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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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for @the-wild-wolves-around-you @ofmermaidstories and @willowser because you each deserve some good mando baku 🩶

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“Wait mandalorians can get married?” You are more curious than anything and the question leaves you before you can even keep your mouth shut.

All focus is on the crowd before you. Everyone, including the familiar crimson beskar wearing warrior Kirishima, rushed to congratulate the two other mandalorians who stepped out of the tent. The couple simply walked out, announced they were married, and immediately celebration broke forth so fast, so bright it stole your breath. There was no question from the others, only joy and trust. You understood different cultures had various marriage traditions. Yet this one was so different than the other grand ceremonies composed of elegant gowns and fully packed banquet halls. It felt...more intimate.

“Yes we can marry, shitty Jedi.” Bakugo sounds almost offended and your heart crumbles fast into your stomach. This tentative whatever the two of you have forged is important to you and you don’t want to shatter it.

You apologize and mean it. “I didn’t know. The ceremony seemed so fast and private though.”

“It is.” Bakugo’s modulated voice drops softer through the helmet.

“Don’t know if it’s true, but there’s some old ass urban legend the first mandalorian marriage was done during battle. No ceremony, no pompous bullshit. The two just exchanged vows in the middle of battle to bind their lives together.”

An image surges fast in your mind. Two ancient warriors fighting side by side, the trenches of battle pushing the lovers further and further to the terrifying realization they might not see tomorrow. Their love, bloodstained and battle born.

“Legend says the shit they vowed became the vows mandalorians have said ever since.”

It’s a beautiful, sacred and so simple. But it conjures up a deadly new thought in your mind -

An army of storm troopers surrounds you. The ache of battle soaks you to your bones. Your body barely stands back to back against beskar. Suddenly you move without thinking. You turn fast towards the fierce mandalorian. With your lightsaber in one hand, the other reaches out to him and you find the familiar beautiful black colored beskar helmet is already looking at you. Without hesitation he grabs your hand-

You exhale loud, blinking back into reality as you mentally stab those thoughts away.

“That’s beautiful.” You truthfully admit, admiring as a grateful outsider. “I'm thinking the ceremonies are private for the sake of the helmet removal.”

“Yeah. S'why even other mandalorians aren't usually around when it happens. And cause...” Bakugo’s modulated gruff voice trails off. “…Shit, I’m going to sound even more ridiculous-”

“You won’t I promise.” You interrupt reassuring him as your eyes finally glance at him. His helmet is slightly tilted towards you. He sighs and looks back out to the crowd. You do as well.

“The vows, they're important. No one but us or those we're marrying can know them.“

They are meant to be said in private for that reason. The sacredness of knowing is too precious, meant to be shared with someone special. An aggressive curiosity claws at you. You want to know what is spoken and vowed. You rationalize this curiosity as simply wanting to understand the culture more. However, the force whispers the true reason why into the deep caverns of your heart and you cannot even face that truth yet.

The lightsaber silent on your hip weighs more than an entire galaxy.

“Hey guys!” Kirishima, loud and warm even through his helmet. “Isn’t it great?”

“It is.” You answer with a warm earnest grin. “I hope everyone gets to celebrate with the newlyweds.”

“Oh yeah! We already got a few plans in mind.” Kirishima’s voice holds a playful grin in it. Even though you cannot see his face you believe it to be just as bright as the two moons shining above.

“This making you think about your own upcoming ceremony, huh Bakugo?!” Then Kirishima’s words grab your heart. He slaps Bakugo’s shoulder playfully and the clanging clash of beskar hitting beskar makes your mind rattle.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Bakugo’s snarl is sharp, piercing. You had never even heard him talk this way to his fellow commander.

“Alright, alright I get it. Those pre marriage jitters I’m sure get to everyone even you!” Kirishima however is not phased one bit. He waves a playful goodbye and returns to the celebrating.

But it leaves you two alone again. The air is thin and tight. Even with the warm laughs and celebration bubbling so close, a dread builds.

“You’re…getting married?” Your voice is small, a bit confused. You do not even recognize it.

A moment passes.

“I…yeah.” He replies. The words puncture a hole in your chest and air is rapidly escaping. A hollowness quickly fills up the gaping space.

“It’s a political arrangement between the different clans.” Bakugo’s voice is composed, but it does not sound like him.

In the entire time you have known this warrior, you had never once heard him speak about his betrothed, much less about his impending marriage. And…you had never once heard him speak this quiet, almost distant.

“Oh.” Your voice mirrors his, just as quietly detached.

“Congratulations then.” You hate that you cannot find a single thread of celebration in your tone or feel any earnestly as the hollowness consumes you.

“I'm praying for the poor sucker stuck with marrying you.” You jokingly tease but the minute the words leave you, your eyes start to sting. Your lips twitch and the taste of tears comes in the back of your throat. An ache you cannot even process yet has the force retreating from you like a sacred small creature. All you do is simply swallow everything back.

Bakugo stays quiet, does not even respond to your jest or thank you for the congratulations.

Under the light of the two moons, the cheers of the marriage celebration continue to illuminate the air.

And you walk away, not saying another word.

#i was watching the stardew valley mod that lets you marry mando and he mentions the vows origin story and here we are #im SORRY #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about star wars #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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this is for @acerathia who caught my plans for the next installment in our little universe, for @procrastination-artist who made my entire world yesterday and as always for @ofmermaidstories to help bring some good deku vibes

here’s our introduction to Jedi!Deku x reader 💚

(also here’s a lovely and fancy Naboo hallway for reference)

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Naboo is something out of a dream. It is all the stories and mythical children’s tales he used to read as a boy come to life. It truly is the beautiful elegant planet sitting among the wild edge of space.

Now as a man, as a Jedi, Izuku of course can appreciate how splendid and awe striking the planet is. But a deep grim reality peeks out from the back of his mind. The investigation into the attack on the Jedi temple has brought him here.

“There are unfortunate rumors now coming out about one of the Naboo senators has been very vocal against us.” Older and gauntly in appearance yet still incredibly legendary, Jedi council member Toshinori told Izuku of his assignment.

“We are not sure about how serious the allegations are but at this point we need to investigate any rumor. And…funny enough this actually works out perfectly. Naboo has been requesting us for some time to possibly send a knight as an extra guard to help with the political unrest going on in the system.”

Izuku nodded at his mentor’s request but he still needed to ask. “Why send me?”

Toshinori smiled kindly and patted Izuku’s shoulder. “You still seem to forget you are now the hero of this generation my boy, a true honor to the title of jedi knight. They will trust you.”

So Izuku took on this assignment with honor.

“Ah! Oh my goodness there he is, a Jedi knight!” His resolve of course is already getting.

Izuku has only been on Naboo since this morning and he has awkwardly had to laugh and greet so many civilians rushing up to him with eager awestruck eyes. Now finally away from the main city and safe within the palace’s grand hallways, Izuku finds a bit of peace before he has to face his assignment.

The Monarch of the planet has requested his presence. He thanks the force for already setting this into motion. As if to bless him even more a breeze flutters into the open walkways and provides a beautiful sense of peace.

He turns the corner. There, at the edge of the steps to a bottom corridor, he finds someone sitting. Izuku’s curiosity peaks up so fast.

The robes and mostly covered face…

“You’re a royal handmaiden.” He breathes out in awe.

He’s never seen one in person and he’s surprised seeing you alone. Shouldn’t you be with the Crown?Now he flat out stares and it’s like two terrified lothcats waiting for the other to move first.

That’s when Izuku spots it. A pack of various breads and sweet baked treats sitting right beside you, one of them is already half eaten.

“Don’t tell anyone you saw this!” Your voice, so fast and panicky, suddenly blurts out like you’ve been caught red handed and Izuku can’t help it.

He laughs as his stomach growls at the sight of the beautifully baked goods.

“I won’t…Just as long as maybe I can get a bite of one of those?” Izuku asks shyly.

Your shoulders drop surprised. He’s even surprised. But what surprises him more is that even with the robe’s hood hiding most of your face, your welcoming grin shines out from under the covering.

“Sure, I’ve never eaten with a Jedi knight before.”

Izuku gladly takes a seat besides you and warmly thanks you as you hand him a piece of your stash. He takes a bite and his evergreen eyes go wide.

“This is amazing!” He gushes.

“Right? A lot of people don’t know this but Naboo actually has a knack for baked goods.” You tell him friendly.

“I would’ve never known! Now I’m really glad I got to try some and on my first day here.” Izuku means his words. He’s grateful to experience Naboo this way before he has to dig deep into its dirt.

“We heard there was going to be a new guard around. I just didn’t expect to see a famous Jedi knight.” You comment.

Izuku coughs embarrassed as he tries to still enjoy the next piece of the bread you’ve given him.

“Well, I’m just a knight. Nothing too special.”

You hum a teasing type noise at him and your lips twitch amused. A wave of heated embarrassment crawls up his skin. But he also thinks it might just be the mid afternoon heat of the planet itself. Izuku never expected Naboo weather to be like this.

“Is it always this hot?” He can’t help but ask.

“Not normally. This spring is just turning into summer faster.”

“I bet. In all those robes I’m impressed you’re handling this better than I am.” He replies to you a bit sympathetic. He couldn’t imagine being in so many long and layered robes along with having most of his face covered.

“Oh I’m used to it.” You snort. “And besides, this always helps.”

Suddenly you reach to draw the robe’s hood back and he sees you for the first time.

Your face is a bit sweaty from being under the hood for so long. A sigh of relief escapes you and your eyes mirror that. Turning to him you smile a weak almost bashful thing.

You’re stunning. Izuku justifies his blatant staring as simply appreciating the new beauty this planet has greeted him with and you so far are his favorite.

“I thought royal maidens couldn’t reveal their identity?” He asks so curious and even a bit stunned.

“Eh.” You tell him so casually with a shrug he almost snorts. “The Queen is the only one who’s identity is hidden. We’re just the entourage, nobody really cares or notices us.”

A small pang now hits inside of Izuku.

“Wait that’s not true!” He suddenly tells you. “I’ve read so much about the Naboo and of course I came across the role of a royal shadow! I remember reading that they have to know so much! The issues of Naboo, anything else going on with the Galaxy, they need to be aware of it all just in case they have to refresh the Crown’s knowledge. It’s all so impressive!”

Izuku watches your eyes go wide and oh no he’s rambled on too much like he always does.

“I’m sorry!” He’s quickly stammers out now so very embarrassed. “I just…I’ve never been here before funny enough, so this is all kind of exciting for me.”

You laugh, but it’s warm and friendly making his heart do an interesting spin. Izuku watches you break off another piece from the dwindling snack stash and hand it to him. He flings it into his mouth quickly to shut himself up from rambling any more.

“Our queen is going to love you.” You tell him with a gentle nod as you munch on the sweet bread. “There’s a lot going on and hearing someone like you speak so excited about this place…it’s wonderful.”

A bright electricity spreads from his chest down to his finger tips as if the force had just ran through his veins. “O-oh! Well, t-thank you!”

He feels like he is back to being a a nervous boy in training when Uraraka used to hand him an extra training saber. Izuku knows those feelings however, this rush of being flustered, needs to be fluttered away.

So he turns the tables. “I am excited for the meeting too. I’m sure the royal court is going to interested to hear how I found a handmaiden hiding away and snacking.”

You gasp horrified. He laughs and finds he enjoys seeing how fast your face scowls hard at him.

“I thought Jedi knights were suppose to be peace keepers, not little shits like you!”

He laughs even harder. “I’m definitely telling the Crown how vulgar and rude you are too.”

“I’m going to be the one talking to everyone first and I’m warning them about how awful you are!” You childishly fire back but it’s without malice because your voice cracks. Suddenly you’re laughing too. You and him simple simple and enjoy this fresh feeling of meeting someone new.

You sigh settling yourself down and look out to the stretch of the empty palace hallway.

“Everyone, even our beloved ruler, would understand if you told them you found me like this though…we all know sometimes we just need a moment to ourselves.”

Your voice grows wistful and even a bit vacant.

A sudden wave of understanding leaks in him. He has mediated alone often because this life, this path he’s taken, sometimes needs to be sorted through. Just sitting here now he already feels as if he is teetering between that duality of being both Jedi knight and a man simply enjoying the company of someone lovely.

“Well. We ate all my snacks.” You suddenly snort. As you stand to leave, Izuku finds he’s already missing you. “Guess my break is over, plus I’m sure you have places to be Sir Jedi.”

The title…it is indeed who he is, but right he just wants to be-

“Izuku.” He clarifies. “My name’s Izuku.”

You repeat his name and his body goes light. You freely give him your name and he holds onto it so precious.

“I guess I’ll see you later then, Izuku.”

And he does see you later.

In the grander of the Crowned One’s thrown room, the entire royal court including senators sits in a circle around the sovereign. He however looks past that. A small circle of royal handmaidens surround the monarch from the back like silent all matching shadows. Izuku can’t help it. His eyes scan the matching robes hoping to find your familiar face or even just a small knowing grin being sent his way.

“Jedi Knight Izuku. Welcome to the planet of Naboo.” Then the monarch’s voice, so commanding and hauntingly even toned, greets him. His eyes go wide for a moment.

How did they know it was him coming?

Then a soft fondness fills his chest. Of course, you really did tell everyone about him first didn’t you.

#maybe it’s my og deku heart or maybe it’s because of how much I love Naboo but this one is dear to me #also wow this got long again I hate my ass #I really want to already say so much more about this but I can’t bcs plot! twist!! BIG TWIST!! my favorite twist!!#but alright i need to shut up now omg #Jedi!Izuku or pls no more st*r w*rs erika #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

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kedsandtubesocks · 1 year

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happy may the 4th be with you day ✨ this is a small but it is mighty treat for today and for my big brain babe @willowser because yes we had our 👀 moment seeing Mando Bkg out of his armor but are you ready for the first time he sees us out of our jedi robes? 🩶

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He’s pissed off. Bakugou needs a map from one of your archive records and it’s late. He should be in bed and he’s pissed off.

So he stomps over to your little homestead at the edge of village and bangs his hand hard on the wall. He bangs, bangs, and bangs until he hears you scream through the door-

“Stars, what the hell do you want this late Bakugou?!”

He’s about to yell at you because how the hell did you know it was him?

But then the door slides open and there you are. All of his thoughts quickly burst from his mind as if one of his explosives went off.

Your face is scrunched up like a furious beast, but he can’t even focus on that. In the dim evening light a sheen glistens across your entire face as if you’ve put something on it like a cream or some other shit.

And…you’re in a sleeping tunic.

The tunic is simple and leaves your forearms bare. You’re not in your sacred robes and his mind can’t process it for a moment. You seem so normal, as if you’re not a revered peace keeper.

“What do you want?” You ask again through gritted teeth and it reminds him that yeah, you’re still the same annoying shitty Jedi. You just…don’t look like it.

“The archive map.” Bakugou answers back an angered bark because now he’s twice as pissed off and can’t stop staring at you.

“Are you serious? Right now?! This couldn’t wait?” You sigh exasperated.

“No it can’t wait, shitty Jedi!” Bakugou snaps back and you make an indignant noise he almost laughs at. But you whip around fast and storm back into the living quarters.

“Come on.” You seethe at him from over your shoulder.

A small piece of him freezes. Hesitation clutches at him to stay still, to be respectful and wait outside. He doesn’t. He instead follows you inside.

All the living quarters for single warriors are the same. He’s thankful being clan leader allows him a larger space cause shit the regular ones are small as hell. The bed, compact kitchen area, and even small lounge couch are all in the same space. The only other room is the fresher door off to the side.

They all look the damn same.

Except yours doesn’t. Of course it fucking doesn’t.

The elders had given you this homestead as a sign of good faith and trust instead of letting you sleep in the crappy makeshift tent you brought.

And now that he’s here, Bakugou realizes he’s never seen inside of it. He’s never been inside of this makeshift apartment of yours.

He greedily drinks in every sight he can, flat out stares without any shame behind the safety of the helmet.

Mountains of scrolls and text clutter the small table you sit in front of now. A small mug rests besides the clutter with a drink inside already cooled. In the compact kitchen a couple of candles illuminate the space with their soft flames. Even a small incense stick releases gentle smoke floating into the air. When the hell did you even get this crap? Did you bring it with you?

Shit, even the lighting of this room looks so different. He has the same lamps you do that are carved into the walls and produce a soft amber light. Except your space seems to glow a different shade. Bakugou can’t describe it. He wonders if maybe he’s slipped into a new dimension. Or, maybe he is now just existing stuck between a dream and something else.

“You can sit down.” Your dull voice snaps him out of his tumbling thoughts as his helmet towards you. You stare at him bored, holopad in hand.

“No.” He flat out tells you and just as quickly turns his face away because he can’t. He will stare at you again if he lets his gaze linger anymore on you.

So he goes back to staring at your room.

He tries not to focus at your messy bed because quickly he begins to imagine you in the sheets, wonders if they smell like you-

Bakugou violently squishes those thoughts away and instead examines your night stand. Then his crimson eyes go wide fast.

“You kept a damn rock from that glow cave we got stuck in?”

The memory is so clear to him.

In that damn cave illuminated by all the weird glow worms was the first time you and him were stuck alone together. That’s why Bakugou recognizes the rock cause of course those worms are still glowing here and he doesn’t even know how. But that cave…that was the first time he truly trusted you, knew he couldn’t see you as an enemy anymore.

Now here a rock from that damn cave rests on your nightstand almost grinning at him.

“Yeah.” You suddenly snicker a low thing as you answer him. “I couldn’t help myself. The rocks were just too pretty. Plus…wanted to just remember that day.”

Your voice is so soft and Bakugou thinks it clutches his heart like a shriek hawk. He whips his helmet back to you. Very quickly he catches your eyes on him for just a second before you rapidly return your attention to the pad.

With your focus there he goes back to again flat out staring at you. This is most of your skin he’s seen. He noticed you bare arms first earlier when the door slid opened. But now, he finds you’re even bare foot. You are here cozy, warm, and relaxed, so openly making this space a home. You here are not a sacred jedi - just you.

It makes Bakugou want to storm out. He wants to leave so badly because he wants, more than anything, to carve out a spot for himself here. He wants to sit on the couch and give you shit for whatever meal you make for dinner. He wants to know what type of tea you favor more. What does your incense smell like? Which of those scrolls do you read the most?

It’s all too much. Especially now as his gloved fingers dangerously itch and beg to run a soft path against any bare skin you’ll let him get close to.

He can’t take this.

So Bakugou yanks his gaze away to scanning the room yet again. And he can’t help it. His attention returns to your bed. This time though his entire body feels as if he’s been suddenly drop kicked into an icy lake on the frozen planet Hoth.

Because there on your nightstand sitting by the dang rock is your lightsaber.

Damn, he’s more upset with himself that he didn’t notice it first.

Quietly unassuming, Bakugou once even joked the weapon looked like a piece of discarded metal found in a junk yard. He now thinks it radiates some freaky as hell sensation and that the saber might be alive, breathing, silently judging him. Because he swears the piece of junk is staring straight at him, a sharp reminder of the the consecrated truth. Bakugou has been trying to believe that here, in this room, your reality is blurred and you aren’t the ancient enemy his ancestors warned him about. But that lightsaber is proof.

It is the literal manifestation of the deep chasm between you and him.

He is a mandalorian. You are a Jedi.

As he continues to stare at the damn freaky light stick he can’t even hate it, especially after you told him you made it yourself.

Bakugou learned from you that Jedi hand make their lightsabers. From picking the metal, to the color of the actual saber which apparently you even had to go and find the crystal used to power it, the process was extensive, intimate. Crafting a lightsaber by hand is meant to forge a bond and solidify a Jedi to the saber that would be with them for life. It is a union between weapon and warrior that, as a mandalorian, Bakugou appreciates. He realizes now he’s never taken the time to truly look at yours.

He finds you in every inch of that dumb metal stick. From the coloring, to the groves of steel, to the actual length of it, it all screams you.

But Bakugou is disgusted that everything now simply screams you. It’s like he can’t escape you. But he’s a mandalorian, a damn good one. So he won’t be defeated by a dumb Jedi, especially by you.

“Alright,” your voice breaks his thoughts. “All done here.”

You stand up to hand him the map now transferred to a small pocket projector he can take with him.

Bakugou swipes it from your hand quickly because he now fears touching any part of you might cause him to combust. Not saying another word Bakugou stomps off to the door.

“You’re welcome.” You joking tease and it freezes him.

Bakugou takes a deep inhale.

“Yeah whatever you did your job shitty Jedi. Get some sleep.” It’s the closest thank you he’ll say to you.

The door slides open and Bakugou almost used bud jet pack to get away as fast as he can from you.

Later when he’s back in his room trying not to think about your homestead or your bare skin or how soft you looked, a thought fires into him.

Jedi weren’t suppose to have attachments.

He knew that.

He supposes forms of attachment meant more of the emotional type. Because all the shit in your room, that small glowing rock, they all seem like attachments. Yeah they were physical ones and small compared to something that could be considered corruptible.

But they are attachments all the same.

And for some reason, Bakugou goes to sleep pleased at the thought of you having them.

He doesn’t like that he’s happy at the thought of you being a bit selfish. Rationally, he argues that it’s because he’s a mandalorian. Seeing possible cracks in a Jedi has to count as some sort of victory. But the more he lingers on these thoughts, the reality sinks it’s teeth into him harder and draws blood. It makes him feel selfish and shitty.

Because if he wasn’t mandalorian, Bakugou knows he would have felt the same way. He was just glad he got to see this side of you - of you not being so Jedi, just being normal, bare, and open. This version of you Bakugou saw tonight, along with the thoughts he can’t quiet down, all keep him up for the rest of the night.

And what ends up pissing him off the most?

This encounter should have solidified that he is pure mandalorian at any moment just like how you are pure Jedi at any moment. But instead it has Bakugou feeling as if his beskar has been stripped and he now stands simply a man consumed by the thoughts of another, of you, of simple pure you.

#referencing another snippet I wrote in this snippet who am I???#anyway HAPPY MAY THEE FOURTH!!!!!#across the stars: mandalorian bakugou #a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about Star Wars #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

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kedsandtubesocks · 8 months

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I blame @andypantsx3 for sending the discord server a pic of Jedi Shouto and then @willowser for sending me deeper into the spiral but here i am with a surprise piece for him and our little scrappy scavenger reader, yes I wrote this in a possessed rush I’m sorry

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You’ve been in fights before.

“You’re scrappy.” Maru, your dearest Jawa companion, told you and even added that you maybe were part feral womp rat. Yes you can throw a punch of course and you have your blaster for a reason. But you rely on your wits. So you appreciate someone who can fight.

And the Jedi before you fights with something akin to grace.

Two black cloaked individuals got the jump on you and Todoroki. You were knocked flat on your ass with your blaster flung far away from your reach. The streets of Coruscant scrambled at the sight of the battle, leaving the Jedi with the two mystery assailants.

He is outnumbered.

Yet Todoroki without any hesitation ignites not one but two lightsabers to life and you’re electrified with shock.

You knew Jedi all wielded a saber. For him to have two makes your race thinking of how strong he must be.

And…how much money you’ll get for selling not one but two sabers now when you eventually rob this foolish Jedi.

Strangely the sabers are two different colors. One is the classic icy blue and the other is a bright crystal white. The movements of the two create cloud like swirls as Todoroki moves with them fluidly.

His swipes and parrying attacks drip with years of discipline. He’s a skilled warrior, deadly and precise. Watching him ignites a heat under your skin that feels itchy and tight. Todoroki is man who makes you wonder sometimes if his mind is a cinder block. He’s ridiculous, annoying, and strikingly blunt.

But he’s beautiful, a warrior carved from composed power. And your heart is caught up in the gravity of his spiraling force.

The enemies flee and instead of chasing after them, Todoroki rushes to you. His two sabers and their bright colors go silent.

“Are you alright?” His dual colored eyes scan you for injuries.

“I’m fine you idiot! Go after them!” You shriek angrily.

“No.” He sternly replies, helping you to your feet. “Your safety comes first.”

You want to hiss at him for being a moron but also at what his words do to your heart.

In the quiet release of the battle diminishing, curiosity starts to peck at you.

“So…didn’t know you had two lightsabers.” You begin casually.

“Yes, it’s not very common.” Todoroki agrees

It fits him. His dual hair, his two planet like eyes so different in colors - of course he would also have two distinctly different sabers.

“That’s…neat.” It’s a lame response but it’s all you can muster up. “Didn’t even realize you could pick two different colors.”

“Normally you can’t.” Todoroki replies quietly and a small moment passes.

“The white one is my brother’s.”

Your eyes go wide.

“Wait, you have a brother who was also a Jedi?” You never even knew he had siblings. You now realize with a grim seriousness you know nothing about your makeshift comrade.

“I did.” Todoroki nods and lifts the saber in question into his hands.

You get a good look at the weapon. The metal is a clash between silver and burnt edges. It seems as if it’s been forged together by a great heat. Even some of the ridges are melted. Multiple scratches scatter around the edges. This saber feels as if it crawled out the depths of something dangerous and burnt away all the regality the Jedi are known for.

“Seems like its seen better days.” You mutter.

“This was his saber before he passed away.” Todoroki in his gentle composed voice reveals the history of the blade. His words shoot your heart out of your chest.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker fast to Todoroki who keeps his attention on the lightsaber. You have never seen him look this way, so distant with an ancient sorrow in his gaze.

“I’m…I’m sorry about your brother.” You mean your words.

“Thank you.”

To fight with a weapon bathed in such heartache but in such connection says much about the Jedi before you. It also makes you curious about him even more.

“Come on.” You playfully elbow your Jedi. “Let’s see if we can find where those pieces of shits went.”

“Afterwards I want noodles from that diner you took us to.” Todoroki says matter of factly.

“You and those damn noodles! You know you can order something else.” You tease.

“No.” His flat out response makes you roll your eyes.

The streets of the city planet are never quiet. In that commotion you are caught up in your thoughts.

The deal you made with the syndicate leader flashes fierce and poisonous in your mind. You swore you would sell him a Jedi’s lightsaber to pay off your debt. Maker, just a few moments ago you were getting excited at the prospect of getting to snag two sabers.

Yet the tender sadness shimmering in the Jedi’s eyes cuts through all of those thoughts.

To fight with the relic of a loved one, one composed of heartache and depth, tells you how heartfelt this man is. He even trusted you with that truth.

It all releases a sinking guilt you haven’t felt in a long time. You want to hiss feral and angry at the ache swirling in your chest like an actual womp rat. It’s enough that you think maybe…maybe you won’t snag Todoroki’s second saber just yet.

Not just because it’s his dead brothers, because yes even as a scoundrel scavenger, you have your limits...

But because your heart feels as if it’s been snagged and caught on not one but both of this Jedi’s dangerous light blades.

#I’m sorry I wrote this so fast but I had to I HAD TO 🤡#Jedi!Shouto and scavenger reader or aka my love letter to Andie #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe #long post

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erika dear 🥺 tell me why this... somehow makes me think of my mando bakugou ??? i think it's because of the high neck maybe !!! it's so casual but idk !!! when he takes it all off maybe...😏 BUT MAYBE I JUST ALWAYS HAVE HIM ON MY MIND ALRHAODHAKKA

My darling Willow why is tumblr like this and not sending the link I’m gonna SHAKE THIS BLUE SITE WITH MY BARE HANDS!!

(edit - Willow sent me the link via messages we are so blessed: https://www.tumblr.com/vaporzzz/715171240310128640/happy-birthday-bakugou?source=share)

But the visual of a high neck…it’s too real because the mandalorian flight suit that most of them wear is thick and covers up a lot so it’s not risqué in any sense but it still reveals so much at the same time??

Like can you imagine the first time you notice it?? It would be when you have to heal his grumpy metal head. A blaster shot had managed to snag the sweet spot between his neck and shoulder not covered by his beskar shoulder pauldron. He goes feral, angered that he is wounded. And when you use the force to heal the wound, after having to snap at him, your hands press against the wound. It’s then you realize he wears a full layer beneath the armor.

But the actual time ever seeing him fully just in the flight suit?? OOF!

It’s late one night when a mandalorian cruiser ship returns back to the home planet but in a screeching clash. It shakes up the entire community. Everyone, including you, runs out into the night to check on the ship and it’s crew.

Thankfully the ship took most of the damage and everyone inside makes it back rather unscathed.

You help the medics with anything they need and even use the force to move debris getting in the way. In the heat of it Bakugou yells orders the entire time.

He is a fierce but strangely enough comfort during the whole ordeal. You can’t help it. You turn to check on his loud metal ass.

Bakugou stands hands on his hips talking with the pilot of the ship, his loud voice now composed and even comforting.

You think maybe it’s not him at first because he is not in full armor. The black painted beskar and white strip out lining the t visor is the dead give away that it’s him. However, it feels as if you are seeing him for the first time. No…it is the first time seeing him and realizing that he is a man. You wonder maybe a wild rancor has rammed into your stomach because you have to catch your breathe.

The black flight suit completely covers him, doesn’t even allow an complete image of how toned his arms are. It instead extenuates his broad shoulders. You notice his tapered waist and how sturdy his entire chest appears.

Bakugou looks strong, built, maybe even stronger out of armor and it does not make any sense! It makes you want to scream!

You should not be down right staring at this man, this mandalorian, especially not just during a time like this. And ship crash accident or not, the lightsaber quiet on your hip is a silent judgmental weight and reminder why you should not be thinking these thoughts.

With a firm inhale to keep yourself composed you jog over to help Kirishima and a few others.

The rest of the night you avoid even glancing at Bakugou. Even when he yells at you-

“Shitty Jedi, you alright?”

“Yeah I’m good!” Is all you yell back. You don’t even turn towards him because it is taking so much strength to not simply turn around and stare at him.

You even have to force yourself not to just think about Bakugou or image of his shoulders, or the way you want to imagine how sturdy his chest feels-

A horrified panic seeps in from just thinking of that and it closes your throat.

All you can do is exhale loud and shakily.

“Hey, you okay?” Sweet Kirishima asks and now you’re embarrassed even more.

You turn to him with a bright nod. “Yup all good.”

A lie, an awful poisonous one you need to find anti venom for and fast.

This feels like a test from the force and you hate that it’s one you might already be failing…

#I can’t believe we haven’t talked about the Mando flight suits because oh my stars…#did I write this at a family bbq yes because I became possessed I had to #this is what mandalorian bkg does to my brain #Willow I lalalala love you so much my favorite animal crossing dreamie villager #thank you I am sending you a slice of cake from the bbq #Willow’s tag 🪴✨#across the stars: mandalorian bakugo #mandalorian bakugo or aka erika stop talking about star wars #in a galaxy far far away: a sw bnha universe

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