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#will she ever let him wear his Jedi robes
stargirl-writes · 5 months
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through your eyes
pairing : librarian! reader x artist! anakin skywalker
word count : 2.7k
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you'd find every book there is in search of a world you can get lost in. you thought you weren't really special enough to pursue an adventure for yourself. when one day, you notice a certain jedi spend a lot of time in your quiet library. strange— how he'd choose to sit in solitude when he can be pursuing a more colorful life outside, even stranger, is how he shows you a portrait he drew of you.
tags : fluff, romance, comfort, maybe a bit of angst(?), but it's a happy fic i promise!
warnings : none(!)
notes : hello angels! i REALLY needed to write a lover-boy-anakin for my sanity and this came to me because of this blog and watching 'the portrait of a lady on fire' because i just love how artists love. so if you're in for a tooth-aching soft fluffy ani fic, i gotchu!
likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!
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There is nothing more magical than the worlds you escape in reading for hours.
You can become an adventurer, seeking a great legend, or a fighter, ready to give your life for a cause, or a witch, enchanting villages to heal, or something useful, like a staple gun, or in love.
It would always take you away from the realities of your world. A galactic war, you grieve at night for; because you're you. And you're only the librarian in the capital city of Coruscant.
Besides, there's the Jedi Order and the Republic to fight the war. All there's left for you is to wait, and cry silently, and try to live despite it all.
You close the book you were holding, it was the last installation of the novel you were following. Towards the end, the female lead finally achieved her life's purpose— a happy ending.
It left you feeling empty, jealous even. Because she got to live a life worth hurting for— a sweet fervor. At least her suffering is met by an ending she deserves.
With a sigh, you got up and placed the book neatly on the bookshelf. The library was quiet, like it usually is. No one seems to take interest in thousands of stories waiting to be unravelled.
Maybe, they're actually living a life worth telling a story for. And you're here, stuck, looking for anything to take you off your own reality.
You heard a chair creak from a distance. You perk your head up, trying to find the source of the sound.
A lone man sat, holding what looked like a book in his hand. He was wearing robes you could recognize were of the Jedi's. Strange, a Jedi reading, even stranger, he was holding something, a pencil or a pen, and he was writing down in his book.
As the librarian, you wanted to come up and ask him if there was anything you could help him with. Half-hoping to hear what type of books he was interested in. But his eyes were focused and intent, like he was really immersed, and you thought it best not to disturb him.
So you left him to his business. It was already late, and your energy is already depleted from finishing your book.
The following days were identical. Arranging books, cleaning shelves, helping a few readers find their books.
The Jedi you once saw that night became ever-more present. You wanted to ask what he was reading, must be something good if he's willing to sit down and go through it rather than pursue colorful adventures as a Jedi.
You were finishing the inventory one night when you curiously peeked over the Jedi. His eyes caught yours and you looked away, embarrassed to have been so shamefully staring.
But then, your curiosity overcomes your embarrassment, so you walk up the Jedi.
"I can't help but notice you come here often" You began, trying your best to conceal your excitement. You wanted to know what he was reading, you needed some place to take your mind off.
"Oh?" He looks up, closing his book.
The cover didn't have a title, and you frowned at the let down.
"Well, I've never seen a Jedi actively want to read before" You commented, earning a chuckle from him.
"May I ask what you're reading?" You blurt out.
You could feel his gaze land on you and you suddenly feel conscious of being subjected to his attention.
He shakes his head with a lighthearted smile, and tucks his book to his robes.
"No, I'm sorry, It's not a book" He answers.
Seeming to read the visible disappointment in your face, he brings the book on the table again.
"Then what is it?"
"I draw, sometimes" He answers, handing you his journal, you turn the page revealing his sketch of the architecture of the library, it was elaborate, sharp lines that capture the symmetry of the columns, darker shades where there is no light.
Your eyes land on another sketch, a mech-droid. He even has a deconstructed version beside it like he had been studying how to operate it.
You turn another page, and you recognize a woman, Madame Jocasta, the librarian for the Jedi Library.
"These are really well done." You commented. "Are you a mechanic?" You asked, finding another elaborate deconstruction of a lightsaber.
"Yeah, you can say" He answers with a smile. "But I'm a Jedi knight, I'm only drawing what interests me"
"Why come to the library then?" You asked, turning to the last few pages, and to your surprise, you saw a sketch of the night you finished a novel you were reading.
Your cheeks were painted scarlet— following the lines he used to capture your visible dismay. You look up, stuck between being flattered and feeling embarassed.
"I meant to give you that" He scratches the back of his head.
You shake your head, deciding it was an innocent act to observe and draw what he sees. "Well, you got my nose wrong" You tease.
He chuckles, as if he's relieved by your positive reaction.
You dared turn another page and find another portrait of you, you recognize that it had been the day when you were explaining the metaphor used in your favorite classical tale of a boy who's got too much in his ego, it ended up being his downfall.
The Jedi didn't fail to capture the Twilek's reaction to your rambling and you laughed at the picture.
"I think she just wasn't ready to hear the tale of a boy who got too close to the sun" You explained the reason for the Twilek's expression on the portrait.
"I don't understand why it'd be a tragedy, Icarus was smiling when he fell" The Jedi speaks, and your heart skips a beat. He knows the story, you fought the excitement to urge him to expand on his thought.
"You know the story?"
"Ah, my mother used to tell me a lot" He answers. "She told me that he knew exactly what it'd mean if he went too far"
"And you think he was happy when he fell?" You inquired, curious by his optimistic view.
"I think he finally achieved his life's purpose" His lips curl to a smile.
For a moment, you held your breath, perplexed by how he interpreted such a tragic end.
You caught him looking, and you stripped your gaze away, closing his journal and handing it back to him.
You hoped that you've not made him feel embarrassed to not want to come again. The way he gave a fresh view on your favorite tale made you want to hear what he has to say.
"Well, if you're interested in drawing, I'm always here" You invited.
His eyebrows flash. "In that case, I swear I'll never bore the way that Twilek did. You can tell me all the stories you can"
Your heart skips and you can't help but smile at the thought.
"My name's Anakin"
"[Name]"
Anakin became more apparent to your life.
With your permission, he finally was able to study you, his eyes would narrow in focus, trying to replicate what he sees and how he sees you using a pencil, and you, reading stories and tales out loud.
In the beginning, you felt squirmish. He was really intent on looking at you, seeing you. No one else has quite looked at you the way he does. and you felt like every insecurity of yours was brought up front.
It felt like undressing; you thought, if he sees too closely, and unmasks you, will there be anything underneath? You felt like you were too mundane for him to look at you the way he does.
"And towards the end, she'd settle for a quiet life. She'd have lain on the ground he'd walk on, and this was a life she could see herself in" You finished the tale.
Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, showing dislike for the ending. "That can't be her end" He states his opinion.
You put down the book, happy that he was thinking the same as you. "Why do you say?" You encouraged him to speak more.
He doesn't stop looking up and down from you to his sketch. "She was an traveller, she wanted to sail" He recalled the synopsis.
"She was in love, it made her have different priorities" You considered the point the author made.
His hand halts, and his eyes land on yours. "If he truly loved her, he would have allowed her to become a fully realized person. He'd not have asked her to extinguish her fire" He looks up, as if in thought. "If he loved her, being near her fire would have been enough"
You smiled, surprised to learn that Anakin had been such a romantic.
"Well, what do I know, I've never been in love" You shrugged.
You look up to find Anakin's expression soften. You wondered what he was thinking of in this very moment.
"It's done" He says after a while.
He shows the portrait, and immediately, you see how unkept your hair looked. Then, how he deliberately emphasizes the creases of your cheeks when you smile and how he erased a portion in your eyes to make them appear as though it twinkled with light.
"You don't like it?" He says after noting your reaction.
"No, no, it's lovely" You answered. Though, you felt like it was too pretty, too idealized. Perhaps, he was seeing you in a manner you can't, for better or for worse, you don't know.
He nods, you can see his reluctance to ask what you thought, then you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting he can sense, and he definitely got what you'd been feeling.
The following afternoons went like that. You freely speaking your mind and him carefully sketching, listening.
For the first time, you don't feel like there is a need to escape your world anymore. You wake up, filled with stories you wanted to tell Anakin. Your heart would skip every time you hear the bells of the library door ring. Or when you'd catch Anakin so deep in focus, as if he was committing you to memory, and over time, his sketches of you became more honest, he'd sketch your insecurities with charming strokes, and you don't feel as though you have to hide them around him. He looks at you and sees art. It felt like the most comforting thing.
"But that was the test, he needed to trust that she'll walk behind him, he has to decide that it would be enough" You challenged his view one time you finished reading a tale of two lovers, Orpheus and Eurydice.
He has finished drawing and put down his journal to engage with your opinions.
"Can you really blame him? The Gods were playing with his doubts" He defends.
"Right, he did walk to hell for her" You considered.
"But isn't that what makes it so tragic— they could have made it out, they were so close" You grieved, because despite knowing the ending, you still hope that somehow, they'd find a way to crawl out of hell. Enduring love like that earns an ending that is deserved.
"Orpheus was only a man. He chose to look at her, one more time. He knew if he did, he'd lose her. And he did. It's a choice not of a lover, but of a poet" He concludes, and you thaw.
You'd still find yourself mesmerized by his mind. The way he sees things, the gentleness that comes, not because of the absence of violence, he knows too much of it in the war, but because despite the abundance, he remains tender.
You don't know when you started falling in love with Anakin. You only know that he'd be the story that'll last for your lifetime.
Anakin hands you the portrait. And you smiled at the expression he chose to immortalize. One of when you're almost brought to tears narrating how Eurydice was always behind Orpheus despite him never hearing her.
"I wish I looked this pretty when I cry" You commented, tracing over the lines of his sketch of you.
You felt Anakin tuck a loose strand of hair to your ear. He was looking at you with the same focus, the same wonder, same fascination.
You've grown so used to his gaze, it felt like you were communicating something that can't be expressed into words.
"If you see yourself the way I do now, you'd never doubt my sketches" He softly speaks.
"You're beautiful"
His words latched to your heart.
Anakin is the most dream-like of all; sometimes he feels like a mere character of a novel incarnated into an etheric being.
Anakin held your face, and in the heat of the moment, you pressed your lips against his.
You thought, if anyone else can feel how he makes you feel, they'd never doubt that true love exists.
The understanding you craved for— he gave you most ardently.
Saying 'I love you' came easy. Sometimes, you feel as though saying it would not suffice for how enormously you felt for him.
Your afternoons became late nights, and early mornings. Anakin would ask you to stop smiling, so he could draw you in honesty, but how could you not? You loved the way he'd be so immersed, so lost by gazing at you.
It was a bliss you've only known with Anakin.
But you watched how slowly, he was becoming more and more tense. You're not fighting the war the way he was, being a General, wielding a weapon at the front lines.
He'd rip away pages in frustration, and though you try to soothe the tension and pressure, you're afraid that this story will end in a tragedy.
All your favorite romances leave you feeling hollow towards the sad ending. And with Anakin, you keep being haunted by the thought that any moment might be the last.
What an odd plot to be involved in; loving and being deathly terrified of losing it.
You wrapped yourself in his robes— wishing the feeling to stop plaguing you. Anakin had been asleep, and you stood by the balcony, deep in thought.
You tuck your hands in your pockets, feeling your fingers grow cold by the crisp midnight air.
A piece of paper crumples, and you unfold the portrait.
It was the night you first shared yourself with Anakin. Your mind is flooded by the memory; how he made sure you felt comfortable, how he took every moment slowly like the world outside didn't matter.
You didn't know he drew you, or that he kept it in his pockets. It was strange— to see the picture he loved most was one where you were sleeping. You tuck the paper back inside and go back to bed.
He's gone most of the days now. But you can tell he's making the effort to stay awake when he'd come to your quarters.
"—Love is not an everlasting performance in which you have to attempt to keep your lover's attention. Rather, it's the release of insecurity to trust them to choose to stay, no matter what they see" You narrated softly, thinking Anakin had fallen asleep.
You planted a kiss on his forehead.
"I don't think I've heard this story before" He speaks up after a while.
"No, you haven't" You managed a wan smile. "I wrote it"
Anakin was looking at you the way he used to before. Your heart ached, but you proceeded. "I love you with what in me is unfinished, with what in me remains changing. By you, I am forever undone."
Anakin holds you tight.
"Do you think it'll have a happy ending?" You spoke nakedly.
"Not all stories end in tragedy, my love" He reassures.
You bit your lip "We'll have to conquer the fates, it's been written so many times, a cruel ending" You can't entirely let your fears go.
"Fate gave you to me"
"If by some twist, we end in tragedy, then I am happy to have loved you" He says.
You let out an exhale. There was the simple truth of it; that all things must go, even Anakin. And like him, you felt as though you were blessed to even share a portion of your life with him. Loving is never a waste, even just for the brief time you're allowed in one lifetime. You decided it would be enough for you.
In his arms, it felt like you're unravelling a story that may have a happy ending after all.
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secretelephanttattoo · 5 months
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Dieter Bravo
Goodwill Hunting
Rating: General
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader. No physical features described.
Word Count: 650
Summary: @rhoorl request for my October location prompts challenge. 'Pilfering through a goodwill with Dieter Bravo.'
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"So, let me get this straight. You finally let your assistant clear out your closet, completely forgot that it was in one of your pockets, and you don't even know which pocket?"
Dieter nods and shrugs. He's wearing sunglasses indoors in an attempt to go incognito but is still attracting double-takes from the other early morning bargain hunters.
"Well, what exactly does it look like? How big is it?" You sigh as you sift through a row of coats, looking for one that's familiar.
It smells musty in here, Taylor Swift music is playing on repeat, and would it kill them to turn the AC up? This whole place is an assault on the senses.
He thinks for a moment and scratches his chin.
"Umm, it's...shiny?"
"That's real helpful, D." You roll your eyes at him.
It's 10am on a Sunday morning, and you would rather be pretty much anywhere else than rummaging through a goodwill store in Sherman Oaks with Dieter Bravo. You owe him a favour ever since he helped make that public indecency charge disappear, and he's called it in.
You move over to the ladies' wear section in case one of his more flamboyant outfits has ended up there. Dieter tries on several Mother of the Bride style hats while you try and pick his brains.
"When did you last see it? Let's work backwards."
He screws up his face at his reflection in the dusty mirror and swaps a pink feathered hat for a red sparkly one.
"It was definitely there on Friday. It was my turn to host movie night. Me and Leo had, ah, too much to drink and were acting out scenes from Titanic when-"
Something catches his attention over by the crockery section, and he goes skating off on the back of a shopping cart. He's quite the sight, in his sweatpant sleep shorts with his brown teddy coat flapping behind him.
You're not sure exactly where to continue searching, whether it's in some jeans or a coat or something else entirely.
The store assistant at the cash register is sorting through some large bags of donations. She's about to pull out what looks like an old green dog blanket when you speak up.
"Excuse me, Miss, is everything that's been donated in the last few days already out, or is there anything in the back?"
She looks up and opens her mouth to speak when a huge crash comes from the back of the store.
You see Dieter walking backwards away from a scene of utter carnage. He's somehow managed to knock over an entire shelving unit full of decorative china.
He stumbles towards you with a shellshocked expression on his face and a Donald Duck teapot in his hand.
"C'mon." He mumbles, slapping a $100 bill on the counter. "Let's get out of here. There's another goodwill down the road that we can try."
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Wednesday morning, and you're lying in bed, scrolling through Instagram. You have 15 missed calls from Dieter, but he can wait until after you've had your coffee.
Your attention is caught by video that's been shared almost a million times in 24 hours.
A young man, standing outside a familiar looking thrift shop.
A news reporter holds a mic up to him.
"Tell us, Ben, what happened here on Sunday afternoon?"
"Well, Ashley, I'm such a huge fan of yours, by the way. My buddies aren't gonna believe this. Anyway, I'm here shopping for a Halloween costume and I figure I'll go as a Jedi. Only need a robe and a lightsaber, right? So I find this green robe that looks like it'll work, it was only $5. Can you believe that?"
The guy rambles on for a while longer, and your eyes drift upwards and see the title of the video.
'Man finds a rare blue diamond worth $2m in the pocket of a thrift store bargain robe.'
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A/N: I pictured this scene in my head and it just really tickled me.
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secretthegriffin · 9 months
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A MOST RESTFUL NIGHT
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summary: crosshair often fights his exhaustion, but tonight proved to be a little bit more difficult...
pairing: crosshair / fem! jedi ( can be seen as reader as they're unnamed)
A/N : so this is basically an excerpt from a story I'll never finish. I don't usually post what I write but I felt this is special. I also would like to point out I am in no way shape or form a professional writer so I'm sorry if there's mistakes but anyways this is mostly in cross' pov. and its super fluff. with softie and slightly touched starved cross. so no warnings. :)
He sat alone in the darkness of the shuttle. All of his crewmates have been asleep for some time now so the ship was especially quiet. He held his fire-puncher with his supplies, ready to relax and clean the weapon. Most of the time his rifle hardly needed it. Alas he cleaned the damn thing so much though it turned habitual. Often avoiding sleep entirely he would indulge himself with said habit until complete exhaustion. It is so cleaning his rifle, he found himself entirely lost in the activity. He didn't even notice the hesitant figure approaching him from the shadows of the ship.
"How can you see? Its so dang dark" she sighed.
Almost startled, he looked up from the gun speechless. There the jedi stood as breathtaking as ever, standing before him.
"I don't need the light, I can see in the dark". He replied sarcastically.
Avoiding the jedi's sleepy eyes, he took her in. she wore her regular jedi robes, except she had a tightly fitted tank and shorts on as if she threw the robes over her sleep wear.
"figures" she yawned stretching her hands above her to the ceiling. cross was thankful it was dark, she wouldn't see his hawk like eyes devour every inch of her as she stretched. From her pretty face and soft curves down to her beautiful breasts and long smooth legs. Cross would be lying to himself if he said she wasn't attractive. Maker, she was down right the most stunning jedi cross had ever laid his eyes on. He keenly watched as she carefully made her way through the dark to the opposite side of the sofa he sat on. yawning once more she gestured to the rifle.
"Well, go on" she proclaimed.
"What?" He was taken aback a bit to be honest.
"Don't let me stop you from cleaning the damn thing". Gesturing once more to the rifle, but with a smile.
That damn smile. It made cross's heart flutter a bit. She could never know what she does to him. She made him felt things one never thought could exist. He hated it. Hated she made him felt this way. And yet. He hated how much he loved it. oh so much. With heat rising to his face, he smirked. going back to his business. Basking in the warm feel of her watchful eyes as he silently cleaned the weapon. He didn't quite understand why she watched. But he also didn't really care. He loved the idea of being the very object of her interest in this moment.
"Its soothing". She whispered. as if reading his mind.
"Excuse me?" He whispered back.
"The noise. Watching you...its.. Meditating" she hummed, closing her eyes.
"hmm". He didn't really know what to say, she must be especially tired.
"Can I get a better view?" Her bold question surprised cross a bit, making him stop suddenly to directly look at her.
"What do you mean?"
She huffed. her cheeks going pink as she smiled at him again, turning his insides to mush.
"Like this". She lifted his arm off his lap and gently adjusted herself to lay across his lap so her head rested on his thigh, looking at the rifle and his hands.
"Now I can watch closely and comfortably." she said quietly lifting her hands to snuggle between her head and his thigh.
"If I didn't know any better, sweetheart, I'd think you're looking for a different kind of entertainment tonight". He teased with a chuckle. Though he was not so subtly trying to hide the fact he was entirely flustered by the closeness. He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful face. The warmth of her body on his thighs sent shivering chills through his body. Maker what he wouldn't give to wrap his arms around her and pull her closer to him, into his lap.
she giggled at his response but playfully smacked his leg.
"shut up. now c'mon, I'm trying to meditate." she insisted.
Looking down onto the gorgeous jedi, Cross gladly went back to his rifle, but not without a stupid smug smile on his face.
She watched intently as his skillful fingers cleaned the rifle. His hands were so carefully delicate as he took the weapon apart. She was surprised the mean marksman could care enough about something to treat it so. Watching as if he was an artist, it relaxed her. Sighing as she slowly fell asleep to the soft clanking of the metal.
As soon as Cross noticed she was soundlessly asleep, he thanked the stars for such a moment. His gun long forgotten, Cross silently studied her features and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She looked so gorgeously peaceful and so serene. and so perfect against his lap.
"Mesh'la". He breathed. Gently brushing loose strands of hair from her face. His hands trembled as he ever so lightly with the tips of his fingers traced her face. they ached to reach out and hold her, but he could never let himself do that. After some time she began softly snoring. So with a tired and heavy sigh Cross tucked his arms under her, lifting her to his chest bridal style. He slowly and carefully made his way to her bunk. Softly laying her against the cot. But as he turned to go to his own cot, her hand reached out to his wrist stopping him.
"Do you wanna lay with me?" she whispered. She sounded so tired, and so beautiful. Cross sighed another heavy sigh, he too was tired. hesitating, he slid next to her, not touching her, but sitting awkwardly just next to her. He eyed her as she lazily curled herself next to his side, falling back to sleep. for a moment he thought about going to his own bed. until she reached out in her sleep, wrapping her arm across his chest to snuggle into his side. cross's heart completely stumped. He completely gave into his feeling he was never going to beat, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible. He curled into her, almost melting. Soaking in the warmth of everything her. He felt so undeniably comfortable, he wished the stars this wasn't a cruel dream. As he held her tighter to his chest he succumbed to the drowsiness he'd been avoiding for so long. Loosing another internal battle. Falling oh so deeply into a blissful slumber.
-----the end---- <3
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birgittesilverbae · 9 months
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thinking of babea au again…
bea going to the movies for the first time with mary and it’s like 2008, so they’re going to see Star Wars: The Clone Wars.
bea frets and spends daaaays agonising over it because she wants to go see the film in her padawan robes that one of the sisters helped her sew and she wants to bring her toy lightsaber, but she’s also terrified of standing out. doesn’t want people to stare at her, because it’s not very jedi-like to hide in mary’s jacket while she orders popcorn.
and it’s shannon who finds her haunting the chapel, coming in barefoot, sore, a little dab of blood still on her neck, which bea points out to her with a soft fingertip as shannon settles into the pew next to her.
“that was ketchup,” she tells bea, swiping at it with the heel of her palm.
“you shouldn’t lie in a church.”
they sit in silence, votive candles and their soft puttering, casting spear-tip shadows up the stone walls.
eventually, shannon yawns, “so hey, sister agatha said you disappeared before lunch. it’s 7pm.”
“i know what time it is.”
“never doubted you for a second” - shannon reaches out to tuck a rebellious strand of hair behind bea’s ear - “but my point was more about you and me maybe going to the grocery store to get some stuff to eat? we can get those instant noodle pots and add M&M’s. have you ever tried that?”
a perturbed frown, “noodles with M&M’s?”
“yeah, the pretzel ones.”
and bea senses, then, that shannon’s trying to rile her up and slip through the cracks formed by her frustration, so she settles back against the pew, folds her hands in her lap, “no thank you.”
but a moment later she’s clenching and unclenching her small fists, staring fixedly at one of the crucifixes. it’s her favourite, apparently, because instead of nailing his feet to the cross, the sculptor gave jesus a little shelf to stand on. ‘that’s actually a little cruel,’ beatrice told her once. ‘without the asphyxiation, it would take him much longer to die, unless the centurions were feeling merciful.’
“bea,” she says, soft. “you know you can tell me what’s wrong. i’m not saying i can fix it, but i’m not going to say it’s stupid.”
bea’s silent for a minute. “but it is stupid.”
“more stupid than noodles with M&M’s?”
her brown eyes are almost blackened by the shadows in the chapel, irises laced with faint impressions of candlelight.
“mary’s taking me to a movie tomorrow.”
“i know,” shannon reaches into her pocket, produces two slightly-crumpled pieces of paper. “i picked up the tickets this morning.”
“oh.” bea squeezes her eyes shut, like she’s trying not to cry. “it’s just… i don’t think i want to go.”
and she tells shannon why, taking out her plastic lighsaber (blue, of course) from under the pew, holding it.
shannon kisses her forehead and takes her through the convent to her room, where her armour rests on its stand in the corner. someone’s already cleaned up the blood.
she lets bea touch the gauntlets, the links of the mail bumpy-smooth under her fingers. tells her, “i felt ridiculous wearing it, in the beginning, but then it saved me from a stab to the chest and i realised” - she huffs a laugh - “that i’d rather be alive, and myself, than one hundred percent comfortable all the time.”
she puts a hand on bea’s shoulder, “you should wear what you want, bea.”
so she does. holding mary’s hand with the sleeve of her padawan robe slipping up her arm, passing kids wearing darth vader helmets and carrying lightsabers just like hers. a couple of them wave at her and say “hi Obi-Wan!” and she buries her face in mary’s jacket, but she’s hiding a smile.
she has a short lightsaber fight with another kid in the lobby while mary’s ordering popcorn; a girl who shows her a pack of Top Trumps cards and tells her she thinks C3PO should be more powerful. bea gives a soft sigh of appreciation whenever Obi-Wan appears onscreen, and afterwards shannon picks them up in the van and bea falls asleep against her ribs as mary drives through the dark streets.
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S.O.S. not shannon showing bea her armour and getting her even more invested in warrior nunnery
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stardustandash · 2 months
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Last of the claimed febuwhump fics! This one is for @breakfastteatime who requested solitary confinement for Jedi Fallen Order. Hope you enjoy!!
Words: 2,099
Tags: whump, hurt no comfort, pre-Jedi Survivor, Claustrophobia warning
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seven thousand, nine hundred and twenty minutes
Four thousand, three hundred and fifteen minutes. That’s how long Cal had been trapped in the little durasteel room. Four thousand, three hundred and fifteen minutes. And sixteen minutes, actually. He wasn’t sure if that was correct, he’d only started counting when he was bored enough, and he’d slept a few short stints somewhere between the counting.
The room itself was small and empty. At Cal’s best guess it was a roughly six foot cube of plain grey durasteel, with no visible door anywhere in the smooth plating and two bright, buzzing lights overhead flush with the durasteel around them. He had no memory of being put in the box. The last thing he remembered was being out in some small spaceport town picking up some supplies for Greez. He had a vague recollection of fighting someone, flashes of running through a street, sending BD-1 for help, but not much else. When he’d woken up it had been with a pounding headache and a very tender spot on the back of his head, but after three days’ worth of minutes he was starting to string his thoughts together in a more organized fashion.
Now Cal was just bored. And worried. What had happened to the others? He can’t quite remember if they were on the ship or out in the town with him. He could remember that Merrin had insisted on making breakfast and it had been something spicy with eggs and sausages and some kind of plant she’d picked up somewhere that Cere and Greez avoided, but he couldn’t picture if she was with him when whatever happened to get him locked in here. He hoped that she wasn’t. Ideally the others were mounting some daring rescue and he just had to wait for them. Too bad he’d never been good at waiting.
Cal paced the room. There was nothing better to do. The only thing he had to avoid in it was the small toilet in the corner of the room. There was no other furniture. He ran one hand along the wall as he went, searching for any kind of crack or crevice that could show signs of an exit. Four thousand, three hundred, and thirty six minutes, and he still couldn’t find anything.
It took him a long time to notice that he could’t feel the Force either. It was around him in the room. He could feel the space of it through the Force, the corners, the sad little toilet, but he couldn’t feel beyond the durasteel perimeter. Once, when he was young and small and impressionable, Master Tapal had sat him down and discussed methods of keeping a Jedi captive.
“Firstly, I must impress upon you that this is all for a worst-case scenario. As long as I, or Commander Gamut, are around we will do our utmost to protect you,” said Master Tapal.
“Then why bother teaching me about it? You hardly let me go on missions anyway,” Cal whined.
“Because knowledge will help you overcome your fear and give you the tools you need to escape.”
Cal huffed. He preferred physical training to the lectures from Master Tapal. This was boring. Besides, Master Tapal almost never let him out into the field so it wasn’t like any lectures on what to do when captured or behind enemy lines was ever going to be useful. He wanted to learn fun things, like how to wield a dual-bladed ‘saber like Master Tapal.
“To begin: when a Jedi is captured, they are likely to be known as a Jedi immediately. We wear our robes, and we have our lightsabers. Both identify us as who we are.”
“Then why don’t we dress like other people? The clones and the other soldiers all have uniforms.”
“Because, Padawan, we stand at the end of a long thread of tradition, and that is not a tradition of war. We are peacekeepers, not soldiers. We must remember that we are trying to end this war, not fight it.”
Cal thought that it felt very much like they were fighting a war. Nobody on the holonet talked about peace or an end, just what battles were going on and what the Hero With No Fear was up to.
“If you are caught, they will take away your lightsaber. This does not disarm you, as you will always have your connection to the Force. But, if they are prepared, they will have special binders on hand to dampen the Force to us, make us as any other person in the galaxy.”
A cold chill shuddered down Cal’s spine. He couldn’t imagine not being able to feel the Force. “Then what do I do?”
“Well, hopefully, I come get you. But if not, Commander Gamut and Sergeant Twitch will show you various methods you can use.” Master Tapal leaned back with a smile. “Though I imagine I will regret this lesson very soon.”
Cal had never heard of Force-dampening walls before, but perhaps either bounty hunters or the Empire had gotten creative sometime in the last six years. He can’t think of anything else it might be. He wished whoever was holding him had just gone for the binders, it would’ve made this whole situation much easier to handle as he could’ve picked them and been on his way.
As Cal paced he could almost hear the accented voices of the clones walking him through the steps to pick the lock on a set of binders. How to turn the locks, the feeling when you knew part of it had sprung. He turned the corner of his tiny prison and saw a flash of yellow and white out of the corner of his eye.
He couldn’t help it. Cal jumped backwards, tripping over his feet and falling into the wall behind him. The tender spot on the back of his head throbbed with a new ache. With a groan he picked himself up and reached back to touch the sore spot. His hand comes back bloody. Just what he needed, an upgrade from probable concussion to definite.
As Cal stared at the blood on his hands he couldn’t help but feel a little foolish. It had been years since he had seen a clone, and more since he’d seen one in 13th Battalion yellow. There was no reason to be afraid of them now, so many years later and with clones phased out of the Imperial army. No, what he should really be afraid of was what could lie beyond the durasteel walls of his prison.
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Five thousand, seven hundred and sixty minutes. At least, by Cal’s reckoning. He had slept for a while, but unlike the last few times he’s curled up on the hard floor under the harsh lights of his cell, this time when he woke there was no water waiting for him. Maybe they forgot about him, or they were moving him, but Cal didn’t sense any vibrations through the metal that would betray being loaded on some kind of transport. The durasteel was still and unmovable. Yet he could not shake the thought that maybe he had been forgotten. Without water he was going to die in this tiny box. A rather unfitting end for his adventures so far, but maybe not so far off an ending for him, alone and scared and trapped.
“Hello?” called Cal. His voice was dry and cracked. “Hello?”
There was no response.
“Hey! I’m still in here, you know.”
With the lack of an answer it wasn’t hard to picture that his captor had simply decided he wasn’t worth the effort of selling to the highest bidder and was simply waiting for Cal to die in order to dispose of him. Probably decided it was less barbaric or something than just doing things the easy way and shooting Cal in his sleep. Cal would’ve preferred the blaster bolt, thank you very much.
He could feel himself starting to panic. Trying to squash the feeling down, Cal tried to think of what he could do that he hadn’t tried yet and the answer was simple. Trust in the Force. So he stood in front of a wall and put his hand on the cold metal. He took a deep breath in, and as he exhaled he pushed with the Force. Still the wall remained still and unmovable. There must have been something on the other side of the walls or they were thicker than anticipated. He tried again, with a little more Force. Nothing budged.
“Hey! Come on, let me out!” yelled Cal.
Not waiting for an answer he threw a punch at the wall, putting as much of the Force behind it as he could. The durasteel groaned, but didn’t give. With a wordless scream of rage he threw his whole body at the wall shoulder first. His shoulder crunched against the wall and gave an awful wet, popping noise. Biting back a scream Cal slumped down to his knee with his hand clutching his shoulder. Under his fingertips he could tell that it was dislocated, and though Cal had grown up in a scrapyard full of stupid injuries, he didn’t know how to fix his own shoulder.
Five thousand, seven hundred and eighty-four minutes, and at last Cal broke.
A sob built in his chest as hot tears stung at his eyes. He didn’t want to die here. He wanted his friends, his family really. He wanted to listen to Greez ramble about his latest recipe, he wanted to watch as Merrin discovered the secrets of a new planet, he wanted Cere to stay up with him in the middle of the night and tell him about the Jedi, and he wanted to keep on adventuring with BD-1. Yet here he was. Trapped and alone and hurt.
Beneath his fingertips Cal could feel the bone of his shoulder and the awkward angle it sat at. Already his hand was starting to tingle with oncoming numbness. His head still pounded from its meeting with the wall as well. He must look a mess. There was dried, tacky blood in his hair and his hand was purpling across the knuckles where he’d punched the wall. He couldn’t quite see what sort of strange silhouette he made with his dislocated shoulder but he was sure it wasn’t good. He choked a breath down around his sobs. Crying wasn’t going to do him any good. It wasn’t going to magically fix his arm or summon Cere with a medkit in hand. It didn’t do him much good. The deep breaths failed to work. Apparently his body needed to cry itself out, and he was going to let it.
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Seven thousand, two hundred minutes. Cal had never actually counted this high ever. He’d never had seven thousand credits to his name to count with, and that was the only thing people regularly had that amount of anything in. He idly tapped a finger on his good hand on the ground in one second intervals. There wasn’t much else he could do. His arm was so numb he hadn’t been able to lift it for hours, and his mouth was so dry he swore Jawas were about to move in.
He was going to die here. Somewhere in the last few hundred minutes Cal had calmly accepted that fact. He shouldn’t, but there was no hope of him escaping on his own, especially now with only one good arm and having no food or water in days. He was too weak to do much more than shift a little when his legs started to fall asleep. When he did go, he hoped it wouldn’t be Cere and the others who found him, if anybody ever did. It wouldn’t be pleasant. He’d probably become some kind of misshapen, desiccated, mummy-like body. Definitely not the end Cal had ever envisioned for himself. Most of the time he pictured long uninterrupted falls or scrapping machinery. But he could feel himself getting heavy, like his body was weighed down by stones. For a moment he thought about fighting it, but really, what was the point. Nothing he did would change anything except make him suffer a little longer. He’d had a good run. Six years longer than he thought he’d have after the Purge. He’d even found a family and a home on a luxury yacht, and that wasn’t too bad for a scrapper nobody. No, it was okay. He had done enough.
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Seven thousand, nine hundred and twenty minutes later, a small hatch in the ceiling dropped open.
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House Of Memories (49/?)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader
Warnings: fluff, just fluff
Summary: The festivities have begun, and the anticipation is getting to Obi-Wan.
A/n: ATTENTION PLEASE, since I updated so late, there will not be another update tonight, or tomorrow since I have to work super late... BUT there will most definitely be a very long episode dropped on Saturday and oop- 50 is going to be a massive win for obi and his little one
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"Are the curls too flat?"
The stylists had been poking and prodding about your face and hair for the last several hours, and you weren't sure if you'd ever make it to the event for how long it was taking. Padme's stylists, experienced with her look, had finished long before you, and it seemed like now she was just feeding them more ideas.
"No, they look angelic, let the small pieces frame her face and twist the rest back on the sides," she instructed, and they did just that.
You couldn't see a thing that was happening, so for all you knew, this could be a big joke, and you'd show up looking the same as you always did... of course Padme would never do that do you, but the thought still crossed your mind.
It was rather strange that they never once let you look in the mirror. They claimed that 'we're the ones who need to see, not you.' Which was simply infuriating, but you digress, it was a little fun being able to pretend just for the day that you weren't a Jedi.
"That's lovely Juri, she's absolutely stunning," Padme came back in the room, bringing the dresses for you both to fit into.
The stylists gawked and awed at the beauty of them both and it was only now that you caught a glimpse of padme's dress. It was a lovely dark navy, with strings of iridescent stones laid over it, the way they shimmed in the light made them look like stars against a night sky. Whoever made Padme's dresses, they sure knew what they were doing, the girl was never dressed less than a princess, and you loved that about her. She was easily seen in a crowd, she always stood out. She was one of the loveliest beings in the galaxy, and you always felt it an honor to be in her presence.
"Alright, it's time."
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Obi-Wan was unsure about the formal set of clothes. They didn't look bad, perse, but the person staring back at him in the mirror wasn't the General Kenobi everyone was used to. He looked far more refined, and regal. He looked like he probably descended from royalty, and he had that of great riches beyond compare.
The trousers and boots were about normal, but from the waist up, it was like a whole different person. The dark undershirt, borderline black, but there was a hint of the darkest green embedded in it. Over that was the formal shirt, much tighter and restricting than his robes were, but he supposed it was a nice contrast to the light shades of them, as the deep brown looked so earthy and warm. The last thing to adorn his body was the vest, made of some sort of leather, and the glossy black only faintly reflected the light as he pulled it to rest over his shoulders. He did look nicer than usual, he could admit it, but it still didn't feel like him.
He supposed he would brush everything aside and wear this outfit, for the sake of Padme, and for the sake of you, whom would also be forced to wear garb outside of your normal pickings.
He left the room and headed to the main hallway, following after many of the 212th members who were on their way outside. The large hovercraft that awaited them were decorated with some of Naboo's prettiest flowers, including the ones you loved so much and had told him about. The sparkling blue ones that glowed in the light. You'd said that they reminded you of him, and had been nearly the exact shade of his lightsaber. Looking at them now, he knew that you were right, it was uncanny.
He'd pick one to present to you, however he felt he should not shorten it's life by doing so, as you'd want to see it grow to its full potential.
He approached one of the palace staff, seeing as though he wasn't busy with anything, and was simply overseeing that the clones were loaded on the hover-ships that would carry them over the water. The man was quite surprised to see the Jedi in such an outfit that made him near unrecognizable. He had always liked the senator's taste, though.
"General Kenobi, how may I assist you?" The man bowed in reverence, and Obi-Wan ducked his head shyly in response.
"I'm looking for my Padawan, I was sure I could find her here, but it appears she hasn't shown up yet," he explained, his hands fidgeting and likely giving away how anxious he was to see you. It's not like was was trying to hide it, anyway.
"Oh yes, I remember I was to tell you she will be arriving at the venue separately, as she will be accompanying the senator."
Obi-Wan, though massively patient in quite literally any other circumstance, had to restrain himself from arguing with this man over the situation, and walked away before he could even think of demanding to see you.
"Thank you, if it is alright, I'll board with my men," and then he was on his way.
The trip over the water was beautiful, very scenic and calming, actually. He'd never truly experienced a tour of this planet, although he'd been here several times on account of the senator, and back then queen. He'd seen Theed, and he'd been in the forested regions, even exploring the underwater world of the Gungans, but this? This smooth ride over the lake country where he could see the lovely outline of the cliffs and the mountains against the sky, with every little detail now pointed out to him through the attention they drew, this was paradise. A real vacation if he could swear it was one. Now the only thing missing was you.
"Excuse me sir, I don't believe we've ever met," one of the clones came up behind the general, teasing him to see if he'd respond to the joke. Some of the others laughed at him, and Obi-Wan sighed as he turned around. "General Kenobi, is that you? You look uh... a little different."
"Trapper, if you're going to mock me, please do so outside of my vicinity."
But of course, having heard his annoyance, they only wanted to poke more fun at him, so for the rest of the journey, he was no longer able to simply enjoy the landscapes around him, but endured being made fun of by the men he lead on almost everyday.
Reaching the port, he was able to see another hovercraft in the distance, and hoped you would be here soon, but having seen the festivities that awaited, he was able to relax and disembark with his clones until then.
The décor was amazing, as it always was, and he knew that this time Padme had outdone herself. There was not a moment where that woman was not the most decadent person he'd ever met. He could hear music as he approached the venue, and it was lovely, the sounds were peaceful and serene, the stringed instruments in harmony with each other really set the mood of this celebration, and although his men were all rough and normally very boorish, they seemed to be exuding their most refined courteousness. If this party could turn his soldiers into gentlemen, it could do anything.
He was ushered in by the other hosts of the night, being greeted by the large doors of the hall and shown inside where the refreshments were. He walked slowly down the large set of stairs that lead to a wide dance floor, open to anyone who may take part in such an activity. He was obviously not known for dancing, although he was sure it wouldn't take much convincing if only a certain someone would ask.
"You look tense, General. You nervous?" Cody, ever the reliant commander, seemed rather troubled about his superior, as he hadn't seen him clench his fists that tight since the last mission.
"I'll be fine, I think I just need a drink," he all but joked, following Cody over to the bar, which had been ever so generously provided for them.
As more people began to pour into the room, the party seemed to grow more alive. The people of Naboo were a very hospitable people, and welcomed them all with open arms. There was not a clone unoccupied in the large celebration hall, as the guests kept them busy, telling stories of their successes in the war. The people found it fascinating, and of course the soldiers themselves were all to happy to comply with their requests for stories and recalled memories of victory. Obi-Wan was happy to see them so happy, enjoying the celebration he truly believed was meant for them. He was not a leader without them, and they were the reason for all his achievements.
"The senator is here," the in-tuned Jedi heard someone behind him, and turned around, seeing a small clustered group at the top of the stairs.
He set his unfinished drink on the countertop, waiting for the group to finish greeting the hosts at the top so they might come down. He knew you were with her, which is why he was paying such close attention.
It was all so quick, the way Padme lead her assistants and yourself down the stairs, and he first saw you... his jaw nearly went slack on the floor.
Your dress, though modest to some extent, showed off your most pleasing attributes. It was green, and blue, representing the earth and waters of this planet, with the ever so small bouts of pink to accentuate the plant life. The broadness of your shoulders were looking divine with the shimmer of the satin vines that cascaded around them, holding the rest of the dress together. Your skin was glowing, and he couldn't help but notice the stretch of your legs, coming through the slits of tulle that surrounded them. Crystal looking shoes you wore that were adorned with vines and flowers that crawled all the way up your knee and stopped right under your thighs, which were also halfway visible. You had your head ducked parallel to the stairs while you walked down them, and if he knew you, and he did, it was because you were utterly terrified you were going to trip and fall down them. He was not yet able to see your face, but your hair was lovely. Normally wild and untamed atop your head, it had been smoothed into gentle curls which laid effortlessly on your shoulders. The sides were pulled back and up, into twists on the back of your head, held in place with light pink flowers like the ones on the dress.
He started walking towards you when you were nearing the bottom, and his heart was racing before his steps even moved him forward. There were couples that had stopped on the dance floor to watch the senator come in, but nothing could stop him from getting to you, now on the ground where he stood. He finally stopped before you, and you lifted your head, not at all surprised to be meeting his eyeline. You could feel his anticipation from a mile away.
He almost couldn't breath, yes, you took his breath away. He dared not look away for even a second, even as Padme greeted him with a 'good evening, General Kenobi.'
"It's lovely to see you, malady," he spoke, sparing her a single glance, but his eyes were drawn back to you like magnets, and it was completely free from his own will of controlling himself.
You smiled cheekily, observing him in his entirety. He cleaned up very nice. Of course, you preferred the ragged Jedi you knew, but this was a nice change from the normal.
"Obi, you look very handsome," you told him, stepping closer to admire how completely royal he looked. Like a prince of a far away planet. His cheeks turned red, but he was quick to return the compliment, although a bit flustered from yours.
"And you look beautiful," he felt that word didn't compare to how you looked, and he didn't want to settle for it, but he did, knowing he would look foolish if he kept quiet long enough to think of something else. This galaxy had not seen such a marvelous wonder as you, therefore the word for your beauty did not exist, and he decided on that.
He his hand to you, and you took it, watching closely as he raised the hand to his lips and kissed the top of it delicately.
"You must excuse me, I should greet the other guests," she said, backing away slowly, but she knew that her presence would not be minded to leave, as you both seemed rather... entranced at the moment. She was very happy, however, to see that her hard work had paid off.
The music started back up again, and it was only this moment that Obi-Wan had noticed it stopped, for when you entered the room, in his mind it seemed to continue, even more astounding than it had been before.
He pulled you along with him to the side of the stairway, avoiding causing traffic in the area.
"You really are beautiful, little one," he said, still admiring every little detail about you. It was clear that work was put into this, and he wanted you to know that he was appreciative, even if you didn't mind so much.
"I'll admit, I feel more seen in this dress than I ever have in my life," you chuckled, taking and deep breath and releasing it. You weren't used to having more than one set of eyes on you at a time, at least not for good reasons.
"Oh, but little one, I always see you."
His hand that still possessed yours lead you back backwards, towards the edge of the dance floor, and you were worried that perhaps this attire was not the best thing to be wearing at the moment.
"Obi, you know I can't dance," you shook your head, but didn't show any other signs of protest other than that. If you truly did not want to dance, he would not make you, but he did feel the need to correct your statement.
"You've danced with me before," and it was true, but those were different circumstances, if you remember correctly.
"We were alone, and no one could see us, then."
He pulled you flush against him, a hand on your waist and the other in your hand, his head tilted slightly to look at you in close proximity. He sent into your mind the feelings that coursed through him, and in your bond of the force you felt every single thing he did. It was overwhelming really, like a beautiful chaotic storm of emotion.
"It's just us, my love," he whispered in your ear, and right away you knew it would take no more convincing, and you'd dance with him the whole night through. "It's just us..."
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Defective (The Bad Batch x Jedi!Reader)
Chapter 2: A Lot To Learn
Previous Chapter
Chapters 1-7 are on AO3
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You slumped back against the ship’s wall in exhaustion, you’d been doing your best to keep Omega occupied and you were both exhausted. 
You didn’t even notice when your eyes closed. 
“Y/N?” Omega asked and you turned your head. 
“I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a bit Omega, don’t- don’t worry about me” You said as you fell asleep. Omega soon joined you, cuddling up to you in exhaustion. 
“Well this is a first” Hunter said when he came in to find the two of you cuddled up together. 
“Inspecting every corner of the ship finally tired her out” Echo said from beside him. 
“Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/N actually sleep” He said humorously. 
“There’s a first time for everything I guess” Hunter said before Tech announced you were approaching Selucami.
The exit from hyperspace jostled you awake.��
“Are we there already?” You asked as you walked into the cockpit, you saw the colorful planet get ever closer through the window. 
“Time seems to pass faster when you’re asleep” Tech said and you smiled sheepishly. 
“Sorry about that, I was so worn out after everything” You said as Tech initiated the landing gear. 
You walked out with the squad and smiled, stretching your limbs in the warm sunlight. 
“Oh how I’ve missed feeling the sun on solid ground” You said happily. You looked back at the ship to find Omega looking in wonder at the scenery around her. 
She was ten years old and had never left Kamino so this was her first time feeling the ground beneath her or the rays of the sun on her skin. 
“What’s with her?” Wrecker asked and you chuckled. 
“It’s her first time on another planet” You told him quietly, allowing Omega the time to immerse herself. 
“Come on, let’s get moving” Hunter said after Omega joined the rest of you. 
You walked for a while through a nice forest and some farmland before Hunter stopped you all. 
“What are we looking at?” Omega asked curiously. 
“A booby trap.” Hunter said plainly before Wrecker walked up to it. 
“Single trip wire, that’s cute” He said as he stepped over the wire. What he didn’t realize was that there was a sensor after it. 
Suddenly a bunch of battle droids popped out around Wrecker and he began shooting and shouting.
“Easy Wrecker!” Hunter told him and the larger man looked embarrassed. 
“Was- was that me?” He asked, not yet putting his gun away. 
You turned your attention away from him though once you felt two more force signatures approaching. 
“What do we have here? More clones who have lost their way” A lavender Twi’lek woman said as she approached with a shotgun blaster. 
“It’s been a while fellas” The man beside her said and it took a moment to recognize that he was a clone. 
“I’m assuming these are your friends Hunter” You said from beside him and he nodded. 
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Hunter’s friends took you to their home, you all sat down around the table as Suu- the Twi’lek woman- gave you something to drink. 
“I see a few new faces” She said as she handed you your cup. 
“Echo, Y/N, Omega- Cut and Suu” Hunter introduced and you smiled, nodding towards the both of them. 
“Pleased to meet you” Suu said.
“Thank you for your hospitality” You told her in return.
“Where’s Crosshair?” Cut asked Hunter and he looked conflicted, almost guilty. 
“It’s complicated” He finally answered. 
“Sounds familiar, Rex told us about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi” Cut said and you looked away. You’d hidden your lightsaber under your robes for yours and everyone else’s safety and you knew that most people couldn’t recognize the robes of the jedi medical corp as easily as they could normal Jedi robes. They probably thought you were just another straggler the squad picked up. You were after all wearing a medical coat that covered the natural colored tunic you wore. 
“You talked to Rex? When?” Echo asked. That definitely got his attention. 
“Oh- he passed through yesterday” Cut told him. 
“Where’d he go?” Echo pressed but Cut just shrugged. 
“Didn’t ask. He was going on about some behavioral implant” Cut explained and Omega came up beside you. 
“He must mean the inhibitor chip” She said. 
“What?” Echo asked.
“Inhibitor chips, the Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior to be more perceptive to following orders” You explained and the rest of the squad looked at Tech. 
“Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip” Hunter said and Tech looked confused. 
“How else did you think it worked?” He asked and you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. 
Just then, almost to ease Tech of any further judgment, two kids that looked to be Human, Twi’lek hybrids, came running in towards Cut and Suu. Wrecker greeted them happily and they ran into his arms, calling him uncle Wrecker. They quickly took off back outside to play, taking Omega with them. 
“They look much older than three” You told Suu once her husband and Hunter went outside to watch the children. 
“They’re mine from before I met Cut if that’s what you meant” She said and you nodded. 
“He’s a clone so I wouldn’t put it past his biological children to age faster and I didn’t want to assume” You told her and she nodded. 
“So, you’re some kind of doctor?” She asked and you nodded. 
“A healer, I didn’t study medicine in university to earn the title of doctor” You told her and she nodded. 
“This is quite the life you have here” You told her and she smiled proudly. 
“It’s just us out here, no one to bother us and no one to come snooping around” She said. 
“I guess it’s how you’d need it, you can’t risk anyone finding out about Cut” You said and she nodded.
“Do you ever get lonely out here?” You asked and she took a moment to think. 
“Sometimes, but the kids keep things lively and we’re happy” She said and you thought back to the temple, and to Kamino. You’d never been on your own before, or even just with such a small group of people. You've lived your life with a greater purpose to achieve and a huge amount of people to surround you but you couldn’t do that anymore. Any life you’d have now had to be more secluded. For your safety as well as for everyone close to you. 
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Cut and Hunter left and came back after failing to get tickets on board a transport off of Selucami. 
Apparently the empire wasn’t allowing transportation off world without a chain code- a new way to track people within the galaxy and as a deserter Cut couldn’t get one. 
Hunter, Tech, Echo, Wrecker, You, Cut and Suu were all inside trying to plan how to get Cut and his family off world when Shaeeah- Suu’s eldest- ran in. 
“Mom! Mom- it’s Omega, she went out past the fence!” Shaeeah said and you all ran out to see what was going on. Suu grabbed her shotgun and ran up to the roof while the rest of you ran to the edge of the fence. 
A large creature was walking towards Omega, teeth barred and ready to pounce. You could feel it’s hunger through the force and you slowly walked out past the fence towards it and Omega. 
“Nobody move!” You yelled over your shoulder but they didn’t listen to you as Suu shot at the creature. You managed to redirect the shot but it scared it even more. 
“Suu don’t shoot!” You yelled at her as you approached the creature, arms out in a calming motion. 
You carefully stepped between it and Omega, allowing her to run back to safety. 
“Y/N move!” Suu yelled to you but you stayed put. 
“Hey, it’s okay buddy” You told the creature softly, pushing feelings of calmness and safety through the force. 
“I’m not going to hurt you” You said, allowing it to place it’s snout in your palm. 
“And you’re not going to hurt me either” You continued, petting it with your other hand. 
“But I need you to leave my friends alone, okay? They won’t bother you again” You told it and it whined a bit before calmly turning around and running into the forest. 
“Everything’s okay!” You said, turning back to everyone. 
“It won’t bother us again” You explained as you walked back behind the fence. 
Cut was comforting Omega, you could feel her insecurities through the force and you decided to send her some comfort as well, though you knew she wouldn’t feel it like you would. 
You stood beside the squad as Cut took Omega inside. 
“All in all, I would say that could have gone much worse” Tech said and you nodded. 
“Could've gone better if you’d listened to me” You grumbled and Echo turned to you. 
“How did you do that anyway? It just, let you tell it what to do.” He said and you nodded. 
“Animals have a much stronger connection to the force than non force sensitives of most intelligent species, I just used that connection to calm it down. It was picking up on Omega’s fear” You explained. 
“It also wanted to eat her” Tech added and you rolled your eyes. 
“It’s an animal, they can only follow their base instincts” You pointed out before Hunter changed the topic. 
“Tech, do you think you can forge some chain codes?” He asked and tech took a moment to think about it before nodding. 
“I only learned of them moments ago, but yes.” He said. 
“Then do it. We’re getting Cut, Suu and the kids on that shuttle.” Hunter instructed and Tech and Echo left for the ship.
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“So, you’re a jedi?” Suu asked you once she found you meditating alone on the roof.
“No. I was with the Jedi Medical Corp, I never made it to the rank of padawan or Jedi Knight.” you explained. 
“But I am force sensitive, if that’s what you meant” You said, echoing her own response from earlier. 
“And yet you are traveling with a group of clones” She pointed out and you nodded. 
“They helped me get off of Kamino and allowed me to travel with them, I won’t hold them accountable for what others like them did” You said, looking out at the horizon. 
“Is that why you asked me earlier, if it ever gets lonely living so far from others?” She asked and you looked down at your lap. 
“Since we left Kamino I’ve known it’s only a matter of time before I have to find somewhere to hide. As long as I’m around people I’m putting them in danger” You said, pulling your lightsaber out of your coat. 
“But when I saw how happy you were, well maybe I don’t have to be completely alone” You said. 
“The difficult part is finding someone who understands you, settling down is the easy part” She said and you smiled. 
“Tech is going to forge chain codes for you and your family, we’ll help you get off of this planet” You told her and she nodded. 
“Thank you” She said and you turned to her. 
“No Suu, thank you. I can feel your passion, your love in the force around you. It’s rare to find someone so good” You said before standing up. 
“The galaxy needs more people like you, good people.”
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Suu lent you a cloak and you, Hunter, Wrecker, Cut, her and the kids made the journey into town to receive the chain codes from tech and Echo. 
Everything seemed to be going good. 
“The chain codes are en route with Omega” Tech reported through Hunter’s comm. 
“By herself? You let her go by herself?” Hunter questioned Tech.
“Well I didn’t let her go-” Tech tried to explain but Wrecker gave the crate he was carrying to Cut and ran off to help Omega anyways. 
“She ran off on her own” He explained. 
“If something happens to her-” Hunter began but Suu cut him off. 
“Like I said, kids always find trouble” She said, putting a comforting hand on Hunter. 
“Wrecker’ll find her Hunter, she’ll be fine” You told him. 
You heard blaster fire before you saw it. Cut was about to do something drastic before Omega came up to you running. 
“I’m here! I have the chain codes” She whisper yelled, handing them to Cut. 
“Tech accidentally made five disks instead of four” She explained.
You looked at Hunter confused, Tech wouldn’t make a mistake like that. 
“I’m going to wait for you by the impound facility” You told Hunter as you made your way towards the sound of blaster fire. 
You weren’t the best fighter but you could navigate your way around a blaster and it seemed like the boys needed some help. 
You vaulted over the wall and landed on a trooper. 
“Nice going Y/N!” Wrecker said and you smiled, running behind cover next to him. 
“I’m a bit rusty, I haven’t been in a fire fight since before the war” You said, grabbing a blaster from the ground and shooting. 
You set your blaster to stun, you really didn’t want to hurt anyone. 
Hunter joined you soon after, grabbing a blaster and taking cover beside Tech. 
“What are we waiting for?” Hunter asked Echo, who was trying to unclamp the ship from the impound facility so you all could leave. 
“The system’s not responding” He explained and Wrecker went over to try to force the system to respond. 
“There are too many of them, we need to move” You said, over the sound of blaster fire. 
Wrecker managed to force the clamp open and Hunter signaled for you all to board the ship. 
You ran on board and helped Tech with the launch sequences. 
Hunter and Wrecker covered your escape and you were surprised to see that Omega had come back as well. 
“I’m glad she’s back” You said to no one in particular after Omega left the cockpit to talk to Hunter.
You settled into your seat and closed your eyes. 
“Wake me up if something important happens, I’m gonna get some rest” You said, closing your eyes and you heard Echo laughing. 
“You got it Doc” He said and you decided not to correct him regarding the title.
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wantonlywindswept · 1 year
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Mand’alor Grogu ficbit 1
how about that show The Mandalorian, eh? shame it ended after only two seasons
(i kid i kid. .....mostly.)
anyway DinLuke reincarnation AU where Din became Mand’alor (started, ironically, before 3.6). It’s 500 years later, and now Grogu is the Mand’alor.
btw if anyone has an idea for a title for luke that doesn’t include his name (such as Grandmaster Skywalker) I wouldn’t mind some ideas tossed my way. i want to do titles for him and Din (so Mand’alor the Badass for Din or smth) that make them seem larger than life
using ‘buir’ (mother/father/parent) for din to differentiate from ‘father’ for luke bc...i am lazy, mostly.
this is also very much a grogu that skews more mandalorian than jedi
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They called him Mand'alor the Eternal.
Grogu thought the title was more than a little silly, because he was all too aware that no being could be immortal, but he supposed that having been alive for over five hundred years could seem like a very long time for many species. 
He also was, admittedly, a permanent fixture of Sundari in the minds of many. He'd been there ever since the city had been restored--including being immortalized in a statue commemorating the occasion, which remained deeply embarrassing but the traitors on his Council wouldn't let him remove it--and was present for all of the milestones that followed.
From being cradled in his buir's arms during the first broadcast speech of a reunited Mandalore to the coming of age celebration just last week, Grogu Djarin was inseparable from Mandalore itself.
"Grandmaster Mand'alor!"
At least his other heritage was never ignored, either.
Though he wouldn't particularly mind if that particular epithet was forgotten. Despite his close involvement with the new Jedi Order and numerous attempts to wheedle him into the position, he never actually had been the Grandmaster.
Grand by definition of old, maybe.
"Nadire," Grogu sighed, watching the young human Padawan bounce into his office, "How many times have I said not to call me that?"
"At least fifty-two," the girl replied dutifully. She was still in the loose brown robes used during sparring, her training saber smacking against her thigh as she stumbled to a halt in front of his desk. A little bit of the Force speeding her steps, perhaps; pre-teen was usually when they started enhancement exercises.
"So why do you persist in using it?"
Nadire beamed proudly.
"Because Master Anakin said it would be funny as f--"
"Grandfather's been skulking around again?" Grogu interrupted, straightening warily. The Temple didn't usually have Force ghosts hanging around anymore; five hundred mostly-peaceful years of a combined Jedi and Mandalorian society didn't often elicit input from the long-gone masters.
(Or ever, from one master in particular.)
"Yep! He said he wouldn't miss this for the world!"
Well. That was definitely not extremely concerning or anything.
"Did he happen to say what 'this' was?" Grogu asked, not particularly wanting an answer. 
This was good, because he didn't get one.
Nadire shook her head.
"He just said someone should come get you."
"Mand'alor!"
Grogu looked up as one of his Protectors marched in through the open door, blue armor polished to a shine. He couldn't help but smile upon recognizing both the Clan insignia and the person wearing it.
"Rikke," he said warmly. 
Tarikke Vizsla saluted sharply, inclining his horned helmet.
"Uncle," he greeted, because no descendant of Grogu's own irascible uncle would ever need to stand on ceremony with him. "One of our patrols saw an escape pod eject from a passing commercial vessel; it was followed toward Mandalore by a gunship that has ties to the slave trade on Nal Hutta. They intercepted and neutralized the crew, and the pod crashed just south of Keldabe. Both occupants have been successfully retrieved without injury from the impact."
"From the impact?" Grogu repeated sharply.
"They had prior injuries," Tarikke affirmed grimly. "And they're requesting safe haven, only..."
Tarikke's hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"They're just kids," he ground out. "A pair of human boys. Mirn said the oldest can't be more than ten years standard."
Grogu stood up from his desk.
Nadire grimaced and took one large step backward. Tarikke stiffened automatically, because Vizslas often had a little bit of the Force in them, and Grogu was positive that whatever he was emanating in the Force right now was not the calm of a Jedi.
Neither a Mandlorian or a Jedi would tolerate violence against children, and Grogu was very famously both.
He pulled on his helmet, and rested his hand on the Darksaber at his side.
Perhaps some people were in need of a reminder.
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ghostofskywalker · 1 year
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Hide It Better
Padmé Amidala/Reader
Fictober Day 13 of 31
Words: 838
Summary: It seems that there is always something to interrupt you when you’re trying to spend time with your girlfriend. 
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Her lips were the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, and you could hardly get enough of kissing her. It didn’t help that you rarely found time to be alone together with the busy lives that both of you led, and it made things even more difficult when you took into account the fact that you were definitely breaking the Jedi Code by continuing a relationship with her. But you didn’t care about that, and you grew accustomed to sneaking quick moments together, most of the time in her office and behind a locked door.
That was where you were now, and things were heating up as you kissed down her jaw and started to pepper kisses on her neck and collarbone. Her breath hitched, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face when you glanced up and saw the look in her eyes. Her lips sealed to yours once more, and her hands were by your waist, tightly holding your robes to keep you as close as possible.
But this moment was not allowed to stay alive for long, as there was soon a knock on the door to Padmé’s office. “Senator?” the voice of her head of security came through the door. “Bail Organa said he would like to see you.”
You whined softly as Padmé ’s lips detached from yours, and she sighed before responding. “Can you tell him that I can meet him in his office in a few minutes?” she asked, her voice even, as if she had just been doing paperwork instead of making out with you. “I have something I need to finish up here first.”
“Very well, I will let him know.”
Once the sound of footsteps walking back down the hall could be heard, you turned back to your girlfriend. “You should probably go meet Senator Organa now,” you said quietly.
Her hand found yours, and she leaned in so that her lips were almost touching yours. “I think we have a few more minutes before someone else comes looking for me,” she said.
You smiled and closed the gap between the two of you, but good luck was obviously not on your side, because moments later your comlink started to beep. “Don’t listen to that,” you said softly. “It doesn’t matter.”
Well apparently, something important was happening outside the walls of the Senate building that needed your immediate attention, because the device kept beeping even after it usually stopped. The noise was incessant, to the point where neither of you could ignore the screams it made for your attention. “I think you should probably go see what that is about,” Padmé said.
“Why? You trying to get rid of me?”
She rolled her eyes at your playful tone. “No, but it appears that we both have duties we must attend to. Besides, I’ll see you tomorrow at the gala, I requested you to be part of my personal security detail.” You nodded, shooting her one last smile before you gathered up your things and making sure there was no one in the hallway as you left.
The Jedi Temple was not too far from the Senate building, and you made it there fairly quickly. “What did you need from me?” you asked as you stepped into one of the meeting rooms, nodding at Obi-Wan and Anakin in greeting.
“I wanted to let you know that you’ve been assigned to provide security for the Senatorial gala tomorrow night,” Obi-Wan said. “Senator Amidala requested you personally.”
You already knew that, but you were definitely not going to admit it. “No problem,” you said instead, a little annoyed that this was what you were interrupted for. “Did Padmé say where I should meet her tomorrow?”
“Outside her office,” Anakin responded. “There is an outfit in your quarters for you to wear if you’d like.”
You thanked the two of them for letting you know and turned to leave, but Obi-Wan’s voice stopped you. “One more thing.”
“Yes?” you asked, moving to face them once more.
“You may want to fix your robes,” he said. “I think the wind must have rumpled them in your haste to come see us. And give Padmé our regards tomorrow, I’m sure she will look lovely.”
Kriff. There was rarely any wind on Coruscant, and Obi-Wan damn well knew that, and given by his second comment about Padmé , he also knew why your robes were a little rumpled. It didn’t seem like he was calling you out for it though, so you figured it would probably be best if you refrained from showing any guilt. “Yes, there was a few gusts as I was walking over here,” you said. “And I will let Senator Amidala know that you both say hello.”
Both Obi-Wan and Anakin nodded, and you finally left the room, hurrying to your quarters and hoping you didn’t run into any other Jedi on the way. You should probably have been more careful, but at the same time, you just couldn’t help it.
- the end - 
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Chapter 1
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Rating: General (hi this fic as a whole is explicit so minors PLS DNI okay thank youuuuuu)
Tags: canon-typical violence, wound care and other generic medical things (nothing explicit)
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Location: The Arena on Geonosis // Year: 22 BBY
Waiting for the signal in the tunnel around the arena feels like agony. Lyra can feel Master Plo’s amusement from behind her as they both wait for Master Windu’s force signal to all of the Jedi around the arena. She’s never seen so many in one place except for the temple and there’s not a Padawan in sight. She bounces on her toes, fingers itching for her lightsaber. 
“Patience, young one.” Master Plo’s voice rumbles from behind her and she turns to face him. “We will go when the time is right, and not before.” He chastens her slightly, but she knows it is in kindness. She nods, struck again by the lack of weight on the right side of her head. It’s been a few months since she was Knighted, but she’s still getting used to not having her Padawan braid anymore. 
“I know, Master. But you can’t blame me for being nervous.” Lyra says to him and he laughs quietly. 
“Take a deep breath. Channel your nerves to the Force, and you will calm.” He says, still laughing slightly. Calm was hardly ever a word people used to describe her. She takes a deep breath like he tells her to, and feels slightly better. Truthfully, she’s more worried about Padmé. She’s supposed to be dead about fifty feet to Lyra’s right. 
Master Plo and Lyra both straighten at the same time, the Force vibrating around them. He takes two steps towards the entrance of the tunnel, his lightsaber already in his hand. He motions to the two Jedi down the way from them as she unhooks her own saber from her belt. The other Jedi exit first, and Plo and Lyra swiftly follow them. 
They emerge into the sun, Jedi wreathing the balcony of the arena. Across the way, on the dais, they can see Master Windu’s purple blade ignite across someone’s throat. She takes two steps forward, standing at the edge of the balcony. Master Plo and Master Mundi are on either side of her, and a sharp spike of alarm shoots up her spine as she looks down at her sister surrounded by destroyers. 
Padmé is on the back of a reek with Anakin and Obi-Wan; and as all the Jedi around the arena ignite their lightsabers, she feels a sense of relief from all three of them. Lyra ignites her own saber, the dark green blade feeling like an extension of her arm. 
Blaster fire erupts from behind them as battle droids flood the arena. She didn’t wear her robe, but Master Plo and Master Mundi are immediately caught in fire-ridden fabric. She blocks blaster bolts for both of them until she gets pushed to the edge of the balcony. She turns and dives over the edge, trusting the two Jedi Masters to be able to handle themselves. She lands in a roll in the center of a battalion of B-1 droids. She starts swinging her saber and runs towards the last place she saw Padmé. 
“Lyra!” She turns at the sound of her name and sees Anakin in the back of a chariot with Padmé riding the orray. She reaches her hand out and Anakin swings her up into the chariot behind him. 
“Are you alright?” Padmé and Lyra call towards each other in unison. Lyra smiles in Padme’s direction as she stands back to back with Anakin, blocking shots and taking out droids as they ride past. The orray gets shot as they round a curve and the chariot falls. Padmé falls forward as the back of the chariot tips with Anakin and Lyra caught in the cart. Lyra steps out first, and force-pulls Padmé back into the cart as Anakin continues to block blaster bolts. 
“Your back, let me see it.” Lyra tries to turn Padmé, but Padmé brushes her hands away.
“There’s no time. You can heal me later.” Padmé shoots at something over Lyra’s shoulder. Lyra smiles at her.
“It’s good to see you too.” Lyra says, turning to face the arena again. She kneels next to Anakin as she disengages her saber and starts using the Force.
“You call this a diplomatic solution?’ Anakin quips towards Padmé as she shoots the arm off a B-2 battle droid.
“No,” Padmé flicks some hair out of her eye and shoots another droid about to kill Anakin, “I call it aggressive negotiations.” Lyra sees them smile at each other out of the corner of her eye and resists the urge to roll her eyes.
“Flirt later, lovebirds. We’re a little busy at the moment.” Anakin’s cheeks turn red and Padmé laughs. Something jumps over them and lands a few feet away. Lyra recognizes the back of the nexu that had been tasked with killing her sister. Anakin's eyes darken, but Lyra grabs his arm. “Stay with her. This one’s mine.” She whispers and sees the understanding flit across his face.
Lyra slides out of the cart and ignites her saber. The green blade sings in her hand as she swipes it across the field, slicing off the nexu’s tail. It screams and whips around to face her, already off balance from the loss of its tail. She smiles and starts running, leading it away from Anakin and Padmé. It screeches again and takes off to follow her. 
Lyra deflects blaster bolts while she runs, directing them back towards the animal. She spins around once she gets to the arena wall and slices off one of its front limbs as it approaches her, full tilt. The nexu buckles and she slices off a back limb this time. It falls, unable to stand. It screams at her, probably thinking it can goad her into getting closer to its teeth. 
“This is for Padmé.” Lyra whispers to it, and then, in one clean motion, she slices its head off. She leaves its mangled corpse at the edge of the arena, and sprints back towards the fighting.
Lyra doesn't know how much longer the fighting goes on before the remaining Jedi are circled in the middle of the arena. The firing stops suddenly, and Lyra realizes that she’s standing next to Padmé and Anakin again. 
“Master Windu,” Dooku’s voice booms from his place on the dais, “You have fought gallantly. Worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order.” He pauses, probably for his own satisfaction. The droids push a few straggling Jedi into the circle with the rest of them, and she sees Plo enter the circle from her periphery. “Now it is finished,” Dooku continues his speech, “Surrender, and your lives will be spared.” Lyra scoffs under her breath, and she can feel that she’s not alone in her sentiment.
“We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!” Master Windu calls back; his voice carrying more authority than Dooku’s ever could. 
“Then, I’m sorry, old friend.” Dooku sounds as if he’s actually sorry for a moment, but they all know better. The droids all point their blasters at the Jedi in unison, and they can all feel the tension rise. Anakin and Lyra both take a step in front of Padmé, and she points her stolen blaster over their joined shoulders. Lyra raises her lightsaber and ready herself for a fight.
“Look!” Padmé calls and they all glance up. There are ships blotting out the sun and the sky. Large ships shaped like arrowheads high above in the atmosphere, and smaller ships descending towards them in the arena. She can see the outline of Yoda in the ship closest to the ground, and she does a remarkable job of hiding her distaste. Humanoid figures in white armor fill the ships that land on the ground and the droids immediately open fire. The Jedi return in kind, deflecting bolts as the ships mow down row after row of battle droids.
The ships land around them, blocking the blaster fire. Lyra runs for the nearest ship, which happens to be the one with Yoda, Master Windu, and Master Mundi. Master Mundi and Lyra both reach a hand out and haul Master Fisto on board as well. The armored figures fill the space around them, and Lyra tries her best not to feel small. The ships take off and all the people around her grab onto the ropes hanging above. She can almost reach, but Master Windu holds his arm out towards her. She grabs on and thanks him.
“If Dooku escapes, rally more systems to his cause, he will.” Yoda speaks directly to Master Windu and Master Mundi, completely ignoring her existence. They swing around a tall rock spire and more ships appear in front of them. They start to descend to the ground when a ship gets blown out of the sky next to them.
“Pilot!” Master Windu calls over the wind, “Land in that assembly area.” The pilot turns their head and nods.
“Yes, sir.” A deep male voice comes from the helmet as the pilot follows Master Windu’s orders. They land and Masters Windu, Mundi, and Fisto all jump from the ship. There are more armored people, men Lyra assumes, waiting for them.
“Sir, I have five special commando units awaiting your orders, sir.” The man in yellow and white armor tells Master Windu as they all jog up. Master Windu nods and points, and the men follow him. Lyra turns to the pilot and takes a few steps closer so she doesn't have to yell.
“Has a triage area been set up?” She asks and he nods. 
“Yes, sir.” He responds and she does her best to ignore how strange it feels to be called sir. 
“Take me.” She says, before a voice pipes up behind her.
“To the forward command center, take me.” Yoda says to the person next to him and the pilot takes off.
“Triage is on the way, sir, we’ll drop you off.” The pilot calls back to Lyra. She rests her hand on his shoulder briefly.
“Thank you.” She calls over the wind again and then steps back into the main belly of the ship. She can feel Yoda’s gaze on her, but she ignores him. The ship lowers again and the pilot looks back at her. Lyra nods and hops off before the ship hits the ground. She covers her eyes as the ship takes off once again, and flies into the distance. 
She turns and sees three large white tents with haphazard medical symbols painted on them. She pushes through the curtain of the middle tent and steps into chaos. Another person in the same white armor as everyone else approaches her. 
“Are you injured?” A male voice asks, a voice strikingly similar to that of the pilot.
“No. Is there a Jedi Healer here?” She asks and the man stiffens in front of her.
“We do our job very well, sir. There aren’t any Jedi in here.” His voice is still respectful, but she can tell he’s angry. 
“No, that isn’t why I asked.” Lyra tries to fix her sentence but she realizes that there isn’t any saving it. She takes a deep breath and tries again. “I wanted to know who was in charge. I’m here to help.” The man looks her up and down, and then his shoulders soften. 
“The chief medical officer is in the back, but our third tent is understaffed.” He says and she smiles.
“Will you show me?” Lyra asks, and he leads her out of the tent. She follows him into the third tent and sees one frantic medic running between at least ten beds with soldiers on them. She pushes past her guide then, and grabs the medic’s arm. He turns to her, blood dots his blue scrubs.
“Are you hurt?” He says quickly, looking her up and down. She refrains from smiling and shakes her head.
“I’m a,” Lyra hesitates to say Healer, it feels pretentious in front of this man who is literally saving lives, “A medic. I’m here to help.” She finishes and his shoulders slump down with visible relief. 
“Thank goodness. Will you start at the other end of the beds?” He hands her a belt with wristbands spilling out of the pockets. “Blue wristbands are for non-critical patients, red wristbands are for critical patients. After you finish classifying, start with the critical patients.” He looks down at her as she clips the belt around her waist. “Sir.” He finishes quickly after he sees the lightsaber hanging by her hip. Lyra waves him off.
“Lyra is fine. Clearly, you’re more in charge than I am.” She takes off her robe and her saber and throws them in the back of the tent, near what looks like a supply tower. She heads towards the other end of the row of beds and starts triaging for injuries. 
“What’s your name?” She asks him as she unbuckles a soldier’s chestplate to get a better look at his injury. The medic pauses and looks over at her with a strange look on his face.
“Stitches.” He says and she cracks a smile. 
“Not a bad name for a medic.” Lyra looks up at him and the strange look on his face hasn’t changed. She decides to ignore it, and she reaches to lift the helmet off the soldier. She balks when she lifts the helmet, “He…” She looks back up at the medic and down to her patient. They have the same face. “Are you two relat-'' She starts to ask but then Healer Allie throws the curtains open and marches into the tent.
“Naberrie, thank goodness.” Lyra stands quickly and Allie nods at her. “We’ve been looking for you. There are Jedi who need you.” She goes to turn around, but Lyra stops her.
“Healer Allie, I’m busy here.” Lyra gestures to the tent full of soldiers and Stitches behind her who hasn’t picked his head up since Allie walked in.
“These are just soldiers.” She waves her hand and Lyra takes a step back in shock, “They can handle their own.” Allie sees the look on Lyra’s face and sighs. “We have more soldiers, we don’t have very many more Jedi.” Stitches still hasn’t looked at Lyra and she makes her decision then. 
“You can handle the Jedi without me,” Lyra steps back to the soldier she was helping and ignores Healer Allie’s second sigh. “These men need me more than you do.” Lyra places her hands on the soldier in front of her and begins healing him. 
“I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me.” Lyra whispers as Healer Allie huffs and leaves the tent. Lyra can feel the calming presence of the Living Force sweep through her body.
The process is quick in this case; his wound was clear of shrapnel. His bleeding stops as Lyra knits his flesh back together and when she’s finished, she looks up to see Stitches staring at her with his mouth open. 
“How?” He asks and she smiles as the slight glow fades from her hands; she moves to the next soldier.
“The Force.” Lyra says and shrugs. Stitches’ face hasn’t changed much and she laughs again. She starts healing the next soldier and looks at Stitches again. “Now, explain to me why you all have the same face.”
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veryace-ficrecs · 7 months
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Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano Fic Recs
I'm posting this today for @theadmiralbitch happy birthday!!! 🎂
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
a worthwhile endeavour by wrennette -Rated G
They were currently at nearly 36 hours since Obi-Wan last slept, which meant that tonight, they'd be breaking out the big guns. Ahsoka knew the routine by now, the major points practiced enough that she could improvise a little to keep her Master from catching on. Co-Commanders Tano and Cody have a plan.
Mall Rat Ahsoka by phoenixyfriend - Rated G
Ahsoka falls into the mall fountain, gets fished out by a security guard, and gets Obi-Wan to lie and claim he's her father to get out of trouble. It works.
Diplomacy by Phosphorescent - Rated G
Obi-Wan and Ahsoka's mission to Tatooine does not go according to plan. Anakin's really going to be sorry he missed this... “The Mighty Jabba has been looking for a new dancer ever since our last one… required replacement,” the droid said. It moved closer, head swiveling back and forth between the two Jedi. “You are a fit specimen. Please report to the tailor droid for a fitting of your dancing outfit.” Ahsoka had her lightsaber in hand and ignited practically before the droid had finished speaking.
The Thread That Binds Us by Did_you_see_the_light_in_my_heart - Rated G
Ahsoka is running out of time to get her formal robes for the Yearly Ball For All Sentient Beings and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get Anakin's attention long enough to help her solve the problem. But maybe someone else can help her. “Tell me, my dear, what’s troubling you?” Master Kenobi asks. She lowers her fork and stops, swallowing hard. “I… I don’t have anything to wear for the ball,” she says quietly. Set early in Ahsokas apprenticeship. Relationships are still fresh.
Accepting Emotion by LazarusII - Rated G
Dealing with the stress and anxiety of being a prospective Padawan, Ahsoka Tano struggles to manage her emotions. Obi-Wan Kenobi finds her practicing in the dojo, confidence in tatters. His words make all the difference.
Chosen, not assigned by Lysore - Rated G
"It looks like our problems are solved. Fresh troops, new supplies, and perhaps they brought my new Padawan with them," Obi-Wan had said. Though there seemed to be a misunderstanding regarding the identity of the Master of said Padawan.
carried in your heart by grumpyhedgehogs - Rated G
“I am always with you.” Obi-Wan tells her. Her heart thumps painfully in her chest as her grandmaster rests his palm over it. The organ betrays her, beats away like it can crack her ribs apart and slip between them to leap into Obi-Wan’s chest and stay there with him, always. Slowly, tentatively, Ahsoka lets Obi-Wan guide her to rest her own palm over his heart. It pulses under her fingers, reminding Ahsoka at least one Jedi still lives on. “You are always with me.”
Negotiator's Garden by NyeLung - Rated G
The curious thing is that the clone troopers keep bringing Master Kenobi those cuttings, he accepts them gratefully and then he puts them in soil and waters them and they don't wither and die. They should wither and die. That Alderaani snow zherry cannot withstand hyperspace travel. That Kashyyyk begonia is carnivorous and what Master Kenobi has put into the soil as roots are actually the tentacles it uses to catch prey. The oneshot where Obi-Wan is most likely some kind of space fae, Ahsoka is a botany nerd and there's debatably sentient plants.
these battle scars (don't look like they're fading) by CallToMuster - Rated T
If there was one thing Ahsoka knew about her grandmaster, it was that he hated medical treatment and those who gave it. She just never knew why.
Waiting and Learning by otherhawk - Rated G
During a brief period of time when Ahsoka Tano is working with the 212th under Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka takes part in a mission to obtain separatist codes. Unfortunately the mission involves a lot of downtime without much entertainment as they wait for an ambush. Along the way Ahsoka gets to know her grandmaster better and makes some new friends.
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madamekenobi · 4 months
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Imagine Obi-Wan teaches you how to relax fter a difficult day 😏. (+21).
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Ever since Master H/N came to an unfortunate accident, close to the proceedings that would make you a Master Jedi at long last, you’ve been under Master Kenobi’s cares.
He’s been very hard on you, truthfully. But you know it’s for your best; in fact, unlike Anakin Skywalker, you deal with it a lot better.
However, much to your own dismay, you’ve grown to notice Obi-Wan Kenobi as man. His red locks are charming, a good match to his ocean blue eyes. When he smiles, it’s as if you are closer to the sun.
But when he’s practicing with you, his toned muscles come to evidence. And boy, to notice his physique… It does take a lot of focus not to let you this distract you. And because he is such an excellent master, you start to verse yourself in the studies of mind.
After all, you wouldn’t like he discovered that since you’ve heard your best friend talking about the things she did with her secretive lover, you’ve also wondered how would be like…
…if he touched you; or what would be like if his lips moved from your jawline down to your neck, his beard brushing against your skin.
The mere idea makes you wet, giving you a discomfort since your nipples hardened at it.
Fuck.
Well, unbeknownst to you, Master Kenobi has been tantalized at the idea of seeing you like a woman. It was the first day of summer when he saw you coming to the practice wearing a white top and brown pants.
He noticed the swell of your full breasts, and the shape of your hips. His mind went dirty: he began to wonder what would be like to take you with his famine lips—would you sing his name? Would you cry loud? He wondered…
Despite the temptation, he swallowed hard and admonished himself for the thought—but two hours later, he had to release himself. Right at the shower, he thought of you, naked, and Obi-Wan, seen by many as a man of self control, mastered the Force against himself… jerking as he pictured you, getting all of him.
Perhaps this is why he’s getting harder on you—with no pun intended.
But for how much longer would this tension remain? Obi-Wan could tell something’s amiss. Perhaps…
Clearing his throat, he decides to sweep away his needs. The next day, though, he decides to do something about it.
“Jedi Y/LN”, he greets you, and seeing a slightly shade of red painting your cheeks pleases him so. So I’m not alone in my affections… “Do you have a second?”
“Of course”, you respond, rather surprised by his request. “Have I done anything wrong, Master Kenobi?”
“No, my dear, not at all”, he leads you all the way to a secretive garden. “Just thought we could meditate together. Looks like we both need it.”
You smile at him. Today you are dressing a pink top and white pants, leaving the Jedi robes behind—it’s not a day for physical practicing anyways. But your eyes notice how the white robes Obi-Wan dresses reinforce his muscles.
And he captures your thought, but keeps it to himself. May the Maker give me strength…
It is meant to be an innocent activity, of course.
“Take a seat under the cork tree, dear”, says Obi-Wan. “I’m right here.”
You nod, obediently. As you do so, in your meditating position, you close your eyes.
“Take a deep breath”, Obi-Wan instructs you, gently. His eyes are glued in yours, in how heavy your chest is, going up and down… “Let’s focus in the basics, shall we?”
You close your eyes, prepared for the task—not an unusual request, but the moment you do so, all that comes to your mind is…him. You try to apply every tactic against it, but the more you do so, the more anxious you are.
“I’m sorry, Master. I can’t do this”, you blush furiously and would gladly leave like a teenager girl had he not prevented you from doing so.
“What’s the matter, Y/N? Come here. No obstacle should easily overpower you”, he mutters softly, gently holding your hand.
You hesitate, avoiding the intent gaze he casts you.
“It’s better not…”
“Never took for you a quitter, my dear”, the tease in his voice messes with your pride, so unwillingly you eventually cede and sit back to your former position.
“I’ve been there in your shoes”, Obi-Wan speaks calmly, sitting right next to you. His eyes linger in the delicacy of your features.
You blush deeper when noticing how close he is.
“H-How so, Master?”
“No need to call me Master when we are away from prying eyes, Y/N”, his eyes notice the effect he has on you. It arouses him just to notice how your top barely covers the hardened nipples. “May I help you relax?”
He takes a seat right behind you.
“You are very tense, Y/N. This harms you, mentally and physically.”
You know he waits for your consent. You bite your bottom lip. Could it be?
Placing your head aside, you straight your posture.
“And how… how can I relax when my trials are so close?”
The moment he places his hands over your shoulders and start to massage, is the moment you get wet between your legs.
Shit.
Obi-Wan can tell by the Force he affects you, but he has no rush.
“Empty your thoughts, dear one. Think of nothing…or no one.”
You freeze.
“M-Master…”, you’d about to protest, but it’s when he comes too close to you.
“Don’t apologize, Y/N. Trust me, will you?”
“Y-Yes, but I’m scared if I do…”
His hands gently go to the back of your neck to your shoulders, to your arms, before gently going to your chest. You shiver.
“Fear leads to anger…”
“…and anger leads to suffering”, you whisper back, still tensed.
“Why should you let yourself suffer thus”, he whispers back to your ear, his fingers delicately slowing down to your chest. “All you should have done was communicating, my love.”
You whimper softly, trying to find balance in something, but all you can do is put your hands over his thighs. He gently kisses your neck.
“Tell me, isn’t this what you wanted?”, he feels himself going hard when sensing your hard nipples.
“I am inexperienced…”, you moan, unconsciously spreading your legs. “I…”
“Shhh, let me tend you better then, darling”, says he.
Obi-Wan gently holds your waist, caressing you gently all the whilst his right hand moves down to your core, slipping inside your pants.
“Let me show how all of this can be resolved”, he groans against your ear.
“Master…”
Every protest dies when his finger finds way to your feminine core. And feeling how wet you are, makes him whimper too.
“By the Maker!”, you exclaim.
Struggling not to dominate you right there, right now, Obi-Wan holds you tight from behind as he stimulates you, doing circle moves with his thumb all the whilst he inserts another finger.
“Yes? Is it good?”
You cast him a lustful gaze, no more hiding the indecent thoughts you struggled all these months to keep. Obi-Wan smirks at you when reading them.
“Tell me, dove”, with his free hand he holds your chin, making you look at him as he pumps his fingers inside you.
“Yes, Obi-Wan!”, you are shaking. “Y-Yes! So damn good!”
“Look at me, princess. You look so beautiful undone…” Obi-Wan smiles and you believe to be in paradise.
And it’s right in there moment that he placates you with a slow, passionate kiss, thus muffling your potential screams.
Not that he’d mind if you did. This is better than his own thought, but this is just the beginning…
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poetryinmotion-author · 10 months
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SNEAK PEEK--Clan Djarin: The Next Year “The Youngling”
Hi friends! I’m hard at work on both Clan Djarin and The Thunder Bringer’s Daughter, so I figured I would give you a quick sneak peek at the next story in The Next Year! 
Updates for my projects should be coming out in the next week or so!
For the fifth time in an hour, Din moved aside the curtain on the garden window and watched the two figures seated in the shade beside the house. Ellis, wearing much looser black robes than their more practical flight suit, sat cross-legged, eyes closed, wrists loosely balanced on their knees. In front of them sat the baby, though not nearly as gracefully draped. His eyes were closed, too, and his ears vibrated, not from the wind, nor from conscious effort, but from…something else.
They were just…sitting there. Finally, Din’s curiosity got the better of him, and he made his way out the back door and into the garden. 
By all accounts, it was a glorious day of Nevarran summer. The garden that Omera had so meticulously planned was finally beginning to show...just as Omera was, Din realized with a blush. The gray soil had broken into a profusion of green–not just green, but all different shades, more shades of green than Din had ever seen in one place. Some plants lay low, like the mossy spread of honey blossom just about to burst into bloom; some had shot up so quickly that they were already in full flower–the millaflowers, for example, that Omera was crouched beside with her gardening knife. As the door closed behind him, Omera looked over her shoulder and flashed a smile at Din.
“Look at this!” she laughed, gesturing to the basket beside her, overflowing with blue-and-red flowers. “We’ll have enough to tranquilize a Wookiee by the time the harvest cycle’s done!”
“I see that.” Din took a knee beside her and put a protective hand on the small of her back. With a quick glance over his shoulder–yes, Ellis’s eyes were still closed–Din lifted the edge of his helmet and kissed Omera’s cheek, hot with sun exposure. Then, he leaned in towards her ear.
“Have they even moved since you’ve been out here?”
Omera shook her head as she returned her attention to the millaflowers.
“Thought they were supposed to be training,” Din muttered.
“Well,” Omera replied, cutting off one last clump of millaflowers and adding them to her basket, “maybe Jedi train differently than Mandalorians.”
Omera let out a sigh, dusted the dirt of her hands, and replaced her knife in her belt. “Help me up, will you?”
Din readily accepted her offered hand and pulled her to her feet. She swayed, and Din’s heart stopped for a moment as he steadied her.
“Glad you asked for help this time?” Din asked as he picked up the basket.
Omera hummed. “Don’t get used to it,” she replied as she led the way back into the house. “I’m only a few months along. As long as I can do things myself, I will.”
“I know,” Din conceded, deciding his worries could wait until later. With an involuntary sigh, Din removed his helmet and took a seat beside Omera at the kitchen table, where she was already cutting lengths of twine to tie the millaflowers together for drying.
“Thing is,” Din continued, “Ellis isn’t a Jedi. So…what are they? And what are they teaching him?”
“I’m not a Sith either, Djarin.”
Din’s back stiffened. Through the open window, through the thick curtain, and despite his lowered tone, Ellis had heard them. How…?
“We’ll talk in a few,” Ellis said, “when Grogu and I are finished.”
Now it was Omera’s turn to freeze, her hands having just finished tying a bundle of millaflowers together. The flowers dangled there for a moment, before landing with a soft thump against the table. Slowly, she and Din turned to each other, eyes widening with the same question, though they both suspected the answer:...who is Grogu?
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cabezadeperro · 2 years
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codywan kiss bingo #7: good kiss
hi! new @codywankissbingo​ fill! established relationship (kind of), no order 66 au (!), G, 877w. fic and bingo under the cut :)
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Every single space station smells the same.
Greasy food, old tibanna, hot metal and ozone. Sweat and other organic fluids. Rotting garbage, soapy water, burnt rubber and blaster oil. Cody steps off the ramp of the ship and breathes in, letting the familiar mix of smells swirl around his chest, around his brain. After so long they’re almost—they’re familiar and reassuring and a point of reference in an ever-changing galaxy. 
Tano ducks her head, montrals brushing the belly of the ship, and Rex follows in her footsteps, boots quiet and easy on the cracked tarmac of the station’s landing bay. He stops at Cody’s side, props up his chin on Cody’s shoulder and yawns. Cody throws an elbow at him, but Rex just huffs when it makes contact with his side and doesn’t move away.
They wait while Tano closes and locks down the ship, and then they follow her through the busy hangar, her blue and white montrals reflecting the harsh light of the ceiling floodlights. They attract some attention: they’re far enough out in the Expansion Region most people have never in their lives seen a clone out of armour, but Cody can’t sense any hostility, and Tano seems—not relaxed, she’s too nervous for that. But she isn’t worried, and that’ll have to do.
Cody finds Bly’s familiar face first. He looks good, his hair longer than Cody’s ever seen it, and he’s scowling down at a datapad. Cody smiles, something warm and relieved unfurling inside his chest. He feels his steps quicken, Rex falling into step behind him.
And then he sees Kenobi.
More grey in his hair, but the dark circles gone. He is already facing them, and there’s something in the way he seems to look at them, at Cody, despite the distance and the awful white light of the station and the months it’s been since they last saw each other.
Cody looks away.
Bly hugs him first. Cody hides his face in his brother’s neck, grabs onto the back of his jacket and holds on. They talk more often now than they did during the war, but it’s not the same, can never be the same, and Cody’s missed him so much. Bly steps away, places his hands on Cody’s face, rough fingers brushing his cheeks, and for a beat they just look at each other.
It hits Cody: Bly looks happy. He’s not as thin as he used to be. He looks tired, but he no longer carries the bone-deep exhaustion that Cody got used to seeing in him during the war. He tugs at Cody’s messy curls, smiling crookedly, and lifts an eyebrow; Cody rolls his eyes. He’s one to talk. 
“Cody.” 
Bly’s smile widens, grows knowing. Cody lets his face turn blank and turns to look at Kenobi.
He’s there for Tano, mostly. Or so he said. She’s already moving away, blue eyes bright and knowing and on Cody.
Bly steps away, and Cody watches Tano and Rex approach him from the corner of his eyes, and stays his ground, eyes fixed on Kenobi. He’s wearing Jedi robes, and they’re darker than Cody remembers, closer to caf than to beige. His lightsaber hangs from his belt, and Cody can’t see his hands, and he knows he’s staring, but so is Kenobi, and he refuses to feel ashamed. He tilts his head at his former general, and Kenobi—Kenobi just smiles, small and crooked.
“Kenobi,” Cody replies, a bit too late. Kenobi’s smile grows; his eyes are warm. 
“Looking good, commander,” Kenobi says. Cody bites at the inside of his mouth, trying and failing not to smile.
“You look old,” he says instead. Kenobi just laughs, head thrown back.
And then his arms are around Cody’s shoulders, his lips are on his hair, and Cody hugs him back, breathing him in, that familiar smell—ozone and rough cotton, cured leather and beard oil. He’s warm and he’s steady, and Cody closes his eyes, lets his shields slip, lets him know:
I missed you, I’m glad you’re here, I will leave again, I will always come back. 
Kenobi exhales shakily, and moves away to look Cody in the eye; Cody smiles up at him, and when Kenobi’s broad palm cradles his face he feels himself shiver.
The last time they kissed each other was a lifetime ago: a rushed brush of lips, Kenobi hurt and Cody too angry to stay or to explain himself, wanting to leave Coruscant and the Republic, not that sure he’d ever return.
He thinks he’s still angry: Cody doesn’t think he’ll ever stop being angry. There are many awful, hateful things in the galaxy, and he’s somehow survived most of them. 
Kenobi still remembers how he likes to be kissed. He licks into Cody’s mouth, beard soft against his chin, and Cody lets his eyes slip closed, humming low in his throat, the sounds and smells of the station fading away, and tangles his fingers in Kenobi’s hair. 
One of Kenobi’s hands slips under his tunic, finds a place for itself in the dip of his spine, and Cody smiles against his mouth, skin buzzing, and tugs on Kenobi’s hair just hard enough to make him shiver—just hard enough to let him know Cody didn’t forget.
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countrymusiclover · 2 years
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19 - Back to Normal...Wrong!
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Part 20
Kenobi's Future
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I clutch my heart when I locked eyes with the man now looking up at me. The wind had blown his hood away flashing his eyes that weren't their usual blue but in fact gold. "Dad!"
Shooting up from my bed I hugged my knees to my chest having my sister's nightmare replaying in my head for hours. My hair is a complete mess over my shoulders. Clutching the fabric of the sheets in my hands I shake my head wanting the nightmares to end. There's no way my father would ever join the Dark Side. I was certain that he would die a loyal Jedi even if the Jedi Order was gone forever. Someone knocked on the door opening it where I saw Cassian peak his head inside. "Hey, grab your stuff. We're landing on Tatooine."
Tossing the covers aside I pull my cloak back on sighing in annoyance at being home. Now that we're back on this desert planet we will go back to our normal lives. And I doubt my parents will let me travel with the rebels. Walking out of my room my sister sits in the spinning chair smiling. My mother clipped her lightsaber to her belt. Finally my eyes drifted to my father seeing him avoiding eye contact with me. He grips his robe in his hands tight, tilting my head I could catch sight that his eyes were still there same blue though which I am thankful for. "Approaching Tatooine now." K2SO replied piloting the ship towards the planet.
"It's almost dark and you'll probably need fuel for your trip back. Obi-wan and I can offer a place at our hut for the night." My mother replied starting to walk down the ramp. She interviewed her freehand with my father's. He holds my sister's hand in his other.
Cassian and I shared a look before he grabbed his blaster just in case. K2SO hides the ship behind the bar where no one would hopefully go looking for it. "Thank you for the offer. Normally I wouldn't accept but I can tell you're trustworthy people." He takes my hand in his before we climbed on a camel following my parents out to our small house.
Entering the front door of our small hut I immediately saw my sister run forward picking up one of her ponies twirling it around in circles giggling. My mother had went to put her lightsaber up and help K2SO get settled on the living room couch which is where Cassian would sleep too. Laying on the bed in my bedroom I heard foosteps stop outside my door seeing Cassian leaning in the doorway arms crossed. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask you about the nightmare you're sister had the other night. Who could have hurt her like that?"
"The only person I have a guess it could be is Darth Vader. He used to be a padawan of my father's until he turned to the Dark Side." I replied to him where he nodded simply.
"Do you think they could hurt her again like that?" Cassian asked again.
Shaking my head I questioned why he seemed so concerned with my family's safety. "Why - why do you ask that. I already said I will leave with you. But if you're excepting my parents to follow...I think you're out of luck Cassian."
"Well maybe they'll-" Cassian cuts himself off when my father ran past him in a panic. My mother chasing after him in a panic. Jumping to my feet we followed them through the house not understanding what has them in such a panic.
"Mom, Dad, what's going on?" I hollered back to them when we reached outside suddenly gasping at the sight before our group.
There are a group of stormtroopers standing outside a dark black triangle shaped ship. My sister is in her knees gasping for breath. The ships ramp lowered itself with Vader walking down but he isn't the one trying to kill my sister right in front of us. Vader turns his head over his shoulder when another man wearing a dark robe walked down the ramp. Knitting my brows together I don't recognize the person who has his hand raised choking my sister with the Force. "Who's that with the guy, Kiera?" Cassian asked reaching down to grab his blaster on his hip.
"We meet again Obi-wan and Y/n. But this time I am not here to kill you. I'm here to offer you a choice to save your youngest daughter's life." Vader breathed heavily through his mask pointing at Padme. She tried moving her hands needing air but the other figure with him was much stronger.
My mother grabbed her lightsaber igniting the green crystal opened in her hands. "What do you want from us. We won't become your followers!"
"Oh but you will Mrs. Kenobi..." The other figure dressed in robes pulled his over his head where I saw an elderly old man with a bad skin color. He cackled bringing my sister closer to his chest. "For your husband and daughters have seen what path is instored for your family."
Vader drew his red lightsaber holding it close to my sister's throat causing me to try and run but I felt arms wrap around my waist holding me back. "No. Vader let her go - Cassian let go!" I already knew who was keeping me from attaching my uncle right now.
"The choice is simple. Join the Dark Side, Obi-wan. And your daughter shall live another day." Vader threatened moving his weapon closer to her throat where it burned her neck a little.
Mom nearly raced forward to fight him until our father raised his hands in the air dropping to his knees in the sand. "I'll go. I'll go with you, Empiror. Just let her go - let my family be safe. And I'll go with you. I will join the Dark Side as a...Sith."
"Obi-wan no. You can't do this!" Mom cried when two Stormtroopers pulled him to his feet. One of them removed his lightsaber from his belt tossing it down into the sand at my feet. Padme gets shoved forward into our mothers arms starting to cry.
The guy beside Vader grabbed my father's arm cackling directly at me. "He is ours now. Meet Darth Dominus!" My father eyes me where I shutter in fear seeing his eyes flash that golden color briefly when he still kept a hold on him.
"I love you, Obi-wan...we will...we will save you." My mother croaked out in tears wrapping her arms around Padme's sobbing form.
My father let tears slip out meaning he was still the man he always was in this moment. "I love you Y/n...and I love our girls. May the Force be with you."
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suborbitalrailgun · 2 years
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Ohhhhhh I wanna see Anndra deal with all the diplomacy stuff he inevitably has to endure so ✨✨✨ or honestly for the whol squad, I think they'd be pretty hilarious in such a setting :D
✨Fancy - Have the character(s) dress up in formal wear and attend a high society formal event.
Ok listen I know it's not the whole squad but it gripped my psych like a strawberry and clenched. Enjoy.
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"I swear it, Bes, if you hand me one more of my party dresses from that closet- agh!"
A loud crash comes from Anndra's room's fresher, followed immediately by loud Iridoni curses concerning the dress's honour and integrity. Bes tries, but she can't hold her laughter in. A rumpled-looking Anndra stalks out of the fresher, all flushed and twitching ears.
"You are the worst friend," he proclaims. "This is not suitable for token-Jedi duty at a Senate Gala and you know it. Look at it."
'It' in question is a two piece set that could at most generous be called clubwear. At least generous, approximately three square feet of fabric drenched in lavender glitter, with matching platform heels that take Anndra's total height closer to 8 feet, and a clutch purse. Bes cackles.
"Could be if you weren't a coward," she coughs out, in between fits of laughter.
He rolls his eyes and smacks her gently on the shoulder- her good one. He still remembers the old injury on her left arm from the slaver bastard that took her eye, even though she only told him about it once, nearly two years ago. Every time, she's reminded that the Jedi weren't anything like they thought they'd be, back on Kamino.
He turns to rifle through the closet behind the bed, where Bes has set up camp with some of the sweets and drinks his family sent for his Lifeday, and is steadily working through them. The other members of Sgárlaid are at 79's, and she figures they need some time without a CO at their shoulders. She's more than happy to sit here drinking her best friend's alcohol and shit-talking senators, and coming up with the absolute worst outfits for him to wear to the stupid "Republic Heroes' Gala" he's been invited to.
"Don't even know why they karking invited me," he mutters from torso deep in the rack of robes, undershirts, and fancy shiny things. "At the karking least they could have let me bring you as a plus-one."
"Mmm," she replies, mouth full of some kind of nut cake Anndra's grandma made, "but that would force them to reckon with the idea that clones are humans with individuality and rich inner lives, and we can't have that from the Senate, can we?"
He makes a noise that reminds her of a pissy tooka, then another noise of triumph as he yanks out a long, Guard-red overcoat that swoops down to the floorand keeps going, with gaps at the collarbones and metal shoulder bells, and a grey halter top with matching trousers to go with. He tosses the trousers back into the pile of rejects and dives back in.
"Have you seen my dress greys?" he asks. Bes has not. "Oh, nevermind, got them!"
Bes thinks she knows where he's going with this and she loves it. She hands him the stitch-picker he flails around for without a word and shoves more cake in her mouth. Ka'ra, how did she ever live without cake? She watches, silently intrigued, as he grabs the jacket and sews his rank bars next to the Order starbird on the chest of the coat, then grabs the dress grey pants from the hanger. He... well, Bes doesn't know how a seven foot four Zabrak scuttles into the fresher in five inch glitter platforms, but he does, snagging his uniform boots on his way.
When Anndra returns, she nearly throws her drink all over the bed with how hard she pumps her fists in the air. He looks great, and she says so, and he gives a little twirl in response. It's the perfect outfit. It tells the senators who he stands for. It tells everyone he's theirs. And he looks hot as hell in it. She tells him so. A pillow mysteriously hits her in the face of its own accord. They devolve into brawling like cadets.
No, she wouldn't trade this for all the water on Kamino.
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