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arwenkenobi48 · 2 years

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The Porg Lunch Mafia

It was the middle of the night at the castle. Aside from a vampire who was the self-proclaimed Prince of Darkness and a dhampir reading Edgar Allan Poe by candlelight, everyone who lived there was asleep. There was one other exception, however.

Sauron sneaked down the narrow passageways, determined to find the kitchen. He was going to have a midnight feast all to himself and this time, those infernal seabirds would not stand in his way.

It had been two weeks since the bug-eyed, potato shaped seabirds called Porgs had been introduced to the castle and since then, Sauron’s life had been a nightmare. It was Ezra who had brought the crate of porgs home, 12 of them to be exact, and gifted one to each member of the brotherhood. Everyone had been smitten with them.

Mephistopheles couldn’t stop nuzzling his porg, Devil spoke to his like it was a baby, Friedrich had begun trying to teach is one to sing, and so on and so forth. The dark lord, on the other hand, was not easily swayed. “Why are these wide-eyed waterfowl in the house?” He demanded. “Because, that’s why.” Gabriel replied, giving his porg gentle scritches.

One afternoon, Sauron had been sitting on the couch and was about to eat a footlong from subway, when he heard a familiar chirping noise. He looked up and saw to his amazement that all 12 of the porgs were gathered around him like ducks waiting to be fed. “Birds, I don’t have any seed,” Sauron dryly told them.

Ignoring this, the porgs all formed a ring around the baffled Sauron and began chirping insistently. “Ezra, what are they doing?” Sauron asked, a little unsettled. “They’re going to keep you there until you feed them.” The young man replied, as if this was a normal everyday occurrence. Sauron raised his eyes to the heavens. “This day is not going in my diary,” he grumbled.

The porgs began squawking insistently, looking intently at the sandwich as if it was the holy grail. In vain, Sauron tried to move away, but the squawking only intensified. Despite being birds, those porgs had pretty sharp looking fangs. After a very intense couple of minutes, Sauron finally gave in. “Oh, very well. Take it. It’s not like I was looking forward to it all week or anything.”

Sauron watched in misery as the porgs devoured his sandwich. “Well, at least that’s out of the way,” he told himself. But it wasn’t the end of his troubles. It was only the beginning. This incident kickstarted almost a fortnight of the porgs mooching off of Sauron’s meals. Nobody else’s, just his. Before long he couldn’t even eat a slice of pizza without one of the porgs flapping over and dragging all the toppings off.

It got to the point that when everyone was having breakfast, the porgs are stood around Sauron, chirping rhythmically as if they were eldritch monsters demanding a sacrifice. Looking incredibly resigned, Sauron pushed the bowl of Froot Loops he’d been about to eat towards the porgs and gave them the entire packet for good measure.

Everyone else found Sauron’s predicament hilarious, which did not help in the slightest. “Don’t be mad at them, Sauron, they’re just sweet little birdies,” Feral giggled. “They are not ‘sweet little birdies’, they’re the feathered mafia!” Sauron protested. Dr Neo Cortex spoke up. “My little N Thrall would never- Oh wait, yes he would, and I totally endorse it!” He grinned.

N Thrall. Oh, how Sauron loathed N Thrall. That was Cortex’s porg and was essentially the ringleader of the gang. That deceptively innocent ball of floof had started this whole dilemma. As his master petted him, he chirped and batted his eyes and everyone fawned over how oh-so-cute he was. N Thrall gave Sauron a sinister look. One that had “your lunch is mine!” written all over it.

Trying to stifle his growling stomach, Sauron entered the castle kitchen. He didn’t care if he ended up making the grossest meal imaginable, at least it would be a full meal. However, as soon as he entered the room, the familiar sound of a porg chirping reached his ears. “Oowoo…” The light switched on and there stood N Thrall, standing on the kitchen table, the fruit bowl behind him.

For a solid minute, Sauron and the porg stared each other down like they’d stepped out of a cowboy movie. The them from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly might as well have been playing in the background. Who would win? The dark lord or a gluttonous seabird?

With lightning speed, Sauron dashed forward and made a dive for a large banana. He seized it and exclaimed “Victory!” in triumph. This backfired horrendously. N Thrall began making a loud noise like a burglar alarm and it wasn’t long before Cortex - wearing pyjama top with the words ‘Wake me at your own risk’ printed on it, no less - entered the kitchen and got the situation completely backwards.

“Sauron!” He exclaimed. “Why would you threaten a defenceless porg with a tropical fruit!?” “I must eat something!” Sauron practically begged. “Well, you shan’t eat him,” The scientist replied. He scooped N Thrall up in his arms. The porg began chirping softly and nuzzling his master, who cradled him like a baby. “There there, little one, papa’s here.” Cortex cooed softly. Sauron stared at the two of them, not sure whether to find N Thrall’s evil genius impressive or flabbergasting.

#original fiction #f/o shenanigans #f/o family #porgs #slice of life #Sauron #dr neo cortex #feral opress #I wanted to give cortex a pet porg and the idea developed from there #the porgs must be fed and pampered at all costs #that’s just how it is #*secretly gives Sauron some food*#plus I just love the idea of Sauron of all people being bullied by a bunch of seabirds #it’s just amusing #honey muffin #lemonhead #innocent mango #oc: N Thrall #porgs are angels

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nobutseriouslywhat · 4 months

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My mom got home about a half hour ago and has spent the whole time listening to Christmas music. Not sure if a bit late or very early

#*distressed porg noises*#if you want to be technical about it it's still christmas for a couple more days but she's never really been that technical #currently in the bathroom fighting food poisoning for my life. happy new year

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fizzingwizard · 8 months

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... So...

I recently felt like listening to Por Una Cabeza, so I searched for it on Youtube.

Today, I watched a funny video about porgs. Then decided to remind myself what porgs were (it's been a while since The Last Jedi y'all)

Somehow I wound up with this in my youtube search history

... if you can't tell, I'm disproportionately amused right now like I almost choked on my rice ball

#fizz's life #should i tag it star wars? probably not #porg #i'll tag it porg x'D

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facts-i-just-made-up · 5 months

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Hbomberguy's Plagiarism Video: Was it itself also a work of plagiarism?

FIJMU News: 12-3-23 by P.L. Giarrist Jr.

Hbomberguy has been an excellent YouTube documentarian, most famous for actually liking Dark Souls 2. Beyond this strange behavior however, his videos are widely admired despite not even having a colossal stuffed porg in their background. Recently he uploaded a documentary on plagiarism, but is that video plagiarized? And indeed, is his whole channel? His very life?

We at FIJMU have found concerning evidence that Hbomberguy is in fact simply repeating another YouTuber, also named Hbomberguy: He even stole the original documentarian's name, and as seen above, wardrobe, wallpaper, and face. Hbomberguy did indeed make a nearly identical video to Hbomberguy's, and in a startling, perhaps AI enabled act of thievery, Hbomberguy uploaded an identical video at exactly the same time. Most deviously, the duplicate Hbomberguy video has also used the same link and YouTube address.

While some have claimed that we simply have two windows of the same video open, the truth remains to be discovered. Did Hbomberguy steal from Hbomberguy? We may never know, at least not for a while because I am still only halfway into his like 4 hour long video and he's barely into the cave part and the meta aspect of this is giving me a headache.

I'm also worried now about parts in my Valhalla trilogy where I directly quoted death metal lyrics as a reference because I wrote it when I was really into Metalocalypse but like it's a novel so it doesn't explicitly say what those are and though I've talked about it all at length like am I any better than that one lady who stole the whole documentary and treated everyone she knew badly and stuff? Probably.

BUT HOW CAN WE KNOW FOR SURE???

god im tired i wish i had a pizza

#hbomberguy #illuminaughtii #plagiarism #metalocalypse #pizza #unreality #did i miss why his shirt is burned up?

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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✨D.D. MASTERLIST ✨

[banner and dividers created by @saradika]

[DRABBLES]

At Fault (1.7k words)

Common Mistake (1.8k)

Deep Blue, but You Painted Me Golden (1.8k)

Familiar & Unfamiliar (4.1k)

I Miss You, I Miss You Too (0.5k)

In a Perfect World, You Love Me (6.9k) // Perfect World pt. II (2.5k)

Language Barrier (1.0k words)

Lost in the Light (1.4k)

Ni Ceta, Cyar’ika (7.8k) // I Love You, Cyar’ika (4.5k)

⏤ Do You Want Me, Cyar’ika: HAPPY END (6.7k), DARK END (5.1k)

Not Like This (1.3k words) // Not You (2.3k words)

One Hundred and Fifty Seven (4.1k words)

That’s Not My Name (632 words)

din djarin x female!reader

Playlist

Older!Grogu Inspo Art

summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

✨: signifies a ‘AFS’ deleted scene/drabble!

#01: Two Porgs, One Blaster

#02: Are You Trying to Say Bear?

#03: Marshal Daddy

#04: Mayfeld Didn't Mean to Step on Him

✨#4.5: He is a Quick One✨

#05: Wife Material

#06: Trikar'la, Buir!

#07: Soran

✨#7.5: Like The Wizards✨

#08: You're His Home

#09: Buir, Grogu, Ma

✨#9.5: Ma’s Got You✨

#10: Show Off

#11: You Didn’t

#12: Grogu, Grogu, Baby, It’s Okay

#13: The Danger Has Passed, Cyar’ika

#14: Am I Making You Quiver?

#15: Mando Looks Like He Knows How to Fuck

#16: I Don’t Want It to Be a Sin

#17: Close Your Eyes, Ner Kar’ta

✨#MID 17: Take a Break, Doc✨

#18: Talk About a Power Couple

#19: My Boys Needed Me

#20: Short Stick Bears His Wrath

#21: Made of the Right Stuff

#22: Like Father, Like Son

#23: It’s a Surprise

✨#23.5: Am I Close to Redemption?✨

#24: Right Between Your Thighs

din djarin x female!reader

summary: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words ‘I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold’ adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse: Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

#01: Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object

#02: Falling For You

#03: Call it Fate, Destiny, Call it Luck

#04: Cool Motive, Still Murder

#05: Right Person, Wrong Time

#06: Partners in Crime

#07: A Favor For a Friend

#08: But You’re Still a Traitor

[SEVEN DAYS]

Cowboy!Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Summary: The Mandalorian, a morally gray and hardened bounty hunter, makes a decision that alters the course of his fate and yours. As your two very different worlds collide, you learn the Mandalorian is more than his reputation has led you to believe, and you have only seven days to decide if saving his life would be worth destroying your own.

DAY ONE

DAY TWO

DAY THREE

DAY FOUR

DAY FIVE

DAY SIX

DAY SEVEN

AFTER

#the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x you #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #protective din djarin #good dad din djarin #din djarin #star wars #din djarin masterlist

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mock-arts · 1 year

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Happy approaching new year all! I just wanted to look at all the covers I’d made for Star Wars fics in 2022 all at once lol

links to each beneath the cut!

Crashing Down by @oakwyrm (art)

Marshal Commander Cody of the 7th Sky Corps is, despite his reputation, mortal. When a severe injury threatens his life and his continued ability to function should he recover, protocol states he should be sent back to Kamino. It does not explicitly state that he would likely be decommissioned, but his vode all know how to read between the lines.

General Kenobi’s response is equally predictable.

Careful What You Wish For by @shadowlight17 (art)

Cody was head over heels for his Jedi General, so when Order 66 was executed, he was in emotional turmoil. And then he died. Or so he thought. He said he would give anything to fix this...would it be worth it if fixing it meant leaving everything he knew behind? Thrown into the past, Cody is given that chance. To make things right.

In This Our Liberty — currently unposted, series here.

from ancient grudge (to soap opera television) by @eclipsemidnight (art)

The Jedi and the Sith, in fair Coruscant where we lay our scene...ancestral enemies, whose battles these days are more likely to be to first spend rather than to first blood. This does not amuse the clone security forces who have to break them up, or Chancellor Windu who has to deal with them afterwards.

Meanwhile, Maul and Ventress's marriage is arranged by Sidious and Dooku. Obi-Wan and his friends Ahsoka and Quinlan crash their engagement party. We all know how this is going to end--a wedding, of course! It just takes a few hands, the threat of the Coruscant Guard, and a porg-print towel to get there!

This I Vow by @wanderingjedihistorian (art)

To secure a planet's help for the Republic, Obi-Wan and Cody must get married. Having been quietly together for some time, it is an easy decision for the pair to make. They didn't expect what followed. Nor did anyone else.

Once Upon a Dream by @glimmerglanger (art)

The man was still warm; not warm enough but he obviously hadn’t been dead long. Cody thinned his mouth, looking at the man. He had a fall of copper hair and a beard, scars here and there on his body. He looked like he’d been a fighter, all muscle, trim and--

“Sith’s spit,” he added, cutting over the chatter in his bucket, as his assessment reached the man’s hand, curled, even in death, around a familiar metallic cylinder. “General Tachi, I think he was a Jedi.”

OR, the one where Marshal Commander Cody finds a mystery figure three years into the Clone Wars, and it changes the course of history.

Or Why Comes Thou to Caterhaugh? by Afiregender (art)

In the midst of the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan very abruptly goes on leave to attend a "personal matter" on his homeworld Stewjon. Both Cody and the Jedi find this somewhat odd, and Cody goes on leave himself to investigate. He finds his General at a banquet meant to celebrate the new Fae King... which turns out to be Obi-Wan himself. Or: Tam Lin but Codywan.

Descent by @kutaisi (art) (we’re just getting started on this one!)

As they're fighting in the rain on Kamino, Jango Fett and Obi-Wan Kenobi are thrown forward in time to a version of the galaxy that neither of them could have imagined.

Finding themselves fifteen years in the future, their struggle to get back to their own time is complicated by devasting discoveries and a nightmare of a reality that they have no idea how to navigate through.

...and also by each other.

I also illustrated a bunch of other fic this year, that didn’t necessarily get covers.

Soul Found by @darthtarvera (art)

It had been five years since he’d dreamed of his soulmate.

Five years since the council broke the bond between them.

Now, a last test as the council sends Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to Mandalore to protect the Duke of Mandalore and his two daughters. Obi-Wan is determined to prove once and for all he has what it takes to be a good jedi.

But can even the jedi truly break a bond between a jedi and their soulmate? As Obi-Wan discovers more of the culture and people his mark ties him to he realizes that maybe his path isn't so rigid as he thought.

i don’t wanna feel stuck by @ghostlandtoo (art)

Three years after the war, Obi-Wan has stuck to diplomatic missions from the Order, tired of fighting. When he's burned by the Republic on the tail-end of one such mission, Obi-Wan finds himself stuck on Myam-1, a beach planet in the Outer Rim. Work doesn't stop, even on a vacation planet. Reunited with an old flame and a few old friends, Obi-Wan can't help but help the several people on Myam-1 in need of help, even if he lost his lightsaber a few planets back.

This, too, was a gift by @lttrsfrmlnrrgby (art)

The Rako Hardeen mission was a success, but it left Obi-Wan Kenobi sick at heart after the empathic stresses of the mission, and questioning whether the mission was worth it. The troopers of the 212th welcome him back, wanting nothing more than to assure him he did the right thing, and Obi-Wan works to make their trust in him worth it.

The Force, however, shows Obi-Wan a detailed vision of the future to come. He eliminates the threats posed by the Sith, but feels he cannot return to the Order or to his men, and sets out alone, letting the Force direct him to the grimmest parts of the galaxy and the people who were always overlooked and underserved.

Marshal Commander Cody takes his general's warning and evacuates Kamino and all of the clones from Republic space. As the Jedi work to recover from the Sith plot and the Republic stalls out on how to move on, the clones settle a new world, try to heal, and look for their missing general. Along the way, apart and together, Cody and Obi-Wan make discoveries that will change their and the galaxy’s future, and learn how to move forward even when things are broken and like nothing they'd planned.

I think that’s it as far as Star Wars fic I’ve illustrated/made covers for goes? (There’s a little bit of punisher/daredevil fic I’ve still been working on illustrating this year but that would be off theme lol)

if you’re a Star Wars fic author I’ve worked with this year and I’ve somehow missed you, let me know and I’ll add a link in! I’ve had an absolute blast collaborating with everyone this year, and I’m looking forward to digging in next year too! ❤️

#Star wars #jangobi #codywan #obimaul #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #jango fett #darth maul #star wars clone wars #star wars prequels #cover collection #1k+#big bang

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furious-blueberry0 · 3 months

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I swear that I WILL draw her better.

I still need to get reused to draw digitally, plus I wanted to talk about her a bit and give some general infos, so for now she will look like this:

This is Baheera Lee. (respectively 14 y.o. - 34 y.o. - 75y.o.)

A human jedi master, once Padawan of Ki-Adi Mundi, who worked for most of her knighthood in the Archives, a job she had to drop when she took on a Padawan, but after she was knighted she went back there almost immeadiatly.

The jewelry on her forehead was a gift from her master for her knighting.

She spent most of her life as a Jedi Master writing books, with a total of 35 done before her death.

She wrote both philosophical and children's books, some of her most famous titles were:

"To love everyone and no one: Love through the eyes of the Jedi" a book that sprouted controversy, used by many that had not actually understood what she had written as "proof" that the Jedi were unfeeling beings.

"The little grandpa in the garden" (totally not dedicated to Master Yoda).

"The Tooka who wanted to sing"

"The Little Padawan" a book in honor of her friend and peer, Lala Tian, who died at the age of 14, barely 2 years into her padawanship, who always dreamed to explore the whole galaxy.

"What fear does to the heart and mind" another book about Jedi philosophy, that she even teached in some Academies around Coruscant.

"The four Massiffs"

"The grief of the soul"

"Collection of ancient Jedi fables" written with the help of roughly 50 jedi.

"Don't give the Porg a cup of Caf"

"There's no glory in war, only tears" was her last book, which she published near the end of the war.

Unlike the other Jedi she did not partecipate in the war as a General, preferring to help on humanitarian or rescue missions.

Sometimes she would help alongside her old Master's battalion, interacting with the Clones, and starting to advocate for their independency in her Academic sittings.

She died during Order 66, she had been reading a fairytale to three younglings who couldn't sleep that night, because of the nightmares, when a group of Clones entered the Creche and shooted her, before she could even react.

#star wars #my oc #star wars clone wars #star wars prequels #clone wars #sw prequels #star wars oc #sw oc #jedi oc #jedi #ki adi mundi #baheera lee #my art #heartstone lineage #my ocs

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starrylothcat · 4 months

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Pairing: Echo x Reader

Summary: Echo knows you are alone on Life Day Eve and wants to spend the holiday with you.

Warnings: Light angst/meloncholy related to the holidays, kissing/making out, slight allusion to sexy times but not described and nothing explicit. Fluffy and happy ending. 🎄

WC: 2676

A/N: This is a gift for @cc--2224 as part of the Life Day Fic Exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange !

I played with ideas from the prompt: Having no one to spend the holidays with and being invited out/over to spend it with [x clone].

❄️ Happy Holidays and I hope you enjoy @cc--2224 ! ❄️

The sun was setting, and delicate rays of light poured into the streets from residences up and down every street on Pabu.

Life Day lights began twinkling on above doors and around windows as the sun sunk beyond the horizon.

Laughter and melodic tunes floated in the air, along with mouth-watering aromas from holiday feasts being set out on tables for friends and family to enjoy.

Echo stood outside your small Pabu cafe, trying to steady his nerves. He was clutching a bottle of rare Tevraki whiskey in his hand, something he had been saving for some time.

Your neon “Open” sign was switched off and the cafe was dark, though a string of Life Day lights flickered above your storefront sign.

You lived in a small apartment in the back of the cafe, and Echo could see a dim light illuminating your living room window.

It was Life Day Eve, and Echo knew you were alone.

Echo had been frequenting your cafe for a while now, making a point to come in the early mornings when your delectable baked goods were fresh out of the nanowave oven.

The more he got to know you, sipping caf and sharing stories and smiles, the more he realized he was catching feelings.

It started small, at first. Little fleeting flutters of his heart when he entered your cafe, knowing you’d be behind the counter. His face warming when you’d laugh, a wonderful medolic laugh that made those flutters in his chest beat like a porg’s wings trying its damdest to fly.

When he was away on missions with Rex, he thought more and more of you, truly missing you and how he felt when he was in your presence.

He felt…safe. Comfortable. At ease. Emotions he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

You were kind and generous to everyone who entered your cafe and went out of your way to help the people of Pabu. You often hand-delivered bespoke baked goods to new arrivals to make them feel at home.

Echo admired your kind heart, quiet strength, and warm demeanor. It took him time to fully realize what he was feeling, but let it happen. Echo had been thinking more and more of his future, especially now that he was in control of his destiny for the first time in his life.

He had much taken from him, his very soul used against his will. He was given a second chance, and he was not going to waste it.

So when Echo discovered you were spending the holiday by yourself, he knew he couldn’t let you be alone, not tonight.

You cared so much about Life Day, just the day before describing your fond memories of celebrating with your family as a child. You were a refugee like most Pabu residents, and you’ve been unable to see your family for many years due to the war.

Echo picked up the melancholy in your voice and how your body language changed when you spoke of your memories, a heavy weight anchoring you down knowing it was another Life Day without them.

Echo had his brothers and Omega. He was incredibly lucky to have a support structure, even after all he had been through.

The thought of you having no one to celebrate with didn’t sit right with him, so he decided to surprise you with a bottle of whiskey he purchased some time ago, a drink he used to share with Fives on this very holiday.

Echo found himself with a similar weight in his chest this cycle, thinking of Fives. Life Day was Five’s favorite holiday, and Echo had many memories of him and Fives savoring this drink on this nat-born holiday, cheering their brothers, and speaking of their hopes for the future.

Echo couldn’t think of anyone else he’d want to share this drink with tonight. Not even his own brothers. But you.

Now Echo stood in front of your door, hesitating for a moment, hoping he wasn’t coming on too strongly.

Echo never had time for relationships and was currently flying by the seat of his pants, but wasn’t dumb.

Echo has noticed how your expression softens when you look at him, or how your hand always brushes against his every time he hands you credits for his caf, touching his hand just long enough to be noticeable.

He was here as a friend, as much as he wanted to be more than friends. He wanted to kiss you, hold you, and let you know just how much you meant to him.

Echo wanted to respect your boundaries, though, and if you just wanted to be friends, he would continue to stand by your side as that and nothing more.

Echo took a breath and walked to the back of your cafe, up to your front door that was adorned with a Life Day wreath.

He tapped on your front door with his scomp.

It was now or never.

He waited a moment, hearing quiet music playing and some shuffling.

“Hello?” Your voice called from behind your door.

“It’s Echo.”

Your door clicked open, revealing your face, warm light spilling out, illuminating Echo who stood before you.

You were wearing your apron, the one you always adorned in the storefront, and Echo could immediately smell something sweet drifting from your kitchen.

“Echo!” Your face lit up. “What are you doing here?” You looked surprised, glancing at the whiskey in his hand.

“Thought you could use some company tonight.” Echo held it up, trying his best to act casual.

Your lips parted in a delicate oh, a blush warming your cheeks as you took in the man you are seriously crushing on standing in your doorway.

“Echo…you didn’t have to…I’m sure you have plans with your brothers…?”

Echo shook his head. “I want to be here, with you. You shouldn't have to spend the holiday alone.”

A genuine smile graced your features and Echo felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate.

You stepped to the side, gesturing inside. “Please, come in!

Echo stepped inside your small home. It was cozy, with a few dim lamps casting a pleasing glow throughout your living space. A Life Day tree was tucked in the corner of your living room and sparkling lights lined the ceiling, adding a magical feel to the space.

Your dining room table had racks of tooka-shaped cookies cooling, the culprit of the delicious smell.

“Sorry for the mess.” You walked to your kitchen, opening a cabinet to grab glasses. “I wasn’t expecting company…” You laughed, reaching with your tiptoes into the cupboard.

“No need to apologize. I’m the one intruding.” Echo stood near the table, placing the whiskey bottle down where there was space.

You walked back over to him, holding the glasses.

“No, not at all, Echo. I’m…really glad you’re here.”

You smiled your beautiful smile that Echo replayed endlessly in his head, making his heart do flips in his chest.

“Hope you like whiskey.” Echo said, “I used to drink this with my brother on Life Day. We’d save up credits for months to get a bottle.”

You scooted a rack of cookies out of the way, placing the glasses on the table.

“I’m honored you’re sharing it with me.” You untied your apron, draping it over a nearby chair.

“And yes, I do like whiskey, so you will have to share.” Your eyes held a mirthful glow, the Life Day lights hanging above mirrored in your irises.

Echo’s heart was thumping as he poured you each a glass of the amber liquid.

You gestured toward your couch. “Shall we?”

Echo sat next to you on your couch, sinking into the comfortable cushions as you settled near him. The couch was small, leaving little room between you.

You cradled your glass of whiskey, the lights from your tree reflecting off the crystaline glasses. A comfortable silence spreading between the two of you, only interrupted by the music playing from your radio.

Echo looked so handsome in the glow of your lights. His jaw was set, strong, and stubbled. His skin had gained some color back from the Pabu sun, and you could see his muscular shoulders tight against the civilian clothes he was wearing.

You have known Echo for some time now, ever since he and his brothers first came to the tropical planet. He stopped by your cafe every morning he could for caf and a spice cake. You learned some of his story before Pabu, but not all. You knew how he got his cybernetics, a story he told you early one morning in your shop.

Your heart broke for him but admired his resilience and ever-present strength. It’s one of the many reasons why you have fallen for him.

“Thank you, Echo.” Your eyes met his brown ones, butterflies coming to life in your stomach.

“I didn’t mean to give you my whole sob story yesterday…I usually keep myself busy on Life Day, as you can see.” You motioned behind you to all the cookies.

Echo shook his head. “Don’t apologize. The holiday can be hard on everyone, especially now. I’ve been thinking more of my brother, and it hurts knowing he can’t be here. You’re not alone in this.”

He lifted his glass of whiskey toward you.

“Cheers.” He said, clinking his glass against yours. “To friends and family.”

“Cheers.” You replied, “To friends and family.”

You both sipped the sweet alcohol, enjoying the warmth in your chest it provided as you swallowed.

“You and your brother had good taste.” You smiled behind your glass, taking another small sip, savoring the drink.

Echo chuckled.

“Glad you think so.”

You watched something flash across Echo’s eyes.

Echo had told you a little about Fives in passing, but not much.

“I’m sure he’d be happy that you are continuing your tradition.”

Echo nodded, a small, sentimental smile pulling at his lips.

“Yeah…he was a good man. One of the best I’ve ever known.”

“Tell me about him,” you started. “Only if you want, though.”

Echo knew Fives would be happy for him, and while he desperately wished he could be here, talking about him lifted the stone off his chest that had settled ever since he saw this whiskey.

He told you of the first time they bought this drink, and almost getting caught with it in their bunk when they were cadets.

The night went on, trading stories of the past, you talking of your family and Life Day traditions, and Echo speaking of his brothers, reminiscing on the trouble he and Fives used to get up to.

There was a newfound intimacy between the two of you, for once not just talking in your cafe. Echo had never felt closer to you than now, watching how your features glowed under the lights, talking of fond memories and the current goings on in Pabu.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but you ended up sitting close enough to Echo that your legs were almost touching.

Your conversation lulled, and Echo glanced at your chrono, seeing how late it was, well past midnight.

Time always went by so quickly with you. That peaceful serenity that he only felt with you had overtaken him, not wanting it to end.

“I didn’t mean to keep you this late.” He spoke softly. “I should go.”

Without thinking, your hand shot to his knee, feeling the hard metal underneath his clothing.

“You don’t have to go, not yet.” You said quickly.

You didn’t want him to leave. Your gaze met his, your hand still on his cybernetic knee.

Echo’s honeyed eyes swam with emotion, feeling your hand on his knee slide up toward his thigh, where his skin began.

Echo, spurred on by your touch and maybe a little bit of the whiskey, laid his hand atop yours. The gentleness of your hand contrasted with his larger, calloused palm.

Your eyes darted to where your hands met, and back to his.

Echo whispered your name so quietly you almost missed it over the thrumming of your own heart.

“Thank you for being here tonight.” You took a breath.

“I know we both have people we are missing right now…it’s usually a difficult time for me, but this is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time.”

Your voice was quiet too, enjoying the weight of his hand atop yours.

“You…mean a lot to me, Echo.”

Echo’s eyes widened slightly, heat rushing up his neck, hoping he was hearing you correctly.

“You mean a lot to me, too.” Echo’s hand lightly squeezed yours, your confessions hanging around you as excitement flooded your systems, realizing you both felt the same.

The air was suddenly thick, a magnetic pull tugging at both of you toward one another.

You were so close now, his nose brushing against yours as you both tentatively leaned in, your lips just centimeters away as you slowly closed the distance.

Finally, your lips touched, soft and chaste, his scomp lifting to gently trace down your arm as his lips captured yours.

Echo felt as if sparks were going off in his entire body, your lips sweeter than he imagined. He never wanted to let go of this moment.

It was pure bliss to kiss you, Echo’s mind solely focusing on you, how you felt, the way your breath hitched when he brought his hand to cup your face, gently caressing his thumb under your eye.

You pulled away, already missing his spicy musk and surprisingly plush lips.

“This is the happiest I’ve felt in a long time, too.” Echo traced his knuckle down your cheek. “And it’s because of you. It’s always because of you.”

You leaned in again, overwhelmed by emotion, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a more passionate and fervent kiss.

Everything that had been building between the two of you didn’t need to be spoken, the way your mouths danced and hands roamed one another’s bodies spoke for itself.

You sighed into his mouth as he shyly slid his tongue across your lower lip, politely asking for more.

His hand cradled the back of your head, entangling in your hair as your kiss deepened.

Emboldened, Echo broke the steamy kiss and traced his mouth down your jawline, placing hot kisses slowly down your neck.

The quiet whimpers that left your swollen lips ignited his body with passion, hoping he hadn’t fallen asleep on your couch and this was just a dream.

Echo lavished your skin, making his way back up to your lips for another profoundly devoted kiss.

When you both finally pulled away to catch your breaths, your lips were shiny with saliva, and your bodies flushed.

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as Echo held you against his strong body.

“Do you still want to go?” You asked.

Echo shook his head.

“I think you convinced me to stay.”

He brushed his lips against yours, slowly leaning you back on the couch, until you were laying down and he was above you.

You looked up at him through hooded eyelids as he took in your form beneath him, your soft body pliable against his.

“Can’t let you wake up alone on Life Day, either.” Echo’s voice was deliciously deeper than usual as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss right under your ear, causing you to shudder in delight.

Echo waited for your answer, not wanting to take things further than you wanted.

“No, you can’t.” You replied, pulling him down flush against you, your lips meeting again, your bodies entwining.

When you awoke the next morning in one another’s arms, for the first Life Day in a long time, you both felt indescribable happiness.

As you drifted off the night before, speaking softly to one another in the afterglow of your ignited feelings for one another, Echo was afraid when he woke up, that peace he felt only with you would be gone. Or that maybe you’d only wanted that one night with him, and nothing more.

The feeling was still there, even stronger than before. His fears dissipated when you left feather-light kisses across his chest, asking if he’d like to stay for breakfast and help decorate some of the cookies you had made last night.

Echo wholeheartedly agreed, inviting you to the dinner Hunter was hosting that evening with Omega and the rest of his brothers.

The heaviness that had settled over both of you leading up to the holiday had lifted away, replaced with glimmering elation and harmony that only you could give one another, knowing you would never have to be alone on Life Day ever again.

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now that we don't talk - chapter 4

summary: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.

ship: poe dameron x f!reader

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Poe was waiting outside of the ship, fancy leather boots tapping nervously on the floor. Dressed in a black Empire military coat uniform and pants that matched, he started feeling anxious, which was rare for him before missions. Usually fear only kicked in when he was face to face with danger.

Poe caught himself thinking that he would rather go to the most dangerous mission by himself than a low to medium risk with you. He obviously trusted you with his life and you were always a great asset to the team, but that night felt different. But the more he reflected on it, the more the fact that you had to infiltrate a party on your own home planet didn’t sit right with him. Not only were you facing some of the most important names of the Empire, there was a chance you would run into some of the ones you once knew. And there was no way of predicting how that particular scenario could play out. That worried Poe, which was saying a lot, since he is usually the most unpredictable person in the room and in the sky.

As the poster boy of the Resistance, Poe Dameron was used to being in charge. Not in a tyrannic search for power, but in being the one leading. In this case he could feel his emotions paving the way for him — worry, fear, insecurity and whichever feelings he had for you, all combined into a terrifying mix. Poe almost couldn’t recognize himself.

The sound of your high heels touching the steps that led from the ship to the land took him out of his preoccupied mind. He rushed to the top of the stairs holding his gloved hand for you to hold. Immediately, Poe was struck with the dark green of your dress and how beautiful it looked in contrast to your skin. The dress had a flowy skirt that moved against the wind. It was sleeveless, showing your bare arms, shoulders and décollotté. The top was tight, with two delicate straps that connected it to the back of the dress.

Poe was already breathless when his eyes finally reached your face. A few curls fell from your hairdo, framing your face, with your pink cheeks and heart shaped lips. You took his hand, going down the steps. Then, you looked at him. Poe felt self conscious, definitely a new emotion for him, wondering if he still had the same effect he used to have on you. Deep down, he knew it was selfish and that he had no right to even wonder about it, still, for a moment, it felt like something inside him would break if you didn’t care for his appearance. If you didn’t care for him.

“Come here”, you got closer to him, fixing his collar and the way his dark cape fell on his shoulders.

You had a composed expression, but Poe saw right through you. There was just something so sad about your eyes. Chills went through his body as he realized that he was most likely the reason for it.

You stopped fixing his clothes.

“There you go”, you took a step back.

“You look beautiful”, Poe said. It just came out of his mouth. But he meant it, he really did.

That intensified the pink on your cheeks. Poe felt a pinch in his stomach, added with a weird sense of accomplishment. After that day on the courtyard, he started going through his memories, trying to find clues that he might’ve missed that indicated how you felt. At that time, it seemed impossible to point out if you were just timid with your approach or if Poe really didn’t pay attention.

Sure, every now and then he would catch your gaze on him during a meeting or at the mess hall. Most times, you would look away quickly, like a scared porg, pretending to be doing something else. Sometimes, Poe would be quicker, making a funny face that caught you off guard, earning him a laugh. He really liked the sound of your laugh.

Standing there, in front of the ship, all nervous and ready to go take on the main part of the mission, Poe was the one analyzing you for a change. You were taken aback by his compliment, like that was the last thing you ever expected him to say. Poe knew for a fact it was the first time he ever told you were beautiful, something very unlike him, given the huge flirt he was.

Every single woman at the base had been on the receiving end of his affections, from the general (“The Force is looking good on you today, general”) to the comms ladies (“How are the prettiest sirens of the galaxy doing?”). It wasn’t like he meant anything by it other than being playful and showing his appreciation for them.

When it came to dating, however, he would turn the charm up, a sucker for the conquest and the chase. You’ve seen that play out several times, the Black Squadron loved to poke fun at their commander for his man whoring ways. You never did, though, Poe realized. You would always listen to him talk about his pursuits, but would never comment on it. He had just assumed that was just you keeping it to yourself.

There was one time when Poe casually brought dating into a conversation the two of you were having. You had spent the day working or flight formations and, after, sat at the courtyard watching the sunset while sharing some fruits and a bottle of liquor.

“Now, enough about me”, he cut one of the fruits, a mysterious orange one, and gave you half. “How is your dating life going? I almost never see you out besides having drinks with us.”

You freezed, avoiding his gaze.

“Not much going on…We’re always so busy, there is almost no time to date.”

“Come on now, sweetheart”, Poe laughed. “If I, a pilot and a commander, can find the time to date and have some fun, you definitely can too.”

“It’s not the same thing, though”, you said, frustrated. “You can walk into a room and have women begging you for a date or anything you’re willing to give them.”

“It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible”, Poe winked and you rolled your eyes at him. “But really, if you want it, I can totally help you find a solid guy who would love to take you out. In fact, not just one, I bet there are several guys around base who are just waiting for the right opportunity to meet you.”

“Do you really think so?”, you asked so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“I know so!”, Poe also knew you needed a boost of confidence. “Anyone would be lucky to get to know you, sweetheart. You’re smart, kind and loyal, and a damn good rebel too, if I say so myself.”

Poe probably said more stuff, but not that you were beautiful. Maybe he should have. Perhaps if he did, you wouldn’t have a pained expression on your face, one that even Poe, who had never been the most perceptive person, could tell meant you didn’t believe him. Somehow, learning that hurt him too.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What? Compliment you?”

“Feel sorry for me”, your tone was serious.

“I don’t…I meant what I said…”

“You have never ever said it before, Poe”, you added, raising your chin as you looked at him. Your expression was not one of vulnerability anymore, but that of a soldier on a mission. “You have no reason to start now.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry if…”

“We should go now. We have a job to do.”

Looking at the mansion ahead, you take a deep breath and start walking.

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