#the idea that she would even look twice at obi

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #4: "This idiot is so down bad, your honour."

Anakin looked out at the campsite and huffed a tired breath. As his eyes flickered through the Clones and Jedi, he happened to catch sight of a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in two years.

He approached her curiously, gently touching her arm to get her attention.

"Y/N?" He asked as he took in her face again. It had to be her. "It can't be..."

"Who are you?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed as she wondered how he knew her name.

"It's me, Anakin!" He said, smiling.

"Ani?" She recalled, and the use of his nickname sent chills down his spine. Her face broke out into a grin as she recognized him and she jumped in joy. "Whoa!" Anakin laughed, joining into her childish outburst of emotion.

"How did you-"

"What are you-"

They giggled as he picked her up in his arms and twirled her around in pure bliss, not caring who saw.

She was back.

He had his Y/N back!

"Maker, I missed you so much!" She said, smiling ear-to-ear.

"I missed you, too! I mean, look at you!" He exclaimed, looking for the right choice of words. "You're grown-up now!"

She giggled, cupping his face in her hands and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. "And you... look how handsome you are now! I didn't think you could get any more beautiful but you look divine..."

He smiled at her in that way that she remembered, how his eyes would sparkle and his adorable dimples would show; that same smile that made her knees buckle still had the same effect on her.

"Me? Have you seen you? You're- you're stunning." He breathed and smiled like an idiot when she hugged him again.

"Master, Master Kenobi and I- oh." Ahsoka said, approaching the two friends.

"Master? You have a Padawan now?" She asked, smirking. "I never would have guessed it."

"Neither would I," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahsoka, this is Y/N, she's my best friend!"

"It's nice to meet you." The young girl smiled, offering her a nod.

"Oh, please, the pleasure is all mine." She grinned, nodding back. "Is he a good Master?"

"Yeah, he's okay." Ahsoka teased, and Anakin mocked offense by putting a hand on his chest.

"Uh, excuse me!" He said, but he couldn't keep a straight face, making Y/N laugh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fullness when he heard her laughter leave her lips. Now it was just like when they were Padawans, when he used to make a stupid joke in an inappropriate moment and they'd hold back their snorts until they were forced to, only to burst out laughing the minute they were free until tears beaded up in their eyes.

"Um, why don't I show you around a bit?" Anakin offered.

"Maybe you can show her your tent..." she teased without thinking.

"Ahsoka!" He responded through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at her.

Y/N's cheeks tinted a soft pink, but she regained her composure to answer. "I'd love to, but I have a few things to do right now."

His expression fell slightly, like a puppy who was being denied a chance to go for a walk. "How about we catch up later this evening?"

He immediately smiled again, agreeing without thinking twice. "Of course, that would be perfection!"

He internally cringed at his choice of words. Nice going, you jackass.

Y/N just giggled at his goofiness, and hugged him again. "Great. I'll see you later, Ani." She said and left a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Ahsoka." She smiled at the Padawan, who waved back with a small smile as she looked at Anakin, who was watching her walk away while his fingertips grazed the spot her lips touched oh so gracefully.

"You are folding so damn hard for her and I am here for it." She chortled.

"What?! No! No, no!" He denied immediately. He didn't think his crush on her was so obvious. Was it?

"What's going on here?" Obi-Wan asked as he walked towards Master and Padawan.

"Y/N's back." Anakin hurried to speak before Ahsoka.

His response made Obi-Wan guffaw as well.

"This idiot is so down bad, your honour." She explained after his outburst.

"Oh, you have no idea, young one."

"Oh, shut up..." he groaned, but still looked at the direction she went in with a longing expression.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka shared a knowing smile. She had never seen her Master, usually collected and suave, so head-over-heels for someone.

And she wasn't going to stop teasing him for the life of her.

[thatbxolivia]

daddy!anakin x little!reader, babysitter!padme x little!reader

an- idk this is an idea i had for awhile

warnings- injury, blood, abandonment issues

anakin had been busy the past few days. senate hearings, missions, jedi meetings. you felt he had no time for you. you forced yourself to be big and to ignore the part of you that wanted so badly to regress, and for the most part, you were doing a good job. anakin had no reason to believe that your emotions were boiling under the surface and it was only a matter of time before they spilled over.

today would be that day.

truthfully, you woke up feeling better than you had the past few days. the morning started off quite fine. anakin had, of course, already left for the day, and you were all alone in the house. you walked to the kitchen and found a note on the fridge.

“off to a few meetings. love you so much, be good. see you tonight.”

and that was it. tonight? he’d never left you alone this long before! you immediately began to freak out and cried, your little heart breaking. you didn’t even know how to contact obi-wan and ask him to come watch you. you were truly all alone.

you sat on the floor, still crying. you didn’t even have anyone to call! had he really left you all alone? the note didn’t say anything about a babysitter! but of course, why would he? he thought you were big.

a part of you was angry and upset. you’d never gone this long without regressing; was he really that blind? was he so caught up in his work, he’d forgotten about taking care of you? which, in and of itself, was a promise he made that he swore he’d never break? you felt truly by yourself with no one, he didn’t even leave the droids here. you wailed and began hitting your head against the cabinet door underneath the sink. you banged it a few good times, something you did when you were very upset. you usually never actually hit yourself, though, as anakin was usually there to thwart any attempts to harm yourself. you began to feel lightheaded and brought your hand up to touch where you hit, feeling the warm blood seep out. you cried even harder; now you were injured with no one to help you. is this how anakin would find you? alone on the floor bled out in the kitchen? you were having a full fledged panic attack now, and felt physically sick. you tried to get up, but your feet stumbled underneath you and you fell back down, smacking your head against the floor in a different spot. you wailed even harder, there’s no way this was actually happening to you. this had to be some awful nightmare.

you didn’t even register the light knocking at your door, but the person on the other side was quick to hear your cries. using the spare key anakin had given her, she unlocked both locks quickly and rushed in. she caught a glimpse of you, bleeding from your head and on the floor, crying. she was astonished, and very, very angry at anakin for leaving you unattended for this long. he should’ve called her sooner.

“what’s happened?!” you recognized padme’s voice. you couldn’t do anything but wail and hold your arms out, wanting a hug. but you didn’t want to ruin her very pretty dress. you lowered your arms and cried harder, padme rushing to you and giving you a hug regardless. “little one, what’s happened? please tell me.”

“f-f-fell.” you choked out, blood dripping down your forehead now.

“you’re bleeding in two spots! you fell twice?” she asked, shocked.

“h-hi-hit m-myself.” you confessed, utterly embarrassed. padme would have none of it.

“you poor thing.” she said. helping you up and to the bathroom, she had you sit on the toilet and began wetting a large towel and holding it to the two spots from which you were bleeding. “we’ll have a talk about this later, young lady. but you absolutely cannot hurt yourself.” she spoke softly but sternly. “you need a medical droid.” she uttered to herself, looking around. “where’s r2? 3po?”

“gone.” you sniffled.

“what?! what do you mean, ‘gone’?” she asked. you cried more.

“daddy took them.” you said, crying more as she wiped your tears. “i by myself.” you muttered out, still crying.

“oh, i’ll have a word with him. the audacity, by the Gods. he’ll never hear the end of this from me, i swear.” she muttered to herself, bustling around to get first aid supplies. she handed you another towel, as the current one was soaked now. “hold this to your head.” she positioned both of your hands so you held both spots. “i’m going to find a phone, call for medical assistance. then i’m calling anakin. yell for me if you need me or feel faint, i will be right back, okay?” she confirmed with you. all you could do was nod as you still were crying and found it hard to speak. she left momentarily and you heard her faintly in the living room. you sat there, wondering how you let it get this bad, then remembered. in all your fuss about being big and trying to be good and focusing on not being little, you’d forgotten your daily meds. you began to cry again, feeling utterly disappointed in yourself. you thought you’d been doing so good, only to find out you’d failed in the most basic self care. you hated yourself a little at this moment. padme soon returned with the phone, checking on your injuries. she sighed with relief, noticing the blood slowing. she dialed on the phone again, already having called a doctor to the residence, now it was as time for anakin to face her wrath.

“you’ve got some nerve!” she spoke before anakin could even get a word out. on the other end, obi wan was snickering, thinking this was some joke. “and tell obi wan to shut up, this isn’t a joke, she’s seriously hurt! i had to call a doctor! how could you leave her alone for this long before calling me?!”

“what happened?!” you heard your daddy on the other end. he sounded angry and you slinked back into your seat on the toilet. padme rubbed your shoulder soothingly.

“what happened? you failed!” she responded. you began to wince at the argument unfolding. padme noticed this and tried to ring it in. “how could you leave her alone for this long before calling me?” she repeated.

“how did she hurt herself?” daddy asked, worry evident in his voice. padme sighed.

“she was so scared you left this morning that she began to hit her head on- on- something. then she tried to get up and call for help, but she lost blood already, so she fell from being dizzy! that’s what happened, anakin.” she explained, still very upset with him. there was silence on the other end for a few moments. “hello?!” she asked.

“please let me speak to her.” he begged. padme sighed and looked at you, you nodding. she handed you the phone and she took over holding the towel to your cuts until the doctor arrived.

“daddy?” you sniffled.

“babygirl, what happened?” he asked. he was caught so off guard by this, but padme was right. he failed. he should’ve seen this coming.

“been so long since-since…” you trailed off, beginning to cry again, the sobs wracking your body.

“okay, okay.” daddy reassured you. “i’ll finish this meeting and come home immediately, i’ll find someone to fill in for me for everything else. you are the only thing that matters now.” he told you. “i love you so much.” he said. you tried to say it back.

“i love-“ you began to hyperventilate. “i l-love you, too.” you sobbed, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain setting in. you hated feeling this helpless. padme held your head against her abdomen and gave you a hug, rubbing your back. she let the towel fall as the doctor would be here soon and the blood had stopped flowing. you hiccuped and she took the phone and kissed your forehead.

“baby?” anakin asked, worried.

“it’s me.” padme said. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of her. but you need to come home soon.” she said, still angry but trying to remain calm.

“i am. i’ll be home as soon as i can.” anakin said, tears welling in his own eyes. he hardly ever cried but every time he did, it was for you. always.

“good.” was all she said before hanging up, hearing a knock at the door. she rushed over, letting the doctor in and explaining what happened. you were fixed up quickly and the two of them made sure to watch you take your morning dose of medicine. the doctor suggested you be watched closely for the next week or so to be sure no more behaviors like this made an appearance. padme thanked the man and walked him to the door, sighing when she opened the door to reveal anakin.

“is she alright?” anakin asked. padme sighed; shrugging, she pointed to the doctor, who repeated what he’d told her. anakin sighed, realizing you haven’t been on your meds. “it’s my fault, i’m her caretaker, i should’ve noticed.”

“if you’re really her caretaker, then, yes you should have,” the doctor stated simply, pulling out his card. “please do call if she shows any more symptoms.” he said and took his leave, waving goodbye. padme glared at anakin before turning on her heel to go check on you again.

“hi, honey. daddy is here.” she said, walking into your room where you now sat on the floor. you looked up, sniffling, and saw your daddy. you held your arms up and he picked you up swiftly, holding you in his arms.

“babygirl, daddy missed you so much,” daddy said to you, kissing your forehead gently. “i’m so sorry, babygirl.” he told you, tears in his eyes. you looked at him sadly.

“i’m sorry, too.”

“you have nothing to be sorry for. i’m the one who messed up, and i take full responsibility for it.” he said. you sniffled again, feeling more tears pool. “let’s put you down for a nap, babygirl. daddy will be here when you wake up, i promise you.” he told you, setting you down on your bed and pulling the comforter over you. you snuggled in and clutched your bear, looking at your daddy.

“daddy?”

“yes, babygirl?”

“i’m sorry for not taking my medicine.” you cried.

“don’t be sorry, babygirl. daddy will handle that from now on. you don’t worry about a thing, just be my little girl for awhile. okay, baby?” he asked you, gently kissing your forehead again. you nodded, wiping the tears.

“i love you, daddy.”

“i love you, too, baby. so much.”

[frostbitebakery]

I'm so in love with all of your art. My favorites have to be Codywan, Cody and Obi-Wan separately, and your cursed series art.

May I ask how you came up with the idea for the cursed commanders and Boba Fett series?

Ahhhh this message was the best way to wake up! Thank youuuu 💜💜💜

The Unlucky Ones, my beloveds! That one started like all the others: I went “lmao wouldn’t it be cool” and then it grew into a monster of a concept and venus flytrapping @adiduck in the process.

TUO started because for Halloween I had already Eldritched Obi-Wan so it was Cody’s turn.

I love character design. I like to play around with the given themes or throw them into the ocean and do my own thing. So every time for character designs it really does start out like, “I want to draw that character in these clothes”. There’s no plan. That always happens along the way.

For TUO!Cody I wanted him scary but still being Cody. I thought about typical Halloween things and went with skeletons. Mainly because of the white armor and I thought how cool it would look if the armor was shaped like bones. But I didn’t want the armor to look scary, I wanted him to look scary (and badass) (and like a sexy bastard). While looking for bone refs, I saw enough skulls in different positions. Some of them looked like they were screaming, howling. And I thought, duuuuuuuuude. Duuuuuuude. A skeleton projection rising out of Cody and growing taller and lifting its arms and rushing forward with a scream while Cody stands there like 😎??? YES. LET’S DO THAT.

So the concept of the Curse was born.

It always starts as a visually appealing concept. I try to make sense of my decisions later.

For the other Commanders I thought about how to apply the Cody concept art on them. I didn’t want to copy paste the armor design. But I also wanted them to visually belong together in the same verse.

The designs should be distinct and representative of each character. Even if some details seem questionable at first glance, I always want them to make sense in context. So I add snippets to basically explain myself.

Wolffe’s armor in canon went from red to grey in grief and is rather neat with stenciled designs. For TUO!Wolffe I wanted to up that grief given what Wolffe goes through in TUO. The grey canon design turned into rotten fabric and veils. Which turned Wolffe into a banshee-inspired design. The armor design is reminiscent of those fluttering torn fabrics that indicate a tragedy happened here and the grief is ever present. Going with the banshee and with how I deformed Cody’s face, Wolffe got a deformed jaw (think The Mummy when the corpse screams) which he hides behind a bandana.

Adi suggested beauty in decay for Bly. So he’s got flowers growing out of him. And I desperately needed a reason for him to tell Aayla “General, hold my flower”.

Fox has a deformed back which is only known so far to Adi and me. He started with the little white tufts of hair bc I love that on him and wanted it for TUO!Fox. By then it was already established that their hair goes white with each death. So that meant if I wanted the Fox ears, Fox had to have died twice already. Things like that were the reasons the backstory avalanched into a monster. And suddenly you go from “aww, the white hair looks like ears so cute!!” to “actually Cody killed his brother in training because how the Curse was genetically modified and added to the Commanders makes them go into a berserker state” to “the non-command class clones have instated containment protocols for when a command clone goes berserk”.

Now Ponds. Ponds had to survive. I’m not spoiling his whole story but his character design was inspired by “rising like a phoenix out of the ashes”. So his armor has bird bones and wing bone structures. And with how he looks, his backstory makes perfect sense and is heartbreaking.

Boba was a request by a dear friend. He’s not cursed in TUO canon but my friend loves the design so much she asked if I couldn’t do a Boba design. So I did.

[kirayaykimura]

a day late and a keycard short

Obi had the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen on his arm, unfortunately. 

He was supposed to have a tall blonde in a distractingly low-cut gown as his date to the tedious silent auction he found himself trapped in for the evening. She would get their mark, Mr. Ernst Blofeld, for the evening to strike up a conversation with her using this eye contact trick she developed years ago (that only worked about forty percent of the time), float the idea that she and Obi were very open to a more private party, would he like to show them his hotel room?, and then drug him to the gills, steal the weapons he was about to sell, intercept the buyer later, and vanish into the night. Instead, his date was a short red-head in a collared gown and heels she clearly wasn’t confident walking in. The opposite of Blofeld’s type. The way his eyes traveled down her body and away without a second glance confirmed it. This would be-

“Oh, dear. I am so sorry!” Shirayuki said to Blofeld. Who she just stumbled into. 

-challenging. 

“You would do well to better control your woman,” Blofeld said to Obi, ignoring Shirayuki’s apology completely. 

And the old money flaunted its old-fashioned politics as well. Charming. 

Blofeld’s look of distaste morphed into a pained grimace when Shirayuki accidentally drove her stiletto into his toes. With soft leather like that, she was bound to leave a mark.

“Forgive me, I must have had one too many drinks tonight,” Shirayuki said. Yuzuri would’ve sold the clumsy drunk act better, but Shirayuki’s lack of commitment to the bit by not even attempting to slur her words was funnier. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” Obi said. Maybe, if Obi was lucky, he might be able to strike up a conversation with Blofeld later without the woman who had bodily harmed him twice and get a different plan rolling. Otherwise he’d have to get creative, and no one liked when he got creative in the field. 

Obi led her out of the hotel ballroom and towards the elevators across the lobby with a hand on the small of her back. If anyone asked, he would say he was only thinking about alternative plans to secure the drug later. He simply didn’t have the brain space to note the way the lace of her dress felt beneath the tips of his fingers or the heat of her body through the cloth. That would also be weird to note about a coworker so he absolutely did not do that, stop asking. 

He was so distracted, both thinking and not thinking, that he nearly stumbled over his own feet when Shirayuki pulled him into a corner of the area in front of the elevators. She was lucky he was naturally graceful, otherwise she’d be smushed against the wall right about now. 

Obi raised an eyebrow to silently ask what she was trying to do. Shirayuki pointed at the ceiling and mouthed, Dead spot. 

No cameras. Got it. 

Then, she slipped a key card out of her sleeve and flashed it at him triumphantly. 

“Damn, sticky fingers. Impressive,” Obi whispered, catching on to the fact that she had clearly pickpocketed Blofeld during her run-in. 

“I gave him mine, so that should buy us some time,” she whispered. 

He wouldn’t notice it was missing, and wouldn’t be able to burst in on them rummaging through his room with the key he did have. Not a bad plan at all. One day he’d stop being impressed by Shirayuki, maybe, but not today. 

“Let’s do it,” Obi said.

[sun-spice]

So I found a Star Wars Prequels x Ian Banks Culture oneshot in my notes app, and it's actually not too bad, if I do say so myself... Thought I might post it to Tumblr for the very niche audience that would be familiar with this crossover 😂

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: G, gen fic, no content warnings.

Summary: ANI was a warship, an uncrewed one as that, and for good reason. They were infamous among Special Circumstances for being one of the more reckless agents that the organisation employed, not exactly the ideal choice to entrust delicate organisms to.

So when a snippy human child forcibly boarded them... Well, they had no idea what to do.

She was kind of sweet though...

Their best friend and mentor was not impressed.

[tight beam, M8, tra@...]

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

Aggressive Negotiations Incoming, may I remind you of your quinquennial committee meeting. A meeting that was due to happen days ago, and yet I have not even glimpsed you on my scanners.

...

Aggressive Negotiations Incoming, ignoring me won't make the committee go away. I know you're receiving me.

...

ANI.

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       oGSV Hello There

Heeyyyy, sorry, I didn't catch your transmissions. I got held up.

xGSV Hello There

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Held up?

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Mmhmm.

xGSV Hello There

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Where?

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

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There was a whole shitshow going down near Antteria.

xGSV Hello There

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A shitshow near Antteria.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

That's what I said.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

And when, exactly, was this 'shitshow'?

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

A few days ago. I'm on my way, I promise.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

Antteria is a mere 10 systems away, not only would I have heard about said 'shitshow' by now, but you are a Rapid Offensive Unit, and the idea that you could not have gotten to me since then is laughable. Please do not insult my intelligence. What did you do?

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       oGSV Hello There

Uh. Fuck.

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ANI...

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SOimayhaveaccidentallyiswearididntmeantobutshejustkindofdiditanywayandthenicouldntjustleaveherthereand

xGSV Hello There

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I do so love when you speak to me in M32.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

So I sorta kinda kidnapped a human?

xGSV Hello There

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What. Who. Why?

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When?? Where??? Whom's'tve'd????

xGSV Hello There

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Explain, ANI. I swear, if this human's name ends with Naberrie dam Theed...

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What no! It's not Padmé this time. Look, I really was on my way, maybe I was a little late, but still. But then this kid shows up and is like. I want off this orbital take me with you, and the Hubs were being very suspiciously absent, and I'm like, no wtf. I've got a very important meeting to get to.

Anyway, so she somehow sneaks on anyway?? Which, violating much? And so I do the obvious thing and displace her. EXCEPT SHE SOMEHOW CAME BACK I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW. She did it twice, Hello There! Twice! I couldn't just keep displacing her, that's bad for organics' health.

So I said, fine, I'm dropping you off at a GSV and you're staying there. And that's why it's taken so long because she's not optimised for the speeds I usually go at. I don't know how you manage so many squishy people.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

A human managed to, essentially, commandeer you? Fascinating. How did she board without you realising? How did she reverse the displacements? This is the most interesting thing to happen in decades... Wait. You called her a kid, how old is she?

...

Oh dear.

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She's 13 okay it's not that bad.

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Oh little gods.

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We might want to get her name out of her though, she refuses to tell me, for obvious reasons. I've just been calling her Snips.

xGSV Hello There

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Why 'Snips'?

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Because she's a snippy little thing! She called me 'Skyguy' in retaliation. Which honestly baffled me for a split microsecond, apparently it's because I'm 'a guy who flies in the sky'. Which. One: I fly in the stars, not the sky, because I'm a starship. And two: I'm not a guy, I'm a they thankyouverymuch, because I'm a starship.

xGSV Hello There

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Wow. That's rude.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

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I know! I'm starting to think the Hubs were so silent because they just didn't want anything more to do with her... She's not all bad though, she put up a tough front but then eventually she was like, sorry if the Skyguy thing was too far. And I'm internally like, you literally boarded me without consent but she's a kid so I just say it's fine. To which she then calls me Skyguy again, the little shit!

xGSV Hello There

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Is it just me, or do you actually like her?

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Maybe she's kind of cute...

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Mm. And she reminds you yourself, doesn't she? Reckless, won't be told no, poor understanding of boundaries, especially when it comes to other types of beings...

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>:(

xGSV Hello There

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You've grown a lot, dear one, you're not as bad you used to be. You were also with more intelligence and compassion than you knew what to do with.

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       oGSV Hello There

I'm a Mind, isn't that kind of a given?

xGSV Hello There

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Not as much as one would think. You were, also, very cute.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

True. I have met GSV Your Lack of Faith Is Unfortunate. Also, aaaaaa.

xGSV Hello There

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It does have... A tendancy of providing less-than-helpful commentary. Don't let it know I said that, though. It tries its best and it means well.

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Hello There! Badmouthing your fellow committee members, for shame!

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Yes, yes, yes. Now, about your human problem. I don't suppose you could provide me an image of her for me to run through my databases? Antteria is not responding to my transmissions.

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Sure. Here. [24 MB package, tra@...]

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Oh, what a delightfully distinctive pan-humanoid phenotype, lekku and montrals. I wonder if that's standard for her. But, hmm. A few hundred million with similar features, far less in her age range... Otherwise nothing, unfortunately.

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Hmm...

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Do you know why she was so insistent on leaving?

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

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No, I guess I'll have to ask her. She can stay with you for a bit, right?

xGSV Hello There

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Of course! That was never in question. I'm not hurting for passenger space, I've only got around 800 million sentients aboard, currently.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

800 million... General Systems Vehicles, honestly.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

I've had more at other points in time.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

A true proud mama tooka.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

It's good work.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

I'm sure it is but I'd go crazy around the 100s mark.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

You've rarely had crew, let alone passengers. It would take some getting used to, but I think they would grow on you.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

Yeah, literally. No thanks.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

Anyway, I think I know some people she can stay with, I'm speaking with them now about it and they're enthusiastic to have a guest. You should talk to her and a get better feel for the situation.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

Already have been, I'll leave you to your passenger wrangling and tell you about it in a bit.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

Excellent. Also, don't think I have forgotten about that meeting.

xROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

       oGSV Hello There

Fuck you very much.

xGSV Hello There

       oROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming

:)c

"I had my reasons." Snips said, aiming for flippant but landing on tense, arms crossed defensively.  That, or maybe she was cold in that tube top. The habitat plate they'd left was on the warmer side, especially when compared to ANI's usually less-than-habitable interior. They hadn't had to exert so much energy into heating their karyai in years.

ANI scowled through their favourite avatar, a masculine humanoid with a mix of biological and metal parts, who they termed Anakin in human naming fashion.

"This whole thing was obviously well thought out. Picking an uncrewed ship, the displacement countermeasures, not to mention how you slid under my scanners. You've been planning something like this for a while, maybe this isn't even your first rodeo. Either way, one doesn't put this much effort into something without a good reason."

"Without good reason?" Snips scoffed, "Didn't you hear about that one guy who went careening off into space because he thought it might be fun?"

Anakin gave her a flat look. "Yeah, sounds like he was suicidal. You suicidal, Snips?" Oh fuck, what if she was suicidal? ANI was in no position to be dealing with a suicidal human, sometimes it felt like they could barely take care of themself on a good day.

"What? No! Of course not, I just needed to get away!" She sputtered.

"Away from what?" They pressed. Snips pursed her lips and shook her head, realising that she'd spilled something she hadn't wanted to. Her bitty striped lekku barely reached past her shoulders.

Anakin let out a burst of air. "You won't give me your name, you won't give me your reasons. I hope you don't mind then if I ditch you on the next GSV."

Snips shrugged. "Sure Skyguy, works for me."

"You went to all this trouble to board a warship to--what. Avoid public transport?!" Anakin gestured incredulously. "Wait. Avoid public transport. Are you being hunted or something?"

Ordinary citizens wouldn't necessarily have access to those records without the Hubs cooperating with keeping the girl on-orbital, which they obviously were not. And the people who would have access...

The girl made a very good attempt ay disguising her flinch, but ANI could she the tension she was radiating. What did Special Circumstances want with this child? And ANI was Special Circumstances, why didn't they know about it?

"You do know I am a warship, right?" Meaning commissioned by and for likely the same people who were hunting her. "Right?"

Her dubious look set something uncomfortable alight in their circuits. "Duh." She said. And maker, this child didn't even know who was hunting her, did she?

Anakin dragged a hand down their face, like Hello There sometimes did with its avatar, Obi-Wan. Aw fuck it.

"I'm Rapid Offensive Unit Aggressive Negotiations Incoming. In verbal speech most people just drop the Incoming bit though, snappier. You can call me Anakin to this face." He stuck his hand out for a shake. Wait, did Antteria do handshakes? "Nice to meet you, kid."

Snips gave them a surprised look. "...Ashla." She said after a long moment. A fake name, but better than nothing, they supposed. The nanobots hummed as she shook their avatar's hand, and she looked down at the connection with a fascinated glint in her eyes.

"Can I synthesise anything for you eat, kid? It'll be a couple more days to the Hello There at this speed. I know the Mind well, it'll protect you. It, and the few million Mandalorians it has in residence." They joked.

Snips quirked a small smile at that. "I haven't met any Mandalorians before, but I've heard a lot about them. Children loving warriors? Oh, and could I get something protein heavy? Maybe jerky?"

"Sure, just give me a little minute, it's been a while." ANI set one of their .2 scrubbing drones to clear out the dust from their synthesiser and considered a few different jerky options, before pulling up the formula for one that apparently had a mild spicy kick to it. Spicy food for a spicy child, that was how seasonings worked, right?

They continued. "Culture Mandalorians like the ones on the Hello There tend to be mostly the more modern pacifist types, child-loving but not warriors. But it does get a few travelling traditionalists from the Mandalore system on the fringe. The pacifists used to kick up a fuss about it, but personally I think the Hello There is much too enamoured by those warriors of old to keep them away. The traditionalists sometimes bring kids who want to be adopted into the Culture, though, and if there's one thing Mandalorians can agree on it's kids, so that keeps things from boiling over."

"Sounds interesting! I didn't know there were pacifist Mandalorians, but that makes sense if they're Culture."

The synthesiser beeped and she bounced over inquisitively. After confirming, that yes, ANI's synthesisers were of the same stuff and working order as any orbital's refractory, thank you, she took the bowl of jerky and started snacking, itty-bitty lekku curling happily at the ends.

They weren't getting attached. They weren't.

My old AU notes: All of the Jedi and part of Contact, a lot of them in this fic are also SC. The Clones exist but are Sers-Not-Appearing in this sadly. They are in the fringes of the Culture right now. All droids are drones except C-3PO, who is a university Mind. The Jedi Council are a committee of Minds, and so is Anakin and some others. Quinlan and Aalya are faves of mine and they're 'human' for this, I had an idea of them being Ahsoka's Contact mentors.

Character name list:

Obi-Wan - GSV Hello There, Av Obi-Wan, Av Ben, cGSV Negotiator (formerly), Av Kenobi

Anakin - ROU Aggressive Negotiations Incoming, ANI, Av Anakin, Av Ani (formerly)

Ki-Adi-Mundi - GSV Your Lack of Faith is Unfortunate

R2-D2 - Artoo Deetoo

Yoda - GSV Grandfather, Av Yoda

Qui-Gon - LSV Will of the Force

Plo - GCU Emerald Wolf

Reformatting this in the tumblr editor was hell. Help.

Thank you for reading to the end! If anyone wants to continue this or play with it feel free, I will love you forever. Force be with you <3

[rebelbyrdie]

2024 Ficlet Day

Ficlet 8ish?

Who wants a really old Warehouse 13 fic idea I had rattling around my hard drive?

Warehouse 13 Christmas Ep Rewrite

A Story idea/Pronpt by femvamp: I do not remember where or when this is from.

Story takes place during the Christmas episode. HG is still bronzed and must be unbronzed for whatever reason Pete using his knowledge of the future convinces her to help them stop MacPherson but she is who was during season two and is up to her old tricks and since things aren't quite so stable with Pete and Myka well.......

Must have at least two of the following

1. Pete and Myka heart to heart on why they are friends and partners and why it works.

2. HG being her evilish self...she wasn't exactly a good guy in season 2ish so I don't want her to be a hero but don't make her a villian either.

3. Myka being tempted to follow Helena to the dark side because hey she's tired of doing the right thing and it backfiring on her....this isn't the same Myka remember.....

4. Claudia a bit crazier then in the show,,,,but still smart as a whip.

I only got a little bit written. Pete escaping a Bizzaro land Warehouse with a newly debronzed a HG

In the split second he had to decide which direction to go, Pete got a feeling. Logic said he should go out the front and make a break for it. He had to find Artie, Claudia and especially Myka and the best way to do that was to get out of the Warehouse and use his formidable and completely awesome investigation skills. His gut, though, said go back into the Warehouse. He went with his gut. As he ran through the stacks of artifacts he thought. Artifacts, while confusing and dangerous, could also be used as tools or weapons.

Myka would know what to grab, so would Claudia and Artie. Pete should have really listened to Myka's many suggestions and Artie's orders to read the handbook and look through the archives. If he had flipped through it at least a couple of times maybe he would have a few useful ideas.

He ran at three-quarters speed through the aisles, sparing little time to look at the artifacts he was passing. He wasn't exactly sure how long he had before the Goon Squad caught up with him so he kept moving. Pete skidded around a corner and found himself in the Bronze Section. He had been taking twists and turns going mostly on his gut so he was sort of surprised that he had ended up here of all places. Then again, he smiled, McPherson had smuggled HG from here to the back door so-

His eyes swept across the still forms of the bronze statues from left to right and then right to left. He saw the same thing twice but still couldn't believe it, but there was no mistaking her familiar face for anyone else. Helena G. Wells was not someone you could forget. He stepped closer and almost reached out and touched her. The bronze was cold and he pulled his hand back quickly as if the touch had been some sort of betrayl, and maybe it was. More then betrayl, it was confusing. The last time he had seen Coo-Coo for Coca Puffs the regents had been hauling her out of the Warehouse. Well her body, at least, her hologram had come back in the hamster ball, but her body was somewhere else. For all he knew the Empire had her on the Death Star.

“Help us, Obi Wan, Kenobi, you're our only hope.”

Well actually, Pete chuckled at himself, she was more like Han Solo in carbonite. Except she was a woman and she didn't look like she was in pain or even scared. H.G. looked incredibly sad. Her hair was pinned up and she was wearing old clothes. Really old clothes. She was wearing a long skirt and a lacey grandma shirt that he'd definitly never seen on her before. Why would they change her clothes before re-bronzing her? Unless-

His gut twisted uncomfortably and the magnitude of his situation crashed down on him like the proverbial ton of bricks. In this bizarro land where up was down and left was bologna had H.G. never been un-bronzed in the first place? How was that even possible? Defrosting HG had been apart of McPherson's evil plan and he was here in the warehouse and Artie was not so it must have worked? Maybe this was a fake statue. He had unbronzed her but didn't want anyone to know that he had done so.

His gut insisted that this was the real HG. HG, super-steam-punk-secret-agent, who despite being out of time and completely and totally insane, was one of the smartest, most capable women and agents he had ever met. This kind of spooky, wierdo, confusing case was right up her ally. She and Myka would probably already have this whole thing figured out. Myka would chart out a color-coded plan and HG would invent some gadget out of a a gum wrapper and a bottle cap to make it all work. How could he and his gut compete with that? He wasn't dumb, he knew that. They didn't let dummies into the Secret Service. There was smart, though, and then there was genius and Pete knew very well that he was way out-classed in the brains department.

He stared into H.G.'s unblinking, bronze-cast eyes. This was one of the dumbest ideas he had ever allowed himself to think about and that was saying allot. If he did de-frost HG, though, he might have an ally in this crazy mess.

This was bonkers. Really and truly a bad idea. Unfortunatly, it was the only idea he had. Decision made, he walked around the statue, ignoring the short angry asian on one side of her and the snarling white guy on the other, and tried to figure out the best way to move her. Her arms were raised to go into the machine's manacles and made for convenient handholds. HG probably wouldn't appreciate the indignity of being dragged across the room like an old chair, but it was the best Pete could do. His back twinged and he grunted as he wrestled her into place in the bronzing machine.

The controls were, thankfully, simple and self explanatory. He appreciated the point-and-click approach the controls had because he hadn't exactly read the manual on the machine and didn't have time for a do-over.

“Here goes” He paused to think “um something.”

He hit the button and watched the machine hiss and smoke and couldn't help but be amazed at the fact that when the smoke cleared the bronze statue had been replaced with a living, breathing woman.

WH13 WH13 WH13 WH13

It was like being born again. The first sensation was the feeling of fresh air on her face. The second was a sound, the first sound she'd heard in however many years she had been bronzed.

“Holy crap.”

The next sensation was pain, incredible and crippling pain in her eyes. The manacles around her wrists released and without their support her knees gave way and she fell forward. Her first movements in years. Hands caught her shoulders and prevented her from swooning all the way to the floor. The sensation of being touched was indescribable. It was a sort of painful pleasure, her skin was tight and hyper-alert and even the smallest pressure was too much. Yet, it felt so good to touch something and especially someone that she didn't want it to stop.

“HG!”

There was the voice again, she would love to open her eyes and look at whoever was foolish enough to de-bronze her, but opening her eyes even a little resulted in intense pain.

“My eyes.”

Her first words ground out of her throat in a raspy-croak more befitting a frog then a woman.

“Um, yeah I guess everything is pretty bright.”

His, for it was most assuredly a man, voice was clear and had an unmistakably American accent. He guided her into a sitting position on the floor and then his hands left her body. She wanted to protest, she didn't want him to leave her alone, but she could scarcely make her mouth work. Sensations were assaulting her one after another and she was having trouble handling the sensory overload. She was cold, very cold. It was, she knew, a side effect of the bronzing process, but her knowledge did not stop her from shivering.

Where was she?

She had to be in the Warehouse, that was the only place that made sense. The question was when. What year was it? Why had she been unbronzed? Who was this mysterious man who referred to her by her pen-name?

“Hey”

The mystery man was back.

“Wrap yourself up in this, cause if its too bright in here for you it's really going to suck outside.”

Outside?

He wanted her to leave The Warehouse?

“Can you walk?”

Could she? Helena had no idea as she hadn't tried to walk yet. It sounded marvelous, though, absolutly wonderful. She longed to walk, to run, to hold her daughter.

Christina. The pain strangled her heart once again. No matter what year it was or what amazing scientific advacnes had been made in her absence, he daughter was still gone.

“C'mon, HG, we really need to get moving.”

She pulled the clothe around herself, careful to cover her head, and tried to stand. He helped her, for which she was grateful. She stood and felt a peculiar feeling of vertigo but she didn't fall. Now to walk. She had been doing it for most of her life. Christina's first toddling steps flashed through her mind and she reached to her neck where her locket should sit. There was nothing there, of course, they had taken her locket and ring along with her latest artifact acquisition when she was bronzed. She needed her things back.

“My locket.”

Her voice was still rough but the words came easier this time.

A blast, that sounded amazingly similar to a gunshot, echoed through the Warehouse and she was so startled that she did indeed take a step.

“We really need to go.”

He took her by the elbow and pulled her along beside him.

“We have to find the backdoor and get out of here.”

Helena fell into step with him and marveled at the sensation of moving her legs at her own behest. The muscles, bones and tissues moved with ease, and she couldn't help but smile under the clothe he had hidden her under.

“Stairs.”

She felt the metal staircase just as they reached it and stepped up accordingly.

What was very odd, she did not remember there being a staircase so close to the bronze quarter. Perhaps they had moved things about. Or she might not even be in Warehouse 12. That thought hit her quite hard. She had known that there would eventually be a Warehouse 13, 14, 15 and so forth, but the idea that she was in one of them was quite frightening.

“Ha! There you are!”

Helena had absolutly no idea what was going on and it both frightened and angered her. “I beg your pardon!”

They were moving faster now, which was probably a good thing because more gun-shots, Helena could not think of anything else they could be, were exploding around them.

“C'mon, HG, he tugged her through what felt like a door, “let's blow this popcicle stand.”

She wanted to, but didn't as it wasn't a prudent time to do so, ask what a popcicle stand was and why they would be blowing it.

In the space of fifteen minuites she had gone from being encased in bronze with only her own thoughts for company to being effectivly blind, covered in some yet unknown garment, being lead about by an American who made little to no sense and she was being shot at. Just another day at The Warehouse. It was good to know that somethings, no matter how peculiar they may be, did not change.

WH13 WH13 WH13 WH13

Pete hauled ass as fast as he could. Which wasn't as fast as he liked but he had to pull a half-frozen, covered with a dust clothe HG along with him. The back door lead to a cave and the cave lead to sweet sweet freedom. The South Dakota Badlands had never looked so good.

A white panel van was parked just outside of the back entrance. McPherson was probably using it to smuggle artifacts out of the Warehouse. Once a skuzz-ball always a skuzz-ball. He helped HG into the passenger seat and then ran around to the drivers side. He had his pocket knife in-hand ready to hotwire the van when he saw that the keys were hanging in the switch.

“Pete 3, Goon Squad Zippo”

Then he noticed that a lady's large leather handbag sitting between the driver and passenger seat. Usually he was very against stealing, but these were extinuating circumstances and the blonde woman gave him bad vibes so he only felt a little bad when he snagged the bag with one hand. Myka would punch him if she were there. He rummaged though the bag that was precariously balenced on his knee and was pleased to find a wallet complete with a cred t card that was tied to the seemingly endless Warehouse account. If he wasn't an agent in this crazy universe then his wouldn't work. As long as he didn't make large purchases no one would question his swiping the card. He threw a tube of lipstick over his shoulder and continued to dig though the purse. He grinned when his fingers found a very familiar object. He pulled the sunglasses out of the purse and then smirked at the very expensive name brand. She was on the take

The van started up on the first crank and he popped it into drive and they were on their way.

“Not to be rude,” HG spoke once more, “but what in the name of God is going on?”

Oh. Well, Pete mused, as he navigated the van down the rutted dirt road back towards civilization, that was a loaded question.

“What's the last thing you remember?”

She let out a very un-lady-like snort, “What do you think the last thing I remember was? I was bronzed.”

Well, Pete grinned, she hadn't changed much. That was the good news. The bad news was that whatever had whammied everyone had also effected HG.

“Okay so I-”

“Haven't told me who you are, where we are, what is going on or what year it is.”

Well those were good things to know, he supposed.

“My name is Agent Pete Lattimer and I work for Warehouse 13.”

He couldn't see her face as it was still covered by the dust clothe he'd grabbed off of a crate, but imagined she looked surprised.

“Warehouse 13.”

Pete gripped the steering wheel. He hadn't realized how hard this was going to be. When they'd finally run into HG she had seemed so well put-together and modern. She had been dressed normally and had acted like any other woman. Until had used her inventions to stick them to the ceiling, of course.

“You're in South Dakota, America and it's December 24th, 2010.”

It was, he realized, a lot of information to swallow. He had never thought about it before, not really. HG Wells was dragged into the future and shoved into this new world. From Victorian England to Post-Modern America with nothing in between, it had to be a little jarring.

“Um, I know this has to be confusing but there's more.”

The main road finally appeared ahead of them and Pete breathed a small sigh of relief. Now all he had to to do was stay ahead of the Goon Squad.

“Um so-”

How did he even begin to explain this to her? He hadn't thought this far ahead. Myka was more of the thinker and he was the doer. How was he going to explain HG to Myka?

“Wow, this is way more complicated then I figured it would be. The very long story short is that I think some artifact or something has effected everyone at The Warehouse and now we need to go assemble our team and take it back from McPherson before he auctions the artifacts off to the highest bidder.”

“Our team?” Her accented voice held questions that he wasn't exactly sure how to answer.

“That's the complicated part. This is the second time you've been debronzed. The first time you killed McPherson and worked with me and my partner as a Warehouse Agent again.”

“Oh.”

[burnwater13]

Grogu sometimes wondered whether or not the Armorer actually liked Din Djarin. Sure, he was grateful at getting a protector and a dad out of their deal, but with time and distance came objectivity. It sure seemed like she was sending him on a wild tauntaun chase. 

Grogu didn’t even know what ‘kind’ he was. Being a former Jedi youngling wasn’t a ‘kind’. It was more like a status. You start as a youngling, full of ideas and energy. Then you are selected as a padawan, which honestly meant you were now full of fear, second hand embarrassment, and still a lot of energy. 

After that, with hard work and the ability to put up with your Master, you become a Knight. If you’re lucky, which meant having good timing and better than average skills, you became a Master, so you could be annoyed by a youngster who thought you were old and out of touch while you tried to teach them the skills that would help keep them alive in a fairly chaotic galaxy.  

At least, that’s how Master Kenobi explained it once when he was talking to Master Beq in the Arboretum at the Jedi Temple. They weren’t alone of course. Grogu was there. Hiding. 

A trick that he and Ian had cooked up had literally boiled over and he was hoping that the Master in charge of provisions didn’t come to the Arboretum looking for them. Grogu was pretty sure that Ian had climbed the Life tree and he wished he’d been quick enough to do that. 

Instead he was stuck right there, under the bench, listening to the two Jedi masters natter on about how hard it was raising young people to be old people. Of course, that was the problem. Young people didn’t want to be old people. At least not yet. They wanted to take some time and get there when they got there. It was one thing no youngling was impatient about. 

It took all of Grogu’s self control not to laugh at them when they complained about their padawans complaining about carrying their cloaks everywhere. 

“Anakin just refuses to do it. I’ve lost so many cloaks that way.” Master Kenobi has been more sad than irritated. 

“At least Anakin knows his way around a lightsaber. My last padawan practically skewered me with his when I simply asked him to hand it to me. I’ve asked Master Yoda if I might switch to managing the younglings. At least they don’t have access to weapons.”

Master Beq had not met Ian by then, but then how were any of them to know that Ian could find a weapon literally anywhere and they should have thought twice about assigning him kitchen duty.

“If he does, just be careful around Grogu. Everyone thinks he’s a baby, but he’s not. He sees everything and then he tests it out with that friend of his, Ian. I don’t even know who brought the two of them here. I can’t be blamed for that.”

Grogu was about to protest that Obi-Wan was being unfair, when a very aggravated Jedi stomped into the quiet space and stormed right up to them. 

“Have either of you seen that pair of menaces? They’ve made a huge mess in my stockroom and I want them both to sort it out.” 

“Menaces? I suppose you mean Anakin and ?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Anakin? No. He’s fine. He never goes near the place. I mean Ian and his little green friend.” The other Jedi grumbled as if Obi-Wan was being deliberately obtuse.

“Ah, I believe they were assigned to collect trash in the central park as part of a new ‘Give back to Coruscant’ initiative that the Council has undertaken. Perhaps if you go there, you’ll find them.”  Obi-Wan’s voice was kind and consoling and Grogu wondered at the time if he would ever learn to lie like that. 

When the irate Jedi left the Arboretum, Grogu heard Master Obi-Wan chuckle.

“Alright Grogu. You can come out now. I can hear your stomach growling.”

Grogu had trudged out of hiding and smiled a little sadly at the two Jedi who were now looking at him so intently. 

“This is half of our most dynamic duo, Master Beq. If you start to manage the younglings, this is who you will need to keep an eye on. All the time.”

Obi-Wan’s voice hadn’t changed in tone and Grogu wondered if he was trying to trick the younger Master. 

Years later, he’d been able to ask the Jedi Master that question and Obi-Wan had replied that everyone needed a break once in a while. Even a Jedi Master. 

Perhaps that’s what the Armorer needed. A break. Grogu expected that Mandalorians were a lot like he and Ian had been at the Jedi Temple. Always up to something and eager to find the next problem, even if they couldn’t solve it. 

Now that was a funny thought. Grogu hadn’t found a problem yet that his Mandalorian couldn’t solve, but maybe someday he wouldn’t have his weapons handy and would have to do solve them a different way.  

[nieithryn]

Favorite Wild Space Quotes About/By Bail Organa - PART I

Exactly as it says on the tin. Some of these quotes may get lil metas/expanded Thoughts later, because I have been screaming about this novel and Bail & Obi-Wan in particular, but I also just wanna share some beautiful quotes from this beautiful novel by Karen Miller. This is QUITE long, and will probably get SO many extra parts, but I want these for references, because Bail deserves SO MUCH love and is my current brainrot, to be honest.

These are just from the first 13 chapters....absolutely brilliant, Karen Miller wrote this book excellently.

Padmé turned at the sound of Bail Organa’s voice. He was pushing his way toward her through the crowded corridor, collecting stares and rude comments, which he ignored.

“With respect, sir, you’re mistaken. If I have regrets, it’s that we’ve been forced into this war. That in creating our Grand Army of the Republic we’ve turned our backs on a thousand years of peace. On all the Senators who came before us and preserved that peace by steadfastly refusing to give in to their fears."

“Oh yes,” said Palpatine drily. “What a useful recommendation for my candidacy. Likes to drive dangerous machines very fast.” “Well, if you do, Supreme Chancellor, you’re not alone,” said Bail. “I’ve been known to break a speed limit myself, once or twice.”

And what of this lump of a Senator, this dull, worthy Bail? He’s married, but his barren wife remains distant on Alderaan. He’s an honorable dolt; he would never betray her. Yet he has feelings for Naboo’s brave little former Queen. Respect and admiration are a dangerous mix. These Senators work closely together, and that can make for fertile ground.

“We don’t have a choice, Padmé,” said Organa. He was still holding her hand. Realizing that, she pulled herself free. “You like this idea? You’re comfortable with it?” “Of course not. I hate it,” he said fiercely. And then he pointed through the trans-shield. “But I hate that more. It’s the lesser of two evils, Senator. Just like the formation of the Republic’s Grand Army, or making deals with the Hutts. It’s the lesser of two evils … and to save lives, we’ll have to live with it.”

Weary beyond even groaning aloud, Bail Organa returned from the Senate to the empty solace of his apartment. Voiceprint and a retinal scan verified his identity: the outer door slid open, and as he stepped across the threshold into the apartment’s foyer the lighting came on.

Bail felt his heart thud, looking at her beautiful hologram face. “Don’t worry, B, nothing’s wrong,” she said, her image flickering, losing its cohesion. Ion storms somewhere between Alderaan and Coruscant; they always played havoc with galactic communications. “I just wanted you to know I’m thinking of you. I was watching the HoloNet feed from the Senate. You look tired. Are you getting enough sleep? I’ll bet you’re not. Go to bed, hotshot. I’ll try to catch you tomorrow.”

Why was it they were the only two members of the Security Committee who seemed capable of reaching a decision quickly? The rest of the committee appeared paralyzed. The whole kriffing Senate was paralyzed, as though the Separatists’ success had infected the entire government with inertia.

I’ve a good mind to leave them to their whining and fly home to Breha.

Glass in hand, brandy-warmth lingering, he set the bottle on a side table and sank into his favorite chair. He wanted to call Breha, to lose himself in her soft voice and heal his hurts with her smile. But it was mid-morning on Alderaan and she’d be in the Legislate, taking care of their people. Without her, he could never have remained on Coruscant. The welfare of Alderaan was cradled in her hands. And the welfare of the Republic is cradled in mine.

Something’s scared him. Something big. Which hardly left her feeling sanguine. Bail Organa was a courageous, capable man. If he was unsettled—and he was unsettled, she’d seen the turmoil in his eyes—then it could only mean more trouble for Coruscant. Or for somewhere else in the Republic.

“Forgive me,” Bail said upon his arrival. “I didn’t know where else to turn.” As always, he presented an immaculate face to the world. Perfectly groomed, conservatively attired, elegance personified. But they’d worked together for a good while now, and she could see beneath his polished surface. She hadn’t been mistaken about him during their brief vidcom conversation: he was alarmed.

As though sitting was intolerable, he pushed to his feet and began to roam between the sofa and the window. “Of course, it’s possible the Jedi already know about this. But if they don’t—if they are in danger and don’t realize it—” He pressed a fist against his lips, as though fighting to hold back an intemperate outburst. It was so unlike him, such an outward expression of an inner agitation. “Padmé,” he said, and swung about to face her. “Have you ever heard of the Sith?”

"He’s a good man, Obi-Wan. He loves the Republic. He works as hard as any Jedi to see it kept safe.” There was the faintest derision in Obi-Wan’s clear blue eyes. “He’s a politician, Padmé.”

“But for what little it’s worth, Obi-Wan … I do know him well enough to promise he doesn’t scare easily. And he’s not a gullible fool, either, to fall for any old story.”

Organa’s brief smile was grim. “It was handled at the highest diplomatic levels, with the utmost discretion. If the details had leaked, we’d still be mopping up the political fallout today.” Really? Well, that certainly confirmed what the Jedi knew of Organa’s credentials and influence.

“These are dark times, it’s true, but some friends remain friends until the end. I believe Bail is one of them.”

Extraordinary. “You are taking an amazing leap of faith, Senator. And now you’re asking me to leap with you.” “Don’t you think I know that?” Organa demanded. “But given what they know, what they’ve managed to learn, is it any wonder they guard their identities so jealously? Is it fair to blame them for protecting themselves the only way they know how?” No, it wasn’t fair. And there was nothing but truth in Bail Organa’s passionate defense of them. Alderaan’s Senator believed every word he said. But was that enough?

“Calm down?” he echoed. “No. I’m angry, Padmé. Why aren’t you? What else is going on that they haven’t told us? What do they know that you and I should know, as representatives of the people and members of the Security Committee? That Palpatine should know, as the Republic’s duly elected Supreme Chancellor? Don’t you see what’s happening here? As hard as it may be to believe, the Jedi have placed themselves above the rule of law.”

He was so tall, so imposing, and she was so small in contrast. But only physically.

He looked down at her, clearly torn between resentment and contrition. “How is it you contrive to put me in the wrong when I know I have a legitimate grievance?” She smiled at him, fleeting mischief banishing the last of her temper. “It’s a gift.” “Ha,” he said, his anger evaporating. “One woman’s gift is another man’s curse.” He shrugged. “What can I say, Padmé? I’m afraid.” “If it helps,” she said, her eyes full of sympathy, “you’re not the only one.”

Organa turned. “Master Kenobi.” His expression shifted from warm apology to a cooler, more distant regret. “Forgive me. I was intemperate. And I should heed my own advice. Only by working together—trusting each other—can we hope to win this war. The Jedi may have their own way of doing things, often difficult to fathom by outsiders, but nobody is making a greater sacrifice for the Republic. I know that.”

Tell me again why I wanted to be a Senator? It was approaching midnight before he finally escaped. Exhausted, punch-drunk, he almost staggered through his front door. Too tired even for the restorative consolation of Corellian brandy, he bumped his way to the bedroom and fell face-first across the bed. Even his capillaries were aching.

“Sit down.” Obi-Wan stared at him. The man is distraught, exhausted, and a senior government official. Master Yoda needs no more trouble tonight. He sat, very slowly. “Senator.” Organa pressed his palms flat to his face. Took a deep, shuddering breath. Exhaled it sharply. “I’m sorry, Master Kenobi,” he said, his voice muffled, then lowered his hands. “That was uncalled for. Tell me, what were you able to find out about Zigoola?”

“Really,” Obi-Wan said, letting a little of his impatience show. “In the event that I become incapacitated, are you saying you can strip down a malfunctioning hyperdrive unit, correctly identify the problem, replace its faulty components, or improvise new ones, and reassemble it to full performance capacity?” Organa grinned. “A standard LT-five unit? Yes. Did it last week, as a matter of fact. It’s good relaxation, and I like to keep my hand in. Timed myself, just for the fun of it. Thirty-eight minutes. How about you?” Thirty-eight minutes? That was three minutes faster than his own best time. How aggravating. “I am mechanically proficient.”

Organa folded his arms, his expression settling into stubborn lines. “I already believe you. But my life is sworn to the safeguarding of this Republic, just like yours. I’ve got as much right to risk myself as you do. If anything, it’s my duty to pursue this matter.”

“Well?” said Organa, strolling into the living area. “Do I pack myself a spare shirt, or don’t I?” His tone was amused, his manner unconcerned—at least on the surface. Beneath it, however, trepidation and doubt churned.

“Breha is not the public,” said Organa, his voice chilling. “She’s the head of the Alderaan government. And it’s her cousin who’s died. They grew up together. They’re more like brother and sister. I don’t want her finding out from a HoloNet news bulletin or in some impersonal Senate communiqué. I want her to hear it from me.” Obi-Wan looked at Organa, torn between bemusement and irritation. “Since you’re clearly determined to tell her, Senator, I don’t see why you’re bothering to ask my opinion.” “Neither do I,” said Organa, and linked through to his wife.

Organa frowned. “Okay. So is this how it’s going to be? Me making sensible suggestions, and you kicking against them just because you can? Master Kenobi, I’m bored already. Take the kriffing drugs.”

[traditional-with-a-twist]

Animal Attraction

“So what special project did you call me here for, Boss?”

Obi has never been to the boss’s house before. It’s decadent, just as one would expect, with an enormous front yard and actual dog statues flanking the front door. Obi can only imagine that the very tall fence is hiding an even more massive backyard. 

“Come in, Obi.” Boss is clearly preoccupied as he holds the door open.

Obi takes his shoes off as soon as he steps inside and sees the immaculate white floors. He can never feel quite at home in the Wisteria mansion. Boss seems amused by Obi’s gesture. He beckons Obi into his office. 

The desk is piled high with paraphernalia that looks quite out of place. Obi stops in his tracks, his eyes traveling from the meticulously arranged assortment of leashes to the fancy box of treats to the shining dog bowl. Trepidation steals over Obi. 

Boss claps his hands. “Alright, Obi! This is everything you’ll need to watch over Shirayuki.”

He’s never even seen Shirayuki but he knows her. How could he not, with the way Boss is always going on about the runaway spaniel rescue that he managed to get away from her abusive owner. “Boss, I’m not a dog person.”

Boss just smiles. “Shirayuki doesn’t need a dog person. She needs someone she can trust. I know I can trust you, Obi, and I think she will, too.”

Trust is still unfamiliar to him. None of his previous bosses have ever trusted him. Obi’s protests are silenced by the weight of it. 

“Besides, I just need you to be here while I’m traveling. Shirayuki still needs time to adjust, so you may not see much of her. She sleeps in the kitchen and has her own dog door to the yard. Just feed her twice a day, keep her water full, and stay here in case she needs anything.” Boss looks at him expectantly.

Obi has no idea how he’s supposed to know if a dog needs anything. Still, Boss trusts him and that means something. 

***

A few days into Boss’s trip, Obi starts to wonder if an elaborate prank is being played on him. Other than the dog bowl being empty every time he went to refill it, there is no sign that there is another living being in the house. This must be the shyest dog in existence.

Four days in, he can’t stand it anymore. He stands in the middle of the kitchen and calls, “Shirayuki?” He lilts his voice into that special croon for animals and small children. No dog appears. Obi gives up.

He decides to take a nap on the couch. Watching the Boss’s house is boring work. 

***

Obi starts awake. There’s something cold and wet pressing into his hand. Long habit has him lying very still and slitting his eyes open to assess the threat. 

A tiny dog is sniffing his palm. Her fur is bright white and red, redder than Obi has ever seen on an animal. It looks more like the color of an apple. He recognizes in its posture the readiness to flee.

Obi deliberately relaxes. He opens his eyes but doesn’t sit up or make any sudden movements. The dog glances at him out of the corner of her eye. “Hello, miss,” Obi murmurs. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Shirayuki looks at him for a moment. Obi waits, projecting calm. Finally, a little pink tongue flicks out to lick his hand. Slowly, her tail starts waving back and forth. 

Obi smiles. “Why, thank you for the kiss.” At the sound of his voice, Shirayuki’s tail wags faster. It feels like the start of something.

[kingdomsreign]

@ourstoriesunfold answered an ask!

Padme had known the moment that Anakin had been assigned to be her protector, her security detail meant to trail her morning, noon and night, that she was in serious trouble. Ever since their initial meeting with Master Obi-Wan, Padme hadn't been quite able to shake the image of him out of her mind. The small boy that she had become best friends with when they were children was now a young man, grown and far too complimentary. His eyes stared through her and it felt each time that they were together as if he might be studying her or committing her to memory. It made her uncomfortable but only because she found she rather enjoyed the way he looked at her and the attention that he gave. So much so that when she learned he would be accompanying her, alone, to her home planet of Naboo, she did not protest the decision but merely the idea of 'running away'. Once they'd landed she felt more at ease, more comfortable with her old friend and though there were a few… awkward situations that they'd found themselves in, she'd managed to navigate around them and bring him to some of her most favorite spots in Lake Country. The landscape was beautiful, far moreso than anything they could find on Coruscant, and she knew that while she needed to be cautious, she wanted very much to connect with her old friend whom she had missed and thought of often in their years apart. They had so much fun that she'd found herself crying from laughter twice, and as they lay together in the grass under the rising moons, she felt herself grow not only comfortable around him-- but confident. She began listing constellations and, perhaps, showing off just a bit as she did so before comfortable silence overtook them. She was so comfortable there, in the grass with her best friend, that she drifted off into a light sleep without even trying to. It didn't last very long, and she hadn't even the time to begin dreaming before feeling a shift in the air around them that had her half-awake and blinking up into the starlit-sky. In her disoriented state she inhaled deeply, the soft wind carrying the scent of him, and she felt herself smile and let out the words that had only meant to be a passing thought in her mind. She knew he'd heard it, could feel him stiffen next to her where he'd been fully relaxed and meditating before, and she only hoped that he wouldn't say anything in return. It had slipped, and she felt the tension rising in her belly as the silence stretched on. No longer able to stand it she sat up and began to clean up the plates and various items around them, breaking whatever spell had been cast around them. She could feel his eyes on her but said nothing, though when he made a show of stretching and getting to his feet she had to fight back the smile she felt forming. She was only marginally successful, and as she looked up at him she couldn't help but let half of a smirk show. "We came here because it's safe, Ani," she commented softly, but added in a teasing voice, "Besides, where would you suggest we sleep if we don't go back? Out here with the Shaak? Down by the lakeside on the shoreline?" Her voice shook a little as she spoke and her dark eyes were rounded as she looked up at him in the moonslight, her face a bit flushed as her own heart thundered in her chest. She stood up, lifting the basket as she did so and taking a few steps toward him with the same tentative smirk on her face.

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Month 2023, Day 20: Without

Higurashi Month prompts archive: AO3 

Being given to a Catholic private school with all the expectations of a human sacrifice –never to return, never to be thought of again– had had some… effects, on Shion as she grew up.

Nothing too damaging, of course. Just…

Displacement.

That, she thought, was the right word for it, and oh, what a wretched and insidious thing it was, how clever Oni-Baba's plan to sever her from her legacy.

Shion was sent to a place where Western thought, Western ideas, Christian religion predominated. She was taught to kneel when approaching the holy part of a sanctuary, using the right knee to genuflect before the sacred image, rather than bow twice, clap twice, and then bow again. She was as adept with fork and knife as she was chopsticks, knew the proper way to wear skirts and knot a tie as well as how to fold a kimono and obi.

She knew of her own cultural rituals, of the proper way to approach a shrine in her family, but they were like leaves from a past autumn in her memory, faded and fragile.

These two worlds ran through her like the foundation lines of a loom, and Oni-Baba sending her to St. Lucia's year after year thickened one and thinned the other, patiently wearing away Shion's connection to her home. If Oni-Baba had her way, by the time Shion graduated she would be garishly Western in all her ways and thoughts, unable to take over the deep, subtle intricacies of the family tradition even if she tried. When she returned home, no one would know her ways, and she would not know theirs.

Shion is not particularly resentful of this –no more and no less than she resents nearly everything Oni-Baba has done to her out of that damn sense of familial duty– but she does resent, in some small way, the persistent subtle effort to rob her of her heritage. She is Japanese, born and bred, and yet Oni-Baba and St. Lucia's are trying to turn her into something she's not.

This place –this stuffy little miniature garden of a school– is trying to snip the line between Shion and her past, erode the differences between her and them. Those from elsewhere, the outsiders that even now Hinamizawa still hates: that is what they're trying to turn her into.

And it's working.

It's working, because Shion will be graciously allowed to return to Hinamizawa for school breaks or family holidays and she will briefly feel strange, alien inside her own home. For a scant few days or hours, until she slips back into her own skin, she will feel displaced, like these people with familiar faces are putting on some strange paper façade of customs and history that she does not quite understand anymore.

Did she ever truly know these ways, or has she merely forgotten them due to long years away?

Shion doesn't know, and that is almost worse than the confusion and displacement. Are these sights and actions familiar because she remembers a dim, dim ghost of them from her childhood, when she was still allowed to stay at Oni-Baba's side and guided gently through the steps, or are they merely familiar because she's seen them from a distance several times before?

She doesn't know.

She doesn't know, and she hates the not-knowing as a microcosm of all that this has done to her. Shion is not a member of Hinamizawa anymore, not fully, not truly, and yet where else is she supposed to belong? Not the school, where she is shunned by her peers and looked down upon by her teachers. Not outside Hinamizawa, because the place still calls to her all the same, as haunting and persistent as a siren's melody beneath the waves.

She is displaced, cast adrift, and there is no healing that severance inside her.

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#5

Not-really spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi ahead!

I love tiny Leia. She is as full of chaos and sass as grown Leia is. Well done, creators of Obi-Wan, well done. I think Carrie Fisher would be happy with this representation.

5 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#4

I kinda doubt it, but I have an idea if anyone wants a random writing prompt. I call it the "leftover valentine's candy challenge". I still have a box of smarties conversation heart things, so I could give you a prompt of a random candy or two drawn from the box.

So if you want to participate (which I doubt anyone will), let me know and I'll send you a picture of however many random candy quotes as you want. Obviously, you'd have to tag me in your finished story.

(I suspect this would be excellent for writing fluff.)

6 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#3

What am I doing with my Saturday night? With a migraine and having had quite a bit of my energy taken up in helping my mom with her class reunion, I'll be catching up on Bridgerton.

(Yes, I am only tonight beginning season 2.)

Plus, because I do love period dramas, I will be going to see the new Downton Abbey movie in the morning.

6 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

#2

Anyone else watch Moon Knight and find themselves just enamored by Oscar Issac with an accent? Like, I knew I was attracted to him as Poe Dameron, but add a fucking accent and I'm head over fucking heels over here.

The show itself is cool, but I'll admit, this was one of the two reasons I even tried the show. (The other one being "it's marvel".)

13 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

Here we go! My first new fic since December! This is for @make-me-imagine 's 5th Anniversary Challenge

Pairing: Malcolm Bright x gn!reader (I reread it to double check, but if you spot any runaway pronouns please let me know)

Prompt: “Meet up for a blind date and getting along very well, only to realize halfway through you met up with the wrong person on accident.”

Length: just over 1200 words

Warnings: the reader does do a bit of drinking in this, and maybe mild language warning?

A/N: This is my first time writing in this fandom! I've wanted to write for this for awhile, but haven't gotten around to it. I also messed up with the prompt a bit, so that probably disqualifies me. But I wrote it anyway!

Three Drinks, Two Texts, and a Phone Number

You’d just gotten off work when your best friend called with an usual question.

“You’re single, right? Please tell me you are.”

“Ummm, yeah?” They’d been by your side after your most recent, and rather painful, breakup, so they had to have known this.

“And you still owe me for getting you an advance copy of that book?” You couldn’t lie, having a friend with a job at a bookstore had its perks.

“You’ve held that over my head since you did. Let me guess, you finally figured out how you want to cash in that favor?”

God, you hope it’s not something bad. Or illegal.

“You’re going on a date tomorrow night. Consider it a gift.”

“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “No.”

“You owe me. I’m not saying you have to marry the man, just go out with him. One date won’t kill you. Look at it this way, you’re getting a free meal out of this too.”

“If I do go, which is a big if, can I ask who I’m going on this date with?” You question, still a little hesitant.

“That would ruin the surprise, it’s called a blind date for a reason. And you are going, even if it means I have to drag you to the restaurant myself.” You knew she was being sarcastic, but something also told you that there was a bit of truth in that.

Eh, what the hell. Why not.

As you straighten your shirt, you can’t help but wonder if you’re overdressed for this.

“That’s nonsense. You’re still used to the work-from-home sweatpants. This is absolutely perfect for a date at a fancy restaurant.” Your best friend continued to babble over the video call, but nothing really stuck. You were busy being stuck in your own head.

*ding*

The sound of your phone jolted you back into reality.

“Okay. I sent you the address of the restaurant. Remember, 6 PM. No later.”

—-------

You arrive at the restaurant a little early, choosing to wait in the lobby than take up a table before whoever your date was showed up.

But that was exactly the problem. He never seemed to show up. You waited until 7 before giving up and asking the hostess if there were any seats available at the bar. Sitting down, you checked your phone in case your friend texted you that something happened to your date.

No text. You managed to get stood up by a blind date. 

“Date gone bad?” The man to your left asked.

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[pennyserenade]

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x you , obi-wan x female oc rating: e ( explicit ) warnings: nsft content, 18+ word count: 3.6k summary: Obi-Wan knows himself to be a Jedi in the truest sense of the word. He also knows that being such a thing poses a great threat, not only to him, but to everyone who knows him to be it. What he sought in her was something of a respite away from the dangers of his own self, but what he’s found is a reminder that he is every bit of what he knew himself to be.  notes: do i have any idea what i’m doing? not all. but i’m so excited about the kenobi series that i’ve done it anyways. also, this is relatively spoiler free. 

whispers of the future, winds of the past  

Ben. The name came off her lips with ease, repeated with all the confidence that she had heard him right the first time. She did not need to ask him twice; not for clarification and certainly not for lack of belief.

Maybe it was a lie he had gotten too good with. Maybe it is the way he said it, with a practiced grace, no longer hesitant but firm and expectant. He said he was Ben in the same way he had once said he was Obi-Wan. There was not much of a push inside of him anymore, no sort of resistance. He was Ben by then. He is Ben now.

Whenever she calls him that, he responds.

He had met her someplace between work and home. He took in the ragged state of her clothes, and the dirt that gathered on her cheek from the sand, and he knew her to be a local because they, himself included, all looked that way. He made no judgments about her character. He had told her he was Ben because she had asked, out of curiosity and boredom. She had told him her name, uncaring whether he might want to know, for much of the same reason she had asked him his own. They didn’t say much after that. She found him to be a man of too little words.

For a long time, there’d not been anything special about their interactions after that first one. Sometimes he’d spot her when he went to town, or sometimes again on the way from work to his home. He remembered her name and she would look at him, acknowledging him, every time she saw him. Sometimes she’d smile, other times she’d just stare. Never did she wave.

One day, though, she had called out to him. Ben. She said it with familiarity and warmth, the way one says a friend’s name. He had furtively glanced around as he stopped, to see the sort of attention that gathered. No one was looking. No one cared that he was Ben.

They had similar journeys home, she believed. She asked if it might be alright if she come along with him, just for safety. He should’ve said no. He should’ve told her he couldn’t, that his schedule was unpredictable and his home was much farther than she had thought. But he said yes, and he had found that their homes were close. Dangerously close.

She referred to him as her friend, even though he said little to her, and she confided in him about the troubles of her daily life; about the no good boss, the rotten quality of her co-worker’s work, even sometimes about the men on the planet. He grunted along to her anecdotes and furrowed his brow at all the appropriate times. Sometimes, when he felt particularly jovial, he responded with a dramatic, “oh, stars.” It made him feel more like himself, but he knew that wasn’t great, so he rarely gave her even that much.

One day, after referring to him as her friend for about thirty rides home, she asked him if he would want to come see her hut. He’d never made it that far with her, because they spilt ways sometime near the end, his home one way and hers the other. She had said it in a way he knew to be suggestive, flirtatious, and it made his cheeks heat. He told her no thank you without a second thought, because it was ingrained him in to do so. He had forgotten others didn’t expect him to be that way. That he was Ben, not Obi-Wan.

For days after, she did not walk home with him. He waited for her, expecting that she would come. The first day he chalked it up to sickness. The second he thought the same. The third, he had started to grow concerned. He looked in the direction of her home on the way to his own, wondering if he should check. On the five day, he gave in to his concern.

She had answered the door looking unburdened by sickness, but surprised. “Ben,” she had told him, disbelief present in her tone.

“I thought something might have happened to you,” he told her simply. “Nothing has, has it?”

She had shaken her head and they stood in silence for far longer than was comfortable. He came to understand, by watching her standing at the door, that he had made her feel embarrassed. It was not illness, but shame, that kept her away.

He entered her home for the first time that day, and they ate dinner together. She told him about the details of the days before, and said that she was sorry if she had come on too strong. He told her not to worry, that he wasn’t offended. They left it at that.

Every time she asked him to her hut after, it was void of the suggestiveness the first time held. Most of the time, despite his better judgment, Obi-Wan agreed to come. She wasn’t an awful cook and he liked to hear her talk. It made him feel less alone.

What happened next came in bits; it started with prolonged staring after shared laughter, then the accident grazing of hands and arms and legs. Later it progressed to comfort in being close. Somehow, she grew brave enough to be suggestive again, and somehow, he found it in himself to say yes. It went against his beliefs, who he was, and he felt the push inside of him as she closed the space between them and pressed her lips to his. It was against what he had been taught, both self indulgent and passionate. He thought of Anakin, who let his passions ruin him, and then he felt a slew of other emotions he had been advised not to: sorrow, anger, grief.

It had felt very unlike himself to be this way; to let her stand so near and to allow himself to be kissed and then to kiss back. It was only for a moment, just to see. It made him feel warm and flustered, and so terribly not put together, like words had been stolen from him and he didn’t know how to compose himself.

They didn’t do it a lot after that, and when they did, they’d always pretended like it never happened. Each time it did though, it’d get a little longer, and he’d learn better what she liked him to do; that sometimes she wanted his tongue to touch her own, and she enjoyed when his fingers accidentally would graze her exposed skin.

He let it all happen, despite the push inside him, despite all the warnings it went against, because he felt terribly alone and because a very large part of him was always burdened with the knowledge that being a Jedi was dangerous. When he kissed her, he imagined burying that integral part of himself in the same way he had buried the lightsabers; just below the surface of the warm sand, gone but certainly not forgotten.

Desire was not foreign to him before he had met her. He had felt it strongly before, multiple times in his life, but he knew he could not act upon it. Even by himself, which he occasionally allowed for in his youth, he knew he ran the risk of imposing upon his better judgement.

She calls him Ben, though. Ben is not Jedi, just a man.

Ben kisses her expertly, because by now, they have done this many times, even if they still pretend they have not. What’s more is that he has done more than kiss; he’s allowed himself to be sat on her cot and to be touched, and he’s touched her. He does this because he is Ben. She says it is so sweet sometimes, he wishes he could be just Ben. He never feels freed of himself during these moments, but he does feel safe.

Her hut is half lit tonight, with only a small amount of light coming from a lantern on her bedside table. He’s agreed to spend the night with her. She lies on the bed, and he sits at the end, looking up at her. A familiar mix of guilt and desire fills him.

She is clean, fresh out of the warm suns and the dirty sand for many hours now. Her tattered robe, which hangs open, is clean despite its condition, and she is naked beneath it. She parts her legs for him to see, and in the orange hue, he finds the sight of her magnificent.

She runs two fingers through her folds, and he watches her, quiet and attentive. His hands rest on his lap. She dips it inside of herself with a slight whine, and then she brings it back up to her clit. Even in the mute light, he can see the way the fingers glistens with her slick. She rubs herself, slow at first, and then quicker. He switches between watching her hand, to looking at her face, watching how undone she becomes as she works herself closer. She doesn’t close her eyes, keeping focused on him too. This stirs something in him.

He’s never been inside of her before, not yet. He’s put his fingers there, letting her guide him through her orgasm, but she’d not asked him if he’d like to put his own cock there. Not until tonight.

He should’ve said no. He should say it now. But, truth be told, he doesn’t desire it.   He likes pretending to be Ben, especially in moments like this. He takes some consolation in the fact that being Obi-Wan  and admitting that he is Obi-Wan poses more of a danger to him than the desire to know what it’s like to become one with her.

He wraps a hand around her bare ankle as her body begins to squirm beneath her own touch. She’s warm, impossibly warm, and he begins to feel that way too. Heat invades all the once cool parts of his body when she says his name, all breathy. Ben, Ben, Ben. A sweet moan just for him.

He looks down between her legs. On seeing the way her pussy glistens, Obi-Wan feels a foreign desire to put his tongue there, to taste. She likes his tongue in her mouth, and he wonders if she might like it pressed against her, there. He wonders if she might let him, if he asks. He won’t, but sometimes he likes to imagine that he could; that he could be free and that he wouldn’t have to worry about exceeding boundaries and limitations.

“Do you want to touch me?” she whispers. For a moment, he thinks maybe she’s heard his thoughts. That he’d gotten too caught up, too involved, and he’s accidentally spoken with her through the force. It startles him until she adds, “You keep looking. You don’t have to. You can do as you please, Ben.”

He traces his fingers carefully up from her ankle up to her between her spread legs. When he’s close enough, she wraps her fingers around his wrist, not guiding him, but merely holding. He looks at her, brows furrowed, and his fingers mirrors what hers had done just moments ago. She nods, and he continues on with more confidence. He dips her fingers into her, stretching her, and she gasps, fingers digging her into the thin sheet beneath her body. He stops, worried he might have hurt her, but she pleads. “Ben, keep going, please. That feels…that feels so nice.”

He listens, his cock twitching in his pants as the lewd sound of her slick and the collision of his fingers begins to fill the room.

“You can…oh.” She tilts her head back as he pushes his fingers upwards. She looks beautiful, so undone like this. “You can put yourself in…if you…oh. If you want to be inside me.”

Obi-Wan watches silently as his fingers dip in and out of her. He sees the way her slick gathers on his own fingers now, and he knows that to be a good thing, based on what they’ve done before. The better he does, the easier she takes him. He could add another finger and it would fit in easily.

He withdraws his fingers from her, wiping his hand against the cloth of his pants. “Is there…do you have any form of protection?”

She shakes her head. “It is rare to find in these parts.”

“What do you do then, to prevent having a youngling?”

“How often do you think I’ve done this?” she asks, rising up on one of her elbows.

Obi-Wan inspects her features. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Have you done it before?”

“Just once before. There’s no protection, not in these parts anyways.”

“What did he do?”

“When you feel like you are going to come, pull out of me. It is not a sure way to prevent anything, but it’s the best we’ve got.”

Obi-Wan looks down at his lap. “And if you do conceive a youngling because of this?”

She shrugs her shoulders. “I don’t know. I suppose I’ll be less alone in this world, won’t I?” she tells him quietly. “If you don’t want to, Ben, we don’t have to.”

Instead of saying no, as he should, Obi-Wan stands from the bed and pulls his robes over his head. She watches him quietly, just as he had done with her. He feels self-conscious beneath her gaze, nervous that he will do or say something unbecoming. He hasn’t done this. All of this is unfamiliar in every way. For a man so used to being composed, ten steps ahead, Obi-Wan feels a bit like a stumbling fool at the moment.

She aids him with his pants soon after, as though she suspects her quiet watching of him has become discomforting. Her fingers dip beneath the cloth, feeling at his hip, before they work in sync with his own to pull them down. He releases a breath when he finds himself entirely nude in front of her, and she smiles up at him, assuring and pleased.

“You’re hard already,” she tells him quietly, looking at his cock. Obi-Wan nods his head, taking it in his hand. The head of it glistens already with pre-cum and he finds himself sort of embarrassed by it, how eager he seems to be. “You’re beautiful,” she says, watching the way he strokes himself once, twice, just for her benefit as much as his own - just as she had done for him with herself.

She lies back on the cot, opening her legs, inviting him without having to say anything. He lets go of himself and he gets on the cot with her, kneeling between her open legs. For the few moments, he keeps his hands to himself, letting them remain on his thighs as he inspects her. Admittedly, he is nervous. This is wrong.  He knows this. It is hard to forget the values he’s been instilled with, or, for that matter, hard to part with them willingly as though he doesn’t, in many ways, abide wholly by them. He looks at her naked frame and he knows that this is as natural as anything - as sleeping and eating - but he struggles with the fact that for a Jedi, for him, this isn’t.

She parts her mouth as if to say something, but closes it quickly again, deciding, he supposes, to let it go. She watches him, waiting, but not pushing. One of his hands rubs up against her legs, in order to stall a little longer.

Anakin is gone, he knows, and the Force is far from balanced. Many Jedi are dead and many Sith survive. In comparison, this small act of self indulgence might be what is best. If he chose to be romantically tied to this woman, and he does this with her, no one will assume he is a Jedi.

Obi-Wan swallows softly, shedding away his doubts one last time. He pulls her closer to him and then hovers above her body. She stares up at him, her forehead creased, and she pushes back strains of his hair.

“You don’t have to do this,” she tells him softly. “We can just be friends, and I will be okay with that.”

Her words almost bring a smile to his lips. It is very like her to tell him that they can be just friends, even as his hard cock grazes gently against her body. Perhaps this - the way she so unselfishly and kindly assures him that it will be okay no matter what - is why he takes himself in his hand and lines himself up to her.

She grips onto his bicep and they look at one another, quiet and still, before he pushes the head of cock inside.

“Oh,” he mutters as the sensation of her around him begins to set in. Obi-Wan understands why they warn against this sort of thing, but takes pleasure in knowing that he’s getting to experience it now.

He doesn’t move for multiple moments and she does not ask him to. A part of her is just as pleased that he stays still, unmoving, because she gets to relish the feeling of him inside of her for longer.

When he does move again, it is a slow, composed pace he develops. His hips do not seem to control him as much as he does them and though he lets out soft, uncontrollable moans into her ear, it is understood that he will not lose himself to her or in her. This act, though it is for pleasure, is something that he will not give himself wholly to. At least, he will try not to let himself.

She does not let on to the fact that this causes her to worry; that she wonders if maybe he doesn’t like her, even as he takes his cock out, and pushes it back in, until he has nothing left to put. She has always worried, even as they kissed and touched and explored one another, that he allows it to happen because he feels he, in some way, owes her. Or worse: that he feels poorly for her. There’s not many men who do that sort of thing, but he is different. She has known it since the beginning.

It is only when Obi-Wan begins to feel his cheeks warm and the pleasure begins to feel heavy inside of him that he offers her any sort of reassurance. “Maker, you feel so good,” he whispers, voice affected by his desire.

She feels the tension leave her body. Encouraged by these words, she grips onto his sides and says softly into his ear, “Talk to me, Ben, please. Say all the dirty things that come to your mind.”

He presses his eyes closed and kisses the flesh of as her neck gently. He focuses on her words, let’s them run through him completely, multiple times. She wants him to tell how good she feels. She wants him to let go. To indulge.

He does, just as he worried he might. He finds he is only a man, and he says, “You’re taking me so good. So, so slick and warm.”

“Just for you,” she tells him, fingers digging gently into the flesh of his ass. His hips begin to stutter, becoming less of something he can control.

“Yes, just for me,” he repeats, pleased by the sound of it. “I half wish I could be in you forever.”

He pushes up into her more aggressively now, causing her to yelp. “Oh, Ben. Just like that. Please, Ben.”

He listens to her. He pushes his cock deeper and quicker, reaching a part of her he hadn’t before, a part that makes her cry out. It is an undeniably pleasant sound; one, that just like the slick that comes from her, tells him he is doing just as he pleases.

He wishes he could last forever - he meant that - but he knows his limits. The pleasure increases quickly and his entire body begins to alert him that it’s almost through. Before he can’t, Obi-Wan pulls out from her. She gasps at the sudden lost, but recovers more quickly from it than he. Knowing what it means, she reaches between them to hold him in her hand, stroking him once before he releases all over her body.

If she didn’t look at him the way she does, a bit dazed and half blissed out, he might’ve made the mistake and apologized for it.

“Thank you, dear,” he says to her softly, before reaching over and grabbing a stray piece of clothing off the ground. He hands it to her, eyes jerking down to his…mess.

She wipes it off, biting at her lip. “Thank you,” she tells him in return, handing it back.

Silently, Obi-Wan cleans himself off. He moves away from between her legs and gathers up his discarded clothes off the ground.

“Aren’t you staying?” she asks, voice fraught with worry.

He could say no. Maybe he should. But he doesn’t.

He says yes, not in spite of his being a Jedi, but because of it; he says yes because it is a thing he cannot help. Like all acts of kindness and compassion, he cannot fight against her. He doesn’t even wish to anymore.

As Obi-Wan stands in the middle of her room, naked, he comes to the realization that this, as much as anything else he has done, happened because he is who he is. That more than his just being a man named Ben, he found her because he was a Jedi who was meant to find her.

He takes a relieved breath and says, “Of course.”

In the half-lit room, he watches as she smiles brightly.

It is hard to think this could ever be so wrong.

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The fic about the crossover that really good , i can't stop laughing when i image anakin would said that.

Anyway , the new chapter about Elysia make me sad ... I wanna have her so bad but the story aaaa i refused to believe

Can you image Elysia! Reader ,reader have personality like Elysia and the appearance too with Yandere! Star War ? Pretty please

I heard / read Elysia sometime 'gone' that make people panicc , she just like hiding cmiiw👀

Luvv you , have a nice day xoxo

-🐦Anon

OMG ANOTHER GREAT IDEA FOR CROSSOVER-

i’ll give you the prettiest flower~!

Elysia!reader x yandere!star wars character (HC)

warning : typos, bad grammar  

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Anakin Skywalker

ayo-

i would say these two is the chaotic together

Anakin is having a high-level of jealousy and you’re the friendly person that like to hangout with everyone

you two good together, its just the jealousy that makes your relationship weird

“You flirt with how many people today?”

“Flirt~? i’m just a sweet talking, and oh! only to Senator Amidala and Rex today!”

“that’s a new record, i hope tomorrow you’ll do none- thank lord the mercy”

because we talking about yandere, i think he ever locked you up once..

no- twice...

three times?

but all of that attempts of him locking you up, you managed to escape easily and without even thinking that he’s locking you up.

“Where did you go?”

“The council, Senator’s room, Visiting the padawans, and Master Kenobi’s room!”

“alright that seems like a nice place to go- wait- MASTER’S ROOM? WHAT FOR?”

“giving flowers~!”

“You giving flowers to many people but me? do you not love me anymore?”

“*gasp* Who said that? oh my sweety baby cheeks my lovey dovey, i prepare you something more than just flowers just for you!”

“really?”

“Yeah~! come on walk with me! i’ll show them to you!”

honestly you’re just taking him around the Jedi Temple and then kiss him sweetly in the quiet place and the last, run!

but you guys a powerful couple, you good at negotiation, distracting and also you’re strong in force + able to masters many forms of lightsaber fight etc, while he’s a good pilot, strong, tall, dominating, and plus you both good at making sudden plan or well-prepared plan

noice

so when you’re gone somewhere or he lost you he’s losing his patience

he kill anybody that he suspects while he’s searching for you

but after all he does, he can’t find you, so he’s badly coming back at his place

“GUYS WE LOSE Y/N’

“CHECK, CHECK THE TRASH COMPACTOR”

“OH KRIFF, WHERE IS SHE?”

but then he saw you, sitting with a tea and wrapping yourself with a blanket, he thought he’s hallucinating

“Welcome home Ani! where have you been? i really miss you... :(”

“Is it really you? i should be the one asking where have you been, im worried sick about you..!!”

Obi-wan Kenobi

he’s the protective yandere

he can’t really like giving you limit about your friendship and locking you up or such, so he’ll just be very protective, so he’s watching you 24/7

he feels relieve when you don’t feel bothered by his appearance most of the time, making sure you’re okay

“You know, Obi, you are a true gentlemen, you guard and making me safe, thankyou for your love, i love it so much~”

you often find him looking out for you 24/7 when he’s free, even though he try to be sneaky 

“No Y/N don’t approach him, i have a bad feeling abut him”

“Remember if someone asking you to stay longer with them, tell them you have a husband” -Obi

“But i don’t have a husband?? we haven’t married ye.. you want us to married theenn~?”

if he’s jealous, he’ll just told himself that ‘come on, Y/N does this everyday’

but if you talking buddy acts to far, he’ll pulling your hand, and then “alright that’s it, you’re coming with me”

even though he’s watching you close, he sometimes just lose you, stupid maybe, but that’s what happened..

“Y/N? where are you? Y/N??”

he puts 100% effort on finding you, telling his clones, telling the other masters, but a bit with acting spice, they didn’t think that he search for you because he’s scared of losing you, just worried for general like losing a not-so-close friend.

and then in the middle of his searching, Cody carrying you, who’s holding a bucket of crown flowers

“Surpriseee, seems that you miss me, doesn’t it master Kenobi?”

this whole time you’re just wandering from place to another place, gathering everything that you catch your eyes on.

when you’re in private, he’ll scold you, but he manages to give you food, sweet drinks and dessert while scolding you, so you eat and listen.

“can you please stop hiding and roaming around the way you likes? i can’t always protect you from somebody who knows!”

but as a form of apologies, you place a kiss in his cheek and a warm tight hug, then let out a giggle

“I’m happy that you’re worried over me, such a gentlemen~”

“I love you, please don’t make me worried again, okay love?”

“Okie dokie!”

Padme Amidala

oh god the lovey dovey couple-

she’s a sweetheart, you’re a sweetheart

if you’re both going as a couple in a formal party, or even a normal party, everybody would say that you both are a happy, full of glitter, romance, fluff couple

y’all are the sweetest couple people could ever see

anything happens to you, she doesn’t insist on releasing her full power to solve it ngl

loves loves loves when you both having a skincare routine or a make up-ing session before both of you start your day

gifting is her way to show her love when she’s not able to show up and cuddles then sharing warmth, so she pick the best jewelry, dress, flower, accessory for you when she has to work most of the day

and every single Padme’s gift that you accept, you’ll wear it when you both have a chance to spend time together

when you’re gone, she’s surprisingly handle it well

connection and money baby

the longest record of her effort finding you that goes missing is 12 hours and 30 minutes

well she remembered it lmao

if you sweet talking or even flirt with your friend or sometimes stranger, she wouldn’t mind

that’s you being you anyway, so no problem she guess

but if somebody flirt with you... alright it depends actually

if you flirt back = soon to be friends 

if you’re silent = mayday mayday, red flag, you’re uncomfortable or worst case, you start to like them

SHE KEPT YOU AWAY LMAO

“Alright here’s the plan, stop meeting them ever again”

“why?”

“They play with at least one woman every day” she could be lying she could tell the truth

“Oh they’re bad... thankyou dear, i’ll take a distance from now on!”

Luke Skywalker

damn this boy is the protective and the paranoid yandere

“No don’t talk to them”

“stay here”

“Y/N, stay right here and wait for me, okay?”

“no don’t go there!”

“You can’t do that!?”

at first, he lets you to have fun with your friends

but the way you’re having fun is your friend makes him reconsider his decision

but he doesn’t want to put a limits on your life, he doesn’t want you to be sad

so he ask Leia, Han, or everyone in the rebellion to keep an eye on her or sumn

“we could watch after her, we promise”

well they lose you anyway

“kriff Luke, we lost her!”

“HOW!?”

well of course he check on the whole place at the base, so does with everybody, and then if he hasn’t found you, he’ll grab his helmet and then using his x-wing to search for you in the whole planet

i swear he drop at least one tear when he’s searching for you 

but guess what?

you’re at the back area of the base

how tf nobody find you in there?

feeding some animals...

okay he forgive you because you look pretty and cute while feeding them

but he will not let you go for the next 24 hours

“i swear you scared me, what if you’re not in the base? what if you’re being kidnapped by the empire and i late to save you? what if you’re being hunted by bounty hunter? oh i can’t lose you you know it!”

“hehe sorry, but at least i’m safe, and that’s all that matters right now right?”

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

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➜ Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi x reader

➜ Synopsis: When Padme had first told you that morning that she couldn’t make it today to help you find a dress, you had been extremely annoyed with the situation. You couldn’t stand dress shopping and the one person who helped you keep dress shopping short and quick couldn’t come? But now, as Obi wan stood behind you in the dressing room kissing up your neck, you were quite glad she hadn’t come.

➜ Warnings: Fem!reader, spice (ish), mildly suggestive, kind of showy dress, love bites, not properly proofread

➜ Word Count: 1.3k

➜ Notes: Idea credits to @compulsivewriter111 I wrote this while I was sick and withering

It wasn’t the most unusual thing for you to be asked to go to a fancy party, either by the council on a mission or by a senator you were acquainted with. Usually, the Jedi Council supplied you with something however, since most of the events you went too were, in some way, coordinated with the them. This time, however, you were completely on your own on how to dress for this event. You’d invited Padme to come help you find a dress, along with Obi wan and yourself, and she had agreed but then had to cancel last minute for “urgent senator business” as she called it.  

You’d only gone dress shopping once or twice, and it wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed, but sometimes, like right now, it had to be done. You’d never really gone dress shopping without Padme either. She had always helped you make it short and quick, finding something that you loved and looked amazing on you. But now you had no idea what to do or where to start looking without her to guide you, and that made this all the harder as you stood in front of one of the many racks of dresses at the third store you had visited that day.  

“I don’t understand why you’re contemplating this so much; they’d all look great on you!” Obi wan said from beside you as he continued going through the rack next to you in hopes of finding something that you might like. His statement pulled an annoyed huff from you.

“I doubt anyone else would share that opinion.” You muttered, touching one of the dresses that hung in front of you before quickly retracting your hand, your nose scrunching and lips turning down in a frown at the texture of the fabric.  

“How about this one?” The Jedi master asked and you turned around to see the dress he was holding. You reached out to touch it, rubbing the fabric in between your fingers.  

“Maybe...” You answered, turning away to move onto the next rack. He sighed but none the less put it on all the other dresses he had put on his arm. Now for the amount of time you’d been shopping the five dresses on his arm were really nothing, but for how picky you were he was surprised you had even said maybe to them. Obi-wan silently wondered how Padme seemed to be able to just pull something you would love off the rack each time. And so effortlessly too!

You continued going through rack after rack, before you were looking at, what you thought, had been exactly what you were looking for this entire time. The perfect dress. You stared in awe at it, reaching out to touch the fabric.  

The dress was a deep red, it looked tight fitting and had a slit at the right leg. The material was silky and, although it may have been bold for you, it was strapless and had an open back. It was simple but beautiful and you could always dress it up with jewelry and makeup if you felt it was to plain.  

“I think I finally found what I’ve been looking for Obi!” You told him excitedly, holding the dress up to your body.

“Thats great my love.” Obi wan said smiling tiredly. You could sense how relieved he was that you’d finally found something. “I’m assuming you’re done looking then?” You nodded.  

“Now all I need to do is try it on.” You said taking his hand and starting to lead him to the dressing rooms. The man behind you sighed tiredly at your words, but followed you anyway.  

You found an empty dressing room and entered, Obi wan following you in and locking the door behind the both of you. You took the dresses from him and hung them up, placing the one you had found on a separate hook. Obi wan sat down on the elevated slab that was attached to the right wall of the dressing room.  

A blush covered his cheeks as you started to change into the red dress and he looked down to concentrate on his hands that were in his lap, playing with his fingers mindlessly. He had to admit that he felt a bit awkward in this situation. You stripped down to your underwear quickly though and slid the dress on, letting the cool fabric slide over your body before you spoke to him.  

“Could you zip me?” You asked Obi wan, lifting your hair so he could see what he was doing. Obi wans head snapped up and he let out a small hum in reply, hopping that it would mask how flustered he felt. He stood and stepped behind you, grabbing onto the fabric right under the zipper lightly, and then the zipper. He swallowed harshly as he began zipping up your dress. The moment seemed to drag on, bringing a new found tension into the air.  

His hand lingered at the top of the zipper for a moment too long once he had finished and his eyes flitted up to yours in the mirrors reflection, only to find you were already looking up at him through your eyelashes.  

He sucked in a harsh breath as his eyes slid over your body in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged your figure in all the right spots and its color complimented your features quite nicely. Maker, you looked absolutely gorgeous in that dress.  

You straightened your head, and let your hair go, letting it fall down to its full length as your hands went to smooth over the fabric of the dress. The dress was perfect. Your eyes slid over to Obi wan in the reflection of the mirror. You felt his hand come around your waist, the other moving your hair to the side as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and began leaving kisses there.  

“What do you think?” You asked him, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned into his touch and tilted your head to the side to allow him more space.  

“I think you look beautiful.” He whispered to you. “Absolutely gorgeous.” he continued, voicing his thoughts from earlier. You felt him bite lightly at patches of skin on your neck and then press kisses to the spots after.  

“We can't do this here Obi-wan...” You whispered breathlessly. You said it so quietly that if he wasn’t so close to you, he wouldn’t have heard you at all. Your words had no real meaning though, and you knew he knew that at the low chuckle he gave. He knew how weak you were for him as much as you did.  

“Why not?” A small smirk dancing on his lips as he asked, continuing to kiss down your neck. He spun you around, a small gasp leaving your lips at the suddenness of it. Your hands went hold onto his shoulders and his went to your waist again, holding you firmly as his lips moved to yours. The kiss was soft but heated, and still had that intimacy to it.  

“So pretty.” Obi wan mumbled against your lips, “So, so pretty.” he continued praising you. His tongue slid against your bottom lip asking for entry, which you didn’t hesitate to give him, opening your mouth to allow him in, but something in you brought you back to your senses and you pulled away from him, his lips following yours as you did. Obi wans eyes opened and he looked at you with a frown that almost looked like a pout.  

“We should, um, we should probably pay for this and then we can, um, finish this at home...” You blushed at what your words were suggesting at. Obi wan smirked again.

“That sounds like a very nice plan.”  

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A gift for @thenegoteator :D

It took a Temple to raise a child, and Mace Windu was very much aware of this. However, it did not explain what Ahsoka Tano was doing at his door in the middle of the night. Ahsoka had deep bags under her eyes, which wasn’t too much of a surprise considering the current living arrangements of her lineage. While little Luke and Leia were relatively well-behaved newborns, they were still only a few weeks old. If their human caretakers didn’t wake up at every single little whimper, then the togruta with the superior hearing certainly would.

“Do you want to come inside?” Mace asked, not letting his confusion show. He was used to people coming to his door at the oddest hours.

“If—if I can?” Ahsoka replied as if only now becoming aware of her actions. In this, she reminded Mace of her Grandmaster and the many nights Mace had found Obi-Wan coming to his doorstep during the first months of Anakin’s stay at the Temple.

“My door is always open, Padawan,” Mace said – and watched her wince.

Ah.

So there was the problem.

“Caleb is currently sleeping in my bed as Depa is away,” Mace explained. “So please keep your voice down. I don’t want to wake him unnecessarily.”

The boy had already had a hellish enough month behind him, he needed all the rest he could get. Even though the war was officially over, enough planets refused to surrender, drawing out the battles until they had nothing but children left to sacrifice. It weighed on Mace’s shoulders, making him wonder whether he wasn’t too old to carry such burdens still.

Ahsoka nodded and followed Mace inside. He couldn’t recall whether Ahsoka had been in his room before, but from the way she eagerly looked around his quarters, taking in the sight of old instruments, books, and holos, he guessed she hadn’t. Well, at one point in their life, every Jedi had set a foot inside Mace’s quarters, so this was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Do you want a cup of tea?”

Ahsoka tore herself away from the sight and looked at him with surprise. “I—yes? That would be nice.”

“Then I will make a cup. Do you have any preferences? I believe I even have Obi-Wan’s favorite blend here.”

Mace had no idea whether he had bought it or if Obi-Wan had just left it here from himself when he came over. Knowing the other man, it was likely that the latter was the case. For a man claiming to be so very polite, Obi-Wan could be a right brat.

Mace’s kitchen was small, with only a few cabinets and one shelf, two cooking tiles, and an oven. He wasn’t much of a cook himself and preferred to eat in the cafeteria with everyone, frequently taste-tasting what the Initiates had prepared. He selected two uneven cups Depa had made for him when she’d been young from the shelf. Why she had decided to pick up pottery of all hobbies was beside him, but he supposed that she found the motion soothing. Devan did enjoy parkouring through the lower levels and Echuu was quite content playing the guitar to calm himself.

Perhaps Mace should focus less on why all three of his Padawans had decided they wouldn’t follow him into theatre so they could continue to make fun of him. Setting the water to boil, Mace searched through his cabinets until he found Obi-Wan’s favorite blend. The fruity tea was far from the blend he preferred, but Mace prided himself on being a good host. While he waited for the tea to finish steeping, Mace enjoyed the quiet of the night. For all that there were few sounds as dear to him as that of people walking, or in the case of some younglings and few selected Knights, running, down their large hallways, Mace could appreciate the quiet when the world came to rest.

With two finished cups in hand, he returned to the living room, where he found Ahsoka curled up on the sofa, no longer studying his quarters for any hidden secrets.

“Thank you,” she said when she accepted the cup from him. She held it in her hands as if to warm them, letting the steam hit her face. She breathed in once, twice, finding her rhythm again. Mace waited until she’d calmed enough to speak up.

“What brings you to my door, Padawan Tano?”

Ahsoka flinched and appeared to make herself even smaller as if attempting to vanish. When it became apparent that it didn’t work, that silence hadn’t been what she had sought him out for, she let out a sigh. “You keep calling that.”

“Calling you what?” Mace asked, his brow raised, playing oblivious.

“… Padawan.”

“Are you not? I was under the impression that you had returned to the Temple.”

“I did, but I still left,” Ahsoka replied. “I left and I was convinced that I had to leave and that it was good that I did. I still think I had to leave the Temple behind.”

“Then why are you torn?”

Ahsoka’s hold on her cup tightened and so, perhaps in wise anticipation, she set it on the table and buried her hands in her robes instead, hiding their twitching from view. Mace could trace all her mannerisms to her teachers and couldn’t imagine what it must be like to purposefully rip all those pieces from yourself when they had become so ingrained in your very being. Even Dooku, who’d fallen so far from their beliefs, had been unable to fully rid himself of Yoda’s lessons. Maybe it was for the best. Hope had become a scarce commodity during the war, yet Mace considered the possibility that in a decade, they wouldn’t be imprisoning a Sith anymore.

“But am I still a Padawan? A member of this Order?” Ahsoka asked. Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she shook like the leaves on the trees in the courtyard.

“Has your Master told you anything different?”

Ahsoka paused. “…. No.”

Seeing that realization was settling within her, Mace nodded. “Then you should not doubt him. You are a Jedi, Ahsoka Tano, and you will remain one as long as you live by our tenets.”

That teased a startled laugh from her. “Compassion for all except people who cheat at push-n-pull?”

As if transported back ten years, hearing Anakin say the same, Mace snorted. “The similarities between you and your Master astonish me every time. Yes, Padawan Tano, compassion for all.”

This seemed to calm the youth as she reached for her cup again and emptied it slowly. “It’s good.”

Mace smiled into his own cup. “I’d be insulted if it wasn’t. Obi-Wan forced me to memorize all the steps for making it.”

The then young Knight had been frazzled, and Mace honestly couldn’t tell what it had been about and had forced Mace to learn how to make this tea until he’d more or less collapsed on Mace’s sofa, completely knocked out until morning when Anakin had picked him up.

“He does do that,” Ahsoka agreed. “I think this is the only thing anyone can make reliably now.”

“Sleep-deprived much?” Mace inquired.

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. “Like you wouldn’t believe. I love Luke and Leia dearly, but they are demanding and need a lot of attention.”

That was honestly kinder than Mace would have described newborns at her age.

“There is a reason why we usually don’t have children this young in the Temple,” Mace said. “They are very handful. Do you get enlisted to help very often?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “No, Obi-Wan, Skyguy, and Padmé got it covered, and I’m mostly just helping out somewhere else.”

She trailed off a little. This, perhaps, was another issue, but one that could be equally easily dealt with.

“Thank you then for going where you are needed,” Mace told her.

Ahsoka blinked. “Huh?”

“You will grow into a specific role someday, Ahsoka, and that needs time. Do not feel as if you need to earn back your place in the Temple. You don’t need to earn yourself a home you have always had. For now, trust me when I say that everyone you’ve helped is glad that you were there. It is an admirable quality to have a sense of where you are needed. Do not see it as being the odd one out.”

This was the hardest lesson to teach and learn, the fact that there was a path out there for you, but that it took time to see where it would lead. Too many of their Padawans now felt utterly lost without the structure the war had provided them with.

“Oh. I guess if you say so.”

“Yes, I do say so,” Mace agreed. Then, eyeing Ahsoka’s empty cup, he added on, “do you want another?”

“No.” Ahsoka yawned. “I think I might best head back.”

“You can also sleep here if you want, and don’t mind Caleb hogging the blanket. I won’t go to bed tonight anyway.”

Ahsoka squinted at him as if attempting to discern whether he was lying. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really—”

“Ahsoka, go to bed.”

Clearly feeling better already, she saluted and, after Mace showed her his bedroom, made herself comfortable in it. She took off her shoes and tossed her robe over a chair before climbing into the bed. Ahsoka had barely laid down when Caleb already turned around to curl around her, clinging like a little monkey. After a moment’s apprehension, she relaxed and was fast asleep. Stealing one last glance at the two Padawan, Mace returned to his living room, looking through the incoming reports.

Hectic as the aftermath of the war was, as much effort as caring for their children was, Mace wouldn’t trade it for a single thing in the world.