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Can interest the girlies in a

desperate attempt to generate more content actually centered around female star wars characters? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1yyfYsyRE2sP8IqpMJz90BsM_hVeQCdEy08pr4lLpEXY/edit#responses

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Thank you so much for participating in Star Wars WLWeek 2021! We're so grateful for all of your wonderful creations, and that you've all helped spread the love of WLW content in this fandom. It was so much fun to go through the tag every day and see the variety of ships and content. We couldn't have done this without all of you!

If you didn't end up finishing anything for the week, feel free to still tag us/put it in the AO3 collection and we'll gladly still reblog!

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Are there any other SW wlw events in planning?

Not that I know of, unfortunately! If there are any out there, or anybody feels inspired to create their own event in the future, we will very gladly help promote with this blog <3

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[ID - Vector image of the Armorer and Ahsoka, foreheads pressed together in a Keldabe kiss.]

For @star-wars-wlweek Day 7: First (Keldabe) Kiss

Phew! Last one. Didn’t manage everything I wanted to, I’d wanted to have little snippets for all the images, but for my first fandom week ever I feel pretty good about it 🥰. I’ll probably make a roundup post later.

Here’s an alternate version of this image with soulpaint on the Armorer’s helmet like Ahsoka’s face markings from my Day 2 fill (soulmate AU):

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Category: F/F Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Relationship: Barriss Offee/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Barriss Offee Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Undercover / Pining / oh my god the pining / barriss my dear i’m going to get you a gf if it’s the last thing i do / they are in their early 20’s here i figure / Order 66 Didn’t Happen (Star Wars) / bc that’s the world i want to live in
Summary:
“Hello,” comes a familiar voice above Barriss. Her voice has deepened and matured in the time since they’ve seen each other, because of course it has, but the knowledge of such a stark change hits Barriss somewhere low in her gut.
Ahsoka leans against the table, all long legs and pretty skin adorned in gold. She towers over Barriss like this, montrals nearly fully developed, and Barriss tries and fails not to stare at her arms.
“I’m Cherry. You interested in a dance, gorgeous?”
Barriss snaps her gaze away from Ahsoka’s arms to look at her face, which is just as terrible, actually, and might even be worse than the sight of her arms. She’s biting her lip shyly and looking at Barriss through the sweep of her lashes.
“Yeah,” she rasps, reduced to monosyllables in the face of that expression.
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this was written for the @star-wars-wlweek day 7 prompt: first kiss. thanks!

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The door bangs open, and Ahsoka sits up blearily, reaching for the knife besides her pillow. "Leia?" 

"Pirates," Leia yelps, sliding into the room at full speed and crashing into Ahsoka's desk. "They've pulled up alongside our ship, and the night watch says they're signalling that they want to talk. I tried to get Rex, but he grumbled at me a turned over, and I don't know what to do--"

"Leia, it's okay," Ahsoka stresses, swinging her legs off her bunk and hopping to the floor, taking the lantern from her apprentice and setting it on the desk. "Give me a minute, I'll handle it."

Reaching up, she unties the silk scarf wrapped around her head, tossing the navy square back up to her bed. She slithers out of her loose nightshirt, throwing it over the chair and pulling a sleeveless leather jerkin over her undershirt and gloving her arms to the elbows. She snatches the darker of her two hats and her saber off the top of the chest tucked in the corner, grinning at Leia's affronted face and setting off for the door. 

"A lesson, darling apprentice," Ahsoka calls over her shoulder, tilting her head and sweeping her braids out of the way in a waterfall of white and blue so Morai can land on her shoulder, reaching up to scritch the top of their head affectionately. "Appearances are always important, and one can spare two minutes in nearly every situation to keep one's dignity, and avoid winning battles, verbal or physical, on account of the enemy falling overboard laughing."

Leia huffs, crossing her arms. Ahsoka can feel the glare pointed at her back. Morai chirps, and she turns, walking backwards and tosses her apprentice a smirk. "See? The bird agrees with me."

It's dark out on deck when they get there, crescent moon shining in full force with the stars to line the deck in silver and shadow, though they lost the shipment of color somewhere halfway through the atmosphere. Ahsoka takes a pull of the clean sea air, grinning up at the dark sky and running a hand along the polished rail as she walks towards the base of the mast. 

The kid on watch is fresh-faced and worried, nearly vibrating in place with urgency. 

"New hazing ritual I wasn't made aware of?" Ahsoka asks the senior officer behind him, smile edging in on her pursed lips. 

"I figured the captain would want to see you anyways, general," Jesse answers with a grin, bouncing in his heels. He's going grey at the temples, which Ahsoka thinks shouldn't surprise her, considering he's a good five years older than herself, and she's hit forty recently, but there's always been an impenetrable sort of youth to Jesse. "Maybe teach them that they shouldn't take everything so seriously."

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, but doesn't stop the laugh that bubbles over her lips. "Signal them aboard, Jesse," she says, shaking her head. 

"I--but--what?" the kid asks, painfully confused. Behind her, Ahsoka can imagine Leia's matching expression. 

"That," Ahsoka says, pointing to the lone figure sweeping over the space between their ships almost before the rope is secured, "Is Captain Barriss Offee of the Freedom, Pirate Queen of the Emerald Seas Fleet, and, my wife."

Leia chokes quietly behind her, and Ahsoka grins, waving at the silhouette.

Barriss's sigh shouldn't be audible, her position on the other end of the ship to far off to hear from where they're standing, but Ahsoka manages anyways, taking off across the deck at a sprint. 

She meets Barriss halfway, sweeping her up into her arms, laughing in the starlight. 

Barriss leans forward, pressing their brows together, and Ahsoka's eyes slip shut. The air tastes like infinity and moondust when she breathes, and Barriss's bare fingers on her shoulders press cool like the night sea.

"Hello, love," Barriss whispers, the universe burning in her eyes.

"Hi," Ahsoka returns breathlessly, and she laughs, headscarf rippling in the breeze, and buries a hand in Ahsoka's braids, pulling her into a deep kiss. 

Leia's there when she pulls away, storm groven deep in her features. 

"You're married?!" she demands, Morai clucking unhappily on her shoulder, offended that they'd fallen off Ahsoka's shoulder. 

Ahsoka laughs, clear and ringing. "Come here, you," she says affectionately, scooping the owl up and cuddling it close, holding out an arm to Leia. "You too, Skygal."

Leia grumbles protests at the nickname, insults Ahsoka's ancestry and professes a deep dislike for life in general, but lodges herself firmly on Ahsoka's side, clinging like a barnacle and glaring at Barriss.

"Darling, meet Commander Leia Skywalker, my apprentice and Anakin's daughter," Ahsoka introduces, squeezing the girl in question and petting Morai apologetically on the head when they get slightly squished in the process. "Leia, this is Barriss, light of my life and the most beautiful woman on the planet."

"I knew you only liked me for my looks," Barriss snipes, though her mouth curls at the compliment. 

She looks to Leia, expression warming. "It's nice to meet you. I trust Ahsoka hasn't been too, shall we say, spontaneous, so far?"

"If you don't count neglecting to tell me that she's married to a pirate," Leia grumbles, but she detaches herself from Ahsoka's side enough to shake Barriss's hand. "Or swinging across to the Imperial ship the other day with Hardcase's experimental tiny cannon strapped to her back and taking an unpleasant dive. Or--"

"That's plenty of information thanks, Leia," Ahsoka says hastily, clapping a hand over her apprentice's mouth. 

Leia harrumphs, batting her fingers away. "You owe me a story."

Ahsoka hums consideringly. "I suppose I do. Well, it all started when…"

Oh, fuck, Ahsoka thinks, as Anakin shoves her back, whipping out his sabre to hover the tip beneath the woman's chin. She's pretty.

"Not another step, pirate," Anakin warns, his grip on Ahsoka's arm tightening painfully. 

The pirate woman is unfazed, lips turning up ever so slightly. Ahsoka's heart beats faster. "You have nothing to fear from my crew," she says, though her hand stays on the hilt of her cutlass. "We don't steal from Jedi."

"What about you?" Ahsoka asks, before she can stop herself.

"Well, I can't say that I generally take kindly to people trying to slit my throat," is the answer, delivered alongside a grin that's halfway between bemused and mischievous. "But I suppose I can forgive it for the sake of trying to protect someone as pretty as yourself."

Anakin splutters angrily, but doesn't protest when Ahsoka shoves him aside, letting the woman step foot on their deck. "I'm Ahsoka Tano, welcome to the Resolute, Captain…"

"Barriss Offee," she says, pushing back the hood of her cloak. Her face is delicate in the light of the lantern she's holding, a diamond splay of tattoos crowning the bridge of her nose and running across her cheekbones before tapering off into her dark headscarf. "Of the ship Freedom."

Anakin frowns, sheathing his sword and tapping a finger on his chin. "I've heard of you, somewhere."

Barriss grins again, leaning against the ship rail. "Well, my crew and I are fairly new, but it's always nice to hear when you're gaining a reputation."

"No, no," Anakin disagrees, signing the all-clear to Rex. "Oh, that's it! You were Luminara Unduli's padawan, weren't you?"

Barriss's expression shutters, and she pushes off the polished wood, standing straight. "Once. But I didn't come aboard to talk about my past. You look like you're having some trouble with your sails?"

Anakin opens his mouth to protest the subject change, but Ahsoka jabs him in the side. 

"Yes," she says sweetly, ignoring his indignant screeching. "We're on a cargo mission, but we had the bad luck to happen upon a Separatist frigate. We're equipped for battle, but we weren't carrying much ammunition. They scared with the first couple of shots, fortunately, but got a few at our sails, which caught fire."

Barriss hums, sauntering forward to peer up at the burnt cloth, fingers tapping on the pommel of her sword. 

 She lifts the lantern higher, and Ahsoka's quietly notes the furrow of her brow and the fine lines at the edges of her black-painted lips as she focuses. The fire flickers, reflecting off the gloss of the main mast and the dark gloss of her mouth in equal measure.

Anakin kicks her in the ankle. "Stop mooning," he whispers, nose wrinkled. 

Ahsoka punches him, making an innocent expression when Barriss turns at his yelp, raising an eyebrow.

"...I believe I have some spare sail material on my ship that will suffice," she says, evidently deciding not to comment.

"What do you want for it?" Anakin asks bluntly, crossing his arms.

Barriss grins rakishly, and Ahsoka takes a moment to appreciate how it scrunches the diamonds adorning her cheeks. "Why might you think I have anything you want, General Skywalker?" 

"...You're a pirate," Anakin says, as though it's a completely reasonable argument. 

Barriss's mouth twists with displeasure, and she lowers the lantern. "Safe passage for my ship through encounters with Jedi, then. I assume you can negotiate that with the Council."

Anakin frowns. "Almost certainly. Is that all?"

"Well," she considers, glancing towards Ahsoka, lips hinting at a grin. "If the Commander Tano is amenable, I'd appreciate her company in fixing the sails."

"You're going to fix them?" Anakin asks.

Barriss bristles. "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, just--why?"

"I'm sure your crew is all very talented, but I have Jedi training. I can fix the sails without having to take them down, and with help, they'll be done by morning," Barriss answers, relaxing slightly, though it's clear she's still on her guard. "I'd assume you could do the same, except your arm appears to be broken, along with at least four fingers, which doesn't tend to be conducive to sewing."

"She has a point," Ahsoka jumps in, leaning casually against the rail. Her hand slips off the rail, slick with ocean spray, and she flails wildly to keep from falling, glaring at Anakin when he snickers at her. "Shut up. And I'd be happy to help."

"We have a deal, then?" Barriss agrees, holding out a hand gloved in dark leather firelight-filled eyes fixed on Ahsoka.

"We do," Ahsoka agrees, taking it in her own.

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Star Wars WLW Week | Day 7

Day 7 Prompt: First Kiss

I'm so sad this week is over! I had so much fun writing all of my AmiLeia fics. So to close out the week I did a short canon rewrite for The Last Jedi. Because I had to write this scene sooner or later.

The first — and last — time Leia and Amilyn kiss, they are on board the Resistance cruiser, Raddus. And they both know that there’s no more running for either of them. (~800 words)

The first — and last — time Leia and Amilyn kiss, they are on board the Resistance cruiser, Raddus. And they both know that there’s no more running for either of them.

Leia tries to pretend otherwise, of course.

“Please board the transports according to your evacuation designation. All transports must be cleared…”

Leia watches Amilyn lean down to touch the unconscious pilot laid out on the gurney before them. Poe Dameron’s heart is in the right place, but his antics while Leia has been out of commission now need serious correcting.

“That one’s a troublemaker,” Amilyn murmurs, returning to Leia’s side as others lift Dameron’s gurney and push him into the waiting transport ship. She glances at Leia, her blue eyes alight with familiar mischief. “I like him.”

Leia smiles because she agrees despite her annoyance. “Me too,” she says before moving toward the transport herself. She still has to lean on her cane, but if she keeps up appearances of normalcy, maybe… “Now, time to board your transport,” she tells Amilyn in her best General Organa voice.

“For the transports to escape,” Amilyn says, almost hesitantly. And Leia turns back, trying desperately to stop her heart from climbing up into her throat. “Someone needs to stay behind and pilot the cruiser.” Amilyn blinks at her, half a smile curving her lips, but there’s something frozen and scared in her eyes. Leia doesn’t think anyone but her would notice that part. Amilyn is otherwise perfectly composed, a vice admiral doing her duty and going down with her ship.

Leia stares. The flood of emotion she’s been holding in tight rein since they made their evacuation plans now threatens to drown her. She drinks in the sight of Amilyn’s beloved face and tries not to wonder what might have been. For some reason, despite everything, she always thought they’d have more time. She shakes her head.

“Too many losses,” she manages to say although she knows her voice is cracking. She glances down for a moment, but only a moment; it’s so hard to look at Amilyn and yet she can’t look away. “I can’t take anymore.”

Amilyn’s resolve seems to firm. The fear in her eyes evaporates into the fierce look Amilyn has always given Leia when she knows Leia needs her.

“Sure you can,” Amilyn replies. And she leans forward the tiniest bit, that fierce look glittering like star-fire. “You taught me how.”

And of course Amilyn is right. And of course Leia can survive this too. She’s survived everything else. And the Resistance still needs her. But it doesn’t stop the pain that comes with this parting.

Leia swallows and begins, “May the Force be…” at the same time Amilyn begins the same words.

They dissolve into a helpless laugh. Leia shakes her head, smiling. Because even though it hurts, Amilyn will always be able to make her smile.

“You go on,” Leia says now. “I’ve said it enough.”

Amilyn returns her smile — and it’s a gentle, tender expression that Leia has never seen before, but she knows it will live in her heart forever.

“May the Force be with you,” Amilyn whispers. “Always.”

She takes Leia’s hand in both of hers and they look at each other, a million other words that they don’t have time for passing between them in the silence. Leia aches for the future they could have had and the past that they didn’t. And even though the hangar is full of Resistance fighters scrambling to their transports and the ship behind them is waiting for its general and somewhere nearby the seething hatred of the First Order is coming closer and closer… Leia takes the step forward and pulls Amilyn’s mouth down to her own. Amilyn returns the kiss without hesitation and the two of them press together for a timeless moment, letting the way their lips touch say everything that they no longer can.

“General!” calls the transport pilot, and the spell is broken.

They pull apart, but Amilyn squeezes Leia’s hand once before she drops it. And Leia turns and gets on board the transport before she doesn’t and stays with Amilyn on the doomed cruiser. They both know their duties only too well, and they’ll carry them through like the true leaders they are.

But Leia lingers by the window of the transport as they begin to move toward the hangar door. Amilyn has remained just where Leia left her, standing with her hands clasped together as though she can’t bear to feel them empty right now. Her lavender hair flutters back from her face as the transport’s engines flare to life. And Leia never takes her eyes off her.

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[ID - Image of the Armorer and Ahsoka in a summer/beach AU. The Armorer is wearing her helmet, chest plate and jetpack, but is otherwise wearing a swimsuit. She’s carrying a volleyball and looking over her shoulder at Ahsoka. Ahsoka is wearing a red swimsuit with a white Jedi Order logo and yellow sunglasses. She’s blowing a whistle and pointing at a sign that reads “No Jet Packing” in Basic.]

For @star-wars-wlweek Day 5: Enemies to Lovers

No snippet today because I kind of have a longer fic idea related to this but couldn’t finish in time. Maybe sometime in the fall I’ll be able to, it’s on the list. 

This is a very low stakes “enemies” to lovers partial AU where Jedi are beach lifeguards constantly at odds with the Mandalorians, who cause a variety of chaos with their intense jetpack beach volleyball games.

Despite being at odds with each other “professionally,” the Armorer and Ahsoka fall in love ❤️.

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human! riyosoka for a modern au and sw wlw week day 7: first kiss :)) experimented with lighting and layer modes and i quite like the result

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AU Idea: Padme lost her husband and Emperor ruled with an iron fist, but she still had Leia, so she wouldn’t give up so easily. With the help of Breha, she would make sure that her daughter would never feel unloved. Moreover, Leia’s two mothers would move heaven and hell to keep her safe. 

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Star Wars WLW Week Day 7

ReyRose First Kiss!!!! I have nothing else to say, lol. It's sweet. I hope you like it.

Something fierce seemed to shake loose inside of Rose at that, like she couldn’t believe that Rey was actually saying this, like it couldn’t be real. She wanted to put it all into words: the pride she felt working beside Rey, the joy she shared in Rey’s victories, the affection she felt when she saw Rey light up with relief that there were people who cared about her as well.

Rey laughed, almost self-consciously. “You feel like… you feel like bubbling water right now, does it feel that way to you as well?”

Rose paused. “Yeah, I guess that’s how I feel.”

“It’s nice,” Rey said, and just leaned forward, like it was nothing, to rest her head against Rose’s stomach.

1700~ words below the cut / mild angst / no warnings apply

“Aren’t you supposed to be training?” Rose asked, watching Rey walk up with her bag over one arm.

Rey’s staff made a little clinking noise each time it tapped on the ramp.

“Isn’t this ship best suited to be flown by two?” Rey asked, standing in front of Rose who was blocking the entrance.

“I’ve flown it alone before. Again, though, you told Finn and Poe off the other day because you were training,” Rose said.

Rose didn’t budge from her spot, but Rey nudged her to the side and slipped inside the ship anyway. It wasn’t that Rey was particularly small, though she’d always been wiry rather than having any real bulk to her muscle, but the ship was small, and Rose had been trying to take up as much space as possible.

“Yes, well. Today is a rest day,” Rey said, her voice disappearing as she climbed into the cockpit.

Rose sighed and pulled the ramp inside the ship.

... ... ...

“What was that you were saying about rest?” Rose huffed the words out as she barrelled after Rey, desperately trying to engage the remote unlock on her wrist terminal, aware of the fact that Rey was trying to keep up with her slower pace.

Rey’s hand snapped up and into a clenched fist, and the remnants of a stone wall fell down behind them, the gang of criminals — Force only knew what they wanted — grunting and shrieking under the rubble. Rose didn’t chance a look back, torn as she already was between her tech and keeping solid feet beneath her.

They scrambled inside the ship, Rose launching herself into the cockpit as Rey stood in the doorway, hand outstretched to keep the blaster bolts from hitting the ship as it rose into the sky, finally closing the door as they’d gotten into the air. Rey didn’t climb into the cockpit after Rose however, and once she’d plotted their course she climbed back down into the ship’s hold. Rey was sitting across from the door with her eyes closed, breathing so deeply her chest was rising and falling like she’d just run for miles. Before she came any closer, Rose imagined just how Rey had looked, her eyes full of something terrifying to those who didn’t know her, hands filled with incredible power. Or maybe she’d shut her eyes so she could focus better. Stupid as that always seemed to Rose and Poe, there was something that they just had to trust their companions about.

Rey did look up when Rose’s boots hit the grating however.

“Sorry I didn’t help with takeoff,” Rey said.

“No, no. It’s ok.” Rose clasped her hands awkwardly for a moment. “Is the cache ok?”

Rey opened her bag and lifted the small dinged container out of her bag. With a snick she unlatched the lid and held up the contents for Rose to see: memsticks, some small metal plates with numbers on them and some grey looking crystals.

“Leia will be pleased,” Rey said after a moment. She closed the lid and just looked at the small case where it rested on her lap.

“I’m glad you came,” Rose said. “I’m not sure I would have been ok without you.”

Rey didn’t acknowledge that, instead running a thumb over the uneven edge of the case. Abruptly she spoke with surprising vehemence: “The only reason we were attacked might be because idiot bounty hunters still think Jedi are worth more dead than alive.”

Rose moved forward and used a bit of force to pry the container from Rey’s hands, slipping it into a lock box just across the hold.

“What might have been is always a slippery thing to focus on.” Rose spoke softly, despite the rattling of the ship around them. She held out her hand for Rey to take, and after a moment, she did.

Rose just savored the cool touch of her, the fair skin tawny where the sun had kissed her, her hands callused like Rose’s were. The stain of grease on her own hands had marred the golden beige of her skin so long ago she didn’t really see it as separate from herself. The smudges faded only to be replaced by others no matter how much she scrubbed. After a moment Rey’s grasp tightened on Rose’s hand and she rubbed tender circles across the smooth skin, blemished or not.

“It’s not so bad,” Rey said as though she could sense Rose’s thoughts. “I try not to pry, but sometimes emotions are so strong that it's hard not to notice.”

She still wasn’t looking up at Rose however, so she couldn’t see the visible flush that was spreading across Rose's face.

“Don’t change the subject.” Rose’s voice was rough to her own ears. “It isn’t your fault that people don’t like you for who you are.”

Rey did look up at that, her eyes bright. “Isn’t it? If it puts my friends in danger?” She began to pull away, turning aside, her face growing paler. “If merely coming made the mission more fraught, I would have been better staying at the base.”

“Rey, look at me.”

And she did, she looked back at Rose with something like hope, just waiting for her to speak.

“It’s likely that there were others interested in the cache, so they were watching it. And that they suspected there was a chance that someone Force-sensitive would show up.” Slowly, Rose raised her hand to put it on Rey’s shoulder. “I don’t like flying alone. You probably knew that and decided to come with me for that reason alone.”

“I am also supposed to take rest days apparently,” Rey grumbled, but not denying it.

It was enough for the tension to lessen, however.

“I’m glad you came,” Rose said. “Specifically you. I trust you and I know you’d do anything to help me if it came down to it.”

Rey’s cheeks brightened, and she nodded.

“I’m trying to be better about…” She paused, searching. “Offering my help even if I’m afraid.”

“Afraid? Sweetie.” Rose squeezed Rey’s shoulder. “You’ve always been so fearless.”

Rey smiled sadly. “I’m terrified so often lately. That I’ll want to save someone but I can’t.” Her eyes fell shut as she wrapped her fingers around Rose’s wrist with a sigh. “I still have so much left to learn.”

Something fierce seemed to shake loose inside of Rose at that, like she couldn’t believe that Rey was actually saying this, like it couldn’t be real. She wanted to put it all into words: the pride she felt working beside Rey, the joy she shared in Rey’s victories, the affection she felt when she saw Rey light up with relief that there were people who cared about her as well.

Rey laughed, almost self-consciously. “You feel like… you feel like fizzy water right now, does it feel that way to you as well?”

Rose paused. “Yeah, I guess that’s how I feel.”

“It’s nice,” Rey said, and just leaned forward, like it was nothing, to rest her head against Rose’s stomach.

Perhaps it was instinct, or just the old memory of being held by her older sister, that made Rose run her fingers across Rey’s hair. But it was something else entirely when Rey spoke, her voice slightly muffled by the fabric of Rose’s flight suit and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Rose wanted honesty, and if Rey was going to show something fragile and frightening to Rose, she might as well do the same.

“Do you feel the same way?” Rose asked, immediately feeling a tightening in her chest as she heard the words play back in her mind. “I mean, right now, how you feel?”

Rey’s hand was still on Rose’s, and she slipped her hand further up to rest on her forearm.

“Soft and warm, I suppose,” she said, her voice still muffled. She sighed, the noise content, and lifted her face to look up at Rose. “Similar. Why?”

“Because,” Rose’s voice seemed to waver in her ears. “Because I’d like to kiss you, I think.”

Rey didn’t smile at that, but it wasn’t a cold look. It was like she was searching for something in Rose’s expression.

“Come here,” she whispered, and pulled Rose down toward her.

Rose’s hair tickled her cheeks as she bent down, but then Rey was tilting her head back, her eyes fluttering shut, sighing into the kiss. And — little gods — it was a sweet kiss. Rose brought up her hands to hold Rey’s face, the skin soft beneath her fingertips. Rey smelled like so many familiar things from the base — the plants, the kaf, the soap — and maybe she was imagining something like amber which reminded her of drought and arid heat.

But then Rey was holding her with both hands, pulling her forward until she was straddling Rey’s lap, and the difference between them was only a few inches.

Rose pulled back with a sigh, trying to step back from the embrace, but Rey only gave her so much room.

“Mm, I’m too heavy,” Rose said.

“You’re not.” Rey sighed. “I was wondering if you’d ever ask.”

“Ask you what?” Rose was getting hot in the face again, still uncertain in the face of how serious Rey was.

“If I felt the same. It’s not exactly fair,” Rey spoke slowly. “Feeling things that ripple across the Force that aren’t your concern. I wanted to ask you, but there’s always more than I can see and—” she hugged Rose more tightly, turning her head as she rested it against Rose’s shoulder for a moment— “it might have been much more complicated than I could ever understand. It didn’t seem like I could just ask you.”

“You can always ask, Rey.” She began stroking Rey’s hair again. “At least now I think it’s only fair that you ask if you don’t know…”

“What, kissing you gives me license to ask you whatever I want?” And finally, there was humor in her tone again.

“I think so!” Rose said, scowling slightly as Rey pulled back and grinned at her.

Gods, her smile was lovely. She was bright and cheerful, and the feeling bubbled up inside Rose.

“Then, do you think we have time for another kiss before we’re back at the base?”

Rose huffed in mock annoyance. “At least,” she said.

And Rey gathered her up in her arms again, the smile still on her lips.

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[ID - Image of the Armorer and Ahsoka sleeping together. Their faces are pressed close together and the Armorer’s face is hidden by black hair with grey.]

For @star-wars-wlweek Day 6: fake Marriage

Whoops, managed to mis-read this prompt and just did “marriage” instead of “fake marriage” but anyway. A little fluffy companion snippet: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33240880

We are still respecting the Creed

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Astrophilia

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Day 7: First Kiss & Found Family

Last day! Thank you so much to @star-wars-wlweek for hosting this event, I’ve really enjoyed it, and all your hard work is very appreciated :D

Read it on AO3 or on FFN!

“Why?” asked Qi’ra after a long flight to salvation, when she was lying bandaged in a bed in the Lars homestead. Leia sat beside her, and they’d both frozen when their fingers brushed. “Why can’t we love each other except when they’re watching?”

Leia paused, then went back to brush their fingers together, this time entwining them. “I don’t know. I…” She swallowed. “I want you to fight.”

“And I want to live.”

“I want us to stay.”

“I want us together, too.”

“So why is it so hard?” Leia echoed. “Because I can’t trust that you’ll support me?”

“And because I can’t trust that we’ll both be alive after you’ve done what you do,” Qi’ra replied. “I’m afraid to lose everything we’ve already built.”

Leia grimaced. “I suppose it’s about taking risks, then.”

Qi’ra nodded, gripping her hand tightly. “I…”

She was struggling, so Leia said it for her. “I choose you.”

Qi’ra relaxed, and managed to smile. “I choose you. I’ll stay, though I’ve never stayed before.”

“I’ll trust you, and I’ll live.” Leia leaned forwards to press their foreheads together. “Even if living was not my priority before.”

“You’re far too much a good person,” Qi’ra said fondly. “I do love that.”

“And you’re far too clever.” Leia moved to sit closer to her, on the edge of her bed, looking down into Qi’ra lovely face. “And careful. And sensible, though I might have called it cowardice before.”

“It is cowardice, perhaps,” she admitted. “You’re far too brave.”

“Brave? This is the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

Qi’ra lifted her chin, eyes glinting. “So are you going to take the risk now, Princess?”

“I will if you will.”

In the end, their lips met in the middle, soft and sure and trusting—and they made a promise to each other there, though no words were spoken. They had traded them at every opportunity until now, but here, they found no need.

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Invisible Moonlight: Padmé Amidala/Sabé for @star-wars-wlweek

Padmé winged easily through the steps, whisking Sabé along with her, and for a moment, they were waltzing in their nightgowns through the ballroom of Theed Palace, Sabé’s touch electric at the small of her back. It was only on her planet that petticoats and ballgowns, stiff and unforgiving on the bodies of Imperials, turned beautiful, their hems flaring vibrantly over the floor with their soft, silken sighs.

It was only in Sabé’s arms, dancing through her memories of Naboo, that Padmé became weightless.

(Or, Padmé and Sabé have a romantic night to themselves following the rise of the Empire.)

Rating: Teen

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Read here or on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33233989

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Koska Reeves/Fennec Shand Characters: Fennec Shand, Koska Reeves Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Flirting, Star Wars WLW Week 2021 Summary:

“Your boss send you to keep an eye on me?”

Reeves doesn’t turn when she speaks, doesn’t need to in order to know she’s been followed all the way from the Palace, and Fennec smiles, slow and sharp. Anything less would have been disappointing, to be honest, given that she hasn’t been particularly trying to hide.

Or, Koska visits Tatooine and she and Fennec have a chat.

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A slightly late entry for day 5 of @star-wars-wlweek !

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family matters, PG-13

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On Ajan Kloss, Jannah plays cards, makes friends, watches her squad, and picks up a surname along the way.

“Finn told me,” Rose said softly, “it was the Force that told him not to shoot, and helped him get away.”

Jannah had heard all about the Finaliser and didn’t find it surprising that Finn had got religion in the aftermath. “I don’t know,” she said, and then repeated for good measure, “I don’t know.” She waved a hand. “I can’t… do the Jedi shit like Finn can.”

Finn’s Force-sensitivity was, Jannah considered, a very poorly-kept open secret, but a great tactical advantage. Kaydel sat up and blinked owlishly at them both.

“You mean the moving rocks stuff?”

“Gods and fishes,” said Rose, who had a Gungan deputy and was picking up Naboo slang, “that’s not what the Force is about.”

Kaydel flopped onto her back, said “ow,” when her head thumped on the ground, and then said “No, but it’s pretty cool.”

“I always just thought it was my conscience,” Jannah said. “The mutiny. What about socks?”

“Rocks,” Rose corrected absently, lying down with her head on Kaydel’s stomach. “It was the Battle of Crait. We were trapped in a fortress and we were trying to get out by this animal trail but it was blocked, and then Rey just… she was outside with the Falcon and she just… just lifted her hands… and the rocks just melted away into the air… like they were light.” Rose yawned. “Like they were feathers. It was amazing. But I was pretty concussed and on the serious painkillers -“

“No, it was like that,” Kaydel said dreamily. “Just like that. General Organa told me once, she said the Force was like the currents of a great sea that all of us swim in, and Jedi are just… people who can build harbours.”

“Rey would make good harbours,” Jannah said thoughtfully, and then added “Uh, and Finn.”

This was received with the contempt it deserved, and a very longsuffering groan from Rose.

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@star-wars-wlweek day 07: first kiss

↳ a couple years ago i put sabine/numa in a swbb fic and i still think that was very galaxy brained of me. this isn’t exactly their first kiss in that ‘verse, but it’s a very close approximation (if you want to read the getting together fic, it’s can’t sleep without you).

[image id: watercolour painting with ink outlines of numa and sabine wren from star wars: rebels. both are pictured from about the shoulders up, just before or after sharing a kiss. numa, left, faces right in profile, with her right hand raised to hold sabine’s head. numa wears a tan headscarf over a black headcovering, black lekku wraps with a white stripe at the top, and a black tank. sabine, right, faces left in profile with her eyes closed and chin tilted up. she has an undercut with the longer hair on top bleached white with purple tips. the background is very pale yellow to off-white. /end id]