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spacewombatty · 5 months
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Shower Prompt
Anakin came back late.
It had been a month since his Knighting ceremony, but this was not his first time leading a battalion. He'd been Knighted because it wasn't his first time, but because he was one of the youngest in the order to. Many years before him, and, the war proceeded at planned years after him, the Jedi would be peacekeepers. A Padawan would rise in their ranks thanks to their emotional maturity, connection to the Force, their steady and unyielding compassion in the face of darkness.
During war, the Order needed warriors. If there was something Anakin excelled at, then it was his speed with which he cut down his enemies. The 501st third independent battle hadn't been that.
Anakin came back to the ship with his hair matted to his skull with blood. There was a gash that he'd failed to notice bleeding sluggishly down his cheek, along his neck, to pool and crust at his clavicle. His boots drag against the metal plating of the ship, and as if the staff on board knew what had happened, they didn't say. They parted.
Until today, General Skywalker boasted the fact his numbers hadn't been shaken since he'd taken command. Until today, the 501st were 580 strong.
Today, they'd lost twenty, in one fatal swoop of a Separatist tank bombing ambush. Half of the men who'd been killed were asleep.
The doors of the Jedi's bunk room opened with a hiss, Anakin's shadow darkening the doorway until they close behind him. The Knight paused long enough to make sure the doors were closed, and then kicked his boots off, and flung his saber from his belt in a fit of rage across the room. It stopped in midair--seconds from colliding with the ships metal walls.
And then it lowered, gentle, to rest horizontally on his pillow. "Those are quite expensive to fix, Padawan mine."
"I'm not your Padawan anymore, Obi-Wan," Anakin spoke to the dark. In the dim light from Nithe's largest moon, his former Master reclined easy against the nightstand beside Anakin's cot, his arms crossed. The moon lit up his face, but the Jedi didn't look for long. He didn't think he could stand the pity he'd find there.
If it had been any other person, the Knight might have had the decency to be embarrassed at being caught like this--bloody and angry at the galaxy with all it's inhabitants.
"What do you want?" he asked, tired. "Not today. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to talk battle, or strategies, and I don't want to meditate."
Obi-Wan laughed, and pushed himself up and off of the wall.
"Then I suppose we'll do none of that. I didn't come here to antagonize you, Anakin." He approached, slow and measured, until the Knight could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Obi-Wan had dressed down, clad in night clothes like he'd woken up for this.
"I came to make sure that you were alright, and found you still bloody," the Jedi murmured, tilting his head, guiding Anakin's gaze until their eyes met.
There was a pause, before the Knight sagged against him. It was all the excuse he'd needed.
Obi-Wan undressed him methodically, as methodical as if he were undressing with the intent to bandage. His hands were rough with callouses, and there was a faint scar running along his palm that when the ridge caught Anakin's skin made him shiver. Anakin sat on the bed, let the Jedi shrug him from his robes, hissed when his hands scraped a fresh wound. The older man caught his chin and tilted it to the side, assessing his face. Anakin let himself be guided. Obi-Wan didn't chide him staring.
They didn't speak, and that was it for Anakin, who's words left his lips in a clumsy tumble. As a kid, he'd envied his Master for his silver tongue. He'd hated his lessons, hated the mockery that came with the struggle, until Obi-Wan gathered Anakin's messy and fumbled words in his palm of his hands. The Jedi completed him in a way that made Anakin realize he hadn't been whole.
"Gently," the man said. The fresher was running, the Knight bare, goosebumps raising on his skin from the chill. "Slow down. For once in your life, Anakin, go slowly."
They lowered him into the bath carefully, the brunette wincing as the heat seared his skin and then made itself at home in his bones. Obi-Wan looked ridiculous and uncomfortable, still clothed and dry, kneeling next to the bath with his sleeves rolled. This was testament to everything in their relationship--Obi-Wan's composure a stark contrast to Anakin's rougher edges. The Knight felt small and pitiful, and the sentiment rose the air on his neck, made him bear his teeth and hiss as the water splash at his skin.
Obi-Wan's palm came down, smoothing over his nape, and Anakin felt his the tension drain from his bones.
"Close your eyes, dear," his voice was steady. The Knight obeyed, eyes slipping closed.
And he didn't deserve this. His eyelids were stained with the images of the lost, the scenarios of what he could've done, what he didn't do, and what he'd failed to do replaying in his mind's eye like a broken record. It was marred, it was ugly, it was entirely preventable--and Anakin let death write their names across the surface of his heart like it could prevent them from being forgotten. One day, he'd hoped, it would be a worthy death to suffocate under their weight. One day, he'd put an end to it all.
If Obi-Wan had noticed--and Anakin's shields were abhorrent--he didn't say anything. The Master's hands slipped through Anakin's curls, nails dragging across his scalp, fingers tugging the mats loose carefully until he could massage the soap into a steady sud. The room heated, the Jedi's movements as methodical as the working of a clock, and all the anger Anakin had stored in his chest throughout the day melted away as easy as the soap in his hair.
Obi-Wan's presence was warm. It was all encompassing. It was the closest thing to home Anakin had left. The Knight let his shields fall until their signatures could touch and meld, his former Master's Force curling around his own like a cat demanding a scratch. It settled against the barrel of Anakin's chest, and he savored the way Obi-Wan always made it so difficult for him to breathe.
The Jedi's hands hadn't stopped moving. A groan slipped from Anakin's mouth, and a flick of water splashed against Obi-Wan's nose when he laughed.
Water spilled over his head--crept through his curls, heat spreading across his scalp. Obi-Wan repeated the motion until he was clean, until the water bled pink with tendrils of blood.
"They missed a spot on your chest," Obi-Wan commented. His fingers moved through Anakin's hair, shamelessly petting, winding a wet curl around his finger until it bounced free. The Jedi turned to look up at him.
Obi-Wan's features were soft, in the yellow light. The curve of his cheek was inviting, the hard edges of General being replaced with the man Anakin called home, and when the light hit his hair right it seemed to turn gold.
"Don't wanna get your clothes wet," The Knight mumbled, eyes wandering. "You might get cold."
"It may be hard to believe, but the cruiser had a functioning washer and heater."
As if that was permission enough, Anakin hooked his fingers in the front of Obi-Wan's clothes, and drug him down far enough to kiss him. He got lost in the feeling of the man's mouth on his, in the way his beard rubbed his scar raw, in favor of cupping the back of Obi-Wan's neck and drinking him in deeper.
They kissed, slow, and easy. The water around him bled, and when his Master finally pulled away breathless, it matched the rosy tint of his lips.
"Anakin."
"Don't," he pleaded. "Please."
Obi-Wan sat, and thought, reaching into the Force and picking through all of the reasons why they shouldn't. There was danger written in the air. They were on the losing end of a war where biases could mean death to an entire galaxy. There was inevitable loss written in the stars that the Knight must learn to cope with--and not all of it would be due to death.
But denying Anakin was never something he cared to be good at. Obi-Wan washed his hand, callouses dragging against his scalp, until his Padawan fell asleep curled into the curve of his hand.
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photogirl894 · 1 year
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Hello. Would it be possible to get famele reader and Hunter? Hunter sees her with disheveled hair for the first time and thinks that it suits her very well.
Aw, this is a sweet one! Yeah I can totally do that! I definitely focused a bit more on Hunter in this one cuz I got a bit carried away, but I think you'll love it still 🥰
"Wild Woman"
Pairing: Hunter x fem reader
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Hunter's eyes slowly fluttered open. For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt well-rested and content.
It was all because of you...and his head turned to find the object of his affections laying beside him in the bed, still asleep.
In recent months, the two of you had grown close since you had joined up with Clone Force 99. You thought he was handsome, courageous, resilient, caring and an upstanding leader. He thought you were beautiful, brave, resourceful, passionate and fiery. For quite a while, there had been some flirtations and stolen glances, but you both had been hesitant on expressing feelings to each other...until just last night.
The day before, you all had been on a mission that had gotten you into some serious trouble. You all had come across some pirates who had gotten a hold of you and used you against the Batch. They tried to trick the Clones into giving them the cargo you all had gone to collect and even when they did, the pirates tried throwing you over a ledge. Lucky for you, Hunter had been quick to jump over, catch you and grapple you both to safety, but in those moments, you both had been scared of losing each other. Later that night, in a moment of quiet desperation, the truth had come out and you had spent the night together in wonderful, loving bliss.
Hunter propped himself up onto his elbow and looked down at your serene, sleeping face. Your hair was fanned out beneath your head, disheveled and unruly. Normally, you wore your hair up in some way to keep it out of your way when in a fight, but seeing it this way was...intriguing. Something about the wildness of it on you seemed to make him smile. It was adorable and he found he almost loved it more than your normal look. It was a fitting look for you. You had your moments where your true personality shined through with the rest of the squad; when you joked around with them, took crazy risks or were perhaps being reckless in one way or another. You had a fire in you that wasn't going to be tamed by anything or anyone. You did what you wanted, when you wanted and how you wanted. It sometimes was irritating when it went against a plan they had, but it was also something Hunter would never change about you. Your tenacity for disobeying orders, even if they were sometimes his, was what made you a wonderful addition to the Bad Batch.
To him, you were perfect in every way, even with your messy and wild bedhead.
He brought his hand up and brushed a lock of hair from your face before leaning forward and gently kissing your temple. You stirred ever so slightly at his touch, but didn't quite wake up. With a loving smile on his face, he leaned down again and kissed you on the lips with the intention of waking you up this time. He felt you tense up and stir under his lips before you released a quiet sigh, kissing him back as you awoke. His heart skipped a beat as he pulled back and saw your lovely eyes looking up at him and a sleepy smile crossed your face.
"Good morning," you said through a stretch.
"Good morning," he said back.
"I can't believe I'm actually waking up next to you," you said, your lips spreading wide in a happy grin.
He caressed your cheek. "Neither can I. I'm rather fond of the way you look right now."
You felt the heat rise up in your cheeks and you turned your face into the pillow to hide it. "Shut up...I have terrible hair and I'm a mess. I look hideous," you whined.
He put a hand on your shoulder and refuted, "You could never look hideous to me and I love the way your hair looks. It suits you...and I'm glad you would trust me enough to see this side of you.".
Hearing him say such sweet things about how you looked made you feel a bit better and less shy about it with him. "Well...of course, I trust you," you told him, turning back to look at him.
"It's a wild look and it fits you perfectly," he told you.
"Are you saying I'm a wild woman?" you asked, smirking.
Hunter just smirked back and replied, "I am...and you already know that's true."
You grinned even wider. "You know, you're right," you said back with a chuckle.
"I would never change that about you," he said to you as he leaned down and kissed you sweetly on the lips.
Not only were you a wild woman...you were his wild woman.
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iron-mage · 9 months
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I've been reading this star wars book the jedi path
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it's got in character annotations
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every single one from Anakin is just the biggest red flag I've ever seen,
just imagining Ashoka reading this shit & it not raising any alarms bells in her is too funny
i would die for a fic where Ashoka brings up the shit he's been writing in this to Obi-wan & they stage an intervention/start debating politics culminating in Obi-wan realising maybe allowing the most powerful politician in the senate who keeps finding ways to overstay his term in office unfettered access to your student for a decade can have some negative consequences
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thesirenbanshee · 1 year
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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 6 months
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Guys, need help again ^^;
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politicalpadme · 1 year
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Examples:
31 days of questions such as "Favorite Appearance", "AOTC Headcanon", "Character you want to interact with Padmé"
31 days of tropes such as "Coffee Shop AU", "Hurt/Comfort", "Sex Pollen"
Padmé Bingo Card with squares such as "Anakin", "Naboo", "Empress"
Prompts will be posted by early March to provide ample time to prepare. As always, feel free to ask any questions.
Please share this widely! Thank you!
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🎁12 Mystery Ask Christmas Prompts❄️
IT'S MY (second-) FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR! :D I missed out on the trick or treat thing for Halloween, so now I'm compensating!
Please read my request rules before sending anything into my ask box, just in case! But if you've visited this blog before, you probably already know what to expect.
When you pick a one of the listed numbers, you can ask for an SFW or NSFW version of the mystery prompt!
The only rule is that only one can be filled per day. Obviously, you do not need to choose numbers in any particular order.
It's the first time I'm doing this, so I hope this goes well!
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onlybeeewrites · 10 months
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OPEN ASKS AND REQUESTS
Hi everyone!
I just want to apologize for my previous absence. There was a lot going on but I am back and would love to be able to write for you lovely people. Currently I am on a bridgerton kick so anything for that would be awesome! Though I am open to write for any other fandom that I am able too <33
So like I said my requests are wide open as are my asks if anyone needs anything! Thank you all so much!
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fuckyoucanada · 2 years
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I’d go absolutely feral for a dimension travel/universe travel au where an Anakin trained by obi-wan and an Anakin trained by qui-gon meet and absolutely loath each other.
Just—Anakin thinks the council hates him but watching them interact with alt-Ani and his maverick ways he learned from alt- Qui-Gon makes his council look downright loving.
Alt-Ani barely interacts with alt-Obi-Wan, thinks he’s better than him, and Anakin already wanted to fight him, but now he wants to teach him a lesson. Because this absolutely sleemo is not better than his master. Anakin doesn’t care that alt-Obi is only a knight, that’s he’s never had a padawan. That’s his master and if this alt-Ani didn’t learn how to respect him, Anakin would just have to teach him.
He’s frustrated and once he learns Qui-Gon also dismissed his visions about his mother, Anakin realizes how much he took Obi-Wan for granted. He doesn’t like the person he’s become under Qui-Gon’s tutelage. He pictures obi-wan, either of them, stuck under the apprenticeship with the man and he can’t help but grind his teeth.
When obi-wan inevitably shows up to take him back to his proper universe, Anakin hugs him so tightly Obi-wan thinks his back is going to crack.
(This entire experience makes them TALK for once and Obi-wan admits he has feelings, but isn’t good with them because he doesn’t want to be ANGRY and qui-gon always thought he was going to Fall, so he needed to be perfect and Anakin wants to hit qui-gon again and he confesses secrets and somehow this translates to palpatine kicking the bucket, the Team learning to communicate, and alt-Obi gaining some confidence when he sees the potential he has if he only stops listening to Qui-Gon kriffing Jinn).
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fugitivehugs · 7 months
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From the star wars prompts:
Krad - the beauty of a poisonous flower
Or
Daisuke - I will paint my own destiny (because I always liked that he has a passion to create instead of just steal) (tho I suppose the prompt works for satoshi just as well haha)
thank you so much for the prompts!! I started writing the Krad one and it ended up getting too big SO i promised myself this one would be tiny and. uh. that didn't happen either. but hey it was inspiring~?
here's "I will paint my own destiny" for Daisuke!
The face of Niwa Daisuke reflected in the mirror. Big red eyes, babyish round cheeks, spikes of red hair that would be right at home on a hedgehog. And then it was gone. Then back. Then gone. “Daisuke, what the hell are you doing?” He paused mid-stroke when another face replaced his inside the mirror. “Painting.” Obviously, he politely kept to himself. From the roll of Dark’s own red eyes, he hadn’t kept it enough.
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toschestationserver · 8 months
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The Tosche Station discord server is pleased to announce the first Fic Exchange focusing on the theme: New Beginnings.
Fanart is also welcome. It's open to all Star Wars fans who have an AO3 account. More information will be shared soon.
Prompting begins August 1st.
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hanleiacelebration · 1 year
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The offerings are pouring in!
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We see you there, creeping in the dark with those... are those bones??? You know what, I’m not going to ask. We hope that in between whatever you’ve been doing to prepare for Halloween, you’ve been working on a bit of side writing as well!
Last Sunday kicked off the posting period for our annual Han/Leia Trick or Treat Prompt-a-Thon, which will continue until Monday, October 31st - that’s right, Halloween! So you still have plenty of time to read our recipe (ahem, rules), pick a flavour (prompts!) and work on your offering, which can be as short as 500 words or as long as 5k (but we’re lenient on both word count and deadline!)
When you’re done, don’t forget to tag us @hanleiacelebration​ and also use the tag #hanleiatrickortreat2022 so the coven can start sampling your tricks and treats. In fact, you might want to head there now and see what kind of spooks our witches have conjured up already 🔮
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hanleiaprompts · 1 year
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Han finds a gift from Alderaan to give to Leia. After he gives it to her he’s confused as to why she keeps blushing every time she sees him and avoiding him. Meanwhile, Leia has to figure out how to explain to Han that he had technically just proposed to her.
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iron-mage · 9 months
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so there's got to be like, in universe video games and other media based on the Jedi order right? like what universe has mystical space monks and doesn't have fictional stories about them.
do the Jedi have like, officially licensed games, would they get a cut of ppl using their order's image in their work? & if that's the case is there a thriving offbrand legally-distinct-enough-from-the-jedi-that-they-cant-do-anything-about-it jedi media series
i need Quinlan Voss parody of that one time a games journalist interviewed Japanese Mafia members about the accuracy of the game Yakuza 3 but it's a game about Jedi younglings &/or shadows fucking about in the Coruscant mid to lower levels
the offbrand jedi series full of made up shit influencing public opinion/general knowledge leading to Jedi being interviewed having to field absolute nonsense questions
like no they don't name their lightsabers & said lightsabers don't talk to them constantly that's just an annoying game mechanic to make sure that children don't get lost (think navi or the rotomdex)
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ochi-does-art · 3 months
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same heart same blood
@coline7373
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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 7 months
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