#jedi padawan keith

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

“Emotions are meant to be channeled and translated, not suffocated.”

Keith Wilson (he/him; Void Galaxy)

((Hi! We have a new headmate, an OC introject who was a Sith apprentice then became a Jedi padawan after a padawan saved his life. He said something super insightful that I wanted to share & appreciate ☺. Suffocated = repressed, avoided, ignored, etc.; translated = turned into any language, verbal or nonverbal; channeled = felt in its entirety and directed into “a worthy vessel” (his words not mine), AKA passion into a project, intensity into a love letter, etc. ~Nico))

[sasuhinasno1fan]

My starlight- Shallura Week Day 1

I’ve been a big shallura shipper since the start and when it came out that Shiro was gay, it didn’t change as I headcannoned him as pan anyway. I was a bit worried when a lot of people changed their stance and had asked if anyone, his charaecter, creators, anyone had said he was exclusively into guys. If he was, I’d put my ship to rest but still love their very good chemistry as great friends. No one said there was and then I found out through @breezycheezyart​ blog, when I was looking for her Juniberry art to use as inspo for this space related quest I’m doing that’s gonna be a Sailor Moon au, that @shalluraweek​ is still happening. Back in like, maybe the first year, maybe after s2 came out, I saw shallura week but didn’t do it because of writers block, so I’m really happy that I can do this and celebrate one of my fav vld ships. When I was looking for insporation on tumblr, I found a lot of Star Wars art so I decided to go with it. I’ll be honest, I found the Star Wars movies kinda boring growing up but Clone Wars was the only thing I’d willingly sit through, so my info might not be totally correct. Probably cause I love Ashoka so much. Anyway, please enjoy. Star/Sky

Shiro moved quietly across the room, heading for the door when he heard someone call his name.

“Shiro? Where are you going?”

he turned to look at his Padawan who’d only come back an hour ago from hanging out with Senator Lance, the two the same age and equally good at fighting and breaking rules. He needed the distraction after coming back from their last war effort. They’d lost a lot of good men and going up against Sendak, who’d run off again, was never fun. Keith had collapsed into bed once he got back and Shiro waited until he knew for sure he was knocked out before getting up to leave, but it seemed Keith wasn’t as knocked out as he thought.

“The Chancalor asked me to do something for him.”

A lie. Not for a second did he trust Chancellor Zarkon, who always seemed to find a way to insert himself into Jedi issues, but also seemed way too interested in him.

Keith thankfully thought the same. “We’re not that guy’s errand boys.”

“I know, but he does hold the power. I’m sure we’ll eventually find a way to get away from his grip and end the war too. I’ll be back soon. We have shore leave and you don’t have classes, why don’t you join Senator Lance for breakfast tomorrow? You can take Pidge with you.” he said, mentioning one of the other Padawans Keith was friends with.

“Alright. Be safe ok?” Keith said before disappearing back into his room.

Shiro didn’t like lying to Keith, he really didn’t. The kid was a special case, being raised by a Sith Lord who didn’t care much about Keith, willing to turn him into an assassin. He was older than most Younglings but as a newly knighted Jedi himself, Shiro insisted Keith could be trained and offered up his own job if he was wrong. So far, he had the Council eating their words that Keith was untrainable. Break rules? Yes, but only the rules he thought didn’t make much sense to him within the code. Keith might be a special case but he was Shiro’s family. It made it so much harder to keep the secret he had.

He took a speeder to the more costly apartments of Coruscant, where a lot of Senators tended to home themselves when not at their home planets. He easily made his way to one apartment, home of someone who was more than just a Senator. He easily typed in the passcode and walked to the balcony when the door opened. Standing outside on it, was a woman. Her long white hair seemed to shine in the city lights, like it was made of the stars he’d fallen in love with.

“Hey.” he called.

The woman turned, her blue purple eyes widening when she saw him.

“Takashi!” she ran over and he swept her up in his arms. “I missed you. Are you ok? I heard what happened.”

“Everything is fine now. I’m with you.”

Poster boy for the Jedi Takashi Shirogane in a secret relationship to Senator Allura Fara? The scandal, but Shiro could care less. He’d still been a Padawan himself when he and his master had gone to Allura’s planet to try and help them stop in invasion from happening. He was instructed to look after the girl, who was practically royalty, but he quickly learned she didn’t like being protected. While they could argue whether or not she was putting herself in danger, in the quieter moments, they grew closer. Even after they grew older, the invasion stopped and their meeting few, the feelings they’d gained never faded. When they could meet again, it was like they hit unpause and doubled up the feelings. He broke the rules of forming attachments and formed the ultimate one, he fell in love. They were going to marry in secret when the war broke out. They wanted to, badly, but they knew a connection that intense would put them both in danger. For now, only sweet kisses and secret meetings could happen. But once this was over, once he was sure Keith was taken care of and a Knight, he’d leave. He’d leave to Order for her. He didn’t even have to think about it. Unless they changed their views on a few things, he would leave to be happy then force to give up something he couldn’t.

When he could, he’d sneak out of the Temple and come to Allura’s apartment. To most, the two were good friends. The only one privy to their relationship was Allura’s Protocol Droid and Shiro’s former master, who he could never lie to. Here, he could relax away from the rules of the Order and just be Takashi.

He pulled away to look at her, the woman who took his heart. “What about you? Any senators who’s heads you want to rip off?”

“The list is ever growing, but let’s forget about that for now.” she said hugging him close again, hiding her face in his chest, where she always felt safe.

Shiro pulled her close, easily hiding his face in her hair. When he’d first seen Allura, he asked if her hair was made from stars. She’d gone red, redder even when he started calling her Starlight. It was a soft as a cloud inn the sky and smelled like the flowers that grew in this special garden they had always gone to on her home planet. She told him that while they looked pretty, they could also be used to make a powerful parallelizing agent. They were Allura in a flower, beautiful with looks and a warrior with her electric whip and blaster. She might be able to quell rising wars with her powerful speeches, but if there was ever a time she needed to fight, you only needed to point her in the direction. She never felt like she needed protecting, even when every part of Shiro screamed to.

This woman, someone he was willing to turn his back on his teaching for, his Starlight, made him feel like a better person. She was his drive to end the war that affected their whole galaxy. And when it was finally over, he would get on his knee and ask for her to finally be his.

[giuliadrawsstuff]

May the Fourth be with you!!!

AU based on the Old Trilogy.

Erwin is a farmer living on Tatooine who discovers his ability to use the Force thanks to the old Jedi Master Keith Shadis. He’s soon joined by Prince Levi, charming smuggler Hans Zoe, their trustworthy Wookie Miche and protocol droid M0bl1t. Together they all join the group of Rebels known as the Wings of Freedom to fight the powers of the mighty Attack Titan (he used to be Jedi Padawan, never formally given the role of Master though he had Armin as Padawan, Eren Yaeger, believed to be the Chosen One but corrupted by the Dark Side to protect the ones he loved). In the beginning, Erwin is smitten with Prince Levi, until he discovers he’s his long lost twin; meanwhile Levi and Hans fall for each other. During a fight with the Attack Titan and his army of Titan Clones, Erwin loses his arm, but still manages to complete his Jedi training. Together they manage to destroy the Attack Titan’s evil plans to use the Rumbling, a “moon” that is in fact a weapon of mass destruction to pulverise planets.

Y’all know the references hehe

[lostredrobin]

The Lost Padawan Series

Reader Insert, Damian Wayne x Reader, Cal Kestis x Reader

Star Wars and DC Universe Crossover

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The force felt hectic, but at the same time peaceful. Your master had spoken that the clone wars was coming to an end. Peace was finally arriving and you could feel the balance of the force appearing.

At the prime age of 10 years old, you were one of the youngest padawans to get a jedi master so young. The council had repeatedly spoken highly of your swift learning of the jedi teachings.

You sat on the battleship, meditating and waiting for your master to arrive back from a nearby planet. Your master gave you strict orders to sit and wait upon their return.

However, after a grumble from your stomach a small break couldn't hurt. You peeked one of your eyes open, scanning your surrounds. You found R5 patiently also waiting on your masters return.

"R5, how about we grab some food?"

 Beep-bee-boop

"We won't be gone long, R5"

You stood and made your way to the cafeteria as R5 rushed to follow. You were greeted at every corner by clones.

" [Y/N], sneaking off again are we?"

You spun around, red faced at being caught.

"Commander Keith! I was just about to get some food. Would you like to join me?" You smiled and kept your eyes averted from Keith's mischief expression.

Kieth chuckled at you and decided to let you slide.

"As much as I love our lunches together, kid. I just received a notice to meet in the command center."

Your face contoured to seriousness immediately.

"Don't look like such as adult, kid. We received an update from the general a few minutes ago. They are returning now to meet with you." He smirked as he watched the seriousness wash off your face.

"Alright, you better hurry before the general returns. I never saw you"

"Deal" You couldn't help but to smile as you practically skipped away from captain Keith towards the the cafeteria. You should probably sneak him extra treats for having your back. You sneaked a peak behind you just as Keith was entering the door to the command center.

"I wonder what the meeting is about? Probably next steps on ending the war", you assumed.

Walking into the cafeteria was uneventful with the same old food. You commonly ate whatever was at the temple and military rations. Sometimes your master would buy you food from local towns in nearby planets and all the clones would join in and have a nice meal. You smiled hoping you can do that again soon with everyone. You grabbed a handful of ration bars and stuck them into your robes.

 Beep-boop!

"Oh shush, R5. I'm bringing extra for my master" You smirked at the nosy robot and began walking out of the cafeteria. You began venturing to the landing bay, hoping to see your master arrive. Right when you opened the doors to the landing bay, you feet wavered. You clutched the nearby wall as your force bond opened.

"Padawan! Where are you?" Your master spoke through your bond.

"Master, I am waiting for you in the bay area."

"Reach the star ship. The clones have betrayed us. Do not hesitate to defend yourself, Padawan. Have R5 take you to UNKNOWN-5. I will meet you there"

"Yes, Master" and with that the bond closed and you turned to R5. "We must move quickly R5! To unknown-5!"

R5 spoke loudly in his droid language before speeding off across the landing bay towards the jedi starfighter. You ran behind him. You could hear shouts and doors opening behind you.

"Theres the jedi!" A clone shouted as a squadron of them began shooting towards you. You pulled out your lightsaber and began deflecting the blasts. You breathing became elevated and remembered your masters words. Do not hesitate to defend yourself. You began deflecting the blasts towards the clones, taking them out one by one.

You ran towards the ship, jumping onto the ship, turning off your lightsaber as you did so. You were able to get into the pilot seat when you heard your name.

"[Y/N]!"

That was Keith's voice. You turned your head and saw him with a blaster in his hands, but his arms were shaking. You stared at him for what felt like an eternity.

"KEITH! Please, stop this!" Why would he betray you? Betray the jedi? What changed?

"DIE, JEDI" Keith roared as he shot his blaster at you.

Continues here

[mckinlily]

.the force

Summary: Learning the ways of the Force is not always an easy process. Sometimes lessons can take years, even lifetimes to master.

Sometimes your master seems to go out of his way to make it worse.

Shiro felt the chaotic stirrings in the Force just before Keith stormed into their shared quarters. 

“You ASSHOLE!”

A faint warning had him snapping his hand up to catch—

A rock?

It was a decently pretty rock, with nice blue and green flecks scattered through it, but overall no more interesting than any other mid-sized pebble they might pick up on a mission.

Keith fumed at Shiro’s shoulder behind the couch, massive waves of fury and irritation flooding off him in Force. So far, all lessons on releasing emotions into the Force had only taught Keith to get better at projecting his feelings, rather than control them.

Ah, well. It was progress. 

Maybe. 

With deliberate casualness, Shiro put down the mission report he had been reviewing and turned to his padawan.

“Hello, Keith. I could have sworn that wasn’t the correct form of address on Coruscant. Or did I miss a memo?”

“Stop being an ass,” snapped Keith.

Shiro raised his eyebrows. Keith just glared back. So this was going to be one of those conversations. Shiro leaned back into the couch.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more specific, Keith. Precisely what part of my assery do you want me to stop?” 

Then, recalling he was supposed to be a master and not a fellow padawan, he quickly added, “Ah, not that you should be using that kind of language anyway.”

Keith responded with several words under his breath that made it quite clear he was not taking Shiro’s advice.

Shiro sighed. “Keith. If you have something you want to talk about, I’m here. But for that to work, you’re going to have to actually, you know, talk.”

Keith gave an explosive exhale and flung himself over the back of the couch to land in a sulky sprawl next to Shiro.

Shiro bit back the urge to correct. He still wasn’t certain how to be a Master to a padawan learner—wasn’t even sure he knew how to be a Knight— and Kolivan’s old lectures echoed in his ears. Kolivan wouldn’t have let such impropriety slide. But what his master would have done and what Shiro’s instincts said were constantly at odds, and Shiro just didn’t know which one was right.

This time, his instincts won out. Shiro slumped against the side of the couch, and nudged Keith with the toe of his boot. “What is it.”

Keith shoved Shiro’s foot off the couch and scowled. He pointed at the object in Shiro’s hand. “That’s a rock.”

Shiro double checked that he was, in fact, still holding a rock. He looked back at Keith. “Yes?”

“It’s a kriffing rock!”

This time Shiro ignored the language. “Keith, you’re not giving me much to work with here.”

Keith flung in hands in the air. “It’s from Dazibalb! You said it was special!”

“I...did?”

Keith’s face was getting flushed as he waved his hands about. “Yes!”

“Um…” Shiro examined the innocuous stone in his hand, trying to see how it could be the source of the drama with his padawan.

“I spent a year—a kriffing year!—meditating and researching on it because my master—who is supposed to be TEACHING me—made it seem all important and special. And. It’s Just. A Fucking. ROCK!”

Shiro took a single breath in. Keith was clearly worked up. Shiro was a Jedi Knight and Keith’s master to boot. He needed to react calmly, rationally, with precision and compassion. He let out his breath—

And burst out laughing.

“Shiro!”

“I—aha!—I can’t—”

“Stop it!” Keith grabbed a pillow and started walloping Shiro with it. “It isn’t funny, Shiro!”

“Argh! Keith, get off me—a whole year—”

“Stop laughing, you asshat! I spent MONTHS on this! I went to Master Slav!”

Shiro lost the battle and dissolved into peals of laughter. He could barely breathe through his wheezes while tears gathered on his face.

“I can’t—I can’t—Slav?!”

“I didn’t want to fail!”

Keith’s voice—hardly reliable at the best of times, poor preteen—cracked on that, and Shiro, even crying with laughter, recognized it for what it was. He pushed himself upright, failing (though trying) to force down his laughter.

“I’m not laughing at you.”

Keith pulled back and folded his arms. “Yes, you are,” he sulked.

Shiro choked back another bout of inopportune laughter. “I’m not. It’s just—” A snort slipped out of him, his cheeks hurt—and, nope, he was laughing again. “It’s not you. But your face—”

“Really helping your case there, Shiro,” grumbled Keith, looking away, and damnit, Shiro really needed to pull himself together.

He couldn’t stop the snickering, but he could throw his arm around the younger boy’s shoulders and pull him close. “I adore you,” he promised into Keith’s hair.

Keith still grumbled. “You said—I asked if there was something special, and you said it held the secrets to the Force!”

“I was teasing,” said Shiro, slowly remembering a seemingly meaningless conversation from ages ago. He snorted. “I didn’t expect you to take it seriously.”

“How was I supposed to know that?!” snapped Keith. “You’re my master. You’re supposed to be teaching me, and half this Force stuff doesn’t make sense! You said and—I didn’t know!”

And that, Shiro realized, was the crux of it. The Council hadn’t been happy when Shiro took Keith on as a padawan, claiming he was too emotional and too old, and Keith knew it. He worked hard in his classes, but he was up against classmates who had been studying the Force and the way of the Jedi since they were in diapers. Shiro knew Keith worried. Nevermind that he was a prodigy, insanely powerful, and picked up new Force techniques faster than anyone Shiro had ever seen. Keith felt like he was constantly behind.

“Every padawan has fallen for something like this,” Shiro reassured, ruffling the kid’s hair. “Every. One. Someone started a rumor that the Force comes from little microbes in your body, and that rumor still circulates the creche to freak out Initiates all the time. It happens for everyone.”

Keith huffed. “You didn’t have to laugh at me.” He sounded annoyed, but hurt burnished his presence about the Force. 

“I’m sorry,” said Shiro earnestly. Keith’s outrage was funny but not his hurt. “Keith, I would never intentionally make you feel or look stupid.”

Keith flung his arms out. “I don’t know anything! Everyone knows all this stuff, and I don’t know any of it! I’m supposed to be a padawan.”

“You are a padawan,” said Shiro, tugging on Keith’s padawan braid to emphasise the point. “It doesn’t matter what everyone else knows. You’re a padawan learner. The point is to learn, which you’re doing. Where everyone else is doesn’t matter.”

“Younglings know more than me,” grumbled Keith.

“What did I just say?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Stupid Jedi crap. It’s easy to say when you’re not the one people are calling a non-sensitive in class.”

Shiro snorted. Hard. 

“Not at you,” he said to Keith quickly, shaking his head and smashing down dangerous fury that threatened at the mistreatment of his padawan. He snorted again. “If your classmates can’t tell how strong you are in the Force, maybe they are the ones who are non-sensitive.”

Keith slumped, somewhat pacified but still unconvinced. 

“You know, Master Yoda didn’t even talk until he was fifty years old. His species ages so slowly most of his clan had already become Masters before he even left the Creche.”

“But he’s Yoda,” protested Keith.

“And how do you know that in ten years, someone won’t be saying the same thing about you?” challenged Shiro. “You’re already one of the best pilots in the Order, and you’re not even a senior padawan yet. You might feel like you’re struggling to catch up now, but I guarantee that before long, all of us will be fighting to keep up with you.”

Keith snorted. “Sure, Shiro.”

“You’ll see,” said Shiro, his nose in the air. “I’m right.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” And Shiro let him have that. They wouldn’t break through all of Keith’s issues in a day. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Did you really spend months researching?”

Keith slumped into the couch. “I didn’t want you to think I failed you,” he muttered to the floor.

Shiro’s heart trembled and melted. It was deeply humbling to realize how seriously Keith had taken his offhand remark. And a little terrifying. His padawan trusted him so completely, and he—he wasn’t even sure he deserved his rank of Knight. 

(How did one go about being a master? How did he be a master when he couldn’t even go to his own master for help? When he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t been Knighted merely because no one had wanted to finish his own training?)

((No one had wanted to train Keith, either, he remembered. Shiro was determined to make sure his padawan never grew up with the same doubts.))

“Did you keep your research?”

Keith looked at him with narrow-eyed suspicion. “Why?”

“I figure if you put in all the work, you might as well get something out of it,” shrugged Shiro. “I bet we could put together a good case for an independent study. Free up your time for more advanced piloting classes.”

Keith’s eyes slowly lit up. “You mean it?”

“Of course, kiddo,” said Shiro. “I didn’t mean to send you on a wild goose chase.”

Keith huffed. Shiro squeezed his shoulders.

“I promise. I’ll be more careful about my teasing. And when I set you a task, I’ll make sure you know it’s an assignment. None of this vague hint stuff.”

Keith grumbled under his breath, but relief whafted off of him in the Force. Shiro really didn’t understand how so many in the Temple described his padawan as unreadable. Keith projected everything. Loudly. If only you took the time to listen.

Shiro tugged on Keith’s padawan braid again. “We good?”

Keith flopped grumpily against Shiro’s side. “You’re the worst,” he said, though the pulse he sent through their training bond didn’t back it up.

“I really am sorry,” said Shiro.

Keith squirmed against his side. “I just feel so dumb,” he admitted in a low mumble. “Anyone else would have known it was just a rock.”

“Well…” Shiro held up the rock, running his senses over it. It had certainly started as an ordinary rock, but things that were in close contact with the Jedi rarely stayed that way for long. Shiro could feel the vague impression of Keith in it, his loyalty and passion, all wrapped up in his fierce determination. Shiro concentrated on the rock as well, focusing on what he felt for Keith, his pride and joy in his padawan, and pushing that into the Force.

When he finished, the sense wasn’t as strong as he would have liked it—Shiro wasn’t very practiced in Force Impressions—but it was there.

“Here,” he said, passing the rock back to Keith. Keith took it somewhat suspiciously, and Shiro felt him prod hestistantly at it in the Force.

“Oh. Huh.” Keith looked up at Shiro, clearly looking for a confirmation that what he was feeling was real.

“Maybe it didn’t start out special,” said Shiro. “But it certainly is now.” He took a chance and ruffled Keith’s hair. “Just like you.”

“Argh!” Keith batted his hand away. “What are you so sappy?”

“Excuse you, I am genuine, charming, and eloquent.”

Keith frowned at him. Then, taking Shiro completely by surprise, he shoved him with the Force, knocking him off the couch and sending him sprawling on the floor.

“Ooof. This is how you repay me?” groaned Shiro from the ground. 

“Yep.” Keith preened, unrepentant from his position on the couch. Shiro took a moment to appreciate how far he’d come from the bitter, scared slave he had been when they first met. Smug and triumphant was a good look on him. 

“All right.” Shiro accepted defeat. “Pass me my datapad. I need to finish that mission report.”

“Your—What? You’re going to work from the floor?”

“Yep,” said Shiro, not even bothering to sit up.

“You are so weird,” concluded Keith, but a second later Shiro’s datapad was dropping onto his face and he snatched it out of the air. 

“Thanks,” said Shiro. He started scrolling through his notes, trying to find where he left off. 

“You’re the strangest master in the Order,” said Keith.

Shiro looked up from his datapad. “Would you rather the Council reassign you a different master?” he said hesitantly, trying to hide how the possibility cut him.

But Keith quickly shook his head. “No. I’ll stick with what I’ve got.”

“Me too,” said Shiro, quietly hiding his relief. “I wouldn’t trade you for any other padawan out there. Not for the entire galaxy.”

“Good,” said Keith. 

But still, the bond between them seemed to hum just a little warmer and stronger after that. 

[shatterinseconds]

Klance Star Wars Au based on the art from @anothertina

Where Keith is an ex-Jedi and Lance is the Mandalorian and there is an accidental baby acquisition. 

Keith

is a Mandalorian but has no memory of his family

was a Padawan but got expelled from the temple when he was young

still kept up with his training (ended up finding Shiro, a Jedi master, in exile)

doesn’t necessarily hide that he’s a Jedi but keeps it lowkey

does odd jobs to survive and wanders from system to system

Lance

is not a Mandalorian but was adopted by them when his home planet was attacked

he’s pretty much a smuggler, bounty hunter, any kind of job type of man

he’s made a pretty decent reputation for himself and always gets called on to do the hard but high paying jobs

he is in fact fine with taking off his helmet (bc we can’t deprive Keith of seeing his face)

---

They meet on a job. And by meet I mean they’re trying to beat each other to the same target. When they realize the Empire is involved, they end up teaming up and decide to split the reward. (When Keith pulls out his lightsaber, Lance flushes bc Keith looks hot, sue him). But the item turns out to be a baby (a force wielding baby) and now they’re just side-eyeing each other not knowing what to do.

Lance: “You can’t leave me alone with him! I don’t know how to deal with all the Jedi mumbo-jumbo.”

Keith: “I’m not that qualified either!”

“He is kinda cute… and we can’t let him fall into the Empire’s hands again.”

“Don’t say it.”

“How do you feel about becoming a father, partner?”

“This is why I should never take a job without knowing all the facts.”

And thus Keith and Lance learn to become parents and also fall in love with each other at the same time

[lacontroller1991]

Blue Ain’t Your Color (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Author’s note: Finding a gif of Obi-Wan that I haven’t used is becoming more impossible as I continue to write fics; Also this one is not a request.

Author’s note 2.0: Based on the song ‘Blue Ain’t Your Color’ by Keith Urban

Warnings: Binge Drinking; angst

Summary: Reader in Anakin’s girlfriend; however Anakin has been seeing Padme behind reader’s back and she finds out, which leads to her drinking problem, then Obi-Wan comes in and admits his feelings for reader.

I can see you over there

Starring at your drink

Watchin’ that ice sink

All alone tonight

And chances are 

You’re sittin’ here in this bar

‘Cause he ain’t gonna treat you right

Being with Anakin had it’s ups and downs. The downs being him sneaking off in the middle of the night to the the Senate building, to upper Coruscant, and to Padme. Although he didn’t know that you knew of his little love affair with the Naboo senator, the weight of keeping his little love affair on the down low weighed down on you, hence why you sat at a bar alone in the lower slums of Coruscant slinging back shot after shot, not noticing the piercing blue eyes that watched your every move.

Obi-Wan cowered in the corner of the dirty bar, hands clasped in his lap as he watched you drink yourself until you pass out; but tonight was different. Feeling the pair of eyes on you, you scanned the room looking for a possible threat only to see the ginger Jedi staring back at you. Turning back to the bartender, you motioned for two shots before making your way over to your lover’s master and sitting next to him.

“What are you doing here Obi-Wan?” You asked as best as you could, the alcohol already changing your motor functions. Politely refusing the drink, Obi-Wan looked at you with sadness as you shrugged and chugged down the two shots.

“I am making sure that you are alright,” Obi-Wan responded as you giggled and placed your head onto the table, looking up at him.

“Fine? I’m perfectly fine,” you stated before letting out a burp before a stream of giggles followed.

“Darling, you’re not fine. Let me help you.”

“No one can help me Obi-Wan, Anakin made sure of that.”

Well, it’s probably not my place

But I’m gonna say it anyway

‘Cause you look like

You haven’t felt the fire

Had a little fun

Hadn’t had a smile in a little while

Baby

Obi-Wan took your hands in his as he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you pounded against his back.

“Let me down, Kenobi.”

“No.”

Changing your tactics, you remained still as you and him walked up to his speeder. Setting you down in the passenger side, he strapped you in securely as to make sure that you in your drunken state didn’t try anything stupid while he was driving. Crossing your arms, you let out a huff as he began his way to the Jedi temple.

As you guys approached the temple, a familiar figure walked towards his speeder with R2 following closely behind.

“Don’t mind him, he’s not worth it (Y/N),” Obi-Wan tried to soothe your unease as you scoffed at his statement.

“I love him and I thought he loved me, but no it will always be that senator won't it? What is with you male Jedi and falling for a senator.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Obi-Wan stuttered, feeling a pang in his chest when you mentioned that you loved Anakin and when you admitted to knowing about him and the Duchess of Mandalore.

“Anakin with Padme, and you with Satine. Like, no wonder why Jedi aren’t supposed to form attachments,” you mumbled as he sighed, running a hand through his locks before looking back at you.

“I don’t love Satine, (Y/N), I love someone else,” confessing to the very thing he’s sworn to not do, you quirked an eyebrow before a wave of nausea hit you, hunching you over the side of his speeder and spilling out your stomach.

“Come on, darling let’s get you cleaned up.”

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on that neon buzzing’ on the wall

But darling, it don’t match your eyes

I’m tellin’ you

You don’t need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing’ your thunder

Baby, blue ain’t your color 

Stepping out of his refresher in his robes, you smelled tea wafting through the room as Obi-Wan cooked you some food. 

“(Y/N), you need to eat, it’ll help with your nausea,” placing the plate in front of you, Obi-Wan’s eyes lingered longer than they should have and you noticed this.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

“It’s nothing,” turning away, Obi-Wan focused his mind of the boiling pot of tea that sat on the stove. Getting up, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Obi, what are you not telling me,” you whispered into his ear as he poured two cups of tea.

“I love you. I hate that Anakin is tearing you down like this. I want to be the one you love, not him. Let me help you, we can be happy together,” Obi-Wan stated, grasping you in his hands as a blush crept along your face.

Well, I’ve had enough to drink

And it’s making me think

That I just might

Tell you that if I were a painter I wouldn’t change ya

I’d just paint you bright

Baby

“Obi, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, you’re not in the right mindset, go get some sleep,” he commanded as you nodded, laying down on his bed that he insisted you use for the night instead of walking back to your quarters. Quickly falling asleep, your mind began to fill with thoughts of what it could be like with Obi-Wan.

While you slept, Obi-Wan sat on the floor, hovering over the wooden boards, meditating on what to do once you woke up. Thoughts of you rejecting him or Anakin finding out about his feelings towards you plagued his mind as he grew frustrated with meditation. Giving up, Obi-Wan sat on his couch, watching you as you slept peacefully.

“She’s not going to remember any of this,” hanging his head low, Obi-Wan laid across the couch and slowly drifted to sleep.

‘Cause blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on the neon buzzin’ on the wall,

But darling it don’t match your eyes,

I’m telling you,

You don't need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing your thunder

Baby, Blue ain’t your color

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered opened, adjusting to the bright lights that shone through the window. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes before turning around and looking for your sleeping form, only to see you missing as his bed make neatly up.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan muttered as he got up and got ready for the day.

Walking down the halls, a loud giggle caught his attention. Turning his head to the noise, he saw you hoisted in the air with Anakin’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Put me down Ani,” you commanded as Anakin’s fingered continued to tickle into your side.

“Not a chance (Y/N). You broke our promise,” Anakin joked before Obi-Wan cleared his throat, jealousy raging through his veins.

“(Y/N), don’t you have somewhere to be this morning?” Obi-Wan asked as Anakin let you down, noticing how red your face got. You face never got like that near Obi-Wan.

“Something happen between you two?” Anakin asked as you shook your head, whispering a quick goodbye to Anakin and a slight nod to Obi-Wan before scurrying off to the training that your master had in place for you.

“Nothing happened, I drove her home last night. She was at the bar again drinking.”

“She’s always there,” Anakin mentioned as Obi-Wan stared at him with annoyance.

“And that doesn’t concern you?”

“Why should it? She’s responsible, plus Senator Amidala required my assistance last night.”

“Anakin, she has a drinking problem. What did Padme need so desperately at midnight that you could not watch (Y/N)?”

“What do you care anyways Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked with anger as Obi-Wan sighed and began to walk away.

“Because I actual care for her,” walking away, Obi-Wan ignored the perplexed look on his Padawan’s face and ignored the jealousy that surged through his veins.

Blue looks good on the sky

Looks good on the neon buzzin’ on the wall

But darling it don’t match your eyes,

I’m telling you,

You don’t need that guy

It’s so black and white

He’s stealing your thunder,

Baby, blue ain’t your color

Author’s Note 3.0: I hope you guys enjoyed this song fic as much as I did ❤️❤️

[ao3feed-keithshiro]

Tilted Axis

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W3ijIP

by lasersheith

Keith's universe is upended after the unexpected death of his Master. Can Jedi Knight Takashi Shirogane fill that role and keep Keith on the path of Light? Only time will tell.

Words: 1576, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, master!shiro, padawan!keith, Hurt/Comfort, eventual happy ending because I'm weak, rip texas kogane sorry buddy, Slow Burn

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2W3ijIP

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Can you please have Lotor and the paladins watch Into the Spiderverse and/or Star Wars? I'd love to hear his reactions to Earth's theories of multiple dimensions and space travel before it was known to be possible. (As well as the "I am your father" plot twist!)

Movie Time With TSLLotor – Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980) Edition

“No.” Lotor’s slit eyes widened as he stared at the screen.His jaw dropped slightly. And then he raised his hand to the holographicinterface to pause Star Wars: EmpireStrikes Back. “No, that is not possible.”

Pidge sat next to him. She pushed her finger against his jawto click his fangs shut. “It totally is.”

Lotor blinked. “Darth Vader is Luke Skywalker’s father?” he askedincredulously. “The hero is the son of the villain?”

“Yeah. Pretty cool, huh?”

The prince’s elfin ears pulled back, his face tight in a mixof delight and validation. “The hero is the sonof the villain. They both use this…same force that flows through all, butyet Skywalker uses it for good.”

“Yeah, cause he’s still the good guy,” Pidge said with ashrug. “Doesn’t matter where he came from.”

To Lotor’s left, one Princess Allura still sat in horror,her hands covering her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide. “Ngh,” she squeaked,still staring at Luke’s missing hand. “Keith, you didn’t tell me there wasgoing to be dismemberment.”  

On the floor, one Keith lay on his side, delightedlymunching on popcorn. “It’s not like it shows much. I mean, this was the 1980s. Specialeffects were still kinda bad.”

Allura looked down and lightly nudged Keith with her foot indisapproval. “But I like Luke,” shewhined. “And his own father just cut off his hand—that is so cruel andterrible.”

“…It’s awesome,” Keith argued.

“It’s terrible,” she retorted right back, her white browsknitting together. “Honestly, Keith, where is your sense of empathy?”

His lips stretched as he turned to stare up at her. “Takinga nap.”

“Obviously.” And then she tossed some popcorn at him, whichhe jerked to the side and caught it with his mouth.

Allura’s elfin ears flicked in interest of his reflexes, andso she did it again, tossing a popcorn kernel at him, which he caught onceagain in his mouth, crunching down on the popcorn in satisfaction. His eyesglinted merrily.

That managed to garner the attention of Kosmo, who ploddedover to sniff Keith’s face. Then he licked the boy’s mouth in interest of thepopcorn salt. Keith sputtered out a noise between a laugh and a gag as heraised up his hand to gently push Kosmo’s muzzle away. The space wolf lickedhis cheek in response, wagging his tail.

Allura giggled at the sight and turned to Lotor.

The man was still puzzling over the movie’s various aspects,murmuring to Pidge in awe and surprise, “—Particularly advanced for a culturehaving traveled off-planet only several decaphoebs before, capturing not onlythe power but also the mundane quality of space travel. It is so very rare forcivilizations not to worship or otherwise present space travel as a means of obtaininggodhood.”

The girl shrugged. “I mean, our rocket that got us to themoon, the Saturn V, was said to be made of parts from the lowest bidder, andeven the astronauts got tired of talking about the moon after a couple ofdecades. As a species, I’d say we get bored pretty easily. The new wears offfast, you know?”

Lotor raised his hand to point at her. “That is preciselywhat I mean. Contextualization of advancement. Most early civilizations likeyour own would worship space travel in a spiritual sense, and yet even yourlanguage about real events—like your Saturn V and first trip to Earth’s moon—delegatessuch to the realm of the everyday. The exponential learning curve of humans,and your emotional response as a species, is quite fascinating.”

“You saying we’re freaks or something?”

“Just…strangely aware. Even the concept of the Force is surprisingto me. It is rudimentary in description,” Lotor continued, brows knitted togetherin thoughtfulness, “but particularly reminiscent of quintessence—down to itsability to be manipulated by people of all moral alignments. Tell me, does this…StarWars represent humanity’s reigning philosophy of the essence of life?”

Pidge pushed up her glasses in pride. “Actually, the ideabehind the Force is very old. Even early humans believed there was somethingthat tied all living beings together. The names for it changed—ancient humanscalled it the fifth element. Medieval scholars even called it quintessence fora time.”

Lotor’s head tilted in interest. “And what do humans call itnow?”

“Our most equivalent theory would be dark matter—but westill can’t really do anything with it like you or Allura can.”

The prince looked down at his own fingers and allowed themto spark to life with a slight glow of purple. “Dark matter seems to suggest apeculiar obscurity, but it is quite visible to me.”  

Pidge dared to grab onto one of his hands, inspecting theglow his fingertips with a scientific curiosity. “They say dark matter is acollection of stars that haven’t ignited or they’ve already exploded, leaving pocketsof energy across the universe. Somehow, you and Allura tap into that unignitedenergy and manifest it for yourself.” Her thin brows furrowed. “But the energyisn’t hot like a star, and I’m not sure how you…channel it.”

Lotor’s voice lifted in delight of a lecture, his eyesbright and face glowing with the awe of human entertainment, which allowed forsons of villains to be heroes. “It is all a matter of being attuned tosurrounding frequencies. But your movie would suggest that quintessencemanifests itself on a spectrum aligned to some moral perception. Blue for good.Red for evil. In truth, the color depends on the frequency or concentration ofthe energy.” He turned to Allura, who was watching them with great curiosity. “Princess,can you help me demonstrate this?”

“Of course,” she murmured happily. She snapped her fingers,and within her palm manifested a glowing light, the same color as Lotor’s. “Purpleis of a high concentration and frequency—only trained alchemists or those withinnate ability can manifest such. There is no moral alignment for it, although Galran-minedquintessence takes on this spectrum per the attempts to gatherless-concentrated quintessence into something more.” Her hand turned, and theglow suddenly turned red. “This color, as I’m sure you know, Pidge, has a lower,more enduring frequency and so is found most readily in planets.” Then Allura’s hand twitched as she narrowed her eyes. The color of her fingertipsbegan to glow blue. “This is of a similar frequency. And the highest frequencyappears as pure black, which is the totality of all quintessence spectrumsabsorbed within the power itself.” Her full lips twitched in a sad way as theglow died about her fingertips. “But I will not show you here, for I do notwish to draw attention from those who would sense its power.”

Her words were a thinly veiled reference to the witch Haggar.

Her eyes flickered to Lotor’s, and he searched her.

Pidge cut between them. “Wait, wait,” she said, narrowingher eyes. “Pure quintessence is black?” Her lips stretched. “As in, dark matter?”

Lotor did not look away from Allura, his voice distant evenas he managed a twitch of his lips. “Perhaps human theories are not so far fromthe truth, then.” The glow died from his hands as well. “Though I will admit, Ihave never been able to attempt such a concentration.”

“Perhaps one day,” Allura murmured softly, “I could show youhow to achieve manifesting black quintessence.”

The prince smiled at her, his eyes glimmering. “I would lovefor you to show me the darkness, princess.” And then his smile stretchedfarther. “As long as it does not require becoming a Sith lord.”

Keith raised his hand. “Siths are cooler than Jedi, just saying.”

Pidge rolled her eyes. “No way. The Jedi are so much moreawesome. Also, they have green light sabers.”

“And Siths have red,” Keith argued lightly. “Why do you thinkI like them?”  

Allura giggled. Then she turned to Lotor and murmured, “I donot believe you will have to become a Sith lord to achieve mastery ofquintessence.”

“Then what must I become, princess?”

“My padawan,” she giggled, reaching up to pat his head.

Lotor’s face-faulted, then huffed in a mix of misery andgreat amusement. Here he was, ten-thousand years old and still an apprentice. “Oneday,” he said, voice straining, “I hope to become your equal.”  

The words inspired a bloom of a blush upon Allura’s face asher fingers slipped from his hair, which was soft against her skin. “I would verymuch like that.”  

He smoothed down his hair where she had displaced it. “And ifyou were to teach me, I would assure you that I would use such knowledge responsiblyas well, even though I am the son of your enemy.” He tilted his chin to the moviescreen. “None of this dark-side domination.”  

She lightly grabbed onto his hand and squeezed his largepalm. “You are not your parents, as I am not mine.”

His long, clawed fingers squeeze against her own to reciprocatethe touch. His sharp cheeks flushed in a manner similar to Allura’s—an awe atbeing near a kindred spirit.

“…Hey, can you guys stop flirting,” Keith cut in with a deadpan,“so can we finish the movie?”

[whalechief]

OK but hear me out.

Keith’s in the BoM searching for the last jedis that Lotor (Kylo Ren) didnt kill off from the padawan academy. Keith was able to escape along with Shiro, Hunk, Pidge, and Lance thanks to the BoM’s quick infiltration during the slaughtering, but got separated young so that if they were compromised, the wouldnt ALL get taken out. Keith stayed with the BoM because he was from their planet. Shiro was given a new identity, but his planetside village was taken over and all the youth were reconditioned to become storm troopers (and he kinda Finn’ed it when Keith gets captured trying to gain the map to the rest of the missing padawans (like Luke’s map).

BOOM, AND ALLURA IS GENERAL ORGANA BECAUSE FUCK YOU THATS WHY.

[starcipher]

star wars voltron au!!! 1 | 2 

my last star wars au art was drawn 7 months ago... and now ive come back to it bc it would be so good but i havent seen much of it (to be fair tho i am not an active consumer/follower of voltron content) so here it is i guess. additional details under read more :)

*pls full view/open in new tab for better quality lol !!!

so first who is who:

allura - leia, lance - han, hunk - chewie, keith - luke, shiro - obi wan, zarkon - darth vader/anakin, haggar - emperor palpatine

note: this isn’t like a perfect one-to-one thing?? like ex.) just bc allura is leia and lance is han doesnt mean they gotta be together in this au... keith isn’t related to allura in this au either lol, etc. , etc.

anyway onto actual au details:

another note: i dont have every detail hashed out so these are just vague concepts and stuff

shiro was zarkon’s padawan up until order 66 which shiro and keith are the only (known?) survivors of. shiro is 12 and keith is 5 when this happens. shiro ends up having to act as a guardian to keith while also learning how to live as fugitives hiding from the galra

lance and hunk met at imperial flight academy. at some point they decide to defect and now work as smugglers, helping out various small rebel cells they happen to come across (theyre unaware of the existence of an actual rebel organization?)

allura and leia’s backstories are basically the same/are very similar so there isn’t much to say here... 

i didn’t draw pidge bc 1.) shes a kid and i know voltron also involves War but sw feels different i feel weird putting her in the forefront of this? 2.) i do have a concept for her tho but i just don’t see how it fits into the sort of narrative i’ve constructed...... im thinking shes a mechanic + a communications officer for the rebellion... she joined after matt, a spy for the rebellion, goes missing during a mission and hopes to find clues as to his whereabouts

this au follows the events of a new hope pretty closely with a few minor differences? like how shiro finds out that allura needs help is up in the air lol... The Force i guess. then he and keith hire lance and hunk to take them to alderaan. alderaan is destroyed. they rescue allura. shiro faces off with zarkon and does the obi wan thing where he ~disappears~ but unlike obi wan he isn’t like. Dead. 

keith wants to leave to find shiro. allura is frustrated about this bc the rebel alliance is short on resources and she thinks a jedi would be a rly valuable asset to the rebellion and could maybe turn the tide of the war?

thats the stuff that’s pretty concrete. the rest is kind of vague? at some point allura realizes she’s force sensitive and convinces keith to teach her how to be a jedi in exchange for using rebel resources to look for shiro maybe??

im also thinking some of the blade of marmora, specifically the leaders, are some of the other few who survived order 66 and are in hiding

i also wanted allura to harbor a little resentment towards the jedi like how shes feels about the marmora in canon buuut i dont know how that would work. what i have in mind needs allura to have known that there were some surviving jedi and that doesnt make sense lol

BUT ANYWAY!!! those are the basics!! 

[blf19]

Obiwan!Lance and Anakin!Keith (+Qui Gon!Shiro)

Obikin+Klance

I really love a Padawan Hair style. Also, the Jedi costume.

[artsy-alice]

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender Characters/Relationships: Keith/Shiro, Keith & Pidge & Hunk & Shiro, Matt & Pidge, Hunk & Lance, Keith & Lance, Slav is here now, Thace/Ulaz is mentioned Chapter: 3 of 5 

Between the shinigami lessons, the occasional Hollow, homework and night patrol, Keith and Shiro had a pretty busy weekend.

Keith felt exhausted. On a positive note, he felt like the work paid off when on Monday morning as he and Shiro made their way to school, Lance jogged up next to them with one of his raised eyebrow looks.

“You’ve done some work lately, huh.” he remarked, eyeing both of them up and down as if he could track the changes physically.

Keith tried to sound nonchalant as he asked, “You can tell?”

(Shiro’s lessons on spiritual pressure control was like some form of zen-yoga-meditation-ritual-inner-peace-thing that Keith absolutely sucked at. Things like ‘feeling the flow of power’ and ‘sense all those around you’ and ‘channeling it inwards’ and ‘controlling the release of your spiritual energy’ made him feel like he was some Jedi trainee, which was cool, except Keith was pretty sure he was not Force-sensitive in the slightest.)

Lance shrugged. “A bit. You feel less annoying. Long way to go ‘till you’re not attracting Hollows left and right, though.”

“We only started last Saturday.” Shiro pointed out.

(Shiro said that Keith was doing a great job, but Shiro was probably biased because Keith cooked him a delicious stack of pancakes earlier that day and the man almost cried because he loved it so much. Shiro’s smile was one of the reasons Keith was doing terribly, anyway. It was very distracting, and very hard to stop thinking about.)

(Keith made a pretty horrible padawan.)

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13653897/chapters/31477431 Start from Chapter 1: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13653897/chapters/31359861 The series so far: http://archiveofourown.org/series/691164

A/N: THE FLUFF THICKENS. This went from 4 chapters to 5 chapters btw. Just because I got carried away and 14k became 17k by the end of the day.

P.S. OMG GUYS THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO LIKED/REBLOGGED MY VALENTINES SHEITH DOODLE I WAS INSPIRED TO FINISH THIS FIC BECAUSE OF THAT THANK U <3

[heretherebedork]

So... Star Wars/Voltron AU.

Allura is the last Jedi. She’s come to search the galaxy for new Padawans and is SHOCKED to find four of them clustered together. She takes them without a word, with the help of her force-sensitive assistant Coran.

And their crystal colors can match their lions.

Which means that Shiro gets his hands on a rare black crystal he stole from the Galra.

Keith has a red lightsaber and there are questions about it, lots of them, that get answered slowly as it’s revealed that his father was a Galra. This, technically, means that the crystal is likely synthetic but, since he inherited it, it works well regardless.

Lance’s shines blue and he grins and Allura congratulates him because it’s a perfectly fine and normal color. He grumbles a lot.

Pidge finds a green crystal on purpose, because she wants one that was Matt’s favorite color so he’ll find her on the battlefield if it comes to that.

Hunk is instantly drawn to a yellow crystal. This, according to Coran, indicates a Jedi who would typically be drawn to the temple and to guard duty. Everyone agrees it fits him well.

Allura has a purple lightsaber. Because... yes. And it’s the sign of a good leader.

The leaders of the Galra are members of the Sith, of course, and everyone below them the equivalent of stormtroopers.

Honestly, it wouldn’t be that different.

But DAMN would it be fun.

[mckinlily]

.match made

Summary: Shiro and his master need to make a dangerous bet to get off of an Outer Rim planet. This would not be the ideal time to scout out new Jedi potentials.

Shiro disagrees.

(thanks @void-tiger​ for the beta and making sure my Star Wars isn’t complete nonsense!)

“I can do it, Master.”

Kolivan hummed with an almost growl in the back of his throat, no expression crossing his stern face. “It’s risky.”

“It’s podracing,” said Shiro, both confirming and refuting the point. “And it’s not like we have better options.”

Kolivan’s scowl deepened. Shiro was certain he was miserable with his thick fur in the Tatooine heat, but Force forbid the Jedi admit it, let alone take off a few layers. 

“Podracing is dangerous.”

“Dangerous is part of being a Jedi.”

“Padawan.”

“Master.”

Kolivan huffed.

“We’re not getting off this planet until we get the part for the hyperdrive,” Shiro pointed out, continually astonished by how the same master who had raised him on the mantra of patience yields focus could be so needlessly stubborn when things didn’t go his way. 

“Master, I can do this,” he repeated. 

Kolivan exhaled heavily, finally relenting to the fact that the universe wasn’t going to magically whisk them away just because he wished it. His expression didn’t change any, but Shiro had become attuned to his master’s ways and could tell by the slight roll of his shoulders that he was giving in. 

“I’ll go place our bets,” he conceded. 

Shiro grinned. 

***

The thing about podracing was it was entirely unregulated, despite perfunctory rules, and the only real requirement was that it be entertaining. Entertainment fueled the bets after all. 

Shiro knew this as he walked around the podracer they’d “borrowed” from a local junk trader as part of the bet (Shiro had never thought that being Jedi included so much sketchy betting with sketchier characters, but needs must). The podracer was in standard barely functional condition, and if Shiro didn’t end up needing to hold some part or other together with the Force by the end of this, he would be very much surprised. 

As it was, he was excited.

Jedi probably weren’t supposed to be excited at the prospect of entering a dangerous and by some definitions illegal pod race, but Shiro still struggled to wrestle himself into the part of a proper Jedi at times. Most times, it seemed according to Kolivan and certain members of the Council. But he could at least affect the appearance of a calm, collected Jedi while he looked over his competition. Shiro took note of their craft, the likely strengths and drawbacks, possible weaknesses to take advantage of—and who among them was angry or bitter and willing to play dirty.

A sudden, bright flare in the Force caught his attention, and Shiro looked around, distracted. He hadn’t thought any of his competitors were particularly Force-sensitive, but—

There. For a moment, Shiro thought it was the Toydarian dealer, but then his focus narrowed in on the small boy nearby. The kid was maybe eight or nine—or possibly a very scrawny ten. His dark hair was overlong and fell into his face while he scowled and steadfastly ignored who Shiro strongly suspected was his master. (A child. A child slave, and slavery in general was appalling but there was something particularly despicable about enslaving children.) 

No one else seemed remotely sensitive, but the Force had gathered in tangled, turbulent knots around this one child. A child who on the outside appeared to be nothing but sullen and underfed, but in the Force he glowed—

A sharp tug on his training bond told Shiro that Kolivan had noticed his distraction and was not impressed. Kolivan never did appreciate deviations from the mission. An unplanned pit stop in the Outer Rim had only made him grumpier. Shiro sent back a pulse of reassurance and climbed into the cockpit. Focusing, Master. I’ll get us those hyperdrive parts.

***

There was another human in the line up. Keith frowned while he wormed into a more comfortable position in the pod racer. Humans couldn’t compete in podraces: their reflexes were too slow.

Well. Humans who weren’t Keith.

So why did he have the staticky, tingling feeling this one was going to win?

***

The pod race started off with a bang, two pods almost immediately crashing and catching fire, and Shiro was having fun. His podracer was stiff and shaky, but he pushed it to the limit anyway, quickly getting a feel for its hang ups and how to push through them. The challenge of it was thrilling, as was the prickle of wind in his hair, and he quickly pulled to the front of the pack. Most the contestants seemed more concerned with sabotaging their competitors than actually flying, unfortunately. 

For them. 

Shiro rarely felt as one with the Force as he did when he was flying, and this time was no exception. By the second lap, he had a feel for both the pod and the course and with an extra burst of speed pulled into the lead. With space between him and the sabotaging competitors, he felt free to open the throttle and push the pod to its max, less concerned with beating everyone and more with the delight of going fast.

Except. Shiro had left most his competitors behind. There was one stubborn racer who was pulsing a warning of pride-bitterness-malice into the Force that Shiro kept an eye on. But even closer, nearly on his tail, was the kid from earlier, his presence in the Force more of a wordless fire. And he was keeping up, matching Shiro almost move for move, which was impressive seeing as Shiro was definitely using the Force as a counterbalance to offset his sharp cornering. But the kid refused to fall behind, fueled by either exceptional determination, exceptional stupidity, or possibly both. In other circumstances, Shiro would try slowing down just to see what the kid could do (and make sure the same kid didn’t get himself killed), but he and his master still needed that hyperdrive part and he couldn’t afford to let the rest catch up. 

There was a sharp bang! and out of the corner of his eye, Shiro caught sight of sparks flying out of the pod behind him, but he didn’t have time to worry about the kid because the Dug racer was on him and—

“A blaster? Seriously?” 

Of all the uncivilized things. Shiro growled under his breath as he dodged the shots. He could block them, but he was pretty sure the bet would be voided if he pulled out his lightsaber and besides he was affronted by the very idea of bringing a blaster to a podrace. This was a sport, not a war zone. Someone could get killed.

Shiro ground the gears, using the slope of a boulder to launch himself up and crash next the Dug, motors nearly tangling and energy arcs spitting angrily. The Dug snarled, likely something uncomplimentary about Shiro’s parentage, and pointed the blaster at Shiro’s face, but Shiro ignored it and instead leaned in more, grabbing hold of the other pod’s main fuel line, and yanked. 

The pod and the Dug screamed in equal fury. Shiro threw his sticks forward, pushing the pod into the redline, willing it to get him out of the spiraling hellfire that was quickly consuming the other podracer. Smoke, debris, and heat haze clouded his vision, but Shiro grit his teeth and pushed forward. 

The kid was ahead of him now. He’d gotten control of his podracer and used Shiro’s confrontation with the Dug to pull ahead. Which was a smart move, and another day, Shiro would let him have it, but…

“Sorry, kid,” said Shiro, yanking his pod sideways to draw even through a narrow passageway and plucking wires on his consol with one hand. Flying with the other, he bypassed the safeties, pouring unfiltered power into the engines. He pushed the Force down the lines as well, willing the pieces to stay cool while the rotors screamed and the air wavered with white-hot exhaust. 

Shiro was flirting with disaster. The last leg of the race was rocky and littered with less successful podracers, and he was brushing supersonic speeds. But there was no one else out here besides him and the kid. Shiro opened up his senses to the world around him and the Force. 

Times like this, Shiro almost understood what the masters meant when they said all was one with the Force. Time seemed to slow. He was the desert, the rock and grains of sand, the screaming motors, one small pilot, billions of particles in the air. He existed at the mouth of a canyon. Two miles down, launching over a crevasse. In the middle, calculating multiple trajectories.

The moment is vast. All time is now.

The Force sang in his ears. Shiro streaked over the finish line, the edges of his turbines just starting to turn red and deform and little sparks of electricity flashing dangerously along the leylines. He has his work cut out for him, bringing the pod to a stop without the entire thing turning into a fireball, but on the very edge of his awareness, he noticed the kid also pull across barely a handful of seconds after he did. Damn, but that was impressive. Though Shiro did notice his pod was in even worse shape than Shiro’s was. 

Shiro quickly gave the podracer a once over, ensuring it wasn’t in danger of exploding in the near future. As he did, he kept part of his attention on the crowd, making note of Kolivan making his way to collect their bets. Figuring his master had that in hand, Shiro jumped over his cockpit and approached the other podracer.

The kid was covered in dust and soot but overall didn’t seem too worse for wear. He looked up when Shiro approached, and the Force flared up in a defensive wall before settling down into something more cautiously hesitant.

“How did you fly like that?” he demanded, surprising Shiro by speaking first.

“The Force,” said Shiro honestly.

The kid scowled and glared at him like he was being intentionally patronizing—which, yeah, okay, Shiro could see that.

He crouched down so that he was closer to eye level and offered what he hoped was a soothing smile.

“I’m a Jedi,” he explained, voice low because it wasn’t something he wanted the entire arena to know. “We’re trained to use the Force to enhance our reflexes and our connection to the world. Flying is just one part of it.” A pretty frivolous part, really, but Shiro loved it too much to give it up. “I’m more impressed by what you managed, though. That was some pretty impressive flying you pulled off.”

For a moment, the kid almost preened. “I’m the best podracer there is,” he said confidently. “I’m the only human who can do it.” Then, he seemed to remember who he was talking to and his shoulders slumped, “Well, except for…”

“Jedi, remember?” Shiro gently reminded him. “I don’t exactly count as normal.”

The kid peaked up at him through his bangs and almost, almost seemed to smile. But he held back, seemingly uncertain and wary of what that could mean.

Shiro’s heart ached.

“Do you have any family?” he asked, but the kid shook his head.

“No. My dad—” He broke off, shook his head. “He was freeborn. He was. And so was I!” He looked up again, fire in his eyes, daring Shiro to challenge him.

Shiro didn’t blink or break eye contact. “I’m guessing the slavers didn’t care,” he said simply, disgust darkening his voice. 

“Yeah,” agreed the kid, too much bitterness and disillusionment in his voice for a kid his age. For anyone, but this was a child, and a brilliant, strong-willed, talented one too, if Shiro’s brief interaction with him was anything to go by.

(It occurred to Shiro that those traits probably were not missed by the boy’s master, and it made his blood burn.)

“Do you know where your master keeps the detonator?”

“What?” 

“The detonator for your implant. Does your master keep it on him or somewhere else?”

The kid’s eyes narrowed, sizing Shiro up in a way that should not make Shiro feel as much like a nervous youngling as he did now. 

“Yeah, I do,” said the kid. “But it’s in a safe only he can open. It’s keyed to his bio code.”

Shiro smiled in a way that was neither Jedi-worthy nor nice. “I have a lightsaber,” he pointed out, and the kid’s eyes went wide.

And then lit up.

***

“Takashi.”

“Yes, Master?” said Shiro as pleasantly as he could while running full tilt through the crowded market.

“I thought you said you could, and I quote, ‘do this.’”

“In fairness, I did win the podrace,” said Shiro, grabbing Kolivan’s arm and dragging them both behind a stall to avoid blaster fire. “It’s everything else that went sideways.”

“By which you mean breaking into a well known house, destroying every inch of their security, and then stealing valuable hyperdrive parts and a slave.”

“First of all, you can’t steal a person,” snapped Shiro. “And his name is Keith.”

Keith, for his part, was hiding silently in Shiro’s shadow, but the glare he was sending Kolivan spoke volumes.

Kolivan titled his head back and grumbled something in Galra that Shiro had never gotten him to give a translation for, but from context, he figured it meant something like, This padawan will be the death of me.

Which was unfair, really. Drawing the attention of every bounty hunter and mercenary on Tatooine was hardly the most dangerous thing either of them had done by a long shot.

Keith tugged hard on Shiro’s robe and pointed.

“Security droids at nine o’clock,” said Shiro, dumping the hyperdrive parts into Keith’s arms so that he could pull out his lightsaber. Kolivan, whose large frame clearly did not appreciate crouching in the small space, had already leapt into action, his silver-white blade flashing against the backdrop of sand and brown and dust.

“Take these to that ship,” Shiro told Keith, pointing. “We’ll cover you.”

Keith looked ready to be suspicious and stubborn, but then he caught sight of where Shiro was pointing and his eyes went wide. “Is that your ship?”

“Yep,” said Shiro proudly. “Once we get out of here, I can show you how to fly it.”

“Takashi!”

“Yes?” replied Shiro with sing-song pleasantry. “Go on, get out of here,” he added, giving Keith a little push with the Force. “We’ll be right behind you.”

“We will talk,” said Kolivan as Shiro jumped in beside him, expertly deflecting blaster fire back at the perpetrators.

“Yes, Master,” said Shiro, foreseeing a lot of forced meditation in his future but refusing to regret it. He and his master moved like one in battle. Kolivan grabbed a transport with the Force, and Shiro deflected a blast into its cargo, causing an explosion of feathers and shrieking chaos as the livestock escaped. 

On an unspoken cue, both he and Kolivan turned tail and bolted for the ship, guarding each other in turn.

“Get us in the air!” ordered Kolivan, as they leaped over the loading ramp into the ship. “And take the youngling with you.”

“On it,” said Shiro, blocking blaster fire and drawing up the ramp. He nudged Keith towards the cockpit, squeezing his shoulder. “Want to see how we get this thing in the air?”

“Focus on the task at hand, padawan!” Kolivan snapped from the engine room.

Shiro rolled his eyes. “I can do both,” he muttered, knowing Kolivan wouldn’t care. They needed to get off planet before the entire population of Tatooine started firing on them.

“Here,” said Shiro, quickly plopping Keith into the copilot seat. “Strap in,” he added, throwing himself into the other seat and beginning to flip switches and override warnings (yeah yeah, broken hyperdrive, they knew that) to get ship live and ready for take off. Engines spluttered, coughed—then purred, and the dashboard lit up. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Shiro saw Keith hadn’t strapped in at all, instead staring open-mouthed at the controls and standing on tip-toe to see more out of the view port.

Eh. He’d learn.

Shiro flipped on the intercom. “Ready, Master?” he asked, already setting the launch trajectory.

“Get us out of here, Takashi.”

“You might want to sit down for this,” Shiro added to Keith, intentionally not looking at the kid and pretending he hadn’t noticed the moment of awestruck curiosity. He gripped the sticks and launched them into the air, no less than three ships on his tail, and Keith let out a gasp that a moment later was followed by a flood of sheer delight in the Force.

Shiro grinned, easily maneuvering two of his tails into each other and quickly outstripping the third, before launching into open space.

Over all, he thought things were going very well.

And Kolivan’s grumbled swearing could just deal with it. 

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Okay I haven’t personally seen a Star Wars au so I’ll throw my hat into the ring.

The Blade of Marmora are basically already Jedi so in this au that’s what they are.

Kolivan is basically Yoda

Keith is the Padawan of Thace (he’s really close to becoming a master, but he’s still got a little bit to go) 

Shiro is a diplomat from Earth along with Matt and Pidge

Lance and Hunk are their bodyguards (and also their friends) 

Allura and Coran are also diplomats from Altea (in this au Altea wasn’t destroyed)

Zarkon is the Chancellor (and no one knows he’s also Sith)

So Shiro and the others come to Coruscant and live in a huge tower. 

Threats against Shiro’s life start rolling in. 

Lance is confident that he and Hunk can take care of anything that comes their way, but Hunk is worried that the two of them might not be enough and Allura agrees. 

Allura convinces Kolivan to offer Shiro Jedi protection so he sends Thace and Keith.

At first, both Shiro and Keith are very professional, but then they start to develop a deep friendship and then it develops into love. 

Keith is a bit conflicted because he’s been taught not to develop attachments like this, but he’s so in love with Shiro that he ignores everything he’s been taught.

Shiro knows Jedi shouldn’t fall in love, but he can’t deny his feelings for Keith anymore than Keith can. (Matt thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that Shiro could pick the one person he shouldn’t fall in love with (he also thinks its sad))

So they have to sneak around to avoid Keith being kicked out.

They are not good at it. 

Matt knows because Shiro can’t keep it a secret from everyone and he needs an ally to help them out. 

Pidge finds out because she’s Matt’s sister and you can’t hide anything from siblings that close.

Lance and Hunk find because they walk in on Shiro and Keith in a compromising situation 

Thace knew from the beginning because he’s Keith’s master and he taught Keith everything he knows. (He’s also been banging Ulaz forever and knows the signs/excuses used when trying to hide a relationship)

Shiro ends up telling Allura and Coran (they already knew because Shiro and Keith are just too obvious with the looks and the touches) because they’ve almost been caught too many times and he needs advice

Allura comes up with an ultimatum for the two of them. Either they break up and never speak about this again or they tell the Jedi Council and let the chips fall where they may.

While Shiro and Keith talk about their options, Allura visits Kolivan and basically rips him a new one because she loves her friends and she won’t allow some backwards rule to keep them apart. 

Kolivan just sits there nodding as he listens and when Allura is done he’s like “Okay I’ll take this into consideration” 

The next day Shiro and Keith have made their choice to go to the Council and tell them about their relationship. All of their friends come wielding some sort of weapon, ready to knock everyone on the Council into the next galaxy if they had to. 

Shiro and Keith confess their relationship, holding hands for support, in front of the entire Council who are sitting their deadly silent.

When they finish, Keith is about ready to hyperventilate because no one is saying anything. 

Thace and Ulaz exchange a nod and then look to Kolivan who gives them a nod back before saying “You have done a brave thing confessing to us.” Keith is about to pass out because that does not sound good. “We have made our decision.” Keith is squeezing Shiro’s hand so hard that Shiro can almost feel the bone breaking. “We have decided to abolish the rule. You may love whoever you decide.” 

There’s cheering and maybe(definitely) some crying. 

Thace and Ulaz go get married that day

Shiro and Keith can finally go on actual dates instead of just meeting up in the dead of night. (They get married later that year)

Kolivan and Hunk start spending some quality time together too

Also they find out that Zarkon is a Sith and kick his ass before he can do serious damage