#and it was during the clone wars when the only connection to where she came from got obliterated 🥲

[imogenkol]

🌌 IMOGEN KOL — (star wars universe)

[motherofdogs1010]

A Jedi in Arrakis (Paul Atreides x Reader)

Summary: While on the run from Empire troops, Jedi padawan Y/N comes to find out that hyper-driving in a compromised craft can have some major setbacks when she discovers not only is on a new planet but a whole new galaxy as well...

Warnings: jedi!reader, eventual 18+, NSFW, angst, fluff, eventual smut/pinv!sex, oral sex, talks of questioning the Force and teachings, more to come as story progresses

A/N: Like Ahsoka, I left Reader to have white, which means they are neutral and I feel Anakin would have taught any other padawans to be neutral when it came to the Force. The type of lightsaber Reader has for any photo reference is the same type Darth Maul has!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Part II

She had e/c eyes that looked at him softly as she laid beside him; the white silk she wore over her body showing the curves she possessed as she reached a hand out and caressed his cheek.

"Paul", she softly said, her skin tanned and soft.

Her hair fell around her and framed her face as she blinked.

"Paul..."

Her voice lulled him before he heard a humming, a buzz of electricity coming to light before a white light took over, shielding him from her...

🪐

In a galaxy far, far away...

Hands gripping the steering wheel of her craft, Y/N looked at the controls to see if hyperdrive was even possible and saw that it was not yet as she dodged another Imperial craft shooting at her.

"BB, you better hold onto your metal butt", she called out to her robotic companion.

BB-1 was a BB prototype similar to the R2-D2 design with the little robot being circular and having a teal color scheme; she heard the little robot let out a squeak as it rolled to secure itself to something.

Y/N hadn't thought of the Empire being on Dantooine but she thought wrong; she had been sent there by her Jedi Master, Anakin while Ahsoka (her fellow padawan/classmate) was sent to assist in the Clone Wars on the field. This intel was supposed to be useful to the Rebellion against the Clone War and Y/N knew if she was captured, that could only result in terrible things.

"BB", she said as she dodged a meteor in their path. "Connect to the database and upload what we got then delete everything."

BB let out a little beep followed by a whirling noise before getting to the task as she saw the Storm Troopers still on their path.

It was an agonizing five minutes of waiting for BB to upload the data, hearing an excited beep from BB as she had just winced as their craft was hit with another beam from the Storm Trooper craft just as she saw that hyperdrive was possible as the system alerted her of all the damage.

"Alright, BB!" she said, looking over her shoulder. "Now really hold on to your metal butt! It's going to be bumpy!"

BB let out a whirl of noises just as she hit the button for hyperdrive...

Her head was pounding as heard BB's concerned noises before she heard the beeping of the ship and opening her eyes with a gasp and looking around, it all rushing back to her of the system failure during hyperdrive, her trying to navigate as they were descending fast onto an unknown planet.

"Hold on, BB", she said, "let me... let me grab my-"

She grasped at her side where her lightsaber was clipped as she un-clipped herself from her seat, standing up as she winced from the headache; BB came towards her and beeped, Y/N patted its round little head as she went to the door of the ship, hitting the button to open it but saw wouldn't budge.

With a sigh, Y/N went to where her supplies pouch was and making sure she had plenty of water and food before activating her lightstaber, its white energy glowing as she stuck it into the metal of the door, doing her best of welding it open.

And with success she did as she managed to budge the door open to show a endless desert with hot air that hit her in the face; it reminded her of Tatooine with its similar landscape except she would say Tatooine had more rocky structures than this place.

"Where are we, BB?" she voiced as she stepped out.

The sun was hot against beige tunic and she frowned under the force of the heat, looking at BB before putting her hands on her hips.

"I guess let's do some exploring, huh?"

🪐

It was hard walking through all the sand, making sure she didn't stumble as she walked. And it was pretty boring considering there was just sand and oh, more damn sand; she wondered why it looked like the sand glittered at some points as her and BB continued their journey before her eyes widened at the sight of a large machine that reminded her of AT-AT Walkers except this one was larger in width and was... digging into the sand?

Either way, that had to mean that people were around as she began to jog towards there considering that it was so close.

BB rolled easily over the sand as they heard the sound of aircrafts and looking up, she saw two that resembled a bug, a dragonfly really. It hovered in the air as if it was looking over the machine and she squinted as she looked before beginning to feel the ground begin to shake violently to the point that she was knocked over.

Looking around, her first thought was a Nightwatcher worm and she looked at the machine as she begun to run with BB following closely; she held her lightstaber in her hand, her pouch bouncing as she ran with all her might to the machine.

Paul watched as the dust cloud grew as the sandworm quickly approached the Harvester, his father arguing that it was better to save the men on the Harvester than prioritize the Spice.

"Forget the Spice, we need those men", Leto argued and Paul's eyes squinted as he saw two figures running towards the Harvester.

"Look there", Paul pointed, his father leaned and looked.

"It's a girl and a... robot?" he said.

A.I. and anything of that nature had been banned in the Empire since the great war against A.I. so many centuries ago so it was curious as to who this was.

"How many men are on that?" his father asked.

"21", Shadout responded. "23 with the girl and the robot."

"We can only carry 6 on each ship", Paul mentioned.

"We'll make it work", his father confidently said.

🏜️

She was right that machine would draw in people as it was being evacuated as the sandworm was coming closer. BB was squealing as the sandworm was hot on their trail before she panted, "Go, BB! I'll hold it off!"

BB squealed and she said, "Go! I'll be there too!"

Turning around, she panted as she sucked in a breath and held her hand out, focusing her mind on the Force and its power as the creature closer. She felt vindicated as she saw the creature hit a invisible wall, panting and sweating as she held back the creature, the heat exhaustion getting to her as she tried her best to keep the creature back as black began to spot into her vision.

Suddenly, a hand gripped her shoulder and she looked to find two men: one around her age with handsome, pale features and dark curled hair, and an older man with greying hair.

"Come on, follow us", the older man said, she nodded.

With a final push of the Force, she ran behind the men onto one of the ships, stumbling but gleefully cheering once she saw BB there, who twirled in happiness and squealed.

"BB", she said, the robot rolling to her and she hugged it. "I told you I'd make it."

BB let out noises and she laughed.

"You understand that?" a man asked.

"Don't you?" she asked as she stood. "Where am I?"

"You're on Arrakis", a older man with thick dark hair and a facial beard said. "I'm Duke Leto of House Arrakis and this is my son, Paul. Do you mind telling me where you're from?"

"Arrakis? I've never heard of it", she mumbled, "I'm Y/N L/N from Naboo. What star system is this?"

"Canopus", Leto said and Y/N's eyes widened. "Where is this Naboo? I've never heard of such a planet in the Empire?"

Y/N now realized where she was as BB let out a concern noise. They weren't just in an entirely different solar system, they were in an entirely different galaxy...

[gatorbites-imagines]

Anakin flirting with m reader and ending making out? Pls

Anakin Skywalker x Male reader

Headcanons

You are a non-jedi general during the Clone wars, cuz yall lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.

This turned out a lot sweeter than i had planned ngl.

You were a general during the clone wars. You weren’t anything special, you couldn’t use the force, you weren’t from some rich or special background, your name didn’t carry any weight. The only gift you seemed to have, was your inability to be affected by the force. All in all, you weren’t anything to write home about.

Of course, that’s also what made you so damn useful in your role. No one kept an eye on you, everyone underestimated you, you could get away with so much because to most people in charge, you didn’t exist. You not being able to be manipulated by the force, also made you extremely skilled in what you did, without anyone seeming to notice.

Your feat of climbing the military ranks in leaps and bounds only got you mild acknowledgments, and a handful of attempted manipulations from some people in power. But when they realized you didn’t bend, but you weren’t important enough to get rid of, they left you alone.

At 22 you had reached the rank of senior general in the republic army, placing you above even a good chunk of the jedi you fought against, which was also why you had been placed with the 501st, to apparently teach their general the basics.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had both been unsettled by the fact that they couldn’t sense you in the force the first time you met. Every being, even the nonliving, had a presence. But you didn’t. it was like you didn’t exist.

That took quite some time to get used too, especially to someone as force sensitive as Anakin. But over time you two started getting along, and though it took him some time and a lot of grumbling, Anakin did learn quite a lot from you.

The flirting had been subtle in the beginning, or as subtle as Anakin could be. From getting your help on reports and readings he just “couldn’t understand”, to getting you to help him stretch after he had spent hours going through his katas.

You weren’t oblivious, you couldn’t be with the life you lived, so of course you noticed his attempts at flirting. It was endearing in a way. To see someone who was supposed to have no connection to people like that, seem so drawn to you.

It also left you feeling uneasy in a way, as you had never really had much time to relationships or even flirting for that matter, having spent all these years making something of yourself.

Alongside the flirting you two became good friends, and you had even signed yourself up to stay with his platoon, even when your training was done. This was also where you learned he had had a thing with Padme, but they realized they were better as friends a while ago.

When you shared your own lack of experience, it seemed to boost some of Anakin’s confidence, seeing as you both were on new ground. And like with anything else, he took to it with gusto.

The fact that you never turned him down or rejected him, sometimes even laughing and playing along, only made Anakin try even harder. It was cute, to see him trying his best to woo you in a subtle and less noticeable way, seeing as he was still a jedi and it wasn’t actually allowed.

The 501st knew though. Of course they knew, and when Ahsoka came around she figured it out very fast, and she most likely took up the role as hype man and background support.

Your flirting became part of your dynamic, it was just something that you two did, which to outsiders was just seen as banter to keep the spirits up.

It also didn’t go past flirting for a long time, seeing as you guys were always surrounded by people. And being besides Anakin didn’t let you slip into the shadows like you were used too, since he would glow so brightly.

The need for privacy was what had you two slinking off to the side during one of the nights in camp, the platoon having settled down on a planet and waiting for their next orders. Anakin and you had decided to wander off, settling somewhere nearby, but far enough away to get some time alone together.

There might also have been a bottle of alcohol in your coat. It was nowhere near enough to get either of you drunk, especially with the force helping clear it out of Anakin’s system quicker than average folk. But it was enough to loosen up and get comfortable.

Your normal banter of flirting was constant, but as the buzz settled it became something softer and somehow hotter, the feelings growing thick in the air and noticeable enough that even you, who was as force sensitive as a rock if not lesser, could sense it.

Anakin must have made some corny pass at you, that cocky grin on his lips and his hair brushed back and out of his face, letting you truly see his handsome features. Something came over you, later you would blame the force, but it just felt right.

Leaning in and closing the gap between you seemed to have shocked Anakin, his eyes wide before he seemingly melted against you, arms wrapping around your neck and torso and pulling you even closer.

The kiss was far from the most skilled or pleasant, but your shared lack of experience was fully made up for by enthusiasm.

Anakin would pant and grunt as the kiss turned steamier, lips parting and tongues rubbing together, spit gathering at the edges of your mouths and a line of drool running down his chin. His eyes were shut tightly in concentration, his brows furrowed and hands grasping as your coat.

You had no idea how long you two were laying there, kissing like two lovesick fools from some romance novel. Hands were grasping and exploring, but never going further than that. Now wasn’t the time to go any wilder than what you were doing, but the possibility of it was enough to make the kiss even better.

When you pulled away, Anakin leaned after you with a soft noise, bottom lip pouting out and red from the insistent kissing, his eyes cracking open to look at you with the softest look you had ever seen from him.

“Not all of us can hold our breath for hours” you snarked with a soft chuckle, since you knew he could, thanks to the force. Your jedi grumbled, but tucked his head under your chin, still clutching you close and brushing his lips against your neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while, just holding onto each other. You found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, Anakin almost arching into the touch like an affection starved tooka, a sight that only made you smile more.

“I like you a lot” he mumbled, glancing up at you through his lashes with that insistent determined, but somehow still soft and warm look in his eyes. Just seeing him like that made you wanna kiss him again, to devour him whole.

“I think I like you too” you replied, an upwards tick to your lips as you pulled him close again. Even without the ability to feel the force, you could still feel it flare, like the sun rising in the morning. It would be no surprise if Ahsoka knew exactly what had happened, and the padawan would be confronting you guys about it later.

But right now all that mattered was laying there with Anakin, and maybe stealing a couple more of those deep insistent and longing kisses, since he sounded so pretty when you did. You guys could deal with everything else later.

[questforgalas]

Random clone and padawan headcanons

I will die on the hill that every padawan was extremely connected to/close with their clone battalion

Certain clones have closer bonds, but every clone trooper saw anywhere from a child to barely teenager standing in front of them on their Venator and went “protective instincts initiated”

Ahsoka and the 501st are the closest only because Anakin encouraged they interact with the men as if they were troopers and not their commanding officers whenever not in a professional setting (think missions camps, off duty, in transit to missions). This helped Ahsoka acclimate because it reminded her of the crèche days and the bond she formed with her crèche mates

With that said, Rex was fondest of Ahsoka (big bro mode activated double time when he saw a child standing in front of him) but she and Fives together were his biggest headache

Cal was a babay when the war started so the 13th battalion, yes respected him as their commander, but their relationship was much more "little bro surrounded by 100s of big bros" (with how young Cal was, I firmly believe he rarely saw the field)

Cal loved to watch the clones train, and once and awhile they'd let him join in on their sparring. Due to the fact he was maybe 100lbs wet, they'd go easy on him, but it was the highlight of Cal's day

Caleb/Kanan wanted to be the cool commander so badly. Like so so so so badly. During down time, you'd find him in the mess hall with a group of clones around him while he told what he thought were his coolest stories or about all the cool things he's done on Coruscant (Depa Billaba would never admit it, but she enjoyed coming to the mess during these times and oh so casually correcting an over-embellishment of Caleb's like oh interesting she doesn't remember him pulling off a double flip she remembers him face planting in the temple fountains, but maybe that was another time. Caleb gives her the "mom stop embarrassing me in front of my friends" look and she laughs to herself as she walks away)

To help pass the time while Jaro was leading a campaign on the ground and Cal was on the Venator, Cal and the clones not involved in the battle would play a version of hide-and-seek. One time Jaro came back from the battle to a bunch of sheepish clones admitting they had no idea where his padawan was after they'd been seeking for him for over an hour. That's when they learned Cal can fit into spaces previously thought only a mouse could access

Ahsoka was a very curious teenager who loved to learn. Much to Rex's chagrin. After Christophsis, back on the Resolute on their way back to Coruscant which was a day or so journey, Ahsoka followed Rex around asking a million questions about life on Kamino, their training, what it was like growing up surrounded by the same face, who his favorite trooper was, who his favorite Jedi was, what his least favorite part of the ship was, etc.

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 5: Insight

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

Master List of Chapters

Another mission, another risky departure. This time, the hyperdrive wasn't working, and as a last resort, Tech asked Vel for help. Once again, she came through, in another impossible situation. The team was amazed at her mechanical knowledge. As soon as they had a break between missions, though, they had their orders to drop her off. But she had so much knowledge. All mechanical, delivered dryly and peppered with laments about her now-useless status to both the Bounty Hunter's Guild and the Jedi Order. After much deliberation, the team asked her to stay, as a ship mechanic, until she decided where she wanted to go.

At this point, it had been long enough that she agreed, having grown accustomed to the ship's little nuances and quirks. But it came with one stipulation: she wasn't to be a prisoner anymore. She had no reason to turn against them and she was grateful for their help, though still hopelessly jaded about her future and resentful about her past.

She fashioned some makeshift quarters in the hold, still dark but better than bars and a stark cell. She had no personal items except a pouch with some credits, a basic medpack, and the multi-use weapon that Crosshair had relieved her of upon her capture, which wasn't returned to her just yet. The ship was under constant need of repair or maintenance, so she worked frequently alongside Tech, as well as the others, depending on what was needed. She was quiet and efficient, grateful for the lack of conversation when she assisted Hunter or Crosshair and chagrined at the constant questions and thoughts that accompanied any project with Wrecker.

Tech, however, was hard to discern. He spoke factually -- only when needed and immediately applicable. He did sometimes tend to explain a single topic in far too much detail, but she found it preferable to any questions or conversation directed at her, so she didn't make any effort to stop it. She found her interests piqued at his different approaches to certain processes, and they both shared an endless curiosity for the various intricacies of the galaxy.

They spoke of past missions, of their childhoods and experiences. Vel divulged bits and pieces here and there, and Tech began constructing a mental map of her story. Born on a lush forest planet, she was taken to the Jedi temple as a youngling when her Force abilities had surfaced, but throughout the Padawan training, it became painfully apparent that she was insufficient.

"Diplomatically dismissed," Vel said, rolling her eyes and waving the spanner in front of her, "Although I'd just call it what it is -- I wasn't good enough."

Tech remained silent, considering the ramifications. He was lying flat underneath a control panel, welding some rough edges while she rerouted the wires to avoid damaging them. "I went back to my dad, but he had moved to Corellia," she continued. "He tried to hide his disappointment, but it was apparent. So he thought he could make me the best mechanic in the shipyard instead. He hired me out as an apprentice to every specialist he could find. I worked during the day and studied in the evenings." "It sounds quite intensive," Tech responded, momentarily pausing from the flying sparks in front of him. "He was trying to do whatever he could to make me useful," Vel answered, her voice tight to conceal the deep pain. Tech remained silent, keeping his thoughts to himself, partially due to the emotional precision required and partially due to the discomfort of the situation. He lifted the face shield to rest atop his head, patiently awaiting any further revelation.

"Anyway," Vel continued, clearing her throat and regaining an air of carelessness, "It was never enough. I made him so much money, got him known throughout the system for ship modifications, but I made one small mistake on a Techno Union transport, and he kicked me out."

She shared the story factually, as if it meant nothing to her, but the constriction in her throat was unmistakable. "His own daughter -- imagine that," she said, returning to her work with a clenched jaw. 

Tech felt deeply unsettled, not having much training on this sort of situation. He racked his brain, searching through the literature and studies he had consumed regarding human interaction and family dynamics before settling on his best attempt at encouragement: "The hardcell-class interstellar transport was a notoriously unique model, especially since it did not use conventional repulsorlifts for flight but opted for--"

"--rocket propulsion for atmospheric and stellar travel," Vel interrupted, "I know... Now."

"Ah," was his only response. He regarded her for a moment, and considered returning to his welding, but felt a compulsion to try again. He considered what she had shared, noting her body language, and decided on a different approach. 

"I am sorry that your father failed to exhibit the loyalty one would traditionally expect from a birth parent," Tech said. "I would posit that it had more to do with his own ethical shortcomings than your perceived incompetence. If I had been born in the traditional human method, I would likely feel similarly disenfranchised by a lack of a secure attachment."

Vel didn't expect to laugh at this, but a chuckle burst out nonetheless. First of all, she had never expected to be sharing her aches and pains with a random clone engineer, and second of all, she had never guessed she would be comforted by a factual analysis of her developmental psychology.

She looked at him, staring solemnly right back at her without a trace of sarcasm or judgment, and couldn't help but smile. "I don't even know what to say to that," she said.

"No response needed," Tech responded matter-of-factly, pulling his face shield back down and returning to his work. Sparks began to fly again, and not just in the literal way this time, yaknowwhaddimean? ;) 





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[clonemedickix]

OC General Lara Lin with Captain Rex.

Time for a little sizzle.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Adult Content | Sexual Content | Under 18 ABSOLUTELY DNI

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media TypesThe Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. TolkienGame of Thrones (TV)Star Wars - All Media Types

Relationship: CT-7567 | Rex/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: CT-7567 | Rex (The fanfic has many more but in this snippet, only The Captain)

EXCERPT:

Lara sighed and started to unbuckle her armor. If she had to start working on that mountain of crap on her desk, she wanted to be comfortable doing it. She removed her bow and quiver, then lifted her great sword and sheath over her head, placing them on the bunk. She then took off her chest plate and shoulder guards as one piece, setting them on the bunk temporarily. The bicep guards and gauntlets slid off her arms with some effort, as they were fitted to her, rather than secured with buckles or snaps. Down to her mail, she removed her sword belt with the short sword and dagger carefully. She heard Rex approach from the office and knew his eyes were on her as she pulled the mail off over head, leaving her only in her black breeches, boots and a thin shirt beneath the mail to prevent chafing. It was thin enough to be translucent, and showed her body beneath, her breasts confined in a sports bra for support during fighting. She carefully placed the mail over the clothes tree, setting the armor over it as a layer and then hanging her sword belts, great sword and quiver on the tree as well. Her bow she leaned in the corner, then she turned to face her captain.

Rex’s mouth had gone dry as he watched her remove her armor. There was something so glorious and almost holy at watching her get undressed, even though she was still mostly clothed. He longed to touch her skin, run his hands down her frame and feel her muscles, the way her body moved. When she turned to face him, his eyes met hers and he quietly slid the door shut behind himself, sealing them off from the rest of the small quarters. Stepping forward, Rex carefully reached his hands out to touch her face, pulling her in so he could kiss her lips. For someone as tight and lithe as she was, she was surprisingly soft and smooth. Her lips were no different. She kissed him back enthusiastically, savoring his touch, the feel of his mouth against hers. Rex felt her mouth open slightly, the tip of her tongue brushing his bottom lip, and he jumped at the opportunity to deepen the kiss, meeting her tongue with his, tasting her, sliding over hers with his own. His hands moved down her neck, over her shoulders and to her sides. Having her there, in his hands again, was like coming home. He felt whole, just holding her, kissing her, even if that was all he got out of this experience.

They kissed until they had to come up for air. Lara reached down for the hem of the gauzy shirt and lifted it over her head, dropping it to the floor. She stood there in her sports bra and breeches, the lines of her body on display for Rex. She knew he’d always liked her in her tight pants, and tall boots always made a woman look elegant, whether they were worn from work or shiny and new. Her body was covered in faded battle scars, so many that she didn’t remember where they all came from. They covered her skin like a road map, shiny pale lines leading here and there, the history of her countless years of warfare. Rex knew they were there. He’d traced them many times before while lying next to her, wondering what stories they were connected to, how she had survived some of them. She was an immortal, he knew. The only thing that could take her life was a battle against her most ancient enemy, who was supposedly imprisoned for eternity and not a threat. She could give her life to save others as well, a permanent sacrifice if needed. He was thankful that sacrifice had never been required. Still, the scars were impressive, and sobering. Rex’s body wasn’t pristine; he had his own scars to bear. Seeing her remove her clothes for the first time had been eye opening for more reasons than just lust.

Lara felt Rex’s hands slide up and down her sides, moving to glide over her back and then holding her close, tightening on her like a band. She reached up and started to remove his armor, dropping the pieces to the floor on top of her shirt. She was always annoyed at the time consuming activity it was, getting clone armor off. It was all separate pieces, more so than hers, and then at the end of it you still had to remove their body glove. The worst tease EVER, like having a Christmas package that some particularly hateful parent wrapped in 7 layers to slow you down out of spite. She got his armor off to expose him to the waist, pausing then to pull him close and continue the kissing. Rex suddenly felt spurred on, needing to get her clothes off and next to him on the bunk. He broke off the kiss and squatted to help her remove her boots. Tugging at her foot, she got a bit off balance and whooped as she grabbed his shoulders for balance. “Let me sit down silly. Those don’t come off willingly you know.” Fitted tall boots were always a challenge, even when stretched to fit perfectly and worn like hers were. These boots had seen many many miles and terrain, but they were still stubborn to get off. She sat on the edge of the bunk and Rex pulled them off with a bit of effort, dropping them to the floor with two thuds. He reached to get his thumbs in the elastic waist of her breeches and worked them down over her hips, while Lara lifted herself to help. These he tossed to the corner of the little room with abandon. Lara reached up and hauled the sports bra off herself, then leaned back and jerked the covers down on the bunk quickly. She sat back up to finish getting Rex’s armor off while he unbuckled his utility belt and dropped it to the floor with all the other items. By now he was in the mood for ripping his blacks off; he didn’t want to waste any more time with clothes. Down to his own skin, he slid into the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, feeling her touch down the length of his body.

She sighed, the physical contact and warmth of him as comforting as sliding into a warm bath. He was her home, the center of her personal universe, the center of her very gravity. They lay together for a while, simply kissing and nuzzling, happy to be this close again. She felt Rex’s hand wander down her side, over her hip and down her thigh. He pulled at it slightly and she placed her leg over his hip, pulling him even closer to her body. He enjoyed running his hand over her skin, up her leg, over her buttocks, up her muscled back and shoulders. Gradually he made his way to cup her breast, gliding up the swell of it, holding it softly in the palm of his hand, his thumb grazing the nipple and feeling it stiffen. He pulled his mouth away from hers and suckled her breasts, inhaling the scent of her skin. Gods he wanted her. He wanted all of her. Lara rolled to her back on the small bunk, shifting so he could kiss her breasts, the skin of her chest, her belly. He worked his way back up to her mouth, kissing her deeply as he moved to be on top. She opened her legs for him, feeling the stiffness of his cock pressing against her. Rex didn’t waste any time, reaching down to guide himself into her. As soon as he slid home, both of them sighed in relief. Together. They were together again. Her mind raged a little, demanding to know ‘why were you ever apart?!’

Rex started to move within her, and the two of them were so close to the edge of their need, it didn’t take long for them to both reach their climax. He heard Lara groan softly, riding the waves of pleasure as he slowly thrust himself inside of her, sliding the length of his cock slowly. He wanted to feel every centimeter of her, wanted to see her face as he gave her pleasure. But most of all, he wanted to feel this base connection to her, the most elemental joining one could have with their mate. He increased the speed and power of his movement, and he saw her eyes open like a cat’s - slits of color and that ethereal light that shown in the blue when she was truly happy and content. She reached up both hands to the side of his face and pulled him down for a kiss while he worked, her tongue sliding to meet his, moving in tandem with his thrusts. They both felt the wave of completion arrive and wash over them at the same time, their cries muffled by their kiss. Rex’s motion slowed, and he slowly lowered himself to lay with her, his body both on top of and slightly beside hers, cradling her close to him. He stayed inside of her until he softened and it was no longer possible, drifting off to sleep while in her arms.

Lara held him to her snugly. God, she loved this man. Her conscience confronted her angrily as she watched him drift off into sleep next to her. ‘You left him. You were angry and hurt that he didn’t save Fives, that he couldn’t stop Fox in time, and you left him. What were you thinking?!’ In answer, she kissed his forehead and rested her own against his. I was a fool. A selfish fool. I won’t leave him like that again, ever. She ran her fingertips over his strong back and shoulders slowly, as if they were each separate data recorders attempting to catch every letter on a page. She could feel the division of every muscle, the bony processes of his vertebrae, the line of his shoulder blades. Down the center of his back to his strong hips, his muscled butt (she loved his tight butt, it was one of his best assets, she thought with a smile), his tight thigh muscles. A man’s legs, if well muscled and strapping, were always attractive. She loved to feel the ridges and planes of the vastus lateralis, the tensor fasciae, as they rose and joined his iliac crest. There was nothing about Rex that wasn’t smoldering and attractive to her. But it was the connection of their very souls that was the most beautiful, indescribable joining they had. From the moment they’d met, it had seemed their universes collided into their own singularity, and they moved through life separated from all others, in their own orbit and gravitational field. In her long life, she’d never felt a pull this strong, this bound by soul and heart, or been mated so strongly to any other creature, as she was to Rex.

Carefully she removed herself from his arms and maneuvered her body around and over his to climb off the bunk. It was absurdly tight for them to be together in it. Almost the final word of the Jedi in a lasting joke - you want to have this man in your bed? Fine. But it will be the *tiniest* bed we can manage to find. Enjoy. She moved to the bathroom of the quarters as quietly as possible so Rex could sleep, and turning slid the door shut behind her. She shut the other door as well, so that if Kenobi or Skywalker dropped by for a chat they didn’t get an eye full of Lara completely in the buff, or the naked clone commander in her bed. Lara snickered mentally at the thought of their jaws hitting the floor at that sight, though she felt like Anakin might immediately move to pour hot sauce in his eyes to remove the mental image. No cheating on Padme for him, not even accidentally. She turned on the shower to clean herself up, stepping into the warmth of the water when it was ready.

She washed herself quickly, intending to get to work on the boxes they’d so kindly left for her. Her head jerked around in surprise though, when the shower door suddenly opened, revealing Rex through the haze of steam. He stepped in before there could be any protest, pushing Lara back under the fall of water against the bulkhead wall and letting the water pour over himself for a moment. He reached up a hand to wipe the water from his eyes and then focused on her, his hands moving from her shoulders to her waist, the top of her hips. He pulled her to him, adjusting so the water wasn’t pouring into their faces and kissed her, holding the length of her body against his. Lara caressed his back, starting at his shoulders and moving down, around to his balls and his stiffening cock. “You know, I had every intention of starting to work on that pile of official garbage on my desk. You’re distracting me from doing the good work of the Grand Army of the Republic, Captain Rex.”

“Those boxes will still be there when we are done, *General* Lin. It’s been 8 months since I’ve even so much as seen you. Two hundred and forty-three Earth rotations. That is time I need to make up, Lara.”

Rex’s hands continued their journey, tracing over her body as if searching for new territory to conquer. He was hungry for her mouth, going back to kiss her for long moments, breaking only to move his lips to the side of her jaw, down her neck and over her shoulders, occasionally bending down to suck at her nipples gently. Lara threw her hands up around his neck at one point, riding the delicious currents of pleasure he was sending through her. Finally, while kissing her he ran his hands down her thighs, lifting her to sit on his hips. She held herself up, keeping her arms around his neck and balancing her weight on the bulkhead wall behind her, while she rested her legs over the crests of his pelvis. Rex wasted no time entering her, thrusting slowly but powerfully, wanting to make sure they both felt the whole of the experience again. The shower stall was tight enough there wasn’t much space for their extracurricular activities, which meant economy of motion was key. He pushed her back against the wall, one arm around her waist and a hand against the bulkhead for support. They both came quickly, being so tightly wound and physically close to each other. He held her to him for a while longer, almost as if afraid to let her go. Lara realized that was probably truer than she acknowledged - he was still stung by her abandonment. There would be so much to make up for, she thought to herself wryly.

[tommyarashikage]

37, 44, 45, 48 + Aho x Ahsoka? 👀

Cayman thank you so much for asking about them 💙 They feel so different from my other ships, so definitely interesting to answer these 👀

37.  Who tutors the other?

Depends on when you ask. Admittedly, both of them were rather conventional as padawans. But not even Aho was as wild as Ahsoka and Anakin were. Even he was like "guys. chill." sometimes, which is very unlike him lol. Though you can't really call that tutoring. However, after he's rescued from the Empire, Ahsoka helps him to find his way back to the light side. He may never fully lose his connection to the Dark Side? There will always be some remnants of it left. But Ahsoka is doing a good job of helping him recover, up to a point where he gets his playful nature back!

44. What do they love about each other the most?

For Aho it's Ahsoka's absolutely unbreakable fighting spirit. Half of her stories sound just straight up made up but he does believe all of them. Who else would duel Sith Lords and not only survive but also win if not her? Also, every time she beats one of his fellow Inquisitors he can't help but feel lowkey proud.

Ahsoka likes his wittiness and boyish charm the most. It's what had drawn her to him in the first place. They worked really well together and it was never boring with him around and it sometimes even made her forget they were in the middle of a war. Something she really missed during the Empire's reign when he was absent.

45. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

Ohh helpless? I'd say this barely ever happens until later when they're older. Comforting by using their respective love languages! Aho's are Acts of Service and Physical Touch while Ahsoka's are Words of Affirmation and Quality Time! Aho would offer to do anything to make her feel better or just be close. Surprisingly, in situations like these, he isn't very good with words. Ahsoka talks him through it. But not really about the situation but rather where he can go from here. Not to linger on the past and what could or couldn't have been.

48. How would each of them explain how they met?

So, Aho, his master and their clones were in trouble. They almost died. Then Anakin and Ahsoka came to the rescue! To Aho it was the most heroic entry he's ever seen and he swears when she superhero landed time slowed down, including an explosion behind her for extra dramatic effect. Ahsoka remembers it differently. Just another ordinary mission. Though, she still remembers how much his bright smile caught her off guard. This boy was about to die and he was grinning like an idiot.

[roughtimeminicomics]

Transformers Omnicode Main AUTOBOTS (... maybe lol)

The Main Autobots: —----------------------

Name: Bumblebee Position: Leader of the Ark Division Weapon(s): Stingers, Static Rifle Spark Ability: Electricity Sting [Bumblebee can create shields out of pure energy and release those shields as a barrage of stingers] Bio: Bumblebee never wanted to be a leader. All he wanted to be was an engineer. He even tried to apply as an engineer. But no one would take him. His altmode made him suited for only delivery runs and being a racer. So Bumblebee slogged away, taking up a job as Alpha Trion’s delivery driver, delivering notes to various Lower Senate leaders and even to High Senate leaders. But when the war started, Orion Pax assigned the newly acquainted Bumblebee as leader of the Ark Division. Bumblebee almost protested, but Orion Pax stopped him, saying that he sensed a strong spark in Bumblebee, and he was the one best suited for the job, since the Ark Division consisted of getting ships ready for launch and defending the Autobot controlled flight decks, which were severely limited. Bumblebee accepted the role then, and began to lead the Ark Division, even after Orion Pax ordered the retreat.

Name: Drift Position: Weapon(s): Twin Blades, Energon Crossbow Spark Ability: Quick Teleport [Drift can do quick and short teleportation] Bio: Drift was once a Decepticon named Deadlock. He was Megatron’s top assassin and spy, but during one of his missions, he was caught by the two Decepticon deserters, Grindor and Blackout. They took him to Bumblebee, who expressed interest in Drift’s beliefs. Drift stated he wanted nothing more than to bring peace to Cybertron. Bumblebee simply pointed to a section of the flight platform where hundreds of cots layed with Cybertronians, of all factions. It was made quite clear to Drift that Megatron had simply gone down a path of violence. Drift wanted peace, Megatron only craved violence. It was then Deadlock became Drift. 

Name: Grindor Position: Scout Weapon(s): Buzzsaws, Machine Guns Spark Ability: Temporary Invisibility [Grindor can turn invisible for a temporary amount of time. Bio: Grindor and his twin Blackout were both bodyguards for important individuals before the war. But when the war STARTED, these two were almost immediately left to die. During a raid on an Autobot Flight deck, where the main operatives of the ARK Division were, both Grindor and Blackout were shot down by anti-aircraft artillery. And Motormaster simply laughed at their supposed demise, despite Breakdown trying to get back to them. It was actually Bumblebee and Fortress Maximus that found them bleeding out, and actually helped repair them. With that both of them lost trust in the Decepticons.

Name: Blackout Position: Technician Weapon(s): EMP Cannons, Fisitcuffs Spark Ability: Total Blackout [Blackout can cause a massive EMP blast that can shutdown any and all technology not powered by a spark] Bio: TBH just read Grindor’s bio. The biggest difference is that Blackout was the one to build Grindor’s buzzsaws.

Name: Arcee Position: Speed Delivery/Scout Weapon(s): Energon Katanas, Twin Blasters Spark Ability: Machinery Connections [Arcee can connect with any energy powered machine without a form on Mentality] Bio: Arcee used to be Cybertron’s second fastest racer, behind Blurr. She always wanted to beat him, but when the war started, all of that was thrown to the side when her best friend, Cliffjumper, was badly wounded by Arachnid. While he escaped, he lost his hearing and ability to speak. So she began to hunt the Insecticon. During that time, Bumblebee, who had just been put in charge of the ARK Division was in some serious need for some scouts. And when he came across Arcee on a routine patrol, he asked for her help, in exchange for his aid in hunting down the vile Decepticon. Arcee eagerly agreed.

Name: Windblade Position: Current Cityspeaker Weapon(s): Sacred Blades Spark Ability: Energon Clones [Windblade can summon clones made of Energon. She has to be careful though, since it runs off HER Energon.] Bio: Windblade was always interested in the history of Cybertron. Its mythology, government, everything. And it was thanks to her keen eye for details that old Cityspeaker, Victorian, asked Windblade to become the next in line. While hesitant at first, Windblade agreed. Fast forward to the beginning of the war, Windblade has joined the Autobots since Orion promised they would do their best to preserve Cybertronian history, negative and positive. 

Name: Whirl Position: ARK Division Wrecker Weapon(s): Machine Guns, Great Sword, Claws, Chest Guns, Tasers on Claws Spark Ability: Aura of Devastation [An area of pure devastating energy surrounds Whirl, allowing him to to simply walk over weaker foes, eliminating them.] Bio: Whirl used to be a clockmaker, being able to escape the confines of his castate. But it was relatively short lived when Institute employees retrieved Whirl forcefully and forced him under the Emputara Process, turning him into a bloodthirsty killer. But it was thanks to Shockwave, before he was turned into the being he is now, that Whirl was able to gain more of his original memories and mentality back. Now a Wrecker for the Autobots, Whirl uses his abilities to defend those who need it, in the bloodiest ways possible.

Name: Fortress Maximus Position: ARK Division Second in Command Weapon(s): Energon Ax, Twin Cannons Spark Ability: Engulf in Flames [Fortress Maximus can engulf any weapon he holds in intense hot flames.] Bio: Fortress Maximus is one of Orion Pax’s best friends, and worked with him in the library/archives before the war. When the war started, Fortress Maximus was on the front lines, helping Orion get innocents off world before there was too much innocent bloodshed. Orion personally assigned Maximus to Bumblebee as his second in command due to Maximus’s skills as a fighter and tactician, believing the two could become quite skilled partners.

Name: Grimlock Position: Leader of the Dinobots/AR Division Field Commander Weapon(s): Chainblade (chainsaw sword), Wrist Flamethrowers Spark Ability: Berserker Mode [Grimlock can go into a supercharged bruiser state, his body becoming incredibly super heated] Bio: Grimlock is a descendant of Optimus Primal, a Maximal that served under Nova Prime. Despite this, Grimlock’s alt mode, a Tyrannosaurus Rex, connects him to the original Megatron, or Predatron. Regardless, Grimlock used his heritage to create a legion of Cybertronians called the Dinobots. While seen as an imposing and deadly warrior, Grimlock is intelligent, being a powerhouse in field combat, and his love for Cybertron’s wildlife and everyday citizens made him join the Autobots. He and the rest of the Dinobots would be charged with helping the ARK Division during the final months on Cybertron.

Name: Wheeljack Position: Lead Engineer and Scientist Weapon(s): Rocket Launcher, Taser, Brass Knuckles, Wrist Rockets, Teleporter Spark Ability: X-RAY [Wheeljack can see through any unaltered solid object including Cybertronians.] Bio: Wheeljack served as the High Council’s head Scientist. Despite all his work though, he was always seen as scrap, and was even regularly damaged by members of the council whenever he failed. Wheeljack didn’t even want to work for them, but due to his inherent intelligence, he couldn’t just up and leave. It wasn’t until the war started was he able to escape his horrid circle of life, becoming an Autobot, seeing it as returning the favor to Orion, who often saved his life after being damaged. Now Wheeljack builds the ARK Division their gadgets and weapons alongside Blackout.

[theocs-strikeback]

Created By: @asheffectx

OC Name: Shala Dan

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Species: Miraluka

Status:

Brought to the Jedi Temple too young to remember her homeworld, the Jedi Order is all Shala Dan has ever known. As an Initiate, she was proven to be a tenacious and fiery young girl and placed within Clan Dragon for her time as a Youngling. Where she was trained from a young age to use the Force and study the pillars of the Jedi Code. A dedicated student, Shala was a quick learner with an inherent aptitude for the Force beyond what most Younglings show due to her species’ use of the Force to see.

And upon her completion of the Initiate Trials, Shala was Apprenticed to Master Corsa Vonderaal when she was thirteen. With whom she had formed a close relationship to during her training, and had immediately selected the young woman as her 7th Apprentice. Shala had entered the Apprentice Tournament after her Initiate Trials, and though not victorious, her dedication and command of the Force had drawn the attention of the skilled Master. And the uniqueness of a Miraluka Padawan could not be overlooked.

Continued under the cut...

Already a unique Initiate, when granted the ability to pass from Initiate to Padawan, Shala constructed her first lightsaber: A standard hilt, with a personalized grip to insure her grip on the blade is correct without her sight, the blade a 36” plasma blade of mint green, typical for one headed down the path of Consular.

For seven years, Shala worked as the Padawan to Master Corsa, often traveling to planets where diplomacy was needed above violence. Alongside Corsa, Shala studied lore and history, a young woman of many questions and she often questioned the teachings and meditated through the Force on them to gather answers. Shala was incredibly close to her Master, perhaps the only true attachment she had formed in her time with the Jedi; taking their code to heart above most else. Corsa was strict, though fair, and under her tutelage Shala was put through grueling tasks and learned quickly. They balanced each other well, Shala’s own patient temper and deliberate actions made her a capable student and a formidable partner when it came to diplomatic relations. And due to the young woman’s deep connection with the Force, Shala perhaps taught Corsa herself, often framing her questions through it and gaining better awareness through the Force. Things that one might find impossible to get through Shala persevered and triumphed due to her unusual senses.

Master Corsa continued Shala’s training in combat through forms IV and VI, eventually Shala would come to learn Jar’Kai and add a second saber to her combat. Shala also learned the ways of diplomacy with Master Corsa, whose wit was legendary, and many of their missions involved occasions to showcase such. As such, it was heavily implied that Shala would become a Jedi Consular upon her graduation from a Padawan. And her tenacious personality manifested into keen diplomatic skill and a practiced mediator who was willing to handle even the most stubborn of politicians.

Once her skills in Jar’Kai and Form IV improved, Shala was granted her second lightsaber, a shorter blade in her off hand with a similar hilt and grip to her first. Though this time, the blade was a deep indigo blue. And hanging from the pommel of both her sabers were small strands of beads she had collected from the various planets she and Master Corsa visited on diplomatic missions; each bead a tribute to their success and a physical reminder of her path.

In 22 BBY, the Clone Wars began after the events of Geonosis and the secession of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, Master Corsa was assigned command of the 303rd Attack Corp of the Clone Army during the war. Working as shock troops and siege breakers, Corsa and Shala were often sent to besieged planets to try and broker peace on behalf of the Republic, as well as resolve conflicts during open battle. When diplomacy failed, The 303, also known as The Cyclone Crew, were quick to take down enemy lines and bring a swift end to any battle. During the war, Shala grew close to the clones under her and her Master’s command; including the legion commander Foxx (CC-2696), and troopers Charger (CT-7732), and Grift (CT-6323). Perhaps the only time she’d gotten close enough to a non-Jedi to form some attachment, Master Corsa advised heavily against it, but new to wartime, Shala found a camaraderie with the clones and they often spent what little free time there was telling tales of past missions and adventures. It was during the War that Shala demonstrated the necessary skill and abilities to begin her Knight Trials, Master Corsa had planned for the Trials to commence upon their return to Coruscant from a diplomatic mission on Saleucami.

Shala Dan, Master Corsa, and the 303 were on Saleucami during the Siege of Saleucami in 19 BBY when contingency order 66 was initiated by the Emperor. The group was in the process of cleaning up the end of the siege and preparing for Republic occupation and peace attempts with the residents when Foxx turned and fired upon Corsa and Shala. Reasons unknown, the two Jedi were attacked by their own men and fled from the battlefield. Ultimately, Corsa Vonderaal was killed, securing Shala’s escape from the clones. From there, Shala hid out on the planet and tried to contact the other Jedi on the planet for help. Only to find that they had either already been killed or were no longer contactable via the short-range transmitter she carried. Shala was stranded, seeking shelter with the Twi’lek residents on the planet until she could find a ship leaving the planet and stowaway on it.The ship would eventually take her to Nar Shaddaa, where Shala has been stranded for the better part of three years. Through rumors, Shala listened to the fall of the Republic and rise of the Empire and as the Jedi were labelled as enemies. In order to survive, Shala hid away her sabers and Jedi robes, and began scavenging on the metropolis moon. Her skill in Force-sense allowed her to quickly piece apart droids and other machines to sell parts for credits. Nar Shaddaa is a city of low repute, ruled by the Hutts. To survive, Shala found herself doing jobs that toed the line of legality, and constantly moved from place to place, while most on Nar Shaddaa paid to the Hutts in order to stay safe, Shala did her best to stay under the criminal lord’s radar entirely, as well as any potential Imperial presence. Eventually settling herself in a small chop shop for droids, vehicles, and other older pieces of machinery, Shala found herself making a living in the trade and scavenging of parts as well as the occasional weapon repair and droid maintenance all while going under the alias Cora Von Seraal.

Even as a child, Shala showed tremendous dedication and tenacity for whatever was in her path. Born blind and highly force sensitive, she also was said to be highly introspective and constantly deliberating the universe around her and her place in it. She questioned every lesson, and spent countless hours in the Archives studying the lessons and their implementation in her life as a Jedi. And while curiosity could be just as much a hindrance in her training as it was the mark of intelligence, Shala was often considered an exceptional student. Her wit became something discussed often between her teachers, and despite harsh punishment when Shala became obstinate, it continued to grow until she would often spend her lessons in politics debating the subject at hand. After being Apprenticed to Master Cora, her diplomatic acumen was put to the test, and Shala became a compassionate debater and empathic voice amidst chaos in the galaxy. Often considered the nicer counterpart to her Master. In battle, she is a deliberate and patient fighter, but also quick and trained to perform devastating blows in order to exhaust an opponent quickly. Though she is a woman who prefers diplomacy and conversation over open battle above all else, and there is little that escapes her strange yet keen senses. Shala is introspective, and spends countless hours meditating through the Force. It is here she tries to divest herself of all else in the galaxy around her, and find her sense of inner-self and being in the Living Force. It is this way that she discovered her saber crystals, her preferred fighting style, and how she exists every day. And despite her training against forming attachments, Shala cares deeply for those around her and her trust, once earned, is a strong attachment. Very few in her life have held that closeness, and ultimately it means Shala would willingly sacrifice herself for their well-being. She is naturally kind and polite, and often considered friendly if odd by most.

[asjjohnson]

I have a Star Wars AU idea where Anakin was born a clone.

Not a clone of Anakin, but Anakin as a clone. As in... Obi-Wan meets him on Kamino in episode II.

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Obi-Wan is touring the cloning facilities with prime minister Lama Su and his aid Taun We.

He's on the walkway, observing all these groups of identical people, groups of babies, adults, and all ages in between, doing things as units. Almost like droids.

Then he hears a set of echoing, pattering footsteps. He turns, and sees one of the clones, a young teen, perhaps age thirteen or fourteen, running in their direction.

The clone stops before Obi-Wan and looks up at him for a moment. And then says, "Why do you have orange hair?"

Obi-Wan, completely confused, says, "I beg your pardon?"

The clone's eyebrows furrow with childlike frustration. He gestures around them, at the groups of other dark-haired clones. "You don't look like anyone else."

"I'm not a clone," Obi-Wan points out.

The clone tilts his head to the side.

Before anything else can be said, a Kaminoan—Obi-Wan supposes they're running, but it's such a graceful movement that the term feels wrong—comes toward them.

"See-tee eight-two-one-three, please return to your group."

"My name is Anakin," the clone says with a stamp of his foot. He pouts, but obediently walks back the way he came, muttering, "I was just having fun."

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister," this new Kaminoan says, "I did not mean to cause an interruption for you and your guest."

Lama Su accepts the apology, and introduces the new Kaminoan to Obi-Wan as one of their scientists-slash-caretakers.

Obi-Wan asks, "Do all the clones have names?"

"No—they are each given a number upon production. See-tee eight-two-one-three has decided to name himself. I'm afraid his programming has a malfunction, and he may need to be disposed of."

"'Disposed of'?" Obi-Wan asks in surprise.

The Kaminoan sighs. "He does not follow orders the way he should. It's a minor defect, but may cause unwanted consequences for the Jedi after deployment."

Taun We adds, "Do not worry, Master Jedi. A very small percentage of our clones have defects, and nearly all defective clones are caught and dealt with during fetal development."

"...I see..." Obi-Wan says, a little unsettled.

He's already begun to see the young clone as a person. And he could have been mistaken, but he thought he'd felt some kind of connection through the Force when the clone first spoke to him.

So, hearing that he might be killed, Obi-Wan offers to take him. Despite them trying to talk him out of it because of the malfunction and his education and training being incomplete, and all that. He also realizes that he, as a Jedi, shouldn't be doing this, but the Force seems to be nudging him.

Later, when they're onboard the ship with Padmé—who Obi-Wan had to bring with him and told to stay in the ship—Anakin sees Padme for the first time. Anakin has never seen a female human before, and mentions her being the most beautiful creature he's ever seen (...and also asks what she is).

I'd thought of Anakin being 14 here, and Padme 24, but Anakin would grow twice as fast and catch up to his canon age in Episode III (I'd also thought of the clones' aging slowing to normal during their 20's, but I think other media has made them continue to grow twice as fast for their whole life?) Like the other clones, Anakin isn't Force sensitive (which makes taking him to the Jedi temple a little interesting).

Also, about the name Anakin, I'd thought of it being based on the number 8213, where it vaguely resembles the letters A, sideways N, I, and backwards E on a digital display. Ani: “Or the '2' could be an ‘s’,” (grimace) “but I don’t want to be called that. The '8' could also be a 'B', but Bessie’s a girl’s name." Other clone: "And Annie’s not?" Ani: "Not when it’s short for Anakin." Other clone: (nods) "I suppose that’s true."

There's more for this AU, but that scene was the only one I had written out.

[fduplegacy]

Adam got Audrey to watch star wars

He thought she'd catch feelings for either Anakin or Obi-Wan (completely reasonable).

He was caught off-guard, yet not surprised... when she developed a crush on Darth Maul. He then had the mortifying experience of seeing her with a genuine expression of devastation when he got chopped.

Season 4 of the Clone Wars got him the delightful experience of seeing her cheer for her man's return... only to turn into horror when he was actually a spider... that horror lasted a SECOND, then she said in few words... "still I'd smash"

Savage's death guaranteed a minute of solemn silence, more than HER OWN MOTHER got from her at the funeral.

The Mandalore arc had her curled up in the couch with a pillow held hostage in her arms. She truly believed that if Ahsoka and Maul had joined forces, they would've been able to stop Sidious. She enjoyed the fight regardless.

The OG trilogy was the chattiest he had ever seen her. He could see her connecting the dots in her head. Every so often she'd turn to look at him as if to say You're seeing this! We've known this! he was enamoured by her once again.

The Mandalorian was declared an official favorite of hers. He got her a baby Yoda sweatshirt and the toy... her eyes shone for a whole week. She placed the baby on the chimney... where her mother used to keep her youth pictures and her father's ashes... all of those were stored in a box in the basement. The mantle was now Baby Yoda's throne.

Season 2 had him consider a few things on his fun budget... more so when her eyes were laser focused whenever Mando was on screen... he said fuck it. I want her happy. Then went on a well-researched online shopping spree.

A week later, he walks into Audrey's room with a perfect replica of the Mandalorian's costume. "It stays on during sex" was a simultaneous sentence from the both of them. Audrey was elated when she noticed he also got a voice modulator with the helmet. (She loves his normal voice but this was GOOD).

Another week went by... he miraculously got the entire Maul face paint done before she came back from the grocery store and the post office. The bald cap with horns was a seamless thing that blended well with the face paint, and he was grateful that "It stays on during sex" happened again, since he had just painted his face and not his entire body.

Audrey was very very very happy for a long while. And the Mandalorian cosplay got more than one use...

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Losing A Son, Gaining a Grandson (Natasha Romanoff X Son!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader)

Characters: Natasha Romanoff X Son!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Spoilers to Endgame(slight plot change), death, mourning

Request: Male reader (who's Natasha's son/clone) x Wanda Maximoff and during infinity war Nat didn't survive the snap but Wanda did and tells him that she's also pregnant and they have twins boy and girl (u pick the names) and during endgame reader goes to get the soul stone with Wanda and sacrifice himself for it and after the fight Wanda tells her about what he did then she tells her about their kids and when Nat sees them and the boy also looks like him when he was a kid and she lives with them now

Natasha had been looking around desperately on the battlefield for you. The battle had been won, and now that everyone could breathe, she needed to find you. When she didn’t immediately see you, she went to find Wanda, your girlfriend. She spotted her, stood alone, looking down, still and unmoving, though she was staring at nothing but rubble. “Wanda?” She called, Wanda looking up at her. Natasha could see the dread build up in her eyes with her tears, and she felt her heart stop. “...Is he…” She asked, scared to say the word, though Wanda understood. She nodded, walking over to Natasha and hugging her tightly. 

Natasha hugged her back in shock. When? Where? Were you buried in the rubble? Was it an accident after the snap? It didn’t feel real. There’s no way you’re actually dead, right? “We had to go get the stones.” Wanda told her, still hugging her. “We were sent to get the Soul Stone… one of us had to sacrifice our life to get it… He… he pushed me down and then ran for the ledge.” She explained. 

“That sounds like something he’d do…” Natasha smiled, before she broke down crying, the girls comforting each other. 

You were Natasha’s son, the reason she had tried her hardest to fail her exams in the Red Room so she had time to give birth to you, and she did, though she had to give you up immediately. As soon as she got out, and she began working for Shield, she tracked you down, finding you hadn’t been adopted yet, and she immediately came back for you. Luckily because of how things worked out, you were only 5 when she got you back. She kept you away from her work, similar to how Clint had done, in fact you spent a lot of time with the Bartons, though both Clint and Nat taught you how to fight and such growing up, so when you became old enough, you chose to be an Agent for Shield just like them. You were Wanda’s age, so when she joined the group, you two immediately connected, and Natasha was barely surprised when you two started dating, in fact you two had been growing strong for years, even when the Avengers essentially split into two groups and fought each other. 

“What do we do now?” Natasha asked Wanda as she finally pulled away from the hug. 

“Me and Y/N got an apartment together… you can live with me.” Wanda offered, and Natasha nodded, agreeing with the offer. 

After everyone else was sorted, and the tidy up had been finished, it was time for Tony’s funeral. Natasha was beside Clint as everyone was getting prepared and the last of everyone was arriving as Morgan and Pepper watched the projection of Tony that he’d prepared in advance. Natasha heard the sound of a car pulling up, and she glanced back, seeing it was Wanda, though instead of heading straight to her, Wanda turned and went to the backseat door, opening it, and then Natasha saw the two children young children crawl out the car, each taking Wanda’s hand. Natasha took a deep breath in, and Clint saw her reaction and turned as well, seeing Wanda with the two, who were very clearly twins. One boy, one girl. Wanda walked over with them, seeing a sheepish and sad smile to Natasha. Natasha gathered herself enough to smile, kneeling down to the children’s heights. Wanda did so as well. 

“Alia, Pyotr, this is your Nanna Natasha, do you remember me and daddy tell you about her?” Wanda asked the twins, who both nodded, before they both hugged Natasha. She wrapped their arms around them tightly, before letting them go. 

“Nathaniel’s over there, why don’t you go play?” Clint asked them, and they nodded and rushed off. Natasha kept her eyes on them as they went. They both had features of you, especially your son. Pyotr looked exactly like you did at 5 years old. She knew deep down that those features weren’t going to change, and when he grew up he’d be a spitting image of you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Natasha… I found out about my pregnancy right after the snap… we named Pyotr after Pietro, and Alia after you, since your middle name is Alianovna… Clint kind of beat us to it to name them Pietro and Natasha.” Wanda told her, nudging Clint a little. 

“Don’t be… I’m so proud of you.” Natasha assured, hugging Wanda. “Did you two get married?” 

“He wanted to wait until you were back…” Wanda explained, and Natasha sadly nodded, before looking back at the twins. “Quite the shock those two… at first we just thought we were having one, but one week the doctors said it was a boy, then the next week a girl… it wasn’t until the pregnancy was almost over we found out it was twins. Y/n spent the entire night cursing as he rushed to buy another cot and a bigger buggy.” Wanda told her, and Natasha broke into a laugh, imagining her son doing just that. 

“I wish I could have been there…” Natasha commented. 

“Well good thing that he came up with the idea to record almost everything after the snap and put it on a disk so you could.” Clint commented. “He recorded and documented everything. The scans, the pregnancy, their first moments in the world, their first words, first steps… everything.” 

“We can watch them when we get home.” Wanda told her. Natasha nodded. Home. Home with Wanda, and your two beautiful children. It felt awful that you’d not be there to watch them grow up… but Natasha knew that they’d be in safe hands with Wanda and herself watching over them, and she already swore to herself that she’d be there for them, and protect them, and do you proud. 

“Yeah… I can’t wait.” 

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THE SULTRY SITH (#122, JAN 2011)

Cunning, devious, and more powerful with the Force than her Sith masters could have foreseen, Asajj Ventress’ time has come with an epic storyline in Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Insider explores the origins of this infamous Star Wars character, and meets the actress behind her latest incarnation. Words: Jonathan Wilkins

ORIGINS OF ASAJJ VENTRESS

The distinctive look of Asajj Ventress came from early Attack of the Clones sketches by Dermot Power, who—along with concept artist lain McCaig—explored a number of female Sith Lord concepts. As the script changed, this direction was abandoned and Christopher Lee was cast to fill the role of Darth Sidious’ new apprentice, Count Dooku. McCaig and Power’s concept sketches were filed and eventually used as the basis for a new villain that was needed for the Clone Wars micro-series in 2003.

The name Asajj was inspired by the character Asaji from Akira Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood. Ventress originally was going to be named Juno Eclipse, but she underwent a name change to make her sound more villainous. The name Juno Eclipse was eventually given to the female co-star of Star Wars: The Force Unleashed and its sequel. Ventress was first voiced by Grey DeLisle in the 2003 Star Wars: Clone Wars micro-series. Actress Nika Futterman took on the role in the 2008 Star Wars: The Clone Wars movie and the subsequent TV show

WHO IS ASAJJ VENTRESS?

Although not officially a Sith apprentice, Ventress is well-trained in the Sith arts by her master, Count Dooku. Alluring, cunning, and fiendishly clever, Ventress takes sadistic pleasure in tormenting her victims before killing them. Using her exotic magnetism, Ventress often distracts her foes before dispatching them. She carries twin-curved lightsabers, given to her by Dooku, that connect to become a double-bladed weapon. A flamboyant Force user, Ventress uses telekinesis and Force speed during combat, as well as the gravity-defying Force jump. Her skills with the dark side include the use of the Force grip, and the ability to control others’ minds.

 Actress Nika Futterman has played the role of Asajj Ventress since 2008’s Star Wars: The Clone Wars movie. “I just assumed she had a difficult childhood!” she tells Jonathan Wilkins and James Burns.

Asajj Ventress has grown even more powerful in the Sith arts since we last saw her. Have you approached playing her differently this time round?

Although she’s back and more powerful, to me she is still the same person as she was before, and I’m playing her from the same place.

What are the challenges of playing Asajj Ventress?

I think the biggest challenge has been figuring out who she is. We didn’t know a lot about her originally. The writers were creating her character as I was playing her, so I was coming from the same place as the audience, and asking, Who is she? I didn’t want to play her just as a one-note character, because she does have a big history, and I knew we would explore that further down the line.

Were you aware of her back-story?

I had no idea about her back-story. The progression of the series is top secret, even to the actors! I always felt very free playing her, even when I had no idea where she came from. I just assumed she had a difficult childhood, and that led to her feeling that she needed to prove something. Powerful people tend to come from backgrounds where they are making up for things they never had, searching for power, because they’ve always felt powerless. Learning about her past only strengthened the direction in which I was already heading. Nothing surprised me in the storyline, it just showed me my instincts were correct.

Is evil fun to play?

Evil is the most fun to play! For me, most of my work is for kids shows and it involves playing funny and happy characters—so evil is the complete opposite of what I usually do.

Asajj has an all-new look this season. What do you think of her new threads?

I had no idea she had a new look. Like everyone else, I was psyched she got a new outfit!

Do you feel that she’s a tragic character in a way?

She’s essentially punished for being too good at what she does. I don’t consider Asajj to be tragic. I think if I played her with a sense of tragedy it would indicate there’s no hope for her future. It would leave no sense of promise in her being. I still believe she has a chance of moving towards the light. She just needs to be given the chance. As for her being punished for being too good at what she does, you have to hate the game not the player! And she can certainly handle the haters!

Do you empathize with her at all?

I completely empathize with Asajj. She’s basically walking the galaxy alone, used, and misunderstood. She’s lost all she ever cared about, and now the only thing that drives her is revenge. I think she’s gotten to the point where she believes feelings mean weakness, and that’s really sad.

Does she recognize the dark side in Anakin?

I haven’t seen anything in the show yet that indicates her seeing Anakin’s dark side, although at some point I know it will be impossible for her to not see it. Darkness sees darkness!

Would Ventress’ actions make a formidable Sith Master?

Asajj is certainly capable of anything. Whether she curbs her anger is yet to be determined. Revenge can get in the way of anyone becoming a Master.

What’s the most satisfying thing about playing Asajj Ventress?

It has to be her multiple layers. She could just be a kick-butt, sexy character, but she’s also got a history and intelligence and most of all, shows no fear. Playing someone with nothing to lose leaves open endless possibilities. It’s fun playing a part that I haven’t fully figured out yet. This season is the first real exploration into why Ventress is the way she is, and it’s really compelling!

What’s the secret to being a great voice actor?

I think the great voice actors are the ones with the greatest imagination. Unlike being on camera, you actually have to imagine your environment. You also need to have a range where you can play somebody who’s two or 92 years old, so listening to people and being able to imitate them is very important.

Do you have a favorite piece of Ventress merchandise?

It’s always incredibly exciting when one of my characters becomes an action figure! My favorite has to be my LEGO figure! That makes me feel like I’ve made it—the Asajj Ventress LEGO figure is just too cool!

Do you think Asajj could take down Ahsoka?

Oh yeah, definitely [laughs]! Asajj is very powerful, but Ahsoka’s got so much heart, and she cares so much. I think it would be a great fight. We’ve seen some of it, and I think there has to be more.

 Other Futterman Favorites!

Like many in the cast members, Nika Futterman also provides voices of other characters. Remember Shaeeah in “The Deserter”, and Chi Eckway Papanoida and TC-7 in “Sphere of Influence”? They’re all voiced by Nika Futterman!

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I Failed Everyone. I Failed You.

(^^these are related to the fic^^)

HAPPY MAY 4TH EVERYONE

In celebration, I decided to write this random idea I had literally just last night (right before I wrote it. I wasn't even planning to write last night 😅) Anyways, I thought we could use some Obi, even if he isn't going through entirely good times. With me, I had to end it on a lighter note so sad Obi doesn't necessarily last the whole time.

Pushing this aside, happy May 4th everyone.

May the force be with you, always.

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Summary: After Order 66, Obi-Wan has to go and deal with Anakin. Taking place after the duel, he comes to you for support but, as the next hours go on, you're the one needing comfort.

W/C: 2.2k

Warnings: Mention of flame boy, mention of mass death, character death, angst, Obi being a sad boy

The threatening shades of red and orange accented by the black, soot covered ground would’ve frightened him in any other situation. Even the locals had an unwelcoming presence as they floated over the molten lava, gathering Maker knows what.

Now, though, he was more focused on a different fear that had come true. The order was destroyed, his friends turned on him, he failed Anakin. Obi-Wan Kenobi had failed one of the people he strove to do only good for.

Instead of his true duty, he had just battled his closest friend. His brother. His son. The one other he cared and watched over not because his master had told him so, but because he felt inclined to. There had been something in Anakin that peaked something inside of him that drew him to Anakin.

What good was he if he failed everyone he ever loved? First, Qui-Gon, then so many others. Even people who had just been there that fought by his side or died to save him. Then there was this current moment. He had failed to see how the war was a fool’s game. The person leading it was really on the enemy side and let his true colours show in a drastic change.

Obi-Wan had failed. He had even failed you. Compared to you, Obi-wan knew so much more about what was truly going on. Had he seen how overly fond the Chancellor was for Anakin, even you were suspicious. Yet, he didn’t act on it soon enough.

Due to this, you were caught up in Anakin’s tirade before it turned into the battle he had endured. You had come with Obi-Wan hoping that you could talk him back. Anakin always did have a strong connection with you. He had told Obi-Wan at a point that he looked to you as a mother figure, a role model.

It almost worked, too. It was almost as if something snapped in Anakin as you tried to step closer. All you wanted to do was embrace him and tell him how it would all be okay even after what happened with Padmé moments before. That’s not how he saw it. So, he had used the force and threw you against the ship, rendering you unconscious.

Being protective of both you and Padmé, Obi-Wan tried a last ditch effort to try and talk Anakin down. Despite being known as the ‘Negotiator’, his negotiating skills greatly lacked compared to yours. He had failed your mission to bring him back to the light.

With everything, it led to him watching as he was burned alive, almost pleading for help. Instead of listening, he turned away, unable to watch.

The image was sure to haunt the rest of his days as he walked back to the platform with Anakin’s lightsaber. Before this had all happened, he was able to check to make sure both you and Padmé were still alive. Thank the stars that you both were. He could only hope the baby was alright.

When it came to you, he was relieved to know that the one person he loved most dearly was alright, considering. You would’ve been the last straw had Anakin killed you.

Even in this time of pain and grief, he couldn’t help but be amused at the thought of how, not only did Anakin see both you and him as parental figures, but the two of you had really been together the whole time. Whether Anakin knew or not, the two of you raised him like your own because both of you knew that you couldn’t actually have a child of your own. So, Anakin played that role.

That was why you were so adamant on trying to talk him out of it. Unlike Obi-Wan, you refused to raise a hand to Anakin. Obi-Wan wouldn’t have either, had he not almost killed you and his own wife who carried his child. It repulsed him.

As he neared the platform, fear filled him at thinking something may have happened while he was gone. Did clone troopers arrive and find you here? He didn’t want to think about it, partially because, at this point, he would just give himself up to it.

Stepping up the platform, intense relief overtook him when he saw you with your back turned to him. You only turned when both R2-D2 and C-3PO had greeted him.

He didn’t need to say a word for you to know what happened. Why else would he be carrying the lightsaber? Although you hated that it happened, you couldn’t blame Obi-Wan at all. His pained expression showed how heavily it weighed on him.

Obi-Wan didn’t stop when the droids met him. Instead, he kept his path to you until he was in your arms. The tears that he had just wiped away now mixed with the ash on his face once again as he buried himself into your neck. One of your hands easily held the back of his head while the other gently rubbed his back.

As you held him, your own tears filled your eyes. You were unable to bring Anakin back. You had lost the closest thing you had to a son to the dark.

“I’m so sorry,” Obi-Wan said, barely coherent through his cries. “I-I failed him. I failed you.” Just his voice wrenched your heart as his pain was so prominent.

His words pained you in a way that they never have before. In your mind, he didn’t fail you or Anakin. You were just as much to blame. As was everything else in and around your lives. That wasn’t what he needed to hear, though.

“Shh, it’s alright,” you said quietly into his ear. To further comfort him, you traced delicate circles in his hair. “You didn’t fail me and you definitely didn’t fail Anakin. There’s no way we could’ve known that this is what was going to happen.”

“But-”

You cut him off, “No,” you said firmly but stayed soft so you could comfort him further. “You taught him well. The rest were his decisions. We couldn’t force his path, Obi.”

Carefully, you moved his head so that you could look him in the eyes, cupping his cheeks with your hands. The usual soft, caring blue was now dimmed with pain and grief. Although that’s how you felt, you tried to remain strong on the outside. He didn’t need how you felt added to his own emotions.

“Come on,” you said gently, “Padmé is inside. We need to get her into medical care.”

Slowly, Obi-Wan nodded and you led him inside by the hand that didn’t carry the lightsaber. When you walked in, you left Obi-Wan by Padmé’s side as you went to pilot the ship off this dreary planet.

-

“Twins?” you exclaimed when you heard the news. You, Yoda, and Obi-Wan all glanced at the other when the medical droid told you this.

“Go. By Senator Amidala’s side, you should be,” Yoda told you when you had looked worriedly at your friend. The fact that she was dying hadn’t quite settled in just yet. Instead of voicing this, you nodded to Master Yoda and quickly made your way to Padmé’s side.

Out of pure instinct, you grabbed her hand.

“Y/N,” she said weakly.

“Shh, save your strength. You’re about to have a couple little ones making themselves known,” you said with a slight chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. To your relief, she let out her own laugh.

The rest of it was all a blur. Padmé’s tight grip on your hand was merely a reminder that you were still here. It was a reminder that these may be the last few moments you get to spend with her.

At a point, you had looked up to where Obi-Wan was watching from the other side of the glass. Trying to be brave, he offered a small smile in comfort. It did help a bit before your attention was drug back to the situation as the grip on your hand was tightened.

Once both Luke and Leia were born, Obi-Wan joined the room and held Luke as you held Leia.

When you looked down, Padmé was smiling at the two babies that the two of you held. Then it fell. “There’s good in him,” she whispered, breathing deeply. “I know… I know there’s… still…” and she faded.

Obi-Wan looked as desolate as you felt. Other than the two of you, there was no one else. Sure, there was Yoda, but relationships with him weren’t as deep as with everyone you’ve lost today. Now, you and Obi-Wan were left with the children of your closest friends.

-

Later, after your discussion with Yoda and Bail Organa about what would happen with the children, you were watching the twins in the nursery through the glass wall. So many thoughts were running through your mind, the most prominent being what would happen with you and Obi-Wan.

During the meeting, the relationship you had with Obi-Wan no longer needed to be hidden. Even though Yoda already had known for years, he was open to what the two of you had to say. This was all to lead up to the point that the two of you would take Luke to his family on Tatooine and, together, you would watch from a distance.

Your thoughts now were about how the two of you would stay hidden with this duty. You thought about how this all would affect the next days, months, stars, maybe years. Would this plague both of you for the rest of your days? Would this draw you apart? Would it bring the two of you closer? Would you finally start the family the two of you wanted?

“Darling?” Your racing mind was interrupted as you heard the familiar voice. Turning to it, you saw Obi-Wan’s worried gaze. This time, it wasn’t because of everything else that had happened. It was a worry for you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, quite…” you trailed off as you looked back to the two newborns.

Seeing your gaze, he immediately knew what you were probably thinking. He stepped up to you and pulled you into his embrace as he placed a kiss to the top of your head. What you needed was comfort, and that’s exactly what he was going to do.

“Don’t worry, Darling. This won’t pull us apart, I promise,” he said reassuringly.

As he held you, an idea popped up in his head. It was something he continually thought about, but never was able to do. There was so much that he could finally act on that was once held back due to the code. Now, he could tell you and ask you everything he wanted to for so many years. Especially with this idea now.

“Y/N, darling?” He moved slightly back so that he could look into your eyes. The troubled look that he saw in your eyes earlier was now dimmed down and was replaced with the usual fondness he loved to see. “To prove this, I want to ask you something.”

Confusion suddenly took you over. What could he ask that would prove to you that nothing would happen? That is until he started to sink downwards. He kept going until he was kneeling, looking up at you and held one of your hands in his. The whole time, he didn’t remove his eyes from yours.

“This has been something that I’ve wanted to ask for so long. I haven’t been able to before, but now I can. Y/N, will you marry me?”

Overwhelming happiness threw every thought from everything from the last twenty-four standard hours. It was the first time you truly smiled for days, maybe even weeks. It rendered you speechless as this was a day you thought you’d never get. Eagerly, you nodded your head before pulling him up to kiss him. The first time you would share a kiss without the fear of others catching you.

“I love you, Obi. So much,” you said, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you too.” Obi-Wan lifted a hand to your cheek and traced small circles with his thumb. Although the reasons that made this moment possible were horrible, he basked in this small thing that helped both of you forget. This was well needed for now. “Maybe we could finally start the family we’ve always fantasized about,” he said while bringing his lips to your forehead.

You pulled your head away, but didn’t move away from his hold. “Really?”

“Really. Those dreams can finally be a reality.”

Without any more hesitation, you kissed him once again. There will be much to overcome, but you’ll have each other to work through it. You’ll have the other to comfort the other. Eventually, you’ll have another that will make you want to be better.

Then, you knew that Obi-Wan hadn’t failed you and you hadn’t failed Obi-Wan. Even though you both lost your closest friends, and you may have failed so many, you hadn’t failed each other. And in this blissful moment, that’s all that matters.

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Chapter 33: Contentment

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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A gentle breeze ruffled the waves of Vel's hair across her face, blurring her vision of what lay before her. She knew there were plenty of planets that she'd never heard of, but how a place like this had remained off the radar, she didn't know. Bendego was relatively small, with geography that ranged from snowy peaks to verdant valleys covered with a plethora of flora and fauna of every possible shape, size, and color. There were rivers everywhere, running down from the mountains through lush forests and grassy plains, all the way to the sea where it joined the sparkling blue waves and disappeared into the horizon.

It had been an agricultural farming community for generations, made up of a variety of sentient species that were mostly human or humanoid in nature. They held a deep respect for their planet and lived in vibrant harmony with it, cultivating it and caring for it to the best of their abilities and appreciating the beauty and sustenance it produced. Technology was minimal, yet the towns scattered across its surface worked in diligent cooperation and always had precisely what they needed to enjoy a simple, fruitful life. There was a prevailing spirit of contentment and curiosity, propelled by the bountiful resources that seemed to evolve and change regularly.

Tech had not only thoroughly researched all of the options but had somehow communicated with local leaders to secure a variety of potential careers and regions on the planet that would be attractive for each member of his family. They'd arrived to a warm welcome and had spent a number of days exploring the entire planet, visiting towns and villages with different needs, environments, and structures. As Tech had predicted, there was a fitting place for everyone, and since the world was so much smaller than most they'd been to, it was a short flight even between villages on opposite sides of the planet. With the war coming to a sudden end and the complete uproar in the Core Worlds, there was plenty of military equipment that no one was paying attention to, so the cargo ship and handful of LA-ATs that came to Bendego with the clones weren't missed.

"What do you think?" Tech asked, coming to stand beside her, following her gaze. They were standing on a grassy knoll at the edge of a village, watching the sun dip below the mountains. It was an older star than the ones that illuminated many of the other planets they'd been on, resulting in a larger, more reddish glow when it kissed the horizon each day. The atmosphere here was also a little thicker, and clouds of virtually every color were always dappled across the sky, impossibly large and fluffy. Grassy hills rolled away from them in gentle curves until they reached the forest that nestled along the base of the mountains. A large river wove its way through it all, continuing past the village until it disappeared out of sight.

"This entire planet is incredibly beautiful," Vel breathed, tears springing to her eyes unbidden. From Corellia to Coruscant, she'd spent most of her time on industrial, urban, gray planets, yet her heart had always yearned for nature. She'd held it in her heart from childhood, soaking it up whenever she could, and now, on a world where there was nothing but vibrant life in all directions, she felt as though her chest were about to burst.

"It appears to have an emotional effect?" Tech observed, ending with a question in his tone to invite her to share. She brushed the backs of her hands across her eyes quickly, turning to him with a closed-mouth smile.

"Overwhelming joy," she identified. "Disbelief. Awe. Excitement. Contentment. A nagging, foreboding sense that this cannot possibly be real... And yet undeniable evidence all around me that yes, it actually is real."

"That is an impressive variety of feelings to experience simultaneously," he responded, stepping closer as some of his "research", namely an archaic romance novel, popped into his mind. He gently turned her back to face the view, snuggling his torso against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. His armor was safely tucked away on the ship, and he'd even relinquished his lifelong hold on the black base layers in favor of a simple, cream-colored henley shirt and dark brown pants. The utility belt was a permanent fixture, however, containing a variety of pouches and a holster for his blaster. His sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, and Vel relaxed her head against his cheek, heart thrilling as she caressed his forearms and relished his snug embrace.

"You are amazing," she murmured, feeling his chest swell a tiny bit at the praise. "I can't believe you found a place so perfect for everyone." She drifted off, considering all of the areas they had visited. They had talked about building a life together, but it had seemed hypothetical and distant. Now, the potential was staring them in the face, but neither had made any deliberate invitations or comments about it.

"I have something to show you," Tech said quietly, pressing a kiss to her hair as he pulled away, holding out his hand for her to take. They began a leisurely walk through the meadow, following a small path that looked as though it had been worn by the deer-like creatures that frequented the area. There was barely enough room for them to walk side by side without the soft grasses brushing their calves, but when the river came into view, it widened as it followed the curves of the bank. Passing into the trees now, the fading light was beginning to make it difficult to see.

The rushing water provided a soothing background hum to the sounds of the birds coming out for the night and the wind rustling through the tall trees. The ground was soft underfoot, and Vel's senses were delighted with the cool evening air, the scent of wood and earth, and the lushness of the forest all around. The warmth of Tech's hand around hers made it all that much better, and she gave his hand a squeeze of appreciation as they continued. He seemed to know where he was going, and this time she didn't question it, having been so enthralled with his stargazing surprise.

After another minute, a faint glow appeared, and Vel furrowed her brow, squinting a little in the dim light to better see what it was. Old habits stirred up a sense of fear in her, but as she took a deep breath and Tech cast a quick glance at her, she realized there was no need for that here. The dense trees opened up into a small clearing, where a quaint cottage came into view, warm light pouring from its windows and casting a golden glow all around. Lazy wisps of smoke drifted up from the stacked-stone chimney, dancing in the dusk until disappearing into the tree canopy.

Tech stopped at the foot of the stone stairs that led up to a small wooden porch wrapping around the front and side of the cottage. He turned to face Vel, taking both her hands in his, and met her gaze with a soulful expression in his amber eyes.

"I... apologize... if I have overstepped," he began, and her mind was racing as quickly as her heart was pounding. "But I took a calculated risk based on all the data I could consider." He swallowed, looking down and brushing his thumbs across her knuckles before continuing. "The villagers here are working to create a central ecological database. They have been compiling their information by hand. They expressed great interest when I suggested some methods to streamline the process and organize the material more efficiently."

Vel's eyes were wide, fixed on his with eager hope. It took all her patience to avoid blurting out questions that she knew he would soon get to. But she felt as though her entire life were about to fall into place. Finally.

"I immediately thought of your delight on Kashyyyk, and the way the geological cache and arboreal variety seemed to captivate you so... It brought you to life in a way that I have not yet seen anything else even come close to. I thought you might find great joy and lasting fulfillment in such an endeavor, and the comfort and location of this dwelling only solidified my inclination."

"Tech. What are you saying?" she asked, shaking inside as she smiled broadly at him.

"This is your home, if you wish to accept," he said finally, a softness in his eyes. "I believe you will be... happy... and that is my utmost priority."

"But..." Vel hesitated, considering a significant piece of missing information that brought her down from her euphoria for a moment. "Just... my home?" She shifted on her feet, tilting her head at him with the further questions remaining unspoken. A tiny smile danced at the corners of Tech's lips, and he heaved a great sigh.

"It would appear that this is the only living structure currently available in this area," he said slowly, slight twitches betraying his effort to keep a straight face.

"Tech..." she prodded, squeezing his hands and pulling him closer, arms now resting straight to where their hands met below their waists. "You're toying with me."

"I would never," he said flatly, biting his lip and dropping his eyes to the side. He seemed to be mulling something over. He took another deep breath and lifted his head back to hers, resolute now as he gazed into her eyes. Vel had been about to tease, but the intensity of his face stole the words from her mouth. His chin dropped a bit as he cast a glance to her lips, tilting his head slightly and leaning in to share an unfathomably tender kiss. He lingered for a moment before pulling away with a satisfied hum.

"Vel... While I have suspected it for quite some time, it is impossible to quantify and therefore entirely subjective in measure... It is also not at all within any realm of the purposes for which I was created and engineered, and yet it appears to be a human experience of which I am capable... Not only capable, but... assuredly entrenched. We are all starting over, in a way – crafting our lives from the basest elements. And while there are many factors that are both necessary and desirable, there is only one upon which I wish to build."

He gently dropped her hands from his own, moving instead to settle one on her hip and to affectionately caress the side of her face with the other. She closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds, leaning into his touch and committing his words to memory. It was as though she could hear what was coming, and she wanted to soak up every single moment of it.

"I love you," said Tech, voice suddenly quavering a tiny bit. "I am in love with you. I love almost everything about you."

Vel laughed, happy tears crowding her eyelashes again. "Almost? That's fair..." She felt her heart swell in her chest, completely enamored with his eternal factuality.

"Inaccuracy is not permissible simply for the sake of emotional effect," Tech murmured, bringing his forehead an inch lower, his nose nearly touching hers. "Therefore, considering the magnitude of both my commitment and connection to you, I would be most honored if you would allow me to make your provision, your safety, your fulfillment, and your happiness my utmost priority."

"I don't even know what you're asking, but that sounds fantastic," Vel giggled, her voice a broken whisper as a single tear escaped down her cheek, brushed away gently by his thumb. She looked up at him, enamored by the complete fullness of his presence. He was both intentional and vulnerable, leading and inviting.

"I am asking you to build a life with me, together in this home, upon the foundation of a mutual love we share for one another. That is, if it is something you hold–" Now it was her turn to kiss him, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling him against her as much as she could. She pressed a smiling kiss to his mouth, breathing heavily through her nose from the absolute thrill that was cascading over her.

"You have my whole heart, Tech," she said against his lips, her voice pitchy and breathless with emotion. She felt him smile against her as well, and his arms wrapped around her shoulders firmly, turning his head to the side to hold her close in a warm embrace. She could feel his heartbeat through his shirt, pressed against her own, and she cupped the back of his neck, caressing it with eager fingers. When they separated, cheeks flushed and eyes brimming with emotion, he gave her a small nod, taking her hand and leading her up the steps to the cottage. He touched the doorknob and paused, looking back to her.

"You didn't exactly say–"

"I love you!" she exclaimed, being unable to do anything else but laugh. She was in complete bliss, and the way his face reacted to her proclamation was yet another image she wanted to treasure forever. It was a mixture of relief and gratitude, affection and excitement, and finally settled into a simple, peaceful smile.

"Excellent. I believe you will enjoy what awaits us inside."

"I believe I will." 

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Family Ties

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Summary: After getting captured by Moff Gideon and his hoard. It's down to Selia and Grogu to get Din out alive.

Characters: Din Djarin, Selia Djarin (Sister/ Reader), Grogu, Cara Dune, Greef Karga, Omera

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Torture, Medical procedures, Angst.

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Your plan had taken three weeks to execute.

It had all started when you and Din had met on the planet Naboo.

He'd not even been aware of your existence, having believed that both his parents had perished during Clone Wars when he was a child. Little had he known, his mother had survived and had been three months pregnant at the time. After successfully managing to hide from the droids, your mother had saught passage off of the planet she'd called home and settled on Naboo, then spending the rest of her days trying desperately to seek out her son.

She never found him.

The connection between the two of you had been instant. The moment you gave him your name he knew who you were. Knew you were the sister he'd always prayed for as a child and it hadn't taken much convincing on your part for him to let you come and his only condition was that you take care of the unusual green child that had come to be his son. What had saddened you, however, was that even though you were his flesh and blood he didn't show his face to you. Too dedicated to the creed to allow his last living relative to set eyes on him.

You'd been with him less than a week before everything had gone wrong.

The day you arrived on Nevarro was the day you were captured by Gideon and his hoard. Taken to a remote base, far from the town that had been your intended destination and when you'd come to. You found yourself and Grogu alone in a dimly lit cell. Din nowhere in sight.

So that's how you'd found yourself sneaking through the dark halls of Gideon's base, Grogu tucked inside your cloak as you made your way to the exit you knew of. They'd allowed you walks during the day, something that had confused you at first but you supposed that they did it to keep you compliant. Was no different to a jail. Through your walks, you'd come across where they were keeping your brother. You'd heard his screams. Seen his bloodied form through the small barred window that looked into his cell. They'd stripped him of his helmet, his armour, his identity and it had broken your heart to see the Mandalorian being reduced to nothing more than a whimpering man. So you'd devised a plan to get the three of you out, but you knew you'd need help. You had to get Grogu to safety and come back for your brother, no matter how much it pained you to leave him behind.

You'd tried to escape the second day you were there. Making a run for it after using a move Din had taught you to incapacitate your security detail. You'd made it to the hangar before they had caught up with you, dragging you to Din's cell where you were forced to watch him get tortured within an inch of his life. You'd sobbed as they had gripped your hair and pulled your head back roughly so that you had no choice but to watch them punch and kick and slice him until his body could no longer take it and he passed out. So you bore your time, learned their routines and waited for the opportune moment. Then finally it came and you weren't going to waste it.

They'd been testing on Grogu too. Taking him in the mornings and returning him a night weak and exhausted. It broke your heart to see the child that way, his usual bubbly personality taken away and replaced with someone sad and displaced. You were surprised to see the hangar relatively empty, timing it perfectly with the new rotation of Stormtroopers starting your shift. So you easily managed to sneak over to one of their speeders, mounting the bike swiftly and speeding out before any of the troopers noticed.

You made it into town in no time, eyes wild as you pulled up at the building you knew to be Greef Karga's office. Dismounting the bike, you practically tumbled through the door and everyone leapt up at your sudden arrival, blasters drawn. Ready to shoot at a moments notice.

"Who are you?" Asked Greef, his timbre deep as he eyed you suspiciously.

"Selia." You panted, the adrenaline coming from escaping that base finally wearing off.

"That supposed to mean something?" Asked Cara sarcastically, one brow quirking at you.

"Selia Djarin." You elaborated and everyone's expressions changed "Sister of Din Djarin." You paused, finally having a handle on your breath "And I need your help."

"With what?" Greef pushed, his brows knitting together as he shared a look with Cara.

"We arrived three weeks ago to meet with you only, we never made it." You started, voice starting to tremble as you spoke "We landed a little outside of town, Din not wanting to draw attention to himself after his last visit. We were ambushed on the way here and taken to a base not far from here. They tested on Grogu and they're torturing him. I managed to get myself and the kid out but we need to go back for him. They'll kill him."

"That base is supposed to be abandoned." Stated Cara, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Well, it's not." You confirmed, "They're clearly laying low but there are at least a hundred or so troopers there."

"You should stay here with the kid." Piped up Greef, raising his hand when you shook your head in disagreement "You've been through enough. Cara and I will take a handful of my best guys there and we'll get him out."

"But-"

"I swear to you I won't let him die." Greef assured you, his face stern "He is my friend. Our friend." He motioned at Cara, eyes catching hers a moment "We won't rest until he's back."

"Okay." You nodded.

"I suggest you bring the Crest to town." Cara said as she grabbed her weapons "We'll need to get him off the planet as soon as we can. He won't be safe here."

"I will." You nodded, nervous at the prospect of flying your brother's ship on your own.

"We'll be back soon." Greef finished before leaving swiftly with Cara hot on his heels

...

Flying the crest had been easier than you'd thought. You'd landed it in the docking yard with ease and that's where you waited. The minutes stretched into hours. You watched Grogu sleep, still drained from the things they'd done to him. The silence gave you too much time to think. To ponder on what you might find when he returned to you.

If he returned to you.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Your skin hit the ceiling at the sudden eruption in sound that echoed through the hollow ship. You quickly lowered the ramp and stood at its apex, eyes widening when your eyes fell upon your brother's bloodied form.

"Get him inside, quickly." Cara urged, eyes wide as she looked at you.

"Din." You breathed, falling to your knees at his side when the men who carried him placed his stretched down "Oh brother, what did they do to you?"

"We drew a little attention to ourselves on our way out." Cara said, her tone a little panicked "We need to get him out of here."

"Cara he needs medical attention."

"I know." She replied as she placed a large bag on the floor, its contents making a loud thunk as they settled in place "But we can't give it to him here. It's too risky." She stated, her eyes locking with yours "I can stabilise him enough "I need you to get us to Sorga n."

"Sorgan?"

"Yes." Cara confirmed "I know people there who'll be able to help him. Plus is a backwater planet, we shouldn't draw attention to ourselves there but we need to leave now."

"But..."

"NOW Selia!"

You didn't need to be told twice.

Sorgan...

"Omera." Called Caben, his finger pointing at a familiar ship flying overhead "Is that who I think it is?"

"Mando?" She breathed, a small smile crossing her lips as she watched the ship carefully lower itself into a clearing just beyond the treeline.

"Caben come with me." She said, motioning for him to follow her as she sprinted in the direction of the ship, he heart thundering in her chest at the thought of seeing him again.

...

Cara was frantic as Din writhed on the floor. Blood was spewing from his mouth like an erupting volcano as his eyes stared up at her, filled with fear. Selia was sobbing at his side, holding his hand as you prayed to the gods to spear him.

You'd not seen the extent of his injuries when Cara had brought him on board, his body having then been covered in a shock blanket. He was a mess. He was littered with cuts, stab wounds and bruises, his stomach now black from clear internal bleeding.

"DANK FARRIK" Cara yelled, quickly turning him on his side so he didn't choke on the blood that flooded his mouth.

"What's happening?"

"He's bleeding internally." She choked, eyes filling with tears "He needs surgery to repair the damage or he's going to die."

"What about Bacta?" Surely an infusion will help.

"This is beyond the help of Bacta Selia " Cara replied grimly.

"Please." You sobbed, unable to contain your panic anymore "I've only just found him. Please he can't leave me."

~

What had greeted Omera had not been what she'd expected.

They had rushed Din to the local healer and she assisted her as she cut him open and attempted to repair the damage his captors had left. She'd also not expected to see his face. He was just as beautiful as she'd pictured. His strong jaw and aquiline nose being her favourite features. When the healer had finished her work, she'd bandaged him up and applied Bacta to the wound's she knew it would help.

Then... they waited.

They waited days for him to open his eyes.

The healer had told him his chances were slim but you sat by his side and you waited all the same. You prayed for him to come back to you but then the fever came and it came with a vengeance. It burned through him like a forest fire beyond remedy.

You sat there and dabbed his brow as he shook, teeth chattering and limbs shaking as his temperature rose by the hour.

"Come on Din." You urged, stroking his cheek with your free hand as you continued to tend his fever with the other "You need to fight this." You paused for a moment, looking over at the child who lay sleeping in Winta's arms "The kid needs you. He's... Well, he's lost without you."

Silence reigned over you as you watched him take in each shivering breath, his eyes dancing wildly beneath his lids.

"Omera seems very taken with you brother." You teased, playfully punched his arm "What she sees in you I will never know Tin can." You finished with a wink, a few stray tears slipping down your cheeks.

You rinsed the cloth in your hand before returning it to his brow, sweeping back the brown curls that clung to his face and when evening came Omera joined you, Cara at her side.

Cara signed when she read the temperature her mediscanner threw out at her, tossing the equipment in her bag with defeat.

"What is it?" You asked although you weren't sure you wanted to know.

"His fever's dangerously high now." She announced, eliciting a choked sob from you and Omera "We need to get it down before his organs start to fail."

Neither of you had a chance to absorb this information. Your attention rudely being grabbed by Din has started to convulse beside you. The three of you could do nothing but wait it out, desperately trying to stop the bile that threatened to rise up your throat. Omera held you as you watched your brother's body seizure reduce to little more than the occasional twitching limb. Blood dribbled down his chin from his bitten tongue and his body returned to its usually scheduled shivering. You couldn't stand to watch anymore. You couldn't sit there and watch your brother die. The brother you'd dreamed of finding since your mother had told you about him all those years ago.

You sprinted from the hut, tears streaming down your cheeks as you frantically searched for the kid but you were stopped dead in your tracks by his smile. There he sat with the other village kids, playing with a leather ball and laughing like he hadn't a care in the world.

A part of you wanted to scoop him up and cuddle him as you wallowed in your grief.

Another wanted to spare him the pain you felt.

You knew the latter was the right path. He'd suffered enough, he didn't need to witness his protector, his father, die before his eyes. He deserved to play like a child. Laugh like a child, because that's exactly what he was.

He was just a child.

So you resigned yourself to sitting along on the edge of the village, staring off into the distance as the sun fell behind the distant tree line. You didn't move. Didn't sleep. You just sat there until the sun rose behind you, filling the skies with a vast array of colours. You finally moved when Omera came to stand behind you, her face impossible to read in the low light of the early morning.

"Is he?..." You trailed off, unable to finish that sentence.

Omera simply shook her head, a small smile crossing her lips.

"His fever broke this morning." She announced, "He's going to be okay."

You sprinted to the hut. Bursting through the entrance and grinning when your brother's brown eyes locked with your own.

"Hey, you." He said softly, his voice a little hoarse from disuse.

"Hey back." You grinned, jumping when a pressure built around your leg and you looked down to see Grogu clinging to your boots "And hello to you too." You giggled as you scooped him up into your arms "How are you feeling?"

"Like I almost died." He joked, grinning at you as he allowed Omera to help him sit more upright.

"I bet." You replied, sitting on the edge of his bed and chuckling as Grogu practically launched himself at Din "He missed you."

"I can see that." Din chuckled, smiling as the child curled himself up in Din's side.

An awkward silence fell over you both as you watched Grogu's large eyes flutter shut. His eyes settled on you, his stomach sinking at the sight of you. Your hair was a mess and dark black bags had taken up residence under your eyes, your skin having also taken a paler shade than usual. The stress his condition had given you was evident in crack and crevis.

"You should stay here." He said, the comment taking you by surprise.

"What?"

"I can see what this is doing to you." He continued, his expression changing "This is what life with me is like. I want you to be happy, I want to get to know my sister but I can't guarantee your safety."

"Din shut up." You grumbled, scrubbing a hand over your tired face "I know what life with you is going to be like." You pause, studying him carefully "I almost lost you. Less than a month after I'd found you! Do you seriously think I'm going to let you wander around out there in space by yourself? Clearly, you need to me keep your ass out of danger."

Din chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the edges just like your mothers had. You could see so much of her in him. Her eyes, her golden skin tone and curly brown hair. You'd apparently inherited more of your father's features and it always made you sad thinking of him.

"I have no family but you left." You said, your tone becoming severe "I've been all alone since I was sixteen. Finally, I have someone... I have you." You paused, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips "It's going to take a lot more than you getting your tin can ass served for you me to leave you."

"I'm glad." Din replied, smiling sweetly at you as he shifted in his bed "And when I finally get out of this bed. I'll show you getting your ass served to you." He finished with a wink, the two of your erupting into fits of laugher.

"Cara managed to retrieve your armour." You said as you managed to calm your merriment "She's cleaned it within an inch of its life. There'll be no missing you now. A Mandalorian torch."

"Have you always been such a wise ass?" He chuckled, grinning at you.

"Pretty much." You replied nonchalantly "I prefer to just think of myself as wise."

"You keep telling yourself that." He teased, giving you a playful punch as winked at you.

"I will."

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