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ethical-cain-vinnel · 8 months

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hear me out, you and anakin have been enemies for years like just constant head butting and competition, and one day y’all both are training and your both trying to show off competitively, and afterwards, just to piss him if you say your master is kind of attractive or something and what happens next happens 🤭 sorry i’m famished for enemies to lovers anakin stuff

RAHHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA THIS HAS ME LEGIT FOAMING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU GIRLBOSS

SPOILED BITCH

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Teaser Trailer: Your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi usually has you and Anakin separated when training. He’s worried that the animosity between you two could eventually lead to one of you getting hurt because you two don’t know when to stop. But today, on the rest day for training, he’s woken you two up and has decided that you two would hash out your differences and train together for the first (and probably last) time.

Tags/Warnings: Bickering, porn with plot, very little use of Y/N, no gendered terms (girl, she/her, etc) but AFAB anatomy (im sorry idk how to write AMAB anatomy), hatefucking, lowkey dubcon at the start but quickly turns consensual, mentions of Padme (they’re broken up in this), bath sex, rough sex, little to no prep (make sure to prep irl or that shit HURTS, coming from your local whore), unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap ya willy), choking, fluff at the end

Notes: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I LOWKEY HAD NO IDEA HOW TO START IT LMFAO but im really glad you sent this in cause I had a lot of fun writing this!! I did change it a little bit but it still has that enemies to lovers plot that you said you were jonesing for so I hope you like it! Also im so sorry if anakin is ooc i really tried to make him true to his character.

In the heart of the Jedi Temple, a place of serenity and wisdom, were two dickheads who couldn’t stop bickering and driving their master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, absolutely insane. Every word moved him more and more to the dark side (kidding, not kidding). “You’ll never be a true Jedi, Skywalker,” You taunted, your eyes flashing with defiance. “You let your emotions control you too easily.” “And you’re too focused on rules and regulations,” he shot back, his tone dripping with disdain. “The Jedi Code has made you blind to the real world.” You were about to respond when your master spoke. “Enough. Both of you.” He turns around and gives you both a sharp glare. This shuts you both right up. “Sorry, Master,” You both mumble like scolded children. Obi-Wan sighs and continues taking you to the training ground.

When you arrive at the grounds, you and Anakin shoot each other confused looks before Obi-Wan begins to speak. “In the past, I have not let you two train together. This is because I am afraid one, if not both of you, will have bad physical injuries by the end. But,” Flashes of annoyance and exhaustion from months of your constant bickering show in his eyes. “You two have officially worn me down. Today, you will train together. I will not be supervising because I feel you two should work this out by any means necessary. As long as you both come out of the training alive, I don’t care what happens here.” You begin to feel a bit guilty. You and Anakin have indeed pushed your master to his limits. But that’s quickly replaced by excitement and needing to beat Anakin.

Obi-Wan laid out the rules of the training before quickly leaving the grounds. With Obi-Wan's departure, you and Anakin found yourselves standing on the training ground, lightsabers in hand, the tension thick enough to slice through. Anakin couldn't resist taking the first jab, both verbally and physically. "Well, Y/N, let's see if you can back up all that talk." You smirked, your eyes glinting with determination. "Oh, Anakin, I've been waiting for this moment. Let's see if you can finally prove that you're not all bark and no bite." The clash of lightsabers rang out as the duel commenced, the blades creating sparks of energy that mirrored the sparks flying between you. "You're still too aggressive, Anakin," you taunted, sidestepping his lunge. "The Force doesn't respond well to blind rage, you know," Anakin grunted, his frustration evident. "And you're too busy following the rule book to see the big picture. Sometimes, you have to do what's necessary." Your retort came swiftly, "Sometimes, what's necessary isn't letting your emotions run rampant. That's how we fall to the dark side." The battle raged, each strike and parry accompanied by another biting remark. It was as if the Force itself reveled in your ongoing rivalry, fueling the intensity of the duel.

"You know, Anakin, maybe if you focused on your training more than your obsession with winning, you'd improve," you quipped, dodging a particularly aggressive swipe from his lightsaber. Anakin's eyes blazed with anger, and he pushed harder, but you deftly countered his every move. "And maybe if you let loose a bit, you'd discover there's more to the Force than ancient texts and lectures." Your movements became fluid, almost graceful, as you expertly parried Anakin's attacks. "I'll take wisdom over recklessness any day, Anakin." As the duel continued, your words stung as much as your strikes, and it was clear that Anakin was growing frustrated, his resolve wavering. He overextended himself in a moment of vulnerability, leaving an opening you quickly seized. With a swift maneuver, you disarmed him, sending his lightsaber flying out of his grasp. You held your lightsaber at his throat, a triumphant smile on your lips. "Checkmate," you declared, breathing heavily but victorious.

Later that night, you were getting ready for bed. The training with Anakin was rewarding but so fucking tiring. You had bruises and small cuts all over your body that stung as you entered the hot bath, the salts meant for relaxation causing your muscles to tense up and a small, involuntary whimper to leave your mouth. As you sunk deeper into the water, you relaxed more. Your cuts still stung, but it was all worth it to wipe that stupid smile off of your rival’s face. God, his stupid face. You had no idea what Padme sees in him. His stupid brooding blue eyes, his full lips that always turn into a scowl when he sees you. Fuck. Even you, his number one rival, can’t deny that he’s really hot. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear someone enter the bathroom. You immediately make sure your entire body is below the water, the bubbles covering you. You look to see who it is and it’s Anakin. “Anakin, what the FUCK?? GET OUT!” you begin to scream when he covers your mouth, glaring down at you as he leans over the tub. Your voice got caught in your throat as his glare sent shivers down your spine and warmth down to your pussy. When he can tell you’ve officially shut up, he slowly takes his hand off of your mouth and for a moment, you two just stare at each other, a mix of hatred and lust. “You're a real spoiled bitch, you know that?” he seethes and you scoff. “Oh, I’m spoiled cause I was able to put you in your place?” His hand shoots to grab your neck, choking you slightly and you let out a small whimper, not expecting it. He smirks and pulls you into a rough kiss, your mind going a million miles an hour. You pull away and he lets you, not wanting to force you into anything you don’t want to do. “What is wrong with you??” You say, obviously bothered. “You’re dating Padme and you’re trying to kiss me and fuck me?? What is wrong with you??” You fume. He smirks a bit, thinking your reaction is a bit funny. “Padme and I broke up a month ago.” Those words make your jaw drop and your eyes practically bug out of your skull.

But he knows that all of your inhibitions were limited only to him not being single, as you immediately pull him into another heated kiss, tongue and teeth clashing as you help him hastily strip off his robes and you pull him into the tub with you. You lay back against the porcelain and he gets on top of you, his hand coming up to choke you slightly again. He begins to kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, his free hand coming to pinch your soapy tits and you whine. Your hand found his cock in the water and lined him up with your entrance. He quickly pushed in and gave you no time to adjust to his (massive) size as he began pounding you roughly. “Stupid spoiled bitch. Always a pain in my ass yet I’m dicking you down.” He mumbles breathily as his cock hits your g spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. “Say thank you.” He demands but you’re already too fucked out to hear. It isn’t until he slaps you across the face that you can listen. “I fucking said thank me. Do it and maybe I’ll let you cum tonight” “Thank you!! Thank you Anakin!!” You moan loudly and his hand comes back to your throat, a smirk on his face “Yea thats what I fuckin’ thought. Good fuckin slut f’me. So fuckin good” He pants as he fucks your pussy with reckless abandon. He can feel your cunt clenching on him, signaling that you’re close to cumming and if he wasn’t also on the brink, he woulda stopped right then and there and ruined your orgasm. “Cum f’me. Cum f’me, baby” He moans and the chord in your belly snaps, covering his cock with your juices as you moan his name. He whimpers softly and you feel as he fills you up with his cum. You’re both left panting and after a few moments you two start to laugh softly, looking at the mess you made. Water and bubbles all over the floor, the water in the tub left white and milky and your bodies sweaty and bruised. He looks at you in a way he never has before and he leans down to kiss you sweetly. “C’mon. Stand up and I’ll help you shower” He says with a sweet smile. You have a feeling things are going to be different from now on between you.

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tomicaleto · 3 months

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For the writing prompts

obikin and 18 or 22 or 45, whichever you like more! 😊

Hi Anon!

SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I'LL WRITE A SHORT FIC

18. waking up with amnesia au

this is a direct continuation from this Sith AU, as in, this picks up a couple of weeks later. I strongly recommend reading the linked snippet first, and in general all the little snippets I wrote for this AU before reading this one.

That being said, let's go

The light bothered him enough that Obi-Wan opened his eyes with a frown. He was on a bed, a thin white sheet covering his body. Everything hurt and he groaned as the world slowly shifted into focus, his surroundings filled with bacta tanks and medical beds. A machine beeped close to him on regular intervals, and there was a line connecting his right arm to a serum bag.

A body shifted, a young Mon Calamari with a holopad who took in the sign of Obi-Wan being awake and checked his vitals before greeting him gently.

“Where am I?” Obi-Wan asked, barely repressing the urge to snap the line out of his arm. The Mon Calamari muttered as he typed on his pad. “The patient shows signs of disorientation corresponding with a long period of unconsciousness. Keep under observation in case the symptom persists.”

Finally, he looked up towards Obi-Wan. “You are at the medic bay in the Jedi temple. My master will join us shortly and make sure everything is going well with your recovery.” “Jedi temple? What happened to me?” “You got stabbed by a piece of debris that punctured part of your lung and stomach. Lost quite the amount of blood and oxygen levels turned worrisome low. Would have died if they hadn’t brought you here.”

Just as he finished speaking, a Togruta entered the room and smiled at the Mon Calamari before turning to Obi-Wan. “Now this is a sight I thought I’d never see again. How is our patient doing?” “So far his recovery is going according to plan, Master.” “Excellent, the Council will appreciate this information. Has he shown signs of aggression?" “Not so far, mostly confusion.”

Irritation filled him. It wasn’t enough that he had woken up in an unfamiliar place, being talked about as if he wasn’t there was pissing him off. The Togruta turned towards him and leaned forwards, turning on a small lantern and cheeking his eyes. “Your reflexes seem to be doing great. I’m gonna ask you some questions to help you ease back into the living world. You almost became one with the Force!”

Obi-Wan grunted as an answer. “Alright. First things first: do you know who you are?” “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi-” “Haven’t heard that name for years,” interrupted the healer, only confusing him more. “Other names you identify yourself with?” “No.” The questions continued, getting more annoying and more confusing as well.

No, Obi-Wan did not know who the main general of the Separatists was. No, he did not know Count Dooku personally. No, he had never met the Jedi Council before. He did not know who Qui-Gon Jinn was. And most importantly, he did not understand why he had ended in the Jedi med bay to be treated after his injury. The Mon Calamari took notes of everything he answered and exchanged a quiet look with his master once the questions were over. “I will notify the Council immediately.” The Togruta master said. “In the meantime, make sure our patient doesn’t get too overwhelmed with outside stimulus until we can figure out how to fix his memory loss.”

The Mon Calamari nodded and then hesitated. “Uh, what should I do if Knight Skywalker visits?” The name tickled something in the back of Obi-Wan’s brain, like an unanswered question that escaped him. “You let him in, of course, and take notes of everything they talk about.” A couple of hours later, as a healer brought him lunch and a holopad with a novel to keep him entertained, the doors opened and someone walked in.

At the healer’s sigh, Obi-Wan looked up from the holopad to see the most gorgeous man he had ever seen. The man looked up from where he was glaring at the floor and his expression eased, making Obi-Wan’s heart jump, the machine he was connected to betraying the effects the man was having on him. He ignored as the Mon Calamari frantically tried to understand what was happening as the man finally reached the bed and sat down near him. “Hi,” he began softly. “It’s nice seeing you awake.” Obi-Wan did not exactly know who this man was or why he was glad he was awake but he didn’t particularly care, happy to have his lovely eyes fixed on him.

He did not appreciate the Mon Calamari approaching the man and leaning down to whisper something to him, and he actually frowned when the man’s face went from curiosity to confusion to… grief? He wasn’t quite sure and forgot to ask the moment the man took his hand between his. “Hi, Obi-Wan, you may not remember me right now but I’m Anakin.” He looked at him with earnest eyes, and the name made something inside Obi-Wan warm with familiarity. Even then, the name did not spark any memory, and he simply smiled politely to Anakin. Something inside him, though, screamed at him that Anakin was important, that he needed to make a good impression. So, he sent him a smouldering look and said: “Hello there.”

He did not expect Anakin to burst into laughter, startling the Mon Calamari. But his confusion over the reaction didn’t stop Obi-Wan’s heartbeat from accelerating again.

Thank you for sending me this! I hope you enjoyed it!

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tailorvizsla · 1 year

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Alright, Tailor, Sith Obi-Wan has invaded and demands more attention. After your encounter with him, you are determined to show him how good and loyal you can be. You take on any project you can that might catch his notice, and when an opportunity to transfer to a position in his main division is announced, you eagerly apply. You make it to the interview round where there is a panel of superior officers and Lord Kenobi himself. You're very prepared and ready to show him how qualified you are. Yet, as soon as those golden eyes lock onto yours, your mind is flooded with images of him and you doing every dirty act you can imagine. You try to focus and answer the questions as best as you can, but each time you look at him, a new filthy scenario comes to mind. At least Lord Kenobi looks amused, and you can only wonder what he must think. The interview ends and you're crushed thinking you've blown you're only chance at working more closely with him.

Ugh OKAY look you can’t keep doing this to me my heart CANNOT take this! Here you go!

(the thot inbox is open fyi if y’all want to send some in!)

Your superiors have been raving about your work for weeks now. Reports? 100% accuracy. Your subordinates? All in line, and most of them even give you good reviews. Your inventory? Not a single nutri-cracker unaccounted for. You’ve been receiving so many positive remarks that you feel like you are literally glowing whenever you turn your data pad on. You’ve been sending money back to your elderly parents back home, and they’ve been taking good care of the rest of the family. You…you really do hope to retire soon, and go back to them. You just want to see them again.

You’re at your desk for another day of reading and filing paperwork when your pad buzzes. A frown crosses your face - you’ve silenced non-critical alerts. The only people who should be able to bypass that are much higher than you in the organization. Nervously, you turn it over and check it, hoping your superior won’t catch you reading messages

Your presence is required for an interview in conference room 19-562.1A at 3:00 PM. Do not be late.

You check the sender, but there’s nothing there except an official stamp from the Corps of Logistics. There’s a tap at your door.

“Lieutenant, reading messages? On the job?” your superior asks in a vaguely teasing tone and you put your pad down in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you say, “I got a note saying that I’m scheduled for an interview at 3? Do you know anything about it?” They shake their head and you frown again.

“Who is it from?” they ask, coming around to your side of the desk.

“It’s a generic message,” you say, showing them the message. “But it’s on the executive floor…” They sigh.

“Well, either someone is really happy with you, or they’re really pissed at you.” You nod in response, and turn worried eyes up at your superior.

“If…anything happens…you’ll send my last check to my family, right?” They give you a mirthless smile and nod. “Your service has been exemplary thus far…we should be able to arrange that.”

You know what organization you work for and the dangers it brings. All it takes is one misinterpreted look and you could be thrown in prison. Or worse.

At 2:40 PM, you head out for your meeting. It’s a short elevator ride away, but if you’re late, you might as well shoot yourself and save them the trouble. You step out into the marble-clad atrium and then step through the ostentatious glass doors. A secretary at the desk gives you a look, their eyes sliding from your rank bar to your face.

“May I help you?” they ask, and you feel like you are being judged harshly by this random person. Still, you nod respectfully and give your name and rank. Then you add on, a bit unnecessarily, “I have an appointment, but I am not certain with whom. Only a generic stamp was used.” They look down at the pad and tilt their head. “Go take a seat. You will be seen shortly.”

You murmur a hasty, polite thank you and sink down into one of the plush velvet chairs. You cross one leg over the other neatly, your hat in your lap, and your eyes focused on the wall in front of you. The entire room is decorated in harsh scarlets, golds, and white marble, and it looks atrocious. You wonder who committed the crime of decorating here. At least the window grants you a view of the beautiful city outside.

You’re being watched, of course, by the secretary and the numerous cameras around the place, undoubtedly looking for something. You keep as calm as you can. At precisely 3, the door opens. The secretary doesn’t look at you as you get to your feet and head in, following the droid. It leads you to yet another room, where the decor is tastefully done in earthy colors. You wait at the door, standing at attention, waiting for the person who had called you -

“Sweetheart,” comes the familiar purr. Your body jerks in surprise and your pulse skyrockets. “Sir,” the reply falls automatically from your lips.

You can feel as he comes into the room, his electric presence brushing up against the corners of your mind. He sinks down in his chair and crosses one long, lean leg over the other. He rests his chin in his hand as he watches you. Like before, the presence is subtle, golden, as he tastes your mind. Once he’s satisfied, he gestures you forward. You stop just in front of him, hands at your sides as you stand at attention.

“Your performance has been exemplary this quarter,” he says. “Were you thinking about having my cock, sweetheart? Or are there other reasons?”

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about your family still living in near-poverty back home, and you decide it’s best to be honest. It’s not like he doesn’t already know what you’re thinking.

“Having your cock would be nice, sir,” you say. “But I also have family back home. My brother…he wants to become an artist.” You cut yourself off from your rambling. Don’t be a distraction. He didn’t ask for you to elaborate. Lord Kenobi hums as he looks at the pad in his hands.

“Truly phenomenal work, sweetheart…perhaps it is time for your reward?” he asks, looking up at you. Pure heat fills you, and he gestures for you to sit down. He levitates another pad to you.

Position: Imperial Administrative Assistant, Level 7 Pay Grade: 7A - SRT5 Hours: Standard Travel: 25% of the month is typical, but may require longer stretches depending on circumstance. Clearance: 8-TN9 or Higher Qualifications: Recommendation from superior. Five years in administrative assistant position, specialization in diplomacy/negotiations…

You frown in confusion. He watches you intently. The pay increase is mind-boggling.

“I’ve recommended you for a transfer,” he purrs. “Should you accept, you and I will be seeing each other far more frequently.”

You stare down at the pad for a moment, “Lord Kenobi, I am truly honored…however, I do not have these qualifications…and I am afraid I won’t be able to provide the same level of service I am providing in my current position. Will that be a problem?”

He gives you one of those soft, dangerous smiles. “That will be no issue. You will be taught all you need to know.”

At long last, you swallow down your anxiety, and ask, “If I pass the interview…who would I be working with?” He waves your comment off. “Do not concern yourself with that information. Your interview is at 4 PM.” You frown. “Tomorrow?” He gives you an annoyed look.

“Today,” he says curtly, and pure horror fills you.

“What? I haven’t prepared - my resume isn’t updated,” you babble out, “I don’t have recommendations, and I haven’t even had a chance to ask my references for permission to give their information out - sir, I - “ He waves you away. “You’ll be fine. You may go wait in the lobby for the interview.”

Standing on shaking legs, you get to your feet and scuttle away. The secretary doesn’t give you a second look as you step out into the blazing red and gold hellscape in the lobby. You take a minute to try and center yourself - you’re being tested under pressure, that’s what they’re doing. They want to know you can handle last minute changes. Swallowing, you sit down and try to go over the questions you could still remember from your interview for your current position.

All too soon, you’re called back for the interview, and you step into the same room as before. You can see six much higher ranking individuals at a desk. Lord Kenobi sits at the head of the table, his golden eyes fixed on you. Oh, you’re fucked. So, so fucked. Your mouth is dry as Tattooine right now, and you’re pretty sure you’re shaking in your boots. You sit down at the end of the table by yourself.

The first few questions are standard - name, rank, how long you’ve been working at the Empire, and what your daily routine is like. As the nerves start to wear off, you feel a tiny bit more comfortable, and your death grip on your hat loosens. The Admiral asks your first landmine question, probably designed to test your diplomatic skill.

“Why did you apply for this position?” he asks, his nose curling slightly as he looks down at your profile, “You haven’t the qualifications.”

“I was recommended for this position, sir,” you say calmly. “I am aware I am unqualified, but it is my greatest hope that I can continue learning so that I may perform well, if I am chosen for this role.”

- warmth engulfs you, and you’re spread out in a nest of soft, silken sheets and pillows. A warm, wet mouth covers yours as a hand squeezes your thigh. As your head falls back, you feel something probing at your folds, something warm and blunt and -

You swallow and try to push the thought away as the others discuss something between themselves. You try to ignore the heat rising in your belly as another Admiral speaks.

“...and are you aware of what this position will entail, exactly?” she asks, a brow raised at you.

You recite the requirements back at them, and they share a look between themselves. They go back to muttering.

- a gasp falls from your lips as you dig your fingernails into someone’s back. His cock starts to inch inwards, spreading your slick walls open. He’s so, so thick it makes you squirm and whine, forcing you to gasp for air as your poor little pussy strains to take him all in -

Oh no, not right now. Why is your brain misbehaving? You hope they can’t tell that you’re squirming in your chair as you try to remain calm.

“Lord Kenobi, I do not believe she is fully educated on what this position will entail,” the Admiral says carefully. “I think it would be…ethical…if we reiterate the requirements to her.”

Lord Kenobi gives you a small smirk.

- he finally seats himself all the way inside, drawing a short, soft cry from you. His teeth find your shoulder and he starts to move. As he pumps into your body, your sodden cunt makes the most obscene sounds, wet and loud and messy -

“She knows exactly what she will be doing if she chooses to work under me,” Lord Kenobi says.

With a rush, you realize that’s why he recommended you for this role. Pure heat fills you - this time, it’s all your own, and you gnaw on your lower lip. Boldly, you look him in the eye and ask the most important question you have for him.

“Would I be your slave, sir?” you ask. “Or will I be your equal?”

The others exchange a look as Lord Kenobi gives you a long look. You’re not going to be a toy to be tossed aside once he’s bored. If he really wants you in his bed, if he truly wishes to have you, he will have to be prepared to have all of you. And if he’s not prepared to give you that, you’re not sure you can fulfill that role in his life. Sith Lord or not, you will be treated with respect, and you will not settle for anything less. He smirks at you.

“You can never be my equal,” he says, and you know that’s true. You’re not a Sith lady, and you don’t have the same desire for conquest that he does. “But…you will never be a toy. You will be mine - body, mind, and soul. You will sit by my side, and only mine.”

“Does that go both ways, sir?” you dare to ask.

He laughs.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he says, and you obey. You hope the Admirals can’t see the shaking of your legs, or how drenched the back of your pants are. Lord Kenobi pats his knee and you sink down, embarrassed of the wet spot you will undoubtedly leave on his linen pants. He tilts your face up to his and stares deeply into your eyes.

“You will serve me well,” he says.

“I’ll send the transfer orders,” one of the Admirals says. “You have chosen well, Lord Kenobi.”

“You may leave,” Lord Kenobi says to the Admirals. “I require privacy with my new assistant.”

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thewanderingace · 2 years

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Feelings dump about the Obi-Wan Kenobi finale. (I am UNWELL. This show is perfect 😭😭😭)

I'm putting all my feelings and thoughts of the finale into one giant post because I can.

LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!!!!!

Can I just say that the whole ship full of refugees begging Obi-Wan not to go, to stay with them, made me so happy. Obi-Wan you're not alone!!

THE STANCE!!! AAHHHH!!!!!!! I'M FINE!!! This shot plus the music just straight up murdered me!!

This fight between Anakin and Obi is murdering me. Why is every one of their fights so good. I get so overwhelmed with emotions every time the clash

Oh my god Obi-Wan being crushed under rocks but more so by the weight of his past and the words Anakin has said to him and then remembering Leia and Luke and it giving him his strength back and his connection to the force and jeezus christ send help.

This moment. TOTAL BADASS!! I screamed!!

OBI-WAN DID ANAKINS MOVE!! ASDFGHJKL!!!

I AM UNWELL!!! I WAS DOING SO WELL BUT WHEN OBI-WAN STARTS TO CRY, SO DO I!!

Seriously Ewan has always been one of my favorite actors but this bit right here send me to another plane of existence. I had to pause for a second because I couldn't see the screen through my tears. Obi-Wan seeing Anakins face and all the guilt and pain and grief he's felt all this time for what happened just comes pouring out of him.

Okay but Anakin, his face partially uncovered, his real voice coming through, as he tells Obi-Wan that he didn't kill him, he shouldn't feel guilt, just destroyed me. It's like the part of Anakin that is still light was trying to help Obi-Wan. I literally can't think of any other reason for him to say it like that, to say it at all, other than freeing Obi-Wan from his guilt and letting him move on. Then Darth Vader comes back and Anakin is lost again. Fucking hell my heart can't handle it.

Reva!!! Can we talk about Reva cause she is breaking my heart!! This whole scene of her crying, afraid that she's become just like Anakin and Obi-Wan reassuring her that she has not because in the end she made the choice to not kill, to murder a child. Unlike Analin. Obi-Wan not only recognizing that Analin made his choices all those years ago and it wasn't it fault. Reva being given a chance to fashion a new life for herself and find some peace. The heartbroken way she says that she failed her family because she couldn't kill Luke and Obi-Wan telling her that that wasn’t true. She brought them peace by choosing mercy. Lord in heaven help me I can't take it.

He looks so happy and at peace I'm crying again. Hes so much lighter and happier and more at peace. Letting go of his guilt, letting go of Anakin, was so hard but look at how it's freed him.

Him and Leia are EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!

Obi-Wan telling Leia about Padme and Anakin and how she's like both of them made me sob because Luke and Leia are the best parts of their parents. They both live on in their children and Obi-Wan gets to keep the good parts of Anakin through them.

OH MY GOD WAIT! ARE THOSE?! THE ROBES HE WORE IN THE PREQUEL ERA!? OBI WAN IS WEARING HIS PREQUEL ERA ROBES I’M GONNA DIE!

Actually can we talk about costuming for a second!! Cause throughout the series Obi-Wan's clothes have gotten progressively more jedi like but also lighter to the point where I audibly gasped as the symbolism of him wearing white at the end of the show when he's found peace and is once again one with the force.

“Hello there!! He said the thing!

QUI QON!!!!!!!!! Aahhhh!!!! I was so worried we wouldn't see you!! I was gonna be so pissed if Obi-Wan never got to see his old master and I am ridiculously happy he did.

#obi wan kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series #obi wan spoilers #star wars #stephs stuff #my thoughts

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whitegownsandflowercrowns · 11 months

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Emmy Nomination Reactions

I got Best Supporting Actress in a Comedy 100% right, yay!

If you’d told me on Tuesday that Jury Duty and James Marsden were going to be nominated I would have laughed in your face. I still haven’t seen it but from what I’ve heard, it’s well deserved.

OBI-WAN KENOBI??? OBI-WAN KENOBI???????????

HOTD not getting a single acting nomination is truly shocking to me. I’m probably the most mad for Paddy Considine (never can get nominated again and Cox should have gone guest) and any of the supporting actresses (I haven’t seen it so I can’t judge, but did every single woman from The White Lotus Season 2 need to be nominated?)

That being said, while I think that all (well most) of the performances from Succession deserve awards, the fact that Best Supporting Actor is split between two shows is…I don’t know how to describe it. There’s someone, possibly multiple people, I would trade for Matt Smith.

Even if I didn’t enjoy this season of Ted Lasso, I am very happy for Phil Dunster finally getting a nomination. He was one of the highlights, and he was on my “I don’t think it’ll happen but I hope it does” list.

Very happy for DJ&T6, especially Keough and Morrone.

I will probably share more about my thoughts on Monster in another post where I have more space, but ultimately I’m disappointed that shows like this keep getting nominated and rewarded by the Emmys.

My ideal Best Actor - Drama scenario would be a Culkin and Odenkirk tie, because I think they both deserve it and the fans of one are going to be really pissed if the other one wins. This is an everyone wins (literally) scenario and I hope it’ll happen.

YES SUCCESSION SWEEP

#emmys 2023

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Ok Clem but what about Jedi!Obi ! How does he knows he’s so, so loved ?! Like what if during a mission or anything Anakin loses his memory ? And for once Obi-Wan sees it as an opportunity to keep Anakin away from danger ? So while Anakin is recovering Obi-Wan choose to not be around him to stimulate his memory or whatever like the healers advice him to.

He’s thinks he’s doing a good job, giving an opportunity to Anakin to be safe at the temple away from the terrors of war etc.

But the thing is… Anakin has grown up around Obi-Wan so of course his brain is like ?? Wtf ?? I’m lonely, not complete, missing something ?

So one day Obi-Wan asks the healers how Anakin is doing during and they say that physically he’s fine but he keeps complaining about a missing part of his heart ? Giving a weird Tatooine analogy…Like Tatooine has two suns right ? Well very same for Ani … one does not goes without the others and so does he. He said that he keeps having dream about his heart… ginger with a Coruscanti kinda guy ?

why are you torturing me like this anon (jk I love this kind of angst)

Obi-Wan would also think that with Anakin at the Temple, Ahsoka would spend more time safe there too, so two birds with one stone. He doesn't expect Ahsoka to show up one day on his ship, looking pissed off, saying "Master Kenobi, you know I have a lot of respect for you and your decisions and don't generally question them, but if I could ask you one question, it would be: what he kriff are you doing" and Obi-Wan is so taken aback by that that he just looks confused, because he didn't do anything too bad recently? He does miss Anakin and Ahsoka, but that's more of a personal problem.

And Ahsoka is like "do you know what Anakin said when I showed him his apartment once he was free to leave the Halls of Healing? He asked if I was certain that it was his, because it didn't feel that familiar. And I realised he was right, because I remember always checking your sofa in your apartment when I was looking for him before the accident."

"Well, that's—'

"At one point he made some tea while he was talking to me and abruptly stopped, standing there with a mug in his hand, incapable of saying why he did it, because he doesn't like tea."

"There's probably a logical—"

"Sometimes he's talking or laughing and turns around like he's looking for someone to add something, before frowning and losing his train of thought."

"I'm sure that's expected when—"

"Someone said your name the other day, and I've never seen him spin his head around so fast before. So, Master Kenobi, I am here to formally ask you to come home with me, because I'm getting really tired of not knowing how to answer all the questions he has about you now, especially when he still worries about you not coming back even if he doesn't understand why."

It's not as if Obi-Wan can refuse after that. Especially because he can feel Cody's judgmental stare behind his back.

#Ahsoka drags him back to the temple and the second Anakin sees him #his face lights up and he's like 'oh YOU're Obi-Wan! I know you! I don't remember your last name but I know I missed you!'#and Ahsoka knows from Obi-Wan's look on his face that he won't leave again #I had an ask about memory loss before and I can't remember if I answered or not #....I'm sorry if I didn't and the ask is still buried somewhere in my inbox #obikin #clem's aus #asks #anon

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Come Home To Me (Something Special Spin-Off)

Marvel - A Sam Wilson Imagine

Sam Wilson x Female Reader

1K Words

Here's Something Special (Bucky's Story). You might want to read it for this to make sense.

PLEASE NOTE: this does contain spoilers for TFATWS. This starts off at the party that's at the end of ep 6. Also you might need to read Bucky's Story for this AU to make sense (link above). Bucky's girl doesn't have a name since it's technically 'you' lol I hope it's not confusing. enjoy!!

The Beginning.

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Sam Wilson watched Bucky and his girl sway contentedly to the music, the slightest bit of envy tugging at his chest.

It had been a good party, celebrating him taking up the mantle of Captain America, and he and Bucky seemed to have developed a new level of understanding for each other. There was no one more deserving of a soulmate then him.

"Sam, I don't see why you don't just try," Sarah, his sister, whispered. She was talking about the dreams, having caught on to the longing in his eyes.

"Don't you think I have? We've talked about this before, let's not talk about it right now."

Sarah sighed with a nod, "Alright then, do you want to dance? I know your mopey ass can't keep up with me."

Sam chuckled, "Yeah, right."

They moved over towards Bucky who lifted his head with a soft smile.

"Hi guys," his girl also gave a gentle smile. "Do you want to dance, Sam?"

"Hey," Bucky frowned, looking down at her. "We were having a moment."

"I'd love to dance. It's a way better option than dancing with my sister. Move out of the way cyborg," Sam grinned.

Bucky huffed, but he couldn't be upset, not when he had a beautiful girl still looking at him like he held the world. And for her, he did.

"He loves you," Sam murmured, watching as her eyes followed Bucky as he laughed at something Sarah said.

Even in the low light he could see her blush, "You have someone special out there for you too, you know? Either way, you have me and Buck and Sarah, all of these wonderful people who love and support you."

It was quiet after that. Sam's head filling with daydreams, of hope and future.

"You want to piss him off?" Sam asked mischievously.

"I'm not sure," she giggled.

Sam took that as a yes, putting his hand on her waist and dipping her back. She laughed, grabbing his arms so she didn't fall.

"That's enough, Sam," Bucky growled, pulling her to his chest.

"I think he's got better moves than you," she teased.

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After Sam helped clean up from the party, he returned home. The house was quiet. Sarah had returned earlier to put her boys to sleep, and he didn't even want to know what Bucky and his girl were up to.

His mind was running with what she had told him. He wasn't really alone, not at all. He had the best friends and family anybody could ask for. Plus, with being Captain America, he was going to be a busy man.

Yet, he couldn't bury the longing he felt. The pain of loneliness curling through his body like a snake. He wanted to share his life with somebody, have someone to come home to.

With his mind made up, he was going to try the dreams again. It had been a while since he last tried. Every time he did, no one ever showed up.

When he fell asleep, his dreams took him to the a room that he was too familiar with. It was pitch black, and the world shifted intensely under his feet. It was like he couldn't stand up straight.

"Hello?" he called.

The room was empty.

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"You're too quiet. What's wrong?" Bucky asked, gathering plates for breakfast.

Sam hesitated, but he remembered when the man had confided in him. Maybe it would be okay to talk to someone.

"They never show up," he said, eyes concentrating on the pancakes he was flipping. "Every single night. There has to be something wrong with me."

Bucky moved closer. "You know how I felt about the whole thing. They could be scared. You should keep trying. Besides, being Captain America, giving up isn't an option." He patted his back, disappearing into the dining room.

Sam tried again that night.

"Hello?" he called.

"I'm sorry," a sweet voice called back. Sam's heart thudded viciously in his chest. It seemed to match the movement of the dark room, shrouding him in the intense sound.

"It's okay. Why can't I see you? Are you alright?" he managed to yell back.

"No. They're watching me. This is the only chance I had. I'm sorry."

Sam woke up in a cold sweat. You were supposed to forget your dreams, but there was no way he would ever forget that.

They're watching me. What the hell? Pure nightmare fuel.

"Could you see, in your dreams, I mean?" Sam asked Bucky the next day as they sat on his boat.

Bucky blew out air, "From what I remember, yeah. I could only see her I think. Why?"

Sam told him about his dream, taking a drink to swallow down the fear and confusion.

"I don't have any answers for you. I wish I did," Bucky consoled. "Some progress is better than no progress, though. Right?"

---

On the third night, Sam really considered not showing up, but what if he missed his chance? The entire thing was just so draining.

"Can you come get me?" the same female voice called, this time fearful and exhausted. "I'm running out of time, but I think I am in a warehouse of some sort. It's filled with people. There's locked rooms in the basement."

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Sam listened intently. He needed to remember. He needed to get to you.

Here's Part 2

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Suicidal Misunderstanding Part IV - SW TT AU 27

Part I

Part II

Part III

Cody stood frozen as the generals disappeared around the corner. Waxer, in his first verbal remark since Obi-Wan had begun his melt down, let out a obnoxious, whistling cat call. Cody spun around to glare at him.

“Seriously?”

Waxer put his hands up defensively. “What? Relax- so the General got drunk and lost grip on the stick up his ass. We have to be serious about it? I admit, I was freaked out by the way he was talking on the ride over. But, honestly, which of us haven’t had messed-up nightmares about the war? Isn’t that why we were getting drunk in the first place? We’re not going to actually hold anything that made him all sad against him, right?”

“Of course not! Thats not what I-”

Longshot cut Cody off indignantly, “Of course not!”

Waxer plowed ahead, not giving Cody time to marshal his defenses, “And quite frankly, I’m delighted to have been in the room when he finally hugged his vod’ika while verbally expressing an actual emotion towards him. Maybe now that that’s out there they won’t feel the need to show their feelings by pulling suicidal rescue attempts.”

“Dare to dream,” Longshot sighed.

“But what I’m really excited to be a witness to, not to mention what Boil and the ranks are going to be pissed they missed-”

“Yeah we should probably get back to the cantina and pick everyone up.”

“-is the General giving our very own, poor, besotted Commander Cody a kriffing Keldabe, while whispering sweet nothings in his ear.” Waxer finished with satisfaction.

“Gotta say, not where I thought this night was going when the General was crying earlier in the car, but I think on the whole, it was all totally worth it,” Longshot mused.

Waxer’s smile started to slide away when Cody’s irritation failed to abate. “Come on, he kissed you! Why do you look so upset?”

Cody struggled for a moment before answering, “It wasn’t...he wasn’t whispering sweet nothings.”

“More terrifying nightmare ramblings?” Longshot sighed.

“Not- not exactly.”

The two gently pulled him into the hovercar so they could sit down.

“Didn’t he say anything good?” Waxer asked.

“It wasn’t bad- the words would have actually been...nice. If they were phrased a little differently. And if he realized he was saying them to me.” Cody dropped his head into his hands.

“Ohh, he said someone else’s name? That’s rough, buddy.” Waxer said with a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

“No, I think...I think he thought I was a hallucination. He was saying ‘I wish I could tell you’ and stuff like that.”

There was a beat, and then the two started laughing.

“For force sake,” Waxer said wheezing, “He admitted that he daydreamed about confessing to you and you’re upset about it. I’m trying to be supportive but you are not making it easy.”

The sick feeling in Cody’s gut kept getting worse, because that was what he had thought at first, but-

“He talked like he was making a dying confession,” Cody whispered, instantly killing the mood. “He thanked me like he was apologizing and then he told me goodbye.”

The cab was quiet for a long pause.

“He really didn’t know what was going on,” Longshot offered hesitantly. “That’s definitely messed up, but when he wakes up in the morning and sees that things are ok-”

“Are things ok?” Cody asked. “Isn’t that why ‘we went drinking in the first place’, because things aren’t good? What if he had a vision and he knows he’s going to die! Or what if- what if-” Cody couldn’t even finish the thought.

“It’s the General” Waxer interrupted confidently. “If he had some kind of Jedi-prediction-nightmare than we’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t happen. And he would never abandon us on purpose.”

Longshot nodded in agreement and Cody took a deep breath. He was letting his thoughts spiral into something crazy. Waxer was right.

“Just- let me talk to him before you mention any of this to the troops, ok? How we was acting, the stuff he said. Even the...Keldabe.” Cody managed to say without blushing.

Waxer looked like he was going to protest, but Longshot smacked him in the back of the head before he could get a word out.

“We’ll run silent until you give the all clear,” Longshot promised. Waxer eventually muttered an agreement.

Longshot climbed up front to the drivers seat and they finally pulled back into Coruscanti night traffic, Waxer starting to chatter inanely about what the guys might have been up to while they were gone.

Cody hesitated over his Comm before typing out a message to General Skywalker.

‘Please watch G. Kenobi’s 6 until hes back with 212th. Uneasy with goodbye. Seemed to be subtly indicating potential danger, but message was garbled. Please keep me informed.’ -CC2224

It was well over two hours later when he received a reply.

‘Roger. He’s asleep and I am monitoring the situation. Ty for delivering him to temple.’ - G. Skywalker

Slightly less uneasy, and confident that the Cantina was well monitored by several enthusiastic troopers, Cody finally attempted some shuteye.

Part V

#star wars #my au #star wars au #star wars au no 27 #suicidal misunderstanding au #sw #codywan #i guess #its not really the focus of this au because Obi-Wans in a really weird place with the time travel and everything so more to build up the #angst #time travel

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Summer of Whump Day 12 [Death/Rebirth]

A direct continuation of the last one!

The room was quiet when Tech entered, the only sound being his and Omega’s breathing. He slowly inched forward, trying his best not to look at the glaringly obvious wound on Omega’s back. He took a seat, folding his arms and resting his head on them. Today had been a complete mess, and he was still processing it. Their chips weren’t supposed to activate! Crosshair was suppose to be the exception, not just a warning of what was to come! Thank the Maker for Rex, he wasn’t sure what they would have done without his help.

A shudder runs through him at the thought of Wrecker’s chip activating while they were on the ship or on a mission. Hell, he could have easily ended their lives in their sleep at any point. Apparently, they had all been one blow to the head away from becoming killing machines. Today had proved that the chips truly took away any semblance of control, because Wrecker would never have hurt Omega if he could have helped it.

‘But,’ Tech thought sadly, ‘he still did.’

Wrecker had hurt Omega, and it wasn’t just a little injury. Her neck was purple with bruises, and he could still couldn’t bring himself to look at her back. He knew he’d have to, she’d need to have bandages applied soon, if the bacta did its job, but he wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. He’d hurt her, and Tech wasn’t sure how to feel. He wanted to feel angry at Wrecker, wanted to have someone close by who he could take his anger out on, but he knew it wasn’t his brother’s fault. It was the Empire who had put those chips in their heads, in all of their brothers’ heads.

He settled on feeling mad at everything.

Omega shifted slightly, her face scrunching up in disgruntlement. Tech frowned, unsure of how to help. Was she having a nightmare? Was she in pain? He couldn’t tell.

“What’s going on in your head, little one?” He asked softly, taking one of Omega’s hands. Her hands were so small compared to his own, and he was once again reminded of how young she really was.

Omega blinked, finding herself in familiar darkness. Waves of purple and blue rippled around her, ebbing through the void. She tries to move, and discovers that, unlike before, when she had felt grounded and normal, she now feels much lighter.

‘I wonder if this is how clouds feel.’ She thought, smiling as she floated around.

“That’s an interesting thought, young one.”

The voice surprises Omega, and she spins around to see a man standing before her. He was dressed in long, brown robes that hung loosely off of him. He had long hair that flowed over his shoulders and his eyes were a kind blue. An aura of blue light seemed to emanate from him.

“Who are you?” Omega asked.

“A friend. Would you like some company?” The man asked, not quite answering her question.

Omega shrugs. “Sure. Not like there’s much to do here.”

The man chuckles a bit and sits down, crossing his legs. “Yes, I suppose this place isn’t the most entertaining for a child.”

Omega sat down as well. “Yeah, you’d think a dream would be more interesting.” She frowns. “Wait, if I’m dreaming, why are you here? I don’t know you.”

The man’s smile turns a bit sad. “This is no dream, young one. You are in the Between.”

“The… what?” Omega was confused.

“The Between is the place that exists on the line between life and death. You haven’t passed on yet, but you are close enough to that point that you can exist here.” The man explained, gesturing to the void around them.

Omega looked at her hands, then back up at the man. “So, I’m dying? Isn’t there anything I can do? Are you dying?”

The man shook his head. “I passed on years ago. The best thing you can do is find peace and wait to see what the Force wills.”

“Peace? How can you tell me to find peace?! I’m dying!” Omega yelped. “That’s not something you feel peaceful about!’

“You are strong in the Force. Your body might be gone, but your soul will remain. There is nothing to fear.” The man said, trying to calm her down.

“Easy for you to say, you’re dead! Look, maybe you were okay with dying, but I’m not.” She huffed, getting to her feet.

“Where are you going?” The man asked, sounding somewhat amused.

“I’m gonna find a way out of here. I need to tell Wrecker that what happened wasn’t his fault!” Omega said, looking back over her shoulder as she picked a direction and started walking.

She did not find a way out.

Omega groaned and flopped down when, for the third time, she ended up back where she started. The man was still there, looking over at her as she visibly deflated.

“This sucks.” She muttered.

“Giving up?” The man asked.

“Well I don’t really have a choice. There’s no way out, so I guess I just have to wait and see if I die.” Omega sighed, tears starting to form as she felt frustration build in her chest.

“If you give up, you almost certainly will. You must have faith in yourself and in the Force.” The man said, patting the space beside him. “Come, I’ll show you how to meditate. Connecting with the Force isn’t a bad way to pass some time.”

Omega looked uncertain, but moved to sit next to the man.

“So, are you going to tell me your name, or am I going to have to call you “dead bearded dude” forever?” Omega asked, not afraid to sass a ghost.

The man actually laughed at that. “You remind me a great deal of my padawan. He always had a quick remark ready on his tongue. My name is Qui-Gon Jinn, but you may call me Jinn.”

“Your padawan? You’re a Jedi?” Omega questioned.

“I was. I died before… well, before everything went wrong. I wish I had been able to stay around longer. I had never wanted to leave my padawan alone like I did. I’m not sure he ever found peace after my passing.” Jinn said, sounding remorseful.

“I’m sure he misses you. I don’t think I would get over the death of someone I cared about very easily, if at all.” Omega said, staring out into the shifting darkness.

“Jedi aren’t supposed to mourn. We believe that there is no real death, just your life returning to the Force.” Jinn responded.

“Wow. That sounds…” Omega frowned, her brow wrinkling, “really awful. No wonder the Force is mad at you guys.”

“What?” Jinn reeled back a bit, not at all expecting Omega’s statement.

“Yeah. It said that the Jedi ruined someone named Anakin. I think he was the Force’s favourite.” She said.

Jinn blinked. “How do you know about my grandpadawan?”

“The Force told me. I was created to be Force-Sensitive, so I have an unnaturally strong connection.” Omega explained.

The ghost’s eyes widened.

“Oh Maker, that- that is not good.” He whispered. “How the hell did they manage to piss of the Force?!”

“Maybe by teaching this Anakin guy your terrible ideas on life?” She deadpanned. “Did you tell him to not mourn and also to just be at peace with dying?”

“Something like that…” Jinn said, putting a hand on his face.

“Jedi suck.” Omega said simply.

“They can.” Jinn agreed. “But not all of them are bad. My padawan tried to help Anakin, but he didn’t understand how bad things were until it was too late. The guilt he feels from his failure is so great, I feel it even as we speak.”

“What happened to them?” Omega asked. “Your padawan and Anakin?”

“Anakin has fallen to the Dark side, and he now acts as the Empire’s attack dog. My padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, now resides on Tatooine. He watches over Anakin’s son.” Jinn said. “If you would like, I could ask him to train you. I could tell right away that you were strong in the Force, even before you told me to what extent. I’m sure you and him would get along extremely well.”

“I don’t think I’ll be doing any training for a while.” Omega said. “I- I got really hurt today.”

“I know. The Force felt your pain, and we could feel its alarm.” Jinn said sympathetically. “What happened?”

“I’ve been travelling around with a group of clones who’s chips didn’t activate right away. Today, one of theirs did, and he ended up chasing me down into the bottom of a Jedi cruiser. There was lots of steam and really hot metal, and, and…” Omega shuddered at the memory, phantom pain rippling through her.

Wait, was that phantom pain?

“It seems as though the Force doesn’t wish for you to join us yet.” Jinn said, pointing to Omega’s hands. They were becoming more and more transparent as the seconds passed.

“What’s happening?” Omega cringed as she felt another wave of pain hit her, a couple of tears dripping down her cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid. You’re waking up.” Jinn said quickly. “Consider my offer, little one. Reach out to me when you have healed.”

Omega tried to respond, but found herself unable to. She felt heavy, and she started to fall into the void. She blinked, and the world went white.

Wrecker hovered by the doorway, unwilling to go in. When he’d woken up, his memory had been fuzzy for a moment. His head had ached a bit, but nothing like it had before. He’d been shocked to see the muzzle of a blaster pointed at his face, and even more surprised to see that it was Rex who was holding it. He’d held up his hands instinctively, shrinking back in shock. He must have done the right thing, because Rex’s face had softened and he had moved the blaster away. Once he’d gotten over his surprise, he’d asked why Rex had been pointing a blaster at him.

His stomach had dropped when he got his answer.

He’d been standing just outside the door for a while now, needing to see for himself that Omega was alive, but also not being able to bring himself to face her after what he had done.

He’d been assured that no one blamed him for what had happened, that it was the chip’s fault. But it hadn’t been a piece of metal in his brain that had grabbed Omega by her little throat and slammed her against that burning hot steel. That had been him. How did you even begin to apologize for something like that? Could you even apologize for that? Or had he just irreversibly shattered his relationship with Omega?

“Wrecker.”

Rex’s voice brought him out of his own head. The blonde was standing on the opposite side of the doorway, looking at Wrecker expectantly.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” He knew that Echo was sleeping in the room, so he kept his voice low.

“No, uh, I don’t think so.” Wrecker murmured. “I think I’ll stay out here.”

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

Rex sighed. “Wrecker, you can’t keep avoiding them.”

“But what if they all hate me? I wouldn’t even want to be around me after what I did.” He said, crossing his arms as he looked away.

“No one hates you, Wrecker. You were a victim, too.” Rex said.

Wrecker didn’t respond, still looking down at the floor as Rex laid a comforting hand on his arm.

“Just remember, Omega is going to need all of her buirs while she recovers.” Rex said, smiling as Wrecker startled at the title.

The burly man turned the word over in his head. He’d only ever been a vod before, and he’d never even once consider that he might someday be something more. The idea wasn’t an unpleasant one; he actually liked the idea of being seen as a parental figure, but how could Rex even think that Omega would still think of him as such, if she ever had before.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar yelp, followed by a thud. Instinctively, he jolted into the room, eyes wide with fear when he saw Omega on the ground. Tech, who seemed to have been dozing off, had startled awake, knocking over the chair with how fast he stood up.

“Omega!” He gasped, stepping forward to help her up.

Tech beat him to it, the younger clone easing Omega into his arms with extreme care. Omega instantly buried her face in his chest, shivering as she whined in pain.

Hunter and Echo practically materialized beside Tech at the sound, and Wrecker didn’t miss the way Hunter’s hands twitched upwards, like he wanted to take Omega from Tech and hold her himself.

Perhaps Rex hadn’t been too far off when he’d called them her buirs.

“What happened?” He asked, shuffling a bit closer.

Tech’s eyes flickered up towards him, and he silent exhaled in relief when he saw no traces of the hatred he had been expecting to see.

“I don’t know. She was sleeping just fine, and then she suddenly woke up and fell off the cot. I think she’s feeling her injuries.” He said, quickly looking towards Rex. “Where is the sedatives? We need to give her a low dose so we can reapply the bacta.”

“It’s in the cabinets. Wrecker, grab a sedative from that cabinet there!” Rex barked, rushing over to a different cabinet. Wrecker obeyed without question, retrieving a pack of needles with a green liquid within them.

He gives the sedatives to Tech as he set Omega down. The girl wasn’t too happy about having to release Tech, and she clung to him as she cried. Tech looked at Hunter for help, needing to administer the sedative but not wanting to make Omega even more upset. The man instantly brought Omega into a hug, holding her while Tech opened a needle. He whispered reassurances as Omega tucked her face into his neck, shivering all the while.

Finally, Tech managed to get the sedative ready and he stuck it into Omega’s neck, grimacing when she squeaked in pain. After a few tense minutes had passed, Omega relaxed, still breathing hard as the sedative kicked in. Rex came over soon after with some more bacta, and they quickly applied the healing substance. Omega pulled her face away from Hunter’s neck and looked around the room, her eyes wet and still a bit wild looking. Her eyes met Wrecker’s, and the enhanced clone realized that he was now in the very room he had just been trying to avoid.

“Hey Wr-wrecker,” She said, her voice still shaky, “how’s y-y-your head?”

To his complete and utter surprise, she smiled at him as best she could. It was a little bit wobbly, and it looked like it was hard to keep it there, but he could tell she wasn’t forcing it.

“It’s- it’s good. I’m okay now.” He said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh, g-good! I was w-worried ‘bout you.” Omega said, leaning against Hunter’s chest as she shakes.

“Me? You shouldn’t worry about me, Omega. I’m not worth worrying over.” He said, shaking his head. Omega frowned, her eyes becoming misty.

“N-no! It’s not your fault! You weren’t in control!” She argued, trying to sit up. She hissed when her back muscles were moved, and she was quickly eased back down as Echo gently pushed on her arm. “Please don’t blame yourself.”

She sniffed, and Wrecker quickly put his hands up. “Okay, okay you’re right! I won’t blame myself! Please don’t cry…”

He moved closer to her, kneeling down in front of the cot. She reached a hand out, and Wrecker slowly took it gently. She squeezed his hand, blinking away tears. She breathed, struggling a bit from her throat muscles being deeply bruised.

“I-I,” He started, looking down as he tried to think about what to say, “I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, Omega. I tried to control it, tried to stop, but I just-”

“Couldn’t.” Omega finished. “I know Wrecker. It’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Don’t.” He said instantly. “Don’t forgive me, at least not yet. I gotta earn that.”

Omega huffed but nodded. “Okay Wrecker, if you say so.”

Wrecker nodded, more to himself than to Omega. He kept holding her hand as Echo applied bandaged, the clone trying to avoid touching Omega’s skin as much as possible. After around half an hour had passed, Omega’s eyes began to droop. She yawned and, upon deciding that Hunter would make a good pillow, leaned into him and settled down to sleep. Hunter didn’t dare move, lest he disturb Omega. Even when she fell into a far more peaceful sleep, she kept a sturdy hold on Wrecker’s hand.

Pillow sniffed the air, trying to figure out where Warm One had gone. Blue Stripes, a new human that had apparently joined their group, had led Warm One’s pack into this large, broken metal den, and they had yet to come back out. He’d brought her doll, just in case they were staying here for a while. Pillow hauled his way up into a vent, wiggling through the cold metal space. He could hear something moving around up ahead, so he followed it, eventually ending up above an open room. He poked his head down, cocking his head in confusion.

There was a human standing in the room, staring at something in his hand. He wore the same colours as the other members of Warm One’s pack, and he smelled extremely similar to them, but he didn’t recognize him.

‘Must be a lost clutchmate.’ He thought sadly. ‘Poor human. Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to your pack!’

He dropped down, sitting on his haunches. He honked a greeting as the human whirled around, his weapon raised. Ah, he must not understand that he was here to help. Humans had practically useless noses, after all. They needed to use their eyes to identify each other.

Pillow dropped the doll, nudging it towards the human. He pauses, then picks up the doll, turning it over and examining it.

‘See? I know where your family is!’ He thought.

The human stares at the doll, then at Pillow.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, and Pillow thinks that his voice is a bit… cold.

Ignoring that, he sniffs the air again. It takes a moment, but he eventually picks up the scent of blood and tears and familiarity. He honked, now worried. Was Warm One hurt? Was that why she hadn’t come back?

‘Hold on, Warm One. I’m coming!’ He thought, taking off down the hallway. The new human was quick to follow.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars #omega bad batch #hunter bad batch #rex clone wars #captain rex #echo bad batch #tech bad batch #wrecker bad batch #tw injury #qui gon jinn #force ghost #talking about death #summerofwhump #summerofwhump[12]

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shewhospeakswiththunder · 4 years

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Perhaps you’re feeling bored at home or, if considered an “essential” worker like me, you need a little fun and stress relief. Here is my masterpost of fic recs from my two years of reading so far. Maybe you’ll find something new, or reconnect with an old favorite. Either way--

Enjoy! 😷💕

Reylo Fics that Deserve All the Love

Near Kinsman by englishable

Englishable is just one of the best writers I’ve encountered in fandom. This historical western mail order bride AU is top notch quality.

The Masochism of Self-Defence by greyorchids

The Reylo dynamic in this Boston PD AU is steamy, but also heartfelt.

So Much Thin Glass by walkingsaladshooter

Never knew I loved modern day Gothic AUs until I ran across this one.

Heaven Forbid by DarkKnightDarkSide

I was stunned by the author’s creativity in this Priestlo fic. So smutty. So... inventive 😉🔥

Sonder by deathbyhumidity

Two strangers passing each other by on the train. Soft, dreamlike, somber, poignant. Modern AU.

And Still I Would Remember by Inmyownidiom

A Victorian era AU of two souls that parted and come crashing back together.

So, You've Decided to Glamour a Human Girl. by selunchen

Faeries AU! Ben, a fae, and Rey, a human. Shenanigans ensue.

Live Long, and Prosper by SaintHeretical

For the Reylo Trekkies. Hell, even if you don't do Star Trek, read this. PHENOMENAL.

Mr. Solo & Miss Wellfound by LinearA

“Regency/Victorian AU, Ben sees Rey's stockinged ankle by accident.”

Diyari by Nervoustouch

Modern archeologists AU. Snarky banter with dashes of Indiana Jones, The Mummy, and Sahara vibes.

Drawn to the light of your burning sorrows by Kyriadamorte

The Mothlo AU you didn’t know you needed. Both gritty and soft.

Crown Glass by RebelRebel

Fantasy AU, with lots of beautiful imagery and engaging character dynamics.

Kohelet 3:16 (Call Me A Cab) by LinearA

NYC Jewish Leia and Ben. Skillfully layered plot, nuanced characterization. Smut is HOT.

By the Shores of Varykino Lake by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

Unhealthy dynamics, definitely read the tags. “There’s a lot of fucked-up-ness”, in the author’s own words. But it’s good writing. Fair warning.

Let Me Put My Darkness In You by ArdeaJestin

Canonverse. Hux is an insufferable, pompous ass and Kylo Ren writes terrible, melodramatic poetry.

Wintertide by Zabeta

Whimsical and primitive in turn, this lives up to the style of a true fairytale AU.

The Forty Thieves by PoetHrotsvitha

Peaky Blinders/Gangsters AU. Rey starts as Ben’s bartender and ends up as so much more.

I Said to My Soul, Be Still by LinearA

Dark!Rey takes her man. 🥵🔥💕

Hux's Rousing Pep Talks by Riels_shorts

This fic is hysterical. It’s not Reylo, and I don’t care. My list, my rules.

It's All I Can Do To Leave You Alone by TazWren

Office AU. Silly, spunky, with a bashful Ben.

Sip the Honey Sweet by dietplainlite

Anne of Green Gables-esque/Edwardian era AU, the title really says it all.

The Pull to the Light by HarpiaHarpyja

Entrancingly macabre. This modern/fantasy/monsters AU catches your attention from the get-go, and never lets you off the hook.

lay then the axe to the root by sciosophia

All the Bronte goodness, plus smut.

The Golden Age by TourmalineGreen

Golden Age of Hollywood AU in which Ben is a jaded actor in serious need of an image fix, in the form of fresh-faced actress Rey.

Never Be Your Curse by Kate_Reid

Kylo Ren is a go-go dancer in this AU. That was enough to get my attention 😘

Gallows God by Killtheselights

Bursting with deliciously grim imagery, an intelligent take on Norse mythology.

Thunderstorms, Clouds, Snow, and a Slight Drizzle by aNerdObsessed

Who doesn’t love an ugly sweater Christmas party? Ben Solo, that’s who. All the nostalgic wintertime feels in this modern AU.

Though My Soul Has Set in Darkness by englishable

It’s not long, but it’s good. A lyrical dive into the mindspace of child Ben Solo. A true gem. Also not technically Reylo. Still don’t care.

I Dare You by tinylittlebrain

Daredevil Kylo has pissed off ER doc Rey Kenobi for the last time. Spicy!

stuck in colder weather by redbelles

Professor Ren stops grad student Rey from biking home in a snow storm. And takes her to his home. You can guess where this goes 😉

Between Sky and Sea by nessalk

Serious Indiana Jones vibes with a Caribbean flair. Painstakingly researched, and moments of true beauty and joy.

But Before Tomorrow by Kate_Reid

Such good writing. Canonverse.

The Sword of Prince Hector by englishable

Exploration of what redemption might feel like for Ben, canonverse.

if compassion be the breath of life, breathe on me by Victoryindeath2

All the angst and unknowns that we were left with in the wake of TLJ are soothed in this canonverse piece.

build a ladder to the stars by redbelles

An exploration of events post-Crait. Fantastic, beautifully written.

nor are we forgiven (which brings us back) by TolkienGirl

Both Kylo and Rey get to see what life would have been like if they both got exactly what they thought they wanted after TLJ. Fascinating read.

Forsworn by Erulisse17

This Mando/ST crossover has everything you could want--action, witty banter, space romance! So much fun!

Reylo Favorites & Classics

One Shots

59 Minutes by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

For Science by KyloTrashForever, ohwise1ne

He Made It Through the Wilderness (somehow he made it through) by LovesBitca8

light carries on endlessly by lachesisgrimm (olga_theodora)

Grey by ocjones

The Idiot's Guide to Flirting by Violetwilson

High School/College AU

I Caught Fire by KyloTrashForever

Mountain Springs High School by animal

Epithumia by pontmercy44

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth

Office/Workplace AU

Sensual Storytime by andabatae

The Food of Love by LovesBitca8

Historical/Dystopia AU

Hiraeth by Ferasha

a manner of virtue by neonheartbeat

The lamb's thirst by animal

Wanted by Inmyownidiom

She Who Would be Queen by sasstasticmad

go i know not whither and fetch i know not what by voicedimplosives

ABO

Knot My First Time by KyloTrashForever

Canonverse/Canon-divergent

variations on a theme of you by diasterisms (Reydar)

i will be the wolf by diasterisms

Sky Marked Souls by AnonymousMink

The Death of Kylo Ren by nymja

World In My Eyes by sasstasticmad

i'm always in this twilight (in the shadow of your heart) by diasterisms

Catch Me I’m Falling by violethoure666

Sword of the Jedi by diasterisms

You'll Be the One to Turn by postedbygaslight

Dark Crown by Violetwilson

Harry Potter AU

Nocturnal Studies And Other Peculiar Magic by WaterlilyRose

Otherwise Modern AU

Pretense by Celia_and

Insta-heart by slipgoingunder

Serotonin and Dopamine by pontmercy44

The Elusive Mating Dance of the Porgus Adorabilis by andabatae

Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter

WAR DOGS by fulcrumstardust

miles from where you are by Mooncactus

Charcoal by luvkurai

Stay by jeeno2

coarse and rough and irritating by frak-all (or_ryn)

Blades Crossed by the-reylo-void (Anysia)

Embers by sciosophia

Mitan, Midi by animal

Janus by englishable

Say My Name by Graendoll

Thank You for The Music by hipgrab (merrymegtargaryen)

darling, so it goes by akosmia

This is the Sign You've Been Looking For by RebelRebel

Broken Things by midnightbluefox

One-Night Stand by delia-pavorum (literaryminded)

The Rebel Side of Heaven by jeeno2

On The Bumpy Road (To Love) by violethoure666

we could plant a house, we could build a tree by Like_A_Dove

I’d Like My Obituary to Hint at a Sequel by Violetwilson

Only If You Want To by Violetwilson

Not Reylo, Still Awesome

Gingerflower/Gingerrose, Armitage Hux/Rose Tico

Between Sand and Sea by Brit Hux-Tico (birchwoods01)

If Ever I Would Leave You by Weddersins

Her Yellow Rainboots by Weddersins

Merrical, Cal Kestis/Merrin (Jedi: Fallen Order)

The Stars Alight by FlyingMachine

Heavy Ice by FlyingMachine

Caltrilla, Cal Kestis/Trilla Suduri (Jedi: Fallen Order)

No One Else by xanderwilde

call it what you want by xanderwilde

tear you to pieces by xanderwilde

Dramione, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter Universe)

Now Is A Gift by SenLinYu

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll

Zutara, Katara/Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

oracle bones by an orphaned account

Fics by Me

Virtue Ethics

Reylo College AU (completed)

Dr. Ben Solo, adjunct philosophy professor and part-time martial arts instructor, discovers a young woman in his Intro to Philosophy course whom he thinks may not actually be enrolled at the University.

Chiasmus

Reylo Role-reversal canonverse AU (WIP)

Scourge of the galaxy, Kira Ren, is tasked by the First Order to eliminate the last of the Jedi. When she captures hotshot podracer Ben Solo to extract Luke Skywalker’s location from him, things do not go according to plan.

This Dance of Light, This Sacred Blessing

Snapshots of a modern Reylo AU. Smutty, prosey one-shot.

Listen Up, Kid

Canonverse Reylo Post TLJ one-shot

The ghosts of Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's past are back to haunt him with a vengeance. A well-meaning, familial kind of vengeance. Or, A Star Wars Carol.

Ben’s Body

Reylo Modern AU (completed)

Rey is an up and coming sculptor specialising in human shape and form. Her new next door neighbour has a body to die for and she's determined to preserve it in marble forever. Now she just has to convince dashing and reclusive Ben to model for her. Preferably naked.

Growin’ Up

Reylo High School AU (completed)

Ben Solo was supposed to only be ruining his own life with his bad decisions. Rey Niima was just trying to pay attention in class. Both get stuck in detention.

Seven Texts, 2 AM

Reylo Modern AU, smutty one-shot

Ben has good reasons not to have sex with his neighbor, Rey. She has other ideas.

Song of the Forest

Reylo Fantasy/BatB/Fairytale AU (completed)

Once upon a time, a girl with an unknown past appeared on the doorsteps of a lord’s manor, and now the forest at the edge of the lord’s property is calling to her.

A Season of Frost & Warmth

Modern Reylo P&P AU (completed)

When Ben shows up to a Halloween party with no costume, it only confirms Rey’s certainty that he is the world’s biggest jerk. Until it comes to light that maybe... he isn’t.

Follow Me Home

Modern Werewolf Reylo AU (completed)

Rey gets stone drunk and brings home a big cute husky she found in an alley. The next morning, she finds a naked man built like a fridge sleeping on her living room floor, and no dog in sight.

The Gentleness That Comes

Reylo Modern AU one-shot

Underground boxer!Ben is resigned to his life of violence, until he meets a pretty new bartender one night.

Unlikely, Unbidden, Unbound

Gingerflower canonverse AU (WIP)

General Hux is imprisoned by the Resistance when the First Order falls. He had known his death was coming, it was simply a matter of course. He’s disappointed to learn the Resistance has other plans, and an unwavering policy of giving people second chances.

@thereylowritingden @reylofic @nancylovesreylo @grlie-girl @lilia-ula @greyforceuser @tazwren @mhcalamas

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years

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Falling Apart (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Falling Apart Rating: PG Length: 1600 Warnings: Angst (allusions to post-partum depression) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in July 1997. Javier’s POV. Summary: Javier grapples with the aftermath.

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“Coffee?” Javier questioned as he rose from the kitchen table with his own coffee cup. His brows knit together as she lifted her gaze to stare back at him with visible indifference written on her face.

“Sure.” She pushed the coffee mug to the edge, before picking up the newspaper that had been sitting idle on the table and flipping through it.

He hesitated, words forming at his lips, but he didn’t have the balls to actually speak them. Instead, he snatched up the mug and headed for the coffee pot.

It felt like he was living with a stranger.

The woman sitting at his kitchen table looked like the woman he loved, but everything about her felt wrong. Sometimes he still saw her — that glimmer of mischief that was followed by cold feet finding his leg beneath the covers; that raw sense of humor that meshed with his and drove their friends crazy.

But most days it felt like she’d been replaced with a pod person who wanted nothing to do with him. She was stand-offish at best and entirely disinterested at the worst.

Maybe he had understood her correctly. Maybe she truly was done with him.

Javier was well aware of the fact that he’d been overbearing during those last few months of her pregnancy, but he hadn’t anticipated that his worry would turn into this festering wound that wouldn’t heal.

“I was thinking about taking Josie to the park,” He started gently as he sat the coffee cup down on the table in front of her.

“Newborns aren’t exactly park-friendly.” She retorted, folding the newspaper in half and sitting it aside as she reached for her mug. “I’ll just stay home.”

Javier took a sip of coffee as he sat down across from her, “I don’t mind handling Sofía—“

“You don’t mind handling her?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I’m perfectly capable of watching her at home. Alone.”

He swallowed thickly, nodding his head as he glanced down at his half eaten breakfast. His stomach turned in response to the coarse tone she’d taken with him. “Right.”

Where had he gone wrong? Was it the guilt he felt that had done this relationship in? Wasn’t that what precipitated her confession that she didn’t want to do this.

Whatever it meant.

No, he knew what she meant.

And fuck if it wasn’t tearing him up inside.

The idea of having to rebuild his life without her scared the shit out of him. It had been bad enough when there had been a few hours where he thought he’d have to plan her funeral — but somehow the idea of existing in the same world with and without her didn’t seem right.

Javier rubbed at his jaw as he stared down at his coffee cup, brows drawn together as he considered how to navigate this perilous situation he found himself in. “I would really like for you to come with us. And I’m sure Josie would like to have the two of you there.”

She chewed on her bottom lip as she glanced at him briefly, “Alright.” She offered a shrug, before rising to her feet. “I’m going to take a shower, then.”

She hadn’t even touched her coffee.

He sighed heavily as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. His gaze lingered on the empty space she had occupied, before he leaned forward on his elbows and raked his fingers through his hair.

Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he stood up to clean the table off.

He’d already called his father to try to talk through the situation — to try to figure out why this was happening. But even that hadn’t helped. It was like she was drifting away at sea and he was completely helpless and drowning too.

Steve and Connie had come to visit a few days ago and she’d seemed almost normal. But he wondered how much of that was just for show — she was good at putting up these false walls of emotion, to mask how she really felt.

It pissed him off that he had gone through four years of psychology classes two decades ago and it did fuck all now when it really counted.

And she was too damn good at performing in front of friends and family, Javier doubted Steve would believe him if he brought up the way she’d been acting around him.

“Josie,” Javier started as he walked down the hallway to her bedroom, pushing the door open. “Can you get ready to go to the park?”

“But I already am dressed, daddy!” She said as she looked up from the Hot Wheels track she was building.

“You can’t wear pajamas to the park,” Javier chuckled as he watched her adjust the tiara she had on. “Do you need help?”

Josie pursed her lips thoughtfully before nodding her head, “I want to look like a princess, like mommy.”

Javier smiled a little, “Your mommy is a princess, isn't she princesa?” He said as he pulled open the dresser drawers to find her something to wear. She had a plethora of dresses with like shorts sewn into the skirts — which were perfect for the park.

What would life look like if all of this fell apart? Would he get the girls part of the time? He hadn’t had to have these thoughts since Colombia — back when everything hung in the balance.

His father had talked him off that ledge, the last time they’d talked. Chucho was convinced that they were both stressed after everything that happened. He’d been there too, after all. He’d seen it firsthand.

But the thought of packing his life back into a joyless apartment was a sobering thought to consider.

“Hey babe,” She popped her head into Josie’s bedroom, fresh out of the shower and toweling off her wet hair, “Did you use the sunblock last? I can’t find it.”

Javier perched on the edge of Josie’s bed, “Should be in the kitchen in the junk drawer.”

“Perfect.” She smiled, like nothing was wrong and it felt like a genuine display of emotion. “Next time we go to the store, remind me that I’m out of my apricot scrub.”

“Alright,” Javier nodded, turning his attention back to Josie who was wrestling her way out of her pajama top. “I’ll put it on the list.”

“Josie, are you wearing a crown?”

Josie turned towards her mother, beaming from ear-to-ear, “I wanted to be a princess racecar dry-beaver.”

“You wanted to be a beaver?” She snorted. “Are you trying to say ‘driver,’ babydoll?”

Josie nodded her head, “A race dri-ber.”

“Close enough,” She grinned, looking towards Javier then. “How about ice cream after the park?”

“Ice cream?” Josie gasped dramatically.

“I can’t say no, now.” He smirked, his heart beating a little faster. “Whatever you want, baby.” Whatever it would take to make her feel normal again — Javier was willing to try it. He’d walk on Legos barefoot if it meant normalcy could return to their lives.

Sofía started crying in her nursery and her mother’s face fell.

“Do you want me to get her so you can get ready?” Javier offered cautiously.

“No.” She blinked slowly as she looked down the hall, “I’ve got her. Just get Josie ready.”

“Come on, JoJo. Let’s get you dressed.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth and held out her dress for her.

He knew he had to be patient — she’d gone through hell too. Physically and mentally. They had both built up so many expectations for Sofia’s birth and in the end it had been a nightmare.

Javier hated to even think about what life might’ve been like if they hadn’t kept trying. If they’d given up… but how could he think that way? Sofía was the grumpiest little angel — she was perfect. And if they hadn’t had her, they wouldn’t have Monica in their lives.

Or Stevie.

Or even the house they lived in.

Even with the current situation, he wouldn’t give up the best parts of his life just because they had hit a rocky patch. A really rocky patch.

And then there was the added pressure of knowing what she’d gone through in her own childhood. The pain, the trauma, the instinctual reactions that came with her upbringing. It was why she soldiered through everything without speaking up — she’d rather suffer in silence than feel like a burden.

Was she suffering now and he was just blind to it? Outside of how it inconvenienced his life.

“Daddy, why are you sad?” Josie questioned, standing in front of him pouting. “You’ve gots to smile.” She wagged a finger at him, before poking him between the eyes. “You’ve got them wormy lines!”

Javier couldn’t help but laugh, scooping Josie up and tickling her until she squealed for him to stop, her laughter an infectious sound that warmed his heart.

This was his family and he wasn’t going to lose his partner. He’d weather whatever storm he had to weather, if it meant coming out the other side. The good already outweighed the bad, he just couldn’t let him get caught up in his own melancholy.

His own guilt.

That guilt still ate him alive at night.

She’d wanted to have a second child to give him the experience he’d missed out on. Now he wished he’d missed out on this experience.

He had wanted to experience the joy of fatherhood firsthand, but instead he got to suffer the nightly fears that the love of his life was slipping through his fingers.

And maybe he should bring it up with her. Talk about it. But what if she confirmed his worst fears? What if she truly did want out? He was a fucking selfish man still, and he wanted to hold onto this until it was pried out of his hands.

He wanted to roll over at night and reach out for her and not fear that he’d feel her flinch away from him. He wanted to walk into the nursery while she was feeding Sofía and not fear that she’d bite his head off about hovering. He wanted all the things he had been blessed with when Josie was a baby and he’d taken for granted.

Javier had realized the merit in the saying — you never realize how good you have it, until it’s gone. And she already felt one foot out the door of their relationship.

#pedro pascal x reader #javier pena #javier pena x reader

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entropicquilibriumofchaos · 4 years

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👉🏻👈🏻 could i request a 46 w obi wan? congrats on your milestone!!

Thank you so much, and of course! I had a lot of fun writing this (definitely not during my bio lecture........)

Prompt #46 - Argument leading to kissing/sex from this prompt list

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, people do stupid things. This is well known in the Jedi Temple and almost a rule of thumb around Anakin Skywalker. But, unbeknownst to most regular galactic citizens, the king of that particular phrase is Anakin’s master.

Obi-Wan Kenobi; king of doing stupid things in the heat of battle.

You’ve seen this multiple times of course, but today? Today took the proverbial cake.

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” Obi-Wan deadpanned as you dragged him along the corridor. His robes were ripped and singed from blaster fire and his face was coated in dirt, blood, and oil. “I’m perfectly fine.”

You scowled at him and pulled him along towards the Halls of Healing. “You almost died, Obi-Wan!”

“But, I didn’t.” he argued. “Look, see?” He pulled away from you and tried to stand on his own. To your chagrin and his disapproval, his body had other ideas and he collapsed back into you. You grunted as he fell back on you and huffed as you continued down the corridor.

“You have at least two broken ribs and I’m almost positive you have a concussion. Please, just let me help you,” you pleaded.

Begrudgingly, he let you escort him along towards the Halls of Healing. “Fine, but I still don’t understand why you’re angry with me. We won the battle.”

You stopped in your tracks, beyond pissed. He looked at you surprised, feeling your anger roll off in waves.

“I don’t care if we won the kriffing battle!” you cried, “We almost lost you, Obi-Wan. I almost lost you.”

“(Y/n)...” he trailed off apprehensively. “Be careful of what you’re saying.”

You shook your head viciously. “No. If you’re allowed to risk your life-”

Obi-Wan stood up a bit straighter; you could tell he was in pain, but he refused to show it. “The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few,” he recited sternly. “I risked my life to protect the Republic, to protect the balance of the Force.”

You clenched your teeth and grabbed the fabric of his robe tightly. “Stop being so damn proverbial and let me talk.” He shut his mouth and raised his eyebrows. “You fling yourself into battle, not caring about if you live or die and you don’t think about what we would do without you. What would happen to Anakin? What would happen to Ahsoka? Damnit, Obi-Wan, what would happen to me?”

Obi-Wan, ever the calm negotiator, simply shook his head, but there was turmoil hidden deep inside. “You would move on, just as anyone would. Why wouldn’t you?”

Finally, you snapped.

“Because I love you, Obi-Wan! Is that what you wanted to hear? I love you,” you blurted out. “Here I am, going against the code I have lived my whole life protecting because of a man who doesn’t even care.”

Apparently, that was Obi-Wan’s last straw, too.

He latched onto your hand in his robe and pushed you into the shadows behind one of the grand pillars that lined the corridor. Your back hit the wall hard and his other hand slammed against the hard stone wall next to your head. He rested his forehead on the wall and you could hear him breathe heavily into your ear.

“Never say I don’t care, little one.” he whispered. “It is just the opposite.”

You pushed against him, unsuccessfully. “Then you’re just cruel. You do things like this and lead me on, but then willingly throw yourself into life-or-death situations.”

“Fine,” he blurted out. You could barely see him, but you definitely felt what he did next.

His free hand came down from the wall and gripped the side of your head as he smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes grew wide as he kissed you hard and unrelentingly.

He pulled away, but kept a hand on your face. “Was that cruel? Was that leading you on? You keep accusing me of being this uncaring, selfish man and you don’t even consider what you do to me. You’re my weakness, (y/n). I love you more than the Force itself.”

Instead of responding, because at this point, you weren’t quite sure how to, you pulled his face back to yours and did what you’d been wanting to since you were padawans. You kissed each other like your lives depended on it, because in that moment, it sure felt like it did.

When you parted, Obi-Wan rested his forehead against yours. “I believe it is you who are the cruel one now, little one. Depriving an injured man from receiving medical attention.”

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So Help Me Maker // Sith!Obi Wan

Summary: A rather attractive Sith Lord captures you and keeps you captive, but you weren’t expecting to feel this way about him.

Word count: 2.2k

Side note: so this is my first time writing in years, and my first time writing anything for Star Wars. It’s a bit silly, and probably has some errors in it. I’m not very confident with it, but I hope you enjoy it <3

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You definitely had not planned on getting captured on your trip to pick up your favorite droid from Tatooine, but these things happen to the best of us. A few years back you found a badly damaged battle droid left on the field after a particularly grueling fight against a droid army. You were making your way to your ship when you heard a robotic voice calling for assistance. A quick look around the field revealed a barely in tact battle droid trying to orientate itself with its head on backwards. It was confused, some of its speech patterns jumbled due to the damage done. It had no weapon, either.

What's the harm in taking a look? You thought to yourself as you made your way over. When it saw you it shockingly didn't just try to attack you. Instead, it asked "where am I?"

Quickly you discovered that it's programming had been corrupted because of the intense damage. Essentially, the droid no longer had a master to serve or an objective to carry out. You had thought this to be impossible, but here you were, looking at the droid with its head on backwards having no idea what had just occurred. Being the kind soul that you are, you decided to help turn its head around and fix what little damage you could without the proper tools.

Once you told it where you were and why, it remembered working for the Sith Lord Count Dooku, but it had no desire to work for him. In its words, "You saved me. He left me to be destroyed. I will not serve him anymore. If you'd let me, I would be happy to serve you as my new master." You gladly accepted the offer, taking it into your ship and getting it fixed up the rest of the way.

It didn't take you long to start calling "it" a him. You didn't like the idea of him being just a machine, so you hated treating him like one. Quickly it was discovered that he was amazing at cooking. Because of this, you decided to name him Remy after a very talented cooking rodent.

When you had to go on a dangerous mission on Hoth you decided to leave Remy with a good friend of yours on Tatooine. After all, who else would you get your favorite meals from?

The universe seemed to have it out for you though, as when you were on your way to pick him up and return to Coruscant you had been captured by a large ship. Long story short, you had been unarmed and put into a holding cell where one of the most infamous Sith Lords was attempting to get information on the plans of the Jedi Council out of you. Once he was too frustrated by your lack of compliance, he had left you there alone.

You now sit on the floor of the cell, your knees curled up to your chest as your head rests against the wall, going in and out of sleep. You move and try to get comfortable, the overwhelming feeling of your full bladder making it impossible. You sigh loudly, hoping someone will come to investigate. When a minute passes with nobody in sight, you do it again, this time louder. Still nothing. Determined, you instead start to kick the wall next to you to make as much noise as possible.

"By the maker, why do you find it necessary to keep making that incessant noise?" A man in black robes enters the room, his hood only allowing you to see his golden eyes peering at you with an unreadable emotion. He doesn't need to remove the hood for you to know who it is. This is Lord Kenobi, one of, if not the most efficient Sith Lord.

"Well, isn't it nice of you to join me? I was starting to get lonely." You grin as you stand and walk to the bars. "You almost had me convinced you wouldn't come back."

"Is this why you insist on being so loud? You're bored?" Lord Kenobi steps closer, coming to a stop a few feet in front of the bars.

"No, but the company is nice. I do appreciate it, Kenoboy." You grin, having a bit of fun with the situation you were so rudely forced into.

"You will address me as Lord Kenobi. You don't want to know what I'm like when I'm angry, do you, dear?" He steps in closer, his voice almost at a growl. "Now tell me, why are you causing such a ruckus?"

"If I'm being honest, Lord Kenobi, I need to use the bathroom."

His face contorts into a mixture of amusement and great annoyance as he takes a moment to rub his temples before responding. "You did all of that just to tell me you need the bathroom? Well darling, I'm sorry to tell you that I have no reason to give you what you need, seeing as you have yet to work with me so much as once while onboard this ship. You will be staying right here until you tell me what I want to know."

You knit your eyebrows as your lips form a pout, crossing your arms across your chest in protest. "With all due respect Lord, I am this close to pissing myself all over your floor. It's either you let me use a toilet around here, or you have to clean the floor of this cell."

"So help me maker," he grumbles under his breath while considering the options. "How do I trust that you won't try to escape if I open up this door?"

"Lord Kenobi you can stand outside of the door if you really need to, I just have to pee. I can't even think about an escape plan right now with how bad it is. You wouldn't believe how full my bladder must be-"

"Fine! Fine. I'll take you to a bathroom. Just, for the love of the maker, stop talking." The Sith cuts you off with a quick look of distaste as he punches in a code, unlocking the door. "Get out here."

You step out of the cell, and immediately he grabs onto your arm to ensure you don't run. He starts walking you down a hallway, walking a bit too quickly for you. "Slow down, I'm not that fast!" For a second you swear you can see his mouth twitch into a smile, but as soon as it came it's gone. He stops in front of a door and lets go of you, motioning for the door.

"Don't be long now, I haven't got all day."

Nodding your head you go into the bathroom, letting the door shut behind you, leaving you alone. While in there you consider making an escape, but ultimately decide its too risky. You can't help but think about the man standing in the hallway. You've heard many stories of him before, none of them would have ever indicated that he would let you out of your cell even if it was to avoid a mess on his floor. Maybe it's possible he has a soft spot for you... but that's a thought that you quickly push out of your head. You would never admit it, but the Sith Lord was quite attractive. A small part of you wishes that he wasn't a Sith, that he wasn't your enemy. Previously he was an amazing Jedi Master, with an outstanding reputation. He lost everything, everyone he cared for was taken away from him. You couldn't blame him for turning to the dark side. He had nothing left, nobody to save him from falling into the abyss of darkness when his feelings swallowed him whole. If anything, you felt bad for him.

After washing your hands you fix your hair in the mirror then push the door open to make your exit. Obi Wan is leaning against a wall opposite to the door, his brows knit in concentration as he’s clearly lost in thought. There’s something about him that keeps you drawn to him. Something about the way his yellow eyes seem to glow through the darkness provided by the hood, or maybe the way his nose crinkles slightly as he thinks to himself. Or perhaps the way the sleeves of his robes almost cover his entire hands, resembling the look of sweater paws as the tips of his fingers curl around the fabric to hold the sleeve. It could be the way that he emits such a mysterious aura, his presence not bringing fear but instead a feeling of comfort. He’s an anomaly to you. He was a man who had been hurt one too many times, he was broken by the cruelty of the world, by the tragedies the universe made him endure. As hard as you try to dislike him you just can’t. He’s something different entirely to you, someone who needs a little help to be shown the light. He needs a light to lead him through the tunnel.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been staring, but apparently it was too long as Obi Wan turns his head towards you and quirks an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for the staring type.”

You feel your face burn in embarrassment at getting caught as you shift your weight from one leg to another. “My apologies, Lord Kenobi. So I guess it’s back to the cell with me, huh?” You tried so hard to not sound disappointed, but when you see the Sith Lord’s eyes soften and a soft smile etches onto his face you know you definitely failed.

“I’ve never met someone quite like you, (y/n). There’s something about you, something... special. I just can’t put my finger on it.”

He begins walking in the direction you came from, only stopping a few steps in to make sure you’re following. The walk back to the holding cell is silent, allowing your mind to wander as your steps fall in sync with the mans own. The Sith comes to a stop in front of the cell, turning to look at you.

“If you’d like, I can show you something I think you’d enjoy.”

You tilt your head in confusion but nod, happy that you won’t be locked back up. He moves his hand to the small of your back and lightly nudges you towards the door he had came in through when you were kicking the wall. You make your way over and he opens the door, allowing you to enter before him before he once again places his hand where it was before, a usually sweet gesture but you know it was his way of making sure you don’t bolt. He brings you to a large window, a view of the planets in a position you’ve never truly looked at before showing. You walk to the glass and look at the beautiful scene in front of you, appreciating the wonders of the universe as they lay right in front of you.

“It’s wonderful,” you speak softly, turning to smile at your captor. “I’ve never truly appreciated the view like this.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he moves his hands to remove the hood that had been hiding his face in the shadows. You knew he was attractive before, but not this attractive. Behind him you can see where your ship is being kept, and you see that the area is currently unguarded. You turn your attention back to Obi Wan and reach out your hand to adjust a strand of hair that had fallen into his face.

“You’re beautiful, as well.” This time it’s his turn to be shy. He slowly brings his hand to your cheek, brushing it with his thumb as his eyes show a tenderness they haven’t shown in years.

“I could say the same for you, my dear,” he steps closer to you, letting his guard down as he takes in your appearance like he hadn’t before, a look of admiration on his face.

You take this chance to lean in closer to him, your lips hovering inches apart from his as you silently reach your hand to where he had your lightsaber clipped to his belt.

“Sorry about this,” you quickly grab your weapon and use the force to push him backwards into a wall while his guard is down, “but I have a droid waiting for me. I gotta get back home.”

You sprint to your ship, knowing he would be following within seconds. You hop inside and start up the engines, stopping only to look back at the man who was watching completely stunned. You feel bad for tricking him, but you know you need to get back to Coruscant. “I wish I could stay, but you know how the Jedi business is. I trust this won’t be the last time I see you, Lord Kenobi. Until next time.”

Shifting into hyperdrive you zoom out of the ship and out of range from its many weapons it could have used to shoot you down. You exhale and take a moment to gather your composure once you reach safety and can slow down. You successfully escaped Sith Lord Obi Wan Kenobi, but something tells you next time you won’t be so lucky.

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lo-55 · 3 years

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Tilt The Hourglass Ch. 7

Maul had been many things in his life.

Student, Assassin, Sith- hopeful, Madman, Crime Lord, Ruler of Mandalore.

Now he could add corporate spy to that list.

Joy.

Maul found Kenobi and Si Treemba sitting together in the battered mess hall that the Monument was equipped with, each with something suitable for their species. Zabrak were technically omnivorous, but his particular brand had an affinity for meat. They were hunters first and foremost. They both had their heads down, and Si Treemba’s green skin was pale with his anxiety and disappointment. A plate of dactyl and fungus sat in front of him.

Maul sat next to the pair, and scarred the life out of the both of them. He caught the elbow Kenobi threw at his face with ease. He peered at the jedi, unimpressed.

“You look like someone pissed in your moof juice,” he said before Kenobi could do something silly like apologize. That didn’t stop the little jedi from looking contrite.

“We had no luck. Did you?”

Maul lifted his shoulder. “I found the thermocoms, in a vat of lubricant. So they’ve been recovered but there’s no way to tell who took them. Fingerprints and DNA would have been wiped away. The hutt’s are on a rampage, too. They’re ready to kill someone.”

“I see,” Kenobi’s shoulders slumped. “If only…”

“Mmmm?” Maul prompted him while he stole Kenobi’s dinner out from under him. The boy was so sad he didn’t even fight him. Or maybe Kenobi was just a push over right now.

He looked guilty of something too.

“It was just a thought I had. When Jemba was threatening everyone. Why didn't Master Jinn just use his lightsaber to cut him down? He’s a cruel person and a criminal, and he won’t stop hurting people. Master Jinn could have stopped it, but he chose not to. I just wonder why.”

Maul paused, his stolen dinner halfway to his mouth.

It was disconcerting to realize that Kenobi had had the same thought that he’d had.

It seemed like every time they interacted like this Maul was thrown off course. Kenobi was not chosen by Jinn. Kenobi was willing to kill someone just like that, however he might justify it.

Kenobi mis-read his expression, because the little jedi sunk lower in his chair.

“I suppose that’s not the jedi way, but we’re supposed to defend the defenseless and seek justice in all things.”

Maul mentally gagged. Familiar anger bubbled up under his skin, beneath the scars that Sidious had left on him. If the jedi had found him they wouldn’t have helped. He was too dark, wasn’t he? Too tainted. At best they would have sent him Dathomir to be a slave to the Nightsisters. He had been defenseless and they had never defended him. No one had.

“There is no justice in this galaxy,” Maul told Kenobi darkly, his yellow eyes burning. “Not unless you make it yourself.”

Kenobi looked startled at him, but Maul didn’t pay him any mind. He shoved food in his mouth.

Si Treemba watched him eat, his eyes on the salt resting on the table. That was right. It was a rather horrible drug to them, wasn’t it?

Maul paused.

Maybe he should just poison the hutts and he could convince Jango to leave this job early and go find his brothers? Hutt’s were hardy, but Maul was creative. Starship fuel would do it, right? And he could certainly make it look like an accident…

“You know,” Kenobi said suddenly, “there‘s one think I don‘t understand. Jemba puts on a good show. But I sense he‘s afraid of Clat‘Ha and the Arconans. And the mandalorian too.”

“Jango,” Maul corrected, “Jango Fett. He would be a fool not to fear him. Mandalorians are powerful warriors, capable of going toe to toe with jedi. Don’t they teach you history in that fancy temple of yours?”

Kenobi made a face at him while Si Treemba swallowed a mouthful of dactyl and fungi.

“We think you‘re right, Obi-Wan. He fears us. Even though it is not our intent, he knows we will destroy him one day.”

“How is that?” Obi-Wan asked.

“In Offworld mining, the chiefs and overseers make fortunes, while the common workers make nothing. Many of them are slaves. But at Arcona Mineral Harvest, we have no chieftains, no overseers. Each worker shares in the profits. This did not bother Offworld until Clat‘Ha began to expand our operations. So she contacts the better workers at Offworld. If they are slaves, she offers to buy them and set them free if they will work for us. If they have signed work contracts, she offers to buy the contracts. Now she has the support of a mandalorian and she is more a force than before.”

“That sounds fair,” Obi-Wan said.

“It is fair,” Si Treemba agreed. “That is exactly why Jemba fears us. Many good workers wish to join us, only the bad will stay at Offworld.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan said, touching his chin in a familiar gesture. “So in a few years, Jemba will have only chiefs with no one to boss around. He‘d hate that.”

Si Treemba grinned, then turned serious. “But Jemba has stalled us. He has raised the price on labor contracts and slaves. We can no longer afford to hire Offworld workers.”

Maul quietly filed that information away. He had no love of slavers, and freed slaves were loyal to a fault. He could use that to his advantage.

(Maul ignored the little voice that was starting to sound annoyingly like Tano, or perhaps Ezra, that pointed out that he had been little better than Sidious’ slave once. He was a darksider, he didn’t need weaknesses like sympathy.)

“It’s no surprise. Hutt’s run the crime empire in the outer rim. Of course they’ll use glorified slave labor for legitimate businesses too. Does Jango know all this?”

Si Treemba shrugged. “We thought you would know. He is your guardian, isn’t he?”

Maul curled his lip. “I need no guardian, and I am no Mandalorian.”

“Ah. We are sorry. We had heard that Mandalorians were fond of children.”

“I’m not a child,” he snapped irritably. “But you are not wrong. They’ll adopt anything that moves if given the change.”

“I heard Mandalorians were killers for hire, a violent race that tried to conquer the galaxy,” Kenobi said quietly.

Maul snorted. He wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Mandalorian isn’t a race. It’s a creed. Anyone who swears the Resol'nare is Mandalorian. I haven’t, and he hasn’t adopted me, so I’m not a mandalorian.”

“You are a simple zabrak?” Si Treemba said dubiously.

Maul flashed him his sharp, gap toothed grin.

“Not hardly. I am a-” dark sider, crime lord, warrior, assassin, “Nightbrother.”

Si Treemba grimaced. “You should keep yourself hidden from the Hutts then, Maul. We understand that Nightbrothers are very prized on the black market.”

Kenobi looked ill. He pushed the rest of his plate towards Maul, who had no qualms finishing the bird. Perfectly at ease, he kept talking while he ripped the flesh apart with his sharp teeth. He was still getting used to the feeling of his eye-tooth being missing. Zabrak had a few extra teeth than humans, but his hadn’t even started to come back in, leaving a fleshing gap in his mouth that he kept worrying with the tip of his tongue. It tasted faintly like blood even though it had stopped bleeding some time ago.

“I’m aware. The Nightsisters breed us to be strong and resilient, among other things,” Savage hadn’t enjoyed telling him about their homeland, but Maul had learned on his own. He learned much on his own after the rise of the Empire, about the sith and the Nightsisters both. Some of it was useful. Most of it would have had Kenobi pale and puking if he knew what his people were capable of. “Slavers from Rattatak tried to steal me once, for a warlord there,” he added idly.

“And you escaped?!” Si Treemba stared at him in shock. “We know Rattatak is a dangerous place. They have gladiator tournaments and many civil wars.”

“It wasn’t that hard. There was only a small force, and I was not alone for it.”

Maul looked down at the bones on the plate. Wasn’t Ventress on Rattatak now? Or if she wasn’t she would be soon. Maul wasn’t even certain she’d been born yet. Or would be, if he arrived on Dathomir before she was born. He could not promise the survival of all the Nightsisters if his brothers were not in top shape. Talzin may or may not have been his mother, but he would not allow harm to his brothers go unpunished.

How much would that change? How involved in the galactic plan had Ventress been a part of? She had briefly ruled Rattatak, before being made an apprentice to Dooku, who was in turn an apprentice to Sidious. Had that happened yet? Was Dooku still a jedi master?

Time travel was just one headache after the other.

“Still. We think it is very impressive. There are many brave people on this ship,” Si Treemba said with a small smile. Kenobi returned it weakly. Maul tried not to roll his eyes.

Si Treemba was far too easily impressed.

Kenobi too. Shouldn’t the jedi have prepared him better for this?

In fact, shouldn’t the jedi have sent him with an actual guardian, instead of on his own? Jinn certainly didn’t count. The man was much more useless than Maul had initially thought. He’d respected him for his fighting prowess, and for raising a jedi as good at fighting as Kenobi was, but how much credit did Jinn actually deserve, if Kenobi was here on his own?

“We should tell the others that you found the thermocoms,” Kenobi suggested.

“I already told Jango.”

He’d looked exasperated by Maul going off and doing investigating on his own, but hadn’t scolded him in front of Clat’Ha and Jinn. Even if he had, he wasn’t Maul’s father. Maul owed him a small debt, but that was all.

That was all.

“Oh.”

Maul eyed Kenobi speculatively. “Why aren’t you training to become a knight?” he asked suddenly, the question that had been bothering him for hours. Surely nothing Maul had done would change Kenobi’s life up until this point. Which meant that his Kenobi, the one he’d fought for decades, had had this happen to him too. He’d been sent away from the temple. He’d been assigned a farming job. And somehow he had returned to the temple, made a master out of Jinn, and become a powerful duelist as well.

Kenobi jerked back like Maul had come at him with a knife instead of a simple question. Maul could taste Kenobi’s disappointment, fear, and insecurity. And there, at the center of it all, was anger. Maul had gotten him angry before. Enraged over the death of his loved ones. This was a different kind of anger.

Maul carefully prodded at Kenobi’s mental shields. They weren’t as strong as they would be in the future, and Maul had to be mindful. His own shields were still ragged and being built back up, but he would need more time to get them back in shape.

Maul hid a grin. Kenobi looked away from him, down at the table, and fiddled with his sleeve cuffs.

“I would rather not talk about it,” he said quietly. “The temple decided that I wasn’t fit for- for the role of a knight. That I would be better suited to serve in other ways.”

“As a farmer.” Maul said dubiously.

“Yes,” the word came out sour on his tongue, “The agricorps are an important, honorable way to serve the galaxy.”

Kenobi’s declaration sounded utterly hollow. Maul propped his chin on his hand and his elbow on the table with a ‘thump’.

“Nearly everyone needs food to live,” Maul conceded. “But you don’t want to be a farmer, do you little jedi?”

Kenobi shook his head miserably.

“No.”

Maul watched Kenobi squeeze his eyes shut, his face flushing under his freckles, before he drew his shoulders back and sat up straighter. His expression smoothed, at least a little. He hadn’t perfected his sabacc face yet.

“But it was decided by people wiser than I am. And it was my own fault so-”

“So here you are.”

“So here I am.”

Si Treemba, who had been watching the pair quietly, piped up. “We are glad you are here, Obi Wan. We are proud to be your friend.”

That, at least, got a smile out of Kenobi.

“Thank you, Si Treemba. And thank you too, Maul.” He must had seen Maul’s confusion. “For helping us. You didn’t have to.”

Maul huffed at him. “Of course I didn’t have to. But I’m stuck on this ship with the rest of you. If war breaks out it might be inconvenient.”

The pair looked at eachother, then at Maul, and started laughing quietly.

Maul stared at them blankly.

He hadn’t been joking!

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Maul really needed to find a place that was private, where he wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone.

He was getting tired of only having a blaster and a knife. He wanted his lightsaber back, and unlike jedi he didn’t need to waste his time exploring some overglorified ice cave to get one. He could make his own crystals, and he had his whole life.

His original crystal, the very first one he’d ever made, had been made from necessity. He’d been sent to kill a reclusive jedi master, Siolo Ur Manka. He hadn’t been able to, and when he was forced to flee he drew upon a design he’d found in his masters sith holocron. A blue print left from the weapon of Darth Zannah, Bane’s apprentice and an unbeatable combatant.

It took him four days to properly craft the crystals, two for each one. He had entered a deep meditation, one that almost killed him with dehydration. He’d been sustained by the darkside and his own feelings. In the end he had used the trick of the second blade to run Manka through.

That lightsaber had served him well until he’d lost it after his duel with Sidious on Mandalore. Now, surrounded by hostility and in the presence of jedi, he felt its absence much more acutely than he had on Orsis. It’s weight had always been a comfort on his hip. Even in those years lost to madness he had kept it with him in a box in his scrap cave.

He wished, sometimes, that he had taken Sidious up on his offer to name it.

“It, like myself, is nothing more than a tool in your fist. It is undeserving of the honor of a name. Let it be nothing more than what it is. An instrument of murder, and nameless.”

Still true. Maul was an instrument for murder, an accumulator of power, but it was under his own authority now. Not Sidious’.

His name was his own, whether his mother had given it to him or Sidious had bestowed it upon him, he took it and made it his.

Maul.

Now, years later, Maul had learned how to make a lightsaber crystal in less time than two days. He only needed half of a day to make one now, and a furnace to provide heat to the raw materials.

Those materials, raw minerals and stones, were easy to find on a mining ship. A furnace would be easy too, for the same reason. Miner’s kept small ones with them for any number of reasons, and ships themselves usually had very hot engine’s he could utilize.

The problem came with the face that Maul couldn’t find a moment of peace.

A strange thing for a darksider to seek. Sith did not seek peace, but Maul required privacy at the very least to do this, or he would out himself to both jedi and Fett as well.

He was not interested in that at all. Too many complications.

Anything he needed to build the ‘saber itself was on the ship too. He’d made a small bag of pieces he could use. Spare pieces of mining equipment, ship parts, bits of weapons he’d taken the liberty of removing from the whiphids, would all come together to make a perfectly functional lightsaber.

While Maul wouldn't be able to conceal his saber in a cane anymore, Jarrus and Ezra were wonderfully creative. When Maul had had his fake legs he’d kept his saber in one of them for a time, before he was old enough to warrant a cane.

Now neither of those were options.

Maul ended up patted Jango on the shoulder at breakfast.

“I’m going to go sit in the vents,” he said, the truth. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Jango narrowed his eyes at Maul.

“Are you… okay?”

Maul was fairly certain that he meant mentally or emotionally.

“I’m fine. Don’t wait up.”

Jango caught his shoulder before he could leave completely.

“Maul,” he said, his voice gentling again, “If there’s anything you need, you can tell me. I’ll do my best to help you.”

Maul really didn’t understand him. Maul was no mandalorian, and he really could handle himself, even if Jango didn’t understand that. Jango had no obligation to him. Maul was just some rabid zabrak that had fallen out of a vent and tried to strangle him. He’d known him less than a week, and already he wanted to help him recover his brothers.

He wanted to adopt him for Force sake!

Against his will Maul felt some tension bleed out of him. Jango was genuinely concerned, but also amused. Others might not have given him the same freedom that Jango did. But Mandalorian children were independent too, if not as independent as Maul was. He’d been self reliant for so long.

“I am fine. It isn’t something to worry about…. Well. The Jedi might worry about it,” he admitted, tilting his head.

Jango’s mouth twitched towards a smile. “Don’t get into any trouble you can’t get out of.”

Maul snorted at him.

“Give me some credit,” he chided.

Jango patted his head, mindful of his horns. “Of course. You could take the whole Galaxy by storm if you set your mind to it, couldn't you?”

Maul was aware he was teasing. That didn’t stop the vicious grin from curling on his face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he said again, and left Jango in their shared room. The man was reluctant to eat outside of it, or remove his helmet anywhere on the ship. Maul doubted he was one of the more hardcore Mandalorian’s who never took it off unless in the presence of family, so it must have been healthy caution.

Maul made sure no one else was looking before he crawled into the vents. One good thing about this ship being so dilapidated was it made it easy for a small zabrak to get around unseen.

He made his way to the engine room.

The engineers were keeping a decent eye on things, but they missed Maul picking his way to the sublight engine. While the hyperdrive was engaged it wouldn’t be used to propel them, but it would still be kept running so it could take over in case they dropped out of hyperspace unexpectedly.

Maul searched until he found the hatch that led to the firing cells. They helped dispurse the heat created by the engine inside, to keep it from melting under the sheer force of fission reaction that happened inside. If they were out of alignment the engine would overheat and explode.

Maul used the Force to keep the heat inside when he pulled the the hatch open, and used it again to guide the particles inside the firing cells. With part of his focus on keeping the raw minerals, small quartz, carbon dust, and simple coal, in the center of the firing cell Maul scampered back into the vents, out of sight.

Then he focused.

Trusting the unrest of the ship to hide his workings from Jinn, and trusting the Kenobi was too caught up in his own turmoil to notice either Maul closed his eyes and focused.

Piece by piece he pulled the pieces together and drew heat around them.

Maul reached into the ocean of his being. Deeper and deeper, past the darkest parts of his being, until he found the harsh center where lava made of rage bubbled lazily. Waiting for his use.

Maul gripped that heat and pulled.

Anger twisted in his grasp and steadily wrapped around the components of his crystal. Layer by layer, he added more of himself and more of his anger. Anger as jedi, for never coming for him, for discarding Kenobi’s potential. Anger at Dooku and Vader for taking his place. Anger at Sidious for a life time of torment and pain.

Anger at himself, for not taking his life into his own hands the first time. For not saving his brother, or Kilindi or Daleen. For failing his men. For failing his own ambitions, and letting himself be struck down by the same man twice.

Maul breathed in, and along with that anger came threads of something else.

Maul had always drawn on his anger and ambition to drive him, but something else seeped into his mind.

Kilindi. Daleen. Savage. Kast. People he had failed once. People he would not fail again.

His hearts twisted hard in his chest. Never again would he allow himself to fail his people. They were his. They belonged to him.

Their lives were his. Their future was his. Their goals and dreams belonged to him. His to ensure, his to defend, his to push them towards.

His.

Slowly, inside the firing cell, the components started to split into two distinct crystals.

Offense and defense. Anger and determination. Vengeance and loyalty.

Sweat beaded across his brow and the heat increased.

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.

Through passion, I gain strength.

Through strength, I gain power.

Through power, I gain victory.

Through victory, my chains are broken.

The Force shall set me free.

Maul poured himself into the firing cell. Each sliver of stone fitted together and sealed with the fires of his being.

Piece by piece.

Maul forced them together, under the head and pressure of his anger and need. A new heat wrapped tightly with the rest as a part of him he’d half forgotten existed cracked open and bled into his crystals.

Gold eyes snapped open and he sucked in a ragged breath.

The engineers had changed. He didn’t know how long he’d been in that fiery state. Maul waved shaking hands at the engineers, who had the sudden idea to go get caf while he stumbled messily into the engine room.

His hands were tremblings.

Maul barely had the energy to open the valve and float his crystals out into his waiting palm. He barely noticed how hot they were when they dropped into his black tattoed hand.

Two crystals. One red, the other scarlet. Just a shade of difference, but enough to catch his eye.

Maul carefully pocketed the two crystals and stumbled back to the vents. He was utterly exhausted, physically and mentally, but he felt more stable to have the stones against his thigh.

Jango came back to the room to find Maul passed out on his bunk, sleeping like the dead. It was the most relaxed he had seen the boy since he’d been nearly comatose on their way to Coruscant.

If it wasn’t for the steady rise and fall of his chest he might have panicked and dragged him to the medical bay.

As it was he settled on the bunk on the other side of their small room and watched the boy rest. He may not know what had happened, but he knew that tension had risen high on the ship today, and he had the inexplicable feeling Maul was responsible for it.

He would have let him sleep, but at that exact moment the ship lurched and alarms sounded, blaring red lights through the room.

They were under attack.

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TCW Rewatch: “Dooku Captured” (S1, E10)

HERE. WE. GO.

So I find it interesting that with the exception of “Destroy Malevolence,” Obi-wan and Anakin are not seen on-screen having missions together until this episode arc. Did the Council separate them on purpose after Ahsoka was assigned to Anakin? Was Obi-wan just too busy running the majority of the GAR? Anyway, it’s good to see them together again. (But it also begs the question, just what has Kenobi been doing this entire time, inquiring minds want to know.)

I love this man.

Also, narrator guy, “last known location” of Anakin??? COME ON, KENOBI PLANNED THIS HE *KNOWS* WHERE ANAKIN IS.

OBI-WAN, YOU JERK

One of the things we never really learned about this plan was why Anakin’s capture had to be “convincing.” Obi-wan infiltrated the ship easily, I’m not sure what throwing Anakin in jail accomplished aside from annoying him which, knowing Obi-wan, may have been the point.

Ah, Dooku! First of all, I love that he’s meditating when Obes and Anakin show up. One could interpret this as a) he sat down to meditate two seconds before the Jedi showed up just to look important or b) he’s still clinging to some of his Jedi-hood. Probably both are correct.

I also love that the writers are SO consistent with how Dooku reacts to Obi-wan versus Anakin, in that Dooku always only addresses Obi-wan and Anakin is a mere afterthought to him. AGHHH, I really, REALLY wish we had more Kenobi-Dooku content because Dooku obviously respects Obes’s abilities, despite his alignment with the Jedi. (LIIIIIINEAAAGGGE).

This time? What happened the last time, Ahsoka??? (Also, poor Rex is so done with all of this and it’s only Season 1.)

Now here’s an interesting shot:

Yes, yes, Anakin is chasing Dooku, oh no, where did he go, but more importantly, the way this shot is framed, Anakin is choosing between one side and another side. As in, Light or Dark, Jedi or Padmé and I think it’s an excellent, subtle piece of foreshadowing (and one we never discover what the ultimate choice was, because at this point, Anakin hasn’t chosen either, but sits continuously, for 7 Seasons and most of a movie, on the threshold as he does right here.)

Obi-wan: “I thought you were following him.” Anakin: “I followed him here.”

KENOBI’S LOOK OF DOUBT HAHAHAHAA

I also love how Dooku is in the middle of a space battle looking like he’s thinking about how he is so not tipping this Uber driver at the end of this trip

So Obes and Anakin crash-land, of course. (”I’ve had better landings” HONESTLY, KENOBI). Interestingly, when Dooku causes the mini-avalanche, Obi-wan runs while Anakin brute-strengths his way out with the Force.

HONDO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

First of all, how did Hondo of all people pickpocket Dooku for his saber? Also, why doesn’t Dooku just annihilate all the pirates? He’s a Sith Lord, ffs, it’s not beyond his capabilities. Which lends further credence to my personal theory that Dooku wasn’t all that far down the Dark Side at this point (which is why he didn’t immediately kill Anakin in the next episode) but as TCW wore on, Dooku fell further down into the Dark.

*COUGHCOUGHCOUGHLINEAGECOUGHCOUGHCOUGH* WHY ARE THEY SO SIMILAR??????? WE WERE ROBBED OF THESE TWO TOGETHER, DAMNIT.

The scene with Obi-wan, Anakin, and the gundark has been giffed to death so I won’t add to it. But Obi-wan futzing with his saber while the gundark gives Anakin the run-around will never *not* be funny. Also, on a deeper level, it shows how much Obi-wan trusts Anakin’s abilities that he is able to tease through this entire scene. If Anakin were truly in mortal peril, Obi-wan wouldn’t be playing like this. Obi-wan is a right bastard when he wants to be and I am HERE for it.

Although I do love how annoyed Ahsoka is with the both of them.

Okay, but when Hondo is trying to extort the Republic - he knows that Dooku is a Sith Lord? How??? And how does Hondo know about the Sith? I mean, we know that despite his eccentricities, Hondo is smart, but with the Sith being hidden so many years, I find it very revealing Hondo had no doubts as to what Dooku is.

Palpatine must be so pissed at Dooku. Also, we never found out how Hondo got to Dooku and that’s something I truly need to know. And it seems a little out of character for him? Why is Dooku so off his game in these episodes?

THAT’S MY QUESTION, TOO, ANAKIN

THIS IS IT, RIGHT HERE. THIS IS CLONE WARS. THIS SHOT. HAHAHAHA.

I will always love this episode for gracing us with the best aggrieved Obi-wan Kenobi scene of all time:

I will laugh FOREVER at this.

Ah, and of course, this is the beginning of the illustrious Ohnaka/Kenobi friendship, a bond that lasted the test of time. I do so love Hondo.

Ah, next episode is the quality Dooku-Obi-wan content I am always here for! Plus! New Clone Wars later tonight! Maybe we’ll get an Obi-wan sighting! :D

#hello there #legobiwan rewatches tcw #so maybe i'll finish this project by may 4?#ha!#maybe not #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #count dooku #hondo ohnaka #I WANT MORE DOOKU OBI WAN CONTENT I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE IT MYSELF

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