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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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restraint

pairing: commander cody x reader

summary: you put Cody in his place. it just so happens to be in a chair. (or, more accurately titled ‘restrained’.)

warnings: a lil spicey, as all my tho(gh)ts about Cody are. sexual tension. the like.

a/n: dedicated to the sweetest person alive, @milliusprime. happy birthday, shay, I love you :-) loose sequel to repreive, though I changed the reader to gender neutral. perhaps a trilogy in the making? the subtext of sub!cody be strong in this one.

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The next moment you get alone with him takes place on Coruscant.

You’d seen and talked to him a couple of fleeting times while on Geonosis, gotten close enough to see clearly that he hadn’t been too badly injured from the fray at Point Rain — or the mess that had been General Unduli’s rescue mission, for which you had yet to thank him properly for his instrumental role in saving your beloved assigned-Jedi.

You honestly don’t know why you still have a flat on Coruscant, given that most of your time is spent on the Tranquility or various command centers throughout the Outer Rim, but it’s times like these when you’re thankful to have a semblance of home to come back to.

Although, Cody fulfills that feeling better than any apartment ever could.

Gree had made sport of your visible enthusiasm at clocking out, lazing expertly along your desk as you closed out the rest of your tabs on the fifth datapad you’d held that day. His shift had ended hours prior, orienting the newest shinies to fill the ranks that had been lost since last shore leave. You know it’s a bittersweet feeling for him, meeting the replacements for his fallen brothers, so you let him stay whenever he seeks the company of someone who doesn’t share the face of those he’s internally mourning.

Usually that consists of him bothering you with mindless factoids of the newest fauna he’s become fixated on, but today, he’d burdened you with oversharing explicit details of his most recent passion party.

You’re closer than most officers are with their clone commanders, always have been, but your relationship had only strengthened since you’d covered for him the last time the 41st had been on Coruscant. After a rowdy night at 79’s, he’d been AWOL right until the hour before the Corps were scheduled to ship out, and you’d run into him sneaking back into the barracks covered in the bites and scratches of what had looked to be from multiple species, looking all too pleased about it.

That, and the fact that he’d managed to find out your secret relationship with his ori’vod after finding a yellow-painted vambrace in your cot after a late night of gossiping in your quarters on the Venator.

It was to your endless misfortune that Gree was as smart as he was salacious.

Gree was a good secret-keeper, though, and in exchange for not exposing him as a red-blooded slut to your General, he’d sworn to not tell anyone that you were sleeping with the revered Marshal Commander of the 212th. A tit-for-tat arrangement, on top of your friendship forged in the midst of war-borne ridiculousness and erudite pastimes.

“You know,” He’d grinned at you as you’d shrugged on your coat over your officer’s uniform, “if you and Cody ever want to add a couple people into the mix, I’ve got plenty of suggestions.”

You’d laughed — really snorted at the prospect. It wasn’t that you and the commander weren’t looking for ways to spice up your relationship, but you doubted Cody would be open to sharing your bed with one of Gree’s wild and unruly conquests. Far from prude, Cody wasn’t opposed to less than intimate (or perhaps increasingly intimate) situations, but you knew he had a certain preference for such activities.

Your lover was a particular one.

(Of course, you didn’t exactly fit into that specific preference perfectly, but you also liked to consider yourself more than someone who merely shared the sheets with Cody. A permanent exception, of sorts.)

As you’d respectfully declined the offer, he’d roped you into a one-armed hug and a squeeze to your shoulder. You’d bid him goodbye with a pat to his middle, and discreetly pocketed the durasteel rings you’d snagged from his utility belt as you’d separated from his side to hail a speeder home.

You figured Gree could survive without his stun cuffs for the night. It was the least he owed you after dumping images and stories about his sexual escapades you would never unhear.

‘Home’ is only a ways away from the GAR central headquarters, a short ride to the Residential district, and you’re stepping lighter and quicker than usual as you cross the steps to your entrance as the last rays of the sun tickle your exposed skin.

Not two seconds after opening the door, you look up with a start at the sound of muffled crunching by the sink, and surprise morphs into warmth when you realize it’s Cody, slurping quietly from the bowl he always seems to favor whenever he’s over. He shovels another mouthful in as you look on with barely disguised amusement, bantha milk dripping comically from the corner of his mouth. He’d beaten you here.

The initial stupor fades as you share a laugh, forgoing a greeting in favor of a well-placed jab. “So, not only did you stop by Dex’s and not get me anything, but you’ve perused my groceries as well?” He tries and fails to hide his smile behind his spoon, and you get in another verbal poke before he swallows. “Everyone knows Dantooine cereal is served dried for a reason.”

“I prefer it this way,” he mumbles, staring pleasantly at his evening snack. You know as much — Cody’s secretly a picky eater.

You tuck your coat into the fold of your arm before striding forward, wrapping the other one around his neck to pull him down for a sweet and milky kiss. He murmurs something unintelligible against you before reconnecting your mouths, and you hum contentedly as he balances the bowl to better curve downwards. “Hello,” you trill, tongue darting out to clean his lips. “You shower yet?”

He shakes his head, taking a moment to peer unreservedly at your face. His own brightens at your happiness to see him, and your chest swells at the sight. Unlatching from him quickly, you set your things on the table, making sure to slide them inconspicuously out of Cody’s reach. “Was waiting for you,” he rumbles as he kisses your palm.

Good. A thrum of satisfaction vibrates low in your gut as you hum, plastering a front of nonchalance across your features as he revels in the rare opportunity to drink you in. It’s hardly ingenuine, as his presence never fails to wash away the majority of your worries whenever you’re close. Even in the company of other people, which he sometimes seems to be physically allergic to.

You pat his cheek affectionately and watch him lean into your touch. “You tired?” As you inquire again, you reach for his bowl, holding back a retort when he maneuvers it out of your way. You continue speaking to his back as he turns and washes his own dish, always insistent on cleaning up his own messes. “You wanna sit down?”

He makes a noncommittal sound, but sits anyways after he cleans and dries, and you flock to his lap, presence adoring as it relieves him of any remaining stress of the day. You massage his shoulders without prompting, and he gazes up at you sincerely in thanks.

“Should I be asking how you managed to get a breakfast order from the diner at almost dinnertime?” You melt into his hold as his hands wander your back, uncharacteristically free from his combat gloves and armour. He’s down to his blacks, you realize, and a smile crosses your face at how perfectly the situation is falling into place. “Or is that classified information?”

He chuckles lowly, indulging in your lighthearted ridicules with prepotent comebacks of his own. “Maybe Dex just likes me,” he says, an intentional taunt to his voice. “Hermione always lets me order whatever I want.”

At the mention of Dex’s waitress, you bristle slightly, but respond cooly when he raises a challenging brow at you. He doesn’t usually make such insinuations, but it inspires a prickling jealousy despite. You watch the corners of his mouth quirk up when you reply. “Bet there’s a couple things she can’t give you.”

Cody simpers, far too smugly for your liking. “Maybe.”

You kiss him then, deliberate and vigorous, and he lets you, face angling to yours in an instant. He pushes up from the chair, stretching his torso to meet your touch robustly, and you fight off the daze that threatens to consume you after mere instants of his lips under yours. Lifting one eye open, you reach across the table for your coat pocket the same time you push your tongue into Cody’s mouth.

His grip tightens around your waist as you find what you’re looking for, and while he’s distracted by a few more gratuitous moments of clacking of teeth and brushing of tongues, you capture both of his wrists swiftly and secure them to the middle rung of the chair with a distinct snap.

You detach your from Cody as his eyes shoot open, claps holding tight as he wriggles his arms behind the back of his seat. You hold in a snicker at his expression, though by the ease of which you’d distracted him, you almost wonder if he’d purposefully let you lock him there.

“Binders?”

“Stun cuffs,” you correct, only for the hundredth time. It was an ongoing argument between the two of you.

Cody rolls his eyes as per usual, so far that for a second, you only see the whites of his eyes before he fixes you with a flat stare. “Only COMMOs call them that,” he chides, managing to still sound authoritative even while cuffed beneath you. “I’ve told you this.”

“Yes, well, you’ve told me a lot of things.” You mimic his actions with a snarky look of your own. “I don’t always agree.”

As you shift in his lap, his eyes flash noticeably. The air thickens again in a second, and you feel your hands tighten around his thighs as he flexes the wide, corded appendage below you. You can tell he’s slowly relaxing into the seat, body loosening as he breathes deeper against your chest, but his last grasp at control doesn’t surprise you. Cody always seems to need to feel like every decision is his own, even when he’s backed into a corner — or in this case, strapped to a chair.

The words send sparks down your spine, nevertheless.

“I like it when you listen.”

A smile spreads slowly across your face, and you lean closer to him, making sure to drag your hips torturously along his crotch before letting the tips of your noses bump briefly. The action draws a near-silent grunt from the man underneath you, and your lips trail lightly along his as he squirms. After tracing a full circle around his mouth with your own, you deprive him of a kiss as he cranes his neck upwards to reach you. Roguishly, your smile spreads slowly into a smirk. “And I like it when you beg.” The sharp intake of breath that comes from him fills you with much more triumph than you let on. “Am I gonna get that, tonight?”

Cody swallows audibly as his honey-glazed gaze flits back and forth between your eyes. He begins to nod, the last shreds of his resistance falling away to the quickly growing lust warming his skin, but you shake your head in disapproval. “I need to know, Cody.” Your arms stretch behind him to tap the cuffs around his wrists, and you feel his fingers extend to grab for you. They fail, for the most part, but he settles on running his thumb along the back of your hand as he stares at you earnestly. “Is this okay?”

It’s a long time before he speaks, but with difficulty, he manages an affirmation. “Yes,” he whispers, almost inaudibly. “I want it.”

You almost shriek with glee.

Instead, you opt for a restrained grin as you smooth your palms across the width of his shoulders, his admission igniting a heat in your blood that pulses with every second you caress his broad chest. Like a flame creeping towards gasoline, it grows steadily at the prospect of testing the composure of the most patient soldier you’ve had the pleasure of laying eyes — and lips — on.

Because Cody doesn’t come to you for patience. He comes to you for reprieve.

The racy desire rises faster within you the lower your fingertips dance along his body, catching on the thin fabric of his bodysleeve, and the clothing is thin enough that you can feel his abdomen tighten and constrict as you spread your hands over the plane of muscle. Almost cruelly, you sweep your palms back up, thumbing lightly over his nipples before stopping at his arms, squeezing lightly around his biceps, and Cody twitches in response. It’s then that you decide, with little remorse, that yes, you’re going to play with him today.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, lips gentle along the shell of his ear as you press your body to his. “I didn’t have time to snatch the stun remote.” You nip playfully at his lobe. “Unless you want me to, next time.”

You don’t give him a chance to respond before you descend to his bared neck, skimming your mouth along his pulse point and lightly sucking. You graze his skin occasionally with your teeth, mild lovebites blossoming blue and purple along the dark brown, and Cody releases his first groan of the night as you purse your lips against the base of his throat. Too late, he realizes you’re teasing, and he yanks at his binds as you pull the neckline of his blacks far down enough to mark the juncture of his neck and shoulder, leaving a line of hickeys you know no one else will see but you.

Your fingers spider along his torso, daintily prodding and pinching, and each touch draws a huff or a jump from an increasingly frustrated Cody as they drift across scars and muscle alike. His abs contract deliciously when you ghost below his waistline, but before he can buck his hips for more, your hands are already on his collarbone, barely scratching as you mouth at the spot behind his ear.

When you move along the sharp line of his jaw, pointedly avoiding his puffed out lips, he breaks slightly, voice croaking out a half-baked request. “Please,” he rasps, sounding more desperate than you’ve heard him before, “let me kiss you.”

You don’t cease in your mission to drive him to near-insanity, stringing the beads of sweat that have started to collect on his forehead together with your tongue. Mirth bubbles within you at his plea, though, and you’re surprised at how patronizing your voice comes out in return. “You mean let me kiss you,” you chastise him, mindlessly noting how lovely he looks when he’s at your mercy. He shudders at your admonishment, and you lick your lips at his reaction.

“Yeah. Kiss me.” He says simply. “Please,” he repeats, when you tilt your head loftily.

As you linger above him, taking his bottom lip under your thumb, he slips his tongue hesitantly along the pad of your finger, eyes imploring and utterly helpless. The sight is intoxicating, and you take a mental picture while waiting for your brain to catch up with your body as he mutters a third please.

Your cheeks expand with delight as an answer occurs to you, his favorite phrase coming flawlessly to mind, and you beam at his waiting form as he fidgets impatiently under you. You lower your mouth to his, not quite a kiss — more a dusting of a touch as he strains to press closer. Pushing down with both hands, you breathe against his lips. “Be good for me, won’t you?”

He whimpers.

#rini writes #commander cody x reader #cody x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #mmmm yes him #hot #played around w his personality here #just wanted to sit HIS ass down after i wrote reprieve #also that gif makes me soo mad why is he so LIGHT bruhh 💀#anyways i hope y'all enjoy #happy birthday shay :-)

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colehasapen · 3 years

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(CHAPTER 3) there's a river full of memory STAR WARS

Rex is on edge. It doesn’t show on his face - he’s too well trained to be obvious about his unease - but it hums in his bones and makes his skin itch, heart racing in his chest. His tongue feels glued to the top of his mouth, his lips refusing to form the shapes needed to speak, but he forces it, despite the way it makes him feel like his skin doesn’t fit his body, because he has duties to attend to and any slip up could have the Longnecks deciding to finally decommission him.

Cody and Obi-Wan didn’t check in. Rex knows from experience that not every comm call can be made, he knows that it’s not always possible to send a message, but Cody had messaged him, hours ago, with an all-green signal. They had created the signal even before their relationship with Cody’s General had begun, to assure each other that they’d made it out of their most recent mission in, mostly, one piece, and that they’d be free to comm after debriefing. But it hadn’t happened. Rex had waited for their usual time, he waited as it came and went, and his mind had spiraled into all the terrible things that could have happened to them since then. He’s been moving on autopilot ever since, going through his duties as is expected of him to his usual high standards, but most of his attention is on his comm, waiting to see if his brother or partner would call.

They don’t. Instead when his comm goes off, it’s General Skywalker who summons him down to the bridge.

He lets out an internal sigh when he steps into the room, bucket tucked under his arm, to find his General standing in front of the holos of Generals Windu and Yoda, a faint frown on his face. General Skywalker isn’t exactly subtle about his general dislike of the High Generals, and it wasn’t uncommon for him to make sure Rex would be there for his meetings as a form of emotional support. Rex respects and cares for his General, but it doesn’t mean he’s comfortable playing interference between him and the High Council, even if he would continue to do so if it was what his General needed him to do.

Rex snaps off a quick salute, “Generals.”

“Captain Rex.” General Windu greets, expression severe, and the tilt of General Yoda’s ears makes Rex nervous as he comes to a stop at General Skywalker’s elbow. When he glances at his General out of the corner of his eyes, the Jedi shrugs awkwardly, fiddling with the glove over his mech hand, like he tends to do when he is unsure.

The holo flickers - another call coming through - and when it’s accepted Cody shimmers into being. Rex jolts, catching himself before he can sway closer to his brother in alarm; Cody’s expression is flat, blank in the way Rex knows unnerves people who don’t know his older brother, but the minuscule twitching of his fingers against his thigh betrays his uneasy mental state.

“Welcome back, Commander.” General Windu is saying, but Rex barely hears it over his focus narrowing in on his brother.

Why is his brother in the call instead of General Kenobi? What had happened after Cody had sent the green signal?

General Windu crosses his arms over his chest, “How is Obi-Wan?” The question is odd; Rex doesn’t think he’d ever heard any of the High Generals refer to each other by their first name, or any other Jedi as such unless they were young or were a part of their lineage. It’s just a part of the Order’s culture, Rex had come to understand - a way to show respect. So why hadn’t General Windu used the other General’s title?

What had happened to Obi-Wan?

Cody’s eyes twitch slightly, and he folds his hands behind his back. “Resting again, sir.” Cody reports, “I have troopers looking after him right now.”

General Skywalker snorts, “You must have needed to chain him to the bed.” He says, and Cody flinches. General Windu grimaces, sharing a look with the ancient Jedi beside him, and General Skywalker’s brows furrow, eyes sharpening. “What aren’t you telling me?”

The Master of the Order sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Master Kenobi and Ghost Company were assigned to a mission to retrieve an ancient Force relic-”

“I’m aware.” Skywalker interrupts, and Rex winces at the disrespect aimed towards their superior officer, stamping down his own instinctive anxiety induced by the action. “What happened?”

Windu’s brows tilt, and he sighs. “As of three hours ago, Master Kenobi was chronologically regressed to the physical and mental age of a human child of twelve standard years.”

“What?” Skywalker cries, and Rex stiffens, fingers tightening on his helmet, eyes darting over to Cody’s hologram.

The Marshal Commander gramces, but inclines his head in a soundless nod. Rex shuts down his distress before he really gets the chance to feel it, pushing it away to a box to deal with later when no one could witness it. Rex shuts down his negative emotions, ignores the shaking of his hands around his bucket, and builds a wall around his thoughts.

Not now, he tells himself.

“Why wasn’t I told?!” General Skywalker demands.

“Regulations and protocol dictates that General Kenobi’s status was to be reported to the High Generals above all else.” Cody’s voice is monotonous and flat, but Rex knows his older brother better than he knows himself, and can read the silent apology in his words when their eyes meet.

But General Skywalker doesn’t know Cody, and the synthleather of the man’s glove creaks from the force of his fists clenching. “He’s my Master.”

General Yoda’s ears twitch, “His Padawan, you no longer are, Knight Skywalker.” The ancient Jedi says simply, effectively pulling Rex’s General’s ire towards himself instead of Cody. “The correct thing, Commander Cody did. Put feelings above duty, one cannot.”

General Skywalker gets that twist to his eyebrows that Rex knows - it’s the one that so often precedes an explosion or a Seppie patrol torn to shreds. This, however, is not a situation that requires a well-placed fire, so Rex clears his throat, drawing attention to himself instead of his General. “Sirs.” Four pairs of eyes swing towards him, and Rex tries to ignore the cold sweat gathering at the base of his neck. He forces his heavy tongue to move through years of practice. “Is General Kenobi’s-” he hesitates on the word, unsure what to use, “-state reversible?”

Please say yes , Rex begs to any possible higher power that may be listening. He’s a clone, he already owns nothing, not even his own life, but what he and Cody have with their Jedi is theirs . It’s the only thing they could ever claim. Not openly, of course, not while they were at war and Rex and his brothers were all-but slaves. The only thing stopping them from being recognized as slaves is the lack of laws recognizing them as sentient beings, but Obi-Wan treats them like humans. He lets them be themselves, like the individuals they couldn’t be outside of the protective walls of their rooms; he lets them be as soft and gentle as they could ever want to be, they can put away their weapons and the violence of their lives and just breathe.

They own nothing, but Obi-Wan had given them his heart. He had loved them and trusted them and treated them like people . It wasn’t just sex to the Jedi - if it was, he never would have chosen Rex - and for Rex and Cody, it was a sign that they could dare hope for an ‘after the war’. They could dare to dream.

Rex could dream. A farm, so much Cut and his family’s, the place where Rex had first started considering what he wanted in his life, and a peaceful life without any more fighting. No more death, no more worrying that his brothers won’t walk away from the next battle. Children, and a life without the knowledge of the suffering in war for them. But if Obi-Wan is gone , if he couldn’t be turned back, then he would take those dreams with him. Rex would keep fighting, of course, because that would be all he could do until he’d inevitably end up as just another name said during remembrances, he’d still keep fighting to hopefully see the end of the war.

It wouldn’t be the same though, not after his life had so dramatically changed the moment Obi-Wan had sauntered into it. Rex wasn’t sure how he’d manage to go back to the way he was if Obi-Wan was gone, not after he had fallen so hard for him.

General Windu’s frown is tight, “As of this moment, we do not know.” The High General says grimly, and Rex taps anxiously on his helmet, throat burning.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” General Skywalker growls, “How do you not know? You’re the Council!”

General Windu sighs through his nose, “The Council is not all-knowing, and many of our records were lost during the Sith Wars.” He rubs a hand across his jaw, and he looks exhausted enough that Rex can read it even through the holo.

Ponds would have insisted his General rest, if he was still around to do so. He probably would have dragged him to a bed by his ear - he had done it to Cody plenty when they were still cadets.

“Master Nu is scouring the Archives for any information we have on the relic, and the Council has sent Master Tholme to study the Temple where the artifact was stored.” General Windu is speaking again, and Rex mentally throws himself as far away from his thoughts of Ponds and the body lost to the void of space as quickly as he can. “We have ordered the Negotiator to return to Coruscant while the bulk of the 212th reroute to join Knight Secura, under the command of Admiral Block.” Cody nods along as the High General speaks.

“I’ve turned control over to Captain Fordo to command the ground troops.” His brother states, “Officially, Ghost Company is docking for shore leave.”

General Yoda dips his head in agreement, “Know Young Obi-Wan’s state, none can.” The ancient Jedi says seriously.

“Shouldn’t we report this to the Chancellor?” General Skywalker asks, but General Windu shakes his head.

“We cannot let news of Obi-Wan’s condition spread, for both the security of the Republic, and his own safety.”

“Chancellor Palpatine is a wise man.” Rex’s General argues, but Rex is more inclined to agree with General Windu, despite the ache in his head that follows - the sudden burst of anxiety over not reporting to the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. “I’m sure he’d be able to help,” the Knight tells the assembled command, “Obi-Wan is a General of the GAR, the Chancellor will want him to recover.”

Generals Yoda and Windu share a long, heavy stare full of words Rex will never be able to translate, before the Grand Master shakes his head, tapping his cane pointedly on the ground. “A Jedi problem, this is.” The old green Jedi says, “A Jedi solution, it needs. Know, the Chancellor cannot.” Then, the High General studies Rex and his Jedi, humming thoughtfully, “Return to Coruscant, Torrent Company will. Classes to attend, Padawan Tano has. Meditation and relaxation, you need. Shore leave, you will have.” The statement makes the clamp around his lungs loosen, and Rex lets out a quick breath of relief. “Connect with the Negotiator, you will.”

He needs to be with Cody. Cody’s the only one who understands the crushing storm bottled into his chest, and Cody needs him too; Rex can tell just by looking at the tightness in his brother’s stance that relaxes by a fraction when the Grand Master’s order comes through.

#cole writes #swtcw fanfiction #captain rex #commander cody #codexwan #codywan #rexobi #anakin skywalker #mace windu #yoda #memory-verse

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years

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It's time to rescue Grogu,

Cal changes events,

And Din changes his mind.

A Cal finds Grogu AU, Chapter 3/?

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The first time Din sees the Jedi use his powers, it’s when he’s struggling to find purchase on his back, straddled by the waist and held down by his arms as the ground rushes by below him at deadly speeds. It’s when he’s struggling to breathe in armor that isn’t his. It’s when a pirate is moments away from blowing the entire Juggernaut to the skies and ending all of their lives; right then and right there.

He’s doing everything he can to get the two pirates pinning off of him—his heart beats so frantically he can feel the vibrations of each bum-boom within his squeezed ribcage trapped under plastoid armor that does less than nothing to protect him. Every time he kicks his legs and jerks his hips and fails to find purchase, it becomes harder and harder to keep every urge to scream in frustration stifled. He can’t die here. He can’t lose here. If he loses here, then it’s over. For him. For the men driving this blasted thing below.

For Grogu.

He’s about to make a final and desperate attempt to get his arm free when the pirate holding his arms down all of a sudden wails in terrified shock. The holds on his arms are gone the instant after. Din doesn’t look a gift tauntaun in the mouth; he takes advantage of the very moment he’s free to flip the pirate sitting on top of him over his head and towards the ground below. The pirate gurgles out a cry of death, and then Din is free.

Something catches his attention right before he can scramble fully to his feet. He looks over for just a moment, and what he sees shends hoards of memories and churning feelings straight into his very being. The Jedi leans out from the Juggernaut window, his gloved hand reaching out with fingers spread and an alarmed expression on his face.

Din immediately understands what just happened. It’s the same power that stopped the mudhorn from grinding Din down with it’s horn until he’s unable to be distinguished from the mushy mud. It’s the same power that he watched take a small ball from his hand and into the clawed grasp of a child’s fingers.

And he hates it. This proof. This sight before him that says the Jedi wasn’t all words when they first met not even half an hour ago. He has powers. Magic. The Force. Whatever it’s called.

He has it, and he saved Din’s life with it. He will take Grogu away from him with it too, once the time comes.

Instead of wasting another moment to chase that taboo feeling of mourning, Din tells himself that this is what he wants and this is what the kid needs and he wont be safe until Grogu is with the people he belongs with.

And he moves on from it.

He nods at the Jedi, a silent thank you, a hidden blessing, then he scrambles up to his feet to take down the last pirate before the thermal detonator can be placed down.

Finding a Jedi… this is what he wanted.

Returning Grogu to the Jedi… this is what he wanted.

This is all what he wanted.

This is the Way.

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#the mandalorian #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #din djaren #grogu #jin writes #fanfiction #star wars

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moodiestmags · 3 years

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Alright followers, mutuals and people just seeing this on their dash, we have reached

🎉 Chapter 20!! 🎉

I know this usually doesn’t get a lot of notes but that’s ok! Thank you to the people who read my fics, this one is twice the length of my others so enjoy!

#star wars #cal kestis #jedi fallen order #sw #jfo #nightsister merrin #my writing #defend and protect

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thehugwizard · 3 years

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IM LIVE WITH STAR WARS JEDI: FALLEN ORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.twitch.tv/noahthekeller

#thehugwizard #thehugstream #livestream #hilarious #hilarity #dudes

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stephoriginsgames · 3 years

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Star Wars

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Episode 04

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paracordn7 · 4 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/25867048

Summary: When a relaxing night goes awry, it's up to Merrin to save the day.

Please give it a read, I’m really trying 😅

#cal kestis #merrin #cal x merrin #jedi fallen order #merrical

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hauntedfalcon · 1 year

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this episode of The Mandalorian wants to be Andor so bad

#Star Wars for ts #I mean consequently it’s way better than the average Mando episode!#but still doesn’t have anywhere near the writing quality of Andor on a bad day #and also consequently doesn’t feel like a Mando episode #feels more like a Jedi: Fallen Order level #but at least there’s a new buff lady for me to stan!

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the-beskar-alchemist · 3 years

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DIN WITH THE DARKSABER DIN WITH THE DARKSABER DIN WITH THE DARKSABER DIN WITH THE DARKSABER

(from Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order game; clip courtesy of mandoslut)

SOMEBODY GIF THIS PLEASE I BEG YOU ❤

#din djarin #mando #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian series #the mandalorian season 2 #darksaber #star wars jedi: fallen order #sw #star wars

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maxismatchccworld · 4 years

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Electronic Arts and Valve have partnered to put EA games into the hands of the players on Steam. Starting next spring, EA Access—our ever-growing subscription service powered by great games and member benefits—will be making its way to Steam. EA Access is the first and only gaming subscription service available on Steam, and the fourth platform featuring an EA subscription.

The partnership kicks off with Star Wars™ Jedi: Fallen Order launching on November 15—and available for pre-order today. In the coming months, players on Steam will also be able to play other major titles like The Sims™ 4 and Unravel™ Two. Multiplayer games—like Apex Legends™, FIFA 20, and Battlefield™ V—will become available next year, and players on both Origin™ and Steam will have the ability to play together.

A library of titles awaits you in The Vault, but beyond the games themselves, EA Access enhances your gaming experience with a medley of rewards. Get the red-carpet treatment with exclusive catalog-wide discounts, and in-game member benefits for some of our biggest franchises.

Keep an eye out for more news and updates on this partnership in the coming weeks and months!

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casebeautee · 3 years

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gmanem · 4 years

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IGN: Hasbro Reveals New Vader Rogue One and Jedi Fallen Order Figures

IGN: Hasbro Reveals New Vader Rogue One and Jedi Fallen Order Figures.

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colehasapen · 3 years

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(ONE SHOT) it hungers, it eats you whole STAR WARS

Rating: M

Warnings: Major Character Death, Death and Violence, Sith Magic, DARK, Horror

“Whatever that is, it’s not Rex.” Fives’ voice is hushed, shaky and quivering, as he watches the thing in his ori’vod’s armour trail behind General Skywalker like a trained Akku pup, eyes empty of anything but a blind devotion to the Jedi in front of it. He doesn’t dare raise his voice any higher than a whisper, not wanting to draw the attention of the General or the empty thing that used to be his Captain.

Their yellow eyes send chills down his spine, their mere presence makes him feel cold. There’s a hunger about them, one that can never be sated and gnaws at everything around them, making the world seem dull and lifeless, and it makes every animal instinct in him scream from the wrongness even as the cold freezes him in place and hollows out his bones. He feels like he’ll never be warm again when they’re around, like all the energy and heat is being sucked out of him until it leaves only a husk in his place. A husk like Rex had become.

Fives remembers, as well as any trooper of the 501st, the sight of his brother’s bloody body in their General’s arms. He’s haunted by the sight of crimson blood and viscera spilling out into the sands around them and Rex’s empty empty eyes and blood stained lips pulled into a defensive snarl. He had gone down protecting the General’s back, the vibrosword of a commando droid slicing through his armour like warm butter, and General Skywalker’s ripping screams still tear at his chest and steal the breath from his lungs because it meant that Rex was dead . He remembers the vortex of pure power that had exploded out from their Jedi, it had disintegrated the army of droids that had separated the bulk of Torrent Company from their commanding officers, and had warped and shredded the ground under their feet, turning the sand to dangerously sharp shards of red-stained glass.

There had been a bloody handprint smeared across General Skywalker’s face when he’d stood, unnaturally smooth even with Rex’s heavy body in his arms, his eyes glowing a sickly yellow in the shadows of his face. He had snapped Coric’s neck with his mind when the CMO hadn’t been able to help Rex and had choked Kix until he was unconscious and Jesse had had to drag him to safety, even after Coric had told their General that there was nothing any of them could do for Rex, but he had tried anyways, because no one had wanted to accept that their Captain was dead so soon after Commander Tano had left them. General Skywalker had used the Force to throw them all out of the way when they’d tried to stop him, and he’d taken Rex’s body from the biobed it was laid out on. No one had dared to approach him, no one had dared to try and find him, not after Ridge had come stumbling back from his self-imposed mission to speak to the General missing an arm and dragging Vaughn’s body with him. The only reason why the Sergeant hadn’t bled out was because of the cauterized stump that ended above where his elbow used to be.

A lightsaber wound.

Then the shinies started going missing, their bodies found strewn about the halls like broken toys with no sign of wounds that could have caused their deaths. Some of them were found with chunks of flesh or entire limbs missing, some even disemboweled , like they had been eaten . The men were scared, and Fives didn’t blame them.

Stuck in dead space, they couldn’t call for help, couldn’t update anyone on their situation or the bodies that were steadily piling up. The Resolute’s power was low to conserve energy the longer they floated without orders or leadership, the halls dark and lit only by red emergency lights, and it didn’t help with the smothering atmosphere of fear that had fallen over the troopers. Moral was lower than it had ever been, even during campaigns like Umbara. With Rex dead and General Skywalker AWOL with his body, and something roaming the halls and killing men, Fives had tried to keep everyone together, to keep spirits up, but everything had only gotten worse.

General Skywalker had come out of his isolation, and the thing wearing Rex’s body had followed, wearing clean, undamaged armour like nothing had happened, but Fives had known immediately that something was wrong. The thing’s skin is greyed out with death, lips blue from the lack of oxygen even as it breathes, and veins under paper-thin skin growing darker as time continues to pass. The premature lines of stress that had been etched into Rex’s skin were gone, replaced with an artificially smooth and passive expression that his brother never would have worn. It doesn’t eat, it doesn’t sleep, and it doesn’t speak, all it does is follow General Skywalker like a droid, uncaring of the world around it and without a spark of life in its eyes. The smell that clings to it is stomach-churning; the stink of a rotting body that couldn’t be smothered had sunk into every crevice on the ship, and yet General Skywalker doesn’t seem to notice. Doesn’t seem to care that it’s wrong . He just continues to openly touch and kiss the thing in a perverted parody of how he used to treat Rex in the secret of their bunk, uncaring of the terrified troopers around him.

Troopers had stopped going missing, for now, but still no one dares to speak too loud, to draw attention to themselves, in fear that it would break the tense atmosphere of the star destroyed and make General Skywalker snap again. No one wants the Jedi to look at him with his yellow eyes, or risk breaking whatever spell that keeps the thing wearing their brother’s face enthralled with the General. They fear what it would do to them.

Next to him, Tup shakes with mute fear as General Skywalker and the thing sweep past them and onto the bridge, bringing with them an icy chill and the sickening smell of rot, and for a moment, Fives can swear he can see ice crystals on his breath and frost crawling over his armour as his energy suddenly flags. He needs to lock his knees to stop himself from collapsing completely.

They watch, silent and still, as General Skywalker steps up to the holotable, and the Jedi turns to the thing wearing Rex’s face and body like an ill-fitting suit of armour.

“I’ll fix this, my warrior.” General Skywalker promises, expression intense in the way that has fear crawling up Fives’ chest. He reaches forward, gripping the back of the thing’s neck, and drawing it closer. It stays passive and blank as the Jedi presses their lips together with eerie tenderness, cradling the thing’s face like it's something precious, and Fives mentally rails against the sight.

Rex would have never been comfortable with this public display of affection, and seeing General Skywalker, the man his brother had fallen in love with despite the problems their relationship faced, disregard this to kiss his brother’s rotting body in an insult against the dead Captain. Fives wishes desperately to step forward, to put a bolt in the thing’s head and finally give Rex peace , but Tup’s shaking hand on his belt stops him and pulls him back into line and the troopers around him shake their heads frantically.

They’re all afraid. Afraid of their General, of the thing that used to be their Captain, and staying unnoticed means staying safe.

“I’ll fix this.” Skywalker repeats, voice reverently hushed. “I’ll bring you back, I promise, Rex.” His yellow eyes are manic-bright, staring into the thing’s empty face and tracing his thumb under its matching sickly eyes, so far from Rex’s warm brown that it makes Fives shy back in animal fear. “We’ll be together again, a family - like you always dreamed of.” He kisses the thing again, fast and full of passion, before he turns away, stepping up to the holotable and dropping to his knees in a grovelling bow as a call connects, and a figure in heavy robes appears, a deep hood pulled over their face. “Master.” Skywalker greets, and Fives shares a nervous, fearful, look with a pale-faced Tup as the figure smiles, slow and pleased.

“Rise, Darth Vader.”

A birthday gift for @padawantam

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