#teen!sith!reader

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,031

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war’ thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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Kylo Ren x Teen! Male Reader

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REQUEST: I just wanted to know if you maybe could write Kylo ren x child/teen male reader. Where the reader is like his apprentice aaand he shows him the force and how to fight with a light saber. And while training he gets hurt or something and Kylo is all dad-like :3

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, slight angst, knights of ten, training, slight back story, Kylo showing his Ben side, father and son relationship, platonic, teenager reader, mentions of purrgli.

WC: 2.1K

TAGS: @justalonleyboy

NOTES: Finally! First request is up! I hope you enjoy this shot, I tried to make it as father and son relationship as possible, but other than that thank you for the request it’s been a long time since I’ve written for Kylo Ren so it feels nice writing about him again.

“Again.”

His masters voice echos in the training room. He’s standing opposite of his opponent, panting and sweating from the dueling session. He’s been training all morning nonstop and he still hasn’t managed to take down one of the knights of Ren, he can sense them smirking behind those mask as they all watched him train.

His eyes drift over to the others, inhaling some air into his lungs and shakes his head. He couldn’t go any further his body feels sore and his legs are screaming at him to sit and take a break.

“I can’t.”

He felt guilt and shame for disobeying his masters words, expecting a scolding from him as usual only this time he approached him and used the force to summon his saber into his hand. Y/n is surprised by his actions, breathing hitching as he looks up to his master who stared him down.

The masked man looks at him up and down and can clearly seen the kids fatigue. “Leave us.”

The knights respect his wishes and leave the training room, hearing them murmur amongst themselves and leaving the two alone. As the doors close behind them they are finally left alone.

“I told you not to push yourself.”

“I didn’t want to disappointment you.”

Kylo remains quiet when hearing his response, earning him a deep sigh as he reached up to remove his helmet, revealing his face and the scar that was left behind on his right cheek. It was a nasty wound that he received from the Jedi and remembers that day clearly even though he was his apprentice he stayed by his side in the medical wing while he was healing, being the one to check his face evert once an while until it healed, leaving a scar behind.

“You didn’t, but I also can’t have my apprentice draining himself when training. You could have gotten hurt.” Kylo knows how rough the Knights of Ren can be he’s trained with them before and faced the consequences of their training methods the amount of bruises and pain he went through. He wouldn’t want Y/n to go through the same and kept an eye on him during training and became strict whenever he didn’t listen to his orders.

“Go wash up and get something to eat.” Said Kylo. “Rest.” His last word was stern, ordering him.

Y/n sighs to himself. “Yes, master.”

Y/n leaves the training room, leaving Kylo on his own while he makes his way back to his own private room. Once he’s far away and alone he lets out a groan and rubs his sore hips. “Damn knights are gonna kill me.” They’ve been dropping him to the ground every time he trained with them, using the wooden sabers to smack him each time he failed.

He deeply disliked them and would prefer using the trainer droids.

When reaching his room he waves his hand, using the force to open the door and doing the same when closing it after he walks inside and gets himself undressed and towards his shower where he can finally get washed up and relax a bit before getting something in his stomach. As much as he hated the training he should be grateful if it wasn’t for Kylo he would have remained in the slums slaving away in order to survive.

Kylo had sensed him and came to him.

Before he could officially leave the slum, Kylo had given him a test in order to prove that he would be a worthy apprentice. Y/n was desperate to get off that damn planet and accepted his test, not realizing the dangerous potential he carried. Since his test he always stuck by Kylo’s side, following his orders and listening to what he had to say.

He was afraid of the man at first.

Witnessing his anger issues and the amount of troopers he had killed out of pure anger. The times when he’d grow desperate to show their power and hunting other force sensitives that they could find. Many of the generals and engineers murmured about him, saying that he wouldn’t last long and would possibly anger his master enough to get himself killed.

Only for Y/n to prove them wrong.

The first time that Y/n disobeyed orders he almost got himself killed trying to capture a rebel in order to get further information about their plans. Kylo was not happy, yelling at him for his actions. Everyone would have expected Y/n to cower away and take the scolding only to argue back with the Sith, spitting back words as the two scream at each other.

They’d think that Kylo would have killed him that day, but instead Kylo had let him win the argument and stomped away angrily.

Since then the two found a weird way of bonding with each other.

After Y/n finished washing up and getting some clothes on he made his way to the mess hall where he grabs himself something to eat and takes his tray with him. He doesn’t eat with the other troopers since no one really had the courage to speak with him, to afraid to approach him.

So instead he spent his time eating in Kylos room.

It became a regular routine between the two. When Y/n enters the room he doesn’t find Kylo anywhere which was expected and sits by one of the windows, watching them fly through hyper space as he eats his food in silence. After some time, Kylo finally returns back to his own room, door closing behind him as he removes his mask and sets it down on his bed.

“I’ve never seen a purrgil…have you?” Y/n looks away from the window and over to Kylo who removed his saber from his belt and sets it on his empty desk along with Y/n’s saber. Kylo still hasn’t given him the approval of wearing it yet and simply waited for that day.

“They are nothing but stories, no one has seen one.” Said Kylo.

Y/n hums in return and looks back out the window. The silence between them was comfortable as Kylo did his own thing by doing his daily check ups on Hux’s work and making sure that everything is going in order. After Y/n finishes his meal he leaves the tray aside and steals one of Kylos holo pads in order to read something.

“Don’t forget your training starts again in an hour.”

The teen mentally groans to himself, eyes on the holo when speaking up. “Who will I be training with this time? Cardo? Trudgen?” He’s basically trained with each Knight and already knows the routine he has with each one. He just hopes its not Vicrul he’s the most ruthless one out of all of them and never holds back.

Kylo stands from where he sits and approached Y/n, taking the pad from him. “You’ll be training with me.”

His eyes slightly widen by his words. It wasn't rare for him to train with Kylo he was the first one he trained with when he first got here. He taught him about the force and how to wield a saber before the knights of ren came in to further his training while he watched him. “I will be testing your skills today and see how well the knights have been training you.”

“Of course, Master.” He softly whispers out, growing anxious as he quickly gathers his empty tray and leaves his room, rushing out to get ready for his final training today. He’s been training for this day and shouldn’t feel nervous, but somehow he can’t help himself.

When getting ready for his training he makes sure to put on a proper training suit in case Kylo goes a little rough on him. He doesn’t need anymore bruises showing each time he looks in the mirror. He laced up his boots and makes his way to the training room once he’s done getting ready.

When entering the training room it was usual for him to find the Knights of Ren training before him. Only this time they are standing on the side, watching him carefully as he enters the room.

“Don’t kill yourself kids.” Said Cardo, obviously smirking under his helmet.

Y/n glared at him when approached the training weapons, only to be stopped when Vicrul approached him. “You will be needing this.” He holds out his saber only this one wasn’t his. It was different from the one Kylo let him use.

He takes the saber in his hand, getting adjusted to the feeling of it in his hand and walks towards the middle of the room. He doesn’t get much time to mentally prepare himself when Kylo walks into the room, wearing his own helmet and without the cape this time.

Kylo doesn’t really give him time to prepare and approached him quickly, holding out his own saber and igniting it and takes a swing at him. Y/n is surprised by the quick attack and side steps quickly, igniting his own saber in order to defend himself. He holds it with one hand, focusing on Kylo as he takes another swing at him.

He’s quick to block it with his own saber. This one felt lighter to use than the one that Kylo got for him like it belonged to him.

He moves fast with each strike, groaning by the pressure that Kylo puts on his saber with each swing he takes. He can’t back down now a Jedi could easily kill him if he doesn’t fight back properly. He doesn’t know how long he’s been fighting for, but Kylo wasn’t backing down until one of them yielded.

Y/n holds the saber in his tight hand as his eyes follow Kylos movements. Y/n makes the first attack, swinging it close to his head which Kylo quickly dodged no realizing his own misstep as his own master swings his own red saber down on him. His eyes widen and quickly thinks, thrusting his hand out and using the force to stop the saber from killing him.

He can feel the hot saber close to his face, groaning and tilting his head away as he uses his power to push back only to grow weaker and tired. His hand is shaking and the saber is getting closer the red saber burning on his shoulder as he cries at the pain.

He can feel hot tears running down his face his emotion is enough for Kylo to stop, turning off his saber as the teen falls to the ground. A hand on his shoulder as he bites his lip hard trying to contain his muffled groans.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to drop his saber, getting down on his knees and grabbing onto the kid. “Let me see.”

Y/n sniffles and whimpers afraid to show his wounded shoulder and shakes his head.

“Y/n.” Kylos voice is stern, enough to make the kid move his hand from where it lies as he shows his wound to Kylo. It wasn’t deep but it was burnt that he’ll need a patch and some bacta spray to get it healed up. While Kylo focused on Y/n’s wellbeing the Knights stood on the side, noticing his actions.

“He is still to weak and needs further training.”

Y/n looks away as he grows ashamed by their words only for Kylo to frown under his helmet.

“He is still a kid.” Kylo speaks up while looking over his shoulder, glaring under his helmet as he comes to a stand. “Get me a medical droid.”

“Ren—“

“Now!” Kylo shouts at the knights, reminding them who they follow as they leave the training room and search for a medical droid.

Kylo puts his focus on Y/n again and touched his shoulder which makes him wince. “It hurts.” He groans out. “I know it hurts and its gonna hurt even more if you don’t let me see if properly.” Y/n whines and lets Kylo examine the wound. The two are quiet until Kylo finally speaks up in a soft tone. “I’m sorry, I overstepped and got you hurt. I was rough on you.”

Even though Kylo was the most intimidating man on the ship only Y/n had the privilege to see his soft side which was very rare. He never pointed it out and simply went along with it, accepting his apology with a small nod as he lets him tend to his wound. “Well, at least I know you can handle a rough battle.” Y/n choked out a chuckle, sniffling back his tears as he sticks close to Kylo as they wait for the medical droid.

#male reader #Kylo ren x male reader #Kylo Ren #Star Wars imagines #Star Wars x male reader #Star Wars #ben solo x male reader #Ben solo #dark side #sith #teen male reader #Kylo ren x teen male reader

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, I hope you are doing alright! So I can have a kinda cross over idea for a teen male reader. a mix of Batfam and star wars. The reader is a Jedi padawan that had to flee towards the Earth after the Jedi were forced into hiding and the rest is up to you.

Oh... It's been years since I watched Star Wars, but wiki is here to help. If there is something inaccurate, my apologies. Also, I had to put this iconic line in here.

Summary: (Y/N) is a Jedi who ran.

Warnings:

Earth wasn't a bad experience for (Y/N). After all, he has seen many different species and has seen a lot of things that would make everyone's skin crawl. It took a while for him to adjust to life here on Earth. It was... Interesting more than anything, but he did miss his fellow Jedis.

The Sith have taken over and every single Jedi was forced into hiding and they were forced to run. (Y/N) was a padawan, well, still is, but he doesn't really have any formal training, but he managed to pick up a few materials to study.

Padawans ran the farthest and hid extremely well. They had to, they would be the first targets for the Sith to kill them. (Y/N) for some reason actually loved Earth. Here, humans were a little bit weird, but he found success here as a writer.

He has always loved writing and then humans here liked it? He had no problem writing. He wrote under a pseudonym and he really enjoyed. Soon, he found a part time job in a really big tech company called Wayne Enterprises.

He worked hard there, despite it being a part time job. He enjoyed and he offered some insight to technology. Lucius Fox noticed him quickly and took his under his wing almost automatically. Such talent as Lucius would say, can't go to waste. He would be feeling guilty beyond belief.

There he met his now boyfriend Bruce Wayne.

Bruce and (Y/N) met when Bruce walked in the laboratory, wanting to see Lucius about something, but he found (Y/N) instead. (Y/N) and Bruce talked until Lucius came. He smirked as he saw something between the two.

He waited for a few moments before coming in, introducing (Y/N) once more to Bruce. Then, Lucius took Bruce and left (Y/N) to work alone in the lab. (Y/N) didn't think much of those conversations. He didn't look for anything exciting. It was just in his code as a padawan.

But Bruce wanted something more. (Y/N) was slightly conflicted about it with his training and everything he has been taught. But there was something about Bruce that made him... Well, (Y/N) had a few hot nights with himself after a meeting with Bruce that day.

That has been going on for a few months until Bruce has decided to man up and bite the bullet to ask (Y/N) out on a date. He really wanted this, so he had to be very careful and not scare him away. It took Bruce a few months to realize that he was bisexual so he said screw it.

He will ask him out. Even if (Y/N) says no, then that's life.

You could only imagine Bruce's surprise when (Y/N) said yes to the date. Bruce was shocked, but happy that (Y/N) has accepted it. Bruce told (Y/N) he would pick him up at his place and to be ready by 7 pm. Bruce was never so nervous in his life.

His kids noticed, how could they not? But Alfred told them that there will be hell to pay if they try to do something to (Y/N) and Bruce and if they try something to jeopardize the date.

Of course, they won't disobey their actual authority figure in the house so they waited with Alfred. Everyone was wondering whether or not he was in love and they have been wondering about (Y/N). What was he like? Is he cute? How come Bruce asked a guy? Is (Y/N) a gold digger?

All of those important questions, you know. They have to look out for their dad you know? Sure, Bruce is no fool, but still. And maybe, just maybe, they were bored with their lives.

Bruce and (Y/N)? Oh, they had a wonderful time. Bruce and (Y/N) talked about a lot of stuff. Bruce just wanted to know (Y/N) even more. He really did. Something was just... Bruce may have fallen in love.

And (Y/N)? Oh dear God, he fell hard. But still, he was scared to break the code. But he already got bonded to Gotham. It was a very peculiar city to him and he loved it. He didn't have it in his heart to ever leave this city. More so to leave Bruce. There was something about Bruce that (Y/N) found interesting.

Bruce drove (Y/N) back home that night and (Y/N) meditated before going to bed. Bruce, on the other hand, had patrol to go on. And let me tell you, the kids weren't letting up. The entire patrol was chaotic and Bruce under a line of fire from his sons.

It was just tiring and... Bruce was happy that he was patient with his sons. He really was.

Bruce introduced (Y/N) to his sons after a year of dating. He wanted to take it slowly and to see how he would react. Not everyone wants to date a man, a father of four more precisely. He told (Y/N) that he had kids on the first date. It was to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.

The introduction went very well. Everyone loved how (Y/N) was calm and relaxed, an oasis so to speak. A complete opposite of Bruce. Damian loved the way he meditated. Damian already called dibs on (Y/N). Tim said that he would borrow him for tech stuff. Jason simply gravitated due to the fact that he was calm and so... Balanced. Dick simply loved the fact that (Y/N) was a calm person.

But nothing is ever perfect and nothing lasts forever.

(Y/N) had to come clean to Bruce. He had to tell him about his Jedi side. He couldn't lie to him about it and he didn't like that something so heavy on his shoulders.

Bruce was worried when (Y/N) told him that they need to talk to him. Bruce could see that it was something serious and he thought that they were going to break up.

He didn't understand the word Jedi. What? Bruce thought that (Y/N) was crazy. Then (Y/N) used the Force and showed him his lightsaber. Bruce had to sit down for a second. Okay... What the hell is going on?

(Y/N) told him everything about Jedi Order and the Sith. He told him about the Sith taking over and forcing Jedi's into hiding. Bruce processed it all and asked him about leaving Earth. It was a valid question.

(Y/N) told him he couldn't leave because he got attached. He loved Bruce and his sons and that he couldn't leave. Even as if gets safe. Bruce hugged his boyfriend tightly, giving him a kiss. After calming himself down he also told (Y/N) that he has something to confess.

(Y/N) didn't expect to hear that Bruce Wayne is Batman. And that his kids are the birds, but hey... At lease they were honest with one another. Bruce and (Y/N) shared a hug that day, happy that they got honest.

And that's what led to this moment between the two of them, in the middle of the night. It was a difficult patrol for those involved and Bruce just wanted some comfort. (Y/N) had to step in with his Force and everyone was just exhausted.

(Y/N) also had to come clean to the kids and they all wanted to see more of his Force, but he was too tired to even think, let alone use the Force. Bruce ushered everyone to go to the showers and just go to sleep.

(Y/N) and Bruce shared the shower, making sure that they are okay and unharmed. (Y/N) allowed himself to be lead to the bed to be changed by Bruce, who understood that this was not something that (Y/N) is used to. (Y/N) isn't used to operating every night.

(Y/N) reached out for Bruce who happily took his hand into his and squeezed, letting him now he is here. (Y/N) sighed as he relaxed, Bruce getting behind him and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

" Sleep honey, you deserve it. " Bruce murmured into the back of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) nodded and just relaxed... The night wasn't really over yet.

All four sons came in at same time, seemingly having a bad dream at the same time. (Y/N) and Bruce welcomed them in. (Y/N) just got squished between them all and thankfully, Bruce had a big bed

For some reason, he wouldn't have it any other way.

#dc comics #dc x male reader #x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #jason todd x male reader #batman x male reader #red hood x male reader #tim drake x male reader #red robin x male reader #damian wayne x male reader #robin x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader

[nickeverdeen]

All requests

All requests I have will be written here along with those that I deleted ‘cause I was uncomfortable with them or had no idea how to do them and whenever a new one comes I’ll write it down here so you’d know if I got your request or not and whenever the request will be posted it will be off the list

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So shortly colors rules:

Red - deleted

Orange - on hold

Green - accepted and probably done just waiting to be posted

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In my drafts:

Father figure Joel with an underage mute fem!reader who speaks sign language and has a really Hufflepuff stereotype personality (hcs - requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Sith Kit Tanthalos secretly dating Jedi padawan fem!reader (hcs - not requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Being Silco’s coworker as a healer while having crush on Jinx (hcs - requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Five x gn!reader who he thought is ordinary, but is proved wrong (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [completed - waiting to be posted]

Young Ellie Williams with an adventurous, dreamy and creative, air-head and socially awkward, theater fem!reader who's also immune (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [not completed yet]

Nico di Angelo with an INFP!fem!reader who's Hades' daughter and his half-sister (hcs - requested) [not completed yet]

Mako x deaf & mute!reader (hcs as it was not specified - requested) [not completed yet]

Be a good girl, you can take it | Korra eating out older!fem!reader {Korra - 18/19, reader - 21} (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Fred and George Weasley with a sister!Reader (hcs - requested) [not completed yet]

Nimona with a teen!fem!reader who's Ambrosius' younger sister and looks like Gloreth (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Fourth Wing masterlist (not Iron Flame) (masterlist - not requested) [not completed yet]

From Crayons to Canvases | Doctor Strange x fem!reader (platonic!imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

Midnight Rescue | Biker!Jesse helping drunk reader (imagine - requested) [not completed yet]

On hold:

TUA/TSA match-up for 🍿 annon (requested - on hold ‘till I’ll open my match-ups again)

Horizon Forbidden West masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll play the game done)

TUA and Outer Banks both male and female match-up - the person requested Stranger Things too, but I don’t do that (requested - on hold ‘till I’ll open my match-ups again)

Iron Flame masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll finish the book)

Dune masterlist (not requested - gonna post it when I’ll finish watching it)

Deteled:

Victor Cato x victor reader soulmate au with the red string (imagine - requested)

Amity reacting to her partner being a sweet tooth (hcs - requested); reason = I don’t do The Owl House, sorry

#request #headcanons #matchups #imagine #preferences #alphabet

[skylariumrose]

Codywan BigBang Preview

Hey y’all! Coming in right at the end to share this preview because my team is fun like that 😉.

Repair, Not Repeat

By: Skylarium_Rose at AO3

Lovely artists: kbirb & IonFusion

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 60k

Pairing(s): CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/Anakin Skywalker

Tags/Major Warning(s): Universe Alteration, Service Animal Boga the Varactyl, Alternate Universe - No Jedi, Alternate Universe - No Sith, Post-War, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Developing Relationship, Animals (Star Wars), Zillo Beast Species (Star Wars), Godzilla (Legendary | MonsterVerse) - Freeform, Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Kaiju (Godzilla | Toho) / Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, References to illegal animal trade, References to animals injured by people

Posting date: April 2, 2023

Summary:

A year after the conclusion of the Serreno Splinter Wars, Marshal Commander Cody Fett continues his service to the Greater Republic for Mandalore. Yet, it was slowly cutting him to ribbons, his plans to remain a military man for life are being challenged.

Eventually pushed to take vacation by the brass and a chance check-in Cody finds himself in the last place he expected — An animal conservatory and rehabilitation system. Cody finds his time there unexpectedly healing and finds himself growing fond of the gorgeous Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Director of Wildlife Rehabilitation for the JEDI Conservator Intuition. A fondness that he's sure is returned.

It all seems too good to be true, and he's right. The peace he hoped for here is rapidly turning into a mystery as endangered and threatened species begin to disappear from their supposedly safe habitats.

Coming Soon

Stellar artwork by IonFusion:

Read by kbirb:

Snippet:

“She’s beautiful.” He whispers, reaching up to scratch under her chin like he had, applying the right pressure instantly.

Interesting.

“She really is,” Obi-Wan agrees as he walks closer to the Mandalorian, studying him, “I’m sure she’s annoyed with some of my grooming, but I just want her to be her healthiest.”

“Well they always say owners like their pets to match so I’m not surprised.”

The noise that escapes him is competing to be a scoff or a huff, the only thing agreeable is the fact it is one of amusement. Cody’s eyes cut to him, a sly smirk lifting at his lips, before using both hands to give Boga more scritches.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Speaking to her in a conspiratorial whisper, “He makes sure your scales shine and your mane is the fairest in the land because he likes to be all prim and proper too. You have to be a matching set to shame everyone else.”

“It’s good hygiene to — ”

ROOP!

Whipping around, Obi-Wan watches betrayal in the highest order as Boga’s feathers puff out at an angle, tail wagging, and leans more into Cody’s touch, eyes closed in bliss.

“That means I’m right.” Cody states smoothly, expression full of superiority and eyes half-lidded in playfulness.

#cwbb #codywan bigbang #cwbb2022 #my fic #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #podfic

[kaminocasey]

What A Price to Pay

Summary: You try to find yourself, away from Boba, but ten years later, you accidentally find your ways back to each other.

Pairing: Empire Strikes Back Era!Boba Fett x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; ANGST.

WC: 1.2K

A/N: I'd not posted anything for Boba Fett yet, so I thought I'd change that. This does take place during Empire Strikes Back!

“So, that’s it then?” He asks you, his voice low… angry… confused… hurt.

“That’s it.” You nod, unable to meet those brown eyes you loved so much.

“This is what you want, then?” He asks, unconvinced.

“This is… what I need.” You look down at the floor as you sit on the edge of his bed for the last time.

Boba was everything you’d wanted. From the moment you’d met him when you were teens scavenging the galaxy. You’d saved each other numerous times. Now, you’re both in your mid 20s and he’s all you’ve ever known. 

He stands up and walks over to you, kneeling down on his knees in front of you.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me anymore.” He forces you to look at him.

You feel a single tear drip down your cheek, landing on your bare shoulder. You wipe it away and glare at him. He slides his hands down your thighs.

“I don’t want you anymore, Boba.” You try to keep your voice as steady as possible.

He knows you too well, better than you know yourself. He smirks. 

“Liar.” He murmurs, sliding his thumb across your lip.

It takes everything in you to not open your mouth for him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Boba. There has to be more than this.” You whisper, looking past him. 

He sighs, pulling your face to look at him again. “Then go… and don’t come back.”

There’s soft malice in his voice. He’s hurt. You’re the only person who’s ever loved him besides his father and you know that he’s never going to forgive you for this. But, you need to know if you can make it on your own. You need to know who you are away from him. 

10 years later…

“Lando. Stop.” You push him away from you, smirking.

Lando sighs, pulling his lips away from your neck. He had been trying to get into your pants for the last six months while you’d been making yourself at home in Cloud City on Bespin and teaching. You know it’s probably not permanent but it’s nice, having the sort of freedoms away from the Empire that you can’t get anywhere else. Not to mention, you’d already grown attached to the children in your class.

Lando controls Cloud City, so you know you’d benefit if you actually hooked up with him. You just can’t bring yourself to do it. You actually liked Lando. He was fun to be around. Sleeping with him would just complicate things. You didn’t have many friends.

“You’ve been a good friend to me, Lan… I’d hate to mess that up.” You kick your feet up on his couch. 

He chuckles that charming little chuckle he does. “A friend.”

You poke him with your toes. “Yeah. A friend. Don’t you have those?” 

He sighs. “I wouldn’t say that…”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Maybe you could use one, then.”

“Mr. Calrissian?” His comm device chimes.

“Yes?” He pats your foot as he answers the comm.

“They’re here, sir.” The voice on the other end replies.

Lando lets out a soft sigh. “Send them in.” 

“You want me to go?” You ask him.

“Yeah, you probably should.” He nods. 

Something feels off. Lando looks slightly nervous. 

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

Before he can answer, the door slides open and the Sith Lord known as Darth Vader strolls in. You look at Lando, confused. The Empire shouldn’t be here. They have no jurisdiction here. “Lando Calrissian.” The deep modulated voice speaks.

You look at Lando who puts his facade on instantly and slightly bows. “Lord Vader.”

Lord Vader looks at you and speaks only two words. “Leave us.”

Everything in you is telling you to not leave Lando alone with this… man. You stare up at Vader, refusing to be intimidated. He’s got to be at least 7 feet tall. He’s definitely menacing looking. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath that ridiculous mask.

“I will not ask again.” Vader tells you.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you asked the first time.” You put your hands on your hips.

“It’s alright, love. Go on.” Lando squeezes your shoulder.

You nod to Lando and glare at Vader as you leave the room, letting the door slide shut behind you. You’re met with a green armored and helmeted man holding a blaster, who you’d recognize anywhere. He turns to look your way and lets the blaster fall to his side. You feel your heart and stomach clench simultaneously and you feel like you may throw your heart up right out of your throat. You think you may throw up in general.

“Cyare…” He murmurs in that familiar modulated voice.

It’s been ten years since you’d heard that name.

“Boba.” You sigh, unable to believe that he’s standing right in front of you.

“What are you doing here… with Lando Calrissian?” He asks you. 

“Lando is a friend.” You answer him as if he has any business asking you that.

“A friend? Calrissian doesn’t have friends.” Boba tells you.

“Is that just a widely known thing?” You ask, trying to keep calm.

Your former best friend and lover is standing in front of you for the first time in ten years and you have no idea what to really say. There’s so much that you wish you could say to him, but you feel like all the air has been sucked out of your lungs and you’re falling out of the tallest point of Cloud City. 

You wish you could tell him how you found yourself but you never stopped missing him. You wish you could tell him how scared you were at first without him but you became strong and independent, but you wish he’d grown with you. You can’t say any of that, though. 

“He’s a slimeball con artist. Surely you’ve not got yourself… connected to him.” He judges you underneath that dark cold staring visor, bringing you back to the present.

“Excuse me? Like you have any room to talk. You’re the one who’s here with a dangerous Sith Lord. What are you doing?” You ask him, crossing your arms.

“Collecting a bounty.” Boba says.

“Oh, you still do that, huh? Even though you said you didn’t want to be under these scumbags’ thumbs anymore? Good to know nothing’s changed.” You smirk.

“And just what do you do?” He asks you.

“I’m a teacher.” You tell him.

“You always were good with kids.” He reaches for his helmet and your heart starts to race.

He pulls his helmet off and your heart lurches all over again, coming face to face with those brown eyes and dark curly hair. As if you’re back in his bedroom ten years ago, you find it hard to look at him without the threat of a lump in your throat.

It hits you full force. Your love for this man. 

“Cyare…” He murmurs, stepping close to you.

“No. Don’t call me that.” You stare up at him. “I’m not your cyare anymore.”

“You’ll always be my cyare.” He smirks, tilting your chin to look up at him. “Always.” 

You jerk your chin away and start walking away. It kills you to walk away from those brown eyes a second time after it very nearly killed you the first time. But you’ve found yourself, away from this man. You’ve grown as a person and learned to take care of yourself. But a creeping thought slides into your head. Maybe he’s grown, too?

TAGS: @studioramekin @brynhildrmimi @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @wolveria @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @twistedstitcher27 @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @rexxdjarin

#the empire strikes back #boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #empire era boba #book of boba fett #tbobf

[doorsclosingslowly]

One year of SOC fic: and I still currently have as many WIPs in the works fml

I’ve been writing fanfic about Crows—let’s be honest, mostly Jesper, for one year now and it’s been such a joy wildly mixing the sad (what if Kaz’s trauma was externalized into being a zombie child), the fun fetishes (would you believe I only started writing porn this year? wild) and the silly results of bad jokes into the 25 crimes listed below and the many, many more crudely scrawled love letters to Jesper Llewellyn Fahey I have half-finished or just barely plotted on my hard drive rn. Look forward to year two!

Canon and canon divergent

Condemn It to Its Future (4.5k, M, Gen, the “kaz drowns and becomes a sentient child zombie” fic)

Love Your Masks and Adore Your Failure (6k, E, Kaz/Jes, the “slowjob” fic)

If You Want a Partner, Take My Hand (8.1k, E, Kaz/Jes, the “trans man kaz over-comparing trans man jesper to the sun tbh” fic)

True Faith (7.6k WIP, M, Kaz/Jesper/Wylan, the “let’s explore jesper’s gambling addiction by getting him addicted to modified jurda parem” fic)

I see your face in every flower (10k, E, Jesper/Reader, the “jesper gets it on with a Lovecraftian entity and that entity is YOU” fic, cowritten with @rainstormdragonragon)

Everybody Knows that the Dice are Loaded (5.3k, E, Kaz/Jes and bg Jes/Wylan, the “dickpunching as an act of devotion” fic)

This Time There's No Code Word (3.5k, M, Gen, the “jesper became a Dime Lion instead” fic)

Do You Remember the First Time? (3.1k, M, Gen, the “right after he joins the Dregs jesper saves kaz’s life” fic)

Things Will Shortly Get Completely Out of Hand (2k, T, Gen, the “ruining someone’s university graduation” fic)

Come Sing These Things (1.4k, G, Kaz/Jes, the “jesper’s teen diary” fic)

As Fish Love Water (2.5k, E, Kaz/Jes, the “ankle gills STD” fic)

Show-verse

Nearer than Heaven (2.7k, E, Jes/Dima and Kaz/Jes, the “jes tells kaz about his hookup” fic)

How the Light Gets In (19k WIP, E, Kaz/Darkling and Kaz/Jes, the “kaz the teenage Sun Summoner gets stolen back by jesper” fic)

Where Can We Live But Days? (22k WIP, E, Kaz/Jes/Inej, the “jes is the Sun Summoner and kaz hides him via murder and becoming a patron for Sun Summoner pulp erotica” fic)

It's a False Start and Not an Ending (2.4k, M, Gen, the “what is pekka touched kaz in that intimidation scene” fic)

Modern AU

Perhaps the World Will End at the Kitchen Table (13k, E, Kaz/Jes with bg Kaz/Jes/Inej, the “jesper’s dream date with his married boss who’s just using him for sex right? right?” fic)

I will love You at 4:15 p.m. next Tuesday (7.7k, M, Kaz/Jes/Inej with bg polycrows, the “new year’s eve, adhd problems and arson” fic)

Darling, Boss, Baby (2.3k, T, Kaz/Jes with bg polycrows, the “don’t you DARE call me Boss Baby” fic)

We Owe It to Disaster (1.9k, M, Gen, the “spy jes gets tortured and rescued” fic)

This Is the Time of Our Great Undoing (5.7k, T, Gen or Kaz/Jes who knows, the “gimp mask cuddling” fic)

Sweating off the Cheat Notes on My Thighs (10k, E, Kaz/Jes with bg polycrows, the “agender jesper’s gender woes and gender euphoria” fic)

Frosted Tips (4.9k, E, Kaz/Jes, the “lick frosting off the tip of my cock” fic)

Another Dream About Shapeshifting (4.1k, T, Gen, the “jesper dies and then goes on a roadtrip with kaz” fic)

Easy (6.1k, T, Kaz/Jes, the “decades-long besties on a first date” fic)

Other AU

By Your Hand Is the Only End I Foresee (10k, WIP, Kaz/Jes, the “everyone’s a Sith” fic)

Bits and Bobs

Crows Outside Complaining About the Finer Points of Local Politics (snippet collection)

#dimtraces makes things #jesper fahey #kazper #polycrows

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice

Summary: The young force sensitive underling of General Grievous is left lying in the muck when he retreats from Saleucami.

Warnings: Injuries, self harm, mentions of torture, in-world slur (clanker) and cursing (kriff):

Notes: Ok look I know Grievous wouldn’t have an apprentice for many reasons (#1, he’s not a sith) but I don't care.

Part 1.5 and Part 2 here!

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word count: 2,866

General Grievous, you, and the last few droids were waiting for your ship to soar overhead so you could escape. You and your general were equipped with grappling hooks, so getting out should be easy. Sure, you’d lose any foothold you hoped to get on Saleucami, and the miniscule number of droids left, but you’d live to fight another day.

The ship circled around, and your general launched his grappling hook up to the ship. It latched on perfectly, and he was lifted off the ground.

You weren’t so lucky. A blaster bolt had rammed into your shoulder and knocked you into the muck right as you were meant to launch the hook. The pain was so intense, it completely threw off your aim, the hook landed in the mud a few feet away, and you dropped your lightsaber.

Before you could think, a Jedi yanked your arms together and handcuffed you. He pulled you up by your shoulders so you were sitting upright in the muck. You winced at the touch.

“Kix,” The Jedi said, waving over a soldier, “They seem to be injured.” 

“I’ll take a look.” The soldier – presumably named Kix– was crouched down next to you, his helmeted head just a foot away. He was starting to peel back the torn sleeve of your shirt to examine the wound when you headbutted him, jumped to your feet and started to sprint.

The Jedi calmly pushed a button on a remote and a wave of electricity coursed through you, knocking you to the ground.

“I thought they might try to do that.” He said to the soldier beside him.

“Should I sedate them now,” Kix  asked, “Or wait till they headbutt me again?” The Jedi nodded to give permission, and Kix injected something into your neck. The world went fuzzy, then dark as you felt someone pick you up.

You smelled the world before you saw it again. The sterile scent of a medbay flooded your nostrils. Slowly you opened your eyes, and took in your surroundings. Bright lights, white walls, boxes of bacta patches and other medical supplies. 

You were still wearing your CIS robes, minus the saber, outermost cloak, and comms. You assumed the Jedi had taken your lightsaber, but the other two could be anywhere. Destroyed, even. 

Your right arm was in a sling across your chest, while your left was chained to the cot you were lying on.

You started to sit up, then noticed the soldier in the corner of the room. It was the one you’d headbutted earlier. He noticed you were awake, said something into his comm, then crossed the room towards you. He started to help you sit up, but you shoved him off. 

“I’ll do it myself.” You said.

“Okay then,” He shrugged. “General Kenobi will be here in a moment to speak with you. I’m just here to make sure you don’t try anything.”

You seated yourself cross-legged on the cot. The man stood next to you a moment longer, then removed his helmet. He had patterns of lighting on his head and lettering across his temple, but strangest of all, he was made of skin and bone, not metal as you had expected. You stifled your surprise. You’d never seen one of the Jedi’s soldiers without their helmets on.

“You’re a human.” You observed, keeping your voice monotone and uninterested.

“Of course,” said Kix, “What else would I be?”

“The soldiers in my command are droids,” You shrugged, “I assumed the Republic was the same.”

At that moment you sensed people approaching, and you turned just as the door opened to let in General Kenobi accompanied by a Togruta girl and a few clones with orange accents to their armor. Secured to Kenobi’s belt was your saber. Its intricate handle glinted in the lights, and you felt immense anger that Kenobi would have the gall to flaunt it in front of you.

You’d heard quite a bit about Kenobi, and had seen him many times before this, since Grievous was the one training you.

“Here to return my saber?” You asked.

“No,” Kenobi shook his head, “You’re not getting this back anytime soon. We’re here to escort you to your cell, if Kix clears you.” He glanced at the medic.

“They’ll be fine,” He said, “The shot didn’t hit anything important, but it’ll be a while before they can use their arm again.”

“Darn it.” You joked, “How am I gonna escape one-armed?”

“You’re not,” One of the orange-clad clones said, clamping a metal ring around your forearm. “This is a shock ring. If you try to take us out, run, or do anything besides walk to your cell, I will zap you. Additionally, this ship is currently in hyperspace, so unless you plan on breaking into the bridge, you have no chance of getting out of here.”

“Cody,” Kenobi said, “I think they get it. Let’s go.”

A few minutes into the walk, you passed a room full of strange equipment. Weights arranged above beds, probably used to press prisoners for hours on end. Huge racks full of round disks, long metal chords connected to chairs, and many more completely unidentifiable pieces of equipment.

“No matter which one of those horrible machines you use,” You nodded to the room, “I won’t give up information. Grievous trained me well.”

Kenobi looked confused for a second.

“First off,” He said, “That’s a gym. Second, we won’t torture you.”

“Why won’t you?” You asked, like it defied all logic.

“You’re a child.”

“So is she.” You nodded to the Togruta. “If I captured her I’d do whatever it took to get the information I needed.” Her eyes widened slightly, but Kenobi spoke to her.

“It’s okay Ahsoka, they can’t do anything to you. Not right now, at least.”

The rest of the walk was silent. You were finally deposited in your cell, and a ray shield created a wall between you and your captors. They exchanged a few words with each other, and Ahsoka was tasked with keeping an eye on you.

She pulled up a chair to the flickering red barrier between the two of you and sat, twirling the control for your shock bracelet between her fingers. Your robe was tossed in the chair next to her, along with your comms.

“So.” She said after a minute. “What’s it like being evil?”

“How would I know?”

“You’re a Separatist.”

“And…?” You said, “What does that have to do with being evil?”

“Everything. You guys started this whole war!”

“We started to break away because of your government’s favoritism towards Core Worlds, ridiculously high taxes, and maladministration. Since then, we have taken in countless planets that the Republic neglected to even feed.” 

“But you mow down our soldiers like they’re nothing.”

“We’re not the ones who created an army of living beings to fight our battles for us. The Republic did that. We have no choice but to fight back.”

“You literally harness the power of the Dark Side!”

“It’s just an alternate style of force-wielding than the one you’re used to. It allows for more emotion.”

“If it allows so much emotion,” Ahsoka shot back, “Why aren’t you getting angry?”

“It’s not worth it.” You said. “I know I can’t convince you to change, and I’ll be gone soon anyway. On top of that, my General will probably kill you while tearing this ship apart.”

“... What?”

“You heard me right.” A smile spread across your face. “Grievous is on his way.” At that moment the whole ship jostled like it was falling out of hyperspace. An impact rocked the ship, and an alarm started going off. Ahsoka turned and started to run as someone sent orders out over the comms.

“Bye ‘Soka!” You called after her. “I’m sure you’ll put up a good fight.” 

You stayed in your cell, peacefully meditating as alarms blared and people sprinted through the halls. Eventually, blaster fire sounded in the adjacent halls, getting closer and closer. 

Your general turned round the corner, wielding his usual assortment of blades, plus a familiar red one. When he saw you, he slashed the control panel, disabling the rayshield keeping you confined, and tossed you your saber.

“Thank you.” You said, picking up your robe and comms from the chair. “Did you finally kill Kenobi?”

“I would have,” Grievous said angrily, “If I hadn’t had to come and rescue my worthless apprentice.” Taking the hint, you stopped talking and followed him through the halls, over bodies of clones, and to the entrance of his ship.

Once you jumped aboard, the airlock sealed, it detached from the Republic ship, and jumped through hyperspace. Shortly after boarding, Grievous called you to meet with him. 

“General,” You said, entering the room, and immediately kneeling on one leg to show respect. Your eyes stayed locked onto the floor, you didn't dare look up. Your face betrayed no emotion. He let out a long exasperated sigh.

“How could you be so easily captured?” He shook his head. “At least tell me you gained some sort of useful information from this.”

“No, sir. I did not.”

“BAH!” Grievous swung his arm and knocked the contents of his table to the floor. “Of course you didn’t. I should have lowered my expectations…”

“Sir, if I may ask, how did you find me? They disabled my comms.”

“I knew sooner or later you would be captured,” He said, the consonants grating on your ears as they always did. “I implanted a tracker chip in the back of your neck, below the skin.” Your eyes widened at this information, and at the lack of trust Grievous had for you, but you quickly returned your face to neutral.

Another moment passed. Grievous paced back and forth, occasionally muttering to himself about how much of a disappointment you were. 

“Is there a reason you’re still here?” He spat.

“Yes, sir,” You said, “Are you aware that the soldiers the Republic sends out to fight us are not droids, but rather living beings?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Yelled Grievous, “Of course I am! I have killed countless clones, how would I not know they were humans?” Suddenly he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Learning this did not sway your loyalty, did it?”

“No, General.”

“Good,” He hissed. “Now get out of here.”

On the battlefield, you and Ahsoka crossed paths more and more often. Once, you got into a one-on-one battle, and you were mopping the floor with her, until her master Anakin jumped in at the last second. He fought with a rage you’d only ever seen from Grievous and Dooku before. 

It shook you deeply to see a Jedi lose his cool this much, but you appreciated his loyalty and protection over his padawan. Grievous, in contrast, never wanted an apprentice, and he made that clear to you. He often remarked that you were more stupid than a battle droid.

Really, he never should have had an apprentice. Not only did his personality conflict with the responsibility, he wasn’t even force-sensitive! Your force training consisted of teaching yourself from the texts and scrolls that he simply passed along to you. You were fairly sure he didn’t even read them, and Dooku just gave them to him.

Your lightsaber training was unorthodox as well, as it consisted of you independently studying even more writings on the forms, and a lot of sparring with Grievous. Even when you improved, he seemed keen to remind you he was leagues better with the blade, never letting you get the upper hand when you sparred.

Despite all of this, you were insanely lucky that Grievous was tasked with training you, instead of one of the Sith. Unlike them, he couldn’t read your mind, and see the secret doubts that festered there. 

Many small things about the CIS stuck out to you, especially after your brief abduction. The way Grievous spoke down to you, the hostility that everyone–including you–exuded, the small manipulations to get your way, how you never felt safe, and countless other negative aspects. Of course, the Republic was still the enemy. They’d left planets to die, and unfairly taxed and manipulated its members. 

They are the evil ones. Not the CIS, not you. Them, The Republic.

But sometimes, when you’re alone, trying to sleep and failing, you wonder if that’s the truth, or just what you tell yourself.

As you stalked the halls, flanked by a handful of idiotic droids, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the pictures carved in the stone walls. Vines hung down many of them, and moss crawled up others, and still the stories they told were nearly mesmerizing. 

A sudden clank pulled you back to the present. You rolled your eyes, another battle droid slipped on the wet moss.

“I told you to be careful, E-12.” You said while pulling E-12 back up to its feet using the force. 

“Waaoh!” E-12 said. Its actual designation was E4-312, but you’d shortened it for efficiency’s sake. It then lost its footing again, and slammed into the droid in front of it.

“Hey! Watch it.” The droid shrieked.

“Stupid kriffing clankers.” You muttered, cracking a small smile, and continued on your way. If slapstick humor was more your style, you might have enjoyed working with these droids. You turned your attention back to your mission, securing the half- destroyed temple. 

Grievous told you that an ancient relic was stored there, and the Jedi Council had a special interest in it. It was your job to stop them from retrieving it, even if that meant bringing what remained of the temple crashing down around you. 

You rounded a seemingly quiet corner, only to come face to face with Ahsoka and a slew of clones. 

You knew you and Grevious combined had more than enough droids to outnumber them. You ducked behind a portion of crumbled wall as the clones and droids started exchanging blaster bolts, and hailed your general.

“General?” You said into your comm, “They’re in the South Wing.”

“--Will — – – -soon — busy.” You heard, just barely able to make out those few words over the sound of blasters firing on your end and his. Sighing, you stood up, spinning your crimson blade in front of you to act as a shield. Ahsoka mirroried you, and she too stood, resulting in a temporary ceasefire where even lightsabers turned off. 

Silence fell, the two of you simply stared at each other, standing mere feet apart. Dust swirled in the air, catching the light coming from the exit far to your right. Your eyes landed on a package on Ahsoka’s back.

“Tano,” You began, “Just give me the artifact. It’ll be easier this way.”

“Over my dead body.” She replied.

“I don’t want to do this.” You ignited your blade, internally screaming at yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka’s sabers light up, “I won’t make it easy.” 

A flash of red flew through the air, and half the combatants dropped to the ground in pieces. Your lightsaber returned to your hand, held in front of you, and yet the clones remained untouched. A pile of wires and metal lay where your droids had stood one moment before. One single bolt rolled to a stop by Ahsoka.

“What?” She asked.

“Go.” You replied.

“Why are you-”

“Just go!” You raised your saber and pointed towards the door, “Don’t let me change my mind.”

Ahsoka signaled to her men, who started streaming through the exit. She lingered behind, casting one final look to you. It was full of confusion and fear, but for once the fear wasn’t at you, it was for you.

“What are you gonna tell Grievous?”

“Let me worry about that.” You said, staring at the blade in your hand. Ahsoka nodded, and darted after the clones. You let their footsteps fade, steeling yourself for what was to come. 

Your comm chirped, and one of your general’s droids informed you that they were only moments away.

“Now or never.” You sighed to yourself. With a steading breath, you pressed your lightsaber into your side. The pain was sharp and burned like fire as you fell to your knees. You only pressed for a split second, then pulled it away with a pained gasp. 

Then you held it close to your upper arm, trying to ignore the pain from your side. In one quick motion, you slashed across your arm. With the last bit of strength, you turned off your lightsaber and chucked it across the room, then curled up on the floor, a pool of blood slowly forming around you.

Mere seconds later, you hear the clattering of Grievous and his reinforcements. 

“Where are they?” He immediately asked.

“They…” You said between gasps of pain, “They got… away.”

“I thought I trained you better than this.” He shook his head, then ordered his droids after them, then turned back to you. “Next time do not let them make a mockery of you. Who was it?”

“Ahsoka.” You choked out.

“Her again?” He asked, “It seems you have a nemesis.”

“Yeah… something like that.”

Part 1.5 here!

Part 2 here!

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[rowansparrow]

The Light Between Oceans: Chapter Six

**This series is rated 18+, Minors do NOT interact or you will be blocked**

Summary: Ju’Lah begins to navigate her complex relationship with Maul. Meanwhile, Fives concocts a plan to rescue her. 

Chapter Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of character death, grief, some descriptions of injury. 

Ships: Rex x Female!Reader, Fives x Male!OC, Fives x Female!OC

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Fives and Ju’Lah are the stars of this chapter, sorry Rex/Reader stans. They’ll be back next week! 

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She sat in the co-pilot’s seat, her hands folded on her lap in front of her. She eyed her lightsaber, attached to the man’s waist. If she was quick about it, she could summon it to her grip, ignite it, and impale him against the pilot’s seat before they were even out of hyperspace.

Of course, there was the risk that he’d draw his own blade quickly, and block her attack. But she was small. She was quick. She could get around him, get behind him, she could -.

“You could at least pretend like you aren’t plotting to kill me.”

Ju’Lah jumped, whipping her head around to face him. “I wasn’t.”

“You’re a poor liar, child.”

“I gave you my word that I’d come with you willingly.” Ju’Lah answered, keeping her voice calm. “I have no intention of escaping.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt you’ll try.” Maul hummed. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”

Ju’Lah bared her teeth at Maul in response. “What’s the matter? Scared of a little girl?”

“Don’t try it.” Maul warned, rolling his wrist lazily and pushing Ju’Lah back against her seat with the Force, choking her delicately. “I can just as easily turn this ship around and finish off the last of your little friends. It is by my mercy that they still draw breath.”

He released her, and Ju’Lah gasped, catching her breath again and pinning her ears back against her skull, snarling at Maul. “I will never stop fighting you.” She snapped. “You won’t break me.”

“I have no intention of doing so.” Maul responded, returning his hands to the center console. “Why break what has already been broken?”

Ju’Lah growled. “What do you want to do with me?”

“Train you. I’ve expressed this already.”

“Why’d you kidnap me?”

“I didn’t. You came willingly.”

“Because I had no other choice!” Ju’Lah shouted. “You were killing my family!”

He sighed heavily, tilting his head towards her. “You gravely misunderstand my intentions, child. We have a common enemy. I do not wish to harm you, or your friends. My only desire is to train you. Our combined strength will defeat the Sith, once and for all.”

“I don’t care about the Sith.” Ju’Lah bit back. “Who are they to me? It’s the Imperials who have been hunting me and my family.”

“You naïve little girl,” Maul hissed. “The Sith have their hand in everything. It is them who orchestrated this plot from the very beginning. Destroying the Sith is the only way to unravel the web of deception and destruction that has permeated the galaxy for years.”

He leaned back again. “I meant what I said. No harm will come to you, or to the ones you love. I am here to help you.”

“Help me?” Ju’Lah echoed. “You tried to kill my father!”

“Then he should have stayed out of my way!” Maul roared, the entire ship rocking as he spun on Ju’Lah. She shrunk back, startled, but flashed her teeth anyway as she bristled.

Maul turned his head back towards the viewport. “Secure yourself, we will be landing shortly.”

“Fuck you.”

Maul chuckled. “I was like you, once. You’re filled with anger, girl. I will teach you how to use it.”

“I don’t need your help!” Ju’Lah shouted back. “I don’t need anything from you!”

“You do.” Maul replied calmly. “There is much I can teach you.” He turned fully to face her again, reaching out with one hand and tilting her chin up. “Your father won’t always be there to protect you, little one. The next time a monster like me raids your village and slaughters your people, wouldn’t you like to kill him first?”

Ju’Lah jerked her chin away.

“My brother cut down every man, woman, and child in your village on Gyatta.” Maul replied. “But I showed the people of Dantooine mercy. Remember that.”

“I don’t owe you anything.” Ju’Lah said, holding her head high.

Maul didn’t answer, instead landing the shuttle. “We’ve arrived.”

Ju’Lah risked a glance away from him to instead look out the window. It was dark, and yet the entire planet was drenched in a blood-red light, as though the planet itself had been gutted open.

“Where are we?”

“My home world.” Maul answered calmly. “I have prepared a place for us. Come.” He offered his hand to her, and Ju’Lah glared at him until he dropped it. “Very well. Follow me.”

Ju’Lah reluctantly exited the ship, trailing behind Maul as he led her to a small mountain, with a cave carved out of the base.

“This used to be the home of the Nightsisters.” Maul told her. “Though they were eradicated during the age of the Clone War.”

None of this meant anything to Ju’Lah, but she could sense the spirits lingering throughout the planet. She walked on hallowed ground, her fur standing upright in fear as she walked. Unconsciously, she drifted closer to Maul, staying close.

Maul led her into the cave, guiding her down stone steps into what looked to be a ritual chamber. A large stone slab sat in the center of the room, with several pillars around it. Green flame flickered in each of the pillars. Maul paid the room no mind, passing through it and instead leading Ju’Lah through a doorway and down winding catacombs.

Behind him, Ju’Lah counted her steps, trying to memorize each turn they took. Left. Right. Right. Left again. Straight. Left. Straight. Straight. Right.

“Here is your room.” Maul said, stopping in front of a sealed door. “I am across the hall.”

“You’re letting me have a room?” Ju’Lah asked, surprised.

“Did you expect I’d seal you away in the dungeons?”

“Kind of.” Ju’Lah mumbled, pushing the door open. The room looked ordinary, with a bed and a set of drawers, though there was a large tree painted onto the wall. For a moment, it reminded Ju’Lah of the canopies on Gyatta.

“Did you paint that?” She asked Maul.

“You are my apprentice. Not my prisoner.” Maul answered calmly. “I will prepare us a meal.”

“Why? So you can poison me with it?” Ju’Lah spat back.

“What advantage would killing you give me?” Maul sighed. “I suggest you rest. I will fetch you when it is time to eat. Then, we will meditate.”

Ju’Lah frowned, watching as the Zabrak slipped away, walking calmly down the hall with his hands folded behind his back.

She slammed the door shut, immediately scrambling around the room and looking for any alternative escape route. There were no vents, no ducts or tunnels for her to weasel through. The only way in or out of her room was through the main door.

“Shit.” She whispered, sinking down to the floor. She scrabbled around in the nightstand instead, finding sheets of what at first appeared to be flimsi, but then she realized they were finely cut animal hides, and a piece of charcoal. She grunted in disgust, but it was better than nothing. Quickly, she jotted down what she could remember about the way out of the catacombs, and shoved the animal hide under her mattress for safekeeping.

When she finished, she settled herself on the floor, taking a slow breath.

“All-Mother, hear me.” She whispered aloud. “Spirits of my ancestors, guide me.”

She closed her eyes, reaching out through the Force, trying to sense Gol’Chek.

Gol’Chek. Her buir. She’d watched Maul cut off his legs, throw him aside as though he were little more than a paper doll.

She flinched at the memory, instead refocusing on something else.

“Ad’ika.”

Ju’Lah smiled, hearing Gol’Chek’s voice again in her head. She knew this memory. She liked this memory.

“It… it means little one. Or sometimes child, depending on the context.” He said. “So, when combined with a name, it’s a term of endearment. So Lah’ika is… Little Ju’Lah.” He mumbled.

“I like it.” Ju’Lah whispered aloud, remembering her own words. “So, what would they call you, then, in your mother tongue?”

“Vod.” He answered immediately. “It’s what we called one another, my people.”

“What’s it mean?” Ju’Lah breathed.

“Ju’Lah.”

She gasped, her eyes opening abruptly. That wasn’t part of the memory. He hadn’t said her name. Someone was calling out to her.

Her heart began to race, and she closed her eyes, refocusing.

 “Brother. It means brother.”

“And what do the little ones call the older ones, then?” She asked, her heart pounding in her chest. Say my name again.

“You would be my buirkan.” Gol’Chek replied. “My responsibility.” Then, after a moment’s pause: “You are my buirkan, Lah’ika.”

“I like your language.” Ju’Lah replied hurriedly, raising her voice slightly. “Will you teach me more of it?”

“If I can remember it, yes.”

Ju’Lah grit her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut in focus. She was so close. She could feel someone else, someone watching her.

“JU’LAH!”

Ju’Lah gasped, her eyes flying open, and he was there.

“Buir?”

It was only for a moment, a brief moment where father and daughter could see one another, could hear one another.

“Ju’Lah -.”

Maul opened the door.

~

Fives stomped down the hallway, trying to backtrack to the ships. He got turned around in the winding tunnels of the mines and cursed under his breath.

His cheek was still sore from where Athena had struck him, and in truth, Fives couldn’t say he didn’t have it coming. He rubbed at the flesh for a moment, scoffing under his breath and shaking the feelings off. 

She’s trying to help you. She’s trying to be there for you. 

Fives rubbed the back of his neck, slowing down and glancing over his shoulder. Maybe he should apologize. 

“No.” He said aloud, shaking his head and storming back towards the ships. I don’t want your pity.

“You there!”

I know, I know!” Fives waved his hands in the air, not turning around to face the Mandalorian and instead continuing to walk down the long hallway. “I know I’m probably not supposed to be here, I’m just trying to get back to my ship.”

“Fives,” The Mandalorian called again, running in front of him and stopping him in his tracks. “That’s you, isn’t it? Are you the one they call Fives?” The Mandalorian sounded very young, and very out of breath.

“I am.” Fives began cautiously. “What’re you -.”

“It’s urgent. The warrior, the one without his legs, he’s asking for you. He’s refusing to speak to anyone but you.” The Mandalorian couldn’t be much older than a teenager. “Please, the medics asked me to find you. He won’t calm down. He says it’s about someone named Ju’Lah.”

“Take me to him.” Fives said at once.

He followed the boy down the hallway, winding through the maze of mine tunnels until they reached the medical bay. Fives was led in quickly, and as soon as the doors opened, he could hear Gol’Chek shouting.

“No! NO! Get off me!”

“Easy, hey! Hey, I’m here, I’m right here!” Fives called, pushing past the Mandalorian trying to sedate Gol’Chek and grabbing his hands instead, trying to calm him down. “Gol, it’s me, I’m here. I’m right here.”

“Fives.” Gol’Chek was drenched in sweat, his eyes wide and wild. “I saw her.”

“Who? Ju’Lah?”

“Yes. Yes, I saw her.” He swallowed roughly. “She’s – she’s in a room. A room with a tree in it. It was just for a moment, then he came back in and we got cut off, but – she’s alive, Fives, I saw her.”

“Where?” Fives asked. “How?”

“We have a bond.” Gol’Chek explained. “Through our Attunement, or the Force, whatever the kriff you want to call it.” He grabbed Fives’ arm tightly. “I saw her.”

“Where?” Fives asked again. “How do we find her?”

“I – I don’t know. I just saw the room she was in, I didn’t see much.” Gol’Chek said. “I can try again, but I – I can’t focus for long. I need my legs fixed.” He continued, his nails digging into Fives’ arm. “I need you to be my legs.”

“What?” Fives drew back slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t walk.” Gol’Chek said. “I can’t do anything until I can get prosthetics, and gods know how long it’ll take me to relearn how to walk with them.” He groaned quietly, leaning back and reaching for his legs, flexing his fingers as though he were scratching an itch. “Ju’Lah… she doesn’t have time to wait for me to get back on my feet. You have to go after her for me.”

He looked up at Fives, his eyes shining. “Please. I know you love her as much as I do. You have to go after her. You have to find her. She needs us, and I can’t save her. You can.”

“I – No, no I can’t.” Fives deflated, shaking his head. “Gol’Chek, I couldn’t protect her. I can’t protect anybody. Everyone I touch, everyone I love, they always – they die. I can’t be the one to lose her.”

“There isn’t anyone else.” Gol’Chek begged. “I don’t have legs, Rex has a baby to worry about, Athena’s got Kiran, and Quill -.” Gol’Chek grabbed him again. “You can take Quill with you. The two of you can go together. He’ll help you, it doesn’t have to be just you. You can even take my ship.”

He doesn’t know. “Quill’s dead.”

It was the first time Fives had said the words aloud, and he felt his stomach sink. His throat burned, and he swallowed roughly, repeating himself with some finality. “Quill’s dead.” 

Gol’Chek paused, finally releasing Fives and slumping back against the cot. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Fives shook his head, balling his hands into fists. “I can’t do this, Gol’Chek.” He said softly. “I can’t.”

“I… I understand.” Gol’Chek said quietly. He sounded so defeated, laying back against the cot. “The healers, they were talking about prosthetics. They don’t have much in the way of supplies, but Tech and Echo were in here earlier. They think… they think they can build me legs.” He whispered. “And once I have legs, I can find her. I’ll find her.”

Something clicked in Fives’ mind.

Gol’Chek reached out to Fives, finding his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’m sorry about Quill.”

Fives was barely listening, distracted by his own thoughts. “Someone has to know where Maul is.”

“We’ll find them.” Gol’Chek whimpered, hissing between his teeth as the phantom pain in his legs increased. “Kriff, damn, fuck it all, I need legs! I can’t go after her without legs!”

“Easy, Gol’Chek, take it easy.” Fives soothed. “Listen, I think I have an idea, but you’ve got to trust me.”

Gol’Chek looked up at him, his eyes glassy and unfocused, but he nodded. “Are you going after Ju’Lah?”

“Yes.” Fives promised. “Yes. If my hunch is right, I think I know somebody who knows where Maul is.”

Fives eased Gol’Chek back against the cot. “You rest for now. Focus on getting better as quickly as you can. I’ll find her.” He squeezed Gol’Chek’s shoulders. “I swear on my life, I’ll find her. And once I do, I’ll need your help to go get her. So get better.”

Gol’Chek nodded, determined, and Fives turned quickly, racing out of the room and back down the hallway.

~

“Mama, why is Fives mad?”

“He isn’t mad, sweetheart.” Athena soothed, stroking her hand through Kiran’s hair. “He’s just… he’s very, very sad, and sometimes when someone is really sad, it comes out as mad.”

“Is he sad ‘cos of Quill?”

“Yeah, baby.” Athena murmured. “I think we’re all sad because of Quill.” She brushed some hair from his eyes. “How are you, Kiran? How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.” Kiran mumbled, looking down at his hands. “I miss home.”

“I know. So do I.” Athena smiled, tilting his chin up. “Remember when you were little, and I came and got you for the very first time?” She prompted gently. “We rode on that big ship together with Quill while we looked for someplace to make a home?”

“Yeah.” Kiran sniffed, nodding. “I ‘member.”

“That was back before we’d gotten your legs fixed, so you couldn’t walk very well on the temporary legs you had.” Athena explained. “You’d trip constantly, so Quill would just carry you around with him in his arms all day long.”

“He’d show me the ship.”

“That’s right.” Athena confirmed. “He’d show you all around the ship, he’d let you sit in his lap while he did repairs, he let you press the buttons on the control panel when we were in hyperspace…” She trailed off, feeling the tears welling up behind her eyes. “Quill loved you very much, Kiran.”

“I know.” Kiran said. “I love him, too.” He wrapped his arms tightly around Athena’s neck, hugging her close. “And I love you.”

Athena smiled, sniffling and hugging him back.

The door to their room flew open, and both of them jumped, Kiran instinctively crying out and clinging to Athena.

Fives was breathless, clearly having ran the whole way there.

“I thought you were sleeping on the ship?” Athena bit out, holding Kiran a little closer. Fives ignored her, shutting the door tightly and coming to sit on the edge of the bed across from her.

“What do you want?” Athena demanded.

Fives swallowed, pitching his voice low.

“I need you to contact Ahsoka Tano.”

~

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Rescue in Ryloth (complete, 670 words)

Teen | tw violence| one-shot | fix-it

The rescue of the Syndullas in Ryloth goes differently than it was planned

Rough Awakening (WIP, 9365 words of ?) ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw violence | 4 of ? Chapters | emotional hurt/comfort, whump, angst.

The Batch finally rips Crosshair away from the Empire’s clutches, but things don’t go so smoothly once he’s de-chipped.

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

Tomorrow Is a Good Day for Someone Else to Die (complete, 1152 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 3]

Teen | tw referenced violence | one-shot | whump, bullying, minor injuries, blood

The life of Crosshair and Tech in Kamino as cadets has never been easy.

Seeing Red (complete, 1097 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 6]

Teen | tw canon typical violence | One-shot | whump, serious injuries, blood, pre canon

The Bad Batch goes on their first mission to the battlefront. Things take a sudden turn south.

We Don't Leave Our Own Behind (complete, 1469 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 8, 9 & 11]

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, dehydration, abandonment, season 1 finale fix-it

Hunter respects Crosshair's choice not to join the batch again, even if it's a karking ass-stupid decision. And yet, love, loyalty, and a tad of guilt —okay, okay… a lot of guilt— don't let him make the same mistake he did before, abandoning his brother.

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Or the one where the batch goes back for Crosshair after leaving him stranded on the landing platform in Kamino.

Claiming the Soldier (complete, 919 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 4]

Explicit [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT] | Tw sexual content | one-shot | smut, BDSM, femdom, male sub, x reader

You and Wrecker hit a life-changing milestone in your relationship.

More to come

On An Adventure (complete, 713 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 2]

General | no warning | one-shot | Fluff

On a rare stormless night, 99 and Omega go for a little adventure.

3 Long Days (complete, 1573 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Days 10 & 15]

Teen | no warnings | one-shot | whump, anaphylaxis, delirium

When Ahsoka falls ill, Anakin doesn't leave her side.

You're Still There, I know (complete, 2101 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 25] ~~ Playlist

Teen | tw at your discretion | one-shot | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, canon divergence

Riyo feels like she lost the man she loves. If only Fox would talk to her and explain why.

How to Save a Life (wip, 4027 words of ?) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 2,3, 16 & 31 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Mind Control"]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 2 of 3 chapters | whump, angst, post order 66, mind control, post order 66, canon divergence, canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, sequel to You're still there, I know.

No matter how much he screams internally or how many times Fox tries to kill Palpatine, or how many times he blames himself for not realizing the enemy was under his nose all this time, nothing changes. His body remains out of his control, only moving when Palpatine finally dismissed him from the office. He walks out like the automaton he has become, his mindless body following the orders of the Sith Lord.

Riyo will die at his hand, and there’s nothing Fox can do to stop it.

Something In the Dark (complete, 2569 words) [Foxiyo Week 2022 - Day 1 + Whumptober 2022 - Day 10 (Alt prompt)]

Teen | no warning | one-shot | Implied Torture, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, mutual pining

Senator Riyo Chuchi and Commander Fox have an unexpected encounter in the darkness.

High Above the Ground (complete, 1513 words) [Foxiyo week 2022 - Day 3]

Mature | tw mild sexual content | one-shot | smut, fluff, domesticity, no order 66, slice of life

Fox's very good, even if a little frustrating, start of a day.

More to come

Kadala (complete, 1197 words)

General | no warnings | one-shot | hurt/comfort, fluff

Mando returns to the Razor Crest after finishing a job and gets help from the little guy.

Drifting (complete, 359 words)

General | no warning | one-shot | angst

Din has seen death up close more times he can count and escaped it just as many. This time, he might not.

Sandawuni Va Umtidagir (WIP, 1524 words of ?)

Teen | tw violence | 2 of ? Chapters | canon-compliant, missing scenes, headcanons

The life of Din Djarin, beroya of the Mandalorian covert in Nevarro, turns upside down the moment he accepts the commission from the client. The quarry he’s after is like any other he has hunted before. He doesn’t expect to form a bond for a lifetime, nor the things he’s willing to do to protect the foundling.

Ramaanla (1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Days 4, 17 (alt prompt) & 19 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Hiding an Injury"]

General | TW mention of blood | one-shot | Whump, knees buckling, stabbing, hiding an injury, Mand’alor the reluctant

The duty of the Mand'alor is to look out for all Mandalorians. Sometimes, however, Din Djarin forgets to take care of one in specific: himself.

Magical Exhaustion (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 27]

Note to Self: Don't Get Kidnapped (gifset) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 30]

More to come

Help, I'm Alive (WIP, 2101 words of ?) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 14 & 31]

Teen | tw at your discretion | 1 of 2 chapters | whump, trapped beneath debris, serious injuries, disaster zone

Ezra had imagined many times that he’d die in the heat of a battle against the Empire; he’s had several close calls already. But in his wildest dreams, he never foresaw that his death would come when a temple fell on top of him.

Road to Lira San [Series] (wip, 12,577 words of ?)

PARTS: One ~ Two ~ Three

Teen | warning; violence | 3 of ? works | angst, fluff, canon-compliant, whuump

Agent Kallus never imagined that the day he gets stranded on the Genosian moon, Bahryn, with the rebel Captain Garazeb Orrelios is the day he starts a journey to redemption. The path is not easy, full of risks, but it might be worth it when happiness such as Alexsandr has never known is waiting for him at the end.

An Explosive Situation (complete, 1897 words) [SW X-tober Extravaganza ~ Day 1]

Teen | tw canon-typical violence | one-shot | whump, hurt Alexsandr Kallus

After a solo mission to the planet Dela goes south, Kallus finds himself in a tight spot. The Spectres go to his rescue, but the actual saving turns out more complicated than expected.

Deconstructed Reality  (wip, 2.946 of ?) [Kalluzeb Minibang 2022] ~~ playlist

Teen | tw referenced torture and genocide, mind control, PTSD | 2 of 4 chapters | canon divergence, Bahryn with a different ending

What if Alexsandr Kallus has been a rebel all along, even if he doesn’t remember?

Running Out of Air (Complete, 1442 words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 5 + Bad Things Happen Bingo "Clawing at Own Throat"]

Teen | TW Violence | One-shot | Whump, strangulation, force choking, implied beheading, implied massacre, nightmares

Kallus faces his worst nightmare yet.

The Tables Are Turned (3.1k words) [Whumptober 2022 - Day 25]

Mature | TW Implied sexual content | one-shot | mention of BDSM, whumpers are the good guys and the bad guys are the whumpees, role reversal, psychological torture, interrogation

Captain Rhamis of the Imperial Army takes the night off to indulge in his vices. Little does he know that his evening will go very differently than he expects. Instead of satiating his base urges, he falls into a trap, where former ISB Agent Alexsandr Kallus and Rebel Garazeb Orrelios force information out of him.

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𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍- Prologue

pairing: Cassian Andor × OC, Master!Darth Vader× Apprentice!reader, slightly Obi Wan Kenobi × reader (platonic)

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"It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

The words were merely a whisper, soundless awe of the horrifically beatific sight before her. The melodic whistling and singing of the gushing wind are deemed similar to the hymns sung and shared when bidding farewell, a final goodbye to the one bounded by a cold casket. And the woman took it nothing but as an act of pure mockery. An ultimate laugh from the makers above for the situation that was Scariff. The sentiments brooded until a familiar voice softened out, causing her to only turn. 

"It sure is." Glimmering he kept his eyes trained on her, like how he had for the past few hours and the past many lifetimes, and how he would for many more even if it means that it would all end in a destined downfall like this. He kept his eyes trained on her, with its edges softened with the utmost adoration and love that no one could have for anyone except him for her. 

Leisurely he placed his soot-covered hand atop her very own, which had pressed itself stoically upon the beachy sand. The woman wanted to laugh at the irony, the one who had created her and made her what she was today, was now going to be the one who would take it away from her. The dawn was only getting brighter, and brighter with each passing second.  

But what was this dawn if not a harbinger of an eternal light that would connect paradises, but she knew. She always knew that the path to paradise always begins in hell. And Dawn's hell for her upcoming paradise began a decade back or so. 

"Let go Dawn!" the Jedi's desperate calls echoed through the crumbling and smoky opening of the Cavern. But all the teen could see was a dusty and distant silhouette of the sizzling lightsaber, and the equally distant tensed stature of her friends, the Jedi, and the kid. 

She could hear the cluttering and heaving of her breath throughout her ears' entirety. It all seemed so distant. Seemed so distant. The audio of her breath cascaded with that of a now forming shrilled ringing, which only tunneled all sorts of auditory senses furthermore. The Jedi and her friend had kept calling, yelling for her, but she couldn't move, the bend of her covered knees had glued itself to the debauched mixture of plasma and sand that covered most of the hardened floor, and her heart was pounding with a rhythmic beat, which seemed eerily similar to the rhythmic and rather mechanical hisses which breath from the Sith's mask.

Fury had engulfed him whole. Not only did they underestimate his former master, but they had also left him with a lightsaber and now he was gone. His cloak swished with the vigor of his metallic steps and in no time, he force opened the exit, which caused a domino effect on the next one too. 

Pure wrath flooded the flowing blood and mechanic bolts of the sith lord, as without wasting any time he forwarded his hand to the flying cruiser, and without wasting any more further time the transport froze haltingly in the muck-tainted atmosphere. 

Continuing his rhythmic mechanical hisses, once what was the living being of Anakin Skywalker, forwarded a leg to regain more power and at the same time, get a more grounded stance on the cracked ground. 

The cruiser was almost down, succumbing to its merciless controller until it wasn't. 

There was a change of force. 

There faltered a dramatic stop in Vader's breath. He could feel an equivalent powerful life force nearby, only it was that of pure light, the one that contradicted his to a high extent, but the force and strength were equivalent to his nonetheless. Utterly stunned, the dark lord turned his head behind him. 

Only for it to fall upon a kid, a mere teenager with a beskar-kyber blended necklet. A mere teenager whose wild brown mane flew outwards due to the sheer pressure the freighter was blowing. A mere teenager with ominous pair of brown eyes, who had her hand extended towards the ship, trying to bring it down. 

She let out a loudened shriek, the pitch and pure rawness of her tone could shatter any glasses nearby. 

He almost let go, wanting to know to what extent the kid's power might go, but at the same time he wanted the head of Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Keeping his amused gaze trained on the girl, with a simple falling of his hand, the freighter thudded down to the ground, and the kid remained unfazed, stoic, and even a little bit threatening. 

Vader didn't care how the transport he just brought down was a decoy, or the fact that the actual, passenger-filled ship was now fleeing through the bay doors, his attention and pure amusement being towards the teen. 

"Lord Vader." One of the generals rushed, his hand clutching his shoulder, three to four stormtroopers on either of his sides. Having caught and noticed that the force-sensitive child they had picked up from Lahmu was force-sensitive, the general didn't waste his time in signaling his troopers to kill the said child. 

Whatever confidence or fury Dawn had soon started dying down when she saw the numerous blasters being pointed in her direction. Unknitting the angered crease of her eyebrows, Dawn faltered a step back. The contorted features of her face smoothening to that of a fearful worried one. All the breath from her lungs seemed to be punched out as she soon became a panting mess, each ounce of air that she took in felt far too precious seeing that she was facing her inevitable death, at the hands of the Empire, because she showed off the one thing her father had begged her to never show anyone, an Imp nonetheless. 

Accepting the dreary fate of death that now felt carved in her life, Dawn closed her eyes, bending her head down to not see what they were to do with her.

A blaster went off. 

But as if on cue, at the same time, there sizzled the commotion of a lightsaber igniting. And the red hues of the blaster shot soon were blocked by the equally reddened laser of the kyber.

With furrowed brows, Dawn squint her eyes open, only for them to catch the view of the sith-lord right in front of her, with his back faced to her, as he deflected and reflected all the shots, protecting her nonetheless. 

Still bearing a protective stance, Darth Vader turned to Dawn—who was currently fearfully glancing at the troopers who were now writhing on the ground. 

Taking a few necessary steps towards the child, he forwarded a hand, "Come with me, more will be here soon." 

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Drinking on Coruscant

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3663

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Obi-Wan is fine. Mace is dubious. Qui-Gon is dead.

It’s hard, and Mace definitely isn’t qualified, but he is checking in on Obi-Wan.

Despite all available evidence to the contrary, Obi-Wan Kenobi would like to argue that he was, at this particular moment, completely fine.

Absolutely fine.

Brilliant, actually.  Perfect.  Perfectly perfect.

And also drunk.  Perfectly drunk.

So kriffing drunk.

He huffed at himself.  He was more than drunk.  He was a knight.  A Jedi Knight.  The thing he’d wanted to be since he was three years old and first learned what a Jedi Knight was.

And he had his nice jeans on.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans.

That, he decided, chewing contemplatively on his straw, is not a bad thing to be.

Maybe he was just a little tired, but that was fine too, because he had a Padawan now and he was fairly sure exhaustion just came with the territory.  Anakin Skywalker, Hero of Naboo, former slave and current Chosen One.

Alleged Chosen One, anyway.

A wonderful mechanic for certain, a terrifying pilot, and a reluctant reader, even in Huttese.  Obi-Wan hadn’t even started teaching him to swim, yet, more focussed on getting him to wash without panicking about the waste of water.

It was a work-in-progress.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan.

A very adorable Padawan, actually.  Anakin’s first padawan-cut had gone slightly awry and Obi-Wan was nervous of trying again.  In the meantime, his growing hair had gone soft and feathery - like a duckling, Obi-Wan thought but wouldn’t say - and Anakin, who’d spent nine years full of sand, would spend a long time running his fingers through it, wide-eyed and silent.

Obi-Wan had never got on particularly well with children before.  He largely found them confusing, overly enthusiastic and easily upset.  Given his existing problems with the general populace, he most often opted to ignore them.

Anakin was the exception.  Anakin was his Padawan, and that made him acceptable.

Today, Anakin the Acceptable was spending the night with Quinlan and Aayla because Quinlan hadn’t wanted to come out with him.

For reasons.

So Obi-Wan was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan, who may or may not be in a fight with his boyfriend.

And also his Master was dead.

That was the biggy.

But even though Qui-Gon was dead (very dead, in fact, with a lightsaber in his stomach that haunted his nightmares), and even though he was half-convinced Anakin wished it was him who’d died that day, and even though he wasn’t always one-hundred-per-cent convinced that it wouldn’t have been better off that way, he was coping.

It was easy to tell he was coping because he had a rainbow-coloured drink and a purple curly straw.  Those were fun things.  Fun things for coping people.  People who were coping.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan, a dead Master, a rainbow drink, a curly straw, and a boyfriend who didn’t want to go out with him.

And he was fine.

***

Knight Kenobi was absolutely not fine.

Mace had been meaning to check up on him for a while.  Losing a Master was always hard.  Being knighted immediately after was worse.

Taking a Padawan on top of all that was essentially unprecedented, never mind a Padawan so old, and Mace didn’t consider it particularly paranoid to suppose Kenobi might burn himself out with it all.  Jinn had mentioned more than once that the boy was allergic to taking a break - Mace had no desire to meet the consequences.

Council business, however, was all-consuming at a good time and, given the re-emergence of the Sith after a thousand years of peace (a Sith dispatched by Kenobi, because of course it was, the hypercompetent, danger-magnet bastard that he was), it was not a good time.  Before he knew it, days had turned to weeks, weeks to months, and he still hadn’t checked on Kenobi.

Others had, of course.  Kenobi’s friends, who were likely more welcome and more helpful than Mace.

Even so, he wanted to see him with his own eyes.

For Jinn’s sake, if no one else’s.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, why he’d picked tonight.  There was nothing special about it, no difficult anniversary looming on the horizon, no bad news creeping from the shadows.  An ordinary night by all accounts.  

(He ignored, determinedly, that for the moment there was no such thing as an ordinary night.  Every night was an anniversary.  Six months ago today, Jinn had a blazing row with Master Yoda in front of the whole Council.  Seven years ago next week, Jinn had burst into Mace’s rooms to complain that Kenobi would one day be a better man - a better Jedi - than Jinn would ever be, but that the boy would never believe it.  All nights could be marked like this.)

He felt the Force as clearly as if it was tugging on his elbows, urging him forwards towards Kenobi’s rooms.

Kenobi’s empty rooms, as it turned out.

With narrowed eyes he’d pivoted, making his way instead to the rooms of one Quinlan Vos.  It went against his personal policy of not acknowledging Vos and Kenobi’s… active relationship outside of Jinn’s vent sessions (and what a sting, to realise such a thing no longer existed), despite nearly the whole Temple knowing by now, but the Force had escalated from shoving elbows to prodding at his tender temples, and he was loathe to leave it dissatisfied.

Vos opened the door immediately, before he had time to take his hand from the doorbell.  Something prickled on the back of Mace’s neck.

“Is Obi-Wan alright?”  Vos’ voice was pitched low, hardly audible over the giggles of two Padawans from somewhere within, but it did little to hide his anxieties.

“Why do you ask?”

“Why else would you be here?”  It took a moment, but Vos relented.  “He’s not here.  He’s gone out.  I haven’t heard from him since he left.”

Mace hadn’t asked why Kenobi was out and Vos was not.  He assumed it was more than a matter of babysitting, given that Bant Eerin was currently on leave, but quickly surmised that it was none of his business.  Instead, he laid out his mission.  “I want to check on him.  Do you know where he’ll be?”

“I’ll send you the address,” Vos said, already reaching for his comm.

And that, all told, was why he was here, standing in a smoky bar deep in the lower levels.  A bar far enough from the Temple that, if he tried, a Jedi could go unnoticed - even one so recently lauded as one of the heroes of the Battle of Naboo.

Music thrummed, the bass thick enough to choke on, thick enough that if it were louder, it’d thrum right through his bones.  Thankfully the Force - or DJ - had chosen mercy, and it was just low enough to talk over.

Just.

Overall, it was the sort of place that Mace could well imagine Kenobi enjoying.  The boy might have carefully cultivated his reputation as the perfect Jedi, nurtured the idea that he was polished and refined and more than slightly vain, might have weeded out any lingering hints of his Stewjoni lilt and buried it beneath the poshest, most senate-friendly of Coruscanti accents, might have washed away memories of his youngling escapades with more and more reports of his exemplary conduct and ridiculously high success rates, but Mace had been the confidante of Qui-Gon Jinn.

Mace knew better than to fall for that.

He’d heard all about Kenobi’s habit of blasting ear-rattling playlists when he studied, his ill-fated experiments with black nail polishes, his far more successful forays into the wide world of eyeliner.  He’d hidden a smile behind his glass as Jinn recounted catching his Padawan halfway out his bedroom window, wafting away the smoke of a smuggled cigarra.  

And, of course, he sat politely through Jinn’s countless laments on the subject of Kenobi’s love life - namely that he had one, and that Jinn was occasionally exposed to it.  His irrepressible flirting, which was bad enough with allies but far worse when directed at people trying to kill him.  His dreadful - though in Mace’s opinion, slightly amusing and vaguely impressive - habit of sleeping with strangers and finding out a few days later that they were a dignitary he and Jinn were supposed to be negotiating with.

Naturally, Jinn had plenty to say on the subject of Kenobi and Vos.  The horrors of finding them in the living room together.  The distress of their protracted farewells.  The eventual decision to loosen Kenobi’s curfew the nights before they went off-world, just to get the pair out of earshot.  (Mace hadn’t mentioned his firm belief that that had been their aim the whole time.)  And, finally, his fervent belief that no one - least of all Quinlan Vos, renowned and unrepentant mischief-maker - was good enough for Obi-Wan Kenobi, beloved Padawan and (as Jinn frequently insisted) future member of the Jedi High Council.

How strange, given all that, that he couldn’t find Kenobi anywhere.

He looked again.  Kenobi wasn’t at the bar, wasn’t hovering near the speakers, wasn’t part of the tangle of bodies on the dance floor, wasn’t…

Mace blinked.  Looked again.

Kenobi wasn’t at the bar, nor the speakers, nor dancing, nor…

Ah.

He wondered, idly, if the mind trick was accidental or not.  Either way, it was powerful.  More than powerful.  Even aware of it, he could feel the gentle press of it against his shields, the quiet suggestion that he ignore the sticky table at the back of the room.  

Really, it asked, what could be there that’s more interesting than your drink?  Why would you sit all the way over there, so far from the bar?

Still, now he knew it was there, he looked past it with ease.

There, alone, was Kenobi, face down on the table beside a half-finished, half-melted, multi-coloured monstrosity of a cocktail, shoulders shaking with silent tears.

Mace sighed.  He wasn’t quite as surprised as he felt he should be.

Kenobi didn’t look up as he approached, not even when Mace slipped into the chair next to his.  It was a far cry from his usual observant self, but Mace was almost relieved when he compared it to the jumpy, hyper-vigilant young man who’d returned from Naboo.

“Knight Kenobi.”  He winced at himself and quickly corrected, “Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked up with wide, teary eyes.  He sniffed, scrubbing his cheek against his shoulder, smudging eyeliner so dramatically he went from fashionable to battered.  “Master Windu?”

“Yes.”

“You came to check on me?”

There was no point in denying it.  “I did.”

Obi-Wan’s face crumpled and he sniffed again, biting so hard on the inside of his cheek that Mace could see the divot.  It did nothing to stop his tears welling and he surrendered quickly, strangling a sob and flinging himself into Mace, who barely had the time to open his arms before all the weight of a twenty-five-year-old man crashed against his chest.

Oh dear, he thought, rubbing a circle on Obi-Wan’s back and shushing mindlessly, like the boy was a crèchling again.  Of all the reactions he’d expected, this hadn’t been one of them.

“Alright,” he said, more than a little awkward.  “It’s not that bad.”

Pulling back, Obi-Wan gave him an outraged look, though it was perhaps slightly diminished as Obi-Wan went slightly cross-eyed, glaring at a man so close to him.  

“You came to rescue me,” he said sternly, which was perhaps pushing it slightly.  Mace didn’t exactly have time to disagree before Obi-Wan, with the same stubbornness, placed a firm kiss squarely on his cheek.  “This is why you were Qui-Gon’s favourite.”

Slightly stunned, he watched him settle back into his seat, all tears forgotten.

“Master Yoda’s my favourite,” Obi-Wan went on, though Mace still wasn’t sure what category of favourite they were discussing, before wrinkling his nose.  “That was rude.  Sorry.”

“That’s alright,” he said.  “He’s my favourite, too.”

That was a lie.  If Mace had a favourite - which he didn’t, but if he did - it would be his Padawan.  Still, it made Obi-Wan smile and nod approvingly.

“He’s just… the best.”

Mace laughed, caught off-guard, but Obi-Wan was thankfully unoffended.  “I happen to know he’s very fond of you, too.”

This was true, and well-known amongst the Council.  Coruscant’s sky was blue, Master Yoda had a soft spot for his great-grandpadawan.  It was simply a fact of life.

The boy’s face lit up like a life-day tree.  “Really?  He said he was sorry to lose me, once, but then he said I have Qui-Gon’s defiance, and I don’t know if that’s good or not.”

Mace didn’t know what Yoda thought of it, but he knew what he thought.  “It is.”

“Oh.”  Obi-Wan seemed surprised, just for a moment, before he shrugged.  “Good.”

They lapsed into silence.  Obi-Wan looked contemplatively at his increasingly melted drink.

Mace, meanwhile, tried to decide the better course of action.  Take Obi-Wan home and put him to bed, or talk to him about why he was crying and then take him home.

“How’d you even find me?” Obi-Wan asked suddenly, evidently deciding against drinking more.

“Knight Vos told me where you’d be.”

“Oh.”

Obi-Wan’s bottom lip wobbled dangerously.  Mace cursed everything, including Jinn, who’d never thought to warn him that his Padawan was a weepy drunk.

(Years from this moment, Mace would learn that Obi-Wan was not, actually, a teary drunk.  He was simply a drunk who felt whatever he was already feeling very strongly.)

“Are you alright?”

“I think we’re fighting.”

“You think?”

“He says we’re not,” Obi-Wan sighed, slumping back in his chair until he was decently slouched, “but it feels like we are.  Normally we spar until it’s better, but he won’t-”  Obi-Wan’s breath caught.  “He won’t even spar with me!”

Why?  Why me?  For this?  The Force, he decided, had a peculiar sense of humour.

“Why do you think you’re fighting?”

“We’re-  I-”  Obi-Wan groaned, digging his palms into his eyes.  “He wants to talk about Naboo.”

Mace… was struggling to see the problem here.

“I don’t want to talk to Quin about Naboo.  I’ve already told him the facts.”  Obi-Wan said the word facts like it ought to be capitalised, weighted.  Like the facts were something sacred.  “He wants me to talk about the feelings. ”

“It’s important to talk about these things,” he hedged.

“I do,” Obi-Wan groaned, dropping his hands to give Mace a plaintive look.  “With the mind healer.”

That was… surprisingly healthy for a Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn.  Mace found himself oddly proud of his old friend and the knight before him.

“I know Quin thinks it’ll help to talk to him but it hurts - it hurts, Master - and I don’t…  I just want to feel normal with him.  I mean, what am I supposed to say?  Master’s dead, my Padawan kriffing hates me half the time, and there’s nothing to do but keep going - what’s Quin meant to do with that?  Nothing he can do.”

Oh, but Mace really wasn’t qualified for this.  He kept his face carefully neutral: “Have you told him that?”

“I don’t…”  He sighed again.  “I don’t know how to say it… nicely.  I don’t want to make it sound…  I don’t want to hurt him, make him think I don’t trust him, because I do.  I do trust him, but-”  He broke off with an aggravated noise, hand moving to tug on a now-absent braid.  His fingers grasped the empty air and fell, instead, to the collar of his shit.

“Talk to him,” Mace said.  It seemed like decent advice.  “Nine years can survive a clumsy phrase.”

It took a long, long moment of Obi-Wan twitching at his t-shirt, but Obi-Wan eventually smiled down at the table.

“You give better advice than my Master,” he said.

“I should think so,” Mace sniffed, perhaps playing up his reaction slightly, if only to avoid another bout of tears.  “The only sound advice Jinn ever gave was on plant care.”

“Not so,” Obi-Wan said.  The phrase hung awkwardly in the air for a moment, as if he was waiting for a reply, before he barrelled on.  “He told me ‘never get so drunk you can’t cheat at sabacc’, and it’s the best I ever got.”

“You think you could cheat at sabacc right now?”

“No, but I could filter enough toxins that I could cheat pretty quickly.”

“Impressive.”

“Well-practised,” he confessed.  “I cheat my way out of hangovers.”

“That’s not how that works,” Mace said.  In truth, he had no idea.  He just wanted Obi-Wan to elaborate.

Obi-Wan hummed, placed his chin in his hand, and gave Mace a look surprisingly similar to a kindly old man observing a naive child.  “Was I hungover the morning after my nineteenth?”

“Until you asked me that, I was under the impression you spent the night meditating on the nature of attachment, as you said when you reserved the meditation room.”

Obi-Wan smiled, projecting a definite feel of told you so!

“May I ask what you actually did?”

“Meditated on attachment,” he said innocently.  “From a certain point of view, at least.”

“And from another?”

“Quin took me on a night out.”

“Then why-?  Ah.  I see.”  On Obi-Wan’s nineteenth, Quinlan Vos had been undercover in one of Coruscant’s numerous smuggling gangs, supposedly out of contact.  “I suppose the sudden mysterious boost to his cover’s credibility was his apparent seduction of a Jedi Padawan.”

He tapped his nose, a little clumsily, and Mace smiled.  He’d spent comparatively little time with the young man compared to his Master, but it was gratifying to know that Qui-Gon’s evaluation of his humour was accurate.

“How did you leave the Temple unseen?”

“Windows.  Booked the room with the biggest ones.”

“Impressive,” Mace admitted.  “Most impressive.”

“Master would’ve liked it,” he said, “but I didn’t tell.  I thought he wouldn’t want to know about Quin being the inspiration.”

“Likely not.”  Mace could imagine the rant.  “Most decidedly not.”

“Quin baited him,” Obi-Wan looked hopelessly fond.  “Master fell for it every time.  Half the time I think he realised but wanted a reason to complain.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“I miss him complaining.”  He let out a small, wet, incredulous laugh.  “I never thought I would.”

There were many responses Mace could give.  

There is no death, perhaps, or death, yet the Force.  Jinn had mentioned once that, though Obi-Wan showed a marked preference for the standard edition, he was fond of both versions of the code and liked to compare the potential meanings.  

He wouldn’t want you to be sad could work, too.  Though more secular, it was true enough that Jinn would’ve hated to cause his Padawan pain.

“I miss him too,” he heard himself say.

Obi-Wan startled, stared at him, but didn’t say a word.  Instead, he radiated an encouraging sort of warmth.  Gentle, quiet - not imposing, not insistent, but there.  Like a ray of sunlight slipping through a forest’s dark green canopy.  A light waiting patiently to be followed.

“He was a stubborn son of a bantha,” Mace said, knowing damn well that was an understatement.  “Completely incapable of admitting he was wrong.  Convinced of his own rightness.  Arrogant, smug, and reckless.  And a dear, dear friend.”

“He used to plan his arguments in advance,” Obi-Wan told him, grinning.  “He practised some of them on me.”

“Of course he did.  Of course he did.”  Mace rolled his eyes and appreciated Obi-Wan’s sudden, determined interest in an off-white wall.  “Nerf herder.”

Laughing, Obi-Wan kept his eyes averted.  Mace still appreciated it.

He appreciated it even more as Obi-Wan gave him the silence to collect himself.

“There is no death,” Obi-Wan said at last.

“There is the Force.”

Another moment to rebalance himself, before Mace let out a breath.  “Come along, Youngling.  The Master of the Order cried - that means it’s bedtime.”

“Right.  Hometime.”  Obi-Wan looked for a moment like he might resist, flicking his curly straw, but decided against it.  “Want to try it?”

Mace considered it.  Once, it might have been attractively rainbow coloured, but by this point it was a muddy-brown mush.

He threw it back in one rather than taste it.  Obi-Wan whooped, clapping furiously as Mace coughed.

“That’s disgusting, Kenobi,” he said, wishing he had water to wash the taste away.  “By the Force.”

Obi-Wan cackled, throwing his head back.  “Isn’t it?”

“Why do you drink that?  It’s horrible.”

“Highest alcohol content on the menu.”  He stood and, forgetting himself, clapped Mace on the shoulder.  “I can forgive a lot for that much spatchka, Master Windu.”

The snort that escaped him could only be called undignified, but Mace let it go.  He gave Obi-Wan’s hand a pat.  “Get moving.  Time for all good Jedi to be sobering up.”

Dutiful as ever, Obi-Wan spent most of the taxi-ride home with his eyes shut, working silently on filtering.  He’d gone from noticeably drunk to just past tipsy by the time Mace dropped him in his bed to sleep the rest off.

Obi-Wan hummed, immediately curling himself into a ball, face planting his pillow.  “G’night, Master.”

He hesitated at the doorway.  Somehow, instinctively, he knew that Obi-Wan hadn’t been talking to him.

“Goodnight, Knight Kenobi,” he answered anyway.  The man was already asleep.  Knowing that, he allowed himself to laugh.  “I’ll tell this story the day you make Master.”

(Many years later, a council of Jedi will take a night off from the war to celebrate the ascension of their newest member and find refuge in a smoky bar deep in the lower levels, far enough from the Temple that a Jedi can go unnoticed, even one so recently titled Negotiator.  There, their newest Master will bury his red face in his hands, laughing along with the others as Master Windu, deep in his cups, recounts venturing out in the middle of the night to bring a wayward knight home and receiving a single kiss as prize.)

#Phoenix_Rose #star wars #obi wan kenobi #mace windu #quinlan vos #obi wan/quinlan #obivos #tw: alcohol #tw: drunk #canonical character death #(meaning Qui-Gon's off-screen death) #angst #comfort

[ao3feed-obikin]

One Lass Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059 by Kenob1s "One day you will ask me which life is more important mine or yours, I will say mine, then you will walk away not knowing you're my life" Two padawan spark a forbidden romance and have to face the consequences of war. [AshokaTano x Oc] [Season 1- Season 7 of the Clone wars] Words: 256, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Female Character(s), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Clone Troopers (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Jedi Council (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Jedi Characters (Star Wars) Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Original Female Character(s), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Jedi Reader (Star Wars), Fluff, Angst, Useless Lesbians, Sith Magic & Rituals (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, One Big Happy Family, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lightsabers (Star Wars), Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Father-Daughter Relationship, Brother-Sister Relationships, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Sad, Everyone Needs A Hug, Gay, Teen Romance, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Spoilers, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059

#IFTTT #Obikin #AO3feed #Star Wars

[marveloustimestwo]

Hello! Can I please request a yandere platonic kylo den x teen female reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, one mention of murder at the end.

The most likely way I ever see him becoming obsessed with you is one of two ways.

One, Snoke takes you on as another apprentice. You're about the same age as Kylo was when he first turned to the dark side, which immediately drew him to you.

Were you like him? Betrayed and burned by the people you trusted? Was that what turned you into this life?

Kylo tries to instill a sense of comradery between you two. He's been right where you were under the teachings of Snoke and now he wants to help you through it.

Kylo will cover for you if you ever make mistakes or if Snoke is too hard on you. He'll train you himself if it means Snoke leaves you alone.

The second way is that he himself took you on as an apprentice.

After Snoke died, Kylo needed to continue the reign of succession, someone to take his place when it was time.

On one of the many planets he took over, Kylo found you. A terrified kid in need of guidance. He could sense the Force in you, strong and out of control.

Under his wing, you could grow into the powerful Sith he knew you could be, one he would train you to be.

Either way, Kylo sees you as a sister, and is very, very protective over you.

If anyone dares object to this or tries to disagree with you, Kylo will kill them without regret.

#yandere #yandere star wars #yandere kylo ren #platonic yandere

[kaminocasey]

What A Price to Pay Part 2

Summary: You decide to find Boba again. Pairing: ESB/RotJ!Boba x Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual situation, Angst A/N: Lol I know I wrote the first part all the way back in July and I'm genuinely sorry that it took me so long to write this.

Part One

It’s only been a couple hours and already, you can’t stop thinking about those warm brown eyes you used to get lost in. You dismissed class for the day which your teens seemed to enjoy. But you can’t stop thinking about Boba. How could he get himself mixed up with the most dangerous Sith Lord in the galaxy? Or you suppose you’d like to know why.

“Cyare…” Boba sighs, waking you up from your dreamless sleep.

“Hm.” You mumble with closed eyes, hugging your pillow.

Feeling his lips lingering in the crook of your neck and his hand wandering down further, you let out a soft sigh, still not moving. He lets out a chuckle and trails his hand up your bare stomach to your breast, ghosting his fingers over your sensitive nipples, earning another little sigh that turns into a slight whimper.

“Need you.” He whispers.

“How bad?” You whisper back, smirking.

He pushes his hardened length up against your bare cheeks and you let out an “Oh”, unable to come up with anything else. Your legs fall open for him immediately as you roll over on your back so you can look into his begging eyes before crushing your lips to his. His hand travels down to your warmth, teasing you.

“You’re mine.” He murmurs against your lips.

“Always.” You promise him.

There’s a knock on the door, pulling you from your thoughts. You glance at the door and find Lando standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Busy?” He asks you.

You shake your head.

“I’m sorry I put you in harm's way like that… that wasn’t right of me.” He apologizes, sincerely.

You look at him. “Why are you doing business with the Empire?”

“It’s just… business.” Lando struggles to find words with an awkward shrug.

You’re aware you have no right to tell Lando how to conduct his business, but the whole point of you being here is to get away from the Empire.

You stare at him for a moment before speaking. “The Mandalorian that was with Vader… where is he?”

“You know Boba Fett?” Lando asks, surprised. “I didn’t take you as the hunted down by a bounty hunter type. Explains why you’re here, I suppose.”

You chuckle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Lando.”

“He’s gone. Had to take a bounty somewhere.” He answers.

“Any idea where?” You ask, curiously, leaning on your desk.

“I believe he said Mos Espa on Tatooine.” He tells you.

“Ah. The Hutt’s.” You nod.

“Sounds like it.” He glances out in the hallway before walking into the room fully, closing the door behind him. “Why are you looking for him?”

“He was once my… best friend… my lover… my entire world.” You murmur, thoughtfully.

“Seems like he might still be.” Lando sits next to you on your desk.

“It was a long time ago.” You sigh.

Lando shrugs. “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Ten years?” Your eyebrows quirk up.

“I’d wait that long for you.” Lando tells you, smoothly.

You chuckle, softly. “You’ve been good to me.”

“You’re easy to be good to.” He glances down at your lips.

You lean in to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for everything.”

“If you need me, you know where to find me.” He smiles, taking your hand and kissing it.

You nod. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be back.”

“If I was Boba, I’d never let you out of my arms again.” He grins. “Now go.”

After leaving a note for the next teacher, you pack up your belongings and head back onto your freighter that you’d lived on before moving to Cloud City. It’d been in a garage for the last six months so it took longer to power up.

Once you have it up and going, you leave for Tatooine. You just hope you can make it in time. Honestly, you’re not sure what you’re going to even say.

“Hey Boba… You were right. I’ll always be your cyare?” You roll your eyes to yourself as you speak. “Hey Boba… Sorry I left you… wanna pick up where we left off?”

“Ugh.” You groan as you put the ship on autopilot and go take a nap.

You’d been with Boba for a year, traveling the galaxy. He’d been working on bounty hunting and you’d been teaching yourself how to work on the Gunship. It was a good partnership. Unfortunately, you’d caught feelings for the Mandalorian almost immediately, even though you had really tried not to.

Boba had just returned with some group of bounty hunters. Ones that you didn’t care for and didn’t want to be around. You weren’t sure how to bring it up to him, how uncomfortable you were.

“What’s wrong, mesh’la?” Boba asks you as you sit, fidgeting in the passenger seat.

“Nothing.” You lie.

“Nothing?” He asks you, spinning his seat to look at you.

“Nothing.” You nod, looking at him.

He grabs the armrest and spins your seat to face him as he leans forward, his strong forearms resting on his knees. He was so pretty. He had to know how pretty he was. Did he know how beautiful you found him?

“Don’t lie to me.” He smiles that heartbreaking smile.

You let out a sigh, leaning forward toward him. “I don’t want them here…”

You nod in the direction of the group of bounty hunters that were waiting just beyond the cockpit.

“Oh…” He nods.

“I know they were your father’s friends but… they scare me.” You whisper.

“And I don’t?” He smirks.

“Please… you could never scare me.” You laugh.

“Oh really?” He quirks an eyebrow, clearly about to take that as a challenge.

Boba gets a dark look in his eye and quickly rushes toward you, slinging your seat back so he’s hovering over you. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes go wide.

“See? Scared you.” He teases you.

“Not scared.” You murmur.

“Then what’s that look in your eye, if not fear?” He stares into your soul.

“Something else…” You admit.

“Oh.” He looks down at your lips and you pull him to you, crushing your lips to his.

He moans softly against your lips, clearly wanting this as bad as you did.

When Boba pulls away, he looks into your eyes again and makes a promise to you. “We’ll get rid of them. It’ll just be me and you again. Just how it should be.”

You’d never feel more safe than you would as long as you were with Boba.

The first thought you have when you get to Mos Espa is Maker, that is a lot of sand. Then, you make your way to Jabba’s Palace, which you’d not seen in a long time. You don’t remember it being so big.

You walk up to the giant doors and are greeted by two Gamorreans, carrying an axe and a club of some sort. Good grief. You know the slug man couldn’t protect himself, so obviously this was his best bet at getting some muscle.

“I’m here to see Boba Fett. Is he here?” You ask them.

They look at each other and then back at you. You roll your eyes.

“Boba Fett? Mandalorian? Green Armor? About yay high?” You hold your hand above you, trying to dumb it down for them.

You hear that familiar voice call your name from the right and look into the garage, finding Boba exiting the Firespray Gunship. Suddenly, you’re at a loss for words again. You quickly realize you weren’t actually expecting that he’d be here.

“Hey.” You manage to get out.

“Hello.” He looks at the Gamorreans and motions for them to scram. They go back into the palace, leaving the two of you out there by yourselves.

“Hey.” You say again, nervous all over again.

“You already said that.” He takes off his helmet, revealing his curls and your knees start to feel weak.

Luckily, you’re able to keep your composure and he smirks at you, knowingly. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

Seeing Boba all over again was still painful… you weren’t expecting that. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you look up at him.

“Boba, are you coming?” A pretty blue twi’lek says from the palace doorway, smirking at him in a sultry way.

He doesn’t even look at her. “No.”

She looks at you, though, giving you a “Who the hell is she?” look. You look back at Boba, speechless.

“Who was that?” You ask him.

“Who gives a kriff?” He shrugs, looking at you as if after all this time, he still only has eyes for you.

Could you be so lucky that after all this time, you’d both still be in love with the other? Surely not.

“Why are you here?” He asks, softly.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I saw you and suddenly, I wanted to go back in time ten years and beg you to come with me.” You tell him. “I… I missed you. I never stopped.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, making you sweat. You try to remain patient with him as he decides what to do or say. Either way, you’ll take what he gives you.

“I was angry for a long time when you left… I became bitter and allowed myself to fall in with the wrong people from time to time… just to not be alone. I was envious of you. You seemed to know what you wanted… but something in me broke because it wasn’t me…” He admits, quietly… calmly. “I knew you’d be there… on Cloud City. I didn’t know you’d be with Calrissian… but I had planned to find you… to… I don’t know… try to rekindle something maybe? Friendship at least?”

You smile softly as he steps closer to you. You back up toward the familiar gunship until your back hits warm durasteel.

“Or maybe something more?” He looks down at your lips.

“Maybe.” You hear yourself say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, smirking, and your heart skips a beat. He leans in close and you’re unable to think straight. He’d always had this effect on you. You know that you’re never going anywhere again.

“I never stopped loving you, cyare.” He tells you. “I was dropping off this bounty and I was on my way back to Cloud City to come find you again.”

Your lips part slightly. “I never stopped loving you, either.”

As if that’s all he needed to hear, he cups your face, brushing his lips over yours, crowding you up against his ship. His lips are exactly the same. Exactly what you need. You let out a choked sob, holding onto him for dear life, afraid he’ll disappear again.

“Let’s get out of here, hm?” He smiles down at you, looking into your glistening eyes.

You nod, desperately. “Please.”

It’s obvious that there are things that you need to talk about, but you know as long as you have Boba back, there’s nothing you can’t overcome.

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[onayasiki]

UGHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR A MANDALORIAN READER X THE BAD BATCH (But they end up with Crosshair) BUT THE READER IS PARENTING TWO CLONES FROM KAMINO THAT THEY “RESCUE” where one is a teen clone and the other is a infant. The teen clone has Mandalorian armor and truthfully hated Kamino. I wanna write it out but I never have time 😔.

Edit: I forgot to mention that there is a possibility that Reader is force sensitive (as well as the clone infant) and posses a red and a blue lightsaber from they “killed” a sith and Jedi.

The Question is if Reader should be Male, Female, or Gender Neutral. Let me know what you guys think plzzzzz I need a few more ideasss

#tbb crosshair #bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #omega #Crosshair #Hunter #Echo #Tech #Wrecker #clone wars #Star Wars #tbb #clone force 99