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alegendoftomorrow · 14 days

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We'll Make It Out

Summary: As the new Jedi Commander of the Bad Batch you aren’t exactly well liked by your new team, who view you as a babysitter. Except for Echo, who understands better then most what it’s like to be on the outside. When a mission goes sideways you start to lose faith in yourself, in your squad, in everyone but Echo, who won’t let you give up.

Character: Echo and F!Jedireader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 2,782

Warnings: Canon typical violence and peril, minor injury, mention of blood.... I think that's it.

A/N: This is my second entry for the incredible secret gift exchange hosted by @cloneficgiftexchange you are so incredible and thank you so much for doing these amazing events, and giving me a reason to finally write again! I have never gotten to write for any of the Bad Batch boys and I was super excited to do this prompt especially as I got to explore the Batch's earlier days and work in a little about the way they may have originally viewed Echo and a new leader of the squad. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone, but I took a risk and tried something new for the wonderful @orbital-mirror. I hope you enjoy this fun little piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!! As always, any comments or reblogs with your thoughts are appreciated.

“Echo, look out!” You shouted to be heard about the blaster fire as you raced towards the former arc trooper currently being surrounded and cornered by a legion of Droids.

He spun towards your voice and managed to blast the three shots needed to dismantle the droids that had snuck up behind him, while you ignited your lightsabers and flipped in front of him to slice through the remaining ones there.

“I’ll handle the rest of these you get that door open and try not to trip the alarm this time,” you ordered. Echo grumbled something but it was hard to hear through his helmet modulator as he jogged toward the metal door built against the mountainside you were currently cornered on. Inserting his scop into the lock and beginning to twist as he typed hurriedly on the pad.

You took a stance in front of him and spun your two lightsabers back and forth as you guarded him and yourself from the relentless blaster fire. Your eyes scanned back and forth as you reached out and connected with the force around you. Feeling the reverberations in the ground and the change in the air pressure as you blocked each blast by near instinct alone.

“I don’t mean to rush you, but there’s more coming,” you said breathlessly. A sheen of sweat coated your forehead as you tossed one of your sabers up high in the air, reaching your hand out and using the force to shove the first few rows of the advancing battalion back into each other. The clock of metal and their high-pitched voices adding to the chaos as you spun and caught your saber again before it hit the ground.

“I’m doing the best I—got it! Go get inside I’ll cover you,” Echo said loudly. You didn’t even hesitate as you felt him stand and move towards you. You blocked one more shot before you took off into the dark maw of the now open tunnel, turning and calling out for Echo as he walked backwards into the tunnel after you.

One press of your fingers has your lightsabers disengaged and back on your belt before you flick your wrist to close the door and spin the lock. Echo blasts the control panel with two shots.

“How long will that buy us?” You ask. Shifting on your feet and doing a poor job of keeping the nerves from your voice. Regretting volunteering for an assignment you clearly weren’t ready for.

“Not long enough,” Echo replied dryly.

“That’s very helpful thank you,” you said with only a hint of sarcasm as Echo gives you five more seconds to catch your breath before he starts moving deeper into the tunnels. Hugging the wall with his body as he taps the side of his helmet to turn on the light there. You just reignite one of your lightsabers.

You couldn’t see his face behind his gray and red helmet, the matching colors of the squad you’d been newly appointed, the same squad who were not at all happy to have a Jedi babysitting them. Especially one so young. A newly minted jedi knight. A product of a war that needed more commanders and generals then there were master’s and knights to fill. You hadn’t been ready for the trials, you’d tried to argue against them, but your master said you were ready, and you had passed them easily enough. Yet, the seed of doubt had remained. Growing and festering like a vine around your heart, all the way until you’d been sent to Kamino to work with a newly minted, highly specialized squad. They’d been on assignments before without a Jedi, but a recent mission had gone sideways and resulted in half the team coming back in various casts and bandages, requiring month long stays in Bacta tanks before they could resume training. Plus, they’d gained a new member, a former Arc Trooper and rescued POW. Since then, the Generals had decided the Bad Batch could use a Jedi’s supervision. At least temporarily.

No one on the squad had been happy with your appearance. No one that is except for Echo. He always made sure you had a seat and were included in plans, even if the others looked at you suspiciously and had on more than one occasion tried to leave you. He stood up for you when the others got snippy or ignored you entirely. You knew realistically that he was simply doing it because he was used to following a Jedi’s command, part of you couldn’t help the warm feeling that spread over your chest every time he did something kind for you. A feeling you did your best to mediate away every morning. To little effect.

“Come on, the coordinates Tech gave us show the control room should be down this hall and to the left,” Echo’s voice cut through your wondering thoughts and brought you back to him.

Nodding your head you searched up ahead through the force for any signatures of life but found nothing. You took that to mean the other members of your squad had done their part in causing a diversion leaving you and Echo free to get the stollen plans and leave behind a virus that would wipe out the Separatist’s systems here.

Easy.

“Hey! You’re not supposed to be here,” a droid called when you unlocked the door to the control room. His metal finger pointed at you while he reached for his blaster. Echo and you were swifter.

“Get the files to Tech and plant the virus I’ll watch the door,” you said. Stepping back into the hallway as Echo inserted his scomp link into the port and began to search for the files.

“On it commander,” he replied. His eyes shifting over the screen far faster then you could keep up with.

You really wished they’d drop it with the commander title and just call you your name but, that seemed a habit you couldn’t break any of them of. Though you got the impression only Echo actually did it as a respect for your authority, of which you question daily. Especially now as you flicked your gaze to the hallway, a sense of dread building at the base of your spine as you could hear the banging of droids firing against the metal door. You tried to find the peace within yourself that always seemed easier for those around you to find. Imagining you were back at the Temple, sitting underneath the flowering tree in the courtyard as you watched the pink petals float down to the pebbled ground. The image only helped for a moment as you refocused your attention back to Echo. He seemed unfazed by any of it. Working quickly and silently aside from the faint whirring of his scop every now and then. Somehow, he looked more at peace then you did.

“Are you almost—”

Bang! The sound of the door at the end of the hall being blown to bits made you wince and reignite your saber on instinct. Echo was already beside you when you turned back to get him. His hand on your bicep as if he intended to yank you somewhere. The sounds of droids shouting orders and marching down the hall in time with your rapid heartbeat made you ignore whatever Echo’s hand there had meant and instead trade your sabers out for your comm link as the pair of you raced down the hall.

“Tech please tell me you’re there?”

“Yes, commander we read you,” Tech’s voice was staticky. Probably due to being underground but you hoped he could hear you enough as you sprinted for your life. Opening and closing any doors you came across.

“We’re going to need an immediate pick up!” You shouted a little more frantically then you meant to.

“Sorry commander that’ll have to wait,” Tech said again.

“Wait for what?!” you shouted back.

“It seems your earlier light show display set off a series of silent alarms that alerted the commander of the base that we are here. So, we’re—” There was a pause as the static grew worse and Hunter’s muffled voice could be heard shouting something about Fighter’s on their tail. “Yes, yes, I see them. We’re fine.”

“Tech!” Echo shouted now through his own comm.

“We will have to use the secondary agreed extraction point as the first one is now overrun.”

“We won’t make it to the second extraction point,” Echo says as you force open another door which had dead ended in a hanger bay. There’s no way out.

“See this is why we shouldn’t have agreed to work with a Jedi. Or a reg,” Crosshair’s voice drawled over the comms. You didn’t need the force to sense his aggravated disapproval that he and his brothers were being forced to reassess their plans for the two of you. That they were being thrown back into danger because of you.

“Stow it Crosshair,” Echo snapped. “Just be at the extraction point. We’ll make it there.”

You did not share his hope as you slammed the door on a droid’s face, ducking the incoming blaster shot he’d managed to get off. They were right. This was your fault. Your poor leadership instincts had led you and Echo to be trapped down here while the others were trapped in the sky.

“Copy that,” Tech’s voice said plainly and then the comm cut out.

The second extraction point was several miles away from the command tunnels you were in now, there was no way you were going to make it there. Not trapped like you were with a virus about to short circuit every piece of technology in here and a battalion of droids outside the only blast door you could see.

“Commander over here.”

You didn’t know when Echo had left your side, but you followed his voice until you found him halfway in a small gunship used to protect the supply ships that came in and out of here. It was just big enough for two people. A pilot and a gunner.

“Can you fly this ship?”

“I—” The droids were carving their way through the door. You couldn’t do this. Sure you could fly the ship but what then? The mission had gone wrong because of you. If someone else would have been here they wouldn’t have needed lightsabers, they wouldn’t have tripped the silent alarms. Echo would be safe. The men you were supposed to lead and protect would be safe.

“Commander,” Echo’s voice pulled your attention back to him as he pulled his helmet off and looked at you with a face that was so stern yet he had the softest pair of eyes you’d ever seen. “Our only way out of here is this ship. Now I can’t fly it, so I need you to do it. Okay? Can you do that? Please,” he added. His attention still solely dedicated to you despite the banging and shouting coming from behind the pair of you and the racing of your own heart. Right here there was only him. Only Echo.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. Clearing your throat and nodding your head. “Yes, I can fly it.”

“Then get in and get it started, I’ll open the bay doors and we can go.” He’s gone again before you can argue.

Hoping in the cockpit your hands move on their own. Using your memory and placing trust in the force that hums around you louder than before, you flip the engine switches and grip the controls steering it around into position as you wait for Echo to swing himself up onto the wing and then flip into the gunner’s seat behind you.

The canopy doesn’t close fast enough. You’re too focused on the controls. The force tugs and pulls your attention to the back but you ignore it in favor of making sure you don’t crash. It’s only after you hear a muffled scream of agony that’s quickly swallowed up by the sound of the roaring engine that you bother to look back. To see Echo’s shoulder smoking with a brand-new blaster wound through it.

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“Echo, we have to stop,” you begged as you marched through the heavy underbrush in search of the clearing that was pinging on your outstretched data pad. “Please, I know I’m no doctor, but I can patch you up.”

“It’s fine commander I’m… fine,” Echo’s voice was weak and even though he’d turned off the sound on their walk so you couldn’t hear the pained breaths and heavy pants, you could feel them there. Feel them in the way his force signature wavered and spiked. Hotter and louder than it usually was and growing colder.

“No, you’re not fine you—”

“Commander please!” he panted loudly. Resting his scomp against a tree to get some weight off his legs as he looked over at you. You winced at his harsh tone and even if you couldn’t see his face, the way he lowered his voice showed he regretted it. “I’m fine. There are scouts looking for us and if we don’t make it to the extraction point, we could be stuck here.”

“And if you bleed out on the way there then were both dead anyway.”

“No, you’ll be fine. You keep going if I start to—”

“I’m not leaving you Echo! You’re stuck with me out here, so if you pass out from blood loss then I’m going to sit down right next to you and face whatever comes for us. Even if it kills the both of us. It’s my job to protect you, so stop arguing with me and sit down so I can patch you up.”

Echo stood frozen in front of you before finally solely nodding his head. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated. Walking over to him and helping him sit so you could take off his shoulder piece and helmet to assess the damage. It wasn’t as bad as you expected, but his blacks were quickly filling up with blood and the circular wound was blackened. You pulled a Bacta patch from your kit and carefully applied it to his shoulder. Apologizing at the slight hiss that left his lips as you did so.

“It’s fine Meshla,” he whispered. His eyes widening when we realized what he’d said. Apologizing and looking away as you went back to work.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“What?”

“Mesh’la,” you repeated.

He looked away again and flushed a faint pink along his pale cheeks. Pausing for a moment before looking back over at and giving you a gentle smile. One you’d never seen before.

“We make it out of this I’ll tell you,” He promised.

“That’s not fair,” you whined. Leaning down to kiss the bandage you’d put on his shoulder without thinking about it. “How will I know if we don’t make it out?”

“I…” he gaped at you for a moment, and it was only his bewildered expression that made you realize what you’d done. Now it was your turn to blush and duck your head. Handing him back his shoulder piece and helping him attach it without looking anywhere near his eyes.

You force lifted his helmet over to your hands as the pair of you stood. Running your fingers over the edge of it before offering it back to him. His gloved hand brushed yours for the briefest of moments when he took it back.

“Then I guess it will just have to be a mystery,” he said quietly again. His tone almost hinting that he was smiling again, and it was enough to make you meet his eyes again. Rewarded for a fraction of second with a smile you could tell used to cross his face more often.

“We’ll make it out,” you said firmly. Wrapping your hands briefly around the hilts of your lightsabers and finding yourself calm again despite it all. Not because you’d imagined the tree at the Temple, or your master’s kind teachings, but because Echo was smiling at you.

“You know I meant if we survive the whole war, right?” he almost teased as he clicked his helmet back into place. Leaving you with only the memory of his smile to reply for the rest of your life.

“No, no, no can’t change the rules like that,” you argued with no intentional malice. Letting yourself laugh quietly for the first time in…. too long. “You alright enough to walk again?”

He nodded his head. “Wherever you lead commander.”

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moonflowerdamie · 5 months

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the injury of finally knowing you

Word Count: 7.9k

Title from 'Unknown/Nth' by Hozier

*****

You’re frozen. Sabine is skewered on the end of a guttering orange lightsaber, her eyes wide in shock and pain, immobilised, and you’re frozen.

You’d heard her distress call, you and Ahsoka both, and had come as quickly as you could. You’d both drawn your sabers—the blue of yours with the white of your master’s lighting up the interior of the rattling ship—before Huyang had even opened the drop-doors. Ready to fight, ready for action.

And then Sabine’s assailant had turned in the headlights and you’d turned to stone.

It’s been years—years—and her hair is different, her frame taller and leaner, but you know those eyes. You’d know them anywhere.

“Shin.” You breathe, and you feel something you thought was dead reawaken in your chest.

She meets your eyes for a split-second, fear and anger and brief recognition flashing across her face, before she turns tail and runs.

She doesn’t look back.

*****

Once Sabine is stabilised in the medbay on Lothal, Ahsoka finds you.

“You knew her.” You look up from your hands. Your master leans against the door to Sabine’s room, staring at you with an unreadable expression. You hate it when she does that; it makes you feel scrutinised, like the Togruta is peeling back the layers of your skin, staring at your very essence.

“The mercenary.” She prompts after a moment of silence. You sigh. Though the conversation was almost certainly inevitable, you’d hoped it could wait until after Sabine was up and about again; she was a pain in the ass, but your best friend, and you’d always dealt with things better when she was around. Things, this time, being the sudden reappearance of a girl you’d thought was lost to you.

“I do. I used to, anyway.”

Ahsoka stays quiet but raises an eyebrow. Go on, she gestures.

“Back on Aris, my home planet—before I got out—Shin was…” you trail off. How do you even begin to describe what you and Shin were to each other? Barely teenagers, you’d found one another in the dusty underworld of your shithole of a planet. Both orphans, friendless, starving, you’d stuck together, first for convenience and necessity, and then, after trust was built and connection found, for companionship. She’d been your only light in the darkness of your life, and you the same for her.

My sunshine, that’s what she used to call you. With that achingly fond smile, the one that made your heart skip and your hands shake. She’d brush her hands against your cheek, brush lips against your temple, and then you’d share the food you’d both scavenged for the day, huddled together for warmth in some back alley or abandoned building.

What had you been to each other? Something undefined, something unable to be put into words. You’d sunk desperate teeth into one another, searching for survival, searching for a home neither of you had anymore. She stuck to the back of your teeth even now, over a decade later. How on earth could you compress what Shin had been to you into something understandable?

“Shin was my friend.” Is what you settle on, averting your eyes, swallowing harshly. “We hung around together when we were kids. Scavenged food, kept each other out of trouble.”

“What happened?” Your master asks and you wince at the memory of what came next.

“There was a man. Baylan, he said his name was. Came to us both one night saying he could…he could sense us. The Force, I mean.” You bring your hands together in your lap and take a breath, fighting to keep your voice steady. “He said he wanted to train us, to—to help us, and…”

You still remember the look on Shin’s face, how her eyes had glimmered as Baylan spoke of freedom, of power beyond your wildest dreams. You feel sick even now, just thinking of it.

“He offered to get us out. To take us with him, away from Aris. I…I didn’t trust him. He felt—dark. But Shin, she didn’t listen when I told her something was up with him.”

You had fought that night, your first and only fight. Shin was frustrated that you couldn’t see the opportunity Baylan was offering, and you were afraid. Afraid of what would become of you if you went with this stranger. Afraid of the girl you knew—the girl you loved—being changed into something she wasn’t. And so—

“Shin left. She went with Baylan, and I stayed on Aris for a few more years. Then, made my way to you. I never saw her again. Until last night.”

You’re trembling by the end of your story, and Ahsoka places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Heart clenching, you swallow back the lump in your throat. Pull it together.

“She had a padawan braid.” Sitting up, swiping a hand down your face, you focus up. Ahsoka nods.

“Which means she’s probably taking the map to her master—to Baylan.”

“We have to get it back, Master.”

“We do. We will.”

*****

The next time you see Shin, she tries to kill you.

Sabine and Ahsoka are occupied with the other one, with his full-face mask and spinning double-saber, leaving you to chase after her.

You call her name through the trees that seem to cover half the surface of Seatos, and when she stops running and turns to face you, there’s a wildness in her eyes that takes the breath from your lungs.

“Shin.” You say again, voice soft, panting from your race through the forest. Her jaw ticks at the sound of her name, hands clenched in fists by her sides. You take a step towards her, hoping for—you don’t even know what you were hoping for—and then her lightsaber ignites and comes swinging at you.

You manage to dodge her strike, heart cracking as you grab your own weapon and ignite the blue blade, not even getting a chance to decide if you really want to do this—if you really will fight her, the girl you once rested your head upon, who once called you sunshine with adoration in her eyes—before she’s attacking again, lightsaber arcing towards your head.

You catch the swing and hold it, grunting in effort as she bears down. Your faces are inches apart, lit by the glow of your weapons, and a warring plethora of emotions rage against your ribcage.

A part of you wants to step back, to sheath your blade and plead with her. You want to tell her you were wrong not to go with her, that she was wrong to leave—that no matter what, you should’ve stayed together, because she had been your only family for years and you had loved her and—fuck—you love her now, even still, after all this time.

But this is not the Shin you once knew. This girl, with snarling, snapping teeth and feral eyes, she is not the girl you once called home. She is changed, just as you feared she would be, and you sense that if you try to reason with her, she will simply run you through, just as she did Sabine.

So, you grit your teeth. Push back against her and send her stumbling back a step. And when you collide again, both of you have murder in your eyes.

The fighting is brutal and quick; Shin is clearly well-trained and you barely manage to parry her strikes, using all your energy to keep yourself in the battle. Your blades clash and hum angrily, lighting up the clearing as you charge each other.

You’re not sure you’d have survived if not for Ahsoka and Sabine taking out Shin’s accomplice. Your knees are close to buckling, arms shaking violently as Shin’s head whips around to see her masked partner dissolve in a burst of green smoke. Shock is evident on her face, lips parting and eyes widening, and she steps away from you. Your arms drop to your sides, breath escaping you in wheezes and coughs.

There’s a moment then, where you see the chance: her attention is drawn, she’s distracted; you could just kill her now, one clean slice, and be rid of her. But you know the way she haunts you—her memory has lingered for over a decade now, slicking your gums, nestling in your bones. Death would not keep her away.

Besides, some stupid part of you still has hope. Hope that, one day, she will smile at you again, call you sunshine in that lilting accent of hers, and you will finally come home to each other.

That day seems a long way off when she turns back to you, fury boiling over in her eyes, before throwing a smoke bomb at your feet and racing away.

*****

Ahsoka goes over the cliff, Sabine hands over the map to Baylan, and all in all, it could’ve gone better.

Now, you’re sitting in a holding cell—bare, apart from the solid metal ledge you suppose counts as a bed—with your hands bound and your head absolutely pounding, flying on a giant golden ring through hyperspace towards perhaps the one man with the power to restart the Empire. Outnumbered, outgunned, and fresh out of ideas. Fucking brilliant.

You’re leaning back with your eyes shut and your head on the cool metal of the cell, trying to alleviate your headache, when the door to your prison slides open with a hiss.

You don’t open your eyes. You can sense her now, feel her presence—both of you now being strong with the Force is probably to blame for that extra fun little sixth sense.

“What do you want?” You ask flatly. Defeated, exhausted and more than a little angry, you want to be left alone.

Shin doesn’t answer, but you hear her step into the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

You sigh and open your eyes, staring defiantly up at her as she lingers by the entrance. She’s watching you, eyes intense but also curious. Her lightsaber hangs from her belt, a visible threat, but you don’t feel anger coming from her like you did on Seatos. The air sizzles with unspoken words and thick tension.

“Y/N.” She finally speaks, and it feels like a relief to hear your name rounded by her voice after so many years. It seems to catch between her teeth though, uncertain, and you huff out a mirthless laugh.

“So you do remember me.”

“Of course I remember you.” She almost spits, that familiar fury bubbling under her tone, and you raise an eyebrow. You see her swallow, eyelids fluttering, reigning herself in.

“It’s been a while.” You remark, unsure of what to do. She has all the power here; you’re on her ship, shackled in her prison, weaponless, armourless, defenceless. Yet somehow you feel her wavering. She seems just as uncertain as you, just as…lost.

She inclines her head in agreement and takes a step forward, saying nothing. You keep quiet too, for no other reason than you simply do not know what to say. What can you say? To Shin, what can even be said? ‘You have changed and it scares me but somehow you still keep a piece of my heart’? ‘You left me and it damn near killed me, but god you’re so pretty it hurts’? No, you can say none of it, none of how you feel, so you stay silent.

“You’re a Jedi now.” She ventures after a while and you shrug.

“I guess. I’m not fully trained yet, plus Ahsoka isn’t technically a Jedi, so.”

Another stretch of silence.

“What’s it like?”

You cock your head in confusion. Shin looks smaller now, more vulnerable, and it baffles you. Angers you too. She has you locked up in here, comes to see you of her own free will after god knows how many years apart, just to..what? Make small talk? Fuck that.

“What’s it like? You left me, left me stranded on that hellhole without a second thought, tried to kill me and have taken me prisoner and you come here to ask what training to be a Jedi is like?” You say, venom in your tone, hands clenching into fists as rage climbs the ladder of your ribcage.

Shin starts towards you, eyebrows furrowing. Her mouth opens to reply but you cut her off, lost to the currents of your rising anger.

“We were supposed to stick together, Shin, that was how it worked. I needed you and you needed me and we survived together.” You rise from your seat, blood roaring in your ears, heart pounding as all the hurt, all the confusion and the pain and the anger comes flooding out of you.

“I told you not to go with him and you didn’t listen.” You take a step towards her. She is motionless, eyes stuck on you. “I told you not to leave me, and you did it anyway.” You’re getting louder, losing control. You’re barely a metre apart now, your chest heaving as she watches you.

You step into her personal space, inches apart.

“You told me we’d stay together no matter what and you fucking lied. You abandoned me.”

Shin, who has been silent throughout your little rant, finally reacts, mouth drawing into a thin line as you practically corner her against the wall.

“I didn’t abandon you.” She whispers, and her voice is hurt. It surprises you enough to suck in a quick breath, eyes darting about her face. “We were both supposed to go with Baylan. You were supposed to come too.”

It feels like your heart is crumbling to dust as you stare at her, realising the pain she’s in. You can see her clearly, can see the girl you knew hiding behind a hard mask of stoic indifference. She’s still there, just tucked away behind anger and hurt and suffering, and it feels like breathing for the first time to know it.

“Shin.” You breathe, wanting to reach for her but your hands are bound; wanting to run from her but the door is locked. All you can do is stare, try to convey everything you’re feeling with the weight you put on her name.

The moment is broken by the communications panel of her vambrace beeping loudly and insistently. You step back, dazed, blinking and trying to come back to yourself. Shin seems similarly disarmed, shaking her head and clearing her throat before looking down at the message. She furrows her brow. You want to ask her what’s wrong, want to ask her to stay. But you don’t get the chance. She taps a response out, the door to the cell opens, and she leaves without a word.

After she’s gone, the door closed behind her again, you slump back against the wall. Your mind is spinning, heart twisting itself into knots. You don’t know what you’re going to do now—Shin is technically the enemy, and her master killed your master, but she is also the girl you loved, the girl you love, and you feel light-headed with all the complications.

You slide to the ground, rest your head against your knees. You’re fucked and you know it.

*****

Peridea is beautiful, in its own deserted, haunting way. The Noti take you in, and Ezra is going home, Ahsoka is alive and Sabine seems to be making her own peace, and yet you remain restless.

It’s not just being stuck in an unreachable galaxy, far away from everything you’ve ever known, whilst a warlord capable of unspeakable evil speeds away to destroy all you worked to rebuild—though it’s certainly not helping.

Aside from that, you’re restless. And you know why.

You can still feel her.

After the fight, after Ahsoka offered her hand and Shin ran, you’d assumed that would be the last of it. She’d isolate herself on some remote corner of the planet and starve, and you’d finally find some measure of peace. But no.

She’s there—barely—but there all the same. At the edge of your awareness, tiptoeing on the borders of your consciousness. Her presence is hazy, cloudy, but undeniable. You don’t know if she’s a mile away or hundreds, but she’s there. Her confusion, her anger, her desperation…it’s all buzzing just out of reach, millimetres from your fingertips, and you’re not sure if you want to grasp for it or shove it away. You try both. Neither works.

The days roll on and you fall into a routine of sorts: you wake with the sun, spar with Sabine, help out with chores around camp; you meditate with Ahsoka, practice your lightsaber forms and sleep when the moon rises. All of it is permeated by that tickle in the back of your brain, that sense, her.

You know your friends notice the distance in your eyes—both Ahsoka and Sabine approach you separately to ask what’s bothering you, but you give them the same non-answer: ‘I’m just worried about home.’ You can tell neither of them believe you, but thankfully, neither of them push the issue.

You’re sure you’d have gone mildly insane with it, had she not shown up that night.

*****

The hand slapped over your mouth jolts you from a turbulent sleep, and your eyes widen in shock as you immediately begin to squirm, trying to throw your attacker off. It’s dark out, with only the stars lighting the sky, and your eyes haven’t adjusted yet, so you can’t see your assailant.

Panic rises in your chest, heart pounding as you try to yell, only for the sound to get muffled by the gloved fingers curling over your lips. You toss and turn, slapping at the arm of your attacker, trying to bite their fingers, kick them, claw them, anything.

“Shh, shh, stop it. It’s me, it’s me.” The person hisses, alarmed, and your body goes slack with a mixture of shock and relief.

“…Shin?” You whisper once the hand is removed from your mouth. You blink rapidly, and Shin’s face comes into focus above yours. Her eyes are wide and frantic, dirt smudged across her cheeks. She looks wild, looks skittish, and you can’t even begin to describe how you’re feeling.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Is what comes out of your mouth after you’ve composed yourself a little, sitting up quickly, narrowly avoiding headbutting her.

She shuffles backwards and her eyes dart to the ground, like she hadn’t expected the question. That pisses you off to no end—she fucking snuck into your camp in the dead of night, like some kind of predator, and now she has the audacity to look sheepish?!

“Seriously, Shin, start talking, or I swear to—”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Her voice is small, weak, and it’s just then that you notice the way her left arm is hanging, slack and limp, by her side. Blood covers her armour and sleeve, some dried and some still dripping, and immediately your brows furrow.

“What happened?” Your tone is low and concerned, and you reach for her hand without even thinking about it. She flinches away and you draw your hand back quick as lightning. You mutter an apology under your breath.

“Bandits. I tried to join them…to rule them, but they mutinied. I wasn’t quick enough. One of them got me with their sword.”

There’s pain in her voice now, and it’s clear to you that she’s struggling. She wouldn’t have come to you unless she really needed help.

Part of you wants to turn her away. Wants to tell her to get lost and to stay the hell away from you; there’s still a lot of unresolved tension between the two of you, with your history both old and recent. She’d abandoned you. She’d tried to kill you, for heaven’s sake.

But, looking into her eyes, you see that girl you knew on Aris. You see Shin, your Shin, and you know you can’t leave her like this. You sigh. Stand up and jut your chin towards the log settlement around the fire in the middle of camp.

“Come on, then.” You start walking, not waiting for her to follow. You start gathering the supplies you’ll need to clean and wrap her wound, and when you turn back around, you see Shin sat by the fire, warming her hands. It’s pitiful and endearing in equal amounts, and you shake your head to try and rid yourself of those soft-rounded thoughts.

Once you have everything you need, you take a seat next to her. Her eyes dart your way, a flicker of…something glimmering deep within them, but you can’t afford to overanalyse right now—not with how blood still drips from Shin’s fingers, how she has started to shiver.

“I need to touch you to help you.” You murmur, warning her, and she nods faintly in return, turning back to face the fire. The flames cast a warm glow over her cheeks, making her seem softer. That biting edge, that snarling fury you’ve come to know of her seems a distant memory as you begin to cut away her sleeve, being mindful not to nick her skin or graze the wound.

A quiet sigh of relief escapes your lips once you finally see the full extent of the wound; it’s a deep cut—you can see where the sword bit into her arm, swung likely with a fair amount of force—and it’s probably causing Shin a decent amount of pain, but it doesn’t look like it’ll cause lasting damage. It’ll almost definitely scar, but she’ll heal. She’ll be alright.

You’re not sure why that makes you feel so much quieter inside.

The process of cleaning her arm is methodical, relaxing. You lose yourself in it for a while. Silence settles over the two of you like a comfortable blanket, enveloping you in a world of your own, and you haven’t felt this peaceful since before Lothal.

Surprisingly, it’s Shin who speaks first. You’ve applied some bacta to the cut, wiped the blood and grime away, and you’re just waiting for her to bolt—the job finished, your services no longer required—when she opens her mouth.

“Baylan abandoned me.”

The words are measured, quiet, but you can hear the betrayal and the hurt seeping into her tone. You swallow, unsure of what to say, but she continues before you can start rambling.

“He said he could sense something here. A great power, greater than the witches. He told me to kill you, Sabine and Ezra, then join Thrawn. Then he was just…gone.”

Shin’s lower lip is trembling, eyes glazing over, and an ache of sympathy pangs in your chest. The bond between a Master and a Padawan is almost unbreakably strong—to have it shut off like that, cut so abruptly, must be agony. You felt a little of it when you thought Ahsoka was dead, and you know that if she actually were to perish, or, Makers forbid, abandon you, you would feel it like a knife through the heart.

“Shin, I—” You start, but she cuts you off, head turning to face you, and you see clearly the tear sliding down her cheek.

“He was like my father.” And there is rage now, undercutting her sorrow. “Why did he leave me?”

It’s a question you cannot answer. Yet she looks at you with such desperation, like you’re her anchor as she is tossed about by towering waves, that you wish so gravely that you could.

You don’t know what compels you then—she had flinched back when you tried before—but she looks so angry, so sad, so broken, that you reach for her. To your surprise, she meets you halfway, collapsing into your arms, burying her head in your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her, let her cry silent tears as your heart beats out of your chest.

Holding Shin, feeling her pressed up against you, is something you haven’t had in a very long time. It takes you back to a simpler time, to nights snuggled together for warmth; to blushing smiles and brushing hands and eyes that looked like home. It breaks open something you’d buried and tears of your own gather in the corners of your eyes.

She pulls away after what feels like seconds, like an eternity, and clears her throat, swiping harshly at her eyes. You feel cold almost immediately, the absence of her touch chilling your skin.

“Sorry.” She mutters gruffly and you shake your head, waving her off. The air between the two of you is changed now, somewhat awkward but still charged.

“What are you going to do now?” You venture to ask after a moment. It’s a valid question; after all, Thrawn and his ship are gone, Baylan is off on his mysterious quest and the bandits (whatever’s left of them) have made clear that Shin isn’t welcome with them. Her future seems highly uncertain.

“I don’t know.” She replies, shifting uncomfortably. Clearly she hadn’t thought about what came next after you’d patched her up. “I can’t go back to the bandits.”

“Yeah, no shit.” You murmur and she chuckles, a low sound from the back of her throat, and it brings a smile to your face. Quiet falls between the two of you again.

In the silence, in the gaps between your breaths, an idea starts to take root. It’s stupid and illogical and entirely driven by your nonsensical heart, but once it plants itself, it grows and grows and grows, until it covers every corner of your mind like ivy.

“You could…stay?” And it’s out of your mouth before you can catch it. Your own eyes widen in surprise at what you’ve just suggested; Shin is the enemy. She’s tried to kill you, had damn near killed Sabine, has hunted you and hurt you. There’s a darkness in her that almost scares you, and she is so far from the girl you once knew, but she isn’t at the same time. She’s Shin, feral and furious, but still Shin, all the same. You look in her eyes, and you still see home.

You lost her once. You won’t lose her again.

“With us, I mean.” You carry on, confidence seeping into your voice as you fall more in love with the idea. “Ahsoka already offered and the Noti would appreciate the extra help.”

Shin’s expression is unreadable. It almost throws you off, but you’ve convinced yourself of this now, and you won’t let her go unpersuaded.

“Stay? Why?” She asks, seeming genuinely curious, as if weighing her options.

“Because you have nowhere else to go. Because you’d have somewhere to sleep here, somewhere to feel safe. Because we have food and water.” You quiet your voice. “Because I’m asking you to.”

Her eyes meet yours at this last sentence, and you think you see something akin to hope blazing in their depths.

Your pulse is hammering as she looks at you. You’ve laid yourself bare, made yourself vulnerable, and your heart is in the palm of her hands. Should she so choose, she could crush it, turn it to bloody pulp between her fingers. The thought of it scares you. But not as much as the thought of her leaving again.

“You want me to stay?” She whispers, voice raw. Her body language is open, fully turned to face you, hands by her sides, eyes wide and searching. She looks, for a second, just as she did the night you first met: shaking, terrified but hopeful, wanting help, wanting a friend, wanting to put down the weight of the world and to just breathe.

The moment feels monumental; make or break. She has your heart in her hands, as you believe you might well have hers.

“I want you to stay.” You whisper back, and with her bashful nod, something inside you knits itself back together.

*****

Sabine is sceptical, to say the least.

Ok, she’s downright furious. Understandable, the rational part of you whispers as your friend draws her saber, she did try to kill her.

“Sabine, please, just listen.” You start, a hand out to placate your angry companion as she stares murderously at the woman standing behind you.

“What the fuck is she doing here.” She spits, eyes narrow and blazing. Ahsoka stands off to the side, arms crossed over her chest, expression unreadable. You sort of wish she’d intervene—after all, she had been the first to offer Shin a place with your group, surely this is what she wanted? But she remains impassive, watching on as you try to talk your best friend down from attacking the silver-haired mercenary.

“It’s ok, I promise. She won’t hurt any of us. Right, Shin?” You call over your shoulder, not taking your eyes off Sabine in case she tries to go for her.

“Right.” Her monotone voice decidedly does not fill you with confidence, and Sabine takes another step towards the two of you.

“Hey, hey, stop.” You raise your voice, panic seeping into your tone. “She’s alone. Baylan left her, the bandits attacked her. She has nowhere else to go.”

“So leave her to it then. Let her rot, what do you care?” Sabine snarls, and you feel Shin’s anger pulse. You try to project calmness into the air, trying to push it both ways between the two women on either side of you. You’re not sure it’s working. Ahsoka, for the love of everything that’s sacred, please step in.

“We have a history. You know this; I told you. Remember?”

It’s true. It had felt wrong to leave your friend out of the loop, so you’d sat her down on one of your first nights on Peridea and told her everything. Your past with Shin, how you’d survived together, and how she’d eventually left you. It doesn’t seemed to have changed anything about how Sabine feels about Shin, judging by the dangerous look in her eyes as she advances.

“I remember her stabbing me. I remember her trying to kill us all on multiple occasions. I remember that she’s the enemy, Y/N.”

“Sabine.” Ahsoka calls, stepping forward at last, and your shoulders lose a little of their tension. You heave a relieved breath, chancing a glance away from your friend towards Shin behind you. She meets your eyes, and behind the frantic gleam, you see her soften. She nods, almost imperceptibly, and you relax even further.

Sabine looks to her master, eyebrows furrowed.

“There is no such thing as enemy out here. On this planet, there can only be survival.” Ahsoka’s voice is level, easy. She speaks softly but firmly, and you nod along with her.

“But Master—”

“Sabine.” The Togruta arches an eyebrow, like a teacher admonishing a schoolchild, and Sabine falls silent. “Shin will have to gain our trust, this is true. But we will give her that opportunity.” She turns to you, and to Shin. “And should she fail—betray us or hurt us in any way—then, and only then, will we, as you say, ‘let her rot’. Is that clear?”

You wait with bated breath for Sabine’s response. Almost unconsciously, you take a step back, closer to Shin, ready to defend her should you need to.

After what feels like an eternity, Sabine sighs. Shakes her head.

“Crystal.” She murmurs, and a ghost of a smile dances on your lips.

*****

It takes a while, but eventually, Shin starts to settle in.

Ahsoka takes over from Baylan with her training—something that had taken a lot of convincing from both you and your master—and the Noti welcome her with open arms (they’re mostly just happy to have someone else to help with the constant moving, but it’s a win and you’ll take it). Sabine even stops trying to murder her with her eyes after a couple of days.

It’s actually pretty painless, the way she slots into your lives on Peridea. She spars with Ahsoka whilst you spar with Sabine, helps out with chores around camp with minimal complaining, goes hunting and returns with fresh kills for the Noti to cook and eat. She’s…calm. Calmer than you’ve ever seen her, come to think of it. Perhaps it’s something to do with community, or belonging, or any of that sentimental bullshit you think about when the stars come out.

Things between you and Shin are complicated, but also unbelievably simple. Simple, in the way that you trust each other (somehow, after everything). In the way that you go to each other when something is wrong, when you are happy, when you need peace. Gravity. Simple gravity, holding the two of you close, keeping you in each other’s orbit. She sleeps beside you at night, and you listen to her breath even out and fall asleep yourself.

She begins to open up more; about Baylan, about her time with him, her travels and fights and the life she’s lived apart from you. You sit around the fire in the evening, after everybody else has gone to bed, and watch the moon rise together. Sometimes, she rests her head on your shoulder, like she did when you were younger, and it makes your heart race every single time.

That’s why it’s complicated.

Complicated, because the more Shin grows comfortable, the more she softens and opens herself up, the more you start to realise just how deep your feelings for her go.

And it’s stupid. It’s absolutely idiotic, nonsensical and just downright dumb. You want to do silly things like hold her hand. You want to brush her hair out of her face after she spars, want to kiss her forehead and hold her at night, and it’s all so out of place. You’re on a graveyard planet, surviving day by day, uncertain whether your home has been destroyed by Thrawn and the Empire, and all you can think about is Shin. Her eyes. Her smile. Her stupid, kissable lips. Fuck, it’s disarming how much you want to kiss those lips.

You kick yourself for it internally, scold yourself every time you catch your thoughts wandering into dangerous territory, but what doesn’t help is the fact that you’re almost certain she feels the same.

It started small—you catching her staring just a little too long across the fire, her getting distracted when sparring with Ahsoka—and you almost hadn’t noticed it. But as the weeks pass and you all settle further into life on Peridea, it becomes more obvious.

A hand on your waist as she passes you. Toothy smiles you’re sure nobody else gets to see. Blushes when you compliment her fighting style or praise her for her contributions to the camp. All of it begins to add up, to the point where now you’re just dancing around each other, waiting for the other to make some kind of move.

It’s maddening. It’s exhilarating.

It is, apparently, glaringly obvious to those around you.

*****

“When are you two gonna stop eye-fucking and actually get together?”

You almost spit your mouthful of food out, eyes nearly bugging out of your head, as Sabine plops herself next to you by the fire. You cough, clearing your throat, before turning to her with incredulity written across your face.

“What?! What are you talking about?”

She gives you a look. A ‘come on, really?’ look. You don’t waver.

“Seriously? You and Shin. When are you gonna woman up and do something about the tension between the two of you?” You sputter and stammer, trying to string a sentence together to deny the truth. Sabine watches you with amusement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Is what you finally manage to spit out, and she scoffs. You feel your cheeks turn pink and your mouth dries. Is it really that obvious?

“Bullshit. It’s impossible not to notice you two staring at each other, pining all the damn time. It’s annoying. Please do something about it, it’s making her testy. She almost cut my head off when I asked her to stop snoring the other day.”

So yeah, maybe Sabine and Shin have formed something of a friendship. Well, enough of a friendship where Sabine feels safe antagonising Shin without the fear of murder. It’s almost sweet.

You struggle for words, unable to fully explain just how much you want to do something about it, but also just how scared you are. Not just of rejection, but of ruining everything. You and Shin are just getting comfortable together again. She trusts you. Keeps you close again. You don’t wish to jeopardise that by acting on your feelings, no matter how much you want to. It could ruin things between you for good, could scare her away from the camp entirely. And then you’d be abandoned again, heartbroken, and you’re not sure you’d survive that a second time.

“I can’t, ‘bine. It’s just too complicated.”

Sabine snorts, and you’re offended for a full second before she explains herself.

“Is it though?” You tilt your head, confused. She sighs, shakes her head with a wry smile. Softens, a little. “She came back for you. She’s staying for you. We all know it’s not for me and my stellar company.” You chuckle a little at that, a fond smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “She feels the same way about you, you know. My advice? Don’t lose her again.”

Her words strike a chord, and you feel very, very stupid all of a sudden. You meet her eyes.

“Thanks, Sabine.”

“Anytime, Y/N. Now, please, for the love of the Makers, kiss her so I can sleep in safety once more.”

*****

The next day, you offer to spar with Shin.

It’s not something you’ve done since she joined the camp—Ahsoka had tried to make you, but you’d refused; unsure of whether it was a good idea, given your past. She had sparred with Ahsoka only, their skills in battle fairly evenly matched, whilst you had continued to work with Sabine.

But you know you need to do something, and you need to be alone with her, so when morning comes, you both ride out of camp to a little plateau you had found on a scouting trip.

The journey there is comfortably quiet. Even now, Shin is still a woman of few words, and you respect that. It’s nice, though. Being with her, not speaking. It’s comfortable. Peaceful.

When you arrive, you let your Howlers loose and begin to warm up. You feel nervous, jittery. You know it’s not from anticipation for the fight.

You watch Shin as she moves through some forms with her saber. It steals the breath from your lungs, so at one with her body is she. She is grace and savagery all in one, and you know right then that you’ll love her until your heart stops.

“Ready?” She eventually asks, rolling her shoulders into a fighting stance, and with your nod, you’re away.

Instantly, you see the improvements Ahsoka has made to her form. She fights just as fast she did when you’d clashed before Peridea, just as dangerous with a blade in her hand, but she is also more deliberate. More defensive. She’s precise and calculating and so, so beautiful.

Your lightsabers clash over and over, humming through the air and buzzing against one another, sizzling in the space between you. You’re panting, gritting your teeth, fighting with everything in you. You catch her swings and attack her back, but she’s just too fluid to pin down. You’re losing this, and you know it.

When she looks like this, though—eyes bright and cheeks flushed, teeth bared in a playful snarl—you can’t really find it in yourself to care.

Shin disarms you after nearly 5 minutes of sparring with a move you should’ve seen coming, and your lightsaber is sent flying out of your hands. Triumphant, she levels her blade under your chin, a Cheshire cat smile on her lips, and cocks her head to the side.

“I win.” She declares, smug and proud and blazing bright, and it’s all you can do not to fall to your knees in front of her.

“Yeah, you win.” You agree hoarsely, hands up to show your defeat, gazing at her from the other end of her orange blade with worship in your eyes.

Something shifts, then. On that plateau, with nobody else around for miles, you at the mercy of her blade, Shin seems to crumble. She shuts off her saber, throws it to the ground. Your eyes widen. Your heart races.

Shin throws herself into you and the both of you shatter.

The kiss is bruising, nearly painful in its intensity, and you grin into it like a madman. Shin’s hands are in your hair, on your face, your shoulders; pulling, scratching, digging in, touching you like she needs to prove you’re real. You reciprocate in kind, gripping her waist hard, pulling her so close there’s not an inch of space between you. It’s too much and not enough.

Heat floods your body when she bites down on your bottom lip, the iron taste of blood coating your mouth, and you groan, feeling like you could burst, like you could float away, like you could die in this moment and be forever immortalised by the moan she releases into your mouth, the way she scratches at your scalp, the blood smeared across both of your lips.

Her tongue breaches into your mouth, curling over the backs of your teeth, and the shiver that runs down your spine is involuntary, inevitable, indescribable. Your hands scrabble for purchase on her lower back as hers cup your face with antithetical tenderness. The stroke of her thumb over your cheek almost makes you want to cry—this is all you’ve wanted for months now, all you’ve wanted since you were teenagers on Aris, and it feels like finally coming home.

“Shin.” You breathe in between kisses, forehead resting against hers. She pulls back a little, just enough to look you in your eyes. She looks wild again, but in the best way: her hair is tousled, cheeks pink, eyes half-focused. You think you’d rather go blind than ever see anything other than her.

“Lie down.” You murmur, after having caught your breath. Her pupils, already blown, flash dangerously, and you can’t help but surge forward and press another heavy kiss to her lips.

You manage to manoeuvre yourselves down to the ground, Shin on her back, you hovering above her, one leg slotted between hers, arms holding you up beside her head.

She looks so pretty like this, you think, and screw it, you’re in this now, might as well tell her.

“You’re so pretty, Shin. So beautiful like this.” Your words elicit a low whimper from the woman below you, her hands reaching for you, tugging you down until she can connect your mouths again.

She kisses you hard, filthy; licking into your mouth like you’re her last meal, and you moan, wanting more, wanting everything. You disconnect your lips, and Shin’s whine of protest morphs into another whimper when you begin to trail open-mouthed kisses over her jaw and neck.

Red and purple marks rise in the wake of your tongue and teeth, sucking and biting hard enough for Shin to gasp and arch up into you, leaving bruises that will stay on her skin for days. Just the thought of it, of claiming her like this, is enough to have you nearly feral with need.

It’s not long before Shin’s moans turn desperate, the hands on your shoulders beginning to scrabble.

“Y/N.” She groans, tone pleading but frantic, like she’s not even sure what she’s asking for.

“Yeah?” You murmur, pulling away. The marks littering her throat make something dark inside of your roar proudly, and your mouth practically waters at the sight of her—needy, wanting, begging.

“Please.” She sighs, eyes wide and dark, and you couldn’t deny her even if you wanted to.

Between the two of you, you manage to tug her pants and underwear down her legs. If you’d been back at camp or on the ship, you’d have taken your time. Worked her up slowly, spent hours worshipping her body. But you’re out in the middle of nowhere, and Shin is practically halfway gone already, and you’d rather die than leave her hanging.

The first swipe of your fingers through her folds makes her gasp, makes you moan. She’s dripping, so riled up she’s soaked, and you feel a little light-headed, nearly overwhelmed.

“Fuck, Shin, you’re so wet.” You mutter, moving your fingers to her clit and starting to rub it in slow circles. She whines again, head falling back, mouth dropping open. You lower your mouth to her neck, biting another mark into her pulse point. She writhes underneath you, hips bucking, and you feel like you could come from this alone.

You keep your attention on her clit, not wanting to overwhelm her with anything too soon. You keep it relatively slow, occasionally pressing harder in order to draw out another of her pretty whimpers, or drawing back to hear her beg. Every so often, you press your lips to hers, kissing her softly, whispering praise and encouragement, telling her how beautiful she is, how well she’s doing.

It doesn’t take long for her thighs to start trembling around your hand—if she’s the same as you, she’s been worked up enough about this over the last few weeks to hold out much longer. Her moans take on a higher pitch, coming more frequently as her eyes clench shut. You keep your pace, circling her clit, pressing kisses to her neck.

“Let go, I’ve got you.” You murmur, when it’s evident she’s close, and she falls over the edge with a cry of your name. Her back arches off the ground, hands holding you tight as she shudders through it. You think stars would be jealous of her beauty in this moment.

She comes down slowly, breath evening out, and you pull your hand away once you’re sure it’s over. Her grey eyes open, hazy and soft, and you chuckle at the sight of her. Hair mussed, lips bitten-red, dazed look in her half-lidded eyes; she looks like the rest of your life.

“Hey.” You whisper, cupping her face. She grins lazily.

“Hey.” Shin murmurs back, reaching up to card through your hair with one hand. “You’re pretty good at that.”

You laugh, bury your face in her neck, blushing. She scratches gently at your scalp.

“I think I might love you.” You say quietly, waiting for the regret to hit you. It doesn’t.

“I think I might love you too.” She says back, easy as breathing, and you feel something loosen in your chest that had been wound tight for years. You smile. Press another kiss to her throat.

“Wanna show me?” You ask, cheesy and silly and lovesick. Shin laughs, and you hear eternity. She smiles down at you, presses a kiss to your forehead before rolling you onto your back. You look up at her, breath stolen by her beauty.

“I’ll show you.” She breathes, capturing your lips again, and you let yourself be lost in the wonder of her.

*****

A/N: Holy shit this took a long time to write, and I'm so sorry about that! But it's finally here, and I hope you guys enjoyed it :)

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I would LOVE!!! #7 with Luke if you feel comfy writing him

EEK! What an honor to write for my Lala! I hope you love a sweet sweet Luke!!

Luke Skywalker x gn!reader

Warnings: none, all fluff! pining, childhood friends

WC: 1400

7. we always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?

Fresh off their win over the empire, Luke decided to tie up any loose ends before devoting the rest of his days to the Jedi order, or, what was left of it. Time was no longer his enemy, after all. Squeezing Leia’s hand goodbye, he climbed into his X-Wing, accompanied by R2, and set off in the direction of his old home, Tattooine. It had been years since his feet left the sandy surface for the first, and for a while he thought, the last time. There were many moments when he didn’t know if he would ever make it back, or if he even wanted to. But with the handsome pay he had received for his services, he knew the honorable thing to do was to make sure there was no animosity there towards his aunt and uncle. They had worked hard to provide for him his whole life, and he wanted to make sure they could truly rest in peace with no debts to be owed.

With a solemn heart, he descended into the dusty atmosphere, and landed gently on one of the countless sand dunes he had grown to loathe and miss simultaneously.

R2 beeped at him curtly as they made their way into town.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I promise. I clean out your tracks real well when this is done.”

You sound just like your father, he beeped back, and a boyish grin flashed across Luke’s face.

——

Luke stopped by several shops at the local market in search of clearing his uncle’s name. Most of the keepers were glad to see him, while some seemed indifferent or even skeptical of his return. The black glove covering his right hand drew a lot of eyes towards him as it stood out like an ink spot in an otherwise beige world. Hushed whispers and pointed fingers in his direction piled on as people caught sight of the saber hanging from his hip. He felt no animosity in the force though, they were just curious. He was happy to be the talk of the town for the next few days. He recalled how excited he had been as a child to catch whispers of Jedi and star pilots passing through their town.

After making a few small payments and accepting condolences paired with sincere handshakes, his business was done. When he ducked out of the last hut and started heading further away from the ship, R2 beeped a question at him.

“I just wanna see an old friend before we leave,” he called over his shoulder as the droid followed dutifully along.

Luke hoped you would be home. He asked around to see if you had a shift at the diner tonight, but got mixed answers. You lived in a small house just outside of the main town wall. It took no more than a few minutes to walk there. As the suns set, the air quickly turned from a blinding heat to a heavy chill. Pulling his hood up to keep the wind out of his wisping bangs, he stopped at your door, hesitating before knocking. There was smoke rising from the chimney and warm light spilling from the windows, so he knew you were home. But what if you didn’t want to see him. What if you weren’t alone. What if—

His thoughts were interrupted as you peeked through the crack in the door before swinging it open eagerly.

“Luke!” you called out as you threw your arms around him in a tight hug, “Oh, maker, I didn’t think I would ever see you again.”

“Boy do I have some stories to tell you,” he grinned.

“Won’t you come in for dinner? I was just about to set the table,” you urged, stepping out of the way to allow him room to duck through the doorway.

He let his hood drop from his head as he swept off his cloak in one motion and hung it neatly on the hook by the door. Your heart gave a kick as you thought about your things hanging next to his, how normal and natural it looked.

“There’s been talk all over of you joining the rebellion, blowing up the Death Star, fighting the sith! Is it true?” you asked eagerly, clasping his hand in yours and drawing him towards the kitchen. He took a deep inhale of the steam wafting from the pot on the stove.

“You know I’ll tell you everything, but can we eat first?” he smiled.

The two of you sat cozy at the small table nestled beneath a window as you listened to him talk about star ships and lightsabers and far off planets. You noticed the strain of his shoulders beneath his shirt, the way his brow sat a little heavier, the scars littered on his skin and tried to take in the fact that this was no longer the boy you grew up chasing womp rats with, the boy you whispered with all through school, giggling until you got caught. You hoped he didn’t notice your gaze lingering on the pout of his lips as he filled your house with laughter and stories of bravery in a way it hadn’t been since he disappeared. For so long, you were afraid he had died in the blaze that claimed the lives of Owen and Beru. You couldn’t think about living in a world without those blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight while the two of you were out way too late. It wasn’t until you had heard from several different people that they had spotted him in Mos Eisley that your heart was able to rest again. But oh, how it ached in his absence, how it was so full to the brim with hope for him that it became a very heavy thing to carry around.

At some point in the evening, your hand traveled across the table to rest on top of his, needing to feel his warmth to convince yourself that this wasn’t all just a beautiful dream. He noticed your eyes starting to look bleary as the moon was starting to descend in the sky.

“You’re tired. I should go,” he said quickly, withdrawing his hand from your grasp.

“No, no, you can stay. I’ll just set up a bed on the sofa,” you assured him, gathering up the bowls and spoons and carrying them to the sink.

“You don’t have to set up a whole other bed. We’ve had sleepovers before,” he teased, nudging your shoulder.

Before, you thought. Before you sprung up like a weed and were a whole head taller than me. Before you disappeared and turned my life into a whirlwind of worry.

But then something else inside of you overpowered the apprehension, a desire for closeness. You thought that, maybe if you heard him breathing right across from you, maybe if you felt his shared warmth under your threadbare quilt your heart could finally rest.

“I still sleep on the right,” you smiled.

“And I still snore.”

“I’m glad some things haven’t changed.”

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The two of you took turns freshening up before climbing under the covers. Your bed felt much bigger when the two of you were much younger. It felt like his face was only inches from yours. Luke melted into your mattress like a bed was a luxury he had longed for, his blue eyes closing as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He looked so peaceful, you didn’t want to disturb him. A tentative hand rose to brush his hair back from his forehead, “I was so worried about you.”

“I know,” he breathed back, eyes still closed. His hand rose to meet yours, and he rested it against your cheek, “I’m here now. Please sleep.”

You weren’t sure if it was some kind of Jedi mind trickery or what, but when his fingers laced with yours, peace flooded in, making every limb heavy and a warmth radiate through you, deep from inside your bones. With one deep exhale, your eyes shut too, as you breathed out a lifetime of longing. You weren’t sure what the morning held for you, but for right now, you were beside the person you cared for the most in the galaxy.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #Luke Skywalker x gn!reader #luke skywalker fluff

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daisychainsandbowties · 8 months

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Any headcanons for Wolfwren?

this turned into a whole thing but such is my right <3

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Shin lets Sabine paint her meditation room on the ship, says “whatever” when Sabine asks for a color scheme but sits there pretending to meditate as the painting happens.

Hair turning shades of other colors, breath rasping through a protective mask as she pretends to ignore Sabine's work.

Canisters of paint lined up for her to trip over at the door.

Shin keeps her eyes closed - she meditates - touching the odd, oily, burning surface of her indistinct region of the Force. A landscape of light and dark behind her eyes.

Anger and peace balanced against the sound of a name in her mouth, against Baylan’s death and the girl who picked her up after it, who told her to run when they both had nothing to run toward.

“Not green”

Shin listens to the squeak of Sabine’s boots on the wet floor as she about-faces to find Shin with her head tipped back, eyes still closed, the ghost of a sneer on her mouth. Sabine calls it her default expression, but Shin doesn’t think she’s bothered by it.

She kisses her often enough, despite. despite.

Shin can sense her, of course. picked out clean by the Force. Wearing her armor even though they’re out in the middle of nowhere, drifting in space.

When it’s quiet (and Sabine rarely allows it to be quiet) Shin can hear the dings of tiny rocks against the hull, so small that they don’t register with the shields that protect against space debris.

Odd, how a small thing can slip into your life. Strange how it can become so large when cupped in your palm.

“Why no green?”

Shin dips her head, rolls her shoulders. Pretends that the movement is just meditation and not hiding.

“Elsbeth,” she says. Always a thing - woman, Sith - of few words.

How to say that green makes her want to lay down next to his body again? That she can still feel the putter of his life slipping out through the wounds in his body?

She can still feel the hands that lifted her up for no good reason and carried her to safety.

“Okay.” Sabine nods, her face fixed with that stubborn look she gets around jars neither of them can open. The sound of painting replaces the sound of Shin loving her just a little more than she did before.

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Shin likes brighter shades of red; arterial, like a splash of blood on white. Or the orange hue that hid inside her saber.

She likes purples, browns, pinks; not for herself but on Sabine, on the ship, their ship. The wings, for example, are outlined in pink.

A color that means “we’re home” and “i’m sorry I did all that. things I can't even speak aloud.”

The purple-red of Seatos; a wound with bruised edges and that bitter blue-gray ocean. The stones slicked with salt.

When Sabine asked to paint for her, she’d thought it would be the usual thing. Just a color on the walls. But then she saw the practice sketches spread over the table, Sabine gathering them up hastily when Shin walked inside.

She's never sure what to expect from Sabine. Taken off guard by that first kiss, the hands so gentle-sore on the neck of her shirt dragging her down, down.

Baylan used to test her reflexes by dropping things behind a cloak. A black expanse of fabric that he strung up in the hallway on the old battered ship they spun through the space together.

He'd drop things behind the cloak to see if she could sense them and catch them before they fell.

Usually just metal spheres, but sometimes he’d drop candies and her hand would arrive back to her with a sugar-stickiness in it. Baylan rarely gave praise, but they were both silent creatures about care anyway and it was okay and it was fine and it was sometimes sweet.

Shin making him a cup of caf in the early morning because she never slept, could never hold onto sleep. Torn up by nightmares or worse, memories. The caf machine made a sound that felt like home, and Baylan would nod when she passed him a cup.

The family of him was quiet, vanishing. Just a wayward pat on her helmeted head when she came back from a trip through an asteroid belt in her fighter.

When she grew up, he gave her the cloak. It was too big for her, but warm.

There were days when he got sad and did nothing but stare out the viewport into space. Shin hated those days, jogging by herself on the lower deck. Practicing her lightsaber forms alone.

It helped sometimes to prod him back to life with a question, but not always.

Don’t describe it as empty, he’d snapped one day when she stole up beside him to ask why he was staring out at nothing.

Shin with a scowl. I said ‘nothing’; not empty

And there’s a difference?

She shrugged her scrawny shoulders in the sweater she had that was more darned than not, by then. They so rarely stopped in port and when they did shin wanted books, not clothes.

She knew that there was a difference between nothingness and emptiness.

She was nothing, for example, but full of blood and dreams and facts from old books.

Shin only shook her head, padawan braid short and knocking at her neck.

No, master.

When Sabine asked, Shin told her color didn’t matter to her. It was just another thing.

Another distraction, she’d explained, gnawing on a piece of bread while Sabine cooked some sort of protein scramble made with algae. It came out blue and rubbery and delicious.

“What about your fighter? The one you flew over Seatos.”

“From that time I tried to kill you?”

Sabine’s shoulders shook with laughter. Her armor was very beautiful.

She half-turned to show the profile of her face and Shin almost choked on a mouthful of bread.

“Yes, Shin. I almost blew all of you guys to pieces.” She frowned, “If Ahsoka hadn’t deleted my presets.”

“I borrowed that ship.”

“Really?” Sabine turned, skillet in hand, already spilling blue algae onto the floor.

Shin flexed her fingers and the handle floated free of Sabine’s grip. “Let me do that.”

And Sabine let her.

“So, you didn’t borrow that particular ship for any reason? It was just… random chance?”

Shin sighed, stabbed at her food. “I-I liked the yellow parts. At the front.”

That drew a triumphant smile from Sabine, undermined by the scab on her lower lip where Shin bit it open last night.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She does. No greens once Shin mentions it. Instead, Sabine paints the red trees from Seatos. The suggestion of the pale grasslands on Lothal with a cat crouched inside, the tips of its ears visible.

There is no point in mentioning, Shin thinks as she watches the scene unfold, that she loves those cats. Tried to pet the wild ones on Lothal and came away with bleeding fingers, grinning under the cowl of her hood.

Sabine paints little fighters against a black sky, picked out in yellow and blue and red and orange. Stars among them.

The pretense at meditation gives up on her halfway through and Shin just watches through a paper-thin shield of Force as Sabine works.

The colors from her spray canisters fetch up against the shield like waves dancing over the surface.

When they’re done, Sabine is wet with paint and wild with glee as she drags Shin out into the hall. Smears Shin’s cheek with paint as she pulls her mask away from her mouth.

“There, now you can brood in style.”

“It’s not-” she starts, but Sabine stops her with a kiss.

Sabine has always been able to stop her, hands leaving lines and smudges and fingerprints of color on Shin's face, her neck, her hips.

“I love you,” Sabine says when she pulls away. She's very good at saying that now, though it took her a while.

Shin tries to duck her head, but finds Sabine's hand stopping her. Her breath falls out of her, ghosting over that palm.

Love, like trying to catch what you can’t see; what is too close and too bright to anticipate.

Shin’s voice is faint, but it’s not empty and it’s not nothing as she says, “Okay then. I love you too.”

#wolfwren #shin x sabine #anon #idk what this is but… yeah today is domestic wolfwren apparently

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rivthejellyfish · 1 year

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If I Killed Someone For You

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Anakin Skywalker x reader

Based on the song If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

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I'm sorry that I did this

The blood is on my hands

I stare at my reflection

I don't know who I am

As Anakin snuck out of the Jedi temple, unable to have killed the younglings like he said he would, his mind immediately went to Y/N. He peeked around the corner to see numerous Jedi standing there, all seeming surprised by the recent turn of events.

Anakin quickly ran across the opening to the exit, got on a ship, and took off as fast as he could. Looking back, he could see the light from their sabers. He turned his attention to the front again, seeing his reflection in the window. What had he become?

Practice my confession

In case I take the stand

I'll say I learned my lesson

I'll be a better man

His hands shook as he steered the ship, not knowing where he was going at first. All he knew was that he had to get away. Far away. If anyone ever caught him- ever- he’d be dead.

Anakin kept glancing back, praying that he wouldn’t see the light of another ship. No one would ever accept an apology for what he had done and even if they did, things would never be the same.

I'm packing up my things

And I'm wiping down the walls

I'm rinsing off my clothes

And I'm walking through the halls

Although his hopes were high, he knew that it was inevitable for someone to come after him. Although seeing Obi-Wan’s ship in the mirror definitely surprised him. He turned sharply, trying to throw Obi-Wan off his path. While it worked for a second, Obi-Wan found him again in seconds. Anakin groaned. Why’d they have to send one of the people who knew him best?

Anakin pushed a few buttons, making the ship fly faster than before. Tying a rope to the steering to keep it there, he stood up and quickly fixed the hyperspace mechanic, knowing he’d have to use it. Just as he finished, he felt the ship go sideways. After regaining his balance, he jumped, pulling the steering and getting the ship back up again. He pushed another button, getting the ship ready to go into hyperspace.

While waiting, he saw a green light shoot past him. He looked back once again, seeing Obi-Wan was now not only joined by two other ships but also firing in his direction.

He was starting to feel regret about what he’d done, but it quickly went away.

I did it all for her

So I felt nothing at all

I don't know what she'll say

So I'll ask her when she calls

It was for her. It was all for her. He had to, so why couldn’t he finish the job? He jumped into hyperspace, hoping it’d get him away from the foes on his back. He didn’t really think about it, but he did. He had thought about it without even knowing.

The planet was a beautiful green color. It was the planet they’d said the two of them would go and hide away on.

I hear the sirens coming

I see the flashing lights

I'm driving through the suburbs

Wearing my disguise

The hope he had faded away as he landed on the planet and saw several other ships appear in the sky. However, it was too late to get off the planet now. They’d catch him instantly. He got off the ship, running out of the docking area and ignoring the man who demanded a docking fee. They fired at him, but he easily dodged and continued running.

He considered killing them. He did. Then they wouldn’t be able to tell the others which way he had gone. However, he didn’t want to do that. Especially when he was just about to see her. He couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t.

He slowed his pace to a speedy walk as he entered a marketplace. He pulled up his hood, sticking to the shadows as he quickly walked through. He came to the end and his run continued.

Soon enough, he came across the small cabin he and her had decided on. No one else knew about it. If they needed a break, they’d go there. If they just wanted each other, they’d go there.

If they ever got in any trouble, they’d go there.

And Anakin was definitely in trouble.

I show up at her doorstep

To look her in the eyes

I tell her that it's me

But she doesn't recognize

He knocked on the door, despite the fact that it was his house as well. He waited for what felt like hours, although it was a matter of seconds before the door opened.

He was immediately entranced by her enticing eyes, a smile coming to his face despite the current situation. A smile started to appear on hers, but it quickly went away when she looked down to see the state of his robes.

“Anakin, are you alright?” She asked frantically. He nodded

“Now that I’m with you, I couldn’t be any better.” She shook her head, reaching forward and grabbing his arms. Now her beautiful eyes were filled with worry, stunting his feeling of comfort.

“Anakin, what happened?”

Can't you see I'm running?

Said I need a place to hide

I've gotta ask you something

Could you please let me inside?

Anakin nodded, more to himself than it was to the woman in front of him. Anakin looked up to see ships flying the way he had come, undoubtedly the very ships he was running from. He looked back down.

“I need to go inside, I will explain everything to you if you just let me inside, then we can be together without worry.”

“Worry about what, Anakin?” He stepped forward and she moved out of the way, seeing no reason to not allow him inside of their shared house. “What happened?”

Just let me explain

No, I wouldn't tell you lies

I know you'll understand

If you let me stay the night

“I did something, something really bad. He was trying to get in my head and he did, and he used you to do so with these terrible images and I wanted to stop them from happening and-”

“Anakin, love, slow down, take a breath.” She shut the door behind her as she spoke, walking over and leading Anakin to the couch. She grabbed his hands once they had sat down, trying to help calm him down. “Just tell me what happened. Are you hurt?”

“No, I… I’m not hurt. I’m fine. But…”

“But what, Anakin?” She was exasperated. He could tell. She was stressed and he was dragging his out for as long as he could.

You have to understand that

The one I killed is me

Changing what I was

For what you wanted me to be

“It was for you. I had to save you. You understand, don’t you?” She lightly threw her hands in the air with a groan.

“I can’t understand if I don’t know what happened.” She said. He nodded. The two of them looked away from each other when sirens could be heard in the distance. She stood up, walking over to the window in confusion.

Anakin quickly grabbed her arm, pulling her back as he stood up.

“I did something I can never go back on, and in the process, I’ve changed things about myself, the very things you used to love.”

I followed your direction

Did everything you asked

I hope that makes you happy

'Cause there's just no turning back

“It’s ok, whatever you did, it’s ok. We can fix it.” Anakin shook his head.

“No, no, we can’t, you can’t…-”

“Then we can stay here. No one will ever find us.”

“Love, they are already on the planet.”

Would you hold my hand?

They're the same ones that I used

When I killed someone for you

Anakin looked to where their hands interlocked, flashes of his actions prominent in his mind as he thought about what would happen if she got caught with him. She’d be hiding a fugitive, she’d lose her ranks, her friends, her family, everything. He couldn’t let her do that, even if she was more than willing.

Would you turn me in

When they say I'm on the loose?

Would you hide me when

My face is on the news?

The sirens grew closer, probably due to the people on the dock telling the others which way he had gone. He regretted his decision. He should’ve killed them, but he didn’t.

“We don’t have to stay here. I have a ship in the back, we can escape. Whatever you did, it’s fine. You don’t even have to tell me, just listen to me, please.”

“I… The Council is damaged. One strike and they could be brought to ruins.” She froze.

“You didn’t…?” He nodded. She sucked in a breath, looking away as she thought. She nodded to herself.

“Ok, ok, that’s fine. That’s ok. We just need to stay down, hide, get away from here.” He shook his head this time.

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’ll lose everything, Y/N.”

“It’s all worth nothing if you’re not here with me.” He paused, looking at her as he took in her words. She started walking back, pulling him along with her lightly. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” He didn’t protest, going with her. Seeing that he wasn’t fighting back, she felt relieved and turned around and started pulling him tighter so the two would get there faster.

Anakin felt himself relax as the ship came into view, admiring the woman in front of him even more.

“You shouldn’t come with me.” He said quietly as they got closer to the ship. She turned around sharply, raising a hand to his cheek, not breaking eye contact.

“I refuse to leave you.” She said. She looked back at the ship. “Even if you leave without me I will find you again. I will do what it takes.”

“You can’t-”

“Hey!” The two looked over to see a soldier standing by the door they exited from. Anakin didn’t even have time to react before Y/N made a quick motion, pulling out her blaster and shooting the soldier square in the chest. He fell back and she fired another shot. He stopped moving. She looked back to Anakin.

“I won’t leave you.” Anakin paused for a second, looking between her and the now-dead soldier. He looked back at her. He nodded.

“Of course.”

'Cause I killed someone for you

#star wars #star wars imagine #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars prequels

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tideswept · 6 months

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Trick or treat! (Obikin ;))

From this ask game |

🍬ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪs…! 🎃

🕯️Sith Obikin! 🕸 (lightly based off someone to lie in the dark with)

Anakin doesn't mean to take a step backward, to yield ground, but the Sith isn't just strong; he's fast, his red lightsaber whirling and twirling, clashing with Anakin's weapon, sparks flying through the air. His form is somehow familiar to Anakin, throwing him off, because it almost feels like someone he's fought before.

But the only Sith he's ever met is dead, and this is not the same man.

A swipe nearly catches him off-guard. Anakin brings up his saber just in time to prevent himself from rejoining the Force by way of decapitation. He feels the heat of the blade dangerously close to his face, and his arms are not in a good position; the angle is all wrong, and he has no way of parrying the saber away.

He takes another step back; cold panic shoots up his spine when he hits the wall that he could have sworn was further away.

Anakin pants for breath. He's pinned, and they both know it.

Yellow eyes gleam at him. Slants of red and blue light play out over their faces. They're close enough now that Anakin can't inhale a full breath without their chests touching. "What's wrong, darling? You were so mouthy a minute ago."

"Kriff. Off," Anakin enunciates clearly, biting each word out with the defiance of someone who knows they're in a hopeless situation, but won't go down easy. He's alone, because he stupidly begged Qui-Gon to let him take a ship down to the surface of the planet to investigate the abandoned hyperdrive factory for spare parts. Even if somehow Qui-Gon sensed that his padawan was in danger, he couldn't get there in time.

Anakin was on his own.

"Tempting offer," drawls the Sith. A drop of sweat beads down the side of his face.

They've been at it a while, a game of cat and mouse, trading blows between hulking behemoths of machinery, using their surroundings against one another. The Sith no longer looks quite as composed as he did when he dropped in behind Anakin and destroyed his communicator; a lock of tawny-blond hair has fallen loose across his forehead, and Anakin thinks resentfully that it's not fair that he's going to die at the hands of a Sith that looks more like he belongs on a holoscreen soap.

"Could you just kill me? I'm not really interested," Anakin snaps. His arms tremble with the effort to keep blocking.

The Sith tuts. "Ani, Ani; is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Anakin's grip falters. Nobody outside Tattooine other than Qui-Gon has used that name, and Qui-Gon had stopped years ago. How does this bastard know about his childhood nickname?

The moment of weakness costs him. A flick of the wrist, and the Sith wrenches the lightsaber out of Anakin's grasp, sending it skittering across the floor. Anakin's gaze snaps to it, and he shoots a hand out to summon it back to the Force when gloved fingers grab his chin and forcibly turn his head back to look at the Sith.

Anakin's pulse is roaring in his ears, and all he's thinking about is that none of this makes sense. "Who are you? You're sure as hell not my friend."

He gathers saliva in his mouth, intending to spit in the man's face.

He doesn't get a chance before the Sith's mouth is hot and heavy on his, swallowing Anakin's gasp, with his tongue pushing greedily into Anakin's mouth without fear of being bitten. The harsh grip on the hinge of Anakin's jaw and the threat of the lightsaber nearly singeing his braid off should be what stops him from doing so.

Not the overwhelming sensation of being sucked into dark, cool waters after a lifetime of burning under the sun.

#happy Halloween!#obikin #sith obikin #fanfiction #berryfic

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kayhi808 · 5 months

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Billy Mine - Holiday

Holidays were never a big deal to Bill. His mom was too stoned or high to try and make the holidays special. He was lucky if their landlord didn't turn off their heat. Even more so after Juliet left. For the 5 years that Juliet was there, he had someone to celebrate Christmas with. She'd always gift him whatever craft she made in school, and he'd steal her a toy or storybook from the drugstore. They'd take time to themselves to exchange their gifts.

Billy, with his back propped against the side of the building, he waited for his Bunny. Ray of Hope made the holidays a bigger deal for the younger kids, so it'd be harder for Juliet to get away. She was an escape artist so he didn't doubt that she'd make it outside to him.

The door handle jiggles and it's pushed open a crack. "Billy. Help." Bill jumps up rushing to open the door. He opens it to find 5yr old Juliet with an armful of stuff and her ever present stuffed rabbit, which she unceremoniously dumps on the ground before launching herself at him.

"Merry Christmas!" Bill lets go of the door in time to catch her. Lifting her up & propping her on his hip as she snuggles into his neck with a contented sigh.

"Merry Christmas, Bunny." Billy can't help but smile to himself. "What's all this?"

Juliet's head pops up, "Oh!" She wiggles to be let down.

Billy put her back down, finally getting a good look at her, "And what the hell happened to you?" Bill grabs her jaw to keep her still.

Hopping up and down with her rabbit, "I'm a Bunny!" He can tell someone gave her a rabbit nose and some whiskers. But she's also got frosting smudged on her face too. She's a mess.

"Yea, I can see that. But what's this?" He rubs a smudge off her face showing it to her. She grabs his thumb and sticks it in her mouth. "Ew, Bun!" Pulling away from her & wipes his thumb off on his pants.

"It's chocolate!" She grabs a Ziploc baggie with a slightly smooshed frosted cupcake in it from her pile on the steps. "I gots you one. Lookit!" Juliet grabs his hand to tug him down on the steps next to her. "It so good."

Billy doesn't have much to laugh about in his life but this crazy kid always surprises him. She doesn't understand why Billy is laughing at her, but if Billy is happy, she's happy. She laughs too and dumps the baggie in his lap. "What else do you have here?"

"Cookies!" Presents him with another Ziploc baggie. "I mades it."

"You baked it?"

"Not that part. I puts the candy on it." There was no doubt about that . It's loaded with decorations that makes Billy laugh harder. "It so good. You wonna eats it?"

Trying to control his laughter, "No. No. I'm going to save it for later." Juliet shrugs like whatever, your loss.

"Ok, dis I made all of it." She gives Billy a rolled up construction paper tied with ribbon. She smiles so big and she's so proud of herself.

"Wow! This is so cool! It's a spyglass like the pirates have!" He holds it up to his eye and looking around.

Juliet's smile vanishes, "No! You had to open it."

"Or a megaphone?" Billy brings it up to his lips.

Trying to grab it away from him, "No! Um. Open. You need.. open it!"

"or a light saber like Star Wars." He swishes it around which makes Juliet lose her mind.

"Billy, stop. Lemme...gimme." She has to climb him and fight him to get it back. "You do it all wrong!" He lets her have it because he's laughing too hard. She takes it from him and starts bonking him over the head with it. "You. No. Listen!" Billy loves riling her up, but has to reel it in because he doesn't want to make her cry.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Grabbing her and sitting her on his lap. "Show me how to do it." She pulls the ribbon so it opens & Billy unrolls it to display a reindeer with her handprints as the antlers. "Wow! Did you do this??" She shyly nods. "Bunny, this is beautiful! You did a good job."

"Tank you." She turns in his lap to kiss his cheek, "Merry Christmas, Billy Mine."

Wrapping his arms around her & dropping a kiss on her head, "Merry Christmas, Bunny."

@imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11 @snowkestrel @k-marzolf @bustlingcrowdsxorxsilentsleepers @terry2227

I'm sorry, if I miss tagged this. I forgot who was reading Billy Mine.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine #billy mine x bunny girl #billy mine

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triscribeaucollection · 3 months

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@foxstronaut: #YEAH SO I DID IN FACT WANT TO SEE IT#this is so good……this au just keeps getting better……….tysm for the link to this post!!#the wider context of the time travel……the fallout of bens betrayal…..#positively eating this up#also if i can ask- what is the ‘shereshoy’ mentioned in ur tag? :0

Shereshoy is the capstone of my Vod'e An Star Wars series, which is ALL about time travel, but I keep copy-pasting the intro scene into different AUs because it is. Definitely one of my favorite bits of writing to date.

Here's the series summary:

Have you ever seen a time traveler dropped into the middle of someone else's butterfly effect? How about several dozen someones? AKA I nabbed all my fave clone troopers and sprinkled them into a much happier galaxy, with a touch of violence on top. As a treat.

Aaand just for laughs, here's the intro scene in question:

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The Force screamed in the middle of the night, and Ahsoka lurched awake with one overriding thought: not again.

Both lightsabers immediately flew to her hands as she rolled out of bed - boots and outer robes left behind in her sprint for the door. For the first time since constructing her own hab at Luke’s school, Ahsoka regretted putting herself on a neighboring ridge instead of down in the valley among the students.

Even as she ran, the Force flickered with another youngling’s death.

Beams of red light in the darkness, matched to knots of Dark power, drew her forward at even greater speed. Bounding off rocks and trees, the togruta remained nearly silent with every leap; she instinctively shielded herself with the Force to mask her approach, until the moment she burst out over the heads of three Sith acolytes, and let her own power flare.

Their helmeted heads snapped upwards. In the span of two heartbeats, her white sabers slashed, and those same heads fell to the ground, their bodies following after a brief pause.

Ahsoka landed in a battle-ready crouch, positioned defensively over a boy collapsed on the ground. When no further Sith revealed themselves, she deactivated and tucked away one lightsaber, freed hand reaching for the teenager at her feet. “Jacen?”

“I’m okay,” he rasped, heart pounding hard enough her lekku could feel the vibrations. “What- what’s happening?”

“Another Purge,” Ahsoka said, fighting hard to keep her voice level. “Can you feel Ezra?” After a moment’s pause, his face scrunched with desperate concentration, Jacen nodded. “Then let’s go. I’ll watch your back.”

The boy staggered upright, and led her around to the far side of the school buildings: student sleeping huts, a kitchen and meal hall, storage and laundry and library. Most of them bore scorch marks and other damage, while further up the valley, the actual temple where Luke handled meditation and combat training burned.

Storm clouds rumbled overhead, an echo of the fury roaring in Ahsoka’s mind. Twice, cracks of lightning revealed fallen bodies as she and Jacen ran past.

Another set of Sith attempted an ambush, only to falter when they registered her white lightsabers. Ahsoka didn’t hesitate to leap forward and deal with them swiftly, before any attention could be turned to the padawan beside her. Jacen, thankfully, didn’t attempt to join her, nor did he comment afterward - but his Force-presence shivered and pulled in even tighter on itself.

The next enemies they came across were a squad of stormtroopers, concentrating fire on a solitary figure, who deflected incoming plasma bolts and shot back his own with the same weapon. Ahsoka could sense two more younglings hidden behind Ezra’s billowed cloak, and increased her speed.

One trooper spotted her mid-charge. He and his neighbor turned to shoot at the new target, but their bolts went wild, too far off the mark to even require deflection. Ridiculous, Ahsoka could hear in her mind, as she spun and slashed, No brother would have gotten off Kamino with aim like that; do they even bother training these shinies, or just hand ‘em armor and a blaster and a new set of orders?

Faster than droids, but not nearly as fast or coordinated as clones, which meant Ahsoka carved through the stormtroopers within moments. As the last blaster fell in pieces to the ground, she saw Jacen dash past to crash against his favorite teacher with a desperate hug. Ezra wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulders, the other still holding his lightsaber. “Ahsoka?”

“Get to my ship,” she ordered, as another peal of thunder rang above their heads, and the first few raindrops began to fall. “Don’t wait for anyone else, just take off and get to safety.”

Expression grim, Ezra nodded, and turned to drop into a crouch. He helped Alora get to her feet, the girl holding Grogu against her chest. “Pypey?”

The teenager shook her head, headscarf gone, face covered in tears. Ezra didn’t waste any more time before hustling her and Jacen off, towards the hidden landing pad where they kept hyper-capable craft. Ahsoka barely waited before hurrying onward again.

She passed more bodies; some students, some stormtroopers, the occasional Sith in black and red armor. The rain began coming down harder, turning the ground slick with mud, dragging visibility down to mere feet and severely impacting how much Ahsoka could sense with her hollow montrals.

But the Force didn’t falter. Every leap took her from one mostly-stable spot to another, following further death knells and surges of power, all the way up to the front steps of the old Jedi temple set into the mountainside. All the way to Luke.

Despite his much smaller stature, he moved like Anakin, and she could feel the intense emotions racing through him. One trooper after another fell, Luke refusing to let any of them put so much as a single foot on the steps into his school, his Academy. More bodies sprawled across the stones behind him; only one still flickered faintly with life.

Ahsoka took over the fight.

She landed ahead and just to one side of Luke, better positioned to defend the one student still gasping for breath. “Go! Take her and go!” Her fellow Jedi hesitated, clearly torn between multiple directions. “She’s dying, Luke, take Jaina and go, NOW!”

His Force-presence flared, then settled, decision made. Ahsoka felt the man lunge, scoop up his wounded student, and bolt into the Temple. She knew he’d follow a secret route out to the far side of the mountain, where an overhang sheltered his old X-Wing. With any luck, Artoo would be waiting, engines already fired up and ready to take off.

Even without luck, Ahsoka would buy them enough time to escape. Raindrops sizzled off her lightsabers as she swept them through the air, evaporating into steam that trailed after her every movement.

And Ahsoka moved.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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hmhmhmhmhm i saw you wanted a request so i am here!!!

what about your favorite character with a gn!reader who loves to play pranks and make jokes (dad jokes/dark jokes/etc) either romantic or platonic either is fine!

do whatever you wish with this my dear <3

-your purple emotional support mouse

•Obi Wan appreciates your talent in making people laugh

•It's something he hadn't been doing a lot of since before he met you

•After all, watching his blood brother be turned to the dark side, sucessfully causing the extinction of Jedi as he knew it really took a toll on a person

•He had met you in his many journeys of hopping planets in the beginning, hoping to remain undetected by the new forces that ruled over the galaxy with a cold fist

•You looked to be only a few years within his own age. Not much younger than him. If things hadn't gone to such shit, the former general didn't doubt he might have passed you in the Jedi temple as an ambassador; or even Jedi

"Do you need something. Or are you just gonna stand there and keep staring at me. Because I have a blaster and I'm not afraid to use it."

Obi Wan snapped out of his brief dry spell, vision coming into focus as he spied your frowning face. The bright lights surrounding the both of you from the current setting of a generic bar hurt his eyes. But his atrention was elsewhere. A strong aura pulsed around you, chalk full of the force. He detected surface level emotions of curiosity and nerves, along with one of deception.

"I don't think you do." He offered you a slight smile, holding his hand out cautiously, the other one lowering the hood on his head. "I'm Ben."

•Ever since that day the two of you had somewhat struck up a close relationship. You hadn't known what to make of the stranger at first, but he seemed alright. Strangley attached to you, often making offhand comments about things that sounded related to an old way of living you'd heard about regarding glowing sabers and, what was it, telepathy? But you just shrugged it off a lot

•You found the way to his heart was through jokes

•Softer ones were the trick. Not dark humored comments as you soon came to learn. But cheesy little lines. You always found that he seemed to be more genuine in his smiles when you made attempts at that

#star wars #star wars x reader #obi wan #obi wan x reader #obiwan kenobi x reader #obiwan kenobi #request #x reader #headcanons #drabble #requests open #ben kenobi #ben kenobi x reader

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(This may be the prelude to a longer fic or may end up a standalone, but for now it’s the latter. We shall see. Spoilers for Onslaught.)

MEK-SHA

The sound of air straining within a compressed throat fills the narrow room as you approach.

After a moment you snap your hand to the side, dashing the short, struggling Zabrak against the wall. He lands heavily on the floor, groaning and half conscious.

Once you would have let him hang there before you, feet kicking, hands grasping at his throat as he strangled in your invisible hold, and you might have even snapped his neck then, and tossed his lifeless body aside without a thought.

But not this time. You have no aversion to killing, but you know he wouldn’t approve. You don’t want the first thing you do in front of him, after all these years, to be cold murder.

You step forward, past the fallen Zabrak. Slow, deliberate, menacing behind the mask that obscures your head. The cloth feels suffocating, the metal chafing on your cheeks and brow. You’ve never been one to hide your face; you wore the memory of your pride even when your head was bowed in an immortal masquerade of obedience.

But there is a necessity for disguise here, and not a glimpse of your being can be seen. The scarlet of your skin, the crimson of your eyes, all hidden behind a garb of shadows. Even your presence in the Force is cloaked - a grim irony, that you should conceal yourself deliberately when for so long, you could offer nothing else. Nothing but the grey void of your existence.

You turn your shrouded gaze ahead, and see him standing there, and immediately you clamp an iron fist around your heart to still the way it wants to writhe inside you. You’ve followed him for some time now, watched him from a distance - but this is the closest you’ve been. The first time you’ve truly seen his face since that fateful day, when you abandoned him aboard a breaking flagship and lost the one star still guiding you through the twilight.

His face is older, his gaze sharper, like it was hollowed out and then only partially filled again, leaving edges that catch light and shadows both. His stance is wary as he stares at you. His lightsaber is already in his hand, far quicker to reach for it than you remember, the green-gold blade flaring brightly in the dimness of the room.

“Who are you?” he asks. His voice is level, controlled - not truly fearless, but not truly afraid.

You cannot answer him. Not yet.

You aren’t certain you know the answer yourself.

Instead you halt and pointedly reach for your own lightsaber. The scarlet blade spits from the hilt under an automatic flick of your wrist - and internally you freeze for an instant, wondering if he’ll notice a familiar gesture. The casual twist that became your signature, heralding the annihilation about to be unleashed.

But though his hand tightens around his own weapon, there is no recognition in his eyes - at least, none that you can visually discern. And you dare not probe further, not while his guard is still up. It’s only in the heightened chaos of battle that you will find an opening in his mental defences, and have the chance to discern if one of your fears, at least, has any basis in reality.

And so an instant later you charge forward, swinging a swift, sideways blow at his midriff. His saber flashes to meet yours, but you’re already attacking from another angle, trying to keep him off balance for as long as you can, because you know from experience that he will soon find his rhythm and you won’t be able to maintain such erratic strikes and still hold the upper hand.

You can feel the power in each slash and thrust of his lightsaber, tempered by the years you did not see. The balance, the surety, the way he gauges each movement without the need for thought as the Force flows through him. Natural skill in combat has been honed by endless, unwilling experience; but where some would have fallen, exhausted and spent, he has at last learned to harness the bright blaze of battle and risen, triumphant, above the ashes.

You keep your own motions sharp, vicious as you cut at him, as though single-minded in your attempt to bring him down. It’s a crude imitation of the harsh elegance that is your true form, but you know he will recognise your style in an instant, if you allow it to show through. He parries your attacks with relative ease, but that, too, is part of the deception - giving the impression of power in your strikes without overwhelming him. It’s a delicate balance you recall well, from the first time you crossed blades with this Jedi and allowed him to overcome you, when he was a young knight still aglow with inexperience and ideals.

You still haven’t sensed what you fear to find, and so you press the attack; and in the breath between heartbeats, the space between sparks, you find an opening. Swift as an injection, you are in, then out again. You only brush the edges of his mind, but it is enough. What would be hidden from others would be clear to you, you who learned every iteration of its touch. But you find nothing - no dark stain upon his presence, no whispers of deceit coiling like a serpent waiting to strike.

It’s true, then. What you had felt, but could not bring yourself to believe.

He is free. You are both, at long last, free.

The realisation arrests you, and his next riposte catches you off guard. You bat it clumsily away and stumble back, suddenly feeling as off balance as he’d been moments ago. Your breathing is harsh, shallow behind your mask, your pulse thundering through your limbs and in your ears.

Escape. You must escape, before he realises. You can’t process this and him at once, not yet -

There’s an instant of uncertainty between you. You stare at him, and you see his head cant fractionally, see the furrow divoting between his brows as he holds his lightsaber before him, awaiting the next strike.

It does not come. You reach out through the Force and yank at a nearby vent in the wall, wrenching it out of place. A torrent of steam is released, flooding out to fill the room; you use it to conceal your escape, even as you flounder beneath the unexpected weight of relief dragging at your body.

“So how’d the mask work?” asks Kira, when you climb heavily aboard the cramped ship you’d both arrived in, and wedge yourself into a seat too small for your bulky form.

You drag the oppressive mask from your head and toss it aside. It’s an ugly thing, and you’d almost refused when Kira came back with it, claiming it was the only one big enough to fit you. But you both know that she’s not really asking about the mask now.

You wipe away the sweat clinging to your face. “It’s true,” you rasp out. “The Emperor is gone. I felt no trace of him.”

You slump back, and Kira’s own posture eases visibly.

“Well,” she says. “That’s a relief.”

As you breathe deeply, trying to steady the heartbeat that’s slipped, yet again, from the steely grasp of your control, she shakes back her hair and fixes you with a keen glance.

“So, big guy - what are you gonna do now?”

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Grailfinders #24: Georgios

today on Grailfinders, we’re finally getting back to work on the OG servants with Georgios! dear ol’ Dragons Georg is a Champion, because what else is a cleric with a sword supposed to be? that being said, we do make some pit stops into the Cavalier archetype for a cool horse that will not eat you, as well as the Game Hunter archetype to ruin dragons’ days even more, and the Knight Vigilant archetype to become a vigilant knight.

and yes, I’m still using the “confused with a nature god” excuse to give him some extra stuff to do. if nasu can create an entire servant based on one niche reading of a mythological figure so can I. I will be vindicated when saber Georgios comes out in LB 8.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

next up: Teach me, Blackbeard-san!

Ancestry & Background

While we will be spicing it up later, Georgios starts out as a bog-standard Human. that gets him a +2 in Wisdom and Constitution, but not a whole lot else at level 1. that being said, he is pretty Versatile, giving him a free first-level general feat like Ride. with this, you can automatically command animals to move while riding them, and they act at the same time you do. you also get situational protection from mental effects when you Keep Up Appearances as a reaction. this doesn’t make you immune to emotional effects, but it does prevent enemies from capitalizing on them.

at level 5, you can Sense Allies. a good tank always knows what their party is doing, otherwise the healer might run off and get himself killed pulling yet another mob group we weren’t ready for and- ahem. sorry. we’ve been playing a lot of FFXIV lately. the important thing is you can always detect when allies are nearby, and finding them while hidden is a lot easier.

at level 9 you become a Hardy Traveler, making it easier to ride around in heavy armor. turns out dragons don’t wait that long to attack.

at level 13 you gain a Stubborn Persistence that helps keep you from getting fatigued by making a flat check to avoid the effect. you still have to get away from whatever’s causing it though, or you’ll have to remake the check every once in a while.

finally, at level 17 you can Bounce Back once per day, preventing you from being wounded after hitting 0 HP. that’s one more chance to get up from being knocked down, which is practically a guts on its own.

George’s real background was a soldier, but we can pick up soldiering skills from anywhere- getting photography lessons at a later level would feel weird. that’s why we’re starting as a Printer. that gives you a boost in Charisma and Wisdom, as well as training in the Society and Scribing Lore skills. you’re also Multilingual, giving you two more languages now, and even more if you level up in society. George is simultaneously Greek, Palestinian, and English, depending on who you ask. a real globe-trotter!

Starting Proficiencies

yeah this part takes so long I’m making a whole new section for it.

Trained: Perception; Religion; Survival; Athletics; [Diplomacy; Medicine]; Reflex saves; Class DC; unarmed, simple, and martial attacks; unarmored, light, medium, and heavy armor

Expert: Fortitude saves, Will saves

Class Levels

1. your Key Ability is Strength, giving you another boost to help haul that big sword around. you also get an Ability Boost in four more stats, like Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Charisma.

I’ve heard rumors that they’re planning on removing alignment restrictions for Champions in the next Pathfinder update, but to be honest, being a Paladin still works really well for you. with this, you can Lay on Hands using your devotion points, which are usually one per devotion spell per day, and can be recharged by spending ten minutes doing good deeds. touch someone, and they get healed.

you can also make a Retributive Strike against an enemy who attacks another ally. this grants the ally in question some damage resistance, and you get to make an attack if they’re close enough. you also get trained in Nature for some reason.

following the trend of useless features, you can Shield Block. useful if you have one, but Georgios usually doesn’t carry a shield. maybe he should? might help.

one last feature, your Deity’s Domain grains you a second devotion point and spell. I’d rather just get the Might domain’s second spell right away, but we need to get Athletic Rush first. this spell increases your movement speed and your athletics checks, and as part of the action you use to cast the spell you can stride, leap, climb, or swim. it’s really just helping you be a lot more physical in short bursts. given what you’re fighting, every little bit helps.

2. at level two, you can take the oath to become a Dragonslayer! that means you have to fight evil dragons now, and to help with that you get a +4 bonus to damage against evil dragons when using your retributive strike. again, every bit.

you also hold the Eyes of the City, making it easier to track creatures in villages and towns by listening to local’s stories. I’m sure this can also help you find the perfect photo ops too.

we’re also grabbing the Cavalier archetype this level, giving you an animal companion. you can also pledge yourself to a cause now for bonuses in the archetype later, and given how champions are all about pledging themselves you’ve pretty much done that already.

3. at level three you gain a Divine Ally, a steed who is… also an animal companion with the mount ability. huh. you can’t keep both at the same time, so we’re mostly going to focus on the champion companion.

thankfully, other features like Express Rider can work regardless of the companion you’re partnered with, making it easier to increase your travel speed while riding.

you’re also an expert in Religion now. it’s kind of your thing. that and the dragons, obviously.

4. at level four your Divine Health makes it harder for you to get sick- you get a +1 to all saves against diseases, and your successes are always critical.

you’re also an Experienced Professional, so your photography is never bad enough to keep you from making any money off of it. I know as a man of god you’re not into material possessions, but you’re going to need quite a nest egg to afford a dragonslaying sword.

you also pick up a Cavalier’s Banner, giving all allies within 30’ of your mount a +1 bonus to will saves against fear, at the cost of causing them to be frightened when your banner is destroyed. carrying a flag everywhere is a little unwieldy, but hey it’s more mental debuff resistance.

5. at level five you get an Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Charisma again. more health, more dragonslaying, more spell power. you’re also better at Scribing now, since that’s what we’re using as your photography. everybody needs a hobby.

on top of that, your Weapon Expertise makes you an expert with weapons! everything except advanced weapons are your for the using!

6. at level six you get a Loyal Warhorse, making your champion steed a mature companion, and it can no longer attack you, even if magically compelled to. kind of a specific feature, but given your horse’s unique dietary needs, that’s probably for the best.

you’ve spent enough time studying photography that your Unmistakable Lore makes it easier to recall knowledge about the process, preventing critical failures.

you can also Defend Mount as a reaction, taking the hit for your horse while you’re riding it. that’s kind of the opposite of how this is supposed to go, but you’ll have a lot more defensive buffs by the time this is over to eat damage.

7. speaking of, your new Armor Expertise does what you’d expect, plus you get the armor specialization effects of medium and heavy armor. you can also Pick up the Pace while traveling to hustle more, and you’re a master of Religion.

on last thing- your Weapon Specialization adds an extra 2 damage to all your attacks, and grows as your weapon training does.

8. at level eight you get the Advanced Deity’s Domain devotion spell, giving you a third devotion point each day which you can use to cast Enduring Might. as a reaction, you get resistance to all damage from one attack or effect. this is Bayard’s one attack nullification effect, and it also grows as you level up and also based on your strength.

speaking of defense, you can pray for some sacred defense as an action once an hour! if you succeed, you’ll get some temporary hp- you can also try a harder check for more of it!

if all this protection is getting you down, lets go on the offense with the game hunter dedication! with this, you can target creatures with the hunt prey action if you can see it, hear it, or you’re tracking it down. this gives you a +2 bonus to seek and track it, as well as a bonus to stealth checks! you can also get an extra bonus- if you hit your prey while its flat-footed, it needs to make a constitution save. on a failure, it gets slowed down for up to a minute.

9. that last bit from level 8 uses your class dc, so it’s a good thing your champion expertise just came around to give you expertise in your class dc and divine spells. your divine smite makes creatures you make a retributive strike against take persistent damage too.

your saves get better when you become a juggernaut with lightning reflexes. that’s mastery in fortitude saves, plus more crit succs, and expert for reflex saves.

you’re also an expert with nature now for better riding!

10. level 10’s another ability boost in strength, constitution, wisdom, and charisma! all the stuff you need to slap up a dragon real good. well, most of it. we’re working on it, it’s a long-term goal! on thing that’ll help is your battle prayer, helping you blast an enemy with good or law damage once a day. the damage even triples once you’re legendary in religion.

on the nonmagic side, your steed is now an imposing destrier, turning it into a savage animal companion, plus it gets an action each turn even if you don’t spend time commanding it, letting it attack or move for free!

speaking of movement, your quick positioning helps you get into the thick of things at the start of battle against your prey, letting you step up to two times for free. you’re the one with all the defense buffs, so make sure you’re between your friends and your dragons.

11. at level 11 your alertness gives you expert perception, and your divine will makes you a master of will saves, with more crits to boot! you’re also a master of nature!

you can also exalt your retributive strike, getting the rest of your party in on the hitting stuff action! everybody within 15’ of you can make a melee attack with a -5 penalty as a reaction. just really julius caesar his ass.

you also get an incredible investiture, letting you attune to more magic items. the bones of saints are relics, so you already have like, 200+ magic items on you! congrats!

12. at level 12 you become a Blade of Justice. you can spend two actions to make a special attack against something you’ve seen hurt an innocent person, dealing extra damage against evil creatures, and letting you turn all the damage into good! you can also use all your retributive strike effects on this attack.

as a master of nature, you have Morphic Manipulation, helping you grow a plant through ten minutes of meditation. doing this more than once a day is possible, but it makes you fatigued, and you can’t do it more than twice a day. told you we were bringing back the nature god stuff.

one last thing- you can spend three actions on a Trampling Charge, moving your mount up to its speed and through enemies, dealing damage to everything it passes through, based on the targets’ reflex saves.

13. at level 13 your Armor Mastery gives you mastery… in armor! shocking, I know. you’re also a master in scribing now! and your Weapon Mastery does exactly what you’d think. easy level!

14. at level fourteen, you’re actually expected to fight dragons! at least I assume so, since that’s the level you can finally emit a Wyrmbane Aura, protecting yourself and nearby allies from elemental damage, with extra protection if that damage is from a dragon’s breath.

you can also Quick Mount now, mounting a creature and giving it an order in the same action! dragons move fast, but so do you.

you can also use Double Prey now to mark two enemies at the same time. FGO has three slots in each wave, but if you’re fighting dragons usually one of them is really big and takes up two of those, so it all works out!

15. level fifteen’s Ability Boost bumps your Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, and Wisdom. at this point brute strength won’t add too much to your fight, it’s all about survivability. you’re also a Caravan Leader, for more hustle in your bustle while traveling.

your Greater Weapon Specialization adds even more damage to every swing, and we’ll also bump your Athletics up to expert so you can stay on your horse easier.

16. at level 16, Bayard becomes an Auspicious Mount, making it a specialized companion that can be an “Auspice” mount. there are other options, but the feat’s named after it, come on. this gives your mount expertise in Religion, the ability to speak celestial, and increased intelligence and wisdom.

you’ve also been a knight long enough at this point to know some Courtly Graces, letting you use your societal training to make impressions on nobles. given that your society is actually worse than your diplomacy, that may not be a good idea. you look the part though.

speaking of knighthood, you’re now a Knight Vigilant. this increases your proficiency in Religion to Legendary status, and you now provide greater cover to your allies as they stand behind you.

17. more skill buffs! your Champion Mastery improves your spells and class DC, while your Legendary Armor makes you legendary with armor. you’re also legendary in Nature now, to be almost superhuman in your ability to ride creatures. because you are. that’s how servants work.

18. you now exude an Aura of Righteousness, giving you and all allies resistance to evil damage. you now resist evil, elemental damage, and specific attacks, so it’s really hard for a dragon to actually fight you and leave a scratch.

you’re so religious, you can receive Divine Guidance by spending 10 minutes reading the bible. you make a religion check of the DM’s choice of DC, and you can get a hint on how to move forward.

you can also Keep up the Good Fight once an hour. if you’d drop to 0 HP without dying, you can react to stay a 1 HP with some temporary HP to boot, and you become wounded. unless you bounce back. now this is a guts. and it’s also like 90% of the reason we grabbed Knight Vigilant anyway.

19. at level 19 we go entirely off script thanks to your Fey Life. we’re about to go through faerie britain, so you’re bound to save at least one fey, right? your nearby surroundings are now super vibrant at all times, which would mostly be flavor if not for your photography hobby. you can also summon fey once a day, but that’s not why we’re here.

the first time you die past this point, you come back to life, becoming part fey. now this is the gutsiest guts we could guts. I mean get. I know Georgios is more know for being used as solo fodder, but all that means is he’s great at dying and coming back!

this is great, but it comes with a cost- the second time you die, and each time after, you become completely fey, and no longer care about the material world, essentially turning you into an NPC. this can be reversed with a three-day ritual, but the third and subsequent times would require something like the wish spell to be fixed.

you also gain the Hero’s Defiance devotion spell, letting you heal yourself as a free action right before you would drop to 0 HP, so hopefully you won’t die that often. plus, you’re better at athletics again.

20. for your final level, you get an Ability Boost for Strength, Constitution, Intelligence, and Wisdom. you also become a Sacred Defender, giving you a further 10 resistance to physical damage caused by evil or dragon creatures, and you’re immune to critical hits.

furthermore, you can now Influence Nature over the course of 10 minutes, trying a nature check to affect the behavior of animals in the area, like setting up natural alarms via songbird, or making hunting for food a lot easier.

finally, you can gain Lead the Way, spending two actions to guide an ally through danger. your movement will still trigger reactions, but theirs won’t. it’s rough, but that’s kind of the job you signed up for.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

you are really, really, really hard to kill. you have resistance to almost anything a dragon can throw at you, which means you have resistances to almost everything. add onto that your solid health pool, high AC, self-healing, and ability to further block up attacks as a reaction, and you won’t go down easily. and then you’ll get right back up with one of your three or four abilities that just lets you ignore being knocked out. and then you’ll get back up with your “say no to death” card.

all that tankitude is great for taking hits for the team. you block up line of sight against enemies, you have some powerful counterattacks to encourage enemies focus on you, and you can help your team move around while only making yourself a valid target.

for a guy in plate mail you’re so goddamn fast it isn’t funny. not in combat, of course, but being able to cut down on travel time is fantastic in games that care about that sort of thing. travel speed can mean the difference between getting ambushed and setting an ambush yourself.

Cons:

you need your reaction ready simultaneously to heal yourself, counterattack, and block damage. obviously, you can’t do all those at once. this means that if anything, you’re thinking more when it’s not your turn than when it is, and that’s a weird playstyle to get used to. guess it’s par for the course for defensive types.

that “no death for me thanks” card from earlier comes with a major drawback in trading one death for a later, very permanent one. while your defenses are fantastic, you also have to take into account how much hate you’re focusing on yourself.

final downside: the horse can’t come with you everywhere. I know I haven’t brought up Bayard too much in terms of combat effectiveness, but Pathfinder is a lot better than D&D when it comes to horse survivability, and both increasing your own movement speed and getting all the horse-exclusive features from Cavalier is a nice bonus. unfortunately, Bayard is both large and an animal, so there’s plenty of spaces you simply can’t take him.

#fgo #fate grand order #pathfinder #pf2e #georgios #champion #knight vigilant #game hunter #cavalier

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agirlunderarock · 1 year

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Remedy

Summary: Obi-Wan is having a rough night after returning from Kadavo.

Pairing: Obi-Wan X OC

Warnings: references to canon typical violence

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A/N: so this was a very short fic inspired by artwork by @sunflowersinheaven So I am so sorry my dude if you saw me popping up repeatedly in your notes over this post. I was trying to keep from losing it in my likes 😅 Thank you for sharing your art on tumblr! But anyways I hope anyone reading this enjoys

Obi-Wan stared up into the ceiling of his recovery room in the med bay. Soft light from the hallway kept the room just bright enough to see clear across the room to the door of the refresher and the mirror sink in the corner. The soft beeps of monitors in the other rooms was steady though not as reassuring as he had thought they would be. He tried to close his eyes again but almost instantly opened them again.

The jedi thought he would have felt relieved. He had every reason to be happy. He was alive. Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex survived Zygrryian prison camp with him. Yet the thought of the mission made his chest tighten with uncertainty. The Torgruta villagers were safe. They had managed to rescue hundreds of lives, and just as many were still recovering in this med wing. Master Plo and his men had arrived just in time.

They had done well, all of them, and yet Obi-Wan could still hear the cries of pain piercing his ears. Each beep of the monitor echoed the crack of the whip. Every time he closed his eyes he found himself back in the cot of the prison camp, every attempt to help someone or even stay in compliance resulted in the abuse of another person. Evey choice he made lead others to torture or death. Everyone had done their part, except him. The mission might have even stayed on track if he hadn't been captured-

Obi-Wan sat up with a heavy sigh, the thin blanket sliding down his bare torso, exposing him to the crisp air of the med hall. He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to will away nightmares and memories. Despite the bacta patches, and even a good soak in the bacta tank, the Jedi’s back still stung and ached with each movement. He needed rest. He knew that, but still he couldn’t stay in bed, not when his mind was racing and tormenting him with all the ways he failed the Torgruta people.

He slowly raked his fingers through his hair. Dwelling on what he felt he could have done better wouldn’t make things better. Another deep breath, and he pushed himself out of bed and over to the sink. With every movement he could still catch whiffs of bacta coming off his skin. He had showered before attempting to sleep, but he was running out of ideas to try to get his body to relax.

He had tried meditating already, intrusive thoughts made it nearly impossible to focus. Even when he tried to recite the Code to himself, Obi-Wan could feel his resolve crumbling under the contradiction between what he believed the jedi should be and what they were constantly being asked to do in this war. The comfort he usually found in the meditation was lost to him now, as he was assaulted by more and more intrusive memories from Kadavo. He considered briefly just physically stepping through his saber forms, but the room was so small, and he loathed the thought of anyone seeing him in the hallway at this hour.

Obi-Wan found himself gripping the edges of the sink in front of him. His back still ached and perhaps it would continue to for as long as the war went on, possibly even well after. He watched as his knuckles turned white in the dim light. He couldn’t bring himself to look in the mirror. He knew what he would find. Dark circles under his wary eyes, Sas had said his face looked more shallow, sharper and pale when they got back. He didn’t need to see the physical marks on his body, he saw the signs in the people he was supposed to rescue, the people he failed.

“Obi-Wan?” woman’s voice hesitantly called from the doorway.

The jedi didn’t have to look up to know it was Sas. He’d know her voice anywhere, always pulling him from the depths of his darkest thoughts. Almost instantly he loosened his grip on the sink. She didn’t need to see him like this.

“Can’t sleep either?” she asked, still lingering in the doorway.

For a brief moment Obi-Wan thought he had felt some kind of burst in the force when she spoke his name. Anticipation? Maybe. No excitement. However, the moment he looked over to her, that burst melted into something warmer from her; concern. He could see it knit between her brows and in the way she stood half way in the room and in the hall.

“Sleep rarely comes easy to you after a mission,” Obi-Wan answered though he knew she hadn’t gone with them. She was still nursing injuries from Umbara, and some recent ones from a rogue combat trainer. Even with the bacta he and the others would be recovering from their wounds for quite some time. He still needed to check in with Anakin. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he must be feeling.

“Even when I’m not on the mission, apparently,” she replied, a small rueful smile on her face. “Thought they would have stopped being about Umbara by now, or at least that I wouldn’t have one this time since I didn’t go with you.”

Obi-Wan gave a small nod.”I had hoped that your absence would mean that you were taking care of yourself and recovering well. Maybe next time you should come, if only so theres a whole team to keep an eye on you,” he teased quietly.

Though seeing and hearing her voice did offer the Jedi some reprieve from the barrage of intrusive thoughts, even he could hear the forced lightness in his voice. He did his best to offer her a smile, but his lips felt tight and stiff. He turned the faucet on and let the cool water run over his hands before leaning down and splashing some on his face. He just needed to wash away the memories for the time being, until he knew how to confront them. Maker knows this wasn’t the only mission that would be haunting him.

Obi-Wan took a breath and reminded himself he had every reason to feel relieved, even happy to be back. He reminded himself that a rescue mission of the size they completed had never been attempted, much less succeeded. He reminded himself that he, and the rest of the team had come back in one piece, that they were alive. He reminded himself that he just found out the woman he loved also harbored those feelings for him, that he finally told her how important she was to his life.

He supposed that was why she was really at his door. She couldn’t sleep for very different reasons. Reasons she had chosen to dismiss the moment she saw the state he was in. He took a deep breath-

“Obi-Wan,” her voice pulled him back up to the surface. He hadn’t realized he was frozen over the sink again.

"I'm sorry, my dear, please come in," he said, reaching for a hanging towel and drying off his face.

“You don’t need to apologize, Pretty Boy,” her voice already softer and nearer by the time he put the towel down. “I just didn’t want to intrude, if you need time alone-”

“No, no, I’m glad you came, Sas.” Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it now, since they had only just expressed their feelings to one another a few hours ago, but her presence brought him a sense of calm. He didn’t want to be alone, but he felt that he couldn’t ask her to stay, especially when he guessed she had been hoping to find him in a completely different mood. Still, the small smile that curved across her lips had him wishing that he could be that person for her. That he could ask her to stay the night with him. That she hadn’t come in to find him trapped in the memories of the prison.

Despite her smile, he could see several thoughts rolling through her mind at once, and for the briefest moment her warm brown eyes refused to meet his own. He couldn’t say for sure what she was thinking, only that she was doing her best to not let it show on her face. Part of him wished she wouldn’t try to hide from him, that she would just show him what she was thinking and feeling so that he could try to help her. Maybe then he could do one thing right.

“Can I stay with you for a while?” She asked. “I know its just a nightmare, but I don’t really want to be alone.”

“Of course, Sas.” He put a hand on her shoulder about to lean down to place a kiss on her head. He knew she still wasn’t really talking about a nightmare, but he was more than happy to have her stay with him through the night. Even if he couldn’t sleep, maybe her talking would help him relax, just like when they first arrived.

“Can I hold you?” She asked, looking up at him suddenly. “It’s just-”

“You don’t need to explain,” He said, pulling her against his bare chest. For a moment he felt her hesitate to put her hands against his bare back, but the moment she did, Obi-Wan felt her warmth seep into him. “I’ve got you,” he whispered against the top of her head, his breath ruffling her dark hair. With each breath he could catch small whiffs of her shampoo, something sweet and clean. He wanted to let her wash over his senses, as he held her close to himself.

“Why don’t we lay down? You must be exhausted.” she suggested. Instead of pulling away from though, he felt one arm slowly rub up and down his back, while her other gently cradled the back of his head. “I can’t imagine what you and the others have been through, when the last time you really got to sleep was.”

At that moment, Obi-Wan understood what she was doing. While Sas might have originally come looking for him for much more intimate reasons, her asking to hold him had nothing to do with her own needs in that moment. Even though he was the one saying that he had her, Sas truly was the one holding him. Her warm hand grazing over his back, not shying away from the ridges made by fresh scars. The other hand rubbed firm circles less into his upper shoulders, before slowly moving up his neck, fingers gently scratching his head. He hadn’t realized how much she really held him. until he felt his body sink more into her with each pass of her hand up and down his back. He closed his eyes and let out a long slow breath.

“Come on let's go to the bed,” Sas urged in a gentle whisper, her breath ghosting over his neck as he touched his forehead to her shoulder. He shook his head a little. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep. Still he closed his eyes and held onto her tighter as he heard her sigh. “Obi-Wan… Even if you don’t sleep, you need to rest. Please…..Pretty Boy as much as I love holding you, I don’t think my back is strong enough to support both of us right now.”

“You should go back to your room,” he answered, voice muffled by her hair. “I don’t want to keep you up with my troubles. You need your rest too. There is no point in both of us to be so tired.” Even as Obi-Wan said this though, he couldn’t fully bring himself to let go of her. His mind grew quieter the moment she walked in the room. He wanted to focus on her, let her warmth wash over him and lull him into sleep and chase away the memories of the hell he and the other escaped. However, deep down he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t rely on her for such things, and he shouldn’t be so emotionally invested in her this way.

“Obi-Wan,” Sas answered, her voice quiet but stern, “I’ve been in this med bay for the last few weeks. I’ve had plenty of rest. I didn’t go on the mission, I’ll be fine. The only thing I want is for you to be okay. I want to be here with you. You don’t have to tell me what happened there, and its okay if it's heavy-” She pulled away slowly and held his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing gently over his cheeks.. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Not tonight.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath. The weight in his shoulder’s didn’t feel any lighter, and truthfully he knew it wouldn’t, even if he told Sas right then and there everything that troubled him. He silently turned his head and kissed the palms of both her hands. Maybe it was selfish to let her lead him back to the cot, but what else was there to do? He could shut her out, push her away, send her away and then what? Sit there and let his thoughts torment him more? Maybe that was what he deserved for the mistakes he made on Kadavo, but it wasn’t what he wanted. The only thing he wanted to do as he laid down next to Sas was to hold her and try to focus on letting go of those mistakes.

Once again, Obi-Wan was made aware of who was really holding who, as Sas guided his head to rest on her upper chest, her fingertips gently scratching his scalp. Though it had only been a few hours since they had chosen to be open about their feelings for one another, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel comfortable in her arms. It wasn’t just that her heart beat drowned out the intrusive thoughts or that each breath she breathed ruffled his hair and ghosted over his forehead. Being with her felt natural, easier than breathing and just as comforting as letting himself sink into the force during meditation. A familiar and welcoming warmth settled over his clouded thoughts as he closed his eyes and held her to his chest. He sank into her, letting her overcome his senses as he felt her lips press to his hairline.

“I love you,” she reminded him softly, her other hand rubbing up his arm and shoulder.

A small shiver ran through the jedi master. He never let himself indulge in the thought that he could let someone like Sas love him, nor that he would so openly return those affections, yet he nuzzled his face against her emerald skin and pressed his lips over the spot he heard her heart rapidly pounded away. In that brief moment he told himself that he didn’t care if they were discovered. She was the remedy he needed, even if his concerns weren’t resolved, she believed he could find away and would be with him every step of the way.

Tonight that was all he needed.

“Goodnight, Pretty Boy,” said with a sleepy sigh.

“Goodnight, my hero,” he answered, letting her presence lull him into much needed peaceful rest.

#star wars #star wars fanfic #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan fanfic #Obi-Wan Kenobi #obi wan x oc

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mykingdomforasong · 2 years

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Story idea… skymandolo accidentally falling asleep together

Ok so -

Din and Grogu have been hanging around Luke because Grogu still needs more protection than Din can always offer, and Din needs to learn how to use the dark saber.

And there is no sexual tension or latent romantic feelings reading to just explode between them, none what so ever (I'm lying)

Han pretty regularly comes to visit as well, bringing Luke what ever supplies he needs and staying for a few days to keep him company.

And there is no sexual tension or latent romantic feelings reading to just explode between them, none what so ever (I'm lying)

Han arrives a few weeks after Din has started staying, and after some initial tension between Din and Han, they mellow out a bit. Sure, they're both vying for Luke's attention, but they both realize that acting like jealous jerks isn't the way to do that. Besides, Luke's favorite past time is calling people out of their shitty behavior, so it really can only go on so long.

After a few days, they decide the three of them should do a movie night. Han brought some holovids for him and Luke to watch, and a few are even appropriate for Grogu ("I mean, he's fifty, I'm sure he could handle any of them" "That isn't how his aging works. I don't think. But you're right. He's seen worse" "I was joking, but I'm now deeply worried about your parenting")

Luke's got Han on one side, Din (with Grogu in his lap) on the other. The lights go out, the movie starts, and the next thing Luke knows is he's waking up with a stiff neck as the credits roll. He'd been a little tired and over worked the last few days, but he didn't think he'd fall asleep that fast.

But at some point Han and Din had also fallen asleep. Din's head (helmet and all) are on Luke's shoulder, and Han's head is fully in Luke's lap. There's no hope for him getting up without waking them. And he doesn't really want to wake them, because, well ... he's a little touch starved, and a little in love with both of them.

Bit he does need to get up, because Grogu is not on the couch with them. He has taken advantage of the situation to finess some snacks from the kitchen.

Luke turns his neck just enough to catch Grogu on the counter, hand in the literal cookie jar, crumbs on his little outfit.

"Gorgu ..." "[the big sad]"

Luke floats him back over to the couch. The weight of Grogu returning to his lap is enough to stir Din enough to wake him up. He apologizes, a little embarrassed, but stops when he sees Han. He doesn't say anything the "at least I'm not that bad" subtext is clear.

Din shuffles off to bed with Grogu, but Luke stays on the couch a little longer playing with Han's hair. And if he falls back asleep next to Han, who can blame him? And if he regrets not climbing into bed with Din, who could blame him for that either?

#skymandolo #skysolo #dinluke #luke skywalker #han solo #din djarin #grogu #my writing

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nerdy-fangirl-65 · 2 years

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Sleep Well, My Darling.

Title: Sleep Well, My Darling

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi X reader

Summary: A oneshot in which Obi-Wan faces off with his rival, with both words and sabers.

Wordcount: 1,632 words.

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Obi-Wan walked into the dark warehouse, the hood of his cloak hiding his face. He'd been assigned to check this building after the Jedi Council got a tip from a reliable source that there was suspicious activity here. Obi-Wan personally thought he was getting thrown into a wild Bantha chase, but it was what it was. The warehouse had lights hanging from the celling, but none of them were on. Obi-Wan pulled his lightsaber from where it sat against his left hip, and pressed the switch that ignited it. The blue blade welcomed him with its comforting snap, hiss. He looked up are the ceiling, and chuckled. Rafters laced the celling. Shockingly, whoever had told the Council of the suspicious activity was correct.

"I know you're here," Obi-Wan spoke, using his freehand to push the hood of his cloak off of his head.

"Congrats, you can use the Force," the familiar taunting voice of Y/n replied. Obi-Wan heard the sound of boots hitting the floor a few feet behind him, and he spun on his heel to face her. There she stood, in her black knee-high combat boots. She wore black leggings, with a knee length black dress over them. Over that, she wore a black hooded cloak, and black gloves. The hood of her cloak was still pulled over her head, but Obi-Wan didn't need to see her face to know what she looked like. She had bright yellow eyes, with only hints of the e/c that were to true color of her eyes. She had long h/c hair which she always kept pinned up in a bun as to keep it out of the way.

"How excellent to see you again, my dear," Obi-Wan spoke, as he shrugged his cloak off, tossing his lightsaber to his left hand for a short second so he could pull the right side of his cloak off.

"Oh, Obi-Wan, always leaving your clothes everywhere," Y/n replied, shrugging off her own black cloak, revealing her face.

"Like you're one to talk," Obi-Wan taunted in response. Y/n rolled her eyes and used the Force to grab her two lightsabers from their places on her hips. She flicked both of them on, and held them both facing down, the tips nearly grazing the ground. Obi-Wan stepped back, his right hand which held his lightsaber over his head, his left hand pushing forward. As always, he waited for her to make the first move. Y/n rolled her eyes as she took the bait, and ran forward, slamming both her lightsabers onto his, and using the momentum to flip over him. She landed with her back to him, and moved her arms behind her, the blades of her lightsabers crossing in a nearly perfectly. As if it was a choreographed dance, Obi-Wan turned around and swung his lightsaber to hit the both of hers. Y/n smirked to herself, pressing back against his lightsaber hard enough that he took a step back. Instantly, she tossed her lightsabers in the air, and spun around so she could face him again. She caught both of her lightsabers expertly. She grinned at him, and waited for him to make a move.

Obi-Wan stepped forward, and his saber hit one of hers, the one she held in her left hand.

"You'll have to do better than that, my love," Obi-Wan sassed, adjusting the grip on his lightsaber as he prepared for her second saber to strike his. Right on cue, the second lightsaber hit his, and Obi-Wan dug his heels into the ground. He was stronger than her, both in the Force, and physically, but she had both the leverage and the lightsaber advantage, something that tested even his skills.

Eventually, he took a step back, causing her to nearly lose her balance from the sudden shift in weight. She quickly regained her footing, and went at him. The two of them exchanged several parries, but eventually, she managed to knock the lightsaber out of his hands.

"Well, now I'm impressed," Obi-Wan commented. Y/n smirked and swung her lightsaber at his head. Obi-Wan bent backwards and avoided the crimson red blade easily. He ducked another one of her swings, and backed away from another, but at her third swing, he attempted to step backwards, he ran into the wall. He didn't remember being so close to the wall, yet here he was. She aimed her lightsaber at his throat, smirking. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, and practically crumpled to the floor, rolling himself so he was well away from the wall before standing up again in an instant. He reached his hand out in the general direction of his lightsaber, using the force to bring it to his hand. He switched it on just in time to parry Y/n's strike that was aimed at his head.

"Good try, m'dear. I must say, you're improving." Obi-Wan taunted as he pulled his lightsaber away from hers, only to have them meet again with a loud snap a moment later. Y/n glared, parrying all of his strikes. He had quickly gained the upper hand, and she was suddenly losing. He took several steps forward, forcing her to back up. Unlike him, she was smart enough to alter the direction they were going as a certain point so she didn't hit the wall. Obi-Wan aimed a strike at her head, and she ducked below it, using her right lightsaber to attempt an attack at his feet. Obi-Wan with the assistance of the force, jumped up to the celling, landing in the rafters. Y/n bent her knees before jumping up as well, easily landing on the rafters.

"Bringing this to my home turf, hm? Poor choice, darling," Y/n said as her lightsabers lit up the area around her. Obi-Wan was no where in sight. Suddenly, she heard the sound of his lightsaber activating, and had just barely enough time to duck under his blow. As a side effect of her sudden ducking, she wasn't able to keep her balance. Instead, she found herself falling a very long distance to the ground. She swore under her breath with pain as she hit the floor, her lightsabers rolling feet away from her. Obi-Wan smirked as he jumped down from the rafters, using the Force to keep the jump from hurting. He smirked down at her.

"Wow, cussing, my darling? How the mighty have fallen." He taunted as he stepped forward and aimed his lightsaber at her throat. Y/n glared as she propped herself up on her elbows. A second later, with the aid of the Force, one of her lightsabers was in her hand. She activated it quickly to push his lightsaber aside. Expertly, she rolled onto her back, feet in the air. She threw her feet forward, using her hands and the Force to assist her in her kip-up. She had to admit, it was a good kip-up, made better by the fact that she kicked Obi-Wan in the stomach on her way to standing. She grabbed her other lightsaber with the force, and sprinted for the exit of the building. Obi-Wan was rather winded from getting kicked, but he chased after her as fast as he could, lightsaber in tow. Y/n turned back to look at him, and threw her lightsaber backwards, the red blade spinning so fast Obi-Wan could barely see it. He deflected the blade with his lightsaber, and continued to run after her. He was only a few feet away from her when he watched her jump into a speeder that was being piloted by a droid, and drive off, faster than he could hope to catch. He sighed as he deactivated his lightsaber, and attached it back to his belt. He reached behind him with the force, and moments later her discarded lightsaber sat in his hand.

Twenty three years later, Obi-Wan sat in his small hut on Tatooine. He stood up, and crossed the room, digging through a box of all that was left from his days as a Jedi. He opened the wooden box---the box that Anakin had gifted Ahsoka her lightsabers in, all those years ago---and dug through it. He found Anakin's lightsaber, but continued digging, until he found a second lightsaber. He smiled softly as he closed the box, and looked over the hilt. It was a nice lightsaber, with gripping along the part where she obviously held it, and bare metal everywhere else. His finger found the switch, and he turned it on. It activated with a hum, and the crimson color shined across the room. Anakin had killed Y/n only a few days after he'd collected her lightsaber, and the thought of her death still made tears prick in his eyes.

He missed her.

He deactivated the lightsaber, and then dug around in a cabinet until he found a piece of cloth, which he carefully wrapped around the lightsaber. He stepped outside, smiling slightly when he saw the two suns setting. He walked a few feet away from his house, and soon found a small row of black flowers that had small stripes of white interlaced in them. He'd found the plant out on one of his long strolls, and had planted a few of the seeds here, in memory of Y/n. Who was all darkness, but occasionally let the stripes of light shine through in her.

He walked closed to the flowers, and knelt down, the covered lightsaber still in his hand. He set it down on the ground, closed his eyes, and used the Force to lower the wrapped item into the sand.

"Sleep well, my darling."

#obi wan x you #obi wan kenobi #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x y/n #oneshot #star wars oneshot

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