#in defence of the jedi

[galacticvampire]

Once again the High Republic explicitly showing how healthily the Jedi dealt with feelings :

- Path of Vengeance

#pro jedi #in defence of the jedi #the jedi order #star wars #path of vengeance #path of vengeance spoilers #the high republic

[mrfandomwars]

I can't believe that some fans complain about the use of attachment as a word in Star Wars because "the meaning is different, making it confusing" but then immediately know what Screwdriver means if you use that word in the Doctor Who context, even without the "sonic" behind it

#star wars #sw #mr talks #pro jedi #in defense of the jedi #in defence of the jedi #doctor who mention

[netmors]

STAR WARS: Eleventh Fleet AU

Hey-hey, I worked, caught a cold, got sick and that’s enough… …so, concept art for the Eleventh Fleet.

Ar'alani and Vah'nya's designs are fairly simple, but the problem with them in particular, and the Chiss in general, is their clothing and style. There are many official references, including those from Legends, but each artist still has his own vision regarding, for example, the shape of the fleet. Somewhere there is a strong homage to the design from the old canon, somewhere it was modernized, and in the latter they added the same “honor's chains”, which look a little strange on the laconic form. It seems to be in the Chiss style, but very impractical.

As a result, I am reworking the design of the expansion and defense fleet uniform, but more on that another time. Let's return to Ar'alani and Vah'nya.

At the beginning of the events of the "Eleventh Fleet", Senior General Ar'alani on his flagship "Vigilant" is increasingly confronted with the Grysks. A year will pass since her last meeting with Thrawn, when the invaders of the Ascendency space will openly attack the Chiss ships.

Such cat and mouse would continue for another year until the disappearance of another Night Dragon class war cruiser, subsequently leading to disaster in the heart of the Chiss Ascendancy. The Senior General will be one of the few superiors who, along with Ba'kif, can survive. Much of this will be down to Vanto and Ronan - unaccounted for variables in the Grysk's plans. The trust placed in Thrawn's "alien protégés" paid off in full.

The Senior General was often accompanied by Senior Navigator Vah'nya. "Vigilant" almost always accepted missions to search for missing navigators. Vah'nya not only guided the ship through the stars and darkness of outer space, but she was much better at rehabilitating rescued navigators, as well as leading the other navigators on the ship. Friendship with Eli played an important role in this.

Because of her "anomaly" as a Navigator who hasn't lost her powers into adulthood, many of the regulations and rules simply don't work for Vah'nya the way they do for other girls. And to be an “anomaly” for Sindikure is a very subtle walking on the edge of a charrik. And yet, to the dissatisfaction of some aristocrats and syndics, the girl manages to balance on it for quite a long time.

+ bonus Ba'kif timeline concept art.

Because I’m not entirely sure that I’m right, but I really wanted to think about what this gorgeous grandpa would have looked like during the Thrawn. Ascendency Trilogy. And I also reworked his “chains” and other form elements quite a bit. And yes, I’m more than sure that Thrawn adopted Ba'kif’s “style” in his time.

#star wars #eleventh fleet au #navigator vah'nya #thrawn #thrawn ascendancy #ar'alani #admiral ar'alani #vah'nya #ba'kif #supreme general ba'kif #chiss #chiss ascendancy #chiss expansionary defense fleet #chiss defence fleet #thrawn books #thrawn comic #thrawn trilogy #thrawn treason #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #art #my art #netmors #concept art #illustartion #digital art #au #i want to see a meeting between karyn or eli and ba'kif - this is literally the teacher and students of thrawn #almost like the jedi or sith lol - master and disciple #this is my third attempt to draw ar'alani and omg how difficult it is to draw this gorgeous woman

[sjbattleangel]

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who legitimately enjoyed the sequels (especially The Last Jedi); who loved the characters of Rey Of Jakku and Rose Tico.

#star wars #the last jedi #tlj #sw tlj #pro tlj #star wars the last jedi #pro-the last jedi #rey #rey of jakku #rey nobody #rose tico #rambles #ramblings #fan rambling #lonliness #lonelly #fan rambles #in defence of the last jedi

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Ah yes that comic. The one where Palpatine pressures Mace into letting him spend time with Anakin and Mace allows it. I want to get something out the way here first, because ppl so often seem to talk euphemistically around the elephant in the room, which is that Mace basically gets accused of handing Anakin over to a potential child molester in that scene. Which is certainly a take away you can have if you are so inclined, but I find it a little overblown, partly because I’m always aware that jedi are empaths skilled in sensing intent so their red flags would look different and partly because that was categorically not Palpatine’s intent and partly because it just seems like an unneccessarily bad faith reading of Mace Windu.The term ‘grooming’ does actually have multiple meanings.

So with that out of the equation is where it gets interesting to me. Palpatine: a lot things that are evil, but not that specific kind. While hiding his true intentions from jedi is a particular skill of his, what is interesting to think about is that he may not have needed to hide much. Sure, maybe he’s got a benevolent grandfatherly interest in the kid who saved his planet, or maybe he’s outwardly pretending at that while quietly projecting that Anakin is a promising little jedi with a lot of raw power and Palpatine has a political interest in cultivating his political views and a friendly relationship with him for future benefits. Exactly none of that is even a lie.

So with that take away, should Mace allow him to befriend Anakin?

Honestly I don’t have a concrete position on that. It touches on... a lot of current issues. But this isn’t about me, this is about how the jedi approach such things.

Overall it doesn’t seem like they’re inclined to try and control what influences and information padawans are exposed to. We see this repeatedly with Ahsoka, who has about a dozen mentors over the course of tcw. And they really don’t coddle padawans, which is something that clearly makes some viewers uncomfortable. I tend to assume that it’s less about controlling input and more about teaching critical thinking. In the case of Anakin, it would be Obi Wan’s job to teach him to navigate a friendship with the chancellor. Our view of that is pretty limited, so all we actually see is him cautioning him over Padme: “she’s still a politician. they cannot be trusted.” Which well. I guess in a sense that does sum it up.

And then there’s the concept that all jedi in the republic have to on some level learn how to manage senators. There’s a jedi who’s whole job is to liase with the senate. We see Obi Wan maintain friendships with Bail and Padme, and no one actually objects to Anakin being friends with Palpatine and Padme, at least until they think Palps is close to setting himself up as dictator-for-life and they’re not 100% sure Anakin wouldn’t help him. It kind of just seems like cultivating good relations with politicians is an unfortunate but necessary part of jedi life?

From that perspective it might even be considered a vote of confidence on Mace’s part, both in Anakin’s maturity/ability to parse manipulation and in Obi Wan’s guidance. And that... does fit with his deleted scene in AotC where he encourages Obi Wan to have faith in Anakin.

#mace windu #anakin skywalker #obi wan and anakin #jedi #sw meta #i guess this is meant neither as a critique or a defence #i just find their position in the republic and how they navigate that inherently interesting #and wish to examine it without judgement

[dreameh17]

so… my tim drake/peter parker dimensional travel fic series is 100% becoming tim drake/peter parker/cal kestis??? whoops???

help???

#peter parker #tim drake #cal kestis #series: a million dreams (ao3) #in my defence #yeah no defending that one #it happened against my will and now i think it’s cute lmao #spider man #red robin #marvel #dc #batman #star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #it is set before survivor tho

[lbibliophile-sw]

Post-Battle Ritual

“This lightsaber is your life.”

Anakin rolls his eyes at the familiar admonishment and takes the metal cylinder Obi-wan offers him.

“Thankyou, Master, I was just about to retrieve that.” His master is mock-frowning at his sarcasm, but it’s not like he drops it that often, and he did know where it landed (this time). Besides…

“Speaking of; where did your lightsaber get to?”

Obi-wan blinks, hand automatically going to his now-empty belt.

“Ah…”

“General, I believe you dropped this.”

And right on cue, there’s Commander Cody with his own well-practiced routine. Obi-wan flushes.

“Cody, thankyou. Anakin, not another word.”

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Also on AO3

For @jedijune - day 7: symbols | faith

#jedi june #this would have been better for the 'defence' day #but close enough #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #commander cody #drabble #bingo fill

[auditect]

I will always love and defend the Jedi Council, but they made such a stupid mistake picking Assajj Ventress to be Quinlan's partner in his mission to assassinate Count Dooku, when the correct choice would have obviously been Vilmarh Grahrk.

#Pro Jedi #Jedi Defence Squad #Quinlan Vos #Dark Disciple #Assajj Ventress #Vilmarh Grahrk

[lemoneste]

Now I would appreciate a fic where Anakin Skywalker just kills Palpatine on accident. I was watching revenge of the sith and through the whole sequence of Obi-wan and Anakin saving Palpatine from the ship I was thinking: “Anakin is waving his damn sabre EVERYWHERE it’s a miracle he hasn’t hit something on accident” and then bam: idea.

In Anakin’s defence there’s a LOT going on so like it’s not his FAULT that he wasn’t looking where he was slicing and the next thing he knows Palpatine’s head is no longer on his shoulders but rolling down some flight of stairs and Anakin just sort of,, pees himself a little.

“Oh. Shit.”

A whole mile away Mace Windu is sitting in his quarters and suddenly the migraine in the back of his head disappears and he’s like “whoa.” And then jokingly is like “who had to be sacrificed for that damn ache to finally go away.” Turns out!

Obi-wan, through a holo-call, (with Anakin skywalker furiously sobbing and heaving through snot and coughs in the background): hey so, we should look into getting Skywalker some ADHD medication.

The Jedi council: why? What has happened?

Obi-Wan: just a little loss of focus, it happens to the best of us.

#Star Wars au #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the clone wars au #the clone wars fanfiction #tcw anakin #tcw headcanons #tcw mace windu #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #the jedi council #jedi council #anakin skywalker

[starlightandsunshine]

I am apparently in the mood to choose violence and post Star Wars takes that would probably get me lynched if I had more followers.

But hey: the clones shouldn’t be Mando. I’m tired of Mando clones and I think they should be allowed to pick and choose what they want their culture to be based off what they say and what has meaning for them.

They hear the Mando trainers talking about colours having meaning so they take that. But they make their own meanings

White is family and home bc their armour is white and kamino is white and everything growing up was white and so white means each other

Cream and brown are peace and compassion bc those are the colours the Jedi wear and that is what the Jedi stand for

Blue and green are protection and defence because those are lightsabre colours and that is what they are used for

Orange is ferocity bc Shaak Ti’s skin is orange and she is calm and kind but the first thing she did was stop decommissioning and she has has never stopped being fierce in their defence

Purple is determination because the only purple lightsabre they’ve seen belongs to Mace Windu and he is never anything but determined to save as many people as possible

Like stop making everything about the clones Mando and start making them associate things with what they know and holds meaning for them. Fives calls the Jedi the clones best friends so let the clones assign meaning to things they associate with the Jedi bc the Jedi didn’t hesitate to love and trust them and offered nothing but compassion and friendship

Let death be about the ocean bc they come from a water planet

Let fighting be about fighting for something not about winning against something bc their generals always talk in terms of protection and saving innocents rather than making it about victory and winning battles

Let winning the war not be about winning but about making peace and let their thoughts about after not be about “protecting the generals” but about being able to learn and grow and discover what it means not to have to fight

I’m just so tired of clone culture being all about Mandalorians and fandom Mandos that have little basis in canon and even less association with the clones when there is so much else you can do with them with just a little thought

#Star Wars #clones #tcw #sw tcw #please no more Mando clones #I begging you to come up with something else #let Sabine have mandalorian storylines and meanings #let the clones have something that belongs to them

[stealingpotatoes]

I love how, whenever anyone tries to categorize the Last 4 Jedi, it is something like this; child soldier and Padawan of the chosen one, the guy who blew up the death star and son of the chosen one, that one guy(Cal), and that other guy(Ezra).

i mean in ezra's defence he had been a missing person for like, 10-12 years

#while luke was blowing up the death star and defeating the sith ezra was on the sesh w the hermit crab lads #thanks for the ask!

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Competence:

Summary: Anakin is entranced by you as you lead the council in tactical planning and strategy. He has to get you away.

Warnings: Almost smut, suggestive, storage closet times!

Word count: 1,430

The Jedi Council chamber was filled with the usual air of solemnity as the council members gathered to discuss the latest developments in the Clone Wars. Anakin Skywalker sat among them, his focus divided between the strategic discussions and the presence of the one person who never failed to captivate his attention – you.

Every time he saw you in action, especially during council briefings, he was reminded of just how good a Jedi you were, just how amazing and… Competent. H was extremely powerful and naturally talented himself, but he was in awe of you. 

The council meeting was in full swing, and you were seated at the centre of the long table, your data-pad displaying intricate battle plans and political schematics. Your voice, calm and measured, resonated through the chamber as you outlined your strategic recommendations.

"Based on the latest intelligence reports, it's imperative that we allocate additional forces to the Mid Rim to counter the Separatist advances," you explained, your eyes scanning the faces of the council members. "This will buy us time to bolster defences in other vulnerable sectors."

Your analysis was met with nods of approval from some of the council members, and Anakin couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in your abilities. It wasn't just your beauty that had drawn him to you; it was your intellect, your unwavering commitment to the Jedi Order, and your exceptional understanding in all matters related to the war.

As the meeting continued, Anakin found himself increasingly distracted by your presence. He watched as you deftly navigated the intricacies of galactic politics, your insights into military tactics, and your poised demeanour commanded respect from even the most seasoned Jedi Masters.  Even Yoda had stayed quiet during your explanations.

He longed to reach out and touch you, to convey the overwhelming emotions he felt in that moment, but the sanctity of the council chamber demanded silence. He ached for you though, squirming in his chair and trying to look like he way paying attention. It wasn’t working well. He tried to focus on the discussion at hand, but his mind kept wandering to the thoughts of you. 

Today's council meeting was no different to the hundreds of others that he had to attend these days. But there was something about you today, a new confidence, you truly had the floor and attention of all the others. Your voice, calm and measured, filled the chamber as you laid out your strategic recommendations.

Anakin watched you intently. It was an intoxicating blend of competence and intellect that he found irresistibly attractive.

As the council meeting progressed, Anakin's mind swirled with images of you. He couldn't help but be drawn deeper into his own thoughts. The way your eyes sparkled with determination, the conviction in your voice, and the way you articulated your arguments with precision��all of it only heightened his desire for you.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his Jedi composure wavering as his thoughts strayed from the matters at hand.

While you debated and argued your points with the council members, Anakin's mind wandered to even more forbidden territory. He pictured you in private moments, the two of you sharing stolen kisses and tender embraces. The thought of your passion and your intellect combined made him flush with desire, and he discreetly adjusted his robe to conceal his growing arousal.

Anakin was so engrossed in his fantasies that he didn't notice the meeting coming to a close. Not until you rose from your seat and collected your data-pad, ready to leave as well. As you turned to head for the door, Anakin sprang up from his seat to follow you out.

The council members began to disperse, each returning to their respective duties. Anakin waited for the opportune moment, and when the last council member had left the chamber, he approached you with a determined stride.

You sensed his presence before he even spoke, and turned to face him with a curious expression on your face. "Anakin, is everything alright?" you asked, noting the intensity in his gaze.

Anakin took a step closer to you, his eyes raking over your form. Then he grabbed you by the top of your arm, and looked around the steadily emptying corridor. 

“Come with me.”

You were taken aback by his urgency and thoroughly confused but you went along with him all the same. You trusted him. 

Though you were questioning why as he led you into what looked like a cramped storage closet. 

“Anakin- What-“

But he had already pounced on you, pressing you up against the door and kissing you like his life depended on it. Like he had been thinking about it. 

You were startled but ultimately you gave in and let him and let him have his way. He got like this sometimes, it was exciting. You leaned into the kiss, hands moving up t wrap around his neck.

The two of you were intertwined for quite some minutes, he just kept going and you couldn’t bring yourself to complain or ask for an explanation. You couldn’t even bring yourself to worry over your not-so-hidden and very small location.

Anakin pulled back slightly and grinned hungrily at you, cheeks flushed with pleasure. You raise an amused eyebrow at him. 

Anakin hesitated for a moment, his heart racing in his chest as he struggled to find the right words. "I just wanted to say… that was really impressive in there," he said finally, gesturing through the door towards the now-empty council chamber. 

You felt a deep flush of satisfaction as you saw just how affected he was. You had no idea you would have such an impact on him. His admiration was flattering.

“You held yourself very well, you were so… The council is very lucky to have you.”

“Is that so?” You asked, smirking as you shifted, grinding your hips against his and feeling his erection pressing into your thigh. Feeling his idea meaning instinctively and loving it, loving the power that such a simple display had on him. 

“Mhm…”

“Thank you,” you responded, “I aim to please.”

Anakin’s hands roamed up and down your body, his fingertips softly caressing your arms as he began to become more bold. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

“You have? ” you asked, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You could feel his warm breath against your neck and it sent shivers down your spine. 

“You’re just so good at everything you do, it’s… intoxicating.”

“You really do have to stop flattering me,” you laughed, “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“Yes you can, you can handle everything.” He kissed down your neck, “You handle me so well.” Anakin was getting more and more eager with every passing second. You let out a very soft moan as you felt the stubble on his chin scrape against your neck and shoulders, teasing you with his lips.You brought your hands up to his shoulder and ran your fingers down the length of his neck, softly tracing the outline of his collarbone.

“I try my best.” 

“You never fail to impress me,” he sighed. Your eyes fluttered closed as Anakin dipped his head down to kiss you again.

Anakin held your face in his hands, gently caressing your skin with his thumb as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. He ran his tongue along your teeth and pushed his body closer to yours, feeling the way your curves fit against him. He couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted to feel you over and over.

Under the intensity of his touch you became bolder, your hands moving down to grip his hips and to pull him closer. Anakin moaned into your kiss as you tugged him down lower against you. He ran his hands up your back, tracing diagonal lines across your shoulders and down your sides. Anakin didn’t want to stop touching you, but he wanted more than just that.

He couldn’t work in this space. He needed somewhere where he could get to you more easily, where he could properly attend you. He pullback, pulling a small whine from your lips. 

“We’re going to my quarters,” he whispered into your neck, “That way we don’t have to worry about anyone interrupting.” 

“Alright,” you replied, eyes still closed trying to keep youself under contol, your head tilted back, “Lead the way.”

Anakin wrapped his arm around your lower back and pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to yours again as he pulled you out of the closet. 

#anakin x reader #star wars prequels #anakin smut #star wars anakin #star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #clone wars #star wars fandom

[miercoooles]

Only for You

Summary: You have never seen him remove his mask, not even when Luke took Grogu away.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Former Jedi GN!Reader, Luke Skywalker x Platonic!Reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers, Angst (it took a turn, ig), talks about past trauma, no use of y/n, cursing, fluff maybe?, and ofc awfully written

A/N: I don’t know if anyone has written something like this, it’s more of a self-indulgent fic just because. I made this to be fluff, idk how that turned out ;-; Also please be nice, this is my first ever Mando fic.

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated!

Din Djarin or better known as “the Mandalorian” for others, was a man of few words. When he first stumbled upon you on a mission, he didn’t even bother to bat an eye. It was because of the little green foundling, Grogu, who took interest and became immediately fond of you, that forced the bounty hunter to take you aboard the Razor Crest.

During the first six months you have spent with him, your relationship with Mando remained stagnant and purely professional. He only saw you as a colleague, someone who can help him accomplish tasks quicker, and take Grogu off his hands when he has something important to do or so that was what you thought. Although, you can’t say the same for yourself because you were attracted to the masked man, whom you have never even seen the face of. 

Today was no different when he asked you to accompany him in collecting supplies and resources as it was running low. As you were about to leave the ship and follow him, Grogu swaddled to you and embraced your leg, not letting you go. “Me and Mando will just go out and gather supplies, little one.” You explained to him, crouching down and carrying him back to his makeshift cradle. Grogu whined, shaking his head in protest and reaching his arms back for you to carry him back. 

“I can’t, little one. Don’t worry, we’ll be quick.” You assured him, caressing his head. Once he made a satisfied grumble, you let go of him and gave him one more wave before rushing outside the ship. 

“You clearly took your time.” Din stated, and you didn’t have to see his face to know that he was annoyed.

You rolled your eyes at him walking past him, your shoulders brushing against his beskar. “Well you can’t really blame me, can you? Little Grogu didn’t want to let go of me.”, you retorted, shrugging and looking over your shoulder prior to sticking your tongue out like a child.

You heard him grumble something about him being the one who saved Grogu but is more attached to you, which made you laugh.

A few months later, you can safely say that your relationship with the head of the ship improved. He started engaging in conversations with you more often, joined in your daily activities a.k.a. playing with Grogu, and even taught you his native language, Mando’a, and trained you self-defence in case he wasn’t on the Crest.

Be that as it may, you’re unsafe to say that the relationship you have developed with the Mandalorian caused your little crush on him to bloom into something more treacherous. There were often times where you found yourself thinking and daydreaming about him as well as imagining how he looks without his helmet on to the point where you get too distracted doing your routines. 

A year has passed since Grogu went with Luke to train and ever since then, things between you and the bounty hunter have changed. He grew distant and cold towards you as if the friendship you have established has turned into nothing but dust, and it left you confused as you returned to the first step. But you missed the little goblin whomst you had created a bond with, and you missed the relationship you’ve previously had with the Mandalorian.

You sat on the co-captain’s chair in the cockpit, staring in the distance as your mind aimlessly wandered in your thoughts while you waited for the bounty hunter to return from his current mission. You spun your chair as you replayed that night the Jedi ransacked the ship.

Just as Djarin rescued Grogu, another alarm rang through the cruiser when a X-wing fighter flew past it. You were so engrossed by the ship landing on the dock that you did not notice Grogu appear on your lap and watched along with you. Silence loomed across the room, as a hooded figure dismounted the ship. The moment you saw the green lightsaber flash from the mystery man’s hand, you felt as if a bucket of ice water fell on you.

Grogu seemed to have noticed your change in demeanour that he made concerned, little gurgling noises that pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked at him and caressed his head, giving him a small smile to assure him you’re alright. 

As Gideon saw the commotion bother the crowd, he took his chance, pulling out his blaster and shooting Kryze, pummeling her to the floor. He then turned around to aim at you and Grogu, but Mando was quick to act and jumped in front of you as you shielded Grogu. 

Opening your eyes, you saw Gideon knocked out on the ground and Grogu reaching his hands up to the monitor wherein the not so mysterious man (to you anyway) just finished the dark troopers. You heard Djarin command someone to open the doors, but you were too fixated on the man walking towards it that you did not hear who. 

Once the door is open, the man removes his hood revealing his face. No one said a word as his eyes travelled and studied each person in the room, definitely searching for someone. When you met his gaze, he looked at you with familiarity, making you look away. 

“I am Luke Skywalker”, he introduced himself. You discreetly rolled your eyes at the mention of his name. 

“Are you a Jedi?” Din asked, to which Skywalker answered and confirmed. You turned your chair so your back is facing him, Grogu, on the other hand, peeked at the side of the chair, interested in the man. 

You heard Luke call onto Grogu, you looked down at the foundling who hasn’t moved an inch. “He doesn’t want to go with you.” The masked man said, stepping forward. Luke went on explaining that Grogu was asking for Mando’s permission to allow him and that the Jedi will do his best to protect the Child with his life and train him which made you scoff. 

You did not have to look to know that the bounty hunter was reluctant in letting Grogu go, but you both knew that was what he was meant to do. So when you heard his footsteps coming towards you, you faced him and handed him the Child. 

“Go on, little one. That’s who you belong with, he’s one of your kind. I’ll see you again, I promise.” Mando assured the little one, but you knew that he was also assuring himself that they will be reunited again.

You watched them intently as the Child held up his hand to touch the beskar helmet of Djarin. You heard about Djarin and his affiliations with The Children of the Watch. You also know that group teaches its foundlings that they should never reveal their identity to the presence of another living being. So when you saw him clutch the material that covered his identity, you turned your chair away from him, respecting the belief of the group he is in.

You felt trinkets of water on your cheeks as you heard Mando usher the Child to go with Luke.  Once you heard your partner put his helmet back on, you assumed that the Jedi master already left, and you huffed out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, thinking you were finally safe. Or that’s what you thought…

“I see you’ve joined the other side,” the blonde spoke up, proving your assumptions wrong and making you inhale sharply as he was clearly talking about you.

You felt everyone’s eyes fall on you, but you were particular about only one. You felt Djarin’s eyes drill holes at you with curiosity through his helmet, and he did not have to remove it for you to figure out that he was baffled about what was unfolding in front of him.

You spun your chair once more to face him, glaring at him and crossing your arms. “So? What is it to you?”, you retorted sassily.

“Ah, still the same old you. It’s nothing really,  I just never expected it, especially with you.” He taunted.

“Oh really? I would beg to differ.” You protested, quirking your eyebrow and leaning forward. “Or have you already forgotten what you did to me?”

Luke stayed quiet for a moment, speechless that you remembered what happened years ago. “You know I never meant for that to happen.” 

What he said infuriated you, but you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, fisting your hand. “I never left you on purpose. I was needed elsewhere. I had a duty. And if I had let you know, would you have let me go? I don’t think so because you wouldn’t have understood anything since what do you know about duty and responsibilities, huh?” He continued, raising his voice as he defended his previous actions.

That stunned you, but he was right. You had no sense of duty as you were a young, reckless, and carefree person. You had no care for your responsibilities. You wanted your life to be filled with fun and joy, not with stress and worry. You had potential with the Force even Kenobi foresaw that, and had you taken your training seriously, your skills would be equalling Luke on a par or duel, maybe even bested him. But you had let your childishness win. Yet he had no right whatsoever to talk to you like that, like he knew what happened to you. 

You stood up from where you were seated and started striding towards him, forgetting the existence of the others. “How dare you speak to me that way, Luke Skywalker. Do you have any idea of what I went through the moment you left? NO! You have no idea what hell I have experienced and encountered when you abandoned me. You have no idea about the pains and sacrifices I made in order to get back up again. You have no clue how long it took me to fix and find myself once more. I waited for years Luke, years thinking you would return for me but no, you never did. I felt like I had no purpose anymore, but thanks to them…”, You argued, looking at Din Djarin before continuing. “I found it again. Without them, I would probably still be wandering the outskirts of wherever. I was saved by them, by Grogu and Djarin.” 

Once you were face to face with him, you pointed your finger at him, stopping the urge to slap him, “You have not one shittiest hint of what I have been through, so you have no right to talk to me like that. You were the only one I had, you were my best friend, yet it seemed so easy for you to leave me. I only wished you told me, then maybe it would have been easier for me.” You whisper-shouted, your lips quivering as you held back your tears and softly punched his shoulders, avoiding to hurt the Child.

You felt yourself become light-headed from all the emotions that you let out. The last thing you felt was strong, cold arms catching you before your vision turned dark and passed out. 

When you woke up, you looked over to the side hoping to see the man you were completely infatuated with, instead you were disappointed when you were met by Bo Katan.  When she saw you open your eyes, she immediately told you that Grogu went with Luke to become his apprentice. You scrambled on your feet, Kryze behind you as you searched the whole ship looking for any signs of Grogu, but there was none. And that broke you even more as you never got to say goodbye.

An hour or so has passed by and you were still deep in thought not hearing the bounty hunter return from his assignment. He removed his armour, leaving his helmet on as he went to look for you in the ship. When he found you, he saw you lost in thought, your chin placed on your palm. He let out a sigh, leaning against the doorframe and watched your reflection on the window.

Before he left, he told you that he was going out to complete a mission he accepted, the truth was he went to see Ahsoka. The confrontation that happened between you and the Jedi bothered and confused him. He thought that the connection you both had meant you trusted him enough to tell him those kinds of things, apparently he was wrong and expected too much that he ended up getting hurt in the process. 

The feelings he had towards you puzzled him, and he wondered if there was a chance that you felt the same towards him. But seeing how you and Luke fought, he gave that thought up and started distancing himself to lessen the pain. He knew what he was doing affected you both badly, but he thought it was for the best.

And although he believes that what happened that night doesn’t hurt him anymore, he knows deep inside that he’s only lying to himself, especially because it was the night where he had to let go of his ‘kid’. But what wounded him more than it should was that it was Baby Grogu that bridged him to you. During your first encounter, he only saw you as a burden. But the immediate close proximity you have made with the Child, allowed him to give you the benefit of the doubt and accepted you anyway. 

He stayed distant, watching you and Grogu interact and play while he worked or rested. In those moments, he felt his cold heart warm up to you, thinking that maybe it would not be so bad to make a bond with you. Afterall, you’ve known each other for how many months already. 

So in a few months, he joined you whenever he had nothing to do, helping you in taking care of Grogu or just spending time with you and getting to know you better. As you got together frequently, his feelings evolved. Being with you made him at ease, made him feel he was safe. You welcomed him with open arms and open heart, not once making him feel uncomfortable or judged. He trusted you and became most vulnerable only to you, the first he has done in a while. But the thing about you that he cannot fathom was that there was something about being around your presence that he could not keep away from even just for a second. 

And after everything, after seeing and learning about the things you kept secret from him, all he gravely wanted to do was pull you closer to his embrace and comfort you. He wishes to be there for you as you let the walls you built for years break. He craves to be the person who you will look for and run to when you need someone like how he is to you. He longs to be the person whom you would be comfortable to show the real you without any filters. He aches to be the one to put and protect that beautiful smile and laugh of yours. And he yearns to hold you, to have you in his arms, to shower you with kisses, to tell you what he truly feels about you, to wake up beside you, and to be able to call you his best friend and lover. 

That was the main reason why he visited Ahsoka because he had no clue about what he felt and how to express it. When the former Jedi master confronted him and told him bluntly that what he felt was love, he instantly denied that idea until she asked him a series of questions about you. And when he realised it, he promptly stood up and thanked her before sprinting as fast as his legs could back to the ship.

Which brings him to now, still watching you. He observed you quietly, wondering what it was that put you deep in thought. He loves it whenever you use that wonderful brain of yours because you have an adorable habit of scrunching your eyebrows together and pouting your lips. 

The moment he saw a teardrop fall from your cheek, he felt his heart shatter. Maybe he doesn’t know the reason but he wasn’t completely heartless. His legs quietly carried him to you, sitting down beside you and wiping your tear stained cheeks, startling you.

You withdrew yourself from his touch, frantically looking elsewhere as you felt his eyes scan, possibly trying to figure out what you were thinking. “Hey Mando! Since when did you get back?” You asked nervously, your fingers fidgeting and legs bouncing.

He hummed before sitting on his respective chair and facing you. “Just a while back. Can I ask you something?” He queried, his voice heavy due to the modulation of his helmet. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.”, he continued, checking your body language to see if you were okay with it. You squirmed in your seat, feeling seen by him before nodding, eyes still averted from him, “Ask away, amigo.”

“Why have you never told me?” You looked at him, your eyebrows knitting together, “Never told you what exactly?” Although you can’t see him do it, he rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrow at you. “I mean, why have you never told me that you were a Jedi warrior? I thought that maybe by that time before that Luke guy appeared, we already earned each other’s trust.”

The question took you by surprise, not that you weren’t expecting him to ask, you just didn’t think he would ask you now since it has been a year already. For the first time, you understood why he pushed you away, he felt like you had not trusted him enough to not give him this information that it hurt him. 

You finally found the courage to look at him, and you have no idea what he’s thinking or what his expression is behind his mask, making you more jittery. 

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, sighing it out before opening them once more to look at him. “I presumed that I did not have to remember that chapter of my life once I joined your journey. I never expected Luke to appear out of nowhere and bring that part of my life up. As for never telling you, I did not want to share to you the burden of guilt I carry. You have so much on your shoulders already, that it felt right to just never let you know as I have left it. Maybe also because I was scared that your perception of me would differ when you find out. ”

Your sight dropped to your lap, your thumbs playing with one another, and your whole body trembled as you finished. You couldn’t look at him now, you felt vulnerable as you held back your tears. There was nothing but deafening silence and it scared you because the thoughts in your head are saying that he sees you differently and more disgusting now than ever. But those thoughts evaporated the moment he placed his right hand on yours, caressing it while his left hand softly cupped your chin and moved it up so he could see your face. 

His left hand continued moving, stroking your cheeks with his knuckles. You released a relieved sigh as you leaned into his touch. “Darling, I would never look at you differently just because our races hated each other. And I’m sorry if I ever hurt you by distancing myself away. It just felt…” 

You pulled your right hand away and placed it on his helmet, gesturing for him to stop. “You don’t have to explain, okay? I should have told you because we made a promise that there should be no secrets between us.” 

It was now your turn to place your hand on the cheeks of his cold headgear, running the pad of your thumb against the cold surface. He broke away from your touch, withdrawing his hands from you and moving it towards the end of his helmet. That was when it hit you he was going to take it off for you, but before he could you stopped him. 

“Wait, what are you trying to do?”

“Well before you stopped me, I was going to remove my helmet.” He quipped, making you giggle. 

“No I knew that, you idiot. I meant why are you doing it? Don’t you have some sort of belief that you shouldn’t show your face to others?” You asked innocently, tilting your head out of curiosity. Din chuckled at the thought of you being dense. 

“We did say there should be no secrets between us, right?.”

“Right, but doesn’t mean you have to do that especially if you feel like you’re being forced to. And you already went against that vow when you removed it for Grogu, I don’t want you to do the same just for me.” He laughed at your explanation, the modulation of his voice vibrating to your spine, making you shudder. 

“For a genius, you can be the densest person. I already broke the oath for Grogu, so it doesn’t really matter anymore. But even before that, if you had asked me to show myself to you, I would have taken the chance and done it anyway.” 

What he professed dumbfounded you. “I? You? Wha? Why?”, was the only thing you managed to articulate, smart right?

“Because…”, he trailed off. “Because you are worth breaking the commitment I made to The Tribe. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up, and my last thought before I go to bed, you smile at me in my dreams. And only for you, I would risk everything even if it meant getting outcasted by my race since you mean everything to me and I love you beyond the galaxies and more.”

With that he removed the last piece of beskar armour he had on, placing it on his lap and officially revealing his identity to you. Your mind still not comprehending what he said, added with the fact he showed his face to you, had you feeling hundreds and thousands of swirling emotions.

Concerned at your stillness, he asked, “Am I that ugly?” pulling you out of your thoughts. 

Blinking your eyes, it hit you that he was there without the headpiece. “Oh my Gooooood!” You exclaimed, astonished by how good he looks.

“Is that a good thing?”, he asked once more, scratching the back of his nape. You nodded your head vigorously. You stared at his features, remembering every detail, in case you’ll never see it again. 

He has tousled brown hair from removing his helmet. His eyes were a twinkling chocolate brown doe orbs that seemed to hypnotise you as you stared into it. He had soft and pale red lips. Topping off his features was a peppered stubble that scattered on his jaw and a moustache that made him look more serious and mature. 

You timidly move your hand to his cheek, afraid that in a blink of an eye, you will wake up and everything you saw  was a dream and t’was too good to be true. He softly gripped your wrist, eagerly placing your palm on his cheeks, making you wheeze at his impatience. 

Once your skins’ touch, you stroked his cheeks, feeling the roughness of his stubble underneath your palm. When you made eye contact, you gave him a soft smile. And it didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes flickered to your lips for a moment.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” He asked with no shame, taking you off guard and making you choke on your own saliva. You smacked him in the chest, and he just raised his eyebrow.

“So can I?” You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “I need verbal consent, darling.” He drawled, leaning forward and boring his eyes into yours. You cannot deny that letting his gentleness lead him gave you butterflies, once more falling head over heels in love with the tin man.

“Yes Din, kiss me please.” You begged, and in one swift motion, he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours. 

You had thoughts that the kiss you two would share would be heavenly, but you had not expected it to be this good. His lips were soft and light like feathers against yours. His hand held the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb grazing your jaw, while the other found itself on your thighs as he gave it a comforting and reassuring squeeze, resulting in a satisfactory sigh coming from you. 

You felt him smile through the kiss before pulling away to catch his breath, making you whine at the loss of contact.

He placed his forehead on yours, piercing into your orbs before mumbling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika**” against your lips.

“I love you too, Din.”, placing one more kiss on his lips.

Note: Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, my mesh'la cyar’ika** - I love you, my beautiful darling.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Hi! Can I request prompt 19 with Din Djarin? Fem!Reader. Thanks in advance 😊✨

As We Fall (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

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Prompt: ARGUING!!!!! then a heated “kiss me.” and suddenly their hands are all over each other

A/N: ohohoho I loved writing this!!! Oh nonnie, thanks for the ask

Warnings: MDNI, smut, sexual content, roasting the shit outta each other, play fighting, Din removes his helmet. 

Word Count: 1.2k

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You and the Mandalorian had a lot of free time after Grogu left the both of you to join Luke Skywalker. You both had been moping around the Crest like sad parents, but the both of you were mostly bored out of your minds.

You could not stop thinking of the man before you. He had removed his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu and you almost collapsed at how beautiful his face looked. He had a gorgeous rugged beard and fluffy hair that you wanted to touch and run your fingers through, although you never admitted to it.

His eyes were a special shade of chocolate and you would fight whatever evil force that plagued the galaxy to see them up close. You wanted to memorise his face but Din had not removed his helmet in front of you since that day and you were too shy to say anything about it.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” his modulated voice broke through your thoughts.

“Nothing, just of how bored I am.” you said casually, leaning against the chair you were seated on.

Din was smirking under his helmet. He might not be a Jedi who can mind read, but he could see the subtle spike of your heartbeat through his visor as you not so subtly stared at him. His steady voice didn’t betray the fact that he already knew what you were thinking about and he was already concocting his own plan.

“Why don’t I teach you how to spar?” he said, tipping his head slightly, making your heart quicken again.

He knew you wore a good mask with the way your face didn’t twitch, not even for a millisecond.

“Oh, please, I know how to fight, Din Djarin, too scared to challenge me?” you tipped your chin upward and smiled sweetly.

“It’s not a challenge when I know that I could take you down easily, meshurok.” he casually got up and brushed invisible fluff off his beskar armour and you gulped.

You loved it when he called you that. Meshurok. Gemstone. You were his gemstone, a treasure that he found and cherished with his life. He didn’t know you knew what he meant and you intended to keep that knowledge to yourself to shield the Mandalorian’s ego.

“Oh I bet you can, Tin Can.” you say as he threw you a stick that replicated your sword and his Dark Saber.

He simply tilted his helmet again and positioned himself.

“Ladies first,” he said.

You waited for him to make his move, raising your eyebrows at him when he didn’t.

“I’m clearly the one with the dick, sweetheart.” he said flatly and placed one of his gloved hands on his hips.

“Hey, ladies can have dicks too, okay?” you quickly say swinging your stick at him after taking note of his lack of defence.

He blocked you just in time, almost lazily as he pushed you and your stick away with his. You knew he was grinning under his helmet with the chuckle he let out.

“Yep, I walked straight into that one.” he huffed, swinging at your hips but you caught him and pushed back with a groan when met with resistance.

You swung for his head and he ducked, but you took another swing at his legs instead, missing by an inch.

“What? You walked straight into a dick? Man, please tell me you didn’t break the mirror, it's the only one on this god awful ship.” you frowned at him as he went for your chest.

“Well, you don’t need a mirror to tell you that you look like a fuckin’ Wookie on spice.” he countered back and you feigned hurt clutching your chest, ducking his swing again.

It was time to pull out the big guns.

“Really Mando? So you’re telling me you fisted yourself silly over a Wookie on spice?”

He froze and you took that chance to disarm him and knee him in the stomach, making him collapse to the floor in a heap. You quickly climbed over him and placed the stick you were holding against his neck, sitting on his abdomen. His breathing was coming out in quick puffs, and you grinned down at him, bathing in the fact that you knew about his little secret.

A few weeks ago, he had walked in on you in the refresher, turning into a blubbering mess and running out almost instantly when he saw you bare. You thought nothing of it until you heard soft groans and whimpers from his quarters late that night. You never brought it up, but today seemed like a good day to let it slip.

His gloved hands grasped at his helmet and with a soft hiss he pulled it off his head and set it aside as he scanned your face. Falling for you was never part of his plan, but that day sealed it all for him. You looked perfect, with all your curves and scars and he craved to see that again, to rip off all the baggy clothing you wore and let his lips and bare hands travel the planes of your skin.

Now, he looked down at where your body met his and he actually believed that you were sculpted for him, the way you fitted so perfectly against him. You shifted slightly and his eyes snapped up to look at yours once again. You had a soft smirk on your lips and your hand was twitching at the stick you were holding.

“Stop looking at me with those eyes, Mandalorian.” you whispered, drinking in his beauty from up close.

“Fuck, I can’t, meshurok.” he breathed, keeping his eyes on yours.

Suddenly, everything was a blur. You felt the stick being pulled from your grasp and tossed aside as Din flipped you over. He loomed over you and kept you caged between his legs, not breaking eye contact. Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, pressing into you like you were a breath of fresh air after he had been poisoned with thoughts of you. Your hands were soon clawing at his scalp as your legs wrapped securely around his abdomen.

You were too lost to know when it happened but he had pulled his gloves off at some point during the chaos and was now feeling you up, swallowing your moans and groans. You pressed yourself against his hardening member under his flight suit and he bit at your lip, unmercifully drawing blood from you as you cried at the pain and pleasure that blossomed through you. His lips travelled to your neck as you pulled his hair harder, soft nips making you whine and writhe against him as you pulled him closer.

“Have it Din, take it, gar serim.” you moaned in the language of his people and he almost melted against you in shock, instantly lifting himself off you and carrying you up, presumably to his quarters.

You certainly had enough time to memorise every inch of his face after the events of that night. Sure, the Mandalorian Din Djarin managed to cure your boredom, but he also had rendered you paralysed for about a week and left beautiful bruises blooming throughout your body like you were his latest art piece.

He had thrown you around and used you like you were his very own ragdoll, clutching you to him like you were going to run away, his cock stuffed deep in you for hours. Your throat was hoarse from screaming, pleasure and pain twisting together as you felt Din’s skin against yours.

If falling for the Mandalorian was this dangerous for your body, you should’ve just done it from the second you met him.

Translations: Meshurok: gemstone Gar serim: That's it.

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[mmelolabelle]

Fun thought; when you watch Vader!Anakin attacking young Ahsoka, remember that’s the exact way many of her peers, other padawans and younglings died.

Like you see Anakin leading Order 66 in ‘Kenobi’, but we don’t get much detail. ‘Ahsoka’ gives visual context for what exactly the Jedi in the Temple faced that night (bar the red saber) and illustrates why so many of them died with lightsaber wounds.

A skeleton defence, the elderly, the injured, the recuperating, babies, and kids who were only just old enough to get their own lightsabers, against that.

#order 66 fucked me up in 2005 and I have never recovered #anakin is a terrifying concept when you think about it #even at only 23 the list of people who could have stopped him on that rampage is tiny #darth vader #anakin skywalker #vaderkin #ahsoka tano #ahsoka #rots #revenge of the sith #order 66

[des8pudels8kern]

If I were to write a Star Wars fic (which I won’t, as working full-time does not leave me with enough mental energy to be properly actively fannish), it’d be an epic AU where Obi-Wan also falls down the shaft at the climax of his fight with Maul, is presumed dead, and then pops up during the Clone Wars as a mysterious agent of chaos whose initial goal is just to rattle and provoke the Jedi into shedding at least a bit of their apathy disguised as serenity and their superiority complex (so, Obi-Wan choosing to help an entire planet of children caught in a horrific war was bad and aggressive, deserving of first repudiation and then probation, but when Knights and Masters order enslaved sentients into battle it’s duty and necessary to uphold the values of the Republic and thus Order?). He’s bitter, he’s angry, and he wants to destroy the Order. Well, the Order as it is. All talk, so little regard for actual decency, and no infrastructure in place to protect the children under their care.

There’d be a semi-humorous scene where Cody (who is... compromised, okay, he knows it, but this evil fallen force user is just different from the other evil fallen force users, okay) comes across Obi-Wan, bleeding from a fresh gash on his head (”What happened to you? - Oh, nothing, dear one; I just tripped.”) one eye clenched shut where the blood is dribbling down, yada yada, they do their usual song and dance about no, you question your allegiance and join my side, and then.

What’s that?

Cody bends down and picks up the thing that’s caught his attention. It’s round, and not quite flat, and ye--- yellow. He narrows his eyes at the infuriating pain in the ass in front of him.

“Tripped, huh? Deliberately, I assume?”

The man’s gaze flits down to the coloured lens balancing on Cody’s finger now, the exact same shade as his one open eye.

“When you arrived, the light of your presence overwhelmed me and caused me to falter. It can be quite challenging when one has delved as far into the dark as I have,” the fucker tries to lie to Cody’s face, voice as serene as the calmest of Jedi Generals fresh out of meditation, and maybe Cody needs to reconsider how trustworthy anything spoken in that tone really is.

Cody throws the lens at him, and the offending item manages to land on his chest, where blood has soaked into the shirt, and sticks to the fabric, staring at him accusingly.

“What kind of nerf-brained idiot fakes being a Sith? The entire Order is after you!”

The nerf-brain winces, then sighs and droops. He rubs a hand through his suddenly tired-looking face. The blood from his apparently actually self-inflicted head-wound that was meant to disguise the missing lens is smeared all over his cheek now, which looks ridiculous and is somewhat worrisome because Cody is used to bloodshed and knows that it’s usually not a good sign when people forget that they are bleeding. It does match the bone-deep exhaustion etched in the other man’s features, though, now that his mask of flirtatious nonchalance has dropped.

“In my defence, I honestly did not expect it to go this far.” He spreads his hands and pulls a somewhat forced-looking version of his usual boyish grin. “I assumed I would get in two, maybe three strikes before the Order went on alert and I got caught. When they didn’t, I decided to... provide further motivation.”

His right eye is grey-blue, as fathomlessly deep as the waters of Kamino, and Cody wonders what can drive a man to pretend to be evil incarnate to catch the attention of an organisation of essentially super-powered sentients in the middle of a war.

Another trickle of blood from the absolutely needless head wound snakes its way down the side of the man’s face, making it clear that, whatever his motivation might be it’s not a healthy sense of self-preservation.

Maybe Cody can get him to take out the other lens, too, so he can check his eyes for signs of a concussion.

And get a closer look at the colour.

...At least now he’s not compromised by a Sith anymore?

#not!fic #star wars #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #codywan #no i'm not one of those people who think the jedi were bad and deserved to be eradicated but they clearly needed some checks and balances #there are more than enough highly worrying events in obi-wan's backstory #and tbh anakin clearly would have benefitted from more mental health resources #ah i miss writing #can't i just win the lottery? #fake sith obi wan