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enby-ernhardt · 9 months

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Some things I’d like to see in the KOTOR remake(s), assuming they actually get released. I know some of it is a bit idealistic, but I can dream 😆

More customisation: maybe your character has a larger body, or freckles, or the braided hairstyle but blonde. They’re Twilek, Mirialan, or Zabraki! Non binary! Asexual! Anything goes, babey!!

Improved graphics and animation: ok, this is practically a given, but still. Have you seen characters get killed, then stand back up so they can die properly? Or characters knocked down when frozen getting back up and re-freezing (in that ridiculous pose) 😆. Revan’s dance moves stay, obviously, they’re just smoother.

Companions can roam ship/have schedules: Mostly they’ll be where they are now, but sometimes you’ll find Atton taking a nap, or Mission at the food replicator, and so on. Maybe you’ll even see someone patching themselves up in the med bay after a particularly rough battle.

Seperate the first name/last name fields: Sometimes I find a good first name but want to randomise the last. Also, giving every character my full name whilst trying to stay under the radar is counterintuitive. 😄

Romance: make Carth and Bastila bi, improve Juhani’s romance options (keep her a lesbian though), and add romance to the Kotor 2 characters (and Canderous in K1 because I know some people want that). You should be able to turn them down at any point though if you want.

Hide weapons unless fighting: We’ve all had a character stab themself when meditating or something. Also this

Small decorations: just having little trinkets and stuff appear throughout the game as you complete various tasks. Maybe you could keep one gizka, or pazzak cards/credits stack up as you win more games, or you get a sticker saying “Visit Manaan!”, etc.

Containers say when empty: this one is just here because I’m stupid and can’t remember shit 😆

[K1] Change Tach sound: those seconds between descending into the shadowlands and finding the mute button are the longest seconds of my life. (I know there’s mods, but they aren’t available on console)

[K1] Influence system/relationship changes: It really doesn’t make sense that Carth and Bastila will watch you do something dark sided and just make a small comment before pretending it never happened. Lightside companions should become more wary of you the darker you get, with Bastila giving you more lectures, for example.

[K1] Solo/not mc sections: I really like these sections in Kotor 2, so it’d be nice to have some in the first one too. Maybe someone could deal with the Mandalorian raiders while you’re training as a Jedi, or Canderous does the Genoharadan quest. Or entirely new stuff.

[K1] Change equipment on the Hawk: Also from Kotor 2. It’s very annoying to keep taking characters off the ship just to give them better stuff

[K1] Cutscenes on ship: yet another thing from Kotor 2. Carth asking Bastila how she got captured, Carth and Canderous’ Warrior or Soldier discussion, and Mission asking Bastila about using the force for fun could all easily take place on the ship, along with other convos.

[K2] references to/import data from K1: I’d like to see people talk about the time Revan saved/destroyed Hrakert rift and affected the kolto, or about them being swoop champ, and stuff like that.

[K2] Finished product: all the stuff the Restored Content Mod deals with should be there from the beginning, no need for mods or dlc *cough* Switch port *cough*. I know we’re going to mod the game anyway, but it should be for fun stuff and minor bug fixes, not restoring half the game!

#knights of the old republic #kotor 1 #kotor 2 #kotor #Knights of the Old Republic remake #wishlist

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corvus-corvus · 5 months

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Read B-Side on AO3!

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV) Rating: General Audiences Pairing: None! This is a romance-less adventure featuring Din Djarin and Grogu. Summary:

A mysterious package is delivered and it's up to Din Djarin to stop it from slicing, stabbing, exploding, poisoning, or otherwise immolating himself and his charge as they scour the galaxy for answers. Grogu is just here to look cute.

Warnings: None apply! Please enjoy the ride.

(The original illustration I based this header on is by Chris Skinner. Check out this and other poster art for The Mandalorian's original release via the WayBack Machine!)

#the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #corvus writes

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wonderswritings · 2 years

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You guys, thank you! I can't believe I've reached 3k (especially since I jump from one story to the next) And I wanted to say thank you! Below is a list of prompts/tropes with accepted fandoms/characters.

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"Keep your eyes open, okay, just stay awake, please."

"I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for."

"The real treasure was the memories we made." "You almost killed me!" "That was my fondest memory."

“I can’t lose you again. I can’t, not again. I’m not strong enough.”

“YOU just got stabbed and YOU want to tell me about safety? Here's some safety for you, go fuck yourself.”

“You’re useless except for hurting me in every way possible.”

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rainofaugustsith · 2 years

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Fanfiction Archive

In case anyone hasn't seen it, or hasn't seen it in a while, here's my archive of Lana/Viri and other characters on Ao3. Comments and kudos are always appreciated!

Multiple Eras:

Sithy Snippets https://archiveofourown.org/works/13790595 F/F; 20,503 words; 22 chapters (still in progress); rated M; no archive warnings Vignettes and short-shorts, from prompts, about Sith Warrior/Commander Viri and her partner, Lana Beniko. Whether Viri’s convincing Lana to try Naboo cuisine for the first time or they’re trapped in an elevator together, things usually manage to get interesting for them. Odessen Kisses https://archiveofourown.org/works/17629115 F/F; 5072 words; ongoing; rated M; no archive warnings Short vignettes of kisses, love and affection between Lana and Viri as they run the Alliance.

Pre-SoR:

Viri Versus the Desert https://archiveofourown.org/works/20639465 Viri accepts a Mandalorian challenge to take poison and find an antidote before it kills her. When the antidote makes her see pink Jawas and talk to rocks, it’s up to Vette to get her back to camp somehow. A short friendship fic based on the “Test of the Clan” Imperial quest on Tatooine. Spared https://archiveofourown.org/works/14377245 A retelling of the Sith Warrior story from Belsavis, featuring Viri’s temporary alliance with Jedi Somminick Timmns. Kiss: Platonic https://archiveofourown.org/works/13318875 Gen; 703 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings A short gen snippet for OC Kiss Week 2018. Viri tries to comfort Vette after the death of her mother. The Two https://archiveofourown.org/works/18451043 Gen; ongoing; rated T; no archive warnings The Emperor’s Wrath. Darth Nox. Two bright young women, faced with a Dark Council that resents them. Nobody expected them to get along, and when they formed an alliance, the Council was surprised. And then afraid. This story presents tales of the Wrath, Viridana Dragoi, and her friend Darth Nox, Suvia Kallig, in the era between the class stories and KOTFE. A Vested Interest https://archiveofourown.org/works/19146499/chapters/45505603 Completely platonic sibling friendship fic, starring the once and future Darth Imperius, Jia. SOR: An Open Affinity https://archiveofourown.org/works/12143142 F/F; 107,818 words; 31 chapters; rated T; no archive warnings My favorite story. When Viri met Lana, or how two bisexual, demisexual Sith Lords discovered they had an open affinity for each other. Follows the events of Forged Alliances, Shadow of Revan and Ziost; ends at KOTFE Chapter 3. An Open Affinity: Trust https://archiveofourown.org/works/13188105 F/F; 3111 words; 1 chapter; rated M; no archive warnings A “lost chapter” from An Open Affinity, separated from the main story due to the difference in content rating. This story covers Lana and Viri’s first night together.

KOTFE:

Five Times https://archiveofourown.org/works/12670263 F/F; 13,156 words; rated T; no archive warnings (some talk of lightsaber injury at the end)

Viri’s recovery and rehabilitation from carbonite poisoning, set against chapters 3-8 of KOTFE, and the revival of her romance with Lana. Two Days https://archiveofourown.org/works/11954151 F/F; 3429 words; 1 chapter; rated T; no archive warnings (talk of injury) Directly follows “Five Times.” Lana holds vigil for Viri when she’s unconscious after being stabbed by Arcann on Asylum. During those two days in the med bay, there’s plenty of time for reflection. Night Watch https://archiveofourown.org/works/11375802 F/F; 1486 words; 1 chapter; no archive warnings (character having PTSD flashbacks and nightmares) Set during “Five Times.” After five years of being tormented by Valkorion while she was in carbonite, Viri has substantial trauma and PTSD. Lana comforts her during her nightmares. Give https://archiveofourown.org/works/12367026 F/F; 2157 words; 1 chapter; rated M; no archive warnings Routine sparring practice gives way to enthusiastic reunion sex for Lana and Viri. Kiss: Goodnight https://archiveofourown.org/works/13352463 F/F; 787 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings Viri has trouble sleeping; when she’s away on missions, Lana holo-calls in to help her. A short drabble for OC Kiss Week. “ Sabacc https://archiveofourown.org/works/18629065 F/F; 2245 words; 1 chapter; rated E; no archive warnings Lana is still angry about losing that game of sabacc to Gault. Viri offers her a rematch with much more pleasurable stakes. What Was, What Was Not https://archiveofourown.org/works/20103949 After escaping from the “Visions in the Dark” in the Odessen wilderness, Commander Viri and her partner, Lana Beniko, struggle to ascertain what about the vision was real. Assumes headcanon where the Outlander’s “training” with Darth Marr and Satele Shan was nothing more than a Valkorion-engineered hallucination. Far Side of Odessen https://archiveofourown.org/works/13681692 F/F; 2622 words; 2 chapters (still in progress); rated E; no archive warnings Lana and Viri celebrate the first anniversary of Viri’s rescue with a getaway to the unoccupied side of Odessen and some new experiences. KOTET:

Commander and Advisor https://archiveofourown.org/works/15377217 F/F; 11,855 words; 3 chapters; rated M; no archive warnings A retelling of KOTET chapter 2, “Run for the Shadows.” Viri and Lana struggle to keep their personal relationship professional. When Viri and Empress Acina disappear, the line blurs even further.

Presumed Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/11423712 F/F; 1959 words; 1 chapter; rated T; no archive warnings After the fateful trip to Dromund Kaas and meeting with Empress Acina, Lana Beniko and Vette share their worries about the Commander, Sith Warrior Viri. Intro to “Presumed Present,” which is split from this story due to rating differences. Set after KOTET chapter 2. Presumed Present https://archiveofourown.org/works/11488422 F/F; 1988 words; 1 chapter; rated E; no archive warnings After their fateful trip to Dromund Kaas to meet Empress Acina, Lana Beniko and the Commander - Sith Warrior Viri - enjoy a rare night of relaxation.

Kiss: Reverent https://archiveofourown.org/works/13361997 F/F; 950 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings There are very few things that will make Viridana Dragoi completely flip out. Vaylin has just discovered that threatening Lana Beniko is one of them. Short piece for OC Kiss Week 2018. Set during KOTET chapter 3. Kiss: Promise https://archiveofourown.org/works/13334640 F/F; 900 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings

Viri has finally figured out what Valkorion’s end game is. Lana’s there to promise that he won’t win. A drabble for OC Kiss Week 2018. Set during chapter 7 of KOTET.

Chosen Sisters https://archiveofourown.org/works/16087613 Gen; 6117 words; 1 chapter; rated T; major character death (Torian) During Vaylin’s assault on Odessen, Vette is trapped behind enemy lines. As Viri, Lana and Theron race to reach her, Vette has time to reflect on her relationship with Viri, her adopted sister. Set during KOTET chapter 8. Kiss: Celebratory https://archiveofourown.org/works/13373940 F/F; 506 words; 1 chapter, rated G; no archive warnings As Viri’s battle for the Eternal Throne - and control of her mind - come to a close, Lana is by her side. A very short drabble to close out OC Kiss Week 2018. Tonight, We Celebrate https://archiveofourown.org/works/11863296 F/F; 3683 words; 2 chapters; rated E; no archive warnings After the events of KOTET, Female Sith Warrior/Commander Viri celebrates in the cantina and finally has a searing moment - or ten - of privacy with her Lana. Post-KOTET: The Eternal Wrath https://archiveofourown.org/works/14255019 F/F; 170,408 words; 32 chapters (still in progress); rated M; no archive warnings After a long and vicious war, the former Empire’s Wrath, Viridana Dragoi, has triumphed over the Eternal Empire and emperor Valkorion. As she embarks on a new stage of her life, as the Galactic Peacekeeper, critical challenges arise. The damage caused by the Eternal Throne runs deep, and threatens to destroy Viri’s body, mind and spirit. Uprisings and protests against the Alliance threaten to destroy all that she has worked for. And Viri’s not even sure she even wants to rule the galaxy.

Luckily, her partner, Lana Beniko, is by her side every step of the way. Together they can do anything, and with their dedicated Alliance team, they will rescue old friends and allies, make new ones, and forge a promising future for the galaxy.

This story kicks off directly following the end of KOTET and incorporates the post-KOTET story, but also branches away from it. Old Friend https://archiveofourown.org/works/21866182 After HK-55 is lost at the Battle of Asylum, Lana Beniko misses her droid bodyguard and friend. Her partner, Commander/Sith Warrior Viridana Dragoi, tries to comfort her and find a way to bring HK-55 back. Not a Gift https://archiveofourown.org/works/22040929 Viri and Lana agree not to get each other presents for Life Day, and have trouble keeping that promise. Fluffy fluffy holiday fluff. Kiss: Heated https://archiveofourown.org/works/13324899 F/F; 1377 words; 1 chapter; rated M; no archive warnings The Commander needs to finish her official photo shoot as Galactic Peacekeeper. Having her partner, Lana Beniko, there for the shoot makes things even more fun. A short piece for OC Kiss Week 2018.

The Stars Themselves https://archiveofourown.org/works/12096690 F/F; 2199 words; 1 chapter; rated T; no archive warnings When faced with a traitor, both Viri and Lana blame themselves for not protecting the other. Set after Umbara. Kiss: Gentle https://archiveofourown.org/works/13342440 F/F; 1368 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings Lana is working way too hard, and is hurting herself in the process. Viri finally stages an intervention. Set after Traitor Among the Chiss.

Smut in the post-KOTET era. All one-shots rated E; no archive warnings. Been a Long Day https://archiveofourown.org/works/14899454 Ten Tricks to Please Your Lover https://archiveofourown.org/works/19185877 View from the Balcony https://archiveofourown.org/works/14517945 Behave https://archiveofourown.org/works/14350293 Challenge Accepted https://archiveofourown.org/works/16167101 Forget https://archiveofourown.org/works/17327570 Bite https://archiveofourown.org/works/21250058

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starksvixen · 4 years

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Shattered - Part 2

Summary: A Jedi and a Mandalorian. Impossible right? Not for Satine and Obi - Wan. Hell, he even said he would leave the Jedi Order for her. But you wished it was you...

A/N - I have only watched a few episodes of Clone Wars so I am not overall familar with Satine and Obi - Wan’s romance. I just thought it would be a spicy fanfiction hehe. This story is also not based on any specific Clone Wars episode, but rather an imaginary situation.

There is a reason the quote “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger” is around. Despite the deep cuts left in your chest due to your shattered heart, you used the pain as fuel, a purpose. To become hardened, to never let another man into your heart like that again. You were a Mandalorian and much to Satine’s dislike, you were a warrior at heart, meant to protect others and your people.

You repeated these words to yourself over and over during your stay on the planet. Keeping your conversations short with the Jedi while you trained by yourself. Only talking to Satine if she promised to not bring up the heartbreak.

With every other attack that came against the Duchess, you became more accurate, more deadly. You were liking the person you were turning into, a true Mandalorian. A warrior in your armor that people feared. It felt good to no longer be the weak girl the General had left you as.

Until today.

You watched the ships being loaded up closely, ensuring that none of those droids could stowaway. Every time you saw one crawl into the luggage, your blaster was up by your eyes and the droid would be dead on the ground.

This time, Obi Wan was shoving something into one of the luggage carts as you watched one crawl it’s way onto the bag. Without a second thought, you quickly shoot it off, not minding the shot’s close proximity to the Jedi’s head.

Apparently, that was Obi Wan’s last straw, storming over to you. You let a soft sigh release, one soft enough your modulator couldn’t translate. Still gentle as ever, he grabs your arm and takes you inside, to a secluded corner away from prying arms of workers.

“What the bloody hell has gotten into you, (Y/N)?” he exclaims into a whisper.

“I’ve been doing my job,” you reply in a flat tone.

“No, you haven’t. You’ve been avoiding me, shutting out Satine, taking more risks. All you ever do is go from training by yourself to sitting in your room doing Gods knows what. It’s not healthy!”

“It doesn’t matter...”

“Yes, it do-”

All you hear is Satine’s scream, sending your entire body into flight or fight. Pushing past Obi - Wan, you run out to the tarmac to see the place littered with dead clones and Satine in the hands of a pirate.

Quickly, you lift your gun to take out the threat, but an invisible Force pushes the tip to the ground. You look at Obi - Wan, your eyes wide underneath your mask as his hand stays subtly lifted.

“Put the Duchess down, or you will regret it,”

“And how would I regret it? The Duchess is worth more then the two of you combined!” the pirate laughs.

That’s when the Force on your blaster was released. With a smirk beneath your mask, you quickly shoot the leader, sending his lackies into a blood induced rage.

Out of the corner of your eye, Obi - Wan wordlessly takes his place behind your back, hearing the loud buzz of a lightsaber being enacted. All of them were coming at you both too fast for you to shoot. So as the first one came, you used your blaster to smack them straight across the face.

Given the small space in time, you grab your staff from your pocket, clicking a button to expand it. Then, as each pirate came running towards you, you could easily smack them out of the way. Reaching into the slot on your armor, your pulled the blade seated there and stabbed each of them in the thigh as they landed. The bastards weren’t going to get away with this.

Once all of the pirates were either dead or groaning on the ground, Satine runs towards you. Quickly looking away, you return your weapons to their proper place as you think she is running towards Obi - Wan. But she runs straight into your arms and without hesitation you hold your oldest friend close to you.

“You shouldn’t have fell for the trick,” she whispers.

“(Y/N), no!” you hear the real Satine from behind you.

Just as the changeling uses her hidden blade to try and slit your throat, she freezes with the blade pressed slightly into your skin. The changeling fell to the ground, a lightsaber shaped hole in her chest.

Obi - Wan looks at you with wide eyes as you breathe heavily. Without him, you most likely would have met your doom. The pure adrenaline coursing through your veins helps you to ignore the steady stream of blood pouring all over your armor from the wound on your neck. You bend and quickly grab your blaster, your eyes scanning what was left of the luggage carts for any more threats.

“Anakin, get the Duchess on board and get us out of here. I’ll take care of (Y/N),”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Anakin quickly escort your friend on board and the ship roaring to life. As your body realizes she’s safe, your knees give out under the pressure of your sight spinning. Before you fully collapse to the ground, a pair of strong arms keeps you up, throwing an arm around his shoulders and helping you onto the ship.

Once in a secluded room, Obi - Wan quickly closes the door, your heart picking up at his presence. He quickly collects what he needs from nearby storage carts, obviously waiting for you to take your helmet off.

“Thank you for your help, but I can take care of myself,” you hoarsely say, the pain from your neck intensifying.

“She’s safe with Anakin, you need me more,”

You sigh hard once he collects everything and sets it beside where you now sit. As he goes to take your helmet off, you quickly snatch his wrists to stop him.

“(Y/N)...what did I do to break your trust?” Obi - Wan whispers, picking up on the subtle que.

“You didn’t...”

Slowly, you release his wrists, your helmet clad head pointing towards the ground as you felt the weakness you always felt around him set in. Tears spring into your eyes from the pain in your neck and the one in your chest.

“What did I do to lose you?”

“I made you, so you would be happy,” you softly say, the pain escalating at an alarming rate.

“But my dear, I have been quite the opposite,”

“What are you talking about? You’re with Satine, I see how you look at her.”

“How I look at her pales in comparison to how I look at you,”

You stay silent, trying to process his words and suppress the butterflies to threaten to tear your gut in two. The vulnerability sets in, making you tense up, making the pain even worse all over. You can’t help but a small, audible sob echo from you as it all becomes to overwhelming.

“My love,” you hear him whisper. “I’ve never been interested in Satine.”

Slowly, you feel his hands rest against either side of your helmet. This time, you don’t stop him. You opt to keep your head tilted to the ground, the stickiness from the blood against your neck adding to the overwhelming feelings that blur your mind. You feel the metal slip away from your hair, a fresh wave of cool air hitting your face and neck as Obi - Wan slowly removes your chest plate next. He lays them like Satine does, in a certain order, always showing respect.

“(Y/N), it’s you.”

You feel two fingers slip between your chin, lifting your face to meet his as your tears begin to slow.

“It’s always been you,”

He leans in without pause, you meeting him halfway through until your lips collide.

All of the emotions pent up, the same things that had overwhelmed you moments before, were gone. Your mind was clear for the first time in months, the only thing running through your thoughts was him. The way your lips danced together, like they were somehow training together in your minds, it sent goosebumps up your spine and down your arms.

There was something in the way his hands slipped from your face to your hips, like if he let go you would disappear again. Your seated position changes as you stand together, his frame pressed so tightly against you despite your remaining armor you could feel every muscle. As if it was engrained, your arms slip up his chest, around his neck, into his hair. Gently, you pull at the roots, not to force the kiss away, but as a silent message of longing. How much you had waited for this moment.

Eventually, you come up for air, both of you sharing a soft pant at the tension broken between the two of you. A smile unlike any other graces your face, happiness replacing the adrenaline that was once in your veins.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” he whispers, his swollen lips pressing against yours softly with his words.

“And I love you, Obi - Wan Kenobi,” you whisper in return.

After some time, he sat you down again, cleaning and stiching up the wound on your neck. Not without a chaste kiss here and there however. As he threads the needle through the last point it was needed, a thought comes to mind.

“What about the Order?”

A soft silence settles between you as the Jedi ponders your words. But only for a moment.

“When Satine first caught onto my feelings, I told her I would leave the Jedi Order if you told me too,”

As he threads and ties off the last stitch, your eyes connect again as you ponder his words now too.

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you,”

“But then we can’t be together, (Y/N),”

You ponder once more.

“What they don’t know can’t kill them,” you mumble softly, running a hand through his tangled locks that still somehow remained soft.

“You want to keep it a secret?”

“Until you’re ready to leave, not for me, but for yourself.”

“How did I get so lucky to have a gorgeous and smart woman?” he says with a cheeky smirk.

“Shut up and kiss me already, Obi,”

Once again, he doesn’t hesitate, your lips joining in a hungrier matrimony then before. Slowly, you lay down on the bench you had been sat upon, coaxing your Jedi to hover over you. Without his lips leaving yours for a second, he braces himself above you. Just as his lips leave yours to travel elsewhere, a jolt in the ship alerts you both to your arrival back on Mandoa. Obi - Wan groans softly at the lost chance of having some fun, but the same smirk you had fallen for etches his face as he whispers to you:

“Another happy landing,”

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certifiedskywalker · 5 years

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No Grave - Dyn Jarren (The Mandalorian)

Anonymous said:

Hello, Hope you’re having a good day! Just was that you’re looking for requests for the Mandalorian? If that’s not the case then feel free to disregard this ask! I was wondering if it would be possible to request a fic in which Mando is injured and he needs to call upon the help of his old friend, the reader, who he doesn’t want to bother but can’t fix himself so they just sorta patch him up, coo over Baby Yoda and are just really happy to see him? Just a tropey af & fluffy af fic? Thank you sm

AN: First, you’re so polite?! I love you! Second, I love your request but this leans into more romance than you described because I’ve been listening to Hozier. I hope that’s okay! Also, I call him Dyn Jarren, as Pedro Pascal leaked!

The fall from the Jawa’s trading post broke him in more ways than one.

Dyn Jarren had been in pain before. Training in the tribe had acquainted him with every weakness of the human body, his body. Before that, on Mandalore, on his home in the Outer Rim, he had been shown the human capacity for cruelty and the faces of his people twisted up in agony. The entirety of his life, every curve of every path, had been marked by some sort of pain. It was the one constant; no matter what planet, bounty, or standard year, hurt, in some capacity, lingered around each corner.

Yet, Dyn Jarren had never felt pain like this. It felt like his entire body was set aflame, burning from the inside out. The slash in his arm was much deeper, much longer than he had thought and his head was still ringing from the fall. He laid in the dirt with his eyes closed, carefully moving his fingers and toes to make sure he wasn’t paralyzed. Thank the Maker he wasn’t, but each micromovement brought with it a new wave of strained misery.

He grit his teeth and forced himself to sit up. The moment Dyn curled his abdomen and used his arms to support himself, his chest screamed in pain. Broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. What a curse it is to be so attuned to his body’s every ache. He reached up and pulled his left shoulder back into its socket. The bones made a horrible scraping sound that was only drowned out by his grunts of pain.

“Chit!”

The curse fell from his lips when he sat back. After a few labored breaths, he laid down in the spot where he had landed hours before. He would have stayed there too, spread out on the dark earth, if it wasn’t for a small ‘coo’ that reached his ears. In a flash, a spasm so quick that his wounds shouted in angry protest, the Mandalorian looked to the side and met the shining, expectant eyes of the Child.

“Ugh,” Dyn moved to stand and he felt his legs shake beneath him. The Child cocked it’s small, green head to the side with its large ears turned down. “What?”

The Child only gurgled and the Mandalorian sighed heavily. The breath stung his lungs and he bit back a groan. Each step he took a new sharp stab raced through his body. Dyn looked out along the horizon, saw the setting sun, and nearly fell to his knees.

They needed to find shelter. Maybe, if he could make it, they could stay at Kuiil’s moisture farm. Although, he had put enough on the older man, taken too much of his time. Staying at his hut would put him, his freedom, and the Child at risk. Dyn looked behind him and watched the nursery pod following after him. The Child’s eyes were wide, almost all-seeing. A twinge of guilt racked the Mandalorian’s chest.

He had taken the job and here he was, bleeding, stumbling to some intangible end. Without a ship, he was stranded, with a child no less, on a desert planet, dying slowly. At the thought of death, he fell. The impact knocked the wind out of him and his armor did nothing to dull the sting. He rolled onto his back and let out a groan.

The pink-orange sky was now fading into a wonderful purple color; and for a moment, the pain ebbed away. For a moment, Dyn forgot where he was and why he was there. For that perfect moment, he was back with the tribe. He was outside, watching the orange flames of a bonfire raging up towards the night sky. He saw the faces of the people who had taken him in, raised him, and trained him.

He saw Y/N.

He saw the eyes, the face he knew better than his own. He saw the familiar grin and felt the heat that Y/N never ceased to stir up within him. The memories danced in the darkness of his mind, reminding him of a time when he smiled. When had he last smiled? When he was a Foundling? Maybe? When was the last time he saw Y/N?

Ever since Y/N, ever since he left, Dyn had thrown himself into the job. Bounty hunting became all he did and all he told himself he wanted. Yet, it was still Y/N he thought of when faced with the sunset. Especially one as beautiful as the one that danced above him now.

Dyn felt wetness slip from his eyes when he moved to sit up, but he wasn’t sure for which ache the tears were shed. A surge of pain ripped up his side as he leaned back against the rock face. The Child watched him, ever curious eyes glinting under the soft light of dusk. He let his head lull against the stone as he studied the green creature. So much strangeness and death surrounded the little being; including himself.

In spite of that, he was compelled to keep it alive. He shifted once more, grunting through the ache of his body, and aimed his hand at a nearby bush. With the simple flick of his finger, flames roared out of the canister at his wrist. The brittlebush went up in flames and, he hoped, it would burn long enough to keep the Child warm.

It cooed at the sight of the fire, clapping it’s little hands together in joy before looking back at Dyn. For a second, the creature looked...sorry. The Mandalorian leaned back against the rocks and sighed. He lifted his hand once more, but this time, uttered a simple command.

“Show me Y/N.”

The image he didn’t let himself look at opened. A hologram of Y/N’s form, a digital portrait of the one person Dyn could not let himself have. At least not in this life. Life on the road, a life of killing, a life of pain...that was no life. No, not this life; part of him would be happy to leave it behind.

Dyn heard a small set of footfalls as he studied the picture, but he was too lost in memories to care. No longer did he care how long he had left to live. All he knew was that he wanted to see Y/N one last time. Slowly, like falling asleep, the Mandalorian closed his eyes. The burning pain that once gripped his body gave way to cold darkness as the Child shuffled closer to the glowing image with all the wonder of a young soul.

Dyn woke up scared for the second time in his life. Warmth was everywhere, kissing every inch of his body. The pain was gone, replaced by the sun. His skin felt tight under the rays of light and he could feel the heat gathering on his cheeks. The last time had had the sun on his face…

On instinct, he reached up towards his face. When his palm met the flesh of his face, he yanked his hand away. It was as if the softness stung him. His face was a reminder of everything he had swallowed, pushed down, and ignored for years. Now, it was exposed and every feeling was bubbling up to the surface.

“You’re up.”

Dyn swung his head to his right and swore that he was dreaming. He must be because Y/N was there, looking at him with those eyes. It must all be some fevered dream. Whatever infection his wounds had fostered were now taunting him. It had to be that.

“I don’t want to know what happened,” Y/N said, hands raised as if to stop Dyn from speaking. “And I really don’t want to know why you have a baby with you either.”

“How did you get here?” Dyn was almost surprised by the sound of his own voice, unaltered by the modulator in the helmet. Yet, that was the least shocking thing to him in the moment. He was still caught on Y/N.

“You sent me a beacon,” Y/N said simply. “Wasn’t hard to find you then. All I did was look for smoke plumes.” Y/N gestured to the burning bush, now blackened by the heat and acting as a new playground for the Child.

“I didn’t send for you,” Dyn said, dark eyes glued to the Child. Y/N scoffed and Dyn looked over at his...friend? Could they even call each other that?

“I’m here anyway,” Y/N snapped, and Dyn tore his eyes from the Child to look up. “What? Do you…” Y/N now looked at the Child and then back to Dyn. “You think that little thing called me? On your comm? Does it even know how to use a transmitter?”

Dyn’s face flushed as his last-night thoughts returned to him. “I thought I was going to…”

“What?” Y/N shuffled closer. Sand was kicked up by boots and Dyn remembered all to vividly what had happened. He had opened Y/N’s file, the portrait, and, with it, her information. Dyn glanced over at the Child once more who, almost smiling, looked from the Mandalorian to Y/N, then back again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dyn grumbled and started to get back to his feet. “I have to-”

“You have to stay still,” Y/N interrupted, hands extended and gently pushing down on Dyn’s shoulders. The touch sent Dyn back to a room, on a planet, to safety and warmth. He could almost feel the softness of a bed below him the moment Y/N met his gaze. Y/N must have felt it too, because the touch was pulled away before Dyn had a chance to savor it. Instead, he was left with a question gnawing at his mind.

“Why did you come?”

Y/N sat back on the dirt, staring at Dyn with curious eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that the Child stumbled up and pulled on Y/N’s sleeve, Dyn was sure he would have gotten an answer right then.

With the Child, Y/N got distracted. Dyn watched the scene that unfolded before him with unabashed awe. Y/N, carefully, took the Child up in arms and the little creature snuggled close. For a second, Dyn forgot that they had to be on the run; that the Child was part of a hefty bounty. Dyn, in that moment, saw another sunset and Y/N’s smile.

“It’s fifty years old.”

“What?”

Dyn raised his brows, pointed them towards the Child still swaddled in Y/N’s embrace. “That is fifty years old.”

“I don’t…”

“Some species age differently,” Dyn repeated what the guild droid had said and gauged Y/N’s reaction. The Child, however, seemed wholly unaffected by the knowledge.

“But it’s...it’s a child, a baby.” Y/N rambled, now holding the Child out in the air. It squealed softly and kicked its feet in the air. “Fifty?”

“Fifty,” Dyn echoed. Y/N’s head shook and similarly shaking hands lowered the Child to the ground. Y/N’s eyes met Dyn’s and, for the first time in a long time, he saw worry in them.

In the months they had spent together before...before everything, Y/N hardly worried. Dyn had made bounty hunting look like an art and Y/N did not fret over what he did. There was to point, Y/N couldn’t stop him. Dyn was going to do what he wanted anyway.

Y/N never asked about what wrongs he did, whose name would be presented in a bounty puck when he brought back to the house. That was what Dyn liked about Y/N. Never once did the world of bounty hunting collide with the realm of what he once knew as home. Y/N was his perfect escape; a haven he would crawl back to every time.

That was why he had to leave. In his life, all Dyn knew was pain. He couldn't risk dragging Y/N into that. Not then and definitely not now. Not even when Y/N was looking at him like that, with those eyes that haunted every sunset he saw. Or would ever see.

“Why did you come?”

Y/N held his gaze before leaning close to him. Dyn’s breath caught at the closeness but was soon released as Y/N peeled a bacta patch off his arm. “Your arm is healed. I did what I could about your ribs when you were passed out.”

Dyn stayed silent, watching Y/N sort the medical supplies laid out. The way Y/N’s hands traced packages and sorted them nearly hypnotized Dyn. He was tempted to drop the question, let them just be. Let them just be together for whatever time they had. It was too tempting.

“Why did you come here, Y/N,” Dyn asked once more. He reached out, his now bare hand grasping Y/N’s wrist. There was no hesitation as Y/N pulled away from the touch.

“Why do you think I came here?” Y/N snapped coldly. Any friendly warmth that once laced Y/N’s voice was gone. The Child, now sat at Dyn’s feet cringed, as if the tone of the words hurt some part of its being.

“I don’t,” Dyn replied, “I thought it was clear that-”

“I don’t want to talk about it, Dyn,” Y/N said softly, all the fire that laced the voice gone. Y/N looked up from the medical supplies and met his gaze. “I don’t ask many questions about...why you do what you do. Please, don’t ask me.”

Dyn wanted to protest. He wanted to tell Y/N that he fell into bounty hunting; but that was a lie. He had chosen bounty hunting over everything so he could control the pain that had been so intertwined with his life. He had chosen it over everything. Even his relationship with Y/N.

So, he decided, he could grant Y/N that one wish. “Alright.”

“Vor'e,” Y/N murmured and the use of Mando’a caught Dyn visibly off guard. “What? Have you become unfamiliar with your native tongue?”

“I haven’t heard it in a long time. Some phrases are lost to me now.”

“I said ‘thanks’,” Y/N explained teasingly. Dyn nodded, letting the word find purchase in his throat before speaking up again.

“Vor'e, for coming here.” Dyn watched as that smile he loved spread along Y/N’s features. It lasted only for a second before fading like sunlight.

“I fear I’ve done all I can.” Dyn nodded and moved to sit up fully. His ribs no longer screamed with searing pain and his arm held no ache.

“And that’s more than enough.” Y/N frowned and started to pack what supplies were still strewn about the dirt. Dyn watched but forced himself to peel his eyes away. He had to focus on what tasks lingered. Namely, getting the Child off this planet.

“I could fly you out of here,” Y/N suggested, so quickly it was as if Dyn’s thoughts had been spoken aloud. “Get you and…” Y/N pointed to the Child, “this little one out of here.”

“No, no,” Dyn started to get to his feet. “You’d be in danger and-”

“You don’t think I can handle myself?” Y/N asked, hands on the hips, and standing before Dyn with all the confidence he wished he could bottle to keep at his side for whenever he needed it. Mostly, he wished to keep Y/N.

“I don’t know if I can handle...this,” Dyn gestured to the Child that now stood between them. It’s wide eyes peered up at them with a small, smug smile on it’s green lips.

“Really you-” Dyn met Y/N’s eyes and the words fell into silence. “Really?”

Dyn nodded and leaned down to scoop the Child in his arms. It cooed in response and Dyn swallowed hard. Y/N reached and rubbed a careful hand against the creature’s cheek. Dyn watched Y/N, dark eyes adoring and soft.

“Well, if this little one did send for me, you owe it quite a lot.” Y/N was still looking at the Child and Dyn was wholly enraptured with Y/N.

“My life,” Dyn said softly, his breath stirring the hair on Y/N’s head. The couple met eyes and Dyn felt his heart go weak. What a curse it is to be so attuned to his body’s every ache. “And I owe you.”

Y/N frowned and pulled away from Dyn. Leaning down, Y/N grabbed the Mandalorian helmet from the dirt and handed it to Dyn. He took it with his free hand, his eyes tracing the lines of Y/N’s face. He was preparing for a goodbye, perhaps the last goodbye.

“You can repay me by not leaving a grave for me to find.” Dyn let out a forced chuckle and shook his head.

“You know that no grave could keep me from you.” The words came back to him like an instinct. They flowed from his lips with the same ease he set a trap or aimed his rifle for a killing shot. Those words were part of a ritual, a life that Dyn had almost had; a life with Y/N.

Y/N did not speak. Dyn felt his stomach drop and curl at the quiet. Instead of speaking, Y/N stepped towards him, pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth. Dyn wanted to drop everything and reach for Y/N; but the Child gurgled as Y/N pulled away. The skin of Dyn’s lips still tingled from the kiss.

Dyn watched Y/N walk away, medical supplies trailing after. The ship in the distance was small, a ship that Dyn once knew well. A ship that he hoped to know well again. Maybe after all of this, after the bounty...after the Child… Dyn looked up from the green creature in his arms and back at Y/N’s form. He could see the features of the person he loved as Y/N faced him once more.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” Y/N shouted. The wind carried the phrase to Dyn’s ears and he closed his eyes as the sound of his native Mando’a speech warmed his soul. He did not have to ask what the words meant. He knew what Y/N said in his heart; a phrase he could never lose to time or trial.

Dyn watched Y/N take off before putting his helmet back on. The sun’s heat no longer graced his features, instead glinted off of the beskar steel. Dyn looked back to the Child in his arms. Its eyes were wide and Dyn sighed.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

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Before You Go / 1.

The Mandalorian x You, Din Djarin x You

-- He needed you. You were drawn to him. There will always be a price to pay.

word count: 1372

warnings: nada. just a fluffy intro chapter.

author’s note: I don’t even know. Just idea that’s been stuck in my head and I’m rolling with it. Enjoy.

Masterlist AO3

Chapter One

The sickbay was quiet. Not unusual or this time of year when others would come in with the common complaints that came with the colder weather and rain. You counted your blessing as you did your rounds, relishing in the way your patients were contently sleeping or waiting for their medications to kick in. Knowing that with quiet days came quiet evenings and, stars, you needed a quiet evening of tea and a good old fashion romance read.

Preferably something that involved a mysterious stranger to sweep you off your feet and into a land far, far away.

Ever since the presence of the Empire left the hub of your home on Akiva, things had slowly leveled but out to some form of normality. Your days were no longer filled with the looks of frightened children as they came in looking for a loved one or burn victims as the towns below filled with smoke and the scent of burning flesh stung with every breath. While things were still not one-hundred back to how it was, and you were certain they never would be - you still found yourself humming happily as you made your way back to your station.

Something you had not done for quite some time.

Sheana, one of the other nurses on staff, had been kind enough to leave a large stack of paperwork on your desk just before she left for the day, clearly trying to find a task that would not have you nodding off before your shift was over.

She took your love for a good book to her advantage.

Glancing around once more, you settled into your chair. All your patients knew what to do if they needed you, but from the looks of things, you should be able to knock everything out well before it was time for you to clock out. Stretching yourself out with a crack of your knuckles, you grabbed your favorite pen and set to work.

You weren’t sure how long you had been perched at your station but by the time you readjusted yourself with stiff muscles, you felt the familiar cotton mouth of needing a drink. The halls were dim, concluding that everyone who was to stay the night was very much asleep - so you decided to venture off to the chow hall, hoping they had some much-needed caf to get through the next two hours.

A gush of cold air from the entryway hit you just as you stood, goosebumps pimpling your skin as you barely blinked before a large shadow of a man was before you. He was covered head to toe in armor, bright steel from what you tell as it reflected in the lights that hung overhead, and his face was shielded by a helmet that allowed you to see the confusion clear across your face as you looked up at him.

A slight glance at the symbol gracing his right shoulder and you knew immediately what he was without a second thought - a Mandalorian. You had heard the stories, the tales of the war, but as far as you knew, they were basically extinct.

“I need help,” his voice was firm even with the modulator in his helmet, pulling you out of your trance of ghost stories. “Please, I’ve tried everything.”

Before you could properly open your mouth to ask what the stars he was talking about, his arms shifted to reveal a small green fuzzball in the crook of his elbow. You probably would have cooed over the small creature if it wasn’t for the way his skin had a sickly gray tint to it and he appeared to be fighting the urge to stay awake with the way his eyes were rolling in the back of his large head.

Quickly, you reached out and grabbed the alien from his grasp, feeling the heat of his skin seeping through his robes and into your palms. “What happened?”

“The kid - he - he ate something, I think.”

You began to move, your feet pounding as you hauled both of you through the hallway looking for a spare room. “What exactly did he eat?”

“A frog.”

Your steps tripped up for just a moment as you turned into one of the corner rooms, the lights coming on as soon as you crossed the threshold. “What kind of frog?”

He was silent as he watched you move.

Moving over towards the counter, you pulled out various tools, a monitor, and a couple of different types of syringes before placing the little one on the bed at the center of the room. Disrobing the patient, you repeated your question once more, trying to control the urgency in your voice, “What kind of frog did he eat?”

“I’m not sure.”

Casting a glance over your shoulder at the Mandalorian, you raised your eyebrow. “What color was it?”

“Red.”

“Ah, fuck,” you mutter to yourself as you began to hook up several different devices around the bed, all of them immediately beeping frantically.

“What?”

You didn’t answer the stranger as you continued on with your work, moving around the bed to the counter where you picked up a bottle of pinkish liquid and an empty syringe. Stabbing the needle through the foil protecting the bottle, you measured out the amount needed before making your way towards the child when an arm shot out in front of you.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his visor trained on you.

“He’s been poisoned.”

His arm went slack, but he didn’t remove himself from between you and the bed. “That’s not possible. I was with him the whole time.”

You watched as the little one struggled to take a full breath, a small gasp of air leaving him as he squirmed around on the sheets. “Red-backed frogs are extremely poisonous,” you nudged the Mandalorian’s arm from in front of you, flashing the prepared medical cocktail in front of his vision. “I have a limited window to get this to him before it gets fatal.”

The Mandalorian’s arm quickly dropped allowing you to push towards the cot. “I’m sorry little one,” you said softly, wiping away some of the sweat prickling his forehead despite the cool temperature of the room, “this is going to hurt for a moment, but it’s going to help.”

As soon as the needle pierced his skin, he let out a soft cry that was enough to make your heart break. The Mandalorian was quickly at your side, his hand slipping under your own to grasp tightly on the kid in front of you. Almost instantly you saw the little one relax at his touch and within minutes his flesh started to look more vibrant.

Letting out a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding, you backed away from the cot and into the cold steel of the man still standing dangerously close behind you. His iciness sent a shock of heat through your bloodstream.

“He should be in the clear in about an hour or so,” you said, carefully sidestepping your way around so that the two of them could remain in contact. “You’ll just have to watch for any signs.”

His eyes stayed on the little one in front of him. “Like what?”

“Things similar to what caused you to bring him in, in the first place,” you said carefully, busying yourself with cleaning up the small mess you made. “Vomiting, loss of appetite, and struggling to stay awake for more than an hour.”

“Hm.”

The mysterious man remained quiet while you moved around him. As you cleaned, the child cooed and giggled as he clasped his fingers around the leather-clad ones before him. It was a sight you were sure you would not be forgetting for some time. “Well,” you said with a soft clearing of your throat, “I’ll just need to keep him for a little longer, and then the two of you can be on your way.”

The Mandalorian looked up at where you were just hovering in the doorway. “Thank you.”

You nodded at him, slipping through the door and into the corridor, but not before noting that you still felt that heavy gaze on you as you walked away.

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magic-owl said:

The thing I wanna know is true or not about Kenobi’s Shadow is the line I heard about the Jedi baby stealing. I hope that’s not true but multiple people have said it is and that makes me big ): I get the author wanting to focus this particular chapter on the Obitine romance because Obi Wan decides to break literally all the rules just for her because he loves her, but like, if they really decided to pull the “she and their romance are the most important thing in his entire life” bit then yeah But also I heard about that bit with him and Anakin in the beginning and that just seems kinda awkward, like why would Anakin know because PADMÉ told him? How did she find out? Why wasn’t she rushing off there to get Satine herself like she’s literally always done when her friends are in trouble??? I get wanting the Obitine and Anidala parallels in the beginning but (and here I’m being INCREDIBLY biased lol) I still don’t buy in the slightest Anakin would just let him go alone like that

The line about Jedi baby stealing was kind of eyeroll-worthy, but not as bad as you’re thinking:

“Satine should not be there. She should not have been dragged into a conflict years in the making, begun when Maul murdered Qui-Gon Jinn, the man who’d been the closest thing Obi-Wan had to a father since the Jedi took him from his parents.”

Which strikes me as out of character for Obi-Wan Kenobi to think that, but it’s not exactly a smoking gun of, “Aha! See! They are baby thieves!” And Anakin does want to go with, but Obi-Wan gives him a reason not to, mileages will vary on how convincing it is that Anakin would accept it:

Again, Anakin’s barely suppressed smile said something different than the grave look in his eyes. “Well, in any case, I’m coming with you.” Obi-Wan had foreseen this. Anakin was as close as a brother, and of course he wouldn’t let Obi-Wan face this mission alone. So Obi-Wan gave Anakin an answer crafted to convince him to stay behind. “The presence of one Jedi on Mandalore will be hard enough to conceal. Two Jedi will be impossible. You’d put the mission at risk. And Satine.” Obi-Wan watched the struggle on Anakin’s face: the thing he wanted to do versus the thing he needed to do. In the end, reason won out. This was much to Obi-Wan’s relief. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if Anakin had decided the other way.

That’s what convinces Anakin to stay behind. The bigger problems with the story, I think, are in the way everything is bent to be molded around Obi-Wan and Satine’s relationship. Like, the Jedi--despite the story itself establishing twice that having Jedi on Mandalore would quite possibly be A Real Bad Idea--don’t want to give Obi-Wan permission to go start yet another war to save someone that would get them fucked over by the Senate? Then he becomes bitter towards the Council. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Bitter. Against the Jedi. Or like when Satine dies and Obi-Wan’s reaction is described as:

She closed her eyes. Her body went limp in his arms. And she was dead. When Maul killed Qui-Gon Jinn, Obi-Wan was stricken with sorrow. Sorrow gripped him again. But there was something else, as well. Something dangerous. Something that scorched. Satine wasn’t Maul’s enemy. She was just a tool Maul had used to get something he wanted, the throne of Mandalore. And a tool to hurt Obi-Wan. Using a person that way was the worst form of cruelty. Satine had been a person, and her death wasn’t just a loss for Obi-Wan. It was a loss for so many more. She’d been a child on this world. Like other children, she’d taken her first step, uttered her first word, laughed and chased flitters in the tall grass of the Mandalorian plains. She’d learned to read, made friends, suffered hurts, recovered and laughed again. And she’d become a leader. She should have lived to see her world thrive, to see her people find peace, to prosper, to make music and art. She should have grown old and been able to look back on all she’d achieved. But in a split second, Maul had ended all that. He’d extinguished a light in the universe and replaced it with shadow. Such an act was truly the definition of the dark side. And Obi-Wan burned with rage. With the rage came a vision: Eyes smoldering with hatred. Screams in the red glare of a lightsaber. Obi-Wan would cleave Maul in two. He would do much worse. There would be nothing left of him. Or the other Dathomirian. Or the commandos, those Mandalorian traitors. He would kill Almec. He would kill anyone who’d had a hand in overthrowing Satine, anyone who’d contributed to her death. And he would kill anyone who tried to stop him. Anyone who stood in his way, by word or by deed. Anyone.

THIS REACTION:

That’s not a rage so powerful that he would burn down anyone or anything in his way. That’s a deep sorrow. And, finally, the final observation Obi-Wan makes:

The words came with struggle. He didn’t want to talk. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But he knew he needed to speak. He knew it was important that Anakin hear it. “I lost someone important to me,” Obi-Wan said. “And I understand anger in a way I never have. I know how difficult it is not to give in to it.”

Despite that, in this same anthology, in the fight with Maul earlier in the season:

“Your master, Qui-Gon Jinn,” I growled as we crossed sabers. “I gutted him while you stood helpless and watched. How did that make you feel, Obi-Wan?” I knew I had him when his eyes narrowed in anger and he shoved me away, screaming. He attacked me furiously, saber flying. At first, I fell back under his powerful onslaught. His strokes were wild and uncontrolled. He struck the sides of the ship around us, sending sparks raining down everywhere. I parried and pushed back, and when I saw an opening, I kicked out, landing a solid blow to his chest. He went hurtling back with a cry to collapse on the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes lost and desperate. I almost felt pity for him. Almost. “Your rage has unbalanced you,” I told him. I did not tell him that had been my plan all along. “That is not the Jedi way, is it?” My voice was silky smooth, mocking. I wanted to see what he would do. He climbed to his feet and we continued our battle. But I was right; he was unbalanced now. I quickly had him on the ground again, but he got up and fought back. He swung wildly at me and missed. His momentum sent him stumbling toward the balcony’s ledge. His back was toward me, so I kicked him over the edge. He dropped to the ground below, frustratingly graceful, even managing to land on his feet next to Ventress.

That’s what I mean by prioritizing the romantic relationship. Despite that Obi-Wan has experienced rage before, we see that on his face in The Phantom Menace when he fights Maul after he stabbed Qui-Gon, despite that there’s a story in this anthology where Obi-Wan struggles with a furious rage (taking into account that Maul is not a reliable narrator on Obi-Wan’s reactions, I think a certain amount of struggling with rage is apparent just from the episode itself), but, because of Satine, he understands anger in a way he never had before? Despite that Satine’s death was a deliberate parallel to Qui-Gon’s death? It isn’t that Satine isn’t important, of course she’s important to him! Look at his face! He’s devastated! But her influence is one of many on his life and they should matter just as much. Obi-Wan Kenobi understood anger before this and that’s not to devalue the struggle he faces here, of course he does. But Qui-Gon’s loss is just as important and just as defining to his understanding of anger.

#obi wan kenobi #novels #meta #solad spoilers

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third-generation-female-warrior · 3 years

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Right before Revenge of the Fifth Ends, I did a companion piece(s) to Jedi!Percy, staring Mandalorian!Annabeth.

(No Helmet)

(Helmet)

Haha! Finished just in time before Revenge of the Fifth is over!!

I wanted her armor to have red, grey, and blue, which, in symbolism, means honoring a lost parent/leader, mourning a lost love, and reliability. It all ties in to her backstory that made up where she was left behind by her aliit (clan/family).

Her romance with Percy just makes it more interesting because the Mando/Jedi rivalry, and she's very Mando, having the powers of common sense and stab-well, but also holds family dear to her. It just makes sense.

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#pjo/hoo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo au #percy jackson au #percabeth #pjo annabeth #heroes of olympus #star wars au #acj draws

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june-girl-86 · 3 years

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Chapter 17

Pairing: Din Djarin/Original Female Character

Summary: Din is back on Nevarro and has rejoined the guild to do his work. When he meets Liara there, the two slowly develop feelings for each other. But before they can really get to know each other, their adventure begins, leading them to old friends and letting them explore new worlds. In the process, they always have to be one step faster than their pursuers. Add to that the burden of responsibility Din carries on his belt. Will he be ready for it? Especially when he learns the truth about his past. How does one react when one has grown up with a lie?

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut

Warning against violence/torture and blood

Hold on Liara

When Liara opened her eyes, everything was blurry. She tried to get a clear view, but she did not succeed. Her ears were ringing and her head hurt like hell. The stabbing pain stretched from her forehead to the back of her head. She tried to remember what had happened last. But even thinking was difficult for her. It took a moment, then a few fragments of memory came back. She and Ahsoka in the forest, then Brix warning her and sending her away. And how she had fallen. She had hurt her hands.

Liara wanted to rub her eyes and also to see if her wounds were bad, but she couldn't move her hands. In general, she noticed that her body felt so strange. She tried to stand up a little, but she just couldn't. Was she paralyzed? Had she been hurt so badly? And where was she? Where had they taken her. Liara tried to scream, maybe someone heard her, but all that came out of her was a low croak. She felt her heart start to race and sweat was forming on her forehead. The tightness in her chest made her breathe frantically and she gasped for air.

"Help!"

Something moved in her field of vision, the shadow came closer and she felt someone touch her on the shoulder.

"Help!" she wailed softly, noticing a tear running down her cheek. At least she could still feel it.

A voice pierced the droning in her ears.

"Tita give her something to calm her down. The poison isn't completely out of her system yet!"

Liara shrieked again, something stung her arm, and shortly after her eyes fell shut again.

"Well someone's back!"

Liara blinked, the light directed at her was blinding and she could only hear the voice. As if the person understood, he wheeled up the couch she was strapped to and she looked a man in the face.

"Welcome. I am Duncan, Moff Gideon's son. I'm sure your Mandalorian will have told you quite a bit about my father. It was really hard to get to you. But with a little help from allies, it finally worked out!"

Liara frowned.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice still a little rough.

"Tell me where the crystal is!"

Liara closed her eyes and swallowed.

"I don't know. Your cronies came before the Kiffar could tell me. I can't help you!"

Her counterpart snorted.

"We'll see about that!"

He retrieved a silver spike from a pouch and bent over her head. Then he stabbed, and Liara screwed up her face, and the darkness took possession of her once more.

A static noise made Liara wake up and her head jerked upwards in fright. Irritated, she looked around. She was sitting in a starfighter, her legs and hands tied, strapped to the seat, no way to free herself from it. Even stranger, she was floating in space. How on earth had she gotten here? Again there was static, then she heard Duncan's voice over the communications.

"Well are you enjoying this view? Just wait and see when hyperspace opens up. He won't know it's you! A beautiful target!"

Liara didn't understand what Duncan was trying to do.

"Why would anyone shoot at someone who wasn't attacking them?"

A loud laugh rang out.

"Oh that's not the plan. We can pilot your little ship and maybe you'll manage to get free in time to send him a message. But that's not going to happen!"

Liara shook her head in horror.

"Please stop. I don't know where the crystal is!"

She tugged at her wrist cuff, but the more she pulled on it, the more it constricted into her skin. Duncan laughed again.

"Even if you don't know, it's going to kill him when he finds out he killed you!"

Slowly, Liara realized what Duncan was up to and squirmed in her seat. She could see a glow in the distance, the silver lining had emerged from hyperspace.

"Then let the show begin!"

Liara was suddenly thrust forward into the harness as the ship accelerated. She saw the control lever move on its own and she approached Din. Something started buzzing and in the next instant, salvos flashed in the direction of the silver lining. Liara screamed and could see Din's evasive action.

"Try hailing him!" taunted Duncan, and more gunfire followed. Liara jerked back and forth, noting that the seat was a little loose. Maybe she could get her feet on the button to warn Din? She was about to slide down a bit when her ship abruptly tilted to the side and she was tossed back and forth. Liara groaned, but she didn't give up. She pressed her feet into the console and pushed herself backward.

"I've got them in my sights. Launch another attack, they're toast!"

Din's voice from communications sounded so cold. Liara stamped her foot and stretched. She almost made it. She gritted her teeth and kept trying. The button on the dashboard flashed at her mockingly. Duncan didn't let it get that far and turned the starfighter several times and she started to feel sick. She saw them flying the red laser volleys toward the silver lining. Din dodged skillfully and the moment Liara caught the communication with her heel, Din fired. She saw the laser beam coming at her and screamed in horror.

"Din, it's me! Din!"

The last thing her body felt was the fireball as the fighter was hit and exploded in the same instant.

Loud laughter reached her ears. How could that be, she had just died?

"This invention is always worth its weight in gold!"

Liara opened her eyes and saw the dark ceiling before someone activated the light again and she turned her head to the side, blinded.

"What was that?" she whispered in shock. Duncan appeared in her field of vision.

"That's the mind flayer. I was hoping that maybe you could tell us something about the crystal. But it was so much fun as it was!"

Liara swallowed and closed her eyes again. She felt so dizzy again.

"Oh, and you don't seem to be able to take the ryll that well. But you'll get used to it eventually!"

As he spoke of this, she saw him apply the syringe to the crook of her arm and after the prick, it wasn't long before she passed out again.

The sea rushed, the waves reached the land and the water retreated again. Liara lay on the lounger with her eyes closed, enjoying the gentle wind that brought the salty air to her and inhaled it with pleasure. Her hand was on the edge of the hanging cradle that was attached to the pavilion, moving it slightly. The soft smacking sound that reached her ears made her smile.

She rose a little and looked into the bed, the small eyes looked at her curiously and when he recognized his mother, he squawked with joy. Liara stroked his cheek and ran her fingers into his little hand. The latter reached for it and held on to it.

"Hey my darling!" she whispered and the baby pulled her finger to suck on it. Liara giggled and looked towards the park. Not long now, when Din would be done with his meeting, he would join them and eat together. But first he would take his son in his arms and look at him proudly. The little one became a little restless and started to cry. Liara lifted him out of the cradle and walked over a little to calm him down.

"All is well!" she said, kissing him lovingly on the forehead and looking out to sea. At that moment, a red flash struck nearby and before she realized what was happening, a sharp pain seized her and enveloped her in darkness.

Liara tore her eyes open. Her heart ached and tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't wipe them away, she was still tied up. Those images continued to echo in her mind, as well as the feeling, that love she had felt for that baby. She sobbed, not knowing what was happening to her right now. Had this been a dream? A premonition or just another delusion, brought on by Duncan. A touch on her hand made her flinch and she turned her head in that direction. A Twi'lek woman stood there, holding a glass in her hand.

"You need to drink something!" she said, bringing the drink to her lips. Eagerly, Liara gulped the water.

"Who are you and where am I?" she asked, eyeing the Twi'lek.

"Tita. I'll take care of you!" she answered her first question and smiled at her. She set the empty glass aside.

"You have to tell him everything. Then he'll let you go!"

Liara shook her head.

"I can't tell him anything. I don't know anything!"

Tita glanced toward the door, making sure no one was there.

"Tell him anything. I'm trying to help you!"

Liara frowned.

"And I'm sorry, but it's really for your own good. It will benefit you!"

Liara watched Tita pull a syringe out of her pocket, remove the cap, and jab at the crook of her arm, where bruises had already formed. Liara winced.

"What's that?"

Tita smiled.

"Ryll. When you're more relaxed, you can lie better!"

Liara felt herself getting hot and cold.

"I don't want this!" she cried, but the Twi'lek had already injected it into her.

"Lie! Or you'll be dead!"

"We shouldn't be here!"

"But she can't help him, she's just a toy for him! And now I want to play with her too!"

The lustful grunt made Liara come to her senses and the foul smell invaded her nose. When she cautiously opened her eyes, the Yuuzhan Vong had opened its mouth and its black tongue hung close to her cheek. She turned her head away, but the warrior grabbed her with his claws.

"You're mine now!"

Liara bit her lips and her stomach grumbled. Her hands were wet with fear. Unfortunately, she couldn't fight back, as she was always strapped to the cot. The Yuuzhan let go of her and drew a dagger. She felt him put it to the hem of her pants and how the fabric started to tear. First the left, then the right side. As the fabric slipped from her legs, she felt the cold and her hair stood up.

"Even if the Mandalorian finds you, he'll see my markings! I wonder if he'll still want you then?"

The knife point dug into her skin over her foot and Liara twitched her leg.

"Careful, I don't want you to bleed to death. That would be a shame! Hey, hold her down!" he instructed his crony, and he pressed her feet firmly onto the cot. Liara tugged at her handcuffs and gasped in panic. The point of the dagger slashed her skin, blood ran down her legs, and she trembled with fear. The yuuzhan bent over her torso again, and this time he tore open her shirt. His claws stroked across her skin, up toward her breasts. Then he used the cold blade again and Liara sobbed out.

"Stop, please!"

Suddenly the disgusting mouth pressed down on her mouth, his tongue inside her, and Liara instantly felt sick. Disgusted, she squinted her eyes. She tasted the bitter stomach acid and the next moment it was already gushing out of her mouth.

"Bitch!" he roared, slapping her face. Liara coughed and tried to get rid of her vomit. But he grabbed her by the chin and shook her head. She heard someone pleading, begging, not really understanding that those whining sounds were her own.

Liara gasped for air, but hardly anything entered her lungs. Panicked, she yanked at her handcuffs and groaned in pain. It was then that she realized the tingling sensation she had felt on Corvus and during her first attack on Tatooine. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her power despite everything. Liara tensed her arms and in the next moment actual her bonds snapped and she was able to rise. The man who was still holding her by the feet was flung away. She turned to the side and vomited again, onto the feet of her tormentor. The Yuuzhan didn't flinch long and punched her in the stomach. Whimpering, she fell back again and tried to push away from him. He held his paw over her mouth and her shortness of breath returned. Her senses slowly faded and then she quietly heard someone yell something before she drifted away. What she didn't catch anymore, Tita had heard her screams and had gone for the Yuuzhan. His crony was about to pounce on her as well, when their leader appeared in the room with Duncan. Rithisak did not hesitate for a second and gunned down his warriors. Duncan cursed and dragged the limp Liara out of the room.

Tita looked at her black eye in the mirror, and as she carefully stroked it, her face contorted as it still hurt. The Yuuzhan Vong had given it to her before he was shot by his leaders. Duncan had finally kicked him and his gang out of hiding.

Even if they were a great help to their master, they were unpredictable. Tita winced when she heard a clang. It was coming from the room with the bacta tanks.

Liara felt herself coming back to consciousness. But she didn't want to open her eyes again to be tortured by Duncan or someone else. She wanted to sleep and wait until Din freed her. But how would he know where she was? She didn't even know herself. She missed him so much. She thought of the dream again. The baby and her feelings for it. What if this was really going to happen? A family with Din. She smiled, she would like that.

She moved slightly and took a moment to notice the change. Everything felt wet and something was pressing on her face. Very slowly she opened her eyes, she was afraid of what would await her now and was startled when she became aware of her surroundings. She was in a tank. Liara looked through the field of vision of the mask that was attached to her face and pressed on her skin. As soon as she exhaled, bubbles rose. She moved her free hands and eyed them for a while. On her wrists she could still see the redness where she had been tied. Liara turned her head a bit to look around and when she spotted the other tank with its contents, she widened her eyes in dismay. No, she didn't want to end up like this. She looked up and saw that the tank was not locked. Liara stretched and was able to grasp the edge with her fingers. When she tried to pull herself out, however, there was resistance from below. She found that her feet were chained. She pulled on them, but it didn't help. Liara slumped her head against the glass, discouraged. She was stuck here. Then a thought occurred to her. Maybe Duncan was just fooling her again and this wasn't real. She tugged at the brackets of her mask and yanked it off her face, letting it sink to the floor.

Liara opened her mouth and again bubbles rose until she had used up her air. At first there was a slight tugging in her chest, then she realized how her body craved oxygen. It really hurt when she doubled over and she understood that she was actually fighting for her life. At first she didn't notice the tingling in her neck and hands until it flashed before her eyes and she braced herself against the glass. The cracking sounded so loud in her ears and then the tank shattered. Her body was washed out with the liquid and crashed to the floor. She braced herself with her hands, the shards digging into her skin. Liara took several deep breaths and realized that something was wrong. Her right side hurt so much when she breathed in. Liara blinked, she felt so dizzy somehow. When she felt her belly, she felt the foreign body in it. A large shard had impaled itself into her and was sticking out of her body. Liara groaned and when she looked at her hand, it was full of blood. She closed her eyes. She was so tired. Was she going to die now? She had not been able to tell Din that she loved him. A tear ran down her cheek. Liara felt herself weakening and slowly dozed off. Another tear followed. Far away, she thought she heard a sound, footsteps? Someone was touching her?

"Din!" she breathed....

@pedropastelpascal

#themandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin x female oc #din djarin fanfic #din djarin x oc #scenes of violence #blood and violence #din djarin/original female character(s)#Drugs #iv drugs

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tonksie-writes · 3 years

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Mark And Soul||Caradin (Ch 1)

Summary: Soulmate AU| Cara is not interested in Soulmates. Even if she were her planet is dead and everyone knows your soulmate comes from your home planet. So why is the helmed wonder she’s been working with over and over sporting a mark matching hers.

Prologue

A/N: Hi back! Some people asked for part 2 so here it is. It’s not finished... that said I also have no set plans for this so we’re on a RIIIIIIDE Friends! Still it should be fun!.... I hope

Cara was too flabbergasted to really make a move at first. Besides she had better things to do. She needed to keep the Moff alive and get settled, make sure Princess what’s her face didn’t do anything too reckless against, apparently, her soul mate. So she set to work ignoring the image on Din’s jaw,. The tiny, easily missed, almost tattoo; if it were possible to have a naturally occurring tattoo. The tiny familiar shape circle with two thin diamonds on either side and surrounded by what appeared a pronged tear. They said that once you met your soulmate the make would make sense. The reason behind the symbol would become clear and you would know. You would both learn together what the matching marks symbolized of yourself and the other. The pronged tear had made sense since she got her tear tattoo. Though elongated the symbol around the strange circle with diamonds was a simplified rebel starbird. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the meaning of the rest now. It looked just like the kid.

She couldn’t let herself get caught up in it though, even if she had wanted to. Din needed a drink and consoling and a friend. He needed someone to keep that red headed princess away from him. Cara did not like the way Bo- Whatever had looked at him and she didn’t trust the woman. The Moff needed to be put in his Carbonite and stored safely until the New Republic could handle him.

She wanted to focus on the simple and easy things and by the time she found Din again he was sitting alone in the depths of Boba’s ship and had his helmet firmly in place. She was carrying a large glowing bottle of Spatchka and two cups, one with a straw. They didn’t need to talk about it. They didn't need to reference it. Cara could pretend she didn’t see it at all.

She sat down without a word and poured the drinks handing it to him. She’d expected him to use the straw or even just lift the helmet enough to drink. Instead he stood up and closed the door before taking his helmet back off and sitting down.

Damn him for that. He had to go rubbing their mark in her face. Reminding her of promises she had long ago lost hope of and things that weren’t an option. How could they be? Her eyes shot to her drink refusing to look at him and that damn mark that seemed to make her heart flutter. She felt sick or anxious. Maybe it was just a panic attack that made her feel like running away far and fast from her best friend’s handsome face. The deepest brown eyes and prominent jaw with just the right dusting of stubble and caramel skin which almost seemed to have a healthy glow even if she was positive it hadn’t seen the sun in at least a decade.

“It's ok.” He said misreading her need to look away as respect. He downed his drink and sat down and she instantly poured more.

“I thought it was the way?” She said hoping her voice sounded normal and not the strangled panic she felt.

“I thought so too.” He admitted looking down at the drink. The sound in his voice brought her eyes to look at him. He looked so sad and broken there. Staring at his drink. He looked alone.

“Hey, You did the right thing.” She said gently. Neither of them were the best with words. From the beginning they were fighters and soldiers. They punched other people or each other. They sparred and competed and drank and were brothers in arms. She wouldn’t pretend she hadn’t felt drawn to him. For a man who never showed his face he was somehow just as sexy with the helmet on as he was with it off. But they had something so much more important than some stupid physical attraction. She wouldn’t turn him down if he’d offered but this wasn’t a romance.

This was her equal. Someone who respected her and saw who she was and didn’t question.This was someone she was so in sync with it was almost scary. Someone who, from day one, could almost read her mind while they worked together. Looking back, maybe that quick connection was a result of the soul bond they didn’t know they had. She had thought it came from the fight they’d had proving they were perfectly matched. All their competitions did seem to end in a draw after all. Maybe there was a reason for that. She couldn’t be sure though, and she had no desire to dwell.

“I know.” He said. His voice and face were so raw without the armor she almost wanted to tell him to put the damn thing back on but she wouldn’t. This vulnerability was a gift she shouldn’t ignore but it was also killing her. “He’s with his people. He’ll learn and be safe and turn into a warrior.” Din said like he was trying to convince himself.

“But you miss him and it sucks.” she finished the unspoken words.

“Yeah.” He agreed more of a grunt than anything as he downed another drink. She filled both cups again and sat for a moment in silence as they both thought and sipped. “What’ll you do? Go back to Nevarro?” He asked.

She sighed “Have to.” she shrugged. “I’ll give the Moff to some republic officers and stick to cleaning up my back water planet.” She said flatly.

“They could promote you. Bringing in a Moff is big.” He pointed out but she just scoffed.

“No thanks.” She said with a smirk at him. “What about you? Now that you have that cool laser sword thing.” She pointed out a bit of teasing in her tone.

“Don’t remind me. I still think Bo Katan is planning to stab me in my sleep for it.” He said annoyed. The easy smile that pulled across his face was so strange to see. She’d always imagined he smiled under his helm when they talked. She’d pictured the face under the helmet a few times but more so the expressions than anything. She never would have imagined the stoic warrior she sat next to would be so easy to bring a smile out of no matter how sad.

“She tries it and I fill her full of blaster bolts.” she warned but both laughed a little there. The air felt lighter with it. Her fear melted a little, though that could be the alcohol taking effect. She had firmly decided she was blaming the heat in her cheeks and the tingling in her stomach on the alcohol too.

“I might try to help her re-take Mandalore though. Or keep looking for Mandalorians. Not sure. The kid was my purpose for so long I don’t know what I’ll do.” He admitted.

She took a deep long drink at that and a comfortable, if a little sad, silence descended on the room.

“You could stay with me?” She offered. It was out of her mouth before she was really able to take it back but it did make him shoot his head to look at her.

“On Nevarro?” He asked.

She shrugged “Sure I could use a Deputy.” she teased with a smirk and he laughed again. “Plus you need a new ship. Maybe we could find a pre-Empire one in some scrap heap and get it fixed up.” She pointed out.

He sighed leaning back a little as he took a small sip. She hated the anxiety that flared back as he seemed to think over the offer. It was a stupid plan, a stupid thought. There was no way in hell he would take it. “Maybe. It could be a good change. I’ve had the Razer Crest so long it could be good to upgrade.” He mused.

She snorted a bit and raised her eyebrows imaging him in some shiny new space cruiser with chrome plating. It didn’t fit him. They sat in the silence for a while drinking and just enjoying the other’s company until a small, warm, tingle was starting to overtake both. “Maybe I’ll go look for my soul mate.” He said finally and she nearly spit out her spatchka.

“What?” She asked shocked as hell as to where that came from. Did he know? She had never truly hidden her mark but it was small and she usually had it somewhat covered. He couldn’t know… did he?

“I took the helmet off right? My mark it’s right here.” He said pointing to his jaw and tapping it. “Mandalorians, at least the Children of the Watch, we didn’t talk about soul marks. When you were part of the covert you were a Mandalorian and anything else was set aside. But with the kid…. With everything it got me wondering if maybe I shouldn’t at least look. Maybe it wouldn’t make me less of a Mandalorian” He admitted.

She was stunned listening to that. How did she tell him? How could she? There he was looking for this person and she was right there in front of him and all she had to do was move her hair and he’d have an answer and still she was frozen. She couldn’t do it. He looked over at her and the look in her eyes shook her out of it.

“Yeah. I mean why not right?” she agreed, raising her glass. It was her turn to knock back the drink. “You are a Mandalorian Din. Helmet or no helmet you are exactly what everyone says Mandalorians are in those stories. If they can’t see that, they don’t deserve you. I mean look at everything you did for the Kid and for that village on Sorgon!” and for me. It was true she always helped him, even if she tried to turn it down at first but when she asked he came.

He nodded “Did you know yours?” He asked. She didn’t get where all of these questions were coming from. Maybe he was lonely. Maybe he was thinking about it because of his loss. Whatever it was it made her shift in discomfort. It felt like lying. Not telling him felt like lying to him but the thought of telling him was more terrifying than a space walk.

“I never really thought much about it.” She admitted with a shrug.

“So you didn’t find him on Alderaan?” He asked. They didn’t talk much about Alderaan or her past. They hadn’t since their first meeting. In Sargon they’d swapped a few stories and left it at that. They didn’t get too serious past the admissions of the hard times. This was not their normal way of talking.

“No.” she said simply while her mind screamed ‘tell him!’

He seemed to open his mouth to prepare to talk when a clatter happened above them and shouting started. He instantly put the cup aside and pulled the helmet on and she grabbed her riffle and his and jumped up ready to go. It sounded like danger and this they knew exactly what to do with.

#Cara Dune #Din Djarin #Caradin #caralorian #Cara x Din

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honekitteh · 4 years

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Fic: Countdown - Chapter 9

Fandom: SWTOR Pairing: Theron Shan/f!Jedi Knight Rating: M Genre: Angst, H/C, Romance, Canon-Typical Violence, Humor, Canon-typical levels of poor decision-making Synopsis: A distress call leads the Jedi Battlemaster to Ziost, but time is running out. Follows the storyline of The Rise of the Emperor and inserts missing scenes. Author's Notes: Thank you to @storyknitter for giving this chapter a once over. You have no idea how much that means to me! Warnings: See Chapter 1

Across the din of Carrick Station, the pounding of my heart was the only sound I could focus on as I approached the cantina in the center of the promenade. I took a deep breath and sank into its rhythm, matching my steps to each thump. My eyes flickered between each patron in the cantina, focusing every so often on an individual: There was a blindfolded Miralukan at the bar, sipping on a light blue beverage, tilting his head ever so slightly towards the commotion behind him. A hulking Devaronian was talking loudly to a tiny greenish skinned Twi'lek, who shrank at each word as though struck by a heavy blow. Another man, a brown-haired thin human in a brown nondescript vest, slid up next to the Miralukan, also taking note of the loud display.

It was far livelier than I had expected, but my knowledge of bar etiquette could leave a lot to be desired. Though I’m sure Doc would kindly tell me that the station’s cantina is tame compared to other planets. But that is a pondering for another time.

Sure enough, my target was precisely where I’d expected him. It felt like a lifetime ago when we just met briefly to discuss the business dealings of a... mutual friend who had been acting suspicious. I fidgeted with my button-up shirt, trying to pull it down as it did not completely cover my stomach. I was not normally self-conscious about it, given my typical attire, but this was different: the station had a chill to the air that I hadn’t accounted for. After straightening the shirt and brown vest, I took a quick glance at myself in the reflection of a pillar nearby. The vest and shirt combo, along with the dual-wielding belt, made me more like a gunslinger than a Jedi. Kira had been quite insistent that I should not look like a Jedi if I’m going on a date. Was this a date? I suppose it was. After all, I didn’t even have my weapons on me. I figured should an incident occur, I’ll just rely on my wits and the Force to come up with a solution.

It was a pity I always had to think in such a way. I’m sure all contingencies had been taken into account. I took a step in the aforementioned direction, keeping my senses open and my guard up. As I slid into the seat across from Theron Shan, I raised an eyebrow and glanced over the slightly unbuttoned henley underneath his trademark red jacket. “So…” I began, “About that rain check.”

His eyes didn’t leave my own as I settled into my seat, his brow furrowing only slightly before his gaze softened. His left arm was relaxed propped up along the top of the booth he was slouched into. “I’ve got a bit of time,” he began after a moment, crossing his legs, “Borrowed time, so not a whole lot, but should be enough to share a drink.”

I returned his studying gaze, glancing to the shirt he was wearing and the hint of flesh beneath the buttons, then back up to his eyes. “Is that a new shirt?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Yeah. You like it?”

“Is nice,” I said softly, my voice trailing off the rest of my thoughts as I inadvertently got lost in a lingering glance again towards the shirt’s opening.

He gave me a small wink and motioned towards the tiny Twi'lek over at the bar. She quickly made her way towards us, away from the now-shouting Devaronian with a grateful expression.

“Ever tried Mandalorian kri’gee?” Theron asked.

I tilted my head, curious. “No? A drink?”

He smirked. “Are you even a drinker?”

“I… partake… on occasion.”

He looked up at the Twi'lek, who was shaking her head towards me with her eyes wide. He tapped his finger on his mouth. “This might not be the drink for a beginner.”

I looked between the two, frowning. “I am not some delicate flower that needs protecting!”

His grin grew larger at my protest, then gave the Twi'lek waitress a wink holding up two fingers. She nodded subserviently, though giving me a glance of what could only be described as concern. Her trip to the bar was uneventful as she obtained the drinks, the earlier rowdy Devaronian nowhere to be seen. Neither the Miralukan nor the human were still at the bar either.

Theron remained alert as we waited, eyes scanning the crowd. The silence between us only served to amplify the heartbeat pounding in my ears and the server seemed to have run all the way to Mandalore to retrieve our order.

Soon enough, however, she returned and set the bottle in front of us with two glasses. She murmured the customary acknowledgment of our thanks in Huttese and asked us if there was anything else we needed to let her know. I nodded to her and asked simply for a menu while Theron skillfully poured the Mandalorian kri’gee into two glasses and slid the small tumbler over to me.

He raised his glass and tilted his head. “Anything to toast?” he asked.

I considered for a moment and raised my glass. “To a rain check.”

He smiled at me for that and nodded. “A rain check.” Then we both downed the glasses in one gulp.

I coughed and sputtered a few times as a fire raged through my senses. I could feel Theron’s amusement at my suffering before I heard his laugh.

“Want another?” he asked within the midst of his laughter.

I slid along the rounded bench closer to him and punched him in the shoulder before he could react. The leather of his jacket creaked at the amount of pressure and a small crease was left behind.

He straightened his coat a bit. “Hitting on me already?” he laughed.

I hit him again, finding myself giggling just a bit. “I’m tempted to say ‘Challenge Accepted’ but I sense that might be an unwise decision on an empty stomach.”

He was watching me with a smirk. Whether he was amused by my comment or watching me to see how the alcohol was going to affect me, I could not tell. After a moment of great consideration, he stated, “True. Very unwise. Very unbecoming for a lady of your station.”

“You’re the one that suggested… this… this...” I waved at the bottle, “Thing. Are you trying to get me drunk, Theron Shan?”

“Me?” he asked, putting a hand on his chest in what could only be described as mock hurt, “I would never. It is not my fault you decided to take my drink challenge on an empty stomach.”

The waitress slid a menu in front of me and I looked down at it for a brief second before Theron slid it away from me and pointed towards an item on the menu. I frowned a bit and took the menu back as the waitress left and looked down at it.

“Dumplings. You have a fondness for them if I remember correctly,” he explained.

I tilted my head at him. “Street food festival on Coruscant. Before you sent me in to almost drown on Manaan. I remember.”

“Hey, you made it out…” he pouted slightly, sliding his hand over mine which was resting on top of the menu.

“Can’t say it was an altogether terrible experience.”

“Are your ears red from the drink?” He was smirking at me.

While indeed, the kri’gee had completely gone straight to my head, it wasn’t like I was going to let him in on that. Not willingly at least. “What?”

“You’re blushing from something and it’s gone to your ears.” He moved his hand from where it had been on top of mine and brushed his fingers lightly along the outer edge of my right ear.

I shivered at the touch of his finger and bit my lip. I looked over at him and studied him closely. Sure enough, his cheeks and ears had a slightly reddish tint to them as well. “Excuse me? Look who’s talking.” I punched him in his shoulder. “Your face isn’t any better.”

He shrugged leaning back and resting both of his arms along the top of the booth seat. “It’s obviously a side effect of the kri’gee. I’m not the one who’d never had it before.”

“I should throw something at you.”

“Violence also seems to be a side effect of the kri’gee in some people,” he said, rubbing his chin for a moment in thought.

How had I not noticed that he’d grown out his typical 5 o’clock shadow into a quarter of an inch beard before? I blame the henley. The way the light fabric and unbuttoned shirt laid on him was extremely distracting.

His musing continued, “Maybe that’s why Mandalorians like it as part of their celebrations. Definitely something to investigate.”

I pursed my lips at him, debating a retort. Given that the one that popped in my mind was a stab at him being on administrative leave, I opted against it and decided to attempt a menacing glare.

“Are you okay?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Glaring at you menacingly. Is it working?”

He tried to smother a grin, the corners of his lips twitching upward despite his effort, and said softly, “So cute.”

I pouted. “Cute isn’t intimidating.”

He shook his head. “No. No indeed it is not.”

The Twi'lek waitress returned and set down a very large plate of dumplings. I felt a small rumble in my stomach as I realized exactly how hungry I was.

“Jyana,” Theron stated softly, “Are you already drunk?”

“No…” Then I hiccupped. I felt my ears heating up again as I sighed. “... Maybe.”

“After one drink huh…” he stated. He took one of the dumplings from the platter and offered it to me. “Have some food,” he smiled and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I won’t tell anyone.”

I gave him a dubious glance and reached to take the dumpling from him with his hand. He pulled it back and shook his head. I furrowed my brow in frustration and confusion, then looked up at him, still holding it out for me. Oh. I then leaned in cautiously and allowed him to feed me the first dumpling.

He winked at me and grabbed one for himself.

“Which dumplings did you get?” I asked as I picked up a different one. “Or did you order a variety?”

“I told her to surprise us.”

I furrowed my brow. “I did not notice you actually saying anything other than pointing at the menu?”

“There are many different languages, you know,” he said raising an eyebrow, “Some of which are not verbal.”

“Huh, so like thieves cant or something like that? I think that’s what it was called.”

He nodded a bit. “Something like that. Not something they teach at the temple?”

“Oh, they offer it should some desire to learn,” I said, “My skills laid elsewhere.”

“You do excel at what you do,” he smiled and took his second dumpling.

I smiled a bit and scratched the back of my neck, before frowning a bit. I felt a nudge lightly and then looked back over to him.

“None of that,” he whispered. “And you’re red again. That is definitely a fascinating development.”

I sighed heavily and gave him a half-hearted punch to his shoulder. “You stop that.”

He rubbed his shoulder lightly with a pout. “Want another drink?”

I stared, dubious, at the bottle of kri’gee. Before I answered though, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise lightly. “Theron?”

“Hm?”

“Are we being watched?”

“Human? Brown hair? Brown vest? Fairly unremarkable otherwise?”

I pursed my lips at the description. “Yes.”

“Dammit.” Theron slid slightly away from me in the seat.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

He fidgeted and bit his lip. Something told me that he hadn’t accounted for this particular contingency. He took a deep breath and stated quickly, “Act casual.”

I simply replied, “I don’t understand,” because I didn’t.

Before he could respond, the man in question had slid onto the edge of the bench next to Theron. “Shan,” he drawled out, “When were you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Balkar,” he growled.

I raised an eyebrow between the both of them and reached for my empty glass and looked down at it, frowning.

“Jonas Balkar, SIS,” the newcomer continued, “An old friend of Agent Shan’s here.”

“An old annoyance is more like it.”

Jonas waved Theron’s comment off. He then studied the bottle in front of us. “Mandalorian kri’gee? Wow, Theron, that’s your idea for the first drink of the night?”

“And you have a better idea?”

Giving Theron a pointed look that clearly impled, “Of course I do, you idiot,” he shrugged and flagged the waitress down. “Allow me,” he said, exchanging a few hand gestures upon her arrival. She nodded and went back to the bartender. He looked back at us. “So: no introductions?”

Before I even opened my mouth to respond, Theron quickly stated, “What do you want, Balkar?”

“I was just in the area. Saw you here. Thought I’d say hello. Pity you won’t introduce me to the lady.” He reached his hand towards me.

Theron put his hand on top of Jonas’ before the latter could take my hand with his. This time, I interrupted Theron’s objections and scooted closer to both of them. “Jyana is fine. Old friends, huh?”

Jonas’s smile broadened and he nodded. “We go way back.”

Theron slumped into his seat and looked back across the cantina. His eyes flickered between each currently visible patron. I followed his gaze and noticed that Kira had taken up residence at the bar next to a Mirialan lady in casual attire.

“I could tell you so many stories.”

“Oh?” I leaned in, definitely intrigued. The waitress returned and put a large light green beverage in front of me. The rim of the glass was lined with brightly-colored rainbow salt and there was a holographic umbrella in it. I studied the drink before slowing reaching for it.

Theron halted my attempt. “Give me a moment,” he muttered.

“What, you don’t trust me?” Jonas laughed.

I looked between the two, curiously. Theron sighed and let me take it. I slowly sipped the drink, finding it surprisingly fruity.

“With everything I do for you, Shan, a little trust sometime would be nice.”

“Like the last time you got me captured and my implants almost stolen?”

“That was just that one time. And I’d given you plenty of reports so you would have been aware had you just read them.”

“Right,” he sighed and looked over at me. The waitress set down a pair of tumblers filled with an amber liquid on ice in front of the two agents.

“I feel like there’s a story here,” I stated after taking another sip of the fruity monstrosity.

“Oh there definitely is, but sadly a great deal of that is classified,” Jonas said.

I raised an eyebrow, but opted to leave out the part that there was a great possibility that my clearance level in some respects exceeded his own. But I was not entirely sure how much the term Battlemaster weighed within the SIS, nor was I inclined to find out. Theron seemed to want to keep who I was secret, and if I was completely honest, I wanted to be discreet as well.

“I could tell you a great story that involves a goat,” he continued.

Theron quickly cut him off, “And we’re done here.”

“A goat?” I asked.

“Excuse me?” a familiar voice cut through the conversation. I looked up to find Kira and the Mirialan woman from the bar standing in front of the table. Theron tilted his head at the intrusion and then a smirk crossed his lips.

“Hello ladies,” Jonas replied, “Having a fine evening?”

“Well, you see, this lovely lady beside me here has been waiting for some,” Kira paused a bit and looked at her companion, “Jonas Balkar was it?”

“Yes, Jonas,” the green-skinned lady nodded.

“Yes. She’s been waiting for quite some time. Perhaps you all could help us find him?”

“He’s right here,” Theron spoke up, nudging the Agent beside him.

“Oh? Well how lucky are we then,” Kira grinned. “Pity though. I told her that if he didn’t show up, I’d happily spend some time with her.”

The Mirialan grinned, “Kira does seem to be far more entertaining company.”

“I would definitely not neglect you by bothering other patrons of the cantina.”

“Now ladies,” Jonas interrupted and got up out of the booth, taking his glass with him, “I’m sure I can come to some more fascinating arrangement.” He started to lead them both away from Theron and me.

Kira peeked back over her shoulder and winked.

“Huh, he was supposed to be meeting someone himself,” Theron mused to himself.

I raised an eyebrow over at him. “Are you filing this away for later?”

“Absolutely.”

I shook my head with a laugh. “I suppose I’m not supposed to ask you about the goat?”

Theron’s expression of mirth melted into one of dread. “Please don’t.”

“Aw,” I pouted slightly, “It sounds funny.”

He grumbled and took a long sip of his own beverage.

“Fine. I won’t.” I elbowed him in his arm. “Lighten up. The night is still yet young.”

He nudged me back and then smirked. “More dumplings then?”

“Yes.” I nodded, taking one of the still warm dumplings from the platter and offering it to him. “Very much yes.”

#thewipproject2020 #swtor fanfiction #theron shan x jedi knight #theron shan #female jedi knight/hero of tython #oc: jyana kai #otp: come what may #fic: countdown #ziost #swtor: rise of the emperor #swtor #fanfic #oh look #in time for #theron thursday

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laylainalaska · 4 years

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The Mandalorian

I also posted this on Dreamwidth; crossposting here.

I'm finding that this is one of those shows that I like more and more as it settles more deeply into my head. It may not have ended up being something I want to write a lot of fanfic about, but I truly enjoyed this show and I enjoy having it as part of my mental landscape. Fic rec: Pressure Valve by seascribe. 4300 words, mature-rated, Mando/Cara fuckbuddies/friendship fic with sex and feels. This fic is a delicious combination of blowing-off-steam sex and gradual emotional intimacy and conflicting social norms; it is nothing like a typical romance arc and is very them. A not-at-all comprehensive and fairly spoilery list of things I liked about this show under the readmore:

CARA CARA CARAAAAA. ♥ See also my Cara Dune love letter here.

The grimy, make-do, decades-post-revolution atmosphere of the show. I love that the post-revolution Republic is kind of a mess. I love that Werner Herzog's speech about wanting to resurrect the Empire because at least they made the trains run on time to bring back order is actually valid -- and also wrong, and I think the show makes it clear that he's wrong, but I also felt like it was an accurate portrayal of why someone might continue to think that way, rather than just having the neo-Imperial faction as cartoon baddies; of course it sounds good if you never experienced the bad side of it, and now you're living in this violent shithole world where the over-stretched new Republic can't really get much done.

And I also loved that we got a sympathetic character who fought on the Imperial side, and found out his reasons for doing that, and got to see his interactions with someone (Cara) who fought and bled on the Rebel side. And then there are most of the other main cast, who just don't really have a stake in it one way or the other.

In general, I really loved how lived-in this world felt. I loved the dirty armor on the Stormtroopers, the fact that we saw villages and farms and mended, make-do tech. I was talking elsewhere about how this felt like the first movie in the franchise, in the best way - the fact that it's not as slick and shiny as we've come to expect from Star Wars. It's a little bit rambling, a little bit messy. We saw kids and families and livestock as well as mercs and bounty hunters, and neat little bits of repurposed tech like the fishing robot in the fish-drug village. This version of the Star Wars universe wasn't as polished as the movie 'verse, but I loved it for that, because it felt like a place where people live.

I love that none of these people are supermodel pretty and most of them are over 40. They look like the washed-up remnants of a revolution who are still kicking around in the messy post-revolution world. And when we finally find out what Mando looks like under the helmet, he's not a squinty-eyed Clint Eastwood but just an ordinary guy. They're all just ordinary people, and not even ordinary people caught up in extraordinary events, but just people doing their best in a bunch of bad situations. They're the extras in some other, more Hollywood-esque movie, given their own story.

I love that this is a 'verse where people bleed and die, and the heroes do things like stab people in the face, because that's the kind of universe they live in and the kind of people they are. (I do have Feelings and Thoughts about the relative weight given to various deaths - the disposability of the Stormtroopers, for example. But that's a side tangent. In general, I like that this is an Everyone Can Die universe; the victories are sweeter for it.)

BABY YODA. I really appreciate that, even though he's not really like a normal baby in that he almost never cries or needs to be changed or fed, the question of Where Is The Baby and Who Is Taking Care of the Baby was central to the show, and was usually attended to. I also really appreciated the background element of people who were very much not baby people being competent and not sitcom-inadequate at taking care of a baby if it was thrust into their arms and left there.

I appreciate this show making me feel so many things about a guy who is 99.9% represented by a goddamn helmet. I also like the slow burn on Mando as a character (I was talking to sheron about this, actually) - episode 4 is the one that tipped me over into love for both the show and the hero, and part of that is because, for me at least, that's the point when you really catch onto how lonely and isolated he is, and how he's slowly, very slowly, rebuilding connections to other people after the absolute hell he's been through. The PTSD flashbacks were nicely done too, I think.

Side note of A+ for ethnically accurate casting with his parents and young!Mando.

I also really enjoyed the general theme of antagonists or at least ambiguous allies becoming actual allies. Carl Weathers' character got a very nice arc. (I also have fond memories of that actor from a different show back in the 90s.)

I am there for season two and I hope it doesn't break my heart. ♥

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #cara dune #din djarin

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(Serious question anon again!) if you could and wouldn't be opposed to it, how would you go about a Kyle Ron redemption arc/death? Should the path to redemption have started back in TFA with Han or during the climax of TLJ with the thing with Rey asking him to turn away?

I generally wouldn’t want a Kyle Ron redemption arc because it would just be a weak anime prettyboy retread of Darth Vader. Like, I know there’s an “It’s like poetry, it rhymes” aspect of Star Wars and I know TFA was very similar to “A New Hope,” but I think any new film trilogy has a responsibility to bring something new to the table--which I know is difficult considering Star Wars itself works very archetypally, but just look at the Mandalorian! Every episode is basically a sci-fi remix of a famous Western plot, but it’s incredibly compelling and fresh-feeling. Plus, TFA came with the promise of a new and very compelling trio with Finn and Rey and Poe, so I mostly felt that the retreading of A New Hope’s grounds in that movie was just to establish it as “yes, this is still Star Wars.” I really did think the death of Han was establishing, “Oh you THOUGHT Kylo was a sad fucked up and cruel-but-vulnerable prettyboy, but guess what! He’s a patricidal fascist asshole!!” Like the Death of Han was meant to be the distinguishing point between the three trilogies.

As far as a potential redemption arc goes, I wouldn’t have him fucking murder Han in TFA. Like, for Luke that was the point of no return and his father was also a space fascist--not Cool General Outlaw Dad like Han. Redemption was literally being held up to Kylo on a silver platter with Han and he stabbed him. I feel like Han still has to die in TFA, because he’s the Mentor Figure in that movie and the Mentor Figure always dies at the beginning of a new trilogy, but like... Maul killed Qui-Gon in The Phantom Menace... so why not Hux or Phasma or fucking Snoke kill Han to actually establish the First Order as a threat? Hell, you could have brought in the Knights of Ren back in the first movie and elevated one of them to occupy Kylo’s role once Kylo defected. You know... actually establish villains other than Kylo??? THEN MAYBE YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO DRAG PALPATINE OUT OF THE GRAVE IN THE THIRD MOVIE!?

If Kylo went with Rey in TLJ and didn’t opt to become Supreme Leader... maybe you could have a funny, awkward “hey, Zuko here” thing going in the third movie? But again, he killed Han. And Leia felt that shit. And also that interrogation scene was creepy and rapey as fuck. So like.... I don’t know how JJ Abrams thought any Star Wars fan would think Kylo’s ass was redeemable or romanceable at any point unless they’re like... a True Crime Community freak photoshopping flower crowns on serial killers. So yeah. If you wanted Kylo to be a redeemable character, don’t have him fucking kill Han. Kylo killing Han is different from Vader killing Obi-Wan. Like, when Vader killed Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan wasn’t established by three fucking movies yet, because Star Wars started with episode 4. So like, it was just your typical, “Aw the Mentor Figure Dies” trope. And look, I am absolutely in the “Ewan MacGregor was a fucking fantastic Obi-Wan” camp so like, I do have an emotional attachment to Obi-Wan, but also Han Solo has been an established and beloved Star Wars character for fucking 40 years, and there’s a difference between Obi-Wan buying time for Luke and company and Han legitimately trying to bring Kylo back to the light for Leia’s sake. It was for Leia’s sake that Luke went apeshit in his confrontation with Vader in ROTJ.

So like... yeah, if you had literally anyone else in the first order kill Han (I recommend a Knight of Ren so they aren’t such dumb additions in the third movie) you might be able to give Kylo a redemption arc.

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Fanfiction Masterpost - March 2020

Multiple Eras:

Viri Versus the Desert https://archiveofourown.org/works/20639465 Viri accepts a Mandalorian challenge to take poison and find an antidote before it kills her. When the antidote makes her see pink Jawas and talk to rocks, it's up to Vette to get her back to camp somehow. A short friendship fic based on the "Test of the Clan" Imperial quest on Tatooine. Spared https://archiveofourown.org/works/14377245 A retelling of the Sith Warrior story from Belsavis, featuring Viri’s temporary alliance with Jedi Somminick Timmns. Kiss: Platonic https://archiveofourown.org/works/13318875 Gen; 703 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings A short gen snippet for OC Kiss Week 2018. Viri tries to comfort Vette after the death of her mother. The Two https://archiveofourown.org/works/18451043 Gen; ongoing; rated T; no archive warnings The Emperor’s Wrath. Darth Nox. Two bright young women, faced with a Dark Council that resents them. Nobody expected them to get along, and when they formed an alliance, the Council was surprised. And then afraid. This story presents tales of the Wrath, Viridana Dragoi, and her friend Darth Nox, Suvia Kallig, in the era between the class stories and KOTFE. A Vested Interest https://archiveofourown.org/works/19146499/chapters/45505603 Completely platonic sibling friendship fic, starring the once and future Darth Imperius, Jia. SOR: An Open Affinity https://archiveofourown.org/works/12143142 F/F; 107,818 words; 31 chapters; rated T; no archive warnings My favorite story. When Viri met Lana, or how two bisexual, demisexual Sith Lords discovered they had an open affinity for each other. Follows the events of Forged Alliances, Shadow of Revan and Ziost; ends at KOTFE Chapter 3. An Open Affinity: Trust https://archiveofourown.org/works/13188105 F/F; 3111 words; 1 chapter; rated M; no archive warnings A “lost chapter” from An Open Affinity, separated from the main story due to the difference in content rating. This story covers Lana and Viri’s first night together.

KOTFE:

Five Times https://archiveofourown.org/works/12670263 F/F; 13,156 words; rated T; no archive warnings (some talk of lightsaber injury at the end)

Viri’s recovery and rehabilitation from carbonite poisoning, set against chapters 3-8 of KOTFE, and the revival of her romance with Lana. Two Days https://archiveofourown.org/works/11954151 F/F; 3429 words; 1 chapter; rated T; no archive warnings (talk of injury) Directly follows “Five Times.” Lana holds vigil for Viri when she’s unconscious after being stabbed by Arcann on Asylum. During those two days in the med bay, there’s plenty of time for reflection. Night Watch https://archiveofourown.org/works/11375802 F/F; 1486 words; 1 chapter; no archive warnings (character having PTSD flashbacks and nightmares) Set during “Five Times.” After five years of being tormented by Valkorion while she was in carbonite, Viri has substantial trauma and PTSD. Lana comforts her during her nightmares. Give https://archiveofourown.org/works/12367026 F/F; 2157 words; 1 chapter; rated M; no archive warnings Routine sparring practice gives way to enthusiastic reunion sex for Lana and Viri. Kiss: Goodnight https://archiveofourown.org/works/13352463 F/F; 787 words; 1 chapter; rated G; no archive warnings Viri has trouble sleeping; when she’s away on missions, Lana holo-calls in to help her. A short drabble for OC Kiss Week. “ Sabacc https://archiveofourown.org/works/18629065 F/F; 2245 words; 1 chapter; rated E; no archive warnings Lana is still angry about losing that game of sabacc to Gault. Viri offers her a rematch with much more pleasurable stakes. What Was, What Was Not https://archiveofourown.org/works/20103949 After escaping from the "Visions in the Dark" in the Odessen wilderness, Commander Viri and her partner, Lana Beniko, struggle to ascertain what about the vision was real. Assumes headcanon where the Outlander's "training" with Darth Marr and Satele Shan was nothing more than a Valkorion-engineered hallucination. Far Side of Odessen https://archiveofourown.org/works/13681692 F/F; 2622 words; 2 chapters (still in progress); rated E; no archive warnings Lana and Viri celebrate the first anniversary of Viri’s rescue with a getaway to the unoccupied side of Odessen and some new experiences. KOTET:

Viri has finally figured out what Valkorion’s end game is. Lana’s there to promise that he won’t win. A drabble for OC Kiss Week 2018. Set during chapter 7 of KOTET.

#Lana and Viri #Viridana Dragoi #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Sith Warrior #Updated for 2020

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