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phoenixkaptain · 1 year

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I love it when pre Original Trilogy era shows how much effort went into making the Death Star. It took decades, literal decades, and it took so much money and so many people and it was such a secretive thing and it’s staffed by millions because it’s the size of a small moon.

I cannot express how much all of the added information makes it so much funnier that Luke blew it up.

Luke destroys literally everything Palpatine built. He blows up the Death Star, which was referenced in universe as early as the second movie. He blew up the weapon of mass destruction twenty years in the making. And he blew it up pretty much directly after it’s first and only successful attack. It was operational for fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes that Palpatine had the thing he’d been building for longer than Luke has been alive, and Luke blows it up. First day retirement, but first hour retirement.

Luke convinces Darth Vader to turn back to the light side, a feat thought literally impossible by literally everybody. Sidious clearly doesn’t see Vader’s betrayal coming. Vader’s betrayal was not in his plans, nor was it something he was prepared for. Sidious is a powerful Force user with all four limbs while Vader is a man in the tin can Palpatine put him in. If Palpatine had seen Vader turning coming, he would not have allowed it to happen.

Luke literally should not even be alive. Palpatine almost definitely got Padme out of the way on purpose, and he almost certainly was trying for her unborn child as well (there was way too big of a risk that a cute liddol bebe would bring some humanity back to Anakin, and Palpatine did not want Anakin to have any humanity) Luke living is literally the first step in Palpatine’s ultimate downfall, especially once Vader finds out that Luke is his son. His very alive son. His son that is not dead, despite Palpatine claiming Anakin killed Padme. Implying that Anakin killed Padme and she posthumously gave birth. But, she didn’t give birth on Mustafar, which was the last place Anakin interacted with her. And once the mother dies, you have to get those fuckers out fast or they die too.

I imagine Darth Vader piecing all of this together is that meme with all the math floating around his head, because how could Padme have died by his hand and then given birth like two hours later?

Luke killing Palpatine is what ultimately leads to the dissolution of the Empire as an omnipotent entity. Luke killed the Empire. Luke spends a good amount of his adult life killing Empire remnants. We see that in the Mandalorian, since he’s so recognizable that Gideon immediately knows he’s fucked just by seeing an X-wing. We read it in Legends’ continuity, where Luke terrifies Imperials because he can walk into their changing room and stand in their for a minute and they don’t even notice.

Luke destroyed Palpatine’s life’s work. Everything Palpatine spent his whole life working towards, and Luke kills all of it. He blows up not one, but two Death Stars (he may not have pulled the trigger on the second Death Star, but without him, it never would have been destroyed). He convinces not one, but multiple Sith and Dark Jedi to return from the Dark Side. He is the only reason that Obi-Wan Kenobi, the biggest pain in Palpatine’s ass ever born, lives long enough to make it to the Death Star.

Palpatine went through so much effort. And just when he had finally won, when he finally had a weapon capable of destroying entire planets with a single blast, making it impossible for any planets or peoples to go against him, Luke shows up nineteen years late to the Jedi party with space Starbucks and a droid twice his age and almost singlehandedly destroys everything Palpatine ever had a hand in creating.

Luke manages to become even worse than Obi-Wan Kenobi, the ultimate thorn in the side of politicians, and Luke doesn’t even understand any politics. He wasn’t trained in diplomacy like Obi-Wan and Leia, no, he’s a farmboy who left home for the first time in his entire life, just this morning. And he is the one to destroy the Empire.

If they rewrote Star Wars and had it entirely from Palpatine’s perspective, Luke Skywalker would be his greatest foe. Luke Skywalker would be the final boss. Luke Skywalker is the antithesis of everything Palpatine believes in and he is the one character that Palpatine cannot predict. He isn’t as moldable as Anakin, he doesn’t respond to threats very well, he’s apparently impossible to kill via Force lightning (still the funniest scene of all times, the progression of Palpatine’s face falling and him looking like “what the fuck??? Is this kid rubber??? I’ve electrocuted him eight times???”), his unwavering faith in his father’s goodness makes Darth Vader want to be a better person, Luke Skywalker is the big bad of Palpatine’s story and—

There is nothing in this world that is funnier than someone’s biggest antagonist being Luke fucking Skywalker. Luke Skywalker, who saved the galaxy with the power of love and who shouldn’t exist, by Jedi rules and by Palpatine’s own attempts, and whose best friends are literally droids, which Palpatine canonically hates!

Everything about this is hilarious, this is the funniest thing in all of media, Palpatine loses absolutely everything to some backwater farmboy who fucking likes droids.

#luke skywalker #star wars #anakin skywalker #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #original trilogy #the inane ramblings of a madman #listen i recognize that other people are important in the plot of sw #but at the same time #luke is the marble that gets things rolling #just in general #luke is the reason obi wan eventually actually kills maul #luke somehow gave yoda hope that another generation of jedi was an achievable goal #luke saved leia from being executed #luke is the sun of the series #it’s from him that literally everything grows #the story that began this universe #is one of a boy becoming an adult #and so without luke skywalker #none of the characters would exist #thus luke is the sun and we should all bask in the rays #but also in how funny it is #that this guy was more of a pain than obi wan kenobi #a feat previously thought impossible #long post

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xzaddyzanakinx · 2 months

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part One: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin loves you so much it hurts, he just really wants to make sure your silly little girl brain doesn’t get in the way of your safety, you have a cat, Anakin is a bartender [diary entries from Ani’s perspective] MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: May 2nd

The Cerulean was filled with loud music, flashing lights, and the stench of sweaty guys and spilt beer. Over-kill perfume on the girls who so desperately wanted my attention, writing their numbers on their drink coasters after finishing their stupid little cocktail. The occasional ‘break it up guys, c’mon’ yelled out at a pair of ‘roided up college boys. Peanut shells stuck to my sneakers at the end of the night, going home and washing off the stickiness from working behind the bar.

All things I was used to.

But you… not you. Every time I caught a glimpse of you tonight it was like the first time all over again.

Pink, skirt, sneakers, crop top. Such a cute little outfit; it made you easy to spot, easy to track, easy to watch over.

I have your drink order memorized. I so hoped you’d come back for another so I could hear your voice, to see your pretty little lips move just for me again. But you didn’t. Because you’re a smart girl. You knew that without a man around to look out for you, you’d be pretty hopeless if you got too tipsy. It only made me want to protect you more. You’re too soft, too sweet, too innocent to worry about the big nasty world around you.

That’s my job now.

I’ll always keep you safe, but I also want to keep you happy. You deserve the world and more, and I’ll give it to you.

I’d destroy the earth to build it up again in your design. I’d live for you, serve you, die for you, at any moment you might ask. Just say the word and I will. I promise I will.

Note: Motion sensors

Date:

May 23rd

Anakin walked a safe distance behind you, his hands in his hoodie pocket, his hood up and head down. It was dark out, the only light was from the street lamps.

Sometimes when he walked you home he just wanted to run up and grab you by the shoulders and shake you; ask you to please for once just pay attention to your surroundings.

You walked around with your headphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. Yeah it was a straight shot to your apartment from the bar. Only having to cross the road once during the mile long journey down the sidewalk. But a mile was a good stretch of space and there were plenty of people who passed you. A handful of creepy, unlit alleyways you could be dragged into.

You were practically asking for it.

He just had to remind himself that this was just another reason you were so lucky to have him. He’d watch over you, so you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head about nothin’.

Anakin stood by the corner store dumpster and watched as you trotted up the steps and tapped the door code into the keypad of your apartment building. After the door shut behind you and he saw the keypad flash red, he knew you were safely locked inside.

It took approximately one minute and 14 seconds for you to jog up the steps to your door, depending on how tired you were he could add a few seconds and not worry. But anything over 20 seconds had him sweating in a panic.

Tonight though you were right on time, his phone pinged with an alert that your door had been opened, and successfully shut behind you. Now he could breathe a sigh of relief and make his way back to work.

His boss was kind enough to never question why he skipped out for about 20 minutes a night or two a week. Anakin smoked, it wasn’t unlikely to assume he just got a little distracted scrolling on his phone during his smoke break or maybe just needed a few minutes of peace.

Now all he had to do was suffer through three more hours of monotonous work and try not get a head start on his hearing loss from the shitty music.

Then he could go home to you.

The cloak of stress he wore when you were out of sight vanished quickly when he perched on the fire escape and peered into your living room. Poor thing. You’d fallen asleep on the couch again.

Not that he minded. It made his night that much better when he could sit closer to you. It was a pain to climb the ladder of the building next door and sit on the rooftop so he could see into your bedroom window. Very inconvenient, but worth it everytime.

He sat quietly, observing you and the way your lips twitched while you slept, as though you were having a conversation with someone in your dreams. Probably him, he thought.

“Oh, your blanket… you’re gonna be cold if you keep squirming around like that, your blanket is gonna end up in the floor.”

His fingers itched to pry open the window and tuck you back in, but he didn’t. He promised himself he wouldn’t do that. No breaking and entering.

He decided it was time to head back to his own home after that, he couldn’t stay much longer without: a) falling asleep b) forcing his way into your apartment for the sake of keeping you warm.

So he trekked to the sidewalk, wiping off the rust stains on his palms from the old metal fire escape. Shoving his hands back into his hoodie pocket after blowing you a goodnight kiss.

Diary Entry: June 6th

You owe me big time young lady.

You left your door unlocked and your window cracked open. It is 3:00am, what if someone snuck in? Then what would I do?

Die probably. I’d probably die if something happened to you.

Therefore, I bit the bullet and helped you out. I’m lucky you’re a heavy sleeper and I’m not easy to startle or else we both would’ve had a big scare tonight.

I cracked open your window, slipped in quietly, lowered it behind me, locked it. Double checked it and then triple checked it just in case.

When I turned around- christ that fucking cat. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. Guard dog? Who needs a guard dog when you’ve got that monster running around?

A quick blur of orange and a loud *reeeareow* was the only warning before it- sorry, Boogie, climbed up my leg with her little pitchfork claws. I handled it well, you’d be proud. I picked her up by the scruff and gave her a light bop on the noggin’ just like you do when she’s in trouble; except I didn’t kiss it better afterwards, I think she would’ve eaten me if I tried that.

Any-who, I carried her with me to the kitchen and got her a little treat from the cutesy kitten jar on the countertop. Then she decided we could be friends or well… maybe or maybe not I don’t really know, I guess we’ll see.

I plucked your spare key from the top of the fridge and quietly left your apartment. I locked the door and checked it several times, just in case.

As I walked down the steps I saw that the super was kind enough to leave a reminder that the keypad code had been changed, how nice of him! You are awfully forgetful sometimes. No worries princess I took a picture for safe keeping.

I need to change the batteries on or door sensors soon anyway, those little button batteries don’t last very long you know.

It was only when I got home that I realized I still had your spare key… tsk tsk Anakin. Ah well, that just means it won’t fall into the hands of someone it shouldn’t. I’ll keep it safe.

I love you 🖤

Diary Entry: June 7th

You know, come to think of it. Now that I have a key I should get a few new items for your apartment, that way I can keep an eye on things for you while you’re away.

Note: Hd1080p microcam x4

There will be a bot to go along with this series! This is really short compared to my usual posts: I just wanted to give all my little lovelies a snippet of what’s to come.

Part Two

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daughterofthequeen · 7 months

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Things Aren’t Always What They Seem and Sometimes They Are

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x padawan!reader

Summary: You’re Anakin’s padawan and after your master has a close call you develop nightmares of his death. Every time you close your eyes you see it, so you decided staying awake is the best way to keep your mind at ease and keep your master safe.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, platonic relationship, crying, nightmares, reader uses she/her pronouns, small mention of blood, reader has at least shoulder length hair, description of throwing up, description of death, light description of head being cut off, detailing insomnia, I made my own cw battle, I think that’s it let me know if I missed anything

A/N: I just needed this. Either Anakin can be used, but both Anakin’s are the same to me. Also readers nickname is stub btw due to her stubborn nature(gimme Ik). In this storyline Ahsoka is Kenobi’s padawan, but Anakin still uses Snips for Ahsoka since they’re still always around each other due to Ahsoka being readers best friend and Kenobi also always being around. This is also longer than I planned, sorry.

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

This is not happening. This is not happening! It’s impossible, he’s survived far worse than this, right? A building exploding with him still inside it was a piece of cake when it came to my master. So why isn’t he answering his comm, and why can’t I feel him?! His force signature is gone!

He’s dead.

That’s why I can’t feel him. Everything around me was basically nonexistent to me, all I could focus on was the rubble in front of me that had my master trapped. He couldn’t be dead, he just couldn’t be, and I refuse to believe that he is. I wanted to go search for him, to help get him out of there because he needs me, but I couldn’t move and all I could hear was my heart beating loudly in my ears. Until a louder noise snapped me out of it.

“COMMANDER!!!” Rex yelled as he grasped me by my shoulders and was roughly shaking me, which snapped me out of my shock. “Commander the tank lifters are here to remove the debris.”

“Hurry, Rex.” After Rex leaves to go give the orders I turn back to the rubble as I tried to dig deeper into the force to try and sense my master’s force signature. I came up empty handed until I felt a pull towards the other side of the destroyed building. I followed it until I heard a voice. Dooku. I know that slimy voice from anywhere. I hurriedly hid behind a large rock, that I could tell used to be a wall, as I listened to Dooku’s conversation.

“And you’ve found nothing?” Dooku voiced to a battle droid.

“Nothing. We’ve looked everywhere.”

“Hmm” Dooku wasn’t so sure, Skywalker wasn’t easily terminated, how ironic it would be for him to be taken out by a simple explosion. He closed his eyes to focus on any life signature, but the only ones he found were weak and they were all similar in some way, confirming they were just feeble clones. And he was about to call this a success until he felt a stronger force signature, and it wasn’t under the rubble, definitely a Jedi. Dooku opened his eyes and looked to his right, looking straight at the stone you were hiding behind, but before he could act his holoprojector went off. “Yes master?”

“Return to your castle, I have more important matters for you to tend to.” A blue tented hooded figure spoke.“Now.” The hooded figure quickly added sensing the hesitation his apprentice gave off.

“Yes, master.” The holoprojector cut off and Dooku called for all the battle droids to fall back, and they left taking their victory. And their victory? The termination of Anakin Skywalker.

I quickly ducked behind the destroyed wall before Dooku could see me, even though I was certain he could feel me. But to my luck he was called away, I waited for the last separatist ship to fly away and that’s when I left my hiding spot. I started looking around the same area Dooku was to try to find any sign of my master, but there was none. A sickly feeling washed over me, I was close to letting the breakfast I had this morning back up, but was able to keep it down. Though I couldn’t stop my eyes from welling up with tears.

“Master?” I whispered fearfully, my voice not able to speak any louder without cracking.

“Master.” I said a little louder, as the tears started rolling over at this point.

“MASTER! WHERE ARE YOU??!!!” I finally screamed, the tears are now unstoppable and so were the sobs. The cries broke free. I was sobbing uncontrollably, and soon found that my legs were not able to hold my weight anymore as I dropped to my knees. The pain from the rubble that was made up of stone and metal went unnoticed. Bracing my hands against the ground to keep myself up and grounded as much as I could. I started pleading to the force to give Anakin a few more strings of luck, so he could make it out of this alive. So caught up in my own pain, I didn’t even hear the stones moving to my far left, let alone the foot steps.

After Anakin no longer felt Dooku’s presence and when he was sure he wasn’t coming back he used the force to move the destroyed stones that were surrounding him and some of his troops away from them. And they started climbing their way out from the rubble. After he made it out and helped some of his men out as well he looked around making sure there was no danger as he was catching his breath. When he looked to his right, he spotted his padawan. His padawan who‘s supposed to be on the other side of the explosion sight. What is she doing here?! Dooku and his droids could’ve seen her and he wouldn’t of been able to get out from under the rubble in time. It’s like she does the complete opposite of what he says, to stress him out on purpose. He sighed and started his walk over to his padawan, and when he did he seen and heard the predicament she was in. She was crying? Why is she crying? He wondered if she was injured. She was clutching her hands to her chest, which made him worry even more. He hurried to her side, and as he dropped down next to her, he grasped her shoulders, turning her towards him to look her over.

“What is it? Where are you hurt?” Anakin’s heart was racing at this point as he panicked. All he knew is he needed to help her, but his padawan on the other hand had a different reaction upon seeing him. Regardless of his efforts to get her up she wasn’t moving, and she heard nothing he was saying. All she could do was stare. Her master was alive? How? His force signature was gone and that only means one thing. Death. So how was it her master was kneeling in front of her trying to make sure she was okay? For the second time that day she had to be shook harshly to snap her out of her shock. But it still did no good to help her understand what was going on.

“(Y/n)! What’s wrong?” Silence.

“(Y/n), talk to me!”

“Master?” Was all that she could whisper out.

“Where are you hurt? I can’t help if you don’t tell me.

“You’re alive.”

“Wha-? Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The building- I mean you were still inside. Your signature was gone.” Having to explain what she thought happened only brought the tears back, unable to stomach the loss of her master, someone who’s like a father to her, and the closest she would get to having one. The thought of losing him was unbearable, and not to mention against the Jedi code. Attachment was forbidden, and she knew her attachment to Anakin was way more than it should be. She threw herself into him, much to Anakin’s shock. Her face buried in his neck, with her arms wrapped around it as well, as she let the rest of her tears out.

Anakin’s heart broke at the sound of her sobs, they sounded so broken. The original plan was to plant the bombs and get out of there which you were able to do successfully and get to the extraction point unscathed, but the separatists knew about their plan and next thing he knew hundreds of battle droids blocked them in. He was able to keep the ceiling from crushing him and his men around him, and was able to cloak his signature from Dooku. And that meant from everyone else as well, so he could see how that might have scared you. Wrapping his arms around his padawan, he made sure to keep a firm comforting grip, letting her know that he was here and not going anywhere. She cried harder at his promise, she could feel it, he was telling the truth.

𝟺 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛:

It’s been 4 months since the incident, 4 months since I believed my master was dead, 4 months since I’ve had a good nights rest. Ever since the Battle of Aravion I haven’t been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes my darkest fears come to life. So I do my best to stay awake as long as I can. Some would say that’s unhealthy or dangerous with me fighting in a war and all, but I’m doing fine . . . .mostly.

“Hellooo, Coruscant to Stubs.” I hear my master say as he comes into my line of sight, snapping his fingers in front of my face which I turns snaps me out of my daydream. “You with me?”

“Sorry, Master. What were you saying?” Shaking my head to clear and focus my thoughts.

“I said if you don’t focus you’re going to get stunned, and I’m sure you don’t want that to happen, right?”

“No, master. I’m sorry, master.”

“Sorry?” Anakin mumbled to himself, you never say sorry to anyone even when you are, unless it’s in front of the council or something, you show your apologies more so with actions, not words. And there’s usually a snappy comeback by now. What’s going on with you?

“It’s fine, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.” I’ve might’ve said that a little too quickly. Oops.

“Stub, I know you. What’s wrong?” Anakin knows how to get me to crack. It’s just something about his soft voice that makes me feel like he could fix whatever’s going on with me. No matter how big or small. But not this time, my problems will go away on their own. I just hadn’t got the incident through my system is all. After all, part of becoming a Jedi is being able to let go of your personal feelings, and that’s not something that you can’t rely on people for, it’s a matter of you.

“There’s nothing wrong, I was just wondering when our next mission would be. We never stay here at the temple for very long. I guess I’m just a little anxious.”

“Yeah, I was like that too at the beginning of the war, but I just learned to relax whenever I’m given a peaceful moment. It keeps your head clear and it helps keep you balance.”

“I will try.” I took a deep breath as I turned away from my master and walked back to the where the 501 boys were waiting. I got into my starting position, lighting my lightsabers. I had to focus, that was the only way to get Anakin to believe me, so I had to last my usual time or he would know something was definitely up. I gave Rex a nod, letting him know that I was ready. He gave the signal, and for the next three minutes it was going well. Until I was hit in the back, then everything went dark.

BOOM!!!

I groan as I sit myself up. I must’ve been stunned about 5 or 6 times, my body isn’t usually this stiff after waking up due to growing a tolerance. But wait a minute. Stun shots don’t sound like explosions. I quickly stood up to scan my surroundings only to see I was in the middle of a battle field. I must’ve been hit with a blaster shot, but I didn’t feel any pain besides the stiffness. How did we get onto a battle field, we were just in a training room a few minutes ago.

BOOM!!!

I turned towards the front and could see nothing but fog. I lit my saber and started deflecting the blast that were coming my way. Maybe they couldn’t wait on me to wake up. What was the mission again? Wait. My master would never leave me behind, regardless of the mission, unless it was safer somehow. So where is he? I looked around again and heard a groan this time. I turned to my right to see a trooper. I quickly ran to help in any way I could.

“Trooper! Are you ok?!”

“I’m fine as I can be commander.” He groans.

“What battle is this? What was the mission?”

He coughs harshly. So harsh blood comes up. “The plan was to blow the factory. Groan. I suspect the others have made it there already.” He cuts himself off due to coughing more.

“Help will be here soon trooper stay awake.” I tried comforting him as I squeezed his hand. Trying to keep my emotions at bay.

“They knew we were coming. Gasp. We didn’t stand a chance. But you insisted we go on with the plan. General Skywalker agreed, trusting your judgment. Gasp. Half of us were wiped out. You walked us to our death.” All of a sudden the comms in his helmet we’re getting louder. I heard the screams of the troopers in pain. The yells of orders being thrown out by Rex. The explosion that seemed closer than it should’ve been in the comm, like it was right next to that poor trooper that was unlucky enough to get hit. I back down towards the trooper I was comforting only to see he was deadly still. And I knew he was. His eyes were staring straight up towards the sky. Like he embraced the call of death on his life. I heard the sobs and even looked around to see where they were coming from, but they were coming from me. I did this, all this was my fault. This was my mission, the troops were following my orders, I lead them to their deaths knowing it was a trap to begin with. I hurriedly stood up and started running forward. I moves as fast as I could until I could see the building and could hear the explosions more clear. I ran until I got to the front of the lines using my saber to block incoming blasts, and thankfully as always Rex was there.

“Rex!”

“Commander, you’re alright!”

“Yes. Where’s General Skywalker?!” I had to yell for him to be able to hear me over the sounds of battle.

“He went to set the bombs, he should be back by now.”

“I’ll go help!” But I was stopped, a hand gripping my arm.

“The bombs are about to detonate any second!”

“Anakin is still in there!”

“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t let you go in!” After that statement the building collapsed in a fiery blaze. We were far enough away to feel nothing but the strong wind the explosion put off.

“Rex, hurry and get the tank lifters here. I’m going to find Anakin.” And I took off regardless of Rex’s yells. I made it to the blast sight, but upon arrival Dooku and his mindless droids were there. I hid behind a large rock when I was struck with a hard case of deja vu. This has happened before, maybe the first time was just a vision. The force letting me know everything was going to be ok. I peaked around the corner seeing Dooku talking through a holoprojector to a cloaked figure. After their conversation ended, Dooku ordered all the droids to load up and evacuate. After he left I ran to where I was last time waiting for my master to unmask his signature. When he did I hurried to that area and helped with moving the debris that was around them. After getting him and the troops out safely I walked to my master to check and see if he was ok.

“Master, how are you feeling?” I was a lot calmer then last time, a little too calm. But he’s fine maybe for once things will actually go our way.

“I feel fine, but where were you stubs. We could’ve used your help.” He was out of breath, but still managed to be sarcastic. He was fine. I let out a light laugh.

“Come on master, let’s get you back to the transports so we can get you checked for any brain damage. Well, more than usual.” I smirk and turned to walk off, but felt he wasn’t following, so I turned only to see him standing really stiff.

“Master, what’s wrong?” I was so close to him. My hands were on his shoulders just in case he might fall. Suddenly, a red light pierced through my masters chest and would’ve passed through the top of my head if I hadn’t of moved just in time. Only to realize it wasn’t just a light, it was a lightsaber!

“NO!!!”

As my master dropped to the ground Dooku was standing right there over him. The color of his lightsaber reflecting on his wrinkled face. I paid him no attention though, I ran to my master hoping by some miracle he was still breathing. I lifted him up and moved myself behind him, so he could lean on me, hoping it would give him some kind of comfort. But maybe it was just to comfort myself.

“Master! Master, get up! Get up!” I was trying to pull him up, help him stand, so we could get out of here, but the only response my master gave was falling to the side, hitting the ground. “No! Master, get up. No, no, no, no. Let’s go. Please, let’s go.” Rows of heavy tears rolled down my closed eyes as I was sitting on my knees praying that this wouldn’t be true. I grabbed my masters ungloved hand, still warm though it has only been a couple minutes since it happened. It felt like hours. Dooku didn’t even have the courage to give my master a fighting chance. What coward stabs someone in the back, and calls it a honorable victory. Falling forward, I hugged my masters dead body as I sobbed so loud the stars could hear me across galaxies. My voice coming out in squeaks as I try to tell him how sorry I am, how sorry I was of failing him, how I didn’t see Dooku coming, hoping he would believe me, or at least hear me in the afterlife.

“Feeble child.” Hearing his voice only made me angry. I gripped my sabers and ignited them, quickly turning around striking Dooku down where he stood. And of course he was able to keep himself up, all he did was drop to his knees. But what I planned next no one could walk away from. I slowly stood, and walked towards him tauntingly, I wanted him to know what was coming. Before he could even attempt at grabbing his saber, I made sure to cut through his useless hands. I then lifted my sabers, crossing them at his neck as I looked him in the eyes, pulling my sabers apart. The body dropped and I watched as the severed ball rolled in the opposite direction. I looked down and seen a red lightsaber, but it wasn’t Dooku’s. I looked over to my other saber seeing that they were identical. The red I was seeing was coming from my lightsabers, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. And unbeknownst to me, my eyes reflected the damage I’ve done as well. A piercing yellow with red rimings, the eyes of a sith.

I gasped as I quickly sat up, looking around. I was able to slow my heart enough and calm my raging brain to notice I was in my room. How’d I get here? Was everything that just happened a dream? There’s was only one way to find out, find Anakin. Fearfully, I got up and walked out of my room, cautiously but quickly searching for my master, too riled and unfocused to use the force. I walked straight across the hallway to his quarters and knocked. It went unanswered, taking it upon myself to open the door, only to find he wasn’t there. Everything left untouched his messy bed from yesterday still in the same state it was, saying he’ll fix it later. I took off to the training room, still nothing. Then to the cafeteria. Nothing. At this point I was starting to worry. I didn’t want the grand masters to see me like this knowing they would sense my fear and unease, but this was Anakin, I’ll risk it. I went to the council room, also empty. This sickly feeling washed over me, and I ran to the closest bathroom. Passing Obi-Wan and Anakin padawan in the process.

“Stub?”

“I thought you said she was resting?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms at his former padawan’s ability to keep up with his own padawan.

“She was. Why is she up this late?” He mumbled, his confused frown deepening as well. Even if she was up, why was she running through the halls? Either her and Ahsoka were sneaking around in the pantries again or something was wrong. Without so much as a warning to Obi-Wan, Anakin took off to follow his padawan. He caught up to her only to see her burst into the women’s restroom.

“She had to use the bathroom.” Obi-Wan stated the obvious.

“Why not just use the one in her room? I think somethings wrong master. She’s been acting strange lately.”

“Anakin, your padawan is your responsibility. You should know why she’s been acting differently.” He scolds.

“I know that, Master. But-”

“But what?”

“She usually comes to me when she’s ready, so I don’t push it.”

“Anything could be going on with her Anakin, whether she wants to or not it’s your job to find out what’s causing her trouble.”

“That’ll just push her further away. I know Stubs, if I push to hard it’ll just delay the progress of her telling me. I know because I’m the same way.”

“You’ve never been that way with me.”

“That’s because I knew you years before I even became your padawan. Stubs and I are only a year in.”

“And you both are already so much alike that you would think the two of you share the same brain.” Anakin rolled his eyes at his masters comment and walked up to the women’s bathroom door, but when he did he could sense waves of fear going through you. He almost walked into the room, turning towards Obi-Wan seeing if he would stop him. It’s not like anyone else was in there, they only felt her.

“I’ll keep watch to make sure nobody else goes in. Go.” Anakin nods, closing his eyes as he walked into the bathroom just in case you were actually using it.

“Stub?” He calls out softly, his voice echoing throughout the walls. His only reply though was the sound of soft gagging. “Stubs?!” He called again this time his eyes are open as he ran and found the stall you were in. It wasn’t even locked. He found you on your knees, head above the toilet dry heaving into it, while also trying to catch your breath. He went to get some paper towels from the dispenser, wet them, then came back to keep your hair out of your face. Once he was sure you were done, he knelt down in front of you and turned you towards him, brushing your hair behind your ears to keep it out the way and started cleaning your face. He was worried, yes, but he knew you didn’t needed him playing 20 questions right now.

“Can you stand?” He spoked as softly as he could.

The whole time you didn’t know who was helping you, you barely noticed someone was there helping you at all. But when your eyes focused as you looked up, a small gasp came from you.

“Master.” A sense of deja vu washed over him.

“Are you able to get up?” He started to panic because tears started rolling over your cheeks. He was about to ask what was wrong but your body slamming into his stopped him, again. Confused? Way more than he was before. Worried? Even more so. Anakin maneuvered you so he was able to pick you up, and carry you out of the bathroom, simultaneously throwing away the paper towels. The door opened and he came face to face with Obi-Wan. Who only gave him a ‘take my advice’ kind of look. Receiving a tired sigh from Anakin.

“I know. I’ll see you tomorrow Master. Good night.” To which Kenobi responded back with a good night of his own.

He made his way back to your room as he constantly looked down at you to check and make sure you were ok. Your eyes were barley open, you looked exhausted, as your head laid in his chest. You should be, he wondered how long it was going to take you to break after not sleeping for months. He was hoping his heartbeat would’ve put you to sleep by now. He knew you thought you were keeping it a well kept secret. That’s the whole reason you both haven’t been on a mission yet, he asked the council to give the both of you a few days off, refusing to let you put yourself in anymore unnecessary danger. He was surprised the council agreed, chalking it up to Obi-Wan putting in a word for him. He could’ve just banned you from coming on missions until you told him what was wrong, but that would’ve just made you retreat and hide your restlessness better. This was the best choice. Making it to your room, the door slid open, and he gently laid you down on your bed. He was about to let you rest and get to the bottom of this in the morning, but your hand quickly grabbed his, keeping him from leaving.

“Don’t go.” You whimpered, breaking his heart of what felt like the thousandth time that night. He complied and released a heavy sigh.

“You have to tell me what’s going on with you Stubs. I’ve given you enough time to figure this all out and tell me what’s going on, but this has gone to far.” He kept his voice low to let her know he wasn’t upset with her just worried. You sat up regardless of him trying to lay you back down but true to your nickname, you’re just stubborn. He stayed where he was kneeling in front of you, letting you have the height of the conversation, physically and metaphorically.

I couldn’t look him in the eye knowing that I would start crying again.

“I just had a bad dream, that’s all.” Trying to play it off as nothing.

“Yeah. One among the many for the past few months, right?” That caused me to lift my head involuntarily. How did he know?

“How-“

“Look Stubs, I understand what it’s like to have constant nightmares, ok? I just don’t understand why you won’t tell me about them.” He chuckled, an unamused one with a confused frown on his face.

Looking back down towards my bare feet, trying to keep the tears at bay. But failing at that too, a breathless sob breaks out.

“I just- I just don’t understand why they keep coming back! I mean I’m starting to think-” I cut myself off not wanting to speak into existence. Instead, I shoved my face into my hands. I’m not sure I can keep going with these nightmares, they keep getting worse.

“You’re starting to the think they’re visions.” To which I nodded to. “Are they the same dream or is it a different one every time?”

“It’s a different one ever time, but they always have the same outcome. You said you’ve had nightmares before. How did you stop them?

“Tell you what, if I tell you about my dreams, will you feel comfortable enough to tell me about yours?” Anakin didn’t like sharing his past with anybody, but for the sake of getting his padawan to trust him completely, he would do anything. You gave him a nod, to which he nodded back.

“It wasn’t that long ago actually. It was around the very beginning of the clone wars. They were about my mother.”

“Master-“

“And how she died. I didn’t understand it at the time, but they weren’t nightmares. They were visions.”

“I’m sorry, master.”

“I’m not telling you this so you could feel sorry for me. I told you so you would understand when things like this happen you should talk about it to someone not hold it in, because one day you might be able to save a life.”

“But if it is a vision. . .I fail.”

“Not all visions are set in stone. And they can be almost impossible to understand by yourself.” As he explains he reaches out to gently grab her hands giving them a gentle squeeze.

“They’re about you.” Going back to looking down at my feet.

“What about me?”

“You die. And I’m always to slow to save you.” Looking up to see his expression, he doesn’t look scared if anything he looks amused. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask confused.

“Is it ok if I see it?”

“How can you do that?”

“Easy. Hold still.” After he says that his hands move to the side of my head, our eyes closed , and our foreheads laying on one another’s as he searches for the memories. When he finds them they suck him in deep, so deep he has to take a deep breath to keep himself grounded. Your fear, your pain, your anger. But right before he pulled away, he was able to see where they all started. Guilt flooded through him. He didn’t realize how much he scared you. He pulled away and moved to sit next to you on the bed. He paused for a moment trying to figure out the best way to reassure you.

“Listen, Stubs. I’m not going anywhere. And I’m sorry I frightened you. Why didn’t you come to me?”

“I was afraid. Everything I was feeling, everything I am feeling is forbidden for a Jedi to feel. And I didn’t want you to look at me any different.” I replied, looking the opposite way shamefully.

“Stub. I am the last person to judge you. I have your back, just like I’m sure you have mine. Whatever I can do to help you, I will do. But I can promise you, I’m not going anywhere. And you don’t have to be scared of that happening anytime soon, or at all for that matter. Understand?”

“Yes, master.” Not giving him time to reply. I threw myself into his side, wrapping my arms tightly around him. He returned the gesture, pulling me into him even more.

“Bed time.” He pulled away, lightly pushing me to lay down, and pulled the blanket over me.

“Master? When’s our next mission?”

“We don’t have any, and we won’t until you’re well rested.”

“Huh?”

“Oh yeah, you don’t know. We won’t be completing any assignments for a while. I requested to take some time off, due to my padawan deciding it’s ok to go into battles with little to no sleep.” He smirked knowingly.

“You knew.”

“Of course I did. Now get some sleep, please.” He replied as he turned to leave.

“Master?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

His playful smirked turned into a soft smile. “Good night, Stubs.”

“Good night, master.” I responded as I laid down already half asleep, ready to catch up on all the months that were missed.

A/N: The longest fic I’ve completed, but it had to be done🫡. Proofread, just let me know if I missed an error, I hope you guys enjooyyy.

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Heart-share

Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings; Reader insert, reader technically isn’t human but human enough, mind-sharing, literally sharing emotions, brief mentions of destruction in the beginning to set up backstory, smut, emotions, brief mentions of biting, technically more build up to sex rather than sex but I’m tagging it as smut anyway, Rex is a sweety, Rex gets a little emotional, he cries slightly, can be read any time before order 66, brief mention of Anakin and Padme

Reader is technically not female because they’re an alien species, but has female-ish biology (I kept that part vague), pronouns are gender neutral though!

Minors get the fuck out of here, you aren’t welcome!

You were a rare species in the Republic. One deeply tied to emotion, expression and the moon. Your skin was littered with sparkling light that resembled the stars in the sky. Your eyes had a soft glow to them.

Your home had been destroyed, and in the chaos, loss and grief, The Force had awoken inside of you like a storm. It was a desperate attempt to save your village.

It failed. Because without training, what could you have done?

Your kind had scattered after the destruction of your planet. Population was low, there was no home for your people.

That was years ago. In that time you had been taken in by the Jedi Order. Recognized as a padawan then a Jedi knight.

In those years you had found a new family with the Order. You found happiness. A home.

And love.

Captain Rex. Serious. Stern. Yet so kind, hardworking and determined.

Handsome too. All the clones were handsome, but something about Rex…

Love was forbidden. No attachment. It made no sense to you. Love was sacred. To disregard your emotions and feelings was to disregard your culture.

However, you were given a good lashing by the council for your questioning of such a rule. And Rex wouldn’t risk his position. He’d be decommissioned if it was known he had romantic feelings for you.

So you didn’t act on your feelings. Neither did the clone captain for the longest time. You had settled for lingering touches and sidelong glances.

But when you stumbled in on Padme and Anakin….

Well, you’d keep their secret if they kept yours.

Rex’s lips were on yours. He had just returned from a long battle in the outer ridges of the Republic. In a not so subtle way, he had immediately gone to your private quarters, leaving before any of his other clone brothers had stepped off the ship. His helmet was placed on your desk, and his hands were on you.

“Rex,” you giggled as he peppered kisses all over your face, “Rex, I missed you too,” your arms were draped over his shoulders.

“Hm.” His rough voice was soft, “Need this. Need you, mesh’la.”

You let him do as he pleased with no argument, the captain was often affectionate whenever he returned. He had your heart in the palm of your hand. You had his.

Your thoughts drifted, thinking of home. Thinking of the many shows of adoration in your culture. Would he enjoy learning and experiencing such a thing?

There was something you wanted to do with the clone captain. But it was permanent. A deeply intimate process that the most devoted of couples would perform.

It couldn’t be forced. All parties had to be willing, and whoever you chose for it would be the only one to share it with you.

It was a sharing of emotions. A connection of the minds. A binding of the nervous system, so one’s internal feelings became physical. And the result afterward, no matter where either of you were, you could sense each other’s emotional state.

“Rex.”

He paused at your words and pulled back, “Oh! Did I do something wrong?” His warm eyes had concern in them.

“No, I just…” your hands held his, “I want to do something, but…” what could you say? How could you fully explain this to him?

“Mesh’la,” his hand cupped your cheek, “What is it?”

You swallowed, he was picking up on your nervousness, “it’s called reeshi,” it felt strange speaking your language, it’s been so long since you’ve spoken your mother tongue, “The closest way I can translate it is heart-sharing.”

Rex remained silent, looking at you in interest as you explained the process. It only took skin to skin contact, and it would allow for him to feel what you feel. And you him. The effect would be a link to each other's emotions. So even at a distance, you would know how the other was feeling.

There was a single downside, if Rex would die, your mind would shatter, and you couldn’t heart-share with anyone else. He would be your literal one and only.

You’ve seen the result of such a thing years ago. They were a husk. Unable to feel anything anymore. They barely had any functionality. It was like speaking to a hollow shell of a being. As if a crucial part of their mind was missing and broken.

“You’re telling me, if I fell in battle,” he furrowed his brow, grip tightening on your hips, “You…would just break?”

“I suppose that’s one way to say it…Yes.” Your hand trailed down his chest, “but…I…I want to….” You murmured, looking deep into his beautiful eyes. Your lips were so close to him, “With you…”

Rex kissed you sweetly before he pulled back, “I…I can’t risk it. Not for you.” Tangled in his concern and worry was fear. You recognized it easily.

He feared harming you. Feared dying and leaving you with a permanent scar.

Oh…he’s so sweet…

Outside this room, he was captain Rex. Leader to hundreds of clones. A battle hardened warrior. But with you? He was your love. Your kar’ta.

“Rex…”

“I’m a clone. Someone who was made to fight and die in battle. For the republic.” He damn near growled, “If you and I…did this…”

“I want it to be with you.” Your fingers interlocked with his, “It’s worth it.” You murmured, “you’re worth it. clone or not. Republic or not…you’re worth everything to me.”

He kissed you again. One strong arm held the small of your back. The other was holding your face still. By the time you two separated, your breath had been taken.

“You…” Rex whispered, “are incredible.” He pulled you closer to kiss you again and again, “hell, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You responded softly, kissing him again. Your lips only left his when your back was on your bed and he caged you between his arms.

He swallowed, looking down at you. You must seem so small when he’s over you like this.

“You said heart-sharing requires skin to skin contact?” The captain asked, keeping his eyes on you.

You nodded and he removed his left glove with his teeth.

Oh stars, this man is attractive. He knew how to get you hot and bothered. Between the kisses and touches, his armor and your clothes were stripped, leaving you both bare.

His fingers interlocked with yours. Your gaze met his and you spoke, “I want to make sure you want this too.”

Rex nodded, “yea…yea I do. But…are you sure? I’m just-“

“You’re more than just a clone.” Your words were honest. Resolute. Your tone indicated that you weren’t going to argue.

The captain let out a short, breathy laugh, “Alright mesh’la…as long as you’re ok…keep going.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your focus was on the man over you. You thought of him and only him, opening up a bridge between you two.

Your minds connected, tying together like a soft ribbon. In a way, you formed your souls together, becoming a single entity melded together by love.

All at once, it felt like cold water splashed over you before giving way to warmth. Rex’s mind was receptive to yours. Connecting together like a puzzle. His breath hitched, and he fell onto his forearm, keeping you under him.

Your eyes opened. You could feel his thoughts. His emotions. Physically, you could feel his skin. His scars. His heartbeat. He was all you knew at the moment. Your free hand was at the back of his neck, holding him close.

Only him.

He trembled, nervous system feeling you.

You. You. You.

Rex’s entire purpose was you.

Even when he buried his face in your shoulder, you could feel him. Rex was overwhelmed. Overcome with everything. He was open and bare for your mind. You were peering into his existence, seeing every dark corner inside of him.

This was a vulnerability he didn't think was possible.

Tied to it all was pleasure. Deep, piercing pleasure.

“M-mesh’la…” the captain’s throat was tight, struggling to process just what he was feeling. His words slurred ever so slightly, “Kar'taylir darasuum. Aalar bid jate…riduur…” Rex’s brain fizzled out, forgetting Galactic Basic.

This deep…affection. This never ending love. It flooded his system, drowned him. His lungs were filled with your existence. His heart was racing with your passion.

“Rex…” you whispered his name so sweetly, “Are you ok?” You were aware that this process could be overwhelming for anyone outside of your race. Truthfully, you didn’t expect this to be so…intense for him. You felt his heightened emotional state. Everything was so sensitive for him, and it gave way to physical pleasure. He was struggling to fully understand it.

His grip on your hand tightened and he nodded, “Gedet'ye…elek…” Rex swallowed, shaking himself out of his daze. The reeshi clearly took him off guard. A rare moment where he was unsteady.

Along with his emotional state, you were connected to his physical reactions. You could feel his desire. His need. You could feel his want for your body. You bent your knee and used your calf to push him closer. He could feel exactly the same in you. A desperate attraction.

Rex shuddered, coming back to himself, “You’re going to kill me, mesh’la…” His voice was husky, “Can I…” He squeezed your hand again.

You raised your head and kissed him, sparks shot through the both of you, “I am yours, Rex.”

He lined up his cock and pushed into you.

Stars, this was intense. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing. His kisses on your neck felt like fire. Every touch was amplified because of reeshi.

Rex was trembling again. His nerves were alight with pleasure, both yours and his. He silenced himself by burying his face into your neck.

Your ankles crossed, pulling him even closer to you.

You were lost within each other as he rolled his hips over and over again. Your body was moving with the push and pull of rising pleasure. Like a wave, moving from your curled toes to your head.

The connection between you two remained steadfast. Your fingers remained interlocked with his, allowing the pleasure to be exponential.

Rex wasn’t his usual quiet self. He was more vocal, letting out soft heavenly moans. He kept his face on your shoulder, using your skin to muffle the sounds he made.

He was feeling good, you knew it. Your free hand trailed down his back, causing both him and you to shiver. The pads of your fingers traced over scars. The ones you’ve felt many times before. The same scars you kissed, letting the captain know how you loved each one.

The same feeling ghosted over your back. Every peck, every move, every emotion and feeling was a mirror between you both.

The pleasure was building. Your center became tight like a coil.

Rex was no better off. He was primed to break and fall to complete bliss. The pace of his thrusts was fast and sloppy. His coordination failed, entirely overwhelmed with the pleasure and ecstasy he was feeling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he breathed into your ear, “...Ni aalar bid jate…gar cuyir kandosii'la…elek…elek….”

His words caused you to go over the edge. Your head tilted back and you moaned his name. Bliss went through your system, doubling your lover's own pleasure. He was thrown into an orgasm, sending powerful shockwaves through you.

There was a burning on your shoulder as you felt Rex cum. He held you tightly, muffling his moans and keens into your skin. He held you tightly, muscles flexing, mind and body exploding with pure, unfiltered, hot euphoria.

Your breathing was heavy as the both of you came down from your compounded highs. Eyes closed, heart racing, you let yourself feel the warmth in the afterglow. It felt…sweeter…more heavenly.

Now, you two could feel each and every feeling after such intimacy.

“...Gar cuyir ner oyay…Gar cuyir ner narser…” Rex mumbled lowly, placing soft and tender kisses to your skin, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Mesh’la…Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…” The clone captain was in a daze. His mind had broken under the pleasure and he needed a moment to recharge. But…seeing the man you loved so incoherent with bliss…

Well, you’d remember this scene for a long time.

He pulled back, moving to look over you. He was about to kiss you, before his warm brown eyes flicked to your shoulder, “o-oh…”

“Hm..?” One eye cracked open in curiosity. He was embarrassed, you could feel it in your chest. With a glance, you recognized a rather deep bite mark.

Oh.

Oh!

“Sorry, mesh’la.” Rex mumbled, not meeting your eye, “I...I guess everything got too intense.”

“S’ok…” Your smile was small, genuine and tired, “Just means you felt good.” You squeezed his hand and leaned up to kiss his lips tenderly. You wanted to stay like this with him forever. You wanted to forget the war outside. You wanted to forget the jedi code.

But stars, you were suddenly so exhausted.

Reeshi was tiring for you. It was a steady drain of your energy, and you had to stop.

But you really didn’t want to.

The captain felt your exhaustion, “Mesh’la?” With his free hand, he cupped your cheek, “Are you ok?”

You nodded, “Yea…” your head turned to look at your clasped hands, “Reeshi is…tiring…” It made sense, the two of you were connected mentally, emotionally and physically, and you were acting as the bridge.

“Oh…” he whispered. You felt his sadness. He seemed to enjoy being tied to you in such an intimate way, “Then…stop, if you need. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

With another nod, you closed your eyes. Severing the connection was easier than establishing it. However, neither you nor Rex’s mind wanted to disconnect. You untangled the silken ribbon that tied the both of you together.

In the end you were left with an empty feeling in your heart.

A tear fell onto your chest and your riduur buried his face back into your neck. You could still feel his sadness at the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as strong. He could feel your own, even if you couldn’t cry tears of water at the loss of heart-sharing.

Instead of being tangled together in a web of affection and love, your emotions were connected by a thread. Small, seemingly fragile, but still connected.

That thought alone gave you comfort. The two of you were still connected in a way that others wouldn’t understand.

“Sorry…” he mumbled, “I didn’t think this would hit me so hard…it feels like I’ve lost a part of myself.”

Your smile was soft, “me too,” you admitted, “But…instead, you have a part of me. And I have a part of you.”

Rex shifted, laying on his side to hold you close, “i rather like that thought.” His warm lips pecked your forehead, “I love you, mesh’la.”

“I love you too, kar’ta.” you whispered back.

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WIP Wednesday

It's been months since I've written anything at all, let alone for the ship that I adore. But, today I woke up with inspiration and - to prove I've returned from my hermit like existence in a deep cave somewhere - I thought I'd share a little something.

So, without further ado, I present a small rough snippet of an upcoming fic in my original Senator Obi-Wan series.

"How can you be so calm?" Padmé hissed out of the corner of her mouth, eyes following the team of bounty hunters holding them hostage.

"I've been kidnapped eight times," Obi-Wan replied softly, standing in the midst of his fellow hostages as serenely as anyone ever had.

If anyone had a right to serenity amidst abduction it was Obi-Wan. He held the record for the most kidnappings - attempted or otherwise - among the cohort of Republic Senators - past and present. Yes, it was true that four of his kidnappings technically didn't count, as the would-be kidnappers were thwarted in their efforts before they left Coruscant and once before the kidnapper had so much as said halt. But the principle remained nonetheless.

He had been the victim of so many attempted kidnappings that it was practically routine to him now.

Distantly, Obi-Wan realised that ought to worry him more than it did. But, there were more pressing matters to concern him. Like the squad of heavily armed mercenaries currently keeping them hostage. And the severe glare Commander Fox would give him when he realised how much danger Obi-Wan had found himself in this time.

Somehow, he felt that maintaining that this was demonstrably not his fault was not going to buy him any favours with the crotchety commander.

"This isn't a kidnapping," Bail whispered, moving ever so slightly closer to them. "We're being held hostage."

Obi-Wan inclined his head fractionally, conceding his point. "Which makes this distinctly easier for our rescuers. They already know where we are."

Riyo Chuchi sidled closer to them, her eyes impossibly wide as she took in the scene unfolding in the Senate building atrium. "And the squad of heavily armed mercenaries between us and rescue?"

Obi-Wan hummed softly, understanding Senator Chuchi's point. Still, he smiled; heavily armed mercenaries were nothing in the face of what was coming for them. "Padmé has friends in the Jedi Order. I was a part of the Jedi Order, and-" Obi-Wan's tone softened impossibly, fully aware how besotted he was. "Cody's here on leave."

And his dear Commander was going to be very displeased when he realised Obi-Wan was being held hostage.

Obi-Wan pitied the unfortunate lifeforms who made the mistake of accepting this job.

"Two Jedi with reputations for insanity, one marshall commander who has a reputation for being prepared to destroy Coruscant to find you, and as many of his brothers as the Commander can rustle up," Chuchi shuddered elegantly, a smile hiding about her lips. "How much chaos can one Senate building contain?"

"It doesn't have to contain it," Obi-Wan murmured, watching the nearest mercenary with wary eyes. "Not for long, at any rate. With Anakin and Cody both involved, we should be free in time for the next debate."

Bail's mouth pulled down in an unhappy frown. "Maybe we can hold out a little longer."

Obi-Wan bit back a chuckle. He hadn't particularly been looking forward to the upcoming Senate debate either.

"No talking!"

Obi-Wan favoured the masked mercenary with a baleful glare. "We're politicians," he reminded him, as if that pertinent fact could have slipped his mind. "All we do is talk. You'll have to forgive us for following our natural inclinations."

Bail sighed, quietly despairing. "Obi-Wan, I don't want to explain to Cody why it was necessary for the mercenaries to shoot you."

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #star wars #fanfic #Bluebellstar's writing #Sorry for being gone so long I think I had burnout

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dixieconley · 4 months

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In Which Anakin Was Chosen To Fuck Shit Up

Idea courtesy of @justafanwarrior: What i'm seeing is Anakin calling Padmé in panic because "I took down the Senate! It was an accident! Well not really they were allowing slavery, but I didn't mean to like, take over the Galaxy! Please help me manage things and uh not having to be in charge? Please Angel?" and @vaugemessenger: He would probably also take down the senate in the process for allowing the zygerrian slave empire to exist without consequences

Sequel to:

Rex (the one with the brain cell): You do realize that by killing the chancellor, we've essentially declared martial law, leaving you in charge of the Republic right now, sir? Anakin: ::anakin.exe has stopped working:: Rex: Sir? They want to negotiate a surrender. What do you want to do? Fives: Overthrow the patriarchy! Establish a fast food empire! What? I could really go for some fries right now. Echo: We're free and in charge. I guess that means the general really *is* the Chosen One.

[Flashback to two months after arriving at the temple: Obi-Wan: I want you to visit the creche, Anakin. The initiates there are your age and it would really be best if you had friends that aren't droids. (Everyone really hates C3P0. Vos is considering going dark side. 'Just to violently dismember it then melt its metal in the nearest sun. Then I'll come back. We can go to Dex's after and celebrate. It'll be fun!') Anakin: I really hate you right now. ::at the creche:: Initiate: ::::pissed that this dickhead somehow has a master and she's maybe never going to get one:: How do you rate a master, pipsqueak?:: (Yes, it's Barriss. Of *course*, it's Barriss.) Anakin: I'm the Chosen One! Initiate: Chosen for what? Fucking shit up? Anakin: … Initiate: Yeah. Thought so. Get back to me on that.]

Anakin: ::panicking:: Angel, Angel, I really need you. You have no idea how bad I need you right now. Padme: Well, okay, but this is a strange time for a booty call. Anakin: No, listen-- wait, what? …uh, what are you wearing? ::twenty minutes later and relevant explanations issued while relaxed and no longer panicking:: Padme: I was born for this.

Anakin: Master, please! I really need your help! Obi-Wan: What did you accidentally on purpose destroy this time? Anakin: Hey! That's so not fair! I… okay, so I *did* kinda take down the chancellor, but only 'cause he made me a slave master, and now Padme says I'm technically in charge of the Republic because he had all these powers and for some reason made me his heir plus they're kinda scared of what I'll do since I blew up half the Senate building. And Dooku called and I kinda maybe ordered the GAR to glass Serenno and guess what? Dooku, um, made *you* his heir which makes you technically in charge of the Separatists, so… Obi-Wan: … Anaking: Master? Obi-Wan: What I'm hearing is that the war is over and I can finally get some sleep. Anakin: Master?? Obi-Wan: ::already snoring:: Anakin: I really hate you right now.

Anakin gets named emperor and nopes out of the day-to-day side of running an empire. Padme's his wife, which makes her the empress, she can do this. She was a queen once, right? How different could it be?

But being emperor *does* give him power to give the GAR orders and a LOT of sway with the Jedi council. So Anakin takes up slaver hunting as a hobby. (Senator Free Taa, I'm looking at you.) The Zygerrians and the Hutts go on the endangered species list. So do the Kaminoans. Most of the GAR joins in gleefully. (They take holos for everyone who isn't be there when Tipoca City is destroyed then exploded then vaporized. They may be holding a grudge. There's a huge viewing party. And a yearly celebration.)

Fives is named the duke of fast food. Dex's becomes the official caterer for the royal family and entourage. And if that entourage coincidently happens to be officially defined as the 501st? He isn't the one who determines such things. (Echo is, and is in on it for the milkshakes.)

The Force bubbles with delight. It chose the right person to fuck shit up.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #crack fic #crack #anakin skywalker #sw clone wars #sw fanfic #captain rex #padme amidala #anakin takes over the republic accidentally #as you do #fives is duke of fries #arc trooper fives

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that-gay-jedi · 1 year

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Honestly tho the power and vulnerability of Vader. The way that even as you can hear him fucking gasping for breath and fighting for his life bc of his damaged breathing devices that are inherently connected to the way he's lost everything and been psychologically stripped for spare parts by Palps, even then he's telling Obi-Wan there is no limit, whether by morality or by might, to the evil he's done and will do.

Like "Yes, I killed Anakin Skywalker, I intentionally subverted and dismantled everything he [I] was, I profaned the memory of a good man, the man you loved, after I murdered him in cold blood, I alone ruined the most powerful Jedi of possibly any generation, and now I will destroy you, one of the people Anakin [I] loved most and one of the most powerful Jedi left, and then I will step over your corpse and slaughter a shipload of everyday heroes and the children they were protecting and continue systematically crushing everything good and gentle out of this galaxy without stopping for breakfast"

And how everybody talks about what a weakness the visible buttons and control panel on his chest could be but then hardly anyone except Obi-Wan ever manages to touch it. He loses the fight, but he still terrorizes the galaxy for another decade and hardly anyone else knows him as anything but invincible. He will rip the battlefield apart but spends all his free time crying, fixing his ship and eating soup.

When Ahsoka recognizes him in a fight he tells her to run, because he knows he's dangerous and that he won't spare her and yet part of him loves her and wants her to live. Multiple groups of sentient beings worship Darth Vader as a demigod but Anakin's heart, which is Vader's Achilles' heel, is a target the size of a star.

The cautionary tale of "Look out, you could turn out to be like Vader if you're not careful" delivered to Luke in the cave on Dagobah would be ludicrous to nearly anyone else (anyone not fuckoff powerful in the Force) because you can't become Death itself. Vader bows before a master and "He is just a boy" sounds more like "Please, not my son" yet Palps had to intentionally build vulnerabilities in bc he knows if Vader ever turns on him otherwise it's 110% over for his weaselly ass.

Being thrown down a reactor shaft was a merciful death compared to what Vader might have done if he'd not canonically turned back to the light moments beforehand and/or if he'd had more time. If you have to face off against Vader you pray for a quick and relatively painless death, but seeing Obi-Wan cry completely shuts off Horror Movie Monster.exe and lets smol Ani who just wants to fix everything run the show for a hot second.

He's a demon and a war criminal and a golden retriever puppy and an awkward teenager who misses his mom. He has nightmares. He is a nightmare.

He built Ahsoka a fucking booster seat only like, a year after killing a bunch of children on Tatooine. He cuts up Reva and leaves her to die weeping in a heap on the floor like trash, not even caring if she manages to crawl away to fight another day bc even then she isn't a threat. He all but cradles a dying clone trooper in his arms and tells him he was [is] Anakin Skywalker.

Like what the fuck. The power and vulnerability of Vader, both totally unmatched.

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #sw meta #villains

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clownofthetown · 7 months

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AHSOKA FINALE SPOILERS

im sorry this is so long but its my live thoughts on the ep

honestly good for you morgan elsbeth, she did great

AHHHHHH KANAN MENTION he was a little shy OH MY GOFDOGKDKKD CALEB ❤️ like me fr

Is huyang like ezras grandmaster of lightsaber construction then

HE GETS THE SAME PART THINGO AS KANAN IM DYING AND ITS BLUE AGAIN

NOOO SABINE COMES BACK ITS OKAY

uh oh ezra finding out abt sabines family

sabine and ahsoka bonding over the choices theu make thats so cute

wow okay like 3rd anakin mention this series (PLS GIVE ME A 3RD KANAN MENTION ITS ONLY FAIR)

if those ties hurt the noti. IF THEY.

bumper cars but in the sky and considerably more dangerous how fun

AY NOTI AND HUYANG COLLAB

thats four anakin mentions are you kidding me

YESSS SABINE GETS HER HELMET WHY HAS SHE BEEN FIGHTING W/O IT PLS WEAR HEAD PROTECTION

zombies ZOMBIES

omg morgan and ahsoka rematch this is great

ah i see theyre gonna make sabine use yhe force bc she dropper her saber

I CALLED IT sighhhhh

THANK YOU ive been wonder like "why dont they just chop the zombies in half and then they cant rly do anything but theh werent and now FINALLY

YAY JUMPING

AHSOKA AHSOKA UR MISSING UR FLIGHT

SABINE. SABINE. tHANK U I WAS SO SHOCKED SHE WOULD LEAVE AHSOKA LIKE THAT BUT SHE DIDNT

rip morgan 💔

EZRAS ALONE THERE WHAT THE HELL

nooo ezra should have done a more ridiculous voice on the comm pls 😔

HUYANG THANK GOD

here we go abt anakin again alright

THRAWN U BASTARD SHUT UP ABT AHSOKA

guys. guys this isnt funny theyre genuinely stuck there. GUYS. WHY. EZRA IS ALONE AGAIN.

was that fuckin morai or am i going insane

SHIN SHIN SHIN WHERE HAVE U BEEN is she gonnabecome the bandit leader or wtv

baylan what on earth

THE FATHER AND SON??? IS THE DAUGHTER HALF DESTROYED WHAT?????????

CHOPPER DONT TELL ME THATS WHO I THINK IT IS

oH MY FUCKING GOD EZRA AND HERA REUNITE AHHHHHDHDHDJFJJ IM ACTUALLY CRYING NOW

"its time to move on" ??? I BEG YOUR OARDON WHAT

sabine what did u feel TELL ME

R U SERIOUS we BETTER see kanan as a force ghost watching over hera and jacen AND EZRA in SEASON 2 WHICH WE BETTER GET OR I WILL RIOT

it is nice that anakins watching over ahsoka tho HES A GRANDMASTER NOW LOL

a few other thoughts:

- im glad sabine gets to keep her lightsaber, it rly is hers now

- i gyess im ok w ezra building a new saber? esp one so close to kanans 💔 hopefully it helps him relfect on the person he is now yknow

- lowkey sad morgan just got killed like that... THWRES SM POTENTIAL 4 HER CHARACTER NOW THAG SHE GOT MORE POWER AND STUFF LIKE

- HOW DID CHOPPER KNOW???

- why is there all the father son daughter stuff on peridea (and how did ezra not sense it in the force and explore it or smth like)

- ezra didnt seem surprised that thrawn had backup and the eye of sion and stuff so im assuming they explained what happened and he was just like "ok"

(maybe tbeh didnt mention sabines role in letting them get there oops)

- UUURHFHS NOW WE GAVE TO WAIT

-why didnt they give me a hera and ezra hug scene. THEY SHOULD HAVE RAN AT EACH OTHER CRYING (pls i hope they make the reunions just a little more like they wiuld have been during rebels yknow, when we get a zeb and ezra reunion there better be ATLEAST a hair ruffle from zeb or i will BE ANGRY)

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 10 months

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The Clone Wars 4x9 ‘Plan of Dissent’ Reaction

Hardcase NO

I was tearing up at that. “Live to fight another day.” *sobs*

Fuck Krell. Absolute heartless bastard.

Really not impressed with Dogma at this stage so I’m guessing a lot happens in the final episode of this arc.

Poor Tup. He really reminds me of the friend that is pressured into doing things that they really don’t want to do. And the poor thing is so anxious and worried. I’m relating to him far too much.

Fives with his legs splayed open on his back under a ship doing mechanical work? HELLO?!?! First Tech, now this?! Though I guess technically (heh) it was Fives first then Tech. Either way, most excellent crotch and thigh shot.

Speaking of thighs, this is where those gifs of Rex’s thigh plates come from!

Help me why am I having thots when everything that’s happening is so awful

That was some look from Rex when he saw Fives, Jesse and Hardcase flying off in the Umbaran fighters. Long suffering “why are those idiots doing this” combined with admiration and respect that they actually went and did it.

Omg the chaos in the hanger with Hardcase trying to fly the fighter and destroying everything and Fives doing his best Han Solo impression of trying and failing to definitely not sound sus.

“That’s gonna leave a mark” CACKLING

Hardcase actually did a fairly decent job of coming up with a fairly believable story and making it believable enough. Not wholly believable but better than I expected. Fives though, baby, you really need to get better at acting.

Speaking of, the shot of the clones at the start and Fives leaning on the wall looking down with his ankles crossed definitely looks like the start to some 90s boy band music video. I know I’ve seen this mentioned before but it’s hilarious how accurate that description is.

Rex trying to take the blame for Fives and Jesse and then Fives refusing to let him and Rex looking at him and saying “Fives!” all anguished and just ugh ALL OF MY EMOTIONS

Is Appo the one with the downward pointing white arrow surrounded by blue paint on the forehead of his bucket? Just checked Wookieepedia and yup, he is. Also, he's a CC. So why is he a Sergeant?

Hardcase with his little sneaky wiggly fingers. I love him so much.

I’ve noticed this with a few clones but they have these 3 lines of utterly adorable crows feet when they grimace or scrunch up their faces in certain ways and I just want to kiss them they’re so precious.

How is Rex keeping it all together? Poor man. I didn’t think it would be possible to want the walking disaster that is Anakin back but here we are. Do we ever find out why he was so suddenly and conveniently called back to Coruscant immediately? I’m assuming it’s Palps meddling.

Still loving Jesse and his little nose scrunch every time he turns up. There’s a heart and gentleness to him and that’s really evident in his little moment at the start about valuing the lives of the clones. I’m still not sure if I should be referring to them as clones or men so it’s just sort of bouncing between the two at the moment.

You can see why Jesse ends up becoming an ARC. I did have the heartbreaking thought the other day that seeing as Jesse becomes an ARC after Echo dies, does that mean Jesse replaces Echo as Fives’ ARC partner? *gross sobbing*

This is also the episode where that gif of Rex glaring over his shoulder comes from!

Tup gesturing with his space screwdriver thingy and waving it around. Bless.

The clones' voices are also starting to sound noticeably more distinct. Jesse’s is softer. Rex’s more gruff, no nonsense and laced with authority, which makes sense. Hardcase is utterly chaotic, rambling and slightly higher? You can hear the nervousness and worry in Tup’s voice. Dogma’s voice is also higher and much more tightly wound. I’m not sure how I’d describe Fives’ voice but it’s noticeably different to Rex’s and everyone else’s. I’m so glad they’re finally building out their characters and it’s not just generic clone voice for all of them.

Also, Rex running interference for Fives, Jesse and Hardcase and intercepting Dogma and Tup. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” UGH

What’s Fives’ role in the 501st and Torrent? He seems like Rex’s second in command and right hand man but he doesn’t have a rank. Wookieepedia just lists him as an ARC Trooper. Are ARC Troopers just in their own special little box of bonkers BAMFness?

I keep adding to this reaction because I’m putting off watching the final episode of this arc. Ugh, MY EMOTIONS.

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mcu-coworkers · 2 years

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Choices

Summary:Anakin's decisions force you to make a choice you dreaded making. (Happy ending)

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Y/n reader

Wordcount:2,800+

A/n: This came to me while watching To all the boys I loved before , not that it has anything to do or any inspo but it just did and I actually loved that show and the books so I definitely recommend! Anywho, I hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading!xx

Anakin Skywalker Masterlist

You never wanted to admit defeat, you wished you had enough strength to turn your cheek one more time hoping the next would be different.

But something told you things would never change.

Even through it all you understood why he’d always chosen her, she was beautiful, kind, and the senator of Naboo.

Anakin swore there was nothing between them anymore, she was married to someone else for god sake and he was with you.

But his actions spoke louder than his words ever could, every single time.

The only difference was this time he had crossed the line.

You sat at home with the now cold dinner in front of you and the candle almost burnt out, so you decided to call Anakin worried something was wrong at the temple.

“Hey hon whats up?” he said casually.

“Hey babe, I was just wondering where you were. It's getting pretty late.” you whispered.

“Oh sorry did I forget? Padme called, she got arrested in Scipio im on my way to get her out.” he said casually.

Your stomach dropped, He forgot your anniversary.

“Oh, um okay.” you said quietly covering your mouth to cover the sobs.

“ I should be back in a day or less. Is everything alright? You don't usually call this late.” he said questioning the call.

Clearing your throat you tried your best to sound normal, “No, yeah I um I just made dinner, it's your favorite but it's okay.” It was not okay.

Suddenly it hit Anakin like a ton of bricks, your anniversary.

“Shit, babe I‘m so sorry I will make it up to you as soon as we get back, it's just that Padme needed my help and I can’t say no.” he said, he felt like total shit.

“Mhm yeah I‘ll see ya bye Anikin.” you said as swiftly as you could not giving him a chance to reply.

You couldn't, by then the tears were rolling and your sobs were uncontrollable and all you wanted to do was cry.

“ I lo-” Anakin tried saying before you hung up on him, you’d never gone a day without saying I love you.

You always said no matter what you’d always say I love you at least once before the end of the day.

Anakin knew better than to let you go to sleep that way so he tried calling again but to no avail you didn't answer.

How could you? You couldn't face him in the state you were in, show him that you were jealous, broken, and destroyed because of his choices.

The pit in his stomach began to grow and he began feeling sick to his stomach. Suddenly he wished he could take it all back and not have been such an idiot.

Send someone else to retrieve the senator.

Anakin settled for a text instead.

Ani: I ‘m so sorry babe, I promise I ‘ll make it up to you, I love you.

Read 23:44*

Sighing, Anakin threw his phone to the side as his nerves began to build up and he wanted to go back home immediately.

Anakin spent the rest of the mission annoyed and impatient as it felt like Padme and Clovis kept adding things to the list and he was ready to go home.

He still tried texting and calling but now you weren't even opening his messages.

You couldn't, your heart hurt just looking at his name pop up after you made your own choice to leave.

As much as you wanted to believe his words you couldn't, giving it another chance meant giving him another chance to do it again and your heart just couldn't take it anymore.

You thought you could do it, when he asked you to marry him you thought it would finally be Y/n and Anakin.

But it’s inevitable, for him there will always be Padme and she will always come first.

And you’d given up, it all felt too one sided for you to keep fighting, the missed birthdays, family dinners, and now your anniversary.

Marrying him only sealed the deal even more and you just couldn't do it, it felt like you were saying I do to marrying Padme.

So you made the choice to leave, packing your things before he came back and leaving a note on the nightstand with your engagement ring. You took one last look at the home you built together and left.

Not having anyone else in Coruscant you went back home to Mandalore where your sister accepted you with open arms.

Satine knew of your issues with Anakin but she only hoped they would improve for your sake, she was sad to see they didn't.

She reminded you it was alright but all you felt was shame,and cowardness by not being able to face him and tell him how you felt face to face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stay and wait around so that he could talk about what they did or how great she handled her mission.

You couldn't keep up the charade anymore, not when it felt like she had always been his choice.

Since then it had been two days and Anakin had finally landed in Coruscant.

He didn't even wait for the chancellor or Obi-wan to greet him, instantly he went home hoping he could fix this mess he made and hold you in his arms until you were content with him again.

“Baby! I‘m home!” he yelled as soon as he walked in, silence.

Walking through the house he didn't find you, walking into your bedroom his stomach sank.

Slowly he walked towards your side of the bed and picked up the note.

With shaky hands and his vision beginning to blur he opened it.

Anakin, I ‘m sorry I had to end things this way, truly I wish I wasn’t at all. But I can no longer live my life in Padme's shadow. To continue living this way would have destroyed me and I just couldn't bear it any longer. I didn't want to be the person who makes you choose between your first love and me. I couldn’t face rejection so I made the choice myself. I hope you find all the love and happiness you deserve in life, don't forget that okay? We all deserve love and happiness and everything the stars could offer. I tried to hold on and hope for a day when things changed. I promise you I did but at some point I had to let you go and give myself a chance to be someone's first choice. I really hope you can forgive me for leaving this way but it's for the best. Maybe someday I ‘ll be able to take my heart back but for now this will do. Goodbye Anakin. Love, Y/n

Looking back down at the nightstand Anakin saw your ring and that was when he finally broke.

Falling to his knees he held onto the note as if it was you and cried, how could he have let it get this bad?

How did he not see how much he was hurting you.

He felt like the biggest asshole in the world for letting you go on like this, how could have been so blind to your pain.

He was a damn Jedi, the chosen one and he couldn't see he was hurting the person he loved the most in all of the galaxy.

And you took it because you loved him.

He did not deserve your love, had the tables been turned around he would have lost his mind.

Even knowing he wasn't deserving, he was still selfish and he wanted you and only you there was no one else and there’d never be anyone else.

A life without you wasn’t worth living to Anakin.

He stayed by your bedside for a while, he hadn't realized how much time had passed until Obi-wan walked in.

“Anakin? What's wrong?” Obi-wan asked, but after looking around the room he wished he hadn't.

“ I ‘m the biggest idiot in the world, Obi-wan. That's what's wrong.” he said as he pulled down your pillow to cuddle it.

Your scent filled his heart for a split second before he remembered this and the note was all he had left.

“Well when you didn’t meet me at the Temple I knew something was wrong but I didn't know to what extent.” he said sitting on the bed.

“Can you ask Satine if she's there? I would but I doubt she’d answer.” Anakin mumbled.

Obi-wan didn't answer him, instead he pulled out his phone and began dialing.

“Satine, how are you? Oh-well yes actually. I agree, thank you Satine. Take care.” was all Anakin heard from his side.

“Get up, Anakin, we are going to fix this. I assure you it’ll be alright.” Obi-wan said, patting his shoulder.

“She wants to see me?”Anakin asked, perking up with the slightest hope.

“Well, Satine didn't exactly say that but she also did not say we couldn’t go?” Obi-wan said, questioning his own words.

“Oh okay.” Anakin said, but still he got up, finally.

“We’re not going there to break it off even more, you're going there to fix this and we won’t leave until you do Anakin.” Obi-wan said trying his best to encourage his dear friend.

“Oh, I can assure you of that Obi-wan, I won’t leave unless she’s by my side again.” Anakin said determined to get you back.

Putting your ring in his pocket he held onto it as they both walked to Obi-wan's ship.

“What about the council?” Anakin asked, he was finally made a master but he was still pretty rebellious when it came to attendance.

“We are on a recon mission as far as they know, we should be back in a week's time.” Obi-wan said, of course he had it covered, he's Obi-wan.

With that, they took off and Anakin held on to all the hope he had in fixing his mistake.

In seventeen hours he'd give it his best to get you back.

You had managed to stop constantly crying at the thought of Anakin.

You even started coming out of your room to eat at the table with Satine, she hasn’t pressured you to come out so she’s happy you have on your own.

It was almost time for dinner so you decided to get some fresh air before they called for you.

Standing on the balcony you admired the scenery, it was a sunny day the warmth felt amazing for once.

“It’s a beautiful day.”

You froze, Satine could have at least given you a warning.

“It is.” was all your mind could scramble for.

You didnt turn around, the only thing bringing you enough peace right now was the view before you, the view behind you would destroy you.

Especially if you saw how red and puffy his eyes were.

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly, if he was honest he didn't know where to begin, or if anything of what he was about to say was going to make sense at all.

“We already are.”

“ I deserve that, Y/n I‘m sorry for all of it, for being an idiot and never realizing how much I was hurting you. I ‘m the biggest idiot in the entire galaxy and I don't deserve you but the truth is you are the happiness and the love of my life and I don't see my life continuing without you.” he said slowly inching his way to you, quietly you turned your head and looked over your shoulder.

“ I told you I won't let myself come second anymore.” you had to stand your ground, “And I won’t make you choose between Padme and I , I don’t want you to look at me with regret because you made the wrong choice.” you said turning your head back.

Finally reaching you he grabbed you by the waist but your eyes stayed on his chest, “Baby there was never a choice to make, you were always first, you were always my love, my only love.” he said as a matter of fact.

“Anakin don’t.” you whispered quietly, god how you missed being in his arms.

“No listen to me please, and then you can decide if you really want me to leave.” he said and when you didnt fight him he took it as a sign to keep going.

“Padme broke up with me because she saw the way I looked at you, she knew that what I felt for you I could never feel for anyone else. The reason why I helped her so much is because I felt guilty for dragging her along before she made me realize that you were my real love.” he said calmly.

You still hadn't met his eyes.

“You still forgot our anniversary, my birthdays, and the family dinners Anikin, what’s your explanation for those.” you said dryly, “How can I go back with the constant thought of you possibly leaving me at another dinner table alone? I can’t put myself through that again.” you said grabbing his arms to get out of his grip.

You wanted out of this conversation.

Anakin felt himself begin to panic, “No please wait just listen to me, okay?” his voice broke at the end and you couldn't move looking anywhere but him you looked at the birds laying happily in their nest.

Lucky them.

“ I know I ‘m not the best thing out there and I know I‘ve forgotten big moments for us in the heat of the moment because I ‘m so impulsive and-and sometimes it’s a blessing but most times its a curse I mean ask Obi-wan it's a surprise I actually made to the rank of Master but then again I have saved him multiple times and he knows that but that's besides the point because all I know is that I love you and deciding to be with you and marry you and be yours is the one thing I didn't act impulsive on and that's because I wanted it all to be perfect because you deserve that and so much more and I know I ‘m not much but I want to be that for you.” he was rambling, more like word vomit and he wasn’t done.

By this point you had already made up your mind that you wanted him for the rest of your life, especially if he rambled like this about you.

And of course Obi-wan.

He hadn’t realized that you were now looking at him in the midst of all his rambling so you tried to hide your smile as he continued.

“ I want to be the guy who is lucky enough to wake up next to you and buy you flowers and maybe even have children with if you ever wanted to not that I‘d ever force you to or anything but I‘d do anything for you, you just have to say the words Y/n and I‘m your guy I‘d do it all just to be loved by you. I can't say that I won't make mistakes because considering my record it's obvious that I ‘m full of those but for you I want to work on it and I will for the rest of my life if you’ll still have me. I‘ll start taking after Obi-wan if you want me to just say the words Y/n and I‘ll do it.” he went on and by now you had to stop him it was getting too adorable.

“Anakin stop. You’re an idiot,” you said, making him drop his head, “but you're my idiot and I want you for you as forgetful as you are, just don't forget to show up to our wedding because then I will actually leave.” you said hugging him with your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Wait, so you still wanna marry me?” he said, stunned.

“Yes, now where is my ring groom?” you said pulling away.

Both sniffling and chuckling, Anakin pulled out your ring and slipped it back on its rightful place.

“Thank you.” he said, holding you tightly.

“Don't thank me, thank that beautifully practiced speech you prepared, and the honorable mention of Obi-wan? 10 points.” you said jokingly.

“God I love you so much.” he said, leaning and kissing you slowly.

“ I love you too, Ani.” you said as you went back for another kiss. You missed your lover boy, you were putting your heart in his hands again, you were scared yes but there was no other place in the galaxy for you.

As the years went on you married Anakin and he made each day more amazing than the one before never once forgetting a special occasion.

This time around you were actually able to become friends with Padme and even came around to double dates in Naboo.

Anakin vowed to be a better man for you and you reminded him everyday that he was that and so much more.

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#Anakin #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan and anakin #Sith Anakin #clone wars anakin #Revenge of the Sith #attack of the clones #the phantom menace #rebels #hayden christensen #anakin x you #anakinsstuff #anakin needs a hug

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Obi meets a time travel suitless Vader

my friend!!! thank you sm for sending this in, once I read it I immediately got this idea and it has lived in my head rent free ever since......

I fudged with their ages a bit here…this is rots!Anakin but older, maybe in his early to mid-30s, and tpm!Obi-Wan but a bit younger, like very early twenties. so their age gap’s a bit smaller but rots takes place later in the timeline than canon I guess idk LOL

padawan!Obi-Wan, Sith!Anakin (freshly Fallen), suitless!Vader (re: freshly Fallen), minor background Anakin/Padmé but only bc George Lucas made me, obsessive n possessive Anakin, time travel, bc the Force is over their dramatic mustafar break up, enemies in that Anakin wants to kill Obi-Wan super bad bc he loves him so much (mood) to well this is a different time with a different Obi-Wan and that just might change Anakin’s plans now won’t it, 2k

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If Anakin was going to kill Obi-Wan before, he was going to destroy him now. Everything had been Obi-Wan’s doing, Obi-Wan’s fault, so this must be, too.

When the Council begrudgingly gave Anakin his seat while depriving him of his well-deserved title of Jedi Master, Obi-Wan had sat there, saying nothing. No “I tried, Anakin, I tried to get you your title,” not even just a smile and a “Soon, young one. Soon.”

And it was Obi-Wan they’d had ask him to spy on the Chancellor, Anakin’s friend. It was Obi-Wan who asked him to do such a vile thing – and yes, in retrospect, they’d been right to be wary of Palpatine, seeing as he was, indeed, the Sith Lord Sidious, but that wasn’t the point here. And Anakin knew why they had Obi-Wan do it. It was because Anakin had a hard time saying no to Obi-Wan, had a hard time disappointing his former master, even though that seemed to be all he ever did.

It was probably embarrassingly obvious, how much Anakin coveted Obi-Wan’s attention and praise. He wanted all of it for himself, and when he couldn’t get that, he’d provoke his master into scolding him just to get something. But Anakin could be deprived for only so long.

So it was Obi-Wan who’d pushed Anakin into Padmé’s arms; and then it was Obi-Wan who’d turned her against him, against the future they could’ve had, bringing peace and order to the galaxy at last.

They’d been blade to blade for what could have been minutes or hours, surrounded by the heat and flames of Mustafar. The war was over, at last, but of course Obi-Wan would push Anakin into yet another fight. Anakin could have nothing: no wife, no peace, no Obi-Wan. It made him see red.

If I can’t have him, no one can, was rushing through Anakin’s mind, through his veins as he landed blow after blow against his former master’s ‘saber. If Obi-Wan wouldn’t be his, he would die. And just Anakin was about to do the deed, just as he was about to cut down the object of all his desires, he’d appeared here, at the Jedi Temple.

Except, it wasn’t his Jedi Temple. There was Light and life flowing freely through the building; no sign whatsoever of the massacre Anakin and his battalion had performed here. Younglings ran about to their classes, padawans trailed diligently after their masters, the Force surged with various signatures greeting one another – it was pure, untouched, unscathed.

Anakin didn’t have enough patience to care. If he’d been thrown here, Obi-Wan had been too – he could feel his signature, bright as ever even if a bit altered. No matter; Anakin would know his signature in any time, any universe.

Obi-Wan’s presence got stronger and brighter as Anakin walked closer to the Council Chamber. Of course that’s where he’d go. Of course he’d hide away in the room Anakin detested the most. No matter; Anakin could easily turn Obi-Wan’s decision against him. He was going to make Obi-Wan watch as he tore the sacred room to shreds before he did the exact same thing to Obi-Wan himself.

Anakin turned down the hall, the Chamber doors in sight. He stalked quickly towards them, lips curled back into a snarl and lightsaber in hand, eyebrows furrowed and looking up through his lashes with fierce determination. As he approached, the doors swung open, and three people walked out, leaving behind the circle of seated Council members.

The three people leaving did not notice Anakin, probably because he’s standing stock still, frozen in place. Because standing in front of the now closed Chamber doors were Qui-Gon Jinn, his padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, and a nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker.

This… He must have been thrown back in time, to the day he’d first come to the Temple. The day the Council said he was too old to be trained, despite all he’d done to be free and leave Tatooine – to leave his mother behind.

Anakin can’t tell if his heart is beating dangerously fast or if it’s stopped altogether.

Perhaps it’s the latter, because he’s sure if it was beating at all it would be deafening in his ears, and yet, as he watched Qui-Gon puts his hands on Anakin’s – on his shoulders, he heard as the man says to Obi-Wan, “I can feel your distress, Obi-Wan. No need to worry – Anakin here will be trained.”

Obi-Wan’s voice is curt, his eyes stuck to the floor. “Yes, Master.”

“Go and meditate, Obi-Wan. We will reconvene and discuss this later, when you are not shielding yourself up so fiercely.”

Hands clasped in the sleeves of his robes, Obi-Wan gives a short bow, mouth pressed into a tight line. “Yes, Master.” With that, he turned swiftly, walking towards Anakin, eyes still downcast. Anakin vaguely remembered this exact moment, how worried he’d been about becoming a Jedi that he didn’t even notice the clench in Obi-Wan’s jaw or the way he clearly avoided looking at Anakin at all.

Now, though, of course he noticed. And as he watched Obi-Wan walk to what Anakin knows will be the Room of a Thousand Fountains, a favorite spot of Obi-Wan’s, Anakin’s rage came rushing back. Not only would Obi-Wan never want Anakin the way Anakin needed him to, but it seemed he’d never wanted Anakin at all. Anakin had assumed Obi-Wan’s stand-offishness had been from grief from losing his master or perhaps even nervousness at being made a master himself so quickly. But even now – then? – Obi-Wan couldn’t even look at Anakin’s younger self.

Maybe if he killed Obi-Wan now, it would fix everything. Anakin would get a different master – maybe Qui-Gon, somehow, would survive. He’d never get to know Obi-Wan. He’d never get to fall in love with Obi-Wan. He’d never get to agonize over that love, shove it down and then push it onto another, only for Obi-Wan to take her away, too.

Gripping his ‘saber tighter, Anakin followed, staying in the shadows of the hallways and slinking into the room behind Obi-Wan. He reached out in the Force, and satisfaction unfurled in his chest went he felt that they were alone. This was it. As least Anakin was doing him a kindness, letting Obi-Wan die in a room he so loved.

But when he approached his young master, the man turned around, face red and contorted into a frown. “How could he do this?” Obi-Wan demanded, looking at Anakin as if he’d have the answer. It threw Anakin off completely, made him lose his footing and step back, eyes wide and alert. “I’m sorry, but I just- He’s just going to drop me, just like that?”

Anakin didn’t know what to do. Here was Obi-Wan, angry and hurt and talking to Anakin about it. Obi-Wan – Anakin’s Obi-Wan – was never so open, had never let his emotions show and had never turned to Anakin when dealing with them.

That threw him off, and just looking at his master had Anakin off-kilter. He was so young and so…so pretty. Obi-Wan would hide all that youth and prettiness behind a beard, trying to make himself seem older. But now, looking at his clean-shaven face, Anakin could see every freckle, the pout of his lips, the sharpness of his jaw, the brightness of his angry blue eyes.

Stars, would there ever be an Obi-Wan Anakin didn’t love? He loved him, even now, as he held his thumb over the ignition of his ‘saber.

“Not only did he bring the kid along at all, but he left his mother behind! He left her to be a slave and took the one thing she had! Her only son! And then the Council says he’s too old, his future too clouded, and Master Qui-Gon- He says he’ll train him.”

Anakin could only blink at this. Had Obi-Wan really felt that way about their leaving his mother behind? Had he really felt guilt? Anakin never would have guessed. He supposed there were times when Obi-Wan had comforted him on nights he was homesick, but only up until a certain age. And when he’d started having dreams of her, Obi-Wan had suggested they meditate, but Anakin always turned him down. And then when he’d found her, when she’d- and then he’d- He didn’t talk to Obi-Wan about it at all, only gave a terse nod at Obi-Wan’s sad eyes and soft, “I’m so very sorry, padawan mine.”

Luckily, Anakin didn’t have to think of a response, because Obi-Wan was happy to keep venting. “He says he’ll train him, and I just- I didn’t know what to do. And Master Yoda had to point out that yeah, hey, Master Qui-Gon? You already have a padawan! Right behind you! In case you forgot!” Obi-Wan threw up his hands and gestured to himself with an incredulous look. “And then he says I’m ready for the Trials, and I agreed. I have no idea why I did that! I’m not ready for the Trials! Or maybe I am, but I don’t think Master Qui-Gon thinks I am…I think he’s just anxious to get rid of me. Anything to train his precious Chosen One…”

Frowning, Anakin tried to process everything that was happening. He never knew Obi-Wan had felt this way. Anakin really had been forced onto him, a knight so young and insecure and hurt by his master’s words. But it was shocking. No one was a better Jedi than Obi-Wan Kenobi, he had to know that. It’s what Anakin loved and hated most about him.

“I just…I don’t believe that he actually thinks I’m ready,” Obi-Wan said, sighing and wrapping his arms around himself.

Looking at his master, so young and so sad, Anakin decided something. Maybe he didn’t have to kill Obi-Wan, and everything could still be different. Everything had been so terrible because Anakin wanted Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan never wanted Anakin, right? Being presented here, now, with an Obi-Wan who clearly wanted nothing more than to be wanted – the answer was obvious.

Anakin wanted to be Obi-Wan’s, but what if Obi-Wan was his?

“What if you got a new master?” Anakin finally spoke, slow and cautious. Obi-Wan looked up at him with a frown. “I mean, if he can just take on a new padawan, can’t you do the same thing? If you really don’t feel ready to be knighted?”

Frown deepening, Obi-Wan crossed his arms in front of himself, narrowing his eyes as if just now realizing he’d been talking to another person this whole time. “Who are you?”

Smiling, Anakin clipped his ‘saber onto his belt and held out his hand. “You can call me Vader.” It was, after all, his new name. “And I’d happily be your master.”

Balking, Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin’s hand and back up to his face. “Why? I don’t even know you, I don’t think I’ve even seen you here before-”

“I’m new to this Temple,” Anakin said quickly, lowering his hand as his smile grew wider. Maybe unsettlingly so, but he couldn’t help it. Obi-Wan would be his. “And I’ve heard a lot about you, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I would be happy to help you finish your training.” If Anakin let him finish. He remembered how sad he’d been when his own braid was cut, no longer tying him to Obi-Wan. He was going to keep Obi-Wan as long as possible, and then even longer than that.

“You… Really? Why?” Obi-Wan was so confused, it was so cute. Anakin was liking this idea more and more.

He thought about being the master to Obi-Wan that Obi-Wan was not to him. Of doling out praise, of being free with touches, of being as affectionate as he pleased. Finally, he could have an Obi-Wan who didn’t see him as a young boy he’d been burdened with. Maybe he’d see Anakin the way Anakin had seen him. Maybe he’d want Anakin. And Anakin would let him – he’d let him have, too.

Maybe he was sent to here, now, for a reason. “It’s the will of the Force.”

Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan scoffed. “Not you too,” he mumbled, and Anakin bit back a laugh. “Before I agree to anything, Master Vader, I have some questions for you. And we’ll have to talk to the Council, of course.”

The response was so very Obi-Wan, it made Anakin ache a little. But not for long – because this Obi-Wan… this Obi-Wan was his. “Yes, padawan,” Anakin agreed, smile fully manic now, “of course.”

prompted fic collection on ao3

#anakin w an insane smile bc he loves his little master sm he's gonna cup him in his hands and squeeze reblog if u agree #obikin #ask #prompt #my writing

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purplepinkcoruscantskies · 8 months

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Fallen Jedi Thoughts

First some general thoughts before I talk about the emotional weight of this episode:

Ahsoka and Sabine's conversation makes me want to write fanfic purely so I can understand what's going on inside their minds

the droid on droid violence is unacceptable we can't make Huyang go through that

during Marrok's duel with Ahsoka I started thinking he was Kit Fisto to prepare myself for the worst

on one hand, I'm grateful he didn't turn out to be Barriss/Starkiller/Cal or a Jedi that wouldn't make sense

on the other, I'm mad because why was there so much focus put on his identity, why was there speculation from the very first trailer and why was he the thumbnail for the series at one point

I've been thinking about the "you have no power" interaction for a while and I'm so happy that Sabine just followed it up by launching rockets at Shin's face

Baylan's philosophy is interesting for now but it's teetering right on the edge of Generic Villain Ideology so the writers better take it to interesting places. "One must destroy in order to create" sounds cool but I've heard it so many times. I think the main reason why this character is intriguing to me is purely because of Ray Stevenson he deserves all the respect.

But the way he manipulates Sabine and does seem to have a moral code definitely makes him more interesting. And speaking of the manipulation, it might make me wind up back in therapy. Not only did we get confirmation that Hera, Ezra and Zeb are Sabine's only surviving family, she went against everything Ezra would've wanted her to do in order to bring him back. This makes me nervous because I know the moment Ezra sees her he'll be 1. grateful she's alive, 2. scared she's captured, 3. absolutely furious for choosing him over the galaxy's safety and contradicting his sacrifice.

If I try to understand Sabine's actions better, this happened all after the destruction of Mandalore which is why she seemed to be living so messily on Lothal. She just doesn't have a home anymore so she's clinging to literally any trace of Ezra she can to have some shred of hope after presumably holding herself responsible for the Purge of Mandalore. She's desperate, and desperate people do desperate things.

And now ... onto Ahsoka and the World Between Worlds. As soon as the shot switched to her opening her eyes I said "it's flashback time!" out loud so that's fun. The shock written on my face when the camera slowly shifted to Hayden was comical. Like what does this mean? Is this his Force ghost? Is this a hallucination? Did Ahsoka actually manage to meet Anakin's past self in the World Between Worlds? I have so many questions (along with the theory that this could actually be Anakin).

I just hope that whatever they're planning to do, they do it well. No live action reenactments of what has already been well done in Clone Wars, just what's here now. I want a deep look in Anakin and Ahsoka' relationship and how this changed both of them for better and for worse. Anyway, I can't wait for next week and I'm pretty certain that whatever's going to happen is going to break the fandom considering the hype that's already building up and the fact it's being shown in cinemas.

#star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka show #ahsoka spoilers

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hylialeia · 2 years

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based a little bit on that last post, can i ask your thoughts on kylo ren. what were the sequels even trying to do with him, and what went wrong (or right, ig)?

This assumes the Sequels knew what they wanted to do with any of their characters Part of the issue here is that the writers tried to leave things too open instead of just committing to a single story, resulting in the nonsensical tug-of-war from movie to movie where no one got a consistent story arc. Another is that I don't think the original concept they crafted for Kylo was ever going to work for that open-road approach.

Consider: The Force Awakens wanted Kylo to be a reverse Anakin, ending up in the same position as Vader in the OT, but ultimately for the opposite reasons. Whereas Anakin struggled his whole life with the pull of the Dark Side, Kylo explicitly struggles against the pull of the Light; he doubles down on his commitment to evil for his own purposes. It's also worth noting that none of the films ever actually provide a motivation for Kylo in the way they do for Anakin, who we’re shown in the Prequels sought power because he became obsessively afraid of losing the people he loved (extremely in-line with his backstory as a slave on Tatooine). And no, I'm not counting books or additional materials as valid explanations; Kylo is a main character in the Sequel Trilogy, so this information should have been part of the actual story, not a DVD extra.

Furthermore, one of the things the Sequels actually do commit to is showing how Kylo's cruelty is a form of compensation; he's presented as childish, entitled, volatile, and insecure, evoking a completely different atmosphere than Darth Vader in the Original Trilogy. He destroys control panels with his lightsaber, wears a mask that he doesn't even need, and panics when Rey can tell he's only mimicking Vader's power. In the same way Anakin once tried to be the perfect Jedi Knight, Kylo is trying to be a perfect Sith Lord.

And I definitely think this is an interesting character route to go, using the clear parallels with Vader to showcase how different they actually are... but it begs the question, how do you carry out a story arc for a character who acts like this? And what do you do when the evil coalition you've aligned this character with is narratively the same as the fascist-coded tyrannical Empire from the OT? And what do you do when that character is also the only next-generation member of the main family these movies have all been following along with?

This is where I feel putting Kylo in Vader's position of the Empire-aligned antagonist AND secret family member really starts to backfire, because there’s no satisfying ending for him. Redemption? He’s a willing participant in a fascist regime (which blew up five planets, not that any of the movies ever feel like addressing this). No redemption? He’s the only next-gen Skywalker, the son of Leia Organa and Han Solo, the last member of the family this entire franchise has been building up for fifty years. Redemption through death (AKA, the option we actually ended up with)? Repetitive, literally a copy of what happened to Vader; plus, if you were against redemption, it feels half-assed, and if you were for it, he ends up dead. Everybody loses.

But then again, good writing can pull off virtually any of these options, can’t it? And therein lies the final issue: the Sequel Trilogy and its characters are poorly written. From their backstories to their current arcs and motivations, they’re inconsistent, designed to be appealing blank canvases for projection--for better or worse.

Let’s go back to the OT. Darth Vader is the villain, yes, but the way the OT handles his arc is with clear purpose and awareness; he's Luke's foil, Luke's potential future, Luke's father. Even his redemption is more about Luke's character than his own, focusing on Luke's insistence that there's good in him and that he can find a way to bring it out (thus his last words: "You were right, Luke. Tell your sister, you were right"). When you take into account the Prequel Trilogy, it's also clear that Anakin is meant to be sympathetic, his fall playing out as a tragedy orchestrated through circumstances largely beyond his control. He struggled against darkness and failed, suffered throughout his life, and in the end is pulled back into the light by his son before he dies, going out with one last act of defiance. His arc is structured. Planned. Fine-tuned, even, for his character.

I don’t think the Sequels ever knew what they wanted to do with Kylo, and certainly not to this extent. If they were going for a redemption, they shot themselves in the foot with their repetitive story concept more than anything else.

#this ask reminded me of when everyone was trying the gauge your morality by whether you liked kylo ren or not #like you were anti feminist if you didn't you were pro fascist if you did #sequel trilogy discourse was insane and not nearly well written enough to justify the ride or die mentality it inspired #anyway tl;dr: kylo as he's written is boring to me and I could have written him better #ask #anonymous #star wars #sw meta #do I tag his character in this?#I guess #kylo ren

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FFFX Recs

Five Figure Fanwork Exchange (fffx ) produced a bumper crop of fic this year! And I am sliding in with my recs at the last minute before they de-anonymize, because I ahve been tired and worn and have had very little brain space for reading anything but old favorites in the last several weeks. I highly encourage you to go read through the collection, because my recs are affected by the fact that I was not able to read as many as I would have otherwise done. (The less mental energy I have, the less widely I read.)

I recieved an absolutely AMAZING fic in the Moon Knight fandom. This was absolutely delightful. I particularly loved the way it took my expectations and turned them upside down.

The Valleys Where Shadows Dwell (14663 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Moon Knight (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly & Steven Grant & Jake Lockley & Marc Spector, Layla El-Faouly/Steven Grant/Marc Spector Characters: Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector, Steven Grant (Marvel), Jake Lockley Additional Tags: Psychological Drama, Hallucinations, Ancient Egyptian Literature & Mythology, Mission Fic, Superheroes Summary:

Layla wants to understand Taweret better, and communicate with her better. She doesn't expect this to result in her taking a quick return back to Cairo to fight psychic monsters, but such is apparently the role of a superhero.

Other Recs:

I have not seen you sin (10406 words) by Anonymous

Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Celebrimbor | Telperinquar & Finarfin | Arafinwë Characters: Finarfin | Arafinwë, Celebrimbor | Telperinquar, And many other Finwëans Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, War, Reembodiment, Darkening of Valinor, First Age of Arda (Tolkien), Third Age of Arda (Tolkien) Summary:

Three times Finarfin tries to help Celebrimbor, and grows to love him in spite of the tension between their branches of the family.

All Things Change (12016 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bail Organa/Breha Organa Characters: Bail Organa, Breha Organa, Sheev Palpatine, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Mon Mothma, Mace Windu, Sateen Vestswe, Agrippa Aldrete Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Politics, Established Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Jedi Friendly Summary:

Bail closed his eyes to the Death Star destroying his planet. He opened his eyes to his wife-to-be proposing marriage. Some things were definitely not as they should be.

Mara Jade (8 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mara Jade Additional Tags: Fanart

Sanctuary For A House Spider (12710 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hobie Brown/Miles Morales/Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen Characters: Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen, Hobie Brown, Miguel O'Hara, Peter Benjamin Parker | Spider-Man Noir Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Protective Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy | Spider-Gwen Needs a Hug, Miles Morales Needs a Hug, Literal Sleeping Together, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Underage Drinking Summary:

After getting kicked out of Spider Society and being left to deal with the consequences in her home dimension, Gwen is eager to get away. The watch left for her by Hobie gives her exactly what she needs.

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After successfully (For the most part) saving his dad and getting thrown through buildings and other people alike by the Spot, Miles is ready to be anywhere but home. The watch left for him by Hobie gives him exactly what he needs.

From the Waters (6237 words) by Anonymous Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Niënor Níniel & Turgon Characters: Niënor Níniel, Turgon of Gondolin (Tolkien), Tuor (Tolkien), Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Niënor Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Family, Hope vs. Despair Summary:

Niënor leapt from the cliff.

She did not die, for Ulmo was there, and he wished another to go to Gondolin with a message.

Adventures in Retirement (10693 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Stargate SG-1 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Poe Dameron & Jack O'Neill' Characters: Poe Dameron, Jack O'Neill, Finn (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Rey (Star Wars), Luke Skywalker Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Mentors, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions Summary:

Poe approaches Jack with an opportunity to free Skaara from Gou'auld possession and strike a blow to the First Order at the same time. Along the way, they pick up two orphans and visit more swamps than Jack would like. (The number of swamps Jack would like to visit is none.)

The Kingdom Under the Hill (29000 words) by Anonymous Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia - C. S. Lewis, Die zertanzten Schuhe | The Twelve Dancing Princesses (Fairy Tale) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Polly Plummer/Eldest Princess Characters: Polly Plummer, Eldest Princess, Youngest Princess, Ten Other Princesses, King, Digory Kirke Additional Tags: Fairy Tale Retellings, canon fusion, Reluctant Adventurer, Family Secrets, Family Drama, with Magic!, which is probably the messiest kind Summary:

What with the mysterious mountain, magical mist and twelve dancing princesses who may or may not be under a terrible curse, Polly's peaceful holiday is shaping up to be anything but.

She mostly doesn't mind.

#fic rec #fanfic #moon knight #chronicles of narnia #silmarillion #star wars

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