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"Not thirsty" No but I am... Guys I found the comic in question and I am linking it right HERE. It's Force Unleased II

I dont care about the rest of the story. Boba in a tank top is all I want from this comic

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CC-1010: Commander “Fox” of the Coruscant Guard pt.1

for my dear friend @wizardofrozz

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*Blows Positivity Kazoo* Enjoy your fictional creations and be kind to others doing the same!

CLONES APPRECIATION WEEK - Day 5: Favorite Quotes ↳ FIVES in The Clone Wars - 4.09: Plan Of Dissent; REX in The Clone Wars - 4.10: Carnage Of Krell; HOWZER in The Bad Batch - 1.12: Rescue on Ryloth

Waxer & Boil ▸ The Clone Wars (2008-2020)

idk if u still take req, but i've been thinking purge trooper cody hunting child padawan reader who living with obi-wan in tattoine. it's like battle with himself rather than the two jedi, like yk trying to resist inhibitor chip. slight codywan will be cute

ignore this if u don't seems interested, thankuu for all u'r hardwork! i love every single of it!!

Purge trooper Cody on the brain! Did I stray a little from the prompt? Maybe-

“Dead of Night”

Could this be a follow up to this old fic (x) maybe but I’m not sure…

Summary: Cody tracked them down, spotted together were the 2 people that haunted his dreams. He was a good soldier, he had to be

Pairing: purge trooper Cody x GN!padawan reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: guilt hurt/comfort (that’s all I could find really but let me know if I missed any)

Word count: 1256 (not proof read at all)

Notes: I swear I posted this a few days ago, sorry for disappearing

This armor wasn’t his.

It sat wrong on his lean frame, heavier than the one before. Cody shook his shoulder out before slipping the dark helmet onto his head.

He missed his sunshine armor from so long ago.

If he thought ever so hard Cody could almost hear the faint laugh of once before while painting the sun burst on his armor.

These thoughts never seemed to stick around.

A blaster still hung at his hip accompanied by the unfamiliar weight of the eltro-shock staff many of the purge troopers use.

Unethical. Cody thought stomping down the halls the to docked ship waiting to take him away. The weight and feeling of said weapon made him sick.

The ship rustled under his feet during take off, so caught up in his thoughts the dread of this mission sank into his bones.

The sun never seemed more dull.

•••

Sand was everywhere. The sun radiated heat over the barren lands where a small house was situated. If you could even call it that.

Watching the twin suns set for the one-millionth time seemed always new and different. The warm colors filled your eyes and cover your skin in a honey color.

A chest plate was clutched in your lap. The names started to fade ever so slightly, but with the many times you’ve read over them the order was engraved in your memory.

As the suns took its last peak over the horizon before finally submitting to the darkness that bled into the cloudless sky, you spoke softly names names that were painted into the backside of the chest plate.

Starting with the familiar signature of your master and the commanders closely under his, ending with Trapper and the small name of Rex’s tucked into the corner.

From the front of the shelter you heard the calls from your master. The urgency in his voice made your blood run cold and to discard the piece of armor off to the side.

“Y/N” Obi-wan said once again as you stoped near his side, a comm was clutched tightly in his hand.

You nodded your head slightly in acknowledgement waiting for him to say something else.

“Comms and intel found an emperial shuttle inbound.” His tone was even and cold as it has been the entire time on this desolate planet.

“Is this worrisome?” The word master almost slipped past your teeth as you fought long and hard to break the habit for safety reasons.

With a sigh Obi-wan answered. “Not necessarily, it looks like it’s going to land near the town the check things out there.” He turned fully to you now placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“There’s nothing to worry too much about young one, but the village will be off limits until they leave.”

A weight was slightly lifted off your chest with his somewhat reassuring words. The slight shake in your hands were present while you patted your old masters arm.

This wasn’t easy on either of you. It never will be.

The brisk wind of the night rattled through your bones jolting you awake. It was new that it wasn’t a nightmare this time and for that you were thankful.

The soft shuffle of Obi-wan under a shear blanket was the only other noise you could hear besides your own breaths.

You knew he was a soft sleeper, now more than ever. But something deep within, long since been buried reignited.

A pull of something through the force while you tried to be rid of it never it truly seemed to be gone for long.

In the distance a small flicker of a light danced along the horizon. If it was a flashlight of some sorts it would imply that the holder was running.

The feeling again bubbled in your chest as you took a few steps out on the soft sand. One look over your shoulder showed your master still resting.

You couldn’t turn now. Whatever force god was watching over you wouldn’t allow it. The existence of fate was a touchy subject.

Strong winds continued to try and knock you down while you persisted through to whoever was on their way

Calls of your name was lost to the breeze in the dead of night. Oblivious of the man that followed you continued forward.

You stoped dead in your tracks while the figure approached further. The force surrounding this individual was sweet and familiar, normally lighting up your face with a smile.

Normally.

Something else, more complex and darker seemed to look around the edges but not close enough to deter you.

The man shook slightly from the spot that he watched from. You watched the twitchy movements as a hand flew too his blaster, but never touching it.

Instead another hand slowly reached for the dark helmet that masked him from you.

A ghost stood in front of you. Once you never thought you’d see again. The great maker above was clearly playing a sick twisted joke on you.

His name could barely form on you lips while taking a few steps back from the man you never thought you’d see again. The one that along with his brothers betrayed you.

You felt a shuffle to your side; the words “Drop your weapons’ rang out through the night from your master.

A blaster of his own didn’t shake. Stepping in front of you the sight of the man in front of you made your master take another look as well.

Obeying he threw the blaster that seemed to stick closer to him than any other trooper he started working with, and the foreign weapon that he didn’t want to be associated with anymore.

Dropping his helmet as well Cody fell to one of his knees, a hand came a cradled the side of his head.

Both you and your master were frozen where you stood. The cloudy eyes of yours tore through every defense that Obi-wan tried so hard to put up.

Through the wind the quiet cries blew to your ears. Your Cody was hurting; in more ways than one.

“Master” you almost begged as you both took a step forward.

Obi-wan tried so hard to keep the people in his life safe. Sabine, Anakin, Cody, and now you. Every buzzer in his mind was ringing saying this was a trap. That he should take you and run.

He was at the purge troopers side in a moment. Obi-wan’s strong embraced engulfed Cody and the weight crashed into him.

For months now this was all that he wanted.

Everything to be drowned out.

“Oh my love.” Was whispered slightly into his ear, Cody was quick to wrap his arms protectively around his general. The one that wasn’t going to get away again.

Cody’s cries became louder while another body wrapped around his shaking form. Weapons and enemies forgotten Cody let down all his walls and the floodgates opened.

“My head hurts.” Was the only thing Cody could get past his teeth and oh boy was it true. His own mind seemed to turn against him, to scream at him that he shouldn’t be doing this.

Good soldiers follow orders.

But even better ones protect those who stand besides them.

“We’ve got you now Cody.” Your voice flooded his ears, blocking out the screams of yours that haunted his every moment. “We can help you.”

Masked by the dead of night only tomorrow would they realized that another soldier went AWOL.

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Heart in pieces 😭😭

Hellooo just wanted to ask for a 2nd part to endure

Everyone and their mothers were asking for a second part so here it is!

“Survive”

Read the first part here (☆)

Summary: the second part of “Endure” continues when Wolffe is trying to crack a plan to hopefully help those that mean most to him

Paring: Commander Wolffe x GN padawan reader (Platonic)

Warning: mentions of blood, wounds, broken bones.

Word count: 1254 (not proof read sorry!)

Notes: do you guys like the subtle change in POVs in my fics or when it’s obvious the change?

Good soldiers follow orders.

So why did Wolffe’s hand shake as he watched your unconscious form shake ever so slightly. What stoped him for doing his job?

A cough startled him slightly from his stare, dust filled the room once again and the layer of smoke near by would have made his eyes water if his helmet wasn’t in place.

Good- good solders follow-

Another sickly cough was let out. Wolffe peaked in further blaster still outstretched. Your eyes tried desperately to clear your vision but it was not use.

A pain like no other shot through your arm as you sickly realized you couldn’t move it. Something pinned in down but even thinking about moving to look was too much.

Through the haze a figure seemed to loom at the only light source you could just make out. A buzzing rang throughout your ears and you only wished to deafen it in some way.

Fear racked your body when the figure you thought you saw seemed to disappear, you could barley remember what happened. The only thing left seemed to be the haunting image of your own ships shooting you down.

One thought raced through your mind: what could have happened to Wolffe? He wouldn’t have let this happen, none of them would but Wolffe always knew what to do. In the war you envied him for it.

Something had to have happened to Wolffe, if he was hear with you he could help like all the times he’s done it before. If you could find Wolffe maybe you could get out alive.

Good soldiers-

Wolffe could see the daze in your eyes. The way your you literally pinned down. He watched the struggle for a moment as you tried to turn and push a piece of debris off of your arm.

He took a step forward, his mind shifted from buzzers and warnings telling him to help, and another that was the calm at the center of the storm. In that one he felt almost nothing.

Maybe that’s what scared him. Wolffe staggered back for a second, his free hand ripped his helmet from his head as his senses screamed in protest. His hand cupped the side of his head while searing white pain was all he could think about.

Good sol-

His eyes cleared for a moment, blaster along with his helmet hit the floor. Covering his face with an arm Wolffe started to climb through the rubble to you.

Fluttering eyelids were the only things that met when Wolffe shook you slightly. The slight move of your lips caught his attention as he started to rip away at the rubble holding you down.

All in an instant an arm grabbed out to the center of his chest plate freezing him in his tracks. The eyes of his commander met his own with fear etched in to every crevasse.

A small voice whispered in the back of his mind to find the blaster, that he didn’t finish the order he was given. What sent a shiver down his spine was knowing that the voice was undoubtedly his own.

“I knew you’d come.” The scratchy voice filled his ears and all others were silenced, hopefully for good. “What happened?” A sob threatened to break up your words while Wolffe started to move again.

“I- I don’t know.” Wolffes voice shook violently taking in the sight he just uncovered. The arm was definitely broken but a medic wouldn’t be able to help this time.

Taking your opposite arm he braced moving to sling it over his shoulder. He could hear the pained gasps trying to lift you up more. Your leg gave out slightly making you crash into Wolffe.

He didn’t know what to do, not this time. They couldn’t possibly use his own fighter to leave the atmosphere. Not while there was barley enough room as is.

They needed a bigger ship, something he could get you safely into. But that means getting back to the hanger and the odds were against them.

“Wolffe-“ the word was sparse and barely heard when the pair started to trudge back into the lights of the setting sun.

It was only then when Wolffe looked down at you, the orange sun colors your skin softly and the dying light wasn’t helping anything.

Blood was on the side of you robes, all over the arm that was cradled at your side, and by the opposite leg.

He did that- the pain was back and he fought all urges to double over in the very moment.

“Wolffe your hurt.” You whispered looking up at the man with a gaze that shifted in and out.

“My concerns is on you right now.” He spoke with a gruff coming back to his ship, only a few more steps.

He watched the daze clear for a second like the sun peaking out on a cloudy day.

“No I’m sacred. And I don’t know what to do.”

Wolffe’s heart caught in his throat. You were both helpless. As soon as his men saw what has become of him the Jedi wouldn’t be the only traitor among the ranks.

They both were scared.

A plan formed in Wolffe head, glancing over once he wondered if it would even work or if it would implode upon impact. They didn’t really have a choice, trying anything would be better than nothing.

“The base isn’t far.” He started. The memory of all the briefings flooded back to him slightly. “I can walk and get supplies, maybe even a ship and we can fly as far away from here as possible.”

Being a commander taught Wolffe to map out all possible outcomes for every plan he ever made. However dwelling on most of the outcomes he could think of made his stomach churn.

Most didn’t end up well.

“I can come with you.” You breathily spoke looking up to the man.

The helmet he grabbed on the way out positioned itself back in his head and the blaster landed on his hip.

“You can’t stand on your own.” Wolffe said bluntly pausing to take in the trek in front of him.

But what if- what if something happened to him leaving you stranded, or while he was gone you were taken from him. What if-

Wolffes eyes darted back and fourth, anxiously trying to find some way this could all be a twisted dream. You didn’t know it was him, could he even tell you? Putting so much trust in the man that did this to you.

You only looked up at him slightly waiting for him to make up his mind.

“You’re staying by me, we can figure out where to hide you when we get closer, and what to do about-.” He couldn’t bring himself to say brothers. They were both of yours families.

“Maybe we could save them.” The hope plagued your words. “They couldn’t have done this themselves.

That’s what Wolffe was worried about, what if he was in his right mind, if they all were, when they shit down the general and commander they fought the entire war with.

Good soldiers are loyal. Loyal to the ones they stand besides and the ones that protect them in the same way they do.

He was a good soldier.

Both commanders made they’re way in the direction of the base, Wolffe wasn’t sure if he was ready or if he could even protect you.

What if he snapped again?

Good soldiers follow orders.

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Hurts right in the feels😭

idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are, can i request another padawan reader with wolffe or fox? love all that you write!!

I love writing for Wolffe so much!

“Endure”

Summary: Ever wonder what happened to Wolffe and the pack after the tragedy of killing their Jedi? Me too, but what if there was a padawan along for the ride

Pairing: Wolffe x GN padawan Reader (Platonic)

Warning: Major character death, mentions and descriptions of injury and blood, butt load of angst no happy ending yet

Word count: 1475 being proof read

Notes: I couldn’t stop thinking about these boys all day and since Wolffe didn’t show up in the bad batch I’ve been wondering- how cool would it be if their was a show like the bad batch but with Wolffe and a padawan? Welcome to the first episode

“Wouldn’t want you falling behind now Wolfy” The commander heard the taunting voice of his padawan through the comm devices. Wolffe couldn’t help but roll his eyes that the quips you were throwing at him.

“I should be the one worrying about you keeping up.” He growled back through the comms. Wolffe watched as you and a few members of the Wolffe packed speed ahead of him and the general soaring through the air.

Coming next to him now Wolffe glance to the side of his ship to catch the head shake of Master Plo

“My dear commander what will we ever do with them?” Master Plo voice rang through Wolffe ship.

“Your the one that wanted a padawan, I unfortunately got stuck with the others.” Despite his words Wolffe couldn’t control the small smirk that played on his face as he watched his pack turn all fall back into the formation they were supposed to be flying in.

“My young padawan,” master Plo caught your attention as your ship neared both of theirs. “Since you are so eager to fly why don’t you go up ahead and scout for us.”

“On it master.” The cheeriness in your voice was hard to pass up as you flashed a quick smile at Wolffe as you zipped past him.

Another eye roll and soon Wolffe good eye would go bad- maybe he did roll it a little to hard this time, a small echo of a throb hurt the side of his head.

Wolffe hands griped the wheel harder this time and if on instinct before it even registered in his mind Wolffe was opening the message of the flashing comm device.

“Commander Wolffe, Execute order 66.”

Fear struck Wolffe first as the words bounced around in his head, did he even know what that meant? As quick as a light went out Wolffe forgot his worry and as if he was controlling himself from the passenger seat he pulled his ship back.

He didn’t need to look to see if his pack had done the same, working together for so long he knew they would follow him blindly.

Nothing in Wolffe’s mind expressed any doubt for what he was about to do next, all he knew was that he was the one to pull the trigger.

A scream echoed through the comm channel, but as quickly as it started it was gone. His sharp eye tracked the burning heap of a ship until it crashed into the ground bellow.

Did he regret it? Something in his mind whispered to him that he just shot down his general, one of his closet friends, his buir. A louder more dominant voice in his mind repeated over and over- kill the treasonous Jedi.

“Find and kill the padawan.” Wolffe snapped to his brothers as they all made their way to where they saw you disappear. Wolffe would find you, he had too.

Something wasn’t right- you happily flew out into the horizon. The thought of the war finally being over plagued your mind and you couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like when everything went back to normal.

No good things can last forever. A searing pain seemed like a title wave in your head, you wobbled for a moment trying to straighten out the ship.

Noise erupted throughout the force in an instant and only got louder and louder. Every word yelled seemed to blend and swirl together- all except one voice you knew too well.

“Master?” You spoke aloud seeing if you could reach him but static filled the air. A lump formed at the pit of your stomach and your vision wavered again. The force didn’t feel as it normally should, it was darker now.

“Wolffe what’s going on?” You tried the only other person who you knew could help you.

You looked over your shoulder as you were about to turn around and head back to see exactly what was going on when your eyes landed on the packs ships that were inbound.

A sigh reached your trembling lips as they grew closer and closer to your ever slowing ship- they would know what to do, especially if your master somehow…

Something made your spine itch as you watched your pack close in nearly reaching your position, no these weren’t the boys you knew. A darker aurora bleed into the once homey feeling of the 104th, it made you sick.

Without second thought you raced over the landscape followed closely in tow by Wolffe and his boys. The first shot fired upon you confirmed your ever growing fear. They were trying to attack you.

Blaster bolts upon blaster bolts rained against your ship, in an instant with a last ditch effort serve the wings engine was hit and the ground was coming at you a lot quicker than you wished.

Would you die knowing that your own men, your brothers killed you in cold blood- something had to be wrong with them, they would choose to do this.

Or would they?

The fighter hit the ground with a bang jolting you in your seat, pieces broke apart as the ship began the skid to a stop barely even recognizable as a ship anymore.

With one more attempt to open your eyes you watched as a piece of metal and rumbled fell along the glass window of the fighter. It cracked like a bolt of lightning across the sky, but the sight didn’t register in your mind as your head throbbed with pain and the sweet relief of unconsciousness took you in its hold

“Fighter shot down sir.” The deadpan voice of Sinker spoke to Wolffe. He watched the ship hit the ground, the wad of smoke was a good sign that there would be no survivors but Wolffe wasn’t a fool.

“I want to see the bodies, or we can assume the jetti survived understand?” His tone was harsh as he circled high above where your ship dropped only minutes ago.

As half of his squad went back to the first wreckage Wolffe and the rest started there descent to the world below.

Smoke filled the air and Wolffe had to stifle a cough under his helmet, his hands wouldn’t give up as he dug through the rubble.

“Sir over here.” Someone yelled for Wolffe as he quickly made his way over.

“That doesn’t look like a body to me trooper.” Wolffe spoke with such venom in his voice the shiny took a step backwards.

“Well sir we found this buried under this pile here,” The soldier paused for a moment handing Wolffe a arm brace, and what seemed to be half of a chest plate and shoulder guard. The symbol of the Jedi order haunted his vision. “The rock and metal is too heavy for us to lift on our own, and the fire makes it difficult.”

Wolffe knew what they were saying, stop their search and wait further instructions elsewhere- the maker knew he wanted to get out of this place quickly.

With a sigh and an eye roll Wolffe brought the armor down to him side before speaking lowly. “Take the men and head back to bass, see if the others can confirm their kill and wait there.”

“Your not coming commander?” Another voice asked.

“I want to make sure our work is finished.” Wolffe turned him back quickly on his men, maybe he should continue his search where the remains of a Jedi were strewn about but something else called to him.

The noise of ships taking off yet again filled his senses and only when they were gone did Wolffe start his dig once again.

His hand nearly went through a layer of broken glass as he pulled away. More smoke seemed to pour out of this hole when he turned his light on on the side of his helmet.

Wolffe scanned the shadowed room, a siren that wasn’t silenced in the crash kept blaring as Wolffe stuck his head inside.

That’s when the commander caught sight of a figure laying unnaturally towards the bottom of the broken ship. He recognized you immediately.

What part of him wanted to cry out when he saw you? Was it the old Wolffe, commander of the Wolffepack, or was it the quieted version of Wolffe he still has yet to understand.

Wolffe Face got closer and close taking in the sight- did he really do this, he was just following orders.

Good soldiers follow orders.

The slightest movement caught his well trained eyes, the up and down of your stomach was faint and Wolffe almost didn’t believe what he was seeing. You were still breathing.

You were still alive.

A hum of sorts took over in Wolffe brains as it had done before.

Within a blink Wolffe pulled out his blaster.

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Rooftop Squad Stuff

When rewatching this arc this scene is my favorite before disaster hits

pls enjoy some misc icons that I’m tired of seeing in my drafts folder part two (?) I think? Possibly part three? Who knows… not me.

Luxray, Jolteon, and ftm Pikachu late ko-fi doodle for jaie!

It's Mr. Sunshine!! ❤🧡💛

cody my beloved 🧡🧡🧡

Heyy could you maybe write another fives x platonic reader your stories are so good I binge read all of them

Wooo I love when I see you all binge reading on my posts!

“Keep your head up”

Read here on ao3: (✩)

Summary: After being rescued from some seppies Fives try’s to help you accept and love your newly acquired scars

Paring: Fives x GN padawan reader (Yes everyone it is PLATONIC)

Warning: Mentions of scars and injuries. Insecurity’s but Fives will make it all better

Word count: 713- and be so proud because I actually proof read

Notes: Don’t worry this is just a hold me over, an appetizer if you will, for a longer fic I plan to write later. Also there could be a part 2 to this with Alpha-17 maybe if your interested

He watched as the rest of his brothers started to exit the ship for their quick supply run on the rainy planet of Kamino, however Fives hung back with a quick nod from his general.

Rain pounded all around him as Fives waited for a moment before he saw your figure walking towards him, you made your way over to him a limp still present in your strides.

Fives or Rex normally volunteered to wait for you since it’s been a slow recovery since your last encounter with the separatist. With much begging Anakin finally let you come back with them on this mission.

And so far Fives could safely say that senators were dicks.

“You ok sir?” Fives asked as you came to a stop next to him.

You gave a small ‘Mhm’ as you kept your gaze trained to your boots. You’ve been getting a lot of that lately and you just wished thing were like they use to be.

Fives planted a firm hand on your shoulder making you glance up for a moment, he wouldn’t say anything but he could tell something was up.

His gloved hand traced over the raise red skin on your face, the stitches helped stop the bleeding but it still looked irritated and gnarly.

“I mean did you see what that senator was wearing? He couldn’t even talk.” Fives quietly spoke to you. You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes.

“He did look stupid.” You thought back to a few hours ago.

Fives was taken aback almost with the searing white flurry of rage he felt in that moment when a senator made a comment about his commander. His vod’ika. About their appearance.

He looked over to where Jesse was stationed next to him, one of his hands were held in tight fists while the other hovered just over his blaster.

Rex took a step closer to you. If looks could kill the senator would be long gone from all of the men present. Fives didn’t need the force to sense that everyone was livid and Anakin was ready to explode.

“What if people are scared, what if those cadets don’t like me?” Your small question brought him back to reality.

Fives let out a small laugh of his own as you looked at him with wide eyes. Oh how he wished he could erase all the doubt from your mind.

“First off kriff what they think.” Fives brought your face into his hands being carful not to hurt you. His tone became serious and you listened closely.

“Second of all do you know how much respect you’ll get from all those men in there? You saved some of their brothers by getting those scars and your not a shiny nat-born now. Alpha-17 is going to go crazy because that’s what he wants to see in the brothers he trains.” Fives smiled at you as he wiped a tear.

“And it makes you look like a total badass.” He added

You laughed now wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your robe. The pair started to walk off of the ship and through the hanger.

“You think so?” You still spoke unsure.

“Oh of course, I mean you look way more intimidating now. Kinda like Wolffe.” Fives thought about his older brother and commander for the 104th. A shiver shot down his spine.

“I do don’t I.” You looked up to Fives with a smile on your face, a smile he hasn’t seen since the days before that mission. It felt like lifetime ago.

“Just keep your head up.” Fives lightly tapped the underside of your chin. “Everyone’s going to be blown away. Your one of the most skilled people I know. And if they are hooked up on this,” He gestured. “Then clearly they aren’t looking hard enough at you.”

You and Fives walked side by side into the stark white halls of Kamino. The pride he felt for you was through the roof, the familiar bounce in your step returned as met up with the others.

You knew you had Fives and all the other men to make sure you were all right. A personal posse of hype-men at your deposal, and you were forever grateful.

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A Mother's Lullaby

Jedi!Fem!Reader & 501st

Summary: After returning home from a long campaign, you and your soldiers find it difficult to fall asleep. Echo has a bad dream which starts a chain reaction of clones entering your room looking for a different place to sleep for the night.

Pairing: Jedi!Fem!Reader & 501st

Characters: Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Hardcase, Tup, Kix, Dogma

Tags & Warnings: platonic clone cuddles, snuggles, and kisses, smidge of angst, comfort, fluff

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: I came up with this one from a dream I had. All gestures are 100% platonic. The lullaby the reader sings can be found here. Honestly, these boys need all the cuddles, snuggles, and love they can get. As always, please enjoy! 💚

After being away for several rotations on a long campaign with the 501st, you have finally made it back home to Coruscant. You leave your weary troops in the barracks and head towards your chambers to clean up and get some rest. You enjoy your first warm meal in what feels like forever and hop in the shower to wash the grime off your skin. You let the hot water caress your body as you stand underneath its invigorating spray, never wanting to leave the warmth. 

You finish your shower, slip on your night clothes, and crawl into your bed. You nestle under the covers and take a deep breath, letting the familiar scents of your room fill your senses. There’s nothing quite like sleeping in one’s own bed. At last, you can get some good sleep. Sleep during campaigns is always a hit or miss and never the top priority, but when you’re here, when you’re home, you can sleep comfortably knowing no one is trying to end your life or the life of your men. 

However, tonight you endlessly toss and turn in your bed. You're exhausted, you know it, you can feel it. You want to sleep desperately, but something is keeping you awake. You continue to toss and turn, but slumber seems to escape you. You sigh and stare up at the ceiling in defeat. So much for a good night's rest. After all those long nights on the hard ground with blaster and cannon fire, you wish for nothing more than to sleep.

Unexpectedly, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a presence entering your room. It’s too dark to see anything, but through the force, you can see exactly who it is. “Echo?” You ask while sitting up against your pillow.

“Ah, sorry to wake you General,” Echo answers while putting an awkward hand on his neck. 

“I wasn’t asleep,” You admit with a sigh as you rub your forehead. “Are you having trouble sleeping too?”

“I…” Echo begins to answer, but hesitates, unsure of how to say what he wants to say. “I had a bad dream.”

You cock your head to the side and give him a sympathetic smile, “Dreams are only dreams, Echo. They can’t hurt you.”

“Yeah,” Echo agrees half-heartedly. “I know.”

You sense he has something else to say, but he is too nervous to ask you. “Is there something else you want, Echo?” You ask to try and get him to tell you. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Echo opens his mouth to speak, but then closes it. He doesn’t want to step out of bounds with you as his General, but he also doesn’t want to go back to the barracks. Finally, he musters the courage and asks, “Can I sleep here tonight?”

You’re initially taken aback by the request, but your heart softens towards the tired clone. The nightmares that plague him must be horrific if he wants to sleep with his General. You think about it for a moment, but decide that it won’t hurt to let him stay the night with you. You pat the empty portion of the bed to the right of you to show him your approval, “Come here.” 

Still a little wary of the idea, Echo meanders his way over to the bed and crawls from the base up to where you are. You stretch out your arm and invite him to rest his head on your chest. He obliges with a little hesitancy and you gently drape your arm over his side and back. You can feel every ounce of tension in his body escape at your touch. He breathes deeply and lets out a relaxed sigh, knowing nothing can hurt him now.

You smile at the clone clinging to you and run your fingers through his hair. As a Jedi, you’re not allowed to have attachments, but there’s nothing in the code that says you can’t show compassion. These clones. They’re children, stuck in adult bodies, fighting a war that they never asked for. They never asked to be created. They never asked to be expendable. They never asked to be slaughtered. The least you can do is to offer them some sort of comfort. 

As you settle in with Echo and to try to get some rest, you sense another presence come into your room. Perhaps you should keep your room locked from now on. As the figure enters your dark room, you can see through the force that its Fives. “Looking for Echo?” You ask knowingly.

“Uh, yeah,” Fives answers with a jolt of surprise. “How’d you know?”

“The domino twins will always be inseparable,” You chuckle softly. “Where one goes, the other usually follows.”

“I didn’t think we were that predictable,” Fives rolls his eyes.

“Let’s just say that it doesn’t take a force wielder to know your thoughts,” You explain with a smile. “Would you like to join your brother?”

“I can’t sleep well without him nearby,” Fives admits as he crawls over the base of the bed and scooches next to Echo.

“Better?” You ask while looking over at him.

“Much better,” Fives answers as he nuzzles into the blankets.

You look down at both the clones now sleeping in your bed and you smile. You never thought something like this would occur, but here you are. It’s not that you don’t want them here, but you do feel a weird sense of maternal instinct as they lay there in your presence. Clearly they feel safe with you, but you’re not sure why. Other than being their General, leading them into battle, force healing their wounds, and giving them pep-talks, you’re not sure why they are attached to you.

Your thoughts are once again interrupted by a figure entering your room. You let out a slightly exasperated sigh when you realize it is yet another clone tip-toeing his way into your bedroom. “Looking for something, Jesse?” You ask the sneaking clone.

Caught by surprise, Jesse stumbles back into the wall. “Uh, well, you see,” He begins to explain in earnest. “Echo and Fives aren’t in their bunks, and they’re usually up to no good when they’re together, so I went looking for them.”

“Well, you found them,” You point out in a hushed tone. “They’re right here, sleeping with me.” 

Jesse pauses as he thinks about the situation before him. “Can…” He begins to ask. “Can I sleep here too?” 

“I don’t see why not,” You answer. Your bed is definitely big enough, but you’re still not sure why all these clones want to sleep in your room. They have the barracks and bunks of their own, and they sleep with all their brothers. It is odd to you, but nevertheless, you let him climb into bed with you, Echo, and Fives. He crawls over the end of the bed and situates himself on the left side of the bed, across from the others. Close, but not close enough to touch you. You smile at his reservation. 

As you begin to nod off, you’re pulled awake by yet another disturbance in your room. You wonder if you’re ever going to get any sleep at this rate. You look up at the figure standing across from the bed and with a sigh you ask them what they want, “What do you need Hardcase?”

“Oh, you knew it was me, huh?” Hardcase asks with a little embarrassment.

“You have a very distinct pattern in the force,” You answer with a small yawn.

“Really?” He questions with great interest. “I do?”

“Technically, you all do,” You explain further. “So, what can I do for you?”

“Jesse, Echo, and Fives aren’t in their bunks,” Hardcase begins to explain. “I thought they went to the refresher, but when they didn’t come back, I got worried.”

You smile at him and his concern for his brothers. “Don’t worry,” You soothe. “They’re right here with me.”

“What?” He questions with reproach. “They get to sleep with you? No fair!”

“Would you like to sleep here too?” You propose, thinking one more clone wouldn’t hurt. 

“Really?” He asks with excitement. “Can I?” 

“Only if you keep your voice down,” You hush as you feel Echo stir under your arm.

“Oh,” He quickly whispers. “Right. Gotcha. I’ll be quiet.”

Hardcase crawls into bed next to Jesse and Jesse wraps an arm around his brother to make sure he feels included. You look \around at the group of clones covering your bed and let out a small chuckle. You’re not sure how one turned into four, but there’s no going back now. You can only hope that no more wayward clones will show up in your bedroom looking for a different place to sleep or their missing brothers.

However, your thoughts betray you as you sense Kix’s force presence entering your room. Should have seen that one coming. “If you’re looking for Echo, Fives, Jesse, or Hardcase, they’re here with me,” You announce, deciding to jump to the chase. 

“You sound exhausted,” Kix jests as he folds his arms. “I can make them leave, you know.”

“It’s fine,” You answer while running your fingers through Echo’s hair. You remind yourself why you began this little clone sleepover in the first place and smile softly. “Sometimes, we just need each other.”

“Amen to that,” Kix agrees. “You got room for one more?”

“Of course,” You smile at the medic. “Grab a spot wherever you can find one.”

Kix crawls over Jesse and Hardcase, kicking them playfully in the process, and flops himself across from you near the edge of the bed. He grabs a fistful of covers and nuzzles them softly. You smile wide at his childish movements. They really are just children. Children who had their childhoods stolen from them. You can’t quite reach Kix, but if you could, you would rub his back to lull him to sleep. Maker knows medics need their sleep.

No sooner does Kix settle in, do you feel another force presence enter the room. This one is a little more cautious, as if he’s contemplating that he doesn’t belong. You feel his hesitation and call out to him, “Dogma. You can come in.”

“General,” He acknowledges as he steps closer. “I don’t mean to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding, Dogma,” You reassure the hesitant clone.

“Can…” Dogma begins, still feeling like he’s not allowed to ask for this. “Can I sleep here too?”

Your heart softens at his innocent and heartfelt plea, and you smile at him, “Yes, Dogma. You’re welcome here too.”

He smiles back and crawls across the edge of the bed and nestles neatly just below Echo and Fives. You wonder about Dogma sometimes, because he keeps to himself a lot and has trouble opening up to others. You feel great reservation from him, even on the battlefield. But you’ve heard from the others that his previous General was abusive and uncaring. It breaks your heart that anyone could be so malicious towards such beautiful souls. They didn’t deserve that.

Suddenly, you feel an intense presence of sadness and fear enter your room. Your heart begins to race as the force scrunches around you. You want to jolt up out of bed, but you don’t want to disturb your sleeping clones. As the force becomes less distorted, you can finally see who it is. “Tup?” You ask with concern. “Are you okay? You scared me.”

“They left me alone,” Tup says through a shaky breath while clenching his fists. “I don’t want to be alone.”

The pain in his voice breaks your heart. Every ounce of maternal instinct in you tells you to get up and hug this sad clone until all his pain is gone, but you can’t get up at the moment, not with all these sleeping clones surrounding your every side. Instead you invite him to come join you by patting the open real estate next to your left side. “Come here, Tup.” 

He rushes over to the bedside and crawls over Kix to get to your side. You open your free arm and let him rest his head on your chest. You can feel a little shake in his body so you rub his back and place your head atop his. “Shhh. It’s alright,” You soothe. “I’ve got you. Your brothers are right here with you.” You feel the force settle around him and his breathing becomes soft.

“I wish I had a mother,” Tup admits into your chest.

You're surprised by the statement, but it’s not a completely unfounded thought. The clones are test-tube babies. Copies from an original source, with no mothers to speak of. Perhaps that is why they feel safe with you. Perhaps, because you are a woman, they feel a certain level of maternal attachment to you. That’s why they feel safe. That’s why they want to sleep here with you. That’s why they relax in your presence and melt under your touch. They just want a mother.

“What’s it like having a mother?” Tup asks out of curiosity.

“I don’t really remember mine to be honest,” You answer. “I was taken from her at a young age to be trained as a Jedi.”

“Oh,” Tup answers sadly.

“But,” You continue. “I do remember that she was warm and kind. She had a good heart and would sing me lullabies to go to sleep.”

“Lullabies?” Tup wonders at the strange word.

“Yes,” You explain in a hushed tone. “Mothers sing them to their children to help them go to sleep.”

“Would you sing us a lullaby?” Tup asks as he nuzzles further into you. 

You’re shocked at the question. No one has ever asked you to sing, let alone sing a lullaby. “Well, I don’t know...” You hesitate.

You feel Echo tug gently at your hem and whispers, “Please?” 

There were several more ‘pleases’ and ‘mhms’ coming from the lumps on your bed. You look around at the seven sleepy clones and wonder how you got yourself into this predicament. But, their innocence captures your heart and you feel a tender fondness for their simple request. How hard could it be to sing them a lullaby? You close your eyes and think back to when you were still with your mother and try to remember the words and the tune she sang to you.

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

You finish the lullaby as tears form in the corner of your eyes. The words of the song unlocked the sweet memories of your mother from so long ago. She was a strong and loving woman, and even though you don’t remember her face, you could feel her embrace you through the force as the lyrics of her soothing lullaby escaped your lips. Such a soft and simple song, but so full of love, care, and comfort.

You look around lovingly at the clones sleeping softly in your bed and smile. Your heart is full. They’re all sleeping peacefully, probably for the first time in a long while. But your happy thoughts are pierced with poison as you remember why they exist. The bloody war. The war that no one asked for. The war they lay their lives down for. Not all of them may come back, but for now, yes, for now they are safe here with you. 

You look up as you sense the final presence you knew would show up eventually. “Captain,” You whisper, trying not to wake the clones. Rex came into the bedroom while you were singing the lullaby and leaned against the wall while he waited for you to finish. 

“I was wondering where my men went,” Rex chuckles while looking at his sleeping soldiers spread out across your bed.

“They needed a little mothering tonight,” You say as you leave a gentle kiss on Echo’s head. 

Rex smiles, “I can see that.”

“Will you join them?” You ask. “There’s room for one more.”

Without much convincing, Rex pushes himself off the wall and crawls onto the foot of the bed. He lays sideways at the edge, positioning himself to guard over his men. Rex is a great leader and a great Captain. He cares deeply for each of his men and puts their safety above his own. It’s just like him to take the most vulnerable and uncomfortable position so his men can relax and feel covered under his dutiful watch. You smile fondly at their brotherly bond. 

You let out a small sigh and lean over to the left to leave a small kiss on Tup’s head. You would kiss them all goodnight, but the rest are too far out of your reach. “Codladh sámh, my little ones,” You whisper while leaning your head back against the pillow to finally let yourself fall asleep. “Dream of a life far away from this one.”

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Masterlist

A03

Low Power by Jarzardart

This was a little idea that I came up with for some reason but yeah.

“Ad’ika”

Summary: Fives have been patronizing you for the last couple of rotations with a word in a language you don’t understand. Now you’ll stop at nothing to figure out his little game.

Paring: Fives x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC WOOO)

Warning: none :) please try to enjoy

Word count: 902 This was meant to be a drabble but long then I expected, but shorter than my normal fics… if that makes sense

Notes: giving myself a pat on the back for actually proof reading something. Thank you thank you *bows*



Fives laughed as he practically draped himself over Echo's shoulder, he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Just tell me Fives!" You shot your hands up, running them quickly through your hair. Fives for the past few rotations started calling you a name in a language you didn't understand which was very unfair.

Ad'ika.

It has been haunting you since Fives started.

You knew some words in Mando'a but this was not one of the limited few.

A smirk flashed across his face again. Echo rolled his eyes at his batch mates actions knowing it was stupid to peeve off a Jedi.

"Echo come on." You tried him for the 100th time. "At least tell me it's nothing bad."

"It's nothing bad." Echo simply said looking from you to Fives.

"Then tell me!"

Fives only shook his head before looking down to his comms. "Maybe after training, which your going to be late for." He shot a finger up silencing your next thought, then jabbed towards the door the doors.

You took one last desperate glance at Echo which he only replayed with a shrug. Heavy footsteps stomped through the halls and out of their ear shot.

"Are you ever going to end their misery? I'm sure by tomorrow they're going to be threatening you with that lightsaber." Echo glance back at Fives as he now decided to get up once you were gone.

"Maybe." Fives said with a laugh. "I'm already in too deep, I said it on accident once but it's kinda growing on me." He bumped shoulders with Echo as they walked out into the halls.

"Besides it's making all the vodes very happy to have just a little fun keeping a small secret."

"And to be calling them that." Echo added as they both turned without thought to the barracks.

You dodged out of the way as you felt the air of the punch that Anakin sent right against your cheek.

The small training room aboard the Dominator wasn’t ideal but between missions it was perfect, or even to clear up some thoughts.

Anakin sent another kick that barely missed grazing your side. You could hear the load inhale that came from the Captain watching

“Y/N what’s going on today?” He asked in between punches and kicks. “Your distracted- I can barely hear myself think.”

With a grunt you sent another kick towards your master which he easily blocked. “Fives is driving me up the wall.” You said with a breath.

“What’s new? Welcome to my life.” Rex added from the wall he leaned on. “What did he do this time.” Anakin finished for him, bringing the sparing to a stop.

“He keeps saying something to me that I don’t understand. Every cycle I hear it but he won’t tell me, none of the men will.” You slide down the wall to the dusty mat that covered most of the floor.

Rex let out a small chuckle before Anakin joined you on the floor. “Well what is it?”

You leaned your head on the wall before answering. “Ad’ika.” The new language felt weird on your tongue. “Do you know it master?”

Anakin glanced at Rex before looking back at you. “Fives is calling you that?” He asked with a smile growing on his face.

“Yes! All the men are. Do you know what it means?” Your eyes lightened up looking form Anakin and Rex. Maybe finally you’ll get answers.

Anakin along with Rex started to laugh, clearly something about your misery was amusing to them.

“Well since Fives asked me not too I’m sure the general would be perfect to let you in on their little game.” Rex put his hands up in surrender as he joined the pair on the ground.

Rex watched as Anakin leaned over and whispered in your ear. You snapped your head towards his direction with a questioning look on your face.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure Y/N.” Anakin said with a smirk. “I’ve definitely heard Rex say it before.”

It made perfect sense now.

An old mission where you and Fives were in a Saloon when someone asked who you were- it rolled right off his tongue just as easy as his name did when introducing himself.

In the dead of night after a hard campaign- the comforting words seemed to wrap you up like a blanket.

All the times Fives has called you that seemed to be seen clearly through the light of day. They all came flooding back to you.

It seemed like a trance when you got up and walked away from the training room. Your brain didn’t really know where you were going but your legs did.

Around a corner, then another. You practically bumped into Fives as you turned into another corridor, the path to the barracks seemed engraved into your mind at this point.

“How was training Ad-“ Before he could finish his sentence you wrapped your arms in a rib crushing hug around Fives.

Caught off guard it took him a second to really register what was going on. “Is everything all right Y/N?”

You nodded into his chest, staying in his warm embrace for a moment longer before you said. “I like that name. Please don’t ever stop using it.”

You felt Fives give a little chuckle before he said. “I knew you would.

Ad’ika: Little one/ Son/ Daughter

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Clan of Three - Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven: The Siege

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, blood, massive angst, PTSD, some wholesome moments but still mainly sad

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The Crest while usually silent was void of anything, no conversation, no laughter from the child’s behavior, no words of Mando’a taught, nothing. It was as if no one was even on board the ship. Din stood in the hull looking in on the hole in the wall speaking to the child, “All right, let’s try this again. Okay, did you… Do you have the wire?” He speaks to the child who stands in the small compartment trying to fix the damage though he doesn’t fully understand.  “Okay. Did you get the wire out? The red wire?” The child looks at the board of wires his small hands moving to pull out the blue wire,

“No, no, no. No, the red one. Show me the red wire. The red one.” Din points at the red wire and the child uses his other hand to grab the red wire, “Yes, good. Now, you’re going to plug that red wire where the blue wire goes into the board.”

The child looks back at Din confused then back to the board, “Put the red wire where the blue wire goes in the board, okay? But don’t let them touch. You see where you took the blue one off? Yes, now put the red one…” The child moves the red wire toward the blue port before putting the blue one make and Din shakes his head trying to explain to the child.

“No, don’t put the blue one back. Put the red one where the blue one was. And put the blue one where the red one was. But be careful.” Din warns the child as he brings the wires back towards the board, “They’re oppositely charged, so keep them away from each other. Make sure you hold them apart from… No, hold them apart.” A spark of electricity crackles as the two cables touch shocking the child. Smoke appears from the hole as Din looks in, “Oh… Are you okay?”

A cough of smoke comes out of the child’s mouth as it whines, holding his hands out he pulls the kid from the hole looking down at him, “Well, it was worth a shot. There’s no way we’re making it to Corvus in this shape. I think we need to visit some friends for repairs. So, how’d you like to go back to Nevarro?” The child coos in excitement and it’s decided. Footsteps from the cargo hull to say the glimpse of you retreating into the hull. To say things have been tense would be an understatement, follow the fight you hardly interacted with him. You avoid the cockpit at all costs, you’ve been holed up in the cargo hull even sleeping there despite it not having heating there. You kept your distance and it hurt him.

You had heard the end of his one-sided conversation with the child about returning to Nevarro so you settled yourself in the area you dedicated for yourself in the cargo hull. Your cot had been set up with some extra blanket your weapons and your satchel with the jedi texts. Since you lost a source of conversation you spent your time reading the books or just focusing on the force. In the books jedi mediated to reconnect themselves to the force, stronger users could connect with other jedi across the galaxy or even with jedi who were no longer alive. You had tried as the books described it but you either got nothing from it or this dread feeling that made you stop meditating. You felt the ship descend towards what you assume is Nevarro and you grab your blaster and knife holster them and attach your saber to your belt. You heard the doors to the ramp open up as you exit the hull where you see Din speaking to Greef who is holding the child dressed in new more regal clothes and Cara in her armor that looks fixed up.

“Ah, and there is the other one I assume your travels with Mando have been well?” Greef says as you can feel Din’s gaze through his helmet burning into your skin. You nod trying to hide your awkwardness from the question.

“Never a boring day..” Your comment makes Greef laughs as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you toward the city.

Freeing yourself from Greef’s hold you take in the bustling streets with people and trade, smiles on their faces, unlike the grimness of bounty hunters or the empire. ”Looks like you two have been busy.” Din notices the change as well.

“I myself have been steeped in clerical work. Marshal Dune here is to be thanked for cleaning up the town.” Greef says and you look over at Cara who has a proud look on her face from the title.

“Your ship’s not lookin’ too good.” Cara mentions and Din nods, “I had a run-in with the New Republic.”

“They should leave the Outer Rim alone. If the Empire couldn’t settle it, what makes them think they can? Here we are.” Greef says leading you to the former cantina where you were pinned down by Gideon and the empire.

“I’m surprised to see this place is still standing.” You say looking at the fixed windows and the door that’s not blasted in. Greef smiles motioning you all inside, “Wait till you see inside.” The sight of children all sitting at desks surprises you as a protocol droid teaches the class,

“Who can name one of the five major trade routes in the galaxy? Anyone? How about the Corellian Run?” A young boy raises his hand before speaking, “The Hydian Way?” “Yes, the Hydian Way. That is correct.”

“A school?” Din says as you all stand to the side looking at the class that didn’t seem disturbed by your sudden appearance. You look over the children all of them young before you spot one child, a girl looking at you. She sits in the middle rows where the once cantina tables were. Her hair is just loosely done up her eyes wide as she looks over you her eyes see the weapon on your belt and almost awe and excitement cover her face. You smile lightly at the child and she grins waving shyly before facing forward. You look around at the classroom it looked nothing like the cantina before. A hand on your shoulder from Cara pulls you from your thoughts as you leave and give a small wave to the child who sits in the front row.

The center was filled with stands for goods and trinkets to be sold, “Things have changed since you’ve been here but it’s always good to have you return.” Greef explains to you and Din as you make your way out of the square. A loud crash fills the air and the e-web ammunition box explodes the fire and heat scorching your skin. The gunfire is loud in your ears as a blaster shot past you. Panic and adrenaline rush through you as your heart pounds loudly in your ears. The fighting and the screams around you are deafening and appearing from the flames was Moff Gideon the blaster in his hands dropping to the ground as he moves for something attached to his belt. Your hand moves to your saber to attack when a hand grips your wrist tightly.

“Kid!” Din’s voice breaks through all the noise and everything is normal, no fires, there are no signs of fighting, and no Moff Gideon. Your hand jerk forward to try to activate your blade but Din’s hand stops you, “Breathe kid…hey listen you gotta breathe..” His voice is clear as you gasp for air and you see Cara and Greef looking at you in concern for you suddenly trying to fight. Your pounding heart settles and you see that the noise was the cart of metal items crashing against each other.

“Kid?!” Din calls out to you and you notice his grip on your wrist and you pull away as if he burned you. Your hand holds your saber in a deadly grip looking at the three adults that were still looking at you in concern almost speaking to each other silently.

“I’m fine..” You breathe out forcing yourself to holster your saber though you still felt like he would appear around the corner. The three of them look at you each with their worries as you look away from them your hands balled into fists trying to put your focus somewhere else, “I’m fine really.” You nod trying to prove to them but also to yourself. You weren’t sure how long they were watching you until Greef nods before making his way to his office, Cara glances at you before joining Greef. You walk behind her, your eyes darting to where Moff Gideon stood his hands moving towards something attached to his belt. Stop it that wasn’t real. Your safe you’re fine. Din keeps his eyes glued to your retreating figure trying to understand what had just happened.

Entering Greef’s office you hear a man’s voice. “There’s no registration on the ship, but I’m pretty sure it belongs…” His voice trails off seeing Din following behind you three and fear covers his face.

“I believe you two have met.” Greef looks at the two of them and Din nods, ”I’m surprised to see you here.”

“Right back at ya.” The blue man responds fearfully. “Mythrol here’s taken care of my books since he was a pollywog. But then he disappeared one day after a bit of creative accounting.” Greef says and Mythrol nods.

“Magistrate Karga was generous enough to let me work off my debt. Thank you, by the way.” He says indebted to the human who shrugs, “Three hundred and fifty years, but who’s counting?”

Din nods looking at his former bounty, “Well, if he runs off on you again, let me know.” “Let me assure you, I do not wanna spend any more time in carbonite. Still can’t see outta my left eye.” Mythrol promises while putting a hand up to his eyes remembering the cold from the carbonite.

“Can we talk business?” Cara says and Din gives her a look. “I’m only here for repairs.”

“Which’ll take a while. Which means you’ll have free time on your hands, right? And we could really use your help.” Greef points out and Din knows he wasn’t going to refuse.

“Help how?” A map is pulled up of the planet, “This is Nevarro. We’re here. This entire area’s a green zone. Completely safe. But over on this side is the problem.” Cara points at the green area and then focuses on a small red area or the map, “It’s an old Imperial base. It’s where all those troops came from when we defeated Moff Gideon. This base has been here since the Imperial expansion. It’s got a skeleton crew, but for some reason, it hasn’t been abandoned.”

“There’s a lot o’ heavy weaponry in that place the black market would love to dismantle and get their hands on,” Greef says looking at the imperial base with disdain and you look at the base of it as well,

“And you wanna mop up the last of the Imperial force before they do.” You say and Greef nods before turning to the man,

“Mando, I just want them off my planet. If we could take out that one last base, Nevarro would be completely safe. We could be a trade anchor for the entire sector.” Greef begs and Cara adds, “And the planet would finally be free.”

Din looks over the map, “What are we looking at?”

“The whole base is powered by a reactor. We sneak in, overload the reactor, and get the hell outta there.” Greef explains as you travel by speeder toward the imperial base. You were inside the vehicle before Din could give any comment about you not going on this mission.

“Let’s be fast. And keep the speeder running.” Din warns you all as you travel over the lava flats of Nevarro. Coming up ahead through the canyon was the large base, “There it is, right there. You see it?” Greef points up at it resting along the edge of the canyon.

“How close you want me to drop you off?” Mythrol asks nervously being this close to a potential fight, “How ’bout the front door?” Greef comments and Mythrol gives him a look of fear,

“It’s a little close for a civilian, don’t you think?” Greef looks at him, “I got two choices for ya. You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.”

“Or?” “Or I leave ya out here in the lava flats to walk home with whatever’s left in your humidity vest.” Mythrol sighs his options limited,

“It’s not much of a choice, is it?” You arrive in front of an elevator that leads to the base, you all climb out beside Mythrol, “All right. We can’t go any further than this.”

“Controls are useless. They’re melted.” Cara huffs looking at the melted panel, “Well, it’s probably not rated for lava.” Your comment which makes Greef grimace at the base,

“Imperial trash.”

“All right, I’m headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we could set up a rendezvous time.” Mythrol says starting up the vehicle but Greef points his finger at him, “You park your gills right there until I say otherwise.”

“I’m startin’ to dehydrate, boss.” The aqua man whines, “Okay, how does 30 more years off your debt sound?” Greef offers and the man sighs once again,

“Can you at least be quick about it?” “You wanna be quick? Grab the flange cutter and help us out.”

“Okay, fine. I don’t like leaving my speeder like this, just so you know.” He climbs out of the vehicle while you all stand waiting for him, “Come on, hurry it up.” Greef rushes him as he pulls out an item from the speeder,

“All right, I’m coming.” He responds before coming to the door and starting to cut the door open. “Hurry up.” Greef rushes him as he barely has gotten an inch done. The sound of a jetpack and you see Din rocket up to the platform leaving you all behind. The crackling of electricity as he cuts through the metal door.

“How long is this gonna take?” Cara asks and Mythrol turns away from his work, “Look, lady, this is rated for light plumbing and such. You’re lucky I even packed it at all.” He turns back continuing his small work and you sigh before stepping forward,

“Step aside,” “Step aside? Why would I need t-” Your saber ignites with a howl and he barely moves as it digs into the door and you start carving your way in much faster than Mythrol had been.

“That’s a…” Mythrol says in awe, “I’ve never seen anything like it.” Greef comments looking surprised at the weapon. A large thud as a stormtrooper lands on the ground as you finish cutting through the door. You step inside holstering your saber and looking at the three.

“Come on.” Greef enters followed by Cara who pauses looking at Mythrol still standing away from the door, “Are you comin’ in or what?”

“I’ll take my chances here, but thank you.” He says and Cara warns him and he suddenly looks frightened, “Well, when the lava tide comes in, give us a holler. We’ll drop you a rope.” He quickly enters and the four of you reach the platform, you see the aftermath of Din’s fight as he stands amongst dead troopers,

“Empty base, huh?” He comments and Greef moves past him towards the entrance,

“The reactor should be set in the heat shaft. If we drain the cooling lines, this whole base will go up in a matter of minutes.” You follow the man until Mythrol points at a large armored vehicle, “Look. It’s a mint Trexler Marauder. We can get a lot for this on the black market.”

“And it’s gonna get vaporized like the rest of this base. Now, let’s go.” Din says moving towards the hangar full of speeder bikes and you hear Myhtrol mutter over the lost. You all snuck further into the base Cara entered the command center to take down the officer. You hear faint choking before she waves you all in.

Din moves to the board to mess with the cameras while Greef and Mythrol lot the body, “This will come in handy.” You stay by the entrance standing guard, your hand rests on your saber. Since entering you’ve felt this presence or energy that weighs down on you. It felt dark…evil. Faint whispers call out to you making you look down a long hall.

“I know you’re there…”

His voice echoes out and a hand latches to your shoulder making you jump. Cara looks down at you with your frightened expression, “We’re moving kid.” She says and you nod stepping away from her and start following after the group, you could feel that lingering but the heat almost burned your shoulder. You could picture his hand moving to his belt before you’re back in the imperial base.

You’re suddenly pulled back against the wall and passing by are two stormtroopers,

“Must’ve blown a transformer over there.” “All right. We’ll check it out.” The troopers move further down the hall as you hear them continue to talk,

“Section-Four? TK-1-4-7.” “Scan control has been unreliable since last rotation. Send a technical crew to check it out.” The two disappear around the corner and that’s when you notice it was Din that grabbed you and you quickly pull away. You ignore the man’s gaze on you before he moves towards a door, “There, Mythrol, slice that door.”

“Use the code cylinder,” Greef adds as Mythrol moves to the door pulling out the cylinder and putting in the port the door opens the heat of the lava warming you all as you step inside.

“Whoa!” Mythrol yells out seeing the bubbling lava many feet below, “Yeah, “whoa” is right. That’s it. Get on the reactor controls, and drain the coolant lines. We’ll watch the doors.” He points to the panel and Mythrol looks at the panel and then at the group.

“Me?” “Yes, you!”

Mythrol looks at the fall down, “I’m afraid o’ heights. And heat. And lava.”

“How ’bout if I put ya back in carbonite? Get over there!” Din threatens him and that kicks him in gear as he moves to the edge that leads to the panel, “There’s no guardrail on this.”

“Come on!” You all shout as he inches his way back and pressed the wall to the panel you could see the clear fear on his face, “Come on, hurry up, hurry up. Hurry up!” Greef yells at him and he turns to clutch the wall with shaky hands pulling out the cylinder and inserting it. Accessing the control console there are so beeps before a large alarm starts going off,

“All right, she’s gonna blow. Let’s go! Let’s get outta here!” You yell as Mythrol scrambles back to safety as you rush out of the reactor core,

“How long do we have?” Cara asks as you race through the halls,

“Ten minutes at the most,” Mythrol says. The alarm blares as you narrowly dodge a trio of troopers passing through the hall “5-3-8-7 and 5-3-8-9, follow me. Call in reinforcements!” Once they pass you all take off through the corridors. Entering a room you see a pair of men standing in front of a control panel,

“Hurry up, purge the drives. Destroy it!” One of them yells out pulling out a weapon and shooting at the panel slightly and at you guys. Din quickly shoots the one man trying to wipe and he slumps over the panel the second one tries firing when his blaster is ripped from him and he gasps for air his hands moving to his throat. The four adults look over at you with your hand held out in a grip-like gesture as you watch the officer before your gaze moves to the wall.

“What the…” You whisper and the others look at the walls, several tanks containing deformed beings none of them looking in any form alive.

“I thought you said this was a forward operating base.” Cara says looking at the glass and Greef looks confused as well, “I thought it was.”

Cara shakes her head before turning towards the panel and the man, “No, this isn’t a military operation. This is a lab. We need to get into the system and figure out what’s going on.” You look at the man you have captive.

“Do it.” You order him and the scientist glares before spitting at your feet, “I’d rather die.” He snarls before gasping harder his face going red.

“That could be arranged.” You remark and Din looks over at you surprised by your comment. “Calm down kid,”

Cara looks over at Mythrol motioning for him to do it, “What about the reactor…” He asks

“Do it! Do it.” She orders and he moves to the panel passing by the scientist who glares at him and then moves the dead body off the panel, “Pardon me.”

“I don’t like this.” Din comments as Mythrol works on getting into the system. Suddenly a transmission appears via hologram as the same doctor from Nevarro stands speaking,

“Replicated the results of the subsequent trials, which also resulted in catastrophic failure. There were promising effects for an entire fortnight, but then, sadly, the body rejected the blood. I highly doubt we’ll find donors with a higher M-count, though. I recommend that we suspend all experimentation. I fear that the volunteer will meet the same regrettable fate if we proceed with the transfusion. Unfortunately, we have exhausted our initial supply of blood. The Child is small, and I was only able to harvest a limited amount without killing him. We were able to gain more amounts from the girl but it still wasn’t efficient. If these experiments are to continue as requested, we would again require access to the donors. I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon.” The air grows cold hearing that name spoken as the transmission ends.

“This must be an old transmission. Moff Gideon is dead.” Din says but his voice sounds far away. This couldn’t be real. He‘s dead you saw it with your eyes, the Tie-fighter went down in flames. No…he couldn’t be alive. His hands move to his belt, the fire, the explosions…all of it. 

“No. This recording’s three days old.”

He’s here…right now.

Din’s blood runs cold as the news hits him, “If Gideon’s alive then…” The loud choking fills the air and the four adults look at the scientist clutching his throat his face was turning blue, and the blood vessel in his eyes popped and bleeding. The veins on his arms and neck bulge as he tries to breathe. Din’s head snaps over to you standing there. You’re still staring ahead your eyes glossed over lost in your head and your hand closing into a fist.

“Kid! Stop it, kid,” Din yells moving to you grabbing your shoulders shaking you but you barely register the feeling so lost in your head. Moff Gideon was alive. The child…you. He’s going to find you, he already knows you’re here. It was too hot, why couldn’t you breathe? Your heart was hurting, your fingers were digging into your palm hard enough to break the skin.

His hand moves to the belt and then there’s pain.

A loud crack fills the air and air rushes back into you making you fall over but Din catches you before you could hit the ground. The lights were bright and everything was loud. It wasn’t until Din’s voice pulls you from your head finally.

“Deep breathes kid okay, haalur par ni.”(Breathe for me) He says and your gaze moves past the beskar helmet and you see the man. His neck is contorted at an angle that is not natural a fear-stricken look on his face, his lifeless eyes staring back at you.

You did that...

“Over there!” A voice shouts out and a blaster fire is blocked by beskar, “I need you to move kid, okay?” He says holding your face to make you look at him and only him. You killed him…you’ve never killed anyone like that. You didn’t know you could do something like that. Din helps you to your feet as the final trooper drops dead.

“I need to get the kid,” Din says needing to go check on the safety of the child but at the same time wanting to stay and look after you. Your arms leave his hands and your face is calm as you pull off your saber, “Just go Din.” You don’t even look at him when you speak this being the first time since your fight. He can see the fear and anger on your face and your hand a death grip on your saber.

Din looks over at Cara who nods, “Jet back, you’re faster that way. We’ll head to the speeder and meet you in town.” Din hesitates but the look Cara tells him she has her makes him leave. He gives you one final look before taking off through the hall and blaster fire starts.

You go to move but Cara’s hand grabs your bicep, “You alright kid, I need you focused.” She says look over you and you nod stepping away from her.

“I’m fine Cara…let’s get out of here.” You say and a howl emits from your saber the orange blade coloring your face you turn and start down the hall leaving the three to witness the massacre ahead of them. The three adults had just exited the room to see you violently swing your saber it cleaving a trooper’s head off. You used two hands as you attacked the unsuspected trooper not even caring where you hit just wanting them dead. It was tunnel vision as you push through the halls with no regard for the adults behind you would cover your blind spots but you only had one thought in mind. Your vision blurred between the halls of the base cutting through troopers or deflecting their bullets to large grand halls. The gunfire surrounds you the bolts not red but blue as they whip past you and you jam your blade into the chest of a trooper but they don’t wear a uniform you’re familiar with. The designs are older with blue accents, the sounds are muffled as you swing your blade and with each attack, you’re brought to and from this large hall.

“You have something I want,”

His voice echoes through the hall, and his hand moves to his belt. A sharp punch floods the side of your body as the orange blade cuts through the arms holding the blaster a scream rips from the trooper's throat their cleaved hands on the ground the wound searing from the weapon. Their screams are silenced as you deliver the killing blow your body heaving as you take in your surroundings. The tunnel vision lifts finding yourself back on the shuttle bay a litter of trooper bodies surrounds you some limbless others with fatal slashes and stab wounds.

“KID!” Cara’s voice yells out and you see the three of them taking on their own troopers. The ache in your side grows worse and you bring your hand to it confused why it was wet, pulling back to see red coat your hand before everything went black.

An earsplitting scream wakes you up as you try to figure out where it was coming from until the strain in your throat makes you realize it’s you who is screaming. Your body locks up as your head slams back on the metal floor, hands press into your side you feel movement under you as well as the sound of blaster fire with multiple voices crying out.

“Oh god, he’s gonna kill me…like dead dead!” Mythrol is above you a fearful expression on his face as he presses into your side. You recoil away trying to get away but he just follows pressing harder and releasing another ear-piercing scream.

“Shut up Mythrol! I swear to the maker!” You hear Cara’s voice yell out and the vehicle you’re in takes a sharp turn causing the two of you to slide and you black out for a few seconds. You gasp for air your hands latching onto Mythrol’s arm before something hits the vehicle shaking it and you cry out as his hands slip off your side quickly scrambling back to your side.

“What happened?!” You hear Cara yell and rapid footsteps until you see Greef now at your side fear covers Greef’s face as his hands rip a long stripe of fabric from his cloak pressing against your stomach and you let out a sharp inhale.

“Turrets busted! Find a medpack now!” He says Mythrol rushes off and Greef takes over as your hands shake. Every inhale and exhale cause more pain, and tears spill past your temples into your hair. Another sharp turn and your eyes roll into the back of your head but a hand smack against your cheek as you look at Greef, “Need you awake kid okay. We’re gonna get you back safe, you’re gonna be fine.” He says and you nod weakly his hands grab yours putting them over your stomach and pressing down on them, “I need you to help keep pressure okay.” He orders and you nod your hands weaker than his as you push your hands down the sharp pain makes you cry and you rip your hands away from you. Greef forces your hands back, his hands on top of yours pressing down as you cry your legs kicking out.

“Where’s that kriffing medpack!” He yells. The TIEs strafe them into the canyon no longer protecting them as Cara forces the vehicle to go as fast as it can go. The city is close to them but the TIEs and their attacks are closer before an attack can kill them off one of the TIEs explode into flames as Cara sees the Razor Crest appear taking the fight from them. The last two follow after the ship as it takes off into the sky as the Mandalorian swiftly controls the ship. Taking to the skies destroying the third TIE fighter before letting the ship fall right towards the last one and destroying it. The Crest lands before the Marauder seeing Cara exiting a stressed looked on her face and smears of red decorating her teal armor. Din looks around confused seeing only her coming out,

“Where’s..” “Mando-” A scream cuts through the air making them freeze in place as his gaze snaps over to the vehicle and another cry has him in motion. He feels bile enter his throat seeing the trickle of blood at the doorway and when he turns he wants to expel the vile liquid in him but forces it back down. Large smears of blood as if someone was dragged and Greef is hovering over someone. Mythrol with his hands and clothes are red, unlike his blue skin pressed against the wall. He shrinks back seeing the Mandalorian’s presence and when Greef moves back the world around him crumbles.

Your skin is lacking color sweat flushes your skin as Greef continues speaking comforting words as your hands and his press against your side. You were decorated in it, all over your side and pant leg, even your face with flecks of it. The rage the need to return and find whoever was responsible to do horrendous things until they were wishing they died faster, but it was fear…the fear that this was your last moments, the last moments with them…with him. That fear took over him. His last words you would remember would be of hate and you would leave feeling unloved when it was the opposite.

“You’re gonna be alright kid,” Greef says to you as you nod your hands weakly under his as he mainly puts all the pressure, you saw the distress in his voice when they couldn’t find a medpack in the vehicle. A new figure appears and your eyes widen seeing the familiar helmet.

“din..”

“Hey you’re fine kid, I’m here you’re fine..” Din says and you nod the pain like waves crashing down on you the need to rest your eyes strong as your eyes flutter but a gloved hand against your face stops that, “Need your eyes open ya hear me? Just keep those eyes focused on me.” He says and you nod his hand though rough from the leather covering it comforting.

“Get to the Crest you have 30 seconds to find the medpack before I get there.” His voice quickly coldly aimed at Mythrol and Cara as they rush off before he looks back at you. “I’m gonna have to pick you up, we’re gonna get you fixed up.” You shake your head frantically trying to pull away the pain grows stronger as your tears stream down your face. “No...no no no.”

“I’m sorry I know, you’re alright cyar'ika,” Din says as he moves to your other side before looking at Greef, “On my call…one…two-” He doesn’t get to three as his arms pull you into the air a scream shatters his heart as you cry in his arms, “I’m sorry…I’m sorry. Cyar’ika you’re doing great.” Each step he takes brings you to the Crest the pain indescribable you’re pretty sure you passed out waking up again on two crates pushed together as Cara pushes up part of your shirt. A shriek rips from your throat feeling something pressing into the wound, your body locks up your hands curl into fists. The muscles and veins in your jaw and neck protrude with how much you are flexing them. The ship shakes the lights flicker a loud creaking sound and a hand covers one of yours.

“Breath kid, you’re alright…shush you’re alright.” Din’s voice is right beside you as he takes your hand, Cara frantically though focused as she pulls out a container of bacta spray, some dressings, and a cauterizer, you hear the mumble of an apology before a searing pain fills you as your scream rips through the Crest. Your legs kick out and Mythrol with Greef grabs them holding them down your upper body curls upwards but Din’s hands pin you back down as sobs wrack from your lungs. Your chest heaving as tears pour down your face Din whispers comforting words as his heart breaks more trying to get you to focus on something else as the bacta spray is applied on you. You’re either gasping for air or holding it in and black spots dot your vision and Din has to force you to breathe or slow your gasps

“Mando.” Cara’s voice makes him look up at the woman seeing her holding the instrument, “You need to make sure she doesn’t pass out.” Din nods looking down at you his hand wiping away the tears from your face still holding you down but he moves to take your hand.

“I need you to listen to me..it’s going to hurt,” The frantic shakes of your head makes him continue while trying to calm you down, “I know I know…You hold my hand and you squeeze as hard as you can scream…cry..but you can’t pass out.” He says and you continue crying,

“I don’t wanna die…please...please I wanna stop…dad.” Your voice slurs slightly and the room grows cold hearing the fearful tone. The way you were certain that you were going to die. But for Din, the one word rings clear in his head, ‘dad.’

“You’re going to be alright..you hear me…you’re not leaving me.” He promises you his hand squeezes tightly on you before he pulls away slightly and you see him rip something off himself and you feel rough skin against your hand and on your face. Your eyes though weak and hazy widen feeling the skin touching yours, the contact of his against yours. You knew the importance of his creed the reason his skin, his face is hidden behind beskar and he just broke a part of it…for you. He squeezes your hand again his other swipes the tears from your cheek the pads of his fingers warm, “You’re going to be alright.”

You weren’t sure how you didn’t pass out from the pain that was unlike anything you could experience, you never wanted this to happen to even your worst enemies. The smell of burning flesh and the heat of a thousand suns as Cara cauterizes your wound, the veins, everything to stop the massive bleeding.

Your screams would haunt Din for the rest of his life but he just kept holding your hand his other pushing back any hair that got in front of you, to wipe away the tears, or to make sure you were still breathing. You felt trapped inside your body as you felt every minute detail of the tool against your skin, feeling it pull away your locked-up body relaxes against the crates your sobs echoing through the hull as Din whispers comforting words. At that moment when your muscles were no longer locked up, no pain surged through your body, and the mental and physical exhaustion you were put through quickly made you fall unconscious.

The Crest is deadly silent your bed and items moved into the main hull where it was properly heated and he could keep a close eye on you, you were asleep in your cot still dressed in your bloody clothes though Cara took a cloth to try to clean you up slightly. The child in its pram resting right beside your bed a sad look on his small face.

In the cargo hull, Din is frighteningly quiet, the aura of the deadly bounty hunter many had feared was here. The sound of footsteps alerts Cara’s arrival and she didn’t get a moment before she’s slammed against the wall by the Mandalorian slightly choked out.

“You said you would keep her safe.” His voice sends chills down the woman’s spine and she doesn’t try to fight back.

“Mando let’s all just take a breather,” Greef says pulling him off her as Cara rubs her hand against her throat. “I know none of this is going to make you feel better but she’s going to be alright.”

“She shouldn’t have been in that position in the first place!” Din yells his now gloved hand pointing toward where you rest.

“You didn’t see what we saw…she was something different.” Cara tries warning him but he turns away.

“Just go.” His word is final as the three look at the back of the Mandalorian. Mythrol leaves first and Cara gives him one last look before exiting the Crest. Din stares at the wall the sound of your screams the blood staining his ship a memory scorched into his mind.

“Mando...I wish you safe travel..” Greef says to the silent bounty hunter before he too departs the ship.

The three watch the Crest depart quickly leaving the planet its coordinates put in for Corvus. Din climbs down from the cockpit spotting the child out of his pram resting beside your side he watches his little hand reach out but Din pulls him away, “I’m sorry kid, there’s not much to do.” The child tries reaching his arms back towards the unconscious girl whimpers coming from him.

“She’ll be alright,” Din says looking down at you resting a pained expression on your face that he wishes to rid of. His words are a promise to the child, to you, and to him. To keep him going, to fight another day to see you alright, to see both his children alright. They were so close just a planet from them both being returned to their kind but he couldn’t ignore the pain in his chest. He would lose the both of you to the Jedi but you would be safe, you’ll be alright.

“She has to be…”

May the Force be with you

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY May the Force be with you, always.

🤏🐸💚.

MORE PEDRO PASCAL AND DAUGHTER READER PLEASEEE

Theme park

A/N: These memories are based on my personal memories with my dad, if you don’t have anything positive to say keep it to yourself, fluff, bad English

You two sat on a car along with an interview and a cameraman “Hello Everyone, I’m (Y/N) Pascal” you greeted at the camera and your dad did the same.

“What are we doing today, dad?” You look over to him “We’ll be touring here at a theme park and answering some of the most asked questions about us on the internet” he answers.

You’re both walking around and you see one of the biggest rides in the place. You both looked at each other and nod.

“Is it my turn?” You asks him and he nods while he takes a small piece of paper while the roller coaster it’s reaching it’s peak “(Y/N), what’s one memory you hold dear to your heart?” Pedro asks “I have many but if I had to answer it would be that my dad used to walk up to my food when I was younger and would be like ‘Let me check if it’s poisoned’ you say and Pedro starts remembering and giggles a bit.

“Then, he would proceed and takes the biggest bite in the world out of it.” He burst out laughing before it turned into a scream because the roller coaster started going down. You four screamed as adrenaline ran through your veins and you held your father’s hand for comfort.

When you got down your hair was a big mess and so was Pedro’s “Let me do this real quick” he says before he tries to fix your hair and make it more presentable “My daughter would never look bad in my eyes but I can’t let her look like this” he says after fixing your hair.

“Could you continue with what you were saying?” The interviewer asks “As I was saying, for a VERY long time I genuinely thought my food was poisoned and my dad was trying to save me.” You said and Pedro burst out laughing “She would even run up to me and hand me her food for me to check if it wasn’t poisoned” he said and you tried hard not to laugh.

This was very important to you because even though you knew your father was just taking your food you still enjoyed sharing with him because those were small moments that would be cherish by the two of you forever.

“And I did this for 13 years and during those I never questioned why I he did it” you say.

“Now you Pedro, what is one memory you’re quite fond of?” They ask the male “I have many amazing memories specially with (Y/N) but there’s one that always stick with” he mentions.

“It’s one time me and (Y/N) were visiting Chile and we were in my natal town, these people were raising gooses and I never really knew why but those things HATED our guts.” You both walk up to a restaurant “That day me and (Y/N) were just passing by and out of the blue those things started chasing us and they wanted to bite the heck out of us.” He says.

“I only had time to scream ‘Run!’ when those things were about to eat us, we had to run like 1 mile because those things didn’t stopped coming after us. We sleep like 4 hours after it because of how exhausted we got” you four laugh at that scary yet funny memory.

This memory was important for Pedro because he understood that no matter how mess up the situation might be because he would have you by his side. Your dad would always be by your side and would never leave you even if you’re being chase by wild gooses or going through the darkest era of your life. You can always count on your dad to be there for you and run like 1 mile with you…

You four are about to end the interview “We’ll we’re glad we could share some things with you all” Pedro says and the video ends and you four say goodbyes as you part your ways.

You have your food and Pedro has his “Would you like to check if it’s poisoned?” You offered him some of it and he smiles “I would love to make that sacrifice” he says as he takes a bite of your food and hugs you briefly.

𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑬’𝑺 (ᴛᴍ) — 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰.’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴.

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ghost: stop following me!

[y/name]: then let go of my hand!

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ghost: you’re really campaigning for asshole of the year, aren’t you?

[y/name]: as reigning champion, do you feel threatened?

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soap: if you’re ever feeling sad you could always ask me for a hug

[y/name]: no thanks, i’ve found violence and manslaughter works just fine :D

soap: 😟

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price: i’m proud of you

[y/name]: *choked up* oh..

price: ?

[y/name] ‘what is a loving father figure?’ [l/name]: *doing their best not to cry but failing spectacularly* sorry, you just.. you said you’re proud of me that’s my tear trigger

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*on a botched mission at a cliffside warehouse, cornered between enemies and a waterfall*

ghost: fuck what do we do?!

price: it’s too high to jump! we go back!

gaz: we won’t get through all those enemies!

soap: better than jumping!

*all turn to [y/name] who’s been oddly silent*

[y/name]: *grinning, slides down their tactical goggle* cowabunga it is

price: ‘cuda.. don’t you dare—!

[y/name]: *runs to the waterfall’s edge and swan dives over* LIVIN’ LIKE LARRY!

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[y/name]: *sleep deprived, brews coffee and drinks it straight from the pot*

price: we have mugs

[y/name]: *vein throb* i’ve not slept a wink in over 36 consecutive hours, my scars are making my head feel like i’ve got a fucking axe in my skull, the new batch of recruits are running me dry and ghost and soap are running me through the wringer, with all due respect captain.. you are working my last fucking nerve

price: *awkwardly clears his throat* enjoy your coffee

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[y/name] ‘traumatic childhood’ [l/name]: christmas is for sentimental dorks, and santa can go suck an egg

soap: my gift to you is some fucking therapy

[y/name]: make sure to keep the receipt

soap: sorry, it’s a gift that can’t be returned

[y/name]: we should’ve kept the receipt for you

soap: 🥲🖕

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ghost: *trauma dumping* when i was young my brother used to terrorize me with a skull mask, and my dad brought in dangerous animals and forced me to kiss them

[y/name]: my dad killed my mom and little brother in front of me, diced them up and forced me to eat the pieces

ghost, soap, gaz: 😟

price: .…are you okay?

[y/name]: not even a little bit 🥲

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[y/name]: hey si.. what’s the second to last letter of the alphabet?

ghost: ‘y’?

[y/name]: because i wanna know

ghost: ….. kid, if i didn’t love you as much as i do i’d beat the ever living fuck out of you

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[y/name]: lookin’ up because you let me down, lookin’ down because you fucked up, lookin’ right because you left, lookin’ left because you don’t treat me right 😞

price: i said i was sorry for forgetting you at the store!

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[y/name]: *was reckless on a solo-op and is now getting scolded* …hmph

price: *down to his last nerve* fix your fucking face before i break it

[y/name]: oh nice, great yeah, that’s exactly what i want to hear from my captain after nearly fucking dying!

price: *glare hardens*

[y/name]: *abruptly realizes they may have made a mistake and been wrong* …i’m sorry cap, i didn’t mean for the mission to go so horribly wrong it just—

price: five

[y/name]: …huh? five? five what?

price: four

[y/name]: gotta blast! *dead sprints from his office*

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price: that mission was a total shit show! all of you muppets were way out of line and beyond sloppy! get your shit together or so help me god you won’t live to see retirement! the only one who acted like they had any kind of damn sense was the one who is usually being pretty reckless otherwise!

[y/name]: *sips drink loudly*

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soap and [y/name]: *absolutely baked out of their minds on pain meds*

[y/name]: you know what i been thinking about?

soap: hm?

[y/name]: if your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?

soap: ….duh!

[y/name]: how though?

soap: ‘cause your leg got cut off!

[y/name]: where are you gonna feel the pain?

soap: in your le—

[y/name]: exactly bruh, how you gonna feel pain in your leg—

both: —if your leg is gone!

[y/name]: i’ve been thinking about this all day

soap: *muttering to himself* where would you feel the pain?

[y/name]: that’s the point there ain’t none, once the leg is gone the pain goes with it… i’m telling you man.. these pain meds are making us smart as hell

ghost: *pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as he can literally feel gray hairs growing on his head*

price: you two are hazards to society

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a/n: t h a n k

AAAAAAW LOOK AT HIM 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍

The Dancing King👑

PEDRO PASCAL  dancing on the set of THE LAST OF US