#Tanos leg

[oodlesodoodles]

MY BULLSHIIIIIT

[liatorii]

Dragon Maul hasn’t left my brain…

[meandmyechoes]

rip pointy knees

[maemil]

Wanted to actually finish this drawing in time to actually post it during mermay, and here they are!

[ID: A digital drawing of Ahsoka Tano and Barriss Offee as mermaids holding hands. Ahsoka is wearing a tube top, and her tail is striped like her lekku, and she has fins in the same shape and color as the markings on her cheeks. Her lekku are floating in the water. Barriss' tail has lines all down it like her shirt and her fins are black diamonds, like her tattoos. She wears a swimming hijab patterned like her normal hood. A beam of light shines down through the water from the top right.]

[chocmarss]

Still reeling at how R7’s there. I know it could be a different R7 altogether, but then, it would be SO funny if it’s Ahsoka’s R7. Baby what are you doing there. Did Rex and Ahsoka give you away.

[yourmomlikesstarwars]

very random and niche thought; but I think Ahsoka would just have the worst man spread. like this girl has been raised by men and soldiers her whole young adult life there’s no way she didn’t sit full spread taking up the most space as possible 

[princeseerow]

i still cant believe that for a long time a popular homestuck au was "lets take the intelligent, advanced, and incredibly humanlike alien species and turn them into cutesy animalistic uwu pets for humans to own"

[queenariesofnarnia]

late night confessions

tech x f!reader

gif not mine! creds to the owner

wc: 1,800

warnings: 18+ content! MDNI!, piv unprotected sex! (wrap your willy and don't be silly), consensual recording of sex, truth or dare, slightly dom! tech, porn with minimal plot in my opinion :) ENJOYYYYY

Shore leave on Coruscant was rare, however it never stopped the batch from having a bit of drunken fun. Tonight, they even got you to tag along, and their plan to see you drunk for the first time was successful to say the least. They had a decent time at 79’s but brought the fun back to the ship. Wrecker suggested a game of truth or dare, as childish as this would have seemed among the batch when sober, how could they say no right now? You always encourage them to have some fun on leave, and that’s what lead to your dare.

“I dare you to share what I overheard you sharing with Commander Tano the other night.” Crosshair and Hunter smirked. You had a feeling someone heard you, all that mattered to you was that it wasn’t the person it involved.

“I tell her a lot of things gents be more specific” you tried playing it off by crossing your arms over your chest leaning back into your chair.

“You know exactly what we mean” Cross said pointing his toothpick towards his goggle wearing brother. It was now or never, the worse that can happen is that he doesn’t want that, and you can hopefully move on or just throw yourself out the ship while in hyperspace.

“Tech my darling” you called, his attention turning towards you with a slightly confused look on his face. “How would you feel about recording me like you record everything else?” your tone sultrier than the boys have ever heard it. Feeling his face heat up as you lean towards him giving him a better view of your cleavage that’s been on display all night. While his brothers got a good view of your rear, hoping their brother gave the right response.

“In front of my brothers cyar’ika?” he asked hopefully hiding the tremor in his voice due to your closeness. The sweet nickname in Mando’a sending tingles straight to your core.

“Wherever you want me Tech” you whispered in his ear kissing his jawline before settling  back in your chair, a smile gracing your lips. Taking a moment to compose himself, Tech stood up taking your hand marching off the ship.

“I was hoping for a show!” Crosshair called after you two followed by laughter.

“Where are we going Tech?” you asked as he began to weave through the busy street to a small hotel. The twi’lek at the front desk offering you a smile and a room. You spaced out as Tech began to talk to him.

“Let’s go cyar’ika” Tech said guiding you to the lift, you wished the twi’lek a goodnight and his response was “have a good one for the both of us hon!”  Once in the lift Tech’s hands were at your waist pulling you close to him before his lips crashed into yours. The doors opened to your floor; he led you to a room at the end of the hall. Soon as the lock clicked his hands were back on your waist, your arms around his neck. Pulling each other close until there was no room left between your bodies. Whatever you awakened in Tech tonight you did not regret. He pulled away from the kiss causing you to whine.

“No need to whine cyar’ika. I’m going to make sure you get precisely what you requested from me. Go sit on the bed” he commands directing you towards the bed in the center of the room. You crawl onto the bed sitting in the middle of the bed, sitting with your back against the headboard.

“For a moment I thought you were pulling my leg when you asked me. However, the way your pupils dilated once you were in close proximity to me. I also notice each time your thighs clench when you’re given an order by any of us. Though you are in a position to give orders you much rather them be given to you. Am I correct?” he asked as he got closer to the edge of the bed you nod in response. “Use your words cyar’ika or you won’t be receiving the night of pleasure I promised you.” The tone in his voice is one you’ve never heard him use, your arousal increasing by the second.

“Yes, you’re correct” your confident voice left behind on the ship. A chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of you, thighs clenched and pleading eyes for him to touch you. The way your confidence left you once you had his full attention made his cock twitch. Stripping out the top of his blacks discarding it on the floor. Bottom lip between your teeth as you admire how well built he is. He removes his shoes and his bottoms before sitting on the edge of the bed. He motions you towards him with the skillful fingers that you were hoping he was going to use on you tonight. Before you could fully reach the edge of the bed, he grabbed you pulling you into his lap. Your hands finding themselves on his shoulders. For a moment you sat and took in each other’s features. You knew he was handsome; the definition of his facial features made him even more stunning to you. His hand slid up your arm before cupping the back of your neck pulling you down for a searing kiss. The hand he placed on your waist pulled you closer to him.

“Strip for me cyar’ika” giving the command just above a whisper as he pulled away from your lips. Your fingers reach for the hem of your dress pulling it over your head tossing it somewhere in the small room. Stealing a quick kiss before sliding off his lap to pull your panties off.

Before they touched the floor he pulled you back into bed, quickly maneuvers himself above you. You can’t fight the urge to smile at him, even during this intimate moment your smile was still smitten. He gave a little smile back dipping down to kiss your lips, before moving down to your neck. He nipped and sucked your sweet spots leaving marks that you’ll have to cover once you’re back in the field. His hands cupped your breasts in rolling your nipples between his fingers deepening the kiss, tongue slipping in your mouth exploring it. His hands began to explore your body, his callouses against your smooth skin sent tingles through your body. Once he got to your thighs he groaned into the kiss. You’ve seen him stare at your thighs on numerous occasions, but you didn’t expect him to enjoy the feel of them this much. He begins to massage your thighs purposely going close to touching your soaked cunt before moving his hands away. Placing kisses and bites down your body, taking his time to elicit each sound from you. Sounds that he will listen to later in a case you aren’t in his reach. Finally reaching your clit, flicking it with his tongue causing a whimper to slip past your lips.

“Judging by that noise, you’re a little sensitive. Aren’t you cyar’ika?” he questions teasingly, before licking up your juices before sucking your clit in between his lips sucking on it gently while increasing his speed. Without breaking eye contact, two of his fingers enter your cunt going to work on your g-spot. The way his skilled fingers brushed against the spongy spot causes your legs to shake around his head instinctively trying to clamp shut. “Don’t” he growls pulling away from your clit for a split second before getting back to work. Your fingers find his light brown curls making a mess out of them as you reached your orgasm. You were barely forming words, coming out as broken babbles and breathy moans. Your orgasm came quickly, yelling out a stream of curses mixed with his name. Pulling out his fingers slowly he brings them to your lips for you to taste yourself and you do so without hesitation. He groans at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth, pulling you into a dominating kiss once he removes them. “I want a taste for myself, but that will have to wait. I fear that I am far too impatient to wait to be inside you” he kneels between your legs easily wrapping them around his trim waist. He lines himself up with your entrance, before slowly entering you. Eyes fluttering shut at the feel of your velvety walls hugging his shaft. Head tossed back in pure bliss you barely believe that this is happening.

“Kriff Tech” you moan attempting to pull him closer with your legs. He pulls out of you slightly before thrusting back in, adjusting himself if need be. Finding a comfortable position his picks up the pace of his thrusting. Pinning your hands above your head with one hand as the other toys with your clit.

“You’re doing so well cyar’ika. Look at how pretty you look taking me” his praise makes you whine his name in a begging tone. “Imagine how pretty you’ll look once your full of my cum” His voice deeper than you’ve heard before. Your back arches, the thrusts hitting you in a more pleasurable way. The sound of skin slapping together echoed through the room, mixed with the moaning, whimpering, and groaning coming from the both of you.

“Tech I don’t think I’m going to last much longer” your sentence broken between moans.

“I’m not either cyar’ika” he grits out as the pace of his thrusts slow down. His cock twitching in you, “Where do you want me?” he asks finally letting go of your hands giving you the chance to wrap your arms around your neck.

“Inside please” you beg, nails digging into his upper back. One more thrust and he orgasm hits him, releasing in you but his thrusts don’t stop. He continues to lazily thrust in you rubbing your clit when you hit your second orgasm of the night. Screaming Tech’s name, not caring who heard the name of the beautiful man that brought you pleasure. You pull him down for a kiss as his cock begins to soften in you. “We’re doing this again sometime” a tired laugh escapes you.

“I agree. As well as I was correct about how pretty you look with my cum dripping out of you” he says pulling away, making sure this moment was in the recording, before ending it. He gets up going to the fresher, you hear running water, and a smile makes its way to your face. He walks back out picking you up with ease, carrying you to the shower. Let’s just say the neighboring rooms probably didn’t get much sleep tonight. This was the best confession ever made.

[esmedelacroix]

24 days til' Christmas

going dancing with boyfriend!choi san on christmas eve⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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One of the downsides of dating a K-pop idol was that there was no privacy whatsoever. Which would result in yet another Christmas Eve at home, probably watching movies. Any moment spent with San was happy, but it was Christmas for Christ's sake!

What must a girl do to go on a simple date with her famous boyfriend? you thought to yourself.

You were making some shrimp jjigae (Korean stew) for San. San was arriving at the Incheon Airport that evening after the last leg of his tour. You were excited he would be home right in time for the holidays. It was still upsetting that the two of you couldn't go on a date on Christmas Eve like you usually did.

He had gained a ton of popularity after his comeback, the two of you were spotted at an Italian restaurant and it was all over the internet after 30 minutes. In just 10 minutes the whole internet knew what the two of you were eating, drinking, and wearing.

San's company didn't have rules against dating, but the two of you decided not to be obnoxiously public about your relationship. He talked about you in interviews and attended red carpets with you occasionally but that was all the two of you were comfortable with.

On your way to the airport, San's song came on the radio. You had your sister take a video of the two of you singing along to his song so she could send it to him.

San and the guys would be arriving at a private gate. Hopefully this time the fans didn't find out somehow. You waited there anxiously for him, looking around for any fangirls in the area every two seconds. Finally, you say your handsome boyfriend steps out immediately looking around for you. You were already running towards him and the second you entered his view, he abandoned his suitcase and ran to you spreading his arms out to you.

The scene was right out of a cheesy film. Hongjoong practically died from cringe but deep down he was so happy that his Sannie had someone he loved to come home to. Wooyoung being Wooyoung was videotaping the entire moment.

"Yeobo[Sweetheart], I've missed you so much," San said as he held you tight.

"I've missed you more," you sighed as you looked up into his eyes running your fingers through his hair.

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Because no lovey-dovey moment lasts forever, the two of you heard the clicks of cameras along with the footsteps and screams of an atiny stampede.

San quickly took your hand and ran through the airport with the boys and their bodyguards following you behind. The two of you couldn't contain the giggles from the adrenaline rush running from fans like you were elementary school kids playing tag at recess.

Once you got away, you went to dinner with the guys and listened to their tales from tours. Including lots of pranks from Jongho and Mingi, and lots of scolding for San and Wooyoung from Hongjoong.

After dinner, you gave the boys their Christmas gifts since you would be with San in his hometown that day. You told them to open their gifts when they were at the dorm knowing that you would be awaiting a particular text from Seonghwa about how thankful he is that you got your hand on the "Ahsoka Tano's T-6 Jedi Shuttle" Lego Star Wars set.

San would be sleeping over your place before the two of you went to his hometown. After the two of you finished watching the newest episode of Single's Inferno, you thought it would be worth a shot to ask San what he would think about going to a Live Jazz club with you for Christmas Eve.

To the inquiry, as expected he answered "I don't think so," which was his nicer way of saying, "No we're going to get caught.

Even when you told him that your sister would be playing saxophone there and that you wanted to support her and the two of you could watch from backstage he was still very hesitant.

You knew that there would be a slim chance that San would agree with you, and you noticed a glint of guilt in his eyes when he said no to you.

To San, you were his kryptonite, he was physically unable to say no. to you without wanting to gauge his heart out of his chest. You went to bed with a bit of a heavy heart after overthinking in the shower and realizing that your relationship with San would never be normal.

. . .

The morning was perfect. San had made you breakfast in bed without burning down the entire kitchen. San was a great cook, but he was also a very messy one at that.

That afternoon the two of you wrapped up gifts for San’s family and baked gingerbread cookies while cozying up together and sipping hot chocolate and eggnog. It was perfect, festive, and domestic. But San knew that you were still thinking about the Jazz club occasionally texting your sister throughout the day to ease her nerves.

"Jagiya[baby], we are going to have to go somewhere really quickly," San started as he entered the living room putting your cost on.

"But San, it's a little late. I promised my sis I'd watch the live stream of her performance," you answered.

"I know and I'm sorry but there is an emergency formal meeting at the company and I don't want to leave you home alone, I know how much you like to get ready anyway," he explained walking over to you, ushering you to get up.

You gave him an irritated glare before springing up and squealing, "You know me too well babe,"

You got up and gave him. smooch on the cheek. You didn't care if it was a formal meeting. San could see how bored you were of watching the same holiday hallmark movies. He also knew how much you loved to dress up.

You did your makeup and wore a red cocktail dress, accessorizing it with a jewelry set you had removed from your brother who was completing his military service. You put on your favorite heels, give yourself a bold bloody red lip, and throw on your favorite trench coat.

San gawks at you for what feels like minutes before checking back into reality and getting up. "You look stunning darling," he said as he pulled you into his side by your waist and kissed you on your cheek.

San had already heated the car and opened the door for you before walking over to his side and getting in. He passed you the aux and you immediately started playing your favorite holiday tunes.

As San drove he began to take unfamiliar turns. He was oddly driving away from the direction of his company. You found this strange but shook it off as nothing.

The two of you sang along to Christmas tunes before he finally pulled into a parking spot. There stood the live jazz club that your sister was performing at. The two of you were right on time. San quickly got out of the car to open the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of the car. "San what is this?" you chuckled in surprise.

"You know I can't say no to you baby," he replied, taking your hand and leading you into the club where the two of you had great seats. No one could see the two of you since the event seating was arranged in booths and the club was dimly lit.

Everything was perfect and quite discreet. You don't know how hard he had pulled this off. But you knew he had the help of your sister. You could tell she had been lying to you about something lately; you just didn't know what.

It was amazing, the two of you enjoyed music and a great meal. Sis was playing excellently as always until your favorite Christmas song was playing, "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" Other couples had been dancing all night.

San could tell that you wanted to dance to this song with him. You were practically swaying in your seat. He was afraid of the press ruining your date but he simply did not care in the moment when he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

You looked up at him cracking the brightest smile he had ever seen grace your lips. The two of you swayed slowly to the music. You could feel stares whisper and some flashes but you didn't care. You were too focused on each other.

You were too focused on the feeling of love and excitement enveloping the two of you as you spun. There were already articles and posts up but when the two of you got home you were too infatuated with each other to glance at your phones. The two of you slept peacefully that night as Santa dropped your gifts off and feasted on the milk and cookies you had left out for him.

taglist: @aripet22

[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A digital illustration of many different characters and symbols from Star Wars Rebels season 2, surrounded and connected by designs from various Lothal cave paintings. 

From left to right, and top to bottom: A small snail from Atollon, peering out from its shell. Next, Ezra Bridger with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes as he says “I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor but ok ://“. A drawing of Ezra’s repainted imperial cadet helmet. Garazeb Orrelios, looking to the side with his teeth bared and his ear flicking up to listen, with an arrow pointing to his ears and saying “ears!!”. Ezra, with his saber ignited, grinning and looking over his shoulder as he runs, yelling “let’s go loth cats” in all caps.

The next section shows Kanan Jarrus and Hera Syndulla kissing, with her hand tipping up his chin, and him blushing with many hearts floating around them. A brown spotted loth cat laying down in a loaf position, with one leg sticking out, captioned “leggy”. Sabine Wren takes her helmet off and scowls harshly, saying “cringe” in all caps. Hera sits in the cockpit of a fighter with a smile, captioned: “[screamo playing over cockpit radio]”.

The next section shows Sabine and Zeb lounging together, with peaceful smiles on their faces as they simultaneously daydream the words “violence murder killing arson biting”. Chopper stands in the center of the entire piece and extends one arm as he says “fuck!”. A Lothal cave painting with a Loth Wolf and a rider, staring to the side. The glowing meteorite stone is visible to the right.

The last section shows the fulcrum symbol glowing gray. Kanan and Ezra mimic the copycat meme from Into The Spider-Verse, with Kanan deep in thought, a hand on his chin, and Ezra watching him with wide eyes, a hand on his own chin. Ahsoka Tano is drawn buffer than her canon appearance, and has her lightsabers ignited as she reaches out her right hand to something unseen, her expression a deep scowl. Sabine, with her helmet on, jumping into the air with a basketball labeled “Ezra” as she dunks it into a net labeled “brother zone”. The piece is dated January 2023, and the artist’s signature is visible under one of the pieces.

The next three images are zoomed in on various sections of the piece. End ID.]

ok the ID for this is already long enough, but I've been rewatching the comfort show of All Time (SWR) and I ended up having so many silly art ideas that I put them all in one piece. I had an INCREDIBLE amount of fun with it, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it :D I miss my space family ;~;

[dira333]

When I felt like I was an old cardigan - Aomine x Reader

@shoulmate this was so much fun!!!

Your head’s pounding, the sliver of sunlight peaking through the blinds too bright for your eyes. You press them closed again, sink further into the bed. 

What happened last night? You had gone out with friends - if you could call them that already - only to end up at some house party with bad music and awful drinks. 

You remember Tano pressing a cup into your hands, the drink spilling onto your shirt.

“Drink up, buttercup.” He’d said, grinning in a way that made unease coil in your stomach.

“What is it?” You had asked, stumbling a bit when someone bumped into your back. More of the drink spilled onto your shirt - you should probably say goodbye to it now, those stains would never come out - and your hands and you sucked some of it from your fingers only to look up and come face to face with none other than the Aomine Daiki.

He looked hungry, in a way only he could. Like he was starving and you were the T-Bone he’d been dreaming about.

“Not cool, Bro.” You heard Tano say and turned your head, hoping it would get Aomine’s attention away from you.

“What?” You asked Tano and his head snapped back to you, his disgruntled expression morphing back into the smile you had learned to loathe. It never looked real and if you were being honest, it just made him look more like a Wannabe Tax Evader. 

“Nothing. How’s your Iced Tea?”

“It’s Iced Tea?” You ask and take a sip. It doesn’t taste like any Iced Tea brand you know but it’s good, way better than the awful bottle of beer Kaba-chan had urged you to drink earlier. Apparently, it made you look better to guys if you were drinking beer instead of Soda. One sip in you had decided that you’d rather look awful than drink any more of that piss-flavored stuff…

Something’s rustling next to you. A deep voice, gravely with sleep, cuts through the Silence. “Couldn’t you have slept a little longer?”

You shriek, try to move away but fail, your legs tangled in the blankets, your coordination way off. You land heavily, legs still on the bed, your ass on the floor. You can hear movement, and try to untangle yourself all while registering that you’re wearing your underwear - thank God - and a black shirt that’s way too big on you. Oh god, did you sleep with someone? Please don’t let it be Tano!

A head of dark blue hair pops up. You choke on your breath as Aomine glares down at you.

“It’s way too early for that shit. Go back to sleep.”

“I.” You peep. He narrows his eyes at you. For half a second you think he might have mercy on you, register how out of your depth you’re feeling, and show some compassion.

But no. With one swift motion, he puts his arm under your knees and pulls you up as if you’d weigh nothing. You swing into him, your chest colliding with his shoulder. 

You squeak helplessly, again when he drops down himself, pulling you with him.

His bed is soft, absorbing the impact of your fall. When you cautiously turn your head, Aomine’s eyes are already closed again. His hold on you has not loosened though, one arm still wrapped around your knees.

Does he really think you’ll just fall asleep again?

“There’s Aspirin on my nightstand.” He speaks up when you don’t stop staring at him. He’s got a ridiculously pretty nose, something you only notice now that his eyes are closed. 

You’ve always thought that his eyes were his best feature, a deep blue that you could get lost in. You’d noticed it the first time you’d crossed paths in the hallway but it’s not like you couldn’t have noticed. Not with the way everyone whispered whenever he was in the room.

Aomine Daiki, the Aomine Daiki, part of the Generation of Miracles, who had played in the famous Team Vorpal Swords. He could have gone Pro right after High School and the fact that he had decided to grace College with his presence still had many of your fellow students speechless. 

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“Did we-?” You ask, unable to keep quiet any longer now that his grip on you has loosened and you’ve managed to take the pill and drink half a glass of water. “Did we… you know…?”

“I don’t need to make people drunk for that.” He points out, eyes still closed. His brows are furrowed now and you wonder if he’s mad that you asked.

“Well excuse me that I asked.” You’re not in the mood to play nice with him. Not in a situation like this where everything is still pretty much possible. “But waking up in a stranger's bed without my clothes isn’t exactly reassuring. Not to mention that I don’t remember how I even got here.”

Aomine’s eyes open, lock directly onto you. Your breath catches a little at the sight, but you fight against the very real threat of drowning in them.

You don’t look away though, partly because you feel he wouldn’t take you seriously if you did.

He smirks. 

“You couldn’t hold your liquor. That guy you were with was trying to tug you outside, but you didn’t want to go with him. You made a mad dash through the house like a rabbit on speed. It was very impressive, especially after you slipped through Murasakibara’s hands like a wet snail only to clamber all over me. You puked all over my shirt.”

“I did not!”

“Did too.” He grins, ridiculous white teeth a stark contrast against his tan skin. Your heart beats so hard against your ribcage that you fear he can see it. 

“Okay, say I believe you.” You put on your best You’re-talking-shit-face. “What happened after that? My puking skills enamored you to the point you just had to take me home?”

“Exactly that.” 

You narrow your eyes and he laughs, that deep belly laugh kind that makes him look ten years younger and ten times more adorable. Which is weird, because Aomine Daiki and adorable should not appear in the same sentence together without the word “not” in between.

“Baka-gami was mad that you puked. He blamed me for it and kicked both of us out. I wanted to make sure you got home safe, especially because that guy you refused to go home with was still lingering around. But you weren’t willing to tell me your address. So I brought you here. You’re welcome.”

“And why am I wearing your shirt?”

“Because it’s clean and you were not. You’re welcome.”

You muster him for a second longer before you falter.

“Thank you.” You manage to get out and he nods, patting the mattress. 

“Good. Now get back to sleep. It’s way too early to be awake.”

“I could just go home.”

“Or you could take a nap. And then, in a few hours, when we both resemble human beings, we can go out for breakfast.”

You choke on your spit. “What? Why?”

He furrows his brows. “That’s not how you answer when someone asks you on a date.”

You’re slack-jawed now. This can’t be happening. 

Before he can say more you lean forward and pinch his cheek, hard.

He slaps your hand away, brows furrowed even more now.

“What was that for?”

“Just checking if you’re real.”

“I am real.”

“Well, now I know. But you’re probably still half-drunk from last night. That’s it.” You nod to yourself. “Residual alcohol. It’s okay. You can go back to sleep. When you wake up everything will be normal again.”

This could have worked. Maybe. With someone other than Aomine.

Seconds later you’re on your back, with him hovering above you.

He reminds you of a panther, that way, a giant, dangerous cat.

But there’s something in his eyes that suggests that you’re not the mouse in this equation. Not when he lowers himself, curls himself around you so casually, until his head is resting heavily on your stomach, a warm weight that won’t let you go anywhere in the next hours.

“I’ll explain later.” He grumbles from where he’s snuggled into your stomach. He yawns. “Just let me get some sleep first.”

Slowly, cautiously, your hands curl into his hair. It’s silky smooth under your touch and you drag your fingers through it, scratch at his scalp like you’d wanted to since you’ve met him - not that you’d ever thought htat dream possible. He groans into the touch.

Maybe, just maybe, you could take a nap like this. Just for a few hours. You didn’t have to be anywhere right now anyway…

-

Kagami eyes you warily.

“Are you going to puke again?” He asks. You roll your eyes.

“It’s been three months, idiot.” You grumble, annoyed that he keeps bringing that up.

He smirks and steps aside to let you in. “Aho-mine, your girlfriend is here.”

“Slug-chin.” Murasakibara greets you first however, picks you up like you’re nothing more but a bag of his favorite chips. “Caught you.”

“Yeah, this time, big guy.” You pat his head for a second before he lets you down. “Where’s Daiki?”

“Mine-chin is fighting with Kise-chin.”

“Again?” You roll your eyes. “And Satsuki?”

“Not here yet. But Kuro-chin isn’t here either. It’s boring.”

“I know, I know. I’ll go check in on Daiki and then we can make something to eat. How does that sound?”

Murasakibara nods slowly, process your words.

“I’ll preheat the oven.” He leaves without another word and you snort at his antics before moving along, following the cursing and shouts to the living room.

You’re not surprised to find Kise dragging himself over the finish line. He might be good at everything, but he’s absolutely shit at Mario Kart.

“Hey Babe.” Daiki drops the controller and opens his arms for you, pulling you onto his lap the moment you’re close enough. “How was work?”

“Awful.” You curl into him and stick your tongue out at Kise when you notice him leaning in too, always craving attention even when he’s not deserving it. “I’m going to make some cake with Murasakibara. Do you want to help?”

Instead of answering he leans forward, digs his nose into your hair and inhales.

“Daiki? What are you- You ass!” You punch your fist against his chest but he laughs, a bellowing sound. Your ear hurts where he bit into it, the skin wet with his saliva.

“That’s so gross!” You grumble. 

He’s still laughing, hand pressed against his mouth as if he’s trying to stifle his amusement. He isn’t. You know he isn’t. But he’s distracted and you’re going to use this to your advantage.

After all, his neck does look especially biteable today!

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[beskarandblasters]

Apotheosis Part Two: The Credence

Sith!Din Djarin x Rebel Spy!Reader

Apotheosis; the elevation of someone to divine status; deification.

Apotheosis Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Series summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, dark!Din, switches between Din and Reader’s point of view, eventual smut, Star Wars lore (not super heavy), manipulation/gaslighting

Summary: Din tries to gain your trust. Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: descriptions of an injury/hibernation sickness, eating/drinking, force-choking, manipulation, name reveal, use of Mando'a words (cin vhetin = blank slate), no use of y/n

Din

You’re out cold but Din’s not too worried. He’ll just use some bacta spray on your head. You’ll be going straight into carbonite anyway. As long as your memory is preserved, he doesn’t care. He throws you over his shoulder, your body slumping against him as he walks you back to the Crest. 

Ahsoka evaded capture, making it back to her ship with Grogu before Din was even finished with you. This is still a win for him, though. He knows that you know where the Jedi Academy is, which will lead him to Luke and any other force-sensitive children he may have there already. Getting you to talk will be the hard part, harder than capturing you. That says a lot since you were able to shoot Din in the leg. You have a good arm on you Din noticed. 

He can’t help but feel a twitch in his cock as his hand rests on your thigh while he carries you back to the ship. It doesn’t last long, though. He has a mission to worry about. 

He heads inside the Crest, setting your unconscious body down on a crate, your back resting against the wall. He wastes no time spraying the bacta spray on the spot where you hit your head. He needs to do everything he can to protect your memory or else this whole journey was for nothing. Or else this was… a miss. 

No, he never misses. 

He wraps a bandage around your head and picks you up again, pressing you into the carbonite freezer. And now, you’re still, completely solidified. You look like you’re sleeping, a nice contrast to what people are normally doing when he’s shoving them in the carbonite freezer. Normally they’re screaming for help. 

He sends a transmission to Moff Gideon regarding the outcome of his journey. He’s partially sorry Gideon will be disappointed that he wasn’t able to capture Ahsoka and the Grogu. He’ll just explain to Gideon that he can coax the information out of you, no matter how hard it is. 

These are all things he can worry about later, though. For now, he takes off from Corvus and sets his course back to Gideon’s Star Destroyer. 

-

Stormtroopers are hauling your frozen body off the Razor Crest. Din can’t even follow them. He’s been ordered to go straight to Gideon. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He just has to tell Gideon it wasn’t a total loss. Once you wake up all Din has to do is extract the information from you somehow, whether you give it to him willingly or not. 

He enters the cockpit of the Star Destroyer, waiting to be acknowledged by Gideon. 

Gideon turns to face him, a disgruntled expression on his face, “Ahsoka Tano and the child got away.”

“I know, sir. But I have a plan.”

“And that is?”

“The spy has to know where the Jedi Academy is. We can just extract the information from her.”

“That won’t be an easy task.”

“I know.”

“Good! Then it’ll be your responsibility and yours alone.”

Din’s confidence doesn’t falter. He knows what he’s capable of. He can try a mind trick or two but if you’re strong-willed he’ll have to play the long game, gaining your trust and getting you to tell him willingly. It’s a challenge he’s ready to accept if and when the time comes. 

“Understood,” Din says. 

“Unfreeze her and begin your work. You’ll need all the time you can get.”

Din nods with the tip of his helmet and sets off back down the hallway towards the sounds of your screams and groans. You’re being unfrozen from the carbonite. He turns a corner into a small room where you’re damp, shivering, and lying down on a table. Two Stormtroopers grab your arms and hoist you upright. They enclose your wrists with a pair of handcuffs and you’re sitting there blinking rapidly.

“Your eyesight will return soon,” Din says.

“I know. I’m not stupid,” you spit out.

“Never said you were. I was just trying to reassure you.”

“Wow thanks,” you say sarcastically.

Din says nothing for a moment, letting you get acclimated to your surroundings and regain your senses.

After a beat, you ask, “Where’s Ahsoka? And the-”

“Escaped.”

You let out a sigh of relief. But before either of you can speak the troopers forcefully grab you off the table.

“Let’s go,” one of the Stormtroopers says in a gruff voice. 

With each trooper holding you upright you’re led down the hallway and towards the cells. Din follows from behind, already crafting a plan in mind for how he’s going to gain your trust. If it were up to Gideon, he’d just torture the information out of you, just like he did to Din many cycles ago. But that’s not what Din wants to do, he’s better than that. He’d be better off putting on a facade and getting you to trust him. Aside from hunting, manipulation is another one of his fine-tuned skills. 

He can and will do this, no matter what it takes. 

You 

You’re thrown into a cell, the hard metal floor making contact with your achy joints. You’re so cold, shivering with goosebumps riddled all over your skin and your clothes damp. The two troopers and the Mandalorian follow you into the cell, backing you into the corner. Handcuffed and kneeling on the floor, you shiver as the Mandalorian walks towards you. Your eyesight is starting to go back to normal but you almost wish it wasn’t yet. The stone-cold stare of his visor and imposing stance make you feel small like you want to just melt into the floor and disappear. 

He cocks his helmet to the side and says, “Uncuff her.”

“What? But-” one of the officers starts, but the Mandalorian cuts him off.

“I said uncuff her.”

The one Stormtrooper sighs and grabs your arm, yanking you upright so he can unlock your cuffs. Once your wrists are free he shoves you back down on the floor. You scatter to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and looking up at the three men glaring down at you. 

“Leave us.”

The two troopers glance at each other before leaving the cell. The door closes behind them once they leave. And once you’re completely alone, the Mandalorian crouches down in front of you. 

“I can get you food,” he says softly.

You look away from him, focusing your eyes on anything else in this barren cell besides the Mandalorian’s visor. 

“Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face back towards him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then, what do you want with me?”

“You have the information I want.”

“And that is?”

You already know what he’s looking for. He wants the location for Luke’s Jedi Academy. You should’ve seen this coming when you had to watch over Grogu. 

“And what makes you think I’ll just give it to you?”

“I know you won’t. You won’t give it up easily, that is.”

“You’re wasting your time with me.”

“I’m not. I know I have to be patient with you.”

“Congratulations,” you say sarcastically. 

He doesn’t react to your snarky comment, instead, he rises from the floor and walks over to the door. He pauses and turns back to look at you. 

“I’ll be back with some food,” he says before opening the cell door and leaving. 

You rest against the wall, letting tears roll down your cheeks. You close your eyes and wish it would all go away. And before you know it, you’re falling asleep on the cold metal floor. 

-

You don’t know how long you were out. But you’re sore; sore from the fight against the Mandalorian when you were captured, sore from sleeping on the floor, sore from staying in a balled-up position for so long. And you’re still just as cold as before. You open your eyes and to your surprise, the Mandalorian is sitting crisscross in front of you, his visor fixed on you and a plate of food in his lap. 

“You’re awake,” he says curtly. 

“Yup,” you respond bitterly. 

“Here,” he says, holding out the plate of food, “For you.”

He holds out the plate, filled with a few slices of bread and fruit you don’t recognize. You move to sit crisscross and take the plate in your hands reluctantly. He hands you a canteen of water that was sitting by his side. 

“How do I know you haven’t poisoned this?” you ask, raising your eyebrow at him. 

“What good would that do me?” 

…He’s not wrong. Especially since the information you hold is so precious, so vital. Letting out a sigh, you resign to eating the food from the Mandalorian. You expect him to leave now but he doesn’t. He watches you intently as you eat, his gloved hands resting on his thighs and his cape fanned out behind him. 

Just as you’re about to take a sip of water he moves his hands, bringing them to the edge of his helmet. You gasp at the movement of his helmet, slowly inching off his head, followed by a hiss of his modulator. 

You look away, shielding your eyes with your hands. You know Mandalorians, more specifically Children of the Watch, are not supposed to remove their helmets. But… Why are you showing him this much respect? He captured you. He’s nothing but a monster. 

He lets out a low chuckle and you slowly turn your head back to him, moving your hand away from your face. 

He’s… handsome. And you hate yourself for even thinking that. He’s got brown curls, matted a little from his helmet. His facial hair, slightly patchy, is graying a little. He has a strong nose, too. But as your eyes scan his face, they stop on his eyes. His irises are brown but they also have that unmistakable Sith yellow ring in the middle. A shiver runs down your spine as his lips curve into a smirk. 

“Why did you do that? Do you not follow your creed?”

“Mhm, I abandoned it a long time ago.”

“Then why do you still wear the armor?” you ask, setting the plate of food down on the floor and folding your arms. 

“This armor is better than anything they could give me.”

You don’t know what to say so you change the subject. 

“Like I said before, you’re wasting your time with me.”

“I disagree,” he says, still wearing the same smirk and cocking his head to the side, “You’re special. I think you could thrive here.”

“What makes you think I would ever join you?”

“Like I said before, I know I have to be patient with you.”

You say nothing and he takes the opportunity to continue. 

“Your talents were being wasted with the rebels. I know who you are. I know what you’re capable of.”

“Speaking of the rebels, someone will be coming after me.”

“If you were so important to them then why were you left unguarded? Why was it so easy for me to capture you?”

You gulp. Maybe he does have a- 

No, no no, don’t listen to him. As far as anyone is concerned, the Empire doesn’t exist anymore. To your old friends from the rebellion, there’s no need to protect you then. But someone will come looking for you. You know it. 

The Mandalorian replaces the helmet on his head and gets up off the floor. 

“Enjoy your food,” he says, back in his modulated tone before leaving. The cell door shuts behind him and you’re alone again. 

You curl back into a ball and rest on the floor, facing the wall and wishing you were anywhere else but here. 

Din

Din leaves your cell reminding himself he has to keep playing the long game. It’s tempting to lose his patience and revert to plain old torture but he keeps telling himself that he’s better than that. He tried pointing out how your old friends, your old community don’t care about you anymore. It’s harsh but he firmly believes it to be true. Someone who was so important to the Rebellion ought to be better protected. Why would they let you move to an abysmal town anyway? But that’s all beside the point. 

The bottom line is, he needs to try another form of manipulation. He saw you were sort of surprised when he brought you food. Perhaps he needs to pamper you in other ways. He saw the way you were shivering back there… Maybe you need new clothes and a warm blanket. 

He heads down to the laundry room on the ship, thinking he’ll just ask the Stormtrooper working there for a change of clothes for you.

“I need something,” Din says as he enters the room.

The Stormtrooper stops what he’s doing and looks at Din, waiting for instructions.

“I need… I need clothes for a woman.”

“A woman?”

“Yes.”

“This for that prisoner? What are you doing bringing her clothes?”

“What does it matter to you? I’m the one in charge of her.”

The Stormtrooper sighs and turns around to rifle through clothes in large bins. He sighs again before looking over at Din, “Yeah we’re not partially stocked up on women’s clothes. And she’s not getting an Imperial Officer uniform.”

“You don’t have anything from past prisoners?”

“Let me see what I can do…” the trooper says, moving to another bin in the corner of the room. He picks up a few pieces and tosses them over to Din.

“I’m not sure what will work but you can go through those.”

“I need a blanket, too.”

“Are you serious? She needs a blanket, too?? You know she’s just a prisoner, right?”

Maker, he’s annoying. And so nosey. Why does he care? Are the clothes and blanket coming out of his personal stash? Can he just take orders for one minute without complaining and-

The Stormtrooper is clutching his throat, letting out sputtering choking sounds. Din didn’t even realize he had begun force-choking him. Din’s gloved hand is outstretched hanging in the air, aimed at the trooper’s throat. He lets it go on a little longer, even after he realizes what he’s doing before dropping his hand and letting the trooper regain his breath again. 

“Hand over the blanket,” Din says through gritted teeth.

The trooper scrambles to look for a blanket before handing it to Din. Din turns on his heel without looking back at him, only focused on you and not the fear he’s just instilled in this random Stormtrooper. 

He heads back to your cell, opening the door, and finding you still sitting on the floor, the plate of food finished. You look up at him as he enters, raising an eyebrow at the ball of fabric he’s carrying. He tosses them on the floor beside you. 

“For you,” he says.

You take the stuff in your hands and ask, “But… Why?”

“I wanted you to be comfortable. I wasn’t sure what would work so I grabbed a few things.”

“...Thanks.”

“Do you need more food,” Din asks, bending down to pick up the plate.

“No, I’m alright.”

“I’ll be back later to check on you.” 

And with that, he leaves. He’ll stop by later to see if this part of his plan worked. You could be stubborn and refuse his offering. Or you could give in, especially after sleeping many hours on the cold floor in damp clothing.

Time will tell. 

You

Reluctantly, you rummage through the selection of clothes the Mandalorian brought you. Why is he doing this? Is it just because he feels bad for you? Is he trying to turn you over?

Whatever the reason is… you can’t lie and say you haven’t missed dry clothes and a warm blanket. You settle on a pair of linen pants and a sweater that somehow fit you almost perfectly. Where did he get these? You doubt the Empire keeps a rotation of clothes on deck for their prisoners. 

But then it dawns on you… They’re probably from past prisoners. And that makes you sick to your stomach. 

Nevertheless, you peel off your damp clothes and slip into your new ones, lying down on the floor and covering yourself with the blanket. The Mandalorian was right, you’re much more comfortable now. For the time being, you rest. It’s not like you have much of a choice to do anything else anyway. 

-

You slept for Maker knows how long. It feels like that’s all you’ll be doing. You wonder how much time has passed on Corvus; if anyone has noticed your absence. It’s not like your disappearance will be reported. It’s not like you had any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone in Calodan. You’re banking on someone from the rebellion to try and locate you. You haven’t heard from anyone from that chapter of your life for a long time. 

But then you remember, Ahsoka said Leia mentioned you. Surely Ahsoka will tell Luke and Leia and they’ll send someone after you. 

But… Wouldn’t they have found you by now? Maybe? It’s hard to tell. Your concept of time is completely shot. 

The cell door opens and the Mandalorian is back again, this time with more food and water. He enters and sits down in front of you, the door closing behind him.

“You should eat,” he says softly. 

You sit upright and take the plate from him, feeling a little awkward that he’s just sitting here watching you eat again. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

“By keeping me in this metal box?”

“You’re right.”

You stop mid-bite. You’re… stunned. Maybe he’s realizing the error of his ways?

“You deserve to be more comfortable, cin vhetin,” he says. He used a Mando’a word, but it’s one you’ve never heard before.

“...Thanks?”

“Don’t you see how important you are?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know all about you, your past in the Rebellion, how vital you were… are. You have so much potential and it’s all being wasted for an organization that doesn’t care about you.”

You can’t deny that you’ve been having doubts about the Rebellion, about your former friends. 

“What… What can you do for me?”

“So much. Whatever you want to learn.”

Stop it. You’re not going down that path.

“Can I tell you something?” he says, taking off his helmet and setting it beside him. You’re mesmerized by his eyes, the brown in them so comforting but the Sith yellow so… piercing.

“Sure…”

“I used to be part of something, too, the Mandalorian covert. It took me a long time to realize they didn’t care about me and didn’t have my best interest in mind. But here, with the Empire, I’m somebody.”

You can’t lie, you’ve felt that way before, even now you still kind of do. And he seems so sincere right now. His eyes scan your fast for any sign of trust from you, like he’s desperate to earn it.

“But… Are you just telling me all of this so I’ll tell you where the Jedi Academy is? Are you just going to toss me to the side once you’re done with me?”

“If all I cared about was the Jedi Academy, I would’ve found out by now and you’d already be dead. I’m not lying. You could do great things here.”

Maker, he’s convincing.

“Can I tell you something else? It’s something not a lot of people know.”

“Oh?”

“My name.”

Maybe he really is being sincere.

“Okay…”

“My name is Din Djarin.”

“Hello, Din,” you say sheepishly.

“I don’t trust many people with my name.”

“I understand,” you say softly. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says suddenly, rising from the floor and putting on his helmet.

And now you’re alone again, missing the small amount of human interaction you just had. 

Din

Din sets off down the hallway, back towards the cockpit and Moff Gideon. When he enters, no one acknowledges him. It isn’t until Din clears his throat that Gideon notices he’s there.

“What is it?” Moff Gideon asks.

“...I need sleeping quarters for the prisoner,” Din says, almost wincing with his words. 

“Sleeping quarters? What for?” Gideon says, turning and looking at Din with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m… close to gaining her trust.”

“You’re certain?”

“I am.”

“Fine. I’ll have a trooper show you to her sleeping quarters after you retrieve the prisoner,” he says with a wave of his hand. 

Din nods and sets off back down the hallway, a little bit of excitement brewing in his stomach. Maybe now you’ll finally trust him. 

He arrives at your cell, opens the door, and steps inside. 

“Cin vhetin, I have a surprise for you.”

You

“Oh?”

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing your hand and helping you off the floor.

There’s a trooper outside your cell. He sets off down the hallway and Din follows him, your hand still intertwined in his. You’re feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He said it was a surprise and you swear there was a hint of excitement in his voice. But… Can you trust him?

The trooper leads you to an elevator and you’re sweating nervously about what this “surprise” could possibly be. The elevator stops at a floor, doesn’t matter which one because you can’t possibly know where you are on this ship. He leads you down another hallway before stopping at a door. 

“Here you are,” he says to Din before leaving the way you came.

“I arranged for you to have your own sleeping quarters,” Din says.

“Really?”

“I meant it when I said I wanted you to be comfortable,” he says, opening the door.

Inside is your own room, with a real bed. You can’t believe Din did this for you. You can only assume this is against protocol from Moff Gideon, moving a prisoner from a cell to their own sleeping quarters. Maybe he does care about you…

“I think this will be much better for you.”

“Wow… Thank you, Din.”

“Of course, cin vhetin. I’m going to let you sleep now.”

“Is it? I don’t know what time is it anymore.”

“It is,” he chuckles, “Sleep well.”

And he’s gone again before you can ask him what that word means. 

You get settled in your bed and turn off the lights, getting ready for some real sleep for once. You’re comfortable for once, giddy even. Din might be a man of his word after all.

…Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink of sleep, you feel a sinister presence looming over your bed. 

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Melting - Chapter one

Warnings- Use of language, mentions of trauma, closed of reader, eventual fluff, eventual sexual content

Neteyam 24 x F reader 24

CHAPTER 2 POSTED!

Angry. Cold. Aggressive.  Heartless. Incapable of feeling anything.

You've heard these things a million times in your lifetime, whispers floating around the clan since you're parents got banished,  granting you the only good thing they ever gave you in leaving you behind in the forest.

Leaving her to fend for herself at such a young age with nothing but a ratty old Mauri and a planted seed of hatred and mistrust towards her people. If you couldn't trust your parents who could you trust? If they could just leave you, why would anyone else ever stay? The prejudice they left behind kept you isolated, everyone thought you would be just like them, ignoring your small pleas for companionship and love, brushing off your little hands that grabbed at passing loincloths and legs.

A child's shoulders were not built to bear the weight of their parents choices.

Yet here you were, the product of judgement. You grew from that small, whimpering child, into a beautiful, but cold, navi woman. You earned your place among the clan, always keeping to yourself. Besides training and becoming a warrior and following direct orders from your leader, barley anyone ever saw you utter a word, and if they did, the things you'd spew at them through your fangs were laced with venom, warding off any attempt to get to know you in an effort of self protection.

As you both got older, Neteyam found that his eyes continued to be drawn to you, as well as his mind, he knew his father held you in top ranks with pride, his only other top warrior besides Neteyam.

And for some reason or another, he just couldn't stop looking at you, or for you, in a crowd. His body urging him to go and talk to you. He knows what people say about you, he's seen your attitude and harsh words up front and center himself, but he can't stop it seems.

Like now, he's just climbed down from his ikran after a successful patrol and his eyes are glued to you as you slide off your own. Your long black hair is loose and out of the braids, falling in waves down to the small of our back where it curl at the ends. He can hear your maroon beaded chest piece clinking as you bend down to fix the fastening of the dagger on your calf, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the plump swell of your ass as you do so, exentuated by the frilly loincloth, longer than most, with slits all the way up to both hips and draping down to your ankles in a smooth ripple, mouth watering as he takes in what seems to be the miles of striped, dark blue skin and scattered tanhi that makes up your form.

"Why are you staring at her brother? She's a literal demon." Another warrior, Tano, said with a laugh. Interrupting the other man's gawking as he slapped a hand down on Neteyams shoulder. "She can't actually be that bad. She's just a bit.... volatile." Neteyam trailed off in a huff, unable to think of any other descriptor as he watched you hiss under your breath at the strap of your ikrans saddle because it wasn't tightening how you wanted it to. Tanto laughed briefly before quickly closing his mouth as Neteyams father, Jake, cleared his throat behind them. "Well son, you better learn to live with it because she's you're new partner." His fathers voice was thin, obviously irritated he was participating in putting down one of his best in battle. Neteyams ears flattened and guilt flooded him as he faced his dad. "Yes sir, I'm sorry." He murmured with a duck of his head. "Don't apologize to me. Treat her respectfully. She's your equal. And I'm aware she can be difficult and rough around the edges, but none of you kids know what her life has been. And even outside of battle, she is one of the most helpful, you young warriors just don't pay attention." Jake snapped before he walked away to debrief some other warriors. "Good luck." Tanto muttered before shuffling away.

Neteyam turned his eyes back to you and swallowed. You were slinging a satchel over your shoulders and walking towards the tree line. He quickly situated his bow over his chest and ran after you. You were moving quickly, already far enough ahead that he had to pick up his pace, he reached you a few feet into the forest and clamped his hand down on your shoulder in an attempt to get you to still. You spun around, knocking his hand off of you and bared your fangs in a hiss. "Whoa! Whoa whoa! I'm sorry!" He held his hands up in surrender as you fixed him with your steely glare. "Do not touch me." You growled, poking his chest for emphasis. He nodded quickly, "Yeah, okay I won't. I'm sorry, I was just trying to get you to stop so I could catch up." He explained with a nervous chuckle. You straightened at that, ears twitching as you stared at him in silence. He studied you right back, trailing the features of your face. Big round eyes, the color of deep, liquid honey, framed by thick, dark lashes that kissed your cheeks whenever blinked. Delicate cheekbones framed by soft stripes and swirling tanhi, and Plump, full lips. He followed the trail of sparkling freckles up the bridge of your nose to your forehead, where they formed a perfect heart. So beautiful he thought.  You cleared your throat suddenly, knocking him out of his daze, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"I take it your father told you we're going be partners now." You asked matter of fact, thankfully not addressing that he was openly oggaling you. "Yes, I uh, wasn't sure he told you." Eywa what the hell is wrong with him? Stuttering over his words like a moron. You were silently staring again, seemingly taking him in with a scrutinizing gaze. "He did. Is that all?" You were already turning around before you had even finished the question. " Wait! I mean- I thought we should maybe talk?" Eywa why was he nervous? You paused before turning back around with a slight head tilt. "Why?" You crossed your arms around your middle in what he maybe thought could be a comforting hold. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together, it might be nice to not have to worry about any awkwardness or things like that, right? So we're comfortable with each other." You scoffed a little at his words, tilting your head back and exposing your neck to him while letting out an annoyed, soft noise. "Alright. If you wish. Come." You turned tail again, retreating deeper into the plush forest and Neteyam followed behind eagerly with a swishing tail.

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Hi! Author here. So I'm testing the water with this new fic, let me know what you think!

[devilsrecreation]

Outlander incorrect quotes part 5426 (jk idek how many there are now)

Kion: You cannot deny that you trespass into the Pridelands almost every day!

Janja: YOU CANNOT DENY DEEZ NUTS!

Janja: Me and my boys are gonna mess you up!

Chungu: I rolled a 1

Cheezi: I rolled a 1

Janja: Fuck-

Kenge: I’m going to need a skull and I can’t have you ask any questions

Sumu: *shows Kenge his skull collection* Take your pick

Kenge:

Sumu:

Kenge: This one’s fine

Reirei: I got to get back before Goigoi realizes I’m not in bed

Goigoi: Reirei?…..REIREI😭😭😭

Janja: I kissed Jasiri!

Chungu: Woah….

Cheezi: We owe Nne and Tano so much money!

Every time the two-leggers come to the Outlands

Nduli: The most obvious two-leg trap I have ever seen

Tamka: I’m gonna touch it!

Nduli: NO TAMKA, YOU’RE GONNA GET KIDNAPPED

Piga (Kiburi’s son): We never should have come in the Badlands

Bingwa: No guts, no glory

Piga: Are you ever scared of anything?

Bingwa: Yeah, dying alone. That’s why I brought you here

Makuu, talking about Ucheshi: We need to find my mate. I’m worried about her

Fuli: Seriously, what do you see in her?

Makuu: She makes me laugh

Human au:

Tamka: Neema, what am I gonna do to lose all this weight?!

Neema: [Stop inventing things like cheesecake pizza]

Teaching the Idiots how to act around royalty:

Mzingo: One should bow gracefully and say: “My dear Queen, how delightful to meet your acquaintance.”

Goigoi: *bows* My queer deen, how delightful to aquaint your maintenance!

If Scar met my oc’s

Scar: When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to see out of both eyes

Kiatu: Congratulations, you are as effective as pollen.

Scar: I MEAN I’m going to make you feel pain!

Nguvu: Rabies already does that. Next

Scar: You won’t be able to think straight!

Ucheshi: Try being looney.

Scar: I’M GOING TO BASH YOUR HEAD INTO A WALL!

Kifo: That’s already happened to me. Come on, be creative!

Scar: I’M GONNA MAKE YOU WANT TO DIE!

Wakali: I’m a part of Gen Z! You’re late to the party!

Scar: WHAT INTIMIDATES YOU?!

Aibu: The skinks!

The Outlanders in an escape room

Jasiri: We need to find a murder weapon. It’s been a while since I’ve played clue

Reirei: We found a rope!

Mzingo: Rope…revolver…

Kiburi: There’s a dagger…

Janja: And a banana!

Reirei: There’s no banana!

Janja: Then why did they give me a banana?

Reirei: How do you kill someone with a banana, Janja?

Janja: Maybe they’re allergic!

Kiburi: Who’s allergic to bananas?

Janja: Lot of people

Mzingo: Name one

Janja: NO

The Outlanders in an escape room part 2:

Janja: Alright, fellas! I want you to spread out and look for clues

Chungu, Cheezi, Nne, and Tano: YOU GOT IT, BOSS!

Janja: Now get to it!

Cheezi: Janja! I found a door, Janja!

Janja: That’s a good report, Cheezi!

Chungu: *on the floor* Janja! I found the floor!

Janja: That’s terrible! Get off of that!

TLG writers: Have you ever heard the sound of a snake falling into lava?

Us fans: Uh uh

Writers: W O U L D Y O U L I K E T O???

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,031

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

Tag!!! (You're it)

@thegirlinrainbowsworld

[aaeeart]

I feel guilty about this one :')

Wanna read something evil? Read the fanfic under the cut!

New addition from the Inquisitor Kanan AU, this one is from Fortress Inquisitorius and will have some unsettling stuff (Fallen Order and Rebels were mean to captured Jedi and so am I), like you know, torture. Just fyi if you don't approve, don't read 😄 I'm posting these excerpts randomly so far - no reading order yet, take it or leave it >:)

But for some quick info, you know what this is, the jedi gets snatched, Empire is mean, the jedi is sad.

Kanan flinched awake, a dream in his head quickly dissipating leaving behind confusion and a gradual understanding. He was in a dimly lit cell in an uncomfortable interrogation chair he had occupied since his arrival at Fortress Inquisitorius. Still bound from his chest to legs, still just as much hopeless as he has been before he finally fell asleep.

His gaze fixed on the opposing wall, his features contorting as he struggled to control the tightness in his facial muscles that lingered from the fading dream. Though the specifics eluded him, he could recall the Ghost and his crew engaged in conversation, a stark contrast to his current reality. The dream had offered a temporary respite, only to further accentuate his misery upon waking.

Lost in his thoughts of the elusive fantasy, Kanan became aware of another presence only when the purge trooper made a sharp movement to his right. The trooper stood by the red barrier, assuming a stance that suggested he was surely due to be changing shifts soon.

A mischievous grin formed on Kanan’s face as he spoke, his voice laced with mockery and a touch of wonder.

„You know,“ he taunted, relishing in the opportunity to undermine the trooper’s intimidating facade, „I’ve encountered more fearsome guards at a droid spa. Straight backs and all that, you know?“ The trooper’s shoulder twitched in response to the prisoner’s remark, prompting him to adopt a more rigid and militaristic pose. Kanan chuckled inwardly, thoroughly amused by the trooper’s reaction. „Honestly, they'll have anyone guarding important people these days, wouldn’t you agree?“

Seething with anger, the trooper clenched his fist, but before he could formulate a retort, an urgent beeping emanated from his wrist com. The trooper’s helmet crackled with a distorted voice demanding his presence elsewhere. Casting a – Kanan imagined a resentful glare on his undoubtedly ugly face – at the jedi, the trooper reached for his belt pocket and deactivated the red barrier with his key card, leaving Kanan alone once more.

In the ensuing solitude, Kanan took a deep breath, attuning his senses to the surrounding environment. Though meditation proved challenging within these confines, it still offered a means to gather strength and fortify his resolve. As he struggled to calm his racing thoughts, a traitorous voice whispered in his mind, sowing seeds of doubt and despair.

"Hera didn't come for you," the voice insidiously murmured. Kanan bit his lip, determined to silence the treacherous inner dialogue. "They left you," the voice persisted, its relentless persistence threatening to erode his resolve. Frowning, Kanan pushed back against the voice, "I'm at peace with my choice." he whispered to himself and let the bubbling anger cool off. "They're safe. They're alive."

The truth of his words resonated within him. He knew deep down that he would feel it if something had befallen his crew. Besides, the Grand Inquisitor would undoubtedly relish in taunting him with such information. The Inquisitor rarely left the moon anymore, especially not since a few days ago, when apparently Lord Vader himself gave his dark side puppets the order to break their new toy.

It turned out a new jedi came to Lothal. Ahsoka Tano. The realization brought a mix of glee and apprehension. Ahsoka was a legend among the padawans, Kanan recalled, the student of Anakin Skywalker.

He supposed it only made sense she survived the Purge. She left the jedi order near the end of the war.

"Fulcrum," the Grand Inquisitor had revealed during a previous encounter, his words still reverberating in Kanan's memory. "She is the one you've been receiving orders from." The revelation had shocked Kanan.

He spent so much time thinking he was the sole survivor and yet...

"You really didn't know," the Grand Inquisitor chuckled. "How dissapointing. And how inconsiderate of your captain, don't you think?"

Kanan felt a little betrayed at the thought. Did Hera know Fulcrum was a jedi? The Inquisitor picked up on the hesitation in a split second and tried his best to exploit it.

But he left the cell as frustrated by his failure to make Kanan succumb to his emotions as he did any other day, while Kanan, if he ignored the fact he wasn't escaping any time soon, or that his body felt like it could crumble to dust with each blow, slash or surge of electricity, he felt victorious as he smiled each time the Inquisitor lost patience and left.

Ever since Ahsoka's appearance however, his situation had deteriorated. Before, Kanan had endured each painful day with the belief that death would soon claim him due to his perceived uselessness. Now, he found himself staring into an abyss of uncertainty. He was not to be killed; he was to be broken, molded into one of the Inquisitors. Kanan understood the reason behind this decision—his connection to his crew and their association with Ahsoka made him the perfect bait.

"There is no hope," the small voice persisted, its insidious tone causing Kanan to sigh heavily. He raised his gaze toward the ceiling, fighting against the frog in his throat. The sounds outside his cell abruptly captured his attention, diverting his focus from the haunting voice within.

It couldn't be... Stretching out with his senses, Kanan sought the familiar Force signature amidst the suffocating darkness, but..

Ezra's voice, filled with determination and defiance, echoed through the corridor.

"No," Kanan whispered in disbelief and lost focus as thick fog of panic overwhelmed his senses.

No. No no no.

"You will take me to Kanan Jarrus." Ezra's voice commanded sharply.

"That won't work on us, kid." A cold answer from a trooper.

Then an amused laugh from the Grand Inquisitor. "You will see your master soon enough."

The heavy doors swung open, revealing the Grand Inquisitor and the troopers. Ezra's eyes widened as he spotted Kanan, his voice filled with relief. "Kanan!"

The Grand Inquisitor's sly smile twisted into a mocking grin. "Ah, Kanan Jarrus, our heroic Jedi master. Your padawan has been quite resourceful, breaking into our secured facilities to find you."

Meeting Ezra's gaze, Kanan saw relief flooding the young boy's face, mingled with a sense of urgency.

A surge of pride and concern welled up within Kanan. Ezra's gone to such lengths to save him? Doubts flitted through his mind, but the profound connection and familiarity that flowed between them dispelled any skepticism as their eyes locked in a steadfast gaze.

Fear consumed Kanan's being as desperation laced his voice. "What are you doing here?" he pleaded, struggling against the restraints that held him in place.

Ezra made to move towards Kanan, but the two Purge Troopers grasped his arms and held him back.

The Grand Inquisitor's voice dripped with sadistic satisfaction as he walked closer to Ezra. "Unfortunately, Kanan, your apprentice's bravery comes at a price," He paused and extended his hand towards one of the troopers and the armored soldier placed his electric baton in it.

Kanan growled urgently, his body contorting in a futile attempt to break free from the restraints, but he only managed to bruise himself.

The Inquisitor smiled and activated the baton. He spoke to Ezra. "It looks like your master doesn't wish to save you, boy."

"No!" Kanan yelled when the dark sider raised his hand. With a swift motion, he struck the boy, causing him to stagger and cry out in pain. In that moment, Kanan's crumbling walls collapsed, his heart overriding his logic with a single desperate goal.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left within him, Kanan broke free from the chair, and hurled the Grand Inquisitor together with the Purge Troopers aside as he rushed toward Ezra. But as Kanan reached out to embrace the boy, his arms closed around empty air.

The illusion shattered before his eyes, leaving only a haunting void.

The Grand Inquisitor's laughter echoed through the cell.

Realization washed over Kanan like a chilling wave. He had been played. The weight of his failure settled upon his shoulders, crushing his spirit and extinguishing the fight within him.

Before Kanan could react, the Grand Inquisitor exerted a powerful Force push, slamming him against the cold floor, rendering him motionless once again. The Inquisitor knelt beside him, his gaze burning with sadistic pleasure.  

"Come now, Kanan," the Inquisitor taunted, his voice filled with malice. "Where's that charming smile of yours?" Kanan fought to calm his rapid breathing, his lips trembling into a thin line. The metallic scent of the cell invaded his nostrils as the Inquisitor continued to press him down.

He lost. He did exactly what the Inquisitor wanted and expected. He suddenly noticed how cold he felt, as if he just emerged from an icy pond…

In a moment of overwhelming vulnerability, Kanan flinched as the Inquisitor activated his crimson lightsaber, bringing it dangerously close to his face. Heat emanated from the blade, uncomfortably close to Kanan's skin.

A hand landed on the side of Kanan's head, tugging at his hair, still tied in a ponytail. The grip tightened, digging into his skin as the Inquisitor forced his head up, drawing it nearer to the blade.

Leaning forward, the Grand Inquisitor hissed into Kanan's ear, his voice laced with triumph. "You see, Kanan," he whispered, relishing in his victory. "You are not special. Everyone breaks within the walls of Fortress Inquisitorius, and you are no exception. You're just like the rest of us."

He let him go and the two imposing Purge Troopers forcibly lifted Kanan from the ground, dragging him back to the interrogation chair, strapping him in once again.

The Grand Inquisitor approached Kanan, his eyes burning with a sadistic fire. "Use the dark side, Kanan," he demanded, his voice dripping with malice. "Free yourself and embrace the power that awaits you."

Kanan clenched his jaw, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve and loathing. "No," he declared, the simple word filled with defiance.

The Grand Inquisitor's face twisted into a cruel smile. He retrieved the electro baton and pressed it against Kanan's chest. Agonizing pain coursed through his body and he screamed and the longer the pain lasted, the more did the scream sounded like an agonized wail followed unwittingly by tears. From the pain or for the shame of how easily he let himself be tricked, for himself...

The Inquisitor removed the baton.

Kanan took a long desperate breath, shaking from exhaustion. The Grand Inquisitor gripped Kanan's chin, his grip tightening with every word. "You are a fool, Kanan Jarrus," he sneered and forced the jedi to look him in the eye. "You will break, just like all the others, it's only a matter of time. And when you do, I will revel in your defeat."

He let him go, tossing the baton aside, waving his hand towards the electric torture device connected to the chair itself.

The excruciating pain wracked Kanan's body, his screams reverberating through the walls of the fortress.

TBC...