#Better idea: Make all three of them Temple Knights

[weatheredfailnot]

Rarepair ( 2 / ? ) - Ortefauchel, his unnamed wife with no canon design, and Handeloup

[palfriendpatine66]

WIP Wednesday - threesome fic

I'm 95% sure that this little intro to my still untitled fic for the More To Love event is as close to plot as this baby is going to get. (Hint: not very close at all)

(Obi-Wan Kenobi x Siri Tachi x Quinlan Vos)

Quinlan felt more charged with anticipation with every step that he took. He’d just returned from a months long mission that had felt so much longer. He preferred to work alone since his knighting; he luxuriated in the freedom to carry out his mission directives as he saw fit. But after so long spent in near isolation he was glad for some interaction and contact once more. He’d been happy to be met with smiles and hugs and friendly welcomes in the refectory, but an invitation for a different kind of contact had him beaming and clearing his spot before he’d even had dessert.  

<1138. ST>

The brief message – as direct and to the point as Siri was in all things – was all he needed. Fellow Knight Siri Tachi would be waiting for him at the utility room they had repurposed for such meetups years before, outfitting it with a discrete modified bio scanner programmed to only open for three individuals. The room had been Siri’s idea - she’d been sick of cramming into small spaces and the even smaller bunks standard issued to humanoid quarters in the Temple. Obi-Wan had been the one to find it and had somehow relocated multiple bedrolls and pillows to create an extra large fuck nest, although he’d taken immediate offense and refused to call it as such even still. And Quin himself had procured the bio scanner, making sure that even proficient slicers would have trouble authorizing an override without one of their biometrics input first. Enough to give them time to get dressed, at a bare minimum, anyways. He’d personally had one close call with Master Windu, nearly caught in what he thought was an empty training salle in which more than one kind of hand to hand was being practiced, and he never again wanted a repeat of the experience. 

Even though the scanner provided a sense of security he sent a wave of anticipation in the Force out ahead of him so Siri would be alerted to his arrival. He was recognized by the scanner and quickly stepped inside as the door skid open and then locked behind him with a soft but audible click. He was greeted by a sight he had expected and a sound that he had not. Siri’s pale ass framed in stunning contrast by her dark leather harness as she knelt on the bed made for a very warm welcome. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping was a surprise that went beyond Siri getting started without him; the hands that grabbed at her hips and a high keen let him know who else was present. 

“What do we have here?” Quinlan kept the surge of desire out of his voice, mostly, as he moved around the bed for a better view of scene unfolding before him.

[enigmatist17]

Gah Fox is in my head tonight!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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The Jedi Council are in an uproar when Anakin Skywalker tells them that Palpatine is dead, and not only that, but the very Sith they had been looking for.

After a solid three hours of yelling, someone gets an idea to go talk with this Commander Fox and ask what the kriff he was thinking.

They don't get that far.

Few clones were skilled enough to make the Jedi pause, and while the number was small, there was no mistake that they could be a threat.

Alpha-17 was one of these said clones.

He's standing outside the door that leads down to the Corrie Guard barracks, and the anger that is filling the Force is great enough to make even Yoda stop walking. He has his helmet on, but the way he slowly looks over at the mass of Jedi is telling enough, and Anakin presses forward with his hands raised.

"What do you want?" The alpha ARC trooper has every word coated with rage, yet kept his calm tone.

"Thire said Fox was down here, and they want to talk to him..." He starts, but the Knight shuts his mouth with a click of his teeth when the rage increases.

"Do you Jetti come here often?" He's done being professional, snarling at the group like a viper. The only one who seems to be spared is Plo, a ripple of affection surrounds the master underneath all the anger, and all the Jedi shake their heads. "You don't get to come to play savior nor inquisitor, so go back to your Temple."

The anger isn't pure anger anymore, it's a roaring protectiveness over Fox that not even Windu was stupid enough to ignore.

"We need to ask him questions..." Master Luminara begins, and Alpha-17 stares her down. "How did he know about..."

Senators who pass by in the distance silence what she has to say, and the clone regards them before pointing back the way they had all come.

"We will come to you. Leave...except General Koon and General Skywalker." Yoda motions for the two named to walk forward, and the rest of the Council quickly depart to await news. The rage has now drawn back to more of a simmer, and Alpha-17 points to the door that looked a bit worn compared to most of the Senate building. It becomes clear to Anakin that Plo had been here before, the master giving a shake of his head as they enter the area of those who patrolled Courscant and kept its citizen safe.

To be kind, it looks like shit.

The barracks of the Guard looked, for lack of a better word, more of an afterthought than a place to house hundreds of men. Anakin can see remnants of bloodstains that never got fully wiped up here and there on some walls, and the chill that runs down his spine makes him shiver. It's no wonder Fox thought he'd be killed, serving Palpatine and living in conditions like these?

For the second time within a few short hours, Anakin feels his blood boil in rage.

Alpha-17 finally pauses outside of a door, and regards the generals for a moment.

"Play nice, Prime adjacent is with him." Plo and Anakin share a look, and Alpha-17 stands aside to take guard by the door.

The room appeared to be some sort of office, its desk that was normally in the middle of the room pushed up against a wall to create some space in the cramped room. Fox was sitting in a chair against the far wall, head in his hands as he murmured something in the clones' language that far few outside of their circle understood. The hand on his shoulder belongs to a clone that few civilians of the Republic ever saw, one that only Anakin had caught sight of once himself.

"Captain Fordo." While he may share the hazel eyes found among millions of his brothers, neither Jetti had seen them sharper than a beskar blade nor colder than Ilum on a bad day. They seem to pass through the two as if examining their very core, and it takes a moment to realize it's more than just a physical examination.

"Generals." Fordo has withdrawn his probing before speaking, and Plo is quite impressed. "Do you need something?"

"We have questions, for Commander Fox." Plo remains in place as those eyes just stare, only for them to flicker over when Anakin took a step closer. "We can ask the easiest, how did you know?"

"I had my suspicions..." Fox sounds tired, and both Jetti can see that he's still suffering from Force exhaustion despite trying to hide it. "When he ordered us to hunt down Fives...I knew. None of us were in his office, and when that happens, it's usually corpse retrieval, sir."

"Corpse retrieval?" Plo sounds horrified, and wonders how they had been so blind. Imagining his children secreting away corpses while the Chancellor smiled and played audience, it made the older Jetti feel ill, and he sends out a feeling of love to both Fox and Fordo before he can help himself. Fox jerks like he's touched a live wire, and Plo does similar when he feels a rush of protective fury slams against him in the Force. Fox puts his hand over Fordo's, and the assault ceases immediately as the older clone averts his eyes to the younger commander.

That beskar sharpness fades into a soft adoration, just for a moment.

"What happens now?" For once, Fox isn't sure what his next orders were, nor what the blade he held in his hand meant.

"Right now, suppress the information as long as we can. You and your men will not be staying down here any longer." Plo Koon knelt down in front of the trooper, and carefully placed a clawed hand on his knee. "No one will harm you ever again, you have my word."

"Mine as well. Rex and the others can clear out some unused space so your men aren't...here." Anakin spat, glaring at a poor wall as if expecting it to change into something more homely.

"Really?" Fox finally looks up, and allows himself to feel a small bit of hope.

"Really, I can't believe you've all been stuck down here like this." The younger man scowls, but gives Fox a warm smile when he looks over.

"...yes sir." Fox doesn't feel his smile as a grimace for the first time in ages, and just leans into Fordo's touch as the alpha ARC begins to comm his men with the news.

He's fallen back into the Force with a blink of his eyes, and drifts among the stars that are each of his brothers' souls.

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Sun in eyes

BONUS COMIC REVIEW: 

Issue 17 mini comic: Marc Spector - The Worship of False Idols

You guys. You guys have no idea. This is it. This is the reason I fell utterly in love with Moon Knight. I'm so excited.

When I found Moon Knight (I'll get to that discovery in a later review) I just had to know who he was. I stayed up all night downloading and reading everything. 

When I got to this piece it must have been 3am and this is what made me obsessed. 

What's hilarious is that this mini comic comes at the end of a really dramatic Marc Spector heavy issue in which he's dark and angsty and violent. 

And then...You get this. This delightful idiot man that's just doing his best. 

Let's get into it! 

I wonder if this image of Marc might be what inspired Doctor Grant from the show. 

We open with Marc holding a machete and making his way through a jungle in South America. 

Narration: Long before there was a Moon Knight, there was Marc Spector. Though he wore but a single name, he operated under many guises... Soldier of fortune, treasure seeker, courier, mercenary, were a few of those guises. 

He was a man whom Moon Knight can now look back on with only slender pride - A strong man, yes, and thoroughly determined, but often a ruthless man, one who braved danger only for money. This is one of his stories." 

Such lovely narration. Painting a picture of a gruff killer for hire out for a buck and not afraid to get dirty for it. 

We see him hacking his way through a jungle and complaining the whole time. 

"Must've hacked my way through thirty miles of this green hell..." 

He had previously met with a drunken archeologist (probably at a bar) who told him about a beautiful ugly idol made of solid gold. 

He finds a clearing and there sits the idol 

He doesn't find this suspicious at all. 

There's going to be a lot of screenshots in this review. 

(flat in the dirt again.) 

The dog apparently belongs to an archeologist nearby. His wife comes out of the tent, remarking that he's probably out drinking again. (Marc's info source). 

She looks around and notices the Idol is missing. She shrugs and goes back to the tent. 

She has a busy day tomorrow if she's to keep looking for a big discovery that she thinks is very near. 

Marc wakes in a dark underground cavern. 

Now we get to watch this poor man try to think this through. 

"But I can't carry any more than I've already got.

Maybe I should substitute-take something else-something better...

No-The archaeologist in the bar said this idol is the choice one--the one that'll command the highest price from collectors and museums--worth far more than its weight in gold.

But if I leave now, I'll never find this place again. Not before those archaeologists do--and by then they'll have armed guards swarming this place... 

Got to decide now-cuz I won't be able to change my mind later..." 

Marc decides to keep the one he already has. 

He follows a draft and finds himself in a bat cave with Guano up to his calves. 

Oh Marc…Oh no…

Oh no.

Oh no

Marc no…

Marc no…stop…

Buddy…pal….Beloved hero of my heart…

I mean…He saves them. Marc isn’t as heartless as he thinks he is. Just cause he’s having a bad day doesn’t mean they have to have one too. 

And now… I give you my hero. The light of my life. My obsession. My sweet cheese. My good time boy.

Damn Marc, that’s a nice leg. 

Marc makes it back to the town. 

He staggers towards where he's staying, looking forwards to a week in bed and then cashing in his idol for the sweet sweet dough (get that bread Marc). 

Suddenly, his thoughts of rest are interrupted by someone shouting "Three Dollars American!" 

He looks over to see the archeologist and his wife talking. 

She admonishes him for taking so long to get back to the newly discovered temple....then asks him why he keeps guying the cheap plaster idols. 

Marc looks over to a stand with a man selling "Genuine Inca idols straight from the temple of the sun!"

This is Marc Spector everyone. Mercenary dark and tormented and angry and violent killing machine Marc Spector. 

The man that can’t forgive himself and that no one loves easily. A man that is hated and feared. 

I don’t read Moon Knight for the dark action. I read Moon Knight for moments like this. 

This is what made me fall in love. Not the white cape, the mental health, the DID, the religiously tortured soul, the hero that needs saving…

This man that is having the worst time and still he stumbles into the sunset because DAMN IT he worked hard to get there and he’s going to get something out of it… But at the end of the day, he’s no further along than the rest of us. 

He probably had a drink and went to bed after this. Maybe laughing to himself. Maybe laughing about all the close calls. Maybe crying a little. 

But he didn’t go back to rob the excavation site. He said “Not today. Not this time.” and went on with his life. 

And he told no one of this, because he’s Marc fucking Spector and he has a reputation. 

So I leave you with this. The best image of Marc Spector I’ve ever seen. The true meaning and mood of Moon Knight I’ve ever seen. 

This pretty much just sums up his life: 

(And somewhere, Khonshu looked at this mess and said “That’s the one. That’s the one for me. My son!”)

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Clone Wars Headcanon: A lost Fox

Cody knew the war affected the Vod’e, some more than others. He was no exception, nor was his batchmates.

He did what he could, making sure his brothers were fine and had the support they needed. He should have known that Fox would have hid his injuries

He should have known that Fox wouldn’t accept his help, not with how the relations were between the Corries and the GAR during the war

It was supposed to be the end: they were supposed to get their happy ending

Fox hadn’t commed him two weeks after the war ended and Cody was so busy trying to help displaced soldiers that he didn’t notice.

Two weeks turned into a month

A month turned into two

Two turned into half a year

The Jedi and Bail Organa as the new Chancellor helped will housing the soldiers and letting them start anew with jobs and even called in favors from several planets who were willing to help the Vod refugees

Many Vod left Coruscant to live on the different planets, finding new homes and starting new lives. Some kept as soldiers whether as policemen or bodyguards. Some even went the illegal route and took up bounty hunting, Ponds being one of them to keep an eye on Boba Fett

After all, Vod help Vod

Some went into baking and cooking, starting new businesses and a few went the entertainment route, helping write stories and starring in film and tv shows.

A couple were invited into the Jedi Council when they showed Force abilities, their biological age helping set the standards to be invited though most of the Jedi Council have elected to change certain rules not only to remove themselves from the senate but to improve themselves to avoid ever becoming a target for blind genocide

Rex stayed with Anakin helping with his children and through the divorce of him and Padme Amidala (who both agreed they were better off apart - Anakin needed to relearn who he was and where his morals lied and she had her own issues to work through)

Wolffe and his Wolfpack, with the help of Plo, began to teach at the Temple to show younglings, padawans and Jedi knights how to defend themselves more than with just a lightsaber and ways to escape when fighting isn’t the only option

Bly was able to court Aayla, them deciding it was best to see if they fit together past being in a war and Aayla showed him the Beauty of civilian life which he passed down to the Vod’e

Cody did his best helping so I-Wan, keeping him in check and ensuring he ate and slept and Obi-Wan did the same for him

It never crossed his mind to check on Fox until Thorn came to him, asking for help

He tried his best with the Corries but at the beginning, Thorn told him to leave it to the Corrie Commanders, asking for help when needed and taking time to rebuild the relations with Corrie and GaR

When Thorn came to him, he thought it was for another favor to reunite batchmates or another idea to have Corrie and GaR bonding sessions like the karaoke night and potluck

Not “I don’t know where Fox is��� nonsense

Cody furrows his eyebrows, confusion rising at the statement. “Is he on a lunch break?”

Thorn sighs as though Cody was dumb for thinking Fox took breaks. Or maybe it was for thinking he meant that he hasn’t seen Fox that day

“I meant since three months ago.”

Cody’s fingers twitches. That long? Why wait that long to tell him? Thorn must have understood the expression on his face because he added, “ I thought he was helping you.” He didn’t shift in his feet but his mouth was twisted in a way to show his discomfort. “I was checking with every Commander and Vod I knew if they saw him, checking the outposts we gave to if he checked in.”

Cody understands now why he didn’t come. It would be embarrassing and even demeaning if Thorn asked before checking, causing a scene for Fox’ disappearance only to learn he just moved to Naboo or Hoth or Tatooine

It would be embarrassing for Fox, especially if he wanted to start anew and Cody understands Thorn’s reasoning

Despite it, he still hates it and wishes Thorn just asked even if it brought embarrassment

“Where was he when you last saw him?”

Thorn’s jaw tightens at his hard tone and Cody knows he shouldn’t be mad, not with the fact that he didn’t notice or even think to check in either

It’s just as much his fault as it is Thorn’s

“His office.” Thorn scoffs, annoyance leaking in his tone. “He hardly left it, swarmed with paperwork from all our work.”

It makes sense. Who else would ensure the Vod receives back pay and citizenship and verification for the outpost and jobs and other documents that Cody had no doubt was needed to ensure smooth transitioning.

“He’s smart,” Thorn adds when Cody looks to his comm, sending an alert in the Command chat. “Got several droids to automate the work so nothing was left undone.”

It explains why everything was running so smoothly and quickly. Droids were quicker than a person could be when it came to paperwork.

“We’ll find him,” Cody assures and Thorn doesn’t quite believe him. Not with the way he keeps staring at the Marshall Commander. “What?” He snaps.

Thorn’s eyes quickly flicker to his armor, the small fox and wolf, yelllow paint and tiny blue Jaig eyes littering his vambraces.

“He was reconned before the end of the war.”

Cody closed his eyes, wishing he never heard the words spoken out of Thorn’s mouth. Grief pounds his heart as he thinks of how much he failed Fox during the war.

“What are you telling me this?”

Thorn’s eyes are hard, his face unreadable once more. His eyes flicker back down to the vambrace which Cody now knows is him staring at the comm.

“He hardly remembered me after each recon,” and don’t those words hit Cody in the chest like a heavy hammer. How often was Fox sent to be reconned like some…some defective clone? “I don’t think he remembers you as…”

As what? Cody wants to snarl but Thorn’s lips twist again, a mocking smile to his face. The joke he thinks is no doubt unfunny and Cody understands again why the Corries weren’t liked during the war

It’s not until later that he actual wonders: did Thorn come to him to actually inform him of Fox’s disappearance or because he needed help tracking his brother down?

“I’ll find him,” Cody promises as though he knows he can save Fox from wherever he ended up. A sigh escapes Thorn’s nose like a bitter, almost there laugh and Cody wishes no sooner that he could punch the man. He will find Fox because that’s what batchmates are for

Cody wonders later that night how long Thorn would have kept hidden Fox’ disappearance if he had nothing to worry about?

[sepublic]

            Actually, continuing off of an idea I brought up in my previous post…

         So imagine this alternate take for the Sequel Trilogy I’ve considered. Rey and Luke are interested in exploring the origins of the Jedi, and there are three planets in canon/legends contested as the origin of the Jedi order; Tython, Jedha, and Ahch-To. So what if they’re all true, in that each was the site of a pivotal development for the Jedi order’s creation? So naming one planet as the home/origin of the Jedi is true, from a certain point of view…

         If the first film of this redone Sequel Trilogy is introducing us to the conflict and new situation, following how Rey joins the Jedi, then the second will start delving into the Unknown Regions and their relation to the Jedi’s history. But first, Luke and Rey must learn backwards, using psychometry through the force to understand the story of the first Jedi (who I’m gonna make female, just because).

         Tython is a sensible place to start, near the core and the latest point in the timeline; There, they glimpse into the past and watch as travelers crash land on Tython. There, they meet people calling themselves the Jedi, led by their leader. She explains their whole deal, how the Jedi arrived here because Tython was so verdant in life, and thus a good place to connect with the Force. The Jedi demonstrate their kindness and compassion, and even recruit someone amongst this crew of explorers, that sort of thing.

         Next is Jedha, which is closer to the Unknown Regions, and away from the core. There, Luke and Rey watch as the first Jedi helps the refugees she rescued settle on this new planet; It’s a good place to hide as they flee from the persecution of the Knights of Ren. The first Jedi explains how she felt drawn to this place by the force, how she heard a singing, and uncovers kyber crystals.

         The vision skips forward a bit, and we see the invention of the first lightsaber; The first Jedi forges the hilt from blackened metal shards, mentioning something about how something that was used for attack can now be used to defend. The shards are melted and reforged into the casing that holds her kyber crystal, and the first lightsaber is ignited for the first time. This is the birth of the lightsaber, and the Jedi’s symbiotic bond with kyber, which fits since Jedha is known for being kyber-rich.

         We find out how a society has formed on Jedha, as people look into the nature of the Force. Not all are Force-sensitive, but most are interested in the teachings of the first Jedi that led them here. Tython is discovered, and the first Jedi wants everyone to move there instead, since it’s much better equipped to cultivate a bond with the Force; However, many are comfortable where they are. Rather than make people follow her, the first Jedi manages to compromise (instead of dealing in absolutes), deciding the civilization will remain on Jedha; But those who are force-sensitive and learning under the first Jedi, will go to Tython to learn there.

         There’s the unspoken implication that the term ‘Jedi’ originated as a description of these people who hailed from the world Jedha and considered it their home; And as these people were the ones who began and comprised this religious order, they became synonymous with it, hence the name Jedi for those who wield the Force.

         Finally, we bring it back to where it all started, on Ahch-To, located in the Unknown Regions. It’s a forgotten planet populated by the Lanai. Once again, psychometry is used at the site of the first Jedi temples… And Rey and Luke find themselves following a Knight of Ren, one wielding a katana. A threatening, masked figure, she and her fellow Knights butcher heretics on this ocean planet.

         But this Knight of Ren is separated from the rest after a battle, and nursed to health by local Lanai who still insisted on showing her kindness. Despite her insistence on suffering in pain, the Lanai argue that contrary to what the Ren dictates, pain is not noble; So take the painkillers. As she recovers, this Knight of Ren re-examines her relationship with the Force, connecting with the light side, meditating in nature, etc. Eventually, the other Knights of Ren find their missing comrade, and are ready to slaughter/indoctrinate the Lanai in the name of the Ren.

         But this Knight of Ren refuses; One of her former comrades fires a blaster bolt, and she swings her katana to deflect it. Being a metal weapon, it shatters into blackened shards… Her commander calls her by name, but she renounces it, choosing to return to her original name. And she announces it as she takes off her helmet, revealing… The first Jedi, whose name the audience, Rey, and Luke know by this point.

         Suddenly everything is recontextualized; The first Jedi was not some peaceful monk, not at first. She started off as a murderer and a butcher, a practitioner of the dark side… But through kindness and compassion that alleviated her suffering, she felt compelled to do the same. A weapon that had bathed in the blood of innocents was redeemed to protect others, and reborn into the first lightsaber, a tool of justice and defense. And I use a katana, since the Jedi are inspired by Samurai in real life; As are their techniques. So the implication is that the style the first Jedi used for her katana, she carried through to her lightsaber, which established a precedent for lightsaber techniques.

         The first Jedi is a parallel to Anakin Skywalker; Someone who killed in the name of the Dark Side, a masked villain who was injured. But when shown compassion, she redeemed herself, per Star Wars’ insistence on restorative justice and healing. She rediscovered her name after being given a new one in the service of evil. It’s a hopeful message, about how even the worst can become good, and how it’s never too late to change. The first Sith were rogue Jedi; The first Jedi was a rogue Knight of Ren. Like poetry, it rhymes.

         The first Jedi defeats the Knights of Ren, using just the force to pull their weapons out of their hands and crush them. The Knights of Ren attempt to attack with just their bare fists and the force, but the first Jedi is so powerful and attuned that she casually keeps them at bay. Humiliated and beaten, they retreat, but one does look back a final time; It’s implied this Knight of Ren is a friend of the first Jedi that is seen in the previous flashbacks, which happen after this event.

         The first Jedi thanks the Lanai, and decides something must be done about the suffering in the galaxy. She gathers the remains of her weapon and flies into space, determined to protect others from the Knights of Ren and their crusades, and bring balance to the Force. A few times she returns to Ahch-To to meditate, builds some humble huts and writes a few texts; But eventually she and a group of refugees explain their plan to escape to a planet beyond the reach of the Knights of Ren, one that ‘sings’ to the first Jedi… The Lanai appreciate, but turn down their offer to follow, as their home planet is important. But they will never forget the first Jedi, and tend to her legacy in her name.

        Rey and Luke return from their shared vision, stunned. This changes everything they’ve known about the Jedi order… But at the same time, reaffirms what they have known. With a new understanding, they become more attuned to the Force, Rey particularly, which sets them up for the big climax of the film.

[a-artist-a]

A Last Lesson (SWTOR FF)

Or: the Fall of a Jedi Master and the Rise of Darth Obscurus A Jedi Master betrays his oaths and his order, but most lasting of all is the scar seared into his padawan's heart. How did he fall? Was it a day or a lifetime?

Ancient doors groan as their locks crack open; the first light, the first air after millenia of darkness and silence reaches the chambers. Thick slabs of stone tower over his head, marked by a forbidden script, yet one he was permitted to learn. A young man steps forward, eager. His master commands him to wait.

Dust and sand swirl around their feet. Every step is pure danger, the traps hidden in the tomb deadly, especially to Jedi: a poison that will cut off your connection to the Force, a spell that will cast a dark shadow inside you. The light burns inside them, the darkness cannot hide. All will be revealed, all will be destroyed. (It is too late, the seed planted.)

He is proud to recognize that this place is even older than they thought. The lines carved into stone pulse beneath his finger and he craves knowledge for there is no ignorance. (Wonoksh Qyâsik nun.)

The first step is taken. Success after success followed by more and more danger, until the zenith: the rumored burial site of Nihilus.

The sweltering heat drags them all down, robes clinging to his body, sweat and blood. Three suns burn above, three graves lay below. Burns mark his arm, rope and lightsaber. Death sings its dark song in the Force. Blood pools around his legs, the only fluid they have. Everything is pain.

Hatred (the Council for sending him here, his Master for dying and himself for being too weak to stop it), rage (they'll die for this, they'll pay for this, he'll kill them!) and bone-deep sorrow (no attachment, no attachment – no weakness, no pain) force his heart to keep beating.

He is the only one to survive.

Afterwards they declared him a knight. He should have been happy, grateful even, but there was no-one to brag to, no-one to be proud of him. He smirks at his no-longer-fellow padawans, tries to feel as he should and yet – he looks at his left side and emptiness is the only answer.

At last the mission succeeded, right? It is all that matters. It must. (It must be worth it.)

Knighthood turns into Mastery, restrictions into freedom and yet more restrictions. Doors open for him: the Temple Guard let him go deep into the archives. Holocrons open for him, his accent is apparently horrible but he improves quickly with so much training. There in the secrets of the order he finds knowledge (- power. It could have saved them.)

They give him a padawan and he stares at this not-quite adult, now his responsibility. He has no idea what to do with her, but he can see her pain like storm clouds around her and he tries.

Attachment is weakness and yet, he cannot let her go. She is so fragile. A wrong word could shatter her and he holds more power over her than over his own life. (He dreams of her grave. How many suns burn above?)

When she wants to introduce him to her friends and looks like she is expects punishments, he tries to smile and not be bitter. His left side is empty but his right is not. For a time he knows peace. With her he learns more than with his own Master, from cooking to psychology and a hundred new ways to break.

A new scar on her is what breaks him.

He needs to mediate, to make someone bleed, to calm down, to become better than he ever was. The wrong words come to him, tangled in his head: There is no peace, there is only emotion.

Where is the light? Where is the dark? Shadows surround him. The shore is nowhere in sight. He drowns, he dreams and he wakes.

On the next morning he petitions the council for her knighthood. It takes long, too long and he cannot ignore the call for much longer. Fear settles into his bones. He must hide. Another week, another month and he will answer. Just a little more time.

But he has no time. In the midst of battle, all alone with his enemy, the blade bites deep and he will not die today, no matter what it takes. At last, power answers his call. His blood surges. His enemy dies and he is praised for his skill. It is all a lie. He keeps using it.

Like recognizes like. An offer is made. An offer is accepted. Still, he waits. She deserves knighthood before she has a traitor as master. She asks him if he is alright, tells him he looks sick. Never has he been so relieved he has no eyes to turn red. The terror grows.

One day he wakes up and stares at her and knows if he does not leave now, he'll take her with him down. Some nights he dreams of burying her in a tomb on Korriban. She would hate it, he thinks and prepares to break her heart.

Getting the drugs is easy, using them is hard. She is the only thing binding him to the order, a more personal betrayal and he must at last leave her behind. For all her paranoia she does not check her meal when he is the cook and she falls asleep. But not without knowing. The Force is alight in flames before her eyes fall shut. He steps over her body. (First he lays her out comfortably.)

The shadows do not let their own go, ever. He must die and so he does. (He doesn't want to kill the fools sent after him.)

Years later, a Jedi Master chases him across the battlefield, mad with grief and betrayal. It would be a good death but – (he cannot let her burden herself with his death.)

When he seals the doors of his own secret archives and hides himself in darkness to acknowledge the light he locks away just like he did with the darkness once, then at last he knows regret.

But it must be worth it. It must. Even if both his left and right side is empty.

[cryptidblue1]

Reversal of Fate (It is Never Easy)

Title: Reversal of Fate (It is Never Easy)

Chapter: 1/??? ( Chapter List Post: Here )

Fandom: Hollow Knight

Chapter Character(s): The Pure Vessel/Sealed Vessel, mentions of Radiance, mentions of Ghost/Hollow Knight, mentions of Hornet

Chapter Warnings: Canon typical violence, gore, body horror, psychological torment, time shenanigans, Hollow (Sealed Vessel) is not having a good time and likely is not going to have a good time for a long while.

Chapter Summary: A cycle, a circle to not be broken until one or the other meets their end, or until another takes their place in this routine. Yet, unbroken circles repeat, and even one who is meant to be empty has wishes that may or may not be heard. For better or worse.

So, this may or may not ever be finished because oh god it's been ages since I did anything fandom related, but this idea would not leave my head after playing Limbus Company and reading the asks of @dairyfreenugget regarding their sixth knight AU and it made an idea go off in my head. Because the vessels are creations of three gods, and PV contained a fourth...what if this and the fact that they basically built their entire existence on saving people unlocked something in them.

Aka I'm torturing PV with being stuck in a timeloop until they figure out it is a timeloop they can control and then giving them the ability of Dante from Limbus Company to make things even worse/better.

Drip…Drip…Drip…Drip…

It was a constant almost hypnotic noise in the black and silence that was the egg. A black that remained, even with the harsh glow of infection as it spread and took root within the walls of the temple. Within them.

Drip…

It was a blackness that comforted them, even as it also cut deeply into old wounds when She would remember their existence and throw Herself at the confines of their mind and existence in shrieking rage and deep, deep hatred.

Drip…

Soothing and reminding of the only home that they could freely claim as home. The Void they had foolishly climbed out of in their curiosity and stubborn want to see what the light was that softly glowed above them and their siblings.

Drip…

What a fool they had been, they had known they would never be what the Pale King needed, what Hallownest needed. They had never been Pure. They had failed before they had begun, because they had wanted to please and that had been their greatest flaw. Nothing truly empty can ever want.

(Nothing empty can ever love, but was that such a horrible thing? To be alive and thus want what all that live want?)

Drip…

Existence in the egg was a cycle, a pattern, a routine…bone deep agony throbbing in time with the drip of infection leaking slowly and steadily from their own body, mixed with the crushing solitude and guilt of what they were failing at, breaking at. Then She would appear either a steady creep of orange tinting the inside of their mind until it was all they could see, or a rushing and crushing tide that buried and drowned them in Her anger and rage until they choked and sputtered on it. Only for Her to grow bored or find something else interesting outside of them, amidst the connection of infected that roamed the corpse of Hallownest.

SILENCE

Something cracked within them, the pain much like when their arm had burned and been pulled viciously from socket as the infection had clung and pulled like garlands on the walls when they had first slipped and She had rushed to push and shove Her influence into the world outside of the dark that was their existence. Yet they felt nothing give or fall, or felt the…amused satisfaction that She had given when She began to be able to break them both in dreams and in the physical. No, something else had happened and they had no clue what as images and sounds flooded in overwhelming in the silence that had suddenly overtaken. Amidst this was the feeling of being whole, but that was impossible. They had been brokenbrokenkilledSIBLINGRUNAWAY.

Silence

They dreamed in the dark, whole and still holding on to the facsimile of being a Pure Vessel. They dreamed of another so familiar and small. Of this tiny Ghost who had appeared and roamed the dying roads of this Kingdom they had failed to protect and in the end stumble on a way to them and they could not stop what She made them do, even in death their corpse was Her puppet and Ghost had fought and won and the chains had taken them and sealed them away with Her inside and they had SCREAMED.

Drip…

Ah, their mask was cracked again and they could feel the pain and pressure as the infection leaked and clung from the socket down their arm before creeping, pulling as it attached to a wall and yanked. The pop deafened by Her shriek of triumph as they felt the swell and flow of the infection seep and ooze somehow out of the egg and back into the minds and halls of the kingdom.

Drip…

Yet it was and wasn’t what they knew. They had felt this before hadn’t they? What of the dreams of a sibling? Oh, there was a sibling that escaped, a sibling that yet lives? Was this just a new dream of Her making? No, there was no triumphant over this new torture. No remarks or goading. What was it then?

Drip…

What was it then?

Drip…

The cycle repeated. Again, and again. Dark to Light to Dark to Light. Solitude to Pain to Solitude to Pain. Over and over.

Drip…

Over and Over.

Drip…

(The cycle reverses, yet the one it is meant to help is unaware. How long Hollow Knight, will you repeat your penance before you see?)

What?

SILENCE

A crack and images again, but different. They were whole and alone in the black of the egg once more. Yet the dreams were the same and yet different. The sibling the Ghost again, arriving and exploring and seemingly set on a path to open the temple. Yet it was different things were different while still the same and they were fighting dreams and they learned, and there was scarlet light flickering like flames in the shadows and tents of red and black in that little town above the well. They fought again and tried desperately to make their sibling fleefleelfee yet it did not end with their death and the sealing of their sibling. No, the gendered child, little Hornet, all grown and capable, had bound their infected fueled corpse and Ghost had done something and there was orangeorangorangeorange. She had died and they remembered helping void in the orange helping to hold Her still. Then they had shattered and faded, but were back here alone with Her in the dark.

Tick…Tock…Tick…Tock….Tick……Tock………….Tick………………….

Drip…

(What is it that you are truly wishing for? Deep in your heart that you would accept the pain of hell to see it come true?)

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

I'm not a huge fan of emphasizing genetic inheritance when it comes to force sensitivity, in general, partly for those reasons. (it makes it more harry potter for me). In my defense I do want to say that while the OT did depict it as a genetic inheritance, I think the prequels introduced a certain amount of ambiguity there, muddying the waters. When Anakin became a creation of the force and destiny, and the jedi were adopted from anywhere without reproducing themselves, this undermined the idea that it was genetic first and foremost. The nebulous will of the force absolutely was invoked, here!

Even with a certain amount of blood inheritance, I can watson my way through this (:D). 1. the exact issue you bring up, where it might lead to dynasties, might in itself be something the jedi aren't keen on, ideologically.

if threshhold passing midi-counts are actually not all that uncommon - which they might not be! Considering that the jedi aren't depicted as scrabbling for recruits, and that the one time we see a jedi talking to a parent of a potential initiate, he's emphasizing that it's a hard life- Qui Gon did not exactly act like salesmen here. There's got to be a lot of parents who decided not to send them. It's reasonable to guess that only a fraction of children who technically qualify ever became jedi. If so there's not actually a pressure to have biological children, for a jedi.

They're just not expansionist as a culture. There's not a great drive to convert people, and there's not a great drive to go forth and populate the galaxy. They're just doing their thing without trying to endlessly expand their numbers.

What if there's a genetic element but it's not that strong? What if a jedi had three children and only one of them could connect to the force? Maybe they decided that it would create a kind of caste in their community, by having some children who could be trained as jedi knights, while others could not. If a jedi had a child who wasn't force sensitive, would they think the temple was an ideal environment, knowing they had this disconnect from their peers, possibly a mirror of the disconnect from their own peers before they came to the temple? These are all practical considerations. And while disney has been skewing younger for knighthood, making it more often a sort of high school graduation, the prequels also had Obi Wan as a padawan at 25. That's old enough to be making a decision about whether to have biological children or teach a temple child.

The one child we do see brought to the temple is Anakin, who comes from slavery, and had a mother advocating for him going there. It's a big galaxy, and there probably are a fair number of children who don't really have better options. There could have sometimes been an attitude that they should focus on these children who end up with them by fate.

Back to ideology, maybe the whole thing of jedi coming from all walks of life from any corner of the galaxy is a deliberate choice. Which would be greatly undermined if they were all out creating dynasties.

Okay all the previous ones were based on canon. I'm about to go wild with an abandoned concept art, which was about Padme's pregnancy getting deeply weird and her consulting Yoda about it. Which got me thinking: what if the danger surrounding Padme's pregnancy had been real and caused by the force. What if there were statistical risks for force sensitive pregnancies, which the jedi were aware of, and therefore avoided. It's a different story, which is why it's not canon. Anakin and Padme would have then been taking a reckless risk with her life, not just their careers. His visions would have been more truthfull and less his trauma and anxiety talking. Not canon! But something I have thought about.

.........Anyway. You know, I think Luke having a relatively small pool of adults vs kids does kind of work with the situation? Because the empire systematically hunted down a lot of force sensitive children, there would be (relatively) fewer of them than there might have been. Combine that with the way it's suggested that force training is harder as an adult and that the sensitivity fades if it isn't nurtured… (sidebar: war and instability would also generate a lot of orphans and desperate parents, but that would maybe be balanced with the jedi themselves being a risky prospect rather than a hope for a better life, what with the persecution)

I'm toying with the idea of the jedi indeed having a taboo against trying to engineer or select for force sensitivity in babies. Less about 'creating life' and more about… eugenics, kind of.

I can imagine that in the long history of the galaxy, there could have been attempts to find genetic sources and engineer them, attempts to clone them, and other kinds of eugenics programs trying to create super-powered babies, attempts to establish dynasties of force wielders. Experiments done to children to try and induce it (and by that i don't mean like what Ahsoka was doing with Sabine). The creepy possibilities are endless.

And there's the sith in particular, of course. Palpatine was the one waffling on about unnatural force experiments, and his specific interest in both Anakin - who's origins are mysterious - and later in Luke - who is certainly powerful, but he's far from the only force user he could toy with, and yet he seems exceptionally interested in Anakin's lineage - is also full of creepy possibility.

The jedi seem to take the attitude that the force shows up when and where it shows up, and it's a gift when it does. They themselves engage in no attempts to propagate it. I feel like this could exist alongside a history and precedents of eugenics, with a taboo growing partly out of that.

[jasontoddiefor]

A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.

[padawansuggest]

Okay let’s expand on an idea I told you guys about before because this would be so hilarious I would die.

Tag and Bink are found by Padme’s parents before they can escape to try and hitchhike back to Coruscant, her parents are like ‘oh god wtf’ and call up the Jedi. Yoda and Mace take one look at these baby trouble makers and goes ‘??? Idk???? Those look like yours???????’ And now Padme has two younger brothers. Tag and Bink’s new parents (and older sisters) are really nice and willing to put up with the dumbest antics with a *shakes head* ‘they’re a little… you know… not all there in the head’ and everyone is like ‘oh bless their hearts’ and thinks they’re cute.

One day a year into the clone wars, Padme’s mom needs to visit the inner rim and asks Tag and Bink if they wanna go to Coruscant to visit their old crechemates (they will be looked at super hard by the temple guards, before being given visitors passes that everyone is just pretending about and sent off to the creche playrooms to chill with their friends (Cal is devastated to have to see them again, and Reva, who is 8 rn, is like ‘owo how’d you get adopted like that???’ And it’s all delightful) but then they get brought back to the senate and left on the front door like ‘lol, have fun kids!’ And set off to find big sister Padme.

Padme gives them ice cream and the ensuing sugar rush causes destruction of an epic proportion that leads to the chancellor getting a painful concussion, which makes him confused and lash out, which makes every Jedi on the planet know he’s a Sith, and Padme just quietly ushers them away when her poor fellow Nabooian gets confused and thinks her sweet baby brothers are trying to hurt him, saying she’ll come check up on him when he’s feeling better.

Palpatine is arrested at that point and given extreme force suppression chemicals so he can’t hurt anyone ever again.

Tag and Bink are found in Dex’s diner when Dex shouts out ‘Order 66’ and three clones try to attack Kenobi and Anakin. Tag and Bink hit all three of them over the head with a frying pan and excitedly say this is like that time Jango tried to attack them in Dex’s diner too. Obi-Wan and Anakin are extremely concerned and bring Cody, Rex and Alpha back to the temple where the clone chips are found, and they start working on getting all clone chips removed.

Tag and Bink have had a very big day! They played with their friends! They had ice cream and made Palpatine trip down two flights of stairs! They outed a Sith! They went to lunch with Padme’s husband (whom they have never met before no not them they have never seen newly Knighted Skywalker before who says they have???) and had to save them from an attack!

It’s time to go back to Padme’s office for a long needed nap and call to their new mom to tell her about their big day.

[nevertheless-moving]

Follow-up to my previous ask: do Jedi who want/need to have a wedding or HELP with a wedding eventually learn to turn to Anakin for research? "Yeah, I was asked to officiate something on Alderaan, but I have no idea what the right way to--" "LET ME GET THE DATAPAD do you know who's getting married? What's the bride wearing? Does the groom seem happy? Are they in LOVE or is it political?"

this is a hidden side of Anakin that most Jedi never see, but the ones who do can never unsee it. like most people at the temple think he avoids creche duty because he doesn’t like babies (which valid, a lot of jedi struggle with infants, jedi babies shout and also shout). until they get a random mission with him where anakin has to rescue some orphans and when it’s time to let go of the baby because ‘you’re a general and he’s a baby who has to go to orphanage’ he starts visibly crying and runs off for a little while, coming back scowling at everything and Luminara’s like yikes ok that’s what that face means and also he has some attachment issues with babies got it not going to say anything.

It’s the same thing with weddings where he’ll bitch and complain and avoid those diplomatic missions but when he gets them he shows up with several datapads about that regions religious history and textile industry and Cere Junda is impressed because she always heard skywalker was a bit of slacker on mission prep. then during the flight she realizes that all of the research is hyperfocused on weddings, nothing about the treaty that it’s supposed to be signifying, or the generations of war, except where relevant to wedding planning. 

So Knight Junda is running around foiling assassination attempts and talking to war councilors convincing them that mutually assured destruction is not a sustainable tactic of peace and convincing them to go along with the republic supervised demilitarization. 

Meanwhile Anakin is micromanaging the floral arrangements and having long spa day with the first groom where he gets him incredibly hyped up about the concept of marriage as the start of the next phase of his life, which is sort of helpful but also not because the first groom was in an affair with a high level priest and now he’s nobly broken it off because “He’s going to be a married man!” and the priest is pissed. Seemingly simultaneously, he’s harassing the kitchen because they’re not paying attention to the the second groom’s family’s dietary restrictions dear force don’t you know there’s a cultural taboo against flightless avians?!?!? That night he has a long conversation with the bride-to-be’s mother which does prevent one of the assassination schemes but Knight Junda is too busy fighting off lizard ninjas in the sewers to appreciate that right now.

The day of the wedding Junda has two fractured ribs and is gaping at Anakin who just stormed into medbay (this is the first time she’s seen him in a week), manhandled her into some awful velvet version of her robes and marched her to the ceremony. She’s too exhausted to fight back against this manic side of Skywalker and this will go in her very strongly worded report.

They get to the ceremony and maybe it’s the painkillers but the other knight is reluctantly blown away and the guests are in awe. The clearing radiates love and serenity in a way only usually the home of a 40-year blissfully married couple can. It’s an outrageous use of force imbuing and if Junda wasn’t partially under it’s affect she would be more disturbed. 

two of the senators that had been at loggerheads this whole kriffing mission are holding hands and sitting next to each other. The acoustics are inexplicably good for an outdoor ceremony and the choir is angelic.

A ripple of gasps pass over the gathering as a perfect cascade of sun showers begins immediately before the opening ceremony, a soothing patter on the fabric canopy above. The rain fades away softly as the three begin to say their vows, not quite soaking through the covering, a clear sign of divine blessing.

Knight Junda has to fight the urge to scream because Knight Skywalker just clearly used the force to alter the weather, a force practice that she’s only familiar with in legend, legends that spoke of 100 Jedi Masters working in tandem to alter barometric pressure, and Anakin is making subtle shoeing motions with his hands and the clouds are moving away is no one else seeing this.

No one else is seeing it of course because they’re too focused on the perfect vows and the gorgeous ceremony and the ceremonial exchanging of ribbons and oh lords above that was a grace winged hawk trio that just passed overhead the ultimate symbol of harmony!

Afterwards, the high triad and their associated councilors send a glowing mission report to the high council who is very pleased. They specific mention how helpful and incredible that remarkable anakin skywalker was, a little intense but gosh the results!! Please send him for all our weddings!

Cere Junda is standing before the council wrestling with herself because she wants to complain but Skywalker did end up fulfilling a critical need of the mission, but she would have preferred if he had explained his rationale better because in the moment it seemed like he was coopting the assignment for his own pleasure, and, in fact, she’s still not convinced that his success was entirely intentionally and not just a happy outgrowth of his obsessive behavior. 

So that’s what she says. And the council draws their own conclusions about who-did-what with the ninja fighting and the mother-of-the bride soothing. 

And she doesn’t ever explain to anyone what it was like to walk into a room expecting to get help with aggressively negotiating with a governor only to be surrounded by floating pastries while Knight Skywalker and several strange matronly women squealed at each other at a pitch she didn’t know human males could reach.

And when the council asks if they would recommend sending Anakin on another wedding-involved assignment she simply gives a carefully neutral non-answer. And when Master Tiin comes back from the joint mission looking vaguely shellshocked she just quietly pulls him aside so they can joint meditate what the fuck what the fuck at each other.

[chaoticevilbean]

An (Un)Official List Of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do

Originally written by Ayala Secura

Blow people up with his mind on accident

Anakin expressed concern over his lack of emotional control. He gave many examples of normal problems that can arise from this. He then casually added one that is not common, usual, or even plausible for known Jedi. From his recollection, he would often cause beings who enraged him to spontaneously and violently combust.

I did my best to reassure him that such things were considered unusual, but weren't reason for him to be fearful. At the time, I simply didn't wish to increase his worries. I did maintain that the exploding of beings is very bad, and that he should work on finding ways to productively release such strong emotions.

I apologize here for the "renovation" of the hangar. (Secura)

Hear as far as the length of the Temple (without meditation)

Amendment: Hear as far as the diameter of Coruscant (without meditation)

Anakin once again was expressing concerns over his lack of control. He also complained that it was causing him headaches. Upon my questioning, he explained that he could hear the younglings playing on the other side of the Temple. I tested this by having us stand on either end of the longest part of the Temple we could reach. I asked if he could hear me (without a comm) and he responded that he could (using a comm).

Later, when he was still within the Temple, I found myself on a mission with my Master. It was not a very rushed assignment, and I began humming. Upon my return to the Temple, Anakin asked me if I knew what song it was, humming the exact tune I had. Apparently, he had been walking with his own Master and had heard me, though he hadn't been focusing enough to identify what he was doing. (Secura)

Smell differences within water despite being a non-variant Human

Smell differences within air despite being a non-variant Human

He accompanied me to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was a normal walk through the gardens, until we came across one of the smaller ponds. He commented that someone had cleaned it recently. When I asked how he knew, he explained that it smelled different.

He and I were sitting within his quarters. We were simply chatting when he complained that someone had messed with the ventilation without alerting him or Knight Kenobi. He could smell the air was slightly different than before. As he put it, the smell wasn't the problem, but the lack of communication was.

Both instances, he couldn't elaborate on what exactly the smells were, nor how he knew what each one meant. He simply knows these things. When tested with some other Padawans, the only ones that came close to knowing such things were Nautolans, out of a base group of 15 species. The experiment is listed in the Archives as Liquid and Gaseous Change Detection. (Secura)

Eat death sticks without consequence

Both of our Masters brought us to the lower levels in order to fulfill a mission. Anakin and I were left in a corner booth, with instructions to remain there and cause a commotion if someone attempted to harm or harrass us.

I looked away for TEN SECONDS. Ten seconds, and he was being offered a death stick by a clearly intoxicated individual who had no sense of what should and shouldn't be given to a barely ten-cycle-old. Anakin had no experience with such things. He had no idea what he was being given, and managed to get instructions to pour the liquid into his fizzyglug within the fleeting moment I was not paying attention.

He consumed it, chugging the liquid when I attempted to order him to stop, and then take it from him when he didn't listen. The individual who gave him the death stick had the sense to begin to panic, finally realizing Anakin's youth. However, Anakin finished off every drop with nothing but a smile. I got our Masters attention, but even after taking him to the nearest medcenter and runnign multiple scans, there were no signs of any harm. I have received significant therapy for that event, and Anakin has since been informed to not take anything from strangers. (Secura)

Generate electricity on levels that a (non-variant) Human cannot perform (without a health declination)

He was making his hair do that weird static thing that Human hair does every time he got excited. He also kept causing screens and pads to glitch or turn off whenever he picked them up while in a similar state. A solution of temporary insulating gloves and frequent reminders helped him gain control. (Secura)

Communicate words through the Force with minimal bonding

Amendment: No bonding is necessary for this form of communication, and is possible within the expanse of the Temple

Amendment: Communication is possible over most distances

He asked me if Aayla was available to study (with the Force) because his mouth was full and he'd already been told off that day. (Vos)

Skywalker told me that my Padawan was experiencing a panic attack from across the Temple. No bond existed between us before or after the interaction. (Fisto)

Skywalker informed me of a mission delay over several systems. He explained later that he was attempting to prevent his Master's worry about informing the Council and knew I would inform the other members for Kenobi. (Windu)

Consume raw meat (without a health declination) despite being a non-variant Human

Nervous to eat lunch alone, he was. Asked to eat together, I did. Showed him the kitchens, I did. Ate five live frogs, he did. Proud, I am. (Yoda)

I handed him a rodent I had found within my quarters, asking him to hold it so I could call someone. I was going to call a being who could help me prevent further instances and get rid of this rodent. I needn't have worried about relocating or disposing of the creature, though. I remember hearing a loud squeal, then turning to find Skywalker trying to tear away the fur of the rodent. He had no notion that it was an unusual habit for a Human. (Ti)

Jump into the Temple vents without using the walls

Amendment: Without using any aid

Amendment: Jump in/out of the Temple vents and on/off obstacles of similar height without any aid whatsoever

He's proved this multiple times over various training excercises, and occasionally his attempts to avoid said excercises. There's footage of it from the Temple's cameras. He has no regard for safety when it comes to jumping off of ledges, cliffs, or roofs/out windows. Caution advisory does nothing. (Kenobi)

Send emotions through the Force without a bond

Amendment: Send emotions without a bond, over great distances, with extreme precision and without any meditation or prior preparation - such emotions will likely be magnified upon reception, and can cause fainting, among other symptoms

Upon the death of notable Jedi Master Pak'll Tiffn, I had decided to participate in their culture's traditional week-long mourning practices. Near the end of this, young Skywalker asked me why I seemed so "down". I explained my grief at the death of Master Tiffn, and he continued to question me on the cause of my "distress". When he discovered I had technically finished the practices an hour before, he sent such a strong wave of excitement to me that I found it hard to not smile for the following three days.

I also found myself wishing to work on starfighter engines, which I attribute to the excitement being of Skywalker's creation. (Tiin)

I had a migraine while on a mission. Skywalker sent me a wave of comfort that caused me to pass out. He has since been informed that he should not interact with Jedi in the field unless he is certain they are in a safe enough position to do so. (Windu)

Accidentally cause plants to grow at a visibly accelerated rate

Anakin fell asleep in the Room of a Thousand Fountains while attempting to meditate. Upon my arrival, I found the grass already past my knees in height, and several nearby shrubs beginning to flower. I write my apologies here to the caretakers of the Room, and express my gratitude that none of you commented on it. (Kenobi)

Accidental levitation whilst walking

Amendment: Accidental levitation whilst walking, running, and other movement in which one is not standing/sitting/lying in a singular place

Witnessed during sparring practice with Master Kit Fisto and Master Ki-Adi Mundi

Bypass shielding enough to receive a clear perception of a being's emotions

I was working through some guilt over a recent mission and the requirements to fulfill it. Anakin walked over and did his best to comfort me without any understanding of why I was feeling that way, but knowing exactly what I was feeling. Throughout our entire interaction, my shields remained firmly in place, and strong enough that he really shouldn't have been able to even know where I was.

Oh yeah. He came from across the Temple to find me. He bypassed my shielding from across the Temple, without realizing his actions, and did so with better precision than a fully trained Master. (Vos)

Carry items of any weight without strain from channeling

According to Skywalker, the only trouble he has with lifting all the furniture in his quarters is he has to focus on the act while also looking for his missing holopad. (Koon)

(regarding previous entry) Reminds me of the time he lifted all the ships in Hangar 6 in order to find a single wrench, which was in somehow within the vents. (Billaba)

Cause a building-wide power outage from a nightmare/vision

Incident recorded as Padawan-induced. (Nu)

Bite through beskar when curious

Taste the strength of metals

Skywalker is no longer allowed in the forges without someone actively supervising him and him alone. He saw a piece of beskar I had managed to aquire. He was curious about the ore, due to it being unknown to him. I caught him with it in his mouth like some youngling sneaking a cookie. Apparently it tasted really strong. I thought he meant the taste was pungent, until he said that even durasteel didn't taste as strong. (Ria)

Heal minor personal wounds immediately, within a few seconds and without discernible energy usage

Heal major personal wounds immediately, up to halving recovery time and with lessened energy usage

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

Accidentally mind trick crowds of 20 or more

Amendment: Untested limit of how many can be affected, although the effectiveness of the tricks varies between individuals, and can reach up to 50 beings (recorded)

Note to all those who may serve a diplomatic mission with Skywalker: he can safely diffuse mobs, protests, and other upset crowds. He will need time to calm his own emotions afterwards, as it is (theoretically) his increasing anxiety that causes such effects. (Fisto)

Learn a language after hearing it only once

Amendment: Anakin will not know this is happening. He will simply begin to speak the language back at whoever spoke it to him.

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

All Jedi are now welcome to add to the (Un)Official List of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do. All editors are asked to put some form of a source, even if such source is simply a page-long rant about Padawan Skywalker's habit of not checking if a substance should be poisonous to him (condolences to Knight Vos).

Please also include some sort of identifier to connect each edit to the being(s) who created them.

Sincerest gratitude and condolences to all Jedi who find themselves editing this file. (Secura)

[bumbleklee]

windblume confession(s)

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | pregnancy series

request: (@illusory-torrent) can i ask the meaning behind your url?? just curious. and could i also please request some kaeya and albedo getting competitive over the reader? reader can be gender neutral, i just wanna see my two best bois being competitive haha. thank you!

pairings: albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader (love triangle)

warnings: none! (1.5k words)

a/n: soooo the meaning behind my url - it’s not that special lol. i wanted to make a genshin pun (klee = bee) and this is the first thing i came up with. also bea/bee, bumblebea/bumblebee, yktv

During the Windblume Festival, bouquets of flowers and letters were spilling off of your desk everyday. Despite knowing that most of the gifts came from anonymous senders, your heart still skipped a beat.

Part of you wondered if any of them were a prank. You didn’t see yourself as anything special, you weren’t as feminine and pretty as Barbara or muscular like Wagner, yet quite a few patrons found you good enough to pine over.

You skimmed through the gifts one day to see if you recognized any of the names. There was a letter from Bennett that was clearly addressed to Fischl so you tucked away the special note in a drawer with promises to deliver it later. You also found a letter from one of the Knight’s on your squad - but he was much younger than you and, frankly, the letter sounded like puppy love. Two contrasting bouquets of flowers sat side-by-side on the edge of your desk so you reached for them.

The first bouquet was about a dozen calla lilies tied together with a blue ribbon and the second was cecilia’s in a glass vase. The flowers piqued your interest, your mind already forming an idea about where they came from, and you read the attached cards.

“Meet me in the library,” You read aloud, your fingers tracing the edges of the cardstock. It wasn’t signed by anyone. The second one has a similar message, “Find me in the library.”

You wondered if the flowers were sent by the same person. But then why wouldn’t they state that? The questions made you wonder, again, if this was a trap. Could the flowers be from someone who wanted to mess with you? But despite your doubts, you grabbed your things and headed down the stairs to the library.

When you pushed open the door to the library, you realized you had no idea who or what you were looking for. The library was decorated beautifully, ribbon and flowers displayed on tables or breaks between the bookcases. The room itself smelled fresh, too, unlike its usual dusty aroma. While you glanced around the library, you saw Lisa sitting behind her desk and went to see if she knew what was going on.

“Happy Windblume Festival,” You smiled warmly at your coworker, “You’re not going to believe what I received.”

Lisa stopped reading her book to look up at you, the ghost of a smirk on her lips, “Hello, there. So many love-birds flew into your office this morning, I can only imagine what they brought you.”

You rolled your eyes, “Too many unrequited confessions.” She laughed softly at your joke, “Besides that, I received two bouquets of flowers that both told me to meet them here. Isn’t that strange?”

Lisa covered her mouth with a gloved hand and giggled again, “I think there’s something downstairs who would love to see you.”

You raised an eyebrow at Lisa but thanked her and took off down the stairs, careful not to slip on the wooden steps. As soon as your foot touched the floor, your sight met two men who had stopped bickering less than a moment ago. Kaeya and Albedo stood in front of a table, trying to put themselves back together in your presence.

“What’s going on?” You asked, realizing they were probably waiting for you. “Were the flowers from both of you?”

Kaeya and Albedo looked between each other, seemingly glaring dangers at each other. “I don’t know why he’s here,” Kaeya sneered, motioning to Albedo.

“Well, I don’t know why you’re here,” Albedo parroted, crossing his arms. You had never heard either of the men sound as ticked off as they were now.

“You both told me to meet you in the library,” You explained, confused. “That wasn’t planned?”

“No!” They said in unison.

You rubbed your temples, knowing that this wasn’t going to end easily. “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, “But can someone explain what’s going on.”

“Mr. Alberich overheard me planning to surprise you during the Windblume Festival and decided to ruin my plans,” Albedo said. When he spoke Kaeya’s name, there was nothing but venom in his tone.

Kaeya shrugged sarcastically, “I had no prior knowledge.”

“You used Klee to eavesdrop.”

“Did I, now?”

Albedo ran a hand through his hair, aggravated and annoyed. He had never liked Kaeya and this only fueled that fire. Kaeya wasn’t fond of Albedo either. He thought he was overrated in Mondstadt and that his admirers could do better.

“I mean,” Kaeya continued, giving Albedo the side eye, “Was it supposed to be a secret? You were awfully careless with the news.”

“My deepest apologies, I wasn’t aware I needed to broadcast my confession to all of Mondstadt before telling Y/N.”

“Your confession?” You wondered, “So the flowers weren’t a joke?”

Albedo looked at you with curious, and confused, eyes. “A joke? Of course not,” He said. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks, something you had never seen before, and Albedo fiddled with his gloved fingers nervously.

“I wanted to do that first,” Kaeya interjected, frowning slightly.

Kaeya’s words caught you off guard as well. “You like me, too?” He nodded in response and the three of you stood still for a while. Your mind was racing and your heart was beating out of your chest. You couldn’t believe not one but two of your coworkers had a crush on you and were confessing to you. But then the nerve-wracking decision came crashing down on you.

You had to pick one of them, right? The whole point of confessions was to find a possible suitor and here you had two options in front of you. Of course, you could reject both of them and run away but was that how you truly felt?

Albedo was soft and genuine. He often painted portraits of you and took you up to Dragonspine so could have snowball fights with Klee. He paid for dinner for you and recommended new books for you to read during your days off. At that moment, they seemed like friendly gestures. But looking back, you realized they were probably acts to one up Kaeya.

Likewise, Kaeya had his own plans to win you over. He spent exciting nights with you at the tavern and never complained about taking you home when you drank too much. Instead of buying you food, Kaeya bought you gifts like jewelry or artifacts. He often accompanied you on commissions, too.

“I need time to think this over,” You finally said. “Please, just agree not to kill each other in the meantime.”

Kaeya grumbled something under his breath, “Fine.”

“Why do you like me?” You asked, looking at Kaeya. “If you’re going to confess, then confess fully.”

The taller man thought for a moment before sending you his classic, cheeky grin. “I like having a challenge and you, my dear, proved to be that challenge.”

“What?” You asked, slightly offended.

“You play hard to get,” Kaeya continued, using his hands to accentuate his words, “I spoiled you for months and you still acted like we were nothing more than friends. Do friends buy each other gold necklaces in hopes they’ll realize you’ve fallen for them? You even have the necklace on to this day.” Instinctively, your fingers coiled around the dainty necklace around your neck that Kaeya had gifted to you weeks ago. When he gave it to you, you recognized it was a peculiar gift but played it off as Kaeya being extravagant. He sharpened his eyes, “Need I mention you’re the most exquisite looking person in Teyvat?”

Your voice caught in your throat and your cheeks burned with the compliment. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt and looked at Albedo for his answer.

“I just think you’re different,” He said simply, “You’re easy to get along with and I enjoy spending time with you. I feel like we’re compatible puzzle pieces.”

If possible, you blushed harder. Both men were darling and you felt like the luckiest person alive by being adored by both of them. As you glanced between the men, your stomach did a backflip. They were both looking at you with such intent and charisma, as if trying to enchant you. The idea of being with either of them made you feel butterflies.

But they are so drastically different, which made the decision that much harder. If you choose Kaeya, your relationship would be fiery and brand new all the time. He was full of adventure and flirting, favoring nightlife and excitement. And with Albedo, it would be calm and joyous. Your days would be spent in flower fields and underneath trees. Both sounded like a dream to you.

“I don’t know who to pick,” You admitted, holding back a sigh of defeat. “I never thought multiple people would like me at once, let alone you two. I just need more time.”

And with that, you turned on your heel and walked back up the stairs. Your head felt light and your mind was clouded with a million different scenarios. You felt guilty for leaving the men alone but until you could come up with a definite answer, they could wait.

[tennessoui]

If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?

yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!

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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.

So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.

Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”

“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”

“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”

“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”

“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.

“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.

Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”

“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”

“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”

“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”

“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”

“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”

“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”

“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.

Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”

“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”

“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.

He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.

Dear Obi-Wan,

Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!

I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.

Do you want to be friends?

Would you explore the temple with me?

Write back soon please,

Anakin

“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.

Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.

Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”

---

Dear Anakin,

Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.

It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.

The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.

I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

---

Dear Obi-Wan,

I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!

I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.

I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.

Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!

Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!

--Ani

----

Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.

The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”

Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.

That’s the first sign of trouble.

----

Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.

“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.

They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.

----

“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.

Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”

“Kabre, I…”

“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”

“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”

----

When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.

But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

He sits down to read it.

Dear Obi-Wan,

I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.

I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.

You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.

Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.

When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.

That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.

Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.

And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.

I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.

If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.

Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,

Anakin

Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.

Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?

But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.

And he loves Anakin.

He loves him terribly.

He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.

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Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.

It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.

But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.

“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.

Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”

“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”

But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.

Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.

Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.

Forever yours,

Obi-Wan

Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.

Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.

“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”

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could i request an obi wan x femreader fanfic where anakin says, “I see the way you look at her master. That’s how I look at padme everyday,” to obi wan? and then later in the story, padme and anakin say prompt #1 to each other (from the main prompts list) after seeing obi wan and reader sharing a kiss? i hope this isn’t too long sorry (T_T)

That Look

Pairing: Obi-Wan x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: FLUFF, kissing, female reader, librarian reader

Word Count: 1,305

A/N: AHHH! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST IT WAS SO CUTE! Oh my gosh, I'm sorry if you didn't want a librarian!reader but the idea of Obi-Wan with a librarian reader just melts me in a different way. Anywayssss, I really hope you enjoy this, and that it's what you wanted. I appreciate all the support, feedback is ALWAYS appreciated! Sorry, it’s a bit long!

Summary: Anakin teases Obi-Wan about the look he gives you, not knowing it'd help your relationship with Obi-Wan move to the next level.

PART TWO

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"Hello, Master Kenobi, Master Skywalker, Padawan Tano," You smiled softly at the three Jedi's entering your library.

"Hello (Y/n)," The trio said in unison.

"So," You started, walking from your cart where you'd been putting books back into their spots, "How can I help the three of you?"

"Well, we--" 

Anakin was quick to cut off his Master, a large smirk on his face, "Obi-Wan wanted to come to see you. He insisted the books Ahsoka would need we'd only find here, even though I got mine from the upstairs library in the temple."

A blush crept onto yours and Obi-Wan's cheeks, making Ahsoka and Anakin smile, "Well, I uh... well."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, quickly stepping in for Obi-Wan's stuttering clutter of words, "I wanted to come to visit you anyways. I know I still haven't returned that book on the history of the Old Republic."

You smiled at the younger girl, "Oh, it's fine, Ahsoka, I'll extend your date. I assume you need the next level of Jedi books?"

The young girl nodded, "Please."

"Of course, I'll get them real quick."

Anakin smirked, patting Obi-Wan's back in an attempt to make the older man stop giving you literal heart eyes. The Jedi Knight gave his Master a shove, sending him after you as Ahsoka laughed at Master Kenobi's awkwardness. It was something she felt she hadn't truly seen until just now, watching the older man stumble after you with a slight hop in his step.

"(Y/n)!" Obi-Wan called, making you turn to him with a smile, "Sorry, eh.. about Anakin, you know how he can be."

"It's fine Obi-Wan," You felt a blush slowly begin to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks as the Jedi-Master fell into step beside you, "I was hoping you'd come to visit me soon anyways. It's quite lonely being the only one running the lower division of the Jedi Archives." 

The older man smiled widely, taking a second to watch you struggle to reach one specific book Ahsoka needed. Smugly, the Jedi used the force to bring the book out and into your outstretched hand. You mumbled a quiet thank you before moving to grab the last book Ahsoka needed.

"(Y/n)," Obi-Wan spoke suddenly, taking the books from your arms and clearing his throat, "I was... I was wondering if you'd like to... grab coffee sometime?"

A smile broke across your face as you nodded, "I'd love that, Obi-Wan."

With that, the two of you walked back towards the younger Jedi's. Obi-Wan handed the books to Ahsoka, and Anakin simply smiled at you, watching the way Obi-Wan's gaze fell back onto you. You made some small talk with Ahsoka and Anakin before the trio declared it was time to leave, and you retreated to your cart, putting away books.

"You have that look," Anakin teased the older man immediately after they sent Ahsoka to drop her books off in her room.

"What look?" Obi-Wan asked, his eyebrows scrunching together.

"You know," Anakin smiled, nudging the older man, "That look."

"Which is??" Obi-Wan questioned, rubbing a hand to his chin.

" Oh please, Obi-Wan, I see the way you look at her, Master. That's how I look at Padme every day," Anakin scoffed, smirking at his Master.

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Obi-Wan replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Please!" Anakin laughed, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're a flustered little boy around (y/n)!"

"Anakin, someone could hear you," Obi-Wan warned, his eyes looking around casually, "Then we'd both be in trouble."

Anakin smirked, turning to his Master, "Are you saying you're opposed to the idea of leaving the Order for her?"

"N-no..." Obi-Wan sighed, "If she said the word, I'd leave the Order immediately. But she's not my girlfriend."

"Please, Master! You don't fool anyone by saying that!" Ahsoka's voice rang out as she joined the two older men.

Obi-Wan sighed, turning and beginning to lead the two away, "Why am I talking to the two of you about this?"

"Well--"

Obi-Wan quickly raised his hand, cutting off Anakin, "Rhetorical question, Anakin."

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It'd been a few days since your coffee date with Obi-Wan, and it'd become quite routine for him to walk you to and from work each day. His former Padawan picked up on it quickly but stayed quiet on the matter. Anakin didn't want to be scolded by Padme again, not after her lecture about teasing the older man for finally being happy.

Anakin just happened to be lucky enough to live in the same apartment complex as you, so he got to see Obi-Wan drop you off each night, which he enjoyed. Maker knew he couldn't wake up early enough to see Obi-Wan pick you up to take you to work, missing all the quick cheek-kisses his Master would give you.

You knew you liked Obi-Wan immensely, and you felt it was mutual judging by his actions. While you knew Obi-Wan was a Jedi and technically couldn't have any connections, you still hoped that something would change. That the Jedi Master would make a move, confirm it was all mutual, and just kiss you! God, you just wanted him to press his lips to yours! You weren't getting any younger, and the war wasn't getting any better!

"Look," Anakin mumbled, elbowing Padme, "There they are."

"Oh, Ani, won't you leave Obi-Wan alone!" Padme rolled her eyes at her husband's behavior, but she still looked down from their balcony, watching you and Obi-Wan interact.

"Thank you, again," You smiled widely at Obi-Wan, "For the ride."

"Of course," Obi-Wan returned the smile, pulling your hand up to his lips to press a gentle kiss to your knuckles, "It was my pleasure."

"I don't work tomorrow," You reminded Obi-Wan with a slight pout.

His eyes dropped to your lips, admiring the way your bottom lip jutted out just slightly, "That's truly a shame,"

He gulped, his eyes struggling to focus back on yours as he watched your lips move as you spoke, "But I'll see you the day after, right? Early for our coffee date?"

Obi-Wan nodded, smiling softly as his eyes finally locked back onto yours, "Of course."

A peaceful silence filled the air, and like most times when you were left in silence with the Jedi Master, you found your eyes drifting to his lips and wondering what they'd feel like against your own. You knew your 'goodbye' was lasting far too long now, but you hated saying goodbye when you wouldn't see him the next day. After a few more seconds--and noticing that Obi-Wan's eyes were also on your lips--you felt a spike of confidence rise within you, and you let out a dramatic sigh.

"So, Master Kenobi, are you gonna kiss me, or am I going to have to kiss you myself?"

A soft laugh fell from his lips as he quickly leaned across his speeder, pulling you in until your lips met. It was gentle and full of passion, exactly how you had always imagined it. He held you like you were the galaxy's finest jewel as he kissed you, only making you swoon more at the Jedi's lips molded with yours.

Above, Anakin was frantically gripping Padme's arm, who herself, was frozen in shock.

"Oh, maker! Maker! I knew it, kriff I knew it!" Anakin cheered quietly, "I called it, oh, Obi-Wan is so getting teased tomorrow! I knew it! I told you, they're good for each other."

Padme smiled at her husband's childish reaction, "You think so?"

"Please!" Anakin laughed, "They were destined to be together!"

Padme simply giggled, walking back into their apartment with a shake of her head. She couldn't say she disagreed because Obi-Wan and you truly were a perfect pair. A pair that was destined to be together.