#i love the idea that the skywalkers have this sort of aura around them

[meteor-moon]

there was a boy with stars in his eyes

[ametrictonofaudacity]

platonic headcanons or scenario for yandere Anakin Skywalker? if you write for him of course. i really enjoy your works! especially Bonds (for personal reasons •w•)

Eeee! My first Star Wars ask! You have no idea how excited I am for this, omg. Also Bonds is one of my personal faves to write as well!

Warnings: manipulation,over-protectiveness,themes of obsession,some implied stalking. Reader is barely trained force sensitive and Anakin has taken a self-proclaimed mentor/older brother role despite them not being a Jedi. Lots of Force stuff, because I love inserting my headcanons.

“Okay, now, I want you to try it with this.”

A comm link is passed to you, and you can see the wear and tear the device had been put through. Chips in the metal, the thin veneer of paint flaking off, a scorch mark on the side.

You take it, your fingers curling around the smooth metal. Anakin is leaning forward, practically hunched over your shared project, and you divert your focus from the Jedi Knight to the comm link in your hands.

“Why do I have to do this again?” You complain tiredly, turning it over in your hands. The metal catches on the calluses of your skin, and you hear Anakin huff.

“Because it’s important. Now try, come on.”

He nudged you with a shoulder, and you nod, breathing in.

It takes so much effort to expand the sense you’ve always had past your own body. Anakin called it the Force, but you just knew it as something you had always had and always known. If it wasn’t for Anakin, and the new tricks and tips he was teaching you, you might have never known that your sense of knowing was anything other than another sense.

The comm wasn’t alive. It didn’t react to the Force the way living things did. Didn’t buzz with it’s own energy. But something in your chest nudges at the internal components, and you suck in a breath.

“It’s.. it’s a wire? Maybe? It feels.. burnt?”

He beams.

That’s best way to describe it. With your senses extended like this, you don’t just see him, but you feel the way he lights up. His sun bright aura (he called it a Force Presence) popped and sizzled, pride flickering across it with a sense of glee.

Your head spins, the surge of foreign emotions making your mind struggle to keep up, and just as quickly as it happened, it draws back, and Anakin looks alarmed.

“Woah, easy! Are you alright?” He leans forward, a hand on your shoulder and you realize you were panting. His eyebrows furrow, and he lifts the other hand, pressing it to your forehead. It’s warm, but you feel how your brow was beaded with sweat. “You must have over-exerted yourself, come on, let’s take a break.”

“You’re normally really against breaks?” You joke, but your voice cracks and makes your head pound.

“Normally, you don’t have Force Exhaustion.” He snorts, easing the comm link out of your grip.

“That’s what that is?”

“Mhm. I didn’t mean to push you so far.”

The statement burns in your chest.

You knew, obviously, that Anakin was used to helping his Padawan, Ahsoka. She had years of experience on you, more skill and ability, and it showed. Simple tasks that she could do with her eyes closed took you hours to even begin to understand, much less the weeks of practice you had endured in order to even turn it into a useful skill.

There's a gentle nudge against your mind, the only real way to describe it, and when you look to your left, Anakin is giving you that stern frown, the one that you knew meant he was more than aware of your thoughts on the matter.

"Stop being so hard on yourself."

"How did you even..?"

"You're pretty predictable, young one." He sends you a sort of half grin, before adding. "Also, your shields are really weak right now, so you're projecting your emotions all over the place."

You groan, and he snorts, helping you stand. Of course your mental shields were down.

"This Jedi stuff is so ridiculous, oh my god."

"Wait until I teach you how to use a Force Push. You're gonna feel like you've pulled muscles you didn't even know you had." The crooked grin he sends you makes you huff, and he helps you sit in the soft chair. You wonder how he ever managed to make so much time for you, how he managed to come visit so often when you knew the war and his duties as a Jedi came first and kept him away so often.

"Not that I don't appreciate it, but... why are you doing all of this? You don't exactly have to help me."

He goes silent. The crooked grin is gone, replaced by a look you can't quite decipher. It's sharp, intense. Blue eyes bore into like he's trying to pick apart exactly why you asked him, like he's trying to understand. His brows slant down, in that stern, angry way they did was he was thinking hard but not actually angry, and you swallow.

"You remember how we first met?" He asks, and you nod.

"The pirates, yeah."

"You remember what you did?"

Not really. Well, you did, but you no idea how you had been able to convince the pirate to leave you alone. You had been pinned down and panicked, and even though Anakin had told you, several times, that you had used the Force to convince the man to release you, you had never been able to replicate it, despite trying.

"Yeah. I remember."

"Good. That was.. dangerous. An untrained Force Sensitive, using a Suggestion? You're lucky you didn't get hurt, or pass out, from pushing yourself too far." For a single, alarming second, there's a spark of rage behind his eyes, at his next words. "Or that the wrong person hadn't realized and made you a target."

You swallow.

You were aware, what happened to Force Sensitives that weren't Jedi. Some went insane, some lived normal lives, some were targeted by Hutts and pirates, some were found and killed.

Some became Sith.

"Oh."

"Yeah. I figured, well, I have the skills, may as well teach them to someone who could use them. Especially given how you lived on the streets for a while." He shrugs, the intensity gone, and gives you a half smile. "Now come on, you need to get some food and water in you, and you can take a nap."

A nap sounded... really good, actually. It would help the pulsing migraine in the back of your head, and you could catch up on some sleep you so desperately needed.

So you let Anakin press a plate into your hands, and let him slide a glass of water in front of you, and when he closes the door to your room behind you and dims the lights, you curl into your blanket, closing your eyes.

Sleep comes easy, and you rest, content.

[scepticaldragon]

Fate | Kylo Ren x OC

Hey everyone!

I’m used to reblog a lot and not write much but there are exceptions, here is one. I guess I got so caught up in the Star Wars hype that my brain found an idea to write.

There are no spoilers for the Rise of Skywalker here since it is set during The Last Jedi, but it is kind of angsty.

I hope you like it (I guess I’m still not good at writing though and I’m sorry about that)

If you read me, I hope that everyone is having a good time for the end of this year and is reunited with their loved ones.

I’m out and I leave you to my awful writing then !

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Fate | Kylo Ren x OC

Warnings : it’s not happy, like at all

1750 words (I got carried away somehow)

She was his anchor. He was her light in the dark. Or at least he used to be.

The two of them had known each other as long as they could remember. He was the son of a legend, a princess who had become a general. She was the daughter of the general’s second, a man who had lost everything but his honour and his child. As the adults were making the galaxy better, the young ones were destined to be part of something bigger. Their faculties with the force had yet to be trained and were supposed to bring balance across planets.

Such was their future, but fate decided against it.

Rey was taking in the atmosphere of the small hut she had to call her own for her training. She never has been used to having much, so the small cabin and its austere interior would do great for her. It was still warmer inside than how the legendary Luke Skywalker treated her.

She heard a knock on the door and a girl she had found on her way to Luke’s planet let herself in.

“Hi, Rey. I figured you would need a blanket or two. It can be pretty chilly on this planet at night.”

The girl was about her age, Rey figured. But there was something about her that made her think she had lived other lives. She did not tell her name, just asked to come on board a few days ago and let her travel with her. Rey did not know if it was her aura or another mystic power that pushed her, but she trusted her immediately and agreed to her terms.

She sat on her bed, laying the blankets next to her. She obviously belonged here, Rey thought. And at the same time, it was as if she was getting to know the place.

“You must wonder why I know this kind of thing and why Luke reacted that way when he saw me.” She spoke matter of factly.

Rey did not have time to process it earlier, but now that she mentioned it, Luke almost ran away to his own hut as he first saw the stranger she was bringing with her and he did not speak once to her for the few days they had been here.

“Luke used to be my master. I was trained here, on this planet.” She paused, somewhat expecting a reaction from Rey who stood there aghast. “I finished my training earlier than expected, due to... particular circumstances. We haven’t seen each other ever since.”

“You’re a jedi and you didn’t think about telling me when we first met...”

“Well... first I’m not a jedi technically speaking since I never completed my training. And second, I think introducing myself as a jedi feels sort of pretentious, don’t you think?”

“Oh don’t play that game with me. You knew where I was going? You knew I was going to find—“

“Find who?”

As he had before, Kylo Ren was unexpectedly in the room all of the sudden, and she did not know what to do.

Meanwhile, the stranger looked more closely at Rey whose stare was apparently blank and yet full of fear.

“Rey? Are you alright?”

Kylo Ren’s brows furrowed when he heard a voice faraway calling her name. He only saw Rey and heard no voice but hers and another coming from afar.

“Rey?” She kept on repeating, still an illusion in Ren’s mind.

“Who’s this?” Ren said, confused. “Where are you?”

Rey got back to her senses and said nothing about the apparition that made her freeze, especially since she did not want the girl to think she was crazy. Or worst, with the first order.

“Um... nothing. I just remembered something... but it’s not important.” Rey thought that sounding just a little bit crazy could not hurt, not as much than telling Kylo Ren was standing right in front of her.

“Oh, okay. So, you’re not mad then? About me not telling you about my jedi past?”

“Oh... no, no. Of course not.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? You seem distracted.”

The more the stranger talked the more confused Kylo Ren looked. He was trying hard to decipher what the other voice said and most importantly whose it was. Rey could see there was something more than could meet the eye.

“No really I’m okay... um... By the way, you never told me your name.”

“Didn’t I? I’m Adena. Adena Fadilyon.”

The name of the jedi apprentice seem to reach clearly Kylo Ren’s ears like an epiphany. Something he hadn’t heard in years and sounded like a revelation to him. Only Rey had to find out what it could reveal. Something possibly deep judging by the shocked look on Ren’s face.

“Tell me about your apprenticeship with Luke? How was it?”

Adena frowned as she knew that Rey probably wanted to know much more than what her question supposed.

“Hard. But Luke is kind of fair. I don’t have a lot of comparison since he’s the last jedi master but he will train you well.”

The scavenger could see that the frown adorned by Kylo Ren was slowly disappearing. He must now hear everything Adena had to say and clearly was not happy about the situation.

“So you met her... Adena... I wonder how. But I guess it’s for the best. Now you can come to me and bring her along, we could be even stronger together.”

Rey was surprised by Kylo’s demand. She was fairly certain that the girl’s power would be of help to him but she also knew it meant more than just another lightsaber on his team.

“When did you get here the first time?”

Adena did not expect that question nor any interest coming from Rey. Yet the trust she had felt for her was mutual and she had no reason not to tell her.

“I should warn you: this is probably a story you don’t want to hear and with people you don’t want to hear about. For my sake, at least. You might have different thoughts about me after that.”

Rey looked directly at Kylo Ren who clearly had something to hide concerning this girl. Yet, he did not seem upset that she wanted to know. That was because he had no idea of Rey’s motivations.

“Adena, I won’t change my mind about you because of your past. We all have one.”

The girl nodded before starting to tell her story.

“I came here when I was eight years old. I had grown up on a rebel base, my dad was second to general Organa and obviously he found out I was force sensitive. And also, I was friends with Ben Solo who would later be called Kylo Ren.”

Rey’s attention wandered between Adena and Kylo. The emotion present in her voice matched his discomfort at hearing the tale of the former jedi apprentice.

“I have been caught between two fires during my stay here. I was on the one hand Ben’s friend...” she winced at using the word friend, as if their relationship still pained her so much time after they had been apart. “Stars, no... He was more than that. He was my lover, the first and only man I will ever love in this galaxy and in this life. None of us wanted to come here but we knew we would be fine as long as we had each other. I sensed pretty early that he was slightly going out of reach, slipping slowly to the dark side... I gave him everything, but everything was not enough.”

Ren looked defeated at that point. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. Rey knew he could not see her but their relationship was probably so strong he could not bear it. As for Adena, it looked as if she had no more tears left in her body, only resignation. Yet pain was obvious on either side.

“What if I told you he heard everything you just said?” This time it was Rey who spoke, earning a questioning look from Adena and a disapproving one from Kylo. How could she handle so much suffering from two people who loved each other when it could be solved this instant?

Adena looked around, half scared and half shocked at the possibility of his presence here.

“What do you mean?”

“For a few days we have been in contact. We can see each other. But you’re the first person that he can hear.”

She froze immediately. While Rey was not sure of her reaction, Kylo, despite the years that tore them apart, knew. He knew the rush of emotions flowing through his lover. A mixture of jealousy, sadness, rage, passion... he imagined them at this moment but there was a time he would have felt them all.

“You have a sort of bond, is that it? I’m guessing through the force?” Adena said calmly, but the raging emotions kept on invading her, clouding her clear thinking, darkening her mind.

Rey nodded and kept on examining the features Adena was showing. She did not know what to expect since she had known her for a few days, but she could not possibly keep her head high, not after her revelations from moments before.

Ren also was hanging onto Adena‘s lips. She had opened a wound he thought was closed forever. He remembered the day he left the academy leaving everyone for dead, save for the few who were willing to follow him. And her. He had never known why she left that night but he never found her. His plan had been to take her with him of course, willingly or not, but he never got the chance.

“Rey, please tell me where you are, I need to know!” It used to be a threat, now it was a desperate plea.

“We used to have a bond of our own...” she whispered, to herself as well as to them, her gaze blank, still processing the situation. “You broke it, Ben. When you left and Kylo Ren took your place... At least you care enough about someone to be able to create a new one” she said, finally giving up.

She rose from her seat and left the hut at a determined pace while Kylo kept on screaming at Rey to hold her back.

Fate was never on her side and she had finally come to terms with the idea.

[armltagehux]

cherished

reylo week day 3/7: touch - After the final battle, Ben finds solace in his home planet of Chandrila... and sees Rey face to face for the first time since the throne room.

Many thanks to B for being such a wonderful last minute beta! This piece will be added to ao3 when the week finishes.

Fire. Disorder. Chaos.

That is what the First Order has been reduced to. There is nothing left. Hux’s failed attempt at a coup left the Order in shadows, soldiers and militants divided off into factions, scattered around the galaxy, scrambling for some sense of normalcy. And Kylo Ren is gone. Separated from the mess of the First Order, from his agony, drawn away from the darkness.

Ben Solo has reemerged, a shell of his former self, of who he’d once been, both in the First Order and before that. Now, he is just a man. Every member of his family is now gone. Dead. He is the last of the Skywalkers, the Solos, the Organas.

He’d thought that it’d be best if he were to just die. End the messy legacies of so many families. End the destruction that his ancestors brought forth - whether on purpose or not.

Now, as he stands on his home planet, tattered cape blowing in the gentle Chandrilan breeze, he thinks he’d been too rash in his thinking. Good can come from bad. He is a living, prime example of it.

Off in the distance, he can hear the Resistance - what’s left of them, at least - celebrating their victory. Some smaller planets had come to their aid and in the end, their unity had overpowered the First Order’s messy, collapsing internal structure. They’d won.

Ben wasn’t allied with the Resistance, but he was no longer part of the First Order, either.

As lonely as it sounds, he may start anew on Chandrila. It feels as though things have come full circle for him. He’s been reborn, given a second chance, the opportunity to become a better man. Perhaps starting here, where he’d been born, is what he truly needs. He can start again.

The thought is overwhelming, and his chest constricts with anxiety at the idea of being a pariah in a big place such as Hanna City. He very well might be. He’s sure that the Resistance wasn’t tight-lipped about his dual identity.

Ben closes his eyes, lets the breeze over the fields brush the hair out of his face, push the worries out of his mind. Even if it’s just temporary, the reprieve from the anxiety and stress is a wonderful feeling. He feels refreshed just standing on an actual planet - on land - and feeling the way the Force swirls around him. It’s strong, but serene.

Balanced.

He senses someone behind him, hears the brush of their feet in the grasses. He knows who it is without having to ask.

Rey has a familiar aura about her now - her presence is the only one in which Ben feels comfortable. She continues to approach, and Ben doesn’t turn around; he knows she’ll join him, speak to him when she’s ready.

In the meantime, Ben keeps his eyes closed, allowing the breeze to wash over him and calm him. His cowl is torn and his cape is in no better condition. In the back of his mind, he wonders what he’s going to wear now - this costume will only mark him as an outsider if he stays on Chandrila. He’ll need to blend in. To become one of them. To be normal.

“Ben.”

Rey’s voice is gentle, tender as she approaches. One last step puts her right at his side, staring out over the rolling green hills of his home planet. Vaguely, he wonders if Rey knows this was where he was born. If she understands the significance of this place.

Slowly, Ben opens his eyes and turns to look at Rey. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t know what he’d say even if he could find his voice.

He’s exhausted, bone-weary and spent, and Rey looks no better. He nods to acknowledge her, instead. She takes it with the smallest of smiles. In perfect synchronization, they turn their gaze to look back out over the green fields of Chandrila.

They stand together, atop the hill, and there’s a serenity between them that’s never been there before. There’s always been a tension, a push and a pull, a need for one to mirror the other, to deviate from their respective factions, by even just a bit. Now, there is no side to take. There is just peace.

Short-lived peace, inevitably, but peace nonetheless.

“Hold out your hand,” Rey instructs.

Ben glances to Rey out of the corner of his eye. She’s watching him, a coy smile beginning to cross her features.

“Like in the throne room,” she insists. “Do it.”

Slowly, Ben raises his hand. This is the first time he and Rey have been this close since that night in the throne room, after killing Snoke and destroying the Praetorian Guard. Ben thinks back on that day with rueful pride. He’d done so well, in saving her, but then opened his mouth and screwed it all up. In retrospect, he’d gone about it all wrong.

But, hindsight was 20/20, and all that.

Rey turns to him, reaching up with both hands. Her touch is delicate as she begins to slide the leather glove away from his hand. As the leather slips away, he feels the cool brush of the gentle wind on his sweaty palm. He didn’t remember his hands growing quite so sweaty. Since when did Rey have this effect on him?

She tosses his glove to the side haphazardly, her eyes staying locked with Ben’s. He can’t bring himself to figure out where the glove went, or what the exceptionally loud holler was from the Resistance’s party. He’s too engrossed in Rey’s gaze - calculating, a bit mischievous. He’s not sure what’s going to come next.

Ever so gently, Rey rests her palm in Ben’s. Her hand is warm and smooth, small against his own. Keeping their hands clasped, she lowers them between their bodies and turns once again to stand at his side, staring out at the fields. The sun is setting in the distance, casting a pinkish-yellow hue over everything. Rey glances up and sees the sunset reflecting in Ben’s eyes, sees the confusion and worry still clear in his furrowed brow.

“Ben,” she says again.

He looks over faster this time, and he wants desperately to speak. To give Rey some sort of acknowledgment, just as she’s doing for him. But the words aren’t coming, and he’s not sure he could vocalize the myriad of thoughts clouding his head anyway.

But then there’s a soothing presence at the edges of his mind, something of a caress, to distract, to relax. He knows instinctively that it’s Rey.

Rey squeezes his hand, and Ben turns to face her fully. He looks down at her, unsure of what comes next. There’s a million things he’d like to do, like to say, but Rey is in charge. She’s always been the one in control, between them. Ben… doesn’t trust himself around her. Rey makes him weak. She makes him matter.

As gently as she can, Rey steps forward and cups his face in her palm. They’ve never felt each other’s touch quite so openly. It’s a raw sort of feeling, like Rey could destroy him even with the gentlest touch of her hands. She keeps one of his hands clasped in her own, but uses the other to hold him, bring him closer still.

She stands on her tiptoes and finally, finally presses her mouth to Ben’s.

The whole galaxy bursts into tiny blasts of light behind Ben’s eyelids. Where he’d felt dead and empty with dread, with regret and guilt, he now felt alive. He felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. Rey was breathing life and love and belonging into his every cell and it was astonishing. Rey’s kiss literally stole his breath away.

And her touch…

She’s so tender, so gentle with him, even as she leans back and sees the tears in Ben’s eyes. The way such a simple gesture had moved him so profoundly.

“Stay here with me,” he pleads simply.

Rey’s whole face lights up, and then she, too, begins to show emotion. Her eyes grow glassy and for a moment, Ben thinks he’s said the wrong thing.

But she looks so happy.

Rey releases Ben’s hand, but only to separate herself from him for one moment. She chooses instead to wrap her arms around his waist, resting her cheek upon his strong, broad chest. Rey can hear the erratic, frantic thudding of Ben’s heart in his chest. She knows he feels the same way she does. It’s been clear for months - years? A long time.

Ben embraces Rey, and she lets out a soft sob.

“That’s what I saw,” she whispers. “When our hands first touched. This moment is what I saw. This.”

She’d seen him asking her to join him here, and that was why she’d turned him down in the throne room. She’d known it would happen a different way, a better way, a way in which they wouldn’t tear apart the last remaining bits of hope in the galaxy. If Rey had gone then… the Resistance may not have won. The First Order may not have fallen apart.

Ben’s whole soul feels at peace in that moment. When he looks down at Rey, coaxes her to meet his gaze, it strikes him.

This is the moment he’d seen. The two of them, standing here in this embrace. Him, being held, touched, cherished by Rey.

[lurkingcrow]

The first bit of a sequel I wasn’t going to write

So a while back I wrote a fic called Ghosts of a Future Not Yet Past  and I mentioned that I had a few ideas for how a sequel would go, and posted a few amusing bits that came to mind. For some reason my brain decided I really needed to write the first, less cracky part of that sequel, so here’s the first encounters our heroes have with their ghostly friends after Mortis. Feedback definitely appreciated, since until now I’ve tended to keep my angst and crack separated... 

Obi-Wan Kenobi is exhausted. After what feels like an eternity aboard military cruisers the soft comfort and serenity of his quarters in the Temple is like a balm on his soul. The warm spray of water against his skin is downright heavenly. Bit by bit Obi-Wan begins to feel himself relax.  He has the utmost respect for his men (millions of souls alight in the force, each one similar but unique, all counting on him to lead them to victory, to make their sacrifice worth it. his heart is littered with icy scars where they have been extinguished.), but being surrounded by the chaotic presence of hundreds of well trained soldiers going about their business at all hours of the day and night has been slowly wearing on him.

The incident on Mortis had not helped. He knows there is more to their visit than the vague fragments he remembers ( the daughter with her cryptic words, the shifting seasons, a courtyard full of tension. doubt, worry, horror, and strangely enough, hope. there is much he is missing, but he knows he is lucky to have this much.) It’s like a niggling itch at the back of his mind, a sense of foreboding that lingers despite his best efforts at meditation. With a groan he shuts off the shower and begins to dry himself off.

While Ahsoka appears fine, claiming she doesn’t remember anything from their unusual experience, Anakin seems to be similarly affected. More than once Obi-Wan has caught him staring at his hands, a troubled crease to his brow as he moves his fingers back and forth (he wonders what they saw there. what secrets cause his heart to ache with phantom pain? what events have left his former padawan adrift in a sea of uncertainty? he’s not sure he wants to know). It hurts him to see his friend suffer, but Obi-Wan has no answers to give and no time to search further. He shakes the last drops of moisture out of his hair and wraps a robe around himself as he steps out of the fresher.   "You know, for a place in the middle of the Republic’s biggest city, it’s kind of dark around here. I know Jedi are meant to be aware of our surroundings through the Force, but it couldn’t hurt to have a few more lights on. "

Obi-Wan freezes. Then promptly collapses as the wave of memories engulf him (hope, love, family. a light to see him through the dark). Luke. His padawan from the future. Anakin’s son. He was sure that was just a vision, a consequence of being on nexus in the Force, and yet here he stands. Sort of. The worried face and hesitant hands that lean over him from his position on the floor are much less substantial than he recalls. The voice, and the Force-presence is however unchanged.

“Oh no, please don’t be injured! Not when I can’t do anything to help!” The ghost reaches out as if to help him up only to pull back in frustration at the last second. “Sithspit! This is the worst.”

 Obi-Wan finds himself hard pressed not to laugh. Luke’s expression is the mirror image of his father when faced with a piece of machinery that refuses to cooperate. Carefully he raises himself to his feet and opens his mouth to reassure the young man of his continued health.

 “Somehow I doubt this is really the worst thing you’ve ever faced. Hello Luke.” He maintains a calm facade, though he can feel the corner of his mouth twitch in an effort to hold back his smile. In front of him Luke takes a step back.

“Be- Master Kenobi! You're alright? Oh thank the Force. Wait, you recognise me?”

The twitch wins, and Obi-Wan raises himself from the floor in a smooth movement, opening his arms to show his lack of injury. “Well I do now. This is a surprise! I rather thought the next time I saw you would be in your parent's’ arms.”

Luke’s face turns rueful. “So did I. Unfortunately the force had other ideas. I thought I’d wake up back with on… back with my friends, but instead I’ve been following you around.” He looks worried. “I hope they’re ok. Things were still… a little unsettled when I left”

In an instant Obi-Wan is reminded of how little he knows about his student’s current circumstances, and doesn’t hesitate to offer what comfort he can. “I’m sure they will be. If the Force has seen fit to twist the very fabric of time to put you here with me then I’m sure it can manage to put you back where you left. Our adventure on Mortis apparently took only seconds as far as the rest of the universe was concerned after all.”

The young knight looks relieved. “I hope so. Bad things tend to happen when one of us thinks the the others are in danger.”

Obi-Wan winces, that sounds far too familiar. While it eases his heart to know Luke has good friends on which to rely, he should probably be worried about the level of codependence it implies (hypocrite. as if you wouldn’t rip out your own heart if it would keep anakin safe. as if he wouldn’t take on an army to rescue your skin. why would his son, your student be any different?) “I understand, and though I doubt there will be much precedence for Force initiated time travel in the archives, I’ll do what I can to look into the matter.”

“Thank you B… Master, I appreciate it.”

The older man snorts. “I think, Luke, given the circumstances it might be appropriate for you to call me Obi-Wan. We’re a bit past formalities now, don’t you think?”

The wave of amused affection that follows his offer is almost enough to bowl him over again.

“Of course Obi-Wan. Speaking of which, I had a hard time staying awake through that last set of negotiations and I’m incorporeal at the moment. As much as I want to spend time learning everything I can about the here and now, you need rest. We can sort out how all this works in the morning.”

Obi-Wan feels the need to object, he’s not that badly off that he’ll deprive the young man of what must be the first decent contact with another being that he’s had in days, but his rebuttal is interrupted by a loud yawn. Luke (blasted self-satisfied padawan, why do none of them think he can take care of himself?) simply smiles.

“See? Go to bed. I’ll keep an eye on things. I promise I’ll find a way to wake you if the city’s on fire.”

He mutters something about that not being likely since Anakin’s still off world, as he shuffles his way to his sleeping quarters. Behind him he hears a choked laugh and feels his spirits rise. Ghost or not, Luke’s presence is a solid reassurance, for tonight at least Obi-Wan can let himself relax. It’s a precious gift, and he’ll have to thank him for it. Tomorrow.

 ********  

 With slow, heavy strides Anakin Skywalker makes his way back to the room that serves as his sleeping quarters on board the Resolute. He yawns. Despite the relative lull in the fighting he hasn’t been sleeping well. In fact, the last time he remembers having a good night’s rest was back in Padmé’s apartment on Coruscant (home, the scent of her hair, the sight of her smile, the sound of her laugh, his arms around her, home). Which is probably part of the problem. The last few weeks have been… difficult. Ever since the mission with the ancient distress beacon Anakin has felt unsettled. He knows he is missing something. Something important. It nags at him, but at the same time he shies away from the empty hole in his memory, a primal part of him warning against looking too deeply. It’s frustrating, and he really wishes he had time to take some leave and meditate on it. Ha, how Obi-wan would laugh at the idea. He misses his former Master. Even though they speak over the coms on a daily basis there’s no substitute for his steady presence at his back or his snarky comments in his ears.   

The door slides open and he tosses his datapad on the small desk beside the bed. He had thought he might have another look over the current deployments before tomorrow, tire his brain out a bit before trying to sleep, but that holds no appeal for him at the moment (you can’t run, hisses the voice in the back of his head. you can’t hide. you will try, you will fail. and you will be alone). With a sigh Anakin moves to sit and remove his boots.

“Well, the accommodations are a bit simpler than I expected”

Instantly Anakin is on his feet again, lightsaber extended and ready for combat. Only, as he faces his intruder, it immediately becomes apparent that it’s unlikely to do much good.

“You!” The room around him seems to explode as it comes back to him. The strange planet enmeshed in the Force, the room in the Father’s tower, and the dark haired apparition with unspoken warnings and accusatory eyes (guilty, guilty! they cried and he knows it is the truth. he is not the hero they name him,  he is not the jedi he should be. but he shoves it down into the black pit in his soul where he keeps his darkest secrets. he cannot afford to think on it lest it consume him). Breathless he looks up. “What are you doing here?”

Those dark eyes widen in surprise. Unlike the last time there is a distinctly ethereal quality to the her appearance, a faint blue aura surrounding the tiny frame that contained so much outrage.  “You can see me again? Wonderful. Just what I need. If it wasn’t bad enough that I’m stuck here but now I have to deal with you!” The last word is spat with enough venom to make a Krayt dragon proud.

“Hey! I …”

Anakin’s immediate defense dies in his throat. He could argue, like he did last time while dodging her fists. He could meet her insults with equally sharp words, hide his fear of the future she represents with anger and denial  but… He looks at this vision, all fury and fire, and all he can feel is regret. (guilty, guilty! comes the whisper, an aching sadness wrapped tight around inescapable pain. you will deserve it. you don’t know how, but you will hurt her, you will hurt everyone and there is nothing you can do). He sits back down, elbows on his knees and tries to calm himself.

In their short time together there was little his visitor could say, her tongue bound by some kind of Force geas that frustrated them both. Then again, she didn’t really need to. Between the Brother’s ominous offers and her own apparent animosity, Anakin had begun to question what exactly his destiny as the “Chosen One” might entail (he never asked for it. he doesn’t know what to do with it. how can he be responsible for the fate of the universe when he can’t even protect those closest to him?). Eventually he went to sleep, full of doubt and with an impressive bruise on his left cheek.  

After that it is hazy. The confrontation in the courtyard, being forced to choose between Obi-Wan (his master. his fatherbrotherfriend. he will never be as good a jedi, will only cause him disappointment, but anakin is too weak to ever let him go) and Ahsoka ( his padawan. his studentsisterdaughter. a responsibility he never wanted, but one he would rather die than give up), bending the Son and Daughter to his will - it all feels like a dream. There is more, he realises, but even as he thinks it he knows that it is time he will not get back. Whatever happened, it has been wiped from his memory entirely. Yet the emotions remain, and he can feel the Force confirm his suspicions. At one point he knew exactly what his future held. At one point he knew exactly what he will do to this woman in front of him. And he had he hated himself for it.

Anakin takes a deep breath. His head is pounding and his heart is racing but really there’s only one cause of action here.

“I’m sorry.”  

“What!?” If his previous statement had startled her, this seemed to leave his visitor completely dumbfounded.“Wait, you remember?”

Anakin shakes his head. “Not much. Only that you had good reason to hate me. And that no apology could ever be enough.” He tries to smile but it falls flat. “I figured I’d offer you one now, in advance. I know it doesn’t mean much when I don’t know exactly what I’ve done. Will do.”

 His visitor watches him consideringly, keen eyes weighing up his words and judging his sincerity. He feels her reach out into the force, taking the very measure of his soul. The tension between them is palpable, rising to fever pitch before she seems to come to a decision. She frowns, and her entire body seems to deflate slightly.  

“You want to apologise? Fine. Don’t become him.” She snarls. “The you that I know, the one who caused so much pain? Stop him from ever existing.”

Well. He tried at least.

“Right. Because that’s so easy! Just don’t become a monster. Great advice!  Except for, you know, having absolutely no clue about what exactly that means! Anymore sage wisdom from the future? Oh wait, you can’t tell me. Because there is absolutely nothing the universe loves more than to involve me in all sorts of cryptic prophecy related poodoo!”

With a lurch he stands up to start pacing.” Sith! If you’re still here and not some weird Force vision, then doesn’t that mean it’s inevitable? What’s the point in trying to fight fate when there’s nothing you can do to change it? ”

“Shut. Up.”

Anakin stops mid step, turning to look at the angry ghost. Her hands are balled into fists and he is sure if she were as solid as last time he would already be sporting new bruises.

“Don’t you dare give up. Don’t. You. Dare. The future is not set. I will not accept it.”  Her voice is colder than the caverns of Ilum, and he can tell she means every word. “ Whatever is  responsible for this mess ripped me out of my own time, away from my friends and family, away from everything I have sacrificed, everything I have dedicated my life towards and dumped me here, without warning, to a time where the only person I can speak to is the younger version of someone I loathe with every fibre of my very being!”

She takes a deep breath. “I  have to believe I am here for a reason. Because if I don’t, I will go insane. And until I figure out a way to get home, I will be damned if I don’t make it my mission to stop you from fa- ... screwing up the galaxy beyond repair. And the only way I can see that working is if I do everything in my power to get through your thick skull to stop and understand the consequences of your actions! And if that means I need to accept that I’m going to be spending most of my time watching over you then so be it! ”

They stand there, silently looking at one another.

It’s strange. But even as her words confirm his worst fears, reveal exactly what she risks losing, the conviction in her voice reassures him immensely. She may hate him but she truly believes he can change things.  Even if she’s wrong, even if he is doomed, isn’t it better to go down fighting anyway? Besides, at least she’s open about her distrust of him. That’s already doing better than half the Council. Anakin sighs.

“Thanks. I’ll hold you to that.” 

She huffs and looks him in the eye. “Don’t get me wrong. I don’t like you. I don’t know you now, but I know what you might become. But you’re not him. Not yet. You have to choose to be him. And I refuse to believe that our choices mean nothing.”  

There’s a depth of emotion hidden in those words, an absolute refusal to budge from her believe. Listening to her, something sparks in the depths of his soul, a flash of protectiveness. With a spirit like that he knows that whoever she is, whoever she will be, she is important. In a strange way she reminds him of Padmé and the way she can inspire whole systems with only her words. He thinks she and his wife would get along terrifyingly well. If he lives long enough, if he doesn’t manage to kark things up, maybe he’ll get the chance to introduce them someday. Speaking of that…

“Sooo… do I get to know the name of my new conscience?”

Said conscience glares at him, and Anakin can’t help it. Having firmly accepted that she means him no immediate harm, and feeling an overwhelming sense of relief (there is hope! he will not face this alone! whatever comes he cannot disappoint her more than his future self has. she has seen the darkness that lies within him and does not cower. the knowledge is liberating) he can no longer contain his laughter.

She puffs herself up like an affronted  tooka, ready to launch a new tirade, only to stop suddenly. She cocks her head for a moment, looking at him in confusion. “Are you alright?”

This sets off another round of laughter in the Jedi Knight, and between his guffaws he manages to answer her. “I’m fine! It’s just… how ridiculous is my life? I’m a Jedi General, in the middle of a military cruiser, talking to a ghost, who I met on a planet that doesn’t exist, from a future I need to prevent, about the nature of fate and destiny. Obi-Wan will never believe me. No one will ever believe me.”

That gets a sharp laugh from his new acquaintance. “Tell me about it.” she says, before bursting into her own fit of hysterical giggles. The next few minutes contain nothing but but their laughter and a sense of shared camaraderie in the face of an insane reality. And with every second Anakin feels the darkness that clings to him start to recede. Eventually, he takes to opportunity to resume their conversation.     

“You never did answer my question you know.”

This time as she looks at him it is with considerably less hostility. Even if her smile seems more than a little brittle. “My name is Leia O- … Just Leia. The rest you’ll have to wait for.”

“Leia. Huh. It’s a nice name.” He raises his hand, in a mock toast. “Well Leia, here’s to not screwing up the future! You do your best to stop me from turning into a monster and I’ll do my best to figure out how to get you back where you belong. I don’t know how we’ll manage it, but we’ll give it a shot. ”

Leia lets out an inelegant snort. “Agreed. Just listen to me when I tell you you’re being an idiot and we might just make it out of this in one piece.”

Anakin raises his eyebrows. “Just, try to cut back a bit on the yelling ok?”

She just looks at him. Unmoved.

He sighs. “Fine… but only if I deserve it.”

Leia scoffs. “From what I can tell, you always deserve it.”

“Hey!”

Despite his outburst Anakin is grinning broadly. This might just work.

His ghostly friend shakes her head. “Get some sleep Skywalker. I may not have a body to worry about right now but you do. We’ll talk again, soon. It’s not like I’m going anywhere after all.”

With that Leia passes back through the bulkhead, and Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, General of the 501st lays back, closes his eyes and finally falls into a deep, restful slumber.

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Favorite Overall Character

So yesterday, I reblogged a post by @vexpercy​ that included an entire list of favorite things about RWBY. I said I wanted to do it as a chance to talk about one of my favorite pieces of animation and to let my followers (current and new ones to come!) get to know me a little better about the show. So, the first thing on the list was “Favorite Character Overall”, and this was a tough one to limit it down to. There are so many characters that I absolutely love when it comes to RWBY, and picking one was a difficult task. However, when I looked at every option and factor, there was really only one character that came to mind:

Qrow Branwen!

To make things fair, I thought it would be fair to look into the entire process of figuring out my favorite, making a small little list that would help people see why I love him so much. So, with that being said here is the list:

-Voice Acting

-Writing

-Design

-Interaction with other characters

-Importance to the Story

-Personal Beliefs (Head canons, art, fan fics etc.)

1. Voice Acting

Now for those that know RWBY, Qrow’s voice actor is Vic Mignogna. His most notable role was voicing the Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric in both the 2003 adaptation and the 2009 version, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.

Vic already came into the show with a very impressive resume, so throwing in him playing Qrow is nothing small. According to RWBY Wiki, Rooster Teeth approached him at an Australia convention where they showed him the overall style of the show, which he was really impressed with! He received a follow up email a few weeks later and BAM! You’ve got yourself the VA for Qrow.

As opposed to the adorable, squeaky voiced Ruby or the more professional, whimsical voice of Professor Ozpin, Qrow adds a certain flare in his speech with his deep, drunken drawl (think most voices for any Wolverine i.e. Hugh Jackman or Cal Dodd in the 1992 animated incarnation of the X-Men.)

While it is debatable about how good the impression is, I personally love it. The tone Qrow speaks with is one filled with a level of confidence and cockiness. He carries himself in a way where he knows that he’s better than you and is not afraid to show it. I would delve further into this, but that shall wait until we get to Interactions with Other Characters. But all in all Vic delivers another amazing performance in my book that leaves me wanting more every time I see him on screen.

2. Writing

Writing for characters in RWBY is always a touchy subject. Most of them are very well written, while others sometimes leave a bit to be desired.That being said, I still 100% appreciate the work Miles and Kerry put into the scripts and have not been disappointed in them at any point really. So with that, how do they handle writing Qrow? Referring once again to the RWBY Wiki, both of them have been on record as saying that he is their favorite character to write.

And boy does it show.

A lot of the interactions we get with him are either hilarious or draw you into the story and lore even more. Along with the great voice acting to go along with it, we really get an interesting character to discuss and listen to.

From the first four volumes, we’ve learned very little about his backstory or even relationship with people from his former team. All we get are little bits of dialogue telling us that him and his sister Raven are part of a very deadly clan, little bits of silent interaction and development with Ruby and Yang’s father Tai in the Volume 3 finale and an image of a photo of his old team that can really be depressing to look at once you look closer at it.

It’s very easy for a character to show all of their cards when they’re first introduced, however the CRWBY have done an excellent job at giving us bits and pieces at not only his backstory, but Team STRQ as a whole. They’ve definitely caught my interest and will be keeping me hooked for however long the show runs (which is hopefully a long time <3)

3. Design

RWBY has always been a show about colors. Colors are everywhere you look in the show, from names of character to the names of teams. Each outfit someone wears along with their aura and name basically suit the overall personality of the character. So what do we get from Qrow?

If it wasn’t obvious enough, Qrow is based of a crow, most notably one of Odin’s birds from Norse mythology, Huginn (I’m not 100% sure about this one. If anyone does know, feel free to let me now!). The colors of his outfit and hair show give us that feel of a relation to the bird he’s named after. Along with that,  the messiness of his clothes and how tattered his cape is give us the vibe that this is man who has seen his fair share of skirmishes and most likely a few bar fights along the way. The crooked cross around his neck also gives us some great symbolism that help show Qrow is not exactly the greatest of people either. However it could be a clever nod toward Norse culture once more, as that usually shows that someone is currently in mourning of someone they lost who was close to them (maybe Summer???).

To top it off, Qrow brings one of the coolest weapons to the table in my opinion. His weapon is a combination of a scythe, a sword and a shotgun. While everyone else has two weapons in one, he’s so cool his mom lets him have THREE! Each one is a joy to see in battle, and the idea of him being the master scythe wielder in Remnant was a statement passed around by Ozpin and Ruby. While we haven’t seen him use it a lot, when he has it has produced devastating results to his opponents. The sword was awesome to see him use in his fight vs Tyrian and Winter, and the shotgun is a nifty little weapon for him to use up close against opponents to chip away at their aura. All in all, his weapon is a great part of his design and just adds to one of my favorite character designs in general. Hopefully we’ll see him use that scythe more in the upcoming future.

Finally, he also gets my favorite semblance in the entire show: misfortune. It’s a semblance that cannot be turned on and off, and it affects those around him. Highlighted in the fight with Tyrian and the song “Bad Luck Charm” that gives me feels every time I listen to it, you get the perfect semblance for the perfect guy (even if it does make me wanna hug him and tell him everything will be alright).

4. Interactions with Other Characters

For someone who carries themselves around the way Qrow does, you’re expecting to get some really entertaining moments with other characters. But before we get to that, I want to establish one of my favorite partnerships and duos in the entire show: him and his niece Ruby

While the bond between him and Yang is very strong (as shown when he offers to help her find her mother and his sister Raven), the bond between him and Ruby is where things really shine. It has been mentioned and implied that Qrow is Ruby’s mentor, the Obi Wan to her Luke Skywalker if you will. He was the one that taught her how to use Crescent Rose and helped her design it, and the bond between the two is heart warming. In all of Volume 4 when she is out with RNJR trying to get to Mistral, he is the one watching over her and making sure she’s safe. Ruby jumps in to help him fight Tyrian (even tough she should’ve stayed back), and watching her try her best to get him medical help after he gets poisoned is something heart wrenching to see. The care for each other is amazing, as he truly does represent the cool uncle trope perfectly.

Besides Ruby, we get some amazing interactions with Winter, Glynda, Ironwood, Oz, Tyrian and even Jaune! From those, we get some really great fight scenes that let him show off his best skills and assets, funny moments and lines such as “He’s always drunk”, and some much needed release of anger that ends up getting directed at him. All in all, the entertainment we get from him interacting with others along with some of the more serious ones with Ozpin, Raven and RNJR keep me personally locked in and focused on what he has to say.

5. Importance to the Story

Qrow is by no means a main character in RWBY, however it is fair to say that he is an important side one. He was the one responsible for training Ruby and helping her become the young woman she is growing up to be, someone in Ozpin’s inner circle that has a great understanding of the world around him and the person that will most likely be helping Oscar become the next “Ozpin” (I don’t even know what to call that. Grand Wizard? The next Wiz? Gandalf the Great?). He gives us a lot of world building in the form of his story about the two gods and the fan favorite World of Remnant shorts. Qrow will be around for quite some time in my opinion, so maybe his role will grow even further as the plot progresses. But for now, he is a pretty important character that has brought some great dynamics and information to viewers and fans of RWBY.

6. Personal Beliefs

Last but not least, we have the section where we talk about fan stuff! Qrow was probably the first character that I really started developing head canons for, and along with RPing it became very easy to find me looking for all sorts of art, fan fictions and more pertaining to him. Along with that, we also have everyone’s favorite topic: ships! I found myself having to really think about who would work well with him in a romantic setting, and only two people really keep in mind (DISCLAIMER: This is my opinion. You can have a different one than me without attacking me about mine. I would actually love to hear your’s, but please remember to be respectful)

(Art by @ellelehman​)

(Art by @reikiwie-art​)

My two favorite Qrow ships are Flown North/Hummingbird (Qrow X Summer) and Snowbird/Qrowin (Qrow X Winter). While I much prefer Snowbird, I really love Hummingbird as well, as not only has @ellelehman​ basically given me a small addiction to it (that she feeds by making more awesome art!), the relationship that I can imagine with them is also just oh so adorable. While Qrow has basically made it clear that he is not a family man, I would love to see a relationship involving him in the show at some point. Ships aside, some of my favorite Team STRQ head canons revolve around him as well. The best example I can give you is the picture that I mentioned earlier. 

(For some reason I cannot post the picture without it not letting me post the entire post, so here’s a link to Google images to show you exactly what I’m talking about.)

If ypu look at it very closely, you will notice a coffee mug stain around summer and tear drops near Tai and Raven. Seeing that really breaks my heart, as I cannot even imagine the pain and guilt he must feel, especially when it comes to his semblance. I get really emotional when thinking about it in general and imaging certain scenarios happening in my head, like if Ruby got seriously hurt and he wasn’t there to help, or if he was saving Winter’s life mid fight and getting flashbacks of Summer, pushing himself to his absolute limit to save her so history does not repeat itself. It’s just a blast for me to think of and drabble these ideas down, as it really connects me more to the character and make me enjoy watching him even more.

Anyways, that’s all for today! I hope you all learned a bit more about me and Qrow as a whole, as it was fun to really talk about my favorite character from one of my favorite pieces of animation. I know it was long, so hopefully I can try and shorten it for tomorrow (no promises though ;3). Anyways, tomorrow I’ll be going over my favorite female Beacon student, which most of you might already know. But with that, I thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a great day! (Thanks to @vexpercy​ once more for the awesome list again!)