#dagan gera x reader

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❧ ⁖⁘⁙⁂◝ dagan gera | relationship headcanons ☆

a/n: disney works hard, but I work faster

->No matter your background, Jedi or not, the second your eyes laid on the silver-haired man out of his time, you knew something was up with him, and it wasn't just his broken mind.

->You and Cal end up being separated amidst the confusion, and you found yourself within the claws of Rayvis' boys and then Dagan Gera.

->Dagan Gera, Dagan...the Jedi from the old days of the High Republic, the peak of Galactic history. The man whose blue eyes were the calm before the storm, raging with the melody of betrayal and the sweetness of the Dark Side. One could lose oneself in his eyes.

->But you also fell to his words, to his whispers in the middle of the night, when your mind wandered away from Cal to the man who has his lips on yours. Oh, and he's so slow in a way it's cruel, and Dagan knows it, but his feigned innocence makes you almost believe that he doesn't mean any harm.

->He really, really doesn't. He's just doing what is best for the galaxy, what is best for you. Santari betrayed him, but you won't right? Dagan has worked too hard for this, and he knows all the right thing to say, all the strings to pull you more and more towards him and away from Cal Kestis and his little, annoying friends.

->Dagan may try to play sweet on you, but you can see through his flawed facade. He lacks the patience, the humility, all the traits that a keeper of the peace should have. Oh, but he's so smug about it, so charming, so...elusive. It's like you can't get enough of him, no matter how many times you try.

->You'll soon find that Dagan is a true visionary, he loves to dream of the future, but for him these aren't just mere dreams, no. They are the future, his future. On Tanalorr, he'll built a new generation of Force-Sensitives and he will bring the Empire and those who stand in his way to ash. Dagan speaks of these fantasies at night but awake as well, in front of Rayvis, in front of Cal...in his mind, this is the only way.

->Arrogant, he is. Sometimes his impatience will slip and words that he didn't mean will run past his lips and straight into your heart. It will be the first time you see the pained look in his eyes as he stares at you, shocked by his own cruelness. Of all people, he didn't mean to hurt you. He can't stand to see the way you look at him, it makes him want to tear his heart out and bloody it in your hands if it means you'll forgive him.

->In front of others, Dagan doesn't show his affection for you, though it is quite clear in the way he looks at you. The ice of his eyes seem to melt into blue stars as Dagan watches you speak, walk, or just...existing. In the private, quiet corners, he'll hold you as if the galaxy depends on it. His hand shakes as he runs his fingers up and down your spine, wrapping a slender arm around your waist to keep you close to him. He'll bury his face into your neck and breathe. He won't speak but you'll feel his Force presence surrounding you like a heavy blanket, too loud for one to ignore. But he'll never admit to these moments if confronted about it.

->Some nights Dagan will dream, and his dreams will make him wake up with a startle. He never talks about what he sees in them, but you can make out it has something to do with the 200+ years he spent imprisoned in a bacta tank. But Dagan will find his solace with you on his arms, rocking the both of you back and forth as he displays a Force trick in front of you.

->Expect some snarky comments here and there. He loves teasing you, and he can be quite mean about it too. Dagan may act superior but you know how needy and touch-starved he becomes once the two of you are away from privy eyes.

->Dagan has no shame in telling you of what happened to him, of the Council's betrayal, of Santari...but don't expect him to talk about it like a bedtime story every night. He'll say it once and that is it. But you'll find him comparing the present to the past often, of the golden days of the High Republic, of how far the galaxy has fallen.

->sometimes he wishes you were born in his time, perhaps with you by his side he would have- no, but he has seen your face before, once upon a dream...or a memory?

->Tanalorr is the future, he assures you, and once there you and him can begin working for the best of the galaxy, no matter who stands in the way.

open to requests for him or cal <3

[probablist]

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more dagan gera writings. he needs more love ☹️

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[spacemilkies]

pairing: (past) jedi!reader x dagan gera

rqt: [] yes [x] no

wc: 1.6k+

rating: mature

summary: your favorite memories of him where when it was just you, him and the galaxy

a/n: mild spoilers!! okay so for right now, i’m playing around with this dynamic as i figure out more about his character. i’ll link all the drabbles. i’m just exploring this pairing, but planning something more linear set in the game timeline. feel free to send in more prompts for me to play with!

The haze of sleep over your mind shuddered and then shattered as your own moaning roused you awake.

Each sense came to you lazily: the whisper of the sheets against your cheek, the morning light dimly greeting your eyes as they opened, the sound of your tiny gasps, the warm waves radiating through you and the hairs that stood on end in their wake.

Disoriented, you inhaled sharply as Dagan hummed to acknowledge your wakefulness, his lips against you. Your hip bones sat on his palms he held you, propped up on his elbows with his face between your legs.

“Dagan-” you whined, voice cracking with sleep.

“Good morning, little one.”

More humming vibrations shot through your clit and up your spine, Dagan’s mumbling lips on your nerves stealing your words from your mouth.

Running his tongue up and down your slit, Dagan continued to tease you awake. Gasps increasing, you breathed heavily into your pillow as your hips began to roll in in his grip.

The stars had changed since you last woke, the constellations dotted in abstract patterns that spelled uncharted territory. It had been weeks of waking to the voided darkness, the absence of the sun doing nothing to shrink your blown pupils. Your breath hitching as Dagan took you into his mouth, sucking lightly before grazing it with his teeth.

Half-moons of your nails dug into your palms, sheets curled in your fingers. Your back arched, Dagan pushing your hips up further so he could thrust his tongue inside you, playing with your entrance. You couldn’t breath fast enough, your body trying to keep pace with Dagan’s wake-up call and losing.

Something coiled inside of your stomach and you curled your toes, his name on your lips as you started to lose your grip on the ledge of your orgasm.

Your mouth runs before you can stop it, tongue tied desperately to this man without control, “You know, they say each orgasm brings you closer to the dark side.” The word comes as a hiss, head rolling to the side to gain a better view of the figure between your legs. 

You catch his gaze, finding the molten heat in those silver eyes maddening. 

But then the rich waves of heat turned into an ache, your orgasm knotting inside you when it failed to escape. Dagan set your hips down gently and kissed his way up your stomach, crawling above you until he reached the nape of your neck.

Your head swam with the last trails of slumber, the confusion of an orgasm lost, and the scent of his skin.

“Indeed it is a dangerous practice. I’ve brought you to the precipice of the barrier between sides many times,” he said, nipping at your earlobe.

This early and he’s already made you eat your words. “Dagan,” you mumbled, “don’t tease.”

His teeth worry your jaw, stealing more gasps from your lips. “Is it not my responsibility to look after your welfare, little one? After all, Santari entrusted you to my care.”

“I know,” you groaned, his flexing in a fleeting attempt to capture more of his body’s attention. It gives the result you hope for, as the mage’s tempered patience falls victim again to his own arousal. 

His hardness nudges between your thighs as he mouths prayers of sanity against your throat. Just when you think he may need another push, he suddenly hoists one of your legs over his hips and slides home. 

You should be accustomed to the feeling of him inside you by now, he was your first to map out this space in your body, but it's always so overpowering. It feels too much to take yet never enough as you grind down for more. 

The huff of his amusement warms your cheek further than the blood already sizzling under the skin. 

It doesn’t take long when he has you worked up like this, perfectly played by his touch. He pistons in and out of you, hitting /that spot inside, reaching that depths that leave you unsatisfied when you try to chase on your own. 

The man has ruined you for anything or anyone else. 

Dagan doesn’t complain when you're biting down on his shoulder hard enough to break skin. Your orgasm leaves you shaking and trembling, waves of the remnants  lapping against your nerves, as you twitch and convulse repeatedly around his cock.

His pace stutters, he thrusts once, twice, and then he’s spilling inside you with a grunt. You feel his cock twitch as he rides out his own climax with a few final pumps of his hips, moaning into the crook of your shoulder.

Dagan rolls away first, slipping from you as he goes. But never far as he always brings you with him to settle at his side. 

For a moment there is only silence as you both come down and briefly you feel yourself slipping back under.

“Your Force is broadcasting your satisfaction loudly and clearly, little one," Dagan's melodic voice comes the moment he feels you stir again. 

Shuffling under the sheets, you nuzzle against the arc of muscle under his pec, lazily fighting off the dregs of sleep.

"Would you prefer it to promote the opposite?"

His light touch transitions into a hold, as those same digits curl at your waist to pull you closer until you're forced to kick a leg over his lithe waist and stretch impossibly closer.

"My pride would not, however, sense would plead for both of our collaborations in this effort to remain otherwise oblivious."

You hum against his pale skin, "I think we collaborate rather well."

His huff of laughter tousles your hair and you grin in response.

His warning was well placed, but not in the midst of immediate danger as you were both safely tucked away from prying eyes aboard his ship.

The kage managed to steal you away on another exploratory venture under the guise of your master who had called upon his expertise to guide your combat training while she juggled her responsibilities to the council.

What had started off as an innocent instructor/student dynamic had quickly unraveled into a jumbled mess of emotions and feelings that left you both off-kilter.

It was a dangerous position to be in, but so far luck had favored your fate, and now you were too addicted to it to heed the baser threats.

Dagan rolled with the scrutiny, but you were more sensitive to her attention. Overall, you maintained your resolve, but you found yourself pushing your training harder to make up for what you knew would be your downfall.

Dagan was a renowned Jedi Knight on his way towards rising to master while you were still trying to water your roots to make it through your trials. You both had room to fall, but arguably, you would have a harder time regaining your footing if the order even allowed you.

"Perhaps with our next discovery, we can escape attention while we cultivate a new planet for the order."

Dagan never stopped his pursuit to find a suitable environment free of the war that had ravaged his homelands. Backed by the order, he traversed the galaxies in search. For many of those months, Santari permitted you to join him.

You had shown promise under his tutelage, going as far as to nearly best another Jedi Knight in a spar that left Dagan beaming when he thought nobody was looking. What it ultimately did, however, was assure Santari that you were capable of surviving without being under her thumb.

And thus, her partnership with Dagan extended to you as you assumed the role as the liaison under her to assist in the order-funded exploration.

You had high hopes for this planet, and Dagan had confidently followed notes and hints of its location. All notions of it being a paradise manifested of his goals and a probable future, should it remain positive for you both.

“I hope for you as well,” you echoed genuinely. Without the support of the order, Dagan would have taken on the burden of saving his people regardless. He was a man of hard resilience and he would see his goals through the light.

In the silence that followed, you reached for your communication device and flickered with the controls until the star mapped galaxy snitched into the space above your nose. It had only been a few weeks, but you were becoming well acquainted with the scattered constellations. Some became your favorites and others markers for journeys beyond this one.

“You’re building quite the resume for ascension,” Dagan chuckled knowingly as he planted kisses across your back. “Star traveler, literature fanatic.” You rolled your eyes at his teasing tone. “Combat supreme.”

Having had enough, you twisted to counter but the sound turned into a squeal as Dagan smushed kisses along your face until you laughed from the sensation. Eventually, he released you, but not until your lips were equally plump and fussed.

“Supreme is a stretch.”

Dagan stole another kiss, “You’re right. But perhaps, if you stay with me a bit longer, there may be hope for you yet.”

As you rested against him, you realized that Dagan was not only an ally, but a partner in this journey. He had a fierce determination and a heart of gold, which made you grateful for his presence. Together, you would explore this planet and uncover its secrets, with the hope of bringing light to his people and paving the way for a brighter future.

[grievedeeply]

oh god i feel the star wars obsession taking over me i finished jedi survivor and i need to write for it immediately. pls send in some requests. im desperate

[galaxybabe2000]

Fetish Thomas Browne X reader pt2

Warnings : fluff, short summery

Every since Thomas and y/n browne had both welcomed, their y/d/n into their lives. As life was the busiest y/n feeding her daughter, the four including their son. Edward had all gotten along as Edward helped his, mom with looking after his sister. And also then that their lives had changed as Thomas, arriving home home with their son. While y/n puts the baby asleep Thomas he seen, how exhausted y/n was and he had. Insisted on taking care of their daughter and also, y/n can relax while she does something. To keep her busy as Thomas and y/n had both finally, happy together happily forever.

[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

My ever first smut fic posting of Dagan Gera! ❤️

(gif by @animatedjen)

(Dagan Gera x Fem reader!)

(But no use of Y/n)

Rating: R for…Sexuality, Sensuality and fluff!

(Slow burn!)

(KINDA LONG!)

(Read IF you’re over 18 please! I rated it R for a reason!)

Traveling back to Koboh was unexpected. Especially when Dagan was wanting to check up on his Bedlam Raider goons. The ship you’re traveling with him on lands in this open field. The ramp of that ship lowers as you step off the ship, breathing in the cool misty air. You turn to see Dagan stepping off the ship too as he looks to you with a small smile. “You sure you’ll be okay on your own?”, He expresses his concern for you. You gave him a reassuring smile as you hug on him, feeling him hug back. “I’ll be fine…of course, I’ll come to you if I need to…”, You release yourself to see Dagan giving a firm nod. “Alright, I’ll be at base then…don’t have too much fun…”, Dagan’s smile turns into a smug one. You smile to match his smugness as you quickly kiss his cheek, in which he instantly returned. Once he leaves down the pathway and disappears around the bend, you make your way to that nearby town, poking around and talking to the random folk that are there.

After a while, you left that town and to Dagan’s base to see what he was up to. You enter the base to see a lot of Bedlam Raiders walking about and talking amongst themselves. You’re going further down the hall to Dagan’s study, with the doors that automatically open in your presence. You enter the study to find Dagan NOT there but more of his Bedlam Raiders. You sigh to yourself. Where could he possibly be? You were about to leave when one of his Raiders spoke out to you. “Aye, you lookin’ for him?”, You turn to see the Raider in front of you, taking notice it was a woman underneath that armor. “Uhm…yeah?”, The Raider points ahead of her. “He’s in his quarters waitin’ for yah!”, You gave a nod and smiled to her. “Thanks!”, She nods back at you as she walks away to this room she was just in.

You make your way to Dagan’s room, still wondering on what he’s up to. As you enter, with the automated door closing behind you, you see him standing by his window, only having his black tight-fitting underpants on. You smile to yourself as you go up to him from behind, wrapping your arms around his middle. You felt him lean into your embrace as you felt his hand slither onto yours. “I was looking for you…”, You mutter those words to him as you hear him sigh. He turns around to face you which makes you release your hold of him. He smiles his soft smile to you. “I can make it up to you…”, You smile back at him. “And how? I’m just curious…”,

Dagan smiles even more as he leans in to kiss you on your lips. It was brief as he pulls away and smiles again. “Like that…”, he whispers against your lips, sending a chill down your spine. You smile even more to him, feeling the pull he has on you. “Can you…show me more?”, You see Dagan’s smile turn smug. “I’ll be more than happy to…but are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”, Dagan was expressing his concern for you again as he slightly frowns. You could only nod at him. “I’m sure…”, Dagan nods back, his smile returning faintly as he helps you take off your clothes. You now completely stand in front of him naked as his eyes gaze over your body, your chest…everywhere. You see his faint smile grow wider in reaction. “You are a marvel…”, he whispers, his hand gliding on your side, getting a feel of your curves. You smile slightly at his words, gently gliding your own hand down his chest, getting a feel of his abs. You feel him go tense, but it was in a good way. You tug at his underpants, prompting him to take them off.

He quickly obeys as he takes them off, seeing he was now naked in front of you as well. You look down, getting a brief glimpse of his member, seeing it was bigger than you expected! “It’s all yours…”, You hear Dagan lowly say that as you quickly look back up to him, seeing his sly smirk which turns smug. You could feel your face go hot in an instant. Without warning, he leans into you, closing the gap as he passionately kisses on you. You were able to kiss him back as he gently pushes you to the bed, with him toppling on top of you. His lips explored your neck and your breasts as he gave both of them gentle nibbles. His lips eventually find their way back to yours as he moans softly into your mouth. You could feel the kiss was getting a bit rougher as his hips start to move in slowly.

You soon felt his member resting against your hole, feeling how hard and swollen he was. He comforts you with his kisses as his member penetrates with one push, with you feeling the stretch of your walls. You gasp slightly at the sensation as you see Dagan’s smile is becoming more smugly. He starts moving his hips, thrusting into you as you let out a small moan. You hear Dagan moan too as he keeps thrusting into you, getting into a rhythmic pattern. You start to feel this high sensation of an orgasm building. You could tell Dagan feels it too! You readjust your arms so that they wrap around his neck as you brace yourself.

It was for a moment when both you and Dagan moan in unison as he starts to thrust faster into you, spilling whatever “life seeds” he has inside you. After a few seconds, everything starts to calm down as Dagan continues kissing on you for comfort. After that, you feel his member come out of you as he sighs a relief, laying himself next to you. You smile to yourself as you feel your heart rate slow, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief. You crane your head over to Dagan as you see him looking at you. “Well?”, he asked, smiling his small smile. You turn in the bed to face him, seeing him face you as well. “It was…unexpected but…I liked it…”, Dagan smiles more at your answer. “So…do you trust me?”, His question catches you off guard. You only nod to him in response. He nods back. “As long as you do, you have nothing to worry about…”, He moves his hand to rest it on your cheek. You smile at his words as he snuggles into you as you snuggle back into him, feeling the exhaustion from your little intimate moment with him take over you. “Sweet dreams, my love…”, he whispers that into your ear before he too falls asleep. This’ll be something for BOTH of you to share and talk about amongst yourselves!

And there we have it! Hopefully you enjoyed! I tried my best so please leave a like if you did!❤️ Let me know if you want more!

[spacemilkies]

hopeful hearts pt. i

pairing: (past) jedi!reader x dagan gera

rqt: [] yes [x] no

wc: 11k+ (lmaoo i have a problem)

a/n: spoilers!! also, there will be a second part to this.

synopsis: the world is never as simply as it appears. but you learn that unraveling it often comes with more consequences than you can handle.

You stand patiently beside your master outside the council rooms of the Jedi Temple. As you wait, you take in the surroundings: the smooth marble floors, the tall pillars that hold up the ceiling, and the large doors that lead into the chambers.

Some may call you undeserving, others unlucky, but what you know to be true is that one does not take an apprenticeship to Santari Khri lightly. The woman saw potential in your inquisitive mind, and the years under her tutelage have filled out a healthy promising history for you both.

You feel honored to have been chosen as her Padawan when she ascended from Knight to Master, and you hope that in the coming years she will witness you following in her footsteps. For now, you soak up all the knowledge you can gather from observing her interactions with fellow Jedi and council members.

Today is no exception.

Suddenly, your master's voice cuts through your thoughts, "Padawan, I would like to introduce you to Jedi Knight Dagan Gera."

You turn your gaze to the man beside her, who stands tall and proud with a confident aura. You’ve heard the name, not only in passing, but from Santari’s lips on a few occasions. Although typically lacking the mellowed patience it holds today, in the past, her frustration has bled through her otherwise carefully crafted mask of resolve. Apparently, the Kage is also notorious for his hardheadedness as he picked and prodded at Santari’s research. It seems, however, that in recent months they have maintained a stable truce.

Santari never fails to voice the importance of building bridges, even those that take special bricks to mold. And Dagan is a particular one indeed. He is known as a renowned Jedi Knight who once dueled and defeated a Gen'dai. His features are striking, with pale skin and silver eyes that seem to pierce through your very being.

Santari makes easy conversation, and you can't help but admire his beauty. However, as he deflects more inquiries than he responds to, you can’t help but feel as though he is rather impersonal and stoic. Everyone has their uses, but you can find none toward your benefit in Dagan Gera.

You sense your master's amusement at your reaction, and she lets out a laugh before turning to you.

"Return to your studies, Padawan. I wish to speak with Dagan privately," Santari says before gesturing for the Kage to follow her.

As they walk away, Dagan gives you a fleeting look, leaving you with mixed emotions. His gaze is molten despite its brevity, and you can't help but feel drawn to it, despite your unease.

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Hours pass as you train in the sparring room, trying to improve your lightsaber skills. You are steadily rising towards your trials to become a Jedi Knight, well-versed in the knowledge of the Force, but lacking in your combat prowess.

As you pause for a break, Santari calls for you. "You’re steadily improving. You make me proud," she says with a small smile.

"Thank you, Master Khri," you reply.

She gestures for you to follow her to the sidelines of the arena, away from the bustle. As you walk, you can't help but ask, "Did everything go well with Knight Gera?"

A knowing glint flashes in her eye and you know you've been caught. "Padawan, I'm afraid I gave you the wrong impression of Dagan Gera," she begins, and you look up at her in surprise. "Despite your force sensitivity, I’ve told you often your emotions bleed quite freely. But do not worry, no one was offended by your mistrust."

You feel embarrassed at being caught. The lingering glances the man had given you now make sense. Santari never spoke beyond a person’s intentions, making you believe that Dagan Gera was about to be a more pasing face. Perhaps he would be partnering with Santari’s archive retrieval system?

From what you've heard of him, he's well-versed in both battle and exploration. Maybe there was use to him yet.

"I think it would be beneficial for you to practice your lightsaber skills under his tutelage," Santari says gently.

You hesitate at the suggestion, surely your progress was slow but getting better. But Santari's expression is one of firm resolve, and she continues, "He has agreed, so your worries should not linger there. It will be good for you both, as he apparently also needs practice on how not to scare away apprentices."

As Santari finishes speaking, she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Trust me, Padawan, this will be a good opportunity for you to learn from someone with a different perspective. And who knows, perhaps you will find some common ground with Knight Gera."

You nod, taking in her words. While you still feel uneasy about the idea of training under Dagan, you know better than to disobey your master's orders. "Yes, master. I will do my best," you say with a determined tone.

Santari nods, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "I have no doubt that you will, my Padawan. Now, let's return to the temple and get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow."

With that, she leads the way back to the temple, and you follow behind, your mind already turning to the challenge that awaits you in the form of your upcoming trials to become a Jedi Knight.

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As you approach the training grounds, your heart starts to race with nervous anticipation. Today is the day of your first training session with Dagan Gera, the infamous Jedi Knight tasked by your master to teach you the ways of the lightsaber.

Dagan, expectantly, is already waiting for you, standing tall and composed in his traditional Jedi robes. His silver eyes meet yours, and you feel a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of fear. You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves.

"Good morning, Padawan," Dagain greets you with a nod. "Are you ready to begin your training?"

You nod, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. "Yes, Knight Gera."

Dagan walks over to you and inspects your posture. You try to stand tall and confident, but you know that your faults are showing. He frowns slightly and shakes his head.

"Let's start here," he comments. "Your stance is too wide, and your weight is too far forward. You're leaving yourself vulnerable."

You feel a flush of embarrassment creep up your neck. "I'm sorry, Knight Gera. I'll try to do better."

Dagan doesn't respond immediately. Instead, he stands in front of you and demonstrates the correct stance. "Your feet should be shoulder-width apart, and your weight should be evenly distributed between them. Your knees should be slightly bent, and your hips should be pushed forward. This will give you a stable base and allow you to move quickly and efficiently."

You try to mimic his stance, but it feels awkward and unfamiliar. Dagan notices your struggle and steps closer to you.

"Let me adjust your posture, this is more fitting for your height." he says. He places his hands on your hips and gently shifts them forward, adjusting your stance. You feel a jolt of energy shoot through your body at his touch, and you try to compose yourself.

But before you can dwell on it too much, you blurt," Are implying that I'm short?"

Dagan is taken aback by your question at first, not quite recognizing the jest. You can see a flicker of confusion on his face before he quickly composes himself.

"Short? No, not at all," he says, his voice calm and collected. "Your height is not a fault. It's all about how you hold yourself."

He steps forward and adjusts your stance, moving your feet and shoulders into a more balanced position. You can feel the difference immediately, the weight shifting more evenly across your body. Dagan's hands are warm on your shoulders as he adjusts your posture, and you can't help but feel a sense of trust in him.

"See? It's all about finding the right balance," he says, stepping back to admire his work. "Now, let's try a few basic movements. I want you to focus on your breathing and the movement of your body. Let everything else fall away."

You nod, taking a deep breath and trying to clear your mind. You can feel Dagan's eyes on you as you start to move, his gaze sharp and focused. You try to ignore it, focusing on the task at hand.

But after a few moments, the tension becomes too much. You blurt out another joke, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, I've heard stories about your duels. I'm not sure I'm ready to face you yet."

Dagan's expression softens, and he chuckles. "Oh, I'm not that intimidating, am I?" he says, his voice light. "I'm here to help you learn. We'll take it at your pace."

You feel a wave of relief wash over you, and you realize that maybe Dagan Gera isn't so unapproachable after all. You start to relax, focusing on your movements and your breathing. Dagan watches you closely, offering the occasional correction or bit of encouragement.

Dagan steps back and nods in approval. "That's better. Now, let's begin."

He ignites his lightsaber, and the blade glows golden in the early morning light. You do the same, and the humming sound of the lightsaber fills the air.

Dagan takes a few steps back and gestures for you to attack him. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then you lunge forward with your lightsaber.

Dagan easily parries your attack and counters with a swift strike. You barely manage to block it, and you feel a wave of panic wash over you. You're clearly outmatched.

"Relax," Dagan says calmly. "Don't let your fear control you. You need to be calm and focused in combat."

You take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves. You attack again, this time with more precision and control. Dagan continues to parry and counter, but you're starting to get the hang of it.

As you continue to spar, Dagan offers advice and critiques your form. You find yourself relaxing in his presence, and you even crack a joke about your height. He is taken aback for a moment, not recognizing the jest, but then he smiles.

"Ah, I see what you did there," he says with a chuckle. "Very clever, Padawan."

You can't help but laugh too, relieved that he's not as unapproachable as you initially thought.

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Training with Dagan had become a new fixture in your life, and each session left you feeling like you had only scratched the surface of the mystery that was Dagan Gera. Despite this, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, his enigmatic presence captivating you in a way that you couldn't quite put into words.

You've been hesitant to ask Santari about Dagan, even though you're certain she's aware of your curiosity. Her warm but guarded smiles make you feel foolish for even considering asking. Instead, she always steers the conversation towards your studies, a topic on which you both can easily connect.

As you sit in the library, surrounded by towering shelves of ancient tomes and manuscripts, you feel a sense of calm wash over you. The soft rustling of pages turning fills the air, and the gentle scent of parchment and ink tickles your nostrils, pulling you deeper into the world of the Force.

This place, with its endless supply of knowledge and secrets, has become your sanctuary. The books here are like old friends, their yellowed pages and faded ink a testament to the wisdom they contain. You know that you could spend a lifetime in this library and still only scratch the surface of what it has to offer.

But as you lose yourself in the study of the Force, you hear footsteps approaching. You don't need to look up to know who it is. The sound of the footsteps is unmistakable; you've become rather familiar with Dagan's gait from your sessions together. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"Santari told me that you were a quick study. I'm find myself still surprised yet curious." Dagan says, his voice even and measured. "He gestures to the books, "You study often?"

You look up, trying to hide your surprise. It's rare for Dagan to initiate conversation outside of your training sessions. "Of course, Knight Gera," you reply, sitting up straighter in your seat. Combat was expected, but knowledge was coveted within the Order.

As Dagan leans against the table, you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest. You try to ignore it, knowing that the Jedi Code forbids attachment, but you can't help but admire him. His eyes seem to gleam with a depth of knowledge that you find irresistible, and his calm demeanor is both reassuring and intriguing.

"Tell me, what do you know about the Force?" Dagan asks, his voice low and smooth.

You take a deep breath, recalling all the information you've learned over the years. "The Force is an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together. Jedi use the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack."

Dagan nods, seemingly impressed. You can't help but feel a sense of pride at having pleased him.

"And what do you know about the Jedi Code?" he continues.

You recite the code flawlessly, feeling a sense of confidence that comes from knowing you've impressed him. "There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force."

Dagan's eyes flicker with approval, and for a moment, you feel like you could get lost in them. You shake your head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

As the conversation with Dagan continued, your admiration for him grew stronger with each passing moment. You found yourself hanging on his every word, captivated by his knowledge and wisdom. He had a way of making even the most complex concepts seem simple.

But then, partway through an explanation, Dagan's attention flickered to the darkening sky through the window, and his brow furrowed. You realized with a start that you had lost track of time, lost in the Jedi Master's presence. You offered no complaint as he rose to leave.

"Thank you for the conversation," Dagan said with a slight nod of his head. "I see why Santari felt as though we may improve upon each other."

As you watched him leave, your heart heavy with longing, you couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a mentor like him. Someone who could guide you on the path to becoming a Jedi Knight, to unlock the full potential of the Force within you. The room suddenly felt empty without him, as if the very air had lost its vibrancy. You knew that you had much to learn, but you felt more determined than ever to follow in Dagan's footsteps.

Dagan Gera remained an enigma.

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Dagan had been your mentor for a few weeks now, and while your training had been rigorous, you found yourself enjoying his company more and more.

As he observes your stance, you take in the way his eyes move across your body, analyzing your posture and movements with precision. You can feel a warmth spreading across your cheeks, and you quickly focus on the task at hand.

You begin the exercises, each movement fluid and graceful under Dagan's watchful eye. The sound of your lightsabers clashing fills the room, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm. As you continue, you find yourself lost in the moment, your mind and body focused solely on the task at hand.

After what feels like hours, you finally come to a stop, sweat dripping down your forehead. You look up at Dagan, who nods in approval. "You're getting better," he says, a hint of pride in his voice.

You smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thank you, Knight Gera," you say, feeling a twinge of nervousness as you address him so formally.

He notices your discomfort and his expression softens. "Please, if it benefits your success, than as your instructor, the pleasure is mine." he says, a small smile playing on his lips.

You feel a rush of warmth at his words, and you can't help but feel a sense of closeness between the two of you. You begin to walk towards him, your eyes locked onto his, and he meets your gaze without hesitation.

As you approach him, your heart begins to race, your mind filled with thoughts and emotions you never expected to have. "Dagan," you say, the sound of his name leaving your lips feeling foreign and yet somehow perfect.

He looks at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment. "Yes?" he replies, his voice barely above a whisper.

You take a deep breath, feeling a sense of bravery you never knew you possessed. "I just wanted to thank you," you say, your words slow and deliberate. "For everything. You've been an amazing mentor, and I feel like I'm really starting to learn from you."

Dagan nods, his expression serious. "You're a quick learner," he says, a hint of admiration in his voice. "And I think there's still so much you can achieve."

You feel a sense of pride at his words, and you find yourself leaning in closer to him. The space between the two of you feels electric, and you can't help but feel drawn to him in a way that surprises you.

As your eyes meet once again, you feel a connection between the two of you that goes beyond the student-teacher dynamic. You realize that there may be something between you and Dagan, something that you never expected to feel for anyone, let alone your mentor.

But before you can act on those thoughts, Dagan clears his throat, breaking the moment between the two of you. "We should probably call it a day," he says, his tone professional once again.

You feel a sense of disappointment at his words, but you know he's right. You nod, feeling a sense of awkwardness between the two of you that wasn't there before.

As you both walk towards the exit, you can't help but feel a sense of longing for something more. You realize that there may be an unspoken attraction between you and Dagan, and you're not sure how to handle it.

But as you leave the training room, you know that you'll continue to grow closer to Dagan, no matter how difficult it may be. You're willing to take the risk, willing to explore these newfound feelings, and willing to see where this may lead.

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You sit across from Santari in her study, surrounded by shelves of books and various Jedi artifacts. A pot of tea sits between the two of you, steam rising from its spout. You take a sip, savoring the warmth that spreads through your body.

"So, how is your training with Dagan going?" Santari asks, setting down her cup and leaning forward. "I hardly get the opportunity to see the two of you, but from what I hear, you're steadily gaining promise. I'm proud of you."

You smile at her words, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. Santari's praise means a great deal to you, and you're grateful for her guidance and support. But beneath the surface, you're struggling with a growing attraction to Knight Gera, and you know that such feelings are not allowed in the Jedi Order.

You try to push those thoughts aside and focus on the conversation at hand. "It's going well, thank you," you reply. "Knight Gera is an excellent teacher, and I feel like I'm learning a lot."

Santari nods, but you can sense a speculative look in her eyes. You worry that she might suspect your feelings for Dagan, despite your efforts to conceal them. You take another sip of tea, hoping to avoid any further questions.

But Santari surprises you by changing the subject. "I've been working on a new research project," she says, reaching for a datapad on her desk. "It's about the history of the Jedi Order and our connection to the Force."

You're grateful for the change of topic and listen attentively as she explains her research. You find yourself getting lost in her words, impressed by her knowledge and dedication to the Jedi Order. As she talks, you can feel your mind clearing, the worries about Dagan fading into the background.

Santari finishes her explanation and looks up at you. "What do you think?" she asks.

"I think it's fascinating," you reply honestly. "I've always been interested in the history of the Jedi Order, and your research sounds like it could shed some new light on it."

Santari smiles, pleased with your response. "I'm glad to hear it," she says. "I'd love to have your input as I continue my work. Perhaps we could discuss it further at a later time?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of excitement at the idea of collaborating with Santari. As the conversation continues, you find yourself growing closer to her, feeling a deep sense of admiration and respect for the Jedi Master.

But as the meeting comes to an end, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Your growing feelings for Dagan still linger in the back of your mind, and you know that such emotions are forbidden within the Jedi Order. You push those thoughts aside, determined to focus on your training and your duties as a Jedi. But deep down, you can't help but wonder if there's a way to reconcile your growing attraction to Dagan with your devotion to the Jedi Order.

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As you wander through the Jedi temple, your thoughts swirl around your training and the constant struggle to improve your skills. Your eyes glance towards the garden, where the stars shine brilliantly in the clear sky. You pause, taking in the beauty of the night sky before you notice Dagan sitting on a nearby bench, his gaze fixed on the stars above.

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to interrupt his peace, but before you can turn to leave, he senses your presence and calls out to you. You awkwardly make your way over and sit next to him, unsure of what to say.

"Recognize any of the constellations?" he asks, breaking the silence.

You admit that you know some, but not all. He chuckles, his silver eyes glinting in the moonlight. "For a book nerd, I expected more."

You huff in response, "Maybe you should tell me what book you're reading, and I'll be a better study."

Dagan turns to you, and you're momentarily lost in the way his eyes sparkle. "No books. Just immersion in the stars."

You realize that, as a Jedi Knight, he has likely had more adventures than you. You think back to your own childhood, where your Force sensitivity had saved you from a mundane village life. You had always dreamt of traversing the stars, but even now, you felt so far from that reality.

Lost in your thoughts, you look up and find Dagan studying you. Before you can comment, he turns his gaze back to the sky and points out a constellation you don't recognize. He names it and tells you more about it. "It shares a similar structure to one near my home planet. Not as beautiful, but admirable all the same."

He gazes at you from the corner of his eye, "I've found that even away from home, a few things share the same truth."

You catch his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. You quickly turn away, trying to hide your blush. You realize that you're catching feelings too quickly, but you can't help but be drawn to him.

As the silence settles around you once more, you find yourself lost in thought, pondering the complexities of life as a Jedi. You're brought back to the present when Dagan speaks up, "You know, I hardly ever get to see you during training. But from what I've heard, you're making steady progress. I'm proud of you."

You feel a swell of pride and gratitude at his words, and a smile breaks across your face. "Thank you, Knight Gera."

He glances at you, "Call me Dagan. We're not so formal out here."

You nod, grateful for the opportunity to connect with him on a more personal level. You fall into easy conversation, discussing the intricacies of Jedi training and sharing stories from your past.

As the night wears on, you find yourself feeling more comfortable and open around him. You're drawn to the way he listens intently and shares pieces of himself with you.

As you stand to leave, Dagan turns to you with a glint in his eye, "Same time next week?"

You nod, a smile spreading across your face, "I'll be here."

As you walk away, you can't help but feel a warmth in your chest. You know that the Jedi Order frowns upon attachments, but you can't deny the budding interest you feel for Dagan. You know that it's a slippery slope, but for now, you revel in the feeling of connection and understanding that you share with him.

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As you approach the training grounds, you catch sight of Dagan. He stands tall and regal in his golden robes, a figure of authority and wisdom. His agenda has changed, and he nods for you to follow. You comply, intrigued by this sudden deviation from routine. Dagan leads you through winding roads and past familiar buildings until you are nearing the surrounding forest. Doubt creeps up on you, and your steps falter. Dagan notices and a quirk tugs at the corners of his lips. He seems to relish the moment, saying, "I wondered how long it would take you to question my actions."

You huff in response, refusing to be baited. "It’s not my place to question a Jedi Knight."

Dagan raises his brow in interest, finding your blind trust admirable. "Trust in my master, who trusts you," you amend.

Dagan shrugs, as if the two are one and the same. You can't help but agree, and your curiosity is now fully unleashed. You observe your surroundings more freely, taking in the familiar terrain of the path leading down from the Jedi temple. You know the right route to take, and the forest will only swallow you momentarily before opening up into the bustling market below. Younglings and Padawans rarely make the journey alone, but on occasion, Santari would take you on nature walks to get away from the pressures of the council. You can't come up with a feasible reason for Dagan, however. He doesn’t seem like the type to need company for a shopping trip.

The Kage humors your inquisitiveness, stating, "It has become apparent that mentors should not only bog down their apprentices with only training." He gestures to the stretching trees above, saying, "I thought some light meditation may be beneficial." He’s offering something outside of combat, which is not surprising, as mentors offer variety to avoid overwhelming their Padawans. But Dagan is not your master, and he is only instructed to oversee your training. This is an extra direction of his own will, and it reminds you of the moment you shared under the stars a few nights back.

"So you brought me out here to sit and think?" you ask, feeling a newfound confidence.

Dagan snorts at your newfound confidence, and you know that he is playfully mocking you. "I’m led to believe there is more for you to learn," he says.

You can't see his face, but you know that he is leading you through familiar steps and some that are not so familiar. The vegetation thickens, and the day’s warmth is beginning to seep into the morning. But underneath the canopy of treetops, the sun isn’t as palpable, making for a pleasant journey. Just when you were starting to question just how big the forests could be, you finally notice the inevitable thinning and the faint sound of running water.

As you approached the clearing, the air thickened with moisture, enveloping you in a warm embrace. The scent of the nearby river filled your lungs, infusing your senses with a refreshing coolness. The small pool of water in the center of the clearing caught your eye, clear and untouched by human hands, as if nature had created it as a secret sanctuary. It was a peaceful respite from the hustle and bustle of the nearby markets, and you couldn't help but feel that you were closer to the temple than ever before.

Dagan's words resonated with you as he spoke, his voice low and soothing. The silence of the temple walls could be deafening at times, and the gentle sound of the water cascading over rocks was a welcome change. You found yourself nodding in agreement, lost in your own thoughts.

As Dagan lowered himself to the edge of the pool, you couldn't help but admire his grace and poise. His movements were deliberate and controlled, as if he had done this a thousand times before. His pale skin was illuminated by the sun, creating a halo of light around him that seemed almost ethereal. The kage truly were a vision of natural beauty, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in their presence.

“I would be impressed that you are able to mediate standing, if your eyes weren't open.”

A sharp retort caught in your throat. You quickly fell to your knees, ignoring the sharp pain that shot up your legs, and tried to follow his lead. The sound of his laughter was infectious, and soon you found yourself smiling, the tension in your muscles easing at the sound.

“Just relax, little one. This is meant to be a reward. Enjoy it.”

As you closed your eyes, the sound of the running water filled your ears, a soothing melody that washed over you in gentle waves. The occasional chirp of a bird or rustle of leaves in the breeze served as a reminder that you were still connected to the natural world, even as you attempted to quiet your mind.

Opening one eye, you watched as Dagan remained completely at peace, his body still and calm. It was easy to get lost in his presence, to forget about the outside world and the troubles that came with it. A small part of you wondered if he had brought you here for his own selfish desires, but the majority of you found solace in the fact that he had taken the time to share this moment with you.

“I suppose, it was too much for me to ask you to manage a perfect mediation on your first time.”

Caught again, but this time you didn't shy away from his intense gaze. In turn, he seemed to admire the fact. Incentives, you pushed.

“I remember you promising a lesson? ‘More to learn.’”

As you spoke up about his promise of a lesson, his amusement filled the air once more, a deep and resonant sound that vibrated against your skin. You clumsily arranged yourself in a more comfortable position across from him, eager to learn and grow under his guidance.

“You have an interest in space travel, yes? But you’ve only travel from your planet here?”

As you nod in response to Dagan's question about your interest in space travel, memories of your first interplanetary journey flood your mind. The nerve-wracking experience had turned out to be the best time of your life, offering a glimpse of the opportunities that lay beyond the mundane routine of your village. The feeling was almost as exhilarating as the first time you discovered the Force. You knew that it would be years before you ascended to Jedi Knight status, but the prospect of more freedom kept you motivated.

“I was similar when I first left Quarzite.”

Dagan's words bring you back to the present, and you find yourself curious about his own journey. He speaks of his home planet, Quarzite, and the underground life that he had led. You can almost envision the caves speckled with crystals that glittered like stars, imagining the suffocating beauty of such a place. The Kage's pale complexion, a result of their subterranean cities, intrigues you, but you wonder if you could give up surface living for such a life. The high atmospheric pressure would likely have left the Kage with no other choice.

“Tell me about Quarzite.” 

If Dagan noticed it wasnt posed as a question that a Padawan should be asking rather than demanding, he made no note of it. Instead, he slipped easily into the inquiry. 

“It’s colder than here. Naturally, since most life thrives underground. Most of my life was spent in caves speckled with crystals that glittered like stars. It was suffocatingly beautiful but I’ve come to appreciate what the rest of the galaxy has to offer.”

You could relate to the feeling. Though not trapped underground, your village was stuck in a mundane routine that provided life but not much excitement. You were raised into your roles; an intricate design that kept the life cycle going. You wonder if the Force was a freeing to you as it was to him.

It seemed like too intimate of a question, so you deflected for something more neutral.

“Do you have a favorite planet?”

As Dagan speaks, you sense a deep yearning in him, a restlessness that no destination has yet satisfied. His travels, despite being numerous and decorated, seem almost methodical, as if he is searching for something that he has yet to find. His favorites, if he has any, remain elusive. You find yourself wondering if he, too, is seeking the same kind of freedom that the Force has brought you.

“You seem to enjoy them all, but they don’t seem like your favorite.”

His silver eyes briefly harden at your question, but they soften just as quickly, as if he has accepted your curiosity.

“I’m still looking for the perfect oasis. Coming from a planet plagued by war, it’s something of a childhood dream to find a place of promised peace.” He smiled, but it did not quite reach his eyes if the lingering pain overseeded the optimism. 

Above, a cool breeze picked up and the clearing shadowed as a cloud blanketed the sun. Dagan frowned, coming to a quick unanimous decision. 

“It appears as though our meditation will need to be cut short. But I would call it a success. I hope the lesson was fruitful.”

As you pick yourself up, you find yourself in agreement with his assessment of the lesson's fruitfulness. Day by day, you feel as if you are unraveling the mystery of Dagan Gera.

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The morning sun rose over the lush forests of the Jedi temple, casting a warm glow over the towering trees and shimmering lakes. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers through the air as you made your way to the training grounds.

The oasis reprieve was days behind you now and it was time to return back to your duties. Even in his absence, it seemed as though everyday you were learning more about the Kage.

Dagan was a formidable duelist, but he was also an adventurer with a mind best suited to be intertwined with the never ending galaxies. Beneath his prestige, he was still a man and one with goals like any other. 

It seemed as though unintentionally, he was become somewhat of a distraction. Though fortunately, the root of it was not yet easily deciphered as Santari made her own assumptions.

Your master’s laughter echoed against your ears from the memory of her steering you away from the temple steps just an hour earlier. 

“Dagan needs to temper his patience. And you could learn to be a little more spontaneous.”

Her hands pressed against your shoulders encouragingly,” I look forward to witnessing both of your progress.”

And thus became yet another, session with the notorious Kage Jedi Knight. 

Dagan was waiting for you as usual, his silver-grey hair and piercing silver eyes shining in the morning light. The Kage Jedi Knight was always an imposing figure, standing tall and lean with the lithe grace of a predator. But as you approached, his lips turned in a way the eased the nerves to melt away.

"Good morning, little one," he said, his voice low and melodic. "Ready for our session?"

You nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips in response. Dagan had a way of making you feel at ease, even when the other Padawans made you doubt yourself. As you began their warm-up exercises, you couldn't help but admire the way he moved - so effortlessly, so fluidly.

But then Dagan turned to you, and his quirked lip made your chest thud in anticipation. "Now, let's see if you can keep up with me, little Padawan."

You sparred with your lightsabers, the sound of humming blades filling the air as you traded blows. Dagan was quick, too quick for you to keep up. But you focused on the Force, on the flow of energy around them, and found yourself anticipating his moves enough to remain on guard.

"Good, good," Dagan murmured, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You're starting to get it."

As you took a break, Dagan sat down next to you, and your body reacted to the contact of his shoulder brushing against yours, sending a flush of heat through you. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him; he was so close, so alluring.

"You know," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "If you were as good with a lightsaber as you are with literature, you'd best even me."

You laughed, a soft sound that had him humming in return. "I don't think that's possible."

He chuckled, and for a moment, you sat in companionable silence, watching the dappled sunlight filter through the leaves.

But then he turned to you, his gaze intense. "You know, you don't have to be the strongest warrior to be a great Jedi. Sometimes, it's the ones who struggle the most who end up shining the brightest."

You looked at him, feeling a sudden warmth in your chest. Dagan always knew how to say the right thing, to make you feel like you were worth something.

As you resumed their training, you found yourself lost in the moment, your mind and body focused on the task at hand. two of you sparred with your lightsabers, the sound of humming blades filled the air as you traded blows. Dagan was quick, too quick for you, and you found yourself struggling to keep up with his movements. But with each passing minute, you began to find your footing, channeling the Force to guide your movements and anticipate his attacks.

Then, in a moment of pure instinct, you lunged forward, your lightsaber barely missing Dagan's shoulder.

He stepped back, his eyes wide with surprise. And then, in a move that caught you completely off-guard, he side stepped and rotated around your form. You then felt his arm come across your shoulder with the butt his lightsaber pressed against the vulnerable part of your neck. 

For a moment, you stood there, caught in the trap of his side gaze. your heart was pounding in your chest, your breath coming in short gasps. Dagan was so close, you could feel the heat of his body, the soft brush of his breath against your cheek.

The moment was electric, but just as quickly as it had arrived, it was over. Dagan pulled away, clearing his throat and readjusting his posture. your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing with thoughts and emotions that you didn't quite know how to process.

You looked up at Dagan, searching his face for any sign of what he was feeling. But as always, his expression was unreadable. He simply gave you a small nod and said, "Let's get back to training."

The rest of the morning passed in a blur. You struggled to focus, your mind constantly wandering back to the moment with Dagan. you were acutely aware of his presence beside her, the heat of his body and the soft brush of his breath still lingering in your memory.

Dagan pushed you harder and harder, each swing of his lightsaber demanding your full attention and focus. You could feel the sweat beading on your forehead, your muscles straining with effort. But you didn't give up, driven by a determination to prove yourself to your master and your peers.

And as the session drew to a close, you were surprised to find yourself feeling invigorated, energized by the rush of adrenaline that coursed through your veins. You turned to Dagan, expecting to see a proud smile on his face, but instead, you saw a flicker of something else in his eyes.

It was a look that you couldn't quite place - a mix of admiration, respect, and... something else. Something that made your heart skip a beat and your stomach flutter with nervous excitement.

Dagan seemed to sense your unease, and he flashed you a reassuring smile. "You did well, little one," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "I see great potential in you."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, a sense of pride and accomplishment that made you stand a little taller. But beneath it all, there was something else - a sense of longing that you couldn't ignore.

Dagan was a Jedi Knight, and you a Padawan. The Order had strict rules against attachments, against giving in to the temptations of the flesh. And yet, you couldn't help the way you felt, the way his touch sends shivers down your spine and his voice made your heart race.

As the training drew to a close, Santari returned from her council meeting. You were relieved to see her, hoping that her presence would help to dispel the tension that had been building between you and Dagan.

But as Santari greeted them, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You knew that you knew that the fledgling emotions that you held for Dagan that were inappropriate for a Jedi Padawan.  With a deep breath, you tried to push aside the conflicting emotions and focus on the task at hand. Santari had summoned you for a reason, and it was your duty to fulfill it. You exchanged a quick nod with Dagan, a silent agreement table the moment for another day.

As you left the training grounds, your thoughts were consumed by the memory of Dagan's touch and his gaze. You couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if Santari hadn't interrupted when she did, if you had given in to the impulses that stirred inside you.

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The night air was crisp as you stepped onto the training grounds, the hum of your lightsaber the only sound. The light of the blade pierces through the darkness as you practice your moves, hoping to drown out the feelings that have been consuming you. Lately, your thoughts had been consumed with Dagan. You had tried to meditate on it, to push the thoughts away, but they kept creeping back in. You know that attachment is against the Jedi Code, and you have tried to meditate on it, but the thoughts keep creeping back in.

As you stood there, trying to focus on the hum of your lightsaber, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander. Lately, they had been consumed by Dagan, your Jedi Knight instructor. It wasn't just his stoic demeanor or his impressive combat skills that drew you to him. It was the way he spoke with such passion about his dreams and ambitions, and how his eyes seemed to light up whenever he gazed out at the stars.

But as much as you tried to meditate on these thoughts and let them pass, they continued to haunt you. You knew that attachment was forbidden in the Jedi Order, and you didn't want to risk losing everything you had worked so hard for. So you had thrown yourself into training, hoping that the hum of the lightsaber and the discipline of the combat drills would drown out the noise in your head.

You raised your lightsaber and began to move through the familiar forms, hoping the physical exertion would help clear your mind. But the more you moved, the more the thoughts swirled around you, like a swarm of insects. You were a Jedi, and you knew the dangers of attachment. The teachings of the Order were clear, and yet you couldn't help the way you felt.

As you moved through the forms, your mind kept wandering to Dagan. His strength and determination, the way his eyes sparkled with silver light when he talked about his dreams. You couldn't help but admire him, and you knew that admiration was turning into something more.

Your movements slowed as you realized that you were the root of the problem. It was your own feelings that were getting in the way of your training. You couldn't afford to let your emotions cloud your judgment, not when you were a Jedi in training. You lowered your lightsaber, feeling defeated.

That's when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You turned to see Dagan making his way towards you, a small smile on his face. You tried to smile back, but your body became closed off, defensive.

Dagan's expression turned to concern. "What's wrong?"

You hesitated, not wanting to admit your weakness. But then you saw something in his eyes that made you feel safe. So you took a deep breath and confessed. "I...I can't focus. My thoughts keep getting in the way."

Dagan's frown deepened. "What thoughts?"

You hesitated, not wanting to admit your weakness. But then, something in his eyes made you feel safe. "I'm...I'm beginning to feel an attachment. And I know it goes against the Jedi Code, but I can't seem to stop it."

Dagan's eyes softened, and for a moment, you felt a glimmer of hope. "What if it's not such a one-sided thing?" he said quietly.

You looked up in surprise, and before you knew it, Dagan's hand was cupping your cheek. His touch was gentle, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your face. And then, without warning, his lips were on yours, and everything else fell away.

The kiss starts chaste, hesitance from both parties.

But then Dagan presses against you more, and the soft push of his tongue prods until your lower lip gives away. You feel soft and vulnerable, yet trusting and allowing for him to savor the taste of you.

For a moment, you let yourself get lost in the sensation of his embrace. You knew that this was wrong, that you were putting your training in jeopardy. But in that moment, you couldn't bring yourself to care. The stars above seemed to twinkle in approval as you leaned into the kiss, feeling the weight of all your doubts and uncertainties melt away.

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As the days passed, your relationship with Dagan blossomed into something beautiful and captivating. Despite your attempts to keep it hidden from your fellow Jedi, small gestures of affection and tenderness would often slip out in moments of privacy.

Each passing day brought you closer to Dagan, and you found yourself growing more attached to him. His presence alone would make your heart flutter with excitement, and his touch would send a shiver down your spine. The sound of his voice was like music to your ears, soothing and reassuring you in times of stress and doubt.

You reveled in the stolen moments of intimacy: the subtle brushes of his hand against yours, the small kisses shared in secret, and the way his eyes lit up whenever he looked at you. It was as though you were living in a dream, a perfect world where nothing could go wrong.

Despite your growing attachment to Dagan, you knew that your relationship was strictly forbidden by the Jedi Code. The nagging voice in the back of your mind told you that what you were doing was wrong, but every time you were with Dagan, all thoughts of the Code would fade away, and you would be lost in the warmth of his embrace.

One day, after slipping away from Dagan, you ran into Santari. Her expression was stern and guarded, sending a chill down your spine. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you, wondering what she may have seen or heard.

The happiness you felt earlier slipped away, replaced with a gnawing sense of fear and uncertainty. You knew that the consequences of your attachment to Dagan could be severe, and the thought of being torn away from him filled you with a deep sense of sorrow.

As you looked into your master's eyes, you could see that she knew what was going on between you and Dagan. Whether she would report you to the council or keep it to herself remained to be seen, but you knew that your fate was now in her hands.

The air around you felt heavy, suffocating, as she gestured for you to follow.

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You stand before Santari, your Jedi master, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in your stomach. You have sensed that this conversation was coming, and now that it's finally here, you feel unprepared.

Santari's eyes, usually warm and comforting, are now piercing and scrutinizing as she looks at you. "Padawan," she begins, "I have noticed the growing closeness between you and Dagan. It's not something that can be easily hidden from someone who has been trained to read the Force."

You swallow hard, trying to find the right words to respond. "Master Khri, I..."

But she interrupts you. "I know that you care for him deeply," she says, her tone softening. "But as a Padawan on the path to becoming a Jedi Knight, you must consider the consequences of your actions."

She pauses for a moment, and you can see the concern etched on her face. "I put too much trust in Dagan to know when to stop," she continues. "I did not consider the fact that his feelings for you could cloud his judgment. And now, I fear that you both may be putting your personal desires ahead of the Jedi Order."

You feel a pang of guilt at her words. You have been struggling with the same thoughts, wondering if your attachment to Dagan is getting in the way of your duties as a Padawan.

"I know that you have feelings for him," Santari says, "but you have to understand that your role as a Jedi Knight comes with responsibilities that require you to put the greater good above your personal desires. You cannot allow yourself to be distracted by attachment."

You nod, feeling the weight of her words settling heavily on your shoulders. "I understand, master," you say softly. "I know that the Jedi Order forbids attachment for a reason."

Santari nods, her eyes softening once more. "I only want what's best for both of you," she says. "I don't want to lose two of the important people in my life."

You can see the genuine care and concern in her eyes, and it brings a sense of comfort to your heart. "I will do my best to uphold the Jedi Code," you say, determination in your voice.

Santari smiles, a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "I have no doubt that you will," she says. "Remember, the path of a Jedi is not an easy one. But with discipline and focus, you can overcome any obstacle."

You bow respectfully, feeling a sense of renewed purpose. "Thank you, Master Khri," you say, "for your guidance and wisdom."

As you leave her presence, you feel a sense of clarity and purpose wash over you. You know that the road ahead will be difficult, but with the teachings of the Jedi Order and the guidance of your master, you feel confident that you can navigate the challenges that lay ahead.

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You try to avoid Dagan's presence as much as possible after the discussion with Santari. It wasn't easy, considering how close the two of you had become, but you knew it was for the best. You didn't want to be the cause of his downfall or yours, for that matter. You kept your distance, avoided his gaze, and tried not to let your eyes wander towards him when you were in the same room. But it was only a matter of time before he noticed your distance.

It started with small attempts to talk to you, to ask how you were doing, but you always found an excuse to leave or to avoid the conversation altogether. It wasn't long before he started cornering you, trying to find out what was wrong. You couldn't keep up the act forever, and eventually, you found yourself in a secluded corner of one of the gardens, with Dagan standing in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest, a look of frustration on his face.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked, his voice firm but not angry.

You tried to deflect his question, "I'm not avoiding you, Dagan. I've just been busy with my training."

"You've been avoiding me for weeks," he said, his voice rising slightly in frustration. "I know you, and something's not right. You can't keep pushing me away like this."

You took a deep breath, "Dagan, it's not you. It's me. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what? What are you talking about?"

"This... us," you said, gesturing between the two of you. "I can't keep pretending that everything's okay, that we're just friends, that there's nothing more between us. We both know there is, but we can't act on it. Not as Jedi."

Dagan's expression softened, and he took a step closer to you. "I know what you mean, but we can't ignore our feelings either. We can't pretend they don't exist."

"But we have to," you said, feeling the weight of the Jedi Code on your shoulders. "We're not supposed to have attachments. It only leads to distraction and pain."

"That's not true," Dagan argued, his voice passionate. "Attachment can give us strength, it can give us something to fight for. You and I, we have something special. We can't just ignore that."

"You know the rules, Dagan," you said, feeling the frustration rise in your chest. "We can't risk our positions as Jedi. We have to focus on our training and our duty to the Order."

"But at what cost?" Dagan asked, his voice softening. "Do we have to sacrifice our happiness for the sake of the Jedi Code? Is that what it means to be a Jedi?"

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. You knew he had a point, but you couldn't ignore the warnings of your master. You took a deep breath and looked away from Dagan, not wanting to face the conflict in his eyes.

"Dagan, I don't know what to do," you admitted, feeling the weight of the decision on your shoulders. "I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to put your future in jeopardy either. I don't want to lose my chance at becoming a Jedi Knight."

Dagan sighed, his hand reaching out to touch your arm, but you pulled away, feeling the weight of your doubts weighing on your shoulders. "I understand," he said, his voice low. But his tone holds the burden of the opposite. 

"I know," you said, feeling the heaviness of the situation bear down on you. "I wish things were different.” Truly… You had spent too many nights already experiences a different reality with Dagan in your dreams.

Dagan's face softens, and he lets out a sigh. "We’ll… figure this out. But please, don't push me away. "

"There is nothing to figure out," you reply softly. "It’s best if we maintain what we have as friends. We are that still… right?,: you whisper, fear bubbling back up.

Dagan takes a step closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. "Of course. You know I harbor that much for you and even more. So let us fight for it. Together."

You feel your resolve falter at his words, your heart yearning to believe him. But you know it's not that simple, the Jedi code is clear on the matter of attachments.

"We can't do that, Dagan," you whisper, taking a step back. "It's not just about the code, it's about the danger of distractions. We have a duty to the Jedi order and the galaxy, and we can't let our feelings interfere with that."

Dagan's expression hardens, his frustration mounting. "Is that all I am to you? A distraction?"

"No, of course not," you reply quickly, regretting your words. "But our feelings for each other could cloud our judgment, and that's not something we can risk."

Dagan stares at you for a long moment, his eyes flickering with emotions you can't decipher. "Fine," he says finally, his voice strained. "If that's how you feel, then so be it. But don't expect me to just sit idly by and watch you slip away from me."

With that, he turns on his heel and stalks away, leaving you alone in the garden with the weight of his words heavy on your heart.

You stand there for a long while, watching the sunset bleed across the sky, feeling the cool breeze brush against your skin. The garden is peaceful, yet you can't shake the turmoil inside of you. You want to be with Dagan, but you know it's not that simple. You have a duty to the Jedi order, and your responsibilities as a Padawan far outweigh your desires.

As the stars begin to twinkle overhead, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for the road ahead. The journey to becoming a Jedi knight is fraught with challenges, but you know that this is just another test on your path. You'll do what's right, even if it means sacrificing your own happiness.

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You throw yourself into your training, finding solace in the routine of it all. Santari gives you extra tasks and meditation techniques to improve your connection with the Force, and you take them on eagerly. You find that the more you focus on your training, the easier it is to push thoughts of Dagan to the back of your mind.

But even as you immerse yourself in your training, you can't help but notice Dagan's absence. It's not just the fact that you miss him, but there's a part of you that wonders if he's avoiding you. You try not to dwell on it too much, but it's hard to ignore the emptiness in your heart.

Santari seems to sense your struggles, and one day she sits with you in the gardens, her eyes full of concern. "You know, Padawan," she says softly, "it's okay to feel hurt. Love can be a beautiful thing, but it can also be a painful thing. You have to learn to navigate those waters carefully."

You look at her, taking in the soft lines on her face and the way her eyes seem to see into your very soul. "But how do I know what's right?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly.

She smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "That's something you have to discover for yourself. But always remember that the Jedi way is one of balance. You must learn to balance your emotions with your duty as a Jedi."

You take her words to heart, and you begin to try and find that balance. You throw yourself into your studies and training, but you also take time to reflect on your feelings and what you truly want.

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As the weeks pass, you start to feel more centered. You're still dispirited about Dagan, but you've come to accept that the path forward is more stable. You're content to focus on your training and the journey that lies ahead of you.

You sit quietly in Santari's office, listening to her words as she instructs you on your next task. It's been another few weeks since you last saw Dagan, and months counting, and you're starting to feel the lingering strain of his absence. It's growing beyond mournful to concern as you consider the welfare of the Jedi knight. You try not to dwell on it, focusing instead on your training and the instruction given to you by Santari. But it's hard, and the ache in your chest persists.

As you listen to Santari, the door to her office suddenly opens, and in walks Dagan. You're surprised and caught off guard by his sudden appearance, but you can't help but admire the beauty that still clings to him outside your memory. He catches your gaze and gives you a small, quirked smile before turning to Santari.

"I have news."

Dagan begins to speak, telling Santari how he's been meeting with the council and has been given the duty of traversing the galaxy to discover new planets to house the order away from the empire's reach. 

Everyday, the empire dawns closer and Jedi are forced to fight for their shores as their current known bases are no secret to the empire. Both Santari and Dagan has before expressed their interest in exploring new planets for the order to expand upon, but the opportunity was weighted by the burden of resources needed when they were better served towards defenses. 

But it seems as though Dagan has found away around the council's hesitance as he leans forwards, palms braced against the back of the chair. 

"We've discovered a galaxy outside of the empire's reach. It's outskirts edge the unknown with plenty of planets left undiscovered." His excitement bleeds into your senses, radiating from the palpable effort he must have put into this venture over the last few months. 

You're reminded of a time that Santari confident in you when she admitted to not liking Dagan. She feared the stonic nature of the war-driven Kage, but later noted his somberness as he redirected his goals towards creating a new source for the peace he fought for. Overtime, their visions aligned and from it came understanding and later friendship. 

"We have narrowed down a few options, but the council has tasked me with creating a team to assist in the search."

He thus he asks for Santari's support, knowing that her aspirations would be a leading favor. However, her responsibilities sober the initial ardor. Settingly back in her seat, she reaches for her data-pad idly. You're reminded of the objectives she had set for herself while delegating her own. 

"I ... cannot leave my post right now, Dagan. You know I support your efforts, but my role is best suited here." Your master has the best control over emotions bleeding than anyone you know, but for a moment, even you can feel the palpable disappointment. 

You can't help but feel like you're invading a privacy suited for a friendship that had aged longer than your connection to either of them. But before you could attempt to step away, Dagan brought you to pause with a hand.

You can't help but tremble at the warmth of his hand enclosed around your wrist as he maintain eye contact with your master while offering an alternative: a request for you to join him on his journey instead.

He explains that he brought it up with the council to use this as an opportunity to prepare you for the trials. You're shocked and can't believe what you're hearing. Santari narrows her eyes suspiciously, and you can tell her opinion teetering with the new information brought before her. 

She regards Dagan quietly, and they have a stare-down, each one sizing up the other. Eventually, she asks him if he believes he's in the best position to protect you. The implication is two fold to encompass both physically and from the wrath of the order. Dagan steps closer to her, his confidence palpable as he replies with a resounding "Yes."

Santari is quiet for a moment longer before sighing. Her gaze drifts to you and down to the grasp Dagan has yet to let go. 

"With the council's approval, there is not much more I can do, I suppose." You can't help but feel a bit uneasy, knowing that as your master, she has the final say in the matter and could deny it if she wanted to. But she's not, and you know that she's allowing this to happen.

She turns to you and says, "This is an opportunity for you to prove your maturity, Padawan. Do you believe in yourself?" Dagan turns to you, hope shining in his eyes, and you can feel the desperation emanating from him through your Force sense.

This wasn't just a trial to lay the foundation of your step towards ascension, but the framework that would design your path as Jedi.

And with this decision, you would be accepting the fate of not stepping alone.

You nod, your resolve solidifying. "Yes, Master," you reply, your voice steady and determined.

Dagan grip flexes and you feel a sense of relief and joy wash over you. You can't believe that you're going on this journey with him, but at the same time, you're nervous and unsure of what lies ahead. You know that the trials will be difficult, but you also know that you have to trust in yourself and in Dagan.

Before the Kage could pull you away, Santari asks for a private conversation with Dagam and urges you to begin readying yourself by closing up any lingering tasks. 

Obedietny you depart with a hesitate on Dagan part to let go, however, you find that you couldn't distance yourself further than the garden. Too much had transpired in a short amount of time for you to focus on anything other than what they could possibly be discussing without you. 

You had suspected that Santari had a similar discussion with Dagan at some point before the months had distanced you all, which only made you more anxious about what more this new discovery had prompted. 

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You found yourself pacing back and forth along the garden path, your mind racing with all sorts of possibilities. 

It was true that Santari had given her acceptance, but that had been towards your newly appointed role, not necessarily the severed but still visibly prominent connection that persisted between you and Dagan. 

Would you be in for a separate conversation later detailing her expectations?

At last, Dagan emerged from the office, looking more relieved than you appeared. He practically dragged you away from the garden, leading you towards a secluded cove where you could speak without interruption.

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long," Dagan said, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. "But it's good news, I promise."

You hugged him back, though the source of anxiousness remained . "What ... did she say?"

Dagan pulled away slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "Santari has indeed given me permission to include you on my exploration team."

You felt your heart skip a beat. It was everything you had ever dreamed of – the chance to travel the stars, to discover new worlds and new experiences. But at the same time, the reality of leaving everything you knew behind, of embarking on such a dangerous and uncertain journey, was overwhelming.

Not to mention the present dilemma he was still edging around.

"Dagan, are you sure this is a good idea?" you asked hesitantly. "Did Master Santari have any ... doubts?"

Dagan took your hand, looking at you with a gentle smile. "She voiced her concern," he said softly. "But I assured her that I was capable of mitigating the responsibly. We have the ability to carve a new space—a better home. A place where we wont have to hide."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination there. You knew that he truly believed in this, that he was passionate about exploring the unknown and achieving his goals.

"I'll go with you," you said finally, feeling a rush of excitement and fear at the same time. "But we have to be careful. We can't just rush into this blindly."

You were speaking both on the journey and the fragile future ahead.

Dagan nodded, his expression serious. "I understand," he said. "And I promise you, we'll be mindful. I won't let his opportunity escape."

He pulled you close once more, kissing you deeply. You felt a surge of desire flood back in after weeks of absence as his lips met yours, feeling a sense of completeness that you had never known before.

"I care for you," he whispered against your lips. "And I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always be here for you."

You smiled, feeling of warmth and happiness flooded through you.

And so, the two of you began to plan, to prepare for the journey ahead. You spent weeks researching and gathering information, studying maps and charts, and gathering supplies and equipment. You met with scientists and experts, learning everything you could about the planets and stars that lay ahead.

As the day of departure drew near, you felt a sense of nervous excitement, a sense of anticipation that bordered on fear. But through it all, Dagan was there, his steady presence and unwavering determination giving you strength and courage.

And then, at last, the day arrived. You stood on the launch pad, watching as the ship that would carry you to the stars was fueled and prepared. You felt a sense of awe and wonder of the future paved ahead.

[spacemilkies]

For real, I just had a thought about Dagan and y/n as husband and wife, living in tanalorr with santari (idk if I wrote her name right), y/n had just given birth to a beautiful babygirl, Dagan takes the baby to see the planet (imagine him with a little smile on his face as he cradles her in his arms, showing all the flowers and animals to her) and santari stays with y/n to clean and take care of her

baby steps

pairing: dagan gera x reader wc: 3k rating: teen a/n: just when i thought, how can i bbygirl this man more. The truth lies beyond him having a babygirl himself. thank you for the request, i hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing synopsis:

“She’s adjusting so well. You both are.”

“Well, what can you do when your husband discovers a brand new planet in the middle of your pregnancy?”

The critical time had arrived, and you were both uncertain and eager as your husband embarked on the journey through the unstable abyss. With Santari's research team as his guide, you felt a glimmer of hope that he might make it through unscathed.

Weeks passed, and you found yourself worrying about Dagan's safety and the second being growing inside you. The fear and anticipation of the unknown kept you on edge, but it all came to head upon his return as Dagan regaled the entire order with stories of the wonders he had discovered.

You were almost swept away by his excitement, forgetting momentarily about your own news. However, a sudden wave of lightheadedness jolted you back to reality, and Dagan's worried hands cupped your cheeks, searching for any sign of distress.

"My love, are you unwell?" he asked, his icy blue eyes filled with concern.

You smiled, masking your discomfort as you tried to ground yourself. Your vision swam for a moment longer, but you regained your clarity with a deep sigh. You reached up and covered his hands with your own, squeezing tightly.

"We are fine. I'm just happy that you've made it back to us," you replied.

Dagan's inquisitive mind picked up on the emphasis in your speech, and it took him a beat to connect the dots. But as his gaze flicked down between you, it was clear that he understood.

"You're pregnant," he stated with a sense of certainty, his temple connecting with yours as a flood of emotions washed over you both.

Dagan overwhelmed you with a plethora of kisses, framing every inch of your face until you were forced to pull away, your laughter ringing out in the empty space around you.

He didn't let you go far, immediately reaching for your hands and pulling you close. A flicker of determination brightened his already ethereal gaze as he brought your hands to his chest.

"Tanalorr, we must go at once," he said, urgency ringing in his voice.

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The anticipation of the journey weighed heavily on your mind as you waited for the council to deliberate over Dagan's findings. Every passing day felt like a lifetime, spent endlessly preparing provisions and programming droids for the expedition. Despite the urgency conveyed by Dagan, the council seemed to take their time, deliberating over every detail and scrutinizing every possible outcome.

As the days turned into weeks, you felt your body begin to change, evidence of the new life growing inside you. The burgeoning life within you seemed to make the wait even more unbearable.

Dagan, however, remained focused on the task at hand, overseeing every step of the preparations as if he could personally accelerate the timeline. His excitement was infectious, a source of comfort amid the uncertainty of leaving everything behind and embarking on a new journey to a distant world.

"Almost there, my love," he reassured you, his voice carrying the weight of the journey ahead. "You'll love our new home."

But as the journey began, your physical state worsened. The lightheadedness persisted, punctuated by bouts of nausea, cravings, and cramping. Every symptom felt like a threat to your wellbeing, a reminder of the precariousness of traveling through space while carrying new life within you.

Dagan did his best to comfort you, his strong but gentle presence offering a sense of stability in the midst of the chaos. Yet the uncertainty of the journey lingered, compounded by the treacherous crossing of the abyss. Despite Dagan's previous successes, this journey felt different, carrying with it the weight of multiple lives, including your own and the life you carried.

"All will be well," he promised, the conviction in his voice momentarily soothing your fears.

You leaned into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped in the warmth of his embrace. It was all you could do, knowing that the journey ahead would require every ounce of strength and resilience you possessed.

With a deep breath, you closed your eyes, feeling the hum of the ship beneath you as you hurtled towards the unknown.

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The weightlessness of space was a strange sensation, one that never quite settled within you. The added weight of your pregnancy made it even more uncomfortable, a constant reminder of the life growing within you. You found yourself constantly shifting in your seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but to no avail.

The journey through the unstable abyss was nothing short of harrowing. You could feel every jolt and vibration reverberating through the ship, making your stomach churn with nausea. The constant thrum of the engines was a relentless presence in the background, an ever-present reminder of how far away from home you truly were.

Dagan's determination was undeterred, but even it couldn't entirely ease the discomfort of the journey. You could see the effort behind his smiles, the way his gaze flickered with concern every time you winced. You knew he was determined to make this trip a success, but it still hurt your heart to see him put on a brave face for your sake.

As the days stretched on, you found yourself with little to do but stare out at the vast expanse of space before you. The stars were beautiful, of course, but they offered little solace for your discomfort. You could feel the weight of the void pressing in on you, a constant reminder of just how far away from everything you truly were.

You longed for solid ground beneath your feet, for the feeling of the sun on your skin and the scent of fresh air in your lungs. You longed for the life you'd left behind, for the comfort of the familiar and the known.

But as the ship hurtled through the darkness of space, there was nothing to do but endure. You knew that eventually, you would reach your destination, that you would set foot on solid ground once more. And perhaps then, the discomfort and uncertainty of the journey would all be worth it.

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As the ship made its way through space, you found yourself sinking deeper into a state of drowsiness, lulled by the gentle movements of the vessel and the hum of its engines. Dagan's presence beside you was a comforting weight, his hand resting gently on your rounded stomach as he spoke of the new world that awaited you both.

Though the journey had been a grueling one, fraught with discomfort and uncertainty, the sight that greeted you upon waking was enough to make it all worthwhile. The bridge of the ship was a wide, open space that afforded a panoramic view of the world beyond.

At first, all you could see was an expanse of color, stretching out as far as the eye could see. But as you gazed more closely, you began to make out the details of the landscape. The mountains and rolling plains provided for a perfect canvas for the pretty foliage walks of life.

The air outside the ship was different from anything you had ever experienced before, a heady blend of sweet scents and fresh oxygen that seemed to fill your lungs with every breath. It was a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial environment of the ship, and it left you feeling alive and invigorated.

Dagan's hand found yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "Welcome to Tanalorr," he said, his voice filled with pride and affection. "This is our home."

You looked up at him, feeling a sense of wonder and gratitude wash over you. Despite the trials and tribulations of the journey, you knew that this was where you were meant to be. And with Dagan by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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As the weeks went by, the ever-bustling Dagan found himself torn between his duties as the lead expert and his desire to show you all his favorite spots on Tanalorr. Though he couldn't always be by your side, the growing being in your belly reminded you that soon enough, space would be meant for three. Your mobility became increasingly limited as your due date approached. Your belly grew round and heavy, and you found yourself unable to see your feet or stand for extended periods of time.

But even so, you found solace in the gardens, surrounded by the vibrant colors and fragrant scents of the botanical life. Santari often joined you there, her curiosity piqued by the diverse flora that Tanalorr had to offer. As you basked in the warm sun, Dagan materialized behind you, his lips nuzzling your jaw as he spoke.

"I'm sure you tire of the same sight. I wish to show you more," he said.

Santari snorted ahead of you, her voice tinged with amusement. "I will pretend that is not directed at me."

Dagan chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter between the two of them. "You know I value the time you've been able to keep them company."

It was true - Santari had become a frequent companion, her focus on research and rebuilding the archives of Tanalorr making her a valuable asset to the initiative. As she shared her work with you and Dagan, you couldn't help but feel grateful for her company.

But as your due date drew closer, you found it increasingly difficult to move around. Dagan's hand slid down to your belly, which had grown prominent and heavy. "And a promising Jedi they will be," he mused, a hint of pride in his voice.

Santari couldn't resist a playful jab. "Perhaps by the time the child is of age, you may even be mature enough to be their Master."

Dagan made a face at her teasing, the two of them falling into their usual verbal sparring match. As you watched them, you couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have a new, curious voice in the mix.

But as you pushed yourself to stand up, your brain struggling to catch up with your body, something felt off. You stumbled an extra step, and a trickle of fluid slid down the inside of your thigh. Embarrassment threatened to overtake you, but the realization of what was happening hit you first.

You met Dagan's concerned gaze, feeling a sense of urgency in your chest. "Dagan, we need to go. The baby's coming."

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Dagan's instinct kicks in as soon as he realizes your water has broken. With every ounce of his being, he guides you to the resident medics with the utmost care and urgency. As you enter the unfamiliar space, a flurry of new faces whisk you away, leaving Dagan behind. In that moment, you witness a side of him that you've never seen before – lost and unsure, unable to do anything but watch from afar as the medics attend to you.

As the contractions intensify, fear and relief flood through you. Fear of the unknown, but relief that you have no control over the force. If you did, it would be too dangerous for those around you, as you filter through a myriad of emotions. And yet, you can't help but feel anxious, knowing that Dagan is attuned to every sound and expression of pain that you emit.

The process is long and arduous, each contraction feeling like an eternity as your muscles strain with the effort of expelling the being that you've nurtured for so long. The medics try to support you where they can, but there's only so much encouragement they can provide. You're left to bear the brunt of the work, but somehow, through it all, Dagan's presence wraps around you, giving you the clarity to push on.

With every push, you feel yourself growing weaker, but you know you must keep going. And finally, after what seems like an eternity, you hear the sound of your baby taking her first breath – a tiny wail that echoes pleasantly against your collapsed form.

“Congratulations, it's a girl," the medic announces.

Your heart is overwhelmed with emotion as the medic gently places your whimpering baby in your weak arms. She's a beautiful sight, her complexion favoring your own, but it's her eyes that captivate you. Looking up, you find an identical pair hovering close as Dagan's finger strokes the tiny damp head.

“You did so well, my love. She's beautiful," he whispers, adoration etched on his face.

In that moment, surrounded by the love and warmth of your family, you feel a sense of peace wash over you – a feeling of pure joy that words cannot describe.

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The medical facility where you convalesce is an oasis of calm amid the chaos of war. The air is crisp and cool, sanitized to prevent infection. Soft sunlight streams through the windows, casting a gentle glow across the room and bathing it in a warm, comforting light. The faint scent of disinfectant lingers in the air, a reminder of the sterile environment necessary for healing.

The recovery process is slow and grueling, every movement an effort. Your muscles ache with the effort of sitting up, and your legs feel weak and unsteady beneath you when you first try to stand. It takes all your willpower to push through the pain and focus on your goal: getting back to your feet and being reunited with your family.

In those early days, Dagan is a constant presence at your side. He fusses over you, bringing you water and food, and reassuring you that everything will be all right. Santari is a regular visitor, her easy charm and gentle humor lifting your spirits and helping you to forget, if only for a little while, the pain and exhaustion that you are feeling.

As the days turn into weeks, your daughter becomes the center of your world. You and Dagan take turns holding her, gazing into her bright, curious eyes, and marveling at the miracle of life. The Jedi order continues to grow and change around you, but in those quiet moments, all that matters is the bond that you share with your little family.

The first year of your daughter's life is a blur of sleepless nights and endless diaper changes, but it is also a time of wonder and joy. You watch her grow and develop, marveling at her first steps, her first words, and the boundless curiosity that drives her to explore the world around her. Through it all, you and Dagan are a team, navigating the challenges of parenthood together and finding strength in each other's love.

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The distant chirps of the aviary species permeated the air, a symphony of sound that echoed through the tranquil woods. Your daughter's voice, however, was the most beautiful of them all.

"Papa, papa!" she called out with glee, her small hand grasping at the rough bark of the tree trunk.

The word meant a lot of things to your child.

Dagan.

You.

This.

That.

Here.

Mine.

And her favorite.

Now.

Her word held many meanings, but it was clear that in this moment, she wanted her father's attention.

From your position, you watched with a smile as Dagan promptly appeared, always quick to respond to his daughter's beck and call. He lowered himself onto one knee, and your daughter eagerly clambered onto his lap, her chubby fingers grasping at his hair as she hoisted onto her feet. "What is it?" he asked, his deep voice filled with amusement.

Your daughter's finger pointed up towards the canopy of the tree, and Dagan followed her gaze. At first, his expression was curious, but as he spied the small nest nestled among the branches, his face lit up with recognition. "Ah, your friends are finally here," he remarked, understanding your daughter's excitement.

With gentle care, Dagan lifted your daughter up until she was perched atop his shoulders, granting her a much better view of the precious new hatchlings. The tiny birds chirped and squawked, their beady eyes fixated on the world around them.

Your daughter's own voice joined in with their chorus, "Papa, papa!"

As Dagan explained the species to your daughter, you couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. The memories of the early days flooded back, the uncertainty and excitement that came with being new parents. It was all worth it, though, to see your daughter's joy in moments like this.

Dagan's gaze flicked towards you, and you met his eyes with a tender smile. Yes, this moment was worth it all. The sun shone brightly, dappling the lush greenery with golden light, and the garden teemed with life. It was a moment frozen in time, one that you would cherish forever.

[eveenstar]

I read your Dagan Gera HC's/fic, and I love it!

May I request a Dagan Gera and reader one-shot, sorta inspired by the HC's you posted, where he meets/runs into the reader who was present during the High Republic with him?

Thank you!

Hello!! So glad you liked it <3 I hope you don't mind but I wrote the reader as a woman, it's just what I found more easy to write with. Hope you still like it tho?? I might make a part 2 if this one is well received :)

The Force Priestress | Dagan Gera/f!Reader -> one-shot |

DATE UNKNOWN, Jedi Temple of Coruscant, High Republic era

The Jedi are the keepers of the peace of the galaxy, Dagan repeated to himself as his blade slashed another training dummy in half. It fell to his feet with small clouds of smoke evaporing in the air. I am a warrior, I am a-

"Jedi." A woman in red stood at the door of the training room. She bowed her head in respect and a kind smile spread across her lips. "Your thoughts are quite loud for a master, no?"

Dagan raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"

The stranger shook her head, "No, at least not yet." She took a step forward, "My name is (Y/N)."

Dagan tilted his head as he looked at her up and down. She had no lightsaber, yet the Jedi Knight could feel the Force within her, moving in ways he had never felt before.

As the silence dragged on, the world seemed to stop around them. Dagan could no longer hear the footsteps down the hallway, the chattering of padawans and their masters, or the training droid behind him. All he could feel was her.

And it scared him as much as it called out to him.

"I think you might be Dagan Gera, am I correct to assume?" She asked as she took another step forward. Her eyes followed the way his yellow lightsaber gave his pale skin a golden contrast.

"Yes." Dagan narrowed his eyes, "How do you-"

"I don't know."

There was a moment where it felt like both their breaths were being held in. A moment that was gone as soon as it came.

"Dagan?" A more familiar face came into vision, Santari. She stood where (Y/N) stood just a few seconds ago. "What are you doing?"

Dagan blinked and stared, confused and alarmed, but those emotions were so brief in his eyes that one would not be able to catch it unless you were looking for them.

After a moment's breath, he turned back to his lightsaber.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

The ship's bridge was quiet except for the beeping of some unknown button. Dagan stood straight as he watched the stars. There were times where he would close his eyes and think of the old days, back before Tanalorr, before...

But he wasn't alone, at least not as much as he'd like to be. At the co-pilot's seat was a woman named (Y/N), fiddling with a holocron Force knows where she got it from.

Dagan watched her with an unreadable face, but he felt his fingers twitch at the sight.

"This is Master Obi-Wan Kenobi," The holocron echoed, "The Jedi Order-"

"What are you doing?" At the sudden interruption, (Y/N) yelped and the holocron fell from the air, clashing against the floor with a thund. She turned on her chair to look at him.

"Oh, sorry, forgot you were there." She nervously smiled and scratched the back of her neck with a forced laugh.

"You lack the focus of a Force user." Dagan hummed and an arrogant smirk revealed itself. One she was much too used to seeing. "I don't even know why I still keep you around."

(Y/N) rested her feet on top of the controls. "Maybe because deep down that cold, stone heart you still feel an inch of gratitude."

Dagan laughed dryly, "Don't test your luck, little priestress."

(Y/N) rose from her seat and brushed past him. In some other time, the Fallen Jedi would have been annoyed, mad even, but he found himself smiling as she walked away. It awakened something in him, a feeling that he hasn't felt since...

The smile faded from his face and was instead replaced by a suspicious frown.

That same day, Dagan found himself meditating upon the Force on the darkness of his chambers. The anger and the hatred swirled around him like a storm in the ocean, one that he felt himself drowning and sinking until there was nothing left to breath in. But the feeling of walking so close to the edge, of falling into the depths of his darkest desires, was more tempting than anything he had ever tasted before. Even more than Tanalorr.

But it wasn't about Tanalorr anymore, was it?

No, it was about him. Of what rightfully belonged to him. Had the Jedi listened to him, had they seen what Tanalorr could have done for the galaxy, for the future of their order... But now the Jedi were no more, the Sith reign supreme on their empire.

There was something else to his anger. Something Dagan could not quite place. After spending so long in stasis, the memories of his prime days were nothing more than foggy whispers on his mind, blurred faces and fights. Yet there was one face in particular he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried. Someone whose face he had seen in his dreams, or his nightmares, even in waking life as well. In the Jedi Temple, in the streets of some backwater planet, down to the caves of dead beasts.

And that face was (Y/N)'s.

The realisation disrupted his meditative state, and Dagan lowered himself from the air. The galaxy seemed to stop, as if nothing else existed except for him and the strange Force Priestress. As they locked eyes, he felt a glimpse of the past. It was as if they could finally breathe again.

"It's you."

[eveenstar]

okay but hear me out on drunk!dagan gera...

you don't know how it happened. it was probably on a night you two decided to unwind with some of the bedlam raiders, including rayvis (of course) and you somehow managed to persuade dagan to come along. you weren't expecting the fallen jedi to get drunk to a point he couldn't hold his own weight and had to lean on you for support.

drunk!dagan rambles and rambles, and does the most incoherent speeches you and the raiders have ever witnessed. he'll climb on top of a table (with the help of rayvis, who picks dagan up as if he weighted nothing) and point to everyone present with his lightsaber (later on you had to trick him into giving you his lightsaber because he was waving it around) while speeching about the empire, cal kestis, the jedi order, and tanalorr-

you end up having to hold him in your arms as he tries to "gracefully" climb down from the table.

drunk!dagan who trips over his feet and almost facepalms himself on the floor and has you help him strip off of his clothes. he glares at you the entire time, as if you somehow took tanalorr from him (which he continues insisting on, you almost believe he's in love with the planet), but then his face goes from snow white to beat red and you swear he's as red as his blade. he says he has something to tell you, you're listening, and then he falls asleep right before he tells you whatever it is he wanted to tell you.

drunk!dagan rambles and rants a lot. really, prepare to be unable to sleep because he'll be rambling your ear off. you thought he talked about tanalorr a lot? oh love, you haven't seen a thing. not until you're trying to take dagan to bed, his arm around your shoulders and his head hanging low, sometimes nudging against your neck, mumbling so low you can't make out a single word. he'll attempt to kiss you at one point or another.

but you have a feeling that you already know what it is.

[eveenstar]

Hey, I found your blog looking for Dagan Gera stuff after finishing Jedi Survivor. Saw you were taking requests and figured I’d send in one myself because I love your writing and Dagan absolutely needs more love.

Would it be ok if I requested a Dagan x Female!Current Jedi!Reader based off your relationship head canons you did? Where the reader is separated from Cal and ends up with Dagan.

It saddens me to search the Dagan Gera tag and see the same 4/5 fanfics every time! He definitely needs more love and I'm here to give it to him ♡

Hope I didn't disappoint!!

¨”°⍣~•★ 𝐥'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 | dagan gera x f!jedi!reader ★•~⍣°”¨

not even the moon could tear my eyes away from you.

Cal, Cal...Cal. There was so much noise, so much pain and confusion. The last thing you saw was a smoke bomb being thrown your way and the flash of Cal's blue saber trying to shield you off of your attackers. A pair of big, rough hands dragged you away, and somewhere amidst the fighting, you lost your consciousness.

"we stay together now, no more running off,"

"who said anything about running off? in fact, I am a very responsible jedi,"

"I'm convinced you and Merrin must be sisters."

The colours of the monochromatic room were the first to greet your eyes. The lights flickered for a moment, burning your eyes as they tried to adjust to the change. Your head was pounding.

You didn't recognize this room, it looked ancient but somewhat...modern. The walls were shiny white, with golden stripes. The symbol of the Jedi Order was painted onto the floor, in all its old glory. The High Republic, the peak of the order....

In alarm, you scurried up to your feet, reaching for your lightsaber, but your hands tapped the empty belt.

"Looking for this?" The door slided open, a pair of boots stomped in. Dagan waved your lightsaber in his hands.

"Give it to me." You hissed, holding out your hand. Dagan tutted and shook his head.

"Cal has yet to come for you." Dagan announced. He waited for you to say something, to react, maybe even try and attack him. You didn't. "Does he not care for you?"

"Is that what I am now?" You crossed your arms. "Bait?"

Dagan tilted his head, then narrowed his gaze. One, two... He shook his head, a small grin twitched in his lips.

"Yes." He said simply. "No."

You raised an eyebrow, confused. You could feel Dagan's presence and it was cold, angry and...something else, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. The Jedi that stood before you was a relic of the past, of times now forgotten, and underneath all that darkness and hunger for revenge was a confused and hurt man.

"Are you going to keep me here?" You asked, not once taking your eyes off of him. You found that Dagan could only hold your gaze for no longer than a few seconds.

"Yes." Replied Dagan.

"For how long?" You sat back down, leaning against the cold wall. You hoped Cal would return soon, you didn't know what to expect from Rayvis and the Fallen Jedi, and you didn't want to find out.

The silence lingered and stretched for uncomfortably long seconds. You looked away to the window beside you, watching the clouds outside. It was so beautiful, you thought. In your years with Cal, you had seen so much of the galaxy, in its worst and best.

Now you wondered if you would ever see that again.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice Dagan leaving. The door glided closed, and the faint sound of a beep was caught by your ears. Locked in and guarded outside. You didn't have your lightsaber or your blaster with you, and the room was deprived of anything else.

You would have to wait.

And that wait dragged on weeks and weeks on end. During that time, you had gotten to know Dagan better than you ever thought possible. It was hard not to, as the fallen Jedi had made it a habit to come to your "cell" to talk - it had started with simple questions;

"How did you meet Cal?"

"Did he train you?"

"Who are the members of his crew?"

But you would budge one second. You would never betray Cal like that, he was like a brother to you. Your family. Just as Merrin, Greez and Cere were. In your unwillingness to share and determination, Dagan found himself complimenting you for it, telling you how that was a strong trait to have, how Cal was lucky to have you (he gritted his teeth at the 'compliment', he should be the one to have y-) and... at first, you resisted. You insulted at each and little thing you could sense and knew about him.

But Dagan always found himself back to you. The questions slowly began to turn around to only you. Simple things such as your homeworld, your favorite planet, how you built your lightsaber...and despite all odds, you found yourself replying to him. Every time.

You tried to make him open up, to speak to you like a normal person. But all you got was a scoff and an eye roll, completely dismissing you. Accepting defeat, you told Dagan of the state of the galaxy, of the rise of the Empire and the fall of the Jedi Order, how you were just a child when it happened, how your master died to save you. Only did you stop when your voice failed you, when the tears freely strolled down your face and your shoulders trembled.

Dagan, who had been listening to you, his emotions shifting between anger and disappointment, was caught off guard by your tears. He didn't like seeing you cry, but it brought you closer to him and further away from Kestis. He couldn't let that opportunity slip past his fingers.

His arm wrapped around you, bringing you closer to his body and resting his chin atop your head. "Shh, shh," Dagan kissed your forehead, letting you cry against his chest, hoping that would ease your troubled mind....and bring you to him.

Dagan was right in the end.

As the days passed, no signs of Cal Kestis or his friends, Dagan made it his mission to turn your mind to him. He was only showing you the truth. The cold and hard truth. There was no hope for the galaxy! The Jedi are gone! But Dagan has a plan, he assures you, Tanalorr is the future for the both of you, and the new order that Dagan intends to nourish.

And you? You slowly fall into his webs. You allow this fallen Jedi, knight of the Jedi Order of old, to enter your mind and body with his words, his touches, and his kisses. You want it to feel wrong, it should be wrong, but it feels so right, especially when he's mapping your body with his touches, holding you close to him as if the galaxy depended on it.

Dagan would let you accompany him once he was sure your loyalty lays with him and only him. Soon enough, you would turn into his trusted advisor and lover. He would compare you to Santari Khri, but remind you how much better than her you were.

"You won't betray me." Dagan would tell you, his cold hand on your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at him. "I know it. I feel it."

In the privacy of his chambers, he'd kiss your lips, and his kiss would feel like a storm. Passionate, aggressive, as if he was trying to possess you in every sense of the word. His body was but a means to worship yours, and Dagan found himself falling into the warmth of your love.

With you by his side, Dagan was more confident than ever. You had to keep him under control, or he would leave destruction and death in his wake, more than he already has. He would not stand for anyone getting in the way of Tanalorr and his mission to reshape the galaxy.

Rayvis teases Dagan. You soften the fallen Knight. You are a weakness to him, as he is yours. He may try to hide it as best as he can, but everyone can see it as clear as day - the longing of his eyes, the blue that softens whenever you enter a room or look at him.

Dagan will deny it, no matter how obvious it is. You once walk in on him Force-choking one of the raiders, who had been unlucky enough to be in earshot of Dagan while talking about his weakness, you.

"Dagan!" You stood, horrified at the scene. "Put him down!"

Dagan peered over his shoulder to look at you. The anger of his eyes faltered for a second.

"Leave." The raider was slammed against the wall, hands grasping at the invisible pressure on his throat. "Now. You shouldn't see this." The humming of his red blade was another proof of how far Dagan was willing to go.

He didn't listen to you. Not this time. The raider laid dead at his feet, and Dagan sheathed his lightsaber back onto his belt. He wrapped his arm around you, taking your lips in his again, and you found yourself complying, as you had many times before.

But something was heaving on his mind. Cal Kestis. He was intent on getting you back, as if you weren't as safe as you could be under Dagan's protection. You didn't want your friend to fall to his blade, but you knew what Dagan was capable of.

"He will try to take you from me. I won't lose you." Dagan whispered by your ear at night, his chest pressing onto your back. "I won't lose you the way I lost Tanalorr."

"You won't." You assured him, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles, his fingers, his palm. "I promise you."

Dagan nuzzled his face in your neck, "You are so beautiful. So very beautiful." He murmured against your skin. "Not even the moon could tear my eyes away from you."

You smiled, feeling his hold on your waist tighten. You had grown used to his Force presence, as it comforted you so many times before. It now felt warm and cozy, like a blanket being placed around you. Maybe a shield? No matter how you put it, it always made you feel like there was nothing that could stand in your way.

Dagan was right. The galaxy needed a new beginning, and you two were the right people for it. You trusted Dagan to settle things right.

Cal was an afterthought.

[spacemilkies]

alr so i'm 10K+ into a pre-game timeline dagan fic. i'm thinking that i'm going to separate it into a minimum of 2 parts. i'll spend today editing and likely post tonight or tmr!

in the mean time, feel free to send prompts or request while im living in my star wars era again!

[probablist]

Sleepy Cuddles

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• Dagan Gera

Warnings: None, just cuddles- fluff.

a/n: I wrote this when I was all sleepy and stuff, and because i couldn't sleep. Plus I needed a creative output lmao. Enjoy short drabble.

Word Count: 491

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.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

Despite it being a “super secret” base which was harboring many Raiders, it was awfully peaceful as you laid with Dagan on the bed of his room. His hand idly ran through your hair, your arms wrapped around his torso and head on his chest. There were many reasons as to why it could be so, so quiet in that bedroom you two shared- the most likely one being that he told the Raiders in the base to be quiet when near the room.

For whatever reason, you couldn't fall asleep. You’d tried multiple times prior to this, before eventually giving up and going to get Dagan, thinking he might be able to help.

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You walked through the hallway that led from the bedroom to Dagan’s lab- well, more accurately, workbench room. The quiet pitter patter of your bare feet on the floor was probably the only sound, other than the muffled voices of Raiders. Upon reaching his lab, you noticed he was messing with his lightsaber hilt.. again. Recently he’d been trying to make it double bladed- and you would regret pulling him away from his work. Even though you knew that you were his everything, other than Tanalorr.

“Dagan?” You quietly said his name, and he heard. Turning around, he set down the hilt and began walking toward you, arm outstretched. “My, darling, I thought you were asleep?” And if you weren't so tired that might have made you blush.

“I’m sorry- I was trying to,” he placed his hand on your waist as you said this, with a concerned expression, “but I couldn't fall asleep.” He frowned, hand traveling up to rest at the side of your face, “(Name), darling, do not apologize for not being able to fall asleep. That’s no reason to be apologizing.”

He paused, studying your tired expression before he continued. “Let's get you back into bed, hm?” To which you nodded, and Dagan smiled a little before beginning to walk. His hand moved to your back as you walked alongside him, back to the room the both of you shared.

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So, now you both laid there. It only took a bit of convincing to get him to lay down (cuddle) with you until you fell asleep- though, he promised to stay until you woke up. “Tired yet?” Dagan’s voice broke the peaceful silence, yet you thought his voice added to the peacefulness of the quiet room.

“I’ve been tired, Dagan,” it came out as a sleepy grumble, and you readjusted to look up at him a little, “but this is helping, yes.” He smiled, glad that cuddling was helping, even if it was only a little. “Lay your head back down, my love, try to sleep.”

You did so, closing your eyes and reminiscing in the moment. Dagan’s hand still ran through your hair, and it was still very quiet. Honestly, you couldn't wish for anything more.

[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

You Release Dagan From That Bacta Tank!

(Follows the dialogue of Dagan being released by Cal! Only, it’s you!)

(I had altered it just a little!)

(KINDA LONG!)

Rating: PG for…a little bit of action, angst and fluff!

(Dagan Gera X Fem Reader)

Coming upon the Forest Array tower, you make your way inside, finding everything was in ruin and in disarray. You step on this lift as it automatically starts to go up to the top. Once the lift stops, you discover that it’s a rehabilitation wing as you go up to this automated door, with it opening in your presence. You make your way over to this terminal, using your expert slicing skills to slice open the big door. As you enter the room, you find a cylindrical case in front of you as you take out this compact turner key. Activating it, the cylindrical case flaps open up to reveal a Bacta tank with a man floating inside. You slowly walk up to the tank, getting a closer look. Who knows how long he’s been here! You place a hand on the tank glass, using your Force power to enter his subconscious mind. Some memories played through of him exploring this planet called Tanalorr, along with this woman named Santari Khri. You then came upon this memory, seeing the sky go dark with eerie orbs of light shining in the atmosphere. You felt like you were actually there, witnessing the whole event as you look to that Santari woman rush inside the temple to get help. You looked back to the sky as you noticed everything started getting darker. But that’s when you heard a voice spoke beside you. “You’re not here…”, You look over, seeing the man was looking at you. How does he see you? How’d he notice you? “You’re not supposed to be here…”, he continued. You can’t help but feel a pull of some kind as you slowly walk up to him, moving your hand towards him, seeing he was moving his hand to yours as well. You then heard him say, “Release me. Please!”,

The memory starts to fade as your vision comes back to normal. You open your eyes to see your own hand still on the glass tank but see the man had his hand on the tank too. You quickly look up, seeing he was wide awake and looking dead at you. You can feel your heart start to race, thinking, “OH MY GODS! I just woke up a dead guy!”, You look over to see a control panel had just popped up off to the side. You wonder if those were the controls for the Bacta tank. You go over, not knowing which buttons to press as you only press these two buttons. The top of the console opens up to reveal a beautifully designed lightsaber hilt. You quickly grab it as you watch the Bacta tank start to go down, seeing the fluid inside start to drain away and close down. The man collapses to the floor, struggling to breathe for a second. After he took a good breath, he was able to take the breathing mask off, being able to breathe more better. “Who are you? I saw you!”, he spoke out, taking a stern glance at you. You were hesitant to speak but you were able to say, “My name is Y/N…and I mean no harm…”, You see him only look back to the floor as he acknowledges your name. “What’s yours?”, You add, feeling the tension that’s surrounding you. “I’m…Dagan Gera…”, You felt a wave of shock over your body as he says his name. Dagan Gera? The name was awfully familiar to you. You sigh slightly as you sit yourself near him but not too close, as you glance over his lightsaber in your hands. “Well…Dagan…a lot of things have happened…I can only name a few...the Order has disappeared…all the Jedi are either displaced or have turned into Inquisitors. And…I’m on this mission to seek out if there are any still around…and it seems like you’re one of them!”, You say those words as you see Dagan was looking at you. He sat back onto his knees, soaking in the information you just told him. He then looks over to you again, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’re not a Jedi yourself, I assume?”, You could only shake your head as you gesture his lightsaber hilt in your hand.

“If you want me to, I can help you…help you catch up to speed on certain things…”, Dagan looks to his hilt in your hand before he slowly stands to his feet. Once he was, he reaches out to take his lightsaber from you, igniting it, with the blade glowing a golden yellow. “Yes. I am back…”, he then retracted his blade, clipping it to his black under-pants as he held out his hand. It took you a minute to realize that he was helping you up from the floor. You slowly extend your hand to his, instantly taking hold as you feel yourself get pulled up from the floor. After pulling away, he takes his hilt back into his hand as he mentioned, “The Order is gone…I must return to Tanalorr…”, he limps over to the console that still stands, placing his hilt onto it. Now you remember! Tanalorr! The planet you saw in his memory. “Do you think you can tell me what happened there? I saw it in your memory…”, You notice Dagan using his Force power to open his hilt, revealing his golden colored Kyber Crystal inside. “We were invaded…I held them at bay as long as I could but…there were too many…”, You start to feel guilt swell inside you as Dagan continued. “The battle was…horrific…still we weren’t beaten…not yet…”, You walk just an inch towards him, getting intrigued by what he’s saying. “Not until the Jedi Council gave the order to abandon Tanalorr and then refuse to counter-attack…”, You felt confused into why the Council did that. “Wait…so, they gave up? Just like that?”, “Yes…it was my discovery! My home and they just expected me to throw it away!”, You watch as he starts to bleed his crystal red. You could tell he was getting angry by the second as you go up to place your hand on his armless shoulder. “Dagan…we can work this out…please! Just trust me!”, You tried reasoning with him, but it wasn’t working. “I refused to obey and was betrayed by the one I trusted most!”, “WAIT!”, Without warning, Dagan turns around to face you with his bled-out crystal floating in his hand. He sent out a powerful shockwave with it that sent you tumbling across the room.

You groan in pain as you slowly sit up on your arm, patting on yourself to see that you didn’t have any weapons on you. You were defenseless. You watch as Dagan’s lightsaber and Kyber crystal levitate in his hand as he pieces the saber back together and igniting it, revealing his new blade color: a dark mix of red and orange. Basically, almost a Sith color! You quickly realize Dagan coming over to you, trying to lay a strike on you with his blade. You roll over in time to avoid his stab, as he attempted this multiple times, with each time of you avoiding his blade. Just as you stood to your feet, Dagan Force pushes you across the room with his missing arm, making your back hit hard against the wall. You could only squeeze your eyes shut as Dagan stalks over to you, aiming the end of his blade near your face. You could literally feel the heat come off of it! But in an instant, you popped open your eyes to see him move his blade away from you. He probably noticed that you didn’t have any weapons on you. And that you don’t look like somebody who can fight. You look up, seeing his face morph into regret as he retracted his blade, clipping it to his underpants as he extended his hand to you. “I’m sorry…”, he whispers, with a hint of sincerity. You gave him a small side eyed look as you take his hand, feeling his strength as he pulls you to your feet quickly pulling his hand away.

You lightly dust yourself off as you look squarely at him. “Do you still want me to help you? My offer is still on the table…”, He comes closer to you, grabbing a hold on your hand again. “Yes, I do—maybe I might help you with something in return…”, You could feel a sense of satisfaction swell inside you at what he said as you smile to him. “Well, I guess it’s your lucky day then!”, Dagan, for the first time, smiles back at you. Maybe he won’t be such a bad person! Especially when you’re around. Out of nowhere, these huge doors of the room open up to reveal a transporter ship hovering in the air, with spy droids flying around. Dagan releases your hand as he looked to notice saying, “Ah, Rayvis! I should’ve known you would honor your oath…”, You look to see a tall Gen’dai species waving towards you both. That must be him. You see Dagan look over to you, extending his hand to you once more. “You can join me if you want…there’s room for one more…”, You stared at his hand, wondering why you should take it. But that voice inside your head was telling you to for some reason. Without more thinking, you instantly grab it, feeling him squeeze in reaction as he led you over to the ship. Once on it, you fly across the terrain of Koboh to this unknown observatory base, where you start the process of helping Dagan regain his bearings. In your mind, you knew this was wrong, but all you wanted was to help the Jedi. At least for those who are left. But all you knew was that Dagan was going to be a real handful. You just hoped you have the patience and time!

The End!

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

✦𝙰 𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒'𝚜 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 (𝙰𝙾3 - 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛! 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝙲)

⤷Hivall Surike is a Jedi Padawan under the mentorship of Rey Skywalker at the new Jedi Temple. An eager and curious girl since a young age, Hivall always had a peculiar interest for the Dark Side and its legends since she found out she was Force sensitive. Despite her master's warnings, she departs to go explore an ancient and forgotten planet: Korriban.

✦𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍 (𝙰𝙾3 - 𝙰 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗 & 𝚁𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗)

⤷Revan wakes up in a strange, modern galaxy, far away from his own time. He wanders from planet to planet as he tries to figure out what happened to his empire and the Sith - this is when he meets Rey, a scavenger, and the two form an unlikely friendship.

✦𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 (𝙰𝙾3 - 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗/𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚒 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚗/𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚒)

✦𝚄𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝙰𝙾3 - 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

⤷There has been an awakening in the Force and all living beings have felt it. A mysterious Dark Side user has made themselves known to the Jedi and with them, new threats and mysteries followed. While the Jedi Council is disturbed by this, Darth Sidious grows wary of this Sith individual. Meanwhile, two Jedi begin their mission to uncover the truth behind the peculiar Sith...

✦𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 (𝙰𝙾3/𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 - 𝙰 𝙹𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊/𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚄)

⤷The Van der Linde gang embraces yet another new member, a young woman who was found wandering with strange clothes in the snow, but soon they'll find out that there's more to her story than she's saying. The world that they know is about to end and a new era will rise, but with one of their members being hunted down by a mysterious man called Darth Vader, they only have two options: run or die.

✦𝙳𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝙶𝚎𝚛𝚊 | 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙/𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 |

✦𝙱𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 (𝙰𝙾3/𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 - 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚡/𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛/𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗 - 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚄)

✦𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛/𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝)

✦"𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚊, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒?" (𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝙰𝚄 - 𝙾𝚋𝚒-𝚆𝚊𝚗 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒/𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

✦𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎-𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚂/𝙾 (𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜)

✦𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 (𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛/𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝)

✦𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 (𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛/𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 - 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝)

✦𝙰𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 (𝙰 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚡/𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 - 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝)

(more to add...)

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How Dagan would comfort you if you feel sad...

(Headcanons!)

(Dagan Gera x Fem Reader!)

Upon knowing about your current state of mind, he'll be wanting to give you some space...

He'll then come around and shower you with affection, letting you know he cares for you!

He 'll take you out to give you some air...

Being on a walk with him has never made you feel this good!

He'll take hold of your hand, squeezing into it, letting you know he's not letting go...

After the walk, he takes you back to base, telling you that you should rest...

He'll be much obliged to rest alongside you...

You never felt so much peace when you're laying right next to him...

He'll calm your mind down, using his Force power, helping to get rid of any unwanted thoughts and feelings...

He'll caress every inch of you, wanting you to feel safe when you're around him and wanting to feel every curve and crevice...

Still have trouble falling asleep? No problem! Dagan will make quick work, lulling you to sleep with his soft touch and kisses...feeling his power overwhelming your senses!

He'll continue to comfort you, telling you that shouldn't be sad and start to see the brighter side of things...the brighter future for the both of you...

He'll whisper the plans he has for you in your ear as you sleep, being sure that you hear him, even in dreamland!

Yet, you are grateful for his help and hoping for that future with him as well!

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