#(i should really make an obi-wan tag. alas)

[margindoodles2407]

Oathbreaker (Tumblr Version)

@seeking-elsewhither

Summary:

All of the words I have swallowed, All of the sharp things I've kept in my mouth- I am always bleeding out -The Crane Wives, "Take Me to War"

Obi-Wan Kenobi is a man of half-truths, hyperboles, and broken promises.

You have made so many promises in your life. 

You remember the first promise you ever made, you can call it to your mind like you can call your azure blade to your hand. You are seven years old, and you promise your crechemaster that you’ll go to bed at bedtime instead of sitting awake and giggling with Bant into the wee hours of the morning.

The next promise you make, you are fourteen and you are promising in front of the whole Council that you will serve and obey the tall man who has taken you as his apprentice. You can’t tell if it’s his hands or the promise itself that weighs heavy on your shoulders.

The third promise is made to yourself at sixteen, when you swear that you won’t fall hopelessly in love with the stately blonde girl who grates on your nerves and can see right through you as if you were one of her people’s famous glassworks. The fourth is made to her, when your oath to yourself falls flat on its face.

The fifth promise you make, you are eighteen years old, and you hold the man who has been like your father in your arms as he dies. Your apprenticeship was rocky, and the two of you butted heads more than you’d care to admit, but as he grows cold and the light fades from his eyes you feel like a youngling again, alone and afraid in the vast, dark galaxy. You weep.

The sixth promise is made only a few days later, to the boy with sandy hair and sun-kissed skin and eyes that can cut right through you, see you down to your bones, the boy that your master knew would change the world. You promise him, with tear tracks still wet on your pale cheeks, that you’ll train him, you’ll protect him and help him and be his friend. His brother.

The seventh promise is to the woman who was once a girl, once a queen and now a senator, when you say you’ll track down the man endangering her life. When that promise leads you to a planet that shouldn’t exist, an army forged in the darkest chasms of space and the oceans, and a thousand men all with the same face, you wonder- not for the first time- if your promises are dangerous.

You make so many promises during the war that you lose count. You make promises to the Council, to your men, your friends and your family and even to your enemies. You swear up and down, oath after oath after oath—

And in the end, your promises all crumble like the rocks beneath your brave mount’s feet, as your once-loyal Commander orders his men to fire on you. They are cut down like your dearest Jedi family in the Temple.

They burn, like the boy you raised and befriended and bickered with and loved, the man whose hair was always grainy with the sand he despised and whose skin remained sun-kissed and tanned like a little boy’s even as it became littered with scars and wrinkled with stress, whose eyes, which had always been dark blue, could always see right through your sarcasm and your needling to your worries and your pain and always, always, knew exactly what to say to make you laugh despite yourself– and now those eyes are a sick, burning yellow, and you can’t bear to look but you can’t break eye contact, because despite it all you love him still.

You don’t make any more promises for a long time. Everyone you’ve ever made a promise to has died, in horrible, terrible ways. Your promises are dangerous. This is something you have come to know.

Then one day, a little girl tumbles into your life as her parents did so many years before, a little girl who looks just like her mother but has her father’s soul, and you almost- almost- make a promise to her. She heals you in all the ways you never knew you needed healing, and you want to. But your promises are dangerous. So instead, you give her an assurance. A perhaps, if someday she ever needs help from a tired old man.

Someday, she does.

And that someday brings another, a boy who doesn’t quite tumble into your life the way his parents and sister did, a boy with his mother’s bleeding heart and fierce determination and a boy who is so much like his father that it almost hurts. You promise nothing to the boy. Your promises are dangerous.

But- unexpectedly- he makes promises to you.

And then you die. You’re cut down by the man who was your brother, and the boy and the girl can do nothing but watch, and cry, and go on to wage a war against the man they do not know is their father.

But you are not gone. Death is nothing but the gateway to eternal life. You remain, and you continue to watch over the boy, the boy who promised to you, and for the first time since his father fell, you make a promise.

The Force will be with you. Always.

[sky-kenobye]

⛵️ Five Fandoms, Five Ships ⛵

Get to know the blogger, via five different ships from five different fandoms!

Thanks for the tag @underacalicosky !!

Putting it under the cut because this is LONG, sorry.

I love them your honor. Doesn't even have to be romantic, I just want to see them being obsessed about each other. I'm also a pretty big obianidala fan, hence why I added her too. (I'm a multishipper really. I have my otp but there's a lot of ships that I enjoy)

1. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker(/Padmé Amidala) (Star Wars)

When I first watched star wars (not that long ago, I only watched it because I wanted to see the sequels in theater lmao) I wasn't a big fan of the prequels so I mostly ignored them, but then a couple years ago I randomly rewatched them in the middle of the night and suddenly I was obsessed. I'm not even sure how I ended up on AO3 (did I go look for obikin? Did I stumble on it? Idk) but eventually I started reading Pining in Preschool, then realised that @palfriendpatine66 was on tumblr, I started interacting with more people around here, and now I'm (slowly) writing fics, and I'm having the time of my life here, so thanks Pal!

I don't think any if my past fandom brainrots reached my current level so I'm pretty sure I'm here for the long haul (at least it's not stopping anytime soon).

It's not super obvious here but I'm actually a huge Marvel fan (well, the MCU, I've never read a comic), and especially Captain America. Stucky is just, 🤌 so tasty (a lot of similarities with obikin actually imo). I'd like to talk to whoever thought "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" was a straight sentence to repeatedly say to your bro throughout an entire century though. Like?? I'm all for relationships that defy the boundaries of platonic and romantic, but still, that's kinda gay.

2. Steve Rogers/James "Bucky" Barnes(/Peggy Carter) (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

The first MCU movie I saw was actually captain america 2 (and not the first one lol) in theater, and I was instantly hooked, though since Endgame I've been less into it, since my fav is gone (and I have to agree with tumblr on that one: they're making too many movies and shows, I can't keep up 😩)

(And I'm still super salty about what they did to steve in canon, they should have killed him off instead of whatever the fuck that was, honestly)

I also added Peggy because she's great, and polyamory is so much better than love triangles or shipping wars. (I'm not polyamorous but I believe in their beliefs. I think it's because of the aromanticism)

Same as with obikin (and stucky too tbh) I don't really care how they love each other, I just care that they do. They're the most important person to each other, be it romantic, platonic, familial, idc.

3. John Watson/Sherlock Holmes (mostly BBC Sherlock, but from the RDJ movies and the books too)

I've obsessed over (non-existent) clues during the last season, and deluded myself into thinking they'd become canon, alas, it didn't happen.

I've translated a couple of fics in french for that ship, but I've never written for it (I thought about it tho), and I've read a lot. That's the fandom where I've read some of the best queerplatonic fics, and that's my favorite interpretation of the ship, especially sherlock being some flavor of aroace.

4. Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

I love them as a queerplatonic relationship, and I genuinely think that's what they are in canon, the haters can suck it, that's not queerbaiting even if they dont become a canon couple.

Okay, I'm starting to see a patern here. Am I really that predictable? You can just copy-past what I said above.

(I'm fully on board with them being a couple though)

Hey, a straight ship! With a woman not added as a second thought!

5. Elizabeth Bennet/Mr Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Not quite the same vibe as the others, but I've read sooo many fics and books (straight up published fics lol), I've watched a bunch of different adaptations (even the one with zombies)... The worst part is that I think I've only read the og book once, oops.

I actually inherited that fandom from the women in my family lmao. My mom, sister and sister-in-law are all obsessed with it, so I read it to see what all the fuss was about and, yeah, I get it.

And that's it! There are other fandoms I'm into, and other ships in those fandoms, but that's pretty much it (the main one that's missing is Dinluke, the others are mostly smaller ones).

I'm not super actively in those fandoms (apart from Star Wars obviously) but i come back to them now and then. Usually I re-watch it then binge-read a bunch of fics (while my main fandom stays in the main spot in my brain) then I let it go again until it comes back (while obikin still stays in the main spot).

Also Harry Potter used to be my main obsession but JKR kinda ruined that for me so I'm not really into it anymore (hence why I didn't list it even though I have written fics for it).

Anyway that was way too long, if you've read all of this then props to you!

I'm tagging: @cottonraincoat @fem-anakin-skywalker @kingdomvel @ineffable-snowman @arobiwan (and whoever else wants to do it because I'm nosy and I want to know stuff about people)

[shouldntcryoverit]

the art of discordance

captain rex x jedi!reader

previous chapter

masterlist

CHAPTER TEN

Hope you enjoy! Might start this series up again so let me know what you’d like to see and if you’d like to be tagged! 💕

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Jaida’s feet felt weighted as she plodded along the corridor. In fact her entire body did. She needed caf and, among other things, she needed peace and quiet.

But alas, as is the way of war, she’d have to settle with yet another delinquent briefing, which would most likely result in another mission for her to loose herself in. How fun.

Peace wasn’t an option as of right now, but caf certainly was. So as any ordinary Jedi going through dramatic changes to their moral code while fighting a war which had so far gone against everything they had ever been taught by their now dead master; Jaida went and got caf.

Now she stood outside the war room, significantly late, but with a half drunk cup in her hand. On any regular day, she would’ve surely rushed in; profoundly apologising for her misconduct and directing all her attention to any matters presented to make up for her tardiness.

But instead she stood and stared at the uninspiring, off-white and dented plastoid door with almost a scowl. After a second, she took a swig and entered.

“Jaida! I was wondering if you had gotten lost.” Obi-wan smiled warmly. There was a hint of a jeer in his aristocratic tone.

“Oh force I really am late aren’t I?” She tried to laugh, setting down her cup on a surface she’d found (ignoring the future ring it would leave), snapping into a character that would resemble her more awake self.

“What’ve I missed?” Jaida asked as she settled into place beside Anakin and across from Obi-wan.

The holo-projector before her displayed the usual; a barren-ish landscape with red dots across it, symbolising places she’d most likely have to risk her and her men’s lives before moving onto the next tiny red dot.

It felt fallacious to belittle that sacrifice to so little as those red dots, especially when they’d been planted like seeds as if they’re cost was unimportant. To Jaida, red dots had begun to look more like casualty reports and defeated medics; so much more than a speck on a map in a heated war room in the middle of comfortable Coruscant.

But as is the way of war, she thought.

“After the failure to capture Grievous on Salucami, we know his ships will be in this western quadrant.” Obi-wan gestured now to the map of the galaxy, the holo map had apparently changed as Jaida was blinking, and more specifically to a highlighted section of space.

Her red dots would be minuscule by now.

“Our fear is that with Grievous now in need of a place to get fuel and rations, he’ll attempt to take-over ,in effect, the next planet viable. Which in this case” The holomap zoomed into a reddish planet with a dark brown hue surrounding it, “Would be Yeon.”

“Yeon?” Jaida asked. “What’s on Yeon that Grievous could want?”

Obiwan shifted his weight before speaking. Jaida sighed; sometimes she really did regret asking questions so much, especially when the answer require a deep breath.

“Yeon used to be home to a powerful empire, though the dissolution of said empire left the planet vulnerable and corrupt. The wealth still remains, but without proper safeguarding. It isn’t unlikely that Grievous hopes to exploit this, and use their land and people to help secure more galactic wins.” He finished with a flourish. He did always make good speeches, however short or dull.

Jaida shivered. The thought of such peaceful people once again being used as pawns in the seperatist game made her stomach turn. Is this what the galaxy had come to? Perhaps that question could be answered another day.

Anakin, who had up until this point been studying his friends demeanour and desperately trying to figure out the reason for her obvious lack of clarity, spoke next.

“Our mission is to intercept their ‘invasion’ and protect the people of Yeon before Grievous can even reach them.”

“Huh, fun.” She clicked.

A few more details were flattened out, though they mostly fell on deaf ears as Jaida replayed the events of that morning.

“We’ll leave tonight, get a head start.”

Great, she thought.

The corridor felt like it would never end as Jaida carried a backpack towards her destination. It was half full of ration packs and bacta supplies: in short she had no clue what to pack for. The feeling of unpreparedness sat heavy on her chest, even as she commed Anakin to meet her in the hanger.

As she did, Echo opened the door for her, between beckoning to Hardcase that his helmet was where he’d left it. Jaida almost laughed at how mumsy Echo got the few hours before a mission; it almost matched Kix’s mother hen approach.

“Where’re we up to?” Jaida asked, hesitantly setting down the bag beside her feet as she looked over the clones all preparing for a mission.

Echo smiled softly, giving one last side eye to his dazed brothers before giving her his full attention “Almost ready.”

“Thank you.” She could always count on Echo, and a warmth spread over her expression, secure in that fact. “Where’s-“

“Hullo!” The other jedi spoke through a cracker in his mouth. “You good?”

“Where’d you get that cracker?”

Anakin swallowed. Echo had to suppress his laughter at how much they resembled begrudging siblings.

“Help me with those crates and I’ll show you.” He shrugged off, beckoning for Jaida to follow his path.

The good news was the Hardcase had managed to locate his stranded helmet, and Fives only laughed for a few minute at how he almost cried that he’d thought he’d lost it: but the bad news was that Jaida realised that she would eventually have to talk to her captain, who was standing by the edge of the hangar with Kix.

He’d showered, and his pauldron was fixed. He looked so perfectly in control as he watchfully peered over his men. Jaida felt childish almost instantly at the anxiety balled in her stomach at just the thought of having to look at his deep and piercing eyes to talk to him. This was that feeling ‘crushes’ gave you, as Anakin would explain, and Jaida didn’t get ‘crushes’. Not ever, and not now.

She began to help the clones prepare what few weapons they thought they needed. There wasn’t much to sort out and load up, but still among the Torrent company; it was a grand feat.

Jaida was counting reloads and ration packs when she sensed him. Rex, as you could quite obviously expect, was coming closer. She exhaled fiercely out of her nose and picked up the crate she’d been kneeling over. “He’s just being a captain, just be a General.” She repeated to herself like a mantra.

But when she looked up and his gaze was already on her, she froze; childish and with a crush.

“You’re coming too?” Jaida cleared her throat and asked nonchalantly, trying desperately hard to prevent a redness forming on her cheeks.

“Of course.” Rex spoke flatly. His eyebrow twitched slightly as the words left his lips, perhaps testing her meaning.

“But you’re still injured.”

Now he did raise an eyebrow, “I’ll be fine.”

Jaida kissed her teeth, slightly annoyed at her inability to calm herself now.

She nodded as no words formed on her tongue. Nothing to express the ball of emotion in her throat. The Jedi didn’t meet his eyes as she turned away.

Rex caught her arm as she went to bring her crate to the ship, but even as he stopped her pivot she was reluctant to meet his gaze.

“Jaida-” He tried.

“Don’t.” Jaida cut him off, finally glaring at him, then quickly skimming over the room to check if anyone was noticing their ‘conversation’.

“Just promise me.” Vulnerability flashed across her face as the words left her mouth, and even those crystallised amber eyes of his couldn’t make her believe he would.

Rex bit his lip and flicked back over his men across the room, before looking back at Jaida’s ask. He nodded slowly, accepting that he’d want the exact same if it were her. Whatever it was that they shared really wasn’t simple.

“I promise.”

She smiled slightly, before he let her go and she walked off to the ship.

The company left not long after, but not before Anakin and Jaida managed to bicker over who should fly the ship, then if they’d brought the right rations, then whether or not they were ready. At least it was entertaining for the clones to watch their General’s be so relaxed yet so uppity.

But nonetheless, the company all fitted into their respective places and the ship left. Jaida, after bribing Anakin, was flying the ship. She thought that it’d help her concentrate ready for the next mission, although it did also mean that she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone - so, plus.

The journey was rather short, but it certainly wasn’t sweet; for each time Jaida didn’t have to plant coordinates or watch the pressure levels in the engine, her mind slipped to the events of that morning, over and over again like torture. The guilt and worry pressed heavily against her frame; it was fair to say she was absentminded.

But they made it.

“I think we’re here boys.” Skywalker spoke over the channels.

The landing wasn’t rough, but Jaida’s vision through the ship window was too clouded to navigate properly through the thick air. The ship rocked as it hit the ground, and as the men filed our, their pilot was reluctant to follow.

The company gathered outside, Anakin knocked her shoulder; something he always used to do if she was nervous before a practice or exam. It made her finally exhale the breath she’d been holding onto.

It was dark when they made it to the village: a small dwelling lit with vibrant lights around each hut and structure. There was a hum in the air of content, they were peaceful people, and their laughter and chatter floated through the company like a warm drink.

Jaida wanted to welcome it, she really did, but she couldn’t, not when her head was this scrambled. She was still tired, and still torn between wanting to stay true to her morals and protect Rex, as well as desperately wanting to give in to her heart.

Mind over matter, her master would say. Though it seemed futile now.

Jaida followed her men into the village and tried once more to be content with the sweetness of the air. The sun was hanging low in the sky, but it still illuminated the tops of houses and slopes of hills in spite of the darkening hue encroaching. It was peace, the very kind she needed. Yet it would not breach her armoured skin.

The clones had managed to settle in rather quickly, having now taken off a few bits of armour and their helmets. They were standing and laughing with locals dotted about a wide fire pit, an area which Jaida took to be the market place.

After a cheer of babbling and exuberance calling for them, drums began playing in the background as entertainment; and the villagers seemed excited to have new guests for what looked like the first time in a while. They passed out food to the solidiers, colours of orange and green mixing on platters of fruits and perfectly cooked meat. After having a drank a few of their offered drinks, of which their alcohol quantity was unknown, Fives, Jesse and Hardcase danced to the beat as Echo and Kix tried not to laugh.

Jaida watched with an absent grin. She was resting on a crate with a cup of some sweet drink she’d been given by a swirling child, happy to see them so relaxed. Her view shifted from the gaggle of men to her Captain, who was laughing handsomely at his brothers’ feeble attempts. She tried to ignore the pounding in her stomach growing at how his face was illuminated so perfectly by the evening sun, and how it made her tongue swell to see him aswell so at peace. But it was rather difficult to ignore, especially when she couldn’t not-look.

Jaida placed her cup beside her and backed away, leaving the dancing and laughter behind her.

She found herself in the main hall of their largest structure, eyes closed in her own attempt at peace. She could still taste the wafting smell of meats and breads being cooked just a little further away. It smelt like herbs and spices she remembered only faintly from her own travels with her master. Jaida stood, staring at the painting on the closest wall to her when she wasn’t instead focused on her closed eyelids. Her brain was too foggy for anything else.

It was silent. Of course the base of the drums and the echoes of her men and their hosts still made their way in and out of the open windows, but it was silent to her. So silent that when footsteps began behind her she almost jumped.

The presence made it’s way to just a step behind her and paused. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who it belonged to, but still, Jaida cursed her abilities to identify the warmth and security it brought nonetheless.

“You left?“ Rex’s tone was more a question than a statement, and Jaida didn’t open her eyes as he stepped and stood next to her.

“I needed to think without Fives’ dancing distracting me.” She joked in a low tone.

“You call that dancing?”

Jaida chuckled lightly at that, meeting his smiling eyeline.

A moment of warmth spread between the two. It was as if the complications of their feelings melted away for a few seconds, and both simply relished the presence of each other. But it was short lived.

“I cant think either.”

Her eyebrows were knitted in slight pain and sadness, something he recognised within his own head. She couldn’t speak.

“Do you regret it?” Rex broke the silence between them.

“What?”

“The other night.”

Jaida paused loudly, but spoke with force after a second passed. “No. I don’t. ”

Silence again.

“I don’t know what to do to make this… better.” Jaida admitted, the vulnerability in her voice making her cringe.

Jaida sighed and fixed her almost tearful expression back to that familiar neutral coldness. “I don’t even understand it.” She almost whispered.

“Neither do I.” His words were barely there. “I don’t think anyone ever does.”

“Then how do you know it’s real?” Jaida swallowed, blinking down her rising dejection.

Rex paused again, but spoke with purpose. He had been brave before, now was no different.

“Because whenever you enter the room it feels like time stops. I always look for you, like seeing you will change everything. And you know what, it does; everything stops.”

Jaida was shocked to hear the confession, and it made her heart melt when she turned to face him. His face was just as creased as hers; just as pained.

He studied her eyes for a second, almost asking for permission to continue, or even to be dared to do so. But he took in a breath and carried on:

“I knew it when we were stuck in that cave, and you fell asleep against the wall. All I could think of was how perfect you looked. Force, I don’t think you’ve ever left my head since.”

She smiled. A wilful smile that covered all of her stern face. She knew that feeling he described and it made her stomach erupt as he spoke of it.

Her words fell as a whisper once again. “I can’t ask you to risk your entire life on this. But you can’t tell how much I want to.” She spoke louder now.

Rex’s eyes softened.

“We’re at war, Jade. Some things are just worth it.” Rex paused and looked to her. Her eyes held a silent beg. “You’re worth it.” He wanted to say, but didn’t. Perhaps a part of him knew that he didn’t need to.

In the dim light, he could hardly see her face at all, but the peace that had spread across it was blindingly clear. Jaida blinked.

And Rex closed the small gap between their faces and pressed his lips against hers; tender and gentle yet proud, as if it was their first. He lifted his hand to cup her face and she melted into his touch, allowing the warmth of his mouth to thaw the cold of her heart. The kiss was acceptance, it was emotion and it was thrill.

“I’m in if you’re in.” He demurred with lighthearted intention.

Jaida smiled softly, joy in her eyes that Rex only caught glimpses of, but she caught his lips in feeble ecstasy.

She broke away with a dainty smile, and Rex laughed.

“I’m in.” The jedi whispered.

He grinned again, wider now as a perfect laugh fell from Jaida’s perfect lips.

His fingers dropped from her cheek and found hers without question, taking her hand in his as he refused to break away from her hopeful eyes.

Rex squeezed her hand, then jolted, taking her with him as he ran out of the hall and back to where the music still rumbled.

Jaida let him whisk her away, gladly.

[danger-xylophones]

Major Buir (Plo Koon x reader)

{masterlist}

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Unedited, Plo Koon trying to flirt but not quite understanding how to make the swoon, Wolffe being the embarrassed son, potential second hand embarrassment for the reader because I think that Plo is very sweet but is not well versed in the art of flirting. Clones being dumb and cute. Angry Wolffe, potential fluff overload-I got a little carried away. 

Notes: Yeeee it’s my first time writing for Plo-would it be wrong to tag?...I’m gonna do it. @a-dorin , I would like to thank you for inspiring me to write this. I find myself steadily becoming a Plo simp and your fics have only accelerated my downward spiral. 

Also, this was only supposed to be about 1.5k words...woops

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“From this, we can conclude that the remnants of the Ehterium cluster supernova would provide a suitable route around this Separatist controlled rat’s nest.” You sniffed carefully and lowered the pointer to tap against the ground but it landed on your foot. Swiftly, you moved it again so it actually tapped against the durasteel floor of the briefing room. A few chuckles slipped from the gathered cloned men and Jedi generals currently scanning over your notes on the holomap that had witnessed the little slip-up. “Though I can understand the hesitance-which is why I have also taken the liberty of charting a different course around the cluster entirely. It would take much longer though and would put you in more danger in the long run as you’d be exposed and out of range for too...long.” You trailed off, suddenly self-conscious of the overuse of the word ‘long’. Even though you’d worked for the GAR since the start of the clone wars (and technically before that if you counted all the academy training) you’d never gotten the hang of the ‘intimidating analytics and tactician officer’ schtick despite trying. You were often compared to a little mouse in the academy-even when you were wielding a blaster. But that hardly mattered when you were one of the top tacticians in the army and the Jedi were very kind to you. Especially General Plo Koon. He was incredibly patient with you as you adjusted to life with the 104th after being transferred from the 205th and he gave off this very warm and loving vibe. 

And thankfully your new general was among the Jedi present-calmly looking at you with hands clasped behind his back, respectfully silent as the other masters muttered over the maps you’d provided. You met his eyes uncertainly. While it wasn’t like this was your first time pitching a new tactic to a general it was the first time you’d ever pitched an idea to so many people (eight, to be exact) that were so high ranking. The room was currently occupied by yourself, Depa Billaba, Obi Wan Kenobi, Cody, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Commander Wolffe, and Plo Koon and while none of them were ever rude to you it was hard to not be intimidated. You weren’t the one that had to go through with this plan-they did. They were the ones in danger. Sure, you could lose your job but they could lose their lives. So, you looked to Plo Koon as he would be sure to tell you what he thought. 

Perhaps he was so open with you because he could read you better than anyone else? He always knew what you were thinking and knew exactly what to say to help you. If you were honest, it was no wonder why you two were fast friends. And it wasn’t a surprise when you realized that certain feelings had crept up on you. Although you had resigned yourself to never act on them for both of your sakes there was no helping the admiration that prompted you to value the Kel Dor’s opinion over anyone else’s. And just like so many times before, it seemed like Plo knew this for he offered a single nod to you when your eyes met. The tension fled from your shoulders instantly as a silent sigh of relief slipped from you. Plo Koon approved. You had done good. He knew how hard you had worked on the new plans and could cite several instances where he had stumbled upon you slumped over your desk as the testimony to your dedication. Each time the Kel Dor quietly lifted you to your feet and encouraged you to leave the work for the next day as he escorted you back to your quarters. Once the two of you got there, he’d always, always place a secure hand on your shoulder with a squeeze that just barely made his talons dig into your greys as he bid you goodnight before sweeping away with one last order to get some sleep tossed over his shoulder. It was similar small gestures like those that gave you hope that were your situations different-he being a normal citizen like you and not a Jedi with no trace of war-that maybe something could happen. But alas…

“I must say, Major, I do believe you’ve outdone yourself.” Kenobi was the first among the Jedi to speak with one hand clasping his chin and the other clasping his elbow in typical Obi Wan fashion as he scanned over the details once more. 

You dipped your head with a carefully practiced, “thank you, General” as your immediate reply though deep inside, your pride swelled. This was possibly your most ambitious plan yet and one that had presented significant challenges. While you were a good tactician, your strong suits lie in terrestrial combat and not space. It felt great to be validated. 

“Yes but…” Depa Billaba began with her arms dutifully crossed over her chest as she scrutinized further, “what are we to do about this asteroid field that cuts through our path?” The Jedi asked calmly and you brightened at the mention of it because you had banged your head against it every which way. The asteroid field was the one thing you couldn’t accurately account for as the data you had received on it initially had been outdated. And you explained as much to her. 

“However, I am happy to tell you that I may have found a way to...acount for this hazard.” You cleared your throat and leaned over the console to zoom in on the area in question. “This asteroid field is large, messy, and problematic, and had you asked me how to avoid it earlier I wouldn’t have had an answer. But, I think that the best course of action is to separate-to make it look as though the three of you-” you pointed to the generals you were specifying, “are escorting Depa Billaba till she comes in range with the nearby medical station. That way if any Separatists follow you, you can still maintain the element of surprise because I know that if we can make General Billaba’s starship appear vulnerable that they will go for it. Worst case scenario, you dust off the guns a little preemptively. Best case-” again, you clicked another button that revealed a dotted red path through the holo projection, “you can use the asteroids as extra cover while you navigate through this path.” You paused a moment, eyes shifting to gauge the reactions of everyone. From across the table, your eyes met with Commander Wolffe’s who raised an eyebrow at you. “Clone intelligence has informed me that this path might be outdated as well but we will be active on the comms to offer guidance through the field as you go.” Commander Wolffe gave a firm nod and, again, the Jedi and clones retreated inwards to try and think of any situations that they would need to be prepared for. In the weighted silence that followed, you were keenly aware of Plo Koon drawing closer to you as he methodically circled the console before you. His hands remained clasped behind his back the entire time and you couldn’t help but watch him as he approached. 

He came to a stop right next to you-close enough for your arms to brush and for his warmth to seep through the fabric of your greys. Plo Koon remained quiet for a little longer, leaving you more time to fight the instinct that told you to lean closer to him before he moved his arms. His taloned hand brushed the back of your own and his vambrace bumped your forearm as he brought his arms up to cross over his torso. You couldn’t help but dwell on the feeling of even that minuscule contact which almost caused you to miss the compliment he paid your way. 

“Uh...th-thank you, General.” You coughed into your fist in a not so subtle way to correct your stutter. “But really, my plan is only good because my data was good. You should really thank your men that got me the information.” 

The Kel Dor made a huffing sound that would have sounded like a laugh if not for the heavy overlay from his mask. “Believe me, Major, I will but you do deserve some of the credit.” He stressed, even going so far as to grasp your shoulder very briefly. You could still feel the imprint of his touch when he moved his hand away. 

“Anakin, you’re being unusually quiet.” Obi Wan saved you from further implosion as he addressed his former padawan. You and Plo Koon both turned your attention back to the other occupants in the room and you were unsettled to find General Skywalker’s eyebrows furrowed in scrutiny as he glanced between you and the Jedi Master. Perhaps more alarming though was Wolffe’s face. He was staring at Plo Koon with what you could only describe as a bug-eyed look. 

“Just thinking, master.” Skywalker eventually answered. Your jaw tensed in uncertainty though the younger man said nothing more regarding the visual dissection of your interaction. 

The meeting continued for a few more minutes with you working to finalize the more minute details and to take measures to establish backup plans that would most likely be abandoned by the Jedi at the first sign of conflict and the Jedi began to disperse with their own CO’s. Eventually, that left just you, Wolffe, and Plo Koon. At the first sign that the meeting was adjourned, you began to pack your things up and to log off the computers but instead of leaving you to your own devices like you thought he would, Plo Koon remained with you. He casually waited at the console you had left him at with his hands clasped before his diaphragm, a common gesture for him you’d noticed, while Wolffe awkwardly hovered near the door. 

“Was there anything else you needed, General?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at the Kel Dor. He stood up straight and approached with light footsteps. 

“Not particularly, Major, but I would like to congratulate you once again on another excellently thought out plan.” Plo Koon’s voice was as calm as it ever was but there was something there-a slight lilt you weren’t familiar with or maybe it was better described as a squeak? Slowly spinning on your heel, you turned to face him. 

“Well,...thank you, General. It...It’s my job.” A part of you swore at your inability to take a compliment properly while the other parts were all focused on Plo Koon. Sure, he’d complimented you on your plans before (he did during the meeting) but he had always reserved the more serious praise for after the missions and the debriefings. He’d never stayed after the preliminary meetings. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer if you called me Plo Koon-it feels far too impersonal to be addressed as ‘general’ outside of meetings.” The Kel Dor explained with a raised hand to stop you from saying anything else till he had said his piece. 

You blinked. Once. Twice. Before eventually sliding your gaze over to Wolffe who had a hand clasped over his eyes. That gesture only added kindling to the confused fire as you returned to the man in front of you. There didn’t seem to be anything amiss-his mask looked in place and to your knowledge, he hadn’t been in the medbay recently. “As...whatever you wish...Plo.” You swallowed, his name-something you’d said in your head thousands of times before-felt foreign on your tongue. “You can of course call me ‘Y/n’...then.” You offered uncertainly. 

“Of course,” he echoed with a nod. “I’ve always thought your name fitting.” 

“Thank you…?” You asked uncertainly. 

“I just mean that it is a strong name and you bear it well.” 

“...” Again, you couldn’t help but look over at Wolffe who had taken his face in his hands in what could only be described as a picture of absolute mortification. His helmet was awkwardly squished into his chest as he shook his head from side to side, lips moving as he formed words you couldn’t hear from where you stood. “I...uh...I like your name too, Plo. It’s gentle…?” You tried as you returned your attention to the Kel Dor and raised one shoulder in a half-shrug. 

He brightened, back straightening up as he continued to regard you. “Thank you, I’m rather fond of it myself.” A silence fell over the two of you-horribly tense and laced with an awkward air you had no way of dissipating anytime soon. Averting your eyes from the Jedi, you rolled your lips in and bit them as you fished for something else to say. 

“Is...are you sure there wasn’t anything you needed, General?” You finally asked after shifting on your feet for the third time. 

Plo Koon shook his head, less in a form of denial and more like he was trying to shake himself out of a stupor before answering. “I’m positive but while we’re on the subject of names I feel it is important for me to inform you of the new one circulating amongst my men.” 

You raised your eyebrow at the Jedi, not missing the way Wolffe froze entirely. “A new name for me or…?” 

“For you.” Plo nodded. “It seems as though they’ve taken a liking to calling you ‘Major Buir’.” There was something in his voice that told you he was smiling (or the Kel Dor equivalent of smiling) beneath his anti-ox mask. 

“Buir?” You questioned as your mind raced to dig up a definition for the Mando’a word you’d heard assigned to the Jedi on multiple occasions. “As in what the Wolfpack calls you?” 

“Indeed. Are you familiar with Mando’a?” 

“After fighting alongside the clones?-of course, but I’m afraid most of the terms I know relate to fighting, tactics, or swearing.” You explained promptly with a glance to Wolffe at the mention of his language-the clone in question looked frozen in his spot and it seemed like he was no longer alone as you could swear you saw the familiar red hair of Boost and the silver of Sinker ducking behind the doorway. 

Plo Koon suddenly leaned forward, getting closer to your height as his voice dropped to just above a whisper. “Buir is Mando’a for ‘parent’, Y/n.” Immediately, it felt as though someone had locked you in carbonite-your heart was still warm as it surged with affection for the men of the 104th yet at the same time your body felt the familiar frozen tingle that so often accompanied the sensation of treading through uncharted territory. You were keenly aware of Plo Koon’s proximity and the way your heart sped as a result. In an attempt to combat this you took a deep breath to steady yourself and regain control over your vocal chords. But that was a mistake as Plo’s natural scent infiltrated your senses. He smelled of leather and fresh air, of tea tree and some other piquant scent you couldn’t name that you knew was the remnant of one of the contraband candles he had hidden aboard the ship. It was so him-something the standard issue GAR soap couldn’t hide-that it overwhelmed you in an instant and you found yourself leaning closer. He, a flame, and you, a moth. 

Your lips parted slightly as your face relaxed and you swore that you’d never felt calmer. It felt like someone was wrapping you in a hug; you felt safe, wanted, and adored. “But...if they call you that and are now calling me that…” you began through the sudden dwam your mind floated in. The pieces were starting to fall into place. “Then...General Plo Koon,” your voice suddenly became firm as you forced yourself to step back, “Are you trying to flirt with me?” 

Plo Koon straightened up, his hands finding their usual resting place crossed in front of his stomach. “I am. Was it not obvious?” He asked, his held tilting to the left just slightly. 

You briefly thought back to the somewhat strange string of compliments he’d paid you that lead up to this. “Uh...no, not really.” You explained quickly, eyes now flickering around the room in an attempt to come up with a reply to this revelation. 

“Hmm.” Plo Koon hummed. “My apologies then. Boost encouraged me to be forward-perhaps it was not enough?” You blinked up at him, gaping like a fish-if that was Plo being forward then you wouldn’t have stood a chance if he had taken a subtle route. 

Before you could say anything though, Wolffe’s explosive voice cut through the briefing room as he rounded on Boost. “You told him to do what?!” The commander barked at his red-headed brother who had long since abandoned hiding behind the doorway and was now standing tall with his chest slightly puffed. 

“Oh come on, Vod, we both know the General likes ‘em! And Major Buir wasn’t going to pick up on it anytime soon. I was just trying to help!” He huffed back, practically getting in Wolffe’s face. 

“Meddling isn’t helping, Boost!” 

“I dunno-seemed pretty effective, Commander.” Sinker chimed in. 

Wolffe wheeled on him next. “Don’t tell me you were in on this too!” The one-eyed clone seethed. “If you weren’t my brother I’d-”

“Boys!” You snapped, having heard enough. The three brothers stopped immediately and turned to you; each one bore a similarly sheepish grin. With a shake of your head, you turned back to Plo who had watched on in amusement. “Plo, I’m flattered but...what about your code? I know attachments are dangerous and I wouldn’t want to be the reason you-” 

The Jedi master raised a hand. “My dear, attachments aren’t dangerous. It is how they can be used against a Jedi that is.” 

“I don’t follow.” You tried only for Plo to shake his head. 

“Yes, you do.” The Kel Dor dropped to your height again. “Y/n, if attachments themselves were dangerous Jedi would also be forbidden from being compassionate.” You were stricken silent, painfully aware of the three pairs of eyes currently fixated on the two of you. “But even if they were, I’d still find you worth the risk.” Your heart melted, a soft ‘Plo’ slipping past your lips that made the Kel Dor incline his head. “I know you care for me too, Y/n, so...are you willing to be with me?” 

You bit your lip in thought, a smile creeping across your face as you looked up at the Jedi. “I’m guessing there’s no talking you out of this?” 

“You may try but my feelings will persist.” Plo countered immediately-a lightness to his voice you hadn’t heard before. 

You chuckled briefly and let your gaze slide over to the three clones now curiously peering at the two of you. You took in their identical faces and the imploring looks each one was giving you. When had the Wolfpack wormed their way into your heart? Probably around the same time their general did. You turned back to Plo Koon. “I say...of course,” You smiled and slipped onto your toes to wrap your arms around the Kel Dor’s neck. He returned the embrace with a low hum, his arms slipping around your waist, “ner Jetti.” You could hear whooping and hollering from the entrance to the briefing room. 

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The barracks were dark and crowded later that night-many of the men from the 104th had all crammed into one room to watch the holofilm you’d smuggled onto the starship. It had been about three weeks since the fateful meeting that led to the union of you and General Plo Koon and each day had brought a new development in your aliit as word of your relationship spread. For the most part, none of the men were surprised-some even commenting on how Plo Koon was apparently unable to tear his eyes off of you during meetings, holocalls, or your brief but frequent trips to the base on Coruscant. But there were a few who weren’t expecting it at all. 

But everyone you’d told had been supportive. And now as you sat curled into Plo Koon’s side with clones draped all around you as most dozed off in the peaceful barracks you could safely say that you’d found where you belong. 

A tug on your arm pulled you away from the nearly impossible to hear holofilm (the few soldiers that were still awake had turned the volume down so they could let their brothers sleep) and to the clone currently barely awake with his head on your lap. “What is it, Boost?” You asked in a whisper, keenly aware of the sleeping Sinker and Wolffe on Plo’s other side. Still, your voice managed to catch the Jedi’s attention as he turned his head towards the two you. 

The red head stared up at you blearily, a yawn interrupting him before he began speaking. “I just wanted to say that I’m happy you and general buir are together now. And that I’m glad I could help.” 

A breathy laugh escaped you that Plo helped quiet with a hand over your mouth. He dipped his head to gesture at Wolffe who grumbled and curled closer to Sinker in his sleep. In retaliation, you batted his hand away and rolled your eyes at the Kel Dor before looking back at the sleepy man. “I am too, Boost. Thank you.” You answered fondly, letting your head fall against Plo’s shoulder. 

“Like I said-” he cut off to yawn, “happy to help...major...buir.” Boost trailed off as his eyes closed and he wormed his way closer to you. 

You smiled. “Thank you, ner ad’ika.” As Boost officially fell victim to dream land you turned towards Plo who had watched the exchange carefully. The same feeling of being hugged, of being safe, wanted, and loved infiltrated your senses but you now recognized it as Plo’s signature. Still bearing that soft painted smile, you pressed your forehead to his. A final whisper of thank you slipped from you as you resigned yourself to stay in that moment forever. 

[tragedy-for-sale]

So I have always wondered how the clones would react to seeing Obiwan and Anakin again directly after Umbara. Like would they flinch away when they gestured? Would they try to stay strong in from of their generals but all breakdown together in the middle of the night? Would they breakdown in front of their generals? There I so much potential to angst. The mighty angst iguana has chosen a good arc to write about

Okay, I did write a fic similar to this. It's not directly after, but it's close enough. The link is below 👇 that fic is actually one my personal favorites in terms of heartbreak, right next to 'Aren't you proud?'

https://suddenly-clones.tumblr.com/post/616699354407911424/loyalty-means-everything

Anyway, here's your direct reaction after. Okay well it's really just Rex's, I wanted to do a part two, but I think the fic above is the second part in a way.

Strong in The Real Way

The brain is the most mysterious organ in the human body, no one can't say they truly understand how the human brain works. When the human brain is traumatized, oh, now that's when things get strange.

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They won. They took Umbara, Krell was dead, Dogma was gone, now it was time to get the hell off this planet. Captain Rex had gotten his boys ready to depart. Kix and a squad were out searching for the bodies of their brothers, everytime a few troopers came back with dozens of bodies, Rex's breath fell a little shorter. He couldn't do this anymore. Fives had taken over sweeping the facilities one last time and wiping any critical information. Jesse had gathered all the shinies, they hadn't left his side.

Rex stood in front of the cruisor, watching all his beaten boys board. He gave all of them hug, squeezing tightly and giving them a kiss on the head before they boarded. Every trooper, they all waited patiently in a line. If the brother was crying, Rex would wipe away their tears, caress their face in his hands and whisper, "It's okay, it's over now." He'd comforted every man but no one had comforted him. He'd been the last one to board. After Jesse and his shinies had boarded while singing a broken lullaby. After Kix and his med-crew came with the last of the body bags. After Fives and his section finished packing the occasional resources. Only after every man was on the ship, safe inside, did Rex step on the ramp, looking to Umbara and cursing the fact Skywalker had left them with that- that-

Rex put on his helmet to hide his now reddening face. Unlike all his brothers, he boarded the cruisor alone. He walked down the halls and to the lift by himself. As he did, his mind kept him uncomfortable, making him relieve that moment over and over again. He started to shake, his knees suddenly so weak, Rex held himself as he walked, hunching down as he fought the urge to fall to his knees yet again. As he stood in the lift, he pressed the emergency stop button, taking off his helmet, throwing it. "DAMMIT!" He wailed as he scratched at his armor as it suffocated him, stumbling back to lean against the wall, "Dammit-" he whined, holding his head as he cried. He slammed his fist into the wall, then looked up. He didn't want to move, he wanted to stay here and cry. But he couldn't, a Captain has to care for his crew. So Rex wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, put his helmet back on and started the lift again. He had to be strong again.

When he stepped out of the lift, Vaughn ran up to him, "Sir, General Kenobi and the 212th are coming up in the larties as we speak." His voice was weak and broken, just as every brother. "D-do I have to give my briefing?" He asked, as if he was scared of the answer.

"Okay," Rex responded initially before looking at Vaughn's patched up face, "N-no, Vaughn," Rex shook his head, you go rest, I know what happened so I'll cover it." He watched Vaughn's face light up ever so slightly in relief. The trooper nodded before excusing himself. Rex watched as he scurried off, Rex wished he could do the same, hide away in the arms of his brothers. But alas, he couldn't. He instead, was headed to the lift yet again to go to the loading docks, awaiting the arrival of the 212th. Back in the lift, he felt that suffocation flood over him all over again, it was so easy to fake it in front of his boys, but when he was all alone those demons came creeping in and he had no reason to hold himself together.

When the lift opened, Rex took another sharp breath, stepping out he saw the ships come in, a few already had landed. Rex didn't feel his pace pick up as he saw General Kenobi and Cody step out together, they looked so battered and held no urge to hurry. "Captain, how are the men?" Kenobi asked in a softer voice, usually that question held light, but it was spoken with the solemn feeling of darkness.

"They're doing alright, sir, all things considered." Rex mustered out as he forced himself to attention. He didn't know why, but he felt like covering his chest as he stood in the presence of the Jedi. Cody must've had the same feeling, for he'd moved to stand next to Rex. "I told my men that they didn't have to give their briefing, they need the break, I hope you don't mind, sir." Rex explained.

Obi-Wan nodded, understanding Rex's actions completely. "Of course, Captain, please, don't force yourself, we don't need it right away." Obi-Wan offered as the three began walking and as they did, Rex had reached for his older brother's hand, and when Cody took his, they gripped their hands tightly. "Anakin is en route from Coruscant, we'll be dropping out of hyperspace once we reach the mid-rim so he may join us, until then, Captain." Obi-Wan turned, offering his smile, "Get some rest, both of you." Obi-Wan put his hand on Rex's shoulder, who instantly snapped back into Cody. Obi-Wan stopped instantly, Obi-Wan's sad eyes looked up to meet Cody's, hidden behind his helmet. He- he wasn't going to hurt him.

Cody caught Rex, looking up to Obi-Wan with the same thought. "Right." Obi-Wan brought his hand back to his side and continued walking as if nothing had happened. He couldn't help Rex, no matter how much he wanted too. That was Cody's job, Obi-Wan knew, as well as the fact he couldn't help Cody either. It had just been them in the gunship and as he thought of their conversation, of that moment, shaking his head, Obi-Wan brought himself back into the moment. "I will be on the bridge the entire time, if you two need anything, com me and I will see it through."

"Thank you, sir." Cody spoke, he was now holding his brother in a hug, close to him. Rex was shaking with every step and only Cody was holding him up. "I'll check on all the men and check on you on the bridge as soon as I can." Cody added as they entered the hall. Obi-Wan nodded, he had his arms crossed and kept a distance. As they walked down the hall, Obi-Wan could sense all the pain and agony broadcasting from his men. They were in so much pain.

"Alright, Cody, but don't worry about me, worry about your brothers, they'll need you." He said as they reached the lift. Obi-Wan nodded to his Commander before the lift took him away. Cody held his brother tightly, they'd take the next lift, Obi-Wan knew that.

Cody turned to face his brother, taking off his and Rex's helmet, then lifting up his brothers head, frowning at the sight of Rex's teary eyed face. Rex looked down in shame, taking a slow, steady breath before whispering, "I'm sorry I flinched, I know you love him which means I should trust him but-"

"Shhh," Cody hushed, "It's okay," he told Rex, wiping away his little brother's tears, "You don't have to be strong all the time, especially not for me, I can be strong enough for the both of us." Cody explained as the lift opened. "Okay, lil'un?" Cody asked, still speaking in that hushed tone. The two stepped into the lift, holding each other tightly.

"Okay, bubby." Rex mumbled as watched the lift door close. Here he was, back again in the lift. But this time, he didn't feel that demon lurk in. He had his big brother fighting it for him. Rex brought his head up and pressed his forehead against Cody's. The two stood in silent, not moving, and as they stood there, for a minute, the world stopped crumbling, their hearts stopped bleeding, right there in the lift, even if for only a second,

They started to heal

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Tea or Caf?

leah!!! congrats on your celebration i’m so excited for you 🥳🥳 i would like to request “when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead” with my dear obi wan

A/N: Hiya! First of all, I’d like to make a shout out to Ann ( @cherieboba ) for the idea, she mentioned it in a group-chat and because of this I shall make this as Padawan!Obi in her honour. This is pure absolute fluff, hope you like it Rach <33

Want to request? See here.

Tea or Caf?

Prompt: #6 – when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

Word Count: ~1.5k, officially my longest response to a request :D Pairing: Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!reader Description: Before he leaves, yourself and Obi-Wan get into a much needed debate on tea vs caf.

Tags for the loves of my life: @kaminobiwan @ohhellokenobi @saintlaurentkenobi @catsnkooks @cherieboba @obirain @hellotherekenobi

It was late morning on Coruscant. The sun had well risen out of its orange glow, and had long since transformed into a bright and warm day. Within the jedi temple, masters and padawans alike had begun their daily business, and the first council meetings of the morning had begun and finished by now. It was one of these such meetings that Qui-Gon Jinn had steadily been making his way back to his room from. It wasn’t overly long, just them briefing him on an upcoming mission, this did not however, make it any less tedious. It appeared that his disagreeing with the council was becoming more apparent by the day.

As he approached the door that led to the shared common room between his and Obi-Wan’s rooms, he noticed that a few jedi walking past were keeping distance between themselves and said door. If he were any other jedi master, he would’ve probably done the same. But alas, he instead got even closer to the door, an eyebrow quirking in confusion when for a brief moment there was no sound coming from inside. Of course, he wasn’t waiting long.

“OBI-WAN, ITS GOING TO TASTE LIKE BANTHA FODDER!”

“I think you’ve confused caf for tea, because you are surely wrong in this situ-”

“If I were to wonder into the sith hells, I wouldn’t be able to find anything that tastes quite as-”

It was at this moment the Qui-Gon chose to enter the room, which caused the two adult padawans at the table to abruptly stop arguing and stand up straight. They chirped out a slightly guilty good morning to the master as he regarded them with thinly veiled amusement. In this moment, the 22-year old padawans looked an awful lot like children who had just done something wrong. He could feel the force humming around them with a type of warm happiness, despite the argument that had just been occurring.

“Hello padawan’s, it’s good to hear you both in high spirits,” he took a little pleasure in the blush that rose on both their cheeks, “although, I do wonder why you aren’t with your master?” The second padawan grinned back and scratched behind their head.

“Uh well, my master said that you and Obi-Wan were heading out on a mission today, so I came to say bye?” Qui-Gon, whilst finding this whole situation rather funny, decided that he should leave the two to say their goodbyes, because they did have a point. He may have a somewhat rocky relationship with his padawan, but it made him happy to see Obi-Wan with a child-like energy that he only saw when he was in your presence.

“Very well then. Obi-Wan, meet me in the hanger in 10 minutes, please don’t be late.” The padawan next to Obi-Wan grinned and threw their elbow into his side, which he replied by shoving them to the side and nodding.

“Of course, Master.” Qui-Gon nodded, once he had turned and his face was out of sight to the padawan’s, he smiled to himself.

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You watched Qui-Gon leave with a bittersweet feeling. After all he had given you and Obi-Wan extra time, but he was also taking him away. Obi-Wan nudged you again and sat down in his original chair beside you.

“Can you please just try-” A surge of indignation returned to your stomach, and you cut him off, sitting down and crossing your arms.

“No! Obi-Wan, tea is gross, and I am going to live off of caf for the rest of my life.” The boy in front of you mock-pouted, reaching out and pulling your hands from where they had been tightly wound around your chest. You suddenly became aware of the fact that your knees were pressed together. He rested your interlocked hands on your legs and looked directly into your eyes. Vaguely, you notice that there is a glint of mischievousness reflecting back in his blue eyes.

“Just try the tea? Please? For me?” A sense of serene washed over you from head to toe, and a warm feeling settled in your stomach. Without even thinking, you reached over to take the cup. The corner of his lip started to twitch upwards, and despite the calm feeling over your mind, you felt a tickle somewhere in the back.

“I-” No, hang on. Wait a second. Your eyebrows scrunched up slightly and you tilted your head to the side. You didn’t want to taste the- the absolute nerve of this boy! “You just tried to mind-trick me!” His mouth stretched into a smirk and he desperately tried not to snort. Your arm lashed out, and you clipped him on the side of his head.

“You did! You nerfherder!” Despite the annoyance, you did find this amusing. He had to have known that it wasn’t going to work, he was just doing it to get a rise out of you at this point. He laughed, but placed the cup of tea into your hand anyway.

“Okay, maybe I did, but can you still please just try it? I think you’ll like this one?” Your nose pulled up again, and a mild grimace made its way onto your face as you slowly lifted it towards you.

“Fine, but for the record, I’m trying it because I want to, not because of you.” He smiled as you took the smallest sip from the cup. Oh my gods, this was worse than you thought it could be. If it were possible, your nose screwed up even further, pulling the rest of your face into a scrunch. Obi-Wan looked as if he was desperately trying not to laugh at your expression.

“Is it really that bad?”

Your expression remained unchanged, and you shook your head. He laughed in response and placed the cup back on the table next to you. That’s when he leaned across to you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead crease. He only lingered there a moment before he moved down to the bridge of your nose. The warm feeling returned in your stomach, accompanied by the occasional butterfly. The grimace melted off your face with every moment that passed.

“Don’t you,” he said against your nose, before moving to one of your cheeks. “Think that,” he moved to the other cheek, “your reaction was a little dramatic?” He then pulled away and rested his forehead against your own. You didn’t hesitate to cross the small distance between your lips.

This, of course, wasn’t the first time the two of you had kissed. But nonetheless, it still took your breath away, despite it only lasting for a second. Somewhere among this, your hands had moved to his chest, and his to the sides of your face. You sighed after he left your lips again.

“Maybe.” You rested your heads together with your eyes closed for a little longer. You inhaled at the same times as Obi-Wan, and for this moment, it felt like everything was in sync, in balance. You kissed him again, and felt your heart sink a small distance. “Please be careful while you’re gone.” You murmured against him, and you felt him smile as he kissed you a third time. When he pulled away and stood up, pulling you with him, the ghost of his lips stayed. His arms drew you to him and he put his chin on your head.

“Of course, I will. Don’t get too close to Quin while I’m gone?” You both shook gently with laughter, and your heart felt the slightest bit lighter.

“Of course, I won’t.” He kissed your forehead one last time before stepping towards the door. “I’ll see you when you get back?”

He grinned in return and raised his hand in a half wave. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

BONUS:

Qui-Gon turned towards Obi-Wan as the boy strode into the hanger and grinned in spite of himself. The boy looked thoroughly relaxed and serene, and with noticeably redder cheeks.

“About time, Obi-Wan, I was beginning to think you were going to be late. What took you so long?”

Similarly to your reaction earlier, Obi-Wan reached up and scratched the back of his head. “Nothing, I was just saying good-bye.” Qui-Gon gave his padawan a look out of the side of his eye.

“Oh I’m sure that that’s all you were doing.” If it were possible, the young man’s face lit up even more, and shortly thereafter he fell into nothing but stutters.

Ah, to be young.

[mandaloriandy]

Fic Writer Interview

I suppose I should... actually get around to doing this.

I was tagged by @maderilien, @stormwarnings, and @willowcrowned! (that’s what I get for putting off doing this, I get ganged up on.) (I’m just joking, I am very touched that you all thought of me)

How many works do you have on AO3?

49

What's your total AO3 word count?

339,898

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

oh fuck there's so many. uhhhh 32 apparently. big yikes. I'm just gonna copy-paste the list over, that'll be easiest. A lot of these are overlaps but alas such is life

1. Star Wars - All Media Types (24) 2. Star Wars Prequel Trilogy (18) 3. Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types (7) 4. TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms (4) 5. Homestuck (4) 6. Doctor Who & Related Fandoms (3) 7. Avatar: Legend of Korra (3) 8. Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (3) 9. Marvel Cinematic Universe (2) 10. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) (2) 11. The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types (2) 12. Doctor Who (2) 13. Ender Series - Orson Scott Card (1) 14. Solo: A Star Wars Story (2018) (1) 15. Iron Man (Movies) (1) 16. Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (1) 17. Original Work (1) 18. Sherlock (TV) (1) 19. Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) (1) 20. Big Hero 6 (2014) (1) 21. Emelan - Tamora Pierce (1) 22. The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien (1) 23. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1) 24. The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien (1) 25. Captain America (Movies) (1) 26. Paranatural (Webcomic) (1) 27. Torchwood (1) 28. Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica (1) 29. Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types (1) 30. Star Wars: Rebels (1) 31. Doctor Who (2005) (1) 32. The Hobbit - All Media Types (1)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

To nobody's surprise, my top 5 fics by kudos are (in order) the first 5 parts to the Jedi Shmi AU.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Oof. I used to. But I ended up spiralling pretty badly uhhhh a couple years ago and had to stop. I feel like I should reply to comments, especially those wonderful long ones, but even though I do this whole writing thing, I always have a really hard time, like, knowing what to say to them? Like "akjsdfk;jf thank you" always feels inadequate, but writing a well thought-out reply takes a stupidly large amount of brainpower, and I'll leave them marked as unread if I want to reply to them and then they just accumulate in my inbox and I end up spiralling again, since it just continues to exist as a mental load of something I have to do and the avoidance just gets bigger and bigger the longer I put it off and–

look, I just get into my own head too much about it. I respond to questions, usually. I love all the comments but I can't let myself overthink it, and the easiest way to do that is to not let myself reply.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I guess Obi-Wan’s Terrible Horrible No-Good Very Bad Life doesn’t count because it... doesn’t have an ending yet? and I don’t know how angsty that ending is going to be. Even Composing Hallelujah doesn’t count because it ends happier than in canon, even though it’s... y’know, not exactly happy-ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

Hahaha I don't do crossovers often, but I have done them, and the craziest one I've actually written is probably my Sailor Moon/Puella Magi Madoka Magica fic. It’s especially crazy because I’ve only seen a few episodes of sailor moon lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

lmao YEP

There's this one, like Ender's Game/Doctor Who fic I wrote and posted on FFN back in middle school. And it got a ton of hate, as far as I can tell mostly from the same person, talking about like, how bad and non-canonical and whatever it was. And when I migrated over to AO3, I reposted it there too. This was in like 2012. The migration, at least, the fic was written in... idk, 2010?

And then. In 20-fucking-19.

I got a comment saying "Terrible. Makes zero sense. It’s like the author threw canon out the window and took a shit on it." like lmao what??????

(for reference: https://archiveofourown.org/works/361723?show_comments=true#comments and https://www.fanfiction.net/r/7621672/)

(like what the actual fuck was this person on)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Not any that I've been brave enough to post. And… also… nothing that I've actually written more than a few paragraphs on… I keep chickening out. I did recently make a deal with a friend, though, so… we'll see. If I do, it’s probably going to be quite dark, because that’s the kind of smut I like to read.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sincerely hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! See how the blackbird walks into russian and just recently In all your wanderings into french!!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've tried. It's never gone… especially well? I don't think any of them ever actually ended up complete, they all just petered out after a while.

What's your all time favorite ship?

I don't really have an "all-time favorite" anything, let alone a ship. I'm a horrible multishipper and I'm going to cause problems on purpose

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Sigh. Probably my intricate, 30-something-k unpublished Silmarillion Helcaraxë fic. It has so many moving pieces. I know where most of them end up but it's going to take so much effort to get there

What are your writing strengths?

writing

What are your writing weaknesses?

writing

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Hm. Given that I mostly write fic for SF/F, I don't run into the "real life languages" problem a lot. I end up working with conlangs of various complexity, for the most part, and for those… I'll sprinkle in a word or two if it makes sense, especially swear words and stuff. But for most of those conlangs, grammar is… less well-determined than vocabulary, so I almost never do phrases, let alone full sentences. I'll just put it in italics (if the POV character understands it) or say "and they said something unintelligible in [x language]" or the like.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I think………. let me check the dates on this. I think the actual first fanfiction I wrote was sometime in fifth or sixth grade, for this "Zenda" book series I read?? Either that or Harry Potter.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

A big shout-out goes to The Lichtenberg Figure, which I can’t believe is the only Tamora Pierce fanwork I’ve published, but for my favorite... it's gotta be Messenger. Like, looking back, there is a bunch about it that I am very not happy with, and a lot of things I think didn't come across the way I wanted, and things I would not write the same way now, years down the line, as I have very differently balanced understandings of… well, a lot of these same characters. But, fuck, I just can't let go of Mandalorian!Beru.

No pressure tags!! @apaladinagain @determamfidd @faeymouse @lumateranlibrarian (apologies if you’ve already done this one and I haven’t seen it!)

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Which I definitely forgot to do last month, ah well.

As per usual, this is also an Open Question Night post! Aka, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be keeping an eye on it and around to answer in a semi-reasonable timeframe. Feel free to ask about anything in the post, or anything I’ve talked about here on tumblr, or posted on AO3, etc. ...I don’t recall if I have any active memes or anything, it’s been a while since I’ve been super on tumblr...but anyway, ask away!

I do also take prompts, but no promises on when I’ll get around to filling them. I still have a few sitting around from. Uh. Last year........

But anyway, what’s on your mind?

Precipice:

The first Preludes story went up this past weekend! Somewhat later than I’d planned, but there was another project that ended up eating a lot of my writing time/brain, alas. This one features Lavinia, Mara Jade, Kallus, a Legends cameo, and the introduction of another recurring OC. The next one will...proooooobably be Hondo, Kanan, Ezra, Obi-Wan, and Anakin? Assuming that’s the next one I finish.

There will be seven in total, and the other five will involve whatever’s going to go down with Maul; Hera and her contact in this AU; Sidious’s Fifth Titled Apprentice; and...I’m still considering the last two, lol. Maybe something to do with Mandalore; probably something more Senate-focused...I’ll work it out.

As I mentioned in the tumblr post and I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m going to continue posting these alongside the first arc or two of Protectors, which should debut...sometime in the next couple weeks, lol.

Most of these, as you may have guessed, are shoehorning Rebels content and characters into an AU that wasn’t designed with them in mind. The gist of it is, S1 of Rebels goes more or less in canon, and then...S2 probably went differently just because of where Certain Key Players were, but I’m handwaving most of the details unless they’re interesting enough to show explicitly (probably in the Maul Prelude, if nothing else). But for the most part (even though this doesn’t, uh, entirely make sense necessarily XD) anything that doesn’t directly involve Vader/Ahsoka/Rex/Force Woo probably happened similarly. Most notably, The Honorable Ones and all plot points following directly on that happen essentially as in canon. The Mandalore plotlines are also essentially the same. ...oh, I probably should address Thrawn, since I need him in a slightly different position a few years later for spoiler reasons...

Leaving that aside...as I said, Protectors will start coming out soon, I’m just finishing up what I want for the first chapter or two, and waffling on how I want to tag some things. There is a...possible major character death in arc 14, but I’m going back and forth on whether or not I actually want to do it, which changes what tags/warnings I include...

But I’ll work that out and get it out before too much longer!

Other Star Wars Projects:

I have a Thing coming out at the end of this month or early next month, for pod_together. I’m pretty excited about it, I’ve listened to my podficcer’s first draft and am making minor edits/etc., but I think we’re in pretty good shape ^_^

Other than that, I don’t have any concrete plans for new SW fic in the near future. I’m going to buckle down and really get some momentum with Protectors and Preludes for the most part, maybe start poking at some ideas/concepts for next year’s SWBB.

Maybe also crossposting some tumblr-exclusive oneshots like I started doing last winter, or picking up with one of the AU outlines that I keep meaning to continue (Ventress + Luke, Let’s Go Steal a Crossover) but...well, we’ll see how time/brain works out this month.

Other Fanfic Projects:

I will have some standalone/fulltext AtLA fic out later this month, I promise XD It’ll be an Avatar Zuko AU, I’m putting the text together and figuring out how I want to structure it, etc.

I’m also genuinely working on a BSG/SG-1 crossover AU outline. It’s. Already quite long and I haven’t even gotten to most of the meat of the crossover yet, lol. But at least the first chunk of that will probably be up sometime later this month, too. Fingers crossed. That’s the plan, anyway.

Original Work:

I haven’t done much in the last month or two, but I’m hoping to get back into this. Both for extant ‘verses and really diving into Arthuriana research because I want to write that one story, maybe really working it up to Publishable??? We’ll see how it goes...

...I think that about covers it! Like I said at the beginning of the post, we’ll also do an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear about what you guys are working on! What’s on your mind?

[magic-owl]

i wish these had numbers to not take up room but alas: what is your absolute favorite ship? what’s a ship you like that most people don’t? what is the most underrated ship, in your opinion? (choose any of your fave pairings for the following bc I'm curious about all your faves) rate [pairing] from 1-10 and explain why. what’s your favorite headcanon of [pairing]? what’s your favorite canon moment of [pairing]? favorite AU ideas for [pairing]? what song(s) remind you of [pairing]?

Thank you my dear! You are my Star Wars Friend so I’ll keep it SW focused (if you wanted to ask this to solely find out what else I liked BESIDES SW sorry lol just let me know and I can redo it). This got long because turns out I have a lot to say about my ships so answers under the cut!!! xD

Absolute favorite ship: This one’s kinda hard but I’m gonna have to go with Obi Wan/Anakin! I also like them a lot as a trio with Padmé, but overall I gotta say these two are just my faves? Why? Because they are such a M E S S and gosh I just love them so much. Ppl say they don’t like each other very much but come on, have you watched the TCW, have you watched RotS, they’re the greatest team there ever was, they’re constantly fretting and worrying about each other, they’re always teasing (the constant banter omg boys pls) at each other and hyping the other up and believing in each other and Ahsoka literally calls them her adoptive guardians in the Ahsoka novel, that’s how much of a family they were and ugh they’re just so married. And they’re such a TRAGEDY and it breaks my heart and it’s delicious to watch because in the final fight it’s just heartbreaking betrayal because through it all they love each other so much and that’s WHY they’re so furious with each other because to them it feels like the ultimate betrayal. Even after (when after everything, Obi Wan still loved Anakin too much to kill him himself) they’re constantly on the other’s mind, and ugh the pain hurts but in such a good way, and how in the end Anakin did the right thing and Obi Wan was RIGHT THERE to help guide him back to the light in spirit and now they can rest happily together for eternity (with some spare stressing about, ya know, Kylo Ren and the impending return of Sidious, but never mind all that). and on top of that, it’s my fave because I also absolutely love their relationship platonically as well, as much as I LIKE to see them together, it’s not necessary for me because they have such an enjoyable dynamic. *coughs* Sorry, so yea, they’re my disaster faves! 😅

A ship I like that most people don’t: See above lol. I get aspects of the Obikin ship can be problematic in the whole power dynamic and age difference thing, but I’ve only ever shipped it after Anakin was knighted as an adult when there’s literally not a problem with it (it was weird for me because I watched the prequels totally out of order. I actually saw the TCW cartoon FIRST and then I saw RotS and then I didn’t watch the first two for a while after that because I was a fool and listened to prequel bashers who said the first two weren’t good, so when I started shipping them as adults that was all I saw them as). To be honest, for the most part the PT fandom is done with the drama since ya know, like a good half of the SW general fandom still hates us, so no one’s really vocal about not liking it and our shipping community is mostly left to ourselves, but every once in a while I’ll come across a joke post/fanart of the two and OP will be all snarky in the notes like “tag as a ship and I’ll come after you with my spiked bat” (someone’s exact words btw) and it’s like ok jeez, do not interact then, was minding my own business dude...

My most underrated ship: Hmmmm....... Gonna have to go between Luke/Ezra and Satine/Padmé. Skybridger I understand since they’ve literally never met in canon, but come ON, they’d get along like a house on fire and argh they should have met, it would be great. I honestly don’t get why Pads and Satine aren’t more of a thing (THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE AN OFFICIAL SHIPNAME ;_; ) cuz c’mon they’re the subtler explosive yin to Obi and Ani’s wildfire yang. They get along great and work together really well, and they both seem to have a type. I am doing them a little better in my new OT4 fic, and I hope ppl like it!!! Ya know what, I’m also gonna add Kaeden (cute girl from the Ahsoka novel!) and Ahsoka because even if a lot of ppl actually ship them, they hardly have any content and neED MORE DANGIT THEY WERE SO CUTE!!!!!!!

Gonna go with Obikin for all the following ones cuz I haven’t had the chance to gush about my boys in a while and you’ve opened Pandora’s box

Rate them from 1-10: 10, plus a hundred more points because I love them, then subtract that hundred again cuz Anakin is an gotdang idiot who ruined it and now they both make me cry. My scoring reasons are that they make me feel all the emotions and I love them Ever So Much and argh.

Fave headcanon: Oh boy, I’ve got a couple actually!

Whenever they’re talking/arguing over the phone, they’re always subconsciously mirroring each other’s actions even when they can’t see what the other is doing. It’s kinda creepy because you’ll hear yelling and it’ll look like one of them’s talking to an invisible person in front of them when it’s actually each other.

There has been multiple instances of them both getting injured in battle because they were distracted watching the other be a total badass (not that either will admit it)

Neither of them are morning people. AT ALL. Obi Wan actually has self-discipline and is able to get up with an alarm and crankily drag them both up, but both are almost impossible to deal with until they’ve had caffeine in them, and it’s been established that unless you want to risk murder, neither of them talks in the morning until caffeine has been provided.

There has been many, many cases of accidentally taking the other’s robe and not realizing it but thinking to themselves that said robe feels more comforting than usual today.

A mutually drunken arm wrestling match absolutely turned into a mutually drunken makeout once. Neither can remember it, and they wonder why some of the clones have been acting funny all week.

Half of the Temple thinks they’re already dating.

Ok I’ll stop it here

Fave Canon Moment: Ughhh, this is HARD. I really like the “any closer and you’d be kissing it” line in TCW, basically any moment in TCW when one of them refers to Ahsoka as “OUR padawan”, the extra long stares and unnecessary touches they give each other in TCW, the elevator scene in RotS movie (THE NOVEL MAKES IT A MILLION TIMES BETTER), also in RotS the way Anakin is half-ready to straight up fight Palpatine when he suggests leaving Obi Wan behind to die, the RotS “No loose wire jokes” bit, the RotS “Roger. Roger.” bit (OKAY JUST THE WHOLE FIRST HALF OF THIS RIDICULOUS MOVIE), the way Vader built his big stupid castle where they had their breakup, the way he’s constantly mentioning Obi Wan when the convo wasn’t even about him, seeing them together again at the end of RotJ (whoops you asked for one, you get MANY SCENES)

Fave AU ideas: Again, there’s a couple!

Superpower AU: Can’t decide whether I’d put this in canon or modern. Most powers in this AU are stolen from inspired by X-Men, DC, and other popular media, so I’m torn between Anakin having Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix style powers while Obi Wan had a variation on Rogue’s with additional energy manipulation. OR it would be a thing where Anakin could commune with the dead a la Klaus from Umbrella Academy while Obes had sort of Avatar-style wind/flight powers. (Both are relevant for different plots).

Sith AU: I know these are far from unpopular in the SW fandom, but the way I’d do it would be to try and write two stories at once, update one every other week so one update a week total. The stories would what would happen if either of them became the Sith Apprentice after the events of Episode 1, and how their dynamic would be during Ep 2 and The Clone Wars with one of them on the other side. It’s funny because the way I’ve plotted it, the Sith!Ani fic would have very big Good Omens vibes, while the Sith!Obi one would have very strong Under the Red Hood vibes, so two VERY different dynamics going on xD

WWII Spies: This is one I 100% plan to write someday, even tho it is a very long time from now. It’s basically following Anakin as an American naval pilot who got injured in a crash and discharged. He still wants to serve and eventually his talent gets him into the intelligence end of the war and sent to Europe where he meets Ben, who’s been working with British intelligence since it broke out, and sparks fly. I’m kind of cheating here cuz as of now this is an Obianidala story, not just Obikin, but it’s one I’m very excited for

Phantom of the Opera AU: This idea I had when I realized that Anakin as Vader is kinda a Lot like the Phantom, but he’s also a Lot like Christine too. So it turned into Anakin as a talented ballet dancer getting preyed on by Palpatine!Phantom (there is NO romance there, Palpy is a total creep and will be treated as such) with Obi Wan as a combination of Raoul and Madame Gery and I have a bunch of ideas and idk if it’s gonna be an actual thing, but I want it to.

Shapeshifter AU: Canon, not very complicated but they can all shift into animals. Obi Wan is a kind of cougar panther cat with a fluffy ginger tail, and Anakin is a big grumpy black Krayt Dragon with a stump for a front leg.

Not A Jedi!AU: One in canon in which set like the Sith!AU, two different stories exploring how their dynamic would be if one of them wasn’t found by the Order. As of now, I’ve got Anakin as the warrior pirate prince of Tatooine, after having grown up and staged a slave rebellion, then promptly put his mother on the throne, and Obi Wan’s there to negotiate something during TCW and things happen. For the Obi Wan one, he’s a political journalist and war correspondent who keeps on running into Anakin’s assignments and popping up where he’s stationed and Anakin has to keep this idiot from getting himself killed/stop asking me annoying questions that criticize the Jedi and the government.

Dark!AU: A kind of morbid canon divergent fic where Padmé dies early and unexpectedly (Palps didn’t plan it). Anakin goes off the rails and Obi Wan agrees to go with him on a murder vengeance roadtrip to try and keep him from Falling or the Sith from getting to him. He kinda fails and they both Fall in a way and it ends with them hunting down Sidious’ players one by one. I’m not entirely sure I want to continue with this tho because it plays strongly on the Fridged Woman trope, which I can’t stand. I’d have to figure out how to give Padmé some sort of active role after her death...

Songs to describe them: There’s a couple (I could have very well gone cranky but I decided to do (mostly) serious))(also my music taste kinda stinks)

Icarus— Bastille

Anna Sun— WALK THE MOON

Animal I Have Become— Acoustic cover by Vitamin String Quartet (original by Three Days Grace) (seriously y’all listen it’s sooooo gooooood)

Warriors— Imagine Dragons

My Demons— STARSET

Ignorance— Paramore

Set Fire to the Rain— Adele

Stubborn Love— The Lumineers

How to Save A Life— The Fray (yes i am aware it is stereotypical angst song leave me Alone it FITS)

Viva la Vida— Coldplay (tbh this fits like the entire PT but I liked it)

Raised by Wolves— U2 (another more PT-centric, but this one works dangit)

Bonus Broadway Song! : Confrontation from Les Miserables (now that ya think of it, that would be a pretty good AU too.....)

Bonus Broadway Song! : The Tango Maureen from Rent (I always imagined this one as Obi Wan and Padmé about Anakin, but it would be about something other than cheating cuz canon has established Anakin views cheating as a worse crime than murder, so yea)

Bonus Broadway Song! : Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better (aight this one’s mostly a joke but come ON don’t tell me that’s not completely them xD)

[tachiisms]

I know I speculate about this every time I read (...or Din reads…) School of Fear, but here’s this round of “What was Siri doing during the majority of School of Fear?” I also evidently poorly tagged my previous speculative rounds because I can’t find them even though I know they exist. So I would link them here for further reading enjoyment, but alas I cannot. So moving right along. (Strap in, this gets long.)

We know very little about what Siri was doing during this time. This is all that we’re told as far as set-up is concerned:

Mace Windu nodded again. "This will mean a separation between Master and Padawan. Not only for you, but for Siri as well. The Council is sending her to do some follow-up work on a planet in the Core. The Council feels that Ferus and Anakin together can handle this." [...]

The doors hissed open and Siri walked in with her usual purposeful stride. She bowed to the Council. "I have received my last instructions and I'm ready to leave," she said. 

So basically, the only thing we know is that she’d doing something as follow-up work, on some unnamed planet in the Core, she received separate instructions (presumably at the same time as Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Ferus are getting instructions about the Andara mission), she got those instructions from someone not on the Council, and she then just blows into the Council chamber, and then she’s not there an hour later to see Ferus and Anakin off, the way that Obi-Wan and Mace both are. 

Now, a few things probably noteworthy here. 

1. The Core Worlds are the ones closest to Coruscant (and Coruscant is itself in the Core) and the planets in the Core are typically the richer (sometimes snobbier) worlds. Alderaan, Corellia, and Hosnian Prime are a few other examples of Core Worlds. This isn’t Siri’s typical haunt. Siri is more often synonymous with hands-on missions, rough-and-tumble missions, action missions. She hates politicians, she hates snobs, and she doesn’t play the ‘suck up to the rich people to make them feel important’ game. In fact she has a reputation amongst the Senate for doing exactly the opposite. So right off the bat, it seems like a strange mission for Siri to have been assigned. Which means that it’s probably not as diplomatic and prim as it seems like it should be. 

2. It’s also strange that Siri was briefed by someone other than the Council, such that she was not there at all while her Padawan was being briefed on his assignment. (Obi-Wan, a few pages earlier, is surprised that Mace starts without waiting for Siri to show up, which we now find out that he hadn’t been expecting her to show up because she was otherwise engaged, and not just late-as-per-usual. Ferus, also a few pages earlier, says that Siri’s going to meet them in the Council Chamber, which implies that she and Ferus probably had at least some sort of brief exchange where she told him she’d meet him there.) Mace also doesn’t have to repeat any of the briefing once Siri does get there, which from a narrative point of view, would make sense for the same information not to be repeated twice from two different perspectives, but I think it’s also likely that it’s supposed to be implied that Siri is up to speed on where her Padawan will be and what he’s doing. 

3. In a bit I cut from the quote because it really goes to a different topic, there’s an explicit verbal reminder to Obi-Wan about how serious it is that he’s in charge of another Master’s Padawan, and then a noted nonverbal, eye contact agreement moment between Obi-Wan and Siri where he narrates that he knows she trusts him. (We’re supposed to believe him, and I do; he’s her best friend, she has no reason not to trust him when he has just promised her that he’ll look after Ferus like he’s his own Padawan.) For the purpose here, this is noteworthy because it implies that it’s an assurance to Siri that whatever she’s about to be doing, she doesn’t need to be using any energy or focus thinking about Ferus or wondering how he’s doing. It also means that Siri is completely cut off from the Andara mission (or supposed to be, and is up until Ferus contacts her on the emergency channel), arguably so that she’s left entirely free to focus completely on whatever her other mission is. Which means that whatever she’s doing, she probably can’t afford to be distracted by worrying about her Padawan. 

4. She’s following up on something. We have no idea what it is, we aren’t told anywhere. There’s no throwaway line from Ferus about some previous mission that he and Siri were on in the Core. There’s no mention of either what the original thing is, nor what Siri’s follow-up work was. Anywhere. Ever. I understand that narratively it isn’t important what Siri’s doing, however this is particularly vague, especially for Jude’s writing where she in other places has no problem adding in a sentence or two of explanation or peppering in references where it enhances things. So this seems intentionally vague. 

Okay so that’s all the set-up we know. We hear nothing about or from Siri from that point, until she shows up ready to murder Obi-Wan for not having told her that Ferus is missing, and then this is the only thing she says in reference to what she’s been doing:

"Ferus contacted me via the emergency channel. I was on a mission and couldn't answer for an hour. When I tried to reach him, he didn't answer." 

"He never sent me a signal," Obi-Wan said. 

"I think something happened before he could," Siri said. "His message was cut off.[...]”

We all know that Siri was on a mission, or at least that she’d been sent on one at the beginning of the Andara mission. But here’s the thing. Whatever it was that Siri has been doing, it’s taken her at least as long as the current length of time as the Andara mission. (Based on various bits of contextual evidence, Din has estimated between one and two weeks, and I’m in agreement.) That’s a fair bit of time for ‘follow-up’ work. And then we have the fact that for some reason, this mission was such that she was unable to answer a signal on her emergency channel for an hour. Again going back to the type of planets in the Core Worlds, and the fact that Siri doesn’t really care about showing ‘due respect’ to rich people or politicians, so we can easily infer that if Siri had been overseeing meetings or anything, she’d have had no problem just taking the call and not caring if it came off as rude. Honestly, this is Siri, loyal to a fault, in a later arc of Jedi Quest quite literally spends all of her ‘free’ time helping her best friend on his mission, reroutes an entire mission of hers to answer his distress call, who at the time hasn’t seen or heard from her Padawan in over a week. The only plausible explanation for her not answering that call on her emergency channel when it came through is that she was in a situation where she was physically unable to, either because she was physically engaged, or any sort of noise would have put her in immediate danger. (And that is a mission more worthy of the Siri we know and love.) So clearly, despite this being on a ‘fancy planet’ in the Core, there’s some shit that hadn’t been appropriately resolved, and Siri had to go clean it up. We still don’t know what that is. 

Nor do we know if she’s finished. I touched on that a little here [x] earlier, but it would be extremely coincidental for her to have just happened to be finished an hour after she’d been completely unable to answer an emergency call, and Siri is the type of person who would just drop everything and go find her Padawan, which seems like the most likely scenario. So that means that whatever ‘follow up’ she’s doing, it’s taking an awfully long time. 

And here’s another piece to factor in… For all we the audience know, Siri may or may not be wearing her typical unisuit. We’re given no description of what Siri’s wearing when she shows up to corner Obi-Wan. The only time we’re given a description of what she’s wearing is when she and Obi-Wan are undercover  with the headmaster at the school, and we’re told that they’re wearing traveler’s tunics. (“She indicated their traveler's tunics.”) Neither of them are wearing Jedi tunics -- now while Siri never wears Jedi tunics, her leather unisuit isn’t visibly ‘Jedi’ at all, and Obi-Wan also notes also that she “hadn’t done much to change her appearance, merely slicked back her hair more severely.” This means that there are really only three possibilities here as to where those traveler’s tunics came from. 1, Siri was already wearing one when she showed up, which would imply that she’d been wearing it on her other mission, and Obi-Wan found something suitable in his ship 2, Obi-Wan happened to have two conveniently sized traveler’s tunics on his ship and they both put them on to pull off his undercover idea to get into the school, or 3, upon hearing his idea, Siri had them go buy suitable attire. We never really see either of them discarding these tunics, despite the fact that if Siri was wearing it over her unisuit she could easily just pull it off and discard it once they’re in the pipes looking for Ferus. I’m inclined to think that it isn’t that third option; Siri is in a hurry to find Ferus. He’s been missing for hours at this point. She’s worried. She isn’t going to be wasting time going shopping. However, this is also Siri, who is incredibly talented at pulling off an undercover persona, and knows the importance of not looking like a Jedi when you’re pretending to not be a Jedi. (Siri, for example, is really one of the few people noted to never do the ‘puts a poncho on over her Jedi clothes and calls it undercover’ thing.) But back on the flip side, since Siri wears a unisuit, she’d need to be shopping for both pants and a tunic, or a tunic she can plausibly wear over her unisuit. More likely it’s the first or second, or some combination of both. Jedi probably keep a couple things in their ship, and an inconspicuous tunic seems like a smart thing to have on hand. It’s also possible that Siri is actually wearing a traveler’s tunic and Obi-Wan is wearing his Jedi tunic without the tabard or belt, and Siri’s authoritarian attitude is what really pulls off the ruse. And if Siri changed her entire outfit then Obi-Wan’s narration about how she didn’t do much to change her appearance other than slick back her hair… doesn’t really make sense. So I’m of the mind that she was already wearing it. Which is fairly significant for Siri, actually, considering that she’s almost always otherwise noted to be in her leather unisuit. 

So all of this means that: Siri was on some secret mission probably cleaning up the work that some other Jedi mission hadn’t been successful on, where she was most likely undercover in some sense, and definitely in pretty precarious and dangerous situations. This is probably the first time since her big undercover mission that she’s been alone on a mission like this. It’s implied that this is the first time that she and Ferus have been separated for any significant length of time (certainly for any sort of mission) and so while that’s significant for Ferus, who’s only a Padawan, it’s also significant for Siri. The last time she worked alone she was completely without Jedi backup for two years. It’s certainly implied that she was on her own this time, too, since she’s alone when she shows up to find Obi-Wan. Most likely, no one’s really supposed to know that there was some mission that went awry and that’s why Siri’s the one going to do the follow-up: she’s efficient, she’s lethal, and she also knows how to be in and out like a ghost. If they want it done without any trace of the Jedi having needed to go back and fix something that wasn’t done right the first time, there’s no question that Siri should be sent in. She doesn’t love that that’s her talent, but it really is. 

I know I started this with saying I was going to speculate onto what she was doing, and I haven’t actually said what she was doing with any specificity, but that’s the idea of what I think she was doing. I don’t really have anything more concrete as to ‘what,’ but I think the general idea is there. I’ve previously speculated that maybe it was some sort of follow up related to Zora, but I doubt that based on the time since that mission and also that this is in the Core. But it’s definitely clean-up work more than ‘follow-up.’ 

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Not gonna lie. I feel like I should rewrite Of Hands and Heartbreak. Cause like. I love the plot and the idea and the vibes but I. Kinda hate the writing if I'm being honest

Of Hands and Heartbreak (740 words) by Margin_Doodles Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Captain Rex & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Captain Rex, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: local ARC captain spends his time staring into fires and ruminating about life, Introspection, Character Study, (sort of), in this fic we take the time to explore my favorite duo dynamic in the entirety of tcw, alas, sue me, this may become a multichap eventually, but i am not sure yet, anakin and obi-wan briefly feature but they are a minor reference, so I didn't tag them, look man rex REALLY cares about his comrades okay Summary: When we couldn't sleep for all the heat, soft talk began to harden Miss your small hands in the palm of mine, the fact they're good at making Miss you sitting up incessantly and the fact you're always waking in the night -Keaton Henson, "Small Hands" Insomnia can make philosophers of us all, and ten-twenty year old ARC Captains are no exception.

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Tea or Caf? -  ii

Congrats again for your milestone! May I also request 2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed with Obi-Wan please? Thank you! 🥰💕

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A/N: Literally I had the time of my life writing this, and it’s officially my longest fic, and my first part ii to a fic that I’ve ever done! And it’s also the first one I’ve ever done with a (albeit very small) bit of spice, so I’m hitting some milestones today! I really hope that everyone likes this one!

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Tea or Caf? - Part ii

Prompt: #2 -  moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

Word Count: 1.8k (!!!) Pairing: Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader (Both of which are over-age!) Warnings: Mild spice with a reference to adult activities Description: After Obi-Wan goes missing on a mission, you find yourself deeply worried and lost without him.

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You sat by the window of your room, watching as speeders of all kinds moved through the skies of Coruscant. A red one was weaving around and through the traffic going a little faster than the others. A blue one had just taken a sudden dive towards the ground before it very quickly swerved back again into the lane, probably a learner. Every time you spotted a speeder that was a colour that wasn’t grey, you tapped your index finger on the side of your cup. 

It was a break that you needed, as the rest of your room seemed eerily grey currently. The lively green of the plant on your table, the blue covers of your bed seemed to pale even as the afternoon sun had come over. You turned your gaze to your cup where the tea, which had been boiling hot not too long ago, had gone cold. It was the only semblance of colour you had at the moment, a soft orange. A warm, comforting colour that served to remind you of another time. It wasn’t too long ago that you had argued the true worth of tea, but now you knew what he meant, about it calming the soul.

Of course, that was over 3 weeks ago. Following your mock argument over tea or caf, Obi-Wan had left with Master Qui-Gon to go settle a dispute of some sort on an outer rim planet. For the first six days, they checked in every afternoon at the same time, bringing news that all was well so far. On the seventh day, they missed check-in. This wasn’t out of character for Qui-Gon, but typically Obi-Wan would contact the council with some degree of news regardless, but alas, they heard nothing. And according to your master, that had been the last time they had heard anything from them. The days quickly passed and it wasn’t until the 17th day of no contact that they sent another Jedi team to go and find them. You had naturally volunteered, but your master had not permitted it. It wasn’t until you were both behind closed doors that she told you why.

“I fear your judgement may be clouded in this instance, Padawan. I think it best if you stay here.”

Of course she was right, it didn’t make you any less worried however. So when she left, she tasked you with busying yourself in the Halls of Healing as a distraction. It worked when you were there, because instead of being concerned for your Obi-Wan, you could be concerned with the well-being of other injured Jedi. Bant did everything she could to make you feel better, including coming to your rooms and helping you make dinner, or even just a touch on the shoulder when you needed it. There were a few nights where you’d both just sit quietly and wonder. She understood how you felt to a point.

While physically you felt fine, mentally, you were drained. Everything just seemed to feel so heavy without him, like you couldn’t share the weight anymore. Colours and tastes became bland, as the only thing you could think about was if he was okay.

You stood from where you were sitting and straightened out your robes. You placed the tea cup on the table and left the room, your shift in the Halls was starting soon and you’d prefer to be on time. The tea was cold anyway.

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The night shift typically dragged out, regardless if a Jedi master and Padawan were missing. It’s quiet, as everyone here is asleep or checking on pulses or blood pressure. These were the hours when you healers would do the menial tasks of data entry usually. That’s what you did anyway, entering in the most recent heart rate when the comm on Master Che’s wrist began to beep loudly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bant snap up at the same time as you.

“Healer Che?”

“Yes?” Her voice rang out clear despite being low in volume.

“They’ve returned with Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi,“ your heart skipped a- no more like 3 beats at the news. At some point Bant had approached you and was now grinning with a hand on your shoulder. Your stomach seemed to drop with relief and you shot out of your chair. Vaguely, you registered the voice asking Master Che for help, but you were almost too happy to hear. She pointed towards yourself and Bant and then gestured to the doorway before rushing out herself. In your stomach, you felt deep rooted concern, what if they weren’t in good shape? What if they were brushing against death?

As you ran out into the hall, you shoved the thoughts away, they have to be alright.

By the time you and Bant had made it to the hangar, Master Che had already taken over looking at Obi-Wan. She apparently had taken him straight to his room and left the two of you to check over Qui-Gon. The Master however, was mostly un-injured, only a few minor scrapes and bruises, and possibly looking slightly skinnier than what he had been when he left. This did not however, stop him from grinning and re-telling how the natives hadn’t taken kindly to the Jedi interfering with their dispute and promptly decided to take them both prisoners.

You had hoped that he would not notice, but you were nearly rocking on your toes, and your hands had the slightest shake, and there must have been a look of concentration on your face. He did, despite your hoping, notice and put a hand on your shoulder. His force signature seemed to wrap around you at the same time, projecting calm, peace and relief onto you.

“Obi-Wan is fine, mostly exhausted and hungry, but otherwise he wasn’t really hurt.” You felt your own signature sigh in relief and had to forcefully plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn’t run off to see him.

You sent Qui-Gon on his way not long after, and contemplated following to go and see your alive Obi-Wan, but ultimately decided that you should let him sleep tonight and just see him tomorrow, despite everything trying to drag you to see him. Entering the code to your room and stepping inside, a feeling crept up your neck and began to press on the base of your skull. Someone else is in here.

Your stomach lurched and your heart started racing as your hand moved to your lightsaber on your hip. Squinting into the dark, a figure near the window moved slightly. You reached out with your signature, trying to brush whoever was there, determine friend or foe. You didn’t expect to find a familiar signature instead wrap you up and rapidly tell you to calm down. Dropping your hand, your heart seemed to stop. The corners of your eyes started to burn hot.

“Obi?” He stepped forward and grinned, opening his arms up. You launched yourself at him, holding tight. “Force Obi! You scared me!” You pulled back to look at his face, and sure enough, it was free of dirt. There was a dark bruise on his cheek and his hair looked overly fluffy, like it had just been washed. You struck him on the shoulder. “Why the kark would you do that?” He rolled his eyes.

“Oh hi Obi, good to see that you’re alright,” you laughed lightly.

“Careful, if you roll your eyes any harder you’ll see your empty skull,” He mocked a gasp before kissing your forehead. “I missed you.” He seemed to sigh heavily and sunk into your arms.

“I missed you too.” You pulled away again and rested your hand on his bruised cheek. You frowned in concern.

“Are you ok?” He moved a hand to cover the one that was on his face, pulling it to his lips and kissing the tips of your fingers. A shiver ran down your back.

“I am now,” he stopped for a second before continuing, “I love you.” You felt your cheeks flush and a warm feeling settled in your chest.

“I love you too.” There was silence again, although, he was looking at you differently now. There was still the adoration, but it was mixed with something else. Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach churned with anticipation. Neither of you moved for a second, and then he lurched towards you, kissing you firmly on the lips. One of his hands was on the back of your ribs and the other was on your cheek now. When you kissed him back, his mouth parted slightly and another chill ran up your spine. You began stepping back, hitting the wall and pulling him with you as the kiss began to grow a little more feverish. He moved his lips away from yours and went to your jaw and then down your neck, still pressing into you, and pulled you away from the wall and around the room. You tilted your head slightly, and gasped out a quiet moan. He bit harder at the sound and moved you backwards faster, moving back up to kiss your lips again.

When your back hit the table, you barely registered the dull flick of pain. Your hands moved to the edge of the table as you felt yourself being lifted onto the table. Obi-Wan pulled away, looking at you with a silent question. You noticed the puffy red lips that you would surely have as well. You nodded once, and he wedged himself between your legs and kissed you once more. Once the robe was off your shoulders, he pulled back again to push the undershirt over your head. You felt him grin as he kissed you heatedly again. Your signatures had long since melted into each other as your bare chests pressed together. The tiredness was pulling at you both, but sleep could wait awhile you supposed.

BONUS:

At some point, you must’ve moved onto the couch, because you woke up with a thin blanket covering you and Obi-Wan missing. You sat up, wrapping the blanket around yourself just as he appeared in the doorway. You murmured out a greeting when he kissed your forehead, before spinning back around into the kitchen.

“Tea or caf?” You snorted under your breath.

“Is that even a question?” You could practically feel the amusement roll off his force signature.

“Sorry, I forgot you drink gundark wast-” Indignation and arrogance mixed with little sleep combined with amusement seemed to trigger the usual ‘conversation’ between the two of you.

“Excuse me? All you drink is leaf juice that tastes like s-”

“Leaf juice? How-“

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again; tea tastes like its come straight out of the sith hells!”