#ner vod'ika

[iron-strangers]

Aliit

Summary: Din is raising a strong Mandalorian clan, so naturally, he's encouraging his aliit to have a Nerf war at six in the morning.

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Jedi!Reader

Tags: Established Relationship, Kid Fic, Good Parent Din Djarin, Domestic Fluff, Mand’alor Din Djarin

CW: Breastfeeding, No use of Y/N

Length: 1.3k

A/N: I'm trying to cross-post my fic from AO3 to tumblr. This fic is a part of an ongoing series, posted on AO3.

Read this on AO3 : Aliit

Link to the series on ao3, tumblr

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There's a flurry of little feet running across the wooden floor, pulling you out from your meditation, followed by a thrill of little laughter. The force feels oh so light, the force feels giddy. You crack one eye open, smiling when you see a tiny head behind a wall, immediately sneaking back when he is spotted.

“Buir, we've been covered!” Aranar gasps loudly, then he claps his hand on his lips when his buir shushes him. 

“Go, go, attack!” Din rushes him, pushing his son from behind. The boy runs, shooting you and Grogu with a toy blaster, a model Galar 15 Carbine. Yellow plasti bullets flew across the room, hitting Grogu's little arm, distracting the child from his meditation with a shriek. Din smirks, loading his rotary blaster model and shoots a round of toy bullets, hitting you on your arm. Your riduur is unhelmeted and you can see the boyish grin on his face, looking younger as all the stress from ruling a system melts when he's surrounded by his clan.

“Ouch- hey, watch it, no hitting the kid!” You hiss, pick the child up, moving him to your lap. Grogu thrills happily, holding the rain of toy bullets in the air and sending them back to his buir. “Good job, ad'ika!” You beam, kissing his green forehead. 

Aranar laughs, ducking behind Din's leg for cover, loading the yellow bullets back to his blaster. He aims from behind his buir and the wind from the bolt blows your hair.

“Excellent aim, Ar'ika!” Din praises, offering the boy a high five. Aranar happily claps his buir's hand and Din loads his blaster, charging it with a few leftover toy bullets before shooting at you with precision, setting an example to his son. “Try deflecting this, cyar’ika!”

You yelp, huddling with Grogu, putting a little toy whistling bird around his fist and shielding him until the plasti bullet rain stops, then you stand up, carrying Grogu on your hip while pulling another plasti blaster that you know they stashed under the couch with the force. The model Westar blaster flies to your hand and you shoot your riduur right on his unarmored tummy twice and to his bicep and chest. Grogu sends his toy ammo towards his vod'ika, hitting Aranar's little calf and thighs, sending another flurry of bullets flying across the room.

“Ow, fall back, Ar'ika, fall back!” Din grabs his son by his middle, carrying him back into hiding. “I will get you back, momma!” Aranar shrieks with laughter, going limp on his buir's arm. Din carries him all the way to the kids’ bedroom, hiding with the boy behind his blanket fort, both are stalking you while loading their blasters back with toy bullets.

“Where's ner Ar'ika?” You pretend to search him, ignoring the wriggly lump underneath the blanket, trying your hardest to not laugh whenever you hear a rustle from behind the blanket. “Oh no, Grogu, your vod'ika is missing! If he's not here then we can eat all the barnaban mist-pudding and add broccoli to our bantha steak tonight-”

“Ew, momma no!! No broccoli, never ever!” Aranar cries from the pillow fort, giving away his location.

“Ar'ika, attack!” Din yells, followed by his son's giggles. Two heads pop out from behind the mountain of pillows, both sporting the same brown, unruly curls, two sets of brilliant brown eyes, and dimpled smiles. The resemblance (and the plasti bolts) knock the wind out of you. You pretend to fall onto the carpeted floor, clutching your chest and groaning.

“Momma yield?” Aranar giggles, running to sit on your tummy and you let out a soft oof, catching him with one hand by his small hips to stabilise him. 

“I yield, Ven'alor,” you throw your blaster away, holding both your hands up. 

“Buir, I win!” Aranar cheers, giving his buir a toothy smile. You smirk to your riduur before flipping the boy to the plush floor and starting tickling him.

“But can The Ven'alor win against the tickle monster?”

Aranar yells with laughter, clutching his tummy and smiling so widely. Din lifts a cackling Grogu to his chest, rubbing on his ear, making the child purr as his other son tries his best to wriggle free from the tickles. “Buiiiir, help me!”

“Now, Ar'ika, what's the word we use whenever we ask for something?” Din teases, making no move to help the boy from your tickles.

“Please!”

Din is about to scoop his firstborn up when he hears a piercing cry from the nursery. You stop tickling Aranar and look at your riduur sheepishly.  “We woke Mirshka up,” you laugh, lifting Aranar to his feet and brushing the curls away from his eyes, kissing his chubby cheeks. You look at him with pure adoration, watching him call his little mudhorn doll with the force and go back to hugging your neck, leaning to your chest, mumbling about giving his toy to his baby sister.

“You two wanna say hi to your vod'ika?” Din asks, answered by both of his sons with a nod, taking his buir's hand and leaving for the nursery along with Grogu. You shake your head, basking in the warmth that is your little family's voice. You lift all the stray plasti bullets with the force and deposit them in their box before getting up to go join your aliit.

“Momma, Mir'ika hungry?” Aranar asks, your three-year-old son is so in tune with the force already. He can feel Grogu’s and his two-month-old baby sister’s emotions in the force and he can recognize his buir's presence even with his armor. “I gave her my mudhorn, she won't stop crying.” 

You mouth a little aww to your riduur, who's currently cradling his wailing baby girl on his strong arm, his other hand holding Aranar's doll to her crying face, almost as big as her swaddle. You caress her cheek and press a soft kiss before sitting on the little feeding chair in the corner of the nursery, covering yourself with a baby blanket. Din hands Mirshka to you, helping you maneuver her into a comfortable position. You push your robes aside to let Mirshka latch to your nipple. As soon as she finds you, she begins suckling happily and her little curious hand holds onto your forefinger tight. Her big brown eyes blink owlishly, smiling up towards you.

Din helps both Aranar and Grogu to climb into the chair, squishing themself on each of your sides, cuddling close to you as you feed the baby. They lean against you and sigh, giving away both their comfort and exhaustion, letting your force presence lull them to sleep. Beaming to your riduur, you offer him your free hand, holding his hand with your free hand.

“Vor’e, cyar'ika,” Din mumbles, caressing your hand with his thumb. You hum, tilting your head to your riduur curiously. “Whatever for, my love? Shooting practice at six-thirty in the morning?” 

Din still gets whiplash from the weight of your love, but as always, he holds onto you tighter and leans forward, pressing a loving, lingering kiss to your lips before bumping his head against yours in a keldabe. “For giving me this,” he gestures, an aliit, he means. The one he never thought he could have. “I'll start breakfast and I'll call you in thirty minutes?”

“You're so dreamy,” you sigh, nodding and leaning to rest your head on Aranar's curls, pressing kisses to the top of his head. Din laughs, giving you one of his rare full-body laughs where he throws his head back, his facial feature relaxes, and the corner of his eyes crinkle. You sigh again, smiling adoringly at him as he backs away, cracking the door a little bit so he can still watch his aliit from the kitchen. 

His responsibility will come knocking in the form of an irate Bo-Katan Kryze in give or take two hours, demanding him to please, come and lead the court, but now he has his aliit close, happily snuggling against his riduur and Din is content.

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Mando'a translation

aliit: clan

ad'ika: little one

buir: parents (gender neutral)

cyar'ika: beloved

ori'vod: older sibling

riduur: spouse

ven'alor: crown prince/princess

vor'e: thanks

vod'ika: younger sibling

kids' names meaning:

Aranar: to defend

Mirshka: Originated from the mando'a word 'Mirshko' means Courage

#expanding clan mudhorn #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction

[bitchin-beskar]

did someone ask about paz and somno yet because … uh yes pls 👀👀

no, no one has asked yet, but oooooh, you read my fucking mind may, paz and somno is *chef's kiss* 😙

Paz Vizsla and Somnophilia Kink...

As the best warrior in the tribe, Paz is often the one sent out if there's a problem to be dealt with, the one to go out and assist in the village if they need it. The nearby village and the covert have an accord, they sell food and medical supplies and other materials at a lower cost to the Mandalorians in exchange for protection, so if something happens, Paz is the one they send.

Also, being the brother of the Mand'alor, Paz was often the first one Din called when he got overwhelmed. As much as Paz grumbled about it, Din was his brother and he loved him, and he'd come running whenever his Mand'alor and vod'ika called.

You love it, because Paz is happiest protecting his family, and it makes you so damn proud of him, but you also hate it, because it can severely limit the amount of time you get to spend with him. Many a date night has been interrupted because he was needed for something or another.

As a result, Paz would often come home late at night, long after you've fallen asleep. You always look so pretty, laying there in the soft moonlight, in one of his training shirts and nothing else. You tend to lay on his side of the bed when he's gone, and it always stirs some unnamable, possessive thing in his chest when he sees you like that.

He spent the first few months of your relationship holding back, not wanting to disrupt your sleep, and feeling a bit dirty for wanting you so desperately when you weren't even conscious, but when you discovered his internal turmoil, you were quick to assuage his fears.

Since then, he's never held back.

Awareness comes to you slowly, as you're dragged from the land of dreams with great reluctance on your part. The first thing you register is the temperature, your body colder than it had been when you'd fallen asleep. The lack of fabric on your body is the first indicator that something has changed.

Also, you feel limp, boneless, like your muscles have all melted to goo underneath you, as though you'd gone through rigorous exercise and are finally fully relaxed.

The feeling of warm, calloused palms sliding up your thighs is what truly draws you fully out of dreamland, and as you slowly open your eyes to the darkened room, you feel a warm, wet kiss press against your hip. Sighing, you let your fingers brush over warm skin, sweeping away loose hairs and feeling the raised bumps of scars long since healed. You don't need to see with your eyes to know who's in your bed.

As he's trailing slow, syrupy sweet kisses up your belly and between your breasts, you sigh again, loose and soft as you cup a stubbled cheek, bringing his lips to yours.

Paz groans softly into your mouth, settling his warm, naked body on top of yours, taking the invitation presented and plundering your mouth, snaking his tongue in to offer you a taste of yourself.

He can't seem to stop touching you, running his hands over your tits and your belly, down your thighs and then back up to repeat the circuit. You cup his face with both hands, keeping his lips pressed to yours even as your eyes flutter shut, the strength required to keep them open not something you possess.

"It's okay, mesh'la," your husband whispers against your lips, knowing your body better than you know it yourself. "Y' can go back to sleep, if you'd like."

"Mmm," you hum. That sounds absolutely divine, but there's one thing you want first, before you give in to the lull of sleep. "Wan' you in me, love. Y' feel so good, please," you whine, tilting your body to try and get his hands where you want them.

He shushes you, soothing strokes down your flank, even as he shuffles around to begin to settle between your eagerly spread thighs.

"Is that what ner riddur'ika wants?" He rumbles, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth before he lowers his head to watch where he's beginning to press inside you. "My greedy cyare, is my mouth not enough? You wanna come on my cock, too?"

You manage to mumble out what amounts to a yes, too drowsy to really form words anymore.

Paz presses his forehead to yours in a tender keldabe, and you fall asleep like that, surrounded and enveloped by the man you love, with his cock buried deep inside you.

#asks #asked and answered #mutuals #mutuals and friends #smut #paz #paz vizsla #paz vizsla x reader #18+ #somno #somnophilia #somno kink #consensual somnophilia #drabble

[engagemythrusters]

beyond what I've said in this post about CTs not knowing much Mando'a, if any at all... the usage of Mando'a in most fics that ignore this is quite often wrong, anyway. Especially in reguards to the word "brother."

1: "vod'ika" does not mean "younger brother." The diminuitive "-ika" in it does imply "little brother," but not in the literal sense. The diminuitive is typically used in a familial sense, and has nothing to do with age or size or anything similar. For example, Ordo is commonly referred to as "Ord'ika" by the Omega squad (brothers younger than him) and by Kal Skirata (his adopted father). It is stated explicitly in the book that this is something used only within family (I can find the quote later if anyone needs it). SO. "Vod'ika" is not a "little brother" in any literal sense. It's "little brother" as a petname.

2: When using "vod" at all, please remember that is seldomely used as just "vod." Nine times out of ten, it is "ner vod." "My brother" rather than just "brother."

3: oh my god no really please understand that the CTs don't know much Mando'a. for the love of god. And you can't even say "well that's not canon," because in canon they literally know none at all.

Please please please put some actual research into your use of conlangs.

#and irl languages too for fuck's sake #but in this case you don't have a native speaker to ask. you have books. SO READ THE DAMN BOOKS FIRST. #godddddddddddddd #okay im done now #clone troopers #clones #the clone wars #star wars: the clone wars #repcomm #star wars

[silverwings22]

Caught in the Crosshairs: Chapter 27 You're Going Down: Sick Puppies

Series warnings: Smut, mind control, canon typical violence, childhood trauma, language, chronic illness

Chapter warnings: near kidnapping, Miria losing her temper, chronic illness

Translations: ori'vod: Special friend/older brother or sister

vod'ika: little brother/sister

ner kar'ta: my heart

cyare: beloved

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"We've got to do something about supplies." Hunter murmured tiredly.  They'd gone through everything fresh they'd gotten from Cut and Suu,  back to their rapidly dwindling ration bars.

"What's our credit situation look like?" Miria sat beside him in the floor of the cargo hold.  She was looking into a box of rations, concerned with how low the line of neatly packaged bars fell inside.  

"Not great.  We've only got Republic credits, which we can only exchange with a chain code. Omega has one technically,  but she's a kid. We can't send her alone."

"Perhaps Tech could reprogram it to me?  It's never been used,  and I could exchange the money?" She tapped her nails on the durasteel crate quietly. 

"That gives the Empire a way to track you, and all of us. We're better off trading for Imperial credits with citizens who can exchange their own.  And selling stuff." He shook his head.  "You're brave,  General,  but I'm not letting you get yourself killed."

She smiled quietly.  "I thought I was the commanding officer here?"

"War's over.  No Republic,  no Grand Army." He chuckled. "Technically I'm not even a sergeant anymore.  We're just a group of brothers and sisters in a stolen ship."

She couldn't help but smile a little wider.  "You consider me a sister?"

"Yeah. We all do." He didn't say what he knew she was thinking,  that she'd been days away from really being their sister if she married Crosshair like she'd planned. That the end of the war could have been the beginning of her happy ending.  

That if that hateful Order 66 had never gone out,  she could have been his brother's wife right now.

She shook off her thoughts with a slight rock of her head.  Sometimes you had to just shake the brain like an etch-a-sketch and start over.  "That's sweet, ori'vod." She tested the Mando'a word for older brother and close friend carefully. Hunter just smiled.  

"Pantora is the next closest place to get supplies. And Tech said something about scrambling our ships signature so we can't be tracked."

"That's a good idea. After Salucemi,  they know what they're looking for." She nodded and sagged back against the wall, looking at her knees. 

"You okay,  vod'ika?" He murmured.  

"It's just strange.  To not want to be found." She said faintly.  "I know it's the safest thing, and I'd never dream of endangering us… but I want so badly for him to find us and come home.  It doesn't seem fair that I'm here with you and he's all alone. He loves you all,  you know. It's just hard for him to show it."

"He tell you that?" He cocked a tattooed brow.  

She nodded.  "In his softer moments. He said you guys were the only people he felt like he could trust.  Not command,  not regs.  They never felt like brothers,  but you did." 

"I wish he'd said something." Hunter sighed.  

"You know how he is.  It's hard for him to talk about feelings… that's why he wrote those letters. He said in one of them that any weakness when he was a cadet was exploited. He's used to protecting himself."

Hunter couldn't help but feel a little hopeful at the way she spoke.  In the present tense,  like Crosshair was somewhere on the ship and could walk in any moment to glare daggers in their skulls for daring to suggest he of all people cared about anything.  Even when they all knew better.  "I'll give him shit about him if he comes back."

"When. Not if." She said firmly.  "But… I need you to promise me something. As a brother."

"Yeah?"

"If Crosshair doesn't return until after… if I'm already gone…" she bit her lip.  "Just… no matter what happens,  promise me that you won't give up on him.  No matter what that chip makes him do,  that when it's gone he'll still have his brothers to come home to.  That you'll always take him back."

Hunter looked at her,  her face set and determined. He finally nodded.  "I promise."

Miria smiled gratefully.  "Thank you. I just don't want him to be alone… he acts like it doesn't hurt him but it does."

He patted her back.  "We'll figure it out."

"Yes… so, Pantora?" Miria pushed her smile back on her face.  "I've never been,  though I did hear some stories about a moon in the system from Anakin and Obi-wan…"

He nodded.  "We'll set the coordinates.  We're gonna have to probably bribe our way into a hangar to get the repairs done."

"I'll get the credits we can spare for a bribe together." Hoisting herself up,  Miria took a deep breath and rubbed her left hip. "You get us heading the right way."

He nodded and took her offered hand up.  While Hunter headed to the cockpit,  Miria went to start collecting credits around the ship. She had a little stash in her footlocker she'd been saving to buy Crosshair a gift,  she hoped it was enough to buy their safety.  

"So where are we going?" Echo was in his hammock, Omega snuggled in next to him as they looked through his data pad together.  

"Pantora. We need supplies." She chuckled.  "But we'll have to park in a hangar and the only way to be sure we're not reported before Tech can scramble the signature…"

"Is a bribe." He mused.  "Lemme up,  'Mega. I got some credits squirrelled away that might help."

The girl nodded cheerfully and climbed out of his arms,  holding the hammock steady so he could get up without flipping.  "Can I go on the supply run?" 

"It won't be an exploration trip, sweetheart." Miria shook her head.  "We're just getting supplies and scrambling the signal."

"Pleeeeeeease?" Those big brown eyes tugged the Jedis heart. 

"Oh, alright.  But if you're going,  then three of us will go out to look after you."

Echo chuckled.  "I'll come along. Tech's gonna need Wreckers muscles"

Omega nodded. "It'll be fun."

Miria smiled.  "I suppose. Just stay close, okay?

The girl nodded.  "Okay."

Omega headed out with Hunter, Echo, and Miria,  delighted by the bustle of the city and the bright lights.  They'd bribed the hell out of the hangar attendant with nearly everything they'd had,  so it was imperative this worked. 

Hunter was shrewd,  selling off what they could afford to lose while Miria looked for supplies and Echo minded the girl. It was an effective team effort. 

Miria glanced back to see Omega getting excited over a trooper doll at one of the shops. Echo was holding it out for her,  dressed like a droid but still so kind and patient with their collective little sister.  It made her heart ache for her lost sniper… he'd have been grouchy and sarcastic but she just knew he'd love Omega too. She could picture him here with them,  dressed in plain clothes like Hunter,  fiddling with his toothpick and staring down venders while she haggled but keeping Omega in the safety of his peripheral. And if they ever had a little one of their own…

Oh, Crosshair…

But there was little time to dwell.  She had supplies to buy,  and a precious few remaining credits that she was hoping to use to get Omega a little treat.  The girl had been such a trooper during all this,  never once complaining. She deserved something,  even something small,  to know she was appreciated.  

Miria turned her back as Hunter started talking to another shopkeeper,  looking at a little shop that sold pretty silks.  She didn't have much money,  but she stepped inside nonetheless.  

"Hello miss." The shopkeeper was a pretty, golden eyed Pantoran with lavender hair.  "Looking for something in particular?"

"Just a present for my… fiances little sister." She smiled.  "She's had… a rough time."

The clerk gave a sympathetic nod.  "Poor thing.  At least the war is finally over,  though.  Things can get back to normal."

Miria pushed a smile,  but felt her spine stiffen.  The war wasn't over,  not by a long shot. Not for her.  And nothing would ever be back to normal. "I suppose."

"C'mere. It's sweet of you to be getting her something.  I'll cut you a deal." The woman smiled.  "How old is she?"

Thank the Maker Crosshair had taught her a sabacc face,  because it occurred to Miria she actually had no clue how old Omega was.  Or… any of the guys.  And they aged differently anyway,  but she'd have to guess…. "Ten."

"Aww. Watching her for your fiance?"

"Yes… we're here with his brothers too, but they're grown. She's the youngest… a surprise blessing." 

"I can already tell you love her.  Here." She offered Miria a gorgeous silk, one of the big ones you could tie into anything from a scarf to a dress, in a delicate blue and white mandala pattern. 

"Oh, ma'am,  I'm afraid I can't afford this.  It's beautiful,  but I-"

Her answer was a smile.  "No charge.  I know what it's like to want to do something for your family when times are tough.  And there's a lot of war orphans… but you're taking care of one little girl who needs you."

"Are you quite sure?  This is so kind of you…"

The shopkeeper chuckled.  "My husband's got a little sister too. She moved in with us after their parents died.  Go on, make her smile."

"Thank you,  ma'am." Miria tried not to tear up as ther shopkeeper shooed her out kindly. 

She tucked the silk into her bag and headed back to where she spotted the red of Hunters bandana, coming out of the other shop and tucking credits into his bag.  "There you are." He chuckled.  

"How'd we make out?" She smiled.  

"They didn't offer much for ther equipment,  but they thought Echo was a droid and paid three thousand credits for him."

Miria stared at him.  "You sold Echo?"

"Relax.  He's just gonna walk out when we comm him.  No harm,  no foul."

She groaned,  pinching the bridge of her nose.  "Hunter…"

"We need the credits. Where'd you take Omega?"

That got her attention.  "I left her right here with you and Echo?"

He blanched under his tattoo.  "Shit. She's wandered off."

"Start tracking.  We'll find her." Her voice was firm,  the general returning. "We should have gotten her a comm before we left the ship."

"Lesson learned." He turned and started doing what Hunter did best. Hunting. 

Miria followed behind,  arms stiff at her sides as she tried to search the Force for the little girls bright energy.  It was exhausting even to try, but this was her family. Crosshairs family.  She couldn't let anything stop her,  even the heavy feeling in her chest.  

"Here." Hunter murmured,  picking up the doll Omega had been playing with. "We're not far behind."

Miria nodded, stifling a cough.  "I sense her nearby.  She's on the move,  and with someone."

"That good or bad?"

"I can't tell."

They followed the trail, finally coming down a mostly empty street. Sure enough,  Omega was walking with a woman carrying an orange helmet and with the other arm draped over the girls shoulders.  Both adults instantly stiffened.  Hunter could see the blaster half hidden under the womans tunic.  Miria could feel the energy radiating from her.  

Bounty hunter. 

"Omega!" Miria called.  

The girl spun around cheerfully and waved.  "Oh, there they are.  I was just telling my new friend about you guys.  She was helping me look for you."

"Get away from her." Hunter said firmly.  

Omega blinked,  looking up at the woman still beside her.  "But… she was helping me…"

"We were just getting to know each other." The woman had a smooth voice,  and slipped her helmet on casually as she spoke. Hunter's fingers inched towards his knife at the same measured speed as Miria did the same. Before either of them could make contact though,  the bounty hunter had pulled her blaster and was firing.  

Omega yelped and tried to grab the womans arm,  but she shook her off roughly.  Hunter threw his knife,  which ended up embedded in a trash can lid the bounty hunter had grabbed as a shield.  She wrenched it out,  now doubly armed, and putting Hunter on the defensive. 

Miria threw caution to the wind and tackled her, locking both arms and legs around the womans torso and hips from behind as they rolled into the street in a tangle of limbs.  Hunter was right behind her. "Omega,  run!"

The frightened little sister took the order and darted off as Hunter forced both weapons from his opponents hands by squeezing her wrists furiously.  With both hands occupied,  however,  he had no defense against the helmeted headbutt that knocked him clean unconscious.  

Miria hissed,  a punch laced with the Force lifting the now very confused enemy off her feet and into the nearest building like she'd been hit by a truck. The Jedi scooped Hunter under the arms and dragged him out of the alley as the police showed up.  

She tucked her dazed but waking partner against a building wall.  "Tech, we've got trouble. Someone has attacked us, and they're after Omega. She's run ahead,  and Hunter got knocked out."

"I am able to get into the city traffic cameras, but if you've made noise we're going to have bigger trouble… the ship is disassembled. I would need a team of droids to get it operating before you get back."

"On it." Echo chimed in. "Gimme a few minutes."

Miria nodded to herself.  "Alright. Tech,  if you can get eyes on Omega, we'll get her.  Send Wrecker to help,  Echo can help you with the ship. But we have to hurry,  this bounty hunter is highly trained. We can't let her get Omega."

"Dunno what they want a little kid for." Wrecker grumbled.  

"Nor do I.  But I'm not willing to wait around and find out.  She's one of us now." She murmured, looking at Hunter.  "How's your head,  dear?"

"Hurts like a sonafabitch, ma'am." He groaned.  "C'mon, we gotta find the kid."

She nodded,  helping him up. "We'll find her. We're her family, we always find each other."

"General,  I've got eyes on Omega. She's out of the maintenance tunnels and hanging from a tower in the lower division.  Wrecker isn't coming in from the tunnels where he engaged the ounty hunter."

Miria gritted her teeth. "Thank you,  Tech." She looked at Hunter.  "She's halfway across the city."

"Guess we're getting creative.  We're good at that." His eyes locked onto a man parking a speeder bike in front of some storefront behind her.  The Jedi glanced back and sighed.  

"We've broken enough laws today.  Might as well." She flicked her fingertips and the keys snatched themselves out of the driver's pocket as they hopped onto the bike.  "My apologies,  family emergency!"

Hunter gunned the engine as she clung to him from behind.  "Which way,  Tech?" He growled into his comm. 

Tech guided them,  just in time to spot the bounty hunter toss Omega into the back of a truck laden with bales of Maker-knows-what. Behind them,  Hunter heard police sirens and huffed out a furious breath.  

Miria hissed when the bounty hunter took a couple shots at them,  pulling the blaster off Hunters belt to shoot back.  "Sorry, dear.  Needs must."

"Damn, Miri. At least buy me dinner first." 

She rolled her eyes,  spotting a lever in the truck bed.  She threw a hand up,  yanking with the force.  "Omega,  brace! "

The back of the truck dumped its contents,  including the hunter,  and Omega grabbed a trailing rope to hold herself on while Hunter maneuvered them closer. 

He reached out for the girl when their opposition decided to ram their speeder with the hijacked airspeeder she'd been dumped onto and promptly stolen.  While they recovered,  she shot the police speeders and caused them to crash into each other. 

Collateral damage.  Miria Halcyons one big rule. 

"I've had quite enough." Miria hissed,  turning around backwards in her seat.  "Hold us steady, Hunter." His blaster was jammed back into his holster. 

Miria summoned every ounce of strength she had and grabbed the airspeeder with the Force,  wrenching the engines off like tearing confetti.  She got a quick glimpse of startled brown eyes as the hunter realized she had fucked about and found out with a Jedi,  before the airspeeder dropped altitude and she had to bail or crash.  Miria didn't bother to see which choice she made, spinning back around as Hunter grabbed Omega when she lost her grip on the rope. 

The girl clung to Hunter's chest in a frantic scramble,  relief painted on every inch of her face. "Hang on,  'Mega. We're not clear yet." Hunter murmured.  

Miria hacked into her elbow behind him, other arm around his middle weaker than before.  Even over the engine and city racing by,  he heard her heart rate stutter faintly.  "B- back to the ship." She finally muttered, getting her comm up.  "Tech, are we mobile?  We're coming in hot."

"Just finished,  General.  Wrecker isn't back yet,  but he's on the way."

"Good." She sounded awful,  but he decided not to comment yet.  

They tore into the hangar and Hunter carried Omega back onto the Havoc Marauder as Miria stumbled in after.  Wrecker was running in behind them.  "Let's get out of here." He whooped. 

Tech was already in the cockpit and took off post haste. 

Hunter sat on the hold floor with Omega,  letting her cling to him and patting her back lightly.  "Easy,  you're okay now.  You're safe. We'd never let anyone take you away." He murmured softly as she settled from crying to hiccups.  

Miria lay on her back beside him,  eyes half closed as she tried to get a handle on her breathing.  "You okay,  Miri?" Echos voice was somewhere nearby,  but it sounded like she was underwater.  

"Mm okay…" she mumbled,  wiping her bloody nose haphazardly.  She only succeeded in smearing crimson across her face.  

Omega finally calmed down enough to crawl over to the downed Jedi worriedly and move her head to rest more comfortably in the girl's lap. "You don't look so good…"

Miria smiled fondly.  "It's okay.  You're safe,  that's what matters…" her eyes didn't quite focus right now,  but she could tell Omega was there and okay. She could live with a little double vision. 

"Who was that?" Omega whispered.  

"A bounty hunter." Hunter sighed. 

When Omega looked confused,  Echo put a hand on her shoulder.  "They catch people and turn them in for money."

Omega frowned.  "They… sell them? Sell people?"

Tech nodded, coming down from the cockpit.  "And it seems you are the target." 

"Don't scare her, Tech." Wrecker grumbled,  rubbing the side of his head.  It was killing him from where he'd smacked into a pipe in the maintenance tunnels. 

"We need to find out who she was and who sent her." Hunter put a hand over Omega's.  "We're not going to let her get you. Promise."

Omega just looked worried. 

Miria closed her eyes so the room stopped spinning.  "Ord Mantell."

"What's that,  Miri?" Echo leaned over. 

"We should go to Ord Mantell. There was a contact there my master mentioned… Cid, in a bar called Cid's Parlor in Ord Mantell City.  Master Plo said they always had good information…" She made herself sit up,  Omega putting an arm around her to steady her. 

Hunter nodded.  "You heard the General."

"Let's get you to your bunk,  and I'll get the treatment apparatus." Tech murmured,  helping her up.  "You've overdone it."

"Probably…" She mumbled tiredly,  leaning against his shoulder.  "But worth it. Family…"

Ner kar'ta. 

You're sick again.  You're running a fever so high I can feel it with your head on my chest.  I should have known,  I guess, when we landed on Ryloth and you saw the refugee kids that you'd go full force into the mission. And I've got to admit,  it was pretty badass to see you lift an entire building and crush clankers with your weird Jedi powers.  

I keep meaning to ask you how those work.  I want to know how you see the galaxy,  and what force there is out there that always has you seeing the best in people.  Like you saw the best in me,  even when I'm mostly just an asshole with a toothpick.  

I admire that about you.  How you always are willing to trust someone, because it seems so foriegn to me.  I don't trust anyone but my brothers and you. And even then I catch myself second guessing every order.  I picked that up on Kamino,  probably.  Everything had a catch there,  no one was really what they seemed.  They tell you you're going to learn the most amazing skills,  but not that they're going to half kill you to make them stick. Take interrogation resistance for example. They teach you how to avoid being cracked under torture,  by demonstrating the methods with you as the test dummy.  

You'd hate hearing that story. You can't stand to think of anyone getting hurt,  especially me. I like that you care so much, but I don't want to see you cry if I tell you about it.  You already cried enough over me when I told you about my first batch. I'd rather see you smile, you've got this little chip in your front tooth and it makes your smile just a little crooked and cute. I notice details like that,  call it a sniper's perception.  Right now there's an eyelash on your cheek while you sleep,  and I can't brush it off without waking you up. 

Tano told me once that people make wishes on fallen eyelashes.  I thought it was stupid kid stuff, but now I wonder what you wish for when you get little moments like that. I know what I'd wish for,  if wishes mean anything at all.  

I'd wish for you,  cyare. Every damn time.  

Crosshair

#eventual smut #explict #original character #crosshair #crosshair smut #clone force 99 #caught in the crosshairs

[editoress]

Beth'ika! Dark blue (because Of Course), lavender!! because OF COURSE!!! and yellow, because you always make me smile, ner cyare vod'ika

actually i need to add crimson onto there. with utmost respect.

I love yooooooou!!!

#what am I scary about...

[theroguesully]

Noise Complaint

*Warnings: Maybe some language, talk of sex, slight fluff at the end **Notes at the end

The men standing outside the office could hear Rex talking. "I'm not angry," he sighed, "Just disappointed. I thought you two were smarter than this."

"What's going on?" Kix questioned, walking up to Echo, Hardcase, and Fives. All three troopers promptly shushed the man, attention swinging back to the shut office door.

Pointing to the door with a giddy smile on his face, Fives quietly begins to explain the situation. "Apparently someone got a 'noise complaint' called on them" he elbows Kix in the side, "If you catch my drift. From what I heard, it sounded like one of our vode* were killing the other person, they were so loud."

Turning their attention back to the door they heard Rex saying, "I expected this di'kutla* osik* from Fives, but not from you."

"Hey!"

"He's not wrong, vod*," muttered Echo.

"I know, but still!" Whispered Fives, indignantly.

"What if someone else had caught you?" the captain continued, "You know the consequences you both would've faced!"

That statement gave Kix pause 'Both?' "Wait, who's in there?"

"No idea," Hardcase whispered, "Door was closed when we got here. But since we know it isn't Fives, my money's on Jesse."

"Why is everyone assuming it'd be me??" Fives spit out.

Echo shot him a look, "Because we all know you've snuck people in?"

"Yeah," chimed in Hardcase, "Remember, I had to help you sneak the last guy out?"

"I've never been caught, though," he huffed in response.

Kix tuned the bickering out, trying to focus on the voices coming from behind the door as he tried to piece together who the culprits could be.

"Captain, we didn't think-"

"No, you didn't, trooper. You know you're not supposed to sneak dates in here, and even if you did, you could have at least been quiet about it! I could hear you both while I was coming down the hall! And you! I know you're aware of the implications if someone found you sneaking out of here at this hour."

Fives let out a low whistle at that comment. "Whoever it is, at least they're good at what they were doing."

"Really? That's your concern?" Kix questioned.

"It'd just be even more embarrassing if he was caught and bad at sex!"

"You're not even the slightest concerned with who he was caught with to make Rex this upset?"

"Nah, he's just giving Vaughn a hard time in front of his special friend."

"I thought you didn't know who was in there?" Kix questioned

"We don't, but that's who I'm betting on!" Fives replied confidently.

"I don't know, it could be Dogma," Echo deadpanned and Fives snorted at the thought.

Rex's voice rang out again, "You, out of my office. No, you stay; I need a word with you."

"Looks like we're about to find out," Hardcase muttered.

As the door opened, all four troopers' eyebrows immediately rose in utter shock and a goofy grin spread across Fives' face.

"Tup??"

Tup stared at the men with an embarrassed look on his face, rubbing the back of his neck. "How long have you guys been out here?"

"Long enough, vod*," Fives replied, proudly clapping him on the back.

Tup shot a worried look at the once again shut door, "I'm just going to wait here, I guess."

"Vod'ika*," Rex started, "I have no place to reprimand you, we both know that... but you're ner* vod'ika, and I care about you."

"I know, vod*," a softer voice replied, "I know."

"Tup is a good man, a good soldier, a good vod, but you both need to be careful if you're going to continue."

"I know, we will," the voice said with a solemn tone. After a beat, the voice, much closer to the door now, replied in a cheeky tone; "Besides, with you covering for us, how much trouble could there be?"

As the door swung open this time, all the troopers', aside from Tup's, eyes widened comically. Hardcase was the first to find his voice, "General Quinn?"

"Hello, gentlemen...I trust the conversation you 'overheard' will stay between us?" They asked with a smirk.

They all nodded at once.

With a relieved sigh, Quinn looked around, seeing no one else in the vicinity, they leaned up and placed a sweet kiss on Tup's cheek as he smiled. "I guess I should go."

"I'll see you later, cyar'ika*," Tup replied, kissing their hand.

After they had left, Fives turned to Tup, grabbing his shoulder, "Wolffe is going to kill you."

"General Plo might kill you," stated Kix as he walked away.

**Notes:

I just really love Tup, ok?

I know, canonically, Echo and Hardcase weren't in the 501st at the same time, but Echo wasn't blown up in this one.

I'm super rusty at writing, so I'm not even sure if it's any good but here we are.

General Quinn is an OC, they were Plo Koon's padawan and works closely with the 104th, not to mention having a close-knit friendship with the Wolfpack. Also like a sibling to Rex.

*Vod/Vode - brother/sibling

*Di'kutla - idiotic

*Osik - shit

*Vod'ika - term of endearment for sibling

*Ner - my

*Cyar'ika - darling/sweetheart

#swtcw #star wars #the clone wars #clones #tup x reader #tup x oc #clone medic kix #clone trooper tup #clone trooper hardcase #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #captain rex #sullywrites

[dindjarindiaries]

NER VOD'IKA HAPPY MAY THE 4TH!!!

This is the may

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! This is the May indeed! 🥳

#may the fourth be with you #ner vod #you have spoken

[rangerslayer-97]

Galaxy-2: THE LARTES DID WHAT!?

*3 BBY, Medbay, The Resolute*

Cadet Kaeden Larte sits in the medbay unhappily as Kix looks at her hand. Kix is grumbling to himself.

Kix: I don't know if you lot are worst utreekovs. I expect this kriff with the General and Skywalker, even Rex. You?

Kaeden: Guess I'm rubbing off ner riduur XD

Kix: *glares* Don't even joke about that! I'm grey as it is if my hair was longer! You should consider yourself lucky General Tano is still in that bacta tank! She'd be yelling at you by now!

Kaeden: 😕

Kix: How did you even manage to do this to your hand? *wraps bandages around Larte's heavily bruised hand* At least it's not broken.

Kaeden: *mutters* Clearing a Seppie outpost. Might have punched a droid *freezes* 0_0

Kix: 0_0

Jesse: Not just any battle droid! You punched a Commando Droid! I'm so proud of my vod'ika! XD

Kix: *glares angrily at Kaeden* >:(

Kaeden: I was disarmed of Ahsoka's lightsaber. I couldn't whip out my pistol, so I did the next best thing! I even used the Force to shield my hand!

Kix: PUNCHING A DROID, ANY DROID IS NOT THE NEXT BEST THING YOU DI'KUT!!! 🤬

Miara: Keep it down! My head feels like Mesa Goats stomping on it!

Fives: You have a mild headache. Not sure how you got it *shrugs*

Kaeden: Oh, Kix. If you think I'm stupid for punching a droid, Miara head butted one! Even if she was wearing her helmet! XD

Jesse & Fives: 0_0

Miara: Kaeden! You Force damn womp rat!!! >:(

Kix: *looks between the Larte sisters* YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME!!!! FIRST JESSE, THEN THE GENERAL, NOW THE LARTES!!! AND ONE IS A FORCE SENSITIVE WITH A JARO!!!

Kaeden: Hey! I resent that comment! I don't have a jaro! 😡

Jesse: My teachings are being passed on! *wipes a range tear* 😃

Miara: I must admit though, head butting a battle droid was my idea. Besides, it did grab me XD

Kix: You're a dead man Jesse! And the Lartes are on my shit list now! >:(

Kaeden & Miara: 0_0

Fives & Jesse: XD

#star wars #star wars au #galaxy 2 #pre crisis on infinite galaxies #kaeden larte #clone trooper kix #clone trooper jesse #arc trooper fives #kix is very stressed

[butchered-icarian]

Su'cuy, ner vod! Imma send you the title... [looks at my bookcase] "The Chocolate Doomsday Conspiracy"... With the pairing Destiel cos why not (,,･ε´-,,)⌒☆

Su'cuy vod'ika why you hate me so....

"The Chocolate Doomsday Conspiracy" for Destiel sounds like something 5k words of pure crack and comedy where our main pairing get lost into the world of Willy Wonka's factory and have to find a way to get out without being turned into chocolate because their son Jack got a bit out of control with his power and he gets hyperfixated on the movie....

Send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write.

#ask #croissant rambles #gravity-loves-me

[koyacyi-vode]

Request by @tarnera-blog || Prompt from this post

Prompt 1 - "Are you drunk?"

Characters: Cody and Fox

Mando’a Translations at the bottom

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22 BBY  6 months after the first Battle of Geonosis

Fox should have thought better than trying to hide from Cody when the 212th was stationed on Coruscant. His batchmate seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to finding him when he specifically didn't want to be found. 

But maybe he was giving Cody too much credit. If Fox really wanted to hide he would have left the military base. But he wasn't that much of a di'kut. 

Instead, he kept his gaze straight ahead on the First Battle Memorial as he heard Cody's cautious approach. His vod stopped a few feet away.

"What are you doing out here?" Cody asked quietly. 

"Getting some sunshine," Fox replied flatly, his eyes scanning the never-ending list of names and numbers engraved into the massive slab of Geonosian rock. He'd never been able to stay long enough to read them all. 

"It's 0200, ner vod," Cody pointed out, annoyed. Fox hummed thoughtfully and grabbed the nearly empty bottle of Merenzane Gold at his side. He'd gotten it as a gift from a senator for providing a protection detail that he didn’t quite remember doing. It was entirely possible the senator had mistaken him for his other Commanders. He hadn't opened it until tonight. It was smooth and warm, but it took a while to take any effect. He saw Cody stiffen in surprise in his peripheral. "Are you drunk?" 

"Very astute of you, Kot'ika. And you also know that I prefer to be drunk alone," Fox muttered, taking a long swig. He didn't drink often, because he didn't like to not be in control. He also wasn't a very pleasant drunk. 

"Shab, you're depressing," Cody groaned, but instead of leaving he sat down heavily at his side. They sat in silence for a few moments, Cody studying the memorial. Then he extended his hand to Fox, expectant. 

"I don't think you understand the meaning of the word 'alone'," Fox said icily. 

"Like I'm going to leave your miserable shebs here. But since I'm here I deserve to get something out of it," Cody retorted, flicking his fingers at Fox impatiently. Fox grudgingly handed over the bottle, glaring at the memorial in annoyed defeat. "Besides, someone has to drag you back to the barracks before the esteemed Commander of the Guard is found batnor on the ground outside," he reasoned with a smirk. Cody took a sip from the bottle. "That would put a dent into your reputation," he chuckled around the lip of the glass. 

Fox didn't respond. Normally if he heard a jab like that from Cody he would have smacked him on the shoulder. But that had hit a nerve and he didn't want to show it. He snatched the bottle from Cody's hand and drank more from it, feeling Cody's stare on the side of his face.

"What's going on, Fox’ika?" he asked, the concern clear in his tone. "Why are you haryc b'aalyc, alone, in the middle of the night, out in the cold?"

"How did you feel when you were promoted to Marshal Commander?" Fox asked, avoiding Cody's question. He fiddled with the neck of the bottle, turning it around in his hands and watching as the liquid sloshed back and forth. 

"Uh, hmm," Cody sounded surprised by the sudden question and took a moment to form his thoughts. "I was surprised. Honored, by General Kenobi's faith in me. I guess… I guess it made me feel proud," he said, looking up at the sky. The stars were hard to see on Coruscant because of the light pollution, but the hundreds of speeders that flew by in a steady flow in the skylanes were peaceful in their own kind of way. 

"I think I should have felt that," Fox mumbled, not taking his eyes off of the memorial. It had an imposing, ghostly presence at night when the spotlights shined on it. "Being assigned the Commander of the Guard. I think that's what my response should have been," he set the bottle between his feet. 

"It wasn't?" Cody asked carefully. Fox shook his head messily and it made the world spin a bit. 

"Nah. I think I was disappointed," he said, scratching at his chin. He needed to shave. "I only got to fight in Geonosis. To feel like I was really a part of - of everything. To fight with our brothers for what we were bred for," he blew out a long exhale. "We're so disconnected here. From the war, from our vode. We are closest to the Republic, but furthest from making a difference," Fox scrubbed a hand across his face in irritation. "And it makes me frustrated. And I know I shouldn't be. Did you know I have to read mission reports for the Chancellor? Every day. I read about all of my brothers who are killed on the front lines, while I'm stuck here. I send my men on diplomatic missions that they sometimes don't return from and all I can do is sign off on it. Protecting the homeworld of the Republic should feel like an honor. But it feels like a prison."

Cody was silent for a long time. Fox gritted his teeth and rocked back and forth a bit, anxiety thrumming in his veins. That wasn't something he was supposed to even think let alone say out loud. 

"Are you going to court-martial me, Marshal Commander? For my wavering loyalty to the Republic?" Fox asked, his voice hoarse and detached. 

"I don't see any evidence of wavering loyalty, vod'ika," Cody replied softly. Fox glanced at Cody and bounced his knee nervously, waiting for him to continue. "What I see is a man who takes the weight of the war on his shoulders. And who is not at fault for circumstances out of his control," Cody reached over and grasped Fox's hand in a firm grip. Fox squeezed back, the point of contact his only emotional anchor. 

"He died today," Fox choked out. "1123. He was the last of my platoon from Geonosis. Underground mine on Ryloth. I don't know if he ever even had a name," Fox fought back tears. The thirty-six men he had taken with him on a dangerous flank assault during Geonosis were some of the bravest men that Fox knew. Of the thirty-six, only twelve survived. Fox had been told that it was lucky any of them had survived at all, and that their assault had been vital for securing the region. He'd been commended for it. But he'd never considered losing two-thirds of his men a victory. After Geonosis, he was transferred to the newly formed Coruscant Guard, and his men were disbanded and placed in other battalions. One by one, he'd read out their numbers as they appeared on casualty reports. And each one was more painful than the last. "They're all gone."

Cody didn't say anything for a while. Then he reached over and wrapped an arm around Fox's shoulders. Fox momentarily stiffened. But the calming, steady presence of his vod soon melted the tension and he relaxed into the hold, his head dropping heavily on Cody's shoulder. 

"It's not any easier when you're there," Cody whispered. "The 'what ifs' and 'if onlys' are always present. Our men die, we are forced to move on, and we mourn together when we can," his batchmate's voice was quiet and calm, he was stating a fact even if it was painfully rooted in emotion. 

"I don't know what this city is going to do to me," Fox admitted, his gaze unfocused. "War is hard, but it's straightforward. The senate and the politics… they're not. I'm worried about what I'll become because of this place." That was a secret he hadn't told a single soul. Fox took it as the signal it was and decided to stop drinking for the night. He sighed and moved out of Cody's embrace. Cody let him, watching carefully as Fox wobbily staggered to his feet. Fox hooked a finger around the neck of the bottle of Merenzane Gold and offered it to Cody when his vod stood as well. Cody took it and raised an eyebrow and Fox shrugged it off lazily. 

"You deserve it for listening to me," he said, trying to lighten the somber mood. Cody frowned but nodded, picking up the cap from the ground and screwing it on. 

"You want to head inside now?" Cody asked, tilting his head towards the base entrance. Fox shrugged again, already closing himself off. They started walking slowly back. Fox felt the last bits of his vulnerability start to seal up. 

"Kot'ika," he said quietly to Cody's back. Cody looked back to him curiously. "Don't… tell anyone," he mumbled. Cody smiled, genuine and sad.

"You're safe with me, ner vod."

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Mando’a Translations:

Di’kut - Idiot, fool (impolite) (lit. someone who forgets to put their pants on) Vod(e) - Brother(s) Ner vod - My brother (usually affectionate) (proper noun)’ika - affectionate or diminutive suffix Shab - contemptuous expletive Shebs - backside, rear, buttocks (can also mean rear of a building) Batnor - drunk (lit. on your back) Haryc b’aalyc - Tired and emotional (also another way to describe being drunk)

#commander fox #commander cody #sw fic #tcw fic #sorry for the heavy use of mandoa... i just really like it and its coming too naturally to stop #also i have no idea when the memorial was put up it just said before 20BBY but I wanted this to be still pretty fresh after geonosis #me anytime: how about i write about FOX being SAD #its becoming... a trend... with him #i like thinking about the guards loyalty to the republic and how it must have been difficult being away from the frontlines #like the wiki says theyre among the most loyal troops in the GAR but like it couldnt have been easy to transition to #i just like the idea of fox really struggling with his loyalties throughout the war and his instability makes him an easier target for palps #anyways! that was fun! #fluff writes #forgot to add the translation for shab which is a bit ambiguous... i could have sworn it had its own definition

[obiwanthetherapistkenobi]

Summary: Rex just wants to be there for his little sister.

Words: 2,206

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #fanfiction #fanfic #captain rex #ct-7567 #ahsoka tano #jude writes #the therapist series