#if you know the Jedi weren’t such assholes all the time

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Ahsoka Tano/ Barris Offee

Celebrating 6 months of the Star Wars Sapphics Server

Here I am on my people who were failed by the Jedi Order kick. Let me present you more pain.

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An Incomplete List: Things I need to be in the RWRB movie

(Including things we already know will be in it because god I’m so excited)

Basically this will just be me listing all my favorite parts of the book so I apologize in advance for how long this will be I’m brainrotting HARD rn)

1. The callback between Henry asking June (maybe Nora tho now) to waltz and then later telling Alex he hates waltzing at the V&A idk why but this is important to me

2. PLEASE a flashback of baby Alex seeing the picture of baby Henry in the J14 magazine I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT

3. Henry’s (and Alex’s) insomnia (because I am also an insomniac and it’s an important part of their characters I feel)

4. ALEX’S GLASSES PLEEEEEASE

5. Star Wars including the Leia and Han references/mural and Henry’s favorite movie being Return of the Jedi because THATS MINE TOO❤️❤️ and also “bit short for a stormtrooper”

6. CORNBREAD AND STUFFING CORNBREAD KNOWS MY SINS HENRY buy a summer home in Majorca with the turkey Mr Wobbles and David picture from Henry and their cute little “we’ve obviously got crushes but we’re ignoring it” phone goodbye

7. EVERYTHING ABOUT NEW YEARS BUT ESPECIALLY ALEX TRYING TO GET HENRY TO DANCE AND HENRY JUST GAY PANICKING

8. Nora’s extrapolated data about Alex’s obvious crush lmao

9. RED ROOOOOOOOOM

10. “Fucking eyelashes” and also “good to know. I am very, very gay.”

11. The stupid titles they use in their emails like His Royal Horniness and Alex First Son of Off-Brand England

12. BABY and LOVE and SWEETHEART I normally hate pet names (minus love I adore that one always) but I am a SUCKER for Firstprince pet names specifically

13. I’d love to see a flashback to young Henry coming out to Bea even for just a second

14. I NEEDNEEDNEED a shot like this in the movie

(Art by vkellyeart) but yes give me a shot like this where they’re on opposite ends of the world “two parentheses enclosing 3700 miles”

15. “Say good morning to your strumpet, Henry.”

16. So I know we won’t get the Hoe Dameron and Prince Buttercup kimonos anymore (sadness) but LET NICHOLAS GALITZINE BELT HIS HEART OUT TO QUEEN I BEG

17. Since we don’t get Cash wearing one SLAP A BRIGHT PINK FEATHER BOA ON AMY PLZ

18. Bea’s lime green drop-waist Wimbledon dress with gold honeybee Gucci sunglasses fight me Ellie Bamber would rock that look

19. So I know we know they don’t dance to Your Song in the V&A but I hope Henry still plays it on the piano or at least it plays somewhere in the movie cuz i love that song also JUST HENRY PLAYING PIANO IN GENERAL PLZ AND LET ALEX LOOK AT HIM WITH SEVERE HEART EYES and then Henry falling asleep on Alex and Alex just laying awake like Well Shit

20. “Most things are awful most of the time, but you’re good.”

21. Alex’s vocabulary apparently only being expletives when Zahra busts in on him and Henry lmao and “yes we can unpack the ironic symbolism later GO” and also “I thought you were getting into international relations or something” “I mean technically—“ “if you finish that sentence I’m gonna spend tonight in jail” 😂😂

22. THE POWERPOINTS HAHAHAH and “You need to figure out if you feel forever about him”

23. “Should I tell you that when we’re apart, you body comes back to me in dreams?” Speech and also the story about the prince with his heart outside his body that met the most dashingly gorgeous peasant boy who said absolutley ghastly things to him that made him feel alive for the first time in years

24. “Sometimes you just jump and hope it’s not a cliff” and “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

25. Dear Thisbe, I wish there weren’t a wall. Love, Pyramus

26. Obtuse fucking asshole and “I fucking love you, okay?” And “when have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?” And “I want you— then fucking have me— but I don’t want this” and ok basically you get it their whole goddamn rain-drenched love confession scene

27. The morning after, when Henry says that all the royal shit of “fine” isn’t good enough for him and tells Alex he wants him to help him try to be happy and the chance of a life? That’s one of my favorite scenes if not my absolute favorite and I don’t even know what I need out of it but I know I need it to be PERFECT, including Henry sayings he’s been in love with Alex since they met❤️❤️

28. Prince Consort Road picture plzzzz and everything that happens in the V&A but ESPECIALLY them dancing and “taking a picture of a national gay landmark and a statue”

29. “I want you to know, I’m sure. A thousand percent.” And “I completely fucking love you”

30. AN INCOMPLETE LIST. IF WE DONT GET ALEX NARRATING THE INCOMPLETE LIST WITH A HENRY MONTAGE IN THE BACKGROUND, WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE MOVIE????

31. “You and me and history, remember? Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.”

32. I want Ellen’s reaction to Alex being outed, and Zahra’s as well, with both of them being so supportive. But especially “do you feel forever about him?” “Yeah, I do.”

33. “I won’t lie. Not about this. Not about you.”

34. The crowd outside the palace and the crowds around the world supporting Henry and Alex oh my god i just know imma cry there

35. “You are the absolute worst idea I’ve ever had” Alex’s speech “America: he is my choice.”

36. The suitor pictures

37. Henry’s yellow rose of Texas tie

38. Alex taking Henry to his childhood home is a very small wish but I’d still love to see that

39. Finally, I REALLY hope the movie gives us some kind of epilouge like I don’t even care what kind I just want a future thing where we see them happy in the future at a wedding or literally just sitting together I don’t even care I just want one❤️❤️

I am SO sorry this turned out a lot longer than I expected but goddamn I love this book and I’m so excited for the movie my brain needed something to do lmao

[gch1995]

watching people get tons of hate comments/quote retweets on twitter for daring to criticize obi wan and/or defending owen lars…these people really can’t stand any dissenting opinion outside their own echo chamber can they? lol

Yeah, I never really saw the draw in Obi-Wan Kenobi as a character. It’s not even that he was a self-righteous and narrow-minded asshole. I’ve sympathized deeply with fictional characters who were or became objectively awful people who I would feel terrified of, if not despise, in real life before. Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader is a pretty great example of that.

It’s just that Obi-Wan has no life or interests that are really strong enough to ultimately outweigh his faith in Yoda and the Jedi Council. I partly get why. He never knew life outside of the Jedi Order. However, he’s also just rather shallow and insular in his aspirations. He’s primarily devoted to Yoda at all costs because Yoda and the Council discouraged emotion/individually his entire life. He saw that Qui Gonn, Dooku, Ahsoka, and Anakin never got ahead in the Order trying to be their own people. At worst, some went dark, and Obi-Wan’s primary goal and life trap is security and playing it safe by fitting in with the Order.

Since most of us weren’t recruited by cult soldier leaders from before we could remember, you would expect more people in the audience to relate more strongly to Luke and Anakin because they represent the average person. They know what it is to be people of the real world outside of just Yoda’s cult. They’re not okay with being abused, isolated, exploited, manipulated, and oppressed by Obi-Wan, Yoda, the Jedi Council, and Sidious. While Anakin went about dealing with it in the wrong ways in Revenge of the Sith, he had every right to resent them, distrust them, and want to avoid them after how they treated him over the past 14 years.

As I said in another post, I do think there is a point when a complete lack of individuality and sense of self to blindly serve authority to fit in actually holds people back from actually achieving great things and being heroes, too. Yes, too much individualism and emotional abandonment leads to the dark side, but if you’re always playing it safe by sacrificing your entire sense of self to serve authority without much question or fight to gain their approval and fit in, then how can you really achieve true bravery, heroism, and selflessness either? When your sense of drive and morality is completely based upon external validation from authority figures and a corrupt and outdated doctrine to fit in and be safe, then you’re not really being good because it feels good doing the right thing and helping other people without a thought of reward or validation for yourself from others either. Being truly heroic means being brave enough to stand up for what you believe in and do the right thing, regardless of what others think, and I don’t really get that from Obi-Wan in the narrative most of the time. It just becomes a task. For it to actually be heroic, it has to come from a personal and spontaneous drive, desire, ideal, and moral code from within yourself, too, regardless of the external validation and reward from those with power of authority and clout over you.

I think Obi-Wan, while infuriatingly stubborn in his ass-kissing of Yoda, is s pretty good example of that hero who utterly fails because he never feels confident enough in his sense of self, but his fans always want to make him out to be someone who was more heroic than he ever actually was. Yeah, he wasn’t evil, but he was not a very good person like the Skywalkers at their best, or even his master Qui Gonn. When his stans and Disney try to make him out to be anything better or more tragic than that annoyingly one-note “true believer” Jedi in the main narrative, that’s when I start to get irritated and roll my eyes.

I do think a big part of it comes from the fact that he’s played by Ewan McGregor in the PT movies. Don’t get me wrong, the guy is a good actor, and yes, very easy on the eyes. However, the character he plays in Star Wars was never too much of an intrigue to the main audience before the prequels cast him in the role of Obi-Wan.

Owen Lars had every right to tell Obi-Wan to fuck off and stay away from his son when he caught him requesting to recruit Luke as a child to be a Jedi. I mean, how can anyone watch what happened to Anakin, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka, the Jedi younglings, and every other Jedi recruit in the prequel era, and think to themselves, “Yoda and the Council did a good job raising these kids to be healthy, functional, and independent adults,” even though every Jedi we meet in the prequels is a fucked up tragic mess of a human being as an adult in one way or another, regardless of whether they remained in the Jed or not? Let Luke Skywalker be a normal kid before getting involved with the Jedi.

[bylightofdawn]

Can I interest anyone in a sneak peak of the new JasPlo fic I'm working on. It's kinda funny because I had a general idea what I wanted to do, I knew I wanted Jaster to try and open up trade agreements with the Republic and kinda try to draw the Mandalore system out of it's isolationism. And now a year and a half later I'm coming back to it and my brain is all "What about if Death Watch Arla crosses paths with Jango and neither realize it at first?" "What if you bring all these Mandos from the Rep Comm books like Kal and Walon Vau as young men caught up in the glory of serving under the Mand'alor's banner before things go to shit?" And a few other plot points I'm keeping a little close to the chest.

So this one contains some super fluffy JasPlo trying and failing to keep their relationship on the DL and features a young Walon Vau before he goes full asshole mode and starts picking on helpless kids.

Am I still salty about RepComm two years later? You bet your ass. Have I come to peace about how Walon Vau is an extremely complex character whose intentions were ultimately good but his execution of that shit was wrong? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Also I realize this fic is turning into a fucking monster because I'm about 20K in at this point and maybe 1/4 or 1/3 the way through.

“I do desperately want to get to that and a half dozen other things but I can’t help but feel like I haven’t done enough. There is more I should do, you know?”

“Because penning the Supercommando Codex, gathering the various Clans together, becoming Al'Ori'Ramikade isn’t enough? And now trying to drag Mandalore out of centuries of isolationist practices and giving them a voice on the Galactic stage isn’t enough?” Plo teased gently. 

“When you put it like that, you make me sound like a massive overachiever.” A smile threatened to tug at the corners of Jaster’s mouth.

“That might be because you are, my dear, and that is perfectly fine because your tireless work ethic and your selfless generosity are extremely attractive traits and were one of the first things that drew me to you.”

The Force around Jaster lit up suddenly with the warmth of his love and affection. He was glad he was the only Jedi in the area right now because Jaster’s emotions shined naked and unvarnished in the Force. 

He’d attempted to teach his lover how to shield his emotions and most of the time he was good at masking it but whenever he became overwrought or upset then that control slipped just as it had earlier with Montross and now with him.

Jaster’s hand rose and caught him at the nape of his neck so that he could pull him close enough that he could rest his forehead against Plo’s in a tender mirshmure'cya. They could not kiss in the traditional sense because they could not breathe the same atmosphere. 

Overcoming their biological differences had certainly presented some problems when they had first gotten together. Jedi weren’t prohibited from having sex or sexual partners though up until he had met Jaster, he had little time or thought for having a regular romantic partner. 

Despite their busy schedules, they carved out time to be together either through regular holo-calls or times when they could actually meet up. He knew Jango was aware of the nature of their relationship and Plo suspected Jaster’s closest friends and advisors also knew but by necessity, they kept their relationship quiet. 

In part, Jaster justified it by wanting to have something separate from the role and duties of being Mand’alor. For Plo, not having to have a conversation with his former Master about dangerous attachments or his sex life was one he never wanted to experience again.

Ultimately, however, they would put aside their wants or needs if their duties called for it and the Kel Dor was glad that in many ways the Mandalorian mindset seemed to match up with the Jedi when it came to putting duty and putting yourself second if needs be. 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” Jaster whispered the words softly and now that Plo knew the meaning of those words, he felt his heart seize with emotion. 

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.” He repeated the term back to him. 

They stood there for a while just breathing in one another's presence and closeness. 

A subtle clearing of a throat broke apart that peace as effectively as a bucket of ice water being dumped on their heads. 

They hastily broke apart and Plo knew with sinking dread that when he turned, it wouldn’t be to find Jango standing there ready to roll his eyes at them for being stupid because Jango would never have politely cleared his throat to try and get their attention. 

And sure enough, it wasn’t Jango standing there but the tall, lupine-faced Walon Vau with his expression completely unreadable. The man had some of the most innately perfect shielding he’d ever seen in a non-Force user. He left practically no impression on the Force and gave nothing away. 

It was eerie and more than a little unsettling because the man was also a skilled hunter and had sneaked up on both Jaster and himself a time or two which was no easy feat. 

“Walon, did you need something?” Jaster had a pretty great sabacc face himself but Plo could feel his anxiety coloring the Force around him. 

Loth-Wolf bright gold eyes studied them neutrally but if he felt any sort of revulsion to discovering his Mand’alor in such a compromising position with a Jetii he did not indicate it. 

The man had ended up in the Mandalore system perhaps by whim or chance and had found a new home with the Supercommandos only a few short years ago. His life before he had before his cin vhetin was mostly a mystery though it was known he’d been the son of some kind of minor aristocracy on his home planet, something he’d been teased about initially before he’d committed his life to the Resol'nare and donned his pitch black armor. 

“Montross has left the compound. He was angry and I suspect drunk. I do not know if he will create friction for us with the local Coruscanti authorities.”

“Osi'kyr!” Jaster cursed loudly. “He is probably going to do just that.”

“I suspect you are correct. I thought I might take Myles and Kal and make sure he doesn’t cause any trouble.” 

“Take Jango as well that way you can have two squads and cover more ground.”

“That will leave you alone and unprotected.” A small frown knit Vau’s eyebrows together for a moment before it occurred to him that maybe that was the point and a barely-there and gone smile briefly passed over that lean face. 

“I forgot you will have Knight Koon,  I am sure he will be a suitable enough bodyguard.”

“I’m not some hapless maiden, you ‌know, right?” Jaster growled irritably. 

“I am aware but appearances must be maintained. And you present a big and tempting target to many interested parties. And if they think we regularly leave you unguarded, then that might tempt them enough they might actually try to kill you.”

“That is one way to hunt snakes in the grass.” The older Mandalorian mused meditatively, and Vau gifted him with an exasperated look.

“It is also a great way to get bitten by a venomous snake. If you wish to hunt serpents, we can do that at a later date for now, let’s concentrate on keeping you healthy and alive, Mand’alor.” Those inscrutable golden eyes shifted to pin Plo with a look. “I leave him in your hands, Jetii.” 

“On my life, I will keep him safe.” 

Walon Vau inclined his head to him with an aristocratic nod and turned on his heel without another word and marched away without another word. 

[ao3feed-obikin]

The Ones They Never Talked About

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42699963 by buthappysoverrated His voice was a bit rougher than Obi-Wan's. He shouted through his songs though. And danced like crazy. Everyone seemed to love him. He just seemed tired. "You look like someone very close to me," Anakin blurted out, "my master, actually. A lot. You look like him a lot. Also sound like him. But not so much." Anakin only had two drinks tonight, but he always was a lightweight. Still, he shouldn't just open up to someone he barely met. "Do I now," the singer lilted, glancing at Anakin's hip, then at his right shoulder---his lightsaber and padawan braid, he realized distantly---, "padawan Jedi?" His terms about Jedi weren’t perfect, but he sounded very much like Obi-Wan now that they were up close. Anakin didn't know what to say. "Hey, don't pout, mate. I meant no offense. Name's Curt Wild, by the way." The singer---Wild--- grinned and held out his hand. "Anakin Skywalker." Another moment passed and their hand separated. Wild leant back to the counter and said lazily: "So, nice to meet you, Anakin." The way he said his name, the way he pronounced it almost like ah-na-kin, the way he sounded exactly like Obi-Wan. Really, his accent--- "Nice to meet you too." Words: 3238, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Velvet Goldmine (1998) Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Curt Wild, Obi-Wan Kenobi (mentioned), Ahsoka Tano, Aayla Secura, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Relationships: Anakin Skywalker/Curt Wild, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker (one-sided) Additional Tags: Unhappy Ending, please read the tags and warnings, there's not graphic description of anything bad but bad things happen, implied sex, Major character death - Freeform, and it's mentioned all the time, Unrequited Love, it's not exactly unrequited but it's not exactly requited, anakin here is an asshole who's in need of therapy, okay I don't want to spoil the whole plot but please proceed with caution, Crossover, but not really, Crossover Pairings read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42699963

[lavendertales]

HAPPY 3K!!!! If you are still taking requests, may I please ask for prompts 91 & 106 with Mr. Sex on Legs Javier Peña? Thank you babes!! 💕 ~ @cowboy-turtle

ooohh okay, I got you, babe!! ❤️

#91. “Don’t go on that date.” / “Why?” / “You know why.” / “Say it.”

#106. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name.”

let me - Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: 500

A/N: nothing explicit but mentions of mature things SO NO MINORS PLEASE!

It was exhausting having to pretend you did not care whatsoever about him. You were tired of ignoring him, of playing the ignorance card whenever you heard or even saw him with another woman around.

Your relationship wasn’t even a relationship; it was rather a currency exchange. Relief for relief, nothing more.

Then how come you still ached for him? How come your body felt so empty without him? How come the simple idea of another man next to you felt wrong?

No. No! You had to move on.

So you agreed to go on a date with one of the neighbors in your building. You always passed by each other in the hallway, smiled at each other and he sure was handsome and funny. You were actually excited about it and even accidentally let it slip to Steve.

You just finished putting your earrings, having taken one last look at your figure in the mirror before rushing to open the door. Your heart was racing, eager to see –

“Javier.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise. Javier looked disheveled, potentially like he had been rushing to your apartment, but you didn’t want to make assumptions.

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t go on that date.”

“How do you even know I got a date?”

He shrugged. “Murphy.”

“Goddamn it, Murphy – “

“Just – don’t go on that date.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

You were forcing his hand and it was sparking an undeniably thick tension between you two. It was evident from his eyes as well that there was much more he liked to express, but words weren’t at the top of his list.

Before you knew it, Javier’s lips were pressed on yours, plush and hot and driving you insane just like the last time you had a taste. God, how you missed his mouth, the feeling of his large hands cupping your cheeks and pulling you in, gluing you to his body.

“Okay, that works,” you admitted.

Javier closed the door with his foot, nearly stumbling onto your apartment as he kept kissing you. Each of your actions was more rushed and hotter than the last and you didn’t even bother explaining or saying anything. All you cared about were his hands roaming at your sides, eager to pull off the dress you were wearing.

You let it happen. You let it all happen, from the second his tongue slid inside your mouth and to the precise moment his fingers resorted to only lifting your dress and pulling down your panties. He spread your legs and then fumbled with his own belt.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name,” he muttered in a dark tone.

“He’s not an asshole.”

Chuckling, Javier grinned, starting to rub your clit to get you wet and ready for him, just the way he liked you.

Just the way he loved you.

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[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Hey you know what I'm suddenly and randomly frustrated about?

That we never got to see Zeb and Kanan discussing what it means to have survived a genocide. Yeah, Rebels is a kid's show, more so than TCW, and they had to gloss over a lot of the heavier stuff in the early seasons - but by S3 and S4 they had dealt with quite a few dark storylines already.

Seriously, it's such a missed opportunity that we barely ever got to explore their similarities in their experiences, as well as the differences.

For example, Zeb's people were wiped out when he was an adult, while Kanan was still a child. Does it make it harder for either of them? That's stuff to talk about.

Both Kanan and Zeb find out other survivors of their kind during the series (Ahsoka and Yoda in Kanan's case, maybe Obi-Wan if Ezra told him, and the two other Lasat + his hidden homeworld with a whole populatoin in Zeb's case.) I can't imagine what that would do to someone, this knowledge that you weren't actually alone all this time - that there were more, that you could have found each other. Do you feel guilty for not looking hard enough? Do you think about those who still died, years after you thought they did, and that if you had been looking maybe you could have saved them? Imagine if we'd seen Kanan and Zeb help each other deal with that!

Kanan gets to pass on his people's teachings - and sacred weapons - to a student - meanwhile Zeb never gets to do that. Never gets to give a young Lasat a bo-rifle the way Kanan could help Ezra build a lightsaber - or could teach Sabine to fight with one. Obviously that'd make Zeb feel something, right?

But on the other hand, Zeb has millions of Lasat still alive on Lira-San, when Kanan never gets to see a full Temple ever again. What was it like, leaving the nebula? Talking about what Zeb experienced down there, how the both of them feel about it?

Here, one more: Zeb has no choice but to constantly put his 'last survivor of a slaughtered race' status on display, for better or for worse, while Kanan can and has to hide who he is most of the time. Would that foster resentment in either of them, sometimes? You so badly want to tell the world that you're still here, you still live! And at the same time you're so tired of running you just want to become invisible and live in piece. Would showing who you are be more of a burden, or a relief? Zeb has a more obvious target painted across his back, but at the same time less people care about a Lasat still being alive compared to a Jedi. But Kanan has to live with the fear that he's disrespecting the legacy of his Order by constantly lying about his identity (it's such a sailant point in his character that he sheds all of the twenty years of hiding away just before he dies, to become Caleb Dume again).

Last one: both Kanan and Zeb have to confront multiple times the ones who slaughtered their respective people - Kallus, the Clones, and the Inquisitors. Both have to come to terms with those encounters, and it takes them a long time - and yet they don't discuss it with each other! Zeb growing to like Kallus - the asshole who was 'just following orders' but is learning to see beyond that and grows as a person - and Kanan growing to like the Clones - the ones who only ever wanted to do what was right and always had a conscience, but had that stolen away from them and were made to just follow orders - is so important! As is the fact that Zeb and Kallus never had any prior connection, but Caleb Dume loved his Clone trooper brothers. THE BAGGAGE.

I just... I just really wanted to see Zeb and Kanan helping each other through the shitton of trauma and grief and pain they're both carrying.

[forever-rogue]

could you do a blurb in fatws where bucky and the reader have feelings for each other and zemo is trying to flirt with the reader?

Warnings: use of pet name [bunny], mention of toys, references to sex, possessive!Bucky, language, minors dni

A/N: Yuh, I would love to have Bucky and Zemo fight over me so here we are 😇

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You looked at Bucky’s back, biting your lip as you contemplated your next actions. You know what Zemo was trying to do; his half-masked attempts at flirting were not exactly subtle. And for some reason...you weren’t totally abhorred by the thought of Helmut Zemo making a move on you. He was handsome, that was easy to see, and it had been a while since you’ve had...anyone. Quite frankly your hand and toys weren’t cutting it anymore.

It wasn’t like you could wait for Bucky for forever. At some point you’d have to accept that either he didn’t feel the same way or he just wasn’t ever going to make a move. Over the past year your little back and forth with him continued to grow but it never amounted to anything besides a lingering touch here and there or longing looks thrown in the other’s direction when you thought they weren’t looking, and very flirtatious banter. But still...you could make a move on your own, but you were too stubborn - just like him.

Maybe Zemo wasn’t a bad choice after all. He’d been more friendly lately, making his desire for you known to everyone. In some ways it was a little bold and exhilarating; to have someone be this brazen in their desire for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t warmed up to the possibility of having him.

“Tell me,” you accepted the drink he slid across the island at you, leaning over on your elbows so he could see down the front of your loose shirt. It wasn’t a subtle move, but at this point it didn’t matter, “when’s the last time you’ve been with anyone, Baron?”

Zemo almost looked startled by your question - almost. He kept his cool and took a long drag of his drink, finishing it off and setting it back down on the cool granite. The corners of his lips pulled into a wolfish smile as he studied you for a moment. You put on your best poker face as you tried not to let any of the cracks show, “it has been a while. Why little bunny? What’s got you so interested?”

“You look like you know how to touch a woman,” you threw back the rest of your drink, hoping it would work like liquid courage. Despite not being particularly loud, you could sense that Bucky heard you across the apartment, seeing his head turn slightly from the corner of your eye. This was a dangerous game indeed, and yet you were thrilled with it, “like you know just how to give me what I need.”

“Have you ever been with a man?” he asked suddenly as a tingle spread throughout your body. He took a step closer, slowly making his way over to you, “or have they all been boys?”

“Umm,” you were speechless as he leaned over and put his hand on your face, slowly stroking his thumb over your cheek. Your lips parted as you looked at him like a deer in headlights. He was close enough to where you could smell his aftershave and count every little freckle. He really was handsome, “n-no.”

“Are you scared little bunny?” he leaned in so his lips were just shy of yours and part of you was screaming to close the gap and kiss him, “you weren’t so shy before. Or are you afraid that you can’t handle it?”

“I-I can handle it,” you gasped as he ghosted his fingers along your jaw and down the column of your throat before lightly putting his whole hand around your throat. He was squeezing ever so slightly, but it was just enough to dizzy you and leave you wanting more, “please.”

While the two of you stared at each other, it was like the world had stopped existing and Bucky wasn’t in the adjacent room. He’d overheard every word, seen every little moment, attempting to compose himself, but it was getting harder with each passing second. You were his, not Zemo’s.

“You have such a smart little mouth,” he said slowly as he licked his lips, “I wonder if you’re able to put it to good use for something other than talking back. Are you going to let me-”

“Get your hands off of her,” the voice was cold as ice as the two of froze and slowly turned to find Bucky standing there, nothing but anger in his eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Zemo removed his hand from your throat and crossed his arms over his chest, “she’s mine.”

“I wasn’t aware she belonged to anyone,” the two men stared at each other intently as you weren’t sure what to do, “I think the little bunny is free to do whatever she wants. Tell James what you want.”

“I…” you stared at the floor for a moment, studying your feet while you felt the two men studying you intently, “I...dunno.”

“Come on little bunny.”

“Umm…” you slowly looked up and then found your eyes wandering over to Bucky. He met yours with a steely gaze that caused a shiver to run down your spine and a tingling in your lower belly, “James.”

Zemo tuttled lightly, a small sound of disappointment as he looked between the two of you. He took a step back and nodded; the Baron was a lot of things, but he wasn’t about to impose or force himself on anyone. As soon as his name had left your lips, you seemed surprised that you’d said anything, a warm flush creeping into your neck and cheeks.

“And so she has made her choice,” Zemo said as he poured himself another drink, unfazed by the whole situation, “if you should ever choose to come to a different conclusion little bunny, do let me know.”

Without another word, he nodded at the two of you before clutching his drink and walking out of the kitchen, humming quietly under his breath. It was almost dead silent as he retreated and closed the door to his bedroom, leaving the two of you to stare silently at each other. Bucky’s gaze was unwavering and intense, and you felt as though you were slowly coming undone in front of him. When the silent became too great, you cleared your throat, ready to scramble away to your own quarters.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Bucky reached out and grabbed your arm in gentle, but firm grip, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You swallowed thickly as you turned to look back at him with nervous eyes. When you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, “I asked you a question: where do you think you’re going?”

“I…” you trailed off as you watched him look at you with hungry, dark eyes, pupils completely blown with lust, “just leaving.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he practically growled as you left all of that go directly to your already aching cunt, “I meant what I said - you’re mine.”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same,” you were looking at much with such surprised innocence that it was a miracle Bucky didn’t take you then and there, “you never-”

“Guess I jus’ needed that asshole to remind me of how much you mean to me,” he released his grasp on your arm and gently reached up to touch your face. After all this time - you’d never been reading the signs incorrectly at all, “just the idea of him touching you disgusts me.”

“What are you going to do about it then, Buck?” you gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away, a challenging look on your face as you tilted your head to the side, “so far you’ve been all talk.”

Maybe the alcohol was suddenly working as a confidence boost. Normally you would have shied away or let him take full control but today you were feeling...confident. The fact that two grown men had all but fought over you didn’t hurt either.

“You want this?” he licked his lips as his eyes instinctively fell to yours. Of course you wanted this; you’d practically been throwing yourself at him for the last year. You nodded slightly and his smile just grew, stretching from ear to ear, “you better be real sure sweetheart. I won’t be gentle and I won’t be nice. You are mine in every way and you will do what I say. Understood?”

Your jaw was clutched in his hand and his grip was practically bruising. Your whole body was burning with lust and desire, wanting him to use you and mark you up as his, “I’m yours, Bucky. Use me as you please.”

“I’m going to like this,” this was a side you’d never seen before of him and you suddenly wondered why you’d never tapped into it before. Despite his words, you knew he would never truly hurt you, “you’re such a good little bunny, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you sighed, head already empty except for thoughts of him and what you wanted him to do to you, “I’ll be good.”

“Then on your knees,” he insisted as you readily complied, letting your knees hit the cool tile of the floor, “and do as I say.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

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[obiwanobi]

I blame @quiet-oracle and @theevildevices for this, because I couldn’t resist the urge to write 2k of hurt/comfort for the ‘Jedi but enemies’ AU, where Qui-Gon trained Anakin, and now him and Obi-Wan are well-known for despising each other but working exceptionally well together when they’re not lost in ridiculous banters and petty arguments to hide the fact that they’ll be lost without each other;

Obi-Wan winces.

Skywalker’s hand immediately withdraws. “Does it bother you when I—”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“The answer is still the same.” 

Skywalker’s sigh is heavier than the entire Republic navy.

His mouth is too close to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and he shivers as a result. But it’s only because the cold of the never-ending rain outside still lingers on their clothes and in their bones, even under the tent and close to the portable heater that a clone is still trying to adjust. And also because he’s been sitting there bare-chested for the past five minutes, with Skywalker’s clumsy fingers poking at his hip and ribs, probably way harder than necessary, just to see him suffer. 

“I can apply a bacta patch myself, you can go n—”

“Would you please shut up? We both know a bacta patch wouldn’t be enough.” 

Only the sound of a packet of antiseptic wipes being opened, gauze being stretched and the clone pushing buttons with no effect can be heard for a moment. 

 “I don’t think you’ve ever said ‘please’ to me before,” Obi-Wan notes lightly, then grimaces when Skywalker starts pulling on the cloth pressed to his side.

“Don’t get used to it. But if it’s the only way to make you stop being so difficult and contradictory all the time, I will gladly say it more.”

Instead of looking at his own wound —the pain in his hip is enough, thank you, he doesn't need to see the extent of the damages— Obi-Wan glances at Skywalker. Gaze focused and mouth in a thin line, there’s only concentration written on his face. 

No one could guess that only half an hour ago, on the battlefield, panic and terror were the only two emotions Skywalker was projecting loud enough in the Force to bring Obi-Wan out of unconsciousness.

Unbelievable, Obi-Wan has thought once he was aware enough to realise that it was Skywalker's hands on his face and Skywalker’s voice in his ear, begging him to come back. He would find a way to be annoying enough to drag me out of a coma if he could. 

Surprisingly, the thought has felt like a comfort. 

The clone working on the heater stands up suddenly. Obi-Wan almost forgot about him. He nods his head towards them, and goes out of the tent at the exact same moment Hyoid enters.

At the sight of the clone, all modicum of appreciation for Skywalker evaporate. 

“You called a medic?” Obi-Wan scowls, with the tone of someone who has just been the victim of a vicious mutiny. 

“Of course I called a medic. Half of your tunic is covered in your own blood and you were knocked out for a while earlier, what do you think I was going to do? Tell you to go back out there and watch you slowly bleed to death?”

“Generals,” the medic calls. In vain.

“You would enjoy that,” Obi-Wan grumbles.  

“Well, yes, but then the Council will ask me why I let you die just a few meters away from a first aid kit, and then I’ll have to explain that I gently push it away from your weak hands every time you reached for it, and how will I look, then?”

“Like someone who could have let me die on the battlefield and get away with it, but decided instead to choose the most idiotic and time-consuming option available, and I would have enjoyed that very much.” 

“Generals.” 

“Exactly,” Skywalker nods, “and I can’t let you enjoy things.”

“I know. Don’t think I never realised who was flushing the toilets every time I was in the shower when the hot water came back two days ago.”

“You were so cheerful,” Skywalker says, as if the mere thought disgusts him. “I took that as a personal affront.”

“Sirs, please,” Hyoid implores louder. Both Jedi turn towards him, almost surprised to see him there. “I’m just here to see General Kenobi’s injury, I’m sure you can continue your conversation right after. Sirs. Please.” 

It takes them a second to realise that they’re sitting so close together that Obi-Wan’s hand has settled on Skywalker’s knee when they weren’t paying attention, while Skywalker’s fingers are still maintaining Obi-Wan’s pants low on his hip so it won’t come in contact with the long gash on his side. The intimacy of the scene isn’t completely lost on Skywalker, it seems, because he rushes to take his hands away and stands next to his chair, suddenly too self-conscious to know what to do with himself. 

“I’m very sorry about him,” Obi-Wan apologises, as the medic takes Skywalker’s seat and starts assessing the mess Skywalker undoubtedly made of his hip and ribs. “He’s a rescue. He still has no idea how to behave appropriately in polite society.”

An outraged noise comes from Skywalker behind him, and despite the throbbing pain, Obi-Wan can feel the corners of his mouth turning up. A hiss replaces his smile rapidly enough when Hyoid applies a spray and starts cleaning what Skywalker missed, before pressing stingy patches on the wound. 

The medic is wise enough not to reply to him, but it doesn’t stop him from making a comment or two about how ‘this isn’t superficial sir, you should be more careful from now on,’ or ‘you’ll have to change the bandages, and I’ll get some pills for you to take’ and ‘ok, now let’s see your head, sir, don’t think General Skywalker didn’t mention it’.

His head is, indeed, becoming heavier by the minute, and he can feel himself growing too tired to care enough to listen carefully after that. Once he gives up answering questions and lets Skywalker do it for him, Obi-Wan doesn’t even need to concentrate to feel him poking obnoxiously at him in the Force, testing the limits of his consciousness. It reminds him a bit of when Skywalker was a child, tugging on his robe every two minutes to make sure he was paying attention to him.

No wonder Obi-Wan always tried to avoid him.  

“All right,” the medic finally says, pulling him out of his reverie. He stands up, seemingly satisfied. “I’ll get you your pills, and then you should rest.”

Rest sounds amazing. Obi-Wan would kill Skywalker for a good mattress and a soft pillow right now. But it doesn’t mean anything; he would probably kill Skywalker for two minutes of peace on the best of days. 

The sudden silence that falls under the tent once Hyoid is gone seems almost unnatural. Obi-Wan doesn’t understand why the faint pitter-patter of the rain outside unsettles him so much, until he realises that it’s the first time since the battlefield that he’s alone with Skywalker. 

“Are you going to keep sulking behind me?” Obi-Wan asks, finding his robe discarded on the floor and wondering if it’s worth leaning down to get it. No reply comes. “Well, you heard the medic. You can go now. I, unfortunately for you, will still live to see another...” he trails off as two arms slide over his shoulders from behind, wrapping around his neck and resting there. 

Skywalker is warm against him.

For a second, Obi-Wan thinks he’s finally going to strangle him, but a golden head falls on his shoulder gently, face hidden by a cascade of curls, tickling Obi-Wan's neck and collarbone. 

“Skyw—”

“Don’t be an insufferable asshole for a minute,” Skywalker mumbles, breath hot against his bare skin. “Just let me have this.” 

Ah. It’s one of those moments, then. 

He thought they were done with that for the day after what happened on the battlefield. Earlier.

With Skywalker’s face looming over him. Eyes so wide and so blue. One hand pressed against the wound in his side to stop the bleeding, one hand twisted in Obi-Wan’s tunic, right above his heart. 

Being the one injured and barely conscious, but also being the one calming Skywalker down. Managing to get him to release his death-grip on him. Assuring him that he wasn’t going to die.

Promising it. 

Twice.

Soothing the Hero with No Fear as he would soothe a lost and abandoned child.

“I told you already,” Obi-Wan says quietly. It feels wrong to speak louder when he knows they won’t look at each other for some time after that. “It’s all right. I’m fine now. It’s over.”

The arms around him tighten, mirroring the weight of Skywalker’s presence in the Force around Obi-Wan. 

“I thought you’d left me,” Skywalker says accusingly, sounding remarkably like his nine-year-old self. “I thought you’d left me behind again.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes, as if not seeing it would erase the fact he’s indulging his instinct to nuzzle his face against Skywalker’s hair. He smells like the rain, muddy but fresh, and feels like lingering distress in the Force. It’s far from pleasant to remain close to such an unbalanced mind, and their position isn’t comfortable either. But Obi-Wan doesn’t shiver from the cold anymore. So they don’t move.

They’ve earned that second of weakness.

Obi-Wan’s hand comes up to scratch at Skywalker’s head gently, fingers tangling with unruly locks of hair. Slowly, his muscles relax and he leans into the touch, chest slumped against Obi-Wan’s back. Skywalker’s face turns towards his throat, nestled under his jaw, before exhaling, deep and warm. In the Force, Skywalker’s signature curls against Obi-Wan’s and quiets down to a low satisfied rumble, dragged away from dread and terror one caress at a time.

Obi-Wan’s mind is suddenly way too tired to be bothered by the tenderness of it all.

“I’m here now, with you,” he whispers in his hair. “That’s all that matters.”

It’s a quiet apology that Skywalker accepts with a satisfied humming noise that resonates in Obi-Wan’s whole body.

It feels a bit like an apology for more. For everything. For all the times he avoided and pushed him away as a child. For condemning him for reasons he didn’t want to admit to himself. For wanting to blame him, for taking his master away, for being such a better padawan than he was, for rubbing it in his face.

For wanting to be his friend, always. 

Obi-Wan has been wrong for so long.

When the medic comes back, Skywalker is kneeling in front of the heater, cursing it quietly, and Obi-Wan is adjusting his robe around his shoulders with slow movements. 

“All right, sir, this is what you’ll have to take before every meal,” Hyoid says, showing him a small bottle, before putting a white box on the table. “And these are the bandages and the bacta to change every day. I would advise you not to do it yourself, and if you don’t have anyone to—“

“I’ll do it,” Skywalker declares without looking up, and Obi-Wan immediately narrows his eyes.

“You? I can’t even trust you with my toothpaste tube, what makes you think—“

“I don’t care what you say Kenobi, there is no wrong way to squeeze toothpaste!”

“There is, and you do it on purpose. What kind of savage would squeeze it right in the middle—”

Skywalker suddenly turns towards Hyoid, talking over him. “How many pills would it take to be considered a lethal dose, do you think?” 

It is, of course, the one comment that ignites a virulent and pointless argument that makes the poor medic reconsider all his life choices and wonder if chloroforming Jedi generals would get him court-martialed.

After seven minutes of a loud and dramatic dispute ending with Skywalker promising to never take part in anything related to Kenobi anymore, except maybe his funeral, Hyoid decides to risk it.

[marvelouslytrekking]

17: “ Are you upset with me? ” with Din??

Gathering Intel

Pairing: Din Djarin/f!reader Summary: You need information and flirting seems to be the best way to get it but not everyone agrees. Word Count: 1004 Warnings: Alcohol mentioned A/N: Can I ever actually just write a drabble? No I don't think I can.... but is anyone actually complaining?? I love jealous!Din and I hope y'all do as well.

You wouldn’t say you were proud of yourself exactly, flirting for information wasn’t your favorite pastime but Din was getting nothing with threats or credits so you did what you had to. He had objected to the idea immediately but ultimately he didn’t stop you when you got up and walked to the man who supposedly knew about where you might be able to find Jedi. You had hoped that just a little batting of the eyelashes would work, you should have known better.

Either way you got the information you had wanted, it was a solid lead so it was definitely worth the few drinks you had to down, and all the fake giggling you had to do to stroke the man’s ego while pretending to be terrible at a game you could have easily beat him at.

“Alright I got us a lead, let’s go,” You finally managed to slip away from the man and made your way back to the mandalorian. Immediately you could tell that he was not happy. You had become quite the expert of learning his body language and understanding what he was feeling without him having to say. Mainly because he wasn’t one to just say what he was feeling.

It wasn’t like Din normally would be chatty, quite the opposite but there was a tension while walking back to the Razor Crest. He hadn’t said a single thing to you. Not even when you told him the information you had got. He barely even gave you a nod. You could practically feel that anger that was radiating off of him but you couldn’t figure out why. You hadn’t gotten hurt, or even really done anything that risky. Plus you got more information that either of you had managed in weeks. If anything he should be happy.

Once you made it back to the ship you decided that giving him some space was probably best. If he didn’t want to talk to you for some reason you weren’t going to try to force him to. He would have to be a big boy and manage to tell you what was wrong on his own.

Din had headed straight for the cockpit when you got back, probably to get the ship prepped to see where your lead landed you. You normally would have went up with him, helped him with anything and just to make sure the ship didn’t fall apart on take off but this time you figured you would just feel like you were in the way. Instead you stayed on the lower level, tidying things up. You did tend to clean when you felt restless and anxious, and having Din possibly mad at you was certainly making you anxious. Eventually everything that could be cleaned and put away had been and still, Din hadn’t come out of the cockpit to talk to you. He also hadn’t taken off, which confused you.

You wanted to hold out, to make him come to you, but you couldn’t stand trying to figure out what was the matter so you decided that one of you was going to have to break and it might as well be you.

You had your way into the cockpit where Din was sitting in the pilot’s chair. He didn’t even so much as turn around to acknowledge your presence which frustrated you to no end.

You took your seat, moving the kid from your spot to on your lap. You were about to ask Din why he hadn’t taken off yet, but without a word he just suddenly took off. You had to hold back a small surprised noise at the jolt from the sudden movement.

Usually Din would make small comments, asking you to help with little things, but you were able to help without them. Which was a good thing, because he had still yet to say anything to you.

“Is everything okay?” You finally asked once you had cleared the planet's atmosphere.

“Fine.” He grunted out.

“You sure?” You asked furrowing your brow. He wasn’t great as expressing his emotions but he never usually just shut you down so coldly. “Are you upset with me?”

“Why would I be?” He snapped

“I have no damn clue but you sure have me fooled, refusing to say even one word to me. It would have been nice to get a thank you, you know.”

“What am I supposed to thank you for? Throwing yourself at that sleazy man?”

Oh. Oh, was the mandalorian jealous?

“I did not throw myself at him. I strategically flirted with him for information.” You huffed, you probably shouldn’t push him but you couldn’t help but add, “Why do you care who I throw myself at anyway?”

“Because you deserve better than that asshole!” He rushed out, almost as if he was shocked he had said it.

“Well the person who I want doesn’t seem to get any of my hints so I have given up.” You told him, deciding that you might have been wrong about the feelings not being returned and you might as well put your cards on the table.

“And who’s that?” He asked, you’d swear there was a tinge of hope in his voice.

“You.”

There was a moment of silence then, agonizing silence, you were waiting for him to just immediately throw you off his ship, tell you he never wanted to see you again.

“Me?” He asked softly, honestly so low that the modulator didn’t pick it up.

“Yeah, and listen if thats makes you uncomfortable we can just forget this conversation ever happened and-”

“Stop. I-sorry no. Not uncomfortable. Just, surprised.” Din cut you off.

“Good surprised?” you asked, hating the desperation in your voice.

“Better than good.” You couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. “But this only makes it worse that you flirted for information.”

“Well someone’s a jealous man” You teased.

“Yeah, you’re mine.” The blush that creeped up your face, could not be stopped.

[sisterofleatherfrog]

TBB Soulmate AU (pt. 1)

Hello there! Hi! I hope you’re having a good day after the events of 1x15! I started writing this before that, but I’m slow and it’s done now and hopefully the fluff can be of comfort! 

 I read a lot of fanfiction and something I really love is soulmate AU’s, so I thought: “Hey, I love the Bad Batch, I can do something with this!” and so this (and it’s part 2) were born. I’m focusing on the trope of ‘first words to each other are tattooed on your body’ soulmate trope. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please let me know. I love talking to other people here and maybe we can recommend fics to each other!

You POV is gender neutral with no descriptions.

Warnings: None, SFW with some NSFW alluded to. All fluff no bite.

Word Count: 2914

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At first, the Kaminoans wanted to see if they could get rid of the words and cut the clones off entirely from things that weren’t defending the Republic. Later though, thanks to some helpful Jedi and senatorial interference, the consensus was that the words would help inspire them to fight; giving them a glimpse of hope for a different life once this war was over. Different clones, of course, react differently to the words etched on their skin, and even more so to the person responsible for them...

Crosshair- ‘Something snarky,’ he snarked.

-So as I’ve heard others say, this man is 99% bite, and 1% soft.

-10/10 though it probably made him a little insecure to see the words arcing along his left rib cage because they were pretty sharp.

-He ended up growing into a bit of a sea-urchin of a person so maybe it was to be expected. 

-You on the other hand, were always a little confused about the words on your ribs, they were rude, fightin’-words, and you weren’t going to take that from nobody. 

-When the war started you enlisted to support the GAR as a mechanic.

-Despite the debriefing you got stating ‘you will mostly NOT be interacting with the clone troopers, you are to remain professional at all times, blah, blah, blah.’ the troopers would often approach the nat-born mechanics to talk, and how could you turn down their company?

-Despite what a lot of senators and other politicians said, they were not soulless automaton husks of men, they were all brimming with personality and plenty of charm and you loved to hear them talk about their brothers and adventures.

-Something that was often brought up by the ranks was soulmate words.

-Some were curious about them, others suspicious about the person on the other end, others endlessly happy that there was somebody out there for them.

-You wondered about yours, the insult you lived with your entire life stamped on your side, and hoped the banter was at least worth it.

-One day, a few of the troopers were buzzing about the new clone force that would be coming to the base, an experimental group of ‘defectives’ called Clone Force 99.

-You didn’t quite see the reason for all the excitement, but maybe they’d shake things up a bit.

-Later, you were trying to organize a bunch of equipment by the ship you were working on, and while you were moving a long piece of metal, you caught somebody with your swing.

-You looked, seeing a tall, thin man with silver hair in black and red armour, but before you could apologize he hissed: “Watch it! Or are nat-borns raised without being trained to look where they’re going?”

-You didn’t even hesitate before firing back: “If you don’t stop being an asshole I’ll whack you again and it won’t be an accident.”

-You were so miffed it took a second before it clicked, you could see the same realization going on in his own head as his eyes widened. 

-Oh no. Oh no, no, no. “Not this asshole!” You exclaimed in unison. 

-Jokes on you both though, the snark is hot and you find the banter is totally worth it.

Wrecker- A cheesy, cheesy, line

-Listen, we all know that one deleted scene in season 7 of The Clone Wars, when mans isn’t in dad mode, he’s ready to find somebody hot and go down (both figuratively and probably literally as well).

-I really don’t think he’s as easily flustered as some people write him, he’ll get embarrassed about his slip ups, but not about flirting and the horizontal bop.

-Wrecker was always a head, and later head and shoulders, above the other clones around him. There was no disguising the fact that when he stood in a doorway, he became the entire door.

-Because of this he always thought that his words were a little silly maybe? Then again, time and time again he kept hearing them from the various new people he met with the work his batch did.

-Actually, he started to become kind of anxious because of how often he heard his words and was worried he’d miss them by accident if he did actually meet his soul mate. 

-You were quite confused when you were little because your words made your parents absolutely mortified. When you were older and finally got the innuendo, you also were for a while.

-Now you were just waiting for them to try that line on you.

-While doing some administrative work for your planet’s branch of the Republic government was when you first heard that an elite group of clones would be stationed at the local GAR base. 

-It was a bit of a big deal because they would be working with the local government to best direct them in some covert operation or another, so they would be coming to your work directly.

-While delivering papers one day soon after you turned a corner and rammed into a wall that hadn’t been there 15 minutes ago.

-”Wrecker, that’s a prime example of why you should watch where you’re walking.” said a calm yet exasperated voice.

-”Yeah, yeah, Tech I get it.” Said a rougher voice. The owner of the voice, the person (not a wall) you had run into, was standing ahead of you, thick legs greeting you from your position on the floor.

-You looked up and saw him, he was handsome with a strong brow, a nose that looked as if it had been broken before, and a large scar spidering around the left side of his face toward his one white eye. When he leaned down to help you up, his hand consumed yours completely.

-It was probably rude but it just slipped out: “Kriff you’re big.”

-He looked you up and down and grinned, “That’s not the only thing that’s big.”

-The people with him, four of them, groaned at that line, but you could only laugh saying: “You know what, I’ve always wondered who I’d hear that line from, but at least you have the physicality to carry it off.”

-It took a moment to click in his head, but when it did you were swept up by the biggest man you’d ever met. Later on he did indeed prove to you that he wasn’t the only thing that was big… his bomb collection was quite impressive too.

Tech- Nerdy heart-eyes

-Unlike Wrecker, Tech is definitely more easy to fluster, especially when he’s treading new territory.

-Don’t get me wrong, with the things he’s familiar with he can take the reins and lead no problem, but new things, especially social situations, can throw him for a bit of a loop (even if he is eager to learn).

-That being said, it came as no surprise that as soon as he could understand what was written on his arm he researched it, and found the words actually referred to a type of word puzzle.

-Being inclined to that sort of thing anyway, he found an enjoyable pastime to fill the hours between training, eating, and spending time with his brothers.

-To you, your words were always kinda cute. There was a pronounced stutter there and you wondered if it was part of them or if your line was just that good.

-To be fair though, plenty of people stuttered for many different reasons, sometimes soulmate words were so innocuous that people missed each other. You really hoped that wasn’t the case with you.

-As you were working on rewiring part of the internal communications system at the base you were currently at you suddenly realized the time, so packing things away temporarily you went to stretch your cramped limps and find lunch.

-Grabbing some of the daily slop, you took it out to sit by the entrance of one of the hangers to get some fresh air and watch the ships come and go.

-As you approached a good spot, you suddenly saw a head of reddish hair poking up from behind the crates you were planning to sit on. Pausing briefly you continued toward them and thought that maybe they’d like some company.

-Coming up behind them, you saw it was a man in armour slightly hunched over a data pad with a display showing a grid of mostly blank squares, a key above it displaying-

-”Oh! Is that a penta-lingual crossword? I love those!” You enthused.

-Yeah, nerd. You loved words and loved the extra challenge of trying to determine which word in what language was the correct one to fit in the puzzle. 

-He jumped and his head whipped in your direction, owlish eyes wide behind a pair of goggles.

-He was adorable, in a grown man way.

-”Ah- um yes.” He seemed a little taken aback by your presence.

-You felt a little bad for having surprised him, apologized and introduced yourself, then explained you were here to have lunch and would leave if he wanted his privacy.

-He shook his head no emphatically, “It is quite alright, I am Tech. You will not be disturbing me if you stay.”

-So you did, at first picking away at your lunch and periodically glancing at Tech. You noticed he would glance at you too from the corner of your eye. He was cute, so you decided to be bold.

-Setting your lunch aside you leaned closer to him and looked at the puzzle he was working on. “I think 17 down is ‘mesh’la’, and across is ‘mirdala’.” 

-”Yes you are.” He softly mumbled before freezing at what he just said aloud.

-You laughed and slid down to sit beside him and started working through the puzzle together. Occasionally a word or a particular clue would bring up a topic and you would get lost in the conversation for a while. 

-Suddenly you remembered time existed and you looked, groaning as you realized you were two hours late in returning to your shift. Your job probably wasn’t in danger, but you would get a talking to.

-You told Tech as such and went to rise, “It’s been fun, I’ve never met anybody else interested in these puzzles.”

-Suddenly his hand was on your wrist, stopping you from leaving, “I… enjoyed this as well. I most likely would never have heard of them if it was not for you though.” As he said this he shyly looked up at you through his top lashes.

-It took a moment for it to dawn on you, but when it did, the smile you felt come upon your face was so big it hurt.

-Tech spoke again: “If you want, I could tell your superior you failed to return to your post because I requested you help me with a mechanical problem, you would not receive any demerits for that.”

-”Thank you.” you said softly. “If you’re still here tomorrow… would you like to sit and do some more? I only have a quick thing to do in the morning if nothing else breaks here.”

-His gaze was dreamy as it met yours, “I’d like that very much.”

Mando’a note: Mesh’la=Beautiful,  Mirdala=Clever

Echo- Easy, unexpected, unhurried

-Echo has been through, and seen a lot (understatement of the century).

-He’s at a point in his life where if he wants something, he will ask (because the worst you get is a no).

-His words reflect that, seeming to come from a perfectly innocuous social interaction.  

-While he would be more than happy to meet his soulmate and see what sort of person they were, he understood and happily lived without them. Soulmates, despite what the holodramas said, were not the be-all end-all of the love you received in your life.

-Unbeknownst to him, you were of a very similar mind in regards to romance. 

-You had family of all sorts scattered across the galaxy you were always happy to see, and you’d had plenty of experience and affection from previous partners to know what made you happy both in and out of relationships. You were secure to live without them.

-One night out in Ord Mantell, you were sitting alone at a table having a few when a sonorous voice asked: “Is this seat taken?” 

-You looked up, taking in the voice’s owner. He looked like a clone, but different in several ways: his skin was a little paler, his face more sunken and angular, and most apparent were his cybernetics. All together intriguing and handsome.

-”Not at all.” You said nonchalantly, expecting him to take the seat and move it to one of the other tables occupied by patrons. Instead he put himself in the seat and took a sip from the glass he’d brought with him.

-You smiled and raised an eyebrow at him: you liked a little boldness.

-You ended up sitting and talking to Echo until the last call and closing time came, and you talked all the way to your place and into your room (where not too much talking was done after that).

-He was a busy man, apparently also not a friend to the new Empire and was often away, doing missions for your old boss Cid (small galaxy isn’t it?) with his brothers. 

-Whenever you could though, you spent time together. He was a good man and you wanted to make that time for him (and how happy you were when he did the same for you).

-One night while luxuriating in the late afternoon light filtering in, Echo was tracing the black words on your leg: Is this seat taken?

-He no longer had his legs, but he told you how he remembered his own black words, clear as day: Not at all.

-Well, didn’t that sound a little familiar?

-Neither of you could really recall perfectly what was said on that first night thanks to the wine, but either way, words or no: you’d both made your choices and weren’t going anywhere.

Hunter- Caring father, loving man

-Ah yes, our sci fi-fantasy Rambo with the heart of a dad. Mr. ‘If anything happened to Omega I’d kill everybody else in this room and then myself’.

-Would be SOFT for anybody who likes kids.

-Your words worried you a lot when you were younger, the influence of holodramas ever present thanks to the obsessions of your close gaggle of friends. 

-What if they were already in love with somebody else? What if, like a cheesy B-holo plot, you were the reason a perfectly happy couple separated?

-As an adult you didn’t think so much about it (or like that) anymore. Whatever happens, happens, adults make their own decisions.

-Secretly though you wanted somebody to love you as much as they obviously did ‘them’.

-Hunter was always very confused by his words though. Who was ‘she’? Who would they be and why did she need to be protected? Who was it that helped this ‘she’?

-There was only a very select group of people who he could say with absolute certainty that he loved, other than them, there wasn’t another soul whom he could name who he’d treat that way too. 

-Also, as a professional soldier and elite clone squad member, the only times he spent time with potential partners were one-night stands. There was no love there.

-One day while restocking some of the shelves of the store you ran, you heard the bell above the door loudly ring, signalling somebody had entered. 

-Turning you saw a small blonde girl who was breathing heavily with eyes darting madly as if looking for something.

-This of course made you very concerned as she did not look well at all. “Hello there,” you said calmly, catching the girl’s attention “is everything okay honey?”

-She shook her head “N-no, me and my family were just doing a job for somebody and now we’re all being chased!”

-You were shocked to say the least and ushered her behind the register and into one of cubbies below to hide while you kept watch. As she curled up, she lifted a comm device and called for somebody called Hunter.

-Some time passed and nobody came by, until suddenly the door was violently swung open by a man in a green shirt with half a skull tattooed on his face. 

He looked around before calling, “Omega?!”

-You were about to tell him nobody else was here, but were interrupted by the girl scrambling up, running to the man, and hugging him tightly. He also wrapped his (well built) arms around her.

-”It’s okay Huntah’, the nice person helped me.”

-The man, Hunter, looked up from his protective hold of Omega and turned to you, a serious expression on his face: “Thank you, she means everything to me.”

-It softened you to see the obvious care and love this man had for his child and (also recognising those words and seeing an affection you couldn’t help but understand) you said, “I’m glad I could help protect her.”

-Still concerned for Omega, it took him a moment to also recognize what was happening, but when he did his eyes met yours again, wide and wondering.

-In the end, you were both equally loving and protective of Omega, and soon she had also adopted you as her new parent. 

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Pt. 2 

[gch1995]

You’re so obnoxious replying to every post like that. Not everyone views Star Wars like you do, get over it. Let people enjoy the stupid space movies on a base level. You aren’t better than everyone for how you personally view the franchise. Choke on a rock.

I mean, I’ve been trying to stay in my own lane as much possible because I know I will offend narrow-minded assholes like you, nonny.

More than anything, it’s those of you who are Jedi apologists and hardcore Kenobists who act demanding, delusional, and self-righteous.

All I did in a recent post in regards to the appreciation of Anakin’s character on a post of Hayden Christensen’s upcoming appearance in the series was mention that I think a lot more people sympathize with the character now than they did back in the 90s and early 2000s because since then our society has become more aware of the negative impacts in regards to child abuse, cult abuse, grooming, and emotional abuse. Anakin’s not an innocent, but his agency was constantly compromised by abusive, arrogant, corrupt, manipulative, oppressive, and negligent authority figures his whole life in slavery and two space soldier cults. That’s something a lot more of us understand today.

Yes, Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of those abusive authority figures in Anakin’s life, even if his intentions weren’t usually deliberately malicious in nature. I mean, I don’t know why it’s so hard for Kenobists to admit that, in spite of not being evil, Obi-Wan Kenobi generally proved himself to be a very arrogant, controlling, deceitful, emotionally negligent, hypocritical, insensitive, and manipulative bastard who displayed those traits consistently enough throughout the OT and PT movies and TCW to be considered a pretty awful friend, guardian, and mentor to Luke, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

Really consider how you would realistically feel if you had a friend, guardian, mentor, or teacher like Obi-Wan Kenobi who treated you in the same ways he did Anakin, Ahsoka, Luke, and Padme throughout the series whenever Yoda and/or the Council asked him to deceive them, manipulate them, or throw them to the wolves, and he complied by doing it to fit in more of than not. Would he really be the sort of person you would seriously want to have as a parent, friend, or mentor? Someone who constantly deceives you, manipulates you, and/or pushes you away to kiss the ass of higher ups? Someone who is so deeply dysfunctional themselves that they really couldn’t be healthy to interact with in a relationship unless they could work through their own issues first?

No. Of course, not. You’d also come to distrust that person, resent them even, and want to avoid them as much as possible when they repeatedly proved themselves to be toxic people to your emotional, physical, and/or social well-being who couldn’t really be relied upon.

I know that Obi-Wan is not the only Jedi of his time guilty of being that sort of person as an adult. A lot of the Jedi from the prequels were or became ass-kissers in regards to corrupt and oppressive authority figures at one point or another in either the Jedi or the Sith, including Anakin, and it’s not just their fault they grew up that way because of how broken the system they grew up in was.

However, Obi-Wan is the only one celebrated for being a Yoda ass-kisser at nearly all costs in the movies and TCW by many of his stans, even though we canonically see evidence that it constantly leads to both himself and the people he cares about feeling betrayed, feeling confused, feeling ignored, or feeling lonely every time he does.

It’s like, why can’t his character have flaws?

[thefloorisbalaclava]

hi lovie how r u? I dunno if u r taking requests, but maybe... I was thinking something where Javier starts to get a little bit cold towards y/n cos he saw horrible things that the narcos, pablo sicarios, did to some woman's relative to some other guys, including to Connie's cat and he's scared as hell they do something to y/n but when he realizes she's so sad and down, peña stars to show little acts of love in secrecy, like a note, one flower, a ring, just I don't know some angst and fluffy sorry for this long ass ask. thank you for your good posts ♡

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of violence, flashbacks, trauma, mentions of sex

A/N: My friend and I have been talking about Javi a lot lately so you sent this at the perfect time! Thanks!

[Javier Peña masterlist]

“Are you coming to see me today?” you asked Javier over the phone. He looked around the office then lowered his voice.

“I’ll see what I can do.” He regretted it almost immediately.

“I haven’t seen you in a week, Javi,” you reminded him. It was becoming plainly obvious that he was trying to avoid you or at least distance himself from you. What had you done wrong?

“I’ve been...busy,” he said. It wasn’t exactly a lie but just a few weeks ago, he had made time to see you almost every day.

“Right,” you sighed. You looked at the bags of groceries you bought to make dinner for you and him tonight. “Whatever.”

Javier sighed loudly. “I’ll call you later. I-” You hung up before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say. He slammed the phone down on the receiver and put his head in his hands. “Fuck,” he whispered.

He knew getting involved with you was a bad idea and not because you weren’t good or anything like that. If anything, you were too good. Fucking perfect. You were his safe haven, his softness, his saving grace. And that was the problem. You saved him but what if he couldn’t save you? He had seen what could happen to you. If anyone wanted to hurt him, you’re the first person they would go after and he couldn’t have that. He experienced firsthand with someone he loved and, God, he couldn’t live through that again. So he had to leave you.

Because he loved you.

You stared at him in awe as he stood in front of you and told you this. Then you scoffed and turned away. It was all you could do to stop yourself from slapping him in his stupid, beautiful face.

“To protect me?” you repeated bitterly. “Just say that you don’t wanna be with me and stop using work as an excuse.”

“I’m not here to argue with you,” he said calmly.

“No, you’re only here to break my heart,” you snapped. “Well...you can go.”

“Okay but-”

“No! Just go...please.” You couldn’t look at him mostly because you were so angry but also because you didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a woman out there who will happily welcome you back into her bed.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he said and finally you whipped around to look at him.

“Fuck you, Javier.” You didn’t care if he saw the tears now. “If you’re being cold and indifferent to try and make this easier...fine. It worked. Get out. I never want to see you again.” You stormed away only to grab the pack of cigarettes he left on your table for when he came over. “Don’t forget these.” You threw the pack, hitting him directly in the face.

He scoffed and picked the cigarettes up then turned to the door. He stopped as if he was going to say something but then you heard the door close behind you and he was gone. Only when he was back in his car did he let his emotions show. His eyes filled with tears and he hit the steering wheel over and over again before putting his head against it. He tried lighting a cigarette but his hands shook so badly that it was impossible. Another burst of anger as he threw his lighter somewhere in his car.

He had to do it. Right? He had to. He couldn’t stand having another one of those dreams about finding Helena only for her to change into you when he got close enough.

There were plenty of nights where he would sit outside your place in his car just to make sure you got home okay. He was dreading the day he saw a man following you inside. He also wondered if you got any of the notes and gifts he left for you. This was the safest thing for now. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes when you found another note from Javier slipped under your door, another little gift for you on the table, and a bottle of your favorite wine. The first time it happened you could only laugh to yourself when you remembered that he still had a key to your place.

As always, you threw everything in the garbage.

Except for the notes. For some reason you couldn’t part with them. Maybe because they smelled like him--that faint smell of his soap mixed with the smell of his cigarettes. Maybe because when you read them you did so in his voice. That goddamn voice of his and how it could change so quickly. Sometimes it was sweet and welcoming with just enough rasp to give him that air of that bad boy type. Other times it was low and growly which was usually reserved for when he was inside you, talking dirty to you, calling you a bad girl but how you were so good for taking him so well.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip at the thought.

“Enough,” you said quietly, walking over to grab that unopened bottle of wine from the top of the trash.

Some nights you felt like you were being watched when you walked home from work but not in a threatening way. If Javier was watching you he kept himself hidden well because you could never find his car when you stopped to look for it.

You touched the necklace you wore as you turned the corner to your apartment and Javier watched. It made him sit up a bit when he noticed you were wearing it. He waited until he was sure you were settled down--he knew you had to ear dinner, shower, then watch a little television before you really got ready for bed.

Then he called.

“Hello.” You answered on the third ring like you always did. He didn’t know what to say. Hey, I’m sorry I was an idiot? Hey, I’ve been watching you come home every night like some creep? “Hello?” He could hear the slight annoyance in your tone.

“I-It’s me. It’s Javi,” he finally said.

“Oh...”

“Don’t hang up!” He added quickly.

“I want my key back,” you said.

“So you’ve been getting them?” he asked.

“Getting what?” You looked down at the necklace then touched it.

“The gifts I’ve been leaving you.” He looked up at your window and could see your silhouette through the curtains.

“I throw them all away,” you lied.

“I don’t blame you.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I miss you.”

You were quiet for a long time--afraid to speak because you knew what would happen if you did. “I miss you too,” you cried, sniffling quietly. Javier’s heart ached. He wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and into your arms. But as soon as he closed his eyes he could only see you lying there, beaten and bloody, all because he couldn’t leave you alone.

“I’m gonna hold you again one day,” he said. “I promise. We’re both gonna get the fuck outta here...so far away. No one will be able to find us.” His throat tightened as his own tears threatened to spill over. “Look out the window...”

“What?”

“Just look out the window.” He looked up at your window just in time to see you carefully pull the curtains back slightly. “Hey hermosa.”

“Hey handsome,” you said tearfully.

“No llores,” he said although there was a tear rolling down his cheek now. “Please, don’t cry.”

“Promise me you’ll hold me again, you’ll kiss me again, you’ll make love to me again,” you cried.

“I promise. I swear to you.” He looked up and saw that you put your hand against the window so he put his against the car window. “I love you.”

“I love you too...you asshole.” You laughed through your tears and it made him smile.

“Goodnight,” he said quietly, not wanting to let you go.

“Goodnight, Javi.” You hung up and walked away from the window. It would hurt too much to watch him drive away.

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[jeankirschteinswifey]

Flower (Cal Kestis x Reader)

Words: like 660

Warnings: other than slight cursing, none, this is literally just PURE FLUFF.

Summary: You’ve developed feelings for Cal soon after he was a part of The Mantis. But you’d never let anyone know that. That is until Cal gave you a nickname you’d never forget.

a/n: Cal is so precious and adorable and hot and I rarely see fan fics of him so I made one. Also, ik none of this dialogue isn’t in the game, but I finished fallen order months ago and don’t remember any of the dialogue. And all I want in life is for Cal to call me “flower”, so that’s the nickname he gives the reader.

“We’re coming up on Kashyyyk kid, get in your seat.” Greez calls back to Cal. You watch Cal walk towards the cockpit with his droid as you take your seat on the couch in the living area.

“See you in a bit y/n.” Cal says to you as he smiles. You smile back. A few moments later you weren’t paying attention when suddenly the ship jerks back and forth like it was just shot at. You walk to the cockpit to see what was going on.

“What the hell just happened?” You ask.

“What happened was that Cal wasn’t checking the sensors!” Greez responds glaring at the Jedi.

“They were clear just a moment ago!” Call yells back.

“Oh for crying out loud.” You mumble as Greez and Cal continue to argue.

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“Cal. Y/n. I want you to go on Kashyyyk and see what you can find.” Cere says. You and Cal both nod.

“So how are we going to get on this planet?” You ask.

“You’re gonna jump.” Cere responds.

“Jump?! You mean like in the water? That far down?”

“Yeah, but it’ll be fun! Don’t worry.” Cal says as the door to the mantis opens.

“You better be right about this Cal.” You say as you inch your way towards the edge of the platform.

“I hope so too, well, see you down below!” Cal says as he pushes you off the platform. You screech as you head towards the water. Moments later, the cold water hits you. You make your way to the surface of the water seeing Cal not far ahead.

“Y/n! There you are!” Cal exclaims, you splash him in return.

“YOU ASSHOLE! YOU COULD'VE JUST TOLD ME TO JUMP!” You yell.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that Flower!” He laughs. You laugh too after a while. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long. Dammit why does he have to be so cute you think. You still haven’t realize that he called you Flower.

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You made your way up to the AT-AT and sabotaged it. Cal takes out the enemies and you try to figure out how to control the damn thing.

“Here, let me try.” Cal says, seeing BD-1 following close by.

“Hey BD, think you can charge this?” Cal says gesturing towards the droid socket on the console. The droid does so and some sparks come out, making you jump and the power is back on. What the fuck, was it not on this whole time? You think. Cal starts to control the AT-AT and destroys any imperials in the way. Then the AT-AT starts to fall forward, eventually crashing to the ground, causing you to stumble forward a bit, but Cal catches you before you hit the ground. You look up, seeing him with his eyes wide open, making sure you're okay. Shit. His eyes are so pretty. You think. He lets you go out of his grip and opens the hatch, leading you outside of the AT-AT. BD-1 beeps and Cal responds, “no, we’re not doing that again.” As he jokingly scolds the droid and proceeds to jump down off the head with a smile on his face.

“Now that was pretty fun, wasn’t it Flower?” He asks, holding his hand out to help you down, you accept it.

“Yeah, it was.” You respond. And then it hit you, “wait did you just call me Flower?” You ask.

“Uhm, yeah, I did before too. I kinda thought of it as a nickname for you...you kinda remind me of flowers ya know? I mean, they’re associated with happy thoughts and they’re really pretty and- wait shit, sorry um…” he nervously starts to ramble.

“Well, lucky for you I like you too Cal.” You say.

“Really?” He asks with a small smile.

“Yeah, I mean, how could I not. You always find a way to make me laugh, you're really sweet and cute and-.” he cuts you off with a small kiss on your lips. Your eyes go wide with shock.

“Thanks Flower.”

“Y-you’re welcome.” You stutter. He just sends a warm smile back.

[sovonight]

Before finding out that Bao-Dur knows Cela's name:

Atton: (sighs wistfully) And I don’t even know her name... Bao-Dur: She's right there. You can just ask Atton: She won't think I'm cool if I just ask Bao-Dur: Sounds like you have nothing to lose then

After finding out that Bao-Dur knows Cela’s name:

Atton: Come on, as a favor to me? (Bao-Dur looks him in the eyes, sighs) Bao-Dur: After all this time, you still can’t ask her? Atton: ... Atton: Fine, she... Atton, reluctantly spilling a dark secret: She told me once but there was too much noise to make it out. Bao-Dur: What? Atton: And I'm the one who went, "What's your name, by the way?" And I pretended to hear her and it's been so long now that I'll just look like an asshole if I come clean now! Bao-Dur: I don't see how you're treating this like it could be worse than the fight the two of you had on Nar Shaddaa. Atton: It is, it's saying that I went through that with her and I still didn't have the guts to bring up that I didn’t catch her damn name!! Bao-Dur: (sighs) Fine. It's Cela. Atton: Cela? Bao-Dur: Cela Pace. There, you can practice swapping your last name for hers now. Atton, somewhat dreamily: Pace... not bad as far as surnames go, huh? And Cela... Cela: Yes? Atton: Wh—Jedi! I mean—Exile! I mean—Cela— Cela: I didn't mean to surprise you, I'm just borrowing a spanner. Atton: Oh. Yeah, sure. There's plenty. Bao-Dur: There's one. The other one fell down those grates again, in the engine room. Cela: I see—I'll retrieve that one, then. Atton: Need any help? Cela: Not really, but I'd appreciate your company. (Hesitates only a second before adding:) ...Angel. (Atton splutters, even Bao-Dur drops a wrench, and Cela blushes but holds fast) Cela, explaining: You saved me on Peragus, too. Or would you prefer to be called something different? Atton: No, I'm good—I mean, it's fine—I mean, what about— Cela, blushing harder: Handsome? (They are both extremely red. Atton has lost all words.) Bao-Dur, reminding them: Spanner. Cela, recognizing the save: Yes! Right. Cela drifts in the direction of the engine room with a distracted blush. Atton goes with her. Atton: Cela? Cela: Yes? Atton: Just Atton's fine. Cela, perceiving that as a subtle rejection: Alright. I'll remember. Atton: Not that the other names weren't appreciated. Maybe just, uh, when it’s just us. (She smiles at him, and he catches it before quickly looking away. She turns back to the grates.) Cela: For me, I'd... be glad to keep hearing my name. Cela: I'm a Jedi and an Exile to too many people, and myself to too few. When I heard my name from you, well... Cela: I'm glad to be myself with you. (Atton suddenly feels ridiculous for not simply asking her sooner.) Cela: Ah! I've got it. (She's floated the spanner up carefully through the grates. He knows the complex maze of pipes and wires below are hell to navigate, and can only imagine at the precise handling she had to have, to have barely made a sound as she retrieved it. Such control, and she can't even keep her voice level when she calls him handsome—but he likes that.)