#SWCW fanfic

[ranger-jedi-knight]

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Kark”

Tagging: @yukipri @nobodyfamousposts @dessarious @emixion and anyone else who wants to

[friendlyfaded]

here you go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40151043

let me know what you think!

[dontgetsnippy]

In light of me being sporadic with updates with this fic, I will now be posting updates on my longass Star Wars Alternate Canon fic, Secrets of the Sith, on this blog. I’ll be posting under the tag #Secrets of the Sith AU regarding progress on the fic and when a new chapter might be up. Feel free to send me asks or chat with me about this, it’s always fun to talk about!

At this moment, Chapter 16 should be up (at about 100k+ words). Not sure when the next chapter will be, but it is mostly already written, just not edited and not in a state I’m happy with yet. Chapter 17 will be the end of Act II and after that it’s the exciting Act III.

For those who haven’t seen this fic yet, it’s an alternate canon to Revenge of the Sith, centering around Ahsoka and Anakin, but a ton of helping of Rex and Obi-wan as well. Written by me and edited by my cousin, SupremelySalt (thanks bro). 

Big thanks to everyone who has stuck around for the story so far and thanks for the patience between updates!

[codywan-ao3-library]

Love heals all wounds (so they say)

By: K_R_Closson

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Rated: Teen And Up Audiences

Other Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Fix-It

Obi-Wan is a healer and this changes his path

Planet Melida | Daan (Star Wars)

Planet Mandalore (Star Wars)

Battle of Naboo (Star Wars)

Planet Tatooine (Star Wars)

Qui-Gon Jinn Lives

Obi-Wan and Anakin have a healthier relationship than in canon

Obi-Wan does not take Anakin as his padawan

Medic Obi-Wan

References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008)

Canon-Typical Violence

Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars)

Word Count: 36712 words

Language: English

Chapters: 13/13

Completion Status: Complete

Summary:

Vokara speaks before he can. “I didn’t come here for your permission. I don’t need it. I am a Master Healer, and it is my right to take an apprentice.”

“And you want Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Mace Windu asks.

“Yes,” Vokara answers.

Or, Obi-Wan is wanted, becomes a healer, and this changes everything.

Link to fic: AO3

[mr-gallows]

Self-indulgent comic of my fanfic? On my blog?  It’s more likely than you think.

The Errant Knight

[boonki]

written for @find-me-with-orion as part of the prompt: selcouth - unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet wonderful

this wasn’t as long as i initially thought it would be 😅but still super soft. i have this headcanon that anakin builds obi-wan cute little droids all the time the same way other couples would leave each other cute sticky notes and then this prompt took that thought and ran away with it

enjoy!! thanks for the ask my dear ❤️❤️❤️i hope you’re having a lovely day

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Anakin can count on one hand all the times he’s witnessed Obi-wan voluntarily work on a droid. And yet, however unlikely, the scene before him in the dim evening light of their quarters is undeniable:

Obi-wan is hunched over their kitchen table, a grease stain swiped across his forehead as he fiddles with screwing a wheel back onto a mostly dismembered droid. His eyebrows are furrowed together in violent frustration, an expression he usually saves for only the most aggravating enemies, and when the wheel pops off and its bolt bounces off the tabletop and onto the floor,  something that sounds eerily like a curse huffs out of Obi-wan. Anakin’s heart clenches; it’s so pathetic and endearing all at once.  

Anakin gives a gentle push to the door behind him, letting the noise of the latch clicking into place act as a hello. Obi-wan’s head jerks up.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet.” Obi-wan greets him, an oddly nervous—and guilty—glint in his eye.

Anakin lifts an eyebrow, lips quirked down in an amused smile as he sheds his outer robe and mindlessly throws it on the counter. “Hello to you, too.” He takes a few steps towards the table, standing next to Obi-wan, and looks down at the mess. “What are you doing?”

Obi-wan glances down at the contained junkyard and back up at him. “I’ve picked up your habits, it seems. I’m building something.” Obi-wan lies through his teeth and Anakin spots it a million miles away.

“Wait, is that—“ Anakin leans in, recognition sparking his movement, “—is that M6?”

Obi-wan stiffens.

“It is M6!”

About a year prior, on the evening of their first anniversary, Anakin had gifted Obi-wan an MSE-6 droid—a mouse droid—that was repurposed to trail after Obi-wan and tell him I love you in Anakin’s voice every few minutes. The initial intention had been a joke, something to make Obi-wan laugh, but as the days, and then months passed, Obi-wan grew oddly protective of it, swatting Anakin’s hands away whenever he offered to junk it.

A small sigh escapes Obi-wan, defeat evident in the slump of his shoulders. “I tripped over him earlier, and sent the poor thing straight into the wall. I think he’s broken.” He casts a downtrodden gaze at the scattered parts, looking like a kicked loth cat. His tone is sheepish, apologetic, and it takes everything in Anakin not to burst into laughter immediately.

“Why didn’t you wait until I got home?” Anakin asks, gently running a hand over the back of Obi-wan’s head, smoothing down his hair.

Obi-wan looks up at him with big, worried eyes. “I didn’t want you to be upset.”

Anakin can’t hold back his laughter then; it bubbles up out of him involuntarily. The whole situation is so endearing, and Anakin is so endlessly fond. It’s rare to see this side of Obi-wan, who tenderly cares for a droid just because it was a gift, the gesture reeking of attachment, and who visibly frets over the state of Anakin’s heart. Given the situation, Anakin would’ve expected Obi-wan to blame the will of the force and throw it into the trash chute without second thought. This—this uncharacteristic display of love—is strange and wonderful, an unanticipated treasure.

Anakin had always guessed the droid meant more to him than he let on, and this only confirmed it.

He leans down and delicately cups Obi-wan’s face, smudging the the grease stain further across his forehead in an attempt to clean him off, and kisses him, trying not to let his enamored smile ruin their embrace. Obi-wan tugs back at first, but softens, worrying Anakin’s bottom lip between his teeth.

Anakin gingerly shifts back, holding his face inches from Obi-wan’s. “I’ll fix him for you, okay?”—knowing Obi-wan’s history with droids, he can’t help but tease him a little—“I think you’re more likely to kill him right now.” 

Slipping out of Anakin’s hold, Obi-wan stares down at the jumble of parts, pouting. “You better. I’ve grown quite fond of the little thing.”

“Who’d have thought the great Obi-wan Kenobi would ever like a droid?” Anakin chuckles, and presses one more kiss onto his forehead, right on the grease stain.

Obi-wan holds up the stray wheel. “Get on with it, then.”

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“Good luck”

Master Kenobi always said there’s no such thing as luck; “If you’re in control, luck has no effect.” Bantha dwang. Luck came at you no matter how much control you thought you had. How else could you explain the lack of buzz droids on her ship but the excess on Anakin’s? How could you explain Anakin having a droid who’d saved their lives more times than she could count? How else could you explain her crash landing into Trace’s? How else could you explain her finding them again? Luck followed her always. Luck had filled her life, luck had given her Master Kenobi, luck had given her Anakin. But luck hadn’t kept them together. And luck hadn’t saved them.

“We’ll have to catch up another time”

Always another time. Always pushing things off. A habit she’d learned from her master. They’d both always been the disappointment of Obi-Wan, on the subject of reports anyways. It hadn’t been uncommon for Obi-Wan to find them both in the sparring room, discarded holo-pads on the floor and enough sweat in the room to suggest they’d been there a while. He’d sigh, shake off his robe, and join in until they all collapsed on the floor. She’d always rolled onto her back, tips of her montrals brushing hair. In and out. In and out. They’d just breathe.

“I have to sort this out on my own, without the Council… and without you.”

She’d turned her back on him. Left him alone. Hadn’t told him she knew about Padme, hadn’t told him she loved him, hadn’t told him the million little things she’d always thought she would have time to say. But she’d thought she’d have another time. She hadn’t thought it’d be the same. She knew she could never really go back. Not to the same pair they’d been. Not to the past that’d made her. Not to the family she’d gained. Not to the friends she’d lost. The hurt in his eyes proved that. The experience in hers ensured it.

“When I was out there, alone, all I had were your training”

Hadn’t that been the truth. ‘Skywalker Academy.’ If only Trace had known that was the closest to the truth Ahsoka could have let her get. He’d been the one who led her from a youngling to the not Jedi she was now. Sure, she’d done a lot on her own, but he started her on the path and he kept her on it. Even after she left. He and Master Kenobi had kept her alive out there. Their teachings, the knowledge that they were out there, the memories she could never forget. They followed her everywhere.

“He always says, ‘Your lightsaber is your life’ ”

And yet you always lose yours, she’d wanted to say. She knew now. Losing hers had taught her that. But he’d kept them. He’d saved them. He’d turned them blue, but that was forgivable. He’d saved the last part of her old life, and he’d given it back. She could feel them in her hands now. He was nowhere to be found.

“I know he’s alive! I can sense it!”

That’d been the first real time she’d see the full extent of her master’s rule-twisting tendencies. Ever since then, she’d always expected him to find a loophole in the rulebook of everything. The Council. Piloting. Fighting. Life. Death.

“Have a little faith”

She’d never been good at that.

Ahsoka let her life fall from her hands.

[gaymasonjar]

Fuck you my child is completely fine!

Your child just wrote 160 pages of fanfiction in 2 days.

[pinetreesandtea]

Y’all, is there any sw fics where Mace Windu isn’t written as jerk or them bashing Mace Windu?? 🗿🗿🗿🗿

[ranger-jedi-knight]

Fic Art Dump 6

Ok, so here's two new characters that will be popping up(or have popped up). An outfit update for one character, and an outfit. There's also a dagger that is the inspiration for a vibro knife that will be appearing the next chap of 'Found A New Padawan'.

Chase:

Naak:

Iri's New Knight Look:

Ikoe's Alternate/Undercover look:

Vibro knife design:

IDK where this is from, I saw it on Tumblr ages ago and saved the image cuz I loved the look. And now it gets to reappear!

past art dump with links to other ones:

https://ranger-jedi-knight.tumblr.com/post/703680281667895296/fic-art-dump-5?is_related_post=1

[friendlyfaded]

I literally just got home agh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39862809/chapters/100155828#workskin

I hope y’all like it! This was my favorite chapter to write because I’m a major sucker for sweet domestic shit. Let me know if you enjoy it!

[ashnagog]

I am doing everything in my power to not go off and create Rebels fanfiction because I know if I do that my fucking Clone Wars fanfiction will never get finished and it's actually hell

[dykes4timrand]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader Additional Tags: Rewrite of a previous work, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Post-Episode: s07e12 Victory and Death, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, self-loathing obi-wan kenobi, obi-wan gets his hopes up and then they are brutally murdered, No Beta We Die Like Clones Summary:

Obi-Wan visits the wreckage of the 332nds cruiser and mourns.

[mr-gallows]

The Errant Knight, Chapter 3 is posted!

[boonki]

Kiss prompts: no. 48? 🥰🥰

48. kisses with trembling lips from these prompts! 

HI FRIEND HOPE YOURE READY TO BE SAD

this takes place right after the deception/rako hardeen arc, right after obi-wan gets his real face back. because what the FUCK was that whole arc. anyways, hope you’re having a wonderful day! thank you for the ask ❤️❤️ here you go love: 

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Anakin can hardly feel the sharp edges of the chair beneath him, his anguish and rage drowning out his senses as he waits for Obi-wan to return to their quarters. 

Nothing has changed, of course. Anakin hadn’t had the heart to move his stained and loved mug, his inherited and half-dead plants, his discarded robes, and treasured books, rare and precious, much like their owner. He felt a pang of solidarity for them: he, too, was one of Obi-wan’s forgotten things, abandoned in death. 

When Obi-wan opens that door, it’ll be like he never left. 

Except that’s not quite true: how can Anakin even begin to explain what havoc Obi-wan’s wreaked on his heart? 

The kitchen is sterile, devoid of Anakin’s habitual mess, and poorly lit. He doesn’t want to face Obi-wan in the light; he’d rather be able to hide his grief in the shoulder of his dear friend, the shadow, who has seen so many of Anakin’s hot, quivering tears. Only the emergency lights that backlight the sink have been left on, solely because Anakin can’t turn them off without tripping the alarms. The place glows a bleak, navy blue, like the rain that falls from a weeping sky. 

Their door creeps open, hesitant. The face that follows is so familiar Anakin can’t help the minuscule gasp that rips out of his throat. 

“Anakin?” Obi-wan asks, genuinely surprised. Guilt laces through every feature, tugging on upturned eyebrows, pleading eyes, and pressed lips, pulling his entire body taunt. 

“What, did you think I’d be asleep?” Anakin scoffs, malevolent. 

Obi-wan doesn’t respond, but the downturn of his mouth tells him the truth: he did think Anakin would be sleeping. 

��How could you do that to me?” Anakin whispers, each word violent, a dagger that Anakin wants to tear into Obi-wan with. He’s holding onto his rage like it’s the only thing keeping him together, and in a way, it is. If he lets go, all the grief and yearning will come pouring through and empty him out completely.

Obi-wan closes the door and treads lightly over to Anakin, pulling out a chair and taking a nervous seat next to him, knees close enough to touch. His face is cast in shades of blue from the emergency lights, full of sorrow. 

“It was wrong of me. Please forgive me.” 

Anakin takes in his apology, but there’s so much anger left, a sickness he needs to spew before he can heal. 

“Obi-wan, I”—he whimpers, emotion clogging his throat—“I held your dead body. I grieved for you. I watched them bury you.” His nose stings with unshed tears, vision going blurry. “And for what? So you could...could use me in some plan? I mean, how did you think I would feel? Huh?”

Obi-wan looks anywhere but his face, studying the fine grain of their standard issue tabletop. 

Anakin has been sitting still up until this point, hands in his lap, but now he turns to Obi-wan, shifting in his seat so that their knees are interlaced. He leans into the man’s space, and with each inch closer, the sharp tendrils of fury melt into the all-encompassing ache of heartbreak and suffering. Of longing. Of regret. Of a keen and simple yearning for more.

Or, blending them all together, the messy and complicated condition of unrequited love. 

He’s waited too long to tell Obi-wan, and has learned the hard way that the regret of unspoken feelings is a ravenous beast, waiting to devour the hopeless.

“And I never got to tell you that I loved you.” He corrects himself: “That I love you.” With shaking hands, he ghosts his palms over Obi-wan’s cheeks, cupping his face. “Do you know how much that haunted me?” 

Obi-wan’s eyes are blown wide, and he’s holding perfectly still, his lips parted in disbelief. When he doesn’t respond, Anakin takes the opportunity to skim his fingers over Obi-wan’s forehead, into his hairline, over the curves of his ears, into the soft skin of his lips. He runs his palms down Obi-wan’s shoulders, his athletic and sturdy arms, and into the calloused skin of his hands, where he holds tight. Obi-wan’s fingers fold around his: their lifeline. 

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” He says to Obi-wan’s hands, to himself. 

He hears Obi-wan swallow and breathe in through his nose. 

“I thought you wouldn’t…” Obi-wan trails off, his voice tight with emotion. “I thought you didn’t…” 

“What? Care?” Anakin looks up at Obi-wan with leaking eyes. “Are you kidding me?” 

Obi-wan feebly shakes his head, and breathes out his response. “Notice.” 

Anakin just stares at him, looking from one eye to the other as Obi-wan formulates the rest of his thought. The cool air swims like a pool of blue between them, the somber lighting paling Obi-wan’s skin out. 

“I didn’t think you’d notice I was gone.” 

The entirety of Anakin’s face crumbles at the thought. But before he can answer, Obi-wan continues: 

“I didn’t think I was important to you anymore. You’re not my padawan—you don’t need an old man like me anymore.” His voice cracks, and for the first time since Anakin was a child, he sees water pool in the corners of Obi-wan’s eyes, glistening, staining the murky whites a painful red. A droplet escapes onto his lower lashes, and traces over the curve of his cheek. 

Anakin is heartbroken, indignant, and devastated all at once. He abandons his chair in favor of straddling Obi-wan’s thighs, bringing his hands up to Obi-wan’s face again. With trembling lips and tears, he peppers soft kisses to the lines of Obi-wan’s features: the salty, tear-stained crinkle of his eyes, the worried creases in his forehead, the edges of his wobbling lips.

“Of course I need you,” he keens. “I’ve always needed you.” He rests his forehead against Obi-wan’s, closing his eyes. “I’ll need you as long as I live.” 

Obi-wan takes a few breaths, his exhales hot on Anakin’s lips. “Oh,” he says, softly. 

Anakin closes the distance and kisses him deeply, the feeling of Obi-wan’s pliant lips a salve to Anakin’s hurts. It’s barely a start to what Anakin wants to do with him, but he pulls back and instead gathers Obi-wan up in his arms, cradling the back of his head in one hand, shuffling his hips forwards so that he’s completely enveloping Obi-wan’s torso in his own. They melt together, Obi-wan threading his arms around Anakin’s waist and squishing his face into the hard space of Anakin’s shoulder. 

“I love you, Obi-wan. Never do that to me again.” He mumbles into Obi-wan’s hair, feeling like he might crack under the weight of his own heart, his own love. It’s so much, and he’s had to carry it alone for so long. 

“I love you too, dear one. And I’m so sorry.” Obi-wan confesses.

And in each other’s arms, Anakin sees the path forward; he’s been lost in the desert, stumbling around for a future, ready to hit the hard sand and crumble to dust, but now he sees Obi-wan on the horizon, and he’s running, slipping, bounding towards the man as if he held life in his hands. The terrain might be rocky, forsaken, depleted, but together, they’ll make it out okay. 

Because Obi-wan is still alive, folded neatly into Anakin’s arms, resting against and inside of his beating heart, forever, where he’s always belonged and always will remain.

[ofyoursilentreverie]

Love the book and all but....