#bo-katan kryze needs a hug

[kalevalakryze]

It's Over, Isn't It?

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, The Mandalorian (TV) Pairings: Bo-Katan Kryze /The Armorer Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, The Armorer, Din Djarin, Axe Woves, Koska Reeves, Moff Gideon Warnings: Broken Bones, Injury, Violence, Character Death, Blood and Injury,  Notes: For @whumptober 2023 Day 5. Time Period for Night of a thousand tears to skip to reclaiming Mandalore Prompt: “You better pray I don't get up this time around.” Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.” Word Count: 2,317 AO3 Link: Here!

She should have felt more, as she watched Korkie fall at the hands of Moff Gideon, as the same blade that had killed her sister now took the life of the last of her blood line; the last piece of existence that proved the only son of Clan Kryze had ever existed was felled. 

Stormtroopers held her back with bodies pressing her into a crumbling wall, electro-staffs readied just centimeters away from her abdomen as she writhed against their hold. “Tell me, Lady Kryze,” The Moff’s voice dripped with venom as Bo-Katan bared her teeth at him. “What will your ancestors remember of this day?” 

She sprung forward then, shaking the hands from her own as she surged into the staff of arcing electricity. Her gauntlet managed one short lived jet of fire before the paralyzing pain became too much, as bodies all pounced on the Mandalorian at once. 

Pinned to the ground with Stormtroopers each taking one of her limbs, Bo-Katan was only able to spit a mouthful of blood onto his boots as he approached, the warbling of the darksaber like nails on a chalkboard in her ears. “You better pray I don’t get up this time around,” 

The darksaber disengaged as Gideon crouched down to her level, pressing the ignition end of the hilt just under her chin as he twisted his lips into something like pity. “I’m counting on it, Mand’alor.” 

As Imperials hauled her back to her feet, the Mandalorian struggled in their arms. “We had a deal!” She shouted to no avail, teeth bared as she cursed the man in every language her tongue could formulate. 

The bones in her hand were splintering under the enhanced strength that Gideon was given by his Beskar alloyed armor, mechanics whirring as bone and beskar were broken under his grip. She couldn’t shout, only her face twisting beneath the helmet as the darksaber was raised high in the air, blade flickering and sputtering as the Kyber was shattered in its casing. 

Bo-Katan was forced to her knees under his grip, pain shooting up to her shoulder as she watched the ancient blade crumble. The saber was forced from her hand as he threw it to the ground, finally releasing her as it clattered to the ground. Her breaths came hard as she cradled her hand in front of her, on her knees before Moff Gideon once again. 

Her helmet was forcibly ripped from her head and tossed to the side near the broken remains of Tarre Vizsla’s saber; The woman’s lips pulled into a snarl as she glared up at him once more, the same aching feeling that told her the fight is lost flooding through her veins once again. 

“The darksaber is gone,” He announced haughtily through the vocoder of his helmet, slamming the staff into her abdomen and throwing her back. 

When she caught herself, her weight landed on the shattered remains of her hand enough to have her breathing through her teeth as her body cashed into the durasteel platform. 

It was a fight to raise her arm off the ground and keep her hand hovering as she struggled to rise. “You’ve lost everything,” Pushing off the ground and onto her knees, Bo glared at him through a veil of sweaty hair. “Mandalorian’s are weak, once they lose their trinkets.” 

Inhaling slowly as he approached, Bo-Katan was able to school her expression, holding her hand back just enough so if and when he struck the next blow, she could save her agonized arm some trouble. “Mandalorians are stronger together.” She spat, working a muscle in her jaw as she raised her chin up at him; if she were to join the Manda today, it would be in a way honorable to her ancestors, than wasting away on Kalevala. 

As the stolen fleet’s capital ship ignited the world around them, and as she slid in to use her shield to cover Grogu, Bo-Katan watched with abject satisfaction as Moff Gideon was swallowed alive in an inferno. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperial. Can you say the same?

Evacuating the survivors from the smoldering carnage had been hard work; harder so with only one working hand, though on her fifth trip back to the surface, a gloved hand had stopped the Niteowl’s mechanical rescue mission. Someone took the Mandalorian from her side as she finally managed to raise her gaze from the worn down path in front of her. 

The screaming pain in her hand had dulled into a bone deep ache hours ago, easy enough to ignore once she was in the routine of pulling survivors from the carnage or dragging the dead someplace more respectful than where they’d fallen. She could even argue that the pain was gone, had The Armorer not stopped her mid-mission. 

She could feel the judgemental gaze beneath the darkened visor, and yet, it did not ignite the fire in her blood that it may have once had. Her hand was gentle when she reached to touch the Niteowl’s arm, and only then was she reminded of the agonizing pain, of the bones in her hand that sat shattered in their sleeve of flesh and torn tissue. 

Something childish deep inside wanted to drop to her knees with the pain, to ask for the help she knew she needed, and to sleep; Krif, she just wanted to sleep. Korkie was avenged, Mandalore was reclaimed, and the weapon that took her family away was demolished, so why was she still here? Hadn’t she done enough? Was there more to atone for, after all this time? 

Her nose twitched in response to the pain; she was a Mandalorian, she had to be a Mandalorian, if she showed these people she was anything less, then it would all be for nothing, after all that time chasing away the looming demand of ‘dar’manda’ in her dreams, she could not settle to slip up and ruin this now, not if she would not be granted the glory in death. 

“What?” Bo-Katan croaked dumbly, growing anxious under the continued scrutiny. This was it, after all that; no one would argue with The Armorer if she were to throw Bo-Katan out. She would be done. 

“You appear to be injured,” The Armorer stated, as if Bo-Katan did not feel the damage to her abdomen or the splintered bone in her hand with each passing second. 

“I’m fine,” She shot back too quickly, biting her tongue as she forced her hand down from the cradled position against her armor, biting back the winces into her tongue until the metallic taste of blood was flooding her mouth. “I need to get the others,” Her departure was stopped by a hand on her bicep, squeezing just enough against inflamed nerves to have her crying out, spots flashing through her vision and knees trembling to keep herself up as her hand was brought back to her chest. 

“You need the med bay.” Again, a simple answer, a simple answer that could lead to the end of Bo-Katan’s very short reign as Mand’alor. 

The Armorer released her hand and started walking, clearly expecting to be followed.  Refusing to hang her head in defeat, Bo-Katan squared her shoulders, raised her chin, and followed paces behind the woman to the overflowing medical tents. 

Mandalorians were stuffed into the tents to the brim, curtains pulled to offer the children of the watch some form of privacy as they were treated for burns and injuries from the mountains of debris. The Armorer stopped Bo-Katan at the entrance to the tent with a hand on her chest, disappearing into the throngs of people to get… whatever the krif she was looking for. 

She could feel eyes on her as others shuffled in and out, though she didn’t spare anyone a glance, even as Din passed with a hand on her shoulder and Grogu reached out towards her; couldn’t bear to look at them if this went how she thought it would.  

The Armorer returned after what felt like hours, with the line of their injured moving sluggishly past her. The pain in her hand went numb once more, at least. The Armorer moved past Bo-Katan smoothly, only offering her an acknowledgment when the woman didn’t follow, prompting her to fall into step at her side once more. 

They walked for miles, back into the destruction of Sundari, through caverns and tunnels, and into the caves of the Living Waters. “Sit,” The Armorer commander, and she did, dropping herself heavily into the dirt in front of the inscripted pillar, pebbles scratching at her armor and falling between her beskar plates and flight suit. 

The other woman was much more graceful when she took her place in front of Bo-Katan, kneeling steadily in front of her as the redhead kept her gaze turned on the water. “What are you convinced is going to happen, Lady Kryze?”

“Like you don’t know,” 

“I don’t, may I see your hand?” Laying out the supplies she’d grabbed from the tents, The Armorer grabbed her hand when Bo-Katan offered the shaking extremity, gentle as she removed the woman’s gauntlet and pushed back the sleeve of her flight suit. 

Silence hung thick in the air, only broken by the sharp sounds of pain as her glove was slowly cut away, revealing the swollen mess of bones and bruises that had become her dominant hand. “Karabast,” The redhead’s nose twitched, swallowing dry air thickly as The Armorer settled her hand in her lap. 

“Lady Kryze?” The Armorer prodded once more as she dug through her supplies, head turning to watch as the woman studied her hand. 

“I assume…” Her lips turned into a scowl. This was like the forge on Nevarro all over again; being asked to make herself vulnerable, being asked to take the step that she knew had others declared dar’manda by the Children of the Watch. “That my time is done..” It sounded like a question, like prodding The Armorer to offer that blanket of security that she had then, too. Instead, the woman’s head turned to stare at her. 

“Do you want it to be done?” She finally questioned as she readied a stimshot at Bo-Katan’s wrist. 

“No, of course not, ah-!” The pain from the stimshot was soothed by the warm tingle of the medicine getting to work. “I served my purpose,” Bo-Katan pushed on, talking to fill the silence, staring at the low-light reflected in the golden helmet as she felt the woman ready the bio-cast and prepare to snap her bones back into place. “Satine and Korkie are avenged, Mandalore belongs to Mandalorians again, and Gideon is dead. That’s… well, it’s all I’ve-” She was cut off by the pressure and the delayed pain from bones being slipped back into place with a sick sound, her head dropping back against the stone as her other hand shot out to fist into The Armorer’s fur cape. 

Strong hands settled on her elbows to steady her once the cast was secured, anchoring her back down as darkness ebbed at her vision. “Fuck!” She shouted, voice echoing off the cavern walls once she could breathe again. “Do you not wish to be Mand’alor?” The Armorer questioned, taking Bo-Katan’s attention away from the pain as she injected half of the contents of a stim shot into her hand, soothing some of her pain. 

“No,” A tired blink as she looked down at the casing around her hand- still bruised and swollen, but now the bones clearly sat where they were meant to be as the cast continued to press and shift her hand back in place. The expressionless stare she was leveled with urged her to continue. “When I joined the Death Watch, it was because I didn’t agree with my sister, The Duchess Satine; I didn’t think her ideas were right for our people… I still don’t, entirely; But there was a lot she was right about that I never wanted to see, I blinded myself for Pre Vizsla, thought he was the best of us,” 

Bo-Katan scoffed, not realizing The Armorer was cradling her hand in one of her own, and still holding her elbow with the other. 

“Everything went downhill when he enrolled us with the Separatists, betrayed them, and then found two dar’jetti to enlist into our cause; Darth Maul and his brother Savage.” The woman’s good hand raised to rub at the column of her throat. “Maul won the darksaber and killed Pre- finally opened my eyes. From there, it was a fight to return Mandalore to our people; one that we’ve never truly been able to accomplish until today.”

“Without you, do you believe we would have?”

“Yes. Somehow, someway. I never saw it happening in my life, but I swore not to die until I saw these things through to the end.”

“And now that you have, are you ready to die?”

Bo-Katan’s eyes flickered to the waters, thinking of the great beast hidden in the depths. “No.”

The leather on her face was warm, soft in places, though calloused much like she imagined the hands beneath to be. The Armorer’s hand radiated warmth as she cupped the redhead’s face, thumb stroking across her dirt smeared cheekbone in a moment of weakness. “Then nobody has the right to ask you to leave your home or your people; and we will protect your right to stay and to rule, so long as you find yourself capable of doing so.” 

Bo’s head turned, catching the pad of the other woman’s thumb on her lips, breathing in the smell of gunpowder, fire, and plasma with each measured breath. “Thank you,” It was all she could say, the only way she could fill in the words of a lifetime of fears and doubts, forged by war after war, both of her own design, and someone else's. 

[lorrainestea]

Look me in the eyes and tell me she doesn’t look like she’s gonna cry soon

[sunshinekryze]

crying to 'control' by halsey while comparing it to bo-katan (this is a daily activity for me)

[fanfictasia]

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14145648/14/When-Paths-Collide-The-Chosen-Twins-Book-4

https://www.wattpad.com/1300276265-when-paths-collide-chapter-13-gone-with-a-trace

[wanderingjedi77]

Bo Katan x Fem!Reader (First Kiss)

Summary: Your first kiss with Bo has been a long time coming.

You had been with the Nite Owls for six long months. They had been gracious enough to let you stay with them on their ship, traveling the galaxy well, also attempting to teach you how to be Mandalorian before they returned to Kelevala, the seat of House Kryze.

The unexpected break was welcome, and you spent your first few days exploring the castle and the surrounding area, admiring the endless ocean, and near constant rain. Bo had warned you not to go very far without her, so you had stayed close, not wanting to displease your Princess.

Today, you found yourself doing what you did best. Researching, studying. Trying to find your way in this new culture in Bo's library.

You hummed as you peered through the books Bo had in her library, running you're hand across holo-pads and old hard backed books until you settled on one about Mandalorian culture and lounged in one of the comfy chairs across from a table strewn with papers and holopads, evidence of you're recent studies when Bo walked in.

She watched you for a few moments before moving around the chair; touching your shoulder lightly to get your attention before she leaned against the table, placing her helmet down.

"Hello, Princess." You greeted softly and peered up at her with a smile. Bo tilted her head, and looked amused.

"How is it I always know where to find you?" Bo teased. You sighed and leaned back, folding the book shut and placing it in your lap. You and Bo had gotten to know each other somewhat over dinners and walks, but you were still getting used to her teasing.

"Maybe it's because you like knowing where I am?" You fire back, and Bo laughs.

"I don't spy on you sweet girl." Bo corrects. "But you do seem to be a person of habit."

You're heart fluttered at the nickname, and you tapped her on the leg. "I am not."

"You are." Bo laughs again, "And stubborn too." She meets your gaze, and you look away shyly.

"What do you need of me, Bo?" You ask softly, and meet her gaze again as Bo slips off the table and takes your hands to pull you up. You let her and catch yourself with one hand on her armor as she wraps an arm around your waist to steady you.

"I have a gift for you." Bo removes her arm and pulls something out of her pocket. Is it a holo chip? You give her a confused look, and Bo hurries to explain.

"You said you couldn't find pictures of your family. I went digging." Bo smiles at you, "It's all on here. To remember them by."

You swallow hard and look at her in shock. "I.. you..." You feel your heart sing, and wonder how she had managed that. "I can't believe -"

Bo pressed it into your hand. "I'd do anything for you." She tells you softly.

"Thank you!" You move forward in response and hug Bo tightly, and she laughs. "I can't believe you did this for me." You kiss her cheek as you pull away, and Bo looks at you with a nervous smile.

"Sorry -" You apologise quickly and blush as Bo moves a strand of hair behind your hair.

"Don't apologise." Bo replies quietly. She meets your gaze as her hand cups your cheek, and you shut your eyes; relaxing. "I don't mind if you kiss me." She removes her hand from your cheek with a gentle swipe of her thumb and smiles at you, her eyes sweeping down from your eyes to your lips.

"So why don't you kiss me?" You ask her, and there's a steady silence. Bo looks thoughtful, her lips curled into a frown as she meets your eyes again.

"Because all I'm good at is war." Bo tells you, and she looks back down at her hands. You reached out and take them in you're own, step closer to her.

"You're not good at war, you're good at protecting people. You're good at saying what's on your mind and knowing when I'm hurting. You're good at being there for your people. you're good at loving me when I need it most." You tell her and feel a little out of breath. "I care about you, Bo. I want to be there for you just as much."

Bo looks at you, and gives you a sad smile. "You think far too much of me sweet girl."

You smile, and tilt your head up to look at her. "I always will Princess." You tell her, pleased. Bo wraps an arm around you, suddenly serious.

"I haven't kissed anyone in a long time-"

"Then allow me to refresh your memory." You tease, and Bo smirks; before she leans down to kiss you. It starts of slow, soft. Like she's testing a new fighter. You wrap your arms around her lower back, an pull her closer at the delightful flutter in your stomach.

Bo was kissing you, she was kissing you-

Oh!

Bo deepened the kiss and lifted you, moving you around and up so you were sitting on the table. It was desperate almost, like she was realising how much she had been missing with you. You sighed into her kiss and then tapped her shoulder with your hand.

Bo pulled away, flushed and smiling at you. You had never seen her so happy. "Did I get carried away?" She reaches up and puts a hand on your back, drawing slow circles with her thumb.

"I just needed a moment to breath." You reply, and smile back at her. "That was probably the best kiss I've ever had."

Bo laughs, delighted. "Good." She hesitates. "Do you maybe want to take this somewhere else?" She asks gently.

You smirk. "Like?"

"Somewhere where we won't be disturbed." Bo suggests, and tilts her head at the open space your in. You trail your hands down her sides at look up at her.

"Mhmm I don't know." You tease her. "What's in it for me?"

Bo gives you an appraising look. "Well, come with me and find out, sweet girl."

[starnerd1]

Anyone else absolutely terrified about the Mando S3 finale?

So much is going around the internet (as it tends to do) about people wanting/expecting Bo-Katan to die in the finale. Vague and/or Cryptic comments from actors and producers and directors are fueling the flames and it's getting me all kinds of nervous.

Some root for her to die because they hate that she is 'taking the spotlight' or 'sidelining Din' or fill in the blank generic "i don't like having more than one main character" type of schtick. Other say it's the 'logical conclusion' to her story arc. That she needs to be redeemed for being a terrorist and they only way to do that is for her to die.

On this second point, I have to push back hard on this. Rewatch the Clone Wars. Rewatch fucking Rebels. She owned her bad choices and mistakes. Demonstrated massive guilt and regret. Refused leadership several times until Sabine convinced her through the rallies clans who chose to support her. And then, as she did the first time after the Siege, she was crushed by the Empire as all others were. This time was just 10000x worse than Gar Saxon betraying everything Mandalorian and throwing in with the Empire. So, what's the redemption she needs?

Anyway, I could go on a rant for AGES about this particular point. So I'll stop myself here.

There are others who want/expect her to die so Din will be motivated to take up the dark saber, take revenge, and then rule.

I'll only say this once: STOP KILLING WOMEN TO FURTHER THE PAIN AND/OR STORY OF MALE CHARACTERS. See Satine Kryze's murder as case-in-fucking point.

So, I guess the whole point of this post is to ask: is there anyone else out there nervous/terrified that they are going to kill Bo-Katan off in the finale? I just...I can't shake the onslaught of posts and speculation and rooting for her to die. It's so depressing and disheartening.

I need a hug.

[cam-elot]

This Must Be the Place

Chapter 1: Home is where I want to be

Author | Cam_elot Fandom | The Mandalorian, Star Wars - All Media Types Pairing | Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker Rating | Explicit Characters | Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu/Baby Yoda Tags | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Roommates, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Good Parent Din Djarin, College Student Luke Skywalker, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Getting Together, Din Djarin Needs a Hug, Idiots in Love, Idiots being awkward messes, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bo-Katan Kryze is a good friend

Summary | Din, a fiercely independent single dad determined to raise his son Grogu on his own, is struggling to make ends meet. Pushed by his friends to find a roommate and get some cash in, Din meets Luke, a college student with a sunny smile and guarded eyes. He reluctantly lets him enter his home, his family and his heart.

Written as part of @swbigbang 2023

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Brian Matyas of Ahsoka Tano fighting an unknown assailant. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 5, The Jedi. Calendar by DateWorks.

This story was originally published on June 29, 2024.

What could Grogu say about Ahsoka Tano that he hadn’t already said? Amazing Force worker. Snappy dresser. Fascinating person. Not a Jedi? Well, she had said that herself, but Grogu had his doubts about that. Just because you leave the Jedi doesn't mean the Jedi leaves you. He should know. He was and wasn’t a Jedi. It was complicated.

In his case it was complicated because he’d only been Master Beq’s padawan for a very short period of time. And most of the lessons they learned together were about avoiding the Inquisitors, the Sith, and the Imps. He’d never searched for a kyber crystal on Ilum, let alone built his own lightsaber. His hair wasn’t long enough to make a padawan braid. And he didn’t have a belt to give some style and flair to his coverall. You couldn’t really be a Jedi without going through that right of passage. 

On the other hand, he knew everything there was to know about the Force. He had absorbed every lesson he’d ever managed to sit all the way through. No one was better at meditating than he was. He had practiced and practiced and practiced until he could simply think of what he wanted and then floated silently, smoothy, effortlessly up into the air to collect the cookie container from the highest shelves anyone ever put it on to keep it from him. That was how Jedi did things. They were focused. Resolved. Relentless. 

Maybe that was the problem that Asoka Tano was dealing with now? She hadn’t been relentless. And she’d been distracted. Resolved? Nope. Can’t do that when you’re distracted. He didn’t blame her for that. How could he? You find out that your master, the person who trained you, taught you, shaped and molded your every thought related to the Force, the Jedi, and the galaxy at large, turns out to be some Sith’s apprentice! That’s gotta leave a mark! 

Grogu was amazed that she was even able to recognize another Force worker, let alone wield two light sabers and try to keep his dad from being, you know, his dad. Maybe that was the problem too. 

A Jedi wasn’t supposed to attack first and ask questions later. Just the opposite really. Ahsoka must have thought that Din Djarin was the enemy, but why think that? She had met Mandalorians before. She had to have. Bo-Katan Kryze, who was definitely a Mandalorian, had told them where to find Ahsoka Tano. If they knew each other than Ahsoka couldn’t be suffering from ‘all Mandalorians are bad’ syndrome, like so many other Jedi had suffered and had made Mandalorians suffer. That was a strong point in favor of her judgment being compromised because of that whole Jedi Master/Sith Apprentice thing.

Now, why did any of that matter? Why care that Ahsoka Tano wasn’t quite in the perfect headspace to work with him and his dad? It was a good question and Grogu wasn’t sure that he had a good answer. 

He’d spent a lot of time without anyone in his life who had known anything about the Jedi Temple, the other Jedi masters, the other Jedi knights, the whole process of going from youngling to padawan to knight. He missed a lot of people and wished that he had been able to do more to help prevent the disaster that had befallen them all. It was deep in his past, but the pain was easy to access and that was a big problem.  Meeting someone who had to have felt that same pain so closely, and yet, had been so far away when it all happened, was just a new twist in the story. A twist that Grogu didn’t need, want, or desire and he certainly hadn’t been prepared for any of it. 

Now there they were. In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, having a perfectly middle of the road discussion about him. Who was he? Why was he with a Mandalorian? Did he know who he looked like? Blah, blah, blah. What he really wanted from this former member of the Jedi was a hug and an apology. In that order. To just be held by someone who had once looked at Master Kenobi, who had taken lessons from Master Yoda, who had cringed when Master Windu raised his voice… that was a set of connections that could never be duplicated by anyone who hadn’t been at the temple at that time. That is what connected him to Ahsoka Tano, whether she realized that or not. 

He wondered what she wanted from him. Did she want a hug? He’d be happy to give her one. Did she want an apology for all the things that had happened to her that no one had recognized other than Grogu, but he hadn’t been listened to or even noticed? He’d be happy to do that as well. Did she just need a friend who remembered the same people she remembered the same way she remembered them? Well, there’s the rub. He didn’t remember much about Anakin Skywalker and the little he did remember wasn’t really all that pleasant and he wasn’t even talking about the whole Sith Apprentice thing. 

Nope. He and Anakin were the same age. But he was a human, more or less, and Grogu was not. The differences between them couldn't have been more startling. One of them just floats around the Jedi temple like dust particle getting blown around by the ventilation system and the other runs everywhere, all the time. One is tall and able to reach the jar of cookies on the top shelf of the kitchen storage room and the other one has to climb it all like a mountain because he’s been forbidden to use the Force to help. One of them broke everyone’s heart and the other couldn’t heal them fast enough to make a difference. 

He supposed that he and Ahsoka Tano would just have to agree to disagree. Neither of them were Jedi, even though they had both been raised by them. Neither of them were masters, but they had taught other people many lessons. One of them thought attachments were problematic because of the one she had for a person who was problematic. The other one, well he had a Mandalorian father now and there was no problem there. Mandalorians revered their duties as parents and protected their younglings no matter what. Grogu wasn’t going to leave his dad anymore than Ahsoka Tano was going to leave the galaxy. That’s just the way things were and Grogu was glad of that. 

He just had to hope that the Force was with him. It was. Of course it was. Why wouldn’t it be?

[jessicas-pi]

For the WIP ask game: I'm a sucker for Mandalorianakin as a whole, so I need to know. The rest of them sounds AMAZING though.

Mandalorianakin it is!

So, I don't have much of another snippet to share so I'll ramble a little instead!

(but I have to start by giving so so SO much credit to @seleneisrising and @direwolfrules for being my enablers and giving me lots of ideas for this AU!)

So, this whole AU starts when Qui-Gon doesn't die. No death, no dying promise to train Anakin. No dying promise to train Anakin, and the council puts its foot down, so now they have to figure out what to do with Anakin.

Obi-Wan gets the idea to call Satine. Mandalorians adopt people, right?

Satine is raising her nephew Korkie, who's only a few years younger than Anakin. And since Mandalorians have a tradition of adopting a second child if they only have one, so their kid doesn't grow up lonely, Satine says "sure, bring him over!" thinking that she'll see if Korkie and Anakin get along and go from there.

Anakin arrives and thinks everything is so cool. He fits in pretty well, and he instantly latches on to a young red-haired pilot, a Protector-in-training.

Fenn thinks Anakin's an adorable little kid until Anakin "I'll Try Spinning That's A Good Trick" Skywalker gets into the pilot's seat, uninvited. Then Fenn discovers just what a tiny menace this child is, but it's too late to get away, Anakin latches on to him and now Fenn has a 24/7 shadow.

Kay, fast forward. Anakin, because he's a Tiny Gremlin, goes out to explore the city and runs into none other than Bo-Katan Kryze. He giddily drags her home, having recognized her from a family portrait.

Her career with Death Watch ends exactly three days after it started. Her sister hugs her when she comes home. Bo is only sixteen. She never looks back.

(At some point, Anakin drops that he used to be a slave and that his mom is still enslaved. Bo's like "...gimmie the address.")

(A few days later, Shmi arrives on Mandalore. She takes one look at Satine, who is 23 and stressed beyond reason and constantly on the verge of a breakdown, and goes "kay... guess I have a daughter now.")

Korkie grows up, Anakin grows up, everything is adorable and chaotic. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are semi-regular visitors and Anakin calls Obi-Wan at least once a month to tell him about all the cool stuff he's doing!

And then Padme Amidala is almost killed by an assassin—an assassin wearing Mandalorian armor.

Obi-Wan calls Satine again. She knows from the moment she hears of it that Anakin will want to go help. Padme is an old friend of his, after all. So she gives permission, and Anakin puts on his pilot armor, hops in a ship, and sets off for Coruscant.

He comes home a week later with three million brothers and plans for that slave revolution he's always been hoping for.

Also, he and Padme started (a) dating and (b) a war.

Oops?

[kleyamarki]

all things end

(the clan wren devastation fic)

characters: Ahsoka Tano, Sabine Wren, Bo-Katan Kryze, Clan Wren

category: teen & up

warnings: character death mentioned

other tags: Great Purge of Mandalore During the Galactic Empire/Post-Purge of Mandalore during the Galactic Empire, Sabine Wren Needs a Hug, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief

summary: After Sabine’s had nightmares of fire raining down on Mandalore, Bo-Katan Kryze brings news that will change her and Ahsoka’s lives forever.

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[kalevalakryze]

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The Dead Do Not Dream (But I Might As Well Try)

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48406549 by moonminso Obi-Wan Kenobi has spent ten long years in exile on the home planet of his dead padawan. With the jedi order gone and the empire well on its way to tearing the galaxy to pieces, he has never been closer to losing all hope. That is, until a certain someone crashes into Obi-Wan's life and changes everything. Again. Words: 4911, Chapters: 1/19, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bo-Katan Kryze, Asajj Ventress, CT-7567 | Rex Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, found family realness, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Darth Vader Redemption, Suitless Darth Vader, BAMF Ahsoka Tano, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, themes of abuse - palpatine is his own tw atp, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, POV Multiple, Trans Anakin Skywalker, Trans Ahsoka Tano read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48406549

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Hope is the last thing ever lost…

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by SpiderWidowFam88

Peter didn't expect to wake up after Turing to dust...

After feeling his body dissolve away into nothing but particles in the sky, ready to be blown away at any moment, after he watched his other teammates die in front of him, he thought Spider-Man was finished.

He didn't expect to wake up from something like that.

Let alone wake up in another universe which was apparently ruled by some corrupted government with weird space knights with telekinetic powers and light swords.

Not as weird as a Titan wielding stones though, to be honest...

Stuck in this new universe with no way home, and only his nano suit and his trusty AI to guide him along, what will Peter do once he realizes that he holds the key to free the galaxy from the Empire's Rule?

But when he arrived, others felt his presence, both good and bad. How will he survive long enough to help the good, if the bad are hunting him?

Words: 5829, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of STAR WARS: Rise of the Spider

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV), Star Wars: Rebels, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Cassian Andor, Peter Parker, Ruescott Melshi, Kino Loy, Yoda (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Bail Organa, Mon Mothma, Saw Gerrera, Jyn Erso, Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios, Sabine Wren, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Rogue One crew, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Bo-Katan Kryze, Ahsoka Tano, Grogu | Baby Yoda

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Cassian Andor & Peter Parker, Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Peter Parker/Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus/Hera Syndulla, Leia Organa/Han Solo, The Ghost Crew & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ahsoka Tano, Leia Organa & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor & Ruescott Melshi, Peter Parker & Ruescott Melshi, Din Djarin/Bo-Katan Kryze, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Din Djarin, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV) & Din Djarin, The Armorer (The Mandalorian TV) & Peter Parker, Cassian Andor & Kino Loy, Cassian Andor & Kino Loy & Ruescott Melshi & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Powerful Peter Parker, BAMF Peter Parker, Strong Peter Parker, Protective Peter Parker, Protective Cassian Andor, Cassian Andor Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Spy Cassian Andor, spy Peter Parker, Jedi Master Ahsoka Tano, Peter Parker Needs a Break, The Rebellion, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Cassian Andor Lives, Jyn Erso Lives, Rogue One Crew Survives Scarif (Star Wars), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Protective Sabine Wren, Siblings Ezra Bridger & Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren Needs a Hug, Sabine Wren Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Loves Sabine Wren, The Force, Jedi Masters - Freeform, Darth Vader Redemption, Manipulative Sheev Palpatine

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[fromthemouthofzabe]

It is finished! My first completed fic, I’m so excited to share with you all! More info below the cut :)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Darth Maul, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CC-2224 | Cody, Satine Kryze, Korkie Kryze, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Bo-Katan Kryze, Nala Se, Original Clone Character(s), Original Clone Trooper Medic Helix (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), Mace Windu, Yoda, Bant Eerin

Additional Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi Whump, Whump, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi, well sorta, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, POV Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Whump, Protective Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker Whump, Imprisonment, Torture, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Blood and Torture, Electrocution, Beating, Burns, Fix It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi, Decapitation, Minor Character Death, Stabbing, Dismemberment, I originally had a tag about the violence not being very graphic but uhh that was a lie sorry, Artoo is a gremlin but we love him, Bad things keep happening but I promise the ending will be happy eventually, Which characters count as major idk, but there’s more than one character death, some are more major than others

Summary: After Satine's death on Mandalore, no one comes for Obi-Wan Kenobi. At least, not immediately.

Desperate to save Anakin and Ahsoka after a botched rescue attempt, Obi-Wan is forced to make a deal.

[Or: Obi-Wan's fall to the Dark Side saves the universe]

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Archive Warnings Apply

CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano, Bo-Katan Kryze & Ahsoka Tano, Bo-Katan Kryze & CT-7567 | Rex. Ahsoka Tano, CT-7567 | Rex. Bo-Katan Kryze, Post-Siege of Mandalore (Star Wars), Angst, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Ahsoka Tano Needs a Hug, Bo-Katan Kryze Needs a Hug, CT-7567 | Rex is a Good Bro, CT-7567 | Rex & Ahsoka Tano Friendship, CT-7567 | Rex Needs a Hug, Platonic Relationships, hug

Summary

The Republic is gone. As well as everything both Ahsoka and Rex once knew. Rex has to make a choice and that choice is to keep Ahsoka safe.

To do so, that means he can't be around.

But he refuses to let her be alone. They don't have many allies, but he knows of one Mandalorian who has developed a soft spot for the young Togruta

Language: English Words: 3,985 Chapters: 2/2 Comments: 1 Kudos: 30 Bookmarks: 6 Hits: 298