#obi wan x ofc

[msshezza]

Monster

Link: Monster

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), prequel trilogy, all media

Warnings: None Apply (canon character death is mentioned)

Ratings: All ages

Word Count: 1000

Tags: Obi-Wan Kenobi whump, Obi-Wan dealing with Satine’s death, past Obitine, Anakin has issues, Anakin introspective, Anakin POV, Anidala, parallels drawn between how Obi-Wan deals with loss versus Anakin, foreshadowing of events, grief, anger, guilt, loss, mourning, Jedi Code, attachment being forbidden, post-episode 5x16– the Lawless

Summary: Anakin Skywalker is hailed as the Hero With No Fear. He’s the Chosen One. The greatest Jedi of his generation. Only he has a secret…

Obi-Wan Kenobi did not return from his mission to Mandalore as the man Anakin spent nine years apprenticed with.

Nor was he the same man he fought beside for the last two.

His former master was everything a good Jedi should be: calm, patient, wise.

Things Anakin, himself, was not.

Those core traits were there but shadowed by an air of despair and defeat he had never felt before in Obi-Wan.

Grief, guilt, and a fragment of anger were etched into a face that appeared far older than his former master was.

A wealth of things — deep, dark things — burned in the depths of eyes as familiar to Anakin as his own.

It was clear Obi-Wan bled from a wound invisible to the naked eye.

One which would not heal even with help from the Temple’s healers.

There was only one thing that could have happened that would bring about this change in the typically stoic Obi-Wan: the death of the Duchess Satine.

Anakin’s stomach twisted with a mixture of horror, dread, and fear.

Things good Jedi were not supposed to feel.

Along with anger.

Hatred.

Love.

Anakin wasn’t a good Jedi, however. Not in the same way Obi-Wan was. 

Or that Yoda, Windu or Plo Koon were.

Sure, the HoloNet hailed him as the Hero With No Fear.

From the time he was nine he had been told he was the Chosen One.

Prophesied to bring balance to the Force.

Many considered him the most powerful Jedi of his generation.

Of any generation, in fact.

His skills as a pilot made him a legend. Even he admitted there was none who could touch him on land or in the air.

He even rivaled Master Yoda as a swordsman.

Only, he had a secret.

A terrible one he had told nobody — not even Padmé — about.

There was a monster inside of Anakin. He once likened it to the krayt dragon. Only, this monster was far more dangerous than the krayt for it chewed away at the walls around his heart, infecting him with its venom, and clouding everything he believed in. He suspected it had always been there inside him, rearing its head at various times while he was still a slave but not gaining dominance until after his mother’s death at the hands of Tusken Raiders.

Obi-Wan wouldn’t have punished the ones responsible for his loss, however.

No, his former master would do as a good Jedi was taught: first, by relinquishing his attachment to the Duchess Satine, and next, by allowing his emotions to pass into the Force.

Unlike him.

Who slaughtered the entire Tusken village without pity or remorse.

And then married Padmé in secret. 

Something that would see him expelled from the Jedi Order should it ever be discovered.

He didn’t regret his choice.

Either of them.

For now, though, Anakin focused on Obi-Wan. He started to cross towards him but stopped when a figure materialized in front of his former master. Anakin’s eyebrows arched as he recognized the petite general who helped save his former master on Savareen.

I didn’t know General Kazzarin was here at the Temple. 

Or on Coruscant for that matter.

Normally, she stayed in the barracks with her men.

Yet there she was.

Almost as if she had known she would be needed.

As she had known on Savareen. 

No words passed between the general and Obi-Wan.

Not aloud, anyway.

Anakin was positive the two communicated with each other.

How he had yet to figure out. 

The only explanation either one gave him about their closeness was they were crèche mates.

Friends.

Anakin believed their relationship went far beyond that.

Was much deeper than either was willing to admit.

There was an intimacy between the two that simple friendship did not allow.

The kind only people in love shared.

Like he and Padmé.

Anakin watched as the general placed one of her small hands to Obi-Wan’s cheek.

A gesture meant to settle and soothe.

One Anakin was, himself, quite familiar with as Padmé tended to set her hand against his cheek whenever he found himself out of sorts.

Which was far more often of late than he liked.

General Kazzarin stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek did not surprise him any. Not after what he witnessed on Savareen. What shot his eyebrows nearly to his hairline, however, was how Obi-Wan did not immediately step back from the general, offering one of his gentle smiles, and a polite, but stilted thank you for her kindness.

No, his former master turned his face into her palm and closed his eyes.

Not only accepting her touch but actively seeking more of it.

Something Anakin had never seen Obi-Wan do before.

No, the man who returned from Mandalore was not the one Anakin spent nine years apprenticed with.

Nor served beside for the last two.

Because his former master would never allow such an open display of affection.

From within the caverns of his heart the monster whispered a reminder about how he would have received a stern lecture if it were him standing there with Padmé.

Who he couldn’t so much as hold the hand of in public.

He wasn’t allowed to kiss her cheek.

Stroke her hair.

Accompany her to any of the events she was required to attend as a Senator.

Their marriage was forbidden, after all.

As were emotional attachments.

His duty was to the Order and the Republic, after all.

If it were Padmé murdered, he would be expected to continue on.

Never stopping to grieve her death or avenge her.

A ripple — the same one he felt while searching for Obi-Wan on Savereen — flowed around Anakin, fluid as the waters surrounding Varykino.

The monster hissed as it slid back into its dark cavern.

Soothed, but only for the moment.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was everything Anakin Skywalker was not.

Patient, calm, wise.

His former master had twice defeated the monster inside of him.

Anakin had yet to defeat his.

He doubted he ever would.

[kenobis-kyber]

So I am desperately looking for an obi wan fanfic. The plot is that Obi wan goes into hiding on Concordia and falls in love with a woman who has a child. Cant remember the title.

[lena-artz]

Star Wars oc!!

Did this oc because I'm into Star Wars again(it's all because of Ewan McGregor)

Idk what to say about her.

I already have a bit of her lore...

I did her before I started rewatching the movies, so I kinda created a species for her?? I don't know tbh.

[wild-karrde]

Next I’d like to recommend my wonderful friend @thechaoticfanartist, whose masterpost is here. They specialize in writing their OC Grim Kennet, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, and Ahsoka Tano. Their main WIP is The Clone Wars Gets a New Victim, in which a girl from Earth is transported into the Star Wars universe and tries to prevent Order 66 from happening.

OOOOOOOH I've always thought dropping a "this universe" human into the Star Wars universe presents an interesting set of problems and possibilities, and this fic absolutely seems like it will tackle several of those!! Also, HELL YEAH LESBIAN AHSOKA!! And this promises just PAIN at the thought of stopping Order 66, because even if Grim manages it, at what cost (because no one can ever be happy in Star Wars). Thanks so much for the rec!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[tragedybunny]

A FATE WRITTEN IN INDIFFERENT STARS - CHAPTER 5

The Republic has fallen and the Empire has risen. Obi-Wan lives in exile on Tatooine, the distant guardian of Luke Skywalker. Amidst the desperation and desolation, the mysterious appearance of a Nightsister draws his curiosity. As he tries to piece together her true intentions, he finds himself more deeply entangled with her than he ever intended.

Hello again, I'm back with another chapter. Things are certainly getting interesting for poor Obi-Wan and Zelena. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read, I really appreciate all of you.

The four of them crept from the shadows of the surrounding buildings, blasters drawn. Dulled senses and the distraction of Zelena meant he'd never detected them. The building at their back prevented retreat, and the four blasters suggested stepping forward would be unwise. Zelena tensed beneath his palms, slowly pulling herself from his grip. She frowned, coming to the same conclusion he had.

"I bet you thought you were really tough back there," the leader spoke with a cocky grin, the rest of his crew looking eager for the fight. 

“Don’t do this.” The only course of action was to diffuse the situation. They couldn’t fight, not outnumbered and the Force no longer there for him to rely on. There had to be a way to satisfy the armed and leering group, or send them on their way. Next to him Zelena shifted, and the air filled  with energy - like a gathering storm. 

“Trash like you aren’t allowed to get away with that behavior. Do you know who I am?” Frequently he'd found that when someone felt the need to ask that question, they weren’t worth recognizing. Obi-Wan did not know who he was, and would not have particularly cared if not for the current, rapidly deteriorating, situation.

“My apologies for the misunderstanding. Let’s not do anything rash.” Not a single hand in the group wavered, and he longed for the lightsaber that was once always by his side. 

“Too late for that.” He  glanced at his three companions, an unspoken command passing between them. “Leave her alive.” 

With attention rapt on their would be assailants, he almost missed the flash of red from the corner of his eye that was Zelena stepping forward. He fought a powerful instinct to push her back behind him, any sharp movement could provoke things. “No,” he said quietly, to her or the group, he wasn’t sure. 

The hand Zelena had hidden within her cloak emerged, a vial of green liquid clutched in her fingers. It shimmered with its own light and, in one swift motion, she chugged the contents. Darkness brushed against the edge of his consciousness. “Leave,” she ordered, her voice filled with menace and power. The Ichor of Dathomoir, that which fueled the power of the Witches. There was no doubt to him what had been in that vial. 

A wiser member of the group trembled, blaster losing its aim. “Maybe we should let this go.” 

Whatever power she had conjured must be palpable, even to them. “Enough.” The leader tightened his grip on his blaster, prepping for a point-blank shot;instinctively Obi-Wan grabbed his wrist. Pulling him forward, he directed the man's mass over his hip and sent him sprawling to the ground.,He wrenched the blaster from the leader’s grasp before he recovered. 

Around him, green tendrils snaked through the air as Zelena whispered words that sent shivers through his spine. Two of their attackers collapsed, eyes rolling into their heads, knees buckling, as the phosphorescent menaces encircled them. Hands clutched at their skulls while their mouths hung open in a silent scream. Instinctively he recoiled at the display of the Force twisted through the Witch's Magick, but fought against it. Later, he told himself, right now their lives were at stake. 

The last of them, the wise one from earlier, appeared as though in stasis before finally breaking free and making a desperate charge at Zelena. Reacting, Obi-Wan pulled up the stolen blaster and took aim. One shot sent him tumbling forward, lifeless and still. Obi-Wan turned his  attention back to the writhing pair; her defense had become torture. "Zelena, that's enough."

"Fine," she hissed, releasing the spell with a final pulse of green light. It seemed his plea for mercy annoyed her, another thing to worry about later. For now, he searched the two for signs of life, finding that whatever Zelena had done finished them off. "Don't waste your sympathy," her words dripped with venom, "they're sc-" 

A shocked gasp had him turning back sharply. He found Zelena now struggling with the leader. Careless. He hadn't made sure the man was out of the fight permanently. The vibroknife he now brandished swung wildly as she struggled, trying to pull away from the grip he had on her arm. As he made another chaotic lunge, his hand loosened enough for her to pull free and dodge. It put space between them, but his hands grasped desperately at her cloak, trying to regain his advantage. Zelena had proven herself more than capable, but he felt the cold grip of fear as he watched her struggle. The momentary space between them was his best chance to protect her. With tenuous hope that it was still possible, and silent pleading to the Force, he desperately reached out his hand. Somehow, in the midst of his desperation, it answered him. A wave of energy threw the man into the building with a wet snapping sound. 

“Zel, are you alright?” He’d started towards her but froze,realizing  she was staring at him wide-eyed. 

“You’re a … Jedi.” Her face screwed up in revulsion and his heart stuttered.

Hesitantly, he took a step toward her, trying to plead his case. “I can explain.” 

Her hand came up as though to ward him back; her other, he noticed with alarm, clutched at her ribs. Something wet stained the cloth beneath it. “Stay away from me, Jedi deceiver." 

That stain was spreading quickly. She'd need help soon, which meant he needed her to see sense. "We both weren't honest. You never mentioned Dathomir." It was an attempt to put them back on equal footing, to throw off her indignation long enough to see to that wound.  

"You know? Why would a Jedi talk to a-" There was a long pause and he watched her piece it together with a heavy heart, realizing the tactic had taken a turn against him.  "You're not my friend, you've just been watching me." Zelena's voice sounded so small, and he realized just how deeply he'd hurt her. There wasn't long to think on it though as a gurgling cough punctuated her words, blood dripping from her mouth in its wake. 

There was no time for debate, she could hate him all she wanted later. "Please Zel, you need help-"

He caught her as her knees buckled, and she collapsed into his arms. “I don’t even know who you are,” she gasped out through a wracking cough. 

There wasn’t any denying her comment so he let it pass, focusing  on the need at hand. “I’ll find a doctor.” Her silver skin had turned bone white. 

“No time. My apartment.Trust me.” He owed her that much at least, so he complied, holding her tight as she attempted to push forward. Even with his support, the steps she tried to take were stumbling and weak. 

They would never make it time. “Forgive me.” Scooping her legs out from under, he gathered her into his arms and  rushed through the deserted street. Zelena didn’t have the strength to protest, instead she wrapped an arm around his neck and closed her eyes. "Stay with me Zel.” His voice remained calm despite the circumstances, though he was on the brink of running. 

“I’m trying,” she snipped at him. Though she was quiet, it was feisty enough to know she was still fighting. 

By some mercy of the Force, there was not a crowd of neighbors in the courtyard when they made it to her apartment. Zelena stirred when they reached the door, slapping at the keypad until the door slid open. “Bedroom,” she ordered, eyes now open, strength saved for this moment. It only took seconds and a few steps in the dim light to get her settled on the bed, resting against a pile of pillows. Turning she gestured toward the shrine in the corner that she had been so protective of. “That box you found irresistible that day.” 

Without hesitating, he rose and retrieved it from its resting place. The ancient wood still resonated with dark power as he placed it beside her. Reverently, her fingers traced the multifaceted star engraved in the lid while she whispered in Dathomirian. A faint light emanated from it in the wake of her touch, and the sigil slowly rotated.It stopped with a click, the lid rising. Whatever was contained inside whispered to him about ancient and sinister things. Unsteady hands reached in to pull out a small jar and almost sent it tumbling back in as it escaped her grasp. Deftly, he snatched it from the air before it was lost, and gently handed it back to her. With another weak cough, she shut the lid of the box and gestured for him to set it aside, fighting to open the jar as he did so. 

"Here, let me." Delicately taking it from her hands, he pulled the stopper out to reveal a pale, viscous liquid. Despite its plain appearance, it thrummed with the same energy as the box - a thing made of Nightsister magick. 

"The wound," she said breathily, fighting to remove her cloak. 

Carefully, he took the worn, frayed material in hand - her loved reminder of home - and helped her remove it before guiding her to lay on her side. The juxtaposition of the ridiculous Famina's uniform against the grim circumstances made the scene border on absurd. She didn't resist or argue, letting him do what needed to be done. The wound was jagged and raw; he gave her credit for enduring the pain. "Just pour it in,." she whispered, eyes now closed. She was fading again. Without a second of hesitation, he upended the bottle into the hole in her flesh.  The reaction would’ve been fascinating in other circumstances. The pale liquid glowed that familiar green as her body seemed to drink it in, ethereal voices whispering around them as the wound scabbed over. Zelena whimpered.

"I'm here Zel, I won't leave," he spoke softly, brushing a hand through her curls. It was possible he wasn't actually comforting to her, but he didn't want to think about that. Unsure what else to do, he removed the bright gold heels that were part of her work uniform. The gold ribbons that laced up her calf required a bit of fussing. Zelena lay still and quiet throughout it and he decided to believe she was healing.  

Sitting beside her, Obi-Wan took her hand in his and gently held it, remembering the few times she'd gripped his arm roughly with her long black nails. He'd never had the heart to point out the sudden pain of them biting into his flesh. Usually, the carelessness was caused by exuberance over something and he hated to ruin her mood.

Just after they had kissed, she'd claimed he'd always had feelings for her. While that wasn't entirely true, after the night's events he could finally admit that he'd come to care for her some time ago - his vivacious, exasperating, wonderous Zelena. To think, that soft moment hadn’t been more than an hour ago, and now…there was nothing for it but to wait and see, so he made himself comfortable and kept watch. 

Time crawled as he observed the labored rise and fall of her chest, she was still in pain, though the glowing wound seemed smaller each time he glanced at it. Through it all, he held her hand and told her over and over that he was at her side, that she wasn’t alone. After what seemed like hours, Zelena inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering open. “Zel, you’re awake.” Releasing her hand, he reached out to cup her cheek with his palm, the warm rush of relief momentarily making him forget all that had happened earlier. She was alive and well, and that was all that mattered. 

Reality came crashing back in painfully when she swatted away his hand. “Awake and fine, no need for you to be bothered any longer.” Pushing herself into a seated position, she made it known she didn’t need his help. “You can go now.” 

A hollow ache settled in Obi-Wan’s chest. She hated him. He should’ve known it would end like this after their night under the stars and how she spoke of Jedi. Why would she have found him to be an exception? “There’s no way we can talk about this?” He offered, one last grasping attempt. 

"Absolutely not Ben, or whatever your name is," she sneered.

"Obi-Wan." It slipped out so quickly, desperation to appease her making him careless.

A noise of frustration escaped her. "Just go. We're done talking," she practically growled.

Standing slowly, he gave her one last lingering look. Even after everything they'd been through tonight, she was still breathtaking. He was going to miss her. It’s for the best he told himself, no attachments. "I'm so sorry, for all of it," he said, turning away and hearing no reply. Without further hesitation, he fled her apartment into the darkness of the night.

The Black Sun safehouse was an old factory, what it once produced was a mystery as the space had been emptied of most equipment in favor of storage and living space for the gang. Confidently, Zelena led them through the structure, seemingly unbothered by the occasional gang member sporting a blaster and leering at her. Again he found himself questioning her need for assistance to get out of this situation as none of them seemed to give her a second thought more either. They moved swiftly through the cavernous space, barriers of old equipment created dimly lit makeshift rooms, sounds echoed off aged metallic walls, and shadows twistred around them. Several gonk droids ambled past them headed in the direction of what appeared to be the main factory floor. He could hear and sense through the Force a number of beings in that direction. Whatever was going on he hoped it would prove a sufficient distraction when he and Zelena made their move. 

Zelena led them to a series of small rooms tucked away and isolated. The leftovers of a computer system remained scattered about, along with rough-looking furniture. Once this must have been the central control system for the plant, now he wasn't sure if it was meant to be a spot for private business or to contain someone they didn't trust. Vinox gestured inside with a dubious smile and Obi-Wan complied.

The Falleen and Zelena followed, the door sliding shut behind them. "I'll leave you here with Zee while I look into arrangements for your business endeavor. Don't test her though, she can be a feisty one." Obi-Wan felt a flash of anger coming from her at his patronizing tone. 

Without a sound, Zelena slipped behind Vinox while he still faced Obi-Wan. Their eyes locked and she gave him a slight nod. "I'll make myself comfortable then," he gestured to the worn couch in the corner. 

Vinox turned in Zelena's direction and inhaled as though he were about to speak. The chance never came. Green dust filled the air around him, spreading from Zelena's palm with one soft exhale from her. Wracking coughs shook his body and he fell forward with a thud. Obi-wan was thankful the room was so remote from all the activity they had seen. "How long will he be out?"

"A few hours. And is that how you're going to say hello after all this time?" Despite the years that had passed, it seemed almost like how they once had been, hearing her tease him and seeing her smile.

"Forgive my manners, I thought we were in some sort of life-and-death situation." He'd barely finished the snappy comeback before her arms wrapped around him and he was pulled tight against her. 

"It's good to see you Obi," she murmured softly and overwhelmed his senses with her presence; the feel of her against him, the scent of smoky incense she somehow always had, and the mesmerizing cadence of her voice.

Reigning in his emotions, he forced himself to focus. "You too, Zel." Letting go he took a step back from her, it wouldn't be wise to let things get confused between them. "I suppose we should get out of here." He glanced over at the downed Falleen. Again, it all seemed too easy. 

Leaning down, Zelena took hold of Vinox. "Help me real quick," she gestured to a corner.  

The two of them wedged him into thr corner and pulled a couch across it. "There wasn't much of anyone around, do you think we'll encounter much resistance sneaking out?" The sense of misgiving had settled into the pit of his stomach, a sinking feeling. "Honestly, I'm a little surprised you needed help."

"Well…" At least she had the decency to look contrite. 

Sighing he gripped the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "What is it Zel?"

"It's not just me that needs rescuing." Of course there was someone else, did he expect her to live her life completely alone forever?

"And where are they holding them?" Stay on task, he told himself, focus on what needs to be done. 

"It's my daughter," Zelena said in a voice that was suddenly small and weary. 

"Oh…," feeling foolish and irritated with himself, he took her hand, ready to be the strength she needed. "We'll get her out, I promise." 

"They keep her locked away on the upper floors. I don't even get to see her every day." Now her words came in a torrent, rushing together while her eyes looked watery. "They put a slave collar on her to make sure I stay obedient." Tears flowed freely down her cheek. "She's just a little girl, Obi-Wan." 

It was heart-wrenching to listen to her, and any frustrations he'd had were long gone. Instead, he was thankful she'd reached out to him and not anyone else, he was her best shot at getting them out of here and off planet safely. Squeezing her hand, he reached up and wiped the tears from pale skin and dark tattoo lines. "Zel, we'll get her out, I promise." 

The conviction of his words strengthened her, tears drying. “I can never thank you enough for this, you know that right?” There was a look in her golden eyes, one he knew well. A look he could get lost in. 

“Let’s focus on getting it done first.” Slowly, he released her hand. “What’s our best option for getting to her and getting out without too much trouble?” 

His head ached, that was the only thing Obi-Wan was sure of. The rest, including where he was and the time, was a mystery. He moved slightly and his stomach heaved. He groaned. Akkani made an indignant noise from somewhere behind him. He’d fallen asleep in the stable. That’s what his life had come to it seemed. 

Slowly, he sat up reluctantly opening  his eyes. The bight daylight seeping into the small stall he’d rented for the Eopie nearly blinded him. Sounds of Mos Eisley’s daily life began to seep through his haze, and with it the last few days. Images started filtering back to him in snatches, like clips from a holovid playing out of focus. “Zelena,” he whispered, irritatedly to himself. 

Ever since she’d thrown him out of her home, and her life, he’d been wandering Mos Eisley, drinking and feeling miserable and embarrassed for himself. Things between them should never have gotten as far as they did. Pulling his knees to his chest, he leaned his head against them. Besides what his behavior could have endangered, he couldn’t find himself worthy of the comfort of another. He’d failed so much, so deeply. He should remain alone and focus on the one thing he might still do right. The diversion, even if it had been pleasant at times, was rightly over. 

The first place he’d found had been another cantina, far away from the gaudy neon of the noisy district around Famina’s. He’d been shaking, his breath coming rapidly as he wandered through the streets, nearly colliding with a few errant speeders. That first drink had done wonders to calm him. Zelena’s eyes had burned with contempt and in them, he’d seen the specter of Anakin’s dying hatred. Another he’d lost, not dead, but gone as surely as his other failures: Qui-Gon, Satine, Padme, Anakin. 

When that place eventually forced him back into the streets as it closed, he’d found something to eat and a deserted alley to sleep off the drink. Sobriety had made his pain fresh and sharp though, so he’d wandered to the next place to hole up and drink more of her away. He’d spent several broken, foggy days in that self-destructive cycle. The last place he came to eventually kicked him out when he’d run out of credits and become a nuisance. 

He needed to get out of the city, to get back to the cave and check on Luke. Standing slowly, smells and sounds overwhelming his senses, he started to sort through Akkani's saddlebags. At least there were enough spare provisions to make it back and he was pleasantly surprised by the rattle of credit chips from deep down inside one. He hadn't been daft enough to take everything with him. There was one thing he felt he should do before leaving though. "Sorry my friend, you have to wait a little while longer to get out of here." His stomach gave another rough lurch. Maybe there were a couple of things he should do before heading out. 

Food would have to wait though. It was still early enough that his first errand might go without any unwanted encounters. So, head still throbbing and mouth dry, he headed back to Zelena's apartment building. The little courtyard was still thankfully nearly empty. He really didn't want to answer any of her neighbors if they had heard anything. With resigned melancholy, he ventured a glance at her door which may as well have been lightyears away.  She was still likely asleep at this hour, dreaming serenely and blissfully unaware of his sad presence. 

Turning away he focused on an apartment one building down. Only once before had he seen the inside of it. Kyrsta and Zelena had shared a whole shift that night, a rarity since Malk preferred to split them, up insisting they chatted too much. Obi-Wan had walked them both home and Kyrsta had reluctantly invited him inside with Zelena. She'd never completely warmed to him after spotting him that first day. When he'd asked Zelena about that moment she'd shrugged and answered, "she said you looked like a broke drifter and there were a lot of that sort around to watch out for." Then she teased him about it not exactly being untrue. 

For today, he hoped Kyrsta could put aside her dislike. With one last look around to make sure he wasn't noticed, he rang the buzzer and waited awkwardly. The door opened a moment later, accompanied by an annoyed voice. "Oh, it's you, great." The Mirialan wore nothing but an oversized dark shirt she clearly had been sleeping in. "What do you want”, she demanded, not just suspicious but also slightly aggressive. 

"I'm just making sure she's alright." It wouldn't do him any favors to dance around the subject. Kyrsta seemed the type to pull a blaster on him if she got annoyed enough. 

She rolled her eyes but unexpectedly moved back from the door to wave him in. "Better to talk in private, she might get offended if she sees you here." Thankfully she was feeling merciful. He stepped inside to an apartment identical to Zelena's, and probably every other unit in the housing block. Once the door slid shut and they were cut off from any outside eyes and ears, she spoke. "She's fine, all things considered." Kyrsta beckoned him towards the kitchen where she started a small caf machine which started gurgling with a rough clank. "Still pretty karking mad at you. And no, she didn't say why and I don't want to know." 

That was a relief at least. "It doesn't matter as long as she's fine." His head was still hurting but it was no longer the most prominent pain he was feeling.

"You too huh," she gave him a look of knowing pity. 

"What's that supposed to mean," he asked, genuinely not knowing what she was getting at. 

"You're not the first to become infatuated with her. Zelena tends to have that effect on people. It's like she's the right mix of mysterious and vulnerable. Didn't think you were the type though." The caf finished its cycle with a hiss and she poured them a couple of mugs while he contemplated her accusation.

"Black is fine," he remarked as he saw her hesitating. "I don't know what you mean, she's just a friend. Or was." Taking the mug from her hands he clutched it as though he were drowning and it was the only thing keeping him afloat.

"Sure." Obi-Wan chose to ignore that her tone sounded like she was dealing with a child caught in a lie. "To be honest, there is one thing though." She hesitated a moment, maybe second-guessing confiding in him. "She's missed her last couple of shifts. Malk has decided to not fire her since he was still mad about the whole incident. He said it's good space for both their sakes."  Pausing, she took a sip from her mug.

"That doesn't sound like she's fine," he prodded, concern returning. 

"She'll get there. I've known her long enough to be sure of that. It'll just take a little more time. I'm more worried about her making the rent." 

Perhaps fate had intervened, or perhaps deep down this had been what he intended all along. Either way, for the second time, he was relieved that he hadn't burned through every credit he had. Opening the pouch on his belt, he pulled out most of them and dropped them onto the counter between them. "Take them and make sure she gets them if need be."

Kyrsta looked skeptical. "You know she won't accept it." 

"Don't tell her. Say you've been saving them, say a customer left them for her, say whatever." It wasn't much but it was the last kindness he could do for her. At this point, he didn't even want her to know where they came from. If guilt were to reunite them he wouldn't be able to live with himself. 

"If you insist," she shrugged and for a moment they stood silently sipping caf. "Look, I'm sorry about whatever happened." It was begrudging and he could tell it was mostly done out of obligation for the gesture of the credits.

"You don't have to be. It was my mistake. Just make sure she's taken care of." Obi-Wan contemplated asking her to pass along a last farewell but it would likely just upset Zelena again. Setting the mug down, he looked back up at Kyrsta. "Thanks for the caf, I should be on my way." 

Nodding, she followed him to the door. "See you around."

"Right." He doubted that would be the case.

Once he had collected Akkani, he started back towards the cave. He should pick up extra shifts in the mine. After his misadventure and gift to Zelena he’d diminished any spare funds he had. First rest, then Luke. Turning back he gave Mos Eisley one last look. Whatever happened, he hoped she was alright and that she would find the sense of belonging she was searching for. 

[ladyxskywalker]

In Exile

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

after his battle with obi wan, anakin is spared & is instead banished to a remote farm world. there is no darth vader, no suit, no extensive injuries. only inner turmoil. he must find peace & healing. but what he didn't expect, was to find a kind lady there who just wants to be loved & help him.

part two

a choose your own outcome story ! weekly story polls posted at the end of each chapter ! hope you enjoy ! 💌

Sunflowers, part one

It is an unusual time of day.

The sky has already become a softened shade of violet, the wind whispering quietly as it passes by - the suns, still felt to be the warmest right before setting.

Anakin looks up towards the haze. It is the later part of Summer on this planet. A forgotten place with no name that he calls home now. His farm, still needing tending to, even though things are sparse and the people are few here. 

He keeps to himself often because he likes it that way, burying himself in his work, trying to forget things on repeat. Striking thoughts and vivid memories appearing to him in his headspace, never seeming just to go away. 

anakin, this isn't you...

you're going down a path I can not follow...

It’s as if he doesn’t truly want them to disappear. As though he needs to remember, just to keep going in some sick and twisted way. 

this isn’t living.

I’m only just existing…

Closing his eyes for a moment, Anakin lets out a calming exhale of breath, standing solemnly amongst the grass, as he becomes lost inside their gentle stream of swaying. It is the only thing he can allow of himself now. Something simple to ground himself in so that he can not feel anymore pain. Those insufferable feelings will happen later. At night, when sleeping is a luxury for him and he isn’t so busy. He doesn’t get much rest these days, consumed by every ounce of remembering. Wishing he could just turn everything off if only he had willed it to be so. To truly be emotionless. A thread of left behind humanity, constantly reeling him back in again. 

goodbye, old friend…

may the force be with you…

Anakin scoffs, adjusting his tunic before kneeling down into one of the plant beds, examining the delicate leaves taking shape on his now flowering vegetables. They’ll be ready to harvest very soon - he thinks. Which means, he’ll get to be proud of something for a change. Happy to have watched something grow, even if it had been on the outskirts of nowhere, in the middle of this strange and quiet town...

But then, he starts to think of his unborn children. Feeling as though he’d blown his only chance in life of watching them live, breathe, and thrive in the world. Considering the possibility of being a good father, teaching them what it means to be…

intelligent.

brave.

resourceful.

or even … good.

“I’m none of those things. Not anymore…” he says.

This time, not completely realizing that he’s said something to himself out loud, looking away from his dirt ridden hands to make sure that no one else had been there to notice.

But you had.

You always did. Even when you'd tried not to.

So beautiful, and smiling at him in the last remains of daylight.

Holding a freshly picked bunch of sunflowers in your arms, struggling a bit to hold onto all the stems.

“Here. Let me…”

He begins, brushing the palms of his hands onto the front of his pants, before making his way over to your small patch of land. 

I better help her before she loses them all…

don’t need anyone laughing at her.

no one. laughs. at. her…

“Oh…thank you so much Lars, you didn’t have to do that…”

Taking the flowers from her slightly shaken hands, he carefully begins to place them one by one into one of his garden baskets. Forgetting for a moment that he is no longer Vader, and no longer Anakin, either. That Lars is the only name now that he can go by. However misguided. It’s the only thing salvaged from his old life that he can have again. 

“Yes I did…better in here than on the ground. Don’t you have one of these things?” he says gruffly, focused on the task at hand. 

“I did…”

“What do you mean, you did?”

“Another farmer stole my only basket from me…among other things…they were upset, it was my fault anyway, and…”

“Upset? No matter of disagreement should ever warrant thievery.”

they don’t know the meaning of upset.

stealing from a lady…

really?

“They were angry when I didn’t return their affections. Now he’s trying to sabotage my business. Breaking things, poisoning my rose bushes... Spreading falsehoods about me and my family around the village…”

“Who. Is. He.?”

Anakin pauses deliberately between words, feeling a familiar heat inside himself rising to the surface.

Pointing to a house on the farthest side of town, he recognizes it immediately. 

Right opposite the lake.

The man is no farmer.

He's a vagrant fisherman.

Doing his own stretch of time on this desolate unlikely safe haven.

He must have escaped from someplace...

Avoiding a bounty...perhaps.

She's silent now. Perhaps he's frightened her with all of his wordless brooding.

Or...maybe it had something to do with the tightened closing of his fists.

I'm going to kill him.

“Go home. This will all be settled in the morning.”

“Settled…?”

He nods, having a hard time with being gentle. Trying his best to be reassuring.

But then, she smiles, her shoulders falling - relieved, before taking his hand. A metallic wonder resting in the palm of her own. She wishes that he can feel her, but somehow - strangely, she can almost sense that he does there.

“Thank you. I've been so afraid.”

Anakin hums, nodding in understanding.

If only she knew who was standing before her…

would she be in fear of me too here…?

doesn't matter…

But then...

Completely surprising him, she presses a kiss to his cheek.

Waves of unruly hair, almost getting in the way of it...

Leaving him standing there, contemplating a fight to be had in her honor at sunrise the next morning.

…❤️

a/n - thanks so much for reading ! 💫 I've been inspired to write a story again, & what better way to do it than to get everyone involved in the writing process too 😊 this idea has been swirling around in my mind (& drafts folder) for a while now, so it's been really exciting to see it come back to life in a whole new way. each part of the story will be cross posted to ao3, & will be tagged on tumblr with 'sky lady story time 💌' hope you enjoyed this first installment ! I'm excited to see what you guys want to see happen next 🌼☕📖 xo A

[queen-of-mandalore]

The Dead Do Not Sleep - Fives x OFC Fix-It

Rating: M

Main Characters: Fives, Original Female Character, Rex, Ahsoka, Obi-Wan, Cody, Fox, Echo, Original Jedi Character

Main Ship: Fives x Original Female Character

Other ships: Rexsoka, Codywan, Foxiyo

Tags: eventual fix-it, someone lives/not everyone dies, multiple POVs, side plots, angst, smut, mutual pining, slow burn, unplanned pregnancy, graphic depictions of violence, graphic descriptions of war and death, character death, references to suggested rape/non-con, grief/loss, angst with a happy ending

When Kat stands in the ruins of what was once her home, her family gone and her people lost, she makes a decision which will change her life forever - and perhaps the very fate of the galaxy.

Driven by the need to avenge her family’s deaths at the hands of the Separatists, Kat volunteers for the GAR and finds herself in the 501st legion where she meets ARC trooper Fives. The two of them soon grow close but with the galaxy on the edge of collapsing and sinister plots threatening to destroy all they know, can there be any hope for a happy ending? 

Relationships and loyalties are tested as the truth of the Clone Wars is revealed and a race against time begins to prevent Darth Sidious’ plans from reaching their deadly fruition.

Read Chapter One on AO3 now

Updating every Wednesday & Saturday 💜

@snips2112 @tealmisthams @whyamismall @julijuli77

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday, 11/15: Fanfiction!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin...let me first do a little check-in with everyone, so that as many of us can start off with a fairly good morning as possible. In other words, if you haven't had any glasses of water yet, please do; if you're able to get yourself some breakfast, go ahead...and if you haven't taken any necessary meds yet, please take them.

Now...if you're all ready to go, here are my picks of the week.

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @threebea:

The Clone Wars Fanfiction--By @sinfulsalutations:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @im-no-jedi:

The Bad Batch Fanfiction--By @rex-meshla:

ANDOR

Andor Fanfiction--By @ghostofskywalker:

THE MANDALORIAN

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @violetwanderer:

The Mandalorian Fanfiction--By @echoingbirdsofprey:

AHSOKA

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @kalevalakryze:

Ahsoka Fanfiction--By @illuminatedquill:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and, on Friday every two weeks, highlight those writers who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the writers a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you to my friends, thank you to this fandom, and if it's a little longer between updates, please stay safe out there.

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @theosb0rnway @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenabb104104 @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @snoowply and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanfiction.

[bunny7567]

I got you - chapter 1

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

So this is the first fanfic I've ever written. I've been obsessed with star wars for years and with clone wars for months now, especially with Rex and I've had this story in my head constantly for almost a year. I have never written so many words so fast in my life. Made a tumblr account just to read Rex fanfics lol, so hope I get everything right when posting. I already have a couple more chapters written and many other ideas so this will be a long story. I try to follow canon but it does deviate from it a bit, and I'm also mixing some legends and a lot of headcanons in too. The story will deal with mature themes, I'm not yet sure how sexually explicit it'll get, again, never written fanfic before so not sure if I'm capable of writing smut lol but there's a big possibility. Also not gonna be very action-heavy, I'm more focused on relationships with other characters. Echo and Fives will appear a lot too cause I love them.

A/n: adding an edit to mention that I have in fact managed to write some smut in later chapters, so I guess that makes this story 18+. The chapters that have smut will be properly marked as such.

Word count: 3.8k Warnings: heavy drinking; talk of injury; implied ptsd; implied emotional abuse

Next chapter

mesh'la - beautiful di'kut - idiot

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Lexie looked at her face in the mirror, pleading with her mind to allow her to remember what happened, but she’s met with the same confusing, unclear images she’s been trying to piece together for the past few weeks, images of barren landscapes, white armour, red eyes and the look of disgust in them, and was she in someone’s arms?

She read the report, she knows the facts what happened on Geonosis, but for the life of her, she cannot remember herself being there. She cannot remember her master abandoning her, why would he just leave? She cannot remember how she supposedly took charge of the squad of clone troopers that Master al’Prani was supposed to lead, tearing through battled droids trying to reach Anakin and Obi-Wan. And she cannot remember how she got injured. Her hand reaches to the back of her skull, fingers tracing the long scar that still feels tender. It shouldn’t do, not anymore, not after the months she spent in a coma, but she could swear it still hurt.

It didn’t feel real at first, waking up in a medical facility on Coruscant with only med droids around her to relay the news of her injury and the coma she had been in since. She had woken in such a panic that she didn’t even realise how she used the Force to throw one of said droids against a wall, shattering it to pieces. It didn’t get any better when Mace Windu and Obi-Wan finally came to talk to her, telling her about the war that the Separatists had started and the clone army that the Jedi were now leading. It didn’t feel right at all, Jedi as generals, how is that being keepers of the peace? But the most horrible blow came when Obi-Wan slowly sat down on the chair next to her bed and took her hand in his, a sombre expression on his face.

“Alexis, there is something else you should know”, she could feel that the news he was about to relay had something to do with her master, however Lexie could not believe the words that followed. “Master Safir’al’Prani has left the Jedi Order during the battle of Geonosis.”

“No that’s… that’s not possible” she said, voice coarse after months of not being used. “He was just with me, we were on a ship heading to Geonosis… t-to aid you and Anakin, and… did you say during?”

“Yes. Once the two of you got to Geonosis,” master Windu interjected, “he refused to fight alongside the clone troopers. He considered them…” he paused, carefully choosing the words to use, “beneath him. You can read the report yourself, one of the clones in your squad provided a detailed account of the situation”. My squad? blurry images of white armour flashed in her mind but Lexie forced her attention to master Windu’s words. His voice was steady, no hint of emotion as he nonchalantly delivered the most devastating news for Lexie to hear and then handing a datapad towards the injured Padawan.

Lexie took the datapad master Windu offered her, but could not bring herself to look at the report just yet, feeling the anger and pain bubbling up inside of her and worried about keeping her composure in front of the two Jedi. “Thank you masters, I will look through it later, I… I’m a bit lightheaded at the moment.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said, sitting up from the chair. “We’ll let you rest now, gather your strength, we can discuss your situation at a later time”.

Your situation, the words ring in her head as she braided her bright red hair. She has a meeting with the Council that afternoon, after three weeks of physical therapy and psych evals she has no idea how she passed. Frustration increased as she once again could not hold onto the images that passed through her mind. What’s worse, she’s been feeling so disconnected from the Force, struggling to meditate, not that it ever came easy to her, and also use her abilities. Struggles she has kept from Obi-Wan, who has been checking in on her during her recovery. But now she had to face the Council, had to hide her struggles and insecurities from them, fearing disappointing them.

At least with Obi-Wan there, she hadn’t felt completely abandoned. Considering the amount of times Master al’Prani had dropped her on his head in the past few years, Obi-Wan was becoming more of a master to her than al’Prani ever was. Guess I shouldn’t be that surprised he just up and left me on a battlefield, she thought to herself, anger bubbling inside of her again. But she still was surprised, and angry, and confused, she tried to not blame herself but she couldn’t help feeling like it was somehow her fault, like if she hadn’t been such a disappointment to him, he would not have left. She shook her head trying to get the thoughts out then looked at the time. Shit! She was late.

Reaching the door to the Council room, Lexie stopped to catch her breath and to adjust her black robes. She didn’t wear this colour before but considered it appropriate these past couple of weeks, feeling as if she was almost in mourning. Taking three long breaths, she tried to clear her mind before entering the room.

“Waiting we have been, come, come”. All eyes followed her as she approached the centre. She looked around quickly, taking in the forms present in person or via hologram, then lowered her head and spoke as clear as she could, trying to hide the anxiety in her voice, “My apologies Master Yoda, I seem to have lost track of time.”

“How are you feeling, Alexis?”  Obi-Wan asked.

“Better, Master. I have been cleared by the medics, I am ready to return to my duties.” She replied, trying to sound confident. This is what I need right now, she thought, craving something to occupy her mind, some action so she could feel like herself again.

“Good to hear that is. A decision about your future this Council has made” Yoda continued. Lexie looked at him, waiting for her verdict. Her heart was pounding in her chest as all her concentration was focused on her mental walls, trying as hard as she could not to let the council members feels the anxiety within her.

“As you know,” Mace Windu begun talking, “former master al’Prani was reaching the end of your training. He believed there wasn’t much left for him to teach you”.

She tried to stop her face from grimacing at the words, remembering a similar sentence al’Prani had spoken to her months before Geonosis: “You seem intent on not learning any lesson I am trying to teach you”. Her mind got lost in the memory, anxiety slowly enveloping all her senses.

“…to consider what you have been through on Geonosis as your Trials and grant you the rank of Jedi Knight”. Those words snapped Lexie back to the present, did she hear him right? Did they really believe she was ready to be a Knight?  She opened her mouth to voice her concerns but immediately closed it. What was she going to do, argue with the Council’s decision? But how can they say I passed Trials that I don’t even remember? she thought, but then recalled how she kept that piece of information from them, not even confiding in Obi-Wan about her memory problems.

“We thought you would be more excited about this”, Obi-Wan’s voice stopped her rambling thoughts.

 “I-I am, of course. It’s just a lot to take in, and, if I am honest, I cannot stop feeling a little disappointed my master is not here to give me the… the happy news himself”, Lexie answered, cringing internally at how fast she spoke and how forced the words had sounded. “What happens now? Do I get assigned a battalion?” she asked after a short pause, hoping to move the subject along.

“At this time we cannot assign you your own battalion”, Master Windu spoke again, either not noticing or not wanting to deal with her conflicting emotions. “However, we believe the best course of action would be for you to join Anakin Skywalker as second commanding officer of the 501st. This arrangement could prove… mutually beneficial”.

“Mutually beneficial?”, she repeated, a slight frown showing on her face.

“Yes. You see, Anakin has been in command of this battalion for a few months now, so there’s a lot you could learn from him”, Obi-Wan interjected; she swore she could hear Master Windu scoff at that statement. “And in turn you could help… curve his impulsiveness, be a good influence on him. The battalion is due to return on world later today and Anakin is expecting you at the barracks first thing tomorrow”, Obi-Wan concluded, giving her a reassuring smile.

Lexie almost laughed at this. If they think I could be a good influence on anybody they don’t know me that well. She kept that thought to herself however, and instead bowed her head. “I understand. Thank you masters, I will do as instructed”.

On her way back to her room Lexie felt the anxiety creeping back in, filling every space of her mind. She was not ready for this, how could they think she was ready for this? Upon reaching her room she quickly peeled off her robes, the layers suddenly suffocating her. She sat down on the floor, trying to meditate, to ground herself in the moment, feeling the beginning of a panic attack. She didn’t think she had panic attacks before. But ever since waking up from her coma, they had been a common occurrence.

Meditating proved more effective this time, Lexie’s heartrate coming back to a more normal pace after a few minutes. Maker, I need a drink, she thought. She dug through her closet, looking for a more inconspicuous outfit, not wishing to attract much attention to herself when out. As a Jedi, she didn’t own many clothing items, however she did have a couple dresses and blouses that she would use on nights out, nights when she pretended to be a regular woman enjoying herself in a club or bar. For this occasion, though, she found a plain, dark-grey hooded jacket that she threw over the black tank top she was already wearing. She kept it unbuttoned, a moderate amount of cleavage still visible. She wasn’t going to specifically look for a hook-up tonight, but wasn’t necessarily opposed to anyone coming up to hit on her.

She went to her usual club, planning on only having one, maybe two drinks. However, the need to drown her insecurities got the better of her and five drinks later she was still at the bar, flirting with a Pantoran man who had just offered to buy her another drink.

She liked the confidence that being drunk would give her, she felt like a different person altogether, like a normal person who could comfortably flirt with other people. She wondered for a second if it was problematic that pretty much all of her hook-ups happened whilst she was drunk, or at least tipsy, but she tried to assure herself that she had always been in control, knowing her limit; hell, she had never gotten blackout drunk, never once vomited from alcohol, she just liked to have fun occasionally, to blow off steam.

Lexie was about to accept the man’s offer when she spotted a familiar Tholothian woman walking in the club. Shit, Gemma. The next second Lexie had pulled the hood over her head and was almost running to the exit, keeping her head down as the Tholothian made her way to a booth where she was greeted by loud, already drunk friends. Lexie exhaled a sigh of relief as she stepped in the chilly night air of Coruscant.

She could not deal with seeing Gemma right now, or with the apologies she would have to make. Guilt crept inside of her as she thought of how she basically ghosted the poor woman. I did say from the beginning that I cannot do more than casual, she tried pleading with her guilty conscience, but she knew she had not treated Gemma right.

Lexie realised she had been walking aimlessly for quite some time now, lost in her guilt, and stopped to look around confused as to where she was. The alcohol in her system was also not helping her in recognising her surroundings. She heard loud chatter ahead and followed it, coming face to face with what was, for her, an unusual sight.

She wasn’t used to the clones yet, she had seen a few troopers around, mainly the Coruscant guard or Commander Cody when he would come to retrieve Obi-Wan, but she hadn’t interacted with them at all during her recovery. But now, in front of a cantina she could see was named 79s, Lexie saw a bunch of them, in either officer uniform or in armor with various markings on it. She observed them for a little while, drunk, rowdy, joking around amongst themselves, they didn’t seem to act any different than other drunk men she had encountered in clubs before.

Alcohol-induced curiosity got the better of her and she decided to go inside the bar. I might as well get used to being among these men, she justified in her head. As she made her way to the entrance she pulled her hood down, gaining a low wolf-whistle that she ignored from one of the clones stood by the entrance.

The club was dimly lit and crowded, mainly with clones, but other sentients, mostly women as far as she could see, were mingling with the troopers. Lexie made her way to the bar, sitting down on a barstool as she ordered a cocktail. She looked around the space, taking in the different hairstyles or tattoos that the clones had, fascinated by their need for individuality. But they really were all individuals, she could feel them each through the Force, all their life signatures unique, something that really surprised her.

Lexie hadn’t thought about them much these past few weeks, being solely focused on her recovery. But being inside the bar right now, she was suddenly struck by how human they all were and, just as suddenly, the knowledge that the Republic had bred these sentient, living beings just to throw them into a war made her feel a pit inside her stomach.

Lexie was brought back from her unnerving thoughts by the realisation that she was being watched and turned her head slightly, just in time to notice two clones basically pushing a third clone towards herself. The clone stumbled and briefly met her eyes, before quickly averting them, embarrassment and nervousness seeping from his Force signature, followed by annoyance as he turned his head to look back at the men that threw him into this situation.

“H-Hi…”, he managed to say, looking back at her.

“Hello there”, Lexie replied, voice full of amusement. This should be fun, she thought to herself, studying the trooper in front of her. There wasn’t anything particular about his appearance, he had a standard haircut and no visible tattoos. The most striking aspect of his look was the handprint located on his chestplate, similar but not identical in colour to the other blue markings on his armor; blue, is that the 501st colour?

“I uhh… I’m Echo”, he said hesitantly.

“That’s an… interesting name. Is that short for echolocation, do you have really good hearing or something?”, Lexie replied teasingly.

“Umm, no, I wish”, he said with an embarrassed chuckle, “I-I used to have this tendency to repeat the orders we were given during training. My umm… my brothers used it to tease me and I guess it just stuck”.

“Well, it’s a pretty cool name regardless”, Lexie said, earning a shy smile from the trooper that was still stood stiffly next to her. “So what brings you over here, Echo?”, she gestured to the space between the two of them.

“I didn’t… it wasn’t really my idea, umm… my brothers keep insisting I need to… umm… talk to a woman. I’m sorry for disturbing you”, he said apologetically. Lexie looked over his shoulder to where the two clones were now leaning on the end of the bar, far enough that she didn’t think they could hear their conversation, but clearly still keeping an eye on their brother’s attempt at flirting.

One of the clones had a more striking appearance, his hair shaved, a big tattoo of the Republic crest adorned half his face and a big part of his skull. The other clone also had a facial tattoo, however smaller and on his right temple, showing the number five in Aurebesh; his appearance was otherwise that of a standard clone, minus a hint of a goatee on his chin.

“No worries, I was starting to get bored actually. And I assume that if I turn you away they’ll just find another woman to throw you at?” she asked half laughing.

“Most likely”, Echo answered with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Then you’d better join me”, Lexie said motioning to the empty barstool next to her. “I expect they’ll leave you alone if they believe you’re getting somewhere”.

Echo reluctantly took the seat next to Lexie, even more nervousness enveloping his Force signature. They sat in silence for a moment as Lexie took a few sips of her drink. Finally, Echo seemed to have gathered enough courage to continue their conversation.

  “I-I don’t want to give you the wrong idea if… umm… if you were looking for…”, he paused, having trouble choosing his words, “for something specific tonight”. His eyes could not meet hers, instead focusing on the drink that she was holding.

 Lexie let out a small laugh. “Don’t worry, honey, I was not going to sleep with you even if you had wanted it.”

 “That’s good”, Echo said with a small sight of relief. “I mean I-I don’t want to offend you, I’m just not…”, he paused, unsure if he should be admitting this out loud. “I’m just not really interested in this.”

 “This being women?”, she asked tentatively.

 “Women, men, anyone for that matter. I just don’t think I’m… attracted to anyone”, Echo replied, eyes turned back to her face, awaiting to see her reaction.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you know that right? And your brothers shouldn’t force you to be someone you’re not just because they refuse to understand”, Lexie replied with a little indignation in her voice.

“No, I know, I’m not ashamed or anything”, he continued. “And they’re not… well I never actually tried to explain it to them. When Fives and I were at the outpost there was no need to talk about it and I managed to avoid it the last time we were on Coruscant. Fives was too busy finding someone for himself and didn’t pay much attention to me all four days of our leave. This is only the second time we’ve been here actually, Fives and I that is. Jesse has been with the 501st longer than we have.”

So they are with the 501st. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume Fives is the one with the tattoo of the number five”, Lexie remarked with mock deliberation, looking over Echo’s shoulder at the clone in question.

 “Yeah that is a good assumption”, he said with a small laugh. Lexie could feel he was more relaxed now and was surprised to discover she was actually enjoying his company. She’s never really had friendly conversations in bars before, usually only approaching people when she was interested in a possible hook-up, or on the occasions she was looking for information during a mission.

Echo talked a little about the shenanigans he and Fives used to get into back as cadets on Kamino, making Lexie genuinely laugh a couple of time. She could tell that the bond between the two men was special and couldn’t help feeling a little envious. Her thoughts briefly wondered towards her own family, Myria’s face appearing into her mind. No, stop that. She had to change the subject.

 “So, the famous 501st. What is that like?”, she asked after taking a sip of her drink.

“I don’t know if we’re that famous, but they’re good men, all of them. And our general is one of the best”, he answered proudly. “It’s weird though, the reason we’re back on Coruscant is so we can pick up a new general, which seems unnecessary. Fives said they’re probably sending some boring, stuck-up Jedi to babysit General Skywalker, the other Jedi must believe he’s too impulsive”.

“Anakin impulsive? No way”, Lexie replied with sarcastic shock and a laugh. A sly smile crept on her face as she watched the confused expression Echo made. She stood and downed the last of her drink. “And I wouldn’t worry about the new general, she’s not that bad I think. But then again, I am biased”.

Echo opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words out Fives was at Lexie’s side, his hand sliding on her lower back.

“You’re not leaving, are you mesh’la?” he asked in a sweet voice.

 “Oh you’re a bold one”, she replied glancing at his arm and then back at his face, matching the tone of his voice. She was intrigued by the word he used to address her. Was that in Mando’a?

“What can I say, it breaks my heart to see a beautiful woman leave this place disappointed. Unlike this di’kut over here I could make it worth your while if you stayed a little longer”, he said as his head jerked towards Echo then lowered a little towards her.

 “Fives!”, Echo said in an urgent tone, “she’s a Jedi. I think.” His eyes met Lexie’s looking for confirmation, embarrassment once again engulfing him.

“Ten points for Echo”, she replied with a laugh. Fives’ hand immediately withdrew from her body, landing on the back of his neck, rubbing it nervously.

“S-Sorry, Sir, I didn’t realise”, he said, concern easy to distinguish in his voice as he stepped away from her. Sir? Is that what everyone is gonna call me?

“No need to worry, honey”, she said, amused by the clone’s reaction. “And to answer your question, I am unfortunately leaving, have to be up early.” She noticed the other clone – Jesse, Echo said, right? – had approached them and she gave him a smile. She patted Echo twice on the shoulder and started making her way towards the exit, turning her head to loudly say “see you tomorrow, boys!”.

She laughed to herself as she heard Echo tell the others “I think that was our new general” before the distance snuffed out their voices and she went out the door into the cold night air.

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

✨ = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: ✨ In Command (Captain Rex x OFC Senna Aven) by @wild-karrde ✨ Walk Me Home (Commander Wolffe x OFC Cherise) by @cyarbika Dominoes by @meridiansdominoes

The Bad Batch: ✨ Quiet Corners of the Galaxy (Crosshair x OFC Dara) by @badbatchposts Fools Errand (Crosshair x OFC Doc) by @staycalmandhugaclone Brother, My Brother by @iiidunno He's Not Heavy, He's My Brother by @therisingdarkness The Hardest Word by @therisingdarkness How Long Will it Take for You to Learn to Slow Down? by @saturn-sends-hugs

Star Wars Prequel Series: ✨ Unbreakable Bonds (Obi-Wan Kenobi x OFC Cressida Vox) by @thegreatwicked ✨ Memories of Chocolate Laced Kisses (Obi-Wan Kenobi x OFC Cressida Vox) by @thegreatwicked Lover, Fighter (Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!Reader) by @thegreatwicked

Republic Commando: The Revenant (Sev x OFC Kiva) by @mikaiyawa

Batman: Where the East and the West Meet by CassowaryFinch (AO3) Rules Were Made Because of Dick Grayson by KitsuneThorn (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Captain Rex Art by @catd3mon Commander Wolffe Art by @chyarui Shaak Ti Art by @coldbrewarts OC Grim Kennet Inquisitor AU Art by @thechaoticfanartist

The Bad Batch: Tech Art by @vimse Crosshair Art by @forcesavetheclones

Rebels: Kalluzeb Art by @designsbyjoe

Miscellaneous: Horse Art (1 2) by @sometimesanequine

[tennessoui]

may ko-fi: mer au part 3!!

ok so technically it is june now and officially no longer mermay but a girl was busy last night and watched challengers instead of writing mermaid sex and she's very sorry (disclaimer: there is no actual mermaid sex in this final part)

but i'm only a day late and i consider it a solid win!! the last part of the mer au fic has finally been posted on my ko-fi for monthly supporters to read and it puts the whole mer au at a completely unintentional 19k (that's not a special number i just thought the original fic would be like. 6k. so. whoops.)

here's a little snippet!:

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agrees. “For mers, usually when they’re courting, they—well. I suppose you know how mers court their intendeds.” Anakin blinks. “How would I know that?” Obi-Wan can feel his lips thin out for a moment, his eyes tighten. “You were the queen’s intended,” he reminds him carefully. “She must have courted you in the only way she knew how.” “Oh! Oh,” Anakin says. “Yeah, alright. She brought me things, yeah. Pearls and jewels and, uh. Fish at one point. So I gave her, like. A fork?” Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment and lets out a long breath through his nose. “She really liked the fork,” Anakin adds, defensive. “I’m sure,” Obi-Wan says, and the truth is he thinks she probably did love the human object. The queen has always been fascinated by the human world. Perhaps if she were born as any other mer, she would have tried, as Obi-Wan had tried, to live among them. Anakin looks over him critically. “You don’t have a fish, right?” he asks, sounding hesitant. “Only it was all bloody, and I’m not really…hungry. Right now.” “No, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says.

as a quick reminder to how these ko-fi fics work, every month i post at least one new ficlet (from 4k to apparently 19k) to ko-fi in the gallery section - each gallery post contains a link to a google doc in its image description, and you have to be a monthly supporter to access those image descriptions! there are quite a few at this point if you're interested but this is absolutely not at all something i expect or demand or any other hard action verbs from anyone who likes my writing (but im so so grateful and thankful for anyone who does ofc)!! im still posting fics on ao3 and on tumblr. it's just new and different fics up on ko-fi! they're all a bit silly, like superhero anakin x journalist (maybe villain?) obi-wan, jedi werewolf obi-wan and jedi anakin, divorce lawyer obi-wan x serial-groom anakin, etc etc

[dangraccoon]

Character Master List 1 (2)

Taglist Form! Read on AO3! Main Masterlist!

Key: ⛈️ = Angst/Whump 🧸 = Fluff 🩹 = Hurt/Comfort ❤️‍🔥 = Smut [NSFW 18+ ONLY] 🪭 = Suggestive [18+ ONLY]

Note: Fics are listed for all characters who play a prominent role in the fic. Fics with a * next to them indicate that the character is not the main focus of the story

🩹 Glory Cody & Commander Batch

⛈️ Awake Now Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

🩹 A Good Run* Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

⛈️ To Rest* Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody

🪭 A Hunch Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🩹 Foolish Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Just Fine Cody & Rex, Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

❤️‍🔥 Alluring Crosshair x OFC Mina Menall

🩹 Nightmare Crosshair x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Target Practice Crosshair x M!Reader

⛈️ Someday I Might Crosshair & Omega

🩹 I Won't Leave You Crosshair & Hunter

⛈️ Like I Should Have* Hunter & Crosshair

⛈️ Not To Think Crosshair & Echo

⛈️ Still Remember* CX-Tech & Crosshair

🩹 I Feel Cold* Omega & Crosshair

🩹 Let's Live Crosshair & Wrecker

❤️‍🔥 Desirable Echo x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Just Borrowing Echo x GN!Reader

🩹 I'm Different Echo x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 I'm Ready Echo x M!Reader

⛈️ Anything Echo & Fives, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Ara'vod* Fives

⛈️ Not To Think* Crosshair & Echo

🩹 Not Good* Tech & Echo

⛈️ You Promised* Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

🩹 Lost and Found Echo x F!Reader

🩹 A Good Run* Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

🪭 Warm Echo x GN! Reader, GN!Reader & Domino Squad

⛈️ Conspiracies Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ So Close Fives & Rex

⛈️ Ara'vod Fives & Echo

⛈️ Don't Forget Fives & Rex

🪭 Warm* Echo x GN! Reader, GN!Reader & Domino Squad

⛈️ Awake Now* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

⛈️ Ending It Fox & Palpatine, Fox & Bail Organa, Fox x Riyo Chuchi

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

❤️‍🔥 Aphrodisiac Hunter x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Preoccupied Hunter x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Taking the Edge Off Hunter x M!Reader

🧸 Double Agent Hunter x GN!Reader

🩹 I Won't Leave You* Crosshair & Hunter

⛈️ Like I Should Have Hunter & Crosshair

⛈️ Roast Hunter x GN!Reader

⛈️ Let Them Go* Wrecker & TBB

⛈️ You Promised* Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

⛈️ You Let Them Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

⛈️ I Will Never Hunter & Bugg (OC)

🪭 Whatever You’ll Let Me Hunter x F!Reader

⛈️ Awake Now* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cody & Fox

⛈️ To Rest Obi-Wan Kenobi x Cody

🪭 A Hunch* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🩹 Foolish* Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🧸 Sweet Like Candy* Wrecker x GN!Reader

🧸 Double Agent* Hunter x GN!Reader

⛈️ Someday I Might* Crosshair & Omega

🩹 I Feel Cold Omega & Crosshair

⛈️ You Promised Omega & Hunter, Rex & Echo

⛈️ You Let Them* Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

🪭 Whatever You’ll Let Me* Hunter x F!Reader

⛈️ Priorities Rex x GN!Reader

⛈️ Anything* Echo & Fives, Echo & Rex

⛈️ So Close* Fives & Rex

⛈️ You Promised* Rex & Echo, Rex & Omega

🩹 A Good Run Rex & Echo, Rex & Cody

⛈️ Don't Forget* Fives & Rex

⛈️ Who is in Control? Rex & Anakin Skywalker

⛈️ Conspiracies* Echo & Fox, Echo & Rex

⛈️ Just Fine* Cody & Rex, Cody x Obi-Wan Kenobi

🧸 Sweet Like Candy* Wrecker x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Improper Tech x OFC Mina Menall

🧸 Reminders Tech x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Resourceful Tech x M!Reader

🩹 What I Said Tech x GN!Reader

🪭 Evidence and Luck Tech x Phee

🪭 Eventually Tech x Phee

⛈️ Look Around Tech & TBB

⛈️ Still Remember CX-Tech & Crosshair

🩹 Not Good Tech & Echo

⛈️ Enough Time Tech & TBB, Tech x Phee

🩹 A Life for a Life* Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ How Do I Save You? Tech x Phee

⛈️ You Let Them* Hunter & Tech, Hunter & Omega

🩹 It's Still You Tech x Phee

🧸 Sweet Like Candy Wrecker x GN!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Intimate Wrecker x OCF Mina Menall

🧸 Dogwood Flowers Wrecker x GN!Reader

🧸 Sharing is Caring Wrecker x M!Reader

❤️‍🔥 You're On Wrecker x M!Reader

⛈️ Catching Up Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ Let Them Go Wrecker & TBB

🩹 A Life for a Life Wrecker & Tech

⛈️ I Don't Know Anymore Wrecker

🩹 Let's Live* Crosshair & Wrecker

🧸 Frightful Wrecker x GN!Reader

[wild-karrde]

Hope I'm not too late!

I'm submitting "Let Her Sleep" by @agirlunderarock with her OC Sas Vom and Obi-Wan. It takes place while they're friends and before any romantic relationship starts, but it's so clear they're already in love in the day to day ways that couples take care of one another.

It also has a sweet illustration to go with it. I love this whole story with Sas Vom and Obi-Wan so much.

You are never too late friendo (mainly because I just roll to the next week if it's past the Thursday morning deadline. NEVER FEAR!).

This whole concept seems so sweet (also, I am cackling at the AO3 tag of "Obi-Wan x Sleep" on the entire series LOOOOL). I love the idea of a relationship building off of a friendship, especially one where they're already looking out for each other. And I love Sas already. I very much relate to NOT being a morning person, and their banter (and flirting) is great!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[lilolilyr]

Fic rec time! Star Wars: Obi Wan x Jaster Mereel

'The Temporary Temple Guards': 60+k, by RoosjeM on Ao3, not rated, prequel trilogy

Summary: It was a widely known fact within the Temple, that the Temple Guards stationed at the Coruscant Temple were experiencing a ‘shortage’ at the moment. Seeing as Knights were sent out to complete missions and went on protective details, they were also the Corp that was responsible for the Temple Guards.

“I may have an issue.”

“What is it?”

“I have a youngling in front of me. There is no one else around and I am pretty sure he’s Mandalorian, and he's lost.”

Or: it’s Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s turn to be a Temporary Temple Guard and of course one of his past missions comes back to haunt him.

It's quite canon-divergent from even before the fic timeline starts, the author sums it up quite well in a note on chapter 2:

"Korda VI happened differently, Galidraan didn't happen but Mandalorians and Jedi have not been in contact so all they really know about each other is galaxy wide rumours and their troubled history [...].

I moved Obi-Wan's timeline up. [...] the Missions to Mandalore [was] his last missions as a Padawan in this fic (meaning he's early twenties when he is there). The Naboo mission is not a thing.

Jaster [...] writes the Supercommando Codex earlier. His Haat'ade were only starting to gain allies which eventually led to the Clan Wars.

Jango is younger as well because I think baby-Jango is top tier comedy."

This fic is so good, I'm trying to follow it along despite my usual modus operandi with wips being either a) ignore it till it's finished or abandoned or b) read what's written then forget about it forever, because i just don't have a good enough memory to know what fic it is whenever sth updates...

I just re-read the first ten chapters (because, again, no memory) and summarized them all so in the future once the fic updates, or if I don't read the next chapters in one go, I can just read my summary instead to remember where I'm at - when I wanted to continue my summary on my bookmark for c11-16, I ran out of character space! So I'm continuing it here on tumblr instead :)

Feel free to save this post if you are also following the fic along as it's written and have the same memory problems as I have :) if you aren't up to date with the latest chapters yet, beware the spoilers below the cut!

~~~ continue reading ~~~

C1

Obi & Quinlan are temporary assigned as guards bc of a staff shortage

A Mandalorian kid is lost, sees a man in armor & asks for help, not caring that it's a Jedi, not a Mandalorian! Obi brings him to little keldabe as taking him to the temple could cause an international incident, breaking pretty much all Guard rules apart from the vow of silence which he keeps the entire time.

In Little Keldabe he is threatened with weapons but not harmed because the kid is in the way. Once the kid's Buir shows up (Jaster, though he doesn't recognize him), Obi escapes through the sewers.

C2

Flashback: obi's mission on mandalore! Satine and the new mandalorians are a bother, Obi-Wan doesn't like their fake-pacifist weak ways, he wants to join with the Haat'ade for his and Satine's protection. They go by Ben and Tina for anonymity.

Present day: Jaster POV: on Coruscant for peace talks the Senate asked for, he hates the planet. When guards lose Jango he's even more pissed and ofc worried.

"You saved the squad that just so ended up being the current Mand’alor’s squad.” Quinlan remembers about Obi-Wan's time on Mandalore.

There's video footage of Obi bringing Jango to little Keldabe, so the mandos see (and Jaster thinks Obi seems familiar), and the Jedi find out- obe's not worried about the council because 'Yoda felt guilty for all the kark Obi-Wan had to go through under Qui-Gon Jinn’s care since he was the one that pushed them together.'

Turns out the council isn't too pissed anyway because his stunt improved the image of Temple Guards quite a lot. He's still asked not to repeat it.

C3

Jaster's mandos observe the temple looking for obi-wan. Jango also wants to find 'his Aran'.

Obi-stays temporary guard with Feemor, and they have lineage tea with Dooku, who's quite nice if you get to know him better.

The Temple Guards bring the lurking mandos datapads: subtly and threateningly telling them to piss off.

Flashback: obi on Mandalore with his late adopted dad Bardan Jusik of House Skirata (Kal's uncle btw), learning about armor.

C4

Overtired obi in Guard armor (& hidden Mando vambraces) after his shift stumbles across visiting Jaster, they fight and Jaster takes off his helmet to reveal - they knew each other, friends when Obi was on mandayaim

More flashbacks of the haat'ade, mentions that Qui-Gon left obi behind and did a shit job at mentoring in general, and more flashback to how Obi became Ben be aliit Jusik of House Skirata: Bardan offered to adopt him, asked him to consider becoming haat'ade. The Goran had figured out he was jettii and offered armor anyway. He also became close to alor Jaster, into the inner circle of the Haat'ade.

C7

Flashback: Jaster x Obi get together ♡

When death watch attacks, Obi-wan fought back with his lightsaber. Bardan's death by darksaber was blamed on him by the Skiratas and he named Dar'manda. Obi took Satine and left without telling Jaster goodbye. To

Present day: Jaster tells him he should have come to him to clear it all up, that he would have protected him, that he loves Obi-Wan/Ben and doesn't think their time was a lie, that he wants to get to know Obi-Wan properly now.

C8

Jaster tells Obi that his buir Barden lived! The Skiratas have been looking for him all this time.

The mandos are offered lodgings in the temple (bc Jaster and Obi are taking so long in Obi's rooms xD) they recognize Feemor as the threat/message bringer bc he 'moves the same'. Feemor is freaked out by this.

Barden POV: he is impatient, not having heard from the mandalorians on Coruscant since they went to the temple. He and Alor Skirata are also looking for Ben, going to MelidaDaan.

Jaster finds the dha'ka'dau in Obi's room, who didn't know what it was, just that the kyber wanted to rest.

Mandos incl Jaster&Obi are invited for breakfast, the mandos realize the Jedi are all just one big family.

Council meeting: it's revealed by Jaster that Obi is still considered adopted mandalorian, even if Barden had really died. It's decided he should go to Mandalore as a potential watchbeing and to give him the opportunity to meet with the Skiratas.

C9

The darksaber decides to come along to Mandalore, bullying Obi-Wan into it (sentient sword!!)

Obi-Wan won't hide his Jedi heritage this time. He's being a bit petty about it, refusing to wear any armor apart from the kom'rk(vambraces).

En route, Jaster and Obi meditate together. Jaster is just slightly force sensitive.

C10

Bardan learns about the former Young on Melidaan but doesn't figure out that 'Obi-Wan' is his kid. The Young regret that Obi-Wan left and they don't know what happened to him.

Arriving on Mandalore, Obi-Wan is greeted with weapons aimed at him when Jango asks to be picked up. Jaster reprimands the mandos and has Obi with Jango walk next to him despite him not having a rank

C11

Walon Vau, a friend of Bardon and so Obi's uncle, comes to collect him for first meal. He is asked to sit with him, Jaster and the other alore. Jaster says that despite first meal not being socially important for mandalorians, he wants to spend it with his cyare Obi-Wan because it is important for Jedi.

Obi-Wan goes to the Forge with the Goran, who asks why he isn't wearing his armor, and Obi-Wan finally admits he struggles with the dual identity of Jedi and Mandalorian. He meets Mand'alor Tarre Vizla in a vision who thanks him for taking care of the dha'kad and asks him to unite Mandalorians and Jedi. Obi-Wan's armor is to be reforged.

Bardan and Obi-Wan have a tearful reunion.

C12

Obi-Wan tells his buir everything and asks for advice about what to do after the three months posting in Mandalore is up.

Erri Skirata feels guilty for being the reason Ben/Obi-Wan ran away. Obi-Wan and Erri have an official clan dispute talk with the Goran and Jaster, and Obi-Wan forgives her for what happened, saying given the circumstances, he understands why she thought he killed Barden. He just wants to move past it.

Jaster with Kal's help starts an investigation in the Jedi's ties to the Senate and the Ruusan reformation.

C13

Obi heals a plant, thought on Mandalore to be the last of its kind, and recognizes it from a Jedi garden.

The Young are visiting and Obi-Wan has another tearful reunion! Nield apologizes for blaming Obi for Cerasi's death. Barden realizes Obi-Wan the General of the Young is Ben, his son, and breaks down crying.

C14

Obi-Wan and Barden have a talk about OW's past with a mindhealer present. They speak of Bandomeer.

Jaster has Kal look for old information on Jetii armor

Obi-Wan defeats Walon in a spar for the first time.

C15

Jaster reminds/tells Ben that he is trying to court him.

In the Forge, when receiving his beskar'gam, OW has a vision of Tarre Viszla telling him "You must unite Jedi and Mando’ad. Should you fail, you both will fall. Enemies are everywhere."

Ao3: C1 | C13

OW's Jedi siblings come by unannounced for his birthday. Bear clan lives with Barden during their stay before they're called back by Yoda.

C16

Feemor works in the archives with Kal and Kal asks him on a date.

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[auroramoon-draws16]

Bro

Assassin’s Creed x Star Wars (again)

I can’t stop imagining Desmond running a bar somewhere, that doubles as an Assassin Bureau, and having some Star Wars character(s) walk in.

Mando (Din), Obi-Wan, Anakin, the clones, the rebels, anybody

Just- they walk in, they ask him for some info or a drink, some bitches square up (a target or a gang or something) a fight breaks out and Des is like “can you guys take this outside? That’s gonna be hell to repair” and they keep fighting, so he sighs, walks around the counter and drags them out himself.

Alternatively, he ends the fight in a couple of seconds, no issue.

Another scenario:

Desmond is hunting down a target, and it’s someone the Jedi are either arresting or escorting or guarding, so Des is just “damn, okay” and takes out the target before disappearing without anyone seeing his face (helmet/mask thing with the hood ofc)

(Also for the horny folks: Desmond sleeps with a character, because yes, in an alley, over the counter, clenching the sheets, wherever and however you want. My first thought is an Obi-Wan one-night-stand, because it’s mf Kenobi, but you can pick whoever you want)

[ladyxskywalker]

Sighs of Breath & Longing

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader/OFC

stolen glances on your ship to alderaan pass inside the comfort of your loving in between, where a certain little princess wills obi wan into taking a closer look inside his heart…

an older story from 2022, reposting for anyone who likes obi 🌸 ** may contain spoilers for episode four of the kenobi series

You begin to watch him from afar as he’d taken kindly to the little girl – the softened princess with her gentle eyes, and only the strongest of hearts, caring for him instantly. The comfort that she’d been found and that he had done that for her, instilling such wordless relief woven by the joining of their palms.

For a moment it felt as though his eyes had no longer been so weary; that innocence and sensitivity given freely from a child - at the mere touch of her delicate hand alone, had all at once filled him with the warmth he had lost.

You could only imagine what that might have meant for him; to give in to that tender fill of patience laced by love, now that you’ve had a quiet chance to rest after everything that has just gone on…

A feeling of your own – so distantly imagined, that once she’d been safely returned to Alderaan, what then, could this journey imply for you both?

Would he have wanted you to stay with him, just as he sensed your breathless kindness there watching from a delicate veil of cast shadows?

Had he been in tune with all of your heartfelt thoughts and musings, when the sterling blue of his eyes had reflected something slightly hopeful in them, right then as he’d just looked up?

If perhaps you might have slipped away, would you only have dreamed of it yourself?

The passing glance, holding still against your eyes, enlivened there by amber shades of grey, and waiting all at once?

You can only bring yourself to smile softly; to hold onto those stray moments where even the little one has intuitively quirked her brow.

Eyeing the way she leans over to him playfully, her all knowing grin glides itself alight wholeheartedly with wonder, whispering something to him that makes him sigh so endearingly out loud.

“Ben, aren’t you going to talk to her?”

He looks to her fondly with a subtle light of exasperation; something entirely too familiar about it all, awakening his memory to much kinder thoughts.

“Now is not the time, Leia.”

“But isn’t it?”

Shaking your head all to yourself, his ethereal stare lays claim to you all over again, as if the time for saying things, or even feeling them, hadn’t been more perfect than it had right now.

“You’re too smart for your own good.”

“I know.”

That when he taps her knee the slightest bit conspiratorially, as if to say – stay out of trouble, little one, so soon he can be seen walking over; smoothing the coarse tufts of his beard all the while nervously, between his forefinger, and thumb.

“You know…”

He begins, curiously; a certain glimmer left behind to his eyes when he whispers to you once.

“…a very brave, young lady told me that I should come over here, do you think perhaps she might have been right to assume as much?”

Smiling gently from the ship’s farthest end, the gliding feel of your silhouette slips around him, lending a soft wave of your hand to one of the ship’s doors, as it closes right behind you.

“I do, if that is what you might have wanted.”

He breathes you in even nearer, then; wordlessly tracing the slightest hitch of your breath as it hovers past the chill of night, and the dimly held light upon the wall.

“It was.”

For a moment you sense his eyes, and how they’ve wandered off in the careful feel of softened time that passes, finding yourself wondering about all it is that he could possibly be thinking about.

“Are you hurt, General?”

He looks away, tired eyes reflecting all of their blue, where no longer they lay solemn.

“I’ll be alright.”

Your shoulders fall, an exhale of breath soon to give way toward a faded sense of relief, sighing when nothing else comes.

“Forgive me for overstepping, but…”

And he turns to you amidst a cascade of idle shadows, instinctually caressing your face as if it had been every wave of truth; so endlessly overwhelming, and pure.

“What is it, darling?”

Leaning into his smooth and capable touch, the drifting feeling of it alone almost leaves you speechless, forgetting all it is you had hoped to say to him from the start.

“I sense such a deepened ache in you, Obi Wan…your body is not the only thing that must heal itself.”

Brushing along your skin, the winding feel of his palm cradles itself tenderly upon your face, as if lovingly entranced by it.

“I know.”

“What you did for her, and all that you’ve just faced…you shouldn’t be alone in this. Not now.”

“I do not want to be, not truly…”

Listening to the inviting sounds of elegance woven throughout his voice, your compassion brings you toward him even closer, colliding with the plush feel of his chest beneath his robes, and the patient way his arms have soon wrapped themselves around.

“…which is why I am here…offering myself as I stand before you.”

“I’m not sure I fully understand your meaning…”

Flush with your hips, the tip of his nose grazes itself past your cheek, pressing a featherlight kiss to you there, before whispering against the skin.

“I think you do.”

The sensations of his tenderness so swiftly have caught onto your entire being, endlessly commanding over all of your nerve endings, just to ignite them with his affection; as if the inevitable pull between you then, just hadn’t been enough.

“I do not know what lies ahead for me.”

His eyes fall away with you into something so heartfelt, and pleading, intuitively sensing all the ways in which you’ve become so wistful.

“Then come with me, wherever I may go, stay here by my side.”

Threading the kindness of your touch throughout his hair, your fingertips catch onto all the honeyed strands of silken gold, finding it most difficult in the sincerity of this moment, not to fall completely when you steady yourself.

“Suddenly I find myself feeling very much lightheaded…”

He grins, pulling you close, all while anchoring you to him; endearing creases there inside his cheeks, enticing you further, lending the flat of your palms in a deft slide along his chest, with his hands, immediately coming up to cover them.

“Good. Then you feel it too.”

So leisurely, the warmth of his air hovers deep inside the span of your entwined arms, leaving you thinking that perhaps all of this just might have been too much.

But it wasn’t.

None of it was, how could it have been?

Not when his hands had been grasping so desperately at your sides like this, before coming round again to rest inside the incredible feel of your longing arch; nudging a trail of marks behind the sensitive shell of your ear, as if you would ever tell him that he should stop…

“Forgive me, it appears I’ve lost myself…”

Caressing his face in both hands, the blur you feel is soon to clouds the many shades of all your looking, so softly once more when you have smiled.

“No apologies, none needed, none at all.”

You kiss him then – lips slotted together and slow, enveloping the pleasurable scratching of his top lip with your own, before welcoming the sound of a heady groan past the pretty corners of your mouth.

And it stays, fanning aimlessly where it’s been driven outwards from his chest, embracing you impassioned there around; the languid circle of his tongue, tethering to all your tension, just as soon as the fervent feeling threatens to infinitely break apart.

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thanks so much for reading 💐 I think my writing style was a lot different here, in comparison to the way I've been writing stories more recently. I'm trying to loosen up more, and just write what I feel instead of overthinking it too much. simplifying everything is what I'm looking forward to doing now. either way, I hope you enjoyed this & didn't think it was terrible ! 💌 xo