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change of fate. kylo ren x reader x rey

I'm going to change the ending of the rise of skywalker.  so spoilers! beware!  this is a romantic relations ship between Rey, Reader and Ben! keep in mind by writing isn't the best. I hope you enjoy because I need healing for my poor heart.

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Eyes opened, breathing fast and short, sand in my mouth. Looking around, the world seems to go in slow motion.  

'Come on get up!' Slamming my fist into the ground pushing myself up. Feeling blood drip from my forehead.

"Rey?! Ren?!" Nothing... My own voice echoed back at me, not answering to be heard. "No... No! Rey!! Ren!!" Pushing myself up more, slowly standing.

A hiss left my mouth, as pain shot up the side of my body. Looking down seeing a piece of metal sticking out of my side, slowly my hands began to shake, pain now taking over my body. 'Push through it, (name).' A soft voice seems to whisper in my mind. Looking up, the dust slowly falling down to the ground. A body coming into sight, slowly walking to there, seeing it was Rey, eyes wide open looking up into the sky.

"R-Rey?" My voice broken, as tears began to well up into my eyes, my walking turning into a full-on sprint, soon falling down next to her. "Rey, hey come on, please no!" Looking around for Ren, maybe he knew what to do, there has to be a way! "Ren! Ren, please! where are you?! R-Rey she is..." Tears began to fall, looking back down at Rey, Slowly remembering what she did for me when I got hurt. Pulling her head onto my lap, I took a deep breath, hoping it will work.

Placing my hand on top of her heart, trying to feel the force around me. I knew I had it, but I never played into it, used it. Slowly feeling it, I began to feel how it was connected with me. Slowly I pushed that into Rey, as pain shot up into my body again. Focus lost I began to cry more and more. "Please, please I don't want to lose you like the rest of the people I once loved and held dear. please, Rey, come back to me and ren... no ben." Taking a deep breath ignoring the pain once more, I focused once more, now letting the force guide me.

Feeling a hand being placed on top of mine, looking up I see ben softly smiling at me. "Ben!" He laughed, but I felt his force go through my hand into Rey as well. Feeling my hands getting cold, the pain in my side leaving, my eyes getting heavy as I softly felt myself trembling. But seeing Rey's eyes move around made me grin, tears still falling from my eyes, as she slowly sat up, looking me and ben over.

"Ben?" He nobs as Rey pulled him close, as her other hand intertwined with mine. She kissed ben as he pulled her closer like she could disappear. Slowly they pulled away, a grin on my face as I wiped away my tears. Feeling an arm wrap around my middle, as I looked up, beautiful brown eyes looking down into my own (color) eyes. He softly kissed me, as I felt Rey squeeze my hand. As I slowly pulled back, my eyelids fell shut soon after again, breathing becoming harder and harder. Pulling my head up, it felt very heavy as I looked over at Rey, softly smiling at her as my body gave out.

-pov-

as (name) fell forwards Rey quickly caught them, unsure of why they fainted she slowly turned her around,   seeing the piece of metal in the side of their body. "(Name)! (Name)! no!" Ben quickly took hold of the piece of metal, pulling it out as they both began to help close the wound. "Come on, (name) you saved me, don't lose yourself yet okay? You hear me?!"

Tears fell from Rey's eyes as she looked down at them, not wanting to lose them. slowly the wound closed, their skin returning to their normal body color. Their chest moving up and down. "They are breathing that's good. Now let's get out of here." Ben softly said taking (name) from Rey's arms as Rey nob standing up. taking them back from Ben's arms as he stood up, a groan of pain leaving his mouth as he held his side.

As Rey was looking over the sands of Tatooine, a woman stopped with her animal looking at the young woman. "There has been no one in so long, who are you?" "I'm Rey." A hand wrapped around her waist, feeling Ben's presence next to her. "Rey, who?" Feeling other familiar presents she looks over to the sands, two force ghosts taking from. Leia and Luke softly smiled at her, as she smiled back, then looked up at Ben, who looked at his mother.   She softly smiled mouthing 'i love you' to her son. As he looked down at Rey as he nobs at her. "Rey Skywalker."   Feeling a hand grab hold of her hand she looks at (name). The woman nob walking off, as the three of them looked over the sands of Tatooine once more.

Ben held the lightsaber of Anakin skywalker, (Name) holding Leia skywalkers lightsaber, as Rey held her own. The three of them at peace, the suns shining down onto them,   BB-8 rolling around in the sand, happy for his friends. "May we never lose ourselves ever again." (Name) softly whispered, smiling at Rey and ben, who nodded ben pulling them close, hugging them as they laughed loudly. Anakin, Obi-wan, Luke, and Leia were looking at the happy and in love people in front of them. "May they find happiness in each other," Anakin said, a soft smile on his face as he saw the three of them kiss one another.

A sweet afternoon

Running my fingers through pitch-black hair softly sing a song I once knew from my younger life. Hearing a content sigh coming from the men laying on my lap, as his hand played with the end of a dress Leia gave to me telling me it was from her mother.

"You feeling a bit better now?" Brown eyes made contact with my own as he softly smiled. "You look beautiful." Rolling my eyes I pushed his head from my lap, standing up, stretching.

"Was that really necessary?" A laugh left my lips as I stick out my tongue at him. "Totally!" This time he was the one to roll his eyes as he stood up too. "You better say sorry." "Mmmmh, nope!" He smirked, but I knew that look, pushing my hand out he was pushed back onto his ass, making me laugh. But that was soon cut off as he pulled me to him.

Crashing it to him, making us roll over on the ground laughing loudly. Once coming to a stop we where laying side by side, our breath coming out short and fast, small chuckles leaving our lips. Rolling onto my elbow leaning over Ben, his eyes looking over my whole face. "Hey, my eyes are up here you know that right?" A grin pulled at my face as his eyes immediately shot up.

Leaning down, hovering over him, but Ben seems to be impatient as his hand wrap around the back of my head and pulled me down, lips met as he sat up basically pulling me into his lap. A laugh against his lips as I felt him smile into the kiss. Bracing myself onto his hips, pushing up against him, as his other hand landed on the small of my back.

Pulling back, a peaceful smile crossed Ben's lips, making me smile back softly. Touching our foreheads together, my hand cupping his cheek, stroking it as he leaned into it. "I love you, Ben Solo, more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow." Seeing tears built up in his eyes. "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." He softly said back, as a tear fell, leaning forwards kissing it away.

Ben pulled me back on top of him, as he laid back, wrapping his arms around my waist. Making me rest my head on top of his chest, as one of his hands left my back and grab hold of one of my hands lifting it up to his lips. Kissing every one of my fingers, a smile pulled at my lips. "I hope to never lose you." "I hope to never lose you too, dear." Slowly we both fell into a peaceful slumber in the middle of the grass field.

A sweet afternoon

Running my fingers through pitch-black hair softly sing a song I once knew from my younger life. Hearing a content sigh coming from the men laying on my lap, as his hand played with the end of a dress Leia gave to me telling me it was from her mother.

"You feeling a bit better now?" Brown eyes made contact with my own as he softly smiled. "You look beautiful." Rolling my eyes I pushed his head from my lap, standing up, stretching.

"Was that really necessary?" A laugh left my lips as I stick out my tongue at him. "Totally!" This time he was the one to roll his eyes as he stood up too. "You better say sorry." "Mmmmh, nope!" He smirked, but I knew that look, pushing my hand out he was pushed back onto his ass, making me laugh. But that was soon cut off as he pulled me to him.

Crashing it to him, making us roll over on the ground laughing loudly. Once coming to a stop we where laying side by side, our breath coming out short and fast, small chuckles leaving our lips. Rolling onto my elbow leaning over Ben, his eyes looking over my whole face. "Hey, my eyes are up here you know that right?" A grin pulled at my face as his eyes immediately shot up.

Leaning down, hovering over him, but Ben seems to be impatient as his hand wrap around the back of my head and pulled me down, lips met as he sat up basically pulling me into his lap. A laugh against his lips as I felt him smile into the kiss. Bracing myself onto his hips, pushing up against him, as his other hand landed on the small of my back.

Pulling back, a peaceful smile crossed Ben's lips, making me smile back softly. Touching our foreheads together, my hand cupping his cheek, stroking it as he leaned into it. "I love you, Ben Solo, more than yesterday, but less than tomorrow." Seeing tears built up in his eyes. "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you." He softly said back, as a tear fell, leaning forwards kissing it away.

Ben pulled me back on top of him, as he laid back, wrapping his arms around my waist. Making me rest my head on top of his chest, as one of his hands left my back and grab hold of one of my hands lifting it up to his lips. Kissing every one of my fingers, a smile pulled at my lips. "I hope to never lose you." "I hope to never lose you too, dear." Slowly we both fell into a peaceful slumber in the middle of the grass field.

Hey, so I noticed that you were asking for requests, and I was wondering what your stance is with Dad!Din parenting a teen reader? It’s just that I have so many ideas based around the concept compared to just a regular Din/Reader, so I just wanted to ask if you’re ok with writing that type of thing, for any character really, not just Din.

Ad’ika

pairing: the mandalorian x teen reader (platonic!!!)

wc: 4.8K

warnings: mild violence, cursing, adult language/humor

a/n: at the end!!

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Being an orphan deprived of maternal affection is a common thing to come across in this galaxy.

Most of us are left witnessing our parents demise at the hands of their owners. Yes, owners.

On the planet Kessel, adults are worked tirelessly into the ground and when they didn’t comply with the rules or too exhausted to do so— they’re killed. Simple as that.

Some are lucky enough to be born into wealth; to live the lavish lifestyle of not having to be a slave to another species.

You’re honestly not even sure why your parents decided to pro-create.

Who would want their child to experience the same thing? Probably an accident—Didn’t pull out in time.

Once you found out your parents had disappeared, you weren’t surprised. They were always disobeying orders and were caught up in some shady shit with some nasty people.

You ran and kept running because you knew those fuckers were coming for you next. Why would they want a useless kid? Who knows, but you knew your ass would be grass if you didn’t.

So you snuck onto a freighting ship and left your old life behind. Everything. All you had was your worn backpack, an old dusty picture of your family and a barely filled water canteen.

You conceal yourself behind a large package, next to a small port-hole like window as you look down to watch the planet below you grow smaller. The ship accelerates into hyper-speed and your vision of the only home you’ve known is gone.

Slowly, your eyelids grow heavy and your body goes limp from exhaustion. A quick nap won’t hurt right?

It seems as if only a few minutes went by... The ship trembles as it lands on a rocky planet, shaking you awake. By the squeaks of the foreign language the pilots are speaking, the planet is named Nevarro. You’ve picked up a few languages living on Kessel.

When the ships ramp finally settles into the ground, your eyes dart around the empty dirt field. It’s now or never.

You bolt for the exit, your legs picking up speed as the protests of the alien pilots yell after you.

After solely surviving on adrenaline, you make it to a little town as the big-headed blue skinned things chase you through a gigantic archway. You weave and bob through the crowd, gasps leave the people’s mouths as they scatter out of your path. “Sorry!” You yelp out as you shoot by.

As you glance behind you to attempt to find the pursuers in the crowd, your legs continue moving yourself forward. “Aha! Bye!” You wave your fingers tauntingly.

Just as you whip your head back around to look forward, all you see is metallic silver and then the sky.

Ouch.

You groan as you rub your head, the instant thumping tells you that you must have a concussion.

“What did I just hit?” You grumble groggily.

The crowd disperses from the area slowly, whispering and continuing with their day as if this is a normal reoccurrence. 

The pilots finally catch up to you, screaming obscenities with their blasters flailing in their hands dramatically.

“Calm down.” A modulated voice rasps out in their language.

Either you’re really hurt and your brain is bleeding or the person talking has a really weird voice.

You blink as your vision clears, the silver blob focusing into view. What the fuck is that?

Your feet scramble to push yourself away from the... robot person thing? The holes in your boots fill up with the dirt your pushing around in attempt to flee. You advance backward too far and you’re now too close to the aliens who want to kill you. Fuck!

Their oddly long slender fingers grip your forearms to pull you to your feet, “Get off of me, you assholes!” You scream as you attempt to shake them off but their grip is too tight.

“You don’t have to hurt the kid... I understand, I understand... I’ll take care of it... How much?” He hisses out in their language.

You’re finally able to stare at the towering thing who is attempting to reason your actions. The black visor turns toward you now, knowing the thing underneath must be glaring at you.

The aliens loud voices slowly die down, the grip loosens on your skin which makes you yank yourself away from them. You scoff and brush off your shoulder as if they were the ones who were dirty.

The silver man takes a step toward you, making you squeak and tense up. Instead, he slides past you and slips a few credits into their slimy hands.

That’s when you notice the oddest thing of all. A small fuzzy green child peeks out from the sack hanging on the side of the man. A rare smiles breaks through your dusty face when a tiny hand reaches out for you. Just as you reach out, the tin man interrupts

“Come on.” He speaks regularly now, his gloved hand grips your arm to pull you forward.

“Why does everyone manhandle me as if I’m some sort of child?” You scoff obnoxiously and roll your eyes.

“You are.” He says simply which makes your upper lip curl in annoyance.

“I’m sixteen.” You bite back, “A teen-nay-ger.” You sound out the word as if the man was too stupid to understand.

He doesn’t respond.

“Is that Beskar you’re wearing?” You mumble into the awkward silence, staring at your dirty reflection in the surface.

“Yes.”

You grumble under your breath as you look over him once more. The built in weaponry, the shining armor, the jet pack...

Then the ship. It all clicks into place.

The tin-man presses something on his forearm, causing a ramp to lower itself from the side and settle into the ground with a swoosh. He guides you up the surface, his grip still tight on your upper arm.

“You’re a Mandalorian!” You gasp in awe.

“That took you long enough to figure out.” He almost let’s out a chuckle.

“And now you’re kidnapping me? Great.” You cross your arms as you look at the inside of the ship. Messy, yet somehow organized.

“Not kidnapping— Saving. You could’ve gotten yourself killed back there. I saved your ass.” He busies himself with the little toddler, tucking the sleeping thing into a compartment then closing it. His feet slide over to a work station, busying himself with unloading his weapons.

“What is that thing?” You swiftly change the subject.

“Not sure. All I know is that I have to protect him and keep him safe.”

You hum sarcastically in response with a little eye roll. It’s almost as if he has eyes on the back of his head.

His motions still as his helmet turns to the side to stare at you. “Stop that.” He grumbles about your attitude then continues with what he’s doing. “Whatever.” You huff.

Since the Mandalorian is busy, you take the free time to look around. Infinite weaponry and ammo, then you click a button and revolving carbonite blocks appear from inside the wall. “Frozen people in walls? Cool.” You chuckle as you walk around more.

You pick up some knick-knacks, examining the other-worldly objects. “Stop touching everything.”

He mumbles incoherently under his breath, which sounds like static coming from his helmet as he moves to climb up the ladder. Most likely to the cockpit.

So you follow, of course. The windows expand across the front, the engines growl and whirl as he clicks bright buttons on the dash.

“Where are you taking me?” Your voice croaks out as the ship rises into the air.

“Back to Kessel. I’m not getting chased by whoever you’re fleeing from. You need to deal with your own problems.”

The statement sends a chill through your whole body, “But— no. You can’t. I’ll die. I’ll be killed. Come on, just like you said, I’m just a kid...” Your hands grip the back of his seat to steady yourself as the ship rises into the air.

“Sit down.” The ship levels so you could safely move to a seat.

You can feel the emotions overcome you, unable to hold them back as you buckle yourself in.

“I’d rather be thrown out of an airlock then go back there.” You mumble to yourself.

A soft raspy laugh leaves the helmet.

“Really? An airlock? Who is chasing you anyway?”

You sniffle as you wipe your tears and runny nose on your sleeve.

“I don’t know. My parents... They were caught up in some sketchy shit, they were killed... or they went missing, I’m not even sure, but I was left alone to fend for myself. I escaped before... whoever got them came looking for me.”

The Mandalorian lets out a pitiful sigh, “Look... I don’t have any room for you. No bed, no clothes. I don’t know what you want me to do.”

He clicks a few buttons to let the ship hover between outer space and the planets atmosphere below. He turns his seat to stare at the shaking, fearful teenager.

He notices how your arms are wrapped around yourself in a way of comfort, your inflamed nose, watery eyes, and your quivering bottom lip. You remind him of himself as a child.

Just by the image in front of him, he mentally battled himself to made a vow to protect you. Just how the Mandalorians did for him.

He’s unsure how to comfort in this situation, so he swivels back around to steer the ship into space. He clicks a few buttons which causes everything to shake as it shoots forward into blue swirls.

“Wow.” He hears you whisper softly behind him. He couldn’t help but crack a smile under his armor.

Silence radiates through the bridge of the ship. It’s awkward and tense.

You think you’re going to be dropped off on Kessel to encounter the impending doom of your death, to be worked until exhaustion catches up to you.

The Mandalorian finally breaks the silence as he stands tall from his seat and down the ladder. You squirm uncomfortably in your own as your eyes dart around the small area.

Once he returns, he’s followed with coos and babbles from the big-eared fuzzy adorable baby. He slides past your seat into his.

“Do you want to hold him?” He breaks the tension as his chair rotates around so he’s facing you again.

A subtle ray of happiness bursts through your chest as you nod and reach for him. The baby also reaches for you as the Mandalorian hands him over to you.

He’s much heavier than you expected. His little green hand comes to rest on your cheek, making your bottom lip begin to quiver even more. It makes an odd noise of approval then settles into your lap.

He makes grabby hands for something. You watch as the Mandalorian unscrews a metal ball from a lever to hand to the kid.

It suddenly flies from his gloved hand into his green ones like an invisible force brought it to him.

The energy in the room buzzes with excitement and goosebumps tickle the surface of your skin. “What was that?” You mumble in astonishment. Your lips part in surprise as you look between the magic child in your lap and the tin-man.

“Not sure. I just know that he’s special. He does that sometimes.” He says nonchalantly through his mask, his shoulders rise and drop as if it was nothing.

The pitch black visor eyes you for a few more moments before turning to direct his attention to the dashboard.

The kid allows you to take the ball and gently toss it into the air so he could let it float down slowly to him. You watch in awe, eyes twinkling with amazement.

You’ve heard of such powers, but you didn’t know if it was just a folktale.

After playing with the metal ball and his powers, he relaxes against your body with the ball secured between his tiny fists.

“I’m not bringing you back to Kessel.” His modulated voice breaks through the silence. His words make your chest swell with hope.

“It’s going to be rough... Staying here. Only for the time being, until I can find you somewhere safer and more comfortable to live.”

He doesn’t turn to look at you as he talks, but it doesn’t even matter. At least you’ll have protection. “Thank you.” You muster up a croak and he responds with a curt nod.

The ship drops out of hyperspace, a spherical giant in view as he closes in on the atmosphere of the new planet.

He lands the ship smoothly in a loading bay, droids clamber around the ship below to work on it. You watch as an older lady with very curly hair waltz into view.

“Stay here.” He orders as he stands to his feet and disappears down the ladder. The child squeaks as he watches his caretaker leave him with you.

You almost wince as you prepare for a tantrum, but it never comes. The baby settles into your lap once again with a tiny yawn.

You couldn’t help but grow suspicious as you stand with the child on your hip to look out the front window. You instantly spot the shiny armor and the woman talking to him. Her arms are obviously expressing her feelings as they flail around her.

Then her eyes dart from him to you, she squints. Then the Mandalorian takes notice of her divided attention. He whips around and stares through his black visor. Even if you can’t see his face, you read his body language that he’s a bit upset.

I guess he didn’t want you to be seen yet.

The lady turns back to him and it seems as if she’s scolding him. His shoulders drop a bit then his hand raises to beckon you to come down.

Excitement rises in your chest as you slowly, and carefully, make your way down the ladder with the child. When your feet hit the metal flooring, you hear footsteps ascend the ramp.

With a gulp and a rise in your anxiety, you turn around to look at him and the lady staring at you. The child makes a noise of happiness when he spots her and she smiles in awe when he reaches for her.

As the lady walks up to grab the child, she smiles at you. “Hi, I’m Peli.” She gently scoops the child from your arms. “He told me a lot about you.” She points her thumb behind her to motion toward him.

“Hi.” You mumble, a bit guarded by her being a stranger. 

Peli moves to walk down the ramp, your eyes go wide as you point at her. “She’s taking him!” You yelp as you go to run after her but his arm juts out to scoop you up.

Your legs kick as you’re lifted from the ground, a grunt falls from your lips. “Let go of me!”

“Stop it. I trust her. You should too. She watches him for me when I’m busy doing other things.” His grip loosens from your waist once your fierce demeanor sizzles out.

You wriggle away from him, annoyance evident on your features as you glare at him. Although, you’re secretly glad he caught you before you got to her.

“Come on. We’re going into town.”

“We?” You squeak with wild eyes as you watch him tread down the ramp.

Not wanting to stay in the ship by yourself, you follow him. Your eyes scan the area for anybody else, but it’s only you, him, the lady, her droids, and the kid.

He leads you up some stairs into a bustling market above the ship stations, “So, what’s your name? Or nickname? What should I call you?” You ramble as you walk side by side with him.

You can’t help but take notice to everyone scurrying out of his path.

“My name...” He mumbles hesitatingly, “My name is Din. You can also call me Mando, I guess. Some people call me that.”

“Din... Mando...” You mumble softly, letting the words roll off your tongue experimentally. “Cool, I like it.”

“What should I call you?” He questions softly, almost as if he isn’t sure you’ll want to tell him, but you do. You reveal your name to him, as well as some nicknames. Even the not-so-nice ones your mother called you when you were in trouble.

Suddenly, the sweetest, most delicious smell wafts by and you can’t help but suddenly search for where it’s coming from. Your stomach lets out an animalistic growl, even making the Mandalorian comment on it.

“Hungry?” He puts a hand between your shoulders to aid in weaving you through the crowd to the food stand. The smell gets stronger once you spot it.

“What do you want? Get anything.” His own helmet moves as he looks over the menu.

“Anything..?” You breathe out in surprise as you look up at him. You’ve never been offered that, not even by your own parents. Din looks down at you and nods.

“I want... That, and that. Also that.” You point to a spiraled fried blue spotted vegetable on a skewer, as well as a sugar coated donut and a fizzy drink.

He hands over a few credits as the vendor slides the food over to you. You mumble a grateful thanks and instantly dig in.

Mando leads you down the alleyway in the market as you eat, you can feel his eyes on you since you’re not really watching where you’re going. Too occupied.

He stops at another stand, this one has clothing. You swallow your food thickly, “Are you seriously buying me clothes too?” You almost cough out from a piece of food getting stuck in your throat.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit dirty. Don’t know if you knew that.”

His words make your cheeks heat up, sending a death glare toward him.

“Obviously.” You huff sassily as you eye the clothing hanging up behind the elderly lady.

You pick out two pairs of pants and a few shirts, “Don’t worry, pick out some more, I’ll be right back.” His hand rests on your shoulder for a moment, his other hand plops a bag into your bag on your back. “That should cover everything.” Then he just disappears away into the crowd. 

You didn’t even get time to respond, you’re left alone, your mouth open with food sitting inside. You realize the old lady grimaces at the view of the chewed food so you swallow it and continue shopping. 

Once you have armfuls of outfits picked out, some new boots, and your food wrappers are strewn around various places of the shop, it’s time to cash out. 

After laying your pile of clothing on the counter, you fish for money in your pack, listening for the jingle of credits. The old lady keeps an eye on you suspiciously, but of course you’re oblivious to her stares. 

She packs everything into two canvas totes and croaks out the price. Your eyes bulge wildly as you search for the correct amount to hand to her. The Mandalorian had given you way more than enough. 

Why is he trusting you with this much money?

After you slide over the amount, you quickly seal up his bag and slide it back into your pack. You shoot her a smile when she hands you the bags, but she doesn’t reciprocate the same positive energy. 

Swiftly, you snatch the bags to hang them on your arms and gather the garbage you left around to throw in the nearby trash can. Where could he have gone? 

Your eyes search the crowd for his infamous beskar armor, hoping you catch the gleam of it in the sea of people. 

You start to grow nervous. He wouldn’t desert you on this planet right? He said he was going to find you a safe place to live. He got you food, clothing, and gave you money...

Your heart drops. He did. He’s left you here to fend for yourself. Suddenly your brain goes into flight or fight mode and cranks with ideas to survive the night. 

The credits he gave you could easily get you comfortable lodging, you could shower and then tomorrow morning you could hop on someone’s ship. 

Tears prick at your eyes. You’re going to miss that fuzzy baby. Anger whirls through your body when you think of the back-stabbing Mandalorian. 

Then you stop in your tracks, sniffing loudly when you realize you’ve been walking away from the shop. You don’t even know where you are right now. 

A few people curse at you to move out of the way of traffic. A hand grips the pack hanging on your back, causing your small frame to stumble backward. You yelp fearfully when you look behind you, seeing a cloaked man attempting to rob you.

No, no, no, no. 

You drop your shopping bags to defend yourself without the heavy clothing weighing you down. You throw a mean right hook, hitting the person right on the jaw. The thump into your knuckles instantly begins, but you choke down the grimace on your face.

“Don’t make this hard on you, kid. Just give me the damn money.” Their hand extends in attempt to grab you again but you swiftly dodge out of their reach. 

Your eyes frantically search the people around who seem to not care you’re getting robbed. “Just leave me alone. You don’t want to do this. My dad is a Mandalorian, he’ll rip you to fucking shreds.” You spit out furiously. 

Dad? Why did you just say he was your father?

The person under the cloak chuckles, showing off their rotten teeth, a switchblade opens at their side. “A Mandalorian? Ha. Well, where is he right now?” 

“He’s right here.” The familiar modulated voice sounds from above you, a smile instantly breaks across your face as Din floats down, his jet-pack whirring with life.

A wire shoots out of his arm, wrapping itself around the thug’s ankles. The jet-pack accelerates upward, bringing the man with him. Now hanging upside down in the air. 

He lets out the most horrified scream as they shoot upward into the sky, the only thing you can make out is the fire flowing from Mando’s back. 

“Get him! Yes!” You cheer as the wire swings him in circles and finally retracts, making the man fly out of your vision in the air. Hopefully to his death. 

Mando slowly makes his way back down to the ground, landing away from you. He picks up your totes full of clothing off the sandy ground, his black visor stares a hole through you as he marches toward you. 

You couldn’t help but feel bad for him hearing you call him dad, you don’t want to put that responsibility on him. Then anger beats through your veins, your hands instinctively push against his chest but he doesn’t budge. 

“You left me! Why did you leave me?! I thought you fucking dropped me off and ditched me! You gave me food, clothing and money. What else was I supposed to think?!” You screeched as you ball your fists at your sides. Realizing soon enough that your outburst was not needed, nor is his silence.

“I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me, but why?” You mumble, your eyes drop to look down at your shoes as you attempt to calm the fire burning in your chest.

“I didn’t think you’d roam around and get into trouble. I went back to the shop and the old lady was gone, the shop was closed. I had a feeling something was wrong.” He took another step toward you, “So I went into the skies and then I found you.” 

The Mandalorian knew deep down that he had some kind of maternal instinct take over him to protect you once he saw you crying in his ship, but when you called him dad he suddenly got emotional under his layers of armor. “I’m... sorry. I won’t let you out of my sight. Ever again.”

His arm rises to rest on your shoulder comfortingly as he watches you break down slowly in front of him again. 

It started with your bottom lip quivering, your arms instinctively wrap around your body in attempt to console yourself. Your shoulders cave forward as a sob wracks through your body. 

Din hesitantly pulls you into his metal chest, unsure on how to comfort but he guesses a hug could help. 

And it did. 

His secure arms that are wrapped around you makes you feel safe, like the tin-man really is the father figure you never truly had. As your tears steam up his beskar chest plate, his hands gently pat your back reassuringly. 

The universe finally felt as if it was on your side. As if everything has clicked perfectly into place and this is where you’re meant to be.

“Let’s go back to the ship, ad’ika. I bet the little one will be excited to see us. You can get cleaned up too.” A soft relieved sigh falls from your lips when he mentions the green baby and a shower. 

Yep, if this is what the universe has planned for you— You won’t complain. 

-

a/n: um i don’t usually write stuff like this, but i had so much fun with this one. y'all know i love romance and angst, but this is so good. i’m proud of myself. hope u liked it!!!

Cal Kestis As Your Boyfriend

↬ Cal Kestis Bf Headcanons ★

anon: “hello! i would like a headcanon of cal kestis being your boyfriend, something fluff for a female reader 😖 please”

anon: “hey! could you write dating cal kestis headcanons please and thank you🙏🙏”

✧ Genre: fluff fluff & more fluff with a tiny bit of angst

✧ Media: headcanon / bullet-point

↬ gender neutral reader :)

the MOST annoying adorable jedi bf ever.

probably not too much pda only cause he's embarrassed after Cere teased him about you two

but ALONE he's the sweetest most loving boyfriend in the galaxy

he doesn't always like to voice his emotions, but he's happy to hear yours

whether you are ecstatically telling him about a mission or adventure that went well, how cute it was to see BD-1 flying around the few times he did, or if you were upset after a nightmare or mission gone wrong.

but sometimes you end up pulling his feelings out of him

not that you force it

but he becomes more comfortable with you the longer you two are together

TAKES U ON SO MANY HIKES

idk hikes or picnics on Bogano or pretty waterfalls on Zeffo are his favorite things ever

literally his idea of a date

or killing stormtroopers & bog rats together😍

he uh… he's learning how dates normally go 

but you don't mind

soooo hard working

takes care of you like ur his child or something and you do the same

like "Oh Y/N can I get you some water?"

"Don't trip, Flower, I don't want you getting hurt."

but you're the same with him

"Cal, can I make you some breakfast?"

"When was the last time you took a nice hot bath? I can draw you one if you want?"

you guys just hella take care of each other 

and bcs you're both so attentive and aware your communication is 👌👌👌

but also he is such a diva HAHAHAHA 

pretends to get annoyed about the stupidest things

"Y/N can you put your shoes by the door instead of my room please🙄✋" 

but he'll literally be wearing his shoes laying on his bed AND UR LIKE ???😃😃

Cal is such a fashionista so for your birthday he decides you also need a matching pink poncho

you guys wear them everywhere together

Greez says you two look like walking cotton candy

you guys laugh together a lot too

sometimes it's laughing until your lungs hurt 

or it's completely silent - but it's not awkward

sometimes you both love just sitting in each others presence knowing the other is beside you

he's so funny on accident

like he'll make comments about things that make you absolutely crack up

and you'll be laughing so hard that he doesn't even realize how funny he's being

and you laugh even harder at his confused demeanor and questions to what was so funny

one time😭

he brings you flowers back from Kashyyyk for your anniversary😭

but man's doesn't want you to see them so he doesn't put them in the terrarium 

and they literally die LMFAO

he goes to get them and comes back so sad like 😞</3

"I-I got you these flowers, and they were so nice, I swear… they just-"

 Is literally upset about it for the next week

But it's okay because your gift to him was a hike & picnic on Kashyyyk ofc

and the same flowers were right by the spot you two settled down in :)

You guys just get each other

and it's nice to know another young person so full of life and spirit that you bring out of each other :) ♡

hi everyone!

thank you all SO much for the love on my Cal headcanons. I really did not expect that! I'm working on your asks right now :)♡ expect more content very soon

- madi ☆

Calentines Day ♡

 ↬ Cal Kestis x Fem!Reader

✧ Genre: FLUFF

✧ Word count: 1.1k

✧ Warnings: None! just cute stuff :)

<3 author’s note: this is something I just whipped up really fast last night for Valentine’s day, so there many be a couple spelling errors. Hope you enjoy regardless! Have a wonderful monday ❀ :)

✧ Summary: You told your Jedi boyfriend what Valentine's Day was. He doesn’t really understand. Or so you thought...

"What's it called again? Valley time...day?"

You scrunch your nose. "Valentine's day?"

"Yes! That. So...what does that have to do with me again?"

You were walking slowly behind Cal, holding his shoulders as you guided him forward on the Mantis' cold steel floor, hoping he didn't trip on the way. He was blind folded, a small maroon peice of fabric obscuring his vision. All he could make out was a deep shade of red whenever he tried opening his eyes.

You had just landed on Bogano - which Cal was still unaware of. He breathed in as you two stepped off the Mantis.

"Hm. It smells like...am I allowed to guess?"

You smacked his shoulder lightly. He laughed.

"I'll take that as a no."

-♡-

"Okay. Just, stay right there," you said, fixing your hair and playing with your fingers. You wanted everything to be perfect for the boy that had seemed to bring you endless and loyal joy like the sun itself. You shuffled around a bit longer as Cal's hands went on his hips. BD was back on the ship, though you swear you could hear his beeping from the door at the sight you created.

You stepped lightly so you were right in front of Cal, peeking behind your shoulder one last time to make sure everything looked okay. Not okay. Perfect.

You smiled lightly as you reached behind his soft head of hair, untying the burgany cloth from his face.

His eyes opened delicately, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the orange hues of the sun setting on Bogano.

Long, thin green plants and grass seemed to sorround the soft, white blanket on the ground, a bottle of Cal's favorite drink from back home sat on the dirt beside it, and a woven picnic basket sat overflowing on the blanket. Inside were his favorite candies, snacks, and some gorgeous purple flowers You'd brought back from Zeffo. They were his favorite.

His eyes opened wide at the sight, floating from his favorite items to a small pink box on the left, tied nicely with a bow - then to the right, candles of all sizes flickering in the still, warm, air, letting go of a soft scent that smelled like you.

His eyes were wide, as was his mouth. He walked over carefully as he took it in.

"Y/N...This is wonderful."

You blushed, and he turned around to face you, nothing how you stood still in place, looking at him sweetly as your fingers fiddled with each other.

"Well c'mon you gotta join me!" He reached for your hands and led you to the blanket, giggling, causing you to do the same.

You both sat and ate, drank, and laughed, Cal inching closer to you each moment if it was even possible. You leaned on his shoulder, gazing at the sun as the sky turned to pinks and deep purples.

'Oh, before I forget." You reached for the pink box, handing it to Cal.

"What's this?"

You watched giddily as he rotated the present, staring at you as if he was trying to read your mind. Oh Maker. Maybe he really was.

"Don't do that thing, Cal, or I'll take the present back!"

He laughed again, focusing all of his senses on a rose pink colored box in his hands.

He unraveled the white ribbon tying it together and lifted the lid.

"You're kidding."

He lifted up a piece of pink fabric that would so well drape over his shoulders as did the other god-knows-how-many ponchos in his closet.

The next thing you knew you were getting tackled to the ground in a bone crushing hug.

"I love it."

Cal lifted himself off of you after awhile, taking off the red poncho he wore before. It was his effort of committing to this 'Valentines' holiday you seemed so excited about. He hoped you liked it, but he was even more happy to be wearing one you got him.

"Did you make this?"

You nodded shyly, proud of your work but hoping he enjoyed it as much as you did.

He gave you a single heartfelt smile before leaning into you.

"I love it, sweet girl."

He planted a kiss on your lips with his soft ones, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

He pulled away slowly as you two savored the heartfelt moment. You swear you could see hearts in the clouds along the deep-pink skyline as your cheeks matched the lovely color.

"I got you something too. BD!"

The small droid came scurrying down to the two of you, two small hearts on both wires pointing up from his head.

"Aw, he looks adorable," you cooed, as the droid booped cutely at you.

"Well..." Cal spoke, looking at his small friend.

"Open up."

A small container on the side of BD-1's head slid out, a tiny red box inside.

Cal picked it up gently, closing the compartment and handing it to you.

"Cal...you didn't have to..."

"Oh don't be ridiculous. You really think I wouldn't get you anything."

"I mean you don't know too much about 'Valley time day."

The jedi scoffed, before saying, "I'm a fast learner."

"That you a..." You'd opened the box. inside, a small, beautiful ring sat delicately in the black velvet. It was silver and spotless, cold to the touch. But the best part about it was the sparkling piece of light blue that sat in the center of it. It was gorgeous - shimmering in your eyes as you twisted it back and forth, it's small, jagged edges dancing in what was left of the light.

Cal reached for your hands slowly, taking the box out of it as he slid the ring on your pointer finger.

"When I was on Ilum trying to find my next Kyber Crystal I...a piece of the one in my saber," he looked down to his belt, "chipped off. I thought it would make a pretty piece of something for you."

"Oh, Cal..."

You started the at ring, eyes flickering to his lightsaber ever now and then. You could feel his warm, loving gaze on you, and the heartfelt gift was too overwhelming - you began to cry.

"Hey...wha-what's wrong?" Cal asked you softly, his hands instinctively driftng to your legs.

You let out one small laugh at his gesture, gazing up into his eyes. His eyes were worried, his forehead creased as his mouth hung slight open, as if he was afraid to speak.

Meanwhile - Cal was freaking out in his head. Did he do something wrong? Do you not like it? Is this too soon?

"I didn't mean to— "

"Cal. I love it." The tears from your eyes slowed, a few still dripping down your face as you smiled at the ring. You could hear him let out a huge sign.

Your eyes floated back up to his, your smile growing wider as you put your arms around him, laughing.

"I love you, Cal."

"I love you too."

Breathe

↬ Rey x Force Senstive!Reader ♥

✧ Genre: fluff !

✧  Word count: 500 (this is v short)

✧  Warnings: none :)

↬ fem! reader (could also be read as gender neutral)

<3 author’s note: i love love love her sm so here is this short fic ! ❀ :) I’m currently working on my requests - I have some Anakin, Luke, Cal, and Merrin stuff in the works... ;) 

✧ Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve been able to feel the Force, and there’s no better way to do it then have your Jedi girlfriend help you out.

“Come here. I’m going to help you relax.”

Her soft, silky voice aided her hands in guiding your leg to cross on the floor. 

“Now put your hands on your knees. They can face the sky or downward.” She grazed your hands with light fingers, setting them gently on your legs. You felt her move around you, ever aware of her presence as your eyes fluttered shut. 

She moved just behind you. You noticed stray strands of her smooth hair dangling from her face, tickling the side of your cheek. You could feel her hovering over you on the right, whispering gently into your ear, “Now breathe. Just in and out, like that. Softly. Don’t force it, okay? Let it be natural.” 

You’d swear it was working if her sweet voice wasn’t putting you to sleep. But not enough to really do so…it was working. 

It had been a long time since you’d felt the force. It used to be a wonderful, playful, magical thing in your life. It brought you peace and allowed you to feel free, even if it was just for a moment. 

That was until being hunted down by Inquisitors and the Empire corrupted your flow and relationship with the force. Until now, it had been a symbol of restraint and horror to you. It was something to be ashamed of. It had been what kept you on the run and what eventually got you captured and tortured. You had resented it. You’d hated it.

But that warmth you felt now - the feeling of it rushing and humming all around you, through your fingertips, hair, and entire body. Through the floor you sat on, Rey’s saber sat near her body, and the woman herself who had let you reconnect with your first love and light again.

Your second love was quiet. She was concentrating hard, making it her goal to help you reconnect with the force. She could feel a sudden, warm, pink presence in the air. It was lovely, swirling all infront of her like a bubble of compassion, friendlessness, and sweetness.

Though your saber was blue, Rey often found the color aura of Jedi’s around her matched their saber. Her yellow aura was clear as day to you despite your closed eyes. It mixed with reds and blue, pinks and greens - but the clearest was that sunshine yellow. Your mind flooded with happiness, joy, and hope as you reached for her through the force. 

You both opened your eyes once you’d forgotten to breathe, the familiar yet fairly experienced scenario stripping your other scenes. 

You were gasping for air as Rey stroked your arm, coming to your side right as she broke from it as you did. 

Once your breath returned, your heart beating as it should - or as slow as it could with her presence - she moved excitedly in front of you. Her hands gripped your shoulders softly, shaking you as she shouted, “That was you! I felt you, you did it!” 

A long needed hug from the Jedi ensured as her arms wrapped around your frame, the warmth of her shoulder muffling your tears. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course, love. I’ll never let you lose it again.”

Practice

↬ Luke Skywalker x reader ♥

anon: hello 👋🏼 may i request a luke skywalker x fem!reader with fluff? could it be about luke showing the reader how to use his lightsaber and while training, reader accidentally trips and falls into luke’s arms and they share a kiss? tysm ♥️”

✧ Genre: fluff!!!

✧ Warnings: none

✧ Word Count: >1k

↬ intended for fem! reader (but could also be read as gender neutral)

<3 author’s note: im finally getting through most of my asks! if you havent seen yours yet, anon or not, it will be out soon :)

“I believe you’re ready.”

“To try with the…” Your eyes trailed up the emerald beam of light the Jedi stood in front of you held. Each time he’d shown you how to use the weapon, you’d been extremely eager to get your hands on the real thing. You were sick of using a beat-up old staff as a replacement. But the moment he offered you the item he wielded so graceful and effortlessly, you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

“Luke, I can’t—”

“Come here.” 

He moved your hands towards his saber, his fingers carefully ghosting over your arms. “See? It’s not that heavy.” You could feel the energy from his teasing smile behind you.

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” You said laughing. 

“I know.” He gave you a warm, comforting gaze as you looked to his eyes for guidance the Jedi was certain you didn’t need.

“You’ve got it. Just,” he stepped close again, “feel it in your hand, try waving it around.”

He backed away this time, hands intertwined behind his back as he focused on you.

The pressure on your shoulders felt like two Hutts sat on them, though you knew Luke didn’t care what the outcome was, or at least wouldn’t judge you.

You began oscillating it around silly, getting a feel for the weight of it in your hands. You gripped it harshly with your dominant hand, waving the saber around like a child admiring their new toy on Christmas. 

You could almost feel Luke’s eyes burning holes into you as they pondered over your movements. You froze, words stumbling out of your trembling lips as you stuttered, “I’m not a Jedi, Luke, are you sure this is okay?”

He laughed lightly, backing away further as he allowed you to try what you have been practicing. 

“Just don’t chop your hand off, please.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the smile on your face.

You began twirling the saber and dragging it down every now and then, as if you were really striking something.Once you felt comfortable, you let the blade drop to your right side, then your left, your grip on the hilt never waving as glowing green spun through the air around you. 

You almost were starting to get cocky, but were more concerned with the extremely dangerous object in your hand than impressing Luke.

But you were doing quite well, that was until a small dent in the floor disrupted your flow…and balance. 

Luke’s gloved hand reached out directly for the saber. It flew towards him and he gripped it steadily, turning it off as you fell. You would’ve fallen straight onto the saber like a piece of meat on a barbeque skewer if it wasn’t for his quick reflexes and use of the Force. He even had time to grab your waist with his other hand, neither yourself or the saber touching the ground. 

His face hovered over yours, closer than it had ever been. The only thing that separated your faces was the thick air that was making your face feel hot. 

You expected the Jedi to be scowling, or most likely to have a knowing look of disapproval on his face - one that said, “Don’t try to prove yourself to me again or something like that will happen next time, too.” And similar words were on the edge of his tongue. But you were so close…

He could smell the perfume on your neck and could feel your breath tickling his face. From your position, the sounds of others training and the rushing of waterfalls in the temple were fading like the twin suns on Tatooine at night. All you could focus on were his bright, stone colored eyes. The ones that told you a thousand words and seemed to hold all the light in the galaxy inside. 

His eyes danced over your face and landed on your lips. He blinked a few times before you did the same, closing the gap between you both.

It was sudden yet the timing felt perfect. Your eyes both shut as your senses focused elsewhere. His mouth was velvety, and you both felt like your lips were burning. It was warm like a fire, and soft like the jedi robes you were now clinging to. 

Luke pulled away as air was pulling in through his nose, you breathing with an open mouth. You stood up right and cleared your throat.

“So,” your breath was uneven, your fingers finding the edge of your shirt very interesting as you continued, “if I fall again like that, will I get the same treatment, Skywalker?”

He rolled his eyes as you let out a shaky laugh, like he had been holding his breath, or composure - you weren't sure. 

He clipped his saber onto his belt, peering up at you through his eyelashes, a smug look on his face as he spoke. “Until next time.”

I'm adding x reader tags for the purpose of knowing that they will probably come up with the funniest shit ever

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list:

The "love" ones: Bucky (marvel), Boone (twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (marvel), Rooster (topgun), Jensen (the actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar

The "liked" ones: Bruce (harley quinn), Tyler (twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Wally, Mudflap

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (topgun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!

Hey yall, I need some help. So hopefully in about 2 years I'll be able to get a puppy. My dad (who I still live with, sad I know) wants to wait because right now we're not ready for another dog. (We currently have a dog, the cat further down in my blog is my mom's cat, if it's still there) he also won't let me if our current dog isn't doing good at that time. But anyways I'm thinking about getting a chocolate lab puppy. I know for sure I'm getting a lab but I want to get a chocolate one. I've picked out some names already because I like doing that. I want some help thinking of more names. I tagged a bunch of Fandoms so hopefully I can get some nerdy names but I also want hilarious names!

Our current list: favorites of each category are in purple, eliminated are crossed

The "love" ones: Bucky (Marvel), Boone (Twisters), Coffee Beans or Beans (nickname(nn)), Butter, Captain Wigglebutt or Wiggles (nn), Meatball, Moose, Godzilla, Bandit, Bruno, Guinness, Diesel, Sparrow, Milo, Baloo (Jungle Book), Perceus or Percy/Perc (Percy Jackson), Winston (after a horse i used to ride), Balto (Balto), Bowser (Mario)

The "really liked" ones: Rocket (Marvel), Rooster (Top Gun), Jensen (the Actor), Potato, Brownie, Caesar, Scooter, Reuben or Roo, Cappuccino or Cap, Angus or Gus (Disney's Brave), Dakota or Kota, Hawk, Drogo (GOT)

The "liked" ones: Bruce (Harley Quinn), Tyler (Twisters), Raleigh (Pacific rim), Walter or Wally, Mudflap, Otis (Chicago Fire), Simon or Si (cod ig), Tango, Halo, Wedge, Equinox or Quin/Nox, Pluto (the planet)

The "not my favorite but they're good names" ones: Maverick (Top Gun), Logan (Xmen)

So please, message me, reblog this, comment what ever, tell me some good names whether they be Fandom related, just down right funny, or both. One thing, try to keep a little bit to the theme of him being a chocolate lab and a male. Like coffee beans because they're brown and I think Beans would be a hilarious names. If the name has a nickname please tell me that too. Thank you everyone!!!

I JUST WROTE A 2487 WORDS STAR WARS X READER FANFICTION DRABBLE

ITS 3:44 IN THE MORNING HELP

I BULLSHITED HALF OF IT SO IF I RETOUCH IT AND PROOF READ IT IT'LL BE MORE WORDS OMG WHEN DID IT COME TO THIS

ITS FOUR PAGES AAAAAAA

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𝓓𝓪𝔂 18 - Intense disagreements || Poe Dameron x fem!reader

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Summary: As soon as you spotted Poe with another girl, you became enraged. Poe finds an unexpected way to relieve your anger when you both return to your quarters.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 2400

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Angry Sex

"How could you do that?!" I yell at Poe. “Are you sleeping with her, huh?!” The word anger seems appropriate when I describe my feelings, but perhaps furious would be a better description of the current situation I and Poe are in.

"How could I do what? Why are you so insistent on arguing about everything?" Dameron raises his tone, standing right behind me.

As I turn around, my body shaking from all the pent up anger, "What the hell are you thinking?" I scream at him.

"Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" He asks, his tone oh so condescending.

I feel like slapping Poe, for the way he acts, always so confident and sure of himself, sometimes it almost seems like he doesn't care about anyone else. "I'm delusional?" I roll my eyes  while Dameron pushes me hard against the door, causing my back to hit it. “You were with some other woman, how am I supposed to react, huh?!”

Before I protest and make Poe feel sorry for his move, his lips are on mine, claiming, possessing.

My hands are on Poe's shirt, ready to yank him off, but instead I pull him toward me, as Dameron deepens the kiss, tongue probing and devouring. As his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body against him, I moan in anticipation.

Like a fire, I feel his desire growing and burning.

The fingers of my left hand find their way into his hair as I tug at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust in my heart.

"Ah," Dameron croans into my mouth, breaking the kiss as one hand grazes over my backside, cupping me; his other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze before pulling me forward into his embrace.

As much as I want to ravage Poe, there is nothing delicate about how he holds me, about the way he holds my ass and my neck. Dameron palms my breast roughly through my blouse as his hand moves downward.

Feeling my need as strong as his, I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch.

As he steps back an inch to look at my face, Dameron hisses, "Do you know how mad you make me?" His eyes are so alive, so brazen.

"Show me," I dare him with my chin high, and the next instant I find myself with my front against the door and my hands at my back, Poe holding me still.

My blouse is torn after he pulls me back, allowing just enough space between the door and me for his hand to fit. I revel in anticipation of his touch, but what I don't anticipate is my blouse being torn in half. "Hey! Do you have fucking idea how much I spent on this blouse on Canto Bight?!"

I'm too shocked to react as Poe tugs my jeans down next, letting my hands go in the process. This gives me the leverage I need to push myself against the door and turn around.

"Not so soon," Poe replies dismissively when I try the same; I wriggle his pants against the door as my panties are the next to be torn.

When I am left standing with only my bra, I feel the warmth of Poe's body behind me; I push up towards Poe, teasing him. And then Dameron spanks me.

The strange sensation of pain and desire causes me to breathe out loudly.

He spanks me again, on the other ass cheek and my ear is nipped as he whispers, "Do you want me to show you?" His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra, pooling my breasts into his warm, calloused hands, as though weighing them.

I can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection; Poe tugs at my nipple a few times until I'm sure I might burst.

The tugging and squeezing of Dameron against my breasts make me clench up my legs; Dameron wants me to plead, and I might, if I weren't so mad at him.

I am being tortured on purpose by him for revenge.

Poe stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him; I grind back against him, letting him know my purpose; his jeans scraping against my bare skin feels amazing.

After a few moments, his right hand leaves my hip and I hear his belt buckle being undone and his jeans falling to the ground.

Poe's left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault, while his right hand spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between them which is pooling with moisture; he groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside. His fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there without a moment's delay.

My hands thrash back on his shoulder as I cry out helplessly. His eyes are fixed on me the whole time, I can easily feel it.

Within minutes, I'm on the brink; my body tightens, ready for the last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving. I know this game, but that doesn't make me less resilient to it; it only means more frustration and anger. In a trance, I open my eyes to see Poe smiling down at me, that pure masculine, smug smile of his.

In the next second, his fingers pick up where they left off so abruptly, rubbing viciously at my already swollen clitoris.

"Oh God!" I moan, biting my lip and trying not to smile because I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me, although it is obvious he is doing it humorlessly.

He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier. His voice is dark as he tells me, "This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. I feel this way every time you argue with me without a fucking reason, Y/N."

Inhaling heavily, I process his words, so raw and ardent.

He spreads my legs with one knee, pulling me back a few inches, not totally standing nor completely bent over, but just at his mercy. "Now, it's time for my fucking reward."

I hold onto the door, bracing myself.

I feel him seething deep inside me as he pushes in one long, hard thrust, letting out a grunt.

Incoherent sounds escape me as I tighten my grip on the door to brace myself.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on," Dameron states in a low, strangled voice.

As he pulls back, holding my hips as leverage, he surges forward in a flash; he keeps up the pace, the rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body; the door begins to rattle with the brute force of Poe, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss, moaning for him like a cheap whore. The sounds he makes with every movement, so distinct and pleasurable, make me sprint rather than walk towards the finish line.

He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it; his fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving no doubt; he thrusts twice and falls heavily upon me, a grunt rolling off his parted lips.

Trying to catch our breaths, his hand wraps around my midriff as his nose breathes heavily into my hair. I have completely lost my grip on the door, and his hand and the other on the door are all that keep me from collapsing.

When I shift around in his embrace, facing Poe and wrapping my arms around his neck, soft, feather-like kisses turn into possessive ones; leaning forward, Poe bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap them around his hips.

Poe's eyes light up as I move against the feel of him, changing from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent; I smile sheepishly at him, marvelling at the fact that I still have some control over him, even if it's not much.

A little of the excitement rubs off on me as Dameron states, "You're going to be the death of me one day, Y/N."

While I kiss Poe, unwilling to accept this is the part where we cuddle and sleep, I find myself softly landing on the bed with my man hovering over on top of me; I didn't even realise earlier he walked to our shared bed with me in his arms.

The journey of his lips doesn't stop there; it continues forward, or rather southward, as he kisses my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, neck; kissing the exact spot where I can feel my pulse, licking, nibbling, and sucking my breasts, dipping his tongue into my navel and swirling it, my pubic bones, upper thighs, my knees, calves; he acts like a starving animal.

Poe looks down at me after slowly taking my right leg and placing it on his shoulder; his tingers run lightly against the skin on the back of my thigh.

Despite the fact that Poe has never made me feel insecure or shy in the bedroom, when he's looking down at me so intimately, I can't help but try to pull my legs together, which is impossible.

Looking every bit the devil he is, smooth and sinful, how could I ever resist Poe as he looks into my eyes like that? How could I possibly resist as the corners of his lips turn up in that grin of his?

As he kisses my clit and pushes my other leg onto his shoulder too, spreading me to his desire, his mouth moves downwards and he breathes deeply, closing his eyes; I'm watching every movement he makes.

After kissing the spot, Dameron says, "You smell wonderful, like sex and my precum."

As he spends the next few minutes kissing, I become frustrated, lifting my hips to increase the pressure of his lips on me, digging my hands into his shoulders, letting Poe know what he must be doing.

A smile spreads across his face as he thrusts his right hand's first two fingers towards my lips. "Suck," Dameron commands me simply, and I comply, imagining that it's his cock that I'm sucking, imagining his taste on my tongue as he holds my chin and angles me, pivoting his hips forward and forward, coating my throat with his precum.

While I moan around his fingers, he pulls them away from my mouth despite my protests; he moves his now wet fingers around my nipples and navel, leaving a damp trail behind. I feel his wet fingers pulling my lips apart, and his eyes are scrutinising me.

Dameron asks, "Do you want to see how wet you are?" He pushes both of his fingers deep into me, and I feel myself clamp down around him. Pulling them out, he draws a line just above. His fingers trace the same path as earlier, but backwards, circling my navel, my nipples, and then pushing into my mouth.

Poe's fingers taste salty and sweet with a trace of his precum and my juices mixed together; biting on his fingers I pull them deeper into my mouth, holding my hand on his wrist, not letting him pull them back.

I watch Poe rubbing against the edge of the bed as he growls, "Baby, what the fuck are you doing?"

As his teeth bite down on me again, I cry out; he pulls out his fingers and starts cupping my right breast; his tongue comes out, probing me open and licking precisely where it should; Poe squeezes my breast mercilessly as his tongue is pushed into my pussy; he starts slurping loudly and I roll my head back. In a deadly combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue, I scream his name while arching against the bed, cumming hardly.

When he climbs up, he lets my legs off his shoulders, and I see his lips shine with my arousal. He kisses my neck, my mouth, and flips me around so that I'm on top of him.

Straddling him, I lift myself up, holding his hard cock in one hand until I'm just a few inches away from his dick.

"That's it, girl," he breathes sharply as I sink lower onto him, feeling myself being stretched delightfully. Despite how much it kills me, I stop when Poe is only half-way inside of me and pull him out.

"Fuck," Poe curses loudly, his head rolls back on the pillow.

Using the tip of Poe, I rub myself on the spot I need the most.

His face is filled with confidence and utter satisfaction. Through clenched teeth, Peo starts, "About what I said earlier..."

"Yes?" I ask, throwing my own head back, bucking my hips back and forth, his hands tightening around my hips. I’m curious what he’ll tell me.

He says, "I didn't mean to flirt with her, but you should know Zorii and I were a thing in the past," and I sink onto him completely, letting out a ragged breath as his hard shaft spreads my pussy so thoroughly. "Oh, fuck, Y/N!" Dameron yells as he pivots into me and strikes me sharply and hard; his hips moving up and down in an attempt to meet all of my movements.

As a sudden orgasm hits me, I stop everything I'm doing and moan his name loudly, my entire body feeling like it's been torn in two; my pussy burning, my juices and release pouring down as the knot built within my abdomen snapped.

Poe continues to pound unreservedly, his grip on my hips tightens, and moments later, he lies beneath me, muscles and nerves bulging. I can feel his warm, thick seed pouring deep inside of me as he lets out an animalistic cry.

I kiss his sweat-covered chest, feeling his heart beat so rapidly under my ears as I fall onto it in the process.I drift off to sleep with Poe still inside me when Dameron says, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, "Now I understand why you got so angry. You love me a lot."

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader: Droid-Crusher

This is the first chapter of my oneshot book, which was originally posted on Quotev. You can also find it here on AO3.

[A/N]: Here we are with our first oneshot—starring the one and only Captain Rex! I hope it isn't too bad for my first oneshot in this book. The next oneshots will get better as I go, I promise!

Summary: You are a Jedi Knight battling droids on the field with Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker, his Padawan Ahsoka Tano, and the rest of the lauded Torrent Company. Unfortunately, during a skirmish against some B1s and Commando droids, you lose your lightsaber. The circumstances don’t leave much room for you to comb the battlefield for your lightsaber, so you decide to get creative.

       Warnings: None, canon-typical violence.

The chaos poured from all sides of the battlefield. You were utterly surrounded by the cacophony of blaster fire punctuated by deafening explosions and the sounds of blaster bolts hitting their targets. Before you was a sea of battledroids, waiting to be turned into shrapnel. 

Grinning at the army before you, you ignited your lightsaber and dove at the wall of Separatist droids. 

The battle reaches a deadlock. Clones from one side battled droids from the other, but neither could gain much ground.

“General, we can’t afford to lose men in the opening phase of the attack! I need you to take out that cannon on the ledge.” The voice of Captain Rex, commanding and sure, crackled onto your comm. 

“Copy that, captain. I’m on it.” You start towards the ledge, rending a path of molten metal on the way. The ledge was a small piece of work—you had to figure out how to get up while being shot at. Eyes darting around, you found that your best bet was to hoist yourself up a lower ledge, clear the gap between the two pieces of rock jutting out between that ledge and your destination, and leap on over, using a little bit of elbow grease and the Force. 

Your robes were a blur as you scaled the shorter ledge, leapt from one shelf of rock to the other between the adjacent ledges, and landed with a whoosh at the top of the highest ledge, where the cannon was releasing a barrage of fire down onto the roiling battlefield. 

Blood pounded in your ears as you dashed towards the mountain of metal that was the cannon. You readied your lightsaber for the strike that would end the torment from above for your troops. Like those of a predator, your eyes were fixated on your target—perhaps too fixated, for you failed to notice the shout of a B1 from your peripheral and the charge that was flung your way. The charge’s beeps tore you away from your objective, forcing you to think fast. 

Years of training kicked in; you harnessed the Force to redirect the charge’s path from straight at you to the cannon before you. There was one small problem, though—you had been standing too close to the cannon when the charge detonated. 

“Oh n—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your reflexes fired. You leapt back from the radius of the explosion and the flying shrapnel that would surely turn you to ribbons without your Jedi training, but the impact still knocked the wind from your lungs and sent you plummeting over the edge of the outcrop and back into the battle below. 

You scrambled to save yourself, cushioning your fall with the Force and tumbling to a stop among numerous bewildered battle droids. 

“Wow, a Jedi!” Exclaimed one B1 with as much interest as a droid could express. “Wait, a Jedi?!” That interest didn’t last. You found their blasters aimed at you, which was not an unusual sight at this point. Your hands searched for the lightsaber you had been holding moments earlier, but you only found air. Without time to search for your lightsaber, you had barely a second to act before you were turned into a charred mess. 

It was at that moment that you spotted it. 

“Blast ‘em!” One droid shouted, and the blaster fire began. But you were gone in an instant, leaving them to shoot at the scorched earth where you had just stood. “Huh?” The droids were puzzled. They looked around amongst themselves, wondering where their target had gone off to. The coast seemed clear, but—

CLANG!

The droid fell like a tree, head disconnected from its durasteel body. You stood behind the droid, chest heaving, with a heavy rifle—taken off a fallen clone trooper, no doubt—held aloft. You swung around the rifle as hard and fast as you could muster, the hefty barrel connecting with your next victim's durasteel face. 

"Whoaaaa!" The droid cried in nasally but emotionless droid-speak while its head spun around rapidly. Unable to spare another second in the midst of fighting, you kicked the addled droid to the ground and unceremoniously ripped its head off, thus putting the clanker out of commission—permanently. You grabbed the fallen droid's abandoned blaster and continued to shoot, knocking out droid after droid until an unlucky shot from a Commando droid knocked your pilfered rifle from your gloved hands. Cursing under your breath, you charged into the crowd of droids while the rest of the Torrent Company provided cover fire from behind you, slack-jawed.

"What are you doing, Y/N!? That's suicide!" A familiar voice crackled over your commlink. Captain Rex shook his head in disapproval as he spoke into his commlink, watching from the opposite side of the charred battlefield while he blasted his way through the oncoming droids. 

"Don't mind me, Rex. I'll be fine!" You replied enthusiastically, blasting a droid with its own weapon. "I'll be done with this mob in no time—" 

CLANG!

You grunted, dodging a Commando droid's vibroblade, whirling around and repeatedly beating it with some poor B1's durasteel arm. Unable to process the given circumstances, the Commando shot blindly, blaster bolts flying everywhere. Continuing to beat the clanker, you gripped the Commando's free arm, which was still clutching a blaster and firing uncontrollably, and twisted it with all your might. The sickening screech of motors and metal resisting your strength grated at your ears until finally, the arm finally snapped off, sparks of electricity flying everywhere. 

"Die!" You yelled, firing a blaster bolt through the droid's chest using its own rifle. Satisfied with your painstaking handiwork, you rose to your full height with a satisfied exhale. "That should do it." Without further pondering, you continued to dodge blaster bolts, tackling B1s and dismantling Commandos limb by limb until they fell to the ground in fragmented robot parts, fizzing with electricity. Suddenly, as you made your way through the droid battalion, a stray blaster bolt whizzed past your arm, barely missing the sleeve of your sand-colored robe. Another shot from a lucky droid hit you in the shoulder blade, striking you down. Just as you rolled over with a groan, you were met by another vibroblade to the face. You barely avoided having your face cleaved in half by rolling to the side, but unfortunately, the hilt of the clanker's sword hammered into your head. The hit made you feel dazed, and before you knew it, the droid had closed in for the final blow…

You awoke on a stretcher, floating you towards an awaiting medbay. The bright sun intensified your pounding headache and the memories of the battle that had just subsided were just beginning to flood back.

"Y/N!" Rex appeared in your field of vision beside a medic—Kix, of the 501st—as your stretcher approached the medbay. "Thank the Force you're alright." You flashed him a weak smile.

"See, Rex? I'm just fine."  You tried to sit up, but your spinning head forced you back down onto the stretcher. Your mouth felt dry, like you had also taken a mouthful of sand when you fell. “Correction—” Rex watched on as Kix examined your wounds, clucking over the bruises that bloomed over your face and torso while patching up your few gashes and grazes with bacta. Kix put you on bed rest for your concussion and severe bruising, shooing away any curious troopers who had seen a bruised-up Jedi Knight being transported to the medbay, and promptly leaving to treat the dozens upon dozens of wounded clones waiting for his arrival. After Kix had disappeared, Rex peeked into the medbay once again, spotting you pensively sipping water and cradling your head. He made a move to enter the crowded ward, but his brothers beat him to it—the rest of the Torrent Company came rushing in, knocking him through the wide doorway of the medbay.

"Y/N! You're okay!" Tup exclaimed as the clones surrounded your bed. 

"Still fully operational here." You groaned and grinned tiredly. "This headache is killing me, though."

"We saw you beat up those droids with your bare hands!" Hardcase gushed.

"Did you see Y/N beat that Commando with a B1's arm?" Fives asked.

"And then shoot it with its own rifle?" Echo added.

"Wizard!" The clones declared in unison, their laughs and cheers filling the silence of the medbay. 

"Now then, boys. Why don't we give our Droid-Crusher here some space and let her rest?" Rex cleared his throat and approached your bed. You swore you could hear some of the clones snigger. 

"We'll be outside." The group saluted and exited the medbay. Finally alone, Rex turned to you and sighed, collapsing into the chair by your bed.

"So...Droid-Crusher?" You ask with a lopsided smile. Rex shrugs.

"Cody will be so jealous when he hears you took down more droids with your bare hands than he did." He remarked with a chuckle. "I'm sure he'd agree that you are a real droid-crusher, though. Didn't you see the trail of broken droid parts and weapons you left on the battlefield? The boys were terrified, even Commander Tano and General Skywalker."  The way Rex described your rampage with a twinkle in his amber eyes and a small smile on his face captivated you. “I’m glad one of the boys was able to blast that droid before it put you out of commission for good.”

"As am I, captain." You paused. "What did I miss?" 

"Nothing much. We took the Trade Federation fortress at the cost of a couple of men." You frowned bitterly at the news.

“So I missed all of the action?"

“I’m afraid so, General.” Your face fell.

"Now I'll be on bed rest for who knows when. I'll be so…useless.” The realization hit you, and your hand flew to your aching head. “I lost my lightsaber, too…" Rex, however, was quick to disagree.

"You're not useless, Y/N. Next to Generals Skywalker and Kenobi, you're the most resourceful Jedi I've ever met. That's why you're a Jedi Knight, Y/N. You earned your title 'cause you've got that fighting spirit. It's great that you wanna be out on the battlefield, but it'll have to wait." He reassured, resting his hand on yours. You fixed your gaze on him. "You did good out there, Y/N. You made us all seriously proud—especially me." 

“Thank you, Rex. That…means a lot to me.” You replied, feeling unusually…nervous. Your face was hot, your eyes darted everywhere, and suddenly, you were aware of every breath you took.

You knew you were stepping out of your comfort zone, if not outside the Jedi principles you were raised on.

He inched a little closer and you felt yourself gravitating towards him, bringing your hands to his face and inching ever nearer until your lips brushed against his cheek and a rosy blush began to bloom on Rex's face. 

Following the brief kiss, muffled cheering was from the medbay's entrance, accompanied by the thump of plastoid armor hitting the steel floor. Appearing from behind the curtain was Cody, grinning widely, and the rest of the Torrent boys, who had been eavesdropping from behind the medbay doors. Fives clapped a flustered Rex on the back while Echo rushed to tell Anakin and Ahsoka.  Hardcase, Jesse, and Tup cheered from the other side of your bed, ecstatic to have witnessed you coming through with your feelings. And Cody, having finally met the great Droid-Crusher, watched on with amusement. 

"I heard there was a new Droid-Crusher in the GAR, so I got here as fast as I could..." Cody began. "...but I see that Rex ol' boy is a bit preoccupied with her here." Rex hid his goofy grin behind his embarrassed grimace. Standing up swiftly from where he was positioned at your bed, he patted your hand and slipped something from under his kama beneath your pliant fingers. You felt every scuff, the cool metal, the switch–

Speechless, you stared at the lightsaber in your hand, then at him, then at the lightsaber, then him again.

“Let’s just say I found it in the rubble...but I don’t think you’ll be needing it that much, eh, Droid-Crusher?”

Congratulations! You made it to the end of my first ever Star Wars oneshot. Hope you enjoyed it and that you rebagel if you did :)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CT-7567 | Rex/Reader Characters: CT-7567 | Rex Additional Tags: From a fic I deleted off Tumblr and Quotev a while ago, Fluff, Unscrupulous use of the word "clanker", Jedi Reader (Star Wars) Series: Part 1 of Star Wars Oneshots Summary:

You are a Jedi Knight battling droids on the field with Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker, his Padawan Ahsoka Tano, and the rest of the lauded Torrent Company. Unfortunately, during a skirmish against some B1s and Commando droids, you lose your lightsaber. The circumstances don’t leave much room for you to comb the battlefield for your lightsaber, so you decide to get creative. Warnings: None, canon-typical violence.

Captain Rex x Jedi!Reader: Droid-Crusher

This is the first chapter of my oneshot book, which was originally posted on Quotev. You can also find it on my Tumblr, ersatz-ostrich.

[A/N]: Here we are with our first oneshot—starring the one and only Captain Rex! I hope it isn't too bad for my first oneshot in this book. The next oneshots will get better as I go, I promise!

Summary: You are a Jedi Knight battling droids on the field with Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker, his Padawan Ahsoka Tano, and the rest of the lauded Torrent Company. Unfortunately, during a skirmish against some B1s and Commando droids, you lose your lightsaber. The circumstances don’t leave much room for you to comb the battlefield for your lightsaber, so you decide to get creative.

       Warnings: None, canon-typical violence.

The chaos poured from all sides of the battlefield. You were utterly surrounded by the cacophony of blaster fire punctuated by deafening explosions and the sounds of blaster bolts hitting their targets. Before you was a sea of battledroids, waiting to be turned into shrapnel. 

Grinning at the army before you, you ignited your lightsaber and dove at the wall of Separatist droids. 

The battle reaches a deadlock. Clones from one side battled droids from the other, but neither could gain much ground.

“General, we can’t afford to lose men in the opening phase of the attack! I need you to take out that cannon on the ledge.” The voice of Captain Rex, commanding and sure, crackled onto your comm. 

“Copy that, captain. I’m on it.” You start towards the ledge, rending a path of molten metal on the way. The ledge was a small piece of work—you had to figure out how to get up while being shot at. Eyes darting around, you found that your best bet was to hoist yourself up a lower ledge, clear the gap between the two pieces of rock jutting out between that ledge and your destination, and leap on over, using a little bit of elbow grease and the Force. 

Your robes were a blur as you scaled the shorter ledge, leapt from one shelf of rock to the other between the adjacent ledges, and landed with a whoosh at the top of the highest ledge, where the cannon was releasing a barrage of fire down onto the roiling battlefield. 

Blood pounded in your ears as you dashed towards the mountain of metal that was the cannon. You readied your lightsaber for the strike that would end the torment from above for your troops. Like those of a predator, your eyes were fixated on your target—perhaps too fixated, for you failed to notice the shout of a B1 from your peripheral and the charge that was flung your way. The charge’s beeps tore you away from your objective, forcing you to think fast. 

Years of training kicked in; you harnessed the Force to redirect the charge’s path from straight at you to the cannon before you. There was one small problem, though—you had been standing too close to the cannon when the charge detonated. 

“Oh n—” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before your reflexes fired. You leapt back from the radius of the explosion and the flying shrapnel that would surely turn you to ribbons without your Jedi training, but the impact still knocked the wind from your lungs and sent you plummeting over the edge of the outcrop and back into the battle below. 

You scrambled to save yourself, cushioning your fall with the Force and tumbling to a stop among numerous bewildered battle droids. 

“Wow, a Jedi!” Exclaimed one B1 with as much interest as a droid could express. “Wait, a Jedi?!” That interest didn’t last. You found their blasters aimed at you, which was not an unusual sight at this point. Your hands searched for the lightsaber you had been holding moments earlier, but you only found air. Without time to search for your lightsaber, you had barely a second to act before you were turned into a charred mess. 

It was at that moment that you spotted it. 

“Blast ‘em!” One droid shouted, and the blaster fire began. But you were gone in an instant, leaving them to shoot at the scorched earth where you had just stood. “Huh?” The droids were puzzled. They looked around amongst themselves, wondering where their target had gone off to. The coast seemed clear, but—

CLANG!

The droid fell like a tree, head disconnected from its durasteel body. You stood behind the droid, chest heaving, with a heavy rifle—taken off a fallen clone trooper, no doubt—held aloft. You swung around the rifle as hard and fast as you could muster, the hefty barrel connecting with your next victim's durasteel face. 

"Whoaaaa!" The droid cried in nasally but emotionless droid-speak while its head spun around rapidly. Unable to spare another second in the midst of fighting, you kicked the addled droid to the ground and unceremoniously ripped its head off, thus putting the clanker out of commission—permanently. You grabbed the fallen droid's abandoned blaster and continued to shoot, knocking out droid after droid until an unlucky shot from a Commando droid knocked your pilfered rifle from your gloved hands. Cursing under your breath, you charged into the crowd of droids while the rest of the Torrent Company provided cover fire from behind you, slack-jawed.

"What are you doing, Y/N!? That's suicide!" A familiar voice crackled over your commlink. Captain Rex shook his head in disapproval as he spoke into his commlink, watching from the opposite side of the charred battlefield while he blasted his way through the oncoming droids. 

"Don't mind me, Rex. I'll be fine!" You replied enthusiastically, blasting a droid with its own weapon. "I'll be done with this mob in no time—" 

CLANG!

You grunted, dodging a Commando droid's vibroblade, whirling around and repeatedly beating it with some poor B1's durasteel arm. Unable to process the given circumstances, the Commando shot blindly, blaster bolts flying everywhere. Continuing to beat the clanker, you gripped the Commando's free arm, which was still clutching a blaster and firing uncontrollably, and twisted it with all your might. The sickening screech of motors and metal resisting your strength grated at your ears until finally, the arm finally snapped off, sparks of electricity flying everywhere. 

"Die!" You yelled, firing a blaster bolt through the droid's chest using its own rifle. Satisfied with your painstaking handiwork, you rose to your full height with a satisfied exhale. "That should do it." Without further pondering, you continued to dodge blaster bolts, tackling B1s and dismantling Commandos limb by limb until they fell to the ground in fragmented robot parts, fizzing with electricity. Suddenly, as you made your way through the droid battalion, a stray blaster bolt whizzed past your arm, barely missing the sleeve of your sand-colored robe. Another shot from a lucky droid hit you in the shoulder blade, striking you down. Just as you rolled over with a groan, you were met by another vibroblade to the face. You barely avoided having your face cleaved in half by rolling to the side, but unfortunately, the hilt of the clanker's sword hammered into your head. The hit made you feel dazed, and before you knew it, the droid had closed in for the final blow…

You awoke on a stretcher, floating you towards an awaiting medbay. The bright sun intensified your pounding headache and the memories of the battle that had just subsided were just beginning to flood back.

"Y/N!" Rex appeared in your field of vision beside a medic—Kix, of the 501st—as your stretcher approached the medbay. "Thank the Force you're alright." You flashed him a weak smile.

"See, Rex? I'm just fine."  You tried to sit up, but your spinning head forced you back down onto the stretcher. Your mouth felt dry, like you had also taken a mouthful of sand when you fell. “Correction—” Rex watched on as Kix examined your wounds, clucking over the bruises that bloomed over your face and torso while patching up your few gashes and grazes with bacta. Kix put you on bed rest for your concussion and severe bruising, shooing away any curious troopers who had seen a bruised-up Jedi Knight being transported to the medbay, and promptly leaving to treat the dozens upon dozens of wounded clones waiting for his arrival. After Kix had disappeared, Rex peeked into the medbay once again, spotting you pensively sipping water and cradling your head. He made a move to enter the crowded ward, but his brothers beat him to it—the rest of the Torrent Company came rushing in, knocking him through the wide doorway of the medbay.

"Y/N! You're okay!" Tup exclaimed as the clones surrounded your bed. 

"Still fully operational here." You groaned and grinned tiredly. "This headache is killing me, though."

"We saw you beat up those droids with your bare hands!" Hardcase gushed.

"Did you see Y/N beat that Commando with a B1's arm?" Fives asked.

"And then shoot it with its own rifle?" Echo added.

"Wizard!" The clones declared in unison, their laughs and cheers filling the silence of the medbay. 

"Now then, boys. Why don't we give our Droid-Crusher here some space and let her rest?" Rex cleared his throat and approached your bed. You swore you could hear some of the clones snigger. 

"We'll be outside." The group saluted and exited the medbay. Finally alone, Rex turned to you and sighed, collapsing into the chair by your bed.

"So...Droid-Crusher?" You ask with a lopsided smile. Rex shrugs.

"Cody will be so jealous when he hears you took down more droids with your bare hands than he did." He remarked with a chuckle. "I'm sure he'd agree that you are a real droid-crusher, though. Didn't you see the trail of broken droid parts and weapons you left on the battlefield? The boys were terrified, even Commander Tano and General Skywalker."  The way Rex described your rampage with a twinkle in his amber eyes and a small smile on his face captivated you. “I’m glad one of the boys was able to blast that droid before it put you out of commission for good.”

"As am I, captain." You paused. "What did I miss?" 

"Nothing much. We took the Trade Federation fortress at the cost of a couple of men." You frowned bitterly at the news.

“So I missed all of the action?"

“I’m afraid so, General.” Your face fell.

"Now I'll be on bed rest for who knows when. I'll be so…useless.” The realization hit you, and your hand flew to your aching head. “I lost my lightsaber, too…" Rex, however, was quick to disagree.

"You're not useless, Y/N. Next to Generals Skywalker and Kenobi, you're the most resourceful Jedi I've ever met. That's why you're a Jedi Knight, Y/N. You earned your title 'cause you've got that fighting spirit. It's great that you wanna be out on the battlefield, but it'll have to wait." He reassured, resting his hand on yours. You fixed your gaze on him. "You did good out there, Y/N. You made us all seriously proud—especially me." 

“Thank you, Rex. That…means a lot to me.” You replied, feeling unusually…nervous. Your face was hot, your eyes darted everywhere, and suddenly, you were aware of every breath you took.

You knew you were stepping out of your comfort zone, if not outside the Jedi principles you were raised on.

He inched a little closer and you felt yourself gravitating towards him, bringing your hands to his face and inching ever nearer until your lips brushed against his cheek and a rosy blush began to bloom on Rex's face. 

Following the brief kiss, muffled cheering was from the medbay's entrance, accompanied by the thump of plastoid armor hitting the steel floor. Appearing from behind the curtain was Cody, grinning widely, and the rest of the Torrent boys, who had been eavesdropping from behind the medbay doors. Fives clapped a flustered Rex on the back while Echo rushed to tell Anakin and Ahsoka.  Hardcase, Jesse, and Tup cheered from the other side of your bed, ecstatic to have witnessed you coming through with your feelings. And Cody, having finally met the great Droid-Crusher, watched on with amusement. 

"I heard there was a new Droid-Crusher in the GAR, so I got here as fast as I could..." Cody began. "...but I see that Rex ol' boy is a bit preoccupied with her here." Rex hid his goofy grin behind his embarrassed grimace. Standing up swiftly from where he was positioned at your bed, he patted your hand and slipped something from under his kama beneath your pliant fingers. You felt every scuff, the cool metal, the switch–

Speechless, you stared at the lightsaber in your hand, then at him, then at the lightsaber, then him again.

“Let’s just say I found it in the rubble...but I don’t think you’ll be needing it that much, eh, Droid-Crusher?”

Congratulations! You made it to the end of my first ever Star Wars oneshot. Hope you enjoyed it and that you rebagel if you did :)

alpha 17 you will always be iconic 😌

Hi hi your writing is a source of comfort for me—I love coming back from a long day and just opening up your blog to destress! if you’re still taking any requests, can I request for a fluffy prompt of “finding someone flirting with your crush but all they have is eyes for you, and only you” with Alpha-17? If not, totally okay! Thank you! 🫶

His Choice

Summary: While on a diplomatic mission with Alpha-17, things take a change.

Pairing: Alpha-17 x F!Reader

Word Count: 1622

Warnings: Alpha is an asshole and says things poorly. Some minor angst.

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Hihi! I'm so glad that my writing is a source of comfort for you! I hope that this is close to what you wanted, though I might jump around a little because I'm trying to write with a migraine. "But vod'ika!" You're probably thinking, "Why are you doing such a thing?" And then answer is because I'm dumb. That's why. I hope you enjoy this!

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He’s late.

You fold your arms over your chest and tap your foot in an increasingly irritated rhythm.

Alpha is late. He’s never late. And if you weren’t so annoyed, you would be worried. Or, well, you might have been worried if it wasn’t Alpha-17 who was missing.

Of course, this isn’t Kamino. So maybe…

No. Alpha’s fine. He’s probably just off doing something to intentionally annoy you. Because that’s what he does. It’s like he calculates exactly what’s going to cause you the most aggravation and then he does it in the most annoying way possible.

Which makes your massive crush on him annoying in and of itself. You keep telling yourself that it’s a physical crush only, the man is built like a human tank after all. But no, you might be capable of lying to yourself, but not to that extent.

The truth is that you’re attracted to the man for more than his looks. And it’s the most annoying aspect of your life at the moment.

You glance at your chrono, and then sigh.

Fine. Fine! If he’s going to drag his feet, you’ll just go and get him. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re on a time crunch. It’s not like you’re here for work, or anything.

A sharp exhale escapes you, and you push away from the wall and you head back towards the hotel where you and Alpha were staying. He had better be sick. You think darkly. He had better have a good reason for making you wait for as long as you have been.

You step into the hotel and look around the lobby quickly as you head to the lifts, and then you slow to a stop. There, standing on the opposite side of the front desk is Alpha-17. Is Alpha-17 talking to a woman who is obviously flirting with him. 

You feel a deep surge of annoyance, followed by a sharp sting of hurt, followed by the urge to bash both of their heads in. You’ve probably been spending too much time with men who are too happy to punch first and ask questions never.

So you take a moment to shove the sudden urge for violence deep down, to be dealt with later, and you stalk over to the pair. 

To his credit, the moment Alpha notices your presence, his gaze locks on you and stays there. His sharp gaze flickers across your face, and a smug smirk crosses his face. “Mesh’la,” He drawls the nickname in a way that sets all of your nerves on edge.

“You’re late.” You ground out, intentionally ignoring the woman who’s trying to press her chest against Alpha.

“Not that late,” Alpha replies absently, as he brushes the woman away from him without a second glance.

“It’s been an hour since we said we were going to meet up.” You ground out.

He pauses and then his smirk grows, “Like I said.”

“You are the most infuriating-”

“Uh, excuse me.” Your tirade is interrupted by the woman, “We are in the middle of something, so you can take your very unfashionable self and go somewhere else.”

You stare at the slightly taller woman, and then turn your disbelieving stare onto Alpha, “The next time I’m forced to go anywhere off of Kamino, I’m taking Fordo.” You hiss at him. 

Alpha shoots a glare at the woman who had been flirting with him, a glare acidic enough that she flinches back, and then he pins you with the same glare. Of course, you’ve been on the receiving end of that glare dozens of times over the years you’ve worked with him, “You will not.” His statement comes out as an order.

“Watch me. In fact, I might even call him now.” You dig into your pocket and pull out your comm, which is promptly snatched from your hand, “Hey!”

Alpha shoves your comm into his own pocket, “You’re not calling Fordo. I’m already here, there’s no point in bothering him.”

The woman, ignored, huffed loudly and shoved her elbow into your side causing you to stumble, “Alpha,” She whines, “Let’s go somewhere else.”

Alpha’s hand is immediately on your shoulder, steadying you, and he pins the woman with a glare that has caused the most hardened Mandalorians to quail, “As I’ve said to you, several times, I’m not going anywhere with you. Now get lost.”

She scowls, “You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”

“A handful of venereal diseases, probably.” He counters sarcastically, and then he turns his back on her, and flickers his gaze over you.

“That was mean.” You chide as soon as the pair of you are alone.

“She hit you.” Alpha counters, “And I’ve never claimed to be nice.”

“Don’t I know it.” You grumble, “Can we go now?” You ask as you rub your side, you’re definitely going to have a bruise. She had amazingly sharp elbows.

Alpha’s gaze sharpens at the movement, and he lightly grips your wrist and pulls your hand away from your side. He presses his hand right over the sore spot, and you try to jerk away from him.

“That hurts, Alpha!” You hiss at him.

“I have bacta in my room,” He replies bluntly as he tugs you towards the hall that leads to his room.

“I don’t need bacta-” You try to say, but he won’t be denied.

He keys in the door code, and tugs you into the room, and only then does he release you, “Honestly, Alpha,” You try again, “I’m fine. It’s just a bruise-”

“Take your shirt off,” He interrupts as he pulls a bottle of bacta out of his bag.

You flush, “I am not-!” You stop mid-sentence as he just looks at you. Your flush deepens, but you grip the hem of your shirt and you pull your shirt up and off, “There, happy?”

Alpha’s gaze drags across your chest for a moment, lingering on a simple bra that you preferred, “Ecstatic.” he replies dryly before he sits on the edge of the bed, and motions for you to come over to him.

The bruise on your side is red and angry looking, and you hiss in pain as Alpha prods your side with inquisitive fingers, “That still hurts, Alpha.”

“I’m trying to make sure nothing is broken, brat.” He retorts. 

You scowl at him, but don’t say anything as he continues his investigation. Though a quiet whimper does escape you as he presses a little too hard on one spot. He immediately moves his hand and lightly brushes his thumb over the bruise as an apology, rather than saying the word.

“Nothing feels broken, but I’ll want to keep an eye on it.” Alpha says after a moment.

“I told you I was fine.” You say in return.

“You have a tendency to downplay your injuries.” He replies.

That’s true, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right. “I’m sorry for interrupting your conversation.” You say instead, now that the hurt and the anger has faded you’re just left with a painful guilt. Alpha deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with you…maybe especially if not with you.

“The only reason I didn’t walk away from her when she started talking to me was because you convinced me that it’s important to be polite to natborns.” Alpha says flatly.

“You don’t have a problem walking away from me mid-conversation.” You point out quietly.

“Yeah, that’s because you’re you.”

You don’t say anything to that, but there’s no hiding the way that your face falls and the way your gaze drops to the floor as hurt blossoms in your chest.

“Fuck. I didn’t mean it like that.” Alpha says with a sigh.

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He reaches up and lightly taps your chin, “Look at me. Please?”

You lift your gaze slightly to meet his.

“I meant,” He clarifies slowly, “That I’m able to be myself around you. This whole…diplomacy thing isn’t easy for me. But I don’t have to pretend to be nice around you. I can just be me.”

You shoot him a doubtful look.

His smile is slightly sardonic, “This isn’t easy for me, mesh’la. I’m a soldier who has to play politics all of a sudden, and I’m terrible at it.”

“You do kind of suck at it,” You admit with a small smile.

“I’m really terrible at playing nice. But you don’t expect me to play nice, or to even be polite.” Alpha scans your face for a moment, “I respect the fuck out of you, you know that.” You duck your head slightly, and he grips your chin to force you to meet his gaze again. “I mean it.”

You lick your lips nervously, “I know, if you didn’t respect me I wouldn’t still be living on Kamino.”

Alpha’s thumb trails over your lower lip, and you shiver slightly, “If I’m allowed a choice,” he says slowly, quietly, “Then I want you.”

“I’m sorry?”

He lightly taps your lips with his thumb, “For a romantic partner.” He clarifies.

And your face burns with flustered embarrassment, “Can we have this conversation when I’m not half naked?” You ask.

“No. I like the view.” He smiles, “I’m going to kiss you now.” Alpha warns.

Somehow your face flames even more. 

And then his hand is on the back of your neck, and your lips are against his, and you melt against him. And then you’re sitting on his lap and your hands are fisted in his hair, and you’re not really sure you understand how you got in this position, but you’re not complaining.

After all, this is all you’ve ever wanted from him.

AAAAGHHHHHZJOSAHWUIEKSJKS

— SENSORY DEPRIVATION with QIMIR/THE STRANGER

wc: 1,328 | content: sexual descriptions of the force (??), fingering, might be bad idk i was drunk writing most of this

❛❛put it on.” he didn’t hold the mask out to you, or drag you to where it sat on the table and force it on. just gave you a command.

“what will you do if i don’t?”

“nothing at all.”

his careless response frustrated you. you wanted him to give you a reason why, something you could use as an excuse for why you wanted to put it on, even before he said anything. and he gave you nothing. he only watched you.

he watched you as you fruitlessly searched for a way out of this and gave up far too quickly. he watched you as you slowly moved towards the table, as you sat face to face with his mask. as your fingertips reached out to touch the cool metal, the entirety of your palm flattening against it shortly after. you could feel something tugging at you, and you looked at him.

“put it on,” he repeated softly. you waited for a moment, and you did.

now, you let the darkness envelop you, take over your mind. you’re wearing the mask that he wore when he killed your friends. when he nearly killed you. and now you know— the whole time, he saw nothing.

all you can hear is your own heavy breathing. was this how he felt when he cut them down? when he made you think he was saving you for last as he tossed you aside with a flick of his hand?

“how does it feel?” he sounds far away and directly in your ear at the same time.

you see flashes, lightsabers clashing, your friends dying—

“this was a mistake.” your hands grip the sides of the helmet, but before you can lift it off, his own hands cover yours.

“clear your mind. breathe.” his thumbs brush your knuckles. “it’s overwhelming, i know.”

you let out a shaky breath. “you don’t see anything.”

“no,” he says, moving his hands to your shoulders. “and that allows my other senses to be heightened.”

you focus on his voice, on the feeling of his palms warming your skin. “and you prefer it that way?”

“it’s better this way. just you… and the force…” he pauses, runs a finger along your collarbone. “and whatever else you… allow yourself to feel.”

his name is loud in your ears when you say it. “would you show me?”

instead of responding, his touch leaves you. with your hands dropped to your sides, you’re left completely vulnerable to him with his mask obscuring your vision. but you can hear him, his breathing, the shift of his weight, the steps he takes to get closer to you. his hand cutting through the air between the two of you to slide up your top and flatten against the plane of your stomach.

“feels different, doesn’t it?” he hums.

“yes,” you breathe.

it’s like you can sense every atom that makes him up, the force flowing through him in a way you’ve never been able to feel, not even within yourself. your hand covers his underneath your top. the power hums, pulses, fills you with the insatiable urge for more.

“feels good.”

it’s not a question. you nod in response all the same.

“i know,” he whispers. “i know it does.”

his hand begins to slips lower, and you let it. your breathing hasn’t calmed, but you don’t hear it anymore, just the hum of the force as he uses it to undo your pants and allow himself access to the part of yourself that you haven’t explored.

your years of jedi training are screaming at you from outside the barrier of cortosis around your head, telling you to stop this, to take the mask off, hurtle it at him to catch him off guard, because this is an attack, he’s attacking your very being and this merits retaliation—

and you ignore it, refuse to let it distract you from qimir’s breath on your chest, his hand cupping the heat between your thighs.

“they would never let you feel this. not just this,” he punctuates the word with pressing a finger inside you, and you choke on air, jaw going slack, “but this power, this energy. this is how i felt you, on khofar.”

you gasp when he adds another finger, his movements more insistent as the force between the two of you thrums, building as you draw him closer.

“that’s how i knew it was you. the one i’ve been looking for. you’re different than the jedi. more powerful.” he laughs breathlessly when you grab the back of his head, dig your fingers into his hair. “come on, use your words.”

“so… so good,” you pant, torn between wanting to remove the mask to see his face, to see if he’s as affected by your touch as you are by his, kiss him, and wanting to never take it off so he can just continue to have his way with you.

though, you think he might have his way with you regardless. even worse, you think you’d let him.

“you’re such a good listener,” he praises, grinding his palm against you as his fingers thrust harder, more insistently. “you’ll make an excellent pupil.”

“n-no,” you stammer, unsure how you even manage to say it with his fingers inside of you and his lips teasingly dragging along the heated skin of your chest.

“no?” you hear him scoff, and can practically see the raised-brows look he’s giving you.

“you don’t—”

“understand?” he pulls the word right out of your mouth, pausing his movements and ignoring your cry of disappointment. “you can feel me. here, now, in the force. feel me, and try to tell me i don’t understand.”

you’re desperate, you realize as he slowly resumes pleasuring you. for him, for the release he’s brought you so close to, for answers as to why he is the way he is.

you reach out to that power in his body, feel the way it moves and slides and aligns with yours. it’s different, it has been for a long time now, but you feel its beginnings. it has the same ones as yours; was once a youngling at the jedi temple.

“it’s hard to walk away. but it’s easier when they don’t leave you anything to walk away from. you’re here. you’re with me. and i’m not going anywhere.” he says it like a promise, his tongue laving the skin of your neck like he can taste your need. “now give it to me.”

and even though he’s technically the one that didn’t leave you anything to walk away from, you believe him. you let it all go.

your doubt, your worry, your half-baked plans of escape, your distrust, your fear. it rushes out of you with your orgasm and you yank him into you, feel the hard plane of his chest against yours, rising and falling with his own labored breaths as he removes his fingers, leaving you shaking with sensitivity.

you fumble with the mask, pushing it off your head with a gasp when the light of the cave sears your eyes. you bury your face in his neck, the both of you letting his mask tumble to the ground as he returns your hold. you don’t know if he’s doing it because he wants to, or if he just knows it’s what you need from him. your jedi master never held you. never gave you the connection that you craved. qimir has given you that and more.

“i want you to teach me,” you whisper, letting yourself melt into the comfort of his arms. “teach me everything.”

he pets the back of your head, strokes your hair. “this was your first lesson, my acolyte.”

you need to know every facet of him, every bit of wisdom he’s gained, no matter how long it takes. you won’t grapple for excuses. you won’t think twice.

you will only ever do what your master wants.

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