#obi wan x ofc

[missshezz]

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.

[orangez3st]

Neither Right or Wrong

Entry to @clonexocweek - 02.15.25: What If... | Event Masterlist

What If Lesiil was a Jedi General over the Coruscant Guard?

Tags & Warnings: jedi au, forbidden relationship, implied sexual acts (no explicit descriptions at all, it's kinda going vaguely in the background), declarations of love, a few star wars swear words Pairing: Fox x Det. Lesiil Thrace (OFC Crime Investigator) Word Count: 3.8k A/N: SHE has gathered a micro fanbase 🥹🥹 This is me falling in love with my own OC again, her brain is humongous I swear and she's so pretty. Jedi!Lesiil is still a smart badass with her very own Space Sherlock Holmes core, now with newly added features: hardcore parkour lady. You 🫵🏼 accept it. Enjoy this one, thanks for all the love! 💞

“ANAKIN SKYWALKER YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!”

Boisterous laughter echoes through the hall they're running along… or more like Anakin is running along. Lesiil is thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his arm securely around her waist as she pounds his back with her fists, tirelessly in the beginning, but now she has resorted to only shout at him.

“It’s just you're so small!”

“I am 5’7, that number is absolutely not small! You're bigger!” She gives a light yelp and another slap to his back when he jostles her, wind blowing past her coiled ponytail and blood rushing to the top of her head. “And taller!”

Eventually exhaustion catches up to the man, her childhood friend during their padawanship in the Temple. Their age difference? Not so far. Merely 3 years. He'd been assigned to Obi-Wan Kenobi – whose questionable knighthood had been accelerated, after Qui-Gon Jinn tragically died in Naboo – while she'd had just been apprenticing under Master Windu for two years. Upon being approached by her for the first time at Master Jinn's funeral, little Ani found a new safe place to confide all his internal turmoil in, and since then their friendship had flourished.

Anakin puts her down, sweat and the biggest stupid smile gracing his face after such a sport. He picked her up when she was heading to a meeting chamber where her former master and the Grand Master of the Order have been waiting for her, requesting her presence.

Lesiil gives him a last playful swat across his bicep.

“That was quite a run, Anakin,” Obi-Wan muses out of nowhere, appearing from one of the rooms with a held back grin. “If only you could do that in such exact speed in our last mission.”

“Hey I still ran faster than you–” he points at the other man “–Obi-Wan.”

As the men trades playful banter among themselves, Lesiil calls upon the Force to restore her strength and calm her breathing, and perhaps snake out a tendril to friendly, teasingly, poke Anakin in the back of his mind. Their bond is still active, between good friends, even though they're oftentimes separated in the war. He's in the front lines cutting through droids with spectacularly out-of-the-box strategies, while she remains planetside on Coruscant, stationed in Coruscant Guard Headquarters ensuring planetwide security.

“Alright, men, listen up,” the Marshal Commander began, the other 64 commanders of the corps were standing in attention in the assembly hall and watching on with anticipation. “With the Jedi Council’s advice to the Supreme Chancellor’s office over the wellbeing and security of this entire planet, they have assigned us one of their own to help in our efforts. Starting today, our corps, and all of us, are now under the command of High Jedi General Lesiil Thrace.”

Among others.

Chasing criminals. Routine patrols. Capturing enemy of the state. Countless hours spent in the command room, briefing and debriefing, dismantling and reassembling and altering strategies. Senatorial security. Prison duty. Even secretly busying herself in her small kitchen of her barrack quarters in the building, offering a huge batch of her home Alderaani dishes for the on-call troopers who passed by, in time for latemeal.

She'd never want to be a neglecting General, after all. And Marshal Commander Fox has been helpful to keep her up to the clones’ upbringing… her men’s upbringing.

She refused a seat in the council. It was a reluctant offer, after all. Aside that she is too young a High Jedi General of her own admission, the other Master's are far wiser.

Lesiil lets the remains of her fond chuckles fade away, and promptly cuts into their banter. “If you two are finished, I have a meeting to attend to. I will catch you both at dinner tonight?”

Anakin visibly pouts. Ah, still a child at heart, this man. “Can't do, Les. We're deployed in four hours.”

She smiles emphatically. “Later times then, Ani.”

“How is Coruscant treating you, Lesiil?” Obi-Wan chimes in, a kind smile upon his bearded face, albeit teasingly, “Not casting a boredom on you yet, I hope?”

“I am undoubtedly less experienced than you individually. Other than being a veteran after the Battle of Geonosis, which left me scarred over so many comrades lost, I have no experience in war whatsoever. My past apprenticeship merely carried me to places where humanitarian efforts were needed.”

She clutched the hilt of her lightsaber, clipped to her sash.

“Although, I daresay my sharpest weapon is not my lightsaber, but my sharp mind.” The Force sent her a wave of calmness, passing the positive whispers of these… men, towards her. Confidently, she continued, “I might be young, but the safety of Coruscant and its people is significant to me, too. It is my greatest honor to be assigned here to serve with you all – men of valor.”

“Certainly not,” Lesiil answers, “It's actually been a blast. I believe I've seen so much action as you have–”

“But less terrifying,” Anakin interrupts, his cybernetic arm coming up to rub his chin. “In a sense of war. Right?”

Lesiil nods in confirmation. “That would be it!”

With a wave of goodbye, Lesiil restarts her trek back to the designated meeting chamber.

“Go ahead. Push the button. You're welcome to do so while it's in your grasp. And within my watch, of course.”

After a mission that involved a wild chase to recapture a loose criminal, Lesiil had proven herself to be useful. Like… flipping and jumping across rooftops in the lower levels, for example, before letting the Guards subduing the poor sod.

Marshal Commander Fox’s apathetic helmeted gaze was hesitant for a second. Then, for unknown reasons, the man unlatched his bucket from his shoulders. Dark curls fall out, sweeping across his forehead and kissing his eyelids. His face was young, but soft stress lines that spoke experience were present too.

Then he lit the saber. Green plasma blade emitted from the hilt, which was wrapped in strips of red leather, thrumming with power in his hand.

“It's heavy,” the Marshal remarked, and Lesiil noticed his voice was lighter and softer than his peers, and not because of being used to hearing it through the helmet's vocoder.

“Not for us Force-users,” she smiles, stepping back to watch him swing the blade experimentally. “The Force grants it lighter for us to wield.”

He lifted a dark eyebrow at her. The scarred one, on the right. “Thus the acrobatics?” he asked, referencing the most recent stunt she'd pulled.

Lesiil chuckled. “It does help us in many things." She watched on fondly. “A lightsaber to a Jedi is their life. As is mine. My lightsaber is my life.”

So… I'm holding her life in my hand?

It was unintentional. The Marshal's wonder was loud. And Lesiil, stronger with the Force, couldn't help but hear it. It was an innocent thought – almost childlike, but it stirred something within her.

Trust.

“Master Yoda,” Lesiil greets as soon as she steps into the chamber, “Master Windu.”

Both masters look up from their served cups of tea. Late afternoon light casts a golden glow through the window and onto the modest pieces of furniture. Mace Windu offers a fond smile, “Good afternoon, Lesiil.” He is, after all, Lesiil's former master.

“In, you come, Master Thrace.” Yoda gestures to a seat to his left hand, just across Windu. “Sit here, you will.”

Lesiil strides in, basking in the safety of the bubble the Force seems to provide and the peace that radiates from both men. “Thank you for inviting me here, Masters.” But she supposes this is better than the headquarters. Even on-call, the men can seem to be… rowdy, at times. Not that she prohibits them to act like it. She encourages them, even. To just be themselves.

“The Temple will always be your home,” Windu says.

The… headquarters. It's also my home.

“Why is the Jedi sworn to celibacy?”

“Not exactly celibacy, Commander Thorn,” Lesiil explained, “Just romantic attachments. We're not allowed to marry. Our core values encouraged us to be selfless individuals. That, and so our focus to maintain balance would not split.”

Downtime among the Guard's command clique was rare. When it struck, they colonized one common room to themselves. Lesiil was invited, oddly. And now everyone was either sprawled on the couch or playing the console in the holoscreen.

“Backtrack, sir,” Commander Stone glanced in disbelief. “You can't marry?”

“Such practice is prohibited, yes,” Lesiil hummed in thought, “Except in special cases. To save their species, for example.”

“Regulations stated us clones aren't allowed formal relationships, too,” Commander Thire joined in.

Looking around the gathered commanders, a fond and empathetic smile tugged on Lesiil's lips. “I suppose we're alike in so many ways, then.”

“You… think so, General?”

She turned from her spot in the battered armchair – her favorite spot – and found the Marshal Commander casually leaned back against the couch's arm, next to Sergeant Hound who occupied one of the consoles. Sans helmet, his raven black locks fell over his forehead. Now laden with streaks of white no thanks to the stress of ever demanding duties, it somehow made him even… easier on the eye.

“Why not? We are all chosen to be here to do what we do.”

The Marshal's warm amber eyes softened at her, as if sympathetically. Or was that just a brief illusion? “We have duty,” said his softer voice – again, less gravelly than his brothers’.

The phrase somehow dampened the smoldering embers inside her. Either for now, or for good, she felt challenged to see where this went in the future.

“That is correct, Marshal.”

“We'd like to talk about reassignments.”

It surprises her enough that her grip on her cup nearly slips. The Force senses her subtle distress, and Lesiil can feel it perching on her shoulders to provide comfort as much as it can.

“Reassignments, Master?”

“The Council deliberates of your potential, your hard skills,” Windu nods mindfully, “It could be beneficial for the men in the front lines.”

Front lines.

The last time she went to the front lines was when she lost her twin brother Railuu in Geonosis.

She isn't sure to go back. It never comes to mind. To hear firing blasters, trudging through various terrains and weather, being stuck in a war room concocting a strategy through and through and at least three backup plans. When the word came she was assigned to the Guards, she'd accepted without a second thought.

Fear drove her here to stay, but familiar comfort welcomes her like home. To be planetside. Home. Coruscant is home, where she can place her feet steadily on.

A moment too long, the Force caresses her cheek to calm her storms.

Lesiil clears her throat. “May I hear further about this proposition?"

Windu carries on, “As you know, each unit of the Army is assigned with elite troopers of the Special Operations Brigade; Republic Commandos, ARC Troopers. Their tasks are significant for pre-campaign efforts, particularly reconnaissance and intelligence gathering.” Briefly, he trades glances with Yoda. “We were thinking… you are suitable for this position.”

Positioned high up in the chain of command leading an entire corps, Lesiil is granted her own modified plastid armor, like the ones Obi-Wan and Anakin adorned. She leaves it unpainted, save for the left shoulder bell where one of the men had meticulously done the Guard's insignia.

Matched with the Marshal Commander.

It's where she belongs now. With the men of the Guard.

So even hearing the offer feels like a betrayal to the men.

“To… lead the elite Brigade?”

“Exactly like you said, it is not,” Master Yoda says, “But transferred where you are needed, you would be.”

“You were an exceptional padawan of mine with a truly brilliant mind,” Windu continues, his generally neutral phrases now sounding so far away, and this time it sounds more like persuasion. Sure, she was his treasured padawan, but still. “It's complex, yet structured at the same time.”

“Sir, I am once again asking you to never cartwheel through buildings again.”

Lesiil threw a smile from her cot in the medwing – her arm was in a sling, one foot lifted with one of its own, and one hell of a headache. And medicines. “Thank you for all the concern, Thorn.”

The amber-haired man scowled. Playfully, Lesiil noted. “That wasn't sarcasm, though, right? That better be a promise.” He clears his throat. “Erhm. Sir.”

“I promise not to cartwheel through buildings again.”

Thorn sighed. “But you still wanna do the other tricks, aren't you.”

“Who else is it gonna be? Your Marshal Commander?”

“I would be doing what, exactly?” the devil strode in. Upon seeing the very person uttered it, he faltered in his steps. Thorn snickered behind his hand, his shoulders vibrating. Fox glared at his brother under the helmet before turning to his General, almost in attention. “Sorry, sir.”

Lesiil frowned at him, storm grey eyes darting past his apathetic visor. “I just think you're not, Marshal,” she settled with a smirk before regarding his sudden presence, “Is there a matter of importance?”

Thorn suddenly felt uncomfortable and donned his helmet. “See ya in a bit, General. Heal fast. With the Force. Or… whatever.”

Lesiil's sweet airy laughter chimed throughout the medwing. The sound drove Thorn's flush on his cheeks three shades deeper, and a fresh lighter shade emerged on Fox's under his helmet.

“Ugh, stang.” Thorn facepalmed (or visorpalmed, whatever). “Sorry, Fox. I'll just… see myself out.”

“In control, you are. And strong with the Force, you are, as well,” Yoda joins in, the raspiness of his aged cadence tinged with wisdom, though masking their, simply, hope for her to accept. “Either in the intelligence division or the elite Brigade, be suitable, your sharp and analytical thinking skills could.”

Lesiil coughed. “Oh, Force…”

Fox hurried to her bedside. “You didn't need to laugh that hard, sir.” He poured a glass of water, placed it down momentarily to help his General propped up against the pillow properly. “You're still healing.”

“Yes,” Lesiil smiled meekly, glancing at him in gratitude as he helped her drink. His gloved fingers were light under her jaw to tip her head slightly backward as he held the glass. “Thank you, Marshal. And forgive me.”

“At both, you don't need to.”

Yes, but still. “Now.” Lesiil settled back into her pillows. “Is there something that needs me?”

Fox stilled for a moment. “Nothing else.” However, the subtlest swivel of his head told Lesiil otherwise. “Just wanted to check on your current wellbeing, General.”

“Forgive me for being too frank, but… Is there an option where I can choose to refuse?”

Both masters tense in their seats and share another inquisitive glance. Lesiil only registers it as utter shock. “What would be the reason?” her former master demands firmly.

“Take off your helmet, Marshal.”

Fox tensed, his heart skipping a beat. He knew what his General was. Part of the genealogy that made her whole was of a Lorrdian blood. And she had been encouraged by the Jedi of the Order to train reading nonverbal cues by the ways of the Lorrdian during her padawanship, deeming it would be useful for herself in the future.

Seemed like it was, just now.

“Yes, sir.”

Firmly, he reached up and took his bucket off. One of his hands instantly flew up to comb his grown curls back in order to at least look presentable.

“Now say that again.”

He blinked. He felt his face shift. He felt how his breathing changed and how the faster rhythm of his heart accommodated his nervousness. All were displayed for his General to study. To observe. To find the meaning of.

His General, whom he fell for, in all the wrong ways. So many wrong ways.

“I just want to see you.”

Lesiil lets out a breath, following the guidance of the Force that's still perching over her shoulders like a homemade knitted scarf to tap into her confidence. “There are so many lives on Coruscant that, if lost to the war, would be forever in our guilt,” she says.

“General.”

Lesiil cracked her eyes open, the warm cocoon of all the life energy around her dissipating at Fox's presence by the table. No, she wasn't falling asleep in the mess hall. Everyone who held her fondness knew she loved to meditate wherever she wanted. Mess hall was her favorite. She simply found joy in tuning the voices out and reuniting with the Force to challenge her own focus.

Her Marshal Commander was ready to escort her out. “Do you have a moment?”

Lesiil studied him.

There was a long silence between the two as they waited for each other.

“Would it be just the two of us, Marshal?”

“Yes,” he answered a little too quickly, “...sir.”

Smiling to mask how her heartbeat was picking up, Lesiil swept her lightsaber hilt off the table surface and patted her reddish brown tunic down. “Lead the way, Marshal,” she said, easily falling into step by his side. When the hallway was nearly empty, she leaned in just an inch and lowered her voice, “And when it's just the two of us, you may call me Lesiil.”

Instead of a pair of warm amber brown eyes, the Marshal’s visors stared back at her, his steps faltering just a little.

“Then it's Fox for you, Lesiil.”

“The Guards have been flourishing under my command. I learned from the men at first, then the men learned from me in return, as I've always given them countless advice and precautions in order to eventually perfect our protocols – all by the insight of a Jedi.”

Yoda hums in acknowledgment, his head nodding once, slow.

“I prefer to continue my duty here,” Lesiil declares firmly, “Stationed in the Coruscant Guard.”

His lips molded against hers like flower petals mashed together. Fox tasted like caf, his only source of spirit during the day, and he tasted pleasant on her tongue. His gloved hands ran up her sides and curled into the back of her reddish brown tunic. Lesiil matched his passionate pace with her own, fingers tangled up in his rich and dark locks. It was surprisingly soft to her palms.

Fox pulled away, breathing into her swollen, parted lips. He had forgotten to switch off the low power of the lighting system in his office, but he could still see the mesmerizing storm brewing inside the greyness of her eyes clearly. There was no conflict he could see – only reciprocated passion.

With a low sound emitting from her throat, Lesiil fell into him once more, eager to feel the moistness of his lips, eager to draw gravelly sounds out of him. Her vambraces clicked against his shoulder bells as her arms wound around his neck, pulling him in for a deeper encounter that involved a daring sleight of tongue.

Fox accepted the challenge.

“Good men, the Guards are,” commends Yoda. Then his eyebrows raise in question. “How fares Marshal Commander Fox, do I wish to know.”

“I'd like to apologize, sir.”

Lesiil stood in the doorway of her barrack quarters, her eyebrows twitched into a frown. And, she could feel her lips tingling all of a sudden, cheeks flushing slightly remembering their last encounter.

Fox's helmeted gaze was firm on her. “It won't happen again.”

Using the Force to sense if there was anybody around was totally wrong, but she did it anyway before pulling the Marshal Commander in.

“I personally think we lack the talk, Fox.”

“Talk, sir?”

“It’s Lesiil,” she insisted, “I… I cannot go back from what we did yesterday. There is only the way forward for me.”

“He is well,” she smiles briefly, touched by the small check-in gesture, “A headstrong, resilient man. Tireless and extremely dedicated to overall security, and the safety of us all.”

Fox pulled away first, his shoulders heaving from running out of breath. “Do we still need that talk?” he asked, his lips still softly gliding across hers.

“There have been these… unspoken things…” She pecked those warm lips once, her breath fanning across his skin sent the hair on the back of his neck bristling. “...that are also unspeakable in the halls of the Jedi Temple.”

“Enlighten me then, Jedi.”

“There can't be romantic attachments. I've said this before.”

“And?” He raised an eyebrow, the glint in his eyes spoke of a challenge. “Isn't it speakable enough as a reminder to be enforced onto you Jedi people?”

“Yes,” Lesiil nearly chuckled, “But that is the problem.”

“And you?”

She blinks. “Pardon, Master?”

Mace Windu briefly raises a single eyebrow. “Do you two work well?”

“We always do, Master Windu,” she replies without missing a beat, reminiscing the times where she and the command clique spent hours upon strategy and cups of caf. “Coordination is of utmost importance in a group, after all. Along with seamless communication.”

“Have you… done this before?”

“...Let's just say it has been a while.”

He smirked, a huff of laughter escaping his lips. “I thought you said no romantic attachments.”

“This could mean so many ways,” Lesiil said, “Romantic is only one of them.”

“Is this… romantic to you?”

She looked into him, grey eyes shining like stars, and she glowed even brighter as her lips pulled into a grin. “I would rather follow your way of thinking. Or let you guess mine.”

“I rely on the men of the Guard, and I trust my life in them. We have a connection to each other in order to maintain a healthy, neutral relationship. In return, they trust their own lives in me.”

Heavy breaths. Low sounds that were high-pitched at the same time. Hands held tight. Lips sealed and molded against one another, bodies and their movements already drowning in the haze of passion that engulfed both of them like a safe blanket.

“To lead such a significant unit, trust is important, as we all know and believe,” Lesiil says affirmingly, drawing a deep breath. “Thus why Marshal Commander Fox and I are such good friends.”

“Am I allowed to do this all night, mesh'la? When we all should've retired to our quarters… but there'll be only you and me. On this bed. Just like this. In this bland as kark bedroom of yours ‘cause you can't have any mortal possession and all that bantha shit.”

“Do not let possessiveness hinder you, Lesiil. Maintaining a good friendship with your men is commendable – encouraged, in fact, to ensure effective outcomes,” Windu warns, his tone low, “But be mindful of your selflessness, too.”

“S’gonna be so wrong of me…” he grunted against her bare skin, his body moving against hers, “to say that I've fallen in love with you, Lesiil.”

Lesiil tilts her chin up. “There is no passion,” she recites, “There is serenity.”

“No, Fox…”

“It surely will not hinder me, Masters.”

“...I love you too.”

Taglist (Form): @yoursrosie @hellfiresky @msmeredithrose @filamentlights @heidnspeak @lucyysthings

A/N: Yes this came up fresh in the same day I posted this. Because y'all love her so much 🥹

[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

[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! :)

[dangraccoon]

Character Master List 1 (2)

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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

[tragedybunny]

A FATE WRITTEN IN INDIFFERENT STARS - CHAPTER 4

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, Lovelies. I'm still plugging away at this one between things. I hope if you have taken the time to read it you're enjoying it.

“You’ve been on this planet for how long, and you haven’t ridden an Eopie?” Zelena was usually the antagonist, teasing him whenever the opportunity arose; today it was Obi-Wan’s turn to poke fun at her.

“I don’t spend half my time as a sand hermit,” she groused carefully approaching them.

Akkani seemed skeptical of the newcomer he’d brought to the stable at the edge of Mos Eisley; despite this, the Eopie remained still as Zelena neared. “Don’t worry, she’s not as much of a pain as she pretends to be.” The words were whispered loudly enough that  Zelena could still hear them. 

“I could go back home, you know.” She closed her eyes, stretching out a hand to stroke Akkani’s nose, and speaking softly to him. The Eopie relaxed with the rhythmic cadence of her words. Obi-Wan recognized the language as the same he’d overheard while recovering in her home — Dathomirian, he was certain of it now. Opening her eyes, Zelena gave the Eopie a final pat before climbing into the saddle. “This had better be good Ben.”

“Would I disappoint you?” After checking that the saddlebags were in place, he climbed up behind her. This was it, the moment he needed to make a decision about her once and for all. Despite the doubts that nagged at his conscience, he still couldn’t let go of his assumptions even though he’d identified his own yearning for a righteous purpose as a factor in all this. Far more concerning was his acknowledgment that whatever else Zelena was, she was also the only small bit of companionship he’d had in so long — by design. Attachments couldn’t be afforded, not even loose acquaintances. If she was not a threat, then there was no cause to be around her. 

Slowly, he urged Akkani forward, allowing both the Eopie and Zelena to get used to one another. The twin setting suns filled the sky with brilliant hues, a thing of desperate beauty that far too often went unnoticed on the harsh planet. Soon, darkness would be upon them. With any luck, they would be safe and undisturbed out in the sands, and Zelena would let her guard down. The marvelous phenomenon that was about to occur should help things along. “So, where exactly is it that we’re going?” She questioned, stirring him from his thoughts.  Curls escaped from her hairpins as she pulled back the hood of her cloak, “you didn’t exactly make that clear.” 

“It’s a surprise Zel, that was kind of the point.” The space on the saddle was sparse and her back rested against his chest; she radiated enough warmth to leave him feeling like he was running through the dunes at midday. “Don’t you trust me?”

There was an exaggerated sigh before she answered, though her tone remained light. “I suppose more than most.”

“That’s no real great amount though.” Despite her obvious attempt at being playful, the words still felt accusing. He did, however, feel compelled to remind himself that he was constantly lying to her, so it could be argued that her trust was very much misplaced. 

Eventually, the full dark of the night descended around them and the stars began to emerge; gems glittering in a current of blackness. They were miles from the city, far enough that its lights no longer left their mark on the sky above them. Reaching a familiar rock formation jutting up from the sands he signaled to Akkani to slow. “We’re here.”

Zelena dismounted first, descending from the saddle with smooth dexterity; Akkani lowered himself to ease the process, with much more confidence than when they’d started. There were once stories that the Nightsisters had tamed and ridden nearly every wild beast that inhabited Dathomir, including the fiercest of them, the Rancor. Perhaps, like himself, her skills lay dormant awaiting a time they would be useful. “Doesn’t look like anything out of the ordinary.” A questioning look was thrown his way as he followed onto the shifting ground. 

“Patience.” A word he must've used a million times in his former life, especially where his former apprentice was concerned, it wasn’t shocking he’d fallen in with yet another person who needed to hear it. 

Rummaging through the supplies Akkani had been laden with, he removed a blanket, settling it on the sand before detaching the lantern that had helped guide them to this spot. The light was just enough to keep them from tripping over themselves in the dark. Passing Zelena a bottle of Rishi Spiced Red, one of her favorites he’d noted, he used her moment of excitement at it to conceal the blaster pistol he also pulled from the bags. The potential for danger this far from the city was very real, from Sand People to Spice runners. It was best to be prepared, just in case. 

“I admit, my curiosity is growing.” Settling on the blanket, she looked up at him expectantly. 

The stars that had only begun to emerge a short time ago, blazed to full life above them. “We’re a bit early, you’ll have to wait.” He joined her on the blanket, intentionally leaving a gap between them to avoid any chance she would misread his intentions. 

Popping the bottle open, she took a sip and passed it to him.  “This is all still highly suspicious, you know.” 

The bottle was warm where her lips had touched, and the wine inside made his stomach quiver. “I thought we just had a conversation about trust?” It was supposed to be a light joke, but it came out entirely too melancholy.

“You really have doubts about that, don’t you?” Zelena’s demeanor changed, reflecting the sudden mood shift in their conversation. 

Pointedly looking away, he steered them back from delving any deeper. “I suppose I shouldn’t, I seem to be the only person besides Kyrsta you really let get close to you.” Looking back up, he offered her a tentative smile. 

“It’s that cute face of yours.” Playfully, she stuck her tongue out at him, before resuming her sober expression. “Really though, are you alright? You’ve been acting incredibly tense since you came back.” 

Taking a breath, he grounded himself, preparing to continue his long line of subterfuge with her. Zelena was not the type to let things be, honest and confoundingly forthright, she was sure to bring this up again if she didn’t find his answer satisfactory. All the more reason to end this as soon as he was able. “I’m fine, just a few things on my mind lately.” 

Crossing his carefully laid boundary, she delicately placed her hand over his; the tenderness of the gesture startled him, and he could instantly hear his pulse in his ears.  Around them, the mantle night brought a stillness, and the air began to cool. Sounds of life echoed in the distance; bantha herds, the chanting of Sand People, and the low hum of a Jawa Sandcrawler that carried from who knows how far away. The rough blanket itched his palm which felt sweltering under Zelena’s touch. “If you need to talk about it, I’m here.” 

Too soft, too kind, a gesture that he was currently in no way deserving of. His nerve was cracking, no longer could he see the darkness in her that he was once so sure of. There was still a duty to fulfill though, and he would never forgive himself for being lax if he turned out to be wrong. There were already so many sins he was holding against his conscience, another might be his end. Plunging forward was the only route left to him. “Just thinking about the past.” Still, her hand remained on his and he didn’t pull away. 

“Anything in particular that sent you down this path, if you don’t mind me asking,” speaking gently, she lightly squeezed his hand for a moment.  

“Well…” Breath held, he set his will to it, despite the now distracting sensation of absence where Zelena’s fingers had been applying pressure. “There were rumors of a Jedi being spotted here. I fought alongside them back home on Corellia.” 

“Ha,” she scoffed a vicious little laugh. “Jedi. I’m sure they were a grand help.” Disdain dripped from every word and he felt his muscles go rigid, tense with anticipation of what would be revealed. “Oh.” Her tone softened as she noticed his reaction, mistaking it for something else. “Did you know some of them well?’ 

The world spun at her question, and he fought to center himself. Now was not the time to fall into that fog of memory, despair, and regret. Desperately he wished there was another way to get to the truth without dredging this up. “A few. They were familiar faces and good allies.” Perhaps someday he wouldn’t always feel an intense pang when he spoke of them. 

“I am sorry you mourn for them.” The words were brisk and he realized she was withdrawing, cutting off her opinions. The opposite of what he needed. 

“But your opinion differs. Say what’s on your mind. Please, I’d rather you were honest with me.” Turning his hand so his palm now touched hers, he accented his words with his thumb brushing along her knuckles. 

“They were so lauded as protectors, yet they refused to help when the Separatists came for my world. Everywhere else they were willing to fight, but we were left to be slaughtered.” Though she’d held tight to his hand while speaking, she finally let go to draw her knees to her chest and lean her head against them. Glancing at her, he was rocked; she seemed so small sitting there pouring out the griefs of yesterday, a description that would normally never fit her. 

“The family that you spoke of before, the Separatists attacked your home directly?” Too well he remembered her tears the night of that conversation. 

“Yes, my sisters and mother were all killed, and those who were my extended family. And not a single Jedi cared about our fate. I despise them for it.” Despite her rising agitation, the little lie came quick and easy, she must have said it a thousand times. “I’ve been a nomad since then really, Kyrsta and I fell in together along the way. All I want is to find someplace that feels like home again, to be at peace.”

Perhaps it was their physical proximity, or the possibility that she was more open to him than ever — or even the will of the Force —  but that which he was trying to sense in her all along was finally blazingly evident for a brief moment. And horror consumed him as the surety of it was felt in his very soul. Zelena spoke the truth, whatever her former life, she had wandered here to start anew; only obscuring her heritage for a yet unknown reason. Burning guilt followed that horror, all the lies and deception of the last few months already weighing on him. Lastly, a deep sorrow settled over him. This was the end of it, he couldn’t continue to see her. It was supposed to be easy to keep his distance, to play a part, to walk away, but the thought of losing that presence which relieved his loneliness and brightened his empty hours, left him feeling hollow. This whole thing had been a mistake on so many levels, and he found himself wishing he’d never been there that day she arrived. 

Problems for tomorrow, he told himself as the first shooting star appeared in the sky. “Ah, there it is.” 

Zelena turned her eyes up from a very introspective bit of fiddling with the material of her cloak, nails worrying it until it seemed she’d tear through it. A soft gasp emanated from her as several more lights flashed through the sky. The meteor shower that appeared once a cycle on Tatooine had begun with perfect timing. “It’s beautiful.”

“I hope you find that place one day, Zel.” He offered, stealing a glance at her while she focused raptly on the glittering sky above them. 

“Maybe it’s closer than I believed.” That statement was filed with so much bold hope that the guilt in him burned even harder. The friendship between them — part of that hope for a life to come — was swiftly ending. Zelena laid back, tucking her arms behind her head, and stretching out on the blanket as the stars continued to fall. “Thank you for this, it is really amazing. And I suppose I can consider you officially forgiven, for this time at least.” 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”  Laying back next to her, he kept his gaze on the heavens, afraid to look at her lest his expression betray him. “We’re you able to see the stars like this where you came from?

“Often the skies were filled with fog, but we were far from cities. When we were in the mountains, then you could see them.” They were indeed very far from any city, he thought but kept silent “So, I suppose the answer is sometimes. And you?”

“Not really, I was raised in a large city.” The thought had been to say something about Coronet City, Corellia’s capital, but the feeling of her hand slipping into his chased away any coherent words. 

“Perhaps we’re both lucky to be here then.” If she noticed his sudden rigidity, she said nothing. 

His stillness stretched a moment too long. “Perhaps,” he acknowledged. Thankfully, the single word seemed to satisfy her and they fell into a comfortable silence as meteors glimmered and died in the darkness.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rannack’s Outpost was a dim little place that barely held onto the illusion of being some general goods shop. Dusty, mostly bare shelves and one rundown labor droid were all that occupied the bleak space; aside from a bored Duros at the counter eying them with distrust. Obi-Wan maintained a respectful distance while his unwilling help sidled up to the Duros with unflinching intent. “I’ve got someone here with a shipment.”

The Duros shifted his attention from the young man, distrust permeating the Force around him. “You sure about that?” He glared at Obi-Wan, the unspoken threat obvious as he scrutinized the Jedi. “Yeah,” his companion answered without hesitation, “he’s legit.” 

“Fine, get out of here and let me handle it.” The Duros dismissed the young man, turning to Obi-Wan before the door was even shut in his wake. “I’ll send for a contact but you better not be wasting our time.” Turning to the labor droid he snarled, “keep an eye on the place you rusty waste of space.” The response it beeped was rather sad sounding to Obi-Wan as it continued inventorying shelves that would likely never really be restocked. Was it a relic from a time when there was a legitimate owner, he wondered idly, and if so, had they been forcefully displaced by the Black Sun? There wasn’t much time to stop and pity the poor droid; he was being ushered into a backroom behind a door that blended too well with the wall. 

“I assure you that you don’t have to be so suspicious. I’m a businessman, and this is just another deal to me.” One fundamental truth he’d learned over the years was that speaking with confidence was often just as good as a mind trick. 

Not with this particular being though, as he simply shoved him toward the backroom in reply. “Yeah, yeah, save it for someone who cares.” 

The door shut firmly behind him, leaving him in a windowless room that was empty, save a worn-out bench shoved into a corner. “No sense of hospitality,” he muttered and made himself as comfortable as possible. 

Falling into a meditative state, his senses opened to the world around him allowing him to monitor the shop through the Force. The Duros paced the store, nervous energy pulsing from him. Obi-Wan waited, minutes passing as he sat patient and impassive until two new presences drew near. One was someone who carried themselves with a sense of authority and the other…smoky incense, a whisper in the dark, soft caresses on his skin. Her. As his heart began to ache, he fought to rein in his emotions, eyes opening as his calm dissipated. The situation couldn’t be allowed to spiral out of control like that, he wasn’t here to relive old history with her. Zelena and he had chosen their paths a decade ago. 

The door slid open and his resolve rocked for a second. A Falleen male entered first, his posture full of confidence, and just behind, Zelena trailed. To him, she seemed so much like that last glimpse he’d had of her. Her hair was still bound up tightly out of the way, though silver now streaked through its brilliant red, and her sharp features showed the lines of time’s passage. Her eyes remained a brilliant gold which warily observed their surroundings. The cloak was gone, replaced by a worn, red leather jacket; sheathed at her back was a vibrosword, while a blaster was holstered at her hip. 

For a second, they gazed at one another.  A smile quirked one side of her lips before she quickly banished it, returning to a cool, passive expression. In response, Obi-Wan diverted his attention back to the Falleen. He was dressed in a much less war-like manner. Flowing fabrics embraced his form, nothing protective about them; only a small blaster belied his nature. Rising in greeting, Obi-Wan inclined his head in deference. 

“No need for pomp, you can reserve that for anyone we meet who might outrank me. I’m just a humble fixer, here to see if you’re worthwhile and arrange the details.” Waving his hand, as though dismissing his own part to play in all this, the Falleen took a seat on the unforgiving bench Obi-Wan followed suit. “Vinox,” he said by way of an introduction, “and that is Zee, my… associate.” The last word was said with obvious disdain. 

“Ben, Ben Hardeen. I suppose we should get right to it.” His pulse had been wrestled back under control and he made a concerted effort to avoid looking at Zelena. He was certain she was doing the same, having taken up post at the door, as though guarding it, despite being in a Black Sun safe house. “I have cargo I need moved.” 

“It must be some type of cargo if you’re looking for such discreet help.” Straight to the point, as if he were ready to get this over with. Which suited Obi-Wan well enough. “So what is it? Drugs, weapons, illicitly gained credits?”

“People.” He answered dryly and firmly, cutting off Vinox before he could throw out any more speculation, and causing Zelena to sharply inhale at his cover story. 

“Slaver?” Came the reply, without a bit of hesitation, a fact that made Obi-Wan’s skin crawl. 

“More like, political refugees. Many of them are quite happy to pay handsomely to be relocated somewhere a little more remote from the Core.” The words came out smooth and even, having been rehearsed several times on the journey to Ord Mantell. 

Vinox smiled at the prospect of a relatively easy bit of profit. “Sounds like a good bit of business,  if you’re legit. Now if you could just offer me some proof, we could get started.” 

So, he wasn’t to be taken in by talk alone, he’d have to take a risk. It didn’t seem like another mind trick would work in this case. “How about a small taste of the profits? Call it a downpayment.” He removed the pouch at his waist and passed it over. Inside were numerous high-value credit chips he’d been given at the time Bail provided him with false identification, another contingency effort. 

Excitedly the Falleen studied them, before closing the pouch and affixing it to his own belt. “I like where this is headed. Zee, we’re going back to the headquarters, look sharp.”   

She turned, visibly annoyed at the demanding tone. One thing about the situation that gave him pause, more so than the rest; Zelena had arrived with only one other gang member, she should be able to deal with him on her own and escape. Why was she allowing herself to be held captive? There was some piece that was still missing, he could sense it. “Fine, if you think he’s really worth the bother.” Opening the door, she signaled for him to get up. “Follow me, Ben.” 

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Famina’s had become a familiar sight throughout his association with Zelena, and it was possibly the last night he would see the inside of the casino. Tonight he’d say goodbye to Zelena, tell her he was leaving for Mos Espa and wouldn’t be back for a while, and hope she would just forget him in time. Now that he was convinced she didn’t need monitoring, it needed to be ended as quickly as possible. Still, it stung. Years of solitude, of nothing but memories of failures and regrets, of ghosts, and a charge to keep one boy safe, had nearly caused him to forget what companionship and caring felt like. The culmination was an urge to turn and run, to continue as they were, and never let her know any of the truth as she would despise him for it. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d visited while she was still on shift, so he found an empty stool to pass the time. Malk grunted at him instead of a proper greeting. The Devaronian had never truly accepted his presence, referring to him as a miserly distraction who needed to order more than one drink if he wanted to be tolerated. “Hope you’re having a lovely evening, Malk.” In response, his usual ale of choice was slammed on the counter before Malk stalked off. That was fine enough, he really didn’t need to exchange false pleasantries in a terse conversation while expecting a devastating one later. 

Turning on the stool, he searched for Zelena in a sea of faces. There wasn’t much of a wait until she appeared coming through the sabacc tables, a pale specter lit by pulsing neon. The surreal glamor of it held his attention rapt for a moment until the trance was broken as she spotted him. She waved, before stopping at a crowded table not far from him. The rambunctious group shouted at her and gave a round of orders before they beckoned her to lean in; her expression darkening as they spoke. Laughter engulfed the table as she stalked back to the bar and relayed their order to Malk. “Everything alright?” He asked before he could stop himself, wariness of the group overriding his other thoughts. 

“Fine, rowdy customers. Nothing I can’t handle, Ben.” Her tone was clipped as she turned her agitation on him. 

“If you're sure.” He muttered in response, reminding himself that it wasn’t his place, she wasn’t his to be concerned for. 

Her expression softened as she loaded the drink tray. “We can talk more later,” she promised, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. Hefting the tray to her shoulder, she returned to the boisterous group.

With growing unease, he continued to watch the situation unfold. Several undignified noises issued from them upon her return. Unease turned to agitation as their leader, a fair-haired human male, caught her hand and refused to relinquish his hold despite her attempts to withdraw it. Turn away, he told himself, this happens here and she can take care of it. Still, he kept his eyes focused on the unfolding events, unable to obey his own good advice. 

Pulling her arm back with a tense smile, she spoke words he couldn’t hear. One gestured to his lap and more howling laughter followed. The leader stood and instinctively, Obi-Wan did as well. As he closed the distance to the table, their words became clear to him as the leader reached out again for her. “Have some fun with us.” 

“I’ve got to get back to work, I’m sure there are other ladies around.” Despite her calm words, her eyes were wide and her posture defensive. Agitation erupted into searing anger within him. They had no right to torment her like this. 

The leader quickly shifted, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t be shy.” 

It looked as though he intended to pull her toward him when Obi-Wan caught his forearm in a vice-like grip, years of martial training resurrected in an instant. “She said no.” 

“Who the kriff are you? '' He released Zelena’s wrist and turned his attention to Obi-Wan. 

“Ben, what are you doing?” The warning tone in her voice passed by him unheeded. 

“Yeah, back off.” The briefest movement signaled the man’s intention to strike. Before he could, Obi-Wan had stepped forward, keeping control of his arm, and rammed a shoulder into his chest. It sent him sprawling across the table and shouts came from all around as the group collectively rose from the table. 

“That’s enough!” Zelena pulled his attention away from the imminent brawl and he turned to find her glaring at him. 

Harsk, one of the Trandoshans, rushed onto the scene. “Is there a problem here?” He asked taking in the lot of them with palpable menace. 

“No, Ben was just leaving.” That look of fury didn’t let up and he gaped, trying to think of a way to reason with her. Stinging pain was spreading across his chest. Even if he could form words, she wasn’t interested in hearing them. “Just go.” The foolishness of the stunt was beginning to dawn on him, despite his noble intentions, though her reaction seemed to him out of scale to the situation. Not that it mattered. The confrontation had left him without words, so he obeyed her order and began to walk away. “Let me get you a round on the house to make up for that.” 

Malk shoved past him, apparently on his way to do damage control, leaving Obi-Wan to realize his error was even greater than he had thought. Zelena was most certainly about to take the blame. “I knew you were trouble sand-trash.” He muttered, making his displeasure clear. “You’re done for the night Zee, go home.” 

His shoulders slumped; the situation was now exponentially worse. The only consolation was that he had been here to say goodbye and this should ease that endeavor, even if he had wanted things to end on a less bitter note. Knowing Zelena wasn’t far behind, he decided it was best to face it now, as everything had already fallen to pieces. Much the same as his usual track record, he thought sadly. 

When she emerged, he was standing outside the back door, staring at the ground, chest still burning. Without thought, he instinctively began trying to right things, forgetting about goodbyes. “Zelena, I’m really-” 

“What was that Ben?” She snapped and he felt like he would shatter, thoughts starting to spin out of his control. The last time she’d been mad at him she’d remained calm.Her visible anger began to stir memories he wanted to avoid the most. “You could’ve gotten me fired!” 

“Please. I really am sorry.” The words were strained and he fought to speak them at all. Zelena’s response was to silently begin her walk home, leaving him to hurry after, no longer sure if he was still trying to end things or convince her to forgive him. 

Realizing he was following, she continued to seethe at him, without looking back. “A mistake? You walked over and started a fight with one of my customers.”

He shouldn’t be following, he should go, leave her — a clean break. “I know it was out of line.” His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms as he tried to calm the swirling mess of emotion overwhelming him. 

Finally, she stopped and abruptly turned to face him, still fuming. “Did you think I can’t take care of myself? What exactly were you thinking?” Bathed in the light of Tatooine’s triple moons, she stole his breath away, a dazzling, mesmeric storm of golden eyes and scarlet curls. When had he started to notice that about her? The matter had him so distracted, he forgot to answer her. “Well? Oh, never mind.” Losing patience, she started walking again. 

“I care about you!” The answer he finally found to give her was the truth; the truth that he’d been avoiding, at last unobscured for the both of them. Steps instantly halting, she turned back, eyes wide in shock. “I couldn’t stand what they were doing. I’m not foolish, I know it happens but I…I just wanted to protect you. You mean so much to me, Zel.” 

“Ben,” all her anger seemed to vanish in an instant, “that’s very sweet actually.” 

The sound of his pulse echoed in his ears, the miserable chest pain abating as she closed the distance between them effectively erasing both the physical and metaphorical barriers they’d constructed to protect themselves. He moved in a daze, hands coming to rest on her waist. He licked his lips, tongue dragging slowly over his suddenly parched mouth. She was lovely. And smart, sharp, kind, and he was about to do something he definitely should not; although he couldn’t recall why. She was here now, tangible beneath his palms, unlike the elusive ghosts he desperately clung to.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

Leaning in, he caught her lips. Soft kisses quickly gave way to their hunger. Bliss coursed through his soul realizing she wanted him too.  

His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her even closer, as their lips parted in fevered exploration. When they, at last, broke away, her head came to rest on his shoulder with a happy little sigh. “That was…unexpected.” 

The spell of the moment was dissipating, and while the joy of knowing she felt the same was still there, it was being tempered by the reality of just how far off track he’d gone. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to move from their embrace. “Really? I thought the whole altercation would’ve made it obvious.” 

“You’ve made it obvious before, I just never thought you’d act on it.” Gently, she brushed her lips against his cheek, scrambling his thoughts all over again. 

He felt caught. With that one kiss, that moment when his soul was no longer lost in solitude, the drive to do what he should as a Jedi had faded. But where did that leave him? There was a path he could take with Zelena, though he knew not where it would end. Eventually, he’d have to reveal the truth to her as well; a daunting prospect, considering her views on his past life. She may not even want anything to do with him after. Concerns for another time, he told himself kissing the crown of her head and reveling in her closeness. “Were you waiting for me to-”

“Look what we’ve got here.” The voice of the leader from the casino scuffle cut through the air like a blaster bolt, perilous and piercing.  

[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.

… 💙

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