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catnipaddictt · 4 months

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Your day had done rather well, Maul seemed to have a bit of an attitude but when did he not. While going through some documents for Dathomir and noticed something odd, every single deal had involved Maul and strangely they all involved someone named Savage Opress, you presumed he was the Dathomirian advisor but why would he be a man. The night sister ran the organisation right?

You walked over to Maul who was seated in an office at the end of the hall. The red Zebrak looked at you with pure annoyance “Hey Maul, I noticed something on the papers for Dathomir.” He glanced up from his computer “and that would be?” Maul always had that stern face it was quite hard to explain, the only way you could describe it was that it was the total opposite of obi wans. “Well, there’s a man named Savage Opress but I thought it was a woman owned company?” You asked a bit hesitant.

“That would be my brother, he works for the company” he made eye contact and continued “you don’t know a thing about Dathomirs history, do you?” You were indeed a bit out of your depth. "When we go to the night sisters tomorrow, let me do the talking “ he stated “Are you satisfied with your answer?” He went back to typing “I think so.” He pointed to the door “then go.”

Maker, he was petty. Closing the door behind, you let out a long sigh. Maul could be really tiresome to be around. You heard a huffed set of laughs. Looking over to the desks, you saw Quinlan trying to hush himself and his desk friends Kit and Obi wan.

You walked over, hardly able to keep from laughing yourself. “Did he kick you out of his office?” Obi wan questioned with a mischievous smile on his face “he did, why does he have an office anyways?” Maul sat at the back of the office normally. “He threatened Rex for it" Quinlan giggled out. “Maker, I can't imagine how bad it must be to work with him,” Kit let out with a loud sigh.

You took a bit of offence, sure maul could be arrogant, prideful and a downright rude but he was a hard worker that just seemed a bit guarded. “It really isn’t that bad, he works really hard and we get along somewhat well!" Quinlan passed a look towards obi wan “Wouldn’t you want to work with someone else?” You thought it was a bit of a strange question. “I mean it's sometimes a bit difficult but he knows a lot of stuff about Dathomir, I don’t think anyone else would be more suited for the job. His brother even works there.” You ended with a bit of a smile.

Rex's voice boomed from the front desk, you rushed back over to your desk. There was a man standing next to Rex that you didn’t recognise “Y/n this is is Bail Organa, HR representative and a weekly nuisance “ you were a bit taken aback by that. "I thought I planned the meeting on Monday next week, did you not get the email?” he let out a rumble laugh “I don't check emails from my branches, I thought it would be a good idea to check up on how you blended in with your peers” that was nice at least. Rex started awkwardly stepping away back to his office. He must have been uncomfortable, you thought.

Bail guided you to a nearby conference room (which really was more like a table with 6 seats). He pulled out a chair and crossed the room to sit in front of it. You took the seat. “So tell me how you’re blending in?” Bail asked “Well I'm doing rather well. My first day was a bit of a hassle but I think I’m really getting the hang of it now” you beamed. You liked your new job a lot, the hours were kind, the people were ever kinder and your pay was great. “I heard you were late a few times, may I ask why?” He looked at you nonchalantly. “Well my car broke down on my way over on that infamous first day." "Did you find a good garage?" he asked, ''Yeah , Its called MustaCar and they’re fixing up the car as we speak. It took them almost an hour to get there but they did it.” Bail looked shocked when you said MustaCar "Who was your mechanic?” He questioned a big to quickly “Anakin Skywalker.” that was one name you weren’t going to forget quickly. He nodded and smiled. “Are there any other things you would like to speak about?” You shook your head “No, not really.”

Bail shook your hand as you both left the room, you noticed that he walked over towards Obi Wan but his hologram went off before he could get there. He bid a quick sympathetic goodbye to the paper company before walking away. And your day continued as normal.

You walked down the stairs to the parking lot to catch your ride home, 'Shaggy' the minivan. Qui Gon was standing by the beauty but Obi Wan was nowhere in sight. “Hey y/n, how was your day?” He greeted you warmly “My day was pretty great. How long do you think we need to wait on Obi Wan?” He let out a laugh “He kept talking too much so now he's running behind with his work, which means i will give him a lift later." He looked at you knowingly but of what you didn’t know. “Are you in a rush?” He asked “Yup, could you drop me off at this address? “ You had written it down back at your desk because Shaggy didn’t have a GPS. “Well then we better get going!” Qui Gon said while stepping into his car.

It didn’t take too long for you to get there. “MustaCar...” was all Qui Gon let out before bidding you goodbye and you did the same.

Stepping out of the vehicle you wave your thanks to Qui Gon before walking the short distance to MustaCar. Making your way into the reception, you are greeted by a gruff man who tells you to go out back to see your beloved Shelby. Pushing open the door you are greeted by a ball of fur curling around your legs. Bending down, you pat the sandy loth cat before spotting your shining glory. Shelby sits looking rather sad but nevertheless still beautiful. You cross the distance to her, loth cat in tow, and run your hand over her blue bonnet.

“She won’t be done for a while you know?” the voice from beside you makes you jump out of your skin. “Didn’t mean to scare you” Anakin says smoothly, leaning on the side of shelby. You walk around the car, checking that she hasn’t acquired any scratches or dents.”I swear I haven’t damaged her one bit, my apprentice has been working on her mostly” he pauses “but don’t worry she knows what she is doing.”

You up at the apprentice, noticing his ruffled hair and rolled up sleeves. ‘Damn’ is all you think to yourself before shutting out those ideas circling your head. He was just a guy after all. With enough charm to sink a battleship. You mentally elbow yourself before speaking; “how long is a while?” “At least another few weeks, parts are difficult to ship in at the moment” He explains before shooting you a winning smile, “means I get to look at you more often if you continue to stop by.” You roll your eyes at him, maybe to make up for the feeling in your gut.

Interrupting Anakin's remarks, the loth cat wanders up to you and makes a sound that basically implies ‘attention please’. You bend down to pat it, but it gets a different idea and basically jumps onto you, luckily your reflected kick in and you manage to place your hand around it. It settles comfortably in your arms and you are able to stand back up. You hear Anakin let out a laugh. “Sorry, she’s new to the place” he says, “showed up the other day, hungry, but very friendly.” You nod, giving the animal a scratch behind its large, pointed ears.

“She is very friendly, does she have a name?” you question, looking at the creature's large, chocolatey eyes. “Snips wanted to name her Honey.” “I can see why, she is very honey coloured.” He smiles “yeah, and sickly sweet.” The cat nudges your shoulder playfully, and you scratch under its chin. “I can tell” you laugh.

“Hate to break up your bonding session” a female voice says as she walks over. You recognise her as Ahsoka, Anakin’s teenages apprentice. “But the boss wants to see you” She points an accusing finger at the man beside you. He nods before turning to face you, “I'll see you around sweetheart.” He shoots you a winning grin before he walks off inside the building. Ahsoka rolls her eyes dramatically before beginning to tell you exactly what she has been doing to your Shelby.

You are left with a strange feeling in your gut and a lot of questions to ask yourself.

So sorry this took so long. We live in different parts of the world and planning can get tricky. We will definitely finish this project anyways… We hope you enjoy <3

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dickarchivist · 11 months

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Grave squad of the 404th.

This is the biography introduction for Grave Squad, clone OCs made by me. They're part of a fake battalion, the 404th. The jedi mentioned are for context only at this point, and are also my OCs.

Jedi of Note: Jedi Master Dax'Malkin Valka. Zebrak. General of the 404th. Padawan Athena Bello, near human. Master Dax's last Padawan.

Word count: 2815

Minors DNI 🔞 there is the N S F W alphabet for Grave Squad toward the bottom.

Meet The Clones!

Ghost, Phantom, Specter, Banshee, and Wraith!

Clone Captain 1313: Ghost

Nickname: none

Ghost is the oldest of the Grave Squad Clones. He's a mission focused and goal driven soldier, but this doesn't stop him from making time to check on his men. Ghost is known to be incredibly kind hearted, making sure that everyone in his command is taken care of before he takes care of himself.

During a field mission, Ghost sustained acid burns to his eyes while protecting natives. Ghost lost his eyes, but Master Dax saw to it that he be given cybernetics to stay in the fight and prolong his life. Ghost's eyes are predominantly white, with a gray iris and white pupil. The splash like scars remain across his eyes like a mask. Ghost has short hair, shaved on the sides with a slightly longer top. After his accident, Ghost starts growing facial hair. The dark hair is mixed with patches of silver, fading in some places.

ARC Trooper 1404: Phantom

Nickname: Tom/Tommy

Phantom's a little cocksure and brash. He likes to think himself the leader despite his place in the Squad, and will sometimes challenge Ghost for his position. He's never beaten Ghost, even when his Captain was blind. Phantom is extremely competitive, keeps count of Droid kills on missions, and is known to cause bar fights.

When he's in the field, Phantom earns his name. He moves silently and follows the orders to a T unless the situation calls for quick thinking, which it often does. He's best with long range assault, yet remains a vital assent in melee situations. Phantom sports goatee facial hair with longer locks. He ties it back with a beaded ribbon given to him by Athena.

ARC Trooper 1551: Specter

Nickname: Specs

Lovingly nicknamed "Specs" by his brothers, Specter is the more technologically inclined of Grave Squad. His area of expertise sits with improvised weaponry, often making explosives or blasters with anything he can get his hands on. Creating gadgets and hacking systems are his second favorite hobbies. His first is photography. Specter takes photos every chance he gets, and when asked why, he simply says, "Proof that we lived." He's a little harder to get to warm up than his brothers, very blunt, but he understands when gentleness is needed.

Specter has a shock of white hair on his head, fluffy and wild, a broad Mohawqk. The sides of his head are shaved, decorated with tattoos of intricate swirl patterns.

Clone Ordnance Specialist 1666: Banshee

Nickname: Ban

The scars on Banshee's throat tell many stories, but you won't hear them from him. His brothers can tell you a million different stories, but they always change, and Banshee won't tell you which one is true, if any of them. He's quiet, yet despite his role in demolition, he likes it quiet too. He wears in the ear headphones near constantly to drown out the tinnitus from explosions. some say he's deaf, but even so much as whisper his name and he'll look your way. But he's not mute. On the battlefield if you hear his voice, you either duck for cover or you run. Things are about to get loud. Banshee communicates in hand signs more than anything else.

Banshee is often seen with a neutral expression, and half hooded eyes, making him appear sleepy despite how high alert he always is. Aside from the scars across his throat, Banshee's hair is his most defining feature. Near shaved bald, the fuzz on his head is blonde. Sometimes, for fun, Banshee and the rest of Grave Squad will draw on his head. Athena once drew a heart near his temple. He had it tattooed there shortly after.

Clone Medic 1789: Wraith

Nickname: Ray/Rai

One of the hardest Clones to pin down, Wraith is always running from place to place without end. He's a worrier, much a mother hen, and consistently double checking to make sure everything is in order. He's one of the few people that can get Ghost to sit down and take care of himself before others. Wraith is incredibly firm when it comes to the safety of his brothers, and has been threatened with a court martial numerous times for disobeying jedi orders in favor of the preservation of his brothers. Luckily, Master Dax never let them take Wraith, always saying that the medic was indeed following orders, his orders.

Wraith loves flowers. He pressed them when he can, collecting new ones on his missions and preserving them between the pages of a hand bound book with blank paged that Master Dax made for him. Wraith has a slight mutation in his genetics, giving him one green eye, and one standard brown. He has a well kept beard, and a slightly longer, natural curly hair cut.

Some Spicy ABC's beyond this point 👀💦

NSFW ALPHABET FOR GRAVE SQUAD

A note: All of Grave Squad is Pan, they like everyone and everything. However, unless requested, I tend to write fem/afab partners for them. With that in mind, that's how these will be answered.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghost: As with everyone under him, Ghost makes sure your needs are met. He'll man handle you, clean you up, had make sure you drink some water within the hour. If you're really messy, he'll take you to the shower and clean you up himself.

Phantom: he's shockingly clingy afterwards, asking if it felt good, if it still feels good, do you need a safe word next time, are you sure it was what you wanted, etc. For a man as outwardly confident as Phantom, he's very self conscious and craves your approval.

Specter: less so for after care. Specs would, with your permission, take a photo of the mess he's made of you, chuckling that it's his best work yet. Out of the 5 of them, Specs is the most likely to eat you out as a form of after care.

Banshee: he just wants to hold you. Keep you close, listen to your panting, the intense beat of your heart as it comes down. He'd enjoy Feather light touching, Whispers of kisses on warm skin. Soft, quiet, warm and safe. He'd want to stay in you as long as possible.

Wraith: he would stay as long as you wanted him to, but wouldn't be the most romantic for Aftercare. He'd wait for the body high to fall before taking you into the shower to clean up. He'd change the sheets before allowing you back into bed, only afterwards would he cuddle with you again.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ghost: he's a lips and breasts kinda man, that oral fixation. He thinks his hands are nice.

Phantom: thinks he's the maker's gift to the galaxy, all of him is his favorite. He loves soft tummies and thighs on his partners.

Specter: takes pride in his arms and hands, they're quick, strong, and skilled. Loves to look you in those pretty eyes of yours

Banshee: he likes his tummy, its not rough chisled, but solid still. He likes that when he's not flexed, he has a little belly roll. Its not a body part, but he loves your voice. It's the only sound in the galaxy he'd want to hear all day long.

Wraith: his eyes and nose are his favorites on him, making him unique from the very start. He takes his time appreciating your whole body, stating that every part is his favorite, though you do catch him looking at your ass and chest very often.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Grave Squad: they all enjoy spending themselves inside their partners, but even more when their partners cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ghost: He gets jealous so quickly. He doesn't have personal possessions, but you belong to him, and if anyone makes him feel even the slightest insecure about that, he's quick to remind the galaxy who you belong to.

Phantom: he'll try to deny it, puts on a convincing act, but Phantom likes it when his partner takes control. He'd never ask for it, but he craves it.

Specter: when he's in a creative rut, Specs will wear a pair of your panties that he stole from you. Sometimes he'll wear them just for fun.

Banshee: listens to a recording of the two of you having sex almost every single day. His headphones are always on, no one is the wiser.

Wraith: once accidentally exposed himself to a powerful aphrodisiac he was researching and pretended to be sick because he couldn't get his boner down for 8 hours. Spent that time furiously going solo.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ghost: he's had his fair share of flings and one night stands, but yearns for more.

Phantom: first of Grave Squad to fuck, and has not stopped since. He's here for a good time.

Specter: much like Ghost, he's experienced the throws of passion.

Banshee: he's selective, and needs connection before making a physical one, but has had a handful of goes around the bases.

Wraith: someone draw this man a map, he can't find a date

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Grave Squad: any position they can see their partner's face in

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Ghost: knows when to make a joke during sex, knows when to be heartfelt

Phantom: makes jokes afterwards, to cover up his insecurities

Specter: does not joke, but will chuckle if you do

Banshee: barely talks. If he does make a joke, it'll likely go over your head in the moment.

Wraith: jokes when he's nervous, so very often at first, but less and less the more serious the relationship.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Grave squad: all very well kept, Ghost doesn't let them get nasty (neither does Wraith). And yes, the carpet matched the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ghost: he gets wistful, thinking of the future almost breaks his heart, because he doesn't know if he has one. But he wants to, with you, and he'll tell you that over and over. "I want a life with you."

Phantom: once you've broken down his fuck boy walls, Phantom is actually really romantic. He does stereotype romance when he thinks you're just in it for the sex, but once you've actually started to get serious he puts in the effort.

Specter: his romance is in subtle ways, like calling you by your first name when he only ever calls you by a pet name or your title. He may be softer with you, or come to you for creature comforts without the need or want for sex.

Banshee: if he speaks around you, fuck everything else, that's how you know he loves you. He uses his voice.

Wraith: his version of romantic interaction is a strange meld of his brothers, but above all else, he'd bring you flowers. Not just pressed ones, but live flowers, even ones he made with metal or papers.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ghost: he doesn't do it often, but when he does he makes sure with 100% certainty that no one will hear, see, or interrupt him. Ghost is very private.

Phantom: has no shame, but at least has the decency to wait until he thinks his brothers are asleep.

Specter: will go solo to relieve stress, but otherwise doesn't unless it's part of sex with you.

Banshee: once a day, no one knows that he does.

Wraith: very bad at hiding the fact that he does, because he can't keep quiet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ghost: breeding, marking/possession, over stim, nipple play, oral fixation, being called "daddy", body worship, Achluophilia (darkness/blindfold)

Phantom: punishment (recieving, light when giving), sub/Dom play (both ways), wax play, praise, public sex, teasing,

Specter: bondage, recording, edging/denial, over stim, public sex, lingerie, underwear

Banshee: Akophilia (arousal through sounds), body worship, shower sex, face sitting (partner on him), Somnophilia (sleeping sex (with consent))

Wraith: Vicarphilia (hearing of other's exploites), breath play, medical play, shower sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) (other than the bedroom)

Ghost: over his desk

Phantom: in any risky spot

Specter: in front of windows/ mirrors

Banshee: in the shower

Wraith: exam chair/table

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Grave Squad: their partner, always.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Grave Squad: non-concent, dehumanization, age play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ghost: loves both

Phantom: likes recieving, loves giving

Specter: doesn't like recieving, enjoys giving

Banshee: loves both, especially giving

Wraith: likes both, getting better at it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ghost: depends on partner's desires

Phantom: rough and fast until bonds are made, then slows down sometimes

Specter: sensual, but hard

Banshee: slow and sensual

Wraith: clumsy, slow, and giggly

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ghost: enjoys them, but not as much as feature length fun

Phantom: loves em, but less when youre serious with him

Specter: he'll give you oral for a Quickie but doesn't like them for himself

Banshee: would only do it if you asked him to and seemed absolutely desperate

Wraith: so excited about the idea, would love to, as often as you'd like.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Grave Squad: they'll try damn near anything at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghost: 4 rounds, 10-15 min each, 2-5 minutes between rounds

Phantom: 3 rounds, 8-12 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between first 3 rounds, 6-10 minutes between final rounds

Specter: 3 rounds, 10-15 minutes each, 1-3 minutes between each round.

Banshee: 3 rounds, 15-20 minutes each, 2-3 minutes between rounds.

Wraith: 2 rounds, 5-8 minutes each, 3-5 minutes between rounds (he'll get better with practice)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghost: doesn't use toys, but wouldn't be adverse to trying for his partner

Phantom: loves toys, uses them for both

Specter: uses toys on partner

Banshee: loves a good cockring, anything to prolong the process

Wraith: doesn't know enough, but would be very excited to try them out

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ghost: teases a little (until you tease back/make him jealous, then all bets are off)

Phantom: teases until you tell him to stop

Specter: King Tease, doesn't stop until you use the safe word

Banshee: doesn't tease verbally, only touch, and only until you're in the mood and say you're ready for him

Wraith: would try to tease, but wouldn't be good at it. Unknowingly teases most of all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ghost: moderate, doesn't get too loud but can be vocal. Grunts and moans, growls. Checks in throughout, light dirty talk sometimes

Phantom: moderate to loud. Talks through the process, shouts when he climaxes unless he's going solo. Dirty talk and check ins veiled as dirty talk

Specter: low to moderate, brief check ins. Dirty talk in a whisper, will call you names if you're into it.

Banshee: silent for the most part. Breathy panting, soft grunts. Focusing more on the sounds you make. Eye contact for check ins

Wraith: moderate to loud. Panting, moaning, grunting, begging and praise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ghost: watching you ride him is one of his favorite sights

Phantom: makes sure you climax at least twice while with him

Specter: gets off on you getting off, way more than anything else.

Banshee: wants nothing more than to slowly fuck you for an entire day, would spend hours worshipping your body if given a chance.

Wraith: has a fantasy about having sex on a beach, but wouldn't do it because it's very risky health wise. Thinks about it often, though.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ghost: above average length, average thickness

Phantom: average length and thickness

Specter: average length, slightly above average thickness

Banshee: above average length and thickness

Wraith: average length and thickness

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ghost: 8/10

Phantom: 8/10

Specter: 7/10

Banshee: 10/10 (surprise)

Wraith: 5/10

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ghost: doesn't fall asleep until after you do

Phantom: falls asleep within 20 minutes of finishing

Specter: falls asleep within 30 minutes of finishing

Banshee: stays awake as long as he can just admiring you

Wraith: once his Aftercare routine is finished, he's out within moments unless you keep him awake.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc ghost #clone oc phantom #clone oc specter #clone oc banshee #clone oc wraith #sw clone oc #sw tcw

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mistymountainsmc · 2 months

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A Force Apart: Scott and Xornoth

Alright, I think I know about Scott and Xornoth in my AU

They are both Zebrak brothers, Xoronoth older than Scott. Scott is the odd one out, looking more like a human than a Zebrak. Their parents were ‘alright’ with this situation, but still favoured Xornoth than Scott (quite the flip from what I’ve seen with fanfics and headcanons). Instead of letting his upbringing discourage him, Scott used this to help strengthen himself mentally. Not in the sense of “No one was there for me, so I won’t be there for anyone” but rather “No one was there for me, I won’t let that happen to anyone else.”

Xornoth despised Scott’s view on this and felt more of the outcast even tho he wasn’t (kinda like he envied his personality, if that’s a thing). So he did what he could to make Scott miserable, that didn’t work, became a Sith, the rest is history.

That’s all, God bless!

#misty talk #empires smp #esmp star wars au #a force apart #scott smajor #xornoth #esmp s1

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a-k-a-l-i · 13 days

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They are NOT Hot!

Luke and Leia refuse to believe that anyone would think their parents (and Uncle Obi-wan) are hot. Can the twins come up with a plan to succeed and convince their friends that they're not?

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“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away…”

“...The Trade Federation was eventually blown up by none other than the Chosen One, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker at nine years old, saving the Planet Naboo.” Terria Marayne explained to her class. Many eyes were focused on the Skywalker twins who held proud smiles, knowing how cool their dad was.

The bell rang signifying that Prodigious Coruscanti High School was over.

“Remember students,” the teacher called out as the kids stuffed their papers into their bags, “I want a detailed report of the Battle of Naboo, it’s due next week.”

“No doubt we’ll pass with flying colors,” Luke whispered to his twin, which Leia just snorted and shoved him out of the classroom.

“Don’t cheat, Nerfherder.”

“You wound me, Lei-Lei, how can I cheat on something so easy?”

The hallways were filled with students coming in and out of rooms, many stood in the hallways, talking with friends. Leia headed to her locker organizing her stuff when she heard her name being called.

“Leia!”

Turning around, Leia waved her friends over. Three girls, a green Twi’lek with green eyes, a Pantoran, and a human with blue hair and brown eyes walked over.

“It must be so cool to have your dad in history class, huh?” asked Hali, the Pantoran. Leia shrugged.

“I mean, it is, but we grew up with those stories, with way more details, this is hardly anything.”

Gia pulled her blue hair lightly, “if you say so, but I doubt it though...nine years old? Please, that’s impossible.”

“That’s why he’s the Chosen One, Gia, not some regular old Jedi,” a new voice joined the conversation. The green Twi’lek, Jora, scoffed.

“I don’t remember you being allowed in this conversation, We’lin.” Said girl gave them an unimpressed look.

“Honestly, I thought you guys would be more knowledgeable when it came to Anakin Skywalker, considering you’re friends with his daughter.”

Leia sighed, “That’s enough We’lin, I get why they doubt it, no reason to be so snarky, let’s go guys.” The four girls left the angered Zebrak, who scoffed and walked away.

“What’s her problem?” Jora hissed slightly.

“She’s jealous that I’m friends with you and not her, she wants to be in close proximity with someone famous,” Leia led her friends to the front door of the building,

“Hm, no reason to be so-- hey, what’s going on?” Hali muttered. Gia saw Luke and called his name.

“Luke!”

The boy turned his head and waved his hands to his sister and her friends. The small group walked to where Luke was standing. His friends gaping, their eyes unblinking. The girls were confused until they saw who captured everyone’s attention— students, teachers, and parents alike.

Anakin Skywalker.

He stood against the newest model of a LV-80 speeder, it is one of the fastest luxury speeders, only the wealthy could afford one. He wore his usual black Jedi robes, though, today, they were looking very fashionable. Anakin ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lips as his attention was drawn to the datapad in his hand.

“Oh my…” Hali’s words got caught in her throat. Luke and Leia groaned silently, rolling their eyes simultaneously.

“The senator truly is lucky to have married him–”

“How can he look so flawlessly handsome?”

“He hardly aged, I dare say…”

“You’re right about that, Xeni.”

Luke facepalmed, he didn’t need to overhear the whispers about his father from the teachers no less.

“Bro, your dad looks so cool!” Derran commented.

“Imagine having a father as powerful as him–”

“Look at the speeder.”

“Imagine being this rich–”

“Why doesn’t he come over often, Luke?” A human girl wondered with a dazed look in her eyes.

“He’s busy…saving the galaxy and all,” Luke said, slightly put off at her facial expression.

Leia fared no better as her friends practically drooled at the sight.

“Leiaaa, you’re so lucky, your dad looks so hot,” Gia gasped. Leia blanched. Seriously? How weird are her friends? Jora had a noticeable pink tint coloring her cheeks. Hali fanned herself, muttering words like “..amazing…lucky...wish I was older…not fair…”

“Guys, that’s my dad, stop calling him hot!” Leia told them, mortified. Her friends stared at her, breaking away from their stupor.

“And!?” They shrieked.

“He’s hot-”

“Only you would see him as mediocre–”

“We hardly get to see him in the flesh–”

“–he’s your dad and we’re your friends–”

“–let us worship him–”

“–and fantasize over him–”

“–in peace, Leia,” the girls finished off in unison.

Shaking her head Leia left her star-struck friends and made her way over to her brother.

“They are so creepy,” Luke mentioned, taking his sister’s bag for her.

“At least your friends think Dad is cool, my friends find him hot.” Leia informed him, Luke gagged.

“Gross.”

“You’re telling me.”

The Skywalker twins pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Dad!” Leia yelled out.

Anakin’s head snapped up, spotting his eldest son and daughter. He gave them a grin, stashing his datapad in the speeder.

The Force rang with such admiration, jealousy, and infatuation that Luke and Leia had to hurry away from the seemingly endless crowd.

“Hey, Troublemakers, how’s school?” Anakin smiled, girls once again swooned, he took their bags, and began placing them in the back seats.

“Uh, let’s tell you on the way,” Luke hurried. Their father’s eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow raised.

“What’s the hurry?”

“We just want to get home, see Mom, our siblings…y’know, we don’t want to be stuck here,” Leia came up with a cover quickly as Luke tried thinking of a lie. Anakin nodded and ushered them to his brand new speeder.

Noticing the crowd, he gave them a roguish smirk and a semi salute. Chuckling once he felt emotions ringing through the force, he left the group of people standing there in surprise.

Luke gawked as he studied the inside of the speeder.

“This speeder is so wizard, Dad!” Anakin laughed, he fired up the engine and set off towards their apartment.

“Glad you like it, son, recognize the model?”

Luke racked his brain, “is it the new LV-80? I thought it wasn’t out yet.”

Anakin nodded in approval, “True, but you know how I receive certain gifts for saving the galaxy, even though it’s been sixteen years. If I like a certain gift, then their ratings go up. It’s business,” he explained, “not to mention, I already modified it,” Anakin handed him the manual, and Luke smiled like a little kid, reading all the latest features in the speeder.

Leia watched as towers, apartments, and other buildings zoomed by.

“What’s in your head princess?” Anakin looked back at her, before setting his attention back to the oncoming traffic.

“I was wondering, after I become a Jedi Knight, I should maybe start in politics, like Mom.”

Anakin chuckled softly, “I think that’s wonderful, you should tell your Mother about it.”

~~~~~~~

The 500 Republica came into view. Anakin smiled, thinking of his wife.

Landing the speeder with such speed and smoothness on the veranda, Luke complimented his dad over and over again, with Anakin promising his son that they can go flying over the weekend.

“Dad, Dad!”

“Papa’s home with Luke and Leia!”

Several footsteps could be heard stomping down the stairs as the trio exited the speeder.

“Woah, is that a new speeder!?” a fourteen year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes asked. Luke had a confused look on his face.

“What do you mean, Jinn? Dad, did you just buy this?”

Anakin grinned gleefully, “that’s right, I bought it months ago but I recently just finished the modifications and decided to surprise you guys.”

He noticed his youngest daughter’s blue eyes glowed with excitement, Shiraya was told she acted like her father when it came to droids and ships.

Leia rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands on her hips as she watched the rest of her siblings fawn over the speeder. An arm was suddenly slung over her shoulder with slight force, she let out an ‘oof’ in surprise.

“I think this one needs her screws tightened, Angel, the rest of my kids love speeders, yet this one malfunctioned,” Anakin remarked in mock seriousness, Leia raised her head to see her dad giving her a mischievous smirk. Padme, along with 3P0 and R2, walked closer to the father-daughter duo and giggled melodically.

3P0 overheard and exclaimed, “Master Ani, I highly doubt organic beings, such as Mistress Leia, possess the ability to hold screws, much less malfunction.” R2 gave a series of beeps then rolled away to the speeder. “How rude, R2, I will have you know I studied humans for as long as I can remember, after all I–” 3P0 followed his companion giving him another lecture. Anakin sighed exasperatedly. Padme shook her head.

“Ani, may I remind you, they’re my kids as well? I would like to have one normal kid who doesn’t blow up junk everytime I look in their direction,” she crossed her arms, sending her husband an unimpressed stare.

“We do not blow junk up!” The Skywalker-machine-loving members protested. Mother and daughter looked at each other before doubling over in fits of laughter. Anakin and the children sent Leia and Padme identical pouts.

“Leia, it seems like you’re the only one who actually took after me,” Padme teased. Jinn ran over to his mother and gave her a hug.

“What about me? I look like you!” He tried reasoning with her. She had a thoughtful look on her face, pretending to think about it. Jinn looked at her and was scandalized at the notion.

“Mommm.” Padme laughed and kissed her look-like on the cheek.

“Of course, Jinn, I never doubted it for a second.” Feeling victorious, he ran back to his siblings and chatted about new turbo thrusters their dad could install with Luke.

Anakin crossed his arms with a small smile on his face, “I swear, he’s another mama’s boy.”

“Oh no, Ani, he’s all you, you should hear him talk about lightsaber battles when you’re at the Temple,” Padme said, “He acts like you a little more each day.”

Leia nodded, silently agreeing with her. “Oh, Mom, is it okay if you can pick Luke and I up from school next week?”

Her parents gave her a confused look, “Sure, I can rearrange my schedule, but I thought you were happy when your dad came over.”

“I am, I was happy, but the thing is…”

“Our friends, especially Leia’s, were fawning over Dad, the teachers were even caught in a whirlwind over his looks,” Luke added when he came over to hug his mom. Anakin coughed and blushed as Padme turned her gaze to him.

“Is that so? Did any of them flirt with him? Or vice versa?”

Anakin gaped, “Angel, you hurt me, how could you ever think of a thing like that?”

Padme ignored him and encouraged her eldest twins to finish explaining. Anakin groaned in the background.

“We don’t want to feel such revolting emotions–” Leia started

“–coming from our classmates and teachers.” Finished Luke.

Anakin snorted, “Tough luck, kids, your mom is the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, they will probably find her just a little bit more enticing than I am.”

“Don’t listen to him, I won’t attract attention to myself, unlike your father, of course I will come.”

Luke and Leia grinned and high-fived each other. Anakin rolled his eyes and glared non-threateningly at Padme, “I feel so loved, Angel.”

Padme laughed and kissed her husband’s pouty lips, “I only want you to myself, my love.”

“You have me, but maybe I should go, in case some teachers get the wrong idea,” Anakin smirked in a way that Padme felt Nubian butterflies in her stomach.

“Sorry, Ani, I’m afraid you’ll have to stay home on this mission, and watch the rest of your kids.” He shook his head, leaning down to capture her lips once more.

“Mhm, sounds like fun.”

Mimi’s blonde hair bounced as she skipped past her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m hungry, can we go to Dex’s Diner?”

“Ooh, yea, can we?” Jayden’s brown eyes lit up, already thinking of the yummy Zeltros sliders. The elder Skywalkers looked at each other with amusement dancing in their eyes.

“Why not.”

~~~~~~~

“Hurry up, Leia, you still need to eat breakfast,” Luke called out, buckling his boots on, while simultaneously drinking blue milk.

“Luke, put your stinky feet down,” cried Mimi.

Leia pulled her braided hair into a ponytail and buckled on her belt. Dashing from her room, she slid into the kitchen where her five siblings were eating breakfast. Grabbing a stack of pannacakes, and pouring herself a cup of blue milk, she sat next to Shiraya who was levitating a small Nubian star fruit.

“Shira, please eat, you need to be at the Temple soon,” Padme instructed, walking by the table plucking the star fruit from the air, popping it into her mouth.

“Yes, mama,” the fourteen year old sighed. Her blue eyes danced around the room, mischievousness sparkled to life, already planning on the fun pranks she would pull at the Temple. Giggling to herself, she poured sticky honey sauce on her pannacakes, and shoved them in her mouth.

A bus horn was heard outside and the eldest twins grabbed their bags running out on the veranda.

“Bye guys!” The two yelled out.

Anakin stretched and frowned, noticing that Leia forgot her comm.

“Leia! Catch!”

Said girl turned in time to use the Force to catch her comm that was thrown to her. “Thanks, Dad!”

Finding themselves a seat, many students were in awe, seeing the Chosen One use the Force in front of their very eyes.

“Hands down, Luke,” Derran said, “your dad is the coolest.”

~~~~~~~

“Will Master Skywalker be picking you up today?” Hali asked with a slight grin.

“Not today,” Leia shook her head.

“Pity, Anakin Skywalker is one of the finest creatures my eyes have ever seen,” We’lin commented as she strode by, not stopping for the group to retort.

“For once, I can agree with her,” Jora remarked. The female Skywalker shuddered.

“Let’s just go.”

Luke was hanging out with his friends at the front of the landing docks, eating snacks.

“–I swear, Killian Urden is the best character to play, hands down,” a human-twi’lek hybrid said.

“Orman’s right, he’s the best character that has been released,” Derran agreed.

A male togruta, Fel-qin, objected, “Please, Carlip Brush is the best.” The other boys groaned.

“He’s the worst! Luke, who do you like?” Orman turned his attention to the blonde boy. Luke chewed thoughtfully.

“While Carlip has the best combos, I have to agree with Derran and Orman, Killian’s swordplay can easily beat Carlip’s gun combos.”

Fel-qin looked betrayed, “How could you say that! Luke, you’re my best mate!” The male Skywalker shrugged and laughed as the togruta tried stealing his granos chips.

A stylish looking Nubian speed craft pulled into view, parking in front of the school.

Derran, Orman, and Fel-qin’s eyes practically bugged out of their heads. Seeing a LV-80 speeder was shocking enough, but witnessing a Nubian aircraft was just as rare.

“Holy, look at that speeder…she’s a beauty,” Fel-qin whispered, the other boys nodding.

A man dressed in the Naboo Royal Security uniform, stepped out, opening the back door. A woman dressed in purple and silver stepped out. Fixing wayward strands of hair, she scanned the premises until her eyes spotted one half of the target.

“Luke!”

A crowd had already gathered when the aircraft arrived, their attention soon turned to the boy whose name was called out.

“Hi, Mom,” Luke waved and smiled. He turned his head to see his friends’ mouths open wide.

“That-that’s your mom!?”

“She’s so hot, Holy Sith…”

“Luke…you’ve been holding out on us.”

“If only I was older and a Jedi, hell, if only I knew your mom, I would’ve banged her,” Derran muttered. He winced when a slap was directed toward his head and later three swift punches were delivered.

Luke groaned and fumed silently, “guys…that’s my mother you’re talking about, stop looking at her like she’s meat,” he glared. His friends looked away abashedly for a hot second before their eyes were drawn towards the pretty Naboo senator again.

“See you guys…” he waved uncaringly.

“H-Hey, Luke, wait-!”

Luke made his way over to his mother, giving her a kiss on the cheek. The woman smiled, ruffling her eldest son’s hair.

“How was school?”

“It was okay, we passed on the Battle of Naboo,” he smirked, nearly identical to his father’s. Padme laughed, making the male students and teachers’ heart beat with such vigor, they knew they would do anything for her.

“That’s my son, you knew that story the minute you were born,” she gave him such a proud look, Luke felt his heart burst with love for his mom. “Where’s your sister?” Padme looked over his shoulder for any sign of the brunette teen.

He shrugged, “not sure, she’ll be out in a minute though, I can feel her Force presence coming closer.” the senator nodded and happily chatted with her son.

“What’s with the crowd?” Hali asked. Leia felt a feeling manifest in her stomach.

“Oh no.”

Making their way towards the front, what seems to be a woman, identical looking to Leia, and Luke were chatting in front of a Nubian aircraft.

“For someone nearing their fifties, she sure hasn’t aged…”

“No wonder Master Skywalker married her–”

“–I wonder if I could ever shoot my shot with–”

“Oh shut up, Bron, she married the Chosen One–”

“I’m jealous.”

“She doesn’t deserve Anakin Skywalker–”

“No wonder the Skywalker twins are so good-looking, with parents like that–!”

Gia shifted towards Leia, “I’m kinda jealous, your mom is so beautiful.”

The brunette nodded, “she is, Dad calls her his light in the galaxy.” She would never dare say the sacred nickname her father calls her mother, only family members know it and she would like to keep it that way.

Jora, Gia, and Hali sighed in wistfulness.

“So romantic.”

“Man, your dad is the Chosen One, a Jedi Master, an excellent pilot and is hot, your mom was a queen, she’s a senator, she’s super nice, and extremely beautiful, you guys are so lucky! You look so much like them, I’m jealous,” a human female student exclaimed, she turned to her boyfriend who raised his eyebrows at her.

Leia gaped, groaning out,“I gotta go, Luke is calling my name.”

Jora looked confused.

“How–” started Hali.

Leia tapped her temple, “Force powers remember?”

She turned around, not bothering to see them make the connection.

“Hi, Mom, hi, Lukie.”

Padme smiled brightly and hugged her daughter, “I should find the time to do this again, I’ve missed you all terribly.”

Leia giggled.

Padme, slightly shocked at the sight of the large crowd, she waved and gave them a demure smile.

She led her twins to the speeder where Captain Typho bowed and shut the door after they got situated.

~~~~~~~

The eldest set of the Skywalker twins sat in Luke’s room, discussing plans.

“It’s impossible, how can they find both Dad and Mom hot?” Luke groaned and plopped himself on his bed.

“Unfortunately, Dad was right, that smug look of his when we came home too,” Leia crushed silently. Her face was scrunched as she started to think.

“You look like Mom, you know that, Lei?”

She broke her concentration and smiled bashfully, “thanks, Lukie, hopefully I can be just as great as her one day.”

“You will, don’t worry.” Luke grinned, picking up a comic from the floor.

“Anyway, I still don’t have an idea…” Leia huffed out.

Luke snapped his fingers and exclaimed, “ah-ha!”

Startled, Leia looked at him, “well? What is it?”

“Uncle Obi-wan, no one will think the old man is hot!” A grin broke out on Leia’s face.

“You’re a genius! That’s perfect, we’ll be at the temple tomorrow and we can ask him then.”

Identical smirks and heads nodding in unison was the only thing that worried Padme when she walked by her eldest son’s room.

“Oh dear, let’s hope nothing bad will happen.”

~~~~~~~

At the Temple, Anakin was strolling along the hallways with Obi-wan, chatting leisurely.

“Master…what’s with everyone’s robes today? All the male species are wearing…pink,” he drawled out. Obi-wan sighed, stroking his beard.

“I have a hunch they aren’t following a fashion trend,” he said, looking pointedly at his former padawan.

A human female Jedi Knight walked by, her hair color different shades of yellow and green. She grumbled incoherently and gave a small bow to the two Jedi Masters, but she gave Master Skywalker a small glare and returned to her destination.

Anakin sputtered, “what was that about? I didn’t even color her hair!”

“Always two there are, a master and an apprentice, follow the rules, you do not, young Skywalker,” Yoda suddenly appeared, dressed in pink robes, his hair had blue and pink glitter. His glimmer stick softly hitting the ground as he walked by with Mace Windu dressed in the same pink robes, drinking tea.

“When has Master Skywalker ever followed the rules, Master Yoda?” Mace nodded at the duo and followed Yoda into another hallway.

“I’m nearing my forties, I’m a Jedi Master, and I have kids who take the title young Skywalker, and he still insists on calling me that!” Anakin slumped against the wall, running his hands through his hair.

His former master chuckled, “you are the youngest member on the council, even now, and besides, he is approaching his 900th birthday.”

Anakin snorted, “Right, Obi-wan, of course. Do you know who dyed the robes?”

Obi-wan glared at Anakin, “your offspring did this, why do you think Master Yoda said what he said?”

“Yeah, but what’s with the Rule of Two though?”

“You taught all six of your kids to terrorize the Jedi Temple,” he deadpanned, “we probably should’ve stopped you reproducing after Luke and Leia were born, now we don’t even know who has pranked us this time.”

Giggles floated down the hallway, the duo turned their heads to see Shiraya running away from a mob of Jedi Knights and Padawans. Voices were clashing and mixing together that not a thing could be heard, but they knew this time, Shiraya started the prank.

“One at a time, my fellow Jedi! I still have to continue my prank!” Shouts of objection rose louder, causing her to laugh. Shiraya jumped on a ledge, causing everyone to stop and stare. She turned around, noticing her father and uncle, giving everyone a semi-salute mimicking her dad, she fell backwards. The Jedi clamored to the ledge, but to their surprise, they couldn’t find her.

“Wh-where–”

“She needs no DNA test to prove she’s Master Skywalker’s offspring.”

“This Temple will be terrorized by the Skywalkers, just you wait.”

Obi-wan raised his eyebrow at Anakin who looked proud. The crowd dispersed, leaving the two alone once again.

“That’s my daughter, I can only compliment and approve of her action,” Anakin nodded, Obi-wan groaned.

“Uncle Obi!”

Said man turned to see his padawan with his sister.

“Hello there,”

“General Kenobi,” the twins bowed. Anakin snickered silently behind Obi-wan who had an exasperated look on his face.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The twins nodded, Leia speaking first, “can you pick us up from school four days from now? Please.” Luke smiled brightly in agreement.

The auburn man gave Anakin an incredulous look to which he received a shrug in return.

“I would be happy to, but what brought this on?”

The twins shared a look, “we would like for you to pick us up, cause you’re family,Uncle Obi-wan,” they gave a very convincing smile causing Obi-wan to nod his head.

“Very well, if that’s alright with you of course, Anakin ?”

“Take the Troublemakers, you need more excitement, Master.”

“Anakin, you’ve given me more than enough gray hairs, I don’t need anymore from your offspring–”

Leia and Luke quietly drifted away from the famous Skywalker-Kenobi banter.

“Mission accomplished, sis,” Luke high-fived his sister.

“Finally, it’ll be impossible for anyone to find Uncle Obi hot,” Leia remarked.

Luke let out a laugh, “exactly, it’s impossible.”

~~~~~~~

“...I can’t wait to go on that mission to Hoth! It’ll be so cool,” Luke grabbed his books, shoving them into his bag.

“Literally,” Leia sipped on her Fresca Jamora smoothie, noticing her brother staring at her.

“Haha, funny.”

She gave him a grin, walking with him to the exit. Avoiding students can be a hassle, luckily for her, she was quite nimble on her feet.

“I overheard the masters talking about our Knighthood ascension, we might get knighted at eighteen like Dad.”

Luke’s face lit up, “haha yes! Finally, Jedi Knight here I come.”

“I’m going to start working on my speech towards my campaign for the Queen of Naboo. I believe I might win enough votes, but I can’t rely on my parents' fame to do it.”

“I know nothing about politics, but if you need help, just call my name.”

A look of gratitude made its way onto Leia’s face, the two embraced until Luke pinched her causing the girl to punch him.

“Nerfherder.”

“Laserbrain.”

“No good troublemaker.”

“Goody-two shoes.”

They chuckled and continued to walk out of the school where a large crowd formed.

“Oh kriffing hells,” they cursed in unison.

“First Master Skywalker, then Senator Skywalker, and now Master Kenobi!? This school will become extremely popular,” the principal exclaimed happily.

“I love his beard!”

“Can’t believe he snagged the Duchess of Mandalore–”

“I can’t believe the Duchess snagged him.”

“He’s so much hotter than his holopictures!” One girl could not contain her excitement.

“Masters Skywalker and Kenobi are the two hottest Jedi I’ve ever seen–”

“I can gladly die happily now.”

Many girls were in awe, they’ve witnessed two very good looking Jedi Masters these past few weeks. Meanwhile, the boys were chatting off making small bets about who would win.

“Anakin Skywalker no doubt.”

“–Obi-wan trained him though, surely that must mean he’s powerful enough in the force!”

“Master Skywalker is the literal Chosen One–”

“–I believe it’s Obi-wan–”

The man who caused the disturbances coughed lightly, and scanned quickly for his nephew and niece.

This must be why the twins asked me to come pick them up, Obi-wan thought wryly, no doubt they experienced this scenario with their parents.

Holocameras were flashing quickly, girls swooned, and boys gawked. Though, there was no reaction quite priceless like the ones the Skywalker twins were sporting in this exact moment.

Impossible!

I thought for sure it would work…

Luke and Leia shared twin looks of defeat, they simultaneously put their heads in their hands. Chests were heaving as they couldn’t help but feel embarrassment and awkwardness as the school population were continuing their admiration.

“Let’s go, Luke.”

Making their way to their uncle, despite the strong feeling they felt, they couldn’t hide the happiness seeing their father’s closest friend here at their school.

“Hello young ones, I see there is a crowd that seems to be growing by the minute,” Obi-wan acknowledged the two. He bowed to the crowd and settled himself in the driver’s seat.

Wincing, the blonde and brunette gave him sympathetic glances as they strapped themselves in their seats.

“We thought because you were old, we hoped to repel the crowd and stop their admiration,” Leia explained.

“Clearly that didn’t work, seems like Dad lied about you being extremely old, Master,” Luke tsked, already planning on scolding his father for telling them such a lie when the general public thought otherwise.

Obi-wan sighed under his breath, “Skywalkers and their insults…”

They chatted contently as the elder Kenobi carefully, much to the teens’ disappointment, drove the speeder to their home.

~~~~~~~

Feeling quite refreshed, Leia left her damp hair to dry before she styled it. Walking to the veranda, the first thing she noticed were her aunts Satine and Ahsoka and her Uncle Lux.

When did Aunt Satine and Uncle Lux arrive? She wondered.

Ahsoka looked up and smiled at Padme’s nearly identical replica.

“Lei-Lei, how are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, your mother tells me that you’re planning to get into politics.”

Satine demurely sipped on her tea, “I would gladly help you, should you want my advice, though I believe you hardly need it, considering your mother is already an excellent politician.”

Padme smiled slightly under the praise and waved her eldest daughter to the couch, “come sit with me.”

Leia slowly made her way over there, watching her siblings getting into a friendly physical sparring match. Ahsoka and Lux’s children were also there laughing with Jayden and Mimi.

Jinn was sitting on Padme’s left side, causing her to sit on her mother’s right.

“I was unaware you had arrived,” Leia commented to Satine and Lux.

“I arrived a few days ago,” Satine remarked, smiling softly at the young girl, as if she knew a secret.

Lux answered as well, chuckling quietly, “I came to Coruscant last night, when your aunt Soka invited me here.”

Nodding in understanding, the three adults including Leia engaged in a simple conversation about politics, Jinn tried to keep up as best as he could, but in the end he turned in favor of following his father out the veranda to help him bring in training sabers.

Leia entered the kitchen with Luke where they met Ashoka.

“What’s got your head in the clouds?”

Luke groaned, “These past two weeks–”

“–three weeks, actually,” Leia interrupted, biting a shurra fruit.

“–what she said, everyone at our school found Dad, Mom, and Uncle Obi-wan to be extremely attractive,” he finished off with a look of disgust, to which Ahoska just laughed out loud.

“Oh, really? Well, that’s not surprising, during the Clone Wars, they were on the HoloNet almost everyday, they were the reason why our galaxy is at peace,” she shrugged pushing away a bowl of Nubian star fruits away from her, since they were only tasteful to the people who had Naboo blood running through their veins.

“But they should be more considerate, like, we don’t want to hear everyone constantly talking about how attractive they are,” Leia whined like a young girl, “someone even said how Uncle Obi-wan’s beard was…hot,” at that word, the twins shuddered. The three exited the kitchen and reentered the veranda.

Luke and Leia slumped in defeat, waving off their father’s concern. Claiming the problem to be out of anyone’s reach unless they knew how to make themselves less attractive, as to which Lux blinked in confusion with his wife promising him that she will explain later.

Satine laughed softly with her husband, patting his hand affectionately.

“Never lose the beard, my darling Obi, never lose it,”

Obi-wan just shook his head, he kissed her cheek and resumed his conversation with his former padawan who gagged along with his spawns he calls offspring. Padme pinched Anakin who rubbed his arm giving her a mock glare.

The two kissed lost in their own passion for a brief moment.

Luke and Leia shook their heads.

No matter what anyone in the galaxy says.

In fact. they refuse to believe it.

After all, who would believe that the Skywalker and Kenobi clans could ever be considered attractive?

Anakin Skywalker, Padme Skywalker, and Obi-wan Kenobi were not hot.

Jayden and Jinn talked with Ahsoka’s son, Corellan, and Obi-wan’s youngest son, Thelis.

Mimi talked with Ahoska’s middle child, Kerria.

Luke and Leia talked with Obi-wan’s eldest son, Zander.

The adults conversed with each other.

All the while, a brunette girl, an auburn haired girl, and a female togruta, decided that today they would become the bestest of friends. Each girl clasped on a necklace that had a single four pointed crystal star.

They would become a trio that the galaxy feared and respected. Just like the galaxy feared their parents during the Clone Wars.

Shiraya Skywalker.

Saachi Kenobi.

Scarlett Bonteri.

These names would then become known as the Azul Trio.

They would be known as some of the most powerful Jedi in history.

After all, how could they not be when their parents are Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Ahsoka Tano?

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 17: Stolen Kisses, Pretty Lies

Chapter warning: attempted sexual assault, explicit smut, alien sex, profanity, death threats Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a.

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After her night of performing for Cid’s patrons, Shiani had become a little bit of a star around the Parlor. Locals recognized her, and she was quite well liked. Too much, Tech thought after a third night in a row of her being offered drinks by the crowd of barflies. She always turned them down or offered them to the guys, and Cid had started just taking the guys money and giving her half for sitting at the bar drawing them in. Shiani had an assigned stool now, right by Cid listening to the trandoshan tell her stories about her old hustles, and was quite pleasant for being constantly annoyed by the customers flirting and her general distrust of Cid.

"You're staring a hole in her." Hunter flicked a straw wrapper at Tech as the rest of the Batch sat in their back booth, keeping a lookout for her and having nowhere else to really be anyway. It was getting late, and the sergeant was considering packing it in for the night. Omega was starting to doze off.

"I am only keeping watch for her safety." Tech muttered. "I have no reason to trust anyone in this bar with her well-being."

A particularly stubborn zebrak that had been flirting with Shiani was back, offering her a drink once again. Tech saw her shake her head politely and try to get back into conversation with Cid.

"He's stubborn, I'll give him that." Hunter smirked, Omega tucking herself under his arm as she started to get tired. "What do you think, kid? Think he's gonna ask Shiani out?"

"He did yesterday." She mumbled. "She said no."

"That persistence is concerning." Tech frowned.

"Not everyone takes rejection as well as Shiani." Echo shrugged.

Tech groaned. "Is this going to be a constant topic of discussion? My reasoning was sound. I cannot fail what I do not attempt.”

Omega yawned into Hunter's ribs and looked up innocently. "But Tech, you already tell her you love her sometimes. So what’s the deal?"

“I do?” He blinked at his sister curiously.

Omega nodded, holding her hands up and making three squishing gestures. “Three squishes. It’s code for I love you. I saw you do it before.”

Tech blinked. "... is that something she told you?" Shiani had been giving him “squishes” since the war started. Had she loved him that long?! If so, they were well past the theoretical time in which resentment should have built by now. If anything, he was doing better than he had been on Kamino. At least now he could see her daily…

"Kinda." The little girl smiled. "Back when we were getting Ruby."

Echo smirked slightly. “Oh, so about the time I heard you calling her cyar’ika. I told her what that means, by the way.”

Tech looked around at his brothers, who were all smirking. “This has been going on longer than I realized. I… may not have considered all the variables." He finally said faintly. "I need to talk to her."

Hunter nodded, getting out of the booth and picking Omega up. "And you need to go to bed. After you brush your teeth. I don't know what you and Wrecker were eating this afternoon, but I still smell sugar all over you."

She giggled as he took her back to the ship. Echo smiled after them. "He's turning into a dad."

"It's funny." Wrecker agreed. "But, uh… Shiani just walked out. So you might want to get on that quickly. She’s popular now, what if she goes out with someone else?" He and Echo vanished, leaving the genius with his many thoughts. He got up and headed to her usual, now empty seat. Cid was washing glasses behind the bar, so he tapped the counter to get her attention. "Where is Shiani?"

"Said she was going to the fresher. She was in a hurry, so I figured I'd watch her stuff." Cid shrugged. “She brings in a lot of customers, and a lot of credits.”

Tech scanned the area, realizing that the bothersome zebrak was also missing. "I see." His stomach was churning. Had she given in and agreed to give this guy a try, or was he following her?

The freshers were around back, so he pocketed her datapad and headed that way. Just as he reached the back hall, he heard the siren's voice. "Please just leave me alone. I told you, I’m not interested."

"C'mon, baby. I'll show you a good time."

"I’m not your baby. Please go away." She sounded upset, and Tech peeked around the corner.

Shiani was hemmed up against the wall, squirming away from the whisky-breath of the much taller male. He was catching her face between his fingers, too rough with her, as she tried to wiggle away. Tech knew she could have physically gotten loose, but he also knew Shiani. She didn't know if it was appropriate to defend herself, out of her depth in the surface world. She worried about overstepping, or embarrassing herself in this strange new world and froze whenever she was unsure or uncomfortable. When he got a good look, her eyes were huge and darting left and right.

She was scared.

"Let me go now please." She squeaked, trying to pull her face loose from his grip. “My friends won’t like you bothering me.”

“They didn’t notice you walked out. Must not be good friends.” He smirked. “I’ll bring you back to them in the morning.”

“Let me go!” She pushed her hands up, trying to shove him back with her hands. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall behind her. She opened her mouth to scream, but he yanked her head up and slammed his mouth onto hers.

He tasted of ash from stale cigarras and the bitter tang of alcohol. She instantly hated it, knocking her head against the wall to get away. This was not the kind of kiss she'd read about or wanted. It didn't feel special or make her happy like Echo and Wrecker said it would. It just made her feel sick, because he wasn't the right person. He wasn't Tech. It was supposed to be Tech or nobody.

Her tentacles slammed into his stomach when she finally fought back with her strength, hard enough he hit the opposite wall, and she scrubbed at her mouth with her hand. "Not supposed to be you!" She yelled, blue rings popping up and her fangs bared. "You’re not-"

"Shiani!"

"-Tech…" Her fury died in her throat and she turned a flushed blue when she heard the clone’s voice.

He had his blaster out, an absolutely lethal look on his face and one hand held towards her. "Shiani, come here. You, do not move." Tech didn’t even remember when he drew the blaster, but he wasn’t about to forget the horrified look on Shiani’s face when the creep put his hands on her. Or the sick, jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach when he’d seen the zebrak’s lips touch hers. The siren darted to his side immediately, and he moved her behind him. "I’m sorry, Tech. I didn’t-"

"You did nothing wrong." He cut her off before addressing the definitely drunk zebrak. "While I have no doubt that she could have killed you and been within her rights to do so, she did not. So let me make myself abundantly clear. You will leave. You will not return to a Cid's Parlor. And if you see Shiani ever again, you will not address her or touch her. If you do so, I will shoot you on sight. And I am a very precise shot. Are we clear?"

The man nodded, hands up. “You can fucking have her. She’s cuter with her mouth shut, though.”

Tech took a step back, pulling Shiani even with him. "Go, before I change my mind about shooting you."

The zebrak raced past them and out. Once he was gone, Tech holstered his weapon and looked at Shiani. His expression softened, and the hand that had been firmly on her shoulder moved to her cheek. "Are you hurt?"

"No… I’m okay." She whispered. "S-sorry. Shouldn't have left the bar… just trying to get away without making him mad…" Her eyes started to water and her hands came up over her mouth.

Tech wiped her tears with his thumb. "Shh. You are safe." He assured her in an impossibly gentle voice. "Do you want to go back to the bar, or to the ship?"

"Ship, please…" She whispered. She could hide her humiliation in her room at the tailgun.

He nodded, keeping a hand on the small of her back as he guided her to the Marauder. The bunkroom door was shut, and Omega was not in her room. Hunter must have let her crash with him, anticipating a need for a private conversation between Tech and the siren.

She sat down on her cushions and scrubbed at her eyes unhappily. Tech sat beside her, trying to figure out if what he wanted to say was going to make her more upset.

"Sorry." She finally mumbled again. "I know you don’t like it when I cry…"

"It is an emotional outlet. You do not need to worry about my comfort." He sighed.

"Can't help it. I always worry about what you think. And you saw… that." She hung her head. “I feel disgusting… I didn’t want him to touch me, but I didn’t want to get in a fight…”

"I should have noticed you were gone from the bar more quickly. This was not your fault."

"But it's gone Tech!" A fresh wave of tears started and she couldn't get them to stop.

He blinked. "... What is gone?"

"First kiss. All the stories say it’s special. It’s supposed to matter, and you remember it forever. I just want to forget, though." She hung her head. "He tasted like smoke and liquor…"

Tech paused. "Is that what you were saying, when I intervened?"

"Yes." She wrapped her tentacles in loops around herself, not looking at him. "It wasn’t supposed to be him. Supposed to be… no, nevermind.."

"I would like to hear it." Tech urged. He knew what she was going to say. He should have known it years ago, but he’d been to preoccupied with trying to maintain what they had that he’d forgotten things could be improved.

"It was supposed to be you." She whispered. "Or nobody at all."

Tech sat with that for a moment. "May I propose a solution?"

"How can you fix this?" She gestured vaguely, finally turning her head to him.

"While I cannot undo what has already occurred, I was initially looking for you to discuss our previous conversation on the topic. I… may have acted without all available data." He pushed his goggles up his nose. “It was brought to my attention that you have been using a secret code to indicate your feelings for far longer than I realized. Which means if you were going to come to resent me, you would have done so by now.”

She sat stock-still, hanging on his every word once again, like when they'd been alone on Kamino. "Omega told you?"

"She did. Apparently I have been answering without realizing it for a while now." He smiled a little, slipping his hand down her arm to catch her hand and give it the three squeezes he was accustomed to. It was the first time he’d responded knowing what it meant to her, but he meant it. "While I cannot give you back a first kiss, I would be delighted to make up for it in numbers."

She swallowed hard and nodded. "Please?"

"Come here." He shifted so he was facing her and patted his thigh, encouraging her to slide into his lap.

“This is a different kind of touching.” She said cautiously. “You don’t like things changing.”

"In this scenario, and with you… I do not mind. In fact, I am looking forward to it."

She hesitantly let herself slip into his lap, her thighs over his and knees folded on either side of his hips. The plastoid of his armor was cool and hard, but she didn't mind when his arms settled around her waist and pulled them chest to chest. He lightly tipped her chin up, careful with her where the last touch had been harsh. "You have pretty eyes." She said softly, honest and smiling shyly. "I’ve always thought so."

"My actual eyes, or my glasses?" He chuckled, letting his gloved fingers stroke her cheek.

"Yes."

He leaned in, pressing gentle lips against hers. It was sweet, almost feather light, and when he pulled back she found herself chasing his lips with her own. Tech laughed again. "I take it that you like this?"

"Yes." Shiani breathed. "Kiss me again?"

"Of course." This time when their lips met, he cupped the back of her neck and pressed a bit harder. She squeaked into it and his tongue slipped into her mouth, careful of her fangs, and coaxed her to reciprocate. It only took a little encouragement to turn heated, both of them having tried to ignore the desire for far too long.

When Tech broke for air, his goggles had fogged up. "Shiani… If you wish to continue this, I have a confession."

She smiled dreamily, licking her lips like she was trying to coax him back to her. "Mm?"

"There is very little data on your species… I am not entirely certain of biological compatibility or if you even… what I mean is, I am not sure how this is supposed to work or…ah, if sirens…"

She giggled. “Have sex?"

"Yes." He flushed. "While there is clearly some way your people procreate, I was unable to find anything to indicate how or if it was done for other purposes…"

Shiani nodded. “We make love just for love, not just babies.” Her head moved to his shoulder, tucking her face into the crook of his neck and nuzzling against the collar of his blacks. “In this form, it’s not too different from humans.”

Tech raised an eyebrow. “I was unaware you were familiar with human intimacy.”

She giggled again. “Your brothers told me what kisses were, so I looked them up. They lead to other things sometimes.”

He almost laughed along with her, and the sheer ridiculousness of realizing she’d probably be looking at porn like an anthropologist trying to understand humans. “Are those ‘other things’ something you’d be interested in?”

Shiani nodded, peeking up at the curve of his jaw from her spot on his shoulder. “You weren’t the only one who wanted it. I just didn’t have anyone to tell.”

Tech tipped her chin back up and kissed her once more, shifting to lay her down in the middle of the bedding. “Do not hesitate to tell me if you are at any point uncomfortable.” He murmured against her mouth before sitting up to remove his armor with his usual military precision. She watched him, not quite sure where to put her hands and suction cups, until he’d stripped to his blacks and was climbing back next to her. He leaned back against the gunner's seat and once again patted his thigh.

This time she was eagerly climbing into his arms, letting him arrange her so she was straddling him. His hands lighted on her hips, moving her exactly where he wanted her. When he found the right angle, he guided her pelvis to grind against him.

Shiani held tight to his shoulders and buried her face in his neck as she gasped, heat pooling in her core with every pass. The friction of their clothes, his strong arms holding her, and the faint groan right next to her ear was sinful. She'd wanted him for so long… her Tech was finally holding her like she'd dreamed about.

Tech was delighted with her demanding, needy sounds. He knew where on a human body he could stimulate, but with Shiani it was all an experiment. And he loved experimentation… he turned his head to carefully trace his tongue down the delicate fin that formed her ear, then blew a stream of cool air over the moisture.

She shuddered, hands squeezing his shoulders hard. "T-tech…"

"Your ears are quite sensitive." He purred, voice low and borderline smoldering. "I wonder where else I could touch that would get those pretty sounds out of you. The legends were correct, sirens have such enchanting voices."

Shiani fumbled a tentacle down his arm, bringing his hand to her chest and pressing it into her skin. "H-here…" She whispered.

Tech nodded, slipping his hand underneath her shirt to palm her breasts. He was surprised how full they were, for her size and need to be streamlined in the water. But they fit nicely in his hand, and when he squeezed she gave him a breathy whine of his name. "May I remove this?" He released her hip to tug at her shirt. She nodded breathlessly. "Arms up, my lovely girl."

She raised her arms and Tech pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before he skimmed his hands up her sides. Her belly and chest were a lighter purple color, and the delicate buds were nearly ultraviolet. Tech's lips latched onto her immediately, catching her before she could topple backwards when she arched into his mouth.

He lavished his attention on her chest, teasing the stiffened peaks. Her skin was so soft, delicate under his tongue. "To think, I could have had you long ago. You would have been mine right there in your little cave on Kamino, wouldn't you?"

"All you ever had to do was ask…" She gasped when his leg flexed under her, grinding into her core again and adding another level of need to the blooming lava under her skin. Siren females usually took the lead in situations like this, but she liked the way Tech handled her. Then again, sirens didn’t use their mouths like this either. Her people might have been more deprived than she’d realized.

She sang such a pretty tune for him that he couldn't resist drawing out more. Pulling her down again, his free hand slipped into her leggings and began exploring her. He found she'd been correct that she wasn’t too different anatomically from a human, at least based on what he could feel. Her insides were another story, but this was something Tech knew how to work with, and he deftly teased the bundle of nerves between her legs. She was slick and desperate, now grinding of her own accord on his hand. "Good girl." Tech crooned, tongue following the dip of her collarbone. "Keep moving, just like that."

When Shiani shifted again, he twisted his wrist and slipped two fingers into her. She clenched tight around him, voice pitching upwards and teeth clamping together. Her pretty cries turned into a humming, as he began meeting her rocking hips with his own movements. She was a spectacular instrument in his hands, soaking through her pants and his own where she was in his lap.

"Go on, mesh'la. Let go and come for me." He urged, curling his fingertips against something wicked inside her. "It's vital that you are relaxed before I give you anything more." His thumb moved in quick circles on her apex, drawing her to the edge of her resistance almost lazily. "Very good, my dear. Oh, you look so pretty like this. Go on and come."

Shiani caught hold of either side of his face, pressing her forehead against his and letting out a haunting note as she broke open on his fingers. The sound plunged into his chest with the force of an ion cannon, carrying a million sensations. Warmth flooded his extremities, his heart did a triple-time uptick, and his churning mind went silent to only one thought that remained.

Utter devotion. In your presence, to the point of distraction. In your absence, to the point of pain.

She went limp in his arms, head falling off of his to rest on his chest. She was breathing hard, gills fluttering on her sides. When Tech eased a free hand down her spine, she shuddered at the feather light touch.

"Are you alright, Shiani?" He whispered, dazed himself.

"Y-yes…" She panted, nuzzling against his throat.

"What was that? That… note, when you put your face to mine?" He blinked the cobwebs from his mind.

"Siren kiss." She giggled. "Closest thing we have, anyway. It shares everything we feel… you understand now."

"Indeed I do." He kissed her temple. "Catch your breath."

She nodded, already perking back up at the kiss. “I like the way humans do this. Hands and mouths.”

Tech chuckled, sitting up as she pulled his shirt over his head. “I take it that is not a part of siren coupling?”

“No. Just singing and straight to sex. It’s still supposed to feel good, but I like this. I like feeling like I can worship.” She cooed, her hands moving immediately down his chest. He was flecked with scars, but lean and strong under her palms. The sharp nails he'd seen rip into enemies moved so delicately now across his skin, tracing his abdominal muscles and drumming playfully over the cradle of his hipbones. She seemed to consider something as she openly admired him, before pressing her lips to the center of his chest. "You’re beautiful." She whispered, slithering backwards from his grasp to move her reverent kisses downward.

He adjusted his goggles again as she met the waistband of his pants. He was rock hard by now, straining against the fabric his pretty siren helpfully relieved him of. He started to raise his hips to assist, but a pair of tentacles around his waist just picked him up a few inches so she could pull them off. "So are you." He blinked as she set him down, reaching out to run his fingers over the coiling limbs that had occupied a significant portion of his brain since he’d hit puberty.

"What was it that you wanted me to do with these?" She giggled again, looping one over his wrist to bring his hand to her face.

Tech went red and swallowed hard. “I… uh…”

“I’ll let you think about it for a minute.” She cooed, dropping her eyes to his erection begging for her attention. “Do you want me to touch you like you touched me?"

He nodded, enraptured by her eyes. Maybe the legends about sirens were right and her song was hypnotic, because he was hooked. Her lips parted, and before his lust-addled mind could do the math on it she was dropping them over his length and swallowing him down.

He'd be proud of his fortitude to let a venomous woman put his cock in her mouth later. In the moment, he couldn't put two words together. His usual grace and intelligence vanished with the warmth and suction of her mouth, and Tech turned into a desperate babbling mess. "A-ah, Shiani… pre-pretty girl… oh fuck Shiani, I- osik, ner cyar'ika- stars, I ah-ah…"

Shiani peeked up at him as she swallowed, careful of her teeth and watching him squirm. He bucked and arched at her attention, so she pinned all four limbs flat with her tentacles and held his hips down with her hands in the sweetest of torture. She might as well have been built for this, able to keep swallowing as she breathed through shuddering gills until her flat nose was pressed against his stomach and he was fully seated in her throat.

Tech lost his mind, eyes closed as she worked him over. He was pinned, out of control in a way he’d never been willing to tolerate with a partner… but he could, did trust Shiani absolutely. She’d never take advantage. He could let go, stop thinking, and just exist in the euphoric buzz of this…

"I- I am going t-to… oh fuck!"

Profanity sounded funny from his mouth, but Shiani didn't have time to giggle over it before her mouth was flooded with salt and Tech was writhing in her embrace. She let him pop from her mouth, and sat up after pressing a kiss to his pelvis. He was breathing like he'd run a marathon, watching her as she cocked her head at him and swallowed. "O-open your mouth." He finally mumbled.

She obligingly parted her lips.

“All the way.” Tech swallowed hard, and she blinked before splitting her mouth to let him see that she had indeed swallowed every last bit of his release.

"Perfect…" He breathed. "Come here."

She let him loose of her coils and climbed into his arms, settling on his chest comfortably. He hugged her to him, burying his face in her head. "You okay?" She peeped, eyes bright and a sly grin on her face.

"I am… excellent." He mumbled. "Give me a moment, my dear. Standard refractory period is… oh, I forgot. A few minutes."

She giggled into his chest and busied herself with kissing his neck, keeping herself entertained. “Good. You can tell me exactly what you want me to do with my tentacles now.”

"There will be plenty of time to explore different methods of pleasure, cyar'ika." He ran his knuckles down her cheek lightly. “I don’t intend for this to be the last time, do you?.”

“Absolutely not.” She breathed, stretching up across him to kiss his lips. Her fingers carded carefully through his hair, holding him in place as she set an almost languid pace of kisses.

Sure enough, his enhanced genetics kicked in after a few minutes, and he was pressing insistently against her hip. "I know that I insisted you wear pants on the day to day, but they are currently in the way. I need you undressed immediately." His patience was dwindling rapidly for anything but burying himself into her.

Shiani sat up and kicked the offensive garment to the floor, Tech scooping her back to him and pressing her onto her back with surprising ferocity. “I am aware you are more flexible than a human, and we can explore that later.” He shifted his weight to his knees and dragged her pelvis into his lap. "But right now, I want to see your lovely little face."

She nodded eagerly, arms akimbo above her head. Tech squeezed the flesh of her thighs lightly before pushing them back, leaning over her as he folded her in half and slowly drove his length into her.

Shiani's gasp was broken and wanton, fingers grasping into the bedding as the clone sank belly deep. He generously gave her a minute to adjust, his eyes half closed. "Y-you are exquisite." He finally rasped. Beyond exquisite, she was warm and inviting, splayed out under him like a forgotten sailor's dream. No wonder men of legend had chased sirens to their own deaths. How could anyone know a thing like Shiani existed and not be willing to sacrifice it all just to hold her?

And he was the fortunate one, the one who was saved from drowning instead of being dragged into the depths. She loved him, all this time. It was up to Tech to love her back half as well as she deserved.

So he gave it everything he had, setting a pace that let him drag the winding coil back to dizzying heights in her stomach. His goggles were half off, crooked and sliding down his face with sweat but he didn't dare fix them. There was no way he was taking his hands off her right now.

"My pretty, perfect siren." He groaned faintly, her muscles clenching nearly enough to undo him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers this time.

She knew what he was begging for and cupped his cheeks, pouring out her melody for him. The heart stopping song dragged them both under, hitting the peak in sync and a debilitating flash of climax. They spilled limply into each other, muscle and bone turned to butter. Tech pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Shiani ran her claws tenderly through his hair. They lay there staring at each other, breathing hard and still tangled together.

"I love you." Shiani managed to whisper after a blissful eternity, finally able to say it to him. She’d been sitting on that feeling for too long. She wasn’t meant to keep feelings inside, she was built to sing them. It had been smothering her, and now she felt weightless. "With all three hearts."

"I… love you too." He closed his eyes, soaking up the sensation of her adoration and trying to express his own with only his shaky arms around her.

Shiani cuddled a little closer, listening to his pounding heart by her ear. It was so strong for only one…

Tech suddenly paused, opening one eye. "Shiani?"

"Yes?"

"... did you say you had three hearts?"

Shiani was asleep when Tech woke up. They’d been up all night, talking between bouts of sex. He hadn’t realized how many gaps there were in his knowledge of her people, but she was pleased to answer his questions. They had three hearts, they were selectively bioluminescent and used it as another part of their body language, and the faintly blue patterns on her skin brightened whenever he touched her in the dark. As she slept, they pulsed softly in time with her dreams.

She was sprawled over his chest and stomach, the clone wrapped comfortably in her limbs and stroking her head gently. It was nearly noon, and they probably needed to get up and moving for the day… “Shiani? Wake up, mesh’la.”

She stirred sleepily, pushing her face into his sternum like a petted tooka kit. “Mando’a…” In no hurry to open her eyes, she let her head tentacles wrap around his wrist and hold his hand to her face.

“Yes, it is Mando’a.” He smiled. “You studied the language, didn’t you? Do you remember what it means?”

She propped her chin up on his pectoral with a smile, tilting her head enough to kiss at his wrist. “You think I’m beautiful?"

"I do." He nodded.

Her delight was palpable, and she snuggled into him more. "Good."

"We should get up. There may be a mission waiting for us." He reached for his goggles, discarded on the floor. "They will probably tease us. Do not let it bother you."

"Brothers tease." She yawned, and he curiously watched her mouth.

“Would you ever consider letting me study your venom?” He caught her chin delicately.

“If you want to. But why?” She blinked.

“It would be beneficial to know how it works, and potentially develop an antivenom or resistance. If you recall, there was a very sensitive part of my anatomy in your mouth a few hours ago. An accidental bite would be unpleasant, and end a night prematurely.”

She smiled, letting him trace the seam along her cheek. “Good point. But don’t let Hunter see. He thinks I look weird.”

“He has half his face tattooed. He is not allowed an opinion on your face. Which is, by the way, adorable.”

“He’s a good brother, though. Sometimes, watching him with Omega makes me miss my brother.”

Tech kissed her forehead gently. "I know it will not make up for such a loss… but my brothers and sister love you now. It is just imperative that you realize I love you most."

Shiani giggled. "Three hearts, one for every type of love. Friend, family, and romance. I love your family with two, and you with three."

"Clever girl." Tech smiled, handing her her pants. "Come along."

She got dressed quicker than he did, watching him once her boots were on. He was covered in little purple splotches from her mouth, mostly on his neck and chest. In neat rows across the rest of him were lighter ones, perfectly round from her suction cups. She was a little proud of them, the unmistakable proof that Tech finally loved her back.

Once he'd gotten his armor on, he offered her his arm. "Shall we?"

She nodded eagerly and took his hand, letting him lead her out of the ship and into the Parlor. His siblings were in their usual spot, Omega still finishing her breakfast.

"Hey Goggles! Where do you get off scaring people out of my bar?" Cid demanded. "That guy took off like an irling out of hell!"

"He put his hands inappropriately on Shiani. It seemed logical you would not want someone like that around your establishment." Tech shrugged.

Cid blinked. "Guess that changes things. You okay, Suckers?"

Shiani nodded. "Tech rescued me. Do you need anything fixed, and I’ll pay for their breakfast?"

"Nah. I got a mission for you guys. We'll call breakfast even if some creep was giving you a hard time." Cid handed her two plates, and she passed one to Tech as they sat down.

"We eat fast and go work then." Shiani nodded, accepting a cuddle from Omega.

"You sure you're alright?" Hunter frowned. "Maybe we shouldn't have gone to bed so early."

"Shiani okay. Tech help." She explained.

Tech nodded. "I only had to draw my blaster, not fire it."

Hunter's expression shifted as they ate, keen nose catching something lingering on the both of them. "Oh. I see."

Echo smirked at his sergeant's tone. "Guess it turned out to be a good night?"

"We are not having this discussion." Tech grumbled. "The only thing that concerns you is that, yes, Shiani and I are in a relationship as of last night."

Wrecker grinned. "Finally."

Omega smiled. "That's why you look so happy!"

Shiani nodded. "I”m very happy, Baby Mega."

Tech jumped when Hunter hooked a thumb in his blacks collar and took a look at his neck, then whistled. Wrecker and Echo laughed.

"What's so funny?" Omega blinked at Shiani. Tech turned red, hoping she wasn't going to embarrass them both in her lack of awareness about human social expectations. Honestly, she was worse than he was most of the time…

She patted Omega's head gently "I just kissed Tech too much. They’re teasing, don’t worry."

Tech sighed with relief and waved his brothers off. "That is an accurate description."

"We'll, lovebirds. We got a job, so let's get going." Hunter smiled. Shiani shoved her breakfast in her mouth and nodded. Tech just tried not to smile at how cute she could be. "Tried" being the operative word, but he was definitely falling.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #the bad batch #star wars #tbb tech #fanfic #tech smut #monster fucker #tentacles #song of the sea

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tobytoaster · 2 years

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another hermitcraft star wars au doodle now with zebrak Impulse and his little menace of a padawan — togruta Gem :D

#my art #hc sw au #hermitcraft #star wars #impulsesv #geminitay #:)

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gamma-rae · 2 years

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Hey I recently found your blog while on an 80’s Star Wars comics binge. 😂 There’s not much on zeltrons or Dathomirians so when I came across your art I was very pleasantly surprised (also really sucked in) Zavii and Coyn are awesome!!! 😀 I love the comic panel where Coyn goes to wake her up to tell her something but she wakes up with that cat noise and his mind goes blank. Also yesss Dathomirians (and zebraks should be allowed to purr if Savage can fricken roar).

😂Any fun facts about them you’d want to share? What are their personality types (only if you know or want to answer I don’t want to pester), how did Zavii and Coyn meet? (Are you going to post any more art of them sometime soon? No pressure at all, I’m curious I know art takes a lot of time, inspiration, and hard work😓)

Hi! Glad you enjoy them - they're some of my favorites. Zavii is my OC and Coyn belongs to my good friend @sonder343. Both RP characters we made for a friend's ttrpg that ended up outliving that game. The TLDR version of their personalities: Zavii is playful, affectionate and compassionate - but she also grew up very isolated from others and is sort of feral and undersocialized. She's very good with animals (think Ezra Bridger sort of force talents). She also has a nervous, melancholy, clingy side and can be very mood-swingy. Coyn is brave, resourceful, and fiery. Though also quite stubborn and unfortunately short-tempered (especially for a jedi). He cares A LOT about... almost everything. Coyn is somewhat stern and repressed, in part because he's still haunted by order 66, but Zavii brings out a warmer side of him. He's got some pretty major half-trained traumatized jedi problems going on. As for how they met, it's nothing all that wacky: the crew Coyn was travelling with ended up at the same space station where Zavii was ousted from a ship she had stowed away on. They sort of sensed each other in the Force. Zavii was fresh outta the outer rim and got herself in trouble with some local baddies, Coyn (and Reed and Yaro) came to help her- then realized she didn't need them when she ended that fight as soon as it started, then Coyn talked Reed into hiring her. He hadn't met another force sensitive in years, and Zavii had never met a jedi. They kinda latched on to each other pretty quickly. I will probably draw more of them soon! I've not had much time for personal art lately. But if you'd like to see a lot of Zavii's art (or read more about her) you can go to my toyhouse here: https://toyhou.se/6030909.zavii

Sonder doesn't have one, but a lot of Coyn's art is here anyway too!

#i hope that makes sense #Zavii's backstory is a bit of a mess I could afford to like #write coherently somewhere public #asks #zavii #coyn candor

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nekorinnie · 2 years

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Have a doodle...

#swtor #smuggler #Ongin #bounty hunter #Raiouri #and a twi'lek #saw that zebrak deep sleep so decided since Rai is a Zebrak she deepsleeps #first time Rai does so with Ongin and Rai were sate #safe*#Ongin had no clue wjat was going on #so yea...#a twi'lek dancer gets to get startled by a panicked teen panicked about her sister being dead but not sead #dead*

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krzysztofiwin · 22 days

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Krzysztof Iwin – „Żebrak” 20x30cm https://iwin.malarstwo.org/pl/limited_print,1656.html #Żebrak #art #painting #drawing #KrzysztofIwin #LimitedEdition #prints

#[LE]#2008r.#30 cm #40 cm #brązy #czerwienie #limited prints #zielenie

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memoiich · 5 months

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Hey you 🫵🤨

Maul is a complete gentleman around you, you will never have to open a door ever again. You dropped something - don't worry he's picking it up, you need something that you can't reach - you bet your damn ass he is getting it for you.

He is literally the perfect husband...

Modern Husband!Maul and his wife go grocery shopping? And he is just doing everything and being so helpful?

He totally is and i would marry him so quick. Just let me and my man be together please <3

Raspberry’s & Blood oranges

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Sadly today you had woken up with a desperate desire for blood oranges and raspberries and your husband being who he was , a saint wanted to go to the store to get them . You tried to roll over and sleep a bit more per maul’s request but that didn’t work. So you tagged along to your lover's enjoyment.

That brought you here to the parking lot ,in mauls black Pontiac firebird that he got from savage as a wedding present. He gave you a quick peck on the lips and walked out to open your door . You remembered thinking that from day 1 , Maul was a gentleman. In the beginning, he tried to hide it a little bit. Slamming the door a bit louder than normal when closing it or pulling his hand away when you reached for it . A month later you would kiss him under the stars . You took mauls hand that he had extended to you and stepped out of the car . “ thank you, my love”you said. He gave you that one grin, he was so proud of himself.

You noticed it immediately when you walked into the store . People were staring. At first you thought it was pretty normal, you normally shopped alone and were a bit of a regular . Then you thought it was because Maul was such an attractive guy. if he wasn’t your husband you would hit on him in a heartbeat . That's in fact exactly what you did all those years ago. But then you spotted something in an old lady’s eyes, Judgment. You looked over to your dearest and he grinned back.

The red zebrak in question was way too alternatively dressed now that you were looking at him . He clearly wasn’t used to grocery stores and the way u dress for them . He was wearing one of his favorite band t-shirts that was slightly ripped on the side showing a fair amount of tattoo and waist , you were definitely not complaining about it. On Top of that was his metal spiked leather jacket covered in homemade pins , that hugged him just right. The metal didn’t stop at his clothes either, He also had multiple studs and a nose ring and a very secret and hot tongue piercing. Patches were covering about 90% of his pants and chains were hanging from every loop he could find . He definitely stood out .

It didn’t help that Zebraks were still a bit more uncommon but Maul and his 2 brothers had been living here longer than the 2 of you were together . They even had their tattoo/piercing parlor here. You took Maul's hand in yours and gave her a bit of a judgy look back and she scurried away.

Maker ,your husband was the most beautiful creature alive no judgy looks would ever take that away. You heard an amused giggle coming from your left. “ Normally you aren’t so feisty, my love “ Maul said while grinning at you . You felt a bit embarrassed by Maul's notice. You took one of the blood oranges in front of you , they needed to be as red as possible. You liked them that way . You also took them in hopes of ending mauls joking and getting him back on track for the mission of grocery shopping.

A red hand covered yours and took the red-orangey fruit out of your hand. “ Blood oranges are believed to bring power and wealth to their consumers by the people of Dathomir” Maul said to you with that hint of wisdom to his voice. You took the fruit back from him ,” I need to eat plenty then , in case you divorce me “ you said jokingly. Maul rolled his eyes , he hated that little joke of yours. Not only were you one hell of a person , that could perfectly support herself. He would NEVER divorce you , you were the best thing that happened to him.

While Maul was mopping ,You tried to reach for one of the bag dispensers that were set unreasonably high for you and you weren’t even getting close to it . Maul came up behind you, you felt his chest against your back and saw his long tattooed arm reach for the beg . He had laid his other hand on your hip and you forgot what you were even doing until the man turned you around while dangling the little bag in front of you with that smug look on his handsome face . “You needed this right ?” He spoke so smoothly. You let out a giggle and walked back over to the blood oranges display. You took about 16 oranges and put them in the cart.

You looked over to where your husband had been standing mere seconds ago but he had disappeared in thin air . Glancing past the corner, you saw him standing at the berry bar .you walked over to him , only to be met with Maul staring intensely between a couple of boxes full of raspberries. The annoyance was clear on his face, nightbrothers were know to see colors a bit duller mainly reds and oranges since dathomir would otherwise be a bit overwhelming.

“ Don’t torture yourself, Maul” you grinned “ That's my job” . He looked at you utterly in love “ I was trying to find the reddest”he said, a bit defeated “ Why, are they sweeter?”. Maul knew you liked your fruit sweet “ they are, but that's not why i want the reddest fruit “ “ Then why” You were quite curious right now. “ Dathomirians believe that raspberries strengthen bonds, how redder they are the more romantic they become “ maul uttered a bit embarrassed . You thought it was adorable how your scary looking husband was so soft and sweet .” You don’t need raspberries to strengthen our bond, maul . I love you regardless, my dear “ You grabbed 2 boxes out of the 9 lined in front of him” These are the reddest “ you put them in the cart.

The check out went extremely fast and you and maul were outside in about 5 minutes. You were looking at the masterpiece of a husband you had , you wanted to tell him that you deeply enjoyed the trip to the grocery store and how much you loved him but the rights words wouldn’t come to you and when they finally did…

he said “ you are dearer to me than all the blood oranges and raspberries in the world “ . The exact words you had thought of . Again at a loss of words you just leaned into him and kissed his cheek. Maul flushed a deeper shade of red immediately , which was ironic since you two had been married for more than 5 years and had done a lot more than that. Grocery shopping would definitely become a together thing.

I hope this was what you had in mind , it was a bit hard to make grocery shopping appealing so i made new Dathomir lore up ( i love doing that teehee).

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#star wars #darth maul #maul #maul opress #my babygirl #pookie #writing #darth maul fanfic #darth maul x reader #maul x reader

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