#(different quinlans in my mind and yet

[jewishcissiekj]

Worst thing to happen to me is completing all of Quinlan's Legends comic appearances. Wdym there isn't anything else

[fallout4treasures]

Found this extremely short story in my docs and I thought I published it here but I couldn't find it so here we go! (I've edited it some too, so if you've read it before and it's different now that's why.)

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“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

--

Okay, he panicked. He could admit that. When he overheard Quinlan and Arthur talking about his… identity, his brain went into survival mode. He didn't want to believe it at first, but still wasn't going to wait for them to present their evidence. The sickening realization was still weighing heavily on his chest. It actually made sense. His memories, his emotions, he ideals, they were all planted in him by a computer. Probably after he was pieced together in a lab somewhere deep underground. He was what the Brotherhood stood to fight against. He was the enemy.

Leaving was absolutely the right choice, and it was technically faster just to bring Sole along. She had caught Danse right as he was sneaking into a vertibird to get back onto ground level. And for some reason she insisted on coming with on his "unknown mission" rather than let him go alone. But this wasn’t fair to her. She had no idea how much danger he put her in by bringing her. But he couldn't bear to let her go, not yet. It was coming, he knew that, but maybe for now it could wait.

Wait for what? He was piecing this together as he went, but it all seemed to be leading to one answer. It would be his last act for the Brotherhood. To put down one more Institute monster, it just happened to be himself.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her himself, the look of betrayal in her eyes would be too much to handle. He decided he would send her back to the Prydwen when they got to the abandoned post. They would have one last walk together, he owed her that much.

He tried to make conversation, evading Sole's pointed questions. Where were they going? Why couldn't they bring their power suits? Why was he acting so weird? But it would end up coming to an awkward and screeching halt, leaving them to march on in silence. His mind was moving so quickly he couldn't focus on anything they were saying anyway.

Sole didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to have a synth for a friend, and she certainly didn't deserve to have everyone she cared about taken from her. But there she was, selfless, hopeful, caring. Just rolling with the punches. How did she do that?

“Are we almost there?” She finally asked, breaking another long period of silence shared between them.

“Actually, it’s right up here.” The path led up to the old outpost. She started trotting ahead, despite Danse's objections to wait.

“What is this place?” Sole called out through the open window.

“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

“What?” Sole laughed, she stopped flipping through a file to study his face. Her smile fell when he refused to meet her gaze. How could he? “But-”

“You're to report back to Elder Maxson. He’ll- he’ll want to speak to you.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“That’s an order, soldier.” Danse squared his jaw, meeting her gaze to see her eyes glistening with concern. His eyes fell in defeat, unworthy of looking at her. Sole. A flawless human being. Did he ever know her as a human? Was he replaced as far back as the Capital Wasteland? Was any of it ever real? Why would the Institute program him to care this much?

“What's going on?” Sole stepped closer, ignoring Danse's hesitation. When he didn't say anything she placed the most considerate hand on his forearm, snapping his attention solely towards her and away from his thoughts. Her soft skin, her worried eyes, her parted lips.

"You should go." He croaked out. His heart thumped into his throat. He wanted to pull away but he couldn't. Her touch was so warm, and alive. She wasn't programmed to feel this way. Her caring was pure, it was human. Everything he wasn't, apparently.

"Are you okay?" Her sympathetic voice rang in his ear.

“I’m sorry.” The words came out on their own, knowing what he was going to do before he did.

“For what?” In one sudden move Danse grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, their bodies flushed together as he pushed her back against the wall. He felt her body halt beneath him, but it only took a moment for her mind to catch up to his actions. He let out a groan when her mouth opened up to him, letting their tongues mingle.

He found a way to shut off his mind, and he was going to take advantage of it. She felt good. Better than he had even imagined, but never in his wildest dreams did he ever think she'd kiss him back in real life. This certainly didn't feel like real life however, real life had unimaginable horrors. This felt more like his dreams, and if he tried hard enough he could even convince himself it really was a dream.

He broke away, feverishly making his way down her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft but toned muscle, groaning at the sensual cry that left her. He kissed his way back to her lips before lifting her up for her to wrap her legs around his waist. She gave a small yelp against his lips as he pressed against her.

"Danse, just wait a sec." She panted. He pulled his head back, and all at once the shame in the pit of his stomach was back. Their eyes met and he was confused to find her staring at him in shock. The soft pads of her fingers reached to touch his cheek, and to his shock they were wet when they pulled away. Had he been crying?

Her perfect, very human, hand cupped his face with her thumb wiping the salty liquid across his cheek. Her expression broke his heart, she wouldn't feel this way if she knew the truth.

He hadn't noticed that his legs were shaking until his knees started to buckle below him. It seemed to happen so quickly. He had set her down and was sitting on the ground, with her following suit but making sure her own hands never left him. He wanted so badly to pull her close and cry into her comforting neck. But he had exploited her feelings enough.

"What's wrong?" She asked. How could he do this to her? Why would he be programmed to be so selfish? How could he feel like he loved her when he was a machine?

"Talk to me, please." She begged, thickening the lump in his throat.

"I-I… I'm sorry. I… I have to tell you something."

[manybcdthings]

astra's trailer

felix grave and quilan kelly @secrettyrant

Felix sat on the trailer steps, the cigarette in his hand burning down to its last breath. The circus grounds stirred lazily around him, slow and steady. Even Astra wasn't awake yet, her sleep heavy after the night before. They'd stayed at that little bookstore until the owner's patience wore thin, he practically tossed them onto the street. She was probably dreaming about Gibran now, his words winding their way through whatever floaty landscapes lived in her mind.

Felix felt…different. He couldn't pin it down exactly. Part of it was the lingering haze from the pill, a cushiony daze that softened the edges of everything, the morning sun doing nothing to help clear his head. Then there was last night, the way he'd cracked open a discarded part of himself and let Astra see it. Seeing her face light up as she held that book, like it was a missing piece of her soul, had left something new in him. And lastly, there was the anticipation. Kenzie would be back with Nova by the afternoon, and the thought of her little footsteps filling the trailer again made his chest tighten in a way he didn't want to think too long about. The quiet now felt too quiet.

That was until a shadow caught the edge of his vision, pulling him from his thoughts. He didn't have to look up to know who it was. "You can take it out of my cut." Felix said to the figure of Quinlan, his words caught in the exhale of smoke before he dropped the finished cigarette to the ground. "Something came up. Not a big deal." his tone carried the easy confidence of someone who knew he was about to be questioned but wasn't about to give much in return. His eyes flicked to the Irishman, taking in the straight posture and almost cold way he knew Quinlan to be. It reminded Felix of his father at times. If his father suddenly had a lilting accent. "She's asleep." he said, slightly sharper. "It was my idea, anyways. I wanted to get out for a while, so take it out of my cut. There were about four people waiting in line." a slight underestimate of the group he waved away, but that didn't stop Felix from ensuring his tone carried with a convincing casualness.

[heretolurkandnothingmore]

for the ask game... gotta be obi-wan!

Hi :DD Thanks for the ask, sorry it took so long. Been running around like a headless chicken. (original ask game link for anyone who wants to send me more asks)

How I feel about this character: So, ok, I like Obi-Wan a lot. Reading the Jedi Apprentice series specifically endeared me to him even more than the rest of SW did (hot takes central: these books were pretty good, actually. Jedi Quest too, I'm just not yet finished with that one). It's the way he always tries to do the right thing while circumstances both external and internal keep getting more and more complex and tangled until a web of duty, love and denial strangles all.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Anakin, of course! I'm the opposite of a multi-shipper (no negativity for multishippers, I've just got a one-track mind). The way these two orbit each other, the sheer depth of change they inflict on one another is overwhelming. But nobody needs this, an Obikin blog, to go on about how much they like Obikin))

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I'm going to say Quinlan (I wish there were more TCW episodes where they interact, it's always a blast). Qui-Gon gets an honorable mention, as does the Ahsoka and Her Two Space Dads (tm) family unit. I love them. Probably reflects in my art.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Feel free to throw tomatoes at me, but I do not think the interpretation of him as this unshakeable, untarnished beacon of light (who's never made the wrong choice or wavered in a significant way) that I've seen some people come up with is all that compelling. Not to *me* anyway. Obviously, we all have different reads on a character we love, mine is just different, as are my tastes.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Hm. Not sure. Depends on the canon, I guess. In the OT I wish there was just more of him? Even as a Force Ghost or something. In TCW I wish they'd given him more interaction with Ahsoka. In the Prequels he's perfect in every way great, but gosh do I wish TPM had more scenes with PadaObi, his haughtiness and his hedgehog haircut.

[kcrabb88]

Hi! For the character ask game, can I ask 6 and 21 for Obi-Wan Kenobi? If you've already gotten him (which I'd be shocked if you didn't), how about 12 and 5 for Quinlan Vos? I already know what your favorite ship for them both is 😘

Obi-Wan

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

*laughs* hmmm asking me the Real Questions here. I think Obi-Wan tends to take a lot of things onto his shoulders and is very quiet about his own needs or, like, at some points (the war) tries very hard not to HAVE personal needs and boy oh boy well Mister My Guy, I get it. Plus, I think we share being hopeful as a trait, too. It's one of the things I always loved about him because even in the darkest times he believes things can change.

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

One of my favorite things to do is writing Obi-Wan being SMART. Because he is so so so so smart and clever in so many different ways. Like put that guy in a situation and give him a scheme, a goal, and he will get there if he can. He is a Problem Solver. And he values soft power like diplomacy, so he's not just going into anything with his saber first (even if he is a great duelist!). He's smart about it. It's so fun to think deeply about that.

I don't not like this, but it is sometimes difficult, to get Obi-Wan to a place where he'll properly break down, or make a pretty obvious bad choice? I enjoy writing that stuff soooo much but oh boy you gotta work to get him there. It's delicious when you do! But it has to be right. So I like it! But I have make sure I'm doing it the way he would do it and not plot-forcing it.

Quinlan

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Not Yet/Love Run by The Amazing Devil, which was the first song I ever put on my QuinObi playlist, and so so much of it sounds like Quinlan for me. It's in my bones about him (and his relationship with Obi-Wan).

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

A fun one is I think Quin is a bit of a cinephile! He really likes films and has specific tastes and a lot of opinions. He's very into as @librarianladyx puts it, action films with feelings, as well as more cerebral horror, that kind of stuff. So, whatever movies are coming out in the Star Wars verse that he has time to see, I bet he's reading reviews and making comments if he disagrees.

[fanfic-phoenix]

A Spy From Coruscant: Chapter One

Masterpost

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Days melted into one another, soft and syrupy slow; Quinlan realised with a sick twist in his gut how long it’d been since Obi-Wan had left Quinlan’s room.

He wasn’t going to complain about it.  He was never going to complain about having Obi-Wan, calm and smiling gently, in his bed.

But, he allowed, feeling Obi-Wan’s fingers tracing his tattoos for the hundredth time, he was going to be nervous about it.

“What’s your plan today?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer.  He stayed curled in Quinlan’s side, still tracing.  Without the beard he looked so young, like a Padawan again, except he hadn’t any of the mischievous spark that had drawn Quinlan to him.  He was calm, and soft, and quiet, and scared.

“Do you want to go to the refectory?” Quinlan tried.  “Or suffer another morning of my cooking?”

“They stare.”

It wasn’t a whisper.  Nothing so childish as that.  But it wasn’t really talking, either.

Quinlan sighed, curling his arm around Obi-Wan’s hips and wincing as he realised he could still trace the bones.  “You have to face them eventually.”

“But not today.”

He hesitated, sighed again, and kissed Obi-Wan’s forehead.  “No.  Not today.”

***

The first walk was a victory.

It wasn’t the Room of a Thousand Fountains - Obi-Wan’s favourite place or not, it was always crowded - but the greenhouses were just as good.  Filled to brim with plants, flowers and trees and bushes, the whole place thrummed with the feel of the Force.

Every few steps, Obi-Wan would pause, brushing his fingers over a leaf.  Old favourites, he’d explain, or things he’d only read about and hadn’t realised had been brought in.  It’d been so long since he’d really had a chance to explore the place, after all…

“Qui-Gon planted this one,” he said, guiding Quinlan’s gloved fingers to the stem.  “He brought it home from one of our missions - I forget where.”

“Not the one you’re allergic to?”

“No, that was a different one.”  Obi-Wan smiled, and Quinlan’s heart clenched.  That was the first smile since they’d left the safety of Quinlan’s bed.  “Not the one that bit me, either.”

“And not the one that strangled Qui-Gon when he took a cutting?”

“No, that was-”

He broke off, looking stricken.

Quinlan followed his gaze.

He spotted Anakin, who had spotted them, who was dragging Ahsoka away.

“I forgot,” Obi-Wan said, already pale.  “I forgot Ahsoka’s botany lesson was today.”  That was all it took for the guilt to sink in.  “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Obes-”

“We should leave.  Let them know they can come back.”

“I-”  He wanted to protest, wanted to say that Obi-Wan had just as much right to the greenhouses as his former-Padawan, but he saw the look in Obi-Wan’s eyes.  Haunted.  Hunted.  Like a cornered fox.  “Alright.”

***

“I’m going back to the mind healer, Quin.”

The declaration was hushed, yet seemed to ring in the silence of the room.  Obi-Wan had gone on-and-off since Qui-Gon’s death, attending every session dutifully until his coping skills were successfully updated, then ending up right back there after the next traumatic incident.

It’d been a long time since Obi-Wan last went to the mind healer.

“Good,” Quinlan said, somehow even quieter.  “That’s…  Good.”

***

“I just don’t understand why it was you ,” he said, trying not to yell.  “You’re no Shadow.  You’re a negotiator!”

Obi-Wan looked steadily back at him.  “I’m a general.  I do my duty.”

Quinlan wanted to scream.  Obi-Wan deflated, unable to meet his eyes.

“I was half-trained.  I might’ve been a Shadow in another life.”

“But you’re not -”

“But I was as close to a Shadow as was available.”

Quinlan blinked.  The not-quite-anger-more-retroactive-fear faded.  This fear was new and sharp.  “What?  Obi-Wan…”

“I can’t tell you who - you know I can’t - but the numbers…  The numbers are low and still dropping.  When the mission was proposed there was no one available, and no one who could be pulled off their assignment.  I can shoot, I can disguise myself, I know the codes and the protocols, and I-  I can-”  Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, steeling himself.  “Force save me, I can lie to the faces of everyone I know without flinching.”

And there was nothing, really, that Quinlan could say to that.

After all, it was true.  It just wasn’t something they liked to talk about.

***

Quinlan woke, and found Obi-Wan’s eyes already on him.  They were bright and blue and clear.  Alert.  Unafraid.

The sign of a good day.

He raised an eyebrow.  “How long ‘ve you been up?”

Obi-Wan smiled and traced the tattoo on his cheek.  “Not long.”

Quinlan could feel the steadiness of Obi-Wan’s fingers against his skin.  This wasn’t the feverish attempt to find what was familiar.  This was a request.  A hope.  A desire.   He felt himself start to grin.  “How d’you feel?”

“Good,” Obi-Wan said, and kissed him.  As if to prove it.  “I feel good.”

“Yeah?”  Obi-Wan nodded.  Quinlan pushed him into the mattress and crawled on top, pinning his wrists with ease.  Obi-Wan’s eyes blazed, and Quinlan breathed deep for the first time in a long time.  “Good.”

[leiawritesstories]

prompt idea: tog characters smoke the mirthroot from crescent city series

love your writing!

gonna pretend this didn’t make me have happy tears it's crossover time babyyyyy

word count: 1,479

warnings: this is what happens when i try to keep to canon...but there are multiple canons...oh and i’m also trying to be funny

enjoy!!

Here, Try This

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Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was the Queen of Terrasen. A fact in which she took great pride. 

And yet, even queens needed to let loose sometimes. 

She was still adjusting to the sights and sounds and constant stimuli on this new world--the colors she’d never before seen, the impossible technology (she still hadn’t processed that there were people in little glass boxes that you could wear on your wrist!), the weapons almost as deadly as Fae magic, the staggering height of the buildings, and of course, the food--but every day brought a new experience. 

Many of them led by Prince Ruhn Danaan, the Fae prince with more tattoos than her mate and a rather impressive amount of metal in his face. And Bryce, who’d become almost instant friends with Aelin when she introduced her to showers. 

Bryce had been the one to find Aelin, Rowan, Lysandra, Aedion, Fenrys, and Dorian sprawled on the street outside the strange crackling portal thing she called a Gate, Aelin’s experiment with returning to the place where she’d fallen through the worlds having landed all six of them here. In a city called Lunathion. One of the places she’d glimpsed on her headlong fall from the Lock. Bryce had approached them cautiously, warily eyeing the steel strapped to all of them, the blades practically bristling off Rowan in particular, and with her hands raised to show she meant no harm, she’d asked them where the fuck they were from. 

Aelin had been the first to recover from the shock of realizing she spoke the same language as this complete stranger. “Terrasen,” she replied. “Where the fuck are we?” 

Bryce bit back a sharp grin. “Welcome to Lunathion. Or Crescent City. My name’s Bryce Quinlan.” She let her keen golden eyes flick up and down the strangers’ outfits. “Have any of you ever heard of guns? Gods, if we all only had steel, many wars could have been prevented.” Oddly enough, her eyes went distant, misty, before flickering back to the present. “Actually, forget that. I really don’t think I want to introduce you to guns. Butterfly effect and all that.” 

“The what?” Aelin raised her brows. 

“You know, not introducing something from a future time into the past--” 

“Miss, we’re from a different world, not a different time.” As polite as she could, though her mind was whirling. “Well, time probably works differently, but still. I don’t think that applies.” 

“Hmm, okay.” Bryce motioned to the group. “Come with me. You’ve got to get out of those clothes before someone tries to steal them off your unconscious body.” 

“Let them try,” Fenrys smirked, twirling two knives in one palm. 

“Gods, you brought an idiot,” Bryce muttered. 

Aelin choked on a cackle. “I like you, Bryce.” 

“I think I like you too, Miss--” 

“Queen Aelin Whitethorn Galathynius,” Rowan interrupted, the territorial note in his voice not going unnoticed. 

“Call me Aelin.” She pinched her mate. Right in the ass. “I’ve got no fancy title here.” 

And oh, she was enjoying not having a title. 

Yes, people looked at her funny. But then again, who wouldn’t be curious when a stranger showed up? And eventually, most people just saw her as another Fae, saw the Terrasen Fae as just other immortals on the streets, no more different than any other Fae. Vendors didn’t care who passed by their stalls, they just tried to sell them overpriced shit. Bartenders--Dorian’s new favorite kind of people--didn’t care who was on the other side of their bar, just that they were paying for their drinks. 

And even better, if they were in the company of Bryce, Ruhn, or any of their friends, nobody at their favorite club batted an eye. 

Which was fucking wonderful, because how else would the Queen of Terrasen and most of her court, not to mention the King of Adarlan, be able to sample the club’s offerings? 

She’d discovered very quickly that Lunathion had an staggeringly massive selection of wine and beer and ale, as well as hard liquor of all kinds, in flavors she’d never even imagined. Bryce had very nicely introduced her to the concept of cocktails, a word that made Dorian giggle, which were apparently all the rage in this world. Just a few kinds of liquor and some carbonation and bam! Liquid courage! 

Certainly enough liquid courage for Dorian to settle himself at the bar and start flirting with the bartender. 

“What’s up, fuckers?” Ruhn crowed, sliding into the booth with them. 

Bryce smacked the back of her brother’s head. “How much mirthroot have you already smoked?” 

Ruhn tipped his head, considering. “Not much.” 

“Liar,” Bryce snorted. 

“He is.” Declan Emmet and Tristan Flynn, Ruhn’s roommates, appeared and somehow mashed themselves into the crowded booth. 

“Asshole stole my kitchen stash,” Flynn grumbled, throwing a vulgar gesture at the Fae prince. 

“Didn’t hide it very well, jackass,” Ruhn crooned, returning the gesture. 

“What the fuck is mirthroot?” Aelin broke in, intrigued. 

Aelin, no. Rowan’s hand tensed on her thigh. 

Don’t ruin my fun, buzzard. She sent a reassuring pulse down the bond. You’re here, Bryce is here, I’ll be fine. 

“Interested in trying some?” Ruhn asked, his bright blue-violet eyes trained on her. 

“First tell me what it is, I’m not ‘trying’ any foreign shit without knowing if it’ll be lethal.” 

“Ooh, a smart one.” Ruhn smirked, playful glee on his face. “Mirthroot is a mildly hallucinogenic drug that will simply elevate your spirits if you smoke a little of it.” 

“You’re a fucking liar, Danaan,” Declan snorted. “Mirthroot isn’t harmful in low doses, but if you let this bitch--” he slapped Ruhn’s shoulder--“give you some, he’ll give you enough to remember for a very, very long time.” 

“Dickwad,” Ruhn huffed. He fished a small plastic bag out of a pocket and offered it to Aelin, the contents powdery and faintly glowing in the black lighting of the club. “Here, try this.” 

Aelin raised a brow at Bryce. “Want to show me how?” 

“Of course. I won’t be the one to knock you out, unlike these jackasses.” Bryce smirked wickedly at her brother and his roommates, took the bag from Aelin, and tipped some of the powder out onto a thin sheet of paper, rolling it quickly into a cigar. “Light it, take a few puffs and pass it around, AG,” she instructed. 

“Quinlan, you didn’t give her a lighter--shit!” Ruhn exclaimed, goggling as Aelin casually ignited a flame at the tip of her finger and lit the mirthroot. 

“Who needs a lighter?” she smirked. Then she raised the mirthroot to her lips and took a puff, the another. And coughed. “Fuck, this is terrible!” 

Dorian, having returned half-swaying on his feet, plopped down atop the table and snatched the mirthroot from Aelin. “Lemme try!” he slurred, taking a few inhales. His eyes shot open, pupils dilating. “Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” 

Fenrys, never one to miss out, swiped the drug from Dorian and smoked some himself. “Gods above,” he moaned. “This is the shit!” 

“Aaaaand that’s where I cut you idiots off,” Bryce interjected, snatching the mirthroot. “Here you go, boys, try not to be discovered naked atop some building again.” 

“It was one time!” Declan and Tristan chorused, both flipping Bryce off but accepting the mirthroot nonetheless. 

“That’s what they keep saying,” Bryce snickered to Aelin, settling back into the booth. Beside her, her angel slung one arm casually around her shoulders, nestling her into his side. 

“They’re cute together,” Aelin slurred into Rowan’s ear, decidedly not in a whisper. He pressed his lips together, flashing a half-laughing, apologetic glance at Bryce and Hunt. 

“Mhmm,” he murmured. “And how else is that mirthroot affecting you, Fireheart?”

“Stop fussing,” she grunted. “I’m fine.” 

And dizzy, too. 

Shut up. 

He chuckled softly. Just don’t try to flirt your way into the bartender’s pants.

I’ll leave that to Dorian. Maybe he’ll actually get some--where. Somewhere. 

You are impossible, Fireheart. She could feel his groan. 

Love you too, buzzard! 

“All right, we’re going home,” Rowan announced, hefting Aelin into his arms. 

“Noooo!” she protested, making absolutely no attempt to wriggle free. “I wanna stay here!” 

"And you'll be passed out asleep within the hour," he sighed, rolling his eyes lovingly. "So would you rather sleep in a bed, or on a shitty bench in the club?"

"Bed sounds a lot better," she mumbled.

"I know." Rowan made his way out of the club, leaving behind Dorian and his high-on-Lunathion's-finest flirting, as well as Fenrys and his intoxicated dancing. And the way he was smirking at a dark-haired Fae across said dance floor.

"So how was the mirthroot, love?" he teased when they were back at the apartment.

"Why don't I show you?" she purred, sliding out of his arms and lowering her lashes in the way she knew drove him wild.

And show him she did indeed.

~~~

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[thirstyforcharacters]

Three Times Obi-Wan Didn’t Like You, and One Time He Did

Hi! So this is the first thing I’ve posted on here for over a year, and I’m excited to share it with you!! I haven’t seen the Obi-Wan Kenobi show yet (I know, I need to get Disney+ so I can enjoy it), but he is always on my mind, so here’s a fairly lengthy Obi-Wan Kenobi one-shot. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: angst (think post order 66), enemies to friends/almost lovers, fluff but make it sad

WC: almost 3.1k

ONE

It was the annual Padawan Fighting Tournament. Every year, just for fun, all of the current Padawans would fight each other in a bracket style tournament. All of the Jedi that were on the planet would come watch, both to see who would hopefully grow to become their newest Jedi Knights, but also to have a chance to place their responsibilities to the side and enjoy themselves. The Padawans loved it too; any chance they could get to show off to their peers, they would take. Obi-Wan had won last year, beating out Quinlan Vos for the top spot. He was confident that he would come out of top once more.

As he expected, he was one of the top two contenders. But the other one surprised him. It was you, Ki-Adi Mundi’s new Padawan, and from what he had heard from his peers, you were quite the force to be reckoned with. But he was still confident. You were brand new, and he had been last year’s winner.

Each year, a different Jedi did the announcing for the contest. This year was Master Windu’s turn. Qui-Gon and Ki-Adi Mundi were standing to the side, talking, though Obi-Wan couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Windu cleared his throat, making the room fall into silence as he announced, “Alright, Jedi, it’s time for the final round of the annual Padawan Fighting Tournament. Our first competitor is last year’s champion, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn!”

Obi-Wan walked into their practice fighting ring with a smile as cheers echoed across the room. Qui-Gon shot him a thumbs up from the side, which he returned.

“Our second competitor is vying for their first win, it’s (Y/n) (Y/l/n), Padawan of Ki-Adi Mundi!”

When Obi-Wan laid eyes on you, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. You entered the ring with a cocky swagger, a smug grin stretched across your lips and your lightsaber hooked onto your belt. Your hair, which was dyed green, was pulled back from your face so he could see the twinkle of mischief in your eyes. He saw you and Master Mundi make a gesture toward each other before you turned to him.

“Ready to lose, Kenobi?”

Oh, he already didn’t like you.

“In your dreams.”

“Ignite your sabers!” called Master Windu.

The blue light of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber reflected off of his face while purple reflected off of yours. Your smirk deepened as Obi-Wan glared at you, determination crossing his features.

“Begin!”

At the signal from Windu, you immediately threw yourself at him.

Rookie mistake, making the first attack.

As it turned out, it wasn’t a mistake. Though at first your technique wasn’t able to break through his masterful use of soresu, going first allowed you to have more time to learn each of his little quirks. How when one of his eyebrows quirked up, he would switch his lightsaber to that side of his body. How when he smirked slightly, he would go in for a feint before changing the direction of his attack. You smirked. Though it had taken you a bit longer than with your previous opponents, now you knew when you could could strike. Immediately, you launched into your own masterful control of the ataru style, doing flips, spins, and other acrobatic maneuvers to throw him off. With every eyebrow raise, you would switch sides before him, allowing you opportunities to attack. The speed with which you slashed your lightsaber took his by surprise, and Obi-Wan soon found himself struggling to keep up. With expert speed and agility, you successfully disarmed him, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber clattering to the ground just outside the reaches of the fighting ring.

“And we have a new champion, (Y/n) (Y/l/n)! Congratulations on your first win!” exclaimed Windu.

You stood up with a smirk, offering your hand to Obi-Wan to shake, “Good fight. Might want to work on your technique, though, soresu is no match for ataru.”

Obi-Wan frowned, his brow creasing as he responded, “No need to be so rude. You already won.”

“Bitter?”

He glowered, “I wouldn’t mind so much if you weren’t so cocky about it.”

But because the other Masters and Padawans were watching, he begrudgingly shook your hand.

Oh yeah, he definitely didn’t like you.

TWO

It was the very beginning of the Clone Wars. His hair was still long, and Anakin had only just passed his trials a few short days ago. Now, he was being sent out on a diplomatic mission to the planet of Aaleen to attempt to gain their loyalty. And he got to go along with his favorite Jedi Master.

“Oh, don’t look so excited to be paired up with me,” you chastised.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Oh, why wouldn’t I be excited to work with you?”

Yeah, your relationship hadn’t improved since that lightsaber fight.

“Come on, R4!” you shouted to your droid.

The little, green R4 unit sidled up to you, beeping happily. Obi-Wan smiled a little bit at the droid’s appearance. Though he didn’t like you, R4-P42 and R4-P17 worked together well. When their droids joined you, you each hopped into your Delta 7 starfighters, yours the same shade of green as your droid.

“See you there, Kenobi. Bet I’ll make it first,” you taunted before embarking from the landing pad.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes before following suit.

When he finally landed on the desert surface of Aaleen, you were already there, climbing out of your starfighter.

“Too slow!” you shouted.

“Does everything have to be a game with you?” he yelled back, climbing out of his own starfighter.

“Only with you. You’re just too easy to rile up,” you countered.

“Whatever,” he muttered, gesturing for his droid to stay with the ship.

The two of you walked for an hour until you reached a town, but there was no one there.

“It’s like a ghost town,” Obi-Wan said in a hushed voice.

“You don’t think the Aleena have already been taken by the Separatists, do you?” you asked softly.

“Perhaps they have,” he mused, “but we will have to do a bit more investigating to find out.”

As if on cue, two destroyers rolled up to them and started blasting. You could hear the marching of metallic feet approaching you from the other direction. Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber and began deflecting blaster shots from the droidekas and turned to you hoping you would do the same.

But you weren’t there.

A type of rage that only boiled over when he worked with you bubbled up inside of him. Of course you left. He had no idea where you had gone, all he knew is that he was now alone. The droids closed in on him from the other side as he did his best to stay standing. But Obi-Wan was shot down by pure numbers. The blaster shot to his leg made him fall to the ground in pain.

But all he could feel was anger.

He knew it wasn’t right, as a Jedi. But he couldn’t help himself when you had left.

“You’re under arrest, Jedi!” one of the battle droids cried as they all pointed their blasters at him.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak when he heard an “I don’t think so” from beside them.

There you stood, along with all of the Aleena that were held prisoner by the droids.

“You’re gonna regret ever stepping foot on this planet, Separatists,” you growled before launching yourselves into the droids.

The Aleena were also enthusiastic about helping, climbing onto battle droids and ripping them apart as you slashed through them with your lightsaber, casting a purple glow onto your enemies. With the help of the Aleena, it didn’t take long before all of the battle droids were destroyed.

“Thank you for the help,” you spoke.

Though you knew the Aleena didn’t understand you, you stick out your hand to their leader, which he took and shook with a wide-mouthed smile. The Aleena returned to their homes, leaving you and Obi-Wan in the middle of the road.

You leaned down over Obi-Wan, waving your hand over his blaster wound and healing it with the power of the Force. Immediately, he got to his feet, glaring at you.

“You left me alone with an entire company of droids?!”

“I went to go find the citizens and save them! You were a good distraction for the droids!!”

“You let me get injured!!”

“I just healed you!! A thank you would be nice!”

“I’m not thanking you for an injury that I got because of you!!”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Ungrateful. That’s what you are.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Insufferable. That’s what you are.”

Thankfully, the negotiations with the Aleena were short, and soon you and Obi-Wan were allowed to part. Until the next time you were unfortunately paired together.

THREE

“Leave it to you to get us stuck in this situation!”

“Leave it to you to blame me for everything!”

Obi-Wan shook his head, looking at the chains the two of you were clasped in, “You were the one flying us when we got caught in that tractor beam!!”

“How was I supposed to know that Grievous would catch us in a tractor beam? I was a bit too busy trying to shake all of the kriffing vulture droids that were trying to shoot us out of the sky!!” you argued, tugging on your bonds.

“It would’ve been better for us to get shot out of the sky than end up in in Grievous’ clutches,” he stated.

“Well I’m sorry for trying to keep us alive then,” you snapped.

You and Obi-Wan had been sent on another diplomatic mission together. While the mission itself was a success, and you managed to keep the planet you had visited on the side of the Republic, Grievous’ troops had found your ship on your way back to Coruscant and successfully captured you.

The bonds you two were in were connected. Obi-Wan had been in these particular ones before, except the previous time it had been with Anakin and Count Dooku. This time, he was stuck with you. He wasn’t sure who was worse: you or Dooku. Yeah, he really didn’t like you

“Well it’s done now,” he muttered, “now why don’t we try to find a way out of here?”

“I was just getting there, Kenobi. If you had let me talk instead of chastising me, I could’ve told you my plan.”

“Which is?”

“I have already alerted the 38th about our capture via a hidden tracker in my cloaks. Me and my men all have one on us that we only turn on when we have been taken by the enemy. It has saved my troopers more than once. Since they know you are with me, they will bring the 212th with them. Once we hear them arrive, we can break out of the cell since his troops didn’t have the foresight to chain us with restraints meant for Force-sensitives, and meet up with them somewhere on the ship. I’d say we should break out now, but there are too many droids crawling in this place for us to make it out safely. Then we can locate our ship and lightsabers and escape,” you explained.

He nodded, “For once, I actually agree with your plan. Don’t expect it to happen again.”

“I’m flattered, Kenobi,” you said sarcastically.

The two of you sat in silence after that, waiting around for your troops to get there.

Until you decided to break the silence.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

Obi-Wan was taken aback, “What?”

“Since the moment we met, you hated me. But I’ve never really known why,” you explained.

“Well, first of all, I don’t hate you. I merely strongly dislike you,” that earned a snort from you, “second, I dislike you because when we first met, you beat me in a fight and immediately gained a superiority complex. I’m fine with losing in a fight, but if you’re cocky about your victory, that’s what I’ve got a problem with. And you’ve treated me the same way ever since.”

You nod, processing his words, “I see.”

“Why don’t you like me then?” he asked you.

“Similar reasons, to be completely honest. Ever since I beat you in that fight, you’ve been doing everything in your power to prove that you’re better than me every time we’re paired together for something. You dismiss my ideas, and even if they go right, you always find something to complain about. And quite honestly, though I know it’s not the Jedi way, it pisses me off.”

Obi-Wan chuckled at your last statement, “I understand. I often get angry at you as well, even though I know I’m not supposed to.”

You think for a second, and then respond, “Well, now that we know what upsets each other, maybe we could try to work on it?”

He raised a brow, “You want to try not disliking each other for once?”

“Yeah. It would save our sanity, and I’m sure the council wouldn’t complain.”

“Alright. Then I suppose we could give it a try.”

Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

FOUR

Obi-Wan was lonely.

Though his hut on Tatooine was small, it felt far too big when he was alone.

It left him far too much space for his thoughts.

He felt empty. Everything he knew and loved was gone. The Jedi Order was vanquished. The galaxy was in complete ruin. And he felt like it was his fault for allowing his former Padawan and brother to fall to the Dark Side. He had failed him.

Obi-Wan hadn’t seen another Jedi in years. The only one he knew had survived Order 66 was Yoda. To his knowledge, everyone else was gone. He wasn’t allowed to see Luke, as the Lars made it very clear they didn’t want him anywhere near the boy. He barely interacted with anyone anymore, keeping to himself as to avoid detection from the Empire.

It was another day of this lonely existence. He worked at his job for meager pay, interacting with customers as little as he could, and then headed home for a small meal.

But his cabinets were bare.

Obi-Wan curses under his breath. He hated making any additional trips into town. It was more of a chance he could be recognized. But he had to eat.

He arrived in town and went to one of the small food stands to purchase a few things to at least get him by for the day. He’d go shopping for more substantial food tomorrow after work. As he paid for his things, he happened to look around and noticed something odd.

It was a person wearing a thick gray cloak. There were all kinds of suspicious characters on Tatooine, so that wasn’t what made him freeze.

It was the familiar green tinge of the person’s hair, and when they turned around, Obi-Wan was met with a face he hadn’t seen in years.

You.

He felt like he could cry. When the two of you had agreed to try and get along, you had ended up becoming good friends. But he hadn’t known what had happened to you after Order 66.

And here you were, right in front of him.

You were just as shocked as him. Though the auburn of his hair was beginning to get taken over by gray, the brilliant blue of his eyes was unmistakable. When the two of you locked eyes in the crowd, Obi-Wan gestured to you to come with him. After he finished buying his food, he walked back to the rickety speeder he had bought to get around on this godforsaken planet. You met him there, knowing that you should go with him. It was too dangerous to talk to him out in the open. He helped you clamber onto the speeder and drove you back to his small home.

As soon as you got off of the vehicle, you flung your arms around him, desperate for some form of human contact from your many years of isolation. Obi-Wan was surprised, but wrapped his arms around you in return, needing the contact just as much as you.

“What are you doing here?” he asked you.

“The Empire found me in my old hiding spot on Endor and I had to run. I came here because I thought no one else would be here. But I’m glad you are, Obi-Wan. I haven’t seen anyone from the Order in years,” you explained, “how did you end up here?”

“I went into hiding on Tatooine in order to watch over Luke, Anakin’s son. Though his family hasn’t exactly taken kindly to me, so I can only watch from a distance. Anyway, please come inside. You must be tired from your journey.”

“Tired doesn’t even begin to explain it.”

Obi-Wan understood the weight your voice carried. It was frustration, loneliness, fear, and sadness. All of the things he was also feeling. He shared the food with you he had bought earlier that day, though you had tried to refuse.

“You bought this for yourself, Obi-Wan, I couldn’t possibly take it from you.”

“Please eat, (Y/n). I’m just happy to have someone to share with.”

You smiled sadly, giving in at his words. You understood the loneliness that came with isolation. So you ate together and caught up on the many years that had gone by since you had been apart.

It had become sunset before you knew it. While you watched the twin suns sink low in the sky, Obi-Wan studied you. Your silhouette was highlighted by the low light, but he could still see all of your features. The wrinkles that had begun to form on your face, the grays starting to appear in your still bright green hair, your battle scarred hands that gripped your chair.

“Why are you looking at me?”

He smiled, “I suppose I’m just still surprised that you’re here. And happy. Quite happy.”

You smiled back, “Me too, Obi-Wan. Me too.”

He moved his chair beside yours, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned onto his shoulder, your smile growing slightly wider as his lips brushed against your forehead. You hoped he’d let you stick around for a little while. If he willed it, you’d like to stick around for the rest of your life.

[gffa]

Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. 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He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. 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[phoenixyfriend]

Uncle Ben and Little Luke

AKA we combine several types of time travel for maximum Soft Chaos, let’s go

EDIT NOW THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS UP: jfc this ended up much angstier than initially intended uhhhhhhhhhh sorry

So a common enough thing I’ve seen in time travel fics is characters getting de-aged when tossed back physically, to neither the age they should be in that time, nor the age they were from the time they left, but whatever is most convenient. This is usually de-aging OT Obi-Wan into his TCW self, for reasons relating to, chiefly, removing the damage of Tatooine absolutely destroying his body alongside PTSD-driven alcoholism, but also because fic writers are horny, and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit.

So, here’s how it plays out:

We take Luke and Ben from some point in the OT. There are a variety of options depending on how angsty we want it to be. My first instinct is ‘right after Owen and Beru die’ but I want to have that sweet angst where Luke knows that his dad is Vader and that Obi-Wan was trying to convince him to kill his own father without telling him that.

We’ll go with shortly after Bespin, and then they end up significantly before TPM. The Obi-Wan of the timeline proper is, eh, let’s say eighteen. Not really ready to be a knight, but old enough that we don’t have to worry about “if we go save Shmi, do we somehow wipe out Anakin?” which is absolutely a worry. Anakin is a toddler, and is in no place to be evil, on account of being literally two years old. He can’t even explode people with his brain yet.

Now, Ben finds himself mid-thirties, as is traditional. He’s not upset at this, because his joints hurt so much less than they used to! His knees aren’t exactly teenage-perfect, but by the Force are they better than they were in the years before he died! His hair has color! He doesn’t have arthritis! And, goodness, no physical withdrawal symptoms! The psychological aspect is still there, but nonetheless, he’s in much better shape than he last remembers being.

Luke looks like he’s about six. He was recently twenty-two. This is not an upgrade. Ben keeps having to carry him. He can’t see over the counter when they enter a bar for information. He can’t enter the bar in the first place. He’s very annoyed by all of this.

Ben is not annoyed. Ben is having a lot of emotions, actually, but annoyance isn’t one of them. He didn’t get to help raise Luke the way he might have if Anakin hadn’t lost his shit, okay, he sees a small Luke and he wants to hug him and cry.

Luke would like to be able to purchase a speeder part without the lady at the stall asking him if he needs his “dad’s” permission.

Once they figure out when and where they are, they need to decide where and how to leave. There are general shenanigans to gamble their way into enough money to hire a ship. They are in the ass end of nowhere, but definitely not Tatooine. There appears to be a jungle. There appears to be a significant variety of man-eating creatures. There appears to be a temple to the Force of questionable origin. None of this is actually helpful, except for the moment they find a “baby’s first lightsaber” in the temple.

Luke only has one hand and, being a six-year-old, his body is growing too fast for him to bother with getting a wired-in prosthesis the way he could as an adult. He can get a more basic prosthesis, but nothing that attaches to the neurons. He’ll outgrow it too fast.

He’s tiny and he’s not used to doing things with just one hand. He uses the Force to do what one hand can't, and every time someone tries to tell him he's misusing the Force he whaps them with the empty sleeve.

So, you know, they find out what year it is. Ben has a breakdown. Luke is upset that he left behind his friends. Ben admits to him that Leia was his twin. Luke stares in horror because dude, she kissed him, you couldn’t have mentioned this earlier???

Ben points out that Beru and Owen were keeping Luke away from him for nineteen years, and then they had about three days of awkward travel to find Leia in the first place, and then Ben died. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to figure out how to tell him.

(This sparks an argument that lasts several days. All onlookers assume that Ben’s son is throwing a tantrum. He doesn’t correct them, even though this is a very valid reason to be upset, because the truth is much harder to explain.)

Sooooo they travel. Mostly, Ben plays Sabacc, cleans house, and pays their way towards Coruscant. Luke still really wants to learn to be a Proper Jedi, even though Ben is pretty sure that Luke would have... a lot of difference of opinion with the Temple, but sure. Coruscant. They can at least stop by, and see Qui-Gon, and Mace, and Quinlan, and Bant, and everyone else that’s still alive and not tragically deceased in the horror following the start of the Clone Wars and then the birth of the Empire, and Ben can have a nice sob over all his dead friends being alive again.

Ben is only barely holding it together while Luke is in the room with him at any given point. But it’s fine! It’s fine. He’s fine. All of his loved ones have come back to life! It’s great! HE’S FINE.

He is not fine.

Luke is also grieving all the people who haven’t been born yet, but he’s... significantly more okay than Ben is.

The closer they get to the Core, the more often people just assume Ben is Luke’s father, and then look shocked and uncomfortable when Luke flatly calls him by his name, and they just... compromise. This is the point at which Luke starts calling him “Uncle Ben.”

Ben cries in his bunk later that night. Luke overhears it and wonders how the HELL Ben is more unstable now, when there’s a chance to fix things and no Vader or Empire trying to kill or capture both of them, and all his friends are alive.

(Luke will later learn a lot about PTSD and realize this is actually a fairly normal situation, to process significant events and emotions only after gaining safety or catharsis.)

(Twenty years on a ball of sand with an alcohol addiction and debilitating fear of the man you raised as your own brother is not, in fact, safe or cathartic.)

At any rate, they’ve settled into that pattern by the time they reach the Inner Rim. The Inner Rim is the part of the galaxy at which they’ve collected enough money (and mental stability) to travel a little better, and to take a few more risks.

Risks like “manipulate people with those baby blues.”

Ben tells Luke that he’s a menace, after he pouts so cutely that he gets a free scarf added on to a purchase that Ben makes. Luke responds that Ben has no room to talk, since he flirted a free breakfast out of that one inn owner.

Also, Luke is currently physically six. That is objectively a situation that sucks. He deserves to use it for all it’s worth if he’s stuck like this.

“You know, if you keep wearing all-black and looking longingly at the velvet cape and Space Chanel boots, the temple is going to worry that you’re a darksider.”

“Uncle Ben... you told me, yesterday, that I sparkle so brightly in the Force that it’s almost blinding.”

“Yes, but the gloves--”

They don’t agree on this, but Ben relents. He does actually understand good fashion, unfortunately, and he’s not unaware of how much Leia taught Luke about such things.

Luke’s about forty years ahead of the curve, of course, but Skywalkers are prone to such things. It’s usually in regards to technology, granted, but...

They get to Coruscant. Ben is very obviously a Jedi. He knows all the right words and walks like a Soresu master and feels warm and comforting in the Force. They let him in with minimal questions. They note down “my first padawan left the order to have a child, but died shortly after; I consider Luke here to be my nephew, and have raised him as such,” and move on.

Luke is vaguely annoyed because he already had an uncle (and aunt) that raised him, but he admits that a person can have more than one uncle. He can live with this. Ben was more family to Anakin than Owen was, in some ways, so it’s kind of true. Luke is even working on feeling more childish affection for Ben instead of the complicated mess of emotions that come from being lied to about some very large and important subjects, and then seeing the person saying those lies have regular emotional breakdowns due to something as small as Luke saying he likes the curve of the hull on that freighter.

(Apparently he sounds just like his father did as a child. This is almost heartwarming.)

The thing is! The thing. The thing is, they almost make it to the Halls of Healing to get looked over for weird viruses, or Outer Rim Parasites, or whatever the hells needs to be happening. They almost make it without Ben having a flashback to dead younglings or brainwashed troopers or the declaration of a Sith Empire. They almost make it without incident.

Then Ben sees Qui-Gon, and freezes, and does not move again.

Luke cannot get him to restart.

People are staring.

They haven’t even made it to Medical, Uncle Ben, come on.

Young, local Obi-Wan comes over and asks if there’s something he can do to help. Or maybe this “Ben” knows Qui-Gon? Master Jinn doesn’t recognize Ben, but maybe Luke knows more?

Luke does know more, but what Luke actually says is “he probably needs a mind healer.”

(Ben will not appreciate this.)

(Ben is unfortunately standing in the middle of the hallway and completely unresponsive, and is unable to argue with this assertion.)

(Ben is pretty much proving this assertion entirely correct, actually.)

Obi-Wan is helpful, if a little bitchy in the manner of most late-teens individuals, and offers to help get Uncle Ben down to the Halls of Healing. It involves Obi-Wan gently pushing on Ben’s shoulders, and Qui-Gon offering to carry Luke so he can be in Ben’s sights (because Ben is a Mystery, and Qui-Gon is quite fond of those, so he wants to stay involved). Ben kind of just... shuffles on down.

There are medical tests. They ask about how Luke lost his hand. He refuses to talk about it. They ask how Ben got all his scars. Luke says he doesn’t know. They ask if he knows why Ben looks like he’s been through a war. Luke says it’s because he probably was.

They check for foreign viruses. They find evidence of thus-far-unpatented vaccinations. They ask Luke if he knows what he’s vaccinated for.

“How would I know? I’m six.”

They agree that this is a good excuse.

(It is not. He’s lying. They do not know this.)

They do some more tests. They find a lot of questionable medical bullshit in Ben’s body. Most of this is from the clone wars, but they don’t know this. Someone realizes they haven’t gotten a ping back from the Shadow Network regarding “do we have permission to pull the medical file of a Jedi that isn’t in the normal database? We’re assuming you know who he is, since we don’t.”

The Shadow Network does not know who Ben is.

The healers, of course, go “huh, that’s weird, but maybe the name he gave his nephew was fake. We can’t exactly ask ‘Ben’ for more details right now. We already had to sedate him. Let’s check the DNA!”

The DNA pulls up as Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The padawan who brought this guy in two hours ago.

“Huh, that’s weird. Let’s call in Kenobi and ask if he knows what’s going on.”

Obi-Wan absolutely does not know what’s going on.

They ask Luke.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he says, lying through his teeth and not even pretending otherwise.

“You’re not a very good liar,” teenage Obi-Wan tells him.

“I’m not trying to be,” Luke says. “Can you get Master Yoda? I feel like we’re going to need him.”

They normally wouldn’t get Yoda on the request of a six-year-old, but they also normally don’t have a catatonic thirty-something Jedi who looks like he’s been through a war popping up in the medical database as the pimply teenage padawan that broke his pinky trying to do a Badass Ataru Flip last week.

Or... whatever Luke i... is... oh dear.

“Young one,” Qui-Gon asks, while people whisper-shout behind him, not realizing he’s cutting the Correlian Knot and just asking the kid himself. “Do you know why your midichlorian count is so high? It’s almost unheard of.”

“Uncle Ben said my dad was the Chosen One,” Luke says, because he is capable of being a little shit and is actually really eager to let Ben deal with some of the fallout. He feels for the man, really, but he’s also tired of being the one to field every single question.

Also, the expressions that pass on Qui-Gon’s face are hilarious.

(Luke may or may not be more affected by his six-year-old brain than he would like to admit.)

“Thank you,” Qui-Gon says, sounding more than a little strangled about it.

It takes another three hours for Ben to wake up.

He listens to the questions. He hears what they say his ‘nephew’ said. He looks at Luke.

“Is this revenge for not telling you about Leia?”

“It’s not revenge,” Luke does not lie. “I just don’t know how to explain it.”

“It’s pretty easy to explain.”

“It’s not my secret.”

“This is revenge for the Leia thing.”

“No,” Luke says. “Revenge for the Leia thing was when I ate a live frog in front of you.”

This is the point at which someone interrupts and points out that they appear to be stalling.

“Oh, he is,” Luke tells them. He gestures at Ben. “I can’t tell you more, because it’s more his story than mine.”

“I’m afraid, Master, that I am very likely to have an emotional breakdown if I allow myself to consider the reality of this situation for longer than the fraction of a second I already have,” Ben reports, full of false cheer. “Suffice to say, I am far from stable and have only held out this far for Luke’s sake.”

“Can you explain why you have my DNA?” Obi-Wan asks, as the person who’s most concerningly involved in this situation.

“You can,” Ben says, smiling like there is absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest, ever. “I’m you, from the future. I actually died and spent a few years dead before coming back. I’m not sure why I’m younger than I was when I died, but I appreciate being able to put on my shoes without my knees attempting to mutiny.”

“He needs a mind healer,” Luke reiterates, in case the strained grin hasn’t made it clear. “So do I, but not as much.”

“I have felt literally every person in this Temple save for Luke and Yoda die,” Ben reports, looking a shade more manic than a few seconds earlier. “It’s very overwhelming to feel you all being alive again. I may be approaching a mental breakdown, and I’ve been rather strictly advised against using alcohol to treat my traumas again.”

Luke kicks him in the thigh. It’s not a very hard kick, because he is very small, and he does actually like Ben. “I’m not letting you turn into an old drunk again.”

After several seconds of silence, a healer quietly suggests that everyone clear the room, and asks if someone could fetch Master Yoda as the youngling requested.

(THIS IS ALMOST THREE THOUSAND WORDS. I started it less than two hours ago. Why am I like this.)

[tennessoui]

18 obikin!! Amnesia fics are super fun 🍆

18. One of them wakes up with amnesia (Option A because two people sent in this prompt number and I liked both ideas I saw for it enough to not want to pick) this involves an Obi-Wan that got deaged as well as lost his memories so he's Phantom Menace Obi-Wan. no i will not be explaining. hand wavey drabble fic writing.

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The man has not stopped staring, but something in his intense gaze makes Obi-Wan feel safe. Almost. Well. On edge, yes, but. Protected. He has the strange feeling that he’d rather be under this man’s stare than anywhere else in the entire galaxy.

But he knows he’s never seen this man before in his life, the same way that he knows he’s twenty-five and that Qui-Gon Jinn is his Master, that he’s a Jedi knight-in-training, that he hates teas with mint leaves in them, that he’ll never say no to a drink with Quinlan, that--well.

He supposes none of that stuff could be true anymore. Vokra Che, who’s a grown and certified healer master now, had told him what had happened. An older version of himself had touched something he wasn’t supposed to. The closest translation they could find to the runes on the object was that it would transform the user back to their most balanced state. Obi-Wan’s had, apparently, been at the age of twenty-five. He hadn’t recognized the name Anakin Skywalker. He had never been to Naboo.

He throws the rest of his drink back and waves to the bartender to pour him another. He’d gone straight here from the Halls of Healing. He’d had a shadow the entire way, but the man has yet to try to talk to him at all. It’s infuriating.

His Padawan braid swings into his field of vision for a second. He tosses it over his shoulder. He’d been told. Qui-Gon had died. Obi-Wan wants to not think about it at all.

There’s a brush of a Force presence that’s both familiar and completely foreign next to him. The man has finally moved to his side. Obi-Wan’s jaw ticks at his continued reticence, the way he’s observing him but not talking to him. It just simply won’t do, but Obi-Wan isn’t feeling his kindest. He doesn’t want whatever this man is offering him with his silent, dour stares and his suffocating Force signature that keeps trying to tangle itself with Obi-Wan’s own. It’s rude is what it is.

He waves down the bartender and orders a drink for the man. “If you got mint, put it in,” he tells the woman who raises an eyebrow but shrugs, one pair of her arms busy with the drink. When she gives it to him he slides it to the man next to him without even looking at him.

“What--” the man asks. “I don’t--”

“You do tonight,” Obi-Wan says bracingly, throwing back half of his own drink. “We’ve both just lost our Masters, haven’t we?”

The man beside him flinches as if Obi-Wan had skewered him with his lightsaber.

“You are him, aren’t you?” Obi-Wan lolls his head to the side to look at the man threw half-closed eyes. “My padawan.”

“Anakin,” the man says so quietly it’s almost lost to the noise of the bar. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, yeah.”

Obi-Wan takes a drink reflexively, humming in disbelief. “You don’t look like it,” he says consideringly. At Anakin’s confused look, he elaborates. “You don’t look like you could have ever been a Padawan.”

The man pulls himself up, face darkening at the perceived slight. It’s almost too easy to rile him up, but now that he has, Obi-Wan finds he has no interest in fighting this man. Quite the opposite, really. That’s...something. He can’t tell if that emotion comes from him now or the older version of him.

Either way, Obi-Wan has no desire to stand in the way of whatever storm this Anakin is building up in his head, so he turns to face him completely and pushes both hands into his blond hair, raking down the scalp gently before collecting the strands into a poor imitation of the Padawan ponytail. “That’s better, I suppose. The hair threw me off.” He lets go slowly, making sure to tug at one of the strands at the last second.

Anakin has a very strange look on his face, but he’s definitely not angry anymore. He’s even shielding much more tightly now. Obi-Wan smirks into his glass as he takes a sip. He definitely remembers that trick.

“Do you know who cut it?” he asks, catching sight of the end of his braid again. The drinks are going to his head much more quickly than he had intended. Must be all the trauma his body has gone through in the past few days. “My braid.”

“I.” Anakin stutters, caught off guard. “You did.”

Obi-Wan feels like laughing but also a bit like crying. There’s a terrifying emotion rearing its head in his chest. It threatens to swallow him whole. “Well, I suppose I never liked to stand on ceremony.”

“You cut your braid in the fresher and then called me in and braided mine,” Anakin says distantly, as if caught up in the memory. “You wouldn’t let me hold it. I thought you were so mean. But I understood at my Knighting Ceremony. It was a part of me in my hand, a...starmap of all the places I’d been and the things I’d learned during my training. And there was only one person I wanted to give it to in the whole galaxy.”

“Did you?” He asks, taking a sip to hide how important the question is, how devastating the answer could be.

“Well. Yeah. But I guess I don’t know if you kept it,” Anakin cuts his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s and runs his fingers up the long stem of his drink.

Obi-Wan chokes on a laugh. “He definitely did.”

The other man’s face settles into a frown. “You don’t know that. You’re not him.”

“I’m enough of him. I’ve got--some feelings. In my head. Impressions.”

“Of me?”

“Of how he felt about you.”

Anakin’s eyes widen and then narrow with a sudden intensity that makes Obi-Wan want to shiver. It’s like being in the eye of a storm. His hold on the delicate glass in his hand becomes dangerously tight as he leans forward into Obi-Wan’s space, as if he can’t get close enough to him.

“What do you feel when you look at me?” he asks almost breathlessly. Obi-Wan blinks, trying to figure out if he’s being seduced or not. It’s sort of working. It’s all that focus, directly on him. Obi-Wan wouldn’t mind if that’s how the night ended. But sleeping with his former padawan who he can’t remember right now doesn’t seem like the best decision he could make.

But Anakin had liked it when Obi-Wan tugged at his hair. He’d arched closer to him. And now, the distance between them has been eaten away until they’re almost pressed chest to shoulder.

“Safe,” he decides to say, even though the word feels too small. “Sad,” which is mostly true but also an oversimplification. It’s a sort of nostalgia mixed with sadness, mixed with acceptance and resignation. “Warm,” because even after being denied entry to Obi-Wan’s mind, Anakin’s force presence has curled around Obi-Wan’s like some sort of krayt dragon, content to wait and guard and treasure. He leans forward, just until his mouth brushes against the skin of Anakin’s ear. “Coveted.”

Anakin definitely shifts at that, and when Obi-Wan pulls back enough to see his face, his pupils are blown wide.

Swallowing a grin, Obi-Wan swallows the rest of his drink in one go. “Drink up,” he tells Anakin in his most demanding tone, reaching into his pockets to pull out his older self’s credits to settle the tab. “I want to go.”

Anakin obeys immediately, making a face at the taste.

They’re out in the street within a few minutes, Anakin smacking his lips as if still trying to rid himself of the flavor. “I just don’t know why you had to order me that,” he complains, falling into step on Obi-Wan’s right.

Obi-Wan pauses and leans against the very unsanitary wall of the building, spreading his legs wide enough so that Anakin can come in between them. The man doesn’t seem to notice anything different, just steps a bit closer as a crowd of loud party-goers makes their way past them.

“I wanted to see if I liked mint,” Obi-Wan shrugs, raising his hand to rest on the skin of Anakin’s neck. He can feel the way his pulse is beating incredibly fast.

“Why would my drink help you with--”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. He commends his older self for being able to teach this idiot anything, even though he seems to have skipped over important lessons like Recognizing When You’re Being Flirted With.

Before Anakin can finish the thought, Obi-Wan twists his other hand in Anakin’s robes and pulls him forward until their lips are a hair’s breadth apart. “May I kiss you?” he asks because it’s only polite to.

Anakin’s eyes widen and then fall shut as he gives a little nod, finally stepping forward until their bodies are pressed completely together.

At least someone, although he doubts it was the older Obi-Wan, taught Anakin how to kiss. Obi-Wan’s toes curl in his boots as Anakin takes control of the action, moving his hands so one’s pressing against the wall behind them and one’s running up his scalp. Obi-Wan takes his time licking into Anakin’s mouth, allowing Anakin to explore him in return. One of them moans, which seems like as good a time as any to break the kiss.

“Well?” Anakin pants, diving in to place a short kiss onto Obi-Wan’s lips. “What do you think?”

The short answer is that Obi-Wan isn’t. He noses back towards Anakin’s mouth hopefully, sliding his hand down from his neck to rest on his hip.

“About mint,” Anakin elaborates when Obi-Wan doesn’t respond immediately.

“Inconclusive. Need more data,” Obi-Wan tries to kiss him but Anakin’s smiling too hard.

“Then next time you can get the awful drink, and you can get me the Alderaan Sunset,” Anakin is complaining, but he’s laughing too and that’s nice. Obi-Wan thinks that making Anakin Skywalker laugh is one of the best feelings in the galaxy, and he thinks his older self would agree, if the warmth sparking up in his very soul means anything at all.

[hxdrostorm]

@retrocognizantrecreant has sent: Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive. Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive 

Confessions! [THIS IS LATE]

Mwah: Three people I’d like to kiss.

“Let me think about that for a moment...”

“Dogma is the first one that comes to mind.” @trooperlads “Serum also has such a kissable face...” @starfaithed “And I suppose Quinlan is in this list as well, aren’t you glad about that?”

Similar: Three members of the same sex I find attractive.

“For a CT, Dogma is looking pretty good. Coruscant has only done wonders to him and his looks. The front lines can ruin one’s appearance, pretty badly you know?”

“It’d be a crime, if I didn’t bring up Palpatine here. He is our Supreme Chancellor after all. I could go on about all the things he has showed me. All of that luxury...”

“The template (Jango Fett) is gone, he is dead for good. Good riddance... And yet, I came close to thinking that he was hot... More than once... A handful of times, even.” - @starfaithed​

Different: Three members of the opposite sex I find attractive

“General Secura is pretty cute huh? Ah, but I should watch out. I wouldn’t want to get into a fight with her little lapdog, Bly. I guess he is lucky in that regard.”

“Senators can be such a pain to deal with, and most of them aren’t even that interesting or good looking, to make matters more bearable. Senator Chuchi is pretty cute, huh? Even though, she is good friends with...”

“Senator Amidala. Every time she opens that pretty mouth to speak, I cover my ears in order to spare myself. She is in every clone’s browser history search, if you catch my drift. I have no respct for anyone that opposes the Supreme Chancellor, but at least she tries to compensate that with her looks.” - @peacefaithed

[crispyjenkins]

Secretly married obiwan x quinlan

(thank you all so much for your patience on this one! still figuring out my routine around my family and who i am as a person, but prompts are back to sunday and monday uploads!

i guess i just like the idea of quinlan and obi-wan gettin’ hitched really young? it certainly sounds like smth quinlan would do. HOWEVER can you just imagine them not getting into a relationship until the clone wars? (ノ*´◡`) maybe they’ve been dancing around it since they were padawans and finally decide to just say fuck it like anidala. 

that is not this story.)

  The greatest injustice of it all is that Quinlan and Master Tholme had just left the Temple when the council had sent him and Qui-Gon to Melida/Daan, just as Quinlan had not been there when Obi-Wan had been sent to the Agricorp. Quinlan had almost strangled him for that, when he’d shown back up from Bandomeer trailing behind his new master, and, honestly, Obi-Wan hadn’t blamed him.

  When the contingent of Jedi and their padawans arrive in the capital city of Zehava to help negotiate with Neild and the Young, Quinlan hugs him instead. 

  And Obi-Wan hasn’t eaten properly in weeks, he’s been sleeping in the sewers, and Cerasi’s blood is still caked under his fingernails, and Quinlan nearly knocks him over with the force of their collision. He wraps Obi-Wan up so tight it almost feels like they’d never even left the créche — he’s always felt more like home than the Temple, anyways.

  “Let’s not do that again,” Quinlan says, surprisingly in control of his voice for how wrecked he’d sounded after Bandomeer.

  With shaking hands, Obi-Wan hugs him back, twisting his fingers into the back of Quinlan’s robes until he can’t feel them anymore. “I’ll say goodbye properly, next time,” he promises hoarsely, feeling Master Qui-Gon prod at his mind in concern before Master Tholme leads him away. 

  Quinlan makes a distressed noise and hugs him tighter. “Or you could stop kriffing almost getting killed every mission, yeah? I swear by the Maker that if Master Yoda has to sit me down one more time to ‘break the news’ to me that you've gone awol, I’m going to throw you into a sarlacc.”

  Obi-Wan does suppose it’s a little unfair to do this to his friends nearly every time he leaves the Temple, but with a galaxy so big and so full of need, he knows he can’t promise that. 

  So he presses his forehead into Quinlan’s collarbone, releasing his hands just long enough to tuck himself into Quinlan’s robes instead, and nods against him anyways. “You’d have to find a sarlacc first, Quin,” he says, like making a joke of it will excuse that he’d almost gone and left Quinlan alone again. 

  “Don’t worry, I’ll just stick you on a desert planet, and with your luck, the sarlacc will find you.”

-

  The greatest injustice of it all is that Obi-Wan knows before Qui-Gon even opens his mouth what he’s going to say. No one ever looks at someone like that with good news.

  They excuse him from his last lesson so he can find a private meditation room to process, but Obi-Wan goes to Master Tholme’s apartment instead. He leaves the bedroom doors closed, the quartermaster will send someone to sort through their belongings later, and he settles on Quinlan’s meditation stool in the main room. He knows Quinlan has more belongings than is typically appropriate of a Jedi, but Tholme keeps the living spaces clean and bare, neutral colours blurring together until the white walls stare back at Obi-Wan in accusation.

  He should have known he wouldn’t be able to meditate, anyways.

  After Qui-Gon goes to bed, leaving Obi-Wan with murmured words of assurance and a ruffle of his hair, Obi-Wan slips out of their quarters in his darkest robes. He meets Luminara and Bant in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, and they know it’s impossible that their little escapade has gone completely unnoticed, but no one stops them from winding through the different fountains until they reach the one modeled to resemble a spring on Kiffu. None of them had ever been to Quinlan’s home planet, but Obi-Wan had come here often with him even in their créche days, and dropping to sit in the yellow dirt doesn’t hurt as much as he thought it would.

  Luminara sets a simple clay incense burner on the edge of the fountain wall, lighting it as Bant lays out a small offering plate with Quinlan’s favourite sweetcake; they don’t make Obi-Wan help as they go about fixing an altar with little bits from all their cultures, the water-filled quiet between them heavier so heavy it reminds him of those nights on Melida/Daan.

  “Did—” Obi-Wan swallows even though his mouth is dry. “Did you all do this for me, before?”

  His friends exchange a look before nodding. “Both times,” Bant says softly, lighting the last candle before joining him on the ground and for once not worrying about laying out a blanket first. 

  “Quinlan almost didn’t come to the second one,” Luminara admits, standing over the altar with her eyes closed as she breathes in the incense. 

  Obi-Wan simply nods, because that does sound like Quinlan, and he feels horrid all over again for making Quinlan go through this, twice. Inhaling a sigh, Obi-Wan finds the holodisk hidden away in his robes and sets it next to the incense. 

  None of them can bear to turn it on.

-

  The greatest injustice of it all is that, for some reason, Master Tholme did not contact the Temple before hitching a ride back from the moon where the unhappy locals had bombed their ship. And Obi-Wan knows Master Tholme didn’t tell the council they were in fact alive, because then the council would have told Obi-Wan.

  He feels it the moment their ship docks, Quinlan’s presence flooding his mind until his fingers tingle with it, and he shoots to his feet.

  The class of senior padawans stare at him in surprise, and Master Prweex stops mid-lecture, chirping in concer. “Is everything alright, Padawan Kenobi?”

  Breath caught somewhere in his throat, Obi-Wan doesn’t answer, and instead scrambles from the classroom, opening the door with the Force before he can slam into it. 

  Despite popular superstition, Jedi cannot teleport, but Obi-Wan honestly couldn’t say how he made it from the lesson halls to one of the main hangars, where a small group of Jedi masters stand next to a shamble of a ship that spews smoke from several panels. And, there, Master Tholme looking ragged and tired, robes still stained from the explosion and with a cast on his right arm, but Obi-Wan’s eyes snap immediately to the padawan on his side.

  Quinlan is a little worse for wear, and his braids hang around his shoulders instead of pulled up, not that Obi-Wan cares as he sprints the last few yards and launches himself at his friend. The masters step cleanly out of the way, likely having sensed his approach from a few hallways away, but Quinlan clearly hadn’t, yelping as he stumbles to catch him. It isn’t until then that Obi-Wan can accept that, yes, he had mourned him, but for some reason the Force had decided “not yet”.

  “Obes?” Quinlan asks softly when Obi-Wan doesn’t pull his head away from his chest. 

  “Hmm,” Master Rancisis chuckles, the sound edged in saddness. “Perhaps Kenobi needs a moment, Padawan Vos; it has been a long few weeks in your absence.” 

  And Obi-Wan is more than content to stay there the rest of the day, even though Quinlan smells like he hasn’t bathed in a week – and he probably hadn’t. Quinlan still hugs him back and bleeds worry into the Force, as Master Tholme gently runs a hand over the back of Obi-Wan’s head and sighs.

  “I know what Melida/Daan did to my padawan, so I can imagine what you’ve been through the last few weeks.” When Obi-Wan still doesn’t pull away, he continues, “You know, now that I think about it, during their clan wars the Stewjoni had a special marriage rite, when one thought dead returned to them.”

  “Master?” Quinlan asks in confusion, but Obi-Wan grips his robes tighter. He does remember Master Nu mentioning something...

  Master Tholme laughs, only a little rough, and steps away to join the other masters who have started slowly making their way from the hangar. “I suppose I thought it funny, padawan,” he says, “that, if I recall the ceremony correctly, you’re both halfway there already. You will meet me in the Halls of Healing when you’re ready? I’d like to get the cut of yours looked at.”

  “Of course, master. Gimme a few minutes.”

  “Of course, padawan.”

  Tholme sometimes did that, dropped little bits of trivia any time something jogged his memory, and he didn’t often mean anything by it; even with this in mind, Obi-Wan can’t help but hope.

  Quinlan waits until the masters’ footsteps recede, before gently tugging on Obi-Wan’s nerftail until he looks up. “I’ve got an idea,” he says with a roguish grin, and Obi-Wan is young and stupid and scared, and knows exactly what he’s planning.

-

  “You ready?”

  “This is probably illegal, Quinlan.”

  “Not according to Master Nu, it isn’t.”

  “Well, I’m probably going to Stewjoni hell anyways, I guess.”

  “Before we do this, I need you to promise me something, Obi-Wan.”

  “...”

  “We can’t let this get in the way, we can’t... We’re almost knights, Obi, we’ve worked too hard to lose that now. We’ll always have to come second to the Order, you understand that, right?”

  “Quinlan Vos, are you backing out on me? This was your idea.”

  “And you agreed! Stop laughing, I’m serious.”

  “I know you are, Quin. I’m somehow more ready now than I was ten minutes ago.”

  “Good. Because you know I would follow you anywhere.”

  “And I would follow you into this.”

  “Good. Now shut up and light the candle.”

-

  It’s Kit that brings Obi-Wan the datapad with all the forms for his induction onto the council, along with advice and a smile that makes Obi-Wan think maybe accepting the position had not been a mistake.

  Unlike either his master or his own padawan, Obi-Wan is efficient with his paperwork, he knows the quicker he gets it done, the more time he can spend not doing paperwork, just as he knows that to be thorough the first time is to avoid having to do it a second.

  Only one question on the forms gives him pause:

  Is the inductee married in any culture(s)’s customs, accidental or not?

  Well, it had been fifteen years since Quinlan had knotted a scrap of his own robes around Obi-Wan’s wrist, as Obi-Wan had done the same, and the Jedi Order is not made of fools, so he checkmarks the Yes box and adds Stewjoni below it, because he can’t imagine that at least the masters haven’t noticed by now.

(He would come to find that, no, they had not.)

-

i got a little carried away with this one, and didn’t entirely follow the prompt oops

[themusicplayedherlife]

to love is the greatest gift

2. the dinner

pairing: obi wan kenobi x f!reader (past!din djarin x reader | past!obi wan kenobi x satine kryze) characters: f!reader, anakin amidala-skywalker, padmé amidala-skywalker, mentiones of din djarin, obi wan kenobi, others word count: 3.6k+ warnings: angst, fluff, death, longing, some arguing, slow burn summary: au! It has never been the right timing for you and Obi Wan, but maybe this time will be different. a/n: thank you so much for all the love in the previous chapter! i was so overwhelmed that i was a little nervous posting this part ;w; i really hope you guys enjoy this story! and do let me know what you think of the current formatting. is the switch from past to present jarring? or is it okay?

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Then.

The heat that Summer brought to Coruscant was different than Tatooine’s, less harsh and dry, and more of a kiss of warmth on your skin. Mother did say that Tatooine was always more temperamental, quick to heat up; while Coruscant could be a little tepid sometimes, but always a lot of fun. 

That was probably the only nice thing about Coruscant. Everything else about the city—like their streets—were too confusing.

Following the directions on your phone, you pulled the straps of your backpack tighter with your unoccupied hand, eyebrows furrowed as you tried to read the map on your phone. Was this truly the place you were meant to meet your guide? 

You looked up at the quaint house in front of you, quite a ways away from downtown and more in the suburbs. It looked like a cottage, like the ones in home magazines your mother liked collecting or the ones in Naboo or Stewjon. Could a high schooler, even one able to attend a prestigious private school, be able to afford such a home?

Did the headmistress confuse the address? Seemed possible. The woman seemed to be much more interested in the absolutes of rules and manners than actually helping you find your guide. Maybe you should have accepted your mother’s offer to accompany you. Or maybe convinced your parents to let you come with Anakin, you were sure Shmi wouldn't have minded.

You stood on your tiptoes, trying to take a peak over the white fence covered in a fuchsia flower—bougainvillea, if you remembered correctly. When that didn’t work, you stuffed your phone into your pocket and with hands holding onto your backpack straps to not jostle your belongings around too much, you began to jump.

There was a sound, like the sound of metal clinking and wood screeching, and the gate opened to a boy? man? (too young to own a house and maybe a few years older than you). He stepped out, blue eyes stopping on your curious form and greeting you with an amused, “Hello, there.”

You knew he had seen you jumping, there was no way he wouldn’t be looking at you the way he was if he hadn’t—embarrassing.

“Hello,” you greeted him back, timid and quickly setting your feet flat on the ground.

“May I help you?” he asked you, his Coruscanti accent thicker than the ones that greeted you at the terminal, much more charming too. It reminds you of all the actors you’ve seen on screen, speaking clearly and with nuance—never faltering. “You seem to be quite lost.”

“Oh, yes, I’m looking for someone,” you found yourself saying, tone turning formal and stiff. He removed his flat cap to push wisps of auburn hair away from his eyes, nodding for you to continue when you paused. “Padmé Amidala, is her name. She’s supposed to be my guide?”

At the mention of Padmé, the kind stranger sighed, hands falling to his hip. “Ah, now I understand why she came over. Did father know?” he murmured under his breath, looking back at the house with a raised brow. “Give me a moment and I’ll fetch her for you.”

You nodded quietly, watching him turn back inside, but not even two steps in, he stopped and turned back around, flashing you an almost sheepish, but albeit charming smile. 

“Pardon, that was a bit rude of me. Would you like to come in and wait for her in the garden?”

You mulled it over—following a stranger into their home was always something you had been advised against since you were a child. It would be completely unwise, wouldn’t it? But he seemed too kind, eyes too innocent and earnest to hurt you. And so, against your usual better judgement, you nodded. “If it’s no trouble?”

“None at all,” he assured you, opening the gate wider, “please come in. I’m Obi Wan, an old friend of Padme’s.”

You gave him your name and he smiled at you, wide and completely beautiful. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Now.

You were only a girl back when you first met, immature and blossoming and he was a young man, all roses and maturity—too much like his father (and yet nothing like him)—it was never going to be the right time for you.

Even now, standing before you—him with his tidy, combed auburn hair, white, stupid shirt that is freshly pressed, and brown slacks and dress shoes that are anything but casual—you feel like that girl all over again. 

“It has been a long time, Obi Wan.” Obi Wan. Obi. Obi. It’s been so long since you’ve said his name aloud that it feels so foreign on your tongue now. “I—I didn’t know you were visiting.”

His eyebrows furrow, deep, cerulean pools gliding away to the white door only a few steps away. His nostrils flare with a breath and turns his gaze back to you, opening his mouth to say something—he doesn’t get the chance. 

“There you are! You said—oh,” It’s Padmé. Beautiful, sweet Padmé looking as lost and confused to see Obi Wan just at the entrance of her driveway, with you. “Obi Wan?”

“Hello, old friend.” His head is slanted towards her now, a soft smile on his face. “It has been some time.” 

Friend. There’s always been that distinction between you and her in his words and actions. She was and is friend or little sister, and you were and have not always been darling—that always something, but never just nothing. 

“Yes, it has,” she says, unable to change her expression, and you don’t blame her. You still can’t believe it either.

Did Anakin know?

“Honey, where is—“

Of course Anakin knows, how could he not know? Look at his stupid face peeking over Padmé’s shoulder like the kriffing embecile he is! Those wide blue eyes don’t fool you, not one bit!

Dinner is quiet for the most part. 

The twins are unsure of the newcomer, even though Padmé and Anakin keep reassuring them that he’s a friend, their godfather (something they are aware of thanks to the pictures of the six of you sitting on the mantle of their fireplace). The twins were only a year old when he returned the first time and around three years old when he left the second time. They have no attachment to the man sitting at the head of the table. 

They absolutely refuse to sit next to him—Obi Wan smiles, but there’s a flash of pain in his eyes at hearing their quiet reluctance and rejection to get to know him—and so, you and Anakin take the seat closest to him and across from one another. Leia by his side and Luke by yours. Padmé takes the other head, smiling placidly, but her brown eyes waver when they meet yours every time.

Utensils scrape against ceramic, Obi Wan occasionally asking questions—how have you been? how’s work? how’s school? did Mr. Ford finally move? Quinlan still touring? Mr. Windu still teaching at the school?

It’s Anakin that mostly answers for all of you, trying to keep dinner as lively as it usually is, but with the kids eating silently by your side and not falling for their dad’s bait, it falls flat.

This dinner was supposed to be full of discussion—who will be joining us? will I need to buy more bread? did the know Qui Gon? does it matter? coffee for how many people, again? But you can’t bring any of them up in fear of how Obi Wan would react, and quite honestly, you think it might be because you don’t know how to react to his presence, yet.

Your heart squeezes in your chest every time you glance at him and find him looking back at you, a longing to reach out and take him into your arms edging ever so slightly forward every time. But there’s also a part of you that wants to keep him at a distance, to not give him the ability to hurt you when he inevitably leaves again. And that latter part of you is probably the reason why you blurt a question you should’ve kept to yourself.

“Why are you back?” Anakin trails off, his voice lowering when yours suddenly cuts through his. Obi Wan’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open slightly and you realize your question comes off more accusatory than you meant it to sound. “I—I mean, it’s just so sudden and—“

“I know,” Obi Wan interrupts, soft; understanding. “I wasn’t sure I should come back,” he admits, remorse floating around his words (whether for having felt that way or because he knows it’ll hurt you, you don’t know) and you quickly face forward, meeting Anakin’s hurt eyes that most likely mirror yours, “but the firm has offered me a promotion and Anakin managed to convince me to test it out.”

You release a shuddering sigh, you had a feeling he knew.

Now it’s Anakin’s turn to quickly look away from you (you can’t help but wonder if he saw the hint of betrayal beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach), only to be trapped by his lovely wife’s. Once more, he breaks contact and stares down at the plate in front of him instead.

“I’m sorry,” Obi Wan starts after a brief tense silence, “if I had known you weren’t aware I wouldn’t have—“

“We’re glad you’re back, Obi Wan,” Padmé interjects, a soft, lovely smile on her face—always so good with people, “for however long you wish to stay.” Although you know she means it, there’s still some hesitation in her words as her gaze flickers between you and him.

“Yes,” you find yourself saying, somehow managing to keep your voice leveled through it, “we’re glad you’re back.” And just like Padme, you know you mean it too, even if there’s a hint of hesitation in the way your eyes won’t meet Obi Wan’s gaze as you say it, focusing instead on the bridge of his nose.

You think he knows it too with the way his hands resting on the table roll inward, an uncomfortable veil beginning to fester as he keeps quiet, eyes drooping and the corner of his lips pulling down.

“Auntie,” Leia whispers, breaking the tension, from across the table and you hum, turning to face her with a wavering smile, “may I please have your piece of roast if you’re not going to eat it? It’s getting cold.”

You blink, and you’re sure everyone else is just as surprised as you are by her words—it’s such a little Leia thing to say, but at this moment? None of you were expecting it, and so, when you erupt into laughter, the room does too, the shock wearing off.

Leia looks around at the adults and she and Luke share a look before shrugging. She murmurs about roasts and perfectly good meat, and you shake your head as your laughter begins to die down.

“You can have it, honey.”

“Sweet!” Her eyes brighten and she grins, immediately digging into the piece of roast you’ve set on her plate.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Anakin whispers into the quiet space between you; the two of you staring out into the living room from the kitchen, leaning back onto the island.

It doesn’t surprise you that Obi Wan somehow manages to get the twins to warm up to him—Leia on his right and Luke on his left, the scrapbook you gifted them last year filled with Polaroid pictures of constellations opened on Obi Wan’s lap. He’s always been particularly good with kids, a trait he must’ve inherited from Gui Gon, who had an immense patience for teaching little ones how to play the piano and guitar.

Padmé sits with them too, keeping their attention away from you and Anakin and the inevitable arguing that might occur.

“This is Cetus!” you hear Luke point out.

“It’s our favorite ‘cause it’s a sea monster!” Leia informs him giddily, leaning forward to trace the stars to form the shape. “And this is And—Andromeda! It’s our Auntie’s favorite.”

“Is that right? It happens to be my favorite too.” Obi Wan glances over his shoulder, his eyes meeting yours for a split second—and you refuse to unravel the mess of emotions swirling in your stomach from that simple glance—before returning his attention back to the eager children, voice lilting. “Which one is this one?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” You cup your cheek, the other holding your elbow to keep it perched—but it does matter. It very much matters that Anakin knew and kept it from you, blindsiding you completely. If you had known—if you had known you wouldn’t have come. You could’ve mentally prepared yourself for his reappearance in your lives. But instead you got punched in the gut. “He’s here now.” 

“I wanted to tell you,” he rushes to admit. “But I—when he told me he would visit—try out that new job, I didn’t think he actually would.” Anakin crosses his arms over his chest, eyes downcast and focused on his crossed ankles. “He’s done this before, you know?”

Your head snaps in his direction—this is the first you’ve ever heard about it.

“Once after your 21st birthday and another after Din and you broke up.” Anakin lets out a frustrated sigh and the hand that had been cupping your cheeks curls into a tight fist. “I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t tell you. But he always called the night before to say he couldn’t make it. Some surprise, huh?”

“Anakin…” 

“I thought—I don’t know what I thought, to be honest.” He laughed self-deprecatingly and you squeeze his forearm. “I just hoped he would. I’m sorry”

“I’ll get over it, Ani,” you promise him, soft, the hurt and betrayal you felt dissipating like wisps of smoke. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.” He tries to smile at you, but fails. “I’m glad he’s back, really, I meant it when I said it… but—“

“It hurts,” he finishes for you, sympathy and understanding laced in those two words.

“Always.”

“Do you know which one is this one Uncl’Obi?” Leia asks.

“Mama, knows it,” Luke follows.

“Does she? Care to give me a hint?”

“That'd be cheating.” Padmé laughs.

“No cheaters here,” Leia agrees, nodding her head with each word.

“Oh, fine. Let’s see…” Obi Wan chuckles, his hand coming up to his chin to rub the growing stubble, exaggerating his thinking. “Is it… a Bantha?” The kids giggle and shake their heads. “No? Hm. Then… is it… ah! I know—Pegasus?”

“Yes!”

You fight back a smile, pressing your lips together as the twins begin to tell him the story of Pegasus, not telling it correctly, but Obi Wan is enraptured by their animated story telling nonetheless. 

“We have to tell him,” Anakin whispers, breaking the silence, and while he doesn’t reference who has to know and what they have to know, you know exactly what he’s insinuating and you don’t agree.

“No.”

He exasperates your name, hands falling to his side as he fully turns to you. “He deserves—“

“I said no, Anakin,” you spit, breath coming out harshly. His blue eyes widen and they flash with hurt. You close your eyes, steadying your breath and calming your racing heart—cursing yourself. “He doesn’t need to know,” you repeat, softer this time. “He’s not going to stay long enough for it and even if he were, he’ll want nothing to do with it.”

“You do know best.” Anakin’s eyes have always been much more expressive than yours or Padmé’s or even Obi Wan’s—always giving away how he truly feels even though his mouth and the words that come out of it say otherwise.

“That’s—Anakin. That’s not fair. Remember last time we tried telling him when—“

“Satine had just passed away,” Anakin iterates, eyes softening when your eyes begin to well up—you swallow harshly. “It was still so fresh in his mind that he couldn’t think of honoring—“ He sighs, stopping himself from saying Qui Gon’s name. “Maybe now will be different.”

His eyes, as soft as they are, challenge you, refusing to crumble under your glare, they’re asking you to give in, to please, tell him. You shouldn’t give in, for your sake and Obi Wan’s, but the longer he looks at you with those eyes of his, you let out a reluctant sigh. “Okay.” You move away from the kitchen’s island and head towards the archway leading to the living room. “But you tell him. I have to get going.”

“I can do that.” You look back at him and find him smiling at you, thankful and relieved. You return it, albeit weakly, but he appreciates the effort. “We’ll talk about preparations another day, okay?”

You’ll probably have to talk about more than preparations later, but you don’t tell him that; instead, you nod and exit the kitchen.

Padmé, noticing your return, turns to you and studies you carefully. “Everything okay?”

Obi Wan also turns to look at you—the children’s current story falling on deaf ears—but you keep your gaze on Padmé.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you assure her, “but I have to head out.”

The twins hear that and immediately a chorus of “aww” and “why, Auntie?”, “can’t you stay?”, “sleepover!” begin to take over—their words wrestling over one another to be heard and you laugh, crouching down and opening your arms wide for them to run into. They do without hesitation, practically climbing over Obi Wan and Padmé to do so.

“I’m sorry, my little stars, I have to get up early for work tomorrow.” Pulling away from their little arms, you hold your pinkies out for them. “Next time I come over, we’ll have a movie night. Deal?”

“Deal!” They readily agree, hooking their pinkies with yours.

“And you’ll bring Uncle Din and Baby?” Luke whispers, low enough for only you and Leia to hear.

“Promise,” you whisper back.

Shaking their pinkies one last time, you stand up and begin your goodbyes, hugging Padmé tightly.

“Call me when you get home safely, okay?” she says, warmth in her words. 

“I will.” You linger in her arms longer than necessary, your heart beating in your chest harshly and rapidly, hesitant and afraid of saying goodbye to Obi Wan. But you finally pull away, you can’t be rude and leave him hanging. 

“May I… walk you to your car?” Obi Wan asks you, blue eyes wavering ever so slight my when you meet his gaze head on. 

A part of you wants to say no, but an even bigger part of you—the part that completely and utterly missed him—convinces you to agree. “I’d appreciate it.”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrow as he hands you your jacket and purse, and you smile at him, telling him it’s all right. It’s really not, you’d rather be able to breath for a moment and then think about Obi Wan later, but it’s too late now.

Obi Wan says something to the family of four as you slip on your jacket—“I’ll be back,” you assume. He grabs his own jacket from the coat rack and zips himself up, following after you as you walk out into the evening’s cold air.

“Did you park very far?” he asks you and you shake your head, walking down the stone path Anakin and Padmé installed earlier this year.

“Just down there.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

It’s a quiet walk, not an uncomfortable one, but you can’t say it’s comfortable either—it just is? Like many things just are. Will it always be like this now?

You hope not, because this quietness is not you and Obi Wan.

“This is it.” You step to the side of the driver, pressing the unlock button once and open the door. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my dear.” Obi Wan moves to close the door for you, but you don’t move to sit and he just stands there in front of you, holding your door. “I wish you a Goodnight and—and I’m glad I got to see you.”

Goodbye, Obi Wan. The words catch in your throat, your mouth parted, waiting for the words to escape, but you can’t bring yourself to say goodbye—what if this is the last time I see you, again?

“Darling?”

Your eyes find his even in the low lighting of the street—blue eyes shining brighter than the celestial sea. There are permanent lines around his eyes now—little crow feet that weren’t there last time he stood in front of you—and you reach for them with shaky hands and he closes his eyes when your thumb runs over them—gentle and tender, caressing.

He delicately hold your wrists, his thumbs running over your pulse, soothing and all too caring—thump. thUMP. THUmp. steady. familiar. alive.

It’s too much. It’s too much that you can’t help the welling of tears or the way your throat croaks when you call his name. 

Blue eyes re-emerge, red rimmed and devastating and it takes you only a second—a second of bright stars and flashing satellites, and airplanes landing—for you to collide against each other—faces hiding in hair and shoulder—wet words murmured over each other and tangling in vines so deep like the flowers that once grew on a beautiful white fence—hands wrapped tightly around each other.

“I’m so sorry, darling. I’m so sorry.” “I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you so much.” “Please don’t let go.” “I will never let you go. Never again.”

You stare up at the house, well kept and pristine. The roses, however, are dying, their season soon to be over. But even in their last moments, they cling to their own beauty just for a little while longer.

“Resilient little things,” Qui Gon used to say. “Just like the heart. We tend to forget it’s a delicate thing, prone to hurting and breaking—even wilting, but much stronger than we give it credit.”

With the lingering warmth of Obi Wan’s arms and words encasing you, you turn back around and get in your car, driving away from the place that has been your home for the last few years.

Hopefully, Din will take you in for the night.

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[cafffine]

hello! i love your work and was wondering how you outline your stories? the carbon cycle and saltcoats are some of my fav fics i’ve read and i can’t imagine the amount of planning possible for those stories, my brian simply can’t comprehend ❤️

Thank you so much!! 💗💗 and I'd be happy to answer your question, but I'll put it under a readmore cause I'm never concise 🙃

Okay straight to the chase:

I'm gonna use Saltcoats and Down to My Knees (aka DTMK aka the Barriss Fic) as examples because they have very different outlines, but both styles work well for me.

First off, DTMK was not plot heavy, there were very few characters, and most of the work I needed to do as a writer was set mood and work with complex imagery and character beats. Therefore, the outline was very loose and primarily focused on where Barriss was, what her emotions were like for each scene, and barely went into dialogue if at all. Here's an example of some of the first chapter with important details highlighted:

I structured and paced out my plot, got my motifs and metaphors straight, and made sure that I always knew what it was Barriss wanted, and how she was feeling.

So, when it came time to work with that outline, I just went through and built scenes and moments of dialogue that delivered the plot in a cohesive way while always having a reference to keep that ever important mood constant. It's a pretty fast and painless way to outline a story, and I'd always suggest matching setting to mood as early as the outline regardless of the story.

Now on a completely different note! Saltcoats is VERY plot heavy, juggles a huge cast, relies on dialogue over imagery/prose to build character profiles, and leaves me with the job of 1) Delivering a massive amount of action without getting readers confused or overwhelmed, and 2) Creating intrigue and memorability around each character and their different interactions.

So to outline a headache like this, I start with a basic chapter outline where I simply decided what each of my scenes will be. I'm gonna use chapter 5 'Not Yet Enjoyed' as an example because it was a busy one (Carbon Cycle outline also looked like this):

That's a pretty good place to start, and tbh, for the smaller scenes like most flashbacks, that's as far as I go. However, for big crazy scenes like the Quinlan entrance that bleeds into the ballroom scene, I break it down ever further into smaller scene beats, dialogue snippits, Cody's emotions, and most importantly: Where is each character, what are they doing, please don't lose a character oh god. Here's what that looks like: (keep in mind, I only did this for this scene and the Rex and Cody barn stuff, this level of detail is NOT needed for every little moment)

As you can see, way way different from the DTMK outline. I have to just trust that I have Cody's voice and the setting down and focus on all the moving parts of a seven person scene. There's also notes about what other characters are thinking so that when I need to write their dialogue I have a starting point. It's basically just me trying to master a huge plot and doing my best to break it down into manageable pieces.

So I guess in conclusion, know what your job is as a writer (Plot and character management? Clarity in mood and theme? World-building? historical accuracy?) and build an outline that makes that job as easy as possible.

Hope this answered your question, and if there's anything that was confusing just let me know I'd be happy to clarify!

[gffa]

You asked for this! I've got timeline specific questions because I'm struggling either because I can't do math or because it's sw maybe both. Anyway. If Obi-Wan was born in 50 BBY then what is his birthdate called in times of tcw when BBY didn't exist yet? What's the calender before BBY called but also what's Obi-Wans birthdate!! I've been losing my mind over this and I'm actually so frustrated. Help lumi 🥺

*HAND SHOOTS UP*  I CAN HELP WITH THIS. BUT FIRST THE LINER NOTES: - This is sourced to only one reference book, BUT it was an in-canon reference book, meaning it was written as a text that exists within the GFFA, not as an omniscient Doylist reference book. - It’s never specifically said this is the dating system used, but in lieu of having literally nothing else, I actually love it. - Everyone is perfectly free to ignore this niche content and do whatever works best for your fic!!! So, Star Wars: Scum and Villainy: Case Files on the Galaxy's Most Notorious had several pages on the prequels:

This system of numbers is called the C.R.C. in the book! We don’t know what that stands for (probably something like Centralized Republic Calendar or Common Republic Calendar maybe?) and we’re doing a lot of guesswork, but those numbers line up exactly with the BBY dates used out-of-universe. Using the BBY/ABY system, we know: - Attack of the Clones takes place in 22 BBY (Padme’s assassination attempt) - Nack Movers died in 21 BBY - Rogue One takes place in 0 BBY - A New Hope takes place in 0 BBY / ABY (destruction of the Death Star, Leia’s arrest warrant), the film was also released in 1977 in our world - Empire Strikes Back takes place in 3 ABY (Han Solo frozen in carbonite) Now compare these to the dates we have for some of these (mostly) known events in Scum and Villainy with what we know of the BBY/ABY events: - 7951.131.6 is a Quinlan Vos security image (26 BBY) - 7955.314.3 is a security image of a Coco Town Eatery (Dex’s Diner) (22 BBY) - 7955.422.1 is Padme’s assassination attempt (22 BBY) - 7956.101.2 is Nack Movers’ death from TCW s02e11 Lightsaber Lost - 7656.103.1 is when Boba Fett was first imprisoned by the Judiciary from TCW s02e22 Lethal Trackdown (21 ABY) - 7956.123.2 is the Moogan tea from TCW s03e05 Corruption on Mandalore - 7956.901.3 is “Rako Hardeen’s” arrest from TCW s04e15-s04e18 (20 BBY) - 7956.881.4 is Moralo Eval’s intake holo/arrest (21 BBY) - 7956.919.5 is Han Solo’s arrest warrant (21 BBY) - 7957.101.4 is Bail Organa and Mon Mothma security image (20 BBY) - 7957.338.1 is a Hondo Ohnaka security image (20 BBY) - 7957.910.3 is a Senate District Law Enforcement Recruitment Poster (20 BBY) - 7957.203.3 is the Jedi Temple bombing from TCW s05e17 (19 BBY) - 7973.121.0 is the date on Ketsu Onyo’s bounty hunter profile (4 BBY) - 7976.994.5 is Jyn Erso’s arrest warrant, which was set before Rogue One (1 BBY) - 7977.331.3 is Leia’s arrest warrant which happened after the events of ANH (0 BBY / 0 ABY) - 7977.934.1 is Aphra’s wanted file (0 BBY / 0 ABY) - 7980.421.2 is Han being sealed in carbonite, which happened during ESB (3 ABY) - 8009.332.1 is a patrol of New Republic guards (32 ABY) So, I’m cribbing from myself from this post if you want a longer, more detailed version of the different calendars used in the GFFA (and what they change to once the Empire takes over, then once the New Republic takes over) as well as @glompcat has a lot of excellent posts on their Scum and Villainy tag. But the basic gist of it seems to be that the Republic during the PT (again, in lieu of anything else that has ever touched on this!) would be to say it took place in the ‘50s or ‘950s CRC. So, if someone asked, “When were you born?”, Obi-Wan would answer with, “I was born in ‘18.” or “I was born in 7918.” (Or “‘918″, maybe?  Go with what feels natural.) since he was born in 57 BBY. (At least according to the trading cards, I think?  But 57 sounds about right for how old he was when he died.) Some helpful numbers to give you a scope of things: - Obi-Wan was born in 7918 CRC - Anakin and Grogu were born in 7936 CRC - The Phantom Menace takes place in 7945 CRC - Attack of the Clones takes place/The Clone Wars starts in 7955 CRC - Revenge of the Sith takes place in 7958 CRC - The war in TCW lasts from 7955 CRC to 7958 CRC