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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 || 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨… here.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 (𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓, 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

𝐀/𝐍_ 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐧. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐩.𝟏 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲.

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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The hot sun hits directly into Din’s face. He sighs, wiping his sweat with the back of his hand. He thought wearing the helmet of his armor was the worst, but maybe the direct contact of his skin with the rays was… unbearable.

“Okay. Now, I won’t hurt you, Grogu. This is like the training you had with Skywalker…” the little mandalorian apprentice coos in agreement to his father.

“At the count of three. One, two, thre-“ before Din shoots for the first time, Grogu is already flipping and doing a series of somersaults. As much as Din doesn’t want to hurt Grogu, he wants to train him well. The Mandalorian saw much of himself in the little Grogu, so he was patient with him. Although sometimes he felt like Grogu also needed some love, like someone peppering him with praise, cuddles and more. And he lacked that, because he grew up without that.

“Dank farrik” he mutters once he sees that Grogu landed on the pond of their house when he tried to dodge his blaster. The baby coos when Din reached to the edge of the pond, and pulling him by the neck of his robe, he takes Grogu out.

“Oh boy” Grogu’s robe was drenched and the baby was giggling, shaking his pointed ears to splash some water. “We need a proper place to train”

“Yep” Grogu manages to say, which makes Din chuckle. “It’s time to go with Carson Teva for some job”

—

You were beautiful.

“She escaped from Coruscant a month ago,” Teva explains to the mandalorian. Yet, the man only seems to be mesmerized by your image. It had never happened before, he even questioned if he was ever going to feel romantically attached to a woman, and here it was this unknown woman who was missing and allegedly was an enemy. “Look, I don’t trust official Elia Kane, she’s the one who has sent the request to bring her back. But the whole situation is suspicious, so I would like to get ahead from the New Republic. Especially from the ones in Coruscant”

“Chain code?” Din asked, but the older man in bright orange attire shakes his head.

“No chain code. Just this…” the little device with a red dot sparkling on top made Din sigh. He felt like the day he was assigned to hunt the child, but the familiarity discomforted him. You probably were a spy, you were the enemy. “They already looked at the ice planets. She’s not there, good luck”

“Alright. Let’s go, kid…” when Din turned, Grogu was trying to steal a whole plate of the fried appetizer they had on that little recreational base of pilots. Din rolled his eyes under the helmet, and took the kid in his arms, under the constant complaints of him.

Where in the whole galaxy would he even start? This was going to be harder than he expected.

—-

Two weeks, and Din Djarin was getting tired of looking for you.

No sights of a young woman in the desert, tundra, lava, or swamps. As Din flyed the N-1, his brain enlightened.

The jungle, he hadn’t looked for the jungles.

He looked in Felicia, Onderon, Kashyyk, Glee Anselm, but you weren’t there.

That’s when he started questioning, Why were you that important?. What could another female officer want with you? You were just a simple mortal.

“Look, Grogu. It’s the first time you see a beach” Grogu cooed loudly at the sight of the clear waters, in Scarif.

The planet was more green than ever. Remnants of imperial bases were scattered between the growing jungle. Din had to admit it was beautiful. A wasted planet, however.

He landed his ship on the sand, making some palms fall in the process. And once he steps outside with the kid, Din felt an incredible wave of peace. The sound of the waves, some birds singing, it was very impressive.

But his peace increased once he saw the red dot of his tracker flashing rapidly. He had found you.

“She’s near, Grogu. Open your eyes” the kid only wandered through the vegetation Din cut with his knife as he made clear the way.

The weather is hot, humid, and Din is hating every moment because in the jungle everything feels sticky.

“I think she’s gonna be inside” the man states, pointing the tracker to the destroyed building of the Empire and holding Grogu with his free arm. “We’re gonna be home again soon, kid”

The only available entrance of the building is covered by plants, which have grown over the years. Din isn’t nervous, he doesn’t think you’re a potential threat. Maybe a blaster, or two, but that’s it.

“I’ll put you back in the nest, okay?” Grogu nods at his father's intention. That’s how he liked Din to call his flying carrier.

“The tracker doesn’t lie, we’re close” he feels proud to be the first one to find you, since you escaped from Coruscant. For a little while, Din felt like he had lost his abilities as a bounty hunter, this was proving him wrong.

The destroyed base reminded him of Mandalore, in ruins, only that Scarif had empty memories, nothing special.

The interiors are black, and as they enter deeply into the building, the lighting remains intact, making the way a little less scary.

Which resulted in irony, because the place seemed like not even a soul was there.

After what felt like a maze of hallways, the typical structure of the Empire was going downhill and the distant sound of a waterfall alerted Din.

“Stay close, kid” as they went downhill, the base started to look covered in plants again. The weather turned incredibly humid and Din felt like he was suffocating under the helmet.

At the end of the hallway, Din noticed something, a pond.

“Something’s off…” Din whispered as he and the kid entered open space that holded the pond.

There was a big possibility that after the attack on Scariff, the water and plants created a pond with constant tremors and bombs, but what seemed weird to Din, is how calmed the building was. And most importantly, no signs of you.

Until, someone pushed his calf so hard that he fell on his knees, then punched his neck from one side so hard that he gasped for air.

Din groaned in discomfort, but he didn’t get behind, because he managed to take his blade out. As the unknown opponent holded his arms and violently kicked Din’s hip bone with their knee.

The mandalorian decided it was enough. So he grasped the blade, and using his string muscles, he was able to get free from the enemy’s arms and stabbed their leg.

A female gasp. You were an unusual woman.

Luck wasn’t with Din at that moment. Because just as he was going to take his tight to tie you up, he felt your weight behind him, and in less than a second, he felt some strong plant choking him.

“How did you find me?” he hears you ask demandingly. You have a strong grip, and Din accepts you are a skilled warrior. With rare techniques that he only heard from the Armorer when he was young. “How. Did. You. Find. Me…huh, Mandalorian?”

Grogu coos and you turn to spot the child. Your eyes widening at the sight of him. If you were surprised to see a shiny Mandalorian finding you after a month of peace, now you were intrigued by his little companion.

“Don’t worry, kid. I don’t plan to kill your master” you say, hoping that the child wasn’t totally freaked out.

“I’m not his master. I’m his father…” you return to look at the man you have trapped, holding the liana straight against his neck, causing another grunt from him.

“You can’t be one of his kind. You are a human under the armor” Din thinks your voice is hypnotic, delicate but not suave, it’s weird, but in a beautiful way. He really wants to see your face.

“I am a human.” He shouldn’t be answering questions, he never spoke to his quarries. “Once again, Mandalorian. Who sent you after me?”

“Carson Teva. Now, likely, you must deal with the trials of the New Republic for your crimes” you giggle, this tin can was so clueless.

“Crimes? Oh, silly Mandalorian. You don’t know what lies in Coruscant nowadays” Din felt a goosebump across his spine. Sensing that your words were true, however, he remained light as a feather, waiting for any moment to get out of your claws.

“That’s not my business, I’m just here for the credits” you kick him again, making his helmet crash against the wet floor. You hated bounty hunters from the guild.

“You all bounty hunters are the same ignorant and heartless scum. Bless that child for having to be seeing what you do” somehow, your words hurt him. Like that time where the lady frog said that she was disappointed in him, and pointed out the honor Mandalorians claimed to have.

“You don’t know anything about Mandalorians” skillfully, the tall man managed to hurt your ribs, letting him free. You gasped for air, anf before the air healed your hurt lungs, the Mandalorian threw his tight and made you roll a little before wrapping your arms and legs, leaving you vulnerable.

Din finally watched your face. Dry skin, cracked lips, frizzy hair, but gorgeous face.

Delicate hands that try to make their way away from the tight.

He notices you wear a long skirt, boots and a long sleeve top full of holes, you have a holster and a big cross bag hangs from your shoulder.

You try to crawl away, but it’s useless. The mandalorian keeps pulling you close, scraping your knees against the sharp stones that lay on the ground.

It’s a battle that neither one of you want to lose. Din is very surprised to feel how strong you were, he was struggling to pull you closer.

But something happened, Grogu got closer in his little pod.

“Grogu, stay back” demanded Din as he watched the kid very closely.

But it wasn’t on the child’s options, he closed his eyes and raised one of his little arms. Unexpectedly, Grogu lifted a little wave of water from the pond, gently showering your legs and Din’s right side of his armor.

You squealed trying to cover yourself, but the water still impacted your legs.

Din looked confused at Grogu, and when he focused his eyes on you, his gaze landed on your legs.

Clammy and shiny skin, almost sticky. Scales.

Like a rash that instead of a red eruption were scales.

“A sereia…” Din mumbled in shock.

One of the most shocking and unbelievable moments in his life was retaking Mandalore and now this, encountering face to face with a mythological deity that promised success for the Mandalorian culture.

“What?…” you asked in disgust. But curiously, because the man stopped struggling with you. Once you saw what he was looking at, you moved your legs, hoping you could hide the already visible scales.

“You’re a mermaid” more like a question, he made a statement.

“No…” you firmly said.

“This is impossible…” he said, once again, more to himself than to you or Grogu. “Once a Mandalorian finds a mermaid…”

“He’s supposed to serve her and she would shower his culture for prosperity” you finish for him. “Ironic, because you are a filthy Mandalorian who’s going to turn me into the useless New Republic”

There was no point in denying what you were. He saw your scales, the kid saw them too. This is it, once again, injustice won.

“I can’t turn you in. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he explains. And you can’t help but feel his relaxing voice is soothing you.

“Mandalore? But it’s destroyed, and cursed” to your dismay, a lot happened on the forgotten planet.

“Mandalore was retaken a little while before. I helped Bo-Katan Kryze and other tribes to retake it” you are surprised by his words. “You know what this means, right?”

“Those are tells for children, Mandalorian. I’m not a goddess, and your people should have learned that the ancient Way is full of myths” he’s surprised too. He wasn’t expecting you to be educated about Mandalorians.

“I don’t care what you think. I’m taking you to Mandalore” he could extend this bounty, Teva wouldn’t know how much time it took him to find you.

“So be it, then…” you say, as he unwraps the tight around you.

“Cuff yourself, please…” His low voice makes you irritated, you can smell a little arrogance.

“You’re welcome” you sarcastically say as you cuff yourself after standing up. Although you were smaller than him, now Din could understand your strength. Mermaids were strong warriors that were known for their beauty and determination. But nobody in the galaxy had seen one in centuries. This was special for Din.

“Let’s go…” he indicates to you and Grogu.

The way back to his shis uncomfortable. You can feel the eyes of the Mandalorian on you. You feel a strange energy with the kid. Everything seemed odd.

As you walk away, you suddenly feel a little melancholic. Scarif became an improvised place to become home. And now, a Mandalorian was taking you against your own will. You were tired of running away, so you just surrendered, that didn’t mean you were enraged for his actions.

When you reach the shore of the beach, it is impossible to not feel teary. Lowkey, you are afraid of what’s about to happen. You lived in Coruscant your whole life, hiding your real nature, until you couldn’t.

At the same time, Din Djarin feels bad for literally taking you hostage. You were a free person, you could do whatever you wanted. But he had to take you to Mandalore, maybe you could understand the situation. And also know more about you, because he had an omen, that you weren’t a bad person.

He could have taken the space in front of you, but he decided to have you between his legs.

“Keep an eye on her…” Din whispered to Grogu once they started hopping on the ship.

You ignore the Mandalorian all the way from jumping into hyperspace. But inside your head, your mind was on fire.

He proved to be a strong warrior. His long legs secured your small figure, and the soft grazes against him were impossible to not notice. His strong grip against the controls of the ship.

However, you tried to concentrate on the baby on your own legs.

“I like your little armor, Grogu” you share after feeling the plate covering the Child’s chest.

“My name is y/n”

Din nearly stopped flying the ship. Analyzing your own name, y/n.

“How do you know his name?” You sighed.

“I can hear some of his thoughts…” Grogu cooed loudly, as you smiled and petted his ear. “He says your name is Din Djarin. Is that right?”

“It is. Mermaids are like the Jedi?” You giggle.

“Not quite. We were force sensitives, that is why the Jedi hunted and annihilated us” Din remains quiet, and he feels empathy, he went through the same. Grogu too.

“Moon Jakaré was the home of the mermaids, right?” you nodded. Suddenly you don’t hate the Mandalorian anymore, and you like his kid.

“That’s right. It happened to disappear decades before I was born” Din was very curious to know how you ended up wanted by the New Republic, but he wouldn’t push you far.

“I didn’t grow up in Mandalore. I wasn’t even a Mandalorian when I was born” he shares a little bit of him. You understand how the child was with him. You like him a little more.

“You have to know that I haven’t committed any crime. An imperial spy is after me because I discovered her dirty secret. She also wants to sell me to some hutt” Din sighs, feeling some urge to protect you.

“I’ll propose to you something. Let me take you to Mandalore. And then I will help you to take down that spy. We’ll talk to Teva later. We’ll explain the situation” his low voice does something to you. You nod against his back. Trying to ignore every time his arm moves and brushes your tights. Grogu makes his way to sit on your legs, looking at the stars.

“Sounds fair. But why do I have to go to Mandalore?” You knew Mandalorians and mermaids had a long story, but they were myths, this was present, magic didn’t happen anymore.

“If a Mandalorian finds a mermaid. It means good luck for Mandalore. It’s not a coincidence that this happened right after the retake” it made sense. Some Mandalorian had strong beliefs and traditions. And after analyzing it. It was better to be traveling with a Mandalorian rather than living with fear in Scarif.

“I’m sorry, for saying that you were ignorant and heartless. Now I see you are unlike other bounty hunters. You’re a good Mandalorian” he feels better, somehow he wanted some sort of approval for you.

“That’s okay. You should rest, we’ll be in Mandalore soon” you nod. Unconsciously falling asleep on Din’s shoulder.

Mandalore was pure ruins. Yet, a strong aura was felt.

As you walk along Din and Grogu, you look at your environment. Entering a dark cave, some Mandalorians stop you and the others.

“I need to see the Armorer and Bo-Katan” one of them nods, allowing you to continue.

You start descending some rocks and broken stairs. Your boots are good, but it doesn’t stop you from tripping once in a while. But Din takes your hand, and you feel safer, holding onto his strong grip.

The caves start to look like a city after walking for some minutes, showing how much had been advanced a month after the retake.

In the middle of what used to be an esplanade, a female Mandalorian is there. She wears a golden helmet, and a sophisticated piece of armor.

“For what is your sudden return, Din Djarin and Grogu?” The woman speaks clearly, then turns to look at you. “And who’s your outsider companion?”

“I found a sereia” the woman seems shocked, even with the helmet on. After hearing the name of the mermaids in Mando’a, she steps closer. Examining you.

“What’s your name?” She asks you.

“…y/n” you say shyly, before she nods calmly.

“Nobody has seen one in a long time. If what you say it’s true, There’s only two places where a sereia will never hide its true form…” she explains seriously, only to add. “The waters of Moon Jakaré and the living waters beneath Mandalore”

Din and you exchange looks, he doesn’t want to cause a burden for you.. But, you nod at him, offering a sweet smile.

You don’t have to prove anything to them. But after hearing Din, you want to show everyone that he was the lucky one to find you. In exchange he would help you get rid of your problems.

As you place your things in the ground. You can smell the waters. Under the cautious look of Din and the Armorer, you undress yourself at the edge of the ancient waters.

It’s been a month since you turned, you knew that after this, your appearance would be more noticeable. However, you step inside. The water sending some shivers and a familiar vibration through your legs and stomach.

When half of you is inside, you start feeling the change. Thin skin spreads through your body like sweat, growing like tissues to give you a strong tail.

For Din’s horror, something drags you down.

“y/n!” He yells before diving into the water behind you.

As he submerged, his vision wasn’t very skilled. He avoided some rocks and pieces of demolished buildings. But after some seconds, he spots a big creature taking you down.

A mythosaur is dragging you down.

Din makes his way to you, and once you spot him, you indicate to him to stay away. But he doesn’t, he grabs your waist with one arm and starts pulling you up. Away from the giant animal.

He knows you can breathe underwater, still, he wants to be as fast as possible. But with some seconds of struggle, he’s able to win and start ascending with you.

He doesn’t even know he’s holding your hip, which is clammy, and full of scales at that point. Your tail is tangled around Din’s hips, and your arms are securely wrapped around his neck.

When you make it back to the ground, he’s grunting loudly. The end of your tail is in the water, but all of you are outside.

That’s when Din is able to see you.

Sparkling skin, smooth hair, pink lips. Your breasts look faded thanks to the scales that cover them. And it matches with your tail. In pink and salmon tones, which end in a bundle of scattered pieces of tail that look like ribbons and gracious tule. You’re divine.

“What was that?” Is the first thing you ask. He can’t believe what just happened. “A mythosaur”

“Let it be known that Mandalore has received a sereia in the dawn of this day” suddenly the armorer speaks. Making you turn away from Din to look away, noticing a bunch of Mandalorians looking at your direction.

But Grogu flies in his pod to get closer.

“We’re fine, kid” Din lets him know. The kid is curiously looking at your tail, which makes you smile.

“You are our notice of a new awakening for Mandalore. And for that, you’re welcome to join us” the Armorer speaks to you. “Once you’re ready. Come, there’s much to talk about. This is the way”

“This is the way” everyone replies, including Din.

“Are you okay?” You ask him. He nods.

“Yes, What about you?” You shrug, rolling to hold from your elbows, and shaking the end of your tail, you smile at Din.

“Just a little scratch” he looks, noticing some blood on the scales. “Thank you. For saving me…”

“And thank you, for letting me bring you here”

You know he must be smiling under the helmet.

The Mandalorian named Koska offers you a blanket. Which you accept and thank her.

The Armorer, Axe, Koska, Bo-Katan, Din and Grogu are the Mandalorians waiting to hear your story.

At the moment, they only knew you were a fugitive of the New Republic and that you were Din’s bounty.

“I was born in Coruscant some years after the Clone Wars. I’ve lived there my whole life. I’m the fourth mermaid of the family, one of each generation.” Din is next to you, which makes you feel better from receiving so much attention.

“My great grandmother was a mermaid. Maybe she escaped from Moon Jakaré. But I was taught to hide it from society. And that’s how I made it. I worked as a senator's assistant. But, there’s spies among the New Republic personnel” when little Grogu asks for your attention, you put him out of his pod to place him in your lap. “Elia Kane is one of them. He provided information to Moff Gideon. Once I discovered her, she started looking for a weakness in me, so she found out I am a mermaid. " They look concerned, maybe because Gideon was a potential enemy for them, but apparently he was gone.

“How did you find out?” Axe asked.

“Oh. Well, Kane liked using the mind flyer to hurt innocents, and she knew about remnants of the Empire. Which was weird because they were supposed to be secret. But I saw her directly talking with Gideon one night” they nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“When I evacuated my family to Tatooine, Kane captured me. She was on her way to deliver me to some hutt she made a deal with. But I was lucky to escape. However, she accused me of treason with the New Republic, so now I’m wanted. So I found Scarif, and I started living there. Until Din found me…” you say smiling to him. Koska and Axe exchange looks, the Armorer and Bo-Katan keep analyzing your look, and Din is only appreciating you.

“Do you know that Kaled Vizla landed on Moon Jakaré centuries ago?. That the mermaids saved him from death?. That Mandalorians added them to millions of songs?. And that’s why a sereia translates to good omens” you nod.

“Yes. I knew…” you say firmly. “Mandalorians protected us from the Jedi after they started to hunt us” the Armorer nods, standing up to walk to a little forge, nothing compared to the giant one in the heart of the planet. She started pulling out some tools and equipment, capturing your attention.

“Sereia is… mermaid in Mando’a” all of them nod. Bo-Katan also stands and hands you a giant book, opened on an exact page.

“My clan kept this for years. See? This is one of the original scriptures…” the books are old, brown pages with missing parts show mandalorians simulating a conversation with mermaids.

“According to the scriptures of Kaled Vizla, the Mandalorian that encounters a mermaid, is the only one alive that can propose marriage to the mermaid” Koska explains, which sets your cheeks on fire. “And after listening to your situation, the New Republic won’t be an issue. We, Mandalorians can and will protect you from the Empire. But, dealing with a Hutt… we can only protect and argue in your favor if you are married to one of us”

“She’s right…” the Armorer concludes with a wise tone.

You analyze the situation. You knew that a Hutt was dangerous. Once they make a deal, they won’t rest till they get what they want. Then Elia Kane and the Empire. And the New Republic.

“We don’t have to… I won’t force you. It’s your choice” Din whispers. You turn to look at him.

The others notice the hesitation.

“We’ll let you discuss it…” Bo-Katan says, while everyone heads out.

“As a Mandalorian, it would be an honor to take you as my riduur. I’m willing to confine you to my clan. To serve and protect you as a faithful husband.” Din wasn’t sure what was, but something was telling him to do it, to not oppose this. What he knew is that he liked you. He liked your dynamic with Grogu, your ability as a callous warrior, and he was attracted to know everything about you.

“Will you ever try to love me?” You ask. Because you wanted love. You wanted to find your other half. Some who would take care and protect you. As you would do with him.

“I would…” he whispers, he means it.

“Then, as a wife; I can only offer you my heart, to love and cherish you. My smile, to brighten your days and soothe your nights. And my eyes, to look after you and that kid every day of my life.” You don’t know, but Din starts feeling in love after your honest words.

“That’s more than enough, Cyar’ika” you blush, his hands take yours, and it feels safe, kind.

“Acceptable then…” you sigh. You will marry him. It was even, and he was willing to love you some day.

“I’ll wait outside…” you nod. Looking at your little bag, you grasp the bunch of shiny shells. One for each member of your little family. You would do it to be free. To come back to them.

It didn’t matter, you would learn to love Din, and Grogu.

When you go out, Din waits there, with his baby beside him.

He likes your new skirt, it’s pretty. Your shiny top, and old boots. With your attractive skin, perfect hair, you look amazing. An unusual bride.

“You look… pretty” you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling shy. “Thank you…”

Grogu coos, and you know he’s saying the same as his father.

“Well, thank you, little man. You always look adorable” he giggles as you gently brush his nose.

—

The Armorer starts forging something. The sounds bring you unsteady memories, but soon it’s over.

“Ready to take the vows?” She asks. You nod, taking Din’s hands in the process.

He tries to calm you by brushing your knuckles with his thumbs.

“Begin…” although you’re unsure, Din loves how you have a good pronunciation of Mando’a, the way you look eager for the next words, how you keep getting close to him. It’s over in less than a second. Now you have a partner, who you met less than a day ago, you don’t know anything besides his name and a little about his adopted son. You don’t even know how he looks. Yet, you’re not sad, you’re eager to find out.

“Now, you’re y/n Djarin. Member of clan Djarin” She hands you a necklace. It’s pretty, you like it very much. “This is the way”

“This is the way” Din says, while you also dare to say those sacred four words.

Thankfully, there’s no celebration. But everywhere you go, Mandalorians look at you.

They give you a big tent, that inside looks like a house. You play with Grogu, while Din cleans his weapons in the light. Once the baby is asleep, you turn to the shiny armored man.

“What’s the… creature?” You ask your now husband, pointing at the necklace that hung from your neck. He puts down his blaster to look at you.

“A mudhorn. It’s from my clan, Grogu, me… and you” he likes your smile. You hold the necklace, lovingly. “It’s very pretty, Din…”

“What were your expectations for this…” you smile, delirious.

“Ceremony with a view, which we had. A pretty dress, I’m okay with this…” you accept, holding your skirt. “My family being present…, but they’re safe, it's okay. And… a passionate consummation”

Din stops cleaning his blades, only to fix his visor on you. You blush, turning away.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be ashamed, it’s part of a riduurok” he gently says, moving away from his weapons to sit closer to you.

“Yeah but-, I know it’s allowed, just- I don’t want to see your face until we… we know we are” he knows.

“In love?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it stupid?”

“No, riduur. It’s mature, and says a lot about you” you sigh relieved. “I could-, blindfold you?”

“Yeah. That would be good…” he guides you to the improvised bed. Once everything turns into darkness, it becomes a sensory game. You feel his bare hands brushing your chin.

“Can I-?…” you nod. “Yes, Din. Touch me.”

He kisses you, it’s delicate and soft. He must have facial hair.

He starts traveling across your body, with sensual and loving touching. Your body fits him, like two broken beskar pieces reunited together. He loves the sights of the mudhorn dangling between the valley of your breasts. Your pretty mouth forming O’s and sobbing his name like a prayer.

“My perfect sereia…” he grunts in the middle of the act. You feel showered with praise and high waves of pleasure.

His grasp on your hips, where scales can barely be seen, it’s strong but fulfilling. His lips constantly danced with yours, and how deep he was inside you.

You were full of him. Your riduur.

“No one will ever hurt you again, Cyar’ika. I’ll be here to fight by your side” he promises near the end of his pleasure, as he chases his high.

“I know. I already know…” you manage to say, before you go back to make a mess of moans, cries and the repetition of his name. He promises you a home, a family, security, and devotion as both of you let the pleasure take you.

“I think we were destined…” you say, panting, but smiling. You hear him chuckle, bringing you close to his chest.

“Me too…” he replies. Drawing imaginary constellations in your naked back, you know so. You were destined to him.

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What? Part 2 with more mermaid scenes?, fight with the hutt? misunderstanding in marriage? You tell me…

@miss-goldenweek

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #din djarin x reader #din djarin #pedro pascal fanfiction

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A Fresh Start [3]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: use of reader’s fake name, reader is on the run from her past, remember?, self-doubt, i think that’s it🤷🏻‍♀️

Word Count: 4,045

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Chapter #03: MARSHAL DADDY

Chapter Summary: It’s difficult to eat dinner with someone who wears a helmet.

“The greatest act of courage is to be & own all that you are. Without apology. Without excuses & without any masks to cover the truth of who you truly are.” ⏤Unknown

They say it takes three days to build a habit. Three days of an activity then your body and brain begin to crave that routine. You found that to be true, and by the fourth day of living and working for Nevarro's Mandalorian Marshal you were mostly comfortable. You had a schedule at least. In the mornings, you’d get Grogu up and start on breakfast while Mando got ready for work. Like you assumed, Grogu slept in Mando’s bedroom. There was a hammock style set up in a corner of the room surrounded by plush toys, animals, and thick blankets⏤ like a little nest. Then the Marshal would go to work and you’d spend the day with Grogu. Doing light chores around the house when able. Mando would be back from work before the sun went down and you’d have dinner ready for them. If that were all that was involved you’d consider yourself a pro already.

However, like most things in life, it wasn’t quite that simple.

Dinner time still felt rather awkward and you weren’t sure what to do with that. Mando didn’t plan on taking his helmet off around you, information you had gathered not been told, and Grogu was accustomed to seeing his father’s face in the evening. The first night you stayed in the house, you took dinner to your room to eat with the excuse of having to unpack. That’s where you hid until the house grew quiet because you were terrified of stepping out of your room and accidentally seeing Mando’s face. You weren’t sure the logistics of it all, but obviously the stories about Mandalorians not showing their face to the public were true and you’d feel awful if you screwed that up for him.

The next few nights you tried a similar tactic, but you could tell Mando felt odd about the entire scenario. Maybe he felt bad that you were hiding away in a house you technically lived in, or maybe he hated the idea of someone lurking in a back bedroom, but it was obvious this was not going to work. So, you made the excuse that Nima wanted to hang out, and on your third and fourth night you met your friend at the local cantina to drink. Mando preferred to do Grogu’s night time routine anyways so he got the kid into bed. You just had to be there in case he got called into work⏤ which hadn’t actually happened yet.

The point was, your system needed adjusting, but you were still in your first week of work. Obviously there would be issues and hopefully time would be the solution to it all.

“So, is this just where you’re going to live from 7:30 to 9:30 every single day?” Nima asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course not.” As a side note, you mumbled under your breath. “I can’t afford to drink that much.” Mando and you had agreed on a more than fair wage, but your salary wasn’t going to go far if you kept blowing it on drinks with Nima. “We’re still figuring things out.”

“Has he offered any solution?”

“I don’t want him to offer. I want to figure it out myself.” You argued. “That’s his home. I’m intruding. I hate that he feels uncomfortable in any way.”

Nima pointed her glass toward you. “Counter argument. It’s your home now. He’s paying you to be there. You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable either.”

“It’s⏤It’s more complicated than that.” You said. “It’s not like he’s doing this just to do it. The helmet thing is part of being Mandalorian, I think, and the only time he is free of that is with his son in the evening. I don’t want to take that from them.”

“Cara says it’s not all Mandalorians.”

“What?”

“Apparently there are different kinds, or something, and they have different beliefs.” Nima replied. The two of you were sitting at the bar on stools you had claimed to be your own this week. Behind you the cantina was buzzing with life and music. This was a popular place to be in the evening, you weren’t alone in your routine. “The Marshal is part of the group that can never reveal their face to any living thing. But he shows it to his son so maybe that’s the exception.” Nima clapped you on the shoulder. “That’s it! You just gotta be adopted by him!”

“I don’t want to be adopted by the Mandalorian.” You snorted and lifted your drink to your lips.

“Why? You can call Marshal Mando ‘daddy’. Mmm, Marshal Daddy.”

You inhaled your sip of spotchka at her words and began to choke. Nima laughed in glee while you tried to cough up the blue, burning liquid that now resided in your lungs. When it was clear enough for you to speak, you glared at her. “Seriously?”

“He’s hardly my type, but there must be something about him considering how worked up the single women in this town get over him.” Nima shrugged. You chuckled in response. She wasn’t wrong. On your first day of being a nanny, Torlee had given you rather a cold greeting and she hadn’t been the only one. There were a handful of random people around town who would give you the stink eye as if you had stolen something from them. “So? What is it? You date guys. Tell me the secret.”

To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure. You had your guesses. There was something about the strong silent type that tended to strike up intrigue, and Mando was nothing if not strong and silent. It was really cute hearing stories about how serious and deadly he could be as Marshal and then watch him hold full conversations with his son at home. Duality of man, you supposed. Then there was his figure alone. Somehow, it left nothing to the imagination while also leaving plenty for a person to imagine. You, and everyone else it seemed, had no idea what he looked like under all that armor, but by the Maker was his shoulder to waist ratio godly.

Personally, you hadn’t caught the bug for him. Probably because, despite knowing he was human, you couldn’t stop picturing large green ears tucked into the helmet. As if Grogu had taken after him somehow. It was ridiculous, and you knew Grogu was adopted, but if imagining an aged up Grogu under the suit kept you from drooling over the man then it was for the best. He was your boss after all.

“I don’t know the secret.” You finally replied. “But if I figure it out, you’ll be the first to know.”

Grogu’s eyes had already fluttered close, soft snores drifting from him, but Din couldn’t bring himself to set the child down yet. Peli told him dozens of times that it wasn’t good to let the kid fall asleep in his arms. Children were supposed to learn how to fall asleep on their own. Din figured Grogu could learn that skill later in life. Letting his son fall asleep in his arms was quite possibly his favorite part of their night time routine. It was when Din felt the most at peace.

Din continued to lightly rock Grogu as he stood in place by his bed. A soft buzzing sound had him reaching over to his dresser to pick up the communicator that rested there.

‘I’m home! Are you in your room?’

‘Yes.’ Din sent back. Seconds later he could hear the front door lightly click shut followed by quiet footsteps. They passed his bedroom, and Din stared at his communicator a second longer before typing, ‘Good night.’

‘Good night to you too. Hope Grogu didn’t give you too much trouble.’

Din struggled with a response before deciding to just set his communicator aside. You were hardly a stranger at this point, but he still found himself at a loss of words. It didn’t help that the two of you were caught in quite the dilemma. Din didn’t know how to fix this problem. Well, he did, but it wasn't a step he was prepared to take.

The easiest solution was to take his helmet off and show you his face. Easiest in the sense that it was the least complicated, but in terms of how ready he was to handle that⏤ it may be the most difficult solution. Technically speaking, he wasn’t a Mandalorian right now. Apostate. That’s what the Armorer had called him, and he could hardly argue otherwise. Din had taken his armor off with Mayfield in order to find where Moff Gideon had taken his son. Mayfield had seen his face. Then, when he thought he was saying good-bye to his son, he removed his helmet once more. Grogu saw his face. Cara saw his face. Fennec and Bo-Katan. At that point, he knew he should never place it on his head again, but he had.

When the Armor asked him if any living thing had seen his face, he knew what the outcome would be. His creed had been lost. Boba had spoken to him for a long time about the Children of the Watch and about the reputation his helmet carried. According to the older man, there was more to the creed than hiding his face. Boba Fett was someone he respected greatly. His opinion on the matter held great weight, but in the quiet of the night Din still found himself doubtful. The Armorer agreed to redemption after all. If Din returned to Mandalore, bathed in the Living Waters, then he would be Apostate no longer. That had been his plan until Karga offered him a home and job here.

Din's plan had been to turn it down, carry forth with his mission to redeem himself, but upon further thought he didn't want to take Grogu to a potentially poisoned planet. Maybe one day, but for now he wanted peace. He wanted a life with his son, and Nevarro gave that to him. As he hadn’t redeemed himself yet, as he was still Apostate, that meant Din was free to take his helmet off right now. Technically speaking he had no creed to uphold, not until he went on his journey to Mandalore, but he still hadn't been able to bring himself to reveal his face to anyone but his foundling. He told himself it was because he didn't want to break his creed any further than he already had before finding redemption, but sometimes he wondered if that was all.

He spent a majority of his life wearing this helmet. It was a shield that separated him from the rest of the world. To be honest, Din didn't know how to go about his day with his face out for any stranger to see. He never wanted to admit to fear, but this gripped his soul. Up until now, he was able to push the thoughts aside and just live his life with Grogu by his side. It wasn't until you came into the equation that things changed. Now, he was forced to confront these thoughts.

What were his options? Show his face to you or fire you? The latter wasn't a feasible. Grogu had already grown attached, and Din would be lying if he said he hadn’t as well. Having you around was a relief. It had taken a weight off his shoulders he hadn’t been aware he was carrying. Hiring you had been a very, very good decision. Now, he just had to figure out how to keep you.

At the end of the day, he did not regret the choices he made regarding his helmet. If Din had to relive those days he would make the same choices over and over and over again. In his entire life, he never thought he’d find something worth more to him than his creed, but he had been proven wrong. Grogu was more important. His son. Din would reveal his face to the world twelve times over if it meant he could keep Grogu safe. He’d suffer the Armorer’s disdain and be exiled repeatedly if it meant he got to keep his son by his side⏤ help raise him and watch him grow.

Din did not regret the position he found himself in, but he did not know where to go from here. He couldn't expect you to hide away when the sun went down every day. DIn could argue that showing you his face would be for Grogu's benefit. Revealing his full identity to you was for his son. That's a sacrifice he's always been able to make. Still, he struggled.

With a soft sigh, Din set Grogu into his hammock and tucked him in. He snuggled deeper into the space and Din smiled at the action.

Solving this issue would take just one minute of decisive action. Don't think, just act. He was good at that. Din ran a hand through his hair, probably only making it messier, and readjusted his plain shirt and sweatpants. He didn’t have a mirror in his room, wasn’t used to needing one, and for the first time he felt annoyed by that fact. Settling in his resolve, Din stepped out of his room and quietly treaded to your closed door.

Din went to knock, but he found his hand hovering over the wood, 'What if she doesn't like the way I look?'

The thought was involuntary. It shoved to the forefront of his mind without any kind of warning. What? Where had that even come from? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. That shouldn’t be something he cared about, yet now he couldn't shake it free.

He found you attractive. It was one the first thing he noticed, but he didn’t pay it any attention. His dating history was by no means extensive, but he was still a red blooded man. Din was just used to putting that kind of information to the back of his mind. Especially since Grogu became a part of his life. He hadn’t pursued anyone since he found Grogu. It just hadn’t been a priority to him.

Granted, you were difficult to ignore. He thought you were beautiful, and he thought it was cute that you tended to ramble anytime you got nervous. Plus, watching you with his son was addicting. Din could watch you play and chat with Grogu all day long. That had to be it. He was just hypnotized by the domestic bliss you carried with you. There was nothing more. If he was better at convincing himself of that then this would probably be easier. Din planned to knock, he wanted to, but despite logically working through the issue the question still remained and he found himself embarrassed that he had such a silly concern.

The sound of muffled steps alerted him that a decision needed to be made. His body was moving on its own accord, and he backpedaled silently to slip back in his room. Seconds later he heard your door open followed by the bathroom door opening and closing. Din rubbed his face and shuffled over to his bed to fall into it.

Tomorrow. He’d try again tomorrow.

As your alarm began to blare, you blindly reached out to your nightstand table to silence it. You laid in bed a moment longer, stretching each limb, then sat up with a groan. Around this time in the morning, Mando was getting ready for work and Grogu would be in the process of waking up. You climbed out of bed and wandered out to the bathroom to use the toilet and quickly brush your teeth. Still dressed in your pajamas, you peered into Mando’s bedroom assuming that since the door was open it would be safe.

“Grogu?” You whispered and tiptoed in. Typically, you’d find him chilling in his hammock waiting for you to scoop him up. He was always the cutest and most cuddly when you picked him up in the mornings. Today though, you were greeted with an empty bed. “Huh.”

You turned out of the room and walked down the hall. You could hear Mando softly talking to Grogu, and Grogu’s giggly, mostly nonsensical responses drifting toward you. There was something odd about Mando’s voice, something your mind couldn’t place, but in your morning haze you didn't think to stop and puzzle out why. You stepped through the archway into the kitchen just to freeze.

Standing at the stove was a man.

His back was to you and you could see Grogu’s ears from where he was being held in one arm. He wore a plain gray t-shirt that was thin enough to see the outline of his shoulder blades and back. His sweatpants hung on his hips and that shoulder to waist ratio was undeniably familiar. This was the Mandalorian. You were staring at Mando. His helmet was resting on the counter by the stove. Soft, messy brown hair covered his head. The ends looked like they naturally curled, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the tan skin rising up from his collar to where his hair met the nape of his neck.

You were so in awe that it took a second to realize the situation you were currently in.

This was Mando.

You were staring at Mando.

Helmet less Mando.

You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left you, and you quickly shut your eyes⏤ slapping your hands over them as well for good measure.

"Soran?" You heard Mando call out to you in surprise, but you spun around to leave the room. Unfortunately, in your panic, you misjudged where you stood and instead of rushing through the archway you ran straight into the wall. You yelped in pain and since you were too afraid to pull your hands from your eyes to catch yourself you ended up falling on your ass instead. You grunted, and Mando cursed. “Dank farrik.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You blurted. “I am so sorry, Mando.”

“Are you alright?” Mando’s voice was altered once more to the tone you were most familiar with as it came through the voice modulator. "Soran?" He called out again in concern, and you could feel him kneeling near you. "Are you-"

You shook your head and didn't let him speak. “Mando, I am so sorry. I swear to the Maker, I didn’t see you.” You paused. “That’s sort of a lie. I saw the back of your head. You have brown hair. Really nice brown hair, but definitely brown hair. I swear though, I didn’t see your face.”

“You did nothing wrong.” Mando said. “You can open your eyes.”

His voice sounded like he was wearing his helmet, but you still found yourself nervous. You peeked through one eye between your fingers, hesitant, but when you saw silver beskar you breathed out a sigh of relief. Mando was knelt beside you, one hand resting on the archway you ran into, so his entire frame hovered over you. It still felt odd to see his bare arms, and now with him facing you it was clear to see all of his neck and his collarbones. You were gawking. You needed to stop. Luckily, Grogu was standing in front of you with his hands held over his closed eyes much like you had just been sitting. You chuckled and at the sound he peeked through his own hands.

Finally, you lifted your gaze back to the t-shaped visor, “Mando⏤”

He held up a hand, stopping your flow of words, and spoke firmly, “Are you injured?”

“Not physically. My pride hurts a decent bit.” You admitted. Mando let out a breathy laugh and the sound caught you off guard. You really hadn’t spent all that much time with him let alone spent the time making him laugh. You were mostly with Grogu. “I am sorry though.”

“If anyone is at fault, it’s me. I forgot to warn you I wasn’t working today, and I’m the one out in the open without my helmet.”

“Yeah, but this is your house. You have every right to wander all over this place, helmet less or not.” You replied. Just last night you had been talking to Nima about this issue, and it was growing more problematic by the second. You sighed. “Maybe… Maybe I should move out?” Mando stiffened and slowly tilted his head at you. “I can get a place in town, real close, and just come here in the morning before you leave for work and then leave when you get back.” Grogu crawled into your lap cooing and you wrapped your arms around him. “If you ever need me in the night you can just message me and I’ll run right over.”

Mando didn’t immediately reply and you nervously began to play with Grogu’s ears. The kid giggled and the sound was almost a good distraction for the tension in the air. Finally, Mando spoke up, “Are you... comfortable living here?”

“Am I⏤? Of course!” You said. “You’ve been so welcoming and my room is great and the job is perfect⏤” You shook your head. “You’ve been wonderful, Mando. I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable." He replied in a tone that settled the matter. "And if you’re not uncomfortable then,” Mando shrugged, “I think you should stay.”

There was a warmth in his voice that brought a broad smile to your face. Grogu bounced in your lap and he held his hands up toward your face. You leaned in so he could pat your cheeks. “Okay. Besides, how could I stand to be so far away from my bestest buddy?”

Mando pushed to stand and then he held out a hand for you to take. The urge to stare and take in every inch of it was weirdly tempting, but you let him pull you up to your feet. Mando cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m actually glad you’re up. Grogu wants something for breakfast, and he’s unhappy with all my attempts.”

“Egg.” Grogu blurted, staring up at you. “Egg. Egg. Egg.”

“He sounds like a Jawa.” Mando mumbled. “I made eggs, but he didn’t want them.”

You glanced over at the stove where a frying pan sat by a carton of eggs. Grogu’s high chair had a small bowl of untouched scrambled eggs. You chuckled. “I think he wants an omelet. I made it for him yesterday and he loved it.”

“Egg!” Grogu agreed.

“Here, I can make it.” You held Grogu out to Mando who took him. The Mandalorian murmured something to his son in Mando’a that you didn’t catch. It reminded you that you meant to talk to Mando about this. Grogu used a handful of words in that language, but because you didn’t recognize them it made communication difficult. You had been working with Grogu on words in Basic, and you’d love to add some Mando’a vocabulary to it. You just needed to know it first. You went to the fridge to pull out cheese and a few vegetables that you knew Grogu liked.

Mando stood behind you, leaning against the kitchen counter top with his son in his arms, and you glanced over your shoulder only once to admire him.

“What?” He questioned.

“Sorry. It’s just so weird to see you out of the suit of armor.” You chuckled.

“Bad weird?”

“No,” You replied quickly, “It just ruins the mental image I had of green skin and big ears.”

Mando laughed again, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I’ll just have to learn to live with it, I suppose.”

The kitchen was filled with Grogu laughing as his dad tickled him and the sizzling of breakfast. Typically, you were here alone wrestling the green bean while trying to make him food. It wasn’t overly difficult and you still enjoyed it, but there was something kind of calming from having Mando here as well and that caught you off guard. The lack of his full suit of armor might play a role in that. In the early morning light wearing his pajamas and playing with his son, he looked so… human.

“I was wondering, do you, uh, have plans today?”

You flipped the omelets in the skillet then looked over at Mando with a grin. “Well, until five minutes ago I thought I was on Grogu duty.”

“Right.” Mando blurted. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner⏤”

“I’m joking, Mando. What were you thinking?”

He paused briefly, “Well, there’s a traveling market here today. Local vendors and some from neighboring worlds." Mando said. “I can show you around. If you're interested that is."

You finished with both omelets and went to grab a set of plates. “I’d love that!” You set both plates on the counter by Mando. “Sounds fun. Here. You boys have breakfast and I’ll go get ready for the day. Yeah?” Mando pushed off the counter and pointed to the omelet with a slight tilt of his head. You nodded. “It’s yours.” You point to his, then his son’s omelet. “You, Grogu.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not a big breakfast eater, don’t worry.” You shrugged. “Take your time too, don’t rush. I’m gonna take a shower this morning so you and Grogu can enjoy.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

Excited for the day, you hurried upstairs to get ready. You were interested to see the small marketplace become more lively with outside visitors. You were sure the lively city was even more bright today. Plus, this would be an opportunity to get to know your boss a little bit better. Maybe if the two of you were a little more comfortable with one another then hiding from him in your room during dinner time would be a bit less awkward.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #female reader #reader insert #star wars #mandalorian and grogu #grogu is a little adorable shit #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #nevarro #mandalorian x reader

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hi hi Ive just seen you're bouquet request is coming g go an end I'd LOVE Acica(Secret love) ambrosia (returned affections) for Commander fox (I adore him)

If you need any baseline idea maybe him just refusing to accept his feelings and after some kinda push finally is like shit like them ofc reader loves him back and has the whole time

I'd also be happy with any of the more classicly grumpy fellas eg alpha 17, but who ever is in your brain

A New Love

Summary: Fox is in love with his friend...he just refuses to admit it to anyone, including himself.

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Word Count: 2028

Warnings: Mentions of Palpatine physically abusing Fox

Prompts: Acacia - Secret love, Ambrosia - returned affections

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I don't really know anything about make-up because I'm allergic to almost all of it and so I don't wear it. So I apologize if anything is wrong. Also, I hope this is close to what you're wanting? I was struggling to come up with something good here.

“Will you hold still?” Fox rolls his eyes but stops moving as she carefully applies the makeup to his jaw and cheek, “Do you want me to cover the scars on your neck too?” She asks as she tilts his head to the side so she can see better.

“Probably should.” He replies with a sigh, “Don’t want my brothers to ask any questions that I can’t answer.”

She scowls at him, “Maybe you should let them ask questions, Fox.”

“You said you were willing to help without judgment, sen’ika.” He reminds her with a pointed look.

She sighs, “I am. Of course I am. I’m here, aren’t I?” She pulls away and eyes the covered scar critically, “Alright, open your shirt so I can to your neck and chest.”

Fox rolls his eyes again, and unfastens the clip at his neck, exposing his neck enough that she’s able to get to the scar.

She inhales sharply when she sees just how bad the scarring is, “...Fox-”

“You promised.” He reminds her flatly.

“Yes. I know. I know I did.” Her voice sounds thick with tears, and Fox feels a surge of guilt. If he had anyone else who would help him cover his injuries he would go to them, rather than bothering his one nat-born friend.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap.”

She shakes her head, a weak smile on her painted lips, “It’s okay. I was pushing, and I promised that I wouldn’t.”

“It’s for your own safety.” Fox mutters, his eyes closing as she goes to work.

“I know. So you keep saying.” Her hands are warm against his skin as she gently applies the make-up to cover the scarring. She’s quiet for a moment, and then she sighs, “Sorry, I have to restart. These scars are redder, I need to do some color correction.”

Fox opens his eyes and watches as she pulls a wipe from the table and starts wiping the makeup off his neck, and then she crosses the room to her vanity and digs around for some other make-up.

He really is lucky to have her.

Fox knows that he’d never be able to explain these scars to his brothers. Or, he doesn’t want to explain these scars to his brothers, rather. He pushes the swell of bitterness away with ease. He loves his brothers, he wouldn’t want any of them to be in his place.

But it would be nice if they noticed that he was suffering.

At least his sen’ika sees it.

She’s a make-up artist, who works at one of the largest and most well respected theaters on Coruscant. She invited herself into his life, and Fox has to admit that his life is all the better for it.

Partly because she keeps his secrets and is able to help him hide his scars and bruises from his brothers. But mostly because she’s a genuinely good person.

It’s not love.

It’s not.

He can’t afford to love anyone, not with the state of the galaxy. Not when his boss throws lightning around like it’s nothing.

Sure, he thinks about her all of the time. And sure, he worries about her constantly.

But he doesn’t love her. He can’t.

“Ha! Found it!” She hurries back to his side with a tube of something green, “I’ll use some of this first,” She murmurs, “And that’ll help hide the red-”

“You’re the best, you know that?” Fox asks, leaning back as she applies the color corrector to the scar.

“Well, I try.” She takes a step back and sets the tube back on the table, “How are you feeling, by the way? You look like you haven’t been sleeping.”

“I work a lot.”

She sighs, “I’ll cover the dark circles under your eyes too. But, Fox, this isn’t feasible in the long term.”

“I know it isn’t, sen’ika.” Fox replies quietly, “I appreciate the fact that you’re willing to cover my scars as regularly as you do.”

“Yeah, well…” She grabs the concealer and then points it at him, “It’s not like the Republic bothers to pay you, so this is quite literally the least I can do. Normally you’re not this concerned though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m going to 79s with my brothers this afternoon,” Fox says with a sigh, “And I don’t want them to worry.”

“Oh?” She grins at him, “Maybe I’ll join you.”

Fox glances up at her, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah? Looking for a boyfriend among my brothers?” He asks as he ignores the pang of jealousy.

“Maybe I want to dance with you.” She counters.

Fox laughs softly, “That’s a terrible idea.”

Her smile falters, “Right. Of course. I just…I wish you would tell me why it’s such a bad idea for me to spend time with you.”

“It’s complicated.”

She sighs, “Right. You could just say that you’re not interested, Fox. I won’t be mad.”

He sighs, “The more time you spend with me, the more likely it is that you’re going to get hurt.” Fox says, “I’m trying to keep you safe.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” She pulls back slightly to admire her work, “Alright. You’re done, Fox.”

“Awesome. Thanks, sen’ika.” He refastens his shirt and stands, only for her to press his helmet into his hands, “I don’t deserve you.” Fox says with a fond smile.

“Nonsense.” She shakes her head, “You deserve everything in the galaxy and then some.” She favors him with a small, adoring smile. “I’m still planning on going to 79s tonight, Fox. I’ll just…keep my distance and find someone else to dance with. Promise.”

Fox’s fingers flex against his helmet. He’s not jealous. He’s not.

“Sounds like a plan.”

She smiles at him and hugs him quickly, “Be careful, as careful as you can be, at work today. There’s only so much I can hide.”

He folds his arm around her, “It’s not up to me, but I’ll be as careful as possible. Promise.” He drops a light kiss to the top of her head, and then pulls himself out of her grip, and heads out of the apartment.

Fox genuinely didn’t think that his sen’ika was going to come to 79s. He knows her, pretty well by this point, and he knows that she’s not really into the club scene.

She doesn’t like loud music, or the scent of stale beer, or the press of strangers against her.

So when he sees her enter the club, he nearly chokes on his drink.

She looks…great. Wearing a miniskirt and a crop top, and leather boots that make her legs look amazing.

Fox isn’t surprised to see that she’s drawing attention from his brothers. She’s already stunning, after all.

His gaze lingers on her as she heads to the bar, and his grip tightens around his bottle when he sees several of his brothers crowding around her. She probably hates that, Fox can’t help but think with a small smile.

“She’s pretty,” Wolffe notes lightly, his gaze following his twins, “You should go dance with her.”

“Pass.” Fox replies, though he keeps his dark gaze on her, “Besides, she’s got enough admirers as it is.”

“Yeah. But they’re shinies and you’re Marshal Commander.” Wolffe replies with a small smirk, “You should feel honor bound to save her from their drooling.”

“I’m trying to get drunk, vod.”

“Maybe I’ll go and ask her to dance.” Wolffe muses, as he leans to the side to get a good look at her legs.

“Maybe you should leave her alone.” Fox bites out.

Wolffe pauses and leans back in his seat, his eyes locked on his twin. “Huh. You know her, don’t you?”

Fox doesn’t answer him, he just takes a sip of his drink, though a small smile crosses his face when his sen’ika meets his gaze from across the room. Though she’s quick to look away, likely remembering her promise to not bother him.

“You know her well,” Wolffe continues, his eyes narrowing accusingly, “I saw that look. You’re friends with her.”

“Wolffe-”

“No, no. Why didn’t you tell me you had a pretty natborn friend? Are you sleeping with her?”

“What? No!”

“Why not?” Wolffe demands.

“Our friendship isn’t like that.” Fox bites out.

“Bullshit. I saw that look. You want her.” Wolffe says, “I’m going to get her and bring her over here.”

“I…no-” but there’s no point, Wolffe is already up from the table and crossing to the bar.

Fox watches as Wolffe talks to his sen’ika, and he watches as she glances at Fox, and then back at Wolffe and shakes her head with a small smile. He can practically hear her telling Wolffe that she promised to keep her distance tonight.

And then one of the shinies flings his arm over her shoulder and she cringes.

Fox sets his bottle down on the table as the shiny presses himself right against his sen’ika and twines some of her hair around his fingers. He watches as the shiny rubs his cheek against hers, and he’s on his feet and crossing the bar before he really thinks about it.

She’s his, damn it.

He firmly pries the shiny off of her, “Did you ask the lady if you could touch her?” Fox asks his voice flat.

The Shiny blinks at him hazily, and then he straightens, “Marshal Commander-”

“I suggest you go and clear your head.” Fox says, his voice very unamused, and then his gaze lingers on his Sen’ika once the shiny leaves. “Are you okay?”

She smiles sheepishly, “I guess I shouldn’t have even bothered trying to come here.”

“It’s not really your scene, sen’ika.” Fox points out, gently.

“Yeah, I know.” She pushes her hand through her hair, “I guess I’ll just go home then.” She smiles up at him, “Sorry for ruining your night, Fox. I didn’t mean to.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Fox replies, “I’m always happy to see you, you know that.” Her smile grows and Fox releases an internal sigh, he’s so karked. Why did he have to realize that he loved her now, of all times?

Fox glances at his twin, who has a wide grin on his face, “I’m going to walk her out. Please don’t make this a thing.”

“Oh. Too late. It’s a thing.” Wolffe puts out his comm, “I’m telling…everyone?”

Fox just sighs and lightly nudges his sen’ika towards the door.

Once they’re outside, he turns to face her while she waits for her taxi to arrive, “Sorry, again. It seems I made things difficult for you.” She says sheepishly.

“Wolffe is my twin, he’s always going to be difficult.” Fox admits, “It’s not your fault.” He hesitates and then he lightly reaches out and brushes his fingers against her cheek. “I am glad that I got to see you tonight.”

“But…you said-”

“I know what I said. I’m an idiot.” Fox interrupts, he lightly brushes his thumb against her cheek, “I want, no need, you to know that I’m not uninterested.”

She blinks at him. “What?”

“Earlier, at your apartment. You said that you wanted me to let you know if I wasn’t interested.” Fox clarifies, “And that’s not the case. At all.”

“Oh,” She breathes the word out.

“I’m just…terrified that someone will hurt you to get to me.”

“I know. I’ve known that for a while.” She admits, “But, Fox, I don’t care.”

He stares at her, “You don’t?”

“I love you enough that it doesn’t bother me.” She speaks so lightly, so nonchalantly, as if she’s not admitting something huge.

Fox sighs and lightly cups her cheek, and he smiles when she leans into his touch, “I think we need to have a long chat.” He finally says, “Tomorrow. In the morning.”

“Yeah. Definitely. I’ll make breakfast.” She beams at him, and then turns as her cab pulls up. She flashes a quick smile and kisses his cheek, “I’ll see you in the morning, Fox.”

“Yeah. Good night, Sen’ika.”

And then she is gone, and Fox realizes that he has to deal with his overly excitable brothers for the remainder of the night. Tonight’s going to suck.

#star wars #tcw #vodika-vibes follower celebration #commander fox x reader #fox x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

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webslinger-holland · 3 months

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The Sergeant's Senator | Chapter 4

Summary: The Senator has spent the last couple weeks locked inside, but now wants nothing more than to go outside. The others need to find a way to get her outside without being spotted or recognized.

Warning: mention of the shooter, vial of blood is alluded to, characters have slight anxiety, mutual pining, suggestive talk, weaponry mentioned (not used)

Pairing: Hunter x Fem!Reader Senator

Type: Short Series

Word Count: 5.4k

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The day following the attack was spent talking to The Coruscant Security Force. They had come to the apartment to investigate the destruction, opening a brand new case file against the shooter. While some officers were snapping photographs of the scene, the other ones were questioning the people who witnessed the attack.

In the meantime, Crosshair made sure to keep a close eye out the window with his sniper in hand. His eyes scanned the city skyline thoroughly. By the couches, Senator Rayna and Hunter gave their statements to an officer. The man took notes on a pad of paper.

"And where you able to get a good look at the shooter? Maybe what they were wearing," the officer suggested.

"No, we didn't get a good look. It was quite dark out and we went in the best position to look at them," Hunter explained. Even with his heightened senses, Hunter wasn't able to get a great look before he fired his shot.

Just then, Tech came to approach the small group. He held his data pad in one hand and a small vial of blood in the other. He passed the vial to the officer.

"This might be of some assistance to you," Tech told the officer. "It was found on the rooftop where the shooter was located. That is their blood."

The officer went to open his mouth to question how he managed to get a sample of the shooter's blood, but the technical clone beat him to talking by saying:

"You should be able to run a DNA diagnosis test to pinpoint who it is exactly. Then you can release a warrant for his arrest," Tech explained to the officer as if he didn't know how to do his job. He typed away at his data pad.

The senator was forced to stuff her lips into her mouth in hopes of stifling a small laugh. She glanced up at the sergeant who gave her a shrug and a look that said: "That's Tech for you."

"R-Right. We'll get right on that and get back to you once the results are in," the officer stammered over his words. "We should have this place cleaned up in a few days. I presume you have a place to stay?"

"She does," Hunter interjected before Y/n could speak for herself. He left it at that, not wishing to disclose where the senator was staying just in case unwanted ears were listening.

The officer gave a firm nod of the head, showing them appreciation for their willingness to answer their questions. "Thank you for your time."

Over the next couple weeks, Senator Rayna was fully immersed in her work back at the office. Her schedule consisted of attending meetings, writing her speech, and sitting in on what was happening at the senate. All the while, the Bad Batch escorted her to every function. They kept a close eye on her while being fully aware of the dangers that could accompany them.

It had been many weeks since the attack at the high-rise, which was now the longest amount of time between attacks. Something was not right. His suspicious grew with each passing day. That only made him want to take extra precautions when accompanying the senator out.

"I don't like it," Hunter grumbled more to himself. He paced back and forth across the office.

The senator spared him a quick glance before returning her attention to the papers in front of her. "Stop pacing," Senator Rayna spoke from behind her paper.

"It's been weeks and nothing. We haven't heard a thing from this guy," Hunter complained. He raised his hand to gesture out the window.

"Well, I am most certainly thankful for that. You're not the one who's a target here," Senator Rayna stated. He slumped down into a chair facing her desk. He fidgeted with his fingers nervously; his eyes darting around the room.

"He's gonna strike. I just know it," Hunter claimed.

"Hunter," Y/n spoke softly. "I think you're a little paranoid."

"And you're not?" Hunter inquired, glancing at her.

"Not anymore," Y/n confessed with a soft smile on her face. He stared directly at her with a hint of intrigue in his eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I have you," Y/n explained. She felt herself getting lost in those dark brown eyes of his. She quickly snapped out of it and redirected her gaze away from him. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "A-And your brothers looking out for me," Y/n added.

The senator pretended to go back to her work, but she was secretly thinking about the sergeant in front of her. She tried so hard to push those thoughts away, knowing that it wasn't right to be pining after and crushing over her sergeant who was assigned to protect her. It wasn't like he could reciprocate the feelings; he was a clone after all and they were programmed to not meddle in those matters.

Despite the looks, Hunter wasn't void of all emotions. In fact, as of recently, Hunter discovered that he was shifting towards having a more domesticated heart. His thoughts wandered back to his friend named Cut who was a deserter clone settled on Saleucami. He had gone so far as to marry a Twi'lek named Suu and have two children together.

The difference between Hunter and Cut were their priorities in life. While Cut found purpose in providing for his family, Hunter was still a soldier for the Republic and served in the war. Now, Hunter envied the life Cut made for himself and wished that someday after the war, he'd be able to seek the same kind of life for himself.

However, despite this optimist approach that the war would end, there was still a matter at hand. Once the war ended, Hunter may be free to chose a life for himself, but Y/n would not be. She'd still be a senator, sitting through meetings and making grand speeches. She herself would be working hard to make the galaxy a better place. That was something that Hunter would never be able to pull her away from. It was her purpose.

Which was why, for the past few months, Hunter tried to distance himself from the senator emotionally. He still needed to be in close proximity to her in order to keep her safe, but he simply wouldn't allow himself to become too attached. One day, they'd have to go their separate ways and that would be the end of it.

This was a tricky task for him. His head screamed to stop, but his heart pleaded to try. Once the senator returned to her apartment after it was fully restored, Hunter found it incredibly difficult to stay away from his bed aboard the Marauder. His once undisturbed bed now smelled so strongly of lavender that it drove his senses wild.

More often than not, Hunter came to discover how she was constantly invading his senses. Whether the senator wore a particularly flattering dress or gingerly touched his arm, it drove him wild. He tried wearing his helmet more, igniting the feature that blocked out those senses for his own sake.

But right now, sitting in her company, Hunter wasn't wearing his helmet. He stared at her longingly, admiring the way a few baby hairs fell around her face. He also seemed to catch the soft pink tone on her cheeks, but she quickly shielded her face from him behind a piece of paper. The gentle flutter of her heartbeat did not go unnoticed either.

Just then, the door to the office slid open to reveal the other four members of the squad. They had just come back from grabbing lunch in the cafeteria downstairs. They figured, given the quietness over the past couple weeks, that they could afford sneaking down for quick bite to eat. But that had been an hour ago.

"Took you long enough," Hunter huffed. He crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly unamused by their prolonged absence.

"That's because Wrecker kept going back for more food," Echo scoffed.

"It never ends," Wrecker exclaimed with a bright smile on his face. He came around the side of the chair. "They let you take as much food as you want. I haven't been this full in a long time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Y/n smiled at him.

"So," Wrecker clasped his hands together rather loudly. "What's on the docket for today?"

"Nothing," Tech and Y/n replied simultaneously.

"Her schedule is empty," Tech spoke. His nose was buried deep into his data pad.

"No meetings? No speeches?" Wrecker questioned. He seemed rather confused as he felt there was almost always something the senator had to do. But it was only two hours past noon.

"Not really," Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "I initially planned to spend the whole day finishing writing my speech, but now, I'd like to do something else."

"What did you have in mind?" Hunter inquired curiously.

When the senator saw all eyes on her, she felt her nerves go uneasy. She twiddled with the pen in her hands, thinking about what she was about to say. She didn't know if it was such a good idea after all.

"I-I'd like to go out," Y/n confessed timidly.

The room remained silent for a moment. The senator glanced between each of the clones in attempts to read their expressions and predict who was going to speak up first. Sure enough, the sarge was the first one to speak for his brothers. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Out?" Hunter clarified.

"Your speech is in two days," Tech pointed out.

"Shouldn't you prioritize that?" Echo questioned.

"I haven't been able to properly go outside for weeks," Y/n ignored them. She threw her hands up in defeat, resting against the back of her chair. "The most fresh air I get is going between here and my place."

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go out in public? With everything going on?" Echo chimed in.

"Not to mention the fact that you have easily one of the most recognizable faces on Coruscant," Tech pointed out.

"I'd wear a disguise," Y/n replied.

"Really? A disguise," Hunter held back a laugh.

"Believe it or not: I do own civvy clothes," Y/n reassured them.

"I'd pay to see that," Wrecker laughed. He rather forcefully nudged Crosshair who was standing right beside him, but he just shook his head in annoyance.

Trying to ignore his brother's comment, Hunter found himself leaning forward in the seat. He came up with a hypothetical situation. "Say we do go out, what would you even want to do?" Hunter asked her.

"Anything," Y/n sighed. "Just get me out of this office."

For a moment, Hunter contemplated the choice to leave. He averted his gaze to ponder some more. He found feel his brothers gazing at him expectingly, which made him realize just how much they too wanted to get out. The risk was almost too high given that she had a massive target painted on her back.

Sensing how he was leaning more towards a negative response, the senator quickly rose to her feet and rounded the side of her desk. She knelt down on the floor right beside his chair. She placed a hand on his forearm which drew his attention towards it. Her eyes were pleading, begging for a little freedom.

"Twenty credits says he caves," Crosshair said discreetly to his twin standing right beside him.

Before Tech was able to accept the challenge, Wrecker spoke up quietly. "You're on."

To which Tech rolled his eyes. He went back to his data pad.

"Please sarge," Y/n urged. Her other hand went up to trace his fingers gently, coaxing him to watch her intently. She drew small shapes on his palm. Her eyes flickered up to him. "Just for a little while?"

Finally, Hunter began to withdraw his hand away from her in a slow manner. He flexed his hand once or twice to get rid of the feeling of her fingers having just graced him. He refused to look at her.

"Fine," Hunter sighed heavily.

A bright smile grew across her lips. She thought about throwing her arms around him for an embrace, but she figured that she may be overstepping if she did so. Instead, Y/n stood to her feet from her spot. She could barely contain her excitement.

In the background, Wrecker and Tech went to place their twenty credits into Crosshair's expecting hand. Both of them looking rather solemn, but the third was rather pleased with his new change. He pocketed the credits into a pouch.

Before Y/n was able to turn away, Hunter reached out to grab her wrist. The excitement was quickly disappeared from her face. Now she wondered if he'd changed his mind. She went to look down at him, fearful of what he was about to say.

Under his fingers, Hunter felt her pulse growing faster on her wrist and he could hear the thumping of her heart. He wasn't sure if it was anxiety or excitement coming from her. But he spoke to her to get his point across.

"But if we are doing this, you are gonna do things my way," Hunter's sulky voice ordered. His eyes flickered up to meet hers in a stern glare. "You got that?"

"Yes sir," Y/n gulped.

Upon hearing this, Hunter instinctively tightened his grip on her wrist without realizing it. It drew a small gasp out of her lips which only spurred him on more. Now satisfied with her answer, Hunter began to release his grip on her. He gestured to the side as if to encourage her to keep moving.

As the senator walked away, Hunter redirected his line of attention to his band of brothers standing on the sidelines. He had already come up with a plan to execute this outing.

"Go back to the Marauder," Hunter spoke to the muscles of the group. "We are going to need the old crate."

A few minutes later, Wrecker had returned to the office carrying a massive crate in his hands. He brought it to the center of the room and dropped it on the floor, which resulted in a loud thump. Opening the lid of the crate, Tech began digging through the various items within it. He was searching for something in particular.

Without glancing up, Tech grabbed something black and handed it to Hunter. He strode across the room towards the senator, offering the odd black material to her. She furrowed her eyebrows upon further inspection.

"What is this?" Y/n inquired. She gingerly took hold of the material.

"We call them blacks," Hunter stated.

"And what am I supposed to do with it?"

"Take off your clothes," Hunter explained. Her eyes snapped up to his face, showing the evident look of surprise in her eyes. He finished what he was saying: "And put these on."

Silently, Senator Rayna nodded her head understandingly. She went towards the restroom on the other side of the room, stepping inside and closing the door behind her for privacy.

With Hunter's eyes still locked on the door, Crosshair approached his side. His eyes followed the line of his brother's. He adjusted the toothpick in the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't take you for the flirting type," Crosshair noted. His voice sounded like it was poison in the brother's ear; like it was laced with ill intent.

"I'm not," Hunter spoke firmly without taking his eyes off the door. "Just telling her what to do."

"You're a horrible liar," Crosshair scoffed with a shake of the head. He proceeded to turn away from him and return to his other brothers side by the crate.

Just a moment later, the door creaked open ever so slightly, but it successfully drew the attention of all the clones. They looked up to watch the young senator emerge from the private space. Their eyebrows shot up in slight surprise once she finally stepped into their view.

The blacks were designed to fit any body shape, which meant that the material naturally looked small before one put it on. It was truly a "one size fits all" type of clothing. And boy, did it show.

It fit her body like a black glove. The black material hugged her figure so tightly that it showed every single curve of her body. While to some, it may look incredibly uncomfortable, it was actually one of the softest materials available in the galaxy. It was lightweight, versatile, and rather cheap. Every soldier for the Republic wore blacks under their armor.

Breaking the silence, Wrecker let out a wolf whistle which only brought a swift nudge in the side from Echo. She avoided their gazes expertly, keeping her eyes on the ground. She shuffled across the small stretch, bringing her arms to cross against her chest.

"I-It feels odd wearing just this," Y/n said honestly.

"You'll get used to it," Hunter reassured her, feeling a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Found it!" Tech exclaimed from behind them. The rest of them redirected their attention towards him.

Finally, Tech retrieved a single piece of black armor from the crate. It was a clone chest piece. He held it up for further examination. However, Senator Rayna only furrowed her eyebrows in slight confusion once again. She had no idea what he was doing with a piece of armor.

"This will do nicely," Tech stated with a nod. He rounded the side of the crate to offer the chest piece to the senator.

But she initially didn't take it from him, which meant he'd need to explain his motives to her.

"I have taken the liberty of riffling through our old armor crate. Given your physique, I have selected one of Echo's old chest pieces." Tech pushed the chest plate into her hands.

"You want to me put this on?" Y/n questioned.

"That's the plan," Hunter interjected.

"So I look like a clone?"

"So you have protection," Hunter corrected. He raised a single finger to emphasis his words. "Along with a disguise."

"I won't fit in this," Y/n exclaimed. She tried holding up the chest plate to look at it closer, but it was incredibly heavy.

"Which is why I provided you with Echo's piece. He's the smallest," Tech stated as a matter of factly.

"Hey," Echo chimed in, taking offense.

Before the senator was able to protest, Hunter had already taken the chest plate out of her hands and was fitting it over her head. She slipped her arms through the holes on the side. He moved the piece of armor around until it was comfortable resting on her chest.

In the meantime, Tech and Echo began to bring the other pieces over for assembly. They handed each piece to the sergeant who knew exactly where they went on the body. The senator was beginning to feel the armor's weight as the pauldrons were attached to her shoulders.

"It feels quite heavy," Y/n realized.

"That is because it is katarn-class armor, which is much more stronger and more resilient than your typical plastoid clone armor. It will weight approximately 45 pounds once put together," Tech explained as he fitted a spare piece to her side.

"Is this really necessary?" Y/n wondered. She raised her arms upwards as the belt was attached across her waist.

"Provided that this may save your life by deflecting a blaster shot, then yes, I would say it's necessary." Tech shrugged.

"Hunter," Echo redirected. He quickly tossed him another piece from the crate, which he caught without looking.

While distracted by Tech's rambling, she didn't even notice the hands that grabbed her hips and directed her body to turn. She shuffled on her feet until she was fully facing the sergeant. He slowly lowered himself to the ground, getting on his knees in front of her.

For some unknown reason, Y/n felt something ignite within the pit of her stomach at the sight of him on his knees in front of her. She felt his fingers encircle around her ankle, silently encouraging her to lift it up. He fitted the thigh gauntlet through her foot, sliding it up the long length of her leg.

His fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh, which pulled the smallest gasp out of her. The sergeant couldn't contain the sly smirk from tugging at the corners of his lips. He felt her eyes burning into the top of his head, documenting his every move. He secured the piece as tightly as possible before glancing up at her.

She could have sworn she saw his eyes darken.

"Don't give me that look," Y/n begged quietly. She tore her gaze away from the sergeant's captivating eyes in hopes of hiding her blush. She tried to balance on one foot.

"What look?" Hunter teased.

"You know what I am talking about," Y/n insisted with a playful roll of the eyes. He chuckled deeply to himself.

Now moving, Tech shifted in his stance beside her which resulted in her loosing her balance slightly. She stumbled to the side, but she placed her hand on the sergeant's shoulder for better balance. Her hand was desperately close to his neck; so much close that she felt the strands of hair tickling her fingers.

For the time being, Hunter needed to push those feelings down once again. He fought the desire to feel her fingers threaded through his hair and tugging at his locks. He felt a slight flutter in the pit of his stomach, feeling the blood flow shifting south.

A heavy lump in his throat was forming as one of her fingers delicately brushed against the side of his neck where his pulse would be.

Through distractions, Hunter focused on finishing the task at hand. He secured one of the knee pads before moving onto fitting the boot onto her foot. After this, he began working on the other leg, helping her get into each respectable piece until she started to look like a clone trooper.

Upon completion, Hunter began to rise to his feet. He let out a small groan when he felt his knees popping, but he ignored the aching pain. He stood at his full height, towering over her. He held up the final piece into view.

"I'm not wearing that," Y/n stated with the most unamused look on her face.

"It's a codpiece," Hunter explained.

"I know what it is. I am not putting it on," Y/n said with a shake of the head.

"You won't pass as a clone if you're not wearing it," Hunter argued. This wasn’t convincing enough for her. "It would look even weirder if you weren't wearing it."

"He's right," Tech's unwanted opinion came out of nowhere.

"Fine," Y/n grumbled in slight defeat. She stopped him before he could go down on his knees again. She took the codpiece out of his grasp. "But I'll put it on myself."

"As you wish," Hunter gave up easily with hands raised in defense.

Fitting the final piece, Y/n put her hands out to show off her new black clone armor She looked at each of the clones for their thoughts about how she appeared. She most certainly could pass for a clone with the exception of the missing helmet.

"Woah! You look just like us," Wrecker exclaimed with a broad smile on his face.

"That's kinda the point," Crosshair mumbled beside him.

"Not without this," Echo jumped in. He tossed a spare helmet over to her, which she caught awkwardly. She surveyed the helmet, staring down where the eyepiece was.

"Who's helmet is this? Another one of Echo's pieces?" Y/n wondered.

"It's actually one of my old ones," Hunter confessed. He scratched the back of his neck.

"Oh," Y/n nodded. She now saw the resemblance between his old and new helmet. "I see."

Stepping forward, Hunter took the helmet out of her hands. He turned the helmet around and raised it above her head. He lowered it onto her until her face disappeared behind it. He kept his hands on the sides.

"This okay?" Hunter asked.

"Yeah," Y/n's voice came through the modulator. He slowly removed his hands from the helmet, but her gaze remained on him. "Thanks," Y/n spoke softly.

Putting distance between them, Hunter went back to his brothers' side. He rifled through the craft one final time, looking for an old holster for a blaster. He pulled out a regular black one before handing it over to Tech.

"This is the final piece," Tech explained to her. He fitted the belt around her waist so that the holster fell over the side of her thigh.

"A holster?" Y/n questioned.

"For your blaster," Tech said while briefly glancing up at her.

"I don't carry a blaster," Y/n informed him.

"It's just for today. It's all for looks. You won't have to use it," Hunter chimed in. His arms were crossed over his chest.

Next, Tech took one of his own spare blasters out of his backpack. He handed the weapon to her for which she held for a second. She examined the weapon carefully, rotating it. She slid it right into the holster at her side, bringing the disguise to completion.

Upon leaving the main building, the Bad Batch began walking down the street and blended into the crowd of citizens. They made sure to keep their eyes open, realizing that an unexpected attack could occur at any given time. Not only was the senator a target, there was also a high chance that the other members that become recognizable targets for the unknown shooter.

Walking through the crowd, Y/n quickly came to realize how little passing people were looking at them. They still got the occasional glances from some, but that was obviously because of their unique clone features.

The senator and sergeant were currently walking a few steps ahead of the small squad. They picked up their own conversation.

"It's weird being unrecognizable to people in public," Y/n whispered to the sergeant striding beside her. She remembered what she was wearing though.

"Clones are everywhere," Hunter explained to her. "We all look the same so people don't need to look twice at something they've already seen."

"Well, not all of you look the same." Though she was wearing a helmet, he was able to hear the smile in her voice.

"Which is often a downside," Hunter stated. "Because then, people look."

"I'm sorry," Y/n spoke with true sincerity in her tone.

"We didn't ask to be made," Hunter replied. "But our differences...we see them as a bit of a perk. Even though they make us outcasts."

The small group had just managed to round the corner of the street, heading in one direction. The others didn't seem the least bit interested in the conversation. Instead, they focused their attention on their surroundings for added precaution.

"What's it like to have heightened senses? I imagine a place as busy as Coruscant is hard to endure," Y/n took note.

"I've...grown accustomed to it," Hunter hinted. It wasn't just Coruscant that he had grown attuned to.

"I'm sure you'll be glad once it's behind you," Y/n breathed a long sigh.

For a moment, Hunter contemplated her choice of words carefully. While she had redirected her attention back towards the sidewalk in front of her, he found himself staring at her profile.

"Have you ever thought about it?" Hunter inquired.

She glanced up at him. "About what?"

"Leaving this place?" He gestured to the grand skyscrapers.

"Well, this is my home. I was born here and I grew up here. I rarely leave unless for business matters." She seemed to shrug her shoulders. "It's a bit like Kamino for you."

The sergeant remained silent.

"Kamino is your home, is it not?" Y/n pressed. She now peered up at him with curious eyes.

"That's where they made us, trained us." Hunter agreed. His voice grew solemn as he spoke truthfully. "But it's not much like a real home. We spend more time on our ship than we do back there."

"If you did settle down--after the war, where would you go?" Y/n shifted the direction of the conversation in attempts of making it more lighthearted. She waited for his answer patiently.

"Never really thought about it," Hunter shrugged. "Never imagined a life outside the war."

"I'm sure it'll end soon," Senator Rayna often spoke with optimism. "For me, if I were to leave the planet, I'd want to go somewhere quiet."

Hunter released a small chuckle at this. "Coruscant too busy for you?"

"Always moving," Y/n insisted upon it. She watched her foot be placed in front of the other. The two of them grew silent for a moment. That was until she spoke up again: "Maybe there'd be a beach."

"You want to live on a beach?" Hunter wondered.

"I've never been to the beach," Senator Rayna corrected him. She spoke with such a dreamy voice as if she was envisioning it now. "I'd just like to relax in the silence and listen to the waves crashing."

"That does sound nice," the sergeant agreed with a small nod of the head.

"You think it's silly."

"I think it's good to have dreams," Hunter altered.

In that exact moment, Hunter felt her arm brush against his own, which made him realize how close they were walking together. They both lowered their gazes to the ground. They seemed to enjoy the silence between them because it wasn't awkward at all.

Unbeknownst to them, the others had been watching their exchange with curious eyes. However, they weren't really able to hear the conversation clearly. They only heard the senator laughing a few times at something he'd said. All this to say that they looked at one another with the same look on their faces. A face that read: "There is something going on between them."

"I'll take you to the beach one day," Hunter offered quietly.

Her head snapped up to look directly at him. "You would?"

The sergeant nodded his head silently in agreement. He promised her: "Just the two of us."

"I'd like that," Y/n confessed sheepishly.

As the two of them walked alongside each other, their shoulders would occasionally brush together. Barely any words were further exchanged between the two, which resulted in a tender silence falling over them. They each felt this giddy bubbly feeling in the pits of their stomachs.

Ever so gently, Hunter felt the back of his hand graze against hers. This happened a handful of other times as they toured the streets of the city. He tried to see her reaction when it happened through the corner of his eye, but she never pulled away from him.

After a while, Hunter gathered the smallest amount of courage to tease the back of her hand with his pinky finger. He was testing the waters, half expecting it to go rather poorly for him. But he once again found that she remained silent and didn't withdraw from him.

Slowly, Hunter curled that single finger to hook around her own. He held it as gently as possible in fear of breaking it. He waited with a sharp breath held in his chest. But she never pulled away.

Feeling contact only ignited a burning flame in the pit of her stomach, resulting in the heat rising to her face. Her heart began to flutter like a hummingbird's wings and her smile only grew wider under her helmet. She wanted nothing more than to link the rest of their fingers together until they were properly holding hands, but she knew she wouldn't be able to.

For now, Y/n would have to be content with this. And she truly was.

By the time evening had come, Senator Rayna was safely back at her own place. She worked on the finishing touches of her speech, changing a few things to her liking. A sound knock came from her bedroom door and she invited them in without thought.

Naturally, Echo had pushed the door open in a silent manner. He was the only one on duty for tonight, which meant he was stationed at her door for the next couple hours. He held a small pile of papers with his good hand.

"These came for you," Echo explained. He stole a quick glance at the paper on the top.

"Bring 'em over," Y/n encouraged with a wave of her hand. He strode across the room, setting the stack of papers down on the desk beside her speech.

"I'll leave you to it," Echo dismissed himself. He knew that she was close to finishing her speech and would prefer to work alone. He walked back to the entrance of her room, shutting the door behind him. His hand lingered on the handle as he tried to process what he had seen on the top of the pile.

Now alone in the room, Y/n's eyes had shifted to the small stack on her right side. The paper on the top of the pile had red ink that indicated where it came from and it's utmost importance. It was an application form which came from the Coruscant Guard.

The Coruscant Guard had sent this to inform her of available troopers in their rank. This was something that they were unable to offer her a couple weeks ago when she really needed the escort. Now, things had changed.

The only thing she'd need to do was fill out the application for a new escort. The Coruscant Guard would take the time to process her application, eventually sending a new set of guards to accompany her like they had beforehand.

An issue arose with this. If the senator were to receive new guards, that meant her current escort would be transferred. They'd return to the front lines, heading back to the war. She contemplated her next step.

At first, Senator Rayna thought about the small squad that had grown on her the past couple weeks. She figured that they'd probably prefer to return to the war effort. They were much too gifted to be stuck escorting her around the city. Their skills had so much value, guaranteeing success in the war. They'd want her to fill out the application. They could go back to all the action; that's what they liked.

For some unknown reason, Senator Rayna's mindset began to shift into a more selfish one. She told herself how she'd never felt more safe than when this squad was beside her, remembering how the last two guards had been killed protecting her. And she thoroughly enjoyed their company...one more than the rest.

Taking the application in her hands, Y/n made a final decision. She tossed the piece of paper into the drawer of her desk. Without this, the Coruscant Guard wouldn't send a new escort to her aid and the Bad Batch would remain with her in the meantime. This is what she wanted.

CHAPTER FIVE HERE

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This felt like a longer chapter but I did take out one scene where Hunter helps her take off the armor (lot of sexual tension there). Let me know if I should still post the now deleted scene!

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Is this the end of all the endings? (Captain Rex x F!reader)

Words: 784

A/N: May the Fourth be with you my friends!

This was their fourth date. Well their fourth official date, there had been many a night at 79s that had turned to them flirting for hours in dark corners before Rex finally had the courage to ask her on a proper date. He had decided that a fourth date should probably take place somewhere nice. So as he walked to her apartment on Coruscant he tried to think of a good place to go. Once he approached her door he was nervous. He knocked twice, shifting in his civvies. He hadn’t worn them much, having got them when he first arrived to the city, but being away so frequently had not lead to much wear. Just as he looked up the door slid open and on the other side was the most beautiful woman he had the chance to know.

“Hi.” She said with a soft smile. he couldn’t stop staring at her face.

“Hi” He said with an awe struck tone. “Um, do you need to let anyone know you’re leavin’?” He peers around her shoulder out of curiosity. She chuckles. The looks on his face tells all, wondering if they can come back here after their outing.

“No, I live on my own. So where are we going today, Captain?” she asked with a smirk. He feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up slightly at the way she said his title. He clears his throat and offers her his arm.

“I was thinking we could go for a nice walk…visit Umate possibly?” He says with a confident tone. His heart skipped a beat as she wrapped her arm in his. They started talking as they were walking. She talked about her work, He talked about the recent shenanigans of the 501st. She asks how his brothers are, the way she cares about each of them its unbelievable to him that they only met a few weeks ago. He feels so comfortable with her. As they make their way through the city they almost feel like this is the most natural moment. The feeling of them walking in sync, how close they are together. When they reach the mountain top he notes that he is not the only one who thought this would be a nice outing, seeing several other couples around. As they sat on one of the many benches that were around, she rests her head on his shoulder. Rex feels his cheeks flush as he looks at her, he wishes he could hold on to this moment forever, never letting it pass.

“How am I so lucky to have you?” Rex says softly, he reaches to caress her thigh, trying to be even closer to her.

“Maybe its 'Cause all the boys, Never took me quite where you do. Never treated me as well as you do. No one has made me feel so special quite like you.” She says this with a quiet sincerity that makes Rex’s heart flutter.

“I don’t know how anyone could ever not treat you like the queen you are. You’re amazing. The moment I met you I kne all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for.” Rex says this with out really thinking, the finality of it, his whole truth out in the open. She looks up at him, and takes in his deep brown eyes. He stands up and pulls her with him into and embrace, holding her close to him as he whispers. “You have my heart, body and soul, Mesh’la. I’m yours. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”

Late in the night, the city's asleep, they make their way back to her place, she fumbles with the key pad, having had maybe one to many at the restaurant, her other hand still entwined with his. They tumble in the door desperate to keep their hands on each other, Rex’s lips on her neck as they make their way to the couch. She gently sits him down straddling his lap as they continue to kiss, touch, feel.

“The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury” She whispers into his ear as she leans in to nibble the helix of his ear, pulling a moan from his lips.

“With all these nights we're spending together people might start to ask questions” He chuckles breathlessly as he holds her hips gently squeezing. She looks at him then kisses his lips slowly, gently, with sweet soft intentions. As she parts away just enough to look in his eyes she whispers.

“Let them question, I want the whole galaxy to know you’re the King of my heart, body and soul.”

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Hi friend! Sorry that your semester has been miserable, I’ve been there and promise you it gets better- one day you’ll be at your commencement ceremony wondering how the heck you made it! 🥹

I had a cute idea for Rex, Wolffe or possibly Echo where they and the reader are in a relationship but not quite officially but they (and everyone else) kind of assume they are a thing. What if reader had a special talent that their clone partner had no idea about. Maybe they are at 79’s and reader can dance really well to the point she gathers a crowd. Or maybe she is an artist and doesn’t like to brag about it, but she invites her squad to opening night of her art gallery exhibition. Something like that! Thought it would be such a cute idea to see the boys gushing over her talents 🙈

Enjoy that wine- I’ll open a bottle in solidarity ✊

thank you!! honestly i'm just counting down the days until graduation next month 😂 this was such a cute idea and i hope you enjoy it!!

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summary: In an attempt to spy on Rex’s date, the 501st crashes an art gallery and falls in love with the pieces.

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A Work of Art

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Echo asked his brothers as they ducked behind a speeder to avoid being noticed. “I don’t think Rex would be too happy if he knew we were following him.”

Fives shrugged. “Maybe not, but you know the Captain would never introduce us to his civvie girlfriend if he could help it.”

“I don’t know if she’s his girlfriend Fives,” Kix cut in as they started to slowly walk down the street, trying to keep their commanding officer from hearing anything while also keeping him in their sights. Thankfully, all of them had the insight to wear their civvie clothes and leave their armor back at the barracks. “He hasn’t said anything about it.”

“From the dopey smile he wears all the time, I think it’s safe to assume there’s something going on between them,” Jesse said. “And I’m dying to know what she looks like.”

“How do you even know there’s a girl involved?” Echo said.

“I overheard him saying something to Cody about his plans for leave,” Fives assured his twin. “I didn’t get the whole conversation, but Rex said he was going to see her tonight.”

The others nodded and Echo looked like he was going to say something in response, but their attention was pulled away by the fact that Rex had taken a turn and was now walking into a building. The four of them exchanged looks and waited a few moments before joining the crowd of people that were also walking inside.

The crowd shuffled through long halls and eventually they were standing in a brightly lit room. Fives and Jesse were immediately distracted by the complimentary drinks and snacks that were making their way around the room on server’s trays, while Echo and Kix started to walk around and look at what was hanging on the walls.

Nearly every wall was lined with art, and every piece was nothing short of breathtaking. They could recognize beautiful landscapes from planets like Felucia, Naboo, and Alderaan, the tall city-scape of the Coruscant skyline, and even portraits of different animals. Some were easily recognizable, like the one of a tooka napping next to a lake, and other were things none of them had ever seen before, like the painting of what looked like a small red lizard-bug that lived among bright plants underwater.

“Wow,” Echo said. “This place is amazing.”

At this point Fives and Jesse had returned to the group, and they nodded in agreement. “I can see why the Captain wanted to take his date here.”

“I’m glad you like them,” a new voice entered the conversation, and all four troopers turned to see you standing there in a simple black dress, a bright smile on your face. “It’s always nice to hear people compliment my art.”

“YOU did all this?” Fives’ eyes were as wide as saucers, and you stifled a laugh at his expression.

“I did,” you said. “This is my gallery, and for tonight only, every piece on display is mine.”

“That’s amazing,” Jesse said, still a little bit in awe.

The bashful smile on your face proved that you were taking their compliments seriously, and right as you were about to say something in response, a familiar voice entered the conversation. “There you are! I was looking everywher-”

Rex’s voice trailed off as he realized that four of the troopers under his command were standing in front of him. “Hi Captain! Funny seeing you here,” Fives said, a knowing smile on his face.

Rex looked like he was desperately trying to hold back a sigh. “What are you all doing here?” he asked tiredly. “Did you follow me?”

“Maybe.”

“He means yes,” Echo said.

“But we didn’t want to bother you, I promise!” Jesse said. “We just wanted to spy on you and your new civvie girlfriend.”

Rex opened his mouth to respond, but stopped as you began to laugh loudly. “So I’m guessing you’re part of the 501st then?”

Fives nodded. “How did you-”

“Wait!” Jesse cut him off. “Are YOU the captain’s girlfriend?”

“We’re not exactly official yet, but I’d like to think so,” you responded.

Jesse turned his attention back to Rex, eyebrows raised. “And why haven’t you officially asked her out yet?”

“I was going to this evening, if you di’kuts hadn’t crashed the event,” Rex retorted playfully.

You just laughed at the exchange, and Echo knew that he had to step in. Gently herding his brothers away from you and the Rex, he apologized for intruding on the evening and walked over to stare at the painting of the red underwater lizard-bug again.

For the rest of the night, every time he snuck little glances back at you and Rex, the two of you had lovestruck looks on your faces. And judging from the time that he looked over to see you kissing, he guessed that Rex had actually worked up the courage to make things official.

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#captain rex #captain rex x reader #captain rex fluff #captain rex x you #rex x reader #clone wars fanfiction #clone trooper x reader #star wars x reader

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chronozen · 2 months

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Dissecting Tales of the Empire (Barriss stuff)

So let's break down all the Barriss stuff in the trailer:

There's an Inquisitor Shuttle approaching Our - likely after she is freed from prison

When Barriss is freed from her cell

This little bit is actually quite interesting. First of all Barriss is wearing a prison symbol with the emblem of the Jedi Order on the shoulder.

The clone troopers are Republic Shock Troopers, The Coruscant guard.

Fourth Sister is actually wearing Jedi robes not an Inquisitor uniform, she's already fallen to the Dark side as evidenced by the eyes.

This is suggesting that Barriss is freed from somewhat close to the end of Revenge of Sith

Also the framing of Barriss in prison is very similar to Luminara's hologram in Rebels.

Barriss's eyes are really blue in this scene. Like more so than other ones.

Barriss walking down a hallway

Pretty self explanatory. She's walking down a hallway. She's wearing Robes that a likely Inquisitorius initiate robes. (Or maybe it wasn't Laundry day and Barriss's uniform wasn't ready)

The Clones are just Regs in Phase 2 armour. It looks like Fortress Inquisitorius on Nur.

Speculation: Barriss is giving a little side glance, she's either taking her environment or she's plotting something.

The Grand Inquisitor scene

When then see the Grand Inquisitor leading Barriss into a room with several lightsabers

None of the Lightsabers are Luminara's (Trust me i double checked Weapon's Factory.) They are most likely reused models and generic sabres - because animation and props design is hard and short cuts should be taken whenever you can.

.....but two of those lightsabers are very close to Barriss's lightsaber.

The one in the middle doesn't seem to hold a significance (The bottom of the hilt slightly resembles Ahsoka's Padawan lightsaber, and you could go Green symbolic of Luminara.)

....wouldn't it be just awful if its Tutso Mara's lightsaber?

Inquisitor and Barriss have a sparring session, he tries to get her to use Anger and slams her into the roof, she's noticeably angry.

"Mercy only breeds defeat, i will help you overcome this weakness."

This line is interesting because it's not the usual only your Hatred can strike me down line, the Grand Inquisitor is actually being polite and offering a twisted form of assistance.

Which brings me to a thought - The Grand Inquisitor was right beside Barriss during her big confession at Ahsoka's trial, he's probably going to see her as someone that they don't have to break or torture.

Fourth Sister using Spinning Lightsaber

So this is a very short sequence. The Fourth Sister is in an area with a Rock wall, jumps down, glances around nervously, spins her blade and looks up.

Speculation: Something hasn't gone to plan, maybe the Jedi later in trailer is tougher, or maybe someone else has swapped sides...

The Jedi Fight

This shot opens with Barriss in a proper Inquisitor Uniform and her own useless spinning lightsaber running towards Fourth Sister and an unknown Jedi with a blue Saber

During the fight we can see ITS NOT LUMINARA, this Jedi has a different facial structure, skin tone and likely human.

We can also see who i assume is Barriss looking like she is hesitating on what to do.

We then cut to a different seen of a hooded figure using the force to blow away B2 Super Battle Droids. This implies its during the clone wars and the hooded figure is very likely Barriss cause that silhouette is very similar.

The figure is illuminated by a white glow and it's probably a part of sequence meant to show Barriss before she went nuts - cause its been 11 years so new viewers might not know this character who only appeared in technically 7 eps at most is...

FIGHT TO THE DEATH

Fight to death between Barriss and an unknown initiate.

Grand Inquisitor throws a lightsaber between the two - no its not Barriss's lightsaber

Ray shields go up. Initiate who i'm calling Glup, goes for the Saber. The crystal has been bled so it's red.

Glup and Barriss fight and Barriss goes for the sky high kick or possibly punch to the head.

THE NEW MASTER

'it is time to meet your new Master."

This implies the initiates don't meet Vader until they're full members.

We see Barriss lined up with the other Inquisitors - she's in full uniform. Really hard to tell if her eyes are dark side yellow or not. (They still look Blue compared to Fourth's)

Also it's really funny to me that she's lined up with Bird face Inquisitor, Marrok and Fourth Sister, cause everyone said all of those Inquisitors was Barriss Offee.

They all kneel, Barriss goes down first.

Vader walks past and Barriss looks up slightly and watches him...and she immediately frowns and furrows her eyebrows.

She's plotting something....

Interesting note: Since bird face is alive and has his head perfectly attached to his neck still, This places Barriss's eps of Tales of the Empire prior to Ahsoka's last ep of Tales of the Jedi

Look i can hope for Barriss to escape and then we seen the back of Ahsoka walk into frame....

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kana7o · 1 year

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My entry for the sith obikin event!! The prompt was Same age raised as a sith AU!! tho in here they weren't so much 'raised' as sith, but fell on their own?

had many Thoughts with my wife for this prompt, so here's a summary!! I hope I can expand more on this in the future hhhHHH

Same age raised as a sith AU!!!

Quigon bringing his new 13yo padawan Obi-wan to the trade negotiations and etc. They are still basically strangers at this point and they don't mesh well. When Qui-gon finds Anakin, he has every intention to replace Obi-wan with him. But then Darth Maul happens and delivers a fatal blow. Obi-wan manages to kill him still, but Qui-gon's last words to Obi-wan are not to promise to train the boy, but instead he tells him that he knows he used the dark side to kill Maul, and that he'll never be a Jedi.

Obi-wan is devastated, but wanting to still honor his master, he brings Anakin to Coruscant, he may not have Qui-gon as his master, but he is The Chosen one, so surely someone will train him.

He was wrong.

The council sends both of them away to the Agri corps, but their transport gets attacked (by pirates or smth), they survive, but theyre stranded somewhere unfamiliar with only the clothes on their back.

Obi-wan begrudges Anakin for being the one Qui-gon wanted, but he puts his feelings away for now and looks after him, feeling responsible for his fate in a way. He promises he will try to get him back to Tattooine and his mother.

Anakin already feels somewhat betrayed and hurt by the Jedi, being tossed away despite what Qui-gon said. He feels that the only good Jedi is Obi-wan, who protects him and promises to take him home. (Even tho sometimes he is cold to him)

It takes many years of them just trying to survive and save enough money for a transport to take them to the outer rim to tattooine, Obi-wan teaching Anakin basic saber training that he barely understands himself. He tries to teach him how to use the force, tho it is more difficult for him. He becomes naturally jealous when it comes so easily to Anakin. Anakin thinking he's done something wrong, or is a bad student when Obi-wan suddenly becomes mad at him.

Eventually they make it back to Tattooine, but by the time they get there, its already too late to save Shmi. They bury her together. Obi-wan, feeling like he has nothing to do with Anakin after bringing him back home, disappears in the night.

He starts making his way towards a bar maybe, vaguely thinking of what to do with his life now, when he's accosted by some criminals. He's about to take them out himself when they're suddenly brutally cut down by a familiar lightsaber. Anakin with bright yellow, crazed eyes looks at Obi-wan and tells him that he's the only one Anakin has left, and he won't let anyone hurt him.

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THIS KIND OF GOT AWAY FROM ME BUT TO TIE UP WITH MY DRAWINGS, its basically Obi-wan trying to be a 'good Jedi', for Anakin, who's fallen into hero worshipping him, and will do anything to protect his view of his 'purity'. He becomes a Sith to protect Obi-wan.

Obi-wan feels extremely guilty about this despite his complicated feelings towards Anakin, Anakin is also the only one who believes in and loves him. So he tries to be a good jedi for him, even tho it haunts him that Qui-go said he would never be one.

In the end, Obi-wan Falls, trying to protect Anakin. Anakin is devastated, he feels like his life is a Lie, or maybe he failed in protecting Obi-wan, and that he wouldn't have Fallen if only he'd been Better.

Good End is where they finally have a Talk about expectations, what the Jedi and Sith mean to them, etc etc and they smooch and save the galaxy one way or the other, the end :)

Bad End is where Anakin takes out Obi-wan's yellow eyes because he reasons that if his eyes aren't yellow, or there at all, he can't be a Sith then :) Obi-wan now can only rely on Anakin to protect him. Obi-wan still punishes Anakin by making him wear a muzzle, like the guard dog he is :)) They save(?) the galaxy one way or the other, the end :)))

#obikin #sith au #my first sketches ended up being more sith fashion show than a proper AU dfkjghsldkfg #sw

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sergeantgoggles · 17 days

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Maycrowzer Headcanons (SFW)

I'll get back to writing prompts eventually. Been a little under the weather lately with an injury that isn't healing, so I made a self-indulgent list of headcanons for my favorite Bad Batch OT3.

TW: Mentions of PTSD, alcohol abuse, anger issues, body dysmorphia, and eating disorders.

Howzer is jealous of Mayday when they first find and rescue him from Tantiss. He’ll never forget the way Crosshair forgot himself and ran into Mayday’s arms amongst the bodies littering the floor of the base. The only greeting he got was an anxious sneer when Crosshair showed up on Teth.

The threesome was Mayday’s idea. He pitches it to Howzer so casually that Howzer thinks he’s joking at first, but when he sees that Mayday is serious, he figures he has nothing left to lose.

None of them expected the outcome, especially Crosshair. No way was his luck so high that he had reconciled and found love with Howzer AND was able to rescue Mayday and be with him, too.

Moving to Pabu just seemed right. Mayday wasn’t willing t fight anymore, and he was determined to keep Crosshair safe. Howzer took some convincing, but ultimately, being where they were was what he wanted.

They build their house close to the beach. It didn’t matter much to Crosshair where they ended up as long as they were together and his brothers and sister were nearby.

Howzer, having initially been trained to be a marine soldier, loves being near the open water.

Mayday, having spent much of the last couple of years in a cold, frozen planet, like having the warmth of the sun and colors of the sunset filtering through their bedroom window.

He also has a garden in the backyard that he tends to daily. His garden becomes the island’s best source of medicinal herbs and vegetables for harvesting and Mayday is very proud of it.

Also, this man is so into Dad Rock. Sometimes he can get Crosshair to loosen up and rock out with him in the living room, but other times Crosshair comes in from shopping to see Mayday and Omega with Hunter’s old bandana wrapped around her head playing a mean air guitar.

Howzer picks up a job as security detail for the island. It makes him feel like he’s still contributing to the rebellion by keeping his loved ones and Pabu safe from the Empire. He’d heard about Tech’s brainwashing and what he did to Pabu while he was under the Empire’s control, and he vows to never let anything like that happen again.

Crosshair spreads out his time doing odd jobs for the people on the island and picks up a whittling hobby. He’ll sit on the beach with his toes in the water and a knife watching the sun move across the sky and make little trinkets out of wood. He’s rather good at it, and most residents of the island have one of his masterpieces in their houses.

But not everything is perfect in paradise.

They all have nightmares. Some of them are easier to get through than others. Sometimes, they’re bad enough that someone needs to be restrained.

The first time it happens, Crosshair clocks Howzer in the face because he thinks Howzer is a Shadow Clone that’s come for him and his family. Howzer understands, but Crosshair apologizes for weeks after the incident.

Mayday develops a drinking problem, which is to say, he gets violent and angry when he’s had too much to drink and has a habit of taking it out on Crosshair and Howzer. Howzer can handle it, but if Mayday starts in on Crosshair, Howzer makes Crosshair leave to stay with one of his brothers until Mayday calms down and sobers up.

It doesn’t happen often. Many times Mayday can have several drinks and be fine and happy or maybe even horny, but when it does happen, Howzer knows they’re in for a long night.

After two years of living the island life together, they make their relationship a marriage. They don’t wear rings. Rings can get lost or ruined or given back. Instead, they get matching tattoos of three planets, one for how they each met one another: Ryloth, Barton IV, and Coruscant. (Technically, Howzer met Mayday on Tantiss, but they collectively agreed that planet has no place in their lives or on their bodies anymore). The three planets all surround one in the center, Pabu.

Mayday has his on his chest, right over his heart, because he’s a romantic sap.

Crosshair has it on his left hip.

Howzer has his on his right calf.

When they’re a little older and the lush, island lifestyle begins to catch up with them, Howzer develops an eating disorder. His physical appearance is important to him, and he’s worked incredibly hard to maintain his physique and proportions, but age can’t help but make him softer around the edges, and he hates it.

He wakes up one morning after a few months of eating only what he needs to and working out endlessly to see himself in the mirror. He’s pleased with what he sees, unable to tell that he isn’t healthy. He’s too thin and looks frail, but he’s finally happy with what he sees in the mirror.

Mayday looks at him that morning, REALLY looks, and he sees what Howzer can’t, but Howzer is smiling in a way that he hasn’t in a short while, and he’s so proud of himself. It breaks Mayday’s heart.

(An intervention occurs, and Mayday and Crosshair do their best to keep reassuring Howzer that he’s not less for enjoying the life that he worked for).

They have family dinners once a week, usually at Hunter and Tech’s place, but sometimes at Wrecker and Shep’s house. Omega and Lyana love to cook for them (with help from Shep and Wrecker, who takes interest in it when he learns just how much you can do with food).

One of Crosshair’s favorite photos is one that Tech sneakily took during one of the festivals on the island of Howzer dancing with Omega and spinning her around. He gives a copy of the photo to her when she confides in them that she’s joining Hera’s fleet in the resistance.

#maycrowzer #maycrwozer au #cloneshipping #tbb mayday #tbb crosshair #tbb howzer #the bad batch

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walkawaytall · 3 months

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It baffles me when people assert that Leia must always wear white because of some Alderaanian/monarchical/purity thing because these are the scenarios in which we see her wear white in the movies:

Her Senatorial robes in A New Hope, and since we’ve never seen the dang Imperial Senate congregated, we don’t know that everyone wasn’t dressed like that

A ceremonial dress in A New Hope that we don’t even know belongs to her. Logically, it shouldn’t. Logically, all of her stuff was either taken by the Empire when they commandeered the ship she was on or exploded by the Death Star or I guess maybe in her apartment on Coruscant and somehow retrieved. (The latter is what I went with for Purpose of Heritage and I still think it’s a stretch.)

Her Echo Base uniform in The Empire Strikes Back which is literally just camouflage??? Everyone else is also wearing white and beige except Han for reasons only he knows. They’re on a snow-covered planet. Why wouldn’t she wear white?

Whatever she’s wearing on the medical frigate at the end of The Empire Strikes Back, which I’m pretty sure is just her Senatorial robes again??? The woman had her entire life exploded and only owns like three outfits, this is apparently one of them, and she is making good use of what she owns, okay?

That’s literally it. Granted, I do understand that’s a large percentage of her outfits in the original trilogy, but also, everything else she wears has almost no white it aside from the embroidered top layer on her Bespin outfit, which is clothing that is presumably not hers since she ends up back in the Hoth jumpsuit hours later.

I’m just saying the movie evidence is slim, that’s all. And it is wild to me that I once saw a post in which someone assumed Leia’s favorite color was white??? Why???

#I will say I have no idea if this was addressed in Legends EU #star wars #leia organa #a new hope #the empire strikes back #star wars meta

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vibratingskull · 9 months

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The Ball part 1

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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ThrawnxF!reader

It is time for the ball, time to enjoy yourself before taking your responsabilities in the Marine, maybe time to try your luck with Thrawn. What could go wrong anyway?

You look at your reflection in the minuscule mirror of your shared room in the Academy. You rotate yourself to inspect your gown for this special evening. Karyn has really good taste, the claret-red dress is simple yet elegant, fitting with open shoulders, laces in the back and a silver vine embroidered at the cloth’s feet.

"Thanks again for the dress." You tell her across the room while checking your makeup.

"You're welcome!Show me when you are ready!"

You stomp your foot to test your shoes and feel a tingle of pain. Your wound from the exam didn't heal completely it seems, you’ll need to be cautious but it will do for tonight.

"Prepare to be amazed… Ta-daaa!"

You theatrically push the door to reveal yourself in a model pose. You've really outdone yourself this time, you managed to strike a balance between your favorite look and what was deemed appropriate for such a high-class event. Karyn raises her head from her luggage and her eyes widen, she offers you her hand to make you turn on yourself to see every detail.

"Verdict?" you ask, hopefully.

"Wow… You are striking!"

"Thank you, fair Lady." You respond mimicking her reverence. You turn back to the mirror once again with bubbles in your stomach. "Is everything alright?"

"Your makeup is perfect. Your hair is gorgeous. Let me check your back." You feel her pulling and the laces bite your flesh. "The knots are well tightened. You're ready for-- The pin!"

She grabs a little jewelry on your desk and comes back to carefully attach it on the left of your chest. You observe the insignia of the Royal Imperial Academy engraved in a chromed metal. It isn't exactly pleasing to look at, but it is this pin or the uniform.

"I wish I could have come with you tonight. It won't be the same now that you have finished your training." She tells you with a drop of disappointment in her voice.

You put her in a hug. You realize it will be difficult to see each other from now on. She still has two years here in the Academy while everyone in your class has learned their assignment.

"Ho sweetheart, I would have loved it too. Parties are always more fun when you are around! In two years you too will have the privilege to attend this pompous party and put up with the Gotha."

You both laugh and hug one another, appreciating the presence of your friend one last time. Outside a humming is getting clearer, indicating shuttles for the Opera House are starting to arrive.

She motions her head towards the door.

"The shuttles must be ready. You should go."

You get your purse and a satin shawl, and hug her one last time.

"We’ll stay in contact. If someone annoys you I’ll come back to give them a lesson."

"Yes, mom! Now leave or they’ll go without you."

You wave a last goodbye and join the rest of your comrades in the elevator. Everyone is dressed-up, all the women in dresses are wearing high quality fabrics, not to mention elaborate jewelry and expensive perfumes which threaten to overwhelm your nose in the cramped elevator. Unfortunately, the pin clashes with most of their attire. All the the men and some of the women are wearing a black variation of the military uniform, with an addition of golden and white embroideries on the pants, the cuffs and the collar and golden epaulets.

Everyone is terribly nervous.

Tonight, under the eyes of their families and all the top names of Coruscant, they will take their first step into High Society. The pressure must be unbearable. As for you and the other Outer Rim students you will surely spend this night dancing, drinking and eating the most elaborate dishes at the expense of the rich and, maybe, finding new relationships with the well-born and other high officiers, depending on your state of sobriety.

You are sure Eli and Thrawn will be carrying you back. You can already hear Eli's lectures about alcohol and how careless you are. Thrawn will only sigh silently but help regardless, saving the scolding for tomorrow while you will laugh and cluck, taking them both in your arms crying about the idea of being separated and how much you will miss them, like a bad holodrama. This idea makes you giggle internally. You hadn’t seen the duo since the graduation ceremony, you hope they got the placement they asked for.

You step out of the elevator with your classmates. Some of them go straight outside to enter the shuttles whereas the others gather with their group of friends or date. You recognize some of the couples. The divide between those there of their own free will vs. the will of their parents was obvious by their expressions.

Your two favorite calamities are not in sight, they must be on the docks.

Passing the door of the Academy, a fresh breeze comes caressing your skin cooling down the planet city's heat. You approach the end of the platform and take a moment to observe the lights of the skyscrapers and holos, to hear the sounds of the population living and laughing all around you, feeling the heart of the city beating.

Heading toward the docks, you finally see the duo outside of an open shuttle. They look like high generals in their regalia. Eli even coiffed his mane behind his head. It must have been difficult to comb but the result was worth it.

Thrawn didn’t change his hairstyle but the black fabric and golden intricacies give him a majestic appearance, contrasting with the blue of his skin that seems to glow in the moonlight. His usual formal demeanor enhances his dignified and assured look. He really is handsome.

As you approach them, you feel a weird tension coming from them. Thrawn stands straight as is his habit with his hands clasped behind his back, but appears stiffer than usual, while Eli is leaning against the ship, arms crossed. Did they have an argument? You really want to enjoy this party. It will be difficult enough with egocentric toffs, howler politicians and ISB members. Your friends can’t be fighting on top of all of that.

"Well hello, good sirs. What are two fine gentlemans such as yourself doing this lovely evening?” You ask as you bow to them with a smile, trying to ease the mood

Thrawn snaps out of his mutism upon hearing your voice, as he visibly relaxes. Eli raises his head with a relieved sigh. He jumps to offer you his hands, bowing to you, keeping up the act.

"We were waiting for a fair Lady to escort. She finally decides to honor us with her presence."

He winks at you and conducts you to the shuttle. Eli enters first and scowls at Thrawn as he passes him.

Ever the stoic, Thrawn doesn’t address the hostile behavior. He simply tilts his head with a light smile as you approach.

"Lady (y/f/n)." He greets you with his soft baritone.

"Lieutenant Thrawn." You respond, gladly acknowledging his effort to play along.

You take the hand he gallantly offers and enter the shuttle.

It is elegantly decorated with white walls and padded seats in creamy shades. The bulbs provide just enough light to illuminate and give a softened and warm atmosphere. The ship is also divided into compartments with frosted transparisteel, which give groups a little privacy.

You hear Thrawn follow and close the door of the capsule. You both take a seat with Eli, already checking the programm for the party.

You take a seat just as the shuttle takes off with a buzzing sound. You press yourself against the viewport to see the city blurred by the speed. You have always liked to see the lights blend while being lulled by the quiet purring of the motors. The first minutes pass in silence, with you mesmerized by the lights, Eli staring into the distance and Thrawn silently reviewing the shuttle’s flyer on cultural destinations.

You switch back your attention when Eli grumbles.

"Why do we have to go anyway?"

"For the Gotha to present their new members and for the Empire to display their new loyal officers." You respond half joking. "But forget them, tonight we are here to enjoy ourselves. Where are you assigned?" You ask cheerfully.

Eli's face darkens and he slouches into his seat, arms crossed. Thrawn glances at him before answering you.

"We have been assigned to the Blood Crow around the border sectors."

"Together? That's amazing! Did you both get the position you wanted?"

Eli scoffs at this.

"Can we talk about something else?"

"And you?” Thrawn asked. “What will be your new duties?"

"I am now a Private First Class on the Zephyr Heavy cruiser."

Spirit seems to regain Eli as his eyes get shiny.

"The Zephyr? I know this ship, it regularly asks for my parents' services."

You squeeze Eli's hands with enthusiasm.

"Really? I may get the chance to meet them, then. I didn’t get to the other day."

Thrawn however, mildly frowns at this information.

"Private companies can obtain business deals with Imperial structures? Why not just use its own network?"

"Never heard about Imperial contracts? You will need to catch-up with more than just military technicalities if you want anything to get done here." Eli's hands clench in yours as he spits his response. You've never seen him so openly hostile toward Thrawn.

"I will study those aspects, thank you for sharing this information."

"Do what you want, as always." Eli slowly hissed while looking away from Thrawn.

Your heart stops at this answer and your blood freezes at Thrawn's expression. His face warps as an underlying anger starts to pierce the surface. You decide to interject before it escalates.

"Well, I don't know what you are both up to tonight, but the pair of you owe me a dance !"

They both slowly turn their heads toward you with surprise. It is almost comic.

You grin. "Listen boys, I know you won't likely take part in any waltz at this party, but I didn’t take two months of my time to teach you how to dance for you to be wallflowers. Consider this repayment for the lessons."

"You wouldn't dare do that to us," Eli pleads.

"You bet I would!" You close this matter with a satisfied grin.

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The Galaxies Opera House is nothing less than breathtaking, with its multiple domes, its intricate circuits of corridors and suspended bridges leading to innumerables rooms and auditoriums. Anybody would feel tiny and insignificant next to this colossus.

You stand before it in awe. You've only seen it through the media that didn’t do it justice. On your left Eli lets escape an impressed whistle with his hand shielding his eyes. On your right Thrawn scans the edifice, surely in hope to spot a pattern.

While you are admiring the surroundings part of the crowd moves inside the Opera, composed of your classmates, some of your teachers, a number of local celebrities, governors, senators, councilors, and magistrates. You spot at least two Admirals and, most to your misfortune, several ISB members. You will need to be cautious around them.

Despite the security put in place, a large group of bystanders came to see the cream of Coruscant on a red carpet and several students started posing in pairs with excitement; others waved towards the journalists behind red ropes while climbing the stairs, and at least five are joined by their famous relatives under the whistles and cheers of the onlookers.

Others are only here to display their fortune and it shows, with multiples expensives layers of fabrics puffing them up like cream cakes, an embroidered train of several meters lazily dragging behind it's owner, a Lady wearing a single piece of armature that drawn her dress from her spine and combed her hair to the top of her head. Fashion designers were out of control this year. To think you had to follow a dress code while the rentiers could wear those.

"Are we… really obliged to go?" Eli asked uncomfortably, swaying on his two feet.

You agree with him, despite graduating from the Royal Imperial Academy as your comrades, your outer rim roots remind you that you are not part of this world of wealth and eccentricity, it is easy to get self conscious and discouraged. Thrawn on the other hand seems more bothered by the flashes of camera at the moment, protecting his eyes with his palm.

"Yes! Let's go!"

Without warning, you loop your arms between them and pull them inside with you, leaving behind the noisy crowd and paparazzis. You are quite surprised they didn’t try to escape your grasp. Thrawn stays by your side in silence, rubbing his eyes while Eli tightens his grip on your arm. It is far easier to navigate in a crowd as a block than alone against the current. After following the red carpet through several bridges and corridors, you finally arrive at the ballroom reserved for the Great Graduation Gala of the Royal Imperial Academy. As you pass the arches a thought enters your mind.

This is too much.

If the outside of the Opera is elegantly simple, the inside is a mess…

The Ballroom's domed roof makes use of all the available height provided. At least five levels circle around the main floor, each one designed according to the architectural fashion of the time. It is the most improbable room you have ever seen. Nowhere else in the galaxy could be found an auditorium bringing together a floor with vegetal designs and moldings, another with an obsession for symmetry and the purity of duracrete and one again with a contemporary interpretation of the Factory style with all variety of metals. Every floor is linked to the other thanks to a mural fountain in the shape of a geometrical labyrinth in deep black stones. And that’s not even taking into account the furniture, tapestries, and light fixtures.

The final product is… interesting. Yet again, given the clothing choice of the regulars of the place, it is expected.

You lean on to Thrawn with a grin.

"What can you deduce from this? I'm eager to hear your thoughts."

"An interesting display of various styles. But, beyond that, I have no ready opinion."

You laugh at his circonspect tone.

"You have the right to find this ugly, nobody will hold it against you."

Eli, who was examining the room, nudges Thrawn.

“I think I just saw Captain Virgilio of the Blood Crow near the columns. We better introduce ourselves.”

“You’re quite right.”

You let them go to salute their superior, just as you spot a pyramid of glass that looks irresistible. You push your way through the talkative masse to the buffet, observing the large choice of dishes and drinks. You are really tempted by the champagne and the Calamnsi. It will relax you a little. There is nothing like an alcohol glass to feign confidence.

You take a flute of Calamnsi, inhaling its scent. With its peach shades and tangerine fragrances, this drink possesses one of the highest alcohol concentrations despite having a soft taste. So soft, some children have mistaken it for some fruit juice and ended up completely drunk.

It's too strong for the beginning of this party, you decide to start with Champagne.

You're about to taste the golden spirit when a hand gently grabs your shoulder, almost making you drop your glass. You turn yourself only to see Eli with a finger on his mouth.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to see the Captain with Thrawn." You ask with a low voice.

“I just suggested we introduce ourselves. Besides, Thrawn is capable enough to do it without me supervising him."

You pick up the annoyance in his tone.

"What's up between you too? You seem really upset by him."

"Nothing. What's in your glass?"

"Champagne."

"Is there anything stronger?"

You find him a shot of Burning Gin and he thanks you with a nod before drinking the electric blue liquid in one sip. His face immediately twists into a grimace.

"Maker," He gasps. "I can feel its burns all the way!"

"That’s the idea." You say with a smile.

You watch him as the alcohol slowly takes effect, relaxing his body little by little. He lets out a sigh of contentment.

"That feels much better."

You put your arm around his shoulder, gently pressing him against you.

"Eli, you can talk to me, you know?"

He puts his hand behind his neck. “It’s just this ball. It’s stressing me more than I thought it would.”

You sigh in resignation. He clearly doesn’t want to talk about it. You would have just preferred he didn’t openly lie to you. You stop insisting but keep your arm around him, offering him your presence. You both silently observe the ballroom and its inhabitants. All the chatter and clattering of glasses. How they slide across the floor in rhythm with the Orchestra. Some twirl with grace when some just hold their partners close to themself whispering sweet nothing to their ears, others watch like you and others talk business with smiles too bright to be completely honest.

You finish off your champagne and grab a glass of the Calamnsi. You make a silent toast with Eli, smiling, before turning back to the dancers. Unconsciously, you start to slowly rock together following the pace of the dancers and the instruments strings. You lay your head on Eli’s shoulder, enjoying the music vibrations through your body. He lays his head on yours and you stay this way, silently appreciating the moment with your friend.

"There you are.”

A strict voice brings you back to a reality where Thrawn looks at you with a displead expression. Next to you, Eli let an exhausted sigh escape.

"May I ask why you sneak out before your superior?" Thrawn asks behind a closed face.

"I simply didn't feel like it, that's all." Eli tries to answer politely but his tone is acid.

Thrawn blinks. He starts to open his mouth before Eli quickly interrupts.

"(Y/n), do you hear this? It's our dance, let's go!" Eli exclaimed joyfully.

He takes you by your wrist and you have just enough time to hand your full glass to Thrawn before getting dragged into the circle of dancers.

Leaving you no time to gather yourself Eli passes his hand on your back to your opposite hip and seizes your other hand before starting to twirl with the other couples. It takes you a second to stabilize yourself and properly follow his lead without mixing up your feet.

“Be more careful next time, I’ve almost tripped over someone!” You protest. “What’s with you so suddenly?”

He shoots you with his brightest smile.

“I was listening to the music and felt the irrepressible urge to invite my great friend to dance, nothing special!”

And getting away from Thrawn as quickly as possible, you silently complete. You shake your head and go up to speed with him, flying across the floor as the other dancers. At the corner of your eye you take a glimpse of Thrawn putting your empty glass away and starting a conversation with a high ranked person. At least he doesn’t appear more annoyed than that. You shift back your attention to Eli, carefully avoiding stepping on his foot.

“You said earlier we should try to enjoy ourselves tonight, and this is exactly what I am doing right now,” he insists.

You don’t respond but agree, all those dance lessons pay off. Ballroom dances are mostly done for showing off but you are genuinely having fun in the arms of your friend, from whisk to sidesteps, you skillfully display your dance talents, laughing along with him. As the dance progresses you get looser with more amplified movements and funky steps. Your whole body starts to get warm with the exercise and you can feel a light veil of sweat on your forehead. Enthralled by the energy, you stay for the next few dances. The Orchestra dropt the ballroom repertoire for more popular songs. A non neglecting number of the students come on the floor, giving free reign to their dance moves.

At the end of this segment you’re both out of breath and leave for a drink. While drinking you snap some photos with Eli as souvenirs, rapidly the smiles leave place to silly faces and you start scavenging the place to find other students and snap them together. Most of them are happy to oblige and give you their best smiles or their worst grimace and you join them in the picture. After that a significant amount of your class gathers for an unofficial photo and you go hands in hands with Eli. Someone thought it was a good idea to bring a champagne bottle that just exploded in their hands, soaking the group the moment the photo was taken. The final result is hilarious though.

You start feeling your wound and hear your stomach growl inelegantly. You also remember you’ve been drinking without eating a thing. You will collapse drunk if you don’t do something. You pour yourself a glass of water and turn yourself towards the canapes and petits fours with a ravenous smile. Eli imitates you and you start debating which variety of appetizers is the most tasty without minding the other distinguished guests around you. You're augmenting back to back, Eli’s more into the tomato and sesame canape and you prefer the sausage and groundberry one when an unknown voice is raised next to you.

“Excuse me, cadets.”

You raise an eyebrow, stopping mid-bite, looking toward the voice and see Thrawn with a new glass of Calamnsi in hand and an old man in a white uniform. The old man is looking at your surprised faces with an amused look, the corner of his mustache raised in a grin.

“Is it really how the new Empire’s officers should behave during an official party?”

Eli swallows his bite precipitately.

“Colonel Yularen?! I was not aware you would be here!”

Colonel Yularen, one of the ISB’s highest ranking officers? How do these two know this man? And more importantly why does he have to be here?!

They shake hands while you turn your back to swallow your bite and get rid of any crumbs you have on your face. You inspire deeply to give you strength and turn again with a broad smile, reaching your hand to him. He seizes it with a warm grasp.

“I don’t think we’ve met, Miss?”

“Miss (y/l/n), Sir.”

He stares at you with your hand still in his. You feel your heart sink. You use your mother’s name for safety reasons but since Thrawn proved it was still possible to trace back your affiliation you start thinking no name was safe enough to cover your traces. Did he recognise you already?

“Miss (y/l/n)... Truly a charming name, it suits you very well.” He adds with a comforting smile.

You nod mumbling thanks, secretly searching for any signs of suspicion on his face, but he seems relaxed and cheerful. As much as an ISB officer in service may be cheerful, but you're still on your guard.

As they start speaking between each other you try to calm down the heartbeat pounding in your head. Discussions and music become nothing more than white noise. You manage to concentrate on what is being said in front of you with some difficulty. You catch them speaking about the new assignments. Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for Thrawn and Eli to start a little argument once again. It’s then Yularen turns to you with a thin smile.

“You said you were not from Coruscant, is that so?”

“Yes,” you respond politely.

You didn’t say anything along those lines and you’re taken aback by his attempt at discussing your origins. Next to you Eli and Thrawn keep talking, unaware of your turmoil. He brings his glass to his lips without taking a sip pretending to search in his memory. You hold your breath.

“(y/l/n)... This name is not completely unknown to me… I am sure I have already heard it next to another one, but which one it might be?” He says, holding your gaze.

You’re convinced he’s lying. You gulp and clench your hand on your glass. His next words may upend your entire future. You suddenly feel terribly isolated in this overcrowded room and very alone.

“Miss (y/l/n), does the system-”

“Colonel Yularen.”

Thrawn interjects suddenly with a firm but calm voice. You both turn your gaze to him wondering why he had intervened. Eli also looks surprised.

“I am truly sorry to interrupt your discussion, but I have promised a dance to my friend and I have already missed my chance several times tonight.” He explains courteously.

Both men stare at each other a second before Yularen shrugs his shoulders.

“If it is a promise, I can oblige it.”

“Thank you Colonel.”

Thrawn finishes his glass, disposes of it and gently takes your hand to guide you among the dancers.

“Thank you.” You whisper on the verge of tears. Your wound does not ease things either.

“Your physical language was quite distressed, I thought you might appreciate some assistance.”

“More than you know, I knew I might cross some ISB agent but not a colonel. I am sure he knows about my family…” You answer in a drawl, your eyes fixed behind him on Yularen to not miss any admission of suspicion.

“Do you, now?” He asks, spinning you around.

You bite your lips to refrain from talking too much, you wanted to fully trust Thrawn but one could never be too cautious. You clench your hands against him in an effort to get a hold of yourself. You could cry a little to release some of the pressure but you're not in a good place nor good company to do it right now. He squeezes your hand and tightens his grip around your waist.

“Compose yourself. Do not let them see a weakness to use against you.”

What is rather irritating with Thrawn is his way of “consoling” people with cold hard facts, he appears to be incapable of managing friend's vulnerability and comforts them “by force”. You don’t answer anything and inhale deeply to calm you down, starting to pay attention to the dance.

Even though he didn’t mean it, he pulls you closer to him. You could almost put your head on his chest and you can once again feel his warmth spread from his body to yours. His scent reaches you and you note with pleasure he put on some cologne. You’re sure it’s Eli’s For some reason, the thought of Thrawn asking for perfume makes you chuckle and alleviates the atmosphere a bit.

You follow the music, hesitations, outside spins, whisks… each movement comes together with ease but you feel him more tense than during rehearsals.

“Does your back still hurt?” You ask looking up at him.

“Indeed. It appears I have not recovered completely.”

Speaking of injuries, your foot makes it known it won't endure another dance for long.

You close your eyes for a moment, concentrating yourself on the music. Following the accelerating tempo your feet flee after one another. The air grazes your skin as you twirl in each other's arms, and your dress feels like a soft veil that turns and follows your footwork like wings. You feel both weightless and grounded in his embrace. It's as if he's the only real thing tethering you to the world.

Your head is spinning deliciously, wrapped in every sound and music mingling in a background shush with only one singular steady beat. Surprised, you open your eyes to find your head resting on his chest, against his heart. Shocked but pleased, you let your head rest, careful not to make any movement that could prompt him to reject you. You feel a grin coming up on your lips.

“Thrawn?” Your words are whispered like a secret. “ Are we ever gonna discuss what happened?” You ask , raising your head to meet his gaze.

He regards you with blazing eyes in silence. You continue dancing eye to eye, Thrawn leading the both of you. You could swear he slowly goes off beat as time goes on, but… nevermind.

“(y/n)...”

You see his eyes jumping from your eyes to your lips repeatedly as he slowly leans toward you.

“Yes?” You hold your breath with expectations.

“You have crumbs on your face.” He says in all seriousness.

“Oh crap!”

You try rubbing your face against your shoulder the most discreetly possible, feeling a bit stupid now.

Thrawn is back in his usual upright posture like nothing happened. It would seem nothing could disturb the man. However, his missteps say otherwise. Maybe you did have some effect on him.

You're ready to throw a clever remark when you feel his hand in yours trembling a bit. Looking up at him you note he breathes shortly and gulps with difficulty.

“Thrawn? Is everything okay?” Your voice’s shaky, you’ve never seen him this way.

He leans on once again, his forehead almost against yours, his eyes closed. He's definitely hotter than usual. You turn your head to scan the room in research of a balcony or a window, fortunately there are enough dancers around you to hide you from the public eye. You hear the music approaching its end, you will soon be able to get him some fresh air.

His head slides against your skin and you turn back your attention to him, suddenly keenly aware of how close you really are. You can feel his breath on your mouth and it’s getting closer, you're stunned by this and wait without moving, with butterflies in your stomach and blood rushing to your cheeks.

Is it happening? Are you dreaming?

You wait expectantly, your mouth is slightly agape and ready to embrace his. You hold your breath as your lips are nearly about to touch.

But at the decisive moment his face slide from your forehead to the side, laying his

head on your shoulder and the music ends. You catch your breath unknowing if you must be relieved or hurt. Your hands leave their place to grab his arms, trying to raise him, you can feel his high temperature on your skin. The couples are slowly leaving the dancefloor and you will soon be the last one.

“(y/n), please… Escort me outside…” He says breathlessly.

You pass your arm under his and he raises back up. His sight is straight and his step is solid like always. You both cross the room without difficulty between guests, people tend to move off of his way and tonight is no exception, especially under his burning gaze. Nobody would suspect a thing with his adamant behavior but his trembling fingers didn't lie to you.

You pass the arches of the room and immediately turn into a less busy corridor, away from the scrutiny of the other guests you feel his body weighing more and more into your arms so much you’re convinced he’s gonna fall on you at any moment.

“Come on.” you try to cheer him up. “We’re gonna find you an open window.”

“Yes, I…”

He doesn't finish his sentence, he takes support on a nearby wall and takes his head into his head like he is floored by an atrocious headache. You look at him in dreadful powerlessness, and run back full speed to the ballroom, looking for the only person that comes to your mind in such a situation.

“Eli! Help!”

@bluechiss, @al-astakbar

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #fanfic #vibratingskull

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Protective Rage Obi Wan

Here is another story idea that is the culmination of several ideas that I need to get out of my brain soup.

It starts on the bridge of the Negotiator, in orbit over Coruscant. It is a full bridge, including Rex and Cody, Anakin, Obi Wan, and Ahsoka. In comes a very injured, filthy Quinlan Vos limping in (among other injuries is a compound leg fracture that is visibly gangrenous).

Vos presses a data chip into Obi Wan’s hand and tells him that it is coded just before he collapses. He is delirious and rambling about needing to protect ‘them’ so that ‘he’ doesn’t have to deal with Vos any longer, with some of the phrases he uses in regards to himself remind Cody of how Fox speaks (Everything was sparked by Fox having a shitty day, what with the abuse by the senate and the mind control by the Chancellor. He said some poorly phrased mean things to Vos, who took them a little bit too much to heart. Something to the effect of “Take your abnormal powers and go do something useful with them”) and how Vos thought ‘he’ had seen him beyond being a Jedi and he was tired of having his heart broken (Here Jedi are called Abnormal, child stealing freaks of nature so often that hearing any one part brings the rest).

Obi Wan is basically cradling his head and soothing him while Vos lay on the floor. He refused to let the medics anywhere near Vos, saying that Vos’s gifts (his psychometry) were such that he could only be treated by a Jedi healer (The medics are visibly and audibly unhappy about this but Obi Wan actually makes it an order). Obi Wan has them call the Jedi Temple to send Bant up for Quinlan, also asking her to bring the her decoder (Reeft had built one for each of his crechemates) as that was the only thing that could decode the data chip that Vos had given him (Obi Wan’s was in his quarters in the temple).

Bant and a Padawan Healer arrive, wearing slightly strange looking robes and gloves. The Padawan takes Obi Wan’s place sitting at Vos’s head, while Bant starts pulling out crystals and other things to diagnose everything that is wrong before they move him. Obi Wan takes the decoder and steps away to read the data chip. Bant turns to the Padawan and goes: “Pop quiz, why do we have special gear for Master Vos?” The Padawan responds after a moment of thought “His Psychometry is so strong and his injuries have wiped his shields , so without the specially made clothing we are wearing or shields as strong as Master Kenobi, he would feel anything and everything that got within about two feet of him. That would likely drive him into insanity and death.” (The Medics, who had been looking mutinous that they were not allowed to treat someone on the ship, started to look a little sheepish).

Though Obi Wan still appears to be entirely calm as he read the information that was on the data chip (The inhibitor chips and Order 66, maybe proof that Sidious was trying to turn Anakin, maybe something about how Sidious had fucked with Anakin’s mind, leading both sides of the war) but very abruptly both the Padawan and Ahsoka (Not Anakin, he is a bit oblivious empathically) faces turn to look at Obi Wan as he very politely and very calmly excuses himself.

Bant, still working on stabilizing Vos, says absently “Huh. Haven’t felt Obi get that angry in years.” Everyone in the room just looks at where Obi Wan had exited, because he does not seem angry. Bant continues with “Last time was when Anakin was about 11, his writing teacher didn’t like him and was deliberately sabotaging his work. Obi found out, left Anakin with Quinn and Aayla, then proceeded to track the teacher down and beat the shit out of him. He threw him through two windows, methodically breaking every bone in both his body, all the while calmly explaining why the teacher’s behavior was unacceptable. As soon as the teacher healed, he decided that teaching was no longer his calling. Last I heard he was somewhere in wild space, trying to stay as far away from Obi or Anakin as possible.”

Cody receives a message from one of the hanger crew saying that General Kenobi had left the ship, stating that he had some business to attend to. In the background is Anakin, looking shocked and going “That’s what happened to that teacher.”

Meanwhile, the Senate is in session. It is one of the rare sessions it is being broadcast live to the entire galaxy, so there are new crews recording when High General Obi Wan Kenobi enters and uses the Force to launch himself into The Supreme Chancellor’s pod. Obi Wan breaks the Chancellor’s jaw (thus preventing him from speaking and activating Order 66), and proceeds to very methodically beat the shit out of him. All the while ranting very calmly about why the Supreme Chancellor's actions were unacceptable. He spends quite a bit of time on “How dare you enslave the troopers” and “You are not laying a hand on Anakin again” and “Killing off my family is bad”.

Though he can’t speak, it becomes clear that he is the Sith they have been looking for. There is force lightning, which just seems to be absorbed by Obi Wan’s rage. A red lightsaber is pulled. Obi Wan catches that arm, breaks it and throws the lightsaber away. Eventually he kills Palpatine, either just beating him to death, or pulling his own lightsaber and decapitating him. Then he uses the force to pull Amedda to him.

He’s just holding Amedda above the rotunda and says to him, “Now that that is taken care of. I’m sure you are just as concerned with the Clones' lack of rights as I am, right?”

Amedda has never been more sure in his life that he is very concerned about Clone rights.

Obi Wan beams at the entire Senate and says, clear as a bell, “Oh good, I had hoped I would only have to kill one politician today.”

With Obi just standing there, holding a dangling Amedda, the Clone Rights bill is passed unanimously, full citizenship is granted along with guaranteed representation in the Senate. The senate is sure that they all get back pay, all the way back to their decatning date, since they have trained all of their lives. The Clones are given a small planet with its own terraformed moon in the mid rim. The Kaminoans decide that they will be handing all of their research off to the Clones without argument.

Obi Wan lands the pod, puts Amedda down, and waits patiently to be arrested. He is very aware that he just beat a man to death on galactic wide and live. He is more than willing to face the consequences (he has no idea what the consequences are). No one can quite figure out if what he had done was illegal or not, technically the Supreme Chancellor was a Sith and the leader of the Separtist so as both a high general and a Jedi, Obi Wan was allowed to kill him. However he did just beat a politician to death on live TV. The Coruscant Guard looks at each other going, “uhhh, he just beat a man to death…for us. We’re not arresting him.”

The GAR look at each other and go ‘soooo…clearly General Kenobi is the leader of the Vode.’ Commander Cody is really glad he is in his armor because he is having a highly inappropriate reaction (he is not the only one having a highly inappropriate reaction. Most of the galaxy may be having a bit of a crisis.)

The Separatists declare they are surrendering to High General Kenobi.

Deathwatch sees this fight and collectively goes “Kenobi is our Mandalore, right?” They capture Maul, who is also a bit conflicted (he hates Kenobi, but he might hate his former Master more and the violence was beautiful), which lets them capture him and deliver him to the Coruscant temple (They are the sixth crime syndicate to deliver their leaders to the temple, having decided to go straight.) They are very clear that the Darksaber is for Obi Wan Kenobi. Death watch decides that they need to prove themselves to their new Mandalore, for having not realized he was their leader earlier. They rewatch the fight, realize that their Mandalore has FEELINGS about slavery, also loves the clone army. So they set off into the galaxy to prove their loyalty by eliminating slavery, and possibly by offering assistance to any clone that they come across.

The New Mandalorians talk amongst themselves and are like “Look, I know we’re pacifists but…” and even Satine is going, “No, no that’s fair.” There is some more furtive discussion and they start going “Maybe we can have a little violence?” and Satine’s advisers start talking about how Satine and Obi Wan had a Thing once upon a time and wouldn’t it be nice if he was their Duke, maybe as a way to offer the Clones citizenship (I am feral over CodyWan but this could also be a lead in to Obitine or Cody/Satine/Obi Wan.)

Mace Windu and Yoda arrive at some point and Obi Wan asks about Vos. Fox is hovering right there, trying to pretend that he is not concerned (Vos had not come to bother them in weeks after Fox had screamed at him after a really shitty day. Fox does not want to admit that he missed the Kiffar). Obi Wan, with an eavesdropping Fox, is told that Vos’s leg had been broken and ignored for at least five days, that he was likely to lose it (He had to have dropped at least 100 levels to get a break like that). They also say that he is not healing (Fox’s words did some deep damage, triggered other issues, and left Vos feeling like he had nothing to wake up for.) like he should and he is comatose in the Halls of Healing. Fox manages to get permission to follow them to check on Vos, for “official” reasons (he says it’s because his men would be concerned and to keep them from cluttering up the Halls of Healing. It absolutely has nothing to do with the way his stomach dropped when he heard that Vos had been hurt).

On the ride back over to the Temple, Mace and Obi Wan talk about Vos’s ramblings at the beginning. From the way they talk it really isn’t clear if they are aware that Fox is the one that spoke so harshly to Vos or not but Fox recognizes his own words. Once they get to the Halls of Healing it becomes really obvious, really quickly that Fox being there is helping Vos heal.

At some point Obi Wan finds out that he is considered the unofficial, and if he wanted official, leader of the Mandalore sector. By this point he has already left the Order to lead the Vode (and get together with Cody for the CodyWan version). Anakin and Padme have also joined them on their shiny new planet and are happily pregnant.

#codywan #obitine #bamf obi wan #fanfiction prompt #star wars #star wars au

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Speechless - A Gryffin Industries Story

Summary: Echo can’t sleep, due to nightmares and phantom pain, so he goes to take his mind off things in the gym. While he’s there, he becomes reacquainted with an intern who has the voice of an actual angel. And Echo is smitten.

Pairing: Pre-ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1457

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: The song that the reader is singing is Speechless, the spotify link is there.

Echo sighs as he rubs the juncture where his prosthetic arm meets his flesh arm. He’s not unused to phantom pain, the ache is familiar at this point, but that doesn’t make it any easier to sleep through.

The fact that the phantom pain is always accompanied by horrific nightmares means that Echo’s a bit less willing to try and sleep at the moment.

He lays in his bed for a moment, and then he sighs and sits up.

If he can’t sleep, then he might as well get up and do something. At this time of night, there probably isn’t anyone in the gym. Maybe if he physically wears himself out the nightmares won’t suck as badly.

He swings his legs out of his bed and crosses over to his closet to pull a set of exercise clothes out of the drawers.

Echo has been an employee of Gryffin Industries for close to 9 months now. And he’s been an actual working employee for almost 6 months. It took him three months to recover enough to be able to actually work.

And he’s happy.

He is.

His twin brother is here, though he works as a personal guard for one of the doctors rather than as regular security like Echo. Also, there are a lot of his brothers here. Even Rex works here now, and Echo gets to see his brothers almost every day.

Add in the fact that he makes a very nice paycheck, and gets the finest armor and the best medical care on Coruscant…and he really has nothing to complain about.

And yet he’s not happy.

Echo opens the door to his room and steps into the hall, before turning to the left to head to the elevator that will take him to the gym.

His therapist says that he just needs time to adjust, that his feelings are normal, but Echo’s not so sure. They don’t feel normal. He steps into the elevator and leans against the wall as it goes down.

And then, when the door dings open, he steps into the dimmed hallway leading to the gym. Normally this part of the Gryffin Industries complex would be filled with laughter and the sounds of weights clinking together, but at the time of night, even the most keen vod’e are either sleeping or working.

Echo will be alone.

It shouldn’t bother him as much as it does.

He heads down the hall, and then he slows to a stop. He hears something. Echo tilts his head to try and listen better, and then turns down a side hall. One of the halls that leads to one of the myriad of simulation rooms.

As he follows the noise, he realizes that he’s hearing someone singing.

Echo follows the voice through the halls, until he comes to one of the smaller sim rooms. Carefully he pushes open the door to the room, and he has to blink twice at what he sees.

The singer, a young woman who looks vaguely familiar, turned the room into a theater, and she’s standing on a stage singing and dancing. And she’s good.

Better than good.

She’s amazing.

He folds his arms and leans against the wall, a small smile crossing his face as she continues singing.

Now that he’s able to see her clearly, he realizes that he does know her. She’s one of the interns in Weapons Development. He’s had several conversations with her over the last couple of months. She’s quiet and shy. Very reserved.

The daughter of some of the Doctors who work higher up, if he remembers correctly.

He never imagined that she could sing like this.

The song comes to an end, and she stops moving. Her chest is heaving and her face is flushed…and Echo’s never seen a more stunning sight in his life.

He brings his hands together and she starts, her head snapping up to look at him. She looks deeply uncertain for a moment, before she crosses the stage, and over to the control panel.

A touch of a few buttons, and the theater vanishes around them, leaving her standing on a stark platform, and him leaning against the white walls of the sim.

“Oh…Corporal.” She carefully steps off of the platform and takes several hesitant steps towards him, “I…ah…”

She won't meet his gaze, and Echo realizes, with a start, that he needs her to look at him. He needs those pretty eyes focused on him or he might just die.

He takes a step closer and leans slightly to the side so that she’s looking at him, “That was beautiful.” Echo praises, honestly, “You have an amazing voice.”

Her eyes snap to his face, and she presses her hands against her cheeks, “Oh, thank you!” Her voice is quiet, but she sounds pleased.

“And the fact that you can sing and dance at the same time is even more amazing.” Echo continues, thrilled now that her eyes are on him. “You must have worked hard to be able to do that.”

There’s a flush of pleasure on her face, “When I can’t sleep, I like to come down here and practice.” She ducks her head slightly, “I’ve never been caught before.” She admits.

“Well, I can’t imagine that anyone else comes down here late at night.” Echo agrees, “I’m only down here because I can’t sleep.”

She smiles at him, and Echo flashes a grin right back at her, though he only has two thoughts in his head. One, he would burn Coruscant down if it meant that she never stopped smiling at him, and two, he’s so karked.

“Well,” Her voice is light and it pulls Echo from his thoughts immediately, “I’m not supposed to be down here. Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Ah, well-” She trails off, “Mother and Father think that I should focus on my studies. They think that the Simulation rooms are a waste of my time.”

Echo pauses, “To have a sim saved, you have to use an ID-”

Nervously she pulls an ID out of her pocket. An ID belonging to someone who clearly isn’t her. “I made a fake. Please don’t tell! I’ll stop coming-”

“You don’t have to stop coming,” Echo interrupts, “You enjoy singing and dancing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

She brushes some of her hair off of her sweaty face, “Well, music has always been my passion. Ever since I was a small child.” Her smile is small, “But mother and father never approved.”

“Why didn’t you go to school for music then?” Echo asks, stooping to hand her a water bottle that he hadn’t noticed until that moment.

She takes a sip of the water, “Well, mother and father paid for my schooling, and…” She sighs, “I love my parents, Corporal-”

“Echo. It’s…just Echo.”

“Echo, then.” She corrects with a slight nod, “Like I said, I love them. They’re just stubborn. And, I guess, a part of me is worried that they’d disown me if they knew that I’m not a science person like them. Like my siblings.”

Echo doesn’t say anything for a moment, there’s not really anything to say. She knows her family best, after all. And then he glances at her, “You know, that song didn’t sound familiar at all.”

“Well, that’s because I wrote it.”

“You wrote-?” Echo blinks at her, “Holy shit, just how talented are you?”

She giggles and ducks her head, “Thank you.”

Echo stares at her for a moment, and then he grins, and hurries over to the panel on the wall, reloading the most recent sim. The theater blossoms around him, and he motions for her to join him on the stage.

“What are you doing?”

Echo grabs his comm and hops off the platform, as he turns on the camera, “Go on, sen’ika. Sing.”

“What? I can’t…if my parents-”

“The only person going to see this is me. And maybe some of my brothers.” Echo says, and then he winks, “Trust me, sen’ika. We’re experts at keeping secrets.”

She drops her gaze for a moment, and then, slowly, she nods. “Okay, Echo. You win.”

“I always do.” He replies smugly. “And then, tomorrow, we can go on a date.”

“...what?”

He just grins at her unrepentantly, “A date. You and me. We’ll get ice cream, it’ll be fun!”

“You don’t even know me.” She says, exasperated.

“Not yet, that’s what dating is for.” Echo grins, “Come on, sen’ika. Give an old clone a chance.”

“You’re hardly old.” She replies, before she crouches to start the music, “but, yeah. Okay. It does sound like fun.”

Echo’s grin widens, and he lifts his comm, “Come on, Sen’ika. Give me a show.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #arc trooper echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #gryffin industries au

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There Is Quiet | Kix and Starlight

UPDATE: This has been sitting in my drafts for over a year. I want to finish it.

This is before Starlight has their daughter (in the earliest weeks of pregnancy, post Ner Adika) after Kix has their wedding rings (spoilers.. they got married!) If you don't particularly enjoy reading things with a pregnancy theme in them, I recommend you skip this!

If this gets enough attention and the other parts are wanted, I'll do Rex and Wolffe to close this nicely. (Especially since we saw Wolffe in s3 of TBB!)

@snippy-tano / @social-mockingbird

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He's different. You vividly remember the night Kix had come rushing across the street from 79's into your little hair salon, panic evident in those bright eyes as he hurriedly explained what he'd just encountered in the refresher with his brother, Fives.

Kix is never quite the same after that night. He knows too much. He always wears this expression when he's overburdened. It's almost like Kix has resorted to carrying the weight of his cross, unwilling to let anyone else bear it with him, for it is his to carry alone.

In this case, it is.

He leaves in a rush, all frantic and murmuring about how he needs to find Anakin Skywalker, leaving you with nothing but a kiss to the swell of your stomach and a promise to return before deployment.

You watch him go. Kix has always been good at coming home, so you have no worries about whether or not he'll return.

You should have.

Fives dies. Fives dies, and the world keeps turning, because there is no room for the galaxy to mourn the clones when their soul purpose is to be a means to an end. Why would you mourn a weapon when that weapon has outlived its purpose?

Fives dies, but his vode mourn him, and you're left with the aftermath when you catch your husband as he falls to his knees in surrender to his grief in the weeks that follow. He refuses to tell you what it is he knows - and maybe it's better to spare you, to keep you from all that pain and misery of the war - and instead uses the time to lose himself in you.

He always does. Your skin is stained with Kix's tears whether you like it or not. Your hips are branded by the bruises left behind from his fingerprints, and if you could let him consume you whole, you would.

Anything to give him the reprieve your husband is so clearly looking for.

"Kix," You breathe, hair fanned against the pillows as you allow yourself to be trapped in the cage of his body. Your fingertips ghost across the curve of his jaw as you peer up at him in the dimming sunlight of Coruscant's dusk. The impending darkness looms over the skyline. "Where are you?"

And you'll give him credit, Kix tries so hard to be in the present with you.

"Right here, Starlight." He murmurs, nuzzling the crook of your neck before settling himself at your side and resting his palm against your stomach. You're just over five months. It won't be long before you have to bring your little girl into the world, and you're desperately praying nearly every night that the war will be over by then so her father can be there to raise her, to love her. "Always right here."

You swallow the knot in your throat and nod. He says he's right there, but he's not. He's far away. Always far away.

Helpless to fight it, you hold him as he drifts off and you succumb to the tears blurring your eyes.

Your bed, stained with your tears and his tears alike, is a memorial to something you will never get to have again.

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You see him one last time before Anaxes. Your husband returns to you in the golden hours of Coruscant's day. He's more somber then usual, reserved and quiet as he enters the apartment.

You know what it is. He's found the answer to whatever the burning question is that's haunted him since Fives died in that warehouse.

He's lost to you. He's lost to you, and the thing is.. You've never really had him.

"Kix."

"Not now, my light." You frown as Kix turns to peer at you over his shoulder from where he stands by the window. It may be the only instance in which you've seen those eyes so dark. "Please, not now."

You open your mouth to reply when your daughter gives a hard kick to your navel. Kix turns sharply at the sound of your sudden gasp, shaking fingertips spreading across your stomach as you press your palm deeper.

It always catches you off guard that she's so active.

"Kix," You hold your hand out. "Come here."

Something flickers back to life in his eyes as Kix approaches you with his hand outstretched. He slowly settles it onto your stomach, gasping as your daughter gives another hard kick in response.

"Oh," Kix whispers. Your grin widens as tears shine in your eyes. There he is. You've been wondering where he's been hiding for all these months, and you think your daughter may be just a little too intuitive. She's able to feel her father's despair even from the womb. That alone should speak volumes about Kix's spiral into darkness. "There's our girl."

He bends down low to whisper something to your daughter that you don't quite hear, but you bite your lip to staunch the flow of tears that threaten to fall again.

The moment is shattered by the beep of Kix's comm. It's Rex, as expected, and he's being called to Torrent's barracks for a briefing that will lead into their deployment to the next campaign.

Your heart sinks. You can't hide the disappointment in your face as Kix rises to his feet and cradles your face to bring his forehead to your own. It feels too final. Like it's the last time you'll ever do it.

This once, just this once, you wish you were a soldier trained to fight on the battlefield so you could be with him more. You would sacrifice all that's left of yourself to be able to be with Kix more. To help him, to spare him the pain, to be able to walk with him in the midst of his pain.

But then Kix may have never met you. Had you been bred into a soldier to be the hands of The Republic, you may not be where you are right now.

And you like where you are now.

"I love you, Kix'ika," You murmur against the seam of his lips. "Come home to us."

"I love you too." He nods. You can tell he's trying to convince himself that he will, inevitably, walk back through that door. You both know it's ending. "And I will."

It ends far too soon.

---

The last time anyone sees Kix is in the aftermath of Anaxes. One moment, he's there treating Echo's wounds and helping him recover from the effects of being a prisoner of war.

Torrent's departure several weeks later is what confirms Jesse's worst fear: His triplet is gone. He is the last one standing.

And now he has to return home to break the news to his brother's wife.

---

You give birth without Kix there. Your daughter's uncles are not able to be there to hold your hand, and the only comforts you have are their girlfriends. Dove and Phantom sit on either side of you and hold your hands while you weep.

Less then a week later, almost all the clones are dead or gone or traitors and you are unable to contact your friends. Your family.

All the girls are gone too.

It's just you. You and your little girl who looks exactly like you.

At the end of everything and everyone you have come to love since that boy - that beautiful, bright eyed boy - ran into your salon crumbles in an instant.

And you are left to pick up what remains, because you have to.

Kix would want you to do it for your daughter.

---

This is how it feels to be Kix, CT-6116, Chief Medical Officer of the 501st Legion. You are encased in a cold that settles deep into your bones and makes itself at home there. There is no escape. There is no hope.

You are cold, and you are alone, and you are helpless to stop the one thing that Fives had begged for your help to prevent. You dream about the Jedi. About the clones killing the Jedi, and about the aftermath. You dream about a world of fire and blood where everything burns and everyone must burn with it.

The world you wake up to is nothing like that.

When you wake, everyone and everything you have ever known is as it once was: From dust it came, and to dust it did return. The people who pull you from the wreckage of the ship are pirates who then transport you across the galaxy to sell you to a buyer: A buyer who looks a little too much like someone you'd once known. She's old. Most likely in her forties to fifties.

Your heart aches just looking at her. She's bright. Brighter then any sun, but tougher then any steel. You can tell she was raised during the rise of the Empire. She has to be tough to survive.

But that gentleness she hides beneath that steely aspect is what catches you.

When the pirates finally allow you to depart the ramp of their ship and fly away into the great unknown, the girl in front of you speaks up.

"You look exactly like you did in all your pictures," She whispers, removing her outer jacket to pull out a yellowed photo. It's you. You and Starlight, hidden in the back booth of Seventy Nines during your first date, with her head tipped back as she laughed at a joke you do not remember.

Your eyes slowly shift back to the woman. There are tears in her eyes, and you finally recognize why she looks so familiar.

"Hi Dad."

#Kix x Reader #Clone Medic Kix x Reader #Clone Trooper Kix x Reader #Star Wars imagines #Star Wars oneshots

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For the prompts:

“I believe in you”, but if possible said in a funny/teasing way ? Like when someone doesn’t want to do something that they’re perfectly capable of doing and they kinda drag themself to do it so you’re like “you can do it, I believe in you lol”. Does that make sense ? I’m not sure it makes sense.

hello!

so this is a teasing "i believe in you" but it definitely isn't. like. as light-hearted as maybe was desired. this is set in the cheating au (list of the ficlets in the beginning notes of this ao3 chapter) where obi-wan and anakin are married to other people, satine and padmé respectively, but they cheat on their spouses to be together. satine knows and is fine with it, so long as obi-wan doesn't divorce her. padme doesn't know.

padmé wouldn't be fine with it if she did know....especially because this affair has lasted years, her husband is cheating on her with her senate mentor and friend, and said mentor keeps trying to edge her out of her own family and co-parent her twins which is going honestly pretty successfully at times

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It is a rare sweltering day on Coruscant. The systems meant to create cool air to filter through the entirety of the city-planet malfunctioned late last night. A Senate investigation will be opened into the incident to determine if someone should be held in contempt on sabotage or if this had been a natural break of a system used near daily and updated perhaps once a decade.

It’s not really any of Anakin’s business. Padmé will tell him about it if she finds herself on the committee. Obi-Wan will tell him about it if he requests the information far enough in advance that Obi-Wan has time to bully the latest from any number of Senate staffers.

Anakin doesn’t particularly care about the workings of the Senate. It frustrates his wife sometimes, he knows.

It thrills his lover, he knows this as well.

With Padmé, he must nod and look concerned about the idea of some malicious sabotage on their air cooling system. He must ruminate aloud rather or not this qualifies as an attack upon democracy as he fixes their morning caf the way they both like: hers, with two splashes of cream and a cube of sugar. His, with three sugars and no cream.

He must care about the answer as he helps her feed the twins. Luke is going through a stage where he will not willingly eat any food. Leia is going through a stage where she will only eat Luke’s food, which Luke does not like at all.

He must ask his wife questions about the Senate, about the possible committee, about how long it may take to bring the saboteur to justice, and what that justice looks like.

He must not under any circumstance throw the plastic spoon heaped with mushed zana fruit onto the table and ask her why this isn’t enough for her. Their family, Luke’s diet, Leia’s reluctance to wear her bib and the fact that she keeps ruining the hundred credit blouses Padmé’s parents keep sending them. He must not demand to know why he should care about democracy and Senatorial committees and malicious intent when his babies are right there in front of him, tiny fingers reaching out to grasp his thumb.

He knows Padmé loves their children with her entire heart, of course. He believes that. Understands it to be true.

But his wife’s heart is larger than his own. She has room in it to love her lofty ideals, her planet’s people, the seats she holds on her Senate committees. She loves all of this and her family, her twins and her husband.

Anakin’s heart is small in comparison, narrow and focused completely on the few things he loves. That is enough for him.

When Padmé steps out of the room to begin her long process of donning her Senatorial outfit, one of those few things calls his comm.

It is not the first time he wonders if Senator Kenobi has monitoring equipment set up in his home. No man’s luck is that good so as to only call his paramour when the paramour’s wife is not around.

“Do not talk to me about the karking central cooling systems, I swear on the Force, Obi-Wan,” Anakin mutters into his comm link as he wriggles his spoon of zana fruit in front of his face in the hopes of awakening latent predator instincts. “I’ll hang up, I’m not joking.”

“Darling, as much as I enjoy your dirty mouth, you should be careful in front of the children,” Obi-Wan replies lightly.

“Okay,” Anakin puts down his spoon, and Luke coos in victory. “Do you actually have my house bugged?”

“Don’t be silly,” Obi-Wan says airily, which isn’t actually an answer. “It is early enough in the morning that you don’t need to get ready to go to work and the twins’ care providers have not yet arrived. Of course you are around them.”

Leia lets out a bubbling laugh of agreement that seems to startle her. She glares at him as if it’s his fault.

Anakin glares back because he doesn’t know how to feel about Obi-Wan’s words, the truth behind them: that he does not need to spy on him. He just…knows him.

Knows his life intimately well, even when he is not physically present with him.

It makes Anakin’s heart race, his chest tighten the way it always does when he is confronted with the truth of how far he has allowed this affair to invade his life, how much of himself Obi-Wan Kenobi possesses, how much he knows.

“What do you want?” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face and quieting his voice. The twins are barely two years old, they can understand him, but it isn’t him he’s afraid of eavesdropping. His wife is somewhere in the other room. She may have—questions, if she walked in on a commm conversation with her mentor and her husband, people she believes are loose acquaintances at best.

“What are your plans for the day?” Obi-Wan asks. “To beat this unrelenting heat."

“It’s not that hot,” Anakin says. “You’re just used to cool, human controlled air temperatures.”

“Darling, not everyone grew up in a desert,” his lover says, but he’s smiling, Anakin can tell. “For us unlucky folk, it is quite sweltering outside. If I were you, I’d be worried about the paintings in your art gallery.”

“What, do you think the paint will melt off?” Anakin asks, and now he’s smiling as well. Luke grins back at him.

Obi-Wan hums agreeably. “It is so very hot that I think there’s a good chance that your metal sculptures will melt if they’re left out in the sun,” and he sounds so very certain that Anakin feels a familiar pang of painful love followed by a swell of hatred: it isn’t fair that Obi-Wan Kenobi is so attractive and ridiculous, that he knows how to make Anakin smile, how to make him blush.

It isn’t fair that Obi-Wan has made it so very easy to fall in love with him, despite all the reasons Anakin knows he shouldn’t have ever even considered it.

“Actually, I thought perhaps we could venture to the Valiuem Community Pools for the day,” Obi-Wan proposes lightly. “Take the children, perhaps pack a lunch.”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you have to work?” He looks down the long hallway Padmé disappeared through. “Pads is getting ready to go in right now.”

“Nonsense,” Obi-Wan says. His tone is more cutting. It always gets like this when Anakin accidentally reminds him of the affection that exists between himself and his wife. Existed. Had once existed. “It’s much too hot for assembly today, I have it on good authority they will give us recess until the air systems are fixed. Anything else would probably spark galactic war.”

“The twins don’t know how to swim,” Anakin points out, and Obi-Wan laughs brightly. He must know he is winning, that Anakin is picturing the feeling of the cool water on his overheated skin, the warm, solid presence of Obi-Wan beside him, a twin in each lap so they have an excuse for their closeness should anyone be looking.

“Yes, I suppose teaching them how to swim was part of my nefarious plot,” Obi-Wan agrees.

“Just a part?”

“Well, the other part was, of course, to see you scantily clad and dripping with water.”

Anakin gets up from the table so fast he hits his knee hard against its underside. “Fuck,” he hisses into the comm. He goes to stand in front of the large windows overlooking Coruscant so he won’t be looking at his babies while his mind is playing a reel of explicit images.

“It will be fun,” Obi-Wan coaxes, laughter still in his voice. “Korkie will be out of school, it’s been so long since he went for a swim.”

And it’s been a few weeks since Anakin saw Korkie too. He hums before an awful thought occurs to him. “What about her?” he asks.

“Yours or mine?” Obi-Wan shoots back and Anakin glares out the window.

“Yours,” he grits out.

“Satine can be convinced to come along or stay away. What would your preference be, darling?”

Anakin opens his mouth to say that Obi-Wan knows his preference, but before he can say anything at all, Padmé’s voice cuts him off at the knees. “Anakin?” she asks, “Who are you talking to?”

He turns to face her. “Just Obi-Wan, angel. We were discussing the weather.”

“Were we?” Obi-Wan asks. There’s something dangerous in his tone. “I don’t recall much of that.”

“Oh, put him on speaker,” Padmé instructs, bending down to pick up the abandoned spoon still loaded with mushed zana fruit and holding it out to Luke plaintively. “I want to get his thoughts on the sub-committee for the—”

“He’s not interested,” Anakin says even as he flicks the comm to speaker and sets it on the table. “Luke,” he clarifies when Padmé makes an offended noise. “I’m sure Obi-Wan would love to discuss Senate committees with you.”

“What is Luke not interested in?” Obi-Wan asks keenly, voice back to his normal, slightly higher register as he must realize that he is in fact on speaker. “Not politics, I should hope, though he may have too much of your husband in him, dear.”

Padmé laughs and offers the spoon to Anakin. “I think it’s a bit soon to tell who they take after more, Obi-Wan. We’ll have to give it a few years yet.”

“If he survives this damn hunger strike,” Anakin adds, and Luke yells his agreement.

“Hm,” Obi-Wan says. “Is this recent?”

“Just for the last month or so,” Padmé says, rolling her eyes at Anakin, smile pulling at her painted lips. She looks beautiful. She looks at him like she’s in love with him. Anakin hates it.

“He ate the other day,” Obi-Wan says, and he sounds confused, as if Luke’s reluctance to eat food has baffled him. “I fed him that whole container of mushed blueberries.”

Anakin stills as he watches the smile slip off of Padmé’s face. “I didn’t realize you’d seen the twins recently,” she says carefully.

“Oh, I suppose I really haven’t, not in a substantial way,” Obi-Wan replies. Anakin can hear the shrug in his voice. He can also hear the forced brevity of the words. But why is Obi-Wan talking about this? What is his goal? Why would he— “Oh, it must have been a week ago, right, Anakin? Our walks in the park near the Senate building coincided. It became a sort of picnic when Leia decided she would simply perish if your husband did not feed her her specific favorite brand of bland mush—”

“It’s baby food, Obi-Wan,” Anakin gripes, “it’s supposed to be bland—”

“And while he ran to the store to buy it, I sat with the twins. Luke loved the blueberry mix.”

And after the twins were fed and asleep, Obi-Wan had coaxed Anakin into his office at the Stewjoni Cultural Affairs museum for an afternoon delight of their own.

For obvious reasons, the story ends before the truth leaks out.

“Well, we don’t have blueberry mush,” Padmé snaps, her previous good humor nowhere to be found. “We have zana fruit and baju melon.”

“He should like the zana fruit,” Obi-Wan says, as if he is not treading on very thin ice. “Have you tried making pod-racing noises?”

“What.” Anakin says.

“He has much of you in him, Anakin,” Obi-Wan laughs, voice warming. “Wriggle the spoon and make pod-racing sounds as you fly it into his mouth. He loves it.”

Anakin takes the spoon from Padmé’s hand. “I think you just want to make me look foolish in front of my wife,” he mutters.

Obi-Wan ignores this, which isn’t really a surprise. It is also, possibly the kindest thing he could do, seeing as the truth of the matter is that Padmé, sitting next to him and listening to Obi-Wan recount a date, listening to her husband chat with his secret lover, is already the fool without even knowing it. If he thinks about it too hard, the guilt will kill him.

“Come on, Ani,” Obi-Wan coaxes, his tone somewhere between playful teasing and dark promise. This is not about feeding Luke anymore.

It is about Obi-Wan proving that he is a good parent to Anakin’s child, right in front of the child’s mother, who is looking at him with a confused and vaguely offended expression.

“I believe in you,” Obi-Wan says down the line, teasing and gentle and evil and the thing Anakin’s narrow and terrible heart loves most in the entire galaxy.

Anakin sighs and lifts the spoon up so it’s in Luke’s line of sight. The boy looks up at him skeptically.

“Vroom,” Anakin says, wriggling the spoon. “Vroom, krccck, pudda-pudda whoosh vroom.”

Luke laughs delightedly, claps his hands, and allows the food into his mouth with a happy shriek.

“Good boy,” Obi-Wan says cheerfully. Anakin doesn’t know if he’s talking to him or his son, but he hangs up the comm before the older man can clarify.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #cheating au #cw: infidelity #also yeah obi-wan is the one that teaches the twins how to swim #this got too long or we would have gotten into that #the twins swimming to obi-wan out of instinct #because all of the cheating au is like a big id ick #padme is there to see the swimming lessons #satine is there because she would not be anywhere else #other than watching this drama

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