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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago

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Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

(Helped by @atagotiak)

I was reading a bunch of different time travel fics, and my brain slotted in that one "Vader hands over the Empire to Leia and is now her most devoted sycophant" dynamic and mixed it with the "Luke and Vader time-travel and Vader does the right thing but only because it would make Luke sad if he didn't."

I landed on "Leia time travels to prequels era, but her least favorite family member has also traveled with her, though it takes him a few months to find her because he has less resources without the entire Imperial Navy, but he's still a scary Sith in all black with a breathing mask and intimidating cape."

"Tiny angry lady who wants to force democracy and her giant Sith father whom she hates but has resigned herself to pointing at threats like a tank who inexplicably loves her" is a delightful dynamic.

The first few months included a lot of concern about "why do you know so much about Sith if you're not trained or looking to be one" and then Vader shows up and calls her 'daughter' and she insults him and it's like "Oh. That explains it."

Council Member: We have a Sith in the Temple. Vader: Former Sith. Leia: Listen. He is your best chance against Sidious. Also, do you want Dooku dead? Vader can make him dead. Council Member: Your father i-- Leia, scrunching up her face: Don't call him that.

Like Leia is deep in conversation when the Temple starts panicking because Vader just. Showed up? He snuck in, somehow? So Palpatine wouldn't catch him on video entering through the front door? And people try to keep her away from the trouble, because there's an entire array of Jedi Masters to deal with this Surprise Sith, except she can sense exactly which Sith it is and once she shouts "oh you have got to be kidding me!" she just starts running and, well, it's Leia. Nobody can stop her.

(Leia does have less combat training, at least less force-assisted combat training, than the Jedi. But then the Jedi don’t want to hurt here here. She's not fighting her way down, either, she's just running really fast and all the best fighters already left. They had a head start. So Leia's mostly running past random padawans and the like.)

She shoves her way to the front of the group of Masters who. Well, they're certainly ready to attack. But Vader is just standing there. Doing nothing. Still intimidating as fuck but he's not doing anything.

And then Leia bursts onto the scene like "You motherfucker."

She hits her head on a clipboard and whines because UGH he's a walking WMD and they could REALLY use him against Palpatine but also. She hates him so much.

She tries to hand him off to the Jedi council but he insists that he will only take orders from Leia herself.

Jedi: Wait, what. Leia, completely ignoring them: Did you follow me here? Vader, through the mechanical wheezing: I have no loyalty to my master and no empire to serve. You are all that I have left. Leia: Me? Me? I'm all that you have left? You committed a genocide that killed all the family I had except for the twin brother you later mutilated! Jedi: Wait what Vader, going to one knee: I pledge my loyalty and blade to you and only you, daughter. Leia, ready to explode: I. I just. Jedi, some of whom really want to say things but are slowly realizing that they just accidentally acquired a Sith Lord by proxy: What. Leia: I hate you so much but I can't even get rid of you, you're too useful. Vader: I live to serve. Leia: Yeah. Got that. Fuck. Someone get him a full medical rundown, I don't know the last time that mess of a life support system was updated. Jedi, agitated again: WHAT Leia: Listen, I don't like him, but I'm not stupid enough to throw away the second most dangerous person in the universe when I can point him at the most dangerous person in the universe. Especially not if he's going to listen to me. Jedi: But... he's a Sith. Leia: Please trust me when I say this: you might be able to take him down eventually, but he will take dozens of you down with him, and right now he's... honestly, I'm pretty sure he's more depressed than malicious. Jedi: You hate him. I can feel it. Leia: Yes, but I can be professional about it. Vader: They have not yet d-- Leia: Nope! No talking! Not until I've had a chance to process this mess!

There is a whole lot of Leia snapping at Vader to stop it whenever he starts giving off vibes like he wants to take the most violent shortcut possible.

She is not the gentle hand that Luke would be.

Leia isn't a Jedi or working for them but she's wormed her way into being an ally. They don't 100% trust her, especially not with Vader just showing up and declaring her family but like

How do you say no to a WMD walking into your house and saying "I will fight the monster you cower from at night."

There's a lot of Leia snapping off an admonishment that sounds just a little too odd and then when questioned she just says "He knows what he did."

tbh I'm not sure how long it takes for them to tell anyone that Anakin is Vader. They might hold it off in hopes that Anakin can just retire to be Mr. Amidala after the war is over.

Well, Leia hopes. Vader just lets Leia make that call and then glowers at his younger self every time they're in the same room.

I do feel like Leia tells Obi-Wan the truth first

Imagine. Imagine a Vader who’s past still isn’t known. But has gotten somewhat comfortable around the Jedi (not really but the bar for what counts and comfortable for him is low). And Obi-Wan habitually banters with darksiders, right? If Vader’s guard is down for a moment and he, without thinking, references an inside joke...

Might be the most fun in terms of ways to tell Obi-Wan "We're time travelers and Vader is what happens if you let Palpatine drive Anakin off the edge"

If Vader has decided to pledge himself to her orders after destroying her planet, then fine. She can work with that. She's not going to be happy about it, but she can make it work.

The Jedi Temple hates having Vader anywhere nearby but he is actually very good at hiding himself from people, including Palpatine And for all that Leia seems perpetually irritated with her apparent bodyguard, he does seem to listen to her.

Jedi council: We still haven't figured out how to handle Dooku Leia: Do you know his location? Jedi council: Yes. Leia: [sigh] Leia: Vader, deal with it. Alive if possible.

(Leia does need to clarify an acceptable level of violence against the people protecting Dooku.) (She needs to clarify... many things.)

Leia always says "Vader" and one time a poor fool just asks why she doesn't call him dad and she snarls out "He is not the man that raised me, and I am glad for it."

Someone less foolish later prods more compassionately and she lets them know she was adopted and didn't properly meet Vader except in passing until she was nineteen.

"And then he tortured you." "And then he tortured me, yes." "Damn." "Didn't even find out we were related until a few years later when he chopped my brother's arm off." "You... wow." "I know."

At least one exchange that is L: You mean when you tortured me? A: He did what. V: I was not aware of our relation at that time. L: Not the point! I am fully aware of your interrogation methods and I refuse to let you be the one to acquire the evidence for-- A: Wait no go back he tortured you? L: Move on, please, we already have. A: That means I'm... oh Force, I'm going to torture my own daughter what in the actual fu-- L: We're moving on.

(“I end up torturing my own daughter” If Leia’s feeling especially spiteful I can see her saying “you mutilate your own son too”)

Concept: Leia is very free with traumatizing details of her past re:Vader and Anakin thinks that it sucks but doesn’t think much of it bc Sith. And then some time later he finds out...

(I love characters who use the traumatizing details of their past to shut down conversations.)

It's such a wonderfully horrifying concept for him to try to awkwardly comfort this girl he kind of knows because having a Sith for a dad sounds like it would suck and Leia seems nice, even if she's kind of weird and uncomfortable around Anakin, but he saw her flinch around a few other tall people wearing black robes the way she stiffens around Vader so maybe it's just that!

It is not.

Vader does get a significant amount of medical treatment. Including a bunch of "holy shit, that's a lot of drugs" and similar. There is so much lightning damage.

hnnng I'm just really in love with the image of Tiny Tiny Leia sitting behind a desk for some fancy negotiation, the picture of professionalism, while Vader just stands behind her shoulder, looming, glaring expressionless death at whoever came to speak with his baby girl.

Not that he would call her that, because she'd just hate him more and he's really not sure how to fix that problem, other than doing whatever she asks with no complaints and hoping she appreciates it.

Vader: [looks at children wandering by, has complicated emotions] Leia, tired of his shit: What now? Vader: I killed them, once. Leia, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath: And you're not going to do that again. No killing children. Vader: I know that. Leia: Great. I am... regretting asking. I am so very much regretting asking.

I do really like the idea of someone asking Leia once if she wants Jedi training and she says, no, actually, she's fully aware of the fact that she's angry little ball of hate sometimes, especially towards her bio father, and she'd like to refrain from putting herself in a position where she knows enough about the Force to Fall. She wouldn't Fall. But it does make people shut up.

#leia organa #princess leia #Darth Vader #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #time travel #Phoenix Posts

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ragnarlothcat · 3 years ago

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Archeologist Anakin who accidentaly awakens an ancient God (Obi-Wan)

Hello anon!!! I've been thinking about this since you sent it so when @bi-wan and I were chatting I brought it up, she made some amazing art already and now I've written the introduction! I love this idea, and I want to write a one-shot about it (maybe two chapters if the adventuring takes a while) so, thank you 💙

Voilà! Basically Anakin is Indiana Jones and he is ready to make a series of very bad decisions that somehow work out great for him.

Five minutes.

Five minutes pass between Anakin getting off the phone with Rex in order to secure a plane and Padmé storming into his office looking elegant, refined, and furious.

“You’re going where?”

Anakin smiles and fluffs out his hair. “You’re jealous, don’t pretend like you aren’t.”

Anakin and Padmé used to work together on digs. They’d felt the call right out of school, the call to see the world, to learn about other cultures, to see things no one has seen in centuries—and they’d made a good team. Padmé was always clever: quick with an excuse and even quicker with a pistol, but then tragedy struck.

Padmé redirected that passion into politics of all things. Now, she learns about other cultures through their people, through conversations, through diplomacy.

Absolutely miserable. But Anakin respects her, so he tries to stay awake when she tells him about the meetings she takes with other politicians and all the new laws and bills and whatnots. Just because he’s an excellent and attentive friend.

But Padmé is glaring at him now like the past decade of friendship is barely enough to keep her from beating him to death with his own lamp. Come to think of it, Anakin hasn’t seen her like this since the day she’d realized he was now working at the university.

First, she’d been shocked, which was valid, because Anakin had always been an…unconventional student. Bright, but not exactly scholarly. He preferred to find the practical applications of his classes, which often meant setting the chemistry lab on fire.

But then Padmé had been relieved, because it seemed like Anakin was maybe settling down. That maybe he’d grown tired of jumping from tomb to abandoned mine to booby-trapped pyramid, all in search of something more. That maybe he’d sit around all day in sweaters and elbow patches and tell students about the wonders of the world instead of living them.

As if.

Padmé had been horrified to learn that the university (mostly) encourages Anakin’s exploits. That they appreciate having an archeologist on staff who isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. A professor who is far more comfortable crawling around in sewers and fighting gravediggers with their own shovels than droning on and on in some stuffy old lecture hall.

(Besides, if they need to bore the students, they already have Mace Windu on staff.)

But Padmé learned to live with it, and the past few years have been fairly sober by Anakin’s standards, at least. Sure, there was that business in Yavin, and he does run into Dooku more often than is probably good for his blood pressure, but there’s been nothing too dangerous.

Until now.

Because Quinlan has found a map. On a dig far, far away from Stewjon, in a place no one would ever expect. A map that seems to lead right to an ancient Stewjoni temple.

It’s been decades since anyone’s been able to uncover even a scrap about the ancient civilization. They’d suddenly vanished almost exactly a thousand years ago, leaving practically nothing behind, no trace that there had ever been a bright and vibrant society in what is now modern day Stewjon. No temples, no ruins, no pottery—

And all that changes now. Because Anakin, using every trick in his book (whiskey, and lots of it) got Quinlan to relinquish the map into Anakin’s possession.

Which brings him to where he is now, packing an emergency bag in his office and preparing to pilot his way to Stewjon in, oh, one hour.

“Don’t worry about it,” Anakin says, waving a pair of suspenders at Padmé. “Windu practically begged me to go. This whole thing is sanctioned.”

“Really.” Padmé furrows her eyebrows suspiciously. “What exactly did Professor Windu say?”

“He said, and I quote: ‘Skywalker, if I find out you’ve been anywhere near that temple, I will personally drown you in the swimming pool.’”

Padmé stares at him, her lips thin, and her expression mutinous. “Ani—”

“Look, I think that makes it pretty clear that he wants me to go. If he didn’t, he would threaten to drown me in the lake. I understand his language, and I know—”

Padmé sighs and watches Anakin shove socks into his backpack unhappily. “What about your classes? You can’t just disappear in the middle of the term; you have responsibilities now.”

Anakin waves her off. He has some clothes, he’s wearing shoes, he has his whip, coiled at his hip and ready for action. “Ahsoka will handle all that. She has the syllabus, she can talk about Jakku funeral masks in her sleep, it’ll be fine—”

“Just…be careful.” Padmé sinks into the chair across from Anakin’s desk. “Nobody knows why the ancient Stewjoni died out, not even the modern Stewjoni. It could’ve been a plague, it could’ve been some kind of extinction event that you’re about to go trigger again, it could’ve been—”

“I won’t bring about the end of the world by visiting some moldy old temple.” Anakin snaps his bag shut. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a thousand-year-old mystery to solve. I promise I won’t forget about you when I’m rich and famous.”

Padmé glares up at him from her seat. “And I promise I won’t forget about you when they find your mangled corpse under a pile of rocks and poor decision making.”

Anakin bends down to kiss Padmé’s forehead. “You always say the most encouraging things. I’ll pick you up something nice in Stewjon, okay?”

“I don’t want any stolen artifacts from a race of people who all died mysteriously—”

“I can’t hear you,” Anakin insists, already out the door. “All I can hear is the call of adventure.”

#obikin #writing #asks #archaeologist au

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willowcrowned · 4 years ago

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Assassin Cody AU

Inspired by this post

Jango Fett is not a particularly busy man. He’s also not, as it comes, a particularly rich one. He is, however, a father, and that means if he can avoid it, he doesn’t take Boba on jobs. He also doesn’t leave Boba alone on Kamino, because he doesn’t trust the longnecks. This means that when Dooku asks him to take a hit on Amidala, a problem arises. The solution? Outsource the job.

He comes up with the perfect ruse— he’ll go off on a “job,” bringing Kote with him, and he’ll let Kote do all the dirty work while he takes a nice vacation with Boba. He won’t have to pay him, like he might if he conscripted Zam Wessel, who’s his other best bet, and he knows Kote will get the job done.

Kote is dropped off on Coruscant with some armor, some credits, several weapons (including a sniper rifle), a jetpack, and, curiously, some Kouhun worms. Jango leaves him there, telling him he’ll pick him up in a few days and to comm him if he needs to get out, and then he and Boba jet off to somewhere nice and sunny.

While Jango and Boba are on vacation, Kote is going through the file over and over again in a bar, eventually deciding to stake out the apartment. The glass will be a big problem— blasterproof, obviously, and blastproof— and the Jedi moreso. He’s not proud of his solution, but Jango did give him the worms for a reason. He tucks them into a droid and sends them off to the apartment, and then he waits for her to die.

She doesn’t die, and the jedi come after him.

After a frankly terrifying speeder chase, he manages to lose them in a nightclub. The ginger one is doing shots by the bar, and the kid is wandering around, barging through people’s conversations and clearing space around himself by glaring at anyone who comes near him. By all rights, they should be distracted, but Kote gets the feeling that they’re both keeping an eye on the door. He’ll have to cause a diversion.

He ducks behind a table, checks that his blaster is silenced, and shoots the electrical panel on the wall next to him. Then he runs. The exit should be clear— there’s no way anyone could have gotten there faster than him, especially since both the jedi were on the other side of the room— but somehow they are.

The kid grabs him and destroys his comm, and he knows jedi kids are already warriors, but he still just got beaten by a kid. It’s a little embarassing. And yet, h gets the feeling that this will be the least of his indignities in the coming days.

(At least, he thinks, it’ll be hard for Jango to kill him while he’s under jedi protection. It’s a cold comfort.)

Obi-Wan is put out, to say the least. The man isn’t talking— not a word about who hired him, or why. They’ve done a bioscan, and it looks like he’s Jango Fett, a mandalorian bounty hunter. (He’s handsome, at least, Obi-Wan supposes, which makes the hours he spends staring at the man at least a little more tolerable.)

Then they get a report of Jango Fett on a holiday planet— one of the ones in the mid rim that consistently get renamed as new corporations buy them out— and Obi-Wan requests a more thorough bioscan. It comes back with two notable results. The first, artificial telomere extensions, implanted from birth— the hallmark of a clone. The second, a biological chip in the brain.

This? this is concerning. Full-body cloning is outlawed on most Republic planets, and for good reason. If Jango Fett is going around making clones of himself, and then training them, the Jedi have cause for concern.

Obi-Wan offers a deal. The Jedi will drop all charges for attempted assassination against Senator Amidala if the clone provides them with information.

“The alternative?” The man asks.

Obi-Wan frowns. “Indefinite imprisonment. You understand why we can’t let you go free, and it’s not like we can hand you over to judicial in good conscience— clone rights in Republic space are dubious at best, so there’s no guarantee you’d even get a trial.”

The man, whose name is Kote, comes clean. He tells Obi-Wan about Dooku, about the job, about the clones— everything (which, considering the limited data he must have been working off of, is very impressive indeed. Obi-Wan tells him this, and if he gets somewhat distracted by the man’s slight blush, that’s no one’s business but his own). It paints a worrying picture, and Kote seems to know it. He doesn’t, however, seem to know about the chip. And that? That scares Obi-Wan.

He agrees to have it taken out.

They do a biopsy, and oh, look at that, it turns out that they’re designed to ensure compliance with a series of executive orders, only able to be activated by the Chancellor. The Chancellor who is, at this very moment, trying to start a war. The Chancellor who is apparently working with Dooku, who is now a Sith lord. (Obi-Wan feels a bit guilty that Anakin is on Naboo right now, none the wiser as to what’s about to happen. But, well, better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?)

He, and the entire High Council, go to arrest the Chancellor that afternoon. The man starts out affable as always, but when Mace brings up the evidence— brings up Kote— a switch flips.

Obi-Wan most certainly doesn’t draw his saber first— no, that honor goes to the Sith Lord— but he does get the last hit in. It’s a bit dishonorable, stabbing him from behind, but it’s not as if he wasn’t about to kill them all. Besides, he had threatened Kote, and Obi-Wan rather likes the man.

Anakin comes back to see the Republic in disarray, Dooku back at the temple being lectured by Yoda on bad decisions, the Separatist movement dissolving, the Chancellor dead and a Sith Lord, and yet, somehow, Obi-Wan ends up lecturing him about attachment, all the while hand in hand with Kote. Anakin is not pleased.

Kote goes back to Kamino with Obi-Wan, and, because the Jedi legally own the clones according to Kaminoan law, they’re perfectly within their rights to do whatever they want. So they adopt them, fully and legally, according to Republic law. Since the Jedi are somewhat exempt from Republic law, though they have the full rights of any citizen, bar voting, this means the clones get rights too.

(It’s a very neat solution, and Obi-Wan and Kote are very proud of it. (If they end up spending hours together working the kinks out, then so much the better. Anakin isn’t the only one who can find a lover.))

The Republic is saved, Anakin and Obi-Wan are maybe perhaps a little more in love with their respective partners than they’re pretending, and the clones spread out through the galaxy, fulfilling their various dreams.

Needless to say, when Jango comes back from his two week vacation, he is very surprised.

#and then Obi-Wan and Cody get married and go around solving crimes the end #i did write this late at night so forgive the everything #willow's aus #star wars #star wars au #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #codywan #jango fett

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sips---tea · 4 years ago

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What it is like so be in a relationship with Count Dooku

- The count is a very busy man so you don't get to see him all the time. This can make you both lonely, not being able to see each other every day.

- Dooku is not one for sexual relations, preferring to have you as an emotional and romantic companion. He gives you all the material comfort and all the money you would ever need while you give him companionship, comfort and company.

- When you are together he will not talk much, enjoying the peacefulness and quietness of his home and with you.

- Be prepared for talking about music, art, politics and history with him over wine and beside a fire in his drawing-room.

- Dooku buys only the best for himself and you, making sure everything from the food and wine to pens are the highest quality.

- As you are not force sensitive yourself, you always find the force fascinating, this leads Dooku to impress you by doing different easy things with the force including levitating you or pouring tea with the force. Dooku finds your fascination quite amusing and will usually have a cheeky twinkle in his eye as he looks at you which he doesn't do for anyone else.

- PDA is very slight, with a slight peck on the hand or the cheek. At home, he likes to play with the rings on your fingers or sometimes you sit on his lap and talk about random things.

- Dooku is terribly protective over you. He understands what danger you are in by being so close to him. Because of this, he makes sure that droids are always protecting you and if you are ever in danger he will drop whatever he is doing to come to your rescue.

- The count isn't one for idle gossip, however, he somehow knows all the drama and gossip, filling you in on everything when he learns of information.

- Dooku sometimes teaches you lightsaber techniques and enjoys watching you trying to fight training droids set on beginners. The twinkle is back in his eye and he enjoys watching you manage to just defeat a droid and watches you as a large grin of achievement falls on your face.

- Dooku doesn't like many people and keeps himself cut off, however, you are the only one who can make him laugh, feel at home and feel peaceful. This is what he loves about you, and he would never trade you for the universe.

#star wars #dooku x reader #count dooku #dooku

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clanoffetts · 3 years ago

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chandrilan tea solves everything (right? right?!)

qui-gon jinn x gn!reader

based on the struggles we see Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon have in Master and Apprentice by Claudia Gray (no spoilers tho)

“Are you alright?” was the first thing out of your mouth when Qui-Gon walked into your apartment. It didn’t take a Jedi to sense something was off.

“No, not really,” he replied, though his tone was calm. It was the most infuriating thing about Qui-Gon, and all Jedi to be perfectly honest, they could get mad and their voice would still hold stable, calm.

Qui-Gon shed his voluminous cloak on the hook by your door, the remaining robes billowing about him as he beelines for your sofa (which is more comfortable than anything in the Temple, apparently).

You bring the two mugs of Chandrilan tea with you to the couch, you’d begun preparing it when Qui-Gon commed you saying that they’d just finished their meeting with the council. “Where’s Obi-Wan?” you start, knowing this will lead to the cause of his mood. It always does.

“Meditating over the mission,” Qui-Gon sighs. “Thank you,” he murmured, taking the steaming mug from your hand. “There is a reason the Force called me to him, I know that. But… It can be so frustrating. Not just him, myself, too.”

Your brows drew together, trying to figure out what to say. “I’m sure he feels the same way…”

Qui-Gon nods. “He does. And it makes me feel like a bad master. The boy is talented, he’ll make a good Jedi, but he’s just… stiff. He’s very stiff. Or maybe I am too...loose.”

You just nod, giving him an encouraging hum. You’re in no place to speak on what a Jedi apprenticeship should be, you only know what Qui-Gon has told you about the padawan process, and even then, his was unique. It’s not exactly common for your master to leave the Order after training you.

“I have spoken to Master Yoda,” he continues, “and he tells me to meditate. That’s all I fucking do.”

“Have you talked to Obi-Wan?” you try. Qui-Gon just looks at you. “You talk a lot for a Jedi and you haven’t thought of just sitting the boy down and talking to him?”

“Well, I have,” he said. “But it’s deeper than that. We’re too different.”

Qui-Gon sits the half-drunk mug of tea on the coffee table, neglecting the coaster as he so often does, settling back into your arms. The fabric of his Jedi robes is rough against your skin, but you know he has nothing else to change into. “Well, the Force made him your Padawan, right? Isn’t the Force never wrong?”

“Our interpretation of it can be, quite often, really,” he replied. “But I see what you mean. You and Master Yoda both.”

“Maybe Master Yoda should give me a job then,” you joke, but Qui-Gon doesn’t laugh. “It’s worse this time?” you realize.

“Sometimes I think Obi-Wan should have another master. One that can teach him properly. The way he deserves,” Qui-Gon murmurs, holding one of your hands tightly between his own. “A more disciplined Jedi, since that’s what Obi-Wan is determined to be.”

You know what he means, that he’s referring to your relationship, his biggest slip in discipline though it’s among many. You know he loves you, but the guilt that came with him being a Jedi is immense, and you have to accept it. Doesn’t mean it’s nice.

Qui-Gon must pick up on that, because he shifts in your arms to look at you. “Darling,” he starts. “I just… I want Obi-Wan to be the best Jedi he can be. He’ll be an asset to the Order if trained properly, but I cannot get through to him. I meditate and meditate and meditate and nothing changes,” the man reclining between your legs is almost in tears.

“It will work out,” you say softly, not even sure if that’s the right thing to say. “You are a great Jedi, Qui-Gon. And Obi-Wan is fifteen, teenagers are hard to work with. I know Jedi are different, but they can’t be that different.”

“I was never this difficult for Master Dooku,” he replied, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“We never think we were difficult,” you laugh, retracting your hand to comb your fingers through the man’s long hair. “Just talk to him, Qui-Gon. If meditating isn’t working for you then I doubt it’s working for him.”

Qui-Gon just hums. He’s a stubborn man, for a Jedi, and you know he came over to be comforted, not lectured. He gets enough of that at the Temple, it seems. “When do you have to go back?” you murmur.

“A few hours,” he replied. “I want Obi-Wan to have time with his friends. He needs it.” You can’t help but smile. For all the troubles Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan have had since Qui-Gon took him as a padawan, Qui-Gon cares so deeply for the boy. “Like I need to have time with you,” he says.

“You sap,” you laugh, fingers still massaging at his scalp. You feel him relaxing, his body getting heavier on top of you as the both of you shift your attention to the holodrama projected on your wall.

“It’s true,” he whispers, barely audible. “It’s scary. How much I need you.”

“I know the feeling.”

#qui gon’s feelings in that book made me so 🥺#like let me cuddle him #let me help him communicate since jedi can’t seem to do that #qui gon x reader #qui gon jinn x reader

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shatouto · 4 years ago

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@obiwanobi allowed me to write a sequel to this lovely raised-as-sith!anakin and jedi!obi-wan fic!! pls enjoy this tiny little 1.3k of hurt/comfort

content warning: description of injuries

capable de deux

The standard clock strikes half past midnight.

Obi-Wan sets the basin on the floor. The man who is no longer Vader sits against the wall like a broken doll, one arm bent in a sickening angle, hands lying palm-up and unclenched between half-crossed legs. He’s not uncooperative, just limp, when Obi-Wan lifts his hands or turns his shoulder to remove the broken armor pieces. He’s not unresponsive, just lackluster, when Obi-Wan decides that the clothes are too mangled to salvage anyway and announces it to him in a murmur. He’s not unfeeling, just very, very quiet. Worryingly quiet.

In the shadow of Anakin’s silence, the only light that comes through is his eyes. Obi-Wan feels Anakin’s gaze like a physical thing, following his every movement in weary wariness as the scissors slowly snips their way along the seams. It’s borderline suffocating, how the air is so thoroughly silent that Obi-Wan can hear exactly how shallow Anakin’s breathing is. He sets all of the blood-soaked scrap fabric aside and dips a cloth in lukewarm water. He meets Anakin’s eyes, before wiping a streak down his front.

Anakin’s body is littered with scars; if there is a patch of unmarred skin left amidst the glossy criss-crossing, it would be dark with bruises. So many scars for someone so young, Obi-Wan catches himself thinking, frowning deeply - because Anakin is young, younger now than any other time Obi-Wan has glimpsed him outside of his distinct helmet. Young enough to be a Padawan, even, had the Jedi found him before the Sith. Obi-Wan sighs.

A deep cauterized gash runs from the tip of Anakin’s shoulder to the middle of his chest, and a fresh burn spreads from his heart to diaphragm, all of which Obi-Wan quickly covers with bacta patches before cleaning the rest. The blaster shot wounds are a more pressing concern, as they are still bleeding. He bites his lip in commiseration, nearly holding his breath as he cleans the too-tender flesh as gently as he can. His lineage does not have a gift for the art of healing, and Anakin’s shields are still rammed up high and tight, so Obi-Wan opts to monitor Anakin’s reactions for any sign of sudden pain.

Anakin doesn’t make a single sound. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move. If it isn’t for his breathing sometimes hitching, Obi-Wan would have thought that Anakin is entirely numb - which would have been worrying. Whenever he glances up to Anakin’s face, their gazes touch; Anakin’s eyes train on his face rather on his moving hands, not alert, but not aimless either.

Water darkens in the basin. Obi-Wan has changed it for a third time, and is on his second washcloth. There is so much blood it’s a miracle that Anakin has made it this far, has dragged himself into the Jedi Temple without getting caught. Obi-Wan works his way down to the slippery patch on Anakin’s thigh, which turns out to be a wound that he can’t - and doesn’t want to - even begin to guess the cause: Raw burnt flesh just ripe for infection on the edge of a gaping cavity still oozing blood.

He whispers an apology as he has done for every touch, dabbing the cloth at the least damaged edge of the wound. This is by far the nastiest wound he’s seen, and Obi-Wan raises his gaze, worried that this might be where Anakin breaks.

Anakin doesn’t.

And somehow it’s even more disquieting.

“You can’t feel it?” Obi-Wan breaks the silence.

Anakin finally blinks at him. Even the confusion is better than the utterly blank look he has been sporting.

Obi-Wan breathes a sigh of relief, short-lived though it is. “Your injuries?” He specifies.

Anakin cocks his head a bit - almost cute, Obi-Wan thinks in passing - but then says in a voice devoid of emotions whatsoever. “It’s not that bad.”

Obi-Wan scoffs. “Anakin, there is blood and bruises everywhere on you and I think your arm is badly broken. Can you even feel it?”

Anakin shrugs with his unhurt shoulder. “No.”

“You can’t—” Cold dread bursts in Obi-Wan’s chest like a sheet of ice shattering. He places a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “Anakin, you need to see a healer! Why did you let me—”

“No, I mean”—Anakin straightens up minutely—“I can’t feel it because it’s not there anymore. It’s just a mechno-arm. Dooku cut my real arm years ago.”

“…Dooku.” Obi-Wan stares at him, voice flat. “Dooku, the other Sith, who’s supposed to be your ally. He cut your arm.”

Anakin makes a vague sound of affirmation, and falls silent, letting Obi-Wan struggle to form a reply to that. Now it’s his turn to look at Anakin in the face, while those now-blue eyes turn towards the ground, lashes so long they cast shadows of their own.

“Don’t call a healer,” Anakin finally mumbles, not looking at him. “I don’t want healers. I don’t want… people. I don’t like anyone touching me.”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan’s eyes widen, realizing that he still has his left hand on Anakin’s shoulder, while his right rests just over Anakin’s knee, still clutching the washcloth. He makes to pull away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

Anakin’s hand flashes up in sudden, unexpected liveliness, immediately squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand on his shoulder. His eyelashes quivers.

“You’re not ‘anyone’.”

—

The entire living room smells like bacta with a hint of blood by the time Obi-Wan is done. He locks Vader’s lightsaber with its buzzing red crystal in a drawer, and wraps away the broken prosthetic and ruined armor and shreds of clothing; it’s not safe enough to discard them conventionally, and he will have to burn them later, ideally somewhere unfrequented. Right now, there is no way Obi-Wan can leave his quarters. Not with Anakin limping out of bed at the sound of a fresher door sliding open or shut.

By all rights Anakin should have passed out from lightheaded exhaustion by now, yet he seems even more awake now than even when Obi-Wan first found him on his knees in the hallway. Anakin pauses at the sight of him and sits back down on the edge of the bed. He fixes Obi-Wan with the gaze of a Loth-wolf.

Obi-Wan lets out a sigh, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. He takes a seat beside the former Sith. “Anakin,” he enunciates each syllable in a lingering rhythm, “could you please stop watching me like this?”

Anakin blinks at him; so far, Anakin seems capable of two states of being: desperate, and confused. “What do you mean?” He looks deceivingly innocent, covered in bandages and wrapped in Obi-Wan’s colors - a thought that Obi-Wan, startled, quickly shuts down. “I’ve always looked at you like this.”

Obi-Wan’s mouth hangs open, his mind running the sentence through. Always? Since before? And then it occurs to him that Vader wore the helmet along with his full suit of armor every time they clashed in battle. The few rare times they crossed paths outside of combat were all hair-thin ceasefires, too tense, too charged with fragile hope for him to notice. It dawns on Obi-Wan that Anakin has no concept of what is an appropriate amount of looking, of staring at someone.

“...Should I not?” Anakin ducks his head a little, and reaches for Obi-Wan’s hand.

By Force, this is a man who demanded surrender from Jedi only to open fire on them, who killed hundreds with just his hands and a lightsaber, who led operations that burn cities of civilians, who scorched the earth of whole planets and poisoned whole systems. This is a man who has done enough evil to make the core of a kyber mountain shudder. He has no rights looking like this, lamb-like in both colors and manners.

But could a child weaned on blood and brought up on broken bones know any better?

“Go to bed, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, in a tone distinctly reminiscent of that which he used with a younger Ahsoka in her rebellious day. (Not that she has gotten any less rebellious; she only moved on to matters more significant than bedtime.) He squeezes Anakin’s hand, and eases him down onto the pillow, and watches Anakin until Anakin can’t watch him back anymore.

And like all infants who fall asleep with a hand in their own, Anakin holds on tight.

#obikin #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #is it still vaderwan if he’s alread an ex-sith #anyway #CLEM #SENT ME #THE DIALOGUE PART #AT 2:30 AND I WAS LIKE ‘ok there is no way i could keep myself from writing this’#i fuckin love this au man #like bless u clem #i was struggling to find a good way to bring a sith anakin back to the light and then you just #you just dropped this right in front of me #i totally hijacked clem’s au hngngnkdf #i have so much more i wanna write #so much #shatou writes

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blackkatmagic · 4 years ago

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Any crossovers with Assassin's Creed in those WiPs ?

1. Malik/Jon/Altair - Half-dead and desperate, Jon crashes on an unknown planet in Wild Space and manages to escape his pursuers by dragging himself into a strange, overgrown temple, only to find a man on a throne, deeply asleep and clutching a golden orb in one hand. Altair has been asleep for centuries, waiting to be called back to life, and finding himself in the middle of another brewing war isn't entirely surprising.

2. Fox/Desmond - Desmond dies. And then, unexpectedly, he wakes up back in the cart on top of a garbage heap in Coruscant's undercity. It doesn't take long to figure out that he's way out of his comfort zone, but ending up getting chased by a guard in armor is somehow both nostalgic and familiar. At least this one's not a Templar.

3. Desmond/Jon - When Jon gets word of the Separatists having uncovered an ancient weapon, he goes to investigate, planning to send word back to the Council and then disappear again. But when the weapon turns out to be a man - and a man who's very displeased to be a weapon at all - Jon has to act, and act fast, to save him before Dooku arrives.

#kat answers #wip list

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snarky-badger · 3 years ago

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Snapshots 5/5

The final part of the Grievous stuff that I wrote some years ago. I hope you’ve all enjoyed my descent into madness. Lmao.

Kyra looked up from the datapad she was studying as a loud crash echoed through the Citadel, brow furrowing as she rose out of the chair she was sitting in. Her right hand scooped up the blaster that was on a nearby table before she strode out of the quarters she shared with Grievous and into the maze-like hallways of the cyborg's lair.

That the droids that guarded the Citadel weren't on high alert was a good sign - it meant that there wasn't an intruder. Which, unfortunately, meant that the source of the sounds was something all too common.

Worried for a completely different reason now, she sprinted to the control room, the heart of the Citadel's massive security system, as well as where the high-tech medical centre was situated. She passed a beheaded commando droid, and then a dazed medical droid, ignoring the warning warbles from two Magna droids as she skidded to a stop in front of the control room's door and started to put in the code that would allow her entry.

But the door whooshed open before she got halfway through the code, and she had half a second to blink in surprise before two arms wrapped around her and yanked her beyond the security door and into a powerful embrace.

Kyra automatically slid her own arms around Grievous' form as he buried his masked face in her hair. A massive shudder went through him, his arms tightening around her possessively when she tried to lean back to look at him. She gave in without protest, nuzzling her face against his armored chest as she gingerly extended her Force senses, frowning when she felt the turmoil and anger that was roiling in him.

Instinct had her soothing that anger with her own calm and love, projecting it into his thoughts, not invasive, but just there, at the edge of his mind. He had to accept her presence, and he did, another shudder going through him when she sent a calming wave of energy through him.

"Need you," he rasped into her hair, voice raw. "I need you close. Please, taisilee."

She placed a kiss over his hidden heart. "You don't have to ask, love," she murmured, feeling another tremble wrack him as he nuzzled her shoulder, fairly crouching over her.

He rose to his full height, scooping her off her feet, and spun to stalk deeper into the heavily secured control room. He passed the computer system that controlled the security of the Citadel, then paused in the doorway to the medical wing, hesitating at the sight of the large bay that had already taken the brunt of his anger. A snarl left him as he whirled away from the destruction, stomping back to the computer room and tensing when he remembered that there was a camera built into the monitor.

With the way his day was going, Dooku would remotely activate the damned thing just as he was settling down with Kyra in his arms.

A low, threatening, growl rumbled out of him at the thought, eyes narrowing, pupils shrinking into dangerous slits. Grievous couldn't let Dooku know of Kyra's existence. The Sith Lord was a very real threat to Kyra's life, and he'd be damned if he let that threat turn into reality.

Kyra gasped as another enraged snarl left him, meeting his gaze and shivering at the anger there. "Grievous." Worried, she rose her hands to his face, shifting in his hold so she could place a kiss over his vocalizer. "Grievous, look at me." When that brilliant gaze jerked to her, barely controlled anger making his eyes glitter dangerously, she lightly brushed her fingers over his mask, just below his expressive eyes. "Let's go outside, love. No walls, no cameras. Just us."

He blinked at her, and for a moment, Kyra was worried that he was too far gone into his anger to understand her. But a second later, he was hurrying out of the control room, arms splitting into four, two lightsabers igniting in time to slice the security door in half.

She blinked over his shoulder at the startled Magna droids and offered them an apologetic look before Grievous swung around a corner, loping through the corridors like a predator on the hunt. Lightsabers were deactivated and replaced into the pouches in his cloak before he returned his hands to her, cradling her in his four arms as he darted through the Citadel's maze-like interior.

He was moving so quickly that she lost track of where they were, distracted by how his hands were lightly clenching and unclenching around her, his breathing a low series of wheezing growls and snarls. Even a brief series of coughs didn't slow him down, if anything, he pushed himself harder, cape billowing out behind him.

They reached a series of winding stairs that Kyra had never seen before, and she felt Grievous' grip on her tighten as he raced up them, taking them four steps at a time. Worried, she extended a bit of her Force senses, frowning when the massive ball of his anger and rage threatened to buckle her mental shields. He had told her that there were times where his anger would overrule his strict control, leaving him nothing but a creature of uncontrolled rage. But she had never expected it to be this severe. He was barely coherant, clinging to her presence - his last lifeline. What little control he had left was dangling by a thread, and he knew it.

The door they came up on buckled under a vicious kick, and Grievous carried her past it and out onto the mesa that topped the Citadel. It was the highest peak for miles, the planet's landscape stretching out below them, mists adding an eerie yet beautiful tinge to the scenery.

But Kyra ignored it, turning her attention onto Grievous as he tried to set her on her feet, a snarl leaving him when she shook her head and curled her own arms around him, fingers finding purchase on bits of his armor.

When he realized that she wasn't letting go, he hissed and instead tightened his hold on her to the point that it was almost painful before he started pacing. Taloned feet tore up the rock as he paced the length of the mesa top, back and fourth, over and over again, as if he was a caged animal that was breaking under severe mental pressure.

Her concern tripled, and she frowned as she reached up again, gently tilting his face down to hers and meeting his turmoiled gaze. His eyes were wild, the whites visible around his irises, his pupils slitted so thinly that they were almost nonexistent amongst the gold. His gaze darted from her to the mesa top and back again as he continued his pacing, hunched over a little, legs working tirelessly.

"Grievous, talk to me." She splayed one hand over his armored chest, the other rising to lightly stroke the right sensor on the side of his head, taking comfort in the fact that while he snarled at her, he did ever so slightly lean his head into her touch. Slowly, radiating calmness and trust, she sent a very tiny pulse of warmth through him, feeling his arms tighten around her as a low growl rumbled out of him, his frantic steps slowing just a little.

As a last ditch effort to reach him, she dropped all but her inner mental shields and gingerly brushed her thoughts against his. His first reaction - lashing out - was purely instinctual, and she weathered the attack, diffusing the anger and rage he buffeted her with and replying with waves of concern and warmth. He growled again, but this time, it was deeper, more of a rumble than a real threatening sound.

Reassured, she carefully broadcasted her own emotions, absorbing every wave of anger that crashed against her mind and returning each with more calmness and echoes of her love for him. All the while, she kept brushing her hands across his shoulders, trying to sooth him physically as well as mentally.

Kyra didn't notice it at first, but somewhere along the way, she had started humming. Nothing grand, just a soft melody that she had heard and apparently memorized. And the sound seemed to be doing more towards calming Grievous than anything else. He had stopped his pacing, focusing all of his attention on her, eyes wide, head tilted a little to the side.

So she kept humming, going a step further to softly send the melody into his thoughts as she rose a hand to touch his face. He eyed her hand warily, growling warningly as her fingers brushed over his cheek, his raptorine body tensing. But she merely held his gaze and lightly caressed the armor under his left eye, smiling a little when he slowly relaxed and leaned his face against her palm.

It took almost five whole minutes before a soft, hesitant, rumble whispered out of him, Grievous' eyes losing the slightly crazed look, pupils returning to their usual size. "....t-taisilee?"

A relieved smile tugged at her lips before she placed a kiss over his vocalizer. "Welcome back."

He shivered. "You shouldn't have stayed," he murmured, even as he nuzzled her cheek apologetically.

"It's alright."

"No, it isn't," Grievous protested weakly, carefully shifting his hold on her to better cradle her to him while he buried his face against her neck, shivering when she stroked the sensors on either side of his head. The last twenty minutes were a dim blur in his mind. But, somehow, he knew that there would be bruises on her legs and side that would form to perfectly mirror his hands, could feel the headache his mentally lashing out had caused. "I hurt you."

"Grievous--"

"You should have left!" he snapped, jerking his head up to glare at her. "I hurt you! I could have killed you!"

She felt his guilt and self-loathing and sent a quick wave of reassurance into his thoughts. "If roles had been reversed, would you have left me? Would you have turned your back on me if I was alone and hopelessly lost in my own darkness?"

He balked at the idea. "Of course not! But, I could kill you simply by accident if I lose control!"

"And just because I don't flaunt my Force powers doesn't mean I don't know how to use them," Kyra murmured solemnly, her voice tinged with sadness.

"But--" He cut himself off, scowling as he realized what she was saying. Various memories of Dooku thoroughly beating him with his Force abilities during his lightsaber training surged to the forefront of his mind. "Hm. You never did tell me how powerful you are."

She smiled and cupped the lower part of his mask in her hands, placing another kiss over his vocaliser. "Don't try to change the subject."

"I'm not changing the subject," he muttered, even as he rose his upper left hand to lightly caress her cheek. "I'm going off on a tangent."

A soft laugh left her. "Same thing."

"No, it isn't." Grievous moved as close to the edge of the mesa top as he dared with Kyra in his arms, then sat down, arranging his taisilee's body so she was leaning back against him. Sitting so close to one another gave him a sharp reminder that he was almost twice her height, and he grumbled as he wrapped his arms around her and tucked her flush against him, his raised knees framing almost her entire body.

And he was completely unable to stop a purr from leaving him when she slid her arms around his neck and snuggled close, placing a kiss on his chest. "You forgive too easily."

She met his gaze when he looked down at her and smiled. "Are you still mad at me?"

"Yes," he grumbled. Though he suspected that nuzzling his face into her hair lessened the severity of his tone.

"Want me to make it up to you?"

He sighed, dipping his head to meet her gaze again. "It's sort of backwards for the one who did nothing wrong to apologize, isn't it, taisilee?"

A rather amused smirk tugged at her lips. "Not if we make it up to each other."

Grievous stared at her for a moment, then chuckled, shaking his head. "And you call me incorrigible," he murmured as he tugged her a little higher, brushing the lower part of his facemask across her forehead. Purring, he slid his lower hands under her shirt, plasteel talons tracing the curve of her spine. There was very little that would keep him from her when she looked at him like that. Armageddon, perhaps. "Not that I'm complaining, my taisilee."

"Better not," she teased, laughing when he growled and tickled her. Yelping, she tried, and almost succeeded, in wiggling out of his grasp, a shriek of laughter escaping her when he grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked her back into his arms.

Chuckling, he caught her and pulled her flush against him. "Where do you think you're going?"

Kyra grinned, seeing the playful look in his eyes. Such a welcome change considering what he'd been like only half an hour ago. "Um, first one back to our room gets to be on top?"

His breath left him in a growl, hands fisting in her shirt. "Should I give you a head start?"

"Nah." Smirking, she sent a wave of warmth, love and lust into him, watching his eyes darken as he growled and tried to haul her onto his lap. Instead of giving in, she twisted away, her shirt ripping and letting her scramble out of his reach. "I'll just have to be sneaky."

He was on his feet an instant later, tossing the material aside as he chased her down the stairwell. A part of his mind marvelled at how she had pulled him out of his rage and drawn him into this playful mood, her laughter and the scent of her growing arousal leading him through the Citadel.

It occurred to him that he'd never shown her through this section of his Lair, and Grievous quickened his pace, easily catching up to her and swinging her up into his arms, his cloak flaring out behind him. His upper hands instantly sought out her bra encased breasts, lower arms curling around her waist to hold her close. "Isn't fair if you don't know where you're going," he rumbled into her ear, taking pleasure in how her breath caught in her throat when he nuzzled the side of her neck. "I'd be a bad mate if I took unfair advantage. Though it is rather.... tempting."

"Is it?" Kyra gasped when he backed her up against a wall, lifting her off her feet as he interspersed his thin hips between her thighs.

A low chuckle left him. "Oh, yes." He knew her well enough to know just how to touch her, kneading her breasts with practiced skill and purring when he felt her hands grip his shoulders. "Now, it's left, left, straight, right, straight. Got it?"

"L-Left, left, straight.... Mmm....."

Grievous stroked the curve of her throat. "If you keep making noises like that, we won't make it to our room," he warned huskily, rumbling when she stroked his chest, sending a pulse of warmth straight to his innards. Trembling, he forced himself to let her go, eyes tracking her hungrily when she stumbled a little, unbalanced by the sudden lack of support from his body. "You'd better run."

She shivered at the tone of his voice, meeting his burning gaze for an instant before she spun and bolted, hearing his low growl as he held himself back for a moment before tearing after her. One advantage she had was that she weighed a fraction of what he did, allowing her to dart around corners with greater ease. A quick glance behind her showed that Grievous merely sunk one taloned hand into the stone wall, swinging himself into the adjoining hallway.

The look he gave her when he spotted her glancing back at him was downright predatory, sending a shiver down her spine. Gods, did she even care who got to their room first anymore? And as she felt his hand teasingly slide across her bare back, she decided that, no, she really didn't.

Grievous must have sensed the change in her, because he overtook her a second later, burying his face in her hair as he hauled her into his arms and carried her the last few metres to their room. His breath was coming in rapid pants as he freed a hand to type in the proper code, growling when she lightly dragged her nails across his armored back and curled her legs around him.

He staggered through the doorway, blindly locking the door behind him as he headed deeper into their quarters, talons already ripping her bra and pants off her body before yanking his cloak off of his shoulders. Echoes of her pleasure were already resonating through him, nearly overwhelming him, and he hissed as he backed her up against the closet wall.

"Taisilee." He reintegrated his arms back into two, guiding her legs around him again before he returned his hands to her breasts, ducking his head to nuzzle his mask against her shoulder. Gentle talons plucked at her nipples, sensors drinking in her soft gasp as she arched towards him. Even now, she stunned him with the amount of trust she had in him. Especially after she had seen him at his worst.

"Grievous...." Her breath caught in her throat when he growled against her neck, the vibration from his vocalizer sending goosebumps across her skin. Shivering, she wound her arms around his neck, mewling when he dropped his hands to knead her buttocks, pulling her into the roll of his thin armorplast hips.

Another growl left him as he wrapped his arms around her, steadying her as he carried her across the room, face partially buried into her hair. Her hands gripped at his shoulders, and he murmured her name as she placed kisses across his masked face, each embrace accompanied by a fresh surge of pleasure. He stumbled the last few steps, splitting his left arm so he could reach into her dresser while still keeping hold of her.

Plasteel talons closed around the familiar form of the alloy sex-tool, purring to her as he slid his hand between them, the attachment clicking into place as he slid the terminal into the groove on his pelvic armor. A startled hiss left him as it logged into his neural net, the artifical sensation of blood pulsing in his cock momentarily stunning him.

Kyra's breath warmed the side of his mask, pulling a shiver from him before he shifted his grip to her waist, nuzzling his face against her neck as he positioned himself and buried himself in her with one smooth thrust. "K-Kyra!" He struggled to hold himself still, panting, snarling, as he met her gaze and reintegrated his left arms, rising his hand to stroke the delicate curve of her throat, closing his eyes with a groan when she playfully ducked her head to suckle on one of his fingers.

Murmuring Kaleesh endearments, he wrapped his free arm around her waist and rolled his hips into hers, sensors along his body going into overdrive when she moaned and pressed her lips against the base of his armor-plated throat. Hands clutched at his shoulders as she matched his rhythm, letting him push her back against the wall as he seperated his arms, the soft mewl she loosed nearly driving him over the edge.

Grievous' lower arms wrapped around her waist, one of his upper hands returning to her throat while the other stroked her cheek. Her thoughts brushed against his, always asking, never intruding, and he hungrily accepted the waves of pleasure that she sent to him. When she gasped out his name and arched her back, he hunched over her and nuzzled his masked face against her chest, drinking in the sound and scent of her, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure drugged him.

It was when he felt her core start to spasm around him that he froze, growling and hissing at her when she cried out in frustration and fairly begged him to keep moving, trying to roll her hips against him when he held her still. "Not yet, taisilee," he murmured into her ear, purring when she whimpered. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Grievous, please. More." Kyra felt him waver, just a slight tremble, the tiniest little inhalation of breath, and she took advantage, smirking as she sent a pulse of warmth through him.

He shuddered, a strangled groan leaving him as he crushed her to him and bucked his pelvis against hers, hips churning as he drove himself into her. Her hands scrambled for a hold on him, and Grievous caught her wrists in his upper hands, pinning her arms above her head. She matched his rhythm once again, crying out as he helped her meet his thrusts, lower hands gripping her waist, his mind and body overwhelmed with pleasure.

Seconds before climax would have crashed through them both, the chirping of an opening comm line snapped his attention away from Kyra. "NOT NOW!" he roared ferally, barely managing to place a hand over Kyra's mouth to muffle her dismayed cry. Blast it all, he hadn't thought to secure his own built in communicators.

Undeterred, the voice of one of his Magna Droids filled the room, drowning out his own rapid breathing. "Count Dooku requests that you contact him immediately, sir."

Grievous cursed and leaned over Kyra to start banging his head against the wall.

The droid sounded perplexed by the loud thuds. "Sir? Are you--?"

"I'M. FINE." He slammed his skull against the wall a final time, then snarled. "I'll be there shortly." And then he savagely locked down every single comm line he had, even his silent internal ones.

Kyra looked like she was ready to throttle someone to death. "If you leave me--!"

He cut her off with a low, guttural, purr, and shook his head, nuzzling her cheek as he quickly resumed the delightful movement of his hips, taking pleasure in how she started to writhe against him once again. "I would never," he growled, clenching his eyes shut as he rushed them towards climax. "I'll make this up to you later, taisilee. But, I can't draw t-this ou-t-t any-- ohhh!"

His ability to manage coherent thought dissolved into low groans and snarls, hearing Kyra's own breathing hitch in her throat as she rocked against him, her blue gaze locking with his gold. He shifted his grip, raising his lower left hand to trace little patterns over her jugular, feeling the pulse against his fingers.

She was on the edge, Grievous could sense it, could feel it in the tension that sang through her, and he pushed her towards it, growling at her breathless cries. He snapped his pelvis to hers, his cock pulsing as if it was flesh, so sensitive to her own core that suddenly clenched down on him.

A triumphant howl ripped it's way out of him, drowning out her own cry as she shook against and around him, back arching, hair tumbling down across her back and shoulders. He released her wrists, upper hands scrambling at the wall he was pushing Kyra up against, taloned feet embedding themselves into the floor. The alloy sex tool felt so real, that he could almost feel his seed shooting into her depths, could almost delude himself that he'd be able to impregnate her.

Wheezing, he slumped against her, weakly bracing most of his weight on his upper arms as he leaned his masked face against her cheek and struggled to regain his breath. Kyra moaned thinly and rested her forehead on his right shoulder, little aftershocks pulling gasps from both of them as her inner muscles fluttered around him, triggering mini-climaxes that continued to surge through them.

"I-I know I don't say this very often," he murmured into her hair, wrapping all four shaking arms around her. "But, I do love you, my Kyra."

She leaned her head back to smile at him tiredly, deep blue eyes still dark with passion. "I love you, too, Grievous. And you do say it," she added, raising a trembling hand to brush her fingers just below his right eye, hearing his sigh as he nuzzled her palm. "Every time you call me your 'taisilee', I can sense it from you."

A weakened purr rumbled out of him as he brushed the lower part of his facemask across her lips, shivering when she rose both hands to caress the sensor panels on either side of his head. He let himself indulge in the sensations for a little bit, then sighed heavily and carried her over to their bed, trying very hard to ignore how he was still buried within her. "If it was anyone other than Dooku--"

"It's alright," Kyra told him, hearing his doubtful grunt as he nuzzled her throat before he gingerly slid out of her, both of them gasping at the sensation. The look in his eyes as he set her down onto the bed made her want to grab him and try to convince him to stay, but she held back, watching instead as he slid the alloy member free of his pelvic armor, his low moan doing nothing in helping her to keep herself from jumping him again.

"No, it isn't alright." Growling, he stomped over to the dresser and hid the sex tool once again, somewhat in better control of his body now that it was disconnected from his neural net. Though he still wanted nothing else than to curl up with her.

Instead, he snatched his cloak up off the floor where he had previously tossed it, and slung it back over his shoulders, securing the clasp before moving over to her. He hunched over her, crouching low so he could brush the lower part of his mask over her lips. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

#grievous fuckery #general grievous #star wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #grievous x oc #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #help me obi wan kenobi i wrote grievous smut #snarky is writing

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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That One Fucked-Up Rexwalker AU

OKAY so people showed interest in this! Cool! This is... actually you know what, yeah, this falls into dead dove territory. It's kind of angst with a happy ending? At the very least it's hurt/comfort.

Warnings: rape as psychological torture by an enemy party, later dubious consent by parties that are at least trying to make it consensual but the situation makes it difficult to navigate

This was inspired partially by the first chapter of this collection by @the-writing-mill, which features Obi-Wan getting absolutely railed by a fucking machine set up by droids who don't understand consent. I got to thinking about the set-up and slid sideways into a slightly different context.

So Anakin, in all his shitty luck, gets captured, as one does. Whoever captures him has strict instructions to avoid physically damaging him or permanently fucking up his connection to the Force, because they'd like to use him as a weapon eventually, but to play around with his psychological damage in whatever way suits.

We'll say it's Ventress, who vastly prefers horrifying physical damage for torture, or killing/hurting people's loved ones in front of them, and now has to get creative to deal with Skywalker, because for whatever reason, she only managed to get Anakin and not any of his friends.

Obviously, Palpatine is the one saying 'don't damage the good.' She doesn't know that, though, just that Dooku said His Sith Master said to leave Skywalker intact for later.

So the easy route to psychological damage is, well, rape. But she's not into him, and there aren't really any other sentients in her little torture castle, but last she checked Skywalker is really needy? She's picked up on the fact that this guy really loves Having people.

She handles it: strip him down, strap him down, and get a fucking machine involved. Naked and cold and with a pipe leaking from the ceiling. Let a protocol droid keep an eye on things so he doesn't have some kind of permanent physical damage, but basically just have him unceasingly fucked for like a week, sometimes edging and sometimes forcing and sometimes just really digging into the oversensitivity, whether he's awake or asleep or what. Nothing but air and metal, and sometimes Ventress when she comes by to taunt him. There's magic involved to up his sexual craving without making it any easier on him.

It's fucked up but he does get saved! Eventually!

Ventress did her job, didn't enjoy it, and doesn't care that he's gone. She has people to kill, okay, she's bored.

So, you know, Anakin needs time to recover. He doesn't try to argue that he doesn't, at least partly because he's having trouble standing. He'll be fine! Stop worrying, guys! It's fine!

It's not fine, everyone tells him, because that was fucked!

It takes a while to get back to Coruscant. It's normally a few days, but there's a disruption on the hyperlane they'd use, sooooooo they're stuck.

Anakin tries to make some calls to Padme. When the calls connect, she helps. Obi-Wan was part of the rescue team, so he's there to do what he can, but Anakin keeps flinching away. Ahsoka is helpful because Anakin's hindbrain reads her as Not A Threat, but nobody's telling her what kind of torture Anakin was dealing with, because she's Designated Baby.

Anakin is alternately overwhelmed by physical touch and craving it, and the fact that he just got the Force back isn't helping.

(It later comes to light that the reason he flinches from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is because they've got the Force and a person with the Force approaching for that week meant Ventress, and that's--not great. And it's just a LOT and REALLY BRIGHT after his time in the Force-nullifying cuffs.)

So Anakin spends a lot of time alone, craving people while being deeply unnerved by the ones he's most able to ask for that sort of thing (his master and padawan). Rex is one of a handful of clones that volunteer to check in on Anakin until they get to Coruscant. He's not the only one who walks in on Anakin shifting uncomfortably and looking red in the face, but he's the one that actually asks about it.

Anakin, with some prodding, does not admit to the problem. He does, however, admit to a different problem, and asks if Rex would be okay with a hug, or maybe putting an arm around Anakin's shoulder, or--actually, no, this is stupid, forget he said anythi-- Rex sits down next to him and pulls Anakin into his side and just lets Anakin relax into him.

Anakin starts shivering. Shuddering. Crying, after a while. Rex lets it happen and tries not to panic, just rubs an hand up and down Anakin's arm.

They don't really talk about it, but Anakin does end up cuddling with Rex for a few hours a day while they try to get everyone home, and Anakin's kind of on enforced medical leave, so he can't really help until Obi-Wan comes up with a solution that gives Anakin a job directly.

Rex finally gets an answer to why Anakin keeps looking uncomfortable and close to tears but embarrassed about it. He doesn't, for the record, press for that answer. Instead, he accidentally walks in on Anakin three fingers deep in his own ass and whining into his pillow.

Which is. Awkward.

Obviously.

Turns out whatever Ventress did to him has him feeling incredibly empty without something to plug him up! It sucks! He hates it! He's been trying very hard not to submit to this need, but it's still there and he needs to be filled up and just snapped and had to do something about it!

This is, as you can imagine, not a comfortable conversation for anyone, but Rex tries to cheer him up with "Well, Jedi have stipends, right? You can probably find, uh, a toy, right? Once we're back on Coruscant? Or the Senator...?"

Anakin doesn't want Padme to know.

Anakin is also near tears but that's. Well. Rex is used to that by now.

(Anakin isn't using shipboard fabricators to make a dildo or plug because have fun explaining that on the expense report!)

So Rex is in this awkward position of having to comfort his recently-more-traumatized-than-before superior officer, whom he just walked in on furiously and tearfully masturbating due to said trauma...

And Rex is pretty much just like "Dude, please call your wife and have her talk you through the... whole... thing... I'm just, I think you'd probably feel less upset about having to fill yourself or whatever if she was talking you through it?"

They drop the subject for a bit, but Anakin is still Fucked Up in many ways, including new and exciting ones, and it turns out he hasn't been sleeping! And only sleeps if there's someone he trusts nearby!

So obviously Rex volunteers because fuck it, it's not like there's anything about his General he hasn't seen yet, right? So, yeah! Sleepy cuddles! Intended to be platonic!

Rex wakes up hard and flushed and with a very much still asleep Anakin grinding his ass against Rex's crotch.

Which, under significantly different circumstances, he'd not be upset by... But given literally everything going on, um. No?

Rex has no idea what to do, so he just kind of lays there and tries to shift away so his back is pressed to the wall and Anakin isn't accidentally trying to fuck himself in his sleep. Which works.

For about fifteen minutes.

And then Anakin is whining and shuffling back and Rex just tries to wake him up like Dude, You Don't Actually Want This, You Told Me You Don't Want This

And they separate and avoid each other and shower, and Rex leaves to go do Things while Anakin continues to try to meditate away what trauma he can before they get back to Coruscant for extremely long mandated therapy.

Rex shows up that evening to cuddle again, but Anakin tries to turn him away because He Can't Be Sexually Assualting His Friends In His Sleep, so he should honestly just sleep alone, right? Right, okay, bye Rex, Anakin is so sorry about this morning--

And Rex interrupts that he's not actually upset about it, he's just upset about Anakin being in this position, and Anakin doesn't actually want Rex so that's kind of upsetting, and Rex would be very open to this later after the war when they're not in a position to fuck up their entire legion with a change in dynamics--

And this goes back and forth for a bit before Rex realizes that Anakin does actually want him, and did before this whole Situation happened, and Anakin realizes that Rex is interested in him and NOT just trying to 'do his duty for his Jedi' or whatever.

And anyway, it turns into some very sweet lovemaking every night where Anakin gets to fall asleep with a cock in his ass, filled with cum, with Padme's blessing, until they get to Coruscant and he can find a plug for the nights they're not together (and also some therapy).

When Obi-Wan finds out they're fucking, he's actually furious and ALSO unsure of which one's taking advantage of the other.

Initially assumes Rex is taking advantage of Anakin's recent emotional traumas. Anakin protests that he asked Rex for this, and Obi-Wan is asking in horror if Anakin ordered one of the soldier under his command to do this, and it all just kind of goes very poorly.

Everyone means well. Nobody really succeeds at it.

#Rexwalker #Captain Rex #Anakin Skywalker #asajj ventress #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #torture tw #psychological torture tw #rape tw #phoenix posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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gospelofme · 3 years ago

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Things I want to see in The Bad Batch season 2

They’ll likely return to Cid’s place honestly, but I do want them to have a moment to reflect on what happened with Crosshair. I want them to talk about him with each other. I wonder if they’ll go to wherever Cut settled down. They went to him after leaving Kamino the first time. He is someone they know they can go to to regroup and ask advice.

Rex and Hunter need to have a sit down. Rex has had experience dealing with things that Hunter is just now going through. Rex trying to talk Jesse down is very similar to Hunter talking with Crosshair.

I want to see what Rex has been up to. I hope the finale was a turning point for Clone Force 99. I hope they decide to work with Rex for a bit. If they have any hope of getting Crosshair back, they will need help. They’ll need someone with experience in getting clones out.

Ahsoka: I really hope she makes an appearance. Even if it’s brief. I know Rex is being protective of her and her whereabouts since it would be deadly for her if the Empire discovered her. They likely consider her dead, like they consider Rex dead, but that can change.

We know Rex will likely pick up Gregor at Cids, or maybe the team will drop him off with Rex. But I do want to see him get Wolffe. And I want it to be challenging. I want them to basically kidnap him OR I want Wolffe to realize what is going on. Maybe Rex will ask the team for help in getting Wolffe.

I don’t think we’re done with Hera and her story either. I hope we see Cham and Eleni take back Ryloth and free Howzer. I don’t see them leaving him behind, not after he risked his life to save them.

Crosshair

- I am hoping we get an arc with him alone. Him trying to figure out where he wants to be. I honestly have doubts about whether or not he’ll go back to the Empire. They did leave him for dead.

- We need a clear answer on whether or not he has a chip. I know the writers have said he doesn’t but they’re likely just preserving the current narrative until they give the whole “surprise!” moment.

- Quite honestly I hope he tracks down Rampart to kill him. I feel like he’d want to enact revenge on the Empire for leaving him.

We do need some interaction with Darth Vader. Honestly I feel like that should happen, but I do like how there aren’t a ton of classic canon characters (Obiwan, Vader, Palpatine, etc). Granted there aren’t many left alive…

Cody! We need an attempt by Rex to get Cody. Or some Cody cameo. Something. Although I know it’s more likely we’ll see him in the Obiwan series, since the dramatic impact would be great!

More information on Omega. There has to be something more to her. Why make a clone with no accelerated aging? What purpose does that serve? We know why it was that way for Boba: Jango requested it. But I doubt he was aware of or requested Omega.

Rampart: what’s his goal? Does he want to get ahead, become more important than Tarkin? Probably. All but one of his elite soldiers is dead, so what’s his plan there? Will he train up more elite soldiers? Does he have more waiting in the wings?

We need a clone trooper rebellion. I can’t help but feel that some of them hated seeing the destruction of their home. The clone who reported it to Rampart seemed distraught over it.

I do think they need to have some Jedi action. Even if it’s not Ahsoka. They need to know there are some who survived Order 66. I need Hunter to know Kanan survived. I have a feeling he’s so protective over Omega because he couldn’t protect Kanan. That he knows there was a kid, albeit a Jedi but still a child, out there on their own. He seems to have a natural father instinct that didn’t activate until he spent more time with kids.

I don’t see Hunter giving up on Crosshair either. I know he sees Crosshair has having made his decision, but he’s also seen others like Howzer staying to try to get though to their brothers. I know he felt something when Howzer alerted them to the trap and then refused to leave his men (even though it could mean his death if he stayed).

Bora Vio: I hope they go back there. A whole satellite Kaminoan cloning facility just abandoned? With experiments still in their tubes? Why? What was that place for? That seems to be a place with a lot of potential to uncover some of those Kaminoan secrets that Echo talked about.

Kix. According to his Wookieepedia page, he uncovers the secret of the chips. He knows that Fives was right all along. He was on his way to the Jedi Council to warn them, but he was captured by Dooku. He was tortured and put into stasis. Dooku puts him on a shuttle and orders the droid pilots to not allow him to fall into Republic hands. They flee a Republic ship that pursues them, crash lands on a planet, and he’s eventually found 50 years later by the Crimson Corsair and his crew.

But I want to see Rex noticing his disappearance. I want to see Rex looking for him, even after Order 66. I know he looked for him, he gave him the task of investigating what Fives had been going on about.

Hunter needs to admit to the rest of the team that he’s scared. That he isn’t sure what to do. That may go against everything he was taught, being a leader and all. But Crosshair took some pretty big hits at his leadership skills while on Kamino.

While I’ve liked them interacting with Cid, she’s got them out of their comfort zones in a way, I do want them to go off on their own again. I want them to find Rex and start working with the early stages of the Rebellion. Perhaps even Bail Organa makes an appearance. I doubt Obiwan will since he’s on Tatooine peering at infant look over some sand dunes, but maybe. Rex said that there were others out there, so this makes me think early Rebel Alliance stuff. They could use Clone Force 99’s skills and it would put them back into a more comfortable place. And they’d have more resources available to rescue Crosshair.

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #crosshair tbb #commander crosshair #Captain Rex #sargent hunter #tbb hunter #tbb howzer #captain howzer #captain gregor #tbb gregor #commander wolffe #obiwan kenobi #bail organa #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb season 2

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sithsdoinshit · 4 years ago

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What about siths reaction to their S/O being super clingy? Like wanting to kiss them a lot and to hug them

who wouldn’t want to kiss these colorful characters a lot?? 👀 ..ok maybe the aros/aces who prefer a nice hug instead but you get the point

cw: allusions to sexual abuse in savage’s entry

vader: your touch breathes more life into him than anything the force or his suit could ever do. he’ll soak that shit up like a sponge. the only time he doesn’t like it is if he’s trying to work on something, but that’s more him worrying about sparks or oil getting on you. cuddling while working on a droid is not good lab safety, and you are far less easier to put together than he is.

sidious: if you are not on his lap 24/7 then what are you even good for

maul: he has moments of clinginess himself, not to mention his love for subtle displays of pda. he simply must show everyone that you are his beloved mate. he is also, however, a man that needs space sometimes. always being in his personal space makes him anxious, even if it’s the person he adores with all his two hearts.

savage: in the beginning, he is still a bit nervous about intimacy. savage trusts you, but the fear response to unexpected touch---especially from women---lingers. you’ll have to be gentle and serious about consent at first, but as your relationship grows you become a source of comfort and safety to him---and he’ll be just as cuddly back. lots of nuzzling and purring.

asajj: of course she likes getting kisses from you, but asajj is someone who needs her own space. she isn’t always in the mood to be touched, nor does she enjoy receiving constant affection 24/7. a very clingy S/O may not be her S/O for very long if they can’t come to a compromise on such things.

dooku: he doesn’t mind it too much, unless you are not giving him any time to himself. dooku spends a lot of time pondering what makes you act in such a way----whether it’s just how you express yourself in a relationship or if it is a result of self-esteem or abandonment issues. he might even approach the subject with you at some point; dooku is not one to shy away from potentially difficult discussions.

kylo: the clingmaster supreme. kylo loves receiving affection from you, and he’s more than happy to return in kind. his favorite thing is when you run your hands through his hair. the two of you make the most disgustingly lovey-dovey couple in public---within reason, of course. the people around you do not deserve to be subject to really intimate things without their consent.

nihilus: also very happy to get so much love from you. nihilus craves your touch, however you share it with him---kisses, hugs, holding hands. anything to feel your presence, surround himself with it. part of him fears that someday it’ll be too much, that he’ll start to consume your life force without even realizing it. but his desire for you is simply too great to let fear stop him.

grievous: grievous certainly loves being around you. in fact, he greatly prefers to be by your side than be alone. maybe it’s because he lived a long time with several wives and children, or maybe it’s the loneliness that has plagued him since ronderu’s passing. whatever the case, as long as your neediness is simply out of affection and not because you cannot be strong on your own, he enjoys it immensely.

inquisitor: oh, does he enjoy your displays of affection. it feels so good to be wanted, to be needed by the person he loves so dearly (not to mention a good stroke to the ego). he only hopes that he successfully makes you feel that amount of affection in return---the inquisitor would hate for there to be any imbalance in your relationship.

lana: she’s not used to this sort of love. not in romance, not even in friendship. it’s rather startling, to be honest---to be desired in such a way that her partner can’t stand to keep themselves away from her. perhaps she’s just so used to keeping her distance from people. lana likes the affection you show her, but it can be overwhelming at times.

#anon #ask #sup guys i have emerged from a Very Shitty Week #but i think it's going to be better from now on??? may have found a medicine that actually works???#anyway here you go :}#darth vader #darth sidious #darth maul #savage opress #asajj ventress #count dooku #kylo ren #darth nihilus #general grievous #grand inquisitor #lana beniko #x reader

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cinna-wanroll · 4 years ago

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Obi-Wan’s Unusual Behaviors Towards Satine Kryze

Ft. 2am character analysis notes

Obi-Wan Kenobi is hardly a people-pleaser. In fact, it is speculated in Wild Space that he may never have told a single flattering lie in his entire life. Prime examples of this trait would be in the TCW movie, where he has tea and friendly banter with the enemy general- he even winks at his opponent. He unashamedly flirts with Sith assassin Asajj Ventress multiple times throughout the series- even in front of others. He lets himself lose terribly in a fight during the Kadavo arc to buy Anakin and Ahsoka time, and constantly makes snarky/sarcastic commentary. He can be rather blunt, and isn’t afraid to contradict other people’s ideas, views, or tactics. He does this with Anakin throughout the series, with Count Dooku in the Dooku Captured arc, and even with Captain Tarkin in the Citadel arc. All in all, Obi-Wan is a confident man who doesn’t let the judgments of others affect the way he operates.

That is, until mid-season two.

Why, Cinna? You ask, voice full of curiosity. You have no idea where this is going. You’re on the edge of your seat, waiting for me to tell you. Are you ready? Do you wanna know? I’ll give you one hint- I never shut up about her.

Yes ladies and gentleman, I’m talking about Satine Kryze.

You gasp, shocked.

When she shows up, Obi-Wan suddenly displays multiple uncharacteristic habits. He constantly touches her, constantly checks to be sure she’s safe- which shows doubts in his own abilities as a protector, and he even seeks affirmations of friendship from her.

He isn’t afraid to look into her eyes, but is shy at some moments, which we almost never see from him in any situation, ever, unless he’s being touched. See: the moment he’s being hugged by a Talz.

Examples of his shyness around Satine would be the way he looks down after she teases him about falling and dropping her, or when she comments about his beard ‘hiding too much of his handsome face.’ He doesn’t instantly make a snarky or light-hearted comment back to her gentle teasing here like he normally would, instead he asks her seriously why she doesn’t like it.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?”

Although I would like to note he never truly looses his Obi-Wan characteristics here- he doesn’t shave after she makes the comment, but his questions show that he cares not just about what she thinks of him as a person, but physically as well.

This adds a softer, sweeter side to the Jedi Master/ my husband, and is an indicator of a difference to all of his other relationships. Upon further analyzation, I have broken Obi-Wan’s stages of relationships into six stages of companionship.

Stage 1- Puts up walls, distant, stiff, snarky/witty, deflective, non-emotional, sometimes chiding. An example of someone in this category might be Sugi, from the Trouble on Felucia arc. (although I mean there is some sexual tension there, its probably because shes also played by Anna Graves who plays Satine, but-)

Stage 2- Friendly, cheerful, lets his guard down a little. Dex would probably fall under this section.

Stage 3- Still a little distant but will show he cares about you in some ways. Will defend you. This is probably where all his work friends go- Yoda, Mace, etc.

Stage 4- Listens to you, checks on you, jokes with you, will give you advice. Ahsoka is a good example of someone in this category.

Stage 5- Basically Anakin. Will confess his flaws and internal struggles.

Stage 6- Satine Kryze. Cares about what you think. Probably thinks about making out with you a lot.

Now there is another important component of their relationship to discuss- their PDONAs, or public displays of non-affection.

The over-the-top argument on The Coronet in front of the senators is a perfect example of this. While Obitine may butt heads on occasion alone, their squabbles are usually tedious and are centered around one thing: tension.

Whether it’s the tension of a dangerous situation, physical attraction, or things left unsaid, they take every opportunity to deny their tensions to both one other and themselves. This of course is aided by their intellectual and stubborn personalities, however their private disagreements are a lot more about their concern for one another than they are grandiose like the aforementioned Coronet argument. A good example of this is when Obi-Wan responds to Satine’s comment on him hurting people by fretting:

“You don’t seem troubled that I could’ve been killed back there.”

Obi-Wan could have said so many different things to counter what Satine said, like ‘Would you have preferred I stood by while they ground me/you to bits?’ But no, instead he very directly asks the question, ‘don’t you care about me?’

This is the heart of their personal arguments. However in public, not only are they trying to convince themselves they aren’t in love- they also have an audience. And since they are both stubborn, passionate, and very extra, things explode.

Obi-Wan isn’t really disputing Satine’s beliefs- he’s known about her political views since they were young. So the argument they’re having only makes sense to me as a young Obitine argument. No, he’s convincing those around him that he could never be with her because they have different interests.

Satine doesn’t think Obi-Wan is war-hungry, she knows that he’s almost as dedicated to peace as she is, and she’s intelligent enough to understand he just has a different opinion on how peace is achieved in the first place. So when she is accusing him of such things, she is attempting to erase their history and understanding so that their audience won’t know what is going on between them or what went on between them.

In that episode (Voyage of Temptation) the inner turmoil felt by both Obi-Wan and Satine is palpable, and driven by the rekindled emotions which were never properly burnt out- only unhealthily buried by two emotionally constipated and overly-responsible young people.

Their desires are coming to the surface after all these years of repression faster than either of them knows how to deal with. So, they attempt old methods of burying their emotions from when they were apart- i.e. convincing themselves they are too different, they have different goals, one of them is incompetent, etc. Except no it’s not just themselves they are dealing with, and the truth is in front of their faces so it’s harder to deny their chemistry and compatibility.

This eventually dissolves into Obi-Wan becoming more physical with Satine, constantly needing to be around her and not being able to get her out of his mind.

He is seen watching her defend her world when he’s admitted to disliking politics and has different views. He attempts to comfort her afterwards, even running to catch up with her and grabbing her arm, then later attempting to grab her hand. He seeks her out after she’s been avoiding him to make sure she’s okay and when she says she “didn’t want to worry him,” he replies, “on that count, I’m afraid you failed spectacularly.”

He doesn’t say, ‘Well, I was,’ or even ‘on that count, you failed.’

No, he adds spectacularly, which shows that most likely all he’s been doing is worrying about her. He grabs her by the shoulders and leans his face in way too unnecessarily close just to talk with her.

He’s shown gazing out the window worriedly while Satine is on the run. He stares at her (which is technically putting her in more danger the longer he waits!) just to watch her and how good she looks in her disguise. He even smiles like a fool at her. He only comes to his senses when police pass by. He sits with his hands close to hers and then when he’s about to enter the senate building he looks back to make sure she’s okay.

They both touch each other like crazy in every episode, and as I mentioned before, Obi-Wan has expressed how uncomfortable he is with physicality, which shows how comfortable and trusting he is around and of Satine.

In conclusion: Obi-Wan is soft for Satine.

#obitine #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #obi wan x satine #star wars #tcw

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hellowkatey · 4 years ago

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Febuwhump Day 8

Prompt: “hey, hey, this is no time for sleep”

Warnings: graphic descriptions of violence and injury

Crash at Point Rain

The battle already rages below them as the 212th Attack Battalion descends toward Geonosis. Obi-Wan watches with great trepidation as the ground forces are already deep in the midst of a violent undertaking. The explosions kick up the dusty surface of the bug planet, creating a cloud that obscures his view from seeing anything besides the muted flashes of blaster and cannon fire.

The Force reeks of death and destruction. If the turbulence of the gunship isn't enough to cause his stomach to turn, the feeling of darkness is.

"Five klicks to the rendezvous, General!" the message is passed from the pilot.

"Very good, stay sharp."

Everything relies on things according to plan. So naturally, everything goes up in smoke.

A massive explosion next to them causes the gunship to jolt, nearly throwing half the men out the other side of the open ship. Obi-Wan whirls around in time to watch one of their other ships, hit by cannons, violently explode and fall to the ground in a massive fireball.

Oh, not good, he thinks, because as long as they are in the air, they are practically defenseless. The clunky ships only have so much maneuverability and the dust is too thick to get a proper visual to shoot down the anti-aircraft tech.

"Take evasive action!" he yells, though his orders are implied. The blast doors are slammed shut, and darkness encompasses the hold. Obi-Wan white knuckles the hand-hold, his heart dropping as the reports begin to come flooding in through his commlink of other gunships having the same issues.

He would have preferred to never step foot on this Force-forsaken planet again. One time on Geonosis is more than enough in Obi-Wan's opinion, but apparently, the bugs seem to have a significant role to play in all of this. He still remembers the carnage in that arena like it happened yesterday. It still haunts him that all of this could have been stopped had they managed to capture Dooku.

Instead, Anakin lost his hand, The Jedi lost numerous, and the galaxy received a civil war.

Cody's voice rings through on his commlink, sharp and frantic. "General Kenobi, don't land! The zone is hot!"

"But there's nowhere else to go!"

Suddenly, the gunship jolts once more, but this time the horrible sound of durasteel being forced apart and the heat of explosion accompanies it.

"We're hit, we're hit!" he yells over the alarms that now blare through the cabin. "We're going down!"

Some troopers fall into the walls as the ship loses control. Obi-Wan can see out the front window from where he stands, and the red sands of Geonosis are very quickly approaching. We're coming in at too hard an angle!

Another shot comes hurdling through the very window, shattering the transperisteel and striking the pilot. There is only time for a gasp of surprise, and then the trooper slumps forward.

"Brace yourselves!" Obi-Wan screams as the ship takes a nose dive. Gravity is pulling his body off the ground now, and despite his order, he finds himself suspended with only his grip on the strap as an anchor. The Jedi Master flails, trying unsuccessfully to plant his weight anywhere else and get some traction, but troopers are already being thrown at a terminal velocity within the durasteel coffin, pushing him out of any position of security he could manage.

When the front of the gunship slams into Geonosis, Obi-Wan is torn from the handle. He unceremoniously crashes into the durasteel floor, his forehead bouncing off it with a sickening crack. Darkness clouds his vision, but he holds onto consciousness as the belly of the ship follows close behind in the violent crash. He is tossed into a huddle of other troopers, their armor cutting into the unprotected portions of his skin. Obi-Wan has no idea if up is up or down is up, or how long they have been skidding across the surface of the planet. The pile of helpless men is suddenly thrown in the other direction as the ship seems to slow, but tip onto its side. Obi-Wan, on top of the pile one moment, is hitting the wall again the next. This time, he doesn't have a moment to react before the other occupants of the hold are on top of him.

The destroyed gunship itself has stopped, but everything still feels like it's spinning. He gasps through the thick black smoke that has funneled into the cabin, trying to move, but the four troopers that are slung across him have him pinned against the wall. His head throbs, his vision is blurred. He can't tell if it's from the smoke or he hit his head hard enough to give him a nasty concussion-- possibly both.

Through his haze, he hears groans of agony around him. His troopers have not moved since they came to a stop. He can feel their Force presences-- they're dim. Few. Many have perished, and many more are on the way.

Obi-Wan manages to get an arm free and pushes the clone that lies across his chest to the side. Blood covers the front of his armor where it looks like his blaster got jammed in his throat. He pushes down a wave of nausea and uses his newfound freedom to push another one of his fallen men off his leg. He's weak. Barely able to manage the weight, though he's never had issues before.

"General!" a faint voice calls from the other side of the ship. It takes him a moment to look up, searching lazily across the smokey cabin. A trooper slowly gets to his feet, stumbling over the bodies of his fallen brothers and landing on his knees at Obi-Wan's side.

"Trapper," he recalls his name. "are you injured?"

"Not as bad as others. And you, sir?"

Obi-Wan grimaces as another wave of nausea burns like acid in this throat, and decides to ignore that question. "Help me get free if you can."

Trapper is able to pull the other two troopers off him before practically collapsing. Obi-Wan pulls him to sit next to him with his back against the wall. "Well done, trooper. Rest now."

The clone sighs in relief, reaching up and pulling his bucket off, and holding it in his lap. Now that they have settled and the smoke has thinned, Obi-Wan can finally take stock of the damage.

The walls of the gunship look as though they were crushed between the hands of a giant. It's a wonder it held up the way it did judging by the force of their impact. Bodies of troopers are strewn about. Motionless. The smell of blood and burning flesh is already potent, which is just about pushing Obi-Wan over the edge.

"Pardon me, Trapper," he says before leaning over away from his companion and emptying the contents of his stomach. He vomits until there is nothing left, and then his stomach still twists, as though even its natural acid must be ejected. Tears spring up in his eyes and his face feels hot and clammy. Obi-Wan has to clutch the wall to bring himself back to his original sitting position. His hands are shaking. He folds them together in an effort to calm them.

His head hurts. It's a dull, radiating pain that encompasses his head and runs down his neck, making his body simultaneously feel like it's crumbling and completely numb.

He can feel Trapper watching him. "I'm okay,"

"Did you hit your head general?"

"A better question may be what didn't my head hit."

It's more honest than he usually is, but Obi-Wan is quickly losing the will to hide it any longer. He is holding back tears that he isn't sure why are trying to force themselves out. He's felt greater agonies, been through worse tribulations.

But the tears don't seem to be sadness. It's difficult to place, but he feels angry? Frustrated? With every passing moment, his emotion seems to change.

It's exhausting. He's exhausted. Obi-Wan lets out a shaky breath and lets his heavy eyelids fall closed. Though the gunship was dark already, the total darkness is like immediate relief.

"Hey, general, this is no time for sleep."

"It sure feels like it," he groans.

"If you have a concussion you must stay awake to monitor your symptoms, sir."

"And if I decide to nap?"

Silence hangs between them for a long moment.

"I believe there is a chance you may not wake up. Sir."

As enticing as that sounds in the moment, Obi-Wan forces his eyes open again, rolling his head slowly to the side to look at Trapper.

"We can't have that, I suppose."

Minutes or hours later-- Obi-Wan isn't sure-- voices echo from outside and rapid footsteps approach. Not the buzz of Geonosisans nor the clank of battle droids, which is comforting at least. He grips his lightsaber anyway, ready to use it if needed.

Obi-Wan isn't sure of how much help he could possibly be, though. After taking greater stock of his injuries, he is quite sure he won't be able to stand on his own for more than a few minutes, nevermind actually fighting.

The door of the gunship is forced open and light streams in, causing a flare of pain behind his sensitive eyes. He squints through the daylight until his swimming vision finally focuses long enough to see familiar troopers.

"Waxer, Boil. Am I glad to see you," he pauses as they run forward to meet them, their gaze obviously wandering to their dead brothers lying about. "Trapper and I are the only ones still alive."

"Good to see you, sir," They hoist him to his feet, quicker than he probably should have been by the way everything goes black for a few long seconds, but Waxer keeps his arm securely around him as he blinks through it. "Commander Cody's established the square just beyond this position..." a ringing in Obi-Wan's ears drones out the clone's voice, and he winces, squeezing his eyes shut until it passes. "...trying to surround us as we speak, sir."

Right. The battle. The war. Now out of the ship, he is rudely reminded of the brutality of the ongoing battle that is only made worse by his pounding head. Blaster shots sound as though they are being amplified directly in his ears, and explosions and cannons make his knees feel weak from the light sensitivity.

Medical is going to have a field day with this, he sighs.

Though he wants nothing more than to collapse in his bunk for the next week and a half, he reminds himself of the importance of their success. They must recapture Geonosis and take out their droid foundries.

Obi-Wan pulls the Force around him, releasing his pain and using it to augment his strength. It's a short-term solution-- and something that will get him in deep trouble with the healers if they find out-- but it will do for now.

There will be time to rest when the war is over.

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