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[raphaellight]

How was my father as a teacher?

Luke: How was my father as a teacher? I know about making clones to form a c… Ahsoka: Shush. Be very carefull about mentioning Jedi and war related stuff. You really never know when someone might recognize you and bring unwanted attention. Luke fall into his seat. Despite promises, he learned a lot less than he wished about the past from a person that was supposedly there. Ahsoka: Your father was very practical in his teachings. Less talking was always better with him, more practice. But it came for the cost. Most things I learned in the middle of work. And from mistakes I made, when not listening to him. I still remember how my mistake costed us dozen of ships. Sadness in her mind provided Luke with the unspoken words 'and people'. Ahsoka: Either way, he was mostly guiding my first steps, then telling me to figure it out as he was busy, then if I did good job, he congratulated. If not, he let me know what exacly went wrong and what to do next time, or rather what he would do in this situation. Luke: Similarly to how you treat me. Ahsoka: I suppose. Do you like this way of teaching? You got to remember, he was barely 20 back then, younger than you are now. He wasn't some elder giving me lectures on how to live. He was figuring it out with me.

It's a part of a dialog I wrote on the pages of my Star Wars fanfic.

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[headfulloffantasies]

Mandalorian Rest Stop

Ao3

Din interacts with the Jedi children at Luke’s Jedi Academy.

My Kofi

Din’s ship sat just beyond the lush green gardens of Luke Skywalker’s Jedi Academy. At the hottest part of the day, all the students were inside the domed building working on their mystic arts or whatever. Din bent under the wing of his ship, trying to get at the stubborn panel in need of realignment.

“Dank Farrec,” Din cursed the rivet that refused to budge.

“Dank Farrec,” a small squeaky voice answered. Din straightened up so fast he slammed his helmet on the panel above him. He spun around. A small sticky child stared back at him.

“Dank Farrec,” the child repeated. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing,” Din said quickly. “It’s a bad word. Don’t say it.”

“Dank Farrec,” the child giggled.

“Where is your handler?” Din looked around. The Jedi Academy didn’t keep as close eye on its youngsters as Din’s Covert had, but he was pretty sure all the kids were supposed to be training. Hence why Din was fighting with rusty rivets on his ship instead of spending time with Grogu.

The child plopped down in the dirt and started playing with a leaf like they had no intention of moving any time soon.

Din crouched next to them. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere?”

The kid did not answer. They had dirt smeared over their rosy cheeks and something blue staining their hands. Din made no assumption about age, considering his own child had been alive longer than him. But if he had to guess, he supposed the little one was four or five.

“If I pick you up, will you scream?” Din asked.

The child responded by lifting their arms and making grabby hands.

Din scooped the child into his arms. They immediately stuck their dirty fingers to his chest plate, leaving blue smears behind. The child laughed at their own reflection in the armour.

Din heaved a sigh. “Okay, let’s give you back to the Jedi now.”

“I’m a Jedi,” the child informed Din.

“I’m a Mandalorian,” he answered.

The child nodded, completely sombre.

Din walked into the main learning building of the Jedi Academy. In the common room, Luke had a group of children practicing levitating blocks of wood.

“This one is yours,” Din dropped the child at Luke’s feet. They reached back for Din with sticky, grabby hands.

“There you are, Lana,” Luke smiled. “Did you have fun with the nice Mandalorian?”

Lana looked up into Luke’s face. “Dank Farrec!”

Luke’s expression turned brittle. Din buried his head in his hands.

“I didn’t do it,” Din said into the dark of his gloves. He lifted his head.

Luke bent to speak to Lana. “That’s not a nice phrase, honey. Let’s try something more polite, okay?”

Lana nodded, all sweetness and sugar again.

Din turned to leave. Something whizzed past his face and struck the back of his helmet. Din stumbled, caught off balance. He whipped around, hand on his blaster.

The wooden blocks the kids were lifting dropped, except for the one still circling Din’s head.

All of the kids laughed while a single boy’s eyes widened in fear. The block hit the ground. “I’m sorry,” he stammered. Din remembered his name was Holden.

Luke glanced between Din and Holden.

Din let out a shaky breath. “It’s alright. Don’t do it again.”

Holden nodded so hard Din thought he might hurt himself. Din waved good-bye to Luke and went back to fixing his ship.

Luke invited Din to join Grogu and the other students for an evening meal around a campfire on the lawn. Din declined, until Luke informed him Grogu was throwing a tantrum at not having his father’s attendance.

Din lifted his head to the stars and wondered what he’d done to deserve this. Actually, no, he deserved a lot worse for his actions. He could sit through a meal with some kids.

Din took it back after five minutes around the campfire. He’d rather face a mudhorn again than spend mealtimes around children. They shrieked and screamed every time the fire crackled. They held their cooking sticks over the fire and dropped more into the flames than they managed to eat. Lana somehow got condiments in her hair.

Din picked up Grogu. “Don’t be friends with her, okay? You already have too many bad habits.”

Grogu blinked at him and made bubbles. Prime example.

Din settled Grogu on his lap with a plate of some kind of sausage. He passed bite sized chunks of meat to his kid.

Luke came out of the dark and sat next to Din. “Not so bad, is it?”

Din made a non-committed grunt.

Holden, one of the older students, came bouncing over to Luke. “Will you tell us a campfire story?”

Luke laughed. “You’ve already heard all my stories.”

“Tell us about the Death Star,” a dark-haired kid named Ryan piped up. The other children shouted their dissent or agreement in equal measure.

“What about the Mandalorian?” A voice rose about the rest. “Tell us a story Mando!”

Din stiffened. The kids all quieted, settling to watch him with rapt hope. Even Luke turned to him with expectation.

Din shuffled Grogu in his lap. “I don’t know any campfire stories.”

“You must know some stories,” Luke suggested. “A Mandalorian story?”

“Only the story of the Mythosaur,” Din said. The kids waited in a hush. Din sighed. In a stilted tone he told them the myth of how the first Mandalorians tamed the great creatures and used them to defeat their enemies. He arrived at the end of the tale to complete silence. Din flushed under his helmet.

“I’m not much of a storyteller,” he admitted.

“Tell us another!” Ryan demanded. He waved a cup of blue bantha milk and spilled half of it on the ground. “Tell us a bounty hunting story.”

Din looked to Luke for permission. The Jedi smiled his encouragement.

Din racked his brains. “One time,” he started. “I hunted a man to the edges of the Great Green Swamp.” Din let the tale unfold off his tongue. He outlined the perilous trek through the treacherous marshes, the harrowing escapes from the various wild beasts, and the shootout once Din finally found his man.

He paused there. Din realised telling the children that he’d killed the man probably was not a good idea. The kids all stared at Din. They looked ready to leap out of their seats.

“What happened to him?” Lana’s huge eyes bored into Din’s visor.

Din closed his mouth and swallowed hard. “He lived a very happy life,” Din squeaked. “He did not fall into any swamp pits or drown at all.”

“Right,” Luke clapped his hands together. “Dessert and then bed.”

Din took Grogu back to the ship for the night. In the quiet of their berth, Din removed his helmet. “No more campfires, okay?”

Grogu only snuggled into Din’s neck and let out a snore. Din decided that was a yes.

Din woke to a scuffling noise. His eyes snapped open. Grogu sat up on Dins’ chest, making cooing noises at the door. Din turned his head. The sounds got closer. He reached for his helmet.

The door whooshed open. Din slammed the helmet over his face.

Three tiny faces screamed. Grogu screamed back.

Din jumped out of bed. The kids scrambled backwards. He recognised Holden, Ryan, and the newest student, Trystan.

“Sorry! We didn’t mean to-,” Holden started.

“Is this where Grogu sleeps?” Ryan demanded. Trystan cowered behind Holden’s back.

Din stared at the intruders. He was very aware he was wearing only his flight suit and all his armour and weapons sat stacked across the room. His feet were bare.

“What are you doing here?” He finally managed to ask.

Ryan screwed up his face. “Do you sleep wearing that?” He pointed at Din’s helmet.

“I asked you a question,” Din snapped.

Ryan had enough wherewithal to drop his gaze. He scuffed a boot on the floor. “We wanted to see Grogu.”

Grogu babbled from the bed at the sound of his name. Din put one hand on his tiny head without looking away from the boys.

“How did you get on the ship? I locked the doors.”

Holden and Ryan exchanged a look. “We used the Force.”

Din’s brain became a screen of static. He really hated the Force some days.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said.

The boys nodded. “I’m sorry,” Holden said again.  

Din sighed. “Does Luke- Master Skywalker know you’re here?”

All three boys shook their heads and wouldn’t look at Din.

“Go tell him what you’ve been up to,” Din pointed towards the ship’s ramp. The boys scampered away.

Din closed the door behind them.

Grogu whined. Din looked down at him. “What are the chances there’s such a thing as Force proof locks?”

 Luke planned an expedition to the top of a mountain as a Jedi exercise. Din approved wholeheartedly that most of the kids had too much energy and needed to run it out. He wished Luke luck.

Luke pressed his lips together. “I was asking if you would come with us. I would appreciate having someone with survival skills around in case we run into trouble.”

Din sighed in the privacy of his helmet. “I am not carrying anyone up a mountain. Least of all you,” he said.

Luke grinned. “Did I ever tell you about my Master Yoda?”

They made it to the top of the mountain with only mild complaining from the Jedi students. For this exercise Luke decided only to bring his oldest students. Tami, Holden, and Jameson trekked after their Master with Din bringing up the rear.

Tami tended to bolt off the path after whatever caught her eye. Jameson was easy to keep track of because of his bright red hair. Holden stayed as far as he could get from Din for the entire trip.

When they reached the peak, Luke decided they all needed to meditate. Each kid went off a little way and chose a spot to sit quietly. Din did a quick perimeter check to stave off the boredom. He came back through the trees and noticed Jameson had chosen to sit at the very edge of the mountain’s sheer drop.

“We’re getting awfully close to the edge here,” Din said as he came up behind Jameson.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Jameson answered.

A rumbled echoed up from the ground. Jameson snapped wide eyes to Din.

The ground buckled under Din’s boots. Din had a split second to act. He snatched up the kid and tossed him hard. Jameson hit solid ground just as the edge of the cliff gave.

Din fell. He tumbled end over end.

He activated his grappling line. The grapple caught on the cliffside. The jolt at the end of the rope nearly pulled Din’s arm from its socket. Din swung hard back towards the rockface. Din slammed into the rock. Something in his shoulder popped. Din couldn’t bite back the shout of pain. Lightning raced from his shoulder to his fingertips. Din ground his teeth past the nauseating pain. He hung suspended by his ruined arm over the thirty-foot drop. Din forced himself to take several deep breaths.

Din reached for the cliffside with his good arm. Every little movement sent another shock of agony through his shoulder. Din managed to cling to the rockface. He scrambled and found a footing. The sheer relief of taking the pressure off his shoulder almost made Din sob.

He looked up. The crumbled edge of the cliff seemed miles away. How on earth he was going to climb up there with only one arm, Din didn’t know.

A sound caught in Din’s ears. He looked down. Luke scrambled at the bottom of the cliff. Din wondered how he got down there so fast without breaking his neck.

Luke waved his arms and shouted. Din couldn’t understand him.

Luke closed his eyes and lifted his hands. Something pulled at Din’s grip on the cliffside. Din panicked and clutched harder. The energy tugged at him gently.

“Don’t!” Din shouted.

Luke either didn’t hear him or ignored him. The Force pried Din from the cliffside. Din flailed in midair. He felt cradled in something firm as beskar, but so obviously insubstantial as a cloud. Din’s heart skipped at the sight of nothing but air between himself and the ground so far below. Slowly, Din descended down to Luke’s level. Luke released Din gently on his feet. Din swayed and almost collapsed.

Luke grabbed Din by his shoulders. Din groaned.

“You’re hurt,” Luke’s eyes widened. “I can help.”

“Don’t,” Din tried to push him away. “I can take care of it-.”

Luke unbuckled Din’s pauldron unfairly fast. Luke eased the shoulder armour off with surprising gentleness. He braced his hands over the dislocated joint.

Din reminded himself to breath.

Luke wrenched the shoulder back into the socket. Din swallowed his shout. The moment the pain passed, relief flooded Din’s veins. The awful strain in his muscles relaxed.

“Thank you,” Din said.

“You saved Jameson’s life,” Luke said quietly.

“You would have done the same,” Din answered.

Luke laughed. “I’d be a bloody streak on the cliffside if I’d tried that.” He surveyed Din with his earnest blue eyes. “The Force moves around you, Din Djarin.”

 Luke insisted Din join the students for dessert after dinner that night. Din arrived in the mess hall holding his injured arm in a sling. Grogu didn’t like it. Din’s heart twisted at the sight of his son trying to wiggle out of Luke’s grasp to heal Din.

Din reached over and pinched Grogu’s ear. “Eat your cake. I’m okay, ad’ika.”

“What does that mean?” Lana’s tiny face popped up next to Din’s knee. “Ad’ika. What does it mean?”

“It’s Mando’a for son or daughter,” Din explained.

Lana huffed in disappointment. Cleary she’d hoped for more swear words. She stomped away.

Luke’s eyes danced in the light from the lamps. “You’re very good with kids, Din.”

“Am not,” Din answered. He pointed to his son dribbling cake frosting on Luke’s cloak. “This one doesn’t listen to anything I say.”

Something crashed into Din’s back. Din twisted, wrenching his shoulder painfully. Stick thin arms wrapped around Din’s chest from behind. Jameson’s teary face came into focus leaning on Din’s armour.

“I’m so glad you’re not dead,” Jameson hiccupped. “When you went over the edge, I thought you died.”

Din carefully reached around to pat Jameson on his bright red hair. “I’m alright. So are you.”

Jameson nodded. He extricated himself from Din and wiped his running nose on his sleeve.

Din didn’t know what else to say. “Do you want some cake?”

He held out the slice Luke had politely put in front of him even knowing he wouldn’t eat it.

Jameson shook his head. He sniffed and then waved and rejoined the group of boys playing a game at the other table.

Din looked over at Luke to ask what on earth had just happened.

Luke gave him a smirk. “The kids like you.”

“I saved his life, he better like me,” Din grumbled half-hearted.

“You’ve become like a weird uncle to half these kids.”

Din blinked behind his visor. “I’m weird? They have magic mind powers!”

[fandomtrashoe]

In honor of Kenobi airing soon and my hopes of more Obi-Wan fanfiction content (because there is a lack of it) I'm sharing my playslist trilogy again.

This is part one which in my mind refers to a lovestory during his padawan time (with another padawan) up until episode 1 and him taking over the time consuming duty of looking after Anakin.

But it can be anything you want and let it inspire you. It is still a work in progress and I find new songs and add them all the time.

[swinfinities]

Long Live the Queen: Part Nineteen

The Star Destroyer Devastator (and its hapless stowaways) dropped out of hyperspace several, very tense hours later. The plan was unchanged, of course. Just that it was going to take place somewhere else in the galaxy they weren’t expecting.

“Do we have any idea where in the galaxy we are?” Padmé asked, looking out the wide viewport of the Ghost’s cockpit.

“The navicomputer is shut down,” Hera replied. “No way of knowing unless we get some kind of visual confirmation.”

“I don’t see anything out there but the blackness of space,” K-2 said.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” said Padmé. “It means you don’t see an Imperial fleet waiting for us.”

“Okay. It’s now or never,” said Hera. “Chopper, go with K-2 and get the hatch open. Hopefully Ahsoka’s team has fared alright without us.”

*****

“Right on schedule,” Lieutenant Kirkaard said. The dagger-like shape of an Imperial Star Destroyer shot out of hyperspace directly in front of them.

“Six-point-three kilometers and closing,” her copilot called out.

“Quickly, transmit the signal to the Ghost before they have a chance to jam our comms,” said Kirkaard.

Her copilot hit a few switches. “Uplink complete,” he said. “The Ghost has sent confirmation.”

“Copy that. Beginning evasive maneuvers,” said Kirkaard.

“It won’t help,” the copilot said. “We’ll be within tractor beam range in moments.”

“You don’t want it to look like we were actually expecting them, do you?”

“Fair point.”

The ship suddenly shook violently. The hull creaked and the engines whined against the invisible force that had taken hold of them.

“Rebel UT-60D transport,” the intercom crackled. “This is the ISD Devastator. You are caught within our tractor beam. Shut down your engines and prepare to be boarded. Noncompliance will result in the complete destruction of your vessel.”

Obediently, Kirkaard switched off the ship’s engines. They began to silently drift through space toward the Imperial ship.

“Well, we’re really in it now,” said the copilot. “I hope there wasn’t anyone that was having second thoughts.”

There was some light laughter from the crew behind them.

Ahsoka got up from her seat and stood between the two pilots. She closed her eyes for a moment.

“He is here,” she said. “I can sense him.”

“Who?” Kirkaard asked.

“Darth Vader.”

“You mean… he’s here?” Kirkaard said. “On this ship?”

“Yes. And he has no doubt sensed my presence as well.

The two pilots shared a frightened look.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka said. “That just means that everything is going according to plan.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure I like any plan that involves moving towards Darth Vader,” said the copilot.

“Like you said. It’s too late to turn back now,” said Kirkaard.

The U-Wing was pulled steadily closer to the Star Destroyer. Eventually they passed into its massive shadow as they were drawn underneath, towards the central hangar bay.

They could see an entire platoon of white-armored stormtroopers waiting for them on the floor of the hangar.

“Too many to fight off,” said Kirkaard.

“A good Jedi always seeks to find an alternative to fighting,” said Ahsoka. “Sometimes the smartest move is to surrender.”

“We’ll follow your lead, Commander.”

Ahsoka stepped down from the cockpit to peer through the window on the side of the door in the crew compartment. A squad of stormtroopers was lining up in front of the hatch, weapons at the ready.

“Occupants of the rebel vessel!” A grey-suited Imperial officer shouted. “You are ordered to disembark from your craft with your weapons lowered and your hands raised! If you attempt to resist, I will order my troops to open fire!”

Ahsoka looked back at the handful of Rebel troops behind her. They all nodded, silently telling her to go.

Ahsoka pressed the key to open the door. The stormtroopers raised their weapons.

“We surrender,” Ahsoka said, raising her hands above her head. She stepped out of the ship and onto the deck of the hangar. The rest of the soldiers followed.

“Ah, a smart rebel,” the Imperial officer said, his voice dripping with contempt. “Who would have thought? Take their weapons,” he ordered the troopers. They began to snatch the Rebel’s weapons from them. One of them took Ahsoka’s lightsabers from her waist.

Ahsoka felt a sudden chill. It was a feeling she knew well. She had felt it many times before, surrounding Count Dooku, Asajj Ventress, and even General Grievous. Servants of the Sith. Of the Dark Side. It was an angry feeling. A hateful feeling. It felt like pure, unfettered rage. Like the perfect absence of love.

Now that feeling surrounded someone she never thought she would see again.

Especially not like this.

The tall, black figure of Darth Vader strode into the hangar bay. Each of his steps hit the ground with purpose. Though they were hidden behind that terrible mask, Ahsoka could feel his eyes directly on her.

She could sense the fear of those around her—not just her rebel companions, but the Imperials as well. Fear had always been a weapon of the Sith, Ahsoka knew. And Darth Vader wielded it better than anyone she had ever seen.

Lord Vader marched past his troops, stopping directly in front of Ahsoka. She met his gaze, trying to imagine the eyes of Anakin Skywalker behind the mask—but failing.

No one dared speak. The only sound in the hangar was Vader’s rhythmic, mechanical breathing.

“You are foolish to come here,” he said at last. His voice was low and booming.

The Sith Lord turned to his officer. “What of the Rebel base on the surface?” asked Vader.

The officer stammered for a few moments. “Er—the scanners have revealed several structures, but they appear to be abandoned. If the Rebels were here, they must have fled. However, I should note that the thick jungles make it difficult to get any accurate reading. I have a team standing by to travel to the surface to conduct a more thorough search.”

“Very good. Tell them to depart immediately. Report to me personally, Commander, if you find anything.”

“Y-yes my Lord. As you wish.”

The officer bowed awkwardly and marched off.

Vader returned his attention to the captured Rebels.

“Sergeant,” said Vader. A stormtrooper officer beside him snapped to attention. “This is their leader. Bind her, and deliver her to the brig. Execute the rest.”

“No!” Ahsoka said, stepping forward. “We have already surrendered ourselves to you! We are your prisoners!”

“You have your orders, Sergeant,” Vader said.

Ahsoka reached out with the Force, pulling her lightsabers from the hands of the Stormtrooper. They flew toward her open hands, but stopped midair. Vader’s own power kept them steady.

“Do not be so hasty, Padawan,” said Vader. “Even you must realize you are outmatched. Even if you try to resist, you will save no one. They were dead the moment your ship landed in this hangar.”

Ahsoka did not release her mental grip on the lightsabers. She strained with every ounce of her will to pull them into her hands. But it was no use.

“Ready your weapons,” Vader ordered. The stormtroopers raised their rifles, each aiming at one of the Rebels behind Ahsoka.

Ahsoka finally relented, letting go of her grip on the lightsabers. They both snapped into Vader’s gloved hands. She refocused herself and summoned a storm within the Force, pushing it outward and throwing the squad of stormtroopers off their feet.

“Go!” she shouted at the Rebels, ordering them to get back on the ship. But all six soldiers were dangling in the air, hanging by the invisible threads of the Force. They all clawed at their own throats, struggling to breathe.

Ahsoka heard the unmistakable snap-hiss of a lightsaber being ignited. A blinding red flurry shot past, whipping through the air and through the bodies of the soldiers.

Six dead rebels fell to the deck of Vader’s ship, charred and mangled. The Sith Lord’s lightsaber obediently returned to its master’s wicked hand.

“Now you see the true power of the Dark Side,” Vader growled. He turned back to the stormtrooper sergeant.

“If the base is abandoned, this Rebel group is likely only a diversion from some greater plot. Tell the captain to set a course for Scarif and depart with all possible speed. Ensure that all laser batteries are at high alert. If there are any more Rebel ships, I want them destroyed.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the stormtrooper replied.

“The rest of you,” Vader continued. “Will follow me and this Jedi to the brig.”

Ahsoka looked at the fallen bodies of her comrades. They had trusted her. Followed her into the belly of the beast. She had failed to keep them safe. She had fought a war before—this wasn’t the first time she had lost a soldier. But it never hurt any less. But now was not the time for mourning.

The stormtroopers quickly assembled themselves into a formation surrounding Ahsoka, with Vader at the head. He turned and started to leave, but suddenly stopped—the determination in his gait had vanished. His black helmet swiveled left and right, as if he were searching for the source of an unknown sound.

Ahsoka knew exactly why he stopped. A tremor in the Force. She had felt it too, the moment it had dropped out of hyperspace.

The Jedi were here.

Padmé was here.

[obilovesani]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obikin - Relationship, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker


Additional Tags: Protectiveness, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker, Relationship Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lust, Desperation, Sleep Groping, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Scent Kink, Biting, Minor Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Possessive Anakin Skywalker, Protective Anakin Skywalker, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi


Summary: He’d moved out long ago into Padme’s place; Obi-Wan called at first, but as the weeks went on the calls got scarcer and scarcer until finally, one day, there was never another call.

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Here’s another old fic I had in the closet for you guys :)) Hope you like it and now I’m back to work xx

[certifiedskywalker]

The Shadows of Practiced Parting - Ben Solo

MAJOR TROS SPOILERS

You grew up with Ben Solo by your side. So when you are given the order to find him and Rey on Exogol, you don’t hesitant. All you have is hope and a blaster and the love that lingered all these years for one Ben Solo.

AN: In light of TROS, I wanted to give Ben a more monumental moment (ideally one where he actually speaks, I’m not saying the way he...you know...isn’t good I just would have liked more). If you want more AU Ben Solo/Younger Ben Solo, let me know

You knew from the moment your ship landed on Exogol that something was wrong. You didn’t even stop to explain to the pilot as to why you had to go so quickly. You just started to run. You ran straight through, down, up, and over as quickly as you could. You maneuvered through the thick atmosphere and dodged lightning strikes with a deftness that you, yourself, had no idea that you possessed; maybe you didn’t.

Maybe it was the Force. From what Rey and General Leia had told you, the Force worked in a mysterious manner. You hadn’t understood it then. Rey told that, once, she jumped over the edge of a ravine and made it to the other side as if she had been gliding. What she described had frightened you: a guiding, lifting hand at her back, pushing her to where she needed to go. How could some invisible thing have such power?

In the moment, you were afraid. Now, you were beyond grateful. You knew that without the Force, you would never stand a chance of making it in time. In time for what, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you had a bad feeling about it.

It didn’t help that Exogol was terrifying or that the Sith planet’s clouded air made it hard to breathe. In fact, your surroundings made everything worse. From the large stone chains and looming statues, you didn’t know what to look at. You didn’t really want to look at any of it. But Leia’s last words rang in your head with each, scary step.

“Find him, Y/N. You know…”

The order was vague to the untrained ear but you did know. You knew what laid beneath the surface of General Organa’s last spoken words. She had told you to find him, her son, Ben Solo. At least, you hoped it was Ben you were running towards and not Kylo Ren. 

You had known him, Ben, before all of this. In the days after the fall of the Empire, you and Ben had grown up in the light of the New Republic. Together, you grew up on Chandrila, the budding center of the galaxy’s new government. Your whole childhood, each bruise, scrape, and tear, had been intertwined with Ben’s. 

In those early years, Leia became a notable Senator, spending more time on the floor than at home, and Han flew off on smuggling rungs masked as fringe missions. Their absence left you and Ben were to your own devices. Oh, the trouble the two of you caused...at your lowest points, when life in the Resistance got tough, you thought about those memories. You would think about the boy you knew and loved, about Ben Solo and his crooked smile. 

Once, you raided his mother’s stash of Barabel fruit and ate until you both had your respect fills. Afterward, you threw seeds at each other and joked about how they would grow where they fell in his backyard. Most nights, when his mother worked late and his father was off-planet, you’d stay with him. You would perch yourselves on the roof of his home and look at the stars; you would map out all the places you wanted to go, all the worlds you would visit together. Everything had felt so possible then.

The last memory you had of Ben Solo, not Kylo Ren, was the day he left. He had told you about his uncle, the Jedi Temple, all of it, late one night. You ran to his house the next morning, desperate to see him before he embarked on an adventure without you. You caught him right as he stepped onto the ship. Legs burning with exertion, you darted right up to him and captured him in the tightest hug. He wasn’t surprised by your presence; you realized later he must have sensed you through the Force. 

“I would have never left without saying goodbye,” he had said. You must have been crying because the memory of his face was blurry in your mind’s eye. All you remembered was his arms around you and Leia calling out for you. You stood at the Senators’ side as you watched her son fly off. Your legs still ached from running at you watched Ben Solo disappear into the sky above. He never came back to you.

Now, years after you last saw Ben Solo, that same ache was in your legs and there was a chance at seeing him again. It was that thought that drove you to keep going. You couldn’t let Leia down and you wanted, no, needed to see Ben. The idea of seeing him, not as Kylo or tainted by the darkness, as Ben, alive and yours again blinded you. Before you knew it, you were underground, in the dank and damp depths of Exogol.

Your breath swirled out from your mouth in a puff of steam. It was thick as smoke and only added to the murk of the caverns. Looming statues stared down at you as you tried to figure out which way to go. Four paths were open to you, none of them had any sign of where Rey and Ben may have gone. Panicked and angry, your hands curled into fists. 

Where were they? 

You gritted your teeth and took a trembling breath. Lightning and thunder crashed, only enhancing your fear. With the storm and the deep pounding of your heart in your chest, your mind grew muddled. Your breathing became rapid and closed your eyes as you fought for some sort of clearness.

Then you saw him. It was a memory, tattered and old, but strong nonetheless. You saw Ben, just when he decided to grow his dark hair out long, sitting cross-legged in front of you. It was after one of your many teenage heists; you knew because you were in one of the meadows outside Chandrila’s capital city. There was a breeze in the air the pushed the green grass into a small dance and stirred up Ben’s hair.

“Feel it?” His eyes were closed as you had watched him, although, due to your shrouded memory, his other facial features were clouded. “The Force.”

Your eyes flew open and the brightness of the sweet memory faded into the gloom of Exogol. The Force; why hadn’t you thought of it before? Days before Ben left to the Jedi Temple, he had told you all he knew about what he would be learning. That included the mystical Force that surrounded everyone and everything.

“Alright,” you whispered to yourself, “let’s see what you got.”

You closed your eyes, just as Ben did in your memory, and let yourself feel. Air, all around, turned electric; as if it were made of some living, breathing thing. Letting the feeling overtake you, your feet started to move on their own volition. 

“I feel it.” With each step, the sensation grew stronger. Your confidence rose with every bound over new ground. It was as if Ben and you were never thrown apart; aways connected. The feeling rushed up in your chest and, with one final step, you opened your eyes.

The sight that greeted you nearly broke you.

Ben sat, visibly bruised and bloodied, his gaze distant as he turned to look at you. When your eyes found his dark ones, his lips parted, trembled. Limp, in Ben’s arms, was the lifeless body of Rey. Her face was ashen, body unnaturally relaxed. She was dead.

You knew she was gone when you saw her. As you moved closer, saw her open, unblinking eyes, you could feel the cold around them. But Ben, Ben was alive and looking at you with wide eyes. His full lips were still parted in an open frown. He was hurting.

“We need to go,” you whispered, resting a hand on his shoulder. You could feel his heated skin beneath the fabric; a warmth that grounded you. A warmth you had gone without for so long. Ben was back. “Ben.”

“Y/N.”

You crouched down at his side, helped him hold Rey’s up. Softly, you squeezed his shoulder. “We can take her but we need to go, Ben. Please.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean?” Ben looked at you, his deep dark eyes full of knowing. You shook your head. “No, I just got you back.”

For the first time in too long, Ben Solo smiled. Carefully, he lowered Rey to the ground. Her body laid flat against the cold stone as he moved his hands to your face. Ben’s hands were cold as they cupped your cheeks but the warmth from his smile was enough to soothe you.

“I know what I have to do. I have the strength to do it,” he said softly, “but could have never left without saying goodbye.”

“Ben,” you whimpered, “please.”

“It’s alright.” Ben brushed his thumb along your cheek. “I’m alright.”

You lifted your hands to his face, hoping beyond hope he didn’t mean what he was saying. His dark hair fell around your fingers and you found yourself getting lost in his eyes. The blue light around you softened his features; the features he dared to hide beneath Kylo Ren’s mask. Ben had broken through the cracks in Ren’s armor and he was before you now.

“Y/N, I-”

“I know,” you whispered and, before you could beg him to stay one last time, Ben pressed his lips to yours.

In that kiss, you felt everything that you and Ben could have been. Your skin was warmed under the light of twin suns and Ben’s touch. You could hear his laugh and feel a breeze in your hair. Had the kiss been shared under different circumstances, it would have been a promise; a promise for a life after this.

But Ben pulled away and you let your hands fall from his hair. There was nothing to be said. There never really was. You had both sensed it, the loved you shared when you were younger. There was no need to label it then just as there wasn’t any point now. 

Instead, you let quiet fall over you both and watched him. You took in every moment, every detail, every edge he had to offer. With your eyes, you traced the slope of his nose and soft line of his jaw. You watched his hands as they moved, rested on Rey’s stomach, and how his lashes fanned out against his cheek when he closed his eyes.

His focus was mesmerizing and you couldn’t take your eyes away. Even when Rey gasped, when color returned to her face, your attention was still on Ben. He moved to help Rey sit up and the girl turned to meet your gaze. Her dark brows furrowed and she looked back at Ben with confusion.

“What’s going…”

Ben only smiled at her then at you. You reached towards him, placed your hand on the side of his face. He leaned into your touch and let out a shaking breath. You didn’t need to close your eyes to feel the Force around him shift. It was there one moment, then gone in the next. 

Ben fell to his side, his head resting in your lap. Rey lunged towards him but you knew he was already gone. There was a stinging in your eyes as girl tried to pull him back up. You stroked Ben’s hair for the last time before too familiar tears blurred your vision.

Ben’s body faded away and the weight of his life disappeared. Your hand closed into a tight fist around his shirt as Rey pulled you to your feet. You could hear her speaking to you, telling you that you had to get out of there. She led you out of the Sith fortress, helped you as you stumbled over your own feet.

“I found him,” you whispered as Rey guided you to the ship waiting to take off. 

“You found me,” a low voice echoed in your mind. You closed your eyes and you felt him there with you. Then, there was another voice.

“No one is ever really gone.”

[maisstories]

Any Star Wars nerds around? Clone wars and legends materials required. Hiring an assistant, payment through angsty one shots.

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1500s. During a civil war, Rey is taken as a prisoner of war by Kylo Ren. Sick of being mocked by his friends for being a virgin, he offers her freedom from confinement in exchange for taking her to bed to practise on before he is married. As their physical relationship develops, they begin to bond and as the war grows closer to their gates, both most decide which side they will stand with. | Rated E

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Chapter Fourteen  -  Read on AO3

“Being an orphan means you have to defend your space.” She shrugged. “Had my nose broken a few times, couple of cracked ribs, wicked headaches, but I was stubborn and won out in the end.”

“Surprising that.”

“Extremely shocking.”

“Wouldn’t have known if for looking at you.”

“I’ve been thinking of getting a sign.”

“Saying what? Female but handy with a sword?”

“I defeated Kylo Ren should be enough I think.”

“Once!” He protested.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Would you like it to be?”

“Why, you feeling up to it?”

📖 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐬𝐢𝐱 | 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐭𝐞𝐧 | 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

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59? 😊

59. “Why I joined tumblr” (full list here)

Mmm… I’ve been on tumblr since around when UL came out, but I only lurked for about one year, I joined just to follow people for guides and news about MCL and SW stuff. Then, early this year, I started writing fanficions and posting them on ao3, and at some point I thought that I should also share them on tumblr and also that I have lots of thoughts and theories about the games I play and books I read and I why don’t I shate them with the world writing on my own blog?! 🤔 and that’s how I actually started properly using tumblr in March. I consider myself still a noob of this website, I only recently figured out a way to follow tags and tumblr shows me my own posts most of the time so there must be something I’m doing wrong 😫