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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 3

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : ⠀ 6234

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗜𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗿𝘆, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 , 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 , 𝗗𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 / 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 / 𝗕𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲

𝘂𝟭𝟴 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧 🔞⠀

𝗔𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 , 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗴. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 🥰⠀

𝗨𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹! 😂😂 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 🙏🏻

𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗙 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗

It had been several rotations since Commander Wolffe spent the night in your apartment , the next morning you both had breakfast together and made love throughout the day, it was nothing more than perfect and you could feel the love for him build…

Until shore leave ended and once you both got back on board the Ventor-class Star Destroyer he became distant back to the old Wolffe, cold, harsh. Yes you two had a few stolen moments of pure filthy lust in his office or in the supply cupboard but it was nothing compared to the time spent together on shore leave. It hurt you were feeling used. However you stayed professional you did your job and in the back of your mind he was all you could think about but did he feel the same?

It was work as usual report after report after report until The Wolfpack and Master Plo Koon was sent to rescue Jedi Master Mace Windu and Anakin Skywalker who were trapped on board The Endurance after they had been tracking Boba Fett. You were told you were to accompany The Wolfpack , whilst in the briefing room stood next to Commander Wolffe his hand suddenly reached for yours under the table. You shot him a confused look he had not acknowledged you in days even when Boost was being a flirt he acted like you didn’t even exist…

Pulling yourself mentally back in the room as Ashoka Tano and R2D2 entered

“Hello Senator it’s good to see you again!” A sweet confident Togruta walked over to you gleaming

“Hello again Ashoka, it’s good to see you also. Wow you’ve grown since I last saw you!” You smile at her

“Indeed I have Senator” she says all proud “I’m sorry it is not under better circumstances… but Master Plo Koon and The Wolfpack will help your master”

“I know… so I’ll see you aboard the gunship?”

“Yes, I will be down shortly , I have to speak to Commander Wolffe first” Ashoka clearly noticed the change in your tone of voice and the redness rise up your face as she now had this cheeky curious look on her face

“I know….” She says with a little smile and leaves the room

𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀??? ⠀

𝗼𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁? 𝗔𝗵𝗵𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀

Your cheeks becoming redder and redder by the second

“Commander Wolffe May I speak with you?” You walk back over to him trying not to stumble on your words

He looks at you with this expression you just cannot read.. “Yes Senator , what can I help with? However please make this quick as I am needed in the main hanger”

“I eh… am I really needed on this rescue mission? Would it not be prudent I stay aboard the cruiser and complete my reports ready to send to the Senate?” This come out sounding so nervous almost like a small child scared of her surroundings

The way Wolffe was staring you down right now oh if looks could kill…

“Master Plo Koon feels you are to accompany us on this mission, maker knows why you will just get in the way. Now make your way to the main hanger”

𝗔𝗿𝗴𝗵𝗵! 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ⠀

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗿!

“Sir, Yes Sir” you say through gritted teeth and make your way to the hanger.

As you enter the elevator with Wolffe stood in front of you he turns around takes his helmet off and faces you that look of lust is back but you also notice his eyes are soft like the way he looked at you when you were in his arms in your bed…

You try to evade his gaze looking at your feet but he grabs your chin with this thumb and index finger forcing you to look in his eyes, his face leaning closer and closer to yours “Mesh’la… please can I kiss you? “ that soft tone is back “why?” You hiss , his eyes widen almost looking sad, trying to break his hold which only makes him grip your chin tighter “Do you no longer want this?” He says “ want what Wolffe?? You use me when you want a quick stress relief fuck then you ignore me or treat me like I’m a stupid young girl” tears almost filling your eyes now “now let go of me and let’s get on with our jobs” finally you break free and push him away

“If that’s what you want” and nonchalantly he turns away and puts his helmet back on. Once you reach the main hanger you meet with Ashoka, Master Plo, Boost, Sinker, Comet and Warthog you take your place next to the two Jedi who you feel are reading your thoughts as Ashoka let’s out a small smile while Master Plo places a gentle hand on your shoulder “You ready Senator?” He asks in his usual calm sweet tone “Yes Master” you say head down trying to avoid their faces.

The rescue mission was going well until Boba and his bounty hunters begin shooting at the gunship

“Hurry Commander Wolffe!” Master Plo shouts as he and Ashoka struggle to hold the ship level, the sound of blasters and the creaking from The Endurance all of a sudden you feel a sharp pain you’ve never felt in your life rush through your left shoulder every sound around you is fading , shaky breathes, your eyes blurry and closing the pain is just unbearable the last thing you hear is Commander Wolfe “Senator!! NO!!” Then everything fades to black….

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗺 𝗶?⠀

𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻? ⠀

𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗸?

“Welcome back to the land of the living Senator” your eyes gently open and you see Boost, Sinker and Comet by your bedside “She’s awake Commander!!” Warthog calls over. Gently you turn your head to see Commander Wolffe arguing with the medical droid but as soon as he hears Warthog he rushes over

“You boys can leave now “ he says sternly

“Sir Yes Sir!” Said in unison they all smile and you leave the med room.

Wolffe sits gently at your bedside and picks up your hands in his, oh how you’ve missed feeling him like this not in a sexual way just feeling him be this way with you

“You had us all worried there , how are you feeling?”

“Better …. Wh…where am I?” The sentence weakly comes out of your dry mouth

“At the med station we are back on Coruscant” Wolffes usual gruff voice

“How long have I been here?” Weak again, trying your best to sit up in the bed

“2 weeks but the medical droid said you will be cleared for work starting tomorrow however I disagree you need more rest” he says in his dominate authoritative tone giving his usual eye roll.

“I feel um better”

For a few moments all you do is stare into each others eyes it feels like bliss but your still hurt from his previous treatment.

Wolffe then places his hand on the side of your face his index finger ghosting across your full lips then his hand back upto your face , the look on his face is worry, his eyes worry…

“ I thought I lost you back there and I don’t want to feel that again I.. I couldn’t protect you like I should of it’s my fault” his voice breaking as each word comes out

“Why do you care Wolffe ? Afraid you would loss your quick fuck every now and then?” You say harshly

“How can you say that Mesh’la?!” The harshness begins to set back into his tone of voice

“Please don’t pretend you care about me I know you don’t” you turn away and face the wall

“Don’t push me away I … I … good soldiers should not let themselves become weak. I cannot show weakness and you are what makes me weak. But the thought of loosing you killed me I just can’t “ he says softer than usual

You turn back to look at him, tears filling up your bright blue eyes

“Wolffe… I…”

The medical droid is making its way over and you quickly remove your hands away from the Commander

“Senator you are being cleared for duty as of tomorrow morning 08.00 hours please take care not to get into any more blaster fire as this time you were lucky next time you may not be. You are free to leave this evening I will be back soon with your last round of medication”

And with that the droid zooms off and there is a long pause before either of you say anything

“Wolffe will you take me home tonight and stay with me please ?”

“Yes I will. I will be back when you are ready to leave I have a report to send to Master Plo” he kisses your hand then leaves the room.

Hours later you getting dressed into a white loose trousers and a white long sleeve jumper when you see Wolffe hovering in the doorway leaning against the frame

“Ready?” He says his lips curl ever slightly into a smile as he places his helmet back on before walking over to you holding onto you

“Yes let’s go”

You hold onto Wolffes arm as he leads you to the door, he already has a cab waiting and your pain meds in his belt attached to his armour. When you finally reach your apartment you key in the code , Wolffe following closely behind you as you walk into the kitchen and begin to make your favourite tea

“Would you like one?” You ask not even bothering to wait for an answer while talking out two teacups

“Thank you” his voice soft again , he’s standing behind you arms snaked around your curvy little waist his head resting down on yours and for a moment you allow yourself to sink back into him

⠀ 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺

Turning around to face him your eyes dance over his armoured chest then upto his beautiful eyes before your fingers gently follow down his scar on his face , he flinch’s slightly at your touch but relaxes into your hand and then starts kissing your wrist and down your arm. You both know what you want.

You begin to pull off your jumper leaving your top half completely naked you then pull your long black hair out of your pony tail and it falls gracefully over your chest covering your nipples. Wolffe begins to unclip his armour taking the pieces off one by one neatly placing them on your kitchen work top until he is just in his blacks , your eyes dart down to his straining cock , the bulge is so big.

You move your hand down to his crotch and gently cup running your fingers up and down holding eye contact with Wolffe as he lets out small moans.

As your removing your trousers you begin walking to fresher fully naked , ass jiggling just how Wolffe likes it and it doesn’t take him long to remove his blacks and follow you in there.

The feeling of the cool fresher wall with warm water spraying over your skin whilst Wolffe is possessively biting away down your neck leaving his mark is just amazing. The harder he bites and sucks on your delicate skin the harder you dig your nails into the bottom of his back.

“Will you let me return the favour?” You pur

“Mmm now what favour is that Mesh’la?” And before he has even had the chance to await your reply you get on your knees looking up at him through your long dark lashes your blue eyes positively sparking

“Relax Commander I’m going to take care of you” as you start kissing around his stomach as your hand gripped his heavy hard cock , his smooth velvety tip already dripping pre cum, Wolffes large hands grabbing onto the back of your head playing with your hair, calloused finger tips stroking your face with low grumbles of pleasure, you take as much of his long hard thick cock into your small mouth your free hand taking the rest of his length pumping away.

Your cheeks began to hollow as you suck away fast your tongue running over his tip tasting him “mmmm fuck your a good girl” he hoarsely groaned out your head was bobbing up and down little moans coming from your mouth as you could feel your cunt soak from arousal. The faster you go not stopping only wanting to please your Commander he grabs the back of your neck holding you firm and begins fucking your mouth until you pull off teasingly.

“Mesh’la…” Wolffe warns and you take hold of his quivering manhood covered in your salvia and you start slowing achingly licking your tongue up and down his length using your other hand to pump away again faster until you take nearly all of him down your throat gagging but not stopping , sucking and licking until his hips start to jerk erratically moaning more and more until he shoots white hot cum straight down the back of your throat. You pull away his cock dripping with your salvia and his cum, looking up at him with a mouthful of him still left on your tongue , you part your mouth so he can see “Swallow it” he hisses

You swallow him ensuring eye contact is never broken while you wipe away a little at the side of your mouth, your gorgeous full pouty lips swollen

“Mmm all gone Commander” you pur once more.

Wolffe lifts you up and slams you against the fresher wall holding onto your legs firm you wrap them around his waist as his lips crash into yours , kissing you so forceful but lovingly , one hand kneeding into your fleshy ass the other enclosing your breast teasing your nipple “mmm Wolffe” in between kisses he looks at you for approval and you nod.

The tip of his gorgeous cock begins teasing you sliding up and down your slit getting covered in your juice, pressing against your throbbing clit more and more until he slides himself all the way in “uhhh Wolffe!” You cry out leaning your head back against the wall eyes closed the pressure of his thick cock fully was still taking a while to get used too

“Mm I love how you feel around me, so wet , so needy , so fucking tight” he lets out between moans.

His lips skim across your chest across your collarbone as you pant for air he’s fully inside you reaching spots you never thought possible

“Is it too much Mesh’la?” He softens his pace slightly waiting on your answer wet kisses against your neck as the water splashes down on both you

𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ⠀

𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁

“I’m good I promise” you kiss his forehead down his nose to his soft lips and with that he continues he’s relentless pace going harder and harder each time, white hot pleasure rising in your core as your tight cunt flutters around his thick manhood his moans are loud and guttural yours are pained but so full of pleasure

“Uhh m-more Wolffe it feels so good mmm” you lean your head down into the crook of his neck , dragging your nails up his back he takes another bite into your shoulder hard almost breaking the skin licking and sucking after to soothe the pain “I’m so close” you let out a breathy moan feeling your cunt clench more around him he slams into you until you can’t take it any more. The pure feeling of ecstasy runs through your body you let out sobs and moans “uhhhh Wolffe uhhh yes mmmm” he begins to loose himself and within seconds you feel his hot thick cum fill you up, leaking out of your stretched cunt yours and his juices. He leans his forehead against you for a few seconds closing his eyes as his breathing begins to steady again then he lets you down gently ensuring he has a firm hold of you as you get your balance and then he kisses your head.

You both stay there for a short while under the warm water and you begin to wash each other sensually , turn around to reach up and begin washing Wolffe’s hair “this is abit girly “ he snorts you can’t help but laugh out loud “well then maybe you should leave some of your things here?” You say hopefully , he gives his famous eye roll then let’s out a little smile “I agree Ner cyar’ika” then places a kiss on forehead and you both continue washing. Wolffe leaves the fresher first and quickly towel dries his hair wraps a towel around his waist then steps over to you and covers your body fully in the softest fluffiest towel he can find

𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁⠀

𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺?

“Thank you” you smile out at him and you begin doing your usual night time skin care routine , as you are applying moisturiser over your body you notice Wolffe sat at the edge of your bed watching over you intently , you pull on your night gown and walk over to your closet you know Wolffe has nothing to wear but his blacks , you rummage through for a while “A-ha!!” You say proudly with a grin and walk back over to Wolffe

“You can wear these tonight , I bought them for my father when he stayed here before his new apartment was ready but he actually never wore them, the tag is still on. You can have them if you want?” Your looking at Wolffe your eyes bigger than usual hoping he does not reject your offer or feeling uncomfortable , he takes your hand and takes the dark grey sweatpants

“Thank you” and with that he puts them on and climbs into your bed. But instead of joining him you wander off into the kitchen and take one of your pain meds before making two cups of your favourite tea, Camomile and Alderaan honey the sweet smell fills your nose and you let out a content sigh, then you grab out a few small tea cakes and place them on a little plate and walk back into the bedroom with a smile on your face.

“Here I thought you might be hungry , they are what we have on Alderaan like a little snack” you place the tray on the bed and get into bed next to Wolffe. For a little while he studies what’s on the tray and eventually picks one up when he sees you do it, the way he is looking at the tea cake is like the way he is looking at battle plans so intense so focused then he finally places it to his lips and eats it in one go chewing for a long while before swallowing, you can’t help but find this kinda adorable as you nibble at yours… “ so what do you think?” You say still eating yours and taking a small sip from the cup “it’s sweet… very acceptable” he says with a little bit of shyness to his tone “good I’m glad you like it have another but try it with the tea they both compliment each other”

Wolffe takes a big sip of his tea and you can almost instantly see him relax and lay back into your plush headboard. Once you have both finished you get up to take the tray back but Wolffe stops you and ushers you to stay in bed while he takes everything back to the kitchen , you can hear him washing everything up so you take this opportunity to lay back fully into your bed cuddling into the soft silk of your bed sheets not so long after Wolffe joins you and puts his muscular arm around you , you completely relax into him bodies moulding into each other he was stroking your hair and your hand was on his chest, finger tips running small circle against his skin. Pure content pure bliss and pure happiness is all you feel right now , nothing could ever spoil this moment as you both drift off to sleep.

The next morning the shrill of the alarm wakes you up with a jolt you look over and notice the space next to you empty and made up so you make your way to lounge and you see a note on the Holopad "𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙎𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛𝙛𝙚."

The biggest smile burst out of your face , looking at the time you will be late so you jump in the fresher get dressed and finish packing your duffel bag knowing you’ll be away for a few more rotations before your placed back in the Senate. Once you reach the GAR , you walk past the Clone Memorial Wall and you see your Commander along with Master Plo “Koh-to-yah Senator I am pleased to see you well and back with us” the Kel Dor says placing a gentle hand on your shoulder you just know he is smiling under his mask

“Koh-to-yah Master Plo, thank you I’m glad to be back and I’m ready to get straight back into work” you put your hand over his smiling so warmly then your eyes dart over to Commander Wolffe his helmet is on but you know his eyes have not left you, you truly wonder if Master Plo can sense the feelings between you both as he takes his leave “I will leave you both alone, Commander Wolffe please ready the troops”

“Sir, Yes Sir!” And Master Plo walks away hands behind his back greeting each trooper as he makes his way to the Cruiser.

Wolffe pulls you into him and holds you close you return this and wrap your arms around him tightly

“Wolffe people may see us!” You quickly pull away looking up at him “I don’t care, you are mine and I don’t care who knows Mesh’la”

You chuckle the redness rising up in your cheeks again “ let’s get aboard before they send a search party for us” as you both walk away Wolffe takes your duffel bag , once aboard the ship every trooper you see greets you kindly this warms your heart and you know you made the choice taking this job, these men deserve every single right as a civilian does , yes they are bred for war but once the war is over they should be free to do as they please have families , take on new jobs , stay in the army. These men deserve more.

“I have sent your things to your quarters , we are needed in the briefing room” Wolffe says before kissing your hand and making his way over to the elevator, “I’ll be there soon” your mind is too focused on these troopers and the worry for them the new bill in the senate won’t pass.

Eventually you make your way down to the war room one floor down from the Bridge as you enter the room you notice they all seem to be tense Wolffe’s helmet is off placed on the table he is staring intensely at the holomap along side Master Plo who is speaking to Comet so you sit down at the desk in the corner of the room listening to each one of them speak

“Master Unduli will need our assistance we cannot wait any longer “ Wolffe says urgently “I agree Commander Wolffe , Comet and I will begin working on our attack” Master Plo comments. As you start typing away you do not notice the men all leave the room expect Wolffe he is stood you behind you and it must take at least 5 minutes before you notice he spins your chair around to face him and he kneels down to your height and leans into kiss you his gloved hand running down your arm whilst the other gently strokes your thigh “Mm I’ve missed you Mesh’la” you place your hands around the back of his head playing with this hair you giggle softly as you kiss him back “miss me already eh Commander?” As you bite his bottom lip he let’s out a lustful grown “Don’t start with me today Mesh’la” you pull him in closer kissing his neck gently biting him “uhh don’t make me punish you” his voice gravely “oh really Commander?” Kissing and biting harder on his neck you sit up of the chair and back the tall handsome Commander into the wall pushing up close to him letting his hands roam all the contours of your curves as his gloved hand cups your breast you stop his hand and remove his glove and place two of his fingers in your mouth gently sucking on them never loosing eye contact you can seem him melting away trying to keep his composure and you just know that thick beautiful manhood is straining against his codpiece as you pull his fingers away from your a trail of spit falls down the side of your mouth , Wolffe wipes this across your bottom lip with this calloused thumb.

As you begin to walk away your ass jiggling the way Wolffe loves he grabs your wrist and tries to pull you back “Ah ah ah Commander we have work to do “ you teasingly say before leaving the briefing room to go back upto the Bridge. Fuck you know Wolffe is frustrated but this is fun.

He follows you out placing his helmet back on and enters the elevator with you. A couple of shinys are already in stood at the back, they stand to attention for Wolffe

“Glad to have you back Senator , we’ve missed that pretty face” one says “glad to be back troopers thank you” you say with a flirty smile then turning to Wolffe who’s focus is entirely on the two shinys behind you

“Get on with your work troopers NOW” he barks at them they quickly shuffle out of the elevator.

“Senator for this mission I am kindly asking you stay aboard the cruiser, Commander Wolffe will brief you once he is back” the Kel Dor advises you

“Yes Master Plo I understand” you nod and smile.

“Lightning and Puka will stand watch over you should our enemy decide to infiltrate the ship” he says before leaving the room heading down to the main hanger.

The two shinys from the elevator earlier walk up towards you , you awkwardly smile at them. Before Commander Wolffe leaves you quickly rush over to him “come back safe ok?” You say looking up at him with a soft smile and he nods in agreement. As you walk back over to your seat you hear some slight smirking “something funny troopers?” Snapping at them in a rather displeased tone

“Eh nothing funny Senator” Lightning pipes up while Puka let’s out a small laugh “ didn’t think you’d have the hots for our Commander”

“Remove your helmets Troopers I would like to see your faces” you say sternly your eyes narrowing and your brows scrunched together, lips pursed.

Both troopers remove their helmets Lightning with his bleached blonde hair and buzz cut sporting a couple of facial tattoos and Puka his dark regulation styled hair but his eyes much lighter almost a green hazel colour and you can see the tattoos coming up from his blacks covering his neck. “Thank you Troopers now if you don’t mind I have work to do” before they can say anything you cut them off “ that is all, I will contact you via com if I need anything” you begin typing away on the Holopad sipping your caf, “eh Senator Master Plo advised we are not leave your side so we are staying” Lightning speaks up attempting to be more authoritative. “Very well” you snap eyes never leaving the Holopad. Hours pass and you and the two Shinys make the trek to the Mess hall all 3 of you sit down to eat your food a silence falls between you all expect the clashing of cutlery against the plates until Puka speaks up “so your a thing then? You and the Commander?” He gives you a cheeky wink and in that moment you slam your spoon down and look him directly in the eyes “Trooper I am not sure my personal life is of any concern to you?” You say eyeing him up and down “Yeha shut up Puka it ain’t our business” Lightning hiss’s at this brother elbowing him “you should listen to your brother Trooper Puka” you say finishing your soup and you get up from the table “now if you’ll both excuse me I am going to the fresher I will be back in five minutes” with that you walk away from the table and head into the woman’s fresher room suddenly your com starts to beep “Senator Lontac here”

“Hello Mesh’la” a familiar gruff voice and you can’t help but beam out a massive smile “are you ok? I’m worried about you , will you be back soon?” You say and Wolffe can detect the uneasiness in the way you spoke “I’m ok Mesh’la the battle has not been too kind to some of my men but for now we are holding the Separatists back” “ We should be back in the next rotation or so but I want you prepared so I have asked Lightning and Puka to train you to use a blaster” he says calmly “a … blaster? Is that necessary?”

“Yes we have had intelligence the ship may come under attack so please do this for me” “ok ok I will do this for you Wolffe” “thank you Mesh’la see you soon” with a little beep he is gone your heart sinks slightly but nevertheless you do what you need to do feels like you’ve not gone to fresher all day you were bursting after washing up you spray your favourite perfume again a quick little application of gloss and you exit , outside Lightning and Puka are stood by the doors

“Senator we have orders to take you to the firing range, the Commander wants you trained in using a blaster please follow us” as you make your way down to the armoury and firing range nerves take control of your body your shaking your face breaks out in a clamy sweat

“Right Senator stand here and hold this” Puka basically throws the blaster at you it’s so heavy

He stands behind you so close you can feel his cold armour against your clothed skin, one hand on your forearm the other holding your shoulder “now focus on the target and shoot” you struggle to aim correctly but you shoot and miss the target by inches

“Again” the voice from behind you says again, and again you miss “again Senator focus” you continue to shoot and shoot yet still missing. Becoming extremely frustrated you huff

“I’m sure if the Commander was stood behind you, you would be focused then eh bunny?” Puka spits out a little chuckle leaves his mouth.

The pure anger you feel right now you pick the blaster up and fire once more this time finally hitting your target

“ see we knew you could do it” Lighting says kindly you smile at him but glare at Puka his face lights up

“Now we are going to make this slightly harder , Clankers don’t stay still and if you ever need to hit a moving target you will need to focus more as lives will depend on it” Puka says

The target droid is replaced with several moving ones you pick the blaster back up and continue to fire “aim for the head senator!” Lightning calls out from behind you. You focus on his words and try your hardest to aim at the heads you hit 4 out of 6

“Good … better now keep going” Puka says until a ear ringing alarm bell begins to blare out over the Shinys coms you hear “BRACE FOR IMPACT” you hear the booming of cannons “Ray shields are up let’s go! Senator grab that blaster!”

You, Lightning and Puka race to the Bridge and there you see it one of the biggest Separatists war ship you’ve ever seen , a naval officer runs over to the Shinys “Sir our ray shields are holding but a small enemy ship has broken through they’ve landed in the main hanger and more are coming! “ “we have sent an emergency transmission to Commander Wolffe he is coming back with Master Plo Koon as Master Unduli’s forces are holding off on the planet below”

“Stay alert boys let’s get down to the main hanger now!” Puka says.

Once your all down in the main hanger your heart breaks seeing all those men hurt or dead the battle droids were closing in so you start shooting and shooting yes you hit a few but this was too much for you and you run off and hide behind some crates when suddenly a bald slender woman holding two red lightsabers “what’s this eh? A pretty little Senator holding a blaster?” She says with an evil glint and a cold smile “st… stay away from me” you timidly try your best to back away but fall back onto the ground you rush to pick it back up and aim at the tall figure missing her by only a few inches “Now you’ve made me loose my temper I was not going to hurt you pretty Senator… until now” she sneers out at you and lifts you up by the force beginning to choke you

“LET HER GO VENTRESS!” You hear Wolffe growl at her pointing his blaster directly to her face

“Oh now Commander Wolffe we meet again” that evil grin stretching across her face , you can feel her grip tightening on you “Do not take another step and if you do this pretty little thing you have feelings for will die” her cackling voice fainter and fainter as you feel yourself black out suddenly your thrown to the floor as Boost and Sinkler tackle Ventress, she fights them off quickly but loosing her balance as you grab the blaster and fire at her foot “ahhh!” She squeals dropping her lightsabers

“I believe it’s time you handed yourself in Ventress” Master Plo Koon stands infront of you and the clones ready to attack

“NEVER!! Droids finish them!” She barks orders at the remaining battle droids as she runs off in fear

Wolffe and Master Plo take down the rest of the droids while Booster and Sinker run after Ventress

“Wolffe take Senator Crystal to the medical bay”

“Sir , Yes Sir!” Wolffe scoops you up in his arms and rushes you through the crowd of his brothers towards the medical bay

“I’m fine really” you look up at him clinging to his neck

All hear is a grunt upon entering the room two medial droids rush around you and place you in a bed , not long after that Lightning and Puka come crashing through the doors

“You two were assigned to guard her at all costs!! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?” You could see the veins popping through Wolffes neck the anger on his face could not be missed

“We ehh lost sight of her Commander” Lightning begins however you interrupt him

“It was my fault Commander Wolffe I wandered off I’m sorry it won’t happen again” you say as you try to sit yourself up in the bed

“Very well Troopers please get back to the hanger and see all clankers are finished off, once that is done report to the bridge”

“SIR YES SIR!” Both of them say once again in sync , once they leave Wolffe sits by your side he takes his helmet off and looks down at you

“Tough little thing ain’t you Mesh’la”

You giggle “ I try to be”

A small curl rises at the sides of his mouth and he gives you his typical eye roll

“I’ll be back to check on you later” he says getting up off of the bed and placing his helmet back on

“Yes Commander whatever you say” you cant help but bring out that sassy tone and with that he takes his leave….

𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗼.... ⠀

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𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲....

With that you drift off into a deep sleep whilst the medical droids attend to you.

#clone thot #commander wolffe #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe thot #104th battalion #wolffe x you #clone troopers #commander wolffe fluff #commander wolffe x you

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miseries-mistress · 2 years

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HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT A HEART | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Four hours. That's how long it's been since order 66 was executed. Four hours since you witnessed the murder of the younglings, there high-pitched screams on a constant loop inside your broken mind. Four hours since you've fought Anakin, or what has taken his place. Four hours since the place you once called home was turned into a graveyard, the lifeless bodies of your family painting red on the pristine white walls where you grew up. Four hours. That's all it takes for the person you once were to wither away inside you, leaving nothing but a hollow shell of what you once were.

Warnings: ANGST, really that's all there is, gender-neutral reader, a pinch of fluff (i think), sad obi :/, f/n = fake name, violence, child murder, betrayal, death, give my man obi-wan a break. WC: 2277

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The hotel. It's quiet and unpopulated, a perfect place to lay low. The hushed and dull foreign land couldn't provide better cover for two fugitives.

The ride to the hotel was filled with silence and not the comfortable kind either. On the contrary, it was solemn and desolate, filled with nothing but pent-up despair.

The last four hours have been incomparable to anything you've ever experienced in your life and by far the most traumatic. It trumped believing Obi-Wan was dead, Ashoka leaving the order, the people of Coruscant conjecturing you a murderer, and the Council almost expelling you from the order. This, by far, was much, much worse.

The pain and agony you've felt through the Force for the past four hours has subsided to a buzz of emptiness and defeat. The light you were connected to that you fought with and for was reduced to a dull hum. Today was a day of failure, and you can't find it in your heart to disagree with it.

Order 66.

The younglings.

Anakin.

Padme.

That's what took root in your mind, rotting away at it like a parasite. You had been watching over the younglings at the request of Master Yoda as they trained. You took that time to meditate, as you always did. Today started no different from any other.

At first, you sensed it in the Force. The overwhelming tyrannizing feeling that made you feel small and insignificant overtook the purified light that filled the Temple. It was like a gas, poisoning everything in its path and filling it, claiming it as its own. You felt death. It hung over your heart like a dark cloud as it continued onwards to every crevice of the place. Then, you heard it, the sound of blaster shots bouncing off the walls.

You felt the oppressing weight of the dark side draw near, and you broke out of your meditative state in an instant. The younglings watched you, their eyes were drawn together, and you could feel the fear emanating from them. They looked up at you as someone much wiser than them to help them and guide them through the surge of dark energy flowing around the Temple. They trusted you. They trusted you with their lives.

The rest of the events remain choppy in your brain, almost like it's fervently trying to suppress such a traumatic event to keep you sane.

Anakin wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to bring the clones that you've grown to accept into your family. The same soldiers you had been off-world not even two weeks ago.

They trusted you.

You fought Anakin, your brother, the only man besides Obi-Wan you would call family. You two caused trouble everywhere you roamed, disappointing the Council in the process, but you didn't care as long as you were together. The blade you once crossed in training was now swinging at you with renewed intent to kill.

You bore witness to the children's screams, their ear-splitting cries for help as they were relentlessly slaughtered. With each calculated shot, you felt their life force snuffed out within seconds. You heard their small bodies fall limp onto the once pristine tile, now covered in crimson liquid spilling from their lifeless bodies, their eyes glassy, reflecting their home's intricately crafted marble ceiling.

You and Anakin dueled, your lightsabers clashing together. The whirls of the bright lights making contact, and the thrumming of the deadly blade, filled your ears like a symphony of cruelty. You should have known you could never beat Anakin in a duel where he was filled with the intent only Sith deal in, something that shook your very being.

Your limbs grew weary from the prolonged fight. Anakin's constant barrage of attacks weighing on you much heavier than you would care to admit. You felt it before you saw it. The feeling of your flesh being boiled from the blow he had dealt you was enough for the pain to cloud your vision, filling your head with an unfamiliar buzz. Your abdomen was scorched straight across, with blood pouring from the wound. The flesh burned as it was met with the polluted air, causing the agony to intensify tenfold. Finally, the pain had caused you to black out entirely.

You were found by Obi-Wan and Master Yoda sometime later, lying in a pool of your own blood. When he awoke you from your unconsciousness, you engulfed Obi-Wan in a hug, desperate for contact after all you and he had witnessed. Your hands clawed at his robes, desperately savoring the warmth and light surrounding you. Master Yoda didn't seem the least surprised, and you were thankful that he had neglected to ask questions about you and him.

Obi-Wan tended to your wounds, placing Bacta Pads across your stomach before wrapping it in gauze. As he did so, he explained the situation to you. You listened, remaining detached from your emotions as he spoke. He left thirty minutes later for Mustafar.

An hour after Order 66, Padme died in childbirth. You were with her, holding her hand as she pushed out twins, her screams of pain ringing in your ears. She used the last of her breath to announce the names of the children, Luke and Leia. Then, her hand, which once gripped yours for dear life, slackened. The once vibrant life force that filled with so much light and love was gone a second later, leaving only a corpse behind. She was gone.

"We're here," Obi-Wan spoke, his voice lacking its usual warmth, prying your mind away from earlier events. He was just as tired and empty as you, having to keep his emotions tight to his chest while Padme died, while Yoda spoke to him of his new purpose, waiting until you two were alone. Where he could open up his heart and express the building agony in it to you. Somewhere where no one could hear or see the great General Kenobi be reduced to nothing more than a man. It was heartbreaking to watch him unravel many times before in the confinement of your apartment, a place where he knew he was safe and at home. But if you asked him, he would say that it was never the place but you that he was most at home with. You are where his heart lies, where he felt like he could be the most authentic version of himself. Not a general, not a Jedi Knight or a Council Member, but just Obi-Wan Kenobi, a man who felt like he was nothing more than a Padawan, stumbling through life with way too many responsibilities placed on his aching shoulders.

Now, with his entire life stolen from him by a man he regarded as a brother, Obi-Wan felt lost for the first time in his life, drifting through the cosmos without a definite purpose for moving forward. The Jedi, the order, as much as it was yours, was his entire life. He knew not of anything else, of being free from the chains the code had placed around his neck. But, with that same chain being severed, the freedom that was once a fantasy is now a reality.

Obi-Wan helped you off the ship and onto the foreign planet to the hotel Senator Organa had put in place for you until you could make it to Tatooine. He also brought Luke to Tatooine for you, insisting that you and he needed a few days to recover. You didn't argue; you followed his instructions like a good Jedi.

Jedi.

That title had been stripped from you the moment Anakin betrayed the ideals he was raised upon.

You made it to the hotel, got your key, and trekked in silence to your shared room. The bedroom was small, with only a single bed to occupy it. The windows looked out into the dreary city, the occasional neon signs flickering.

This place wasn't home. Home was the crowded city of Coruscant, with the constant droning of speeders, the lights that sparkle like glitter in the sun, and the tall buildings that gave the city so much dimension and life. It was nothing like the Temple. But the Temple was gone as well as everyone else who inhabited it, and although you would have remained there to capture a piece of what you once knew, it was unwise and unsafe to do so. The Empire, as they called themselves, have started to lead a galaxy-wide manhunt for every remaining Jedi, with Obi-Wan plastered on the front of it. Luckily for you, they must have assumed you were dead because there was no demand for your arrest. Despite that, you couldn't live as you once did. You died that hour the command was given, and in its place, something that wasn't entirely you took its place, reining over your body with a new name, identity, and persona. Any trace of Y/N was wiped away, leaving F/N to take its place.

The carpet was battered from constant use, the harsh surface cruel to your feet. The beige paint remained intact on the walls but was covered in scruff marks and a lousy paint job. The first thing you did upon entering was scour the room for listening or recording devices. You moved silently through the space, your robes swishing as you moved past each other. When he deemed the room clear, you sat down on the bed.

You and Obi-Wan had brought nothing along except for what was secured to your person, yet another cruel reminder of the Jedi code. He collapsed onto the bed next to you; it squeaked and groaned in protest.

You weren't sure what came next. You had kept your emotions on such a tight leash for the past four hours that you weren't entirely sure what to do now.

"I'm sorry," his voice was barely above a whisper as it cracked. You could sense the suffering ripping away at Obi-Wan's mind, the guilt and regret tearing it apart like child's play. You could physically feel his anguish as if it was your own in your chest, causing your heart to ache further. "It's my fault."

"It's not-" you swallowed the lump in your throat. "It's not your fault Obi-Wan."

His cry is a soft, broken thing- clawing its way out of his throat, escaping the clenched teeth that attempt to cage such emotion from spilling. A few seconds later, his next cry came in much the same way. You wrap your arms around him, and it seems to break the dam holding his tears at bay. He collapses within your arms, his sobs ripping from his throat. The emotion of guilt fills the room to its entirety, and you feel tears of your own prick in your eyes.

"I couldn't save them," your voice teeters on the edge of collapse, and in response, Obi-Wan dips his head further into your shoulder. You hear his voice, smooth and patient, coated in his high Corocanti accent in your mind. It echoed through the walls of your brain, leaving a gentle reminder of his signature behind.

You did the best you could.

It's not your fault.

Don't blame yourself.

"You should take your own advice." You laugh, although your laughter lacks any humor as you descend into soft cries of your own. A broken little sound of laughter from Obi-Wan drifts into your ears. It's muffled by your bloody robes, and your heart twists in your chest. It is heartbreaking to see Obi-Wan be reduced to nothing more than a man, with so much pent-up sadness and regret that it would break any man, no less a Jedi. But Obi-Wan wasn't any man. That was proved when he watched the footage of Anakin telling the clones to fire upon children, even slaughtering some amidst your battle.

He still believed he could save Anakin from the darkness that clouded over his mind.

But now, after leaving the person he once called family to die, he was left with the feeling of failure twisting in his chest.

You and Obi-Wan remained in that position for what felt like hours, silently comforting each other while your signatures wrapped like tendrils around each other's minds, soothing the other in the most intimate way possible.

Together, you two would remain as you started your new lives in these uncharted territories, far away from the place you once called home. You knew this journey would be difficult and would take more of a toll on you than the war, but as long as the former Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi held you in his arms so tenderly, it made you weak in your knees, that for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you would get through this.

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ackerslut · 8 months

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some obi-wan fans are insane like they hear the slightest critique of how he trained his padawan and it's a fucking world war in the fandom like how DARE anyone assume he was anything less than perfect!! obviously anakin was the WORST (he was like, a child btw) and obi-wan didn't even wanna train him 😭😭and also qui-gon was MEAN to him

and then the second ashoka and anakin come up in a conversation its all HE WAS THE WORST TEACHER EVER (he was like 19 and barely a knight) he ABUSED HER and TRAUMATIZED HER and like

i think you can look at the narrative and clearly see that the cycle of abuse is there (i mean the order literally sent teenagers into a warzone) but to look at these two guys and literally suck the dick of one of them so hard that they're beyond criticism for anything that they ever did while looking at the other and going OH WELL HE WAS EVIL THE WHOLE TIME

is missing the point.

#anyway i have a fun and totally normal take on ashoka and anakin's relationship and how i wish the fucking clown wars tv show didn't exist #but that's another post #anakin skywalker

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padme-amitabha · 2 years

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The only reason why your shitty films (the prequels) are even well liked today is CLONE WARS that’s why Hayden came back because anakin was finally a loved character because of CLONE WARS and Padme was finally a misogynist free character in the show, every character in the prequels have interchangeable dialogue because it’s boring (except for yoda for obvious reasons) and aside from sidious and obi wan rots is a overrated film, like I said tcw saved the prequels and tcw>pt and ashoka>padme☺️☺️☺️

Awww this must be your lucky day that I'm bothering to answer this instead of blocking you straight away like I should. People like you are the reason child actors are bullied and creators are forced to sell their stories.

The only reason why your shitty films (the prequels) are even well liked today is CLONE WARS

Because there are so many people like you who don't have the brains to understand what a movie is conveying and the style OR theme of the original films. But forget all that because YOU like to see the characters in someone else's story the way you want them to be, right? Quantity is not ✨quality✨ .

that’s why Hayden came back because anakin was finally a loved character because of CLONE WARS

Is that why you TCW stans erased the character he played? And prefer Matt Lanter as Anakin to the point even his face was used as inspiration for Anakin in some games and Anakin Pop funko. If anything it was erasing Hayden's Anakin in favor of your STEREOTYPICAL smooth, likable "hero". TCW is just fixing complaints about the character. How is it a good story if you have to change original characters based on what some fans think? You got fanfiction for that. Anakin never needed to be loved. GL wanted Vader to be understood. To be loved or liked just means fan service to your personal headcanons about Vader.

and Padme was finally a misogynist free character in the show

Because a woman who wanted to raise a family, didn't feel like living and chose not to but don't let her and rob her of making her own choices am I right? Shame her for making her own choices and prefer killing her by a man? Also, sideline her from being the main character to make space for a younger, more "fun" one. Portray her as jealous and petty and more open to entertaining men like her exes when she showed no signs of it before? Make her only involved in plots related to her work than showing what she personally likes or taking breaks and living? PEAK feminism. Forcing her to live and ignore her depression and feelings because women can't feel emotions am I right? I feel like it's femininity as a whole you guys hate and just want female characters to be more masculine to be strong.

every character in the prequels have interchangeable dialogue because it’s boring (except for yoda for obvious reasons)

Oops, I think I have seen the way TCW characters act in many MANY shows. Charming, suave, himbo, perfect guy with anger issues? His workaholic, too serious love interest who is so sick of her man? A new character close to the intended audience's age introduced just to be "relatable" who is just too perfect (and initially cartoonishly annoying). Actually, the main characters in TCW are caricatures and stereotypes. They may be LIKABLE to people like you but there's nothing unique about them. They seem more relatable because that's the kind of characters you are used to seeing.

I don't expect you to take the time to read but every prequel character has a unique voice in the prequels, especially in the books. Unlike TCW Anakin, movie Anakin isn't likable because not ALL heroes need to be and also lose duels. He is the Chosen One but he isn't overpowered. He is a hero but he is afraid. He is strong but he gets emotional. He is conflicted, stuck between following orders and wanting to rebel, Padme is stuck between wanting a family and going back to Naboo. Obi-Wan is stuck between wanting to be a brother to Anakin and also a strict Master seeing his struggles. The characters in the prequels are unique and not always likable and there's nothing wrong with that. What's wrong is fans like you wanting a world with overpowered Mary Sues and Gary Stus and wish fulfillment.

Obvious reasons? Because we saw him duel? That's all what SW is about to you, isn't it? Poor Geoge wasting so much time with research and effort when all he had to do was release some games so you guys can enjoy DUELS and badassness.

and aside from sidious and obi wan rots is a overrated film like I said tcw saved the prequels and tcw>pt and ashoka>padme☺️☺️☺️

"For obvious reasons" I can see why you would fail to notice every single detail of the film and the depth and how it faithfully follows the other sw movies.

Yes, a fourteen year old character who is just the female version of the main character in terms of personality is much better than a flawed, complex woman inspired by historical works and mythological figures. Are you sure you wouldn't rather be reading fanfiction with OCs instead?

TCW DID save the prequels for people like you. It was made to dumb down the story so younger audiences AND people like you can understand and appreciate the story. 😊

Please stop sending opinions to blogs that don't share your opinion. You got your own space for that. I mean what was the point of this? So we would change our opinions based on what YOU think? I think we can all think for ourselves. Adios.

#ask #lol please tcw fans if you don't share my opinion keep it to yourself'#don't send pointless asks

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moonssugar · 2 years

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so i’m noticing all the jedi defenders are logging on. uhhm. (long and rambling)

we don’t have to get extreme and say they all deserved to be murdered in order to realize they still got problems. the jedi as an organization is flawed theologically in my opinion — getting personal here but ive got plenty of experience with groups/orgs that read well on the surface (guardians of peace and justice) but aren’t structurally, ideologically or theologically sound (the jedi code for starters), that don’t always meet their adherents needs and loose sight of the most basic needs like companionship, love, proper mental health etc instead of enlightened platitudes. i have beef with how jedi view what they experience as the the all encompassing force underlying everything (largely in strictly in black and white, sure theres the ‘living force’ and ‘cosmic force’ but there’s a sharp divide because of their history with the sith). how they reject and try to suppress any view on the force that doesnt match their own (this is not exclusive to dark side stuff either)

dunno if this is still canon but im pretty sure the jedi automatically have custody over any force sensitive child in the republic? or how they send the kids that dont pass the exams to work camps under harsh conditions for the rest of their lives? are we gonna talk about that?

i see people saying “well millions of other jedi were able to follow the rules, why couldn’t anakin? there’s nothing wrong with the jedi! just because he couldnt obey” i mean hes not the only one to defect and/or join the dark side. the way people view the jedi that leave puts a bad taste in my mouth; they all have their own reasons for leaving and yes sometimes that means the jedi as an organization is at fault. i think also in terms of ashoka leaving the order that often it is the jedi or jedi counsel’s fault. it reminds me of how people view apostates or ex religious folks, as a threat to the image of thing they left and people immediately go into defense to shirk any criticism or responsibility. brings me to another point about the counsel: the jedi have deeply flawed leadership too and tbh that deserves its own post and in depth research because theres a lot.

basically like. dont go blindly defending a huge religious organization even if its fictional. if real life has taught us anything…yeah the good doesnt always outweigh the bad or sometimes even come close. holding organizations like that responsible is the responsible thing to do, noticing their flaws and talking about them is healthy. not to resurrect the author but im pretty sure george lucas intended for the jedi to be flawed. theyre not blameless or perfect at the end of the day, theyre not fascists or evil incarnate, they didnt deserve literal genocide either but they are intrinsically flawed and that causes problems and drives the plot. thats okay to acknowledge

#im a jedi critic actually!#some of the jedi defender posts are genuinely unsettling from a …certain pov and lived experience #idk man sure the jedi had some Points but they got a boat load of Problems too #jedism can be beautiful it can also be very fucked #thats the tea #given the choice now that im older id join the alliance rather than the jedi #i actually used to want to be a jedi when i was young bc who doesnt? but in my 20s now ive gotten a little more critical #lightsabers and being connected with the universe is still very cool though #but all the other hangups that come with it? i’ll pass #star wars #jedi critical #jedi #jedism

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“Nobody calls me 'Princess ’ and keeps their kneecaps.” (From leia to Padme ) @arandomnerdsrp358

Padme could feel the edges of her mouth creeping up at the edges of her lips hearing the little girl’s words. Leia could be cruel with words,but she never lied. Luke had had no clue why his sister had punched a fellow youngling when she asked the child now sitting in the nearly deserted infirmary. There was a list of insults that had been picked up on by even Obi-wan observing. The pale color of the old man’s face had made him seem nearly translucent and those big eyes looking close to popping out of the confines of their sockets. A look she hadn’t witnessed since the moment he had realized she was in labor all those years ago. This was all Anakin’s vibrato in this look of pure certainty. It was more intimidating than any nine year should be able to muster. Padme had spent years schooling her features and words as a means of getting what was necessary. It was why she expressed herself only through the tight coils of braids accentuating her face and lips painted a ruby red only similar to blood or the darkness of Sith lightsabers. It was so very difficult for her not melt against the coldness such a phrase clearly brought. Leia was a princess after all, but the child had always idolized the Jedi and been more calculating than dreamy eyed like her elder brother. She had wanted Leia to have all the options in the world. She could be like Ashoka taking the galaxy by storm or she could play princess at parties. It wasn’t her prophetical future for being a girl. It was part of why she forgone so many other monikers for her child in favor of little warrior. Feminity could be the saving life raft of a world who denied its powers. Still, no one complimented her son only on his looks or even brought it up first. Why should this doe eyed child be forced to be boiled down to a pawn in a game she hadn’t asked to play. There would be other force sensitives or adoring fans that would just after this tiny child. That was what people who paved the way did. “Lele, you know that you need to use your words. Your uncle taught you better then to use your training unless absolutely necessary and especially not on a fellow youngling who you know didn’t mean any harm. I’ll give you that he’s incredibly naive, but you don’t win people by beating them to a pulp. Show him your power. Hold your head up high. Be the top of your class and show him that you can have a crown of perfect plaits and still be the prodigy you are. Though I’m going to have to confiscate Lola and limit your time with any of the other droids. You understand? Does your cheek hurt ,love? Part of me wants to fight him myself for hurting you though you started this war. It was a natural consequence.”

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Argumentative.

After Ashoka leaves the order, Zeerleah vents her frustrations to Obi-Wan.

Zeerleah knocked the door of Obi-Wan’s quarters so hard her knuckles hurt, She was angry and was going to let him know.

The doors slid open, Obi-Wan was standing in front of her, a cup of caf in his hand.

“Zeerleah..” He greets, sounding tired “Now isn’t a great time.”

“Now is a perfect time.”

She didn’t wait for a invitation to his room and stepped inside

“How dare you?” She asked as the doors slid closed

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows raise “How dare I what?”

“Ashoka.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“And therein lies the problem.” Zeerleah gritted her teeth “She was on trail and you did nothing.”

“Zee..”

“This is why I left, you know that?” She gestures wildly with her hands, frustrated with everything “A young girl is facing life in prison and the council turns on her with no second thought and when it's relieved they were wrong..” She scoffs “Oh don’t worry Ashoka, it was your trail, the Force wanted this.”

“Zeerleah..” Obi-Wan’s tone was that of warning “The council made their decision.”

“And they were wrong!”

Her anger in the Force made Obi-Wan’s mug vibrate, the caf spilled over the side.

“Ashoka has lived here since she was a child and first, The Council send her off to be a solider…”

She started to pace, stomping her boots with each step.

“How many of us have died in this war, Obi?” She turned quickly on her heels “And for what?”

“We serve the republic..you know this.”

“They have their clones.”

She bit her tongue about arguing about that, that was a topic for another time.

“It isn’t your place to do why we do what we do.”

“But it is yours.” She met his eyes, they were bloodshot with fatigue “Qui-Gon would have argued against it.”

He blinked in surprise, she had crossed a line and she wished she hadn’t.

Or maybe she did, she didn’t know, she wanted to argue with him, scream at him.

She’d scream at the whole damn council if she had too.

“Two years Obi..” She pointed a finger at the viewport, to the city outside “Two fucking years we’ve been fighting this war and it seems for every step forwards we take a dozen back.”

“I know it seems pointless but think of all the lives-”

She cut him off

“All the lives?” She clicked her tongue “Think of all the dead, The hundreds of clones who have died, But I suppose they don’t count, do they?”

“Zee!” He puts his mug down and walks towards her “You're upset about Ashoka..”

“Don’t tell me how I feel!”

Once again the anger in the Force, shaking the mug, this time causing it to fall over. It worried Obi-Wan, she could feel it.

“This war cost the Jedi Order one of its greatest members…and he didn’t once raise his lightsaber in battle.”

Her voice quivers, She misses Master Kano now more than ever.

“All my life I have followed the Tenents of the Order..Even when it hurt me..” She took a deep breath “But the Senate clicks their fingers and suddenly we’re generals…sending children to die.”

“Zee..” Obi-Wan puts a hand on her shoulder, softly and waits, before placing the other hand on the other shoulder “Trust me I have had this argument in my head a thousand times and everytime I reach the same conclusion.”

“Which is?”

“There is a sith lord at the head of the beast and the Jedi are the only people who can stop it.”

“We don’t even know who Sidious is.”

She shrugs his hands off and heads back towards the door

“And since you Jedi Masters are all about bullshit riddles..” She glares at him “Perhaps we can’t see the forest for the trees.”

The doors slid open and she walked out.

Leaving Obi-Wan wondering what the hell he was going to do.

#OC: Zeerleah Phys #Obi-Wan Kenobi #star wars fanfiction #playing with the idea that Zee catches on two who Sidious is #I used the wrong too but icba to change it

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firstsportssharkbagel · 2 months

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jedijesi · 3 years

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#thank you you’re a legend!#absolute perfection #dave filoni #disney #baby yoda #star wars #the child #din djarin #disney +#disney plus #pedro pascal #the Mandalorian #Mandalorian #the Jedi #Jedi #ashoka #ashoka tano #rosario dawson

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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If you’re still taking requests (feel no pressure to do this) 14 with Obi-wan and a knight Anakin because that sounds very much like him

A fluff prompt!! I’m so excited, thank you! 🤍

From this various prompts list.

Requests are currently closed.

Obi-Wan Kenobi had not slept in three nights, and his Lineage was not happy about it.

Ahsoka and Anakin watched with narrowed eyes from a balcony as the Jedi Master mingled with the crowd, smiling softly at anyone who engaged his attention, keeping close to the side of Chancellor Palpatine and Vice Chair Mas Amedda.

For a man who was running on very little sleep and hardly any sustenance, Obi-Wan was managing to maintain the image of the perfect Jedi — civil, humble, charming, wise. Power concealed just below the surface.

Every so often, Palpatine would draw the Jedi deeper into some conversation or other, or pat him on the shoulder in a strangely paternal fashion.

“Why does he keep doing that?” Ahsoka hissed to her Master. “Master Kenobi hates strangers touching him!”

“The Chancellor isn’t a stranger,” Anakin said defensively. But he watched again as Palpatine settled a hand on his former Master’s arm and saw the slight tension creasing Obi-Wan’s forehead, and had to concede that Obi-Wan was feeling uncomfortable. “But yeah. I don’t think the Chancellor knows, he wouldn’t do it if he did. He’s probably just too used to working with me instead. We’re more like friends.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. “And would he have let you go home by now? We were supposed to be able to leave almost two hours ago.”

Anakin sighed. He leaned on the railing, absentmindedly picking at a carved design in the metal with his mech hand, creating a small clicking noise. He scanned the room again, searching for unlikely threats, and then returned his gaze to his Master and his friend, still penned in the center of a colorful crowd all waiting for attention. To see and be seen. Vultures.

Obi-Wan had more patience for this sort of thing, it was true, but it was apparent to those who knew him well — to Anakin — that he was run ragged. That every new face turning in his direction, awed and pettily delighted by meeting both the Supreme Chancellor and a High Jedi General, was another weight on his shoulders.

Anakin glanced over at his Padawan. Ahsoka’s eyes lit up as she saw the look in his eyes.

“How do you wanna do this?” she asked, tapping her fingers excitedly on the banister. “I know you like explosions, but if you set something off, Master Obi-Wan will definitely have to flee with the Chancellor to safety and then he’ll be gone for ages.��

“You’re right, Snips,” Anakin said, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He ruffled his hair proudly, ignoring Ahsoka’s eye roll, and said, “So I’ll take a leaf from Obi-Wan’s book. I’ll just go right down there and use my words.”

Anakin beamed.

Ahsoka looked as if she suddenly preferred an explosion.

“Yes, hi, hello, excuse me, coming through, yep, pardon me, just walking here,” Anakin threw scattered, inane apologies in every direction as he plowed a path right through the entire gala.

Ahsoka trailed in his wake, smiling awkwardly at the people who scattered with startled looks and scowling ferociously at those who dared look cross.

Obi-Wan spotted them first. He was deep in conversation with a representative from the Core, but his blue eyes flickered to them briefly and his smile became slightly taut; he raised one of his hands in what might have passed for a wave but was, to his Padawans, a clear signal to turn around.

Anakin disregarded this subtle warning immediately.

He strolled directly up to Obi-Wan, bowed slightly, and put a hand on the Master’s shoulder, smiling blindingly at the representative. “Good evening. I’m afraid it’s time for Master Kenobi to depart. The Jedi thank you for your time.”

The representative raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Palpatine, on the other hand, suddenly popped up right beside them, a wide smile on his grandfatherly face. “Anakin, Knight Skywalker, how good to see you! I thought you’d gone home hours ago, why, surely you need your rest after that last campaign.”

Anakin kept a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Ahsoka shifted to stand behind them, smiling a little too widely, the points of her teeth glinting, at anyone who looked at them askance.

“We had quite the victory,” Anakin agreed. He preened slightly. But — “And you’re right, Chancellor, we do need our rest. General Kenobi has served very well, and we’re all eager to rest and prepare for our next deployment.”

Palpatine’s smile widened still further. “Ah, yes. General Kenobi is an incredible public servant, he’s such a delight to have at events such as these.”

This time it was Anakin who tensed slightly. Ahsoka sidled up surreptitiously and linked her arm with Master Obi-Wan’s, flanking him between them, drawn up as tall as she could make herself.

Anakin looked intently at Palpatine, trying to communicate to his friend that now was not the time for politics. He’d thought this would be easy, but the Chancellor seemed determined to keep Kenobi with him all evening. The crowd had begun to disperse, realizing they weren’t going to be receiving any attention for awhile, but they milled about nearby, clearly listening in.

“I—” Obi-Wan began, but Anakin decided to risk his Master’s wrath and just cut him right off.

“And he and I are always happy to be invited by such gracious hosts!” he blurted out quickly. “But sadly, we will have to wait for another invitation before we get the chance to enjoy one another’s company. We really do have to be going.”

Palpatine studied him for a moment.

Go on, Anakin urged him silently. Please. Come on. You know we want to leave.

The silence dragged.

“Master Kenobi,” Palpatine said warmly, turning to Obi-Wan, and Anakin felt a wave of relief. “What do you say? Shall we… let you out of your duties for the sake of your valiant friends?”

Oh, what the fuck?

It had the ring of a joke but was worded like a trap. And Anakin could see, in slow-motion, the flicker of resignation and bitterness deep in Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, just behind the friendly smile, and knew what was about to happen if he didn’t do something about it.

Anakin let out a loud laugh and clapped Obi-Wan on the shoulder again. “Sorry, everyone. We’re on a time crunch, we have to get back in time for dessert.”

Ahsoka laughed, too, and clung a little tighter to Obi-Wan’s arm.

Obi-Wan looked somewhere between confused and horror struck.

Palpatine’s smile froze.

Anakin chuckled and waved at the surrounding crowd, shrugging in a you-know-how-it-is sort of way. “Hey, he promised us milkshakes. General I may be, but I still demand my old Master fulfill his promises of unhealthy desserts.”

“Hey, I think out of everyone, I deserve milkshakes the most!” Ahsoka interjected, her tone teasing.

A few of the politicians shot her amused smiles. Ordinarily she would have bristled, but in this instance she just shot them knowing, conspiratorial looks, like a child deliberately making mischief. There was a ripple of laughter.

“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “I think I definitely took out the most droids.”

“Riiiight,” said Ashoka. “After I took out the battlement. By myself.”

They ribbed back and forth. The gala was eating it up, their faces amused and indulgent, intrigued by the display of youthful frivolity and friendship the Jedi were giving them. Obi-Wan was still pinned between them, rooted helplessly to the spot.

Anakin looked back at the Chancellor, expecting a smile.

Instead he got a blank expression — which quickly turned into a loud bark of laughter and a grandfatherly grin. He clapped his hands to gain the attention of the crowd and said, “Oh, I believe our brave Hero and his friends have earned themselves a night out for something as innocent and delightful as milkshakes, don’t you say?”

The crowd laughed and nodded; there was scattered applause, and it was done.

Anakin winked at the Chancellor and then turned on the spot, he and Ahsoka striding out the room with Obi-Wan trapped in the middle, waving and bowing at anyone who smiled in their direction.

The three of them escaped out of the ballroom, down the flight of stairs, and out onto the grand balcony overlooking the landing platform, where their ship was waiting in the semi-darkness of the Coruscant night.

Anakin and Ahsoka turned at the same time to look at Obi-Wan, each of them still holding on to one of the Master’s arms.

There was a long silence.

Obi-Wan stared tiredly down at the speeder for a very long time.

Anakin looked at his Padawan nervously.

But then Obi-Wan’s lips twitched beneath his beard, and then he chuckled, and then he burst into uproarious laughter. The sound was infectious; relieved and excited, the other two clung to him and laughed, all of them half-leaning on the railing, cackling like idiots.

They laughed until they ran out of breath, and then laughed a little more.

After a long while, Obi-Wan disentangled his arms from their controlling grips but immediately settled them back, one on Anakin’s shoulder and the other resting on Ahsoka’s back. “I think,” he said, “I promised you milkshakes. Dex’s?”

“Oh, I definitely remember you saying that!” Ahsoka said. “Dex’s is great.”

“Yeah, and you also definitely said you’d pay,” Anakin wheedled.

“No,” Obi-Wan said firmly.

“Awww. Worth a shot,” Anakin whispered to his Padawan.

Obi-Wan smiled. “I said I’d pay for Ahsoka’s. You, my Knighted former Padawan, can pay for your own dessert.”

Ahsoka cheered. Anakin groaned. They strolled off into the night, ambling without haste or urgency or fear, connected by light touches of the hands and arms, and by something deeper and unseen and familial.

There would be time for the war and politics later.

Right now, they were late for dessert.

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thefanbasewhore · 3 years

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“Mine.”

Summary: Din says goodbye to reader and Grogu but once they are reunited Din has mixed feels about the situation, jealous of Luke.

Warning/content: Angst, Jealous!Din, fighting between Din and Luke and reader and Din, Jedi!Reader. Din accuses reader of cheating. Nothing too spicey unless you guys would like a second part ? But would recommend 18+, Season 2 spoilers

Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader

Master list. || Part 2.

There's a shift on tension in the room, it didn't go unnoticed much like the feeling of your own heart breaking. It's breaking for Grogu, for Din, your Mandolorian, who stands tall, strong despite the crushing feeling inside his chest. He's helmetless in a room full of people for the first time ever willingly, he does it for the boy, the child he loves.

It's the first time you see his face, his hair is messy but it's cute, brown in color with small ringlets that curl against the base of his neck, his eyes are expresso brown, smooth curve of his nose is small but prominent, lips pink and form the perfect pout, small hairs from his mustache curling across his top lip. He is so incredibly handsome, but your sorrow won't let you see that, there is no time to think about. The child presses a soft touch against his square jaw, in his own way of saying, "I see you."

This makes tears even well up in your own eyes as he looks over Din's shoulder, reaching out for you. The last thing you expect when Din head turns over his shoulder to look at you are the matching tears. It's hard to stop, squeezing his eyes shut as he bites his bottom lip, chewing at it nervously.

The two strides it takes to finally reach them is like the longest walk of your life, your head rests against the Mandalorian's chest piece as you take the small guy into your arms, squeezing him close. The sob that falls from your lips doesn't go unnoticed as Din presses his large, gloved hand to your back, rubbing it in comfort. "Be good, little one." It's whispered as you hold him cheek to cheek. "You're going to do so well."

"Don't be afraid." Din's fingers find the child, placing him on the ground, knowing well you wouldn't be able to.

Grogu's eyes met yours with confusion as the Jedi picks him up. There's an unknown feeling within you, almost like you can feel his sadness but also excitement of learning once again. It makes you worried as his eyes peer at you, head tilting to the side. He's trying to tell you something, but you just can't hear it.

It isn't strong, actually you like to think your connection to the force as a small, annoying dangling thread stuck to the bottom of someone's boot that is always there, no matter how much they pull or prod it just falls through fingers but then again you never had a chance to learn from anyone.

All eyes are on you, breaking from your trance like thought as to look up to meet Din's eyes then Luke's, realizing they were directed towards you. "Did you say something?"

"Are you coming too?" Luke's words make you confused, eyebrows narrowing with a frown. The thought alone is enough to feel a ball in your throat, despite the words you’ve spoken, his intensions were clear from the start.

“You need training too." Din's hand stiffens against your lower back, chest momentarily at a pause as he realizes what is happening. He knew about this, even though you were clueless of what the force is, you knew it was in you, had told him and Ashoka questioned it about it only days ago. Never had he thought he'd loose both of the people that mean the most to him on the same day, it was almost..unbearable. A pregnant silence falling between everyone, Din can’t speak, he pauses, words trembling in his throat as he looks to you with pouty eyes.

Eyes meet Din's, shaking your head pressing yourself deeper into his chest. A familiar place that was warm, safe, How could you ever leave him? "No, I'm staying here."

"Go." Din urges, the hand applying just enough pressure toward the Jedi, trying to explain his words, it was okay. His flushes his own forehead against yours as he tilts your face towards his own, kissing the hair line softly. "Don't let me stop you, you need training."

"But --."

"I'll see you again, I swear by it." He promises, hands cup your cheeks, bringing your lips to his own. Fresh, new tears slip past both of sets of eyes. Goodbyes were never easy but necessary, destiny has written it long ago and Din Djarin of all people knows that. The kiss is soft, but you can't seem to pull yourself away pressing a few more in their wake. The movement of his arms wrapping around your waist lifts your feet from the ground as he hugs you close. Lips tickle your ear as he whispers, "I'll see you soon sweet girl, don't forget how strong you are."

"I love you." It's the first time the words are said, while his heart squeezes in joy, but mouth dries at the words he's always wanted to hear, he wishes you never said them, it makes good bye so much harder.

"I love you." He answers back truthfully, using the back of his hand to wipe the sizzling trail of tears from his cheek as you step away. Grogu reaches out almost instantly for his mother, the familiarity is more comforting then the stranger’s arms. You follow the Jedi when reaching the loft and turn around waving at your Mandalorian one more time. Din can't find himself to return it, shoulders leaning forward compensating for the pain he feels in his heart. It's heavy, putting all of his trust into one man but at least you and Grogu had each other.

You are barely able to suppress the shriek that is mumbles against your lips as the base of Luke's foot comes in contact with your chest, pushing you from the advantage you finally gained. While you try to reach for him he’s too fast, too skilled as he swiftly moves from the counter attack.

"Ugh!" The sound ripples from your raw throat as the pair circle each other, waiting for the next move, lightsabers in the air, it's a waiting game. "Stop doing that it's not fair!"

"Why isn't it fair? You left it open. Do better."

You huff, "I have boobs! Well who knows anymore? After that."

The last few months have not only been the most terrifying of your life but also the most exciting, borderline exhilarating. At first it wasn’t noticeable, arms would ache for holding the saber in the air for a few minutes but with every passing day it became lighter and lighter until you moved with uttermost swiftness, the saber a feather in your hands. Never had you thought you would love to fight, being able to finally control the owner within. Luke had become family, taking you in and helping you. It has been quite difficult, Luke was a perfectionist at best, he was not happy unless everything was done right, which once made you sore and cry, but looking back at it now, you have mastered so much. The amount of long hours of sitting at the table trying to pass a stupid apple back and forth, learning to be silent, trying to sneak up on an opponent but now it’s easy, all thanks to Luke but still to this day you can't even look at an apple, let alone eat it.

Even though he is picky, you understand. He has made you strong, happy to learn about the very thing you understand nothing about. It’s safe to say you were ignorant, taking advantage of the gift given to you.

Luke rolls his eyes, the green saber retreating back into the canister as he tucks it back into his belt. "Training is done for now."

Your head tilts in understanding, tucking away the bright light until is clicks into the holder attached to your belt. There's a lingering silence, figuring it’s a silent dismissal turning to return home but Luke's voice stops you. "Padawan?"

"Yes Master?"

"I sent out word to your Mandolorian." The smile drops from your face almost instantly, serious eyes look over his own for the lie, for the joke as if he would break into laughter but he didn't. He's still as he gives a shy smile, you tense instantly, heart stuttering inside your chest, it must be a joke. Your about to curse, tell him it's not funny but he beats you to it. "I sent out days ago, he is due any day now."

"You're serious? It's not funny --."

"You have done well, you exceeded my expectations. You deserve to have some time off. You and Grogu, it's been months." You squeal excitedly, the smile crinkles eyes, almost hurts because it's been so long since you felt genuine happiness.

"Now come, the little one is waiting."

Dinner has to be your favorite time of the day, only because after the relief your aching body gets, sore, black and blue but strong, you’re capable of more than you’ve ever known to be. Luke always reminds you, never lets you falter, never lets you have the chance to doubt yourself, he’s always there to remind you much you’ve accomplished but there is always more to learn. He's a good master, fair but authoritative when need be, he's shown you so much but had given you so much more: a purpose, a friend.

With dinner came relief but also meant you could see Grogu, he hasn't grown much physically but the force has made him powerful, such a small creature to have so much but it is so different with him. While the force only touched you, it seems to run through Grogu's veins, it's so natural to him.

Luke is right next to you, sitting in the uncomfortable excuse of a chair but happy none the less as Grogu sits in the middle of the table in front of his plate with a coo, large black eyes peering up at his master, head tilting. "What's wrong little one?"

You don't need the force to feel what he's thinking, you communicated with this little guy way before all of this feeling though the force mumbo jumbo. The force was never needed to feel him, understand the boy. Reaching over to Luke's plate with a cheeky smile using your own fork to poke the potato. "He likes the hash."

Both of you are so occupied the hole of silence the hall falls into is unoticed, the heavy steps of boots that haunt your dreams. The Mandalorian seems so big in the hall, all the basker gives off the illusion of large broad shoulders, a thick trunk that matches the man underneath, he’s intimidating as eyes shift off him quickly to return back to their meal, no one would dare try a Mandalorian, even trained Jedi. Din eyes meet the back of your head, heart thumping in anticipation of seeing his love again. It's been seven months, seven agonizing, brutal months without his family. Any other man would go insane but this very moment is the reason he continued to fight, when he received the message from Luke he couldn’t believe it. Seven months with no communication, your voice haunted his dreams just wanting to hear it one more time.

But now, he feels his heart drop, his own body filling with dread, anxiety at the close proximity of you and the Jedi, faces inches away in conversation. The way small dimples pop through as you smile shyly at him, Luke's own laugh as he leans closer to Grogu.

The sight of him alone is enough to have Din choked up if it wasn't for the way Luke reached for your fork, feeding Grogu a few bites, whatever he didn't eat was taken into his own mouth. When his lips close around the fork Din's fist bunch at his sides, it was too intimate for teacher and student. That's his girl, his son he is feeding.

You do however notice how Luke's head turns in the direction behind you, but continue talking eyes narrowing to question why. He's not paying attention to your words only smiling, like he knows something you don’t. When there's no answer you decide to look yourself, at first you don't register that Din is only feet away, dead center of the hall. Head snaps back in a double take as anticipation makes your heart flutter, emotion fills your throat making it hard to speak, even move.

Feet register before your brain has the opportunity to, running towards him with a loud laugh of joy. He has to brace himself for the impact when you jump on him, a small 'ooof' leaving his lips as he catches the weight. Arms support you from under thighs, holding close as your legs tighten around his waist.

Your smile is wide, never ending the most as he holds the blushing skin of your cheek, the other hand on the underneath skin of your thighs holding you to the basker clad chest. Beautiful, absolutely breath taking. He's seen this in his dreams, reuniting with you but this is too real, the soft flesh expanding on his palm is too soft. The sight of you after so long is euphoric, its hard to breath with you so close, to concentrate on anything but the way your lips curl into a smile, eyes so lovingly with unshed tears. It's a relief to see you so alive and well, stronger under his own strength but as soft he remembers.

"I missed you Cyar'ika." It's breathlessly whispered into the vocoder, static chokes his words but it may be the tremble in his throat as a hand knots into hair to pull you closer.

"Oh." You mumble under your breath with as realize the stares that follow you, quickly you lower your feet to the ground but your hand never leaves his forearm, clenching the underneath, tunic crumpling in your hands. Now that he's here you never want to let go. "Come see Grogu."

Din can't even get a word out as he's pulled towards the table, he nods, acknowledging Luke despite the tension he manifests. The reunion warms your heart, it makes it harder not to crying as you feel Grogu's emotions run through you. He feels love.. he's excited extending his arms with grapy hands.

With no hesitation the child is once again reunited with the basker clad man.. his truthful father. It's a sigh of relief that falls from Din that makes you smile up at him. Din reaches over with his free hand, cupping your cheek. No words were said, not in the presence of a stranger but it's shown in the way his thumb moves across the smooth skin of your cheek.

The moment he entered the room darkness cascades over them, small, familiar hands press against the the basker that covers his head, a silent ask for permission. "Cyar'ika, it's --."

"I can't believe you're here, I missed you so much love." Din's eyes close so tightly at the words, he doesn't want to stop you. He wants to feel your skin pressed against his, he swears he's almost knocked off his feet when the helmet falls to the ground with a loud thump lips brusingly hard against his own.

"Sweet -." He tries to speak against but is met with the softness again, tongue seeking permission against his bottom lip.

"Missed you." Lips press against his jaw, following to his neck sucking softly on the smooth skin. A small, choked moan falls from his lips as you nip at the junction between his clavicle and throat.

The feeling of welted skin has you raising your head up in confusion, fingers taking place of your lips to feel the healing skin. It's not a scar or a wound but purposely put there, as you trace it with your fingers you begin to paint a small picture with the raised lines.

"It's a symbol of leadership along my people." He answers, hands reaching up to gently wrap around your wrist, bringing it to press against his cheek. His next words almost as unexpected as learning he has a new tattoo on his neck. "Would you like to see it?"

"But the creed.." you mumble, eyes roaming over the slightest curve of his face the darkness of allows as he pushes you to straddle his lap, his other hand running over the expanding skin of your thigh.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before my love." He's referring to the moment before you and the child left him, kissing him goodbye. "The creed is broken but I am a Mandalorian, nothing will change that."

"But, I ugh." The words are not of the man you knew almost a year ago, but show maturity, experience has formed him into a new person but nonetheless he still is yours.

It's just dawned on you now, while you were growing with power was so was Din. The lightsaber pressing against your outer thigh reminded you of it, while you have gained one, Din had ruled with one. Every new experience, lesson, moments spent crying Din has had similar, except his people depend on him for survival.

"Oh my God." You mumble under your breath, eyes widening in shock. His words, the tattoo meaning, the new signet pressed into his chest, the thicker tunic decorated with a gold pattern, you were so busy just concentrating the fact he was here, you never bothered to look at the changes, the clues. Two large horns soldered into his helmet you never noticed until now poke against your ankle. "You actually did it? I though you didn't want it."

"It's my responsibility to my people to get our home back. Once you left I had nothing but them, Bo-Katan has been helping me. We are so close Cyar'ika." Din presses his forehead against the skin of your shoulder, breathing deeply. "I can't wait to show you."

"So close to what?"

"Not hiding anymore, to regaining Mandalore." The words make your skin warm, a soft smile filled with admiration, proudness. "I'm building a home for us."

"You have changed Din."

"So have you Cyare. You look so well, feel so strong. You are where you’ve always belonged." He is right, there's something that changes in the air when you are nearby now; a power that follows you, makes everyone fear the presence but he loves it. "I wish I could have been here to see it. I dream of when we will be together again."

"Can I see?" The words are unsure, despite his earlier words old habits die hard, promising never to look unless he wants it, it was his choice, never yours.

"Please." It's soft, tender as you shakily wobble on legs to walk across the room, fingers ghost over the switch before a loud knock against the door makes even Din's stomach drop.

"Padawan?" Luke's voice makes Din scowl, what is it with this guy?

"Yes Master?" The way you answer so quickly with little regard towards Din has him swollowing loudly, jealousy searing his veins, it makes his forehead hot.

"While I have promised you a break the day is still not over, training will continue."

"Be right out." It's quick, the kiss pressed against his lips, it has him reaching out to hold you again but you already out the door leaving him gritting his teeth.

When he finds you again it almost an hour of looking for you. He's irritated, it shows in the way he walks, tall and intimidating with every crunch of sand under his boots.

Despite it being evening the sun is still blaring, it's too hot for anything but he manages to power through, though taking off the helmet is an option if is his only line of defense when it comes to be surrounded by Jedis.

It's an odd sight, you're legs are crossed as Grogu sits feet in front of you. Eyelashes fluttering in concentration, frustration clear in the way the junction between your eye brow wrinkles. It's magical, the way the large rock moves across the length of the pair. It's amazing truly, he's watched the kid do it many times but with you, it's different, seven months ago you could barely hold a blaster let alone do this.

He was in complete awe, watching as Grogu takes the rock himself but to him it's effortless. He doesn't even bat an eye as the rock moves higher and higher until it's explodes. The small pieces shoot towards him, the rocks dink against his helmet knocking him forward that he doesn't give you enough time to warn you that there's someone behind you, he feels himself jump forward to protect but natural reflexes already have you up, your own blue saber flashes with Luke's green one.

It's a relief it's only him but also makes him want to longue and wrap his hands around his throat for even trying to attack you, it's instincts, his own will to protect his family. He was so caught up with his own anger, he didn't notice the small hands tugging at his pant leg.

"Hey buddy." It's the soft coo that warms his heart, the sound he missed so late at night, all by himself. It feels so right to have him in his arms again, it's a distraction for a moment, but the loud shriek that mumbles against your lips as the saber slices your arm breaks the moment.

Din stalks toward without hesitation, hands reaching out to pull Luke by his collar but hand stops half way there; a choking sound falling from his lips as he feels his throat start to close.

"Luke!" You exclaim, hands pulling on his shoulder. "Stop!"

Luke doesn't listen, tilts his head as the Mandalorian's other hand reaches for his own neck, the child falls from his arms but Luke reaches for Grogu as he floats towards him and that is when he decides to let go of his hold on Din.

"She is fine." Luke's tone is accusing, eyes lit up in anger. He knew the reasoning behind the Mandalorian's attack but it irritates him. Din falls to the ground into his knees as he coughs, lung begging for air. "She will heal, it's no wonder she was afraid of the force. You made her feel as if she was weak. Couldn't protect herself. Can't you see she is strong?"

The words sting a bit, you never felt like that with Din but the words of your master, where they true? Had he been the reason you never felt the force like this before? It’s not his fault, he’s always been a protector.

"Yes." Din chokes on the words, it's surprises Luke how quickly he recovers, leaning on knees, visor tilting up to meet his gaze. "I do, I don't need you telling me either Jedi."

The last word is spoken with gritted teeth, disgust as he stands, squaring up the man in front of him, pressing the top of his basker against Luke’s face.

"Then do her a favor and never, ever underestimate her again." Din doesn't like what the Jedi is insinuating, hands balling in fist, finger coming to poke the Jedi's chest as he speaks. "Respect her Mandalorian."

"I do." You're about to squeeze between the two men but Din speaks too fast. "I don't need any magic tricks to beat your ass either."

"Din!" You hiss, the helmet pointing in your direction as a growl admits his chest.

"You're sticking up for him?!" Then once again you're minded how immature Din Djarin can really be. He's protective, overbearing but you expect more from Luke as he speaks. "You're just taking out the fact that Grogu and the girl are in my care, they are with me."

"My son, my girl." Then it hit you, all so sudden he wasn't an asshole, maybe a little immature, but he was jealous. The growl that rumbled his chest made even you shake. You couldn't find yourself to blame him either, both of the people he's ever cared for pulled from his arms, seven months spent with Luke. It made him insecure, dear the worst.

"Enough!" A hand presses against each other their chests, meeting Luke's first. Eyes warn him, "I expect more from you."

Then they move to Din with a scowl, "And you have no reason to be like this, Luke is my friend. He is helping me! I am strong now because of him."

"You have always been strong." The words make you pause, heart dropping. Guilt dropping your shoulders instantly. "You never needed to hold a lightsaber for me to see that."

A strong, confident finger lifts lifts towards Luke's direction, it looks like he's going to say something else judging by his stance, looks over you one more time then Grogu before stalking away towards the direction of the hall.

It's only an hour later, and Din is no where to be found. Luke has told you he's taken the child for a little bit, you can only imagine how that exchange went but respectfully allow him to have time with him, besides you doubt he wants to see you right now.

He was right, it was a force of habit trying to protect you but he has never doubted or hesitated for one second when it came to you. There has only been one person who has ever believed that anything was possible for you and it's the one you managed to chase away.

The room is dark, the only light comes from the gasps of the curtains the moon allows in. You have given up on waiting on the bed, instead curl up on the large longue chair in the corner, book open but you wouldn't even notice if there weren't any words. Too deep in thought over your Mandalorian.

What If he leaves without seeing you? Surely, he wouldn't, it was stupid fight, it shouldn't have happened but you shouldn't have accused him either. The rattling of the door knob makes you pause, daring not to breath that it might scare him away. He's quiet as the silhouette of armour makes it through the doorway, shiny, the darkness of his visor camouflaging him throughout the door.

The light flickers on, you want to squeeze your eyes shut, away from his gaze out of fear he might leave again seeing that you aren’t sleeping, waiting for him.

He doesn't speak, only stiffens his stance, arms crossing his chest as the helmet tilts down in your direction. "What are you doing?"

"Reading."

"In the dark?" You have been caught there's no reason to argue with him just turn a dark shade of pink as the book is closed with a loud echo. Tension fills the air, you're torn between apologizing and expect one first, his behavior was inappropriate.

"Are you happy here?" It's surprising watching the Mandalorian walk close until he's between the V of your legs, a soft breath caught through the static as he uses your thighs as an anchor for his hands as he slowly lowers to the floor in front of you. His force his horse as leans over, pressure pressed against your chin, it's not enough to hurt but enough to show he is angry. "Is there someone here making you happy? That isn't me?"

You don't like what he's insinuating, brow furrow with a deep frown and a scoff, "If you have something to ask I suggest you come out with it Din."

"Are you fucking him?" The words make you huff, pushing the warmth of his skin away but he reaches out to touch you again. He wants you to look at him, he wants to see the truth your eyes will tell.

The fucking nerve he has to knot his fingers into your hair, keep your head still as the visor moves up and down the soft features of your face, it's soft but shows meaning. At this very moment you here the way your body reacts to him, wanting to move closer, wrap the other hand around your neck at his tone, the authority in his voice. "I asked you a question."

"Really?" The way he stares just irritates you. Spending all your nights longing for him, all the tears wasted on missing him just for him to believe you were unfaithful. "I can't believe you just asked me that."

"Don't act like it's all me! I can see it, you sit so close that you're practically on his lap. He ate from your fork. He comes to your aid like I don't know you can take care of yourself, tells me of all people to respect you, never undermine you. When have I ever? He seems to forget that I was the person who first trained you. So, I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you fucking the Jedi? Do you like him?"

"Get out of my face Din!" The heat of his visor, the blackness hides any kind of emotion, all you see is the anger that comes from his throat, words stinging cheeks. It's impossible to concentrate with him so close, pressing his entire weight against your thighs.

"Tell me now." The words harsh, he needs to know, hear the words from your lips to know they are true.

"No! How dare you even accuse me of that? I have been waiting for months to see you again and you accuse me of being unfaithful?" The tears sting, almost hurt as much as knowing Din has little trust in you. His chest is raising fast, deep, quick breaths against your knee, showing just how worked up he is, he's frustrated, the throbbing in his pants gives that away and makes you think if there’s a different reason. He's insecure, jealous, absolutely pissed.

The harsh fingers leave your hair only to meet the edge of his helmet, you don't even get time to register before it falls to the floor next to you. Seeing is face is.. different this time.

It's clear, the first time was rushed, tear filled but now he look so.. good.

His brows furrowed in anger, nostrils flaring, hair thrown messily across his forehead, you don't even get time to look at his lips before his hands touch your cheeks pulling you into a bruising kiss, fingers nails forming small crescents on hips as the words are moaned against your lips, rushed with how desperate the Mandalorian is.

"You are mine." It's not the words that make you gasp but the hand that tugs the tips of your hair, pulling your head down more to accept his crushing lips. "Mine."

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