#trying to get the bomb pt2 out at some point

[gregmarriage]

if anyone is interested: crack the window pt2 (or rather pt2 of watchful deer, as the series is actually called!) is happening, i’m just putting a pin in it for a bit, bc i’m focusing on other fics, to try to give me inspo for it!

updated ao3 to make crack the window officially part of a series. it’s happening, imao i’m scared

[jiminsass-istant]

Today I read something on Reddit about how many idols have done the choreo for Lie, but no one has attempted to sing it.

I don't know if this is true, but it ought to be.

I have seen some idols do the choreo for Lie. (Sorry, I do not know their names.) And they were competent, proficient, even good, but there was something lacking. The movements too sharp and perfect, without the fluidity and feeling Jimin creates, seemingly so effortlessly.

You did say you wanted to talk about Jimin's music, didn't you?

Hi Anon, I did want to talk about Jimin's music. So thanks for the ask.

LIE by JIMIN (Choreo)

To properly understand, I searched up a stage fancam of Lie on YT. Here it is for reference-

Also, this one-

(I also used the Lie short film behind the scenes from a bangtan bomb as reference)

As we can see, the Lie Choreo is NOT heavily dependent on the back up dancers. All the back up dancers do is showcase the chaos- by doing the same moves but in different angles, facing different directions to show chaos, and in the end when they lift Jimin during the bridge. Lie stage is not heavily dependent on back up dancers like in LC or Set me free pt2.

As you can see, the distinctive characteristic of Jimin's dances are -

1. His fast and slow movements, requiring extreme core strength.

2. His beautiful dance lines. Due to his professional background and again, core strength- that lets him always maintain those lines. Pause the choreo at any point and you'll get a pose. You can even compare his lines to the back up dancers and see how prominent they are.

3. Story telling via body language. Lie is a sad song. Like a cry for help. And that shows in his body language, even though he's dancing perfectly, he looks defeated, a little dizzy in between movements, hence bringing out the emotions.

4. There are particular parts of the choreo which I have personally used to compare the idols' performances. One of them being Jimin's body movement during the lines "smooth like-a like-a snake" and the other "순결했던 날 찾아줘"(Please find me who was innocent).

Let's look at the dance covers by idols/trainees-

NIKI-Enhypen

Out of all dances I saw, when it comes to technicality and detail, I think Niki's cover was the best. The only area he lacked in was body language. The way jimin carelessly lets his head dangle during the chorus, showing despair, the way he extends his arms in abandon during the choir part of the song etc- all of those movements generate the emotions of the song. Niki did it exactly the way a skilled, versatlie dancer would do it. The only thing he lacked was the body language of 'despair'. And I also need to applaud him for taking care of the dance lines. He did a great job.

Byeongkwan

Even though technically, Niki was more detailed, I enjoyed Byeongkwan's performance a lot because of the emotions he put. His head movement, hands, expressions - he was using them all to evoke the same emotions of the song. Technically, he missed some details of the original choreo and his body lines were not perfect. The central body movement during "Sungyeolhaessdeon nal chajajwo" was not that fluid. Some dancers do not pay attention to their central body movement when there is already a lot of limb movement (like tiktok dancers). Even though he was not technically accurate, he was a pleasure to watch because of his confidence and emotions. Even though his emotions were more about 'sexy despair' than just 'despair' lol.

YG treasure box (Junghwan vs Hyunsuk)

Won't even bother putting a link because these two are trainees and really really not upto the mark - both vocals and dance. So, I'm sorry I won't be evaluating them lol. You can find it on YT if you wish to. They shouldn't have chosen such a tough song for a battle, especially for trainees. Jimin is called 'idol of idols' but only those who are extremely hard working and daring enough to try to embody Jimin's power should attempt his stuff. It's very easy to fall short if they are not serious about it.

Dongheon from Verivery

A decent attempt for a rookie, I would say. He missed a lot of details and in some places, the popping was non-existent. Dance lines were also not taken care of. But overall, I think if he had practiced more, maybe with another pro-dancer, he could do better. He definitely tried to put in the emotions via body language, and I do appreciate that. Again the lack of torso movement during "Sungyeolhaessdeon nal chajajwo" was apparent. Such a simple thing, but such an easy catch when you need to distinguish idol dancers vs professional dancers.

All said and done, I see he is just a trainee, but I do see the passion, even in dingy practice room, recorded using a phone camera probably.

Tae Young, Seven o' clock

Again, I won't comment because this was done as a gag for an interview. It's not a serious performance or practice. Something you or I would do in the privacy of our homes or around friends lol. You can watch the video on YT.

That's all the covers I could find on YT.

A short note on LIE vocals: You are right, no idol has attempted to sing it. At least no well established idol. I saw some vocal covers by YT singers, but they all did it in their own style. Honestly, Jimin's vocals are not easy to replicate at all. Maybe a song like Serendipity is still okay to attempt, with the intention to sound like Jimin. But Lie?? No way. Because in Lie, Jimin doesn't use falsettos or soft voice (only bridge has falsetto) . It's all raspy, boyish voice and head voice. The high notes in Lie are not falsettos either. It's not just the emotions, but also his pronunciation, vocal fry, vocal texture and vocal cracks that come into play. They are simply not imitable. If you want to cover Lie, just do it in your own style.

Anyway, if you want to read more about Jimin, here's another post by me about his music which didn't receive a lot of attention, go read it if you can:-

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𝘔𝘠 II2 17 FBF ANALYSIS PT2

//𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 ii2 17 trailer spoilers :3

2/2

Splitting this into 2 parts was the worst decision ever💔

Anyways-

*We go back to Mecloud with the finalists to see them carelessly thrown into a white padded room. The reason Cobs would need a room like this is unapparent to me. 😭 this is where that zoom in on Suitcase that I didn't mention comes in! (Thanks for putting everything soooo out of order, AE 🤩💜)

They seemed to get out of the cuffs by some means, I believe this is either bc they 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 a way to get them off, or the cuffs were temporary, and popped off when Steve closed that door. There is a hole in this door that I'll mention again (thanks for making my job sooooo easy, AE. 😘/sarc)

We then get a zoom in on Mephone X. Forgot about him! Oopsies!!

One thing I want to notice- 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴��𝘥𝘦. I think his next victim is someone in purgatory mansion, so, that'll be fun!!

Things are brought back to the Hotel, with a new group of onlookers. Paper is among them, notable because he wasn't in the circle. This is not to say he's 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, (we know you like to put things out of order, AE🥳), but maybe that will soothe the Paper fans. (Me.)

What we see next is the first ss of part 2 (I used that to sum up all the shots we get of Knife snd Suitcase in that room) as we see knife try to break out. Suitcase is in the back talking to him, but I can see what she might be telling him. Maybe reassurance? It's clear from her face she isn't talking much about how to get out, or at least that's what I think. Oh! And back to the hole in the door, (it's back!! 🎉) we see Steve with his hand on the glass talking into it, presumably to the finalists. And finally time for me to talk about my theories for why his glasses are broken. ↓

In my analysis of the trailer snippet, I talked about how one of the reasons the finalists (and possibly suitcase (now proven also suitcase)) could have been cuffed was if Knife went back to his 'brutish' side, and ACTUALLY punched Steve. THIS SUPPORTS THAT. Ugh I NEED to see that sorry. (Oomfie is hoping he fell flat on his face like a dumbass 💜) but by God please tell me your theories on this.

Things pan back to lightbulb, (presumably before the later circling if I can call it that) I shown with that same leader-like vigor aforementioned. I think this is early on in the episode, as Bomb is shown on the couch playing video games as he was before, AND when the circle was made, the console was unplugged, so it couldn't have been after the fact.

We then go back to the white room, with suitcase walking to (what I believe is) the door, with a less grim look on her face.

I believe this is her with an idea of how to get out, trying to show - a still reluctant to listen to her - Knife.

(Ik I'm being brief with my recapping, I'm tired. 😭)

Back at hotel OJ, we can see Paper yelling at salt. Pepper seems to have a furrow to her eyebrows in the first few frames (this will prolly be my only benefit to doing this frame by frame 💔) suggesting that she's with either Paper or Salt strongly in this argument. They both at some point are pointing (haha) at OJ, or what's left of him, as they talk, making it easy to tell that this conversation is about him. (If that want clear from the fact that OJ is the only influential person that Paper and Salt have in common.)

We get a quick glance back in purgatory mansion on Marshmallow angrily trying to rationalize whatever situation they're in to the rest for who's there. This once again supports the idea the some there has/will die due to Mephone x.

And now guess what time it is

That's right!!

Circle time.

And update!! Mephone is in the center of the circle. Whether he asked the contestants to put him there, or the contestants WANTED him there, is not so clear, though. Lightbulb seems to be storing out of the circle to do something. Also we get a quick jumpscare of suitcase before the scene changes again.

And don't you love AE being so silly? Because it looks like Mephone walking into hotel OJ! When did his ass even leave? We don't know! 🥳🤩🎉 he had a somber look on his face and watch me find out in the episode that he didn't even leave and that he's just standing in front of the door for some reason. ❤

I think that (somewhere in this episode) Bow will make that egg sound again. I mean. Look. ↓

(I'm sorry. I need to piece all of this together after I finish writing this.)

We also see (what I'm almost SURE is) Marshmallow, picking up a TV remote. Don't know why that's important yet. ❤

Back to things that ARE important!

Like Steve cobs sitting in a metal chair, smiling. His glasses are cracked here too. He's most likely looking at the finalists in the stadium we saw at the start.

And if the timeline of this ep wasn't confusing already (it is) it's even more so now! We next see Lightbulb outside of hotel OJ with Baxter and the pen Test tube got her. IMO, it seems like she's going out looking for Paintbrush. The fact that she's clicking the pen like nobody's business supports that tenfold.

Aaannd BACK TO THE STADIUM! We see two cages with either of the finalists open, both with anger splayed on their faces. But I'M more focuses on the background.

What even 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 back there? I'm done questioning why Steve has all of these rooms, because if Walkie talkie is going to take the time to tell Mephone that everything's/one's made for him, I'd believe it that she wasn't lying. 💀🙏

Once again to prove that they AREEE fighting to the death (I'm so sorry😭) suitcase takes a stance that she settles into as she exits. ;↓

I know my theory isn't strong, but I don't have much to work with here man.

After one last look at Steve on his desk chair with his glasses cracked, the trailer wraps up with a date in our faces.

And GODD AM I PUMPED! so sorry this was so long, and PLEASE Yap to me about this. I need to talk inanimate insanity or I will explode.

[abitohoney]

Missing Scenes - A Collection of Jinx, Silco, & Sevika One-Shots

Part 5 - A Girlfriend for Daddy

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6

AO3 Link

Rating: Teen, mostly SFW (note my blog is not for minors)

Tags: Sevika, Silco, Jinx, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Good Parent Silco, Found Family, Father-Daughter Relationship, Humor, Jinx Needs a Hug, Silco Needs a Hug, Sevika Deserves a Raise, Young Jinx

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: A collection of one-shots set during the time-skip, mostly centered around Jinx growing up as Silco's adopted daughter. Many will likely involve Sevika, whether she likes it or not. Lots of awkward, funny, and good family feels.

Chapters will not necessarily be in chronological order, nor do they require that any other chapter be read for clarity.

AN: This has been posted on AO3 for quite some time. I'm just now getting around to posting it here.

Nightly patrons were just starting to make their way into The Last Drop as Jinx wandered up to the empty bar. She hoisted herself up onto a stool in the middle and kicked her dangling feet as she waited for the bartender to turn around. He was busy whistling a tune to himself while cleaning out several glasses, unaware of the small girl behind him. Jinx cleared her throat, and although it was only just loud enough to catch the bartender's attention, he gave a startled jump and spun around to face her, looking utterly terrified.

Jinx smiled somewhat shyly. "Hi…" she paused, her brows furrowing as if trying to remember something.

"It's Thieram," the bartender offered, apparently aware that she couldn't remember his name. "The usual?"

Jinx nodded and watched as Thieram reached under the counter and pulled out her black cup covered in little neon sketches. "Can I just call you Chuck?" she asked as he turned to fill her cup with an orange liquid. "Your name is too hard to remember, or say."

Thieram turned around and placed the drink on the counter, plopping a small straw in it before pushing it towards Jinx. "I prefer Thieram," he replied nervously.

Jinx provided no reply or acknowledgement as she took a sip of her orange drink. Thieram returned to cleaning the glasses, but this time keeping himself turned cautiously towards Jinx.

The Last Drop was much quieter this early in the night, with most of the patrons just stopping in for a couple of quiet drinks with friends or dates. Jinx spun around on her stool for a moment, stopping to watch as several couples strode into the bar, many with arms or hands linked together. One middle-aged couple sat in an otherwise deserted corner of the room, cuddled together in a booth. They were both eyeing each other lovingly. Jinx's face contorted in disgust for a moment until her gaze caught sight of the man. He was skinny, with pale skin and dark slicked back hair, and he wore a dark coat with an exaggerated collar. Quite the resemblance to Silco, minus the damaged eye and scars of course. The man was smiling, very genuinely, at his female partner.

Jinx spun back around in her chair, startling Thieram again, but at least not to the point of making him jump this time. She took another sip through her straw. "Where do guys find ladies?" she asked innocently.

Apparently forgetting he was talking to a pre-teen little girl, more specifically Silco's little girl, Thieram gave a simple reply, "Well, Babette's brothel is a good start."

"Oh. Thanks Chuck!" Jinx smiled as she took one more quick sip before launching herself off the bar stool.

"It's Thieram," came the sheepish reply, but Jinx was already halfway to the door. He shook his head and picked up another glass. He froze, realization apparently striking him. "Wait! Where are you going?!" he yelled, his face twisted in horror, but it was too late, Jinx was out the door. "Shit. Boss is gonna kill me," he cursed to himself.

As Jinx made her way through the smoky streets of The Lanes, she kept her hands near her satchels where a few of her bombs could be seen poking through the flaps. For the most part, she was ignored by the onlookers. It was still fairly early in the night, so the worst of the worst still were hiding in the shadows elsewhere. A few shady looking young men paused their conversation as she walked past, but she paid them no attention, staying focused on the path before her. She had been to Babette's several weeks ago, so she knew her way. Sevika was supposed to be taking her shopping for supplies, but had told her to just stay at the entrance of Babette's, claiming she had some 'important business' to tend to first.

When Jinx reached the large burgundy door, she gave it several timid knocks. A small slot on the door just above her head slid open, revealing a small portion of a burly man's face. His eyes scanned back and forth before finally looking down to find Jinx smiling up at him shyly. "Hi," she squeaked, waving a hand awkwardly.

"You lost little lady?" the man asked gruffly.

"No. This is Babette's, right?"

"Sure is, but you're far too young to be here, for work or play," he replied. "Come back in ten years."

Before the man could close the small slot, Jinx blurted out, "Wait! I'm here for... my dad."

The man's face contorted in confusion. "Your dad? You're here for your dad?"

Jinx nodded, but her smile was fading along with what little confidence she had. She clearly had no idea what she was doing. "I'm looking for a lady friend for my dad," she explained sheepishly, "I was told to try here."

Now the man behind the door was smiling broadly, barely holding back chuckles. "One moment Miss," he replied before closing the slot.

Through the door, Jinx could hear the man yelling to someone. "Hey Chardonnay! C'mere!"

The faint sound of heels clicking on the hard floor could be heard coming closer, and a quieter, more feminine voice began speaking. Their conversation was too quiet though, muffled by the large door. Jinx swayed back and forth in boredom while she waited outside.

When the door finally opened, a woman stepped forward and smiled brightly down at Jinx. She was dressed in a gold sparkling dress, if it could be called that considering the scant amount of material. She wore a mask in the same gold finish, covering just the top half of her face, leaving her bright pink lips exposed. She knelt down to bring her head closer to Jinx's level, revealing an absurd amount of cleavage. "So you're looking for a lady friend for your father, huh?" she asked, her voice resembling something most comparable to a squeaky mouse.

Jinx nodded, cringing slightly when her nose caught a whiff of the woman's overbearing perfume. "He works too much and doesn't seem very happy. I don't think he has time to meet someone," she explained.

"Aren't you just the sweetest," the woman cooed, flicking several locks of her long golden hair over her shoulder. "Well the ladies here usually require some compensation for being a friend," she explained.

Jinx's blue eyes lit up. "I have money!" She reached into one of her satchels, pulling out a large bag of coins and knocking one of her bombs to the ground in the process. The woman's yellow eyes followed the bomb as it rolled, but Jinx quickly scooped it up and placed it back in her satchel. "Is this enough?" she asked, holding out the bag of coins.

The woman took the bag and straightened up, carefully examining the contents. Her smile widened and her eyes sparkled. "This will certainly cover a night of friendship for your father." She glanced around the street behind Jinx before turning back to her. "Will your father be coming here, or shall I visit him at his place?"

Jinx clammed up for a moment, apparently having not thought that part through. "Uhm… can you come to his office?" she finally asked.

"Sweetheart, I can go anywhere for this," she giggled, shaking the bag of coins in her hand. "Give me one moment and I'll be right back."

Jinx nodded and watched the woman slowly saunter back into the building, closing the door behind her.

As the unlikely pair made their way towards The Last Drop, the woman looked down at Jinx's blue braids. "My name is Chardonnay by the way. What's your name?"

"Jinx."

There was a brief pause before Chardonnay spoke again. "That name sounds very familiar. Lovely name though, for a lovely girl." Jinx smiled shyly at the compliment. "So what shall I call your father? What's his name?"

"Silco."

Chardonnay froze, her yellow eyes wide, hand to her exposed chest. Jinx stopped, turning to gaze up at Chardonnay questioningly.

"Oh sweet Jinx," Chardonnay began softly, "You did not pay me nearly enough for this."

Jinx's eyes filled with trepidation. "I- I can get more money," she stammered.

"It's not really the money, sweetheart," Chardonnay replied softly. "Your father is, well he's... very special. He probably requires a very unique kind of lady."

Jinx, near tears, stood trembling, unable to say anything. Seeing her failed attempt at sugar coating the situation, Chardonnay quickly attempted to cheer her up. Sending Jinx back to her father in tears may actually be worse than showing up for this unexpected and most likely unwanted visit. "Don't cry sweetheart. I'm actually a pretty unique lady." She ran her hands along her curves to accentuate her statement. Jinx just stared watery-eyed up at her, clueless to the reference. "Maybe he'll have me for his friend. Let's give it a shot, 'kay?"

Rubbing the wetness from her eyes, Jinx sniffled and nodded.

Chardonnay stood behind Jinx just outside Silco’s office door, her confident smile long gone and now replaced with a look of apprehension. Jinx knocked gently on the door and peered up at the tall woman behind her, who gave her a forced smile.

“Come in,” came a deep voice from inside. Chardonnay swallowed down the lump in her throat and slowly followed Jinx as they stepped into the office.

“Ah, Jinx, I was wondering where you-” Silco’s words halted, and his welcoming smile from his seat at his desk was quickly replaced with wide eyes and a slightly agape mouth.

Sevika, who sat sprawled across the red sofa, nearly dropped the cigar from her mouth as her jaw dropped. Chardonnay waved her gold-tipped fingers at Silco, smiling awkwardly. “Sir, your daughter, sweet little thing, came to me looking for a lady friend for her father,” she attempted to explain, her sugary tone cracking under the scrutinous gaze of the kingpin.

Silco’s mouth remained open, his good eye darting back and forth between Jinx’s innocent, but nervous smile, and the equally nervous smile of the obvious prostitute he was being gifted. Finally he turned his attention to Sevika, who was clearly trying her damnedest not to make eye contact with him.

The room was awkwardly silent for far too long before Sevika finally spoke, “I should probably go. I need to check on Thieram.” She stood quickly, smashing the remainder of her cigar in the ashtray on the coffee table, careful to keep her eyes averted from her boss’. On her way to the door, she paused beside Chardonnay, leaning in to whisper for only her to hear, “If you make it out of here alive, I’ll see you tonight at the usual time.” Chardonnay forced a quiet giggle, but her eyes remained glued on Silco as his expression slowly fizzled into irritation at the sight of his second in command leaving him to deal with this situation alone.

After somewhat collecting himself, Silco ran a hand through his hair and gazed at Jinx. “Jinx, perhaps you could give me and this... new friend a moment to talk alone? Why don’t you head to your room and I’ll be there a little later.” She nodded and turned to leave, taking one last glance up at Chardonnay as she passed her. Not even a forced smile for Jinx this time, just a look of sheer terror.

When Silco quietly entered Jinx’s room, he found her sitting on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest, staring at her brown stuffed bunny that lay on her pillow. Her wide blue eyes looked back over her shoulder at Silco’s approaching form, barely visible in the small amount of light glowing from her bedside lamp. “Are you mad at me?” she asked quietly as Silco sat at the edge of her bed, his back to her side.

“No.” Silco’s tone was low, but gentle. He placed a hand on the small of Jinx’s back, urging her to turn and sit beside him. She swung her long skinny legs over the side of her bed, her feet resting on the floor beside Silco’s. Jinx peered up at him, the unscarred side of his face visible, but unreadable as he stared blankly at the dimly lit wall across the room. She turned her gaze to her feet and waited for him to speak.

Releasing a deep sigh, Silco looked down at Jinx from the corner of his good eye. “Why did you bring that woman to me?” he finally asked.

Jinx wrung her hands in her lap. “I- I just thought you could use a friend,” she replied softly.

Turning his head to look at her fully, Silco raised a brow. "Why do you think I need a friend?"

Jinx shrugged her shoulders, but offered an explanation. "You don't seem very happy, and sometimes I see men who look so happy when they have a female friend with them."

A small smile tugged at Silco's lips as he released a throaty chuckle. "That was very thoughtful of you, but not everyone needs that kind of companionship. I have you, and that's more than enough for me."

Jinx gazed up at Silco with beady eyes. "You're happy with me?"

"Yes. Very," he replied with a small reassuring smile.

As expected, Jinx rewarded his complement with a spine cracking hug. Silco patted the top of her head, his typical minimal contact form of affection reserved only for her. When she finally released him from her bear hug he had one final question for her.

"Why, of all places, did you go to a brothel to find me a friend?"

Kicking her feet and smiling from ear-to-ear, Jinx replied simply with, "Chuck!"

"Chuck?"

"Yup! Chuck, the bartender guy, said Babette's was the best place to find a female friend. I went there once with Sevika. I think she has friends there too."

Silco's brow raised again. "That's… interesting. In the future, please do not utilize Thier- Chuck for advice. He is not a reliable source for anything beyond drinks."

"Got it!" Jinx replied mid yawn.

"Perhaps it's time for you to get some rest," Silco suggested.

"But I'm not tired!"

"So you were yawning because you find me boring?"

"No." Jinx sighed in defeat and flopped back on her bed. Silco pulled the quilt from the foot of the bed over her as she positioned herself, plopping her head on her pillow. Handing her the brown bunny, he knelt over her, pressing his lips softly on her forehead.

"Don't worry, you're all I need," Silco whispered before turning off the small bedside lamp and leaving Jinx to smile proudly as she hugged her bunny close to her chest.

Next Chapter >

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Kissing in the Moonlight | Tommyinnit pt1

Just got this idea from one bit in the song: can't remember to forget you, or whatever it's called, just found the audio on TikTok tbh

This is based off of the stream where tommy is in Paris with Dadza, Mumza and Wil, just you are added

Edit: i made a pt2 but i don't know how to set up links so you can go to my page and find it, or if some of you know how to please tell me how :')

Keywords: y/n - your name; e/c - eye colour

This is a Tommyinnit x gn!reader

Warnings: none, just fluff

Enjoy :)

(not my gif)

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As the plane came to a stop, Phil, Kristin, Wil, Tommy and Y/n got of the plane, walking through the airport.

"you know France is the city of romance?" Tommy asked Wilbur, "yep." Wilbur said, "i sould meet the love of my life here." "France is the city?" "O could meet the love of my life in this-" "you won't." "Why not?" Tommy asked, "cuz you're never going to meet the love of your life, you're gonna die alone."... "Phil! You know i could meet the love of my life here!"

For the following time at the airport, Tommy asked Wil how to say things in French, Y/n was talking with Kristin, and Phil was just filming everything laughing behind camera.

When they finally got out of the airport the first place we went to was of course the Eiffel tower, Tommy bought himself a cup of coffee, all of it spilling in his hands, they started climbing up the Eiffel tower, making jokes here and there, and y/n cringed every time they looked to see how far up they were.

At some point Tommy got stuck between the bar's of the Eiffel tower that they had to shimmy his head out of the bars, and unlucky for them, Phil didn't film it.

They soon got off from the Eifel Tower to go to the museum, Phil nad Kristin stopped at a bakery, "oh look at the married couple." Tommy said pointing the camera to Phil and Kristin then to him to quote on quote 'spit on it' as a sign of disrespect

Tommy started to whine that he wanted to go home, and Phil and Wil posed in front of the Eiffel tower like a couple tommy on the side of the photo looking like a little child tht photo bombed someone

They found a small bug that they named Carl, and Tommy claimed that Carl was like the pokemon, yelling go Carlos

They entered the art gallery Tommy and Wilbur singing the Jurassic park theme song, Tommy drooled over a sculpture of a woman and her boob's as y/n looked around the gallery with fascination in her eyes, and Tommy frond himself staring in to y/n's e/c eyes

"hey you okay big man?" Wilbur asked as Tommy shook his head getting out of his thoughts, "yeah just zoned out." Tommy said chuckling awkwardly

After visiting the Mona Lisa painting they soon left the museum and just chilled around it, throwing water bottle's at Tommy, one of them nearly hitting a person, and they left to go to a restaurant to eat... Snails... And frog legs... Yeah

Phil was the first one to try and eat the snail, he slurped the insides and said that it tasted like osme type of garlic, the Kristin was the next one to try it, and she actually thought it was good!?! Tommy and i looked as Kristin with pure shock and disgust, "get a divorce." Tommy and i said in usion as Kristin and Phil laughed quietly

"Tommy, i will try a snail if you try one." I said looking at Tommy raising a hand for a handshake, "Deal." Tommy said shaking my head and we both took one snail and took it out of it's shell, we took a bite at the same time and both cringed at the taste, "here, have some wine." Wilbur said handing tommy a glass of wine as Kristin handed me a glass of water, "but y/n gets water! Why do I get wine?" Tommy asked, "it's because you whine a lot now you rather drink that or nothing." Wil answered and y/n chocked on water, Tommy took a sip of wine and gagged at the taste

"oh that's even worse!" Tommy whisper yelled

"how do you eat the frog?" Tommy asked as Phil took a bite of a slug, "go in Phil!" Wilbur cheered him on quietly, "Philza minecrafte eating slugs." Tommy singed, "oh i can taste the earth." Phil gagged, "frog kinda Pog." Tommy said looking at me then the camera as he continued eating the frog legs

Now we were skipping through town enjoying the night air, "we have to get to the apartment." Wilbur said rushing, and we followed him behind

---y/n's pov--- + time skip

I said goodnight to everyone and went to a room with Kristin, laying don't in my bed and getting in to my pj's i lied down on my bed, "goodnight Kristin." I said turning off the bedside lamp, "goodnight y/n." She said and turned off her bedside lamp.

After two hours or so i still couldn't fall asleep, i looked to my side to see Kristin sleeping peacefully, and i sighed quietly in anoyence, the door to our room slowly and quietly started to open and fear overtook me, i watched the door in fear to reveal... Tommy? "Tommy what are you doing here? It's like... Two in the morning." I whispered quietly, "shh! I'll explain later just get dressed and follow me." He whispered, i rolled my eyes and got out of bed as i opened my backpack and took a plain white shirt, baggy jeans and under ware, (if you are female that includes a bra.), I quietly got dressed and picked up my backpack, taking my phone from the bedside table and off the charger, i left the room slowly closing the door as quietly as possible as to not wake up Kristin, "okay so what do you want Tommy." I whispered, "Wanna go to the city?" He asked and i sighed, "but what about telling Phil, Kristin and Wilbur?" I asked ,"oh who cares let's just go, get the late night Paris air, aye?" He said, i sighed, "fine let's go." I said grabbing the spare keys to the apartment that Tommy was holding.

We left the apartment keys at the front desk and walked around town, "wanna go to the Eiffel tower? I think it glows at night." Tommy said, "just look to your left dimwit, you're gonna see it glowing." I said pointing ot the Eiffel tower, Tommy chuckled in embarrassesment, "oh yeah... Anyway you still wanna go?" He asked, "sure, it'll be pretty up close." I said, "not as pretty as you." Tommy said quietly, "what was that?" I asked, "o-oh nothing!" He said tensing up.

We were just sitting at a bench in front of the Eiffel tower, admiring it's beauty, "it's peaceful." I said smiling, "yeah i know." Tommy said as i felt a pair of eyes on me, i looked towards tommy to see that he was looking at me, "are you trying to flirt with me? Is the Tommyinnit, trying to flirt with a peasant girl like me?" I asked, "No! You're not a peasant girl." Tommy said, "but you didn't deny you trying to flirty with me." I smirked at him, "so what if i was." Tommy said looking at me with a huge smirk on his face, "whatever." I said looking away flustered.

"anyway Tommy." I said, tommy hummed in response, "do you... like anyone?" I asked, Tommy chocked on air, "w-what?" He asked, "do you like anyone?" I asked, "i mean- no- do you?" He asked, i was a little disappointed by his answer, "i do actually." I said, "o-oh yeah? Who is it?" Tommy asked, and i could have swore i heard disappointed in his voice, but i brushed it off

"well I'm not going to tell you." I said, "then tell me what he's like, or wait she's like- they're like?" I said and i giggled, "well he's, kind, loud, energetic, kind of goofy and overall very sweet, he always manages to make my day, and I'm always happy when i talk to him, he has blond-ish hair and he's tall, and he has a deep British accent." I said, basically explaining to Tommy, the space between us filled with silence, the only things that could be heard are the rustling of leaves nad occasional car's passing by

"I lied." Tommy said, "what?" I turned towards him with a confused look on my face, "i lied, i do like someone." He said still looking forward, "who is it?" I asked

"you."

He said, finally looking at me, my eyes widened, "me?" I asked, "yes and i understand that you like someone else, i just- i just wanted you to know." Tommy said as his eyes started to tear up, "oh Tommy." I said as tears filled my eyes,

"I do like you." I said, "what." He said, "im saying i like you too dingus." I said laughing a little wiping my tear's, "but who were you descri- oh now i get it." I said, i started to laugh and Tommy started to laugh with me, "i literally described you! How did you not notice!" I said in between laughs, "i don't know." He said laughing

As our laughs slowly died down, and then, silence.

"so what do we do now?" I said breaking the silence looking at Tommy, and he looked at me at me same time

He extends his hand and he grabbed my cheek gently, as he slowly started to lean in he stopped before our lips could connect, "may i?" He asked, "of course dumbass." I said giggling lightly, Tommy slowly connected our lips together

The kiss felt like hours, even though it lasted a couple of seconds, but as soon as we separated for air i missed the feeling

We looked in each other's eyes, lost in the moment untill...

The phone started to ring

"Shit!" Tommy yelled grabbing his phone, "Where the FUCK are you two!" You hear Wilbur yell from the other end, "Were at the Eiffel tower." Tommy said, "Get your asses back home before go to the Eiffel tower myself and kick both of your asses!" He yelled and hung up

"Well we fucked up." I said, "we sould probably go." Tommy said standing up, "wait! One last thing before we go." I said, "what is tha-" before tommy could finish his sentence i pecked his lips, "okay now we can go." I said skipping away, Tommy stood in his spot frozen, but he shook his head quickly and followed me.

"We're fucked."

That is all, i kind of rushed the ending but i still like it.

Anyways hope ya liked it, Bye!!!

[sparkbeast20]

Canine Chaos

Part 4 of Dog Days Pt2 Pt3

Here's what breed each of the characters are

Summary: After coming back with all the things to break the curse, Simeon and Solomon get the spell ready while Luke act as hands for you and the brothers. Unfortunately even in dog form, the brothers are still demon brothers.

Warning: Swearing, and Dog fight(?)

After eating the cookies, You, Luke and the other brothers minus Satan and Belphie head to Levi’s room. There you all settle down with you on Luke’s lap he figures that three certain dogs will start arguing about who gets to sit next to you. Lucifer figures if he can’t talk yet, he might as well take this opportunity to sleep. So he lays down behind the group and quickly falls asleep.

Both Mammon and Asmo took their stops at either side where Luke is sitting, Levi lay down in front of Luke and Beel next to him. When Luke clicks on the remote, all the brothers let out a confused sound.

“Aw~ Levi, what happened to your TV! Where are all the colors?” Asmo was the first one to point it out.

“Yup, I had a hunch that this would happen. Dogs are kinda color blind”

 As Mammon barks, maybe trying to complain. Levi slowly turns to you with a heartbroken expression.

“So… We can’t watch the show…” He said it quietly. Beel the lovable brother comments

“We can still watch it. It just black and white-”

“NO! This defeats the purpose of watching anime! How can we enjoy all the hard work of the colorist artist who works on this show when we can’t watch this show properly!!” Levi got up and quickly ran out of the room. Mammon barks trying to call him back before getting up himself and running after him. Asmo sighs at his older brother's antics. He got up and turned to face you and Luke. 

“Say Luke, be an angel and help me and MC to my room. I sure need a bath after all this madness.”

“Oh can I come?”

“Sure Beel, just make sure you don’t eat my bath bombs again”

“I couldn’t help it, they smell and look like candy!”

As Asmo explain to Beel the differences between candy and his bath bomb. You jump out of Luke’s lap and prast over to Lucifer. “Luci” you poke your nose on his snout. “We’re heading to Asmo’s room, wanna come?”

Lucifer slightly opened his eyes and shook his head for no. You shrug it off, give one lick his nose before turning around and head to the door. Asmo seeing you leave he follows with Luke getting up from the floor, both he and Beel follow leaving the door open for Lucifer as all four you make your way to Asmo’s room.

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Meanwhile in the living room, Satan watches Solomon reading through his spell book while Simeon ready all the materials for the spell on the table. 

Satan stayed behind with Belphie in the common room when Solomon and Simeon returned from Purgatory hall. Once Solomon tells Simeon to get everything ready, Satan thought that this would be a good time to leave them alone. But all that changes when he spots some rare ingredients that would be perfect for a spell he read up that he can use on Lucifer.

So he stayed and watched the two beings making a spell. But as soon as Solomon used one of the ingredients that Satan wants, the demon walked up and took it and rushed towards the common room where Belphie is sleeping. He places it next to his sleeping brother and heads back to the other room and repeats it.

Once he had everything he needed from Solomon, he dropped the last ingredients next to Belphie before heading to his room to get the other things he needed for the spell.

While all that was happening Solomon noticed what Satan was doing but chose to let him take the ingredients. He’s curious as to what Satan has on his sleeves with all those things.

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“Okay I'll be in the bedroom if you guys need me.” Luke tells you and the two demons before closing the door. Leave you three to enjoy the bath that he made. Asmo cursed that he had Luke do all the preparation because he can’t do it himself because he has paws and is too small to get all his bath things which were on high shelves.

He has to thank Luke for this, he turns to the bath and walks towards it and jumps on the edge of the bath, walking along the edge until he is at the side of the tub where there steps. He jumps on the steps and walks into the water. It was the perfect temperature not too hot and not too cold, and the soothing sense of his bath bombs made it even more perfect. Right until you and Beel just jump into the tub and start swimming in the water.

Asmo sceam in displease at the fact his calming bath has been disturb. “Beel! MC! I was enjoying that!”

“Aw, Come on Asmo. what’s the point of having a pool and not swimming in it” Beel responds.

“First of all this is my tub! Not a pool! And secondly- Pfft!! Hahaha” Beel’s face shifted to a confuse one when Asmo start laughing, he turn around to see you climbing out of the tub with you looking like a wet dog, what makes it hirelous is because your a Pomeranian your body is under a layer of fluffy fur, so when your fur is all wet you more smaller and skinnier with wet fur.

“Aw~ Look at you darling, you look like a wet rat” Asmo teased you, which made you snarl.

“Just laugh it out, it's not like I’m the only dog here with more fur than hair.”

“Uh?” Asmo concerned swam to the steps of the tub and got out of the water, sure enough he too looks like a shirving wet rat. “Ahhh!!”

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“There you go, Lucifer. Both you and Mammon can talk like the others now.”

“I would’ve preferred you cast that spell only on me. It was a breath of fresh air for once-”

“Fuck you! I would’ve kept barking at yer ass and even biting it if ya didn’ do it shedy!”

After twenty minutes of his nap, Lucifer woke up and headed down stairs where he saw Mammon and Levi fighting. He steps in and growls at those two which made him whimper and crouch down to make them seem small to Lucifer. 

Levi was the one who told Lucifer that Solomon and Simeon are back and are already start to make spell that will break the curse, no other noise Lucifer turn and follow the scene of angel which lead him to the living room where Simeon greet him a pat on his head which Lucifer is not pleased.

After giving both Lucifer and Mammon the ability to talk, Lucifer can’t help but to feel something ain’t right. “Where’s Satan and Belphie!”

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“It is a good thing that these spells don't need specific amounts otherwise with other “Dark Crevasse '' situation” Belphie comments as he “try” to stir the pot as Satan follows his book instruction and puts in the ingredients.

“It is only a hex that brings discomfort to Lucifer every time he drinks his coffee in the morning. The hex has the thing that triggers it, hence this…” Satan reaches down and grabs a bag of coffee beans in his jaw showing Belphie.

“I’m guessing that you manage to get that from my study?”

Satan and Belphie stiff before turning around to See Lucifer, even with a dog face they both see his angry expression.

“I guess you ask Solomon to give you your voice back” Satan inserted with his voice muffled with the bag still in his jaw.

“How did you two manage to get my coffee beans?” Lucifer ignores Satan jab and repeats his question.

Feeling daring, Satan smirks at Lucifer before tossing the whole bag into the pot and sticking out his tongue at his brother, all the while Belphie keeps stirring the pot.

Lucifer glares at the two before launching at them, both Satan and Belphie quickly move out of the way and make a break to the door, with Lucifer giving chase. All three run into the living room, completely ignoring Mammon and Levi arguing as Simeon tries to stop the two.

Solomon kept his focus on the spell, but his patients were wearing thin up to this point. But if he makes one mistake on this, who knows what will happen.

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Asmo gave up on having a soothing bath and called Luke to open the door.

The angel helps dry you and Asmo off with towels and a blow dryer leaving the two of you two big cotton-like fur balls.

As Asmo was about to ask Luke to comb his furwhen he spots Beel sneaking out of the bathroom, his mouth full of his bath bombs. “Beel! Drop. them. NOW!!” but Beel shook his head and quickly ran out the room. Asmo jumps off his bed and chases after Beel.

“Even as dogs they seem to always get into trouble” Luke sighs as he tames your fuzzy fur. “Huh… MC, do you know who was the demon that cursed you and the brothers?”

“I recognize the face, but I don’t know who he was. But I don’t mean to curse the brothers… only me…”

“Huh? Why?” Luke pauses and looks at you, but you turn your head away.

“When he was chanting the spell. I used my pact to summon the brother, it seems that I made a connection to them which might have caused them to change like me.” You felt guilty ever since Lucifer and the others found you in the woods. Sure you're a sorcerer but your reflexes were lacking which gave the demon a chance to grab you. And in a panic you use your pact with Belphie, opening your connection to the brothers. This is all your fault-

Then a hand on your head, brought you out from your thoughts. You look up to see Luke smiling down with his arms widened before wrapping them around your small frame lifting you up, cradling in his embrace “Simeon and Solomon are doing their best to break this curse. So please don't blame yourself MC. You did what you had to do to save yourself… I’m just happy you're safe”

Luke starts to sob and bury his face into a small body. He masshav been worried to death when he saw your clothes in the path to the house, but had to put on a brave face. He is still a kid after all so anything is to you or the others, Luke would have no idea what to do or a way to help.

You maneuver your body in his arms and move your face close and nuzzle your face into his, in some way this might help him to calm down. And it did soon Luke started laughing and saying that your nuzzling is tickling him.

The two of you comfort each other for a good five minutes before you two got startled by a sound of something exploding, various screaming and the unmistakable Lucifer screaming “Mammon” Luke quickly ran out of the room with you in his arms, carefully run down the stairs, as soon as you two are in the hall where the living room is, you saw the halls is filled with smoke, luckily is smoke from a failed spell curse/hex/spell, whatever.

Luke slowly through the smoke and managed to get in the room. He immediately stops in his tracks as you and him stare at madness within the room. Dumbfounded to see all the brothers still dogs only this time they have their demonic features. Their horns, tails/wings are out, Lucifer is flying after Satan and Belphie. Both Asmo chasing Beel right near the ceiling circling around the chandelier and Mammon trying to fly away, only to have Levi wrap his tail on one of Mammon’s legs.

Out of instinct, you leap out of Luke’s arms and stand up straight and let out a loud “Stay!” which causes all the brothers to fall into the ground and be pinned by the power of the pact.

“Oi! Warn us next time!” Mammon yells.

“Yeah! I’m still a cute, adorable doggy. You could’ve broke me in half” Asmo whines and whimpers looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Well you should’ve thought of that before starting fighting again-”

“Simeon! Solomon!”

The sound of Luke crying out to his two dormate made you all whip your heads towards the crying angel.

All you watch as Luke runs towards one side of the room where you saw both Simeon and Solomon’s clothes on the floor with each both having a large lump in them. As soon as Luke reaches the pile of clothes, he drops down on his knees and quickly moves the clothes away while calling out both of his roommates. Luke stops and stares at the two pass out dogs within both Simeon and Solomon’s clothing. “Solomon… Simeon…”

Notes:

Okay, I have no idea what dog breed can Simeon should be. I was going to make Solomon as a white and black Siberia Huskey.

So any thoughts I would like to you guys suggestion. The next one will be after either sea for two pt 11 or another fic. So there will be time to decide on which breed is who.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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Through The Years

Edward Nashton x Wayne!F!Reader

Angst, Fluff

Diversion From Canon

Summary~ Y/N Finds Out Edwards Secret Plan

AN~ I took over a year off, then cut you bitches some slack, tell your friend to tell a friend... SHES BACKKKKKKKKK💞💘💗💖💗💘💞💘💗💗💘💞

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<2 Years Ago>

<30 Years Old>

Your life had never been better than it is now. You had an excellent career, wonderful home and the most loving fiancée on the planet. You'd always expected wedding planning to be stressful, and it was, but it was far easier with Edward by your side.

You had been engaged for a little over a year now, every day you spent together was pure bliss. You thought you could never love him more than you did before, you get proven wrong every time you look at him.

You got up early this morning to make breakfast before work, only to notice you were alone in bed again. He'd spent the night writing in that journal, again. You made your way out of bed and to his office, you knocked gently. Scrambling could be heard from inside, something banged, sounded like a drawer closing too fast, then the door opened quickly, revealing his dark, fussy hair and deep eye bags.

"Hey hon, what's up." He asked, trying (and failing) to stifle his yawn.

"What's up?" You breathe, exasperated, "Jesus Ed, did you sleep at all last night?"

He nods hesitantly, "Yeah, yeah. I got a couple of hours."

You rolled your eyes at him, that always ment he only got two, maybe three.

"Sure. What kept you up last night?" You sighed. You knew you'd never get a straight answer to that, but you still asked everytime.

"Oh, nothing just, you know, stuff." He was barely comprehensible at this point.

"Eddie-" You began.

"It's okay, I promise, I was just writing some stuff in my journal. Nothing bad honey." He interrupted, taking your hand and kissing it gently.

"Whatever." You shook your head, too tired to argue. "Want me to make you breakfast?"

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You were worried about him. Of course you were. The first night he spent writing in that journal, as weird as he acted the days following, you thought it was a one time thing. Then he kept it up. Not sleeping, barely speaking. Just writing.

A few weeks after it began you brought up potentially getting a therapist for him.

He never liked that.

You saw it as it is, getting help for your problems, no shame in that. But he saw it as degrading, insulting. Like the mere thought of going to therapy ment he was crazy, helpless. Pathetic.

You wanted to respect his wishes and not go through is belongings, especially not the ones in his office but you couldn't think of one other option. Talking with him, as hard as you tried, yielded no results, waiting it out wasn't going to happen, as much as you hated disrespecting his boundaries, the best course of action was searching the journal for answers.

He was away at work, you should have hours to look through his office then plan for a conversation with him once he got home. You entered the cold room you'd only ever seen from tiny cracks through the doorway.

Flicking on the light, you begin opening his drawers, you guessed that's where he kept it due to the sound you heard in the morning. You opened the bottom right drawer last, not surprised to find the journal sloppily thrown on top miscellaneous papers and office supplies.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for what ever you'd find in here. It's for the best. You keep saying in your head, it's for the best, you have to read this. You open the first page.

Creepy drawings, incoherent scribbles, vile things written on every page. His nightmares, his memories, his hatred for seemingly everything.

Somewhere in the middle of the journal a plan begins to form, murder, torture, bombing the city...

You feel tears brimming the corners of your eyes when you read he'd planned on killing his own brother-in-law. Whilst you weren't as close with Bruce as you wished to be, the idea of him dying, especially at the hands of your own husband, made you want to vomit.

As much as you wanted to throw the journal back into the drawer and run out of this room and never think about it ever again, you couldn't. The things you'd found here would haunt you.

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Hours pass and you're still slowly reading the journal, by the time he gets home.

"Hey hon! I'm home." Edward calls out to you, concerned when he can't see you and you don't answer him. You always answer him.

Edward begins to search the house, calling for you every few seconds until he sees his office door open, just a crack.

A rush of anger flares through him at your betrayal of his wishes. It slowly turns to dread as he opens the door, coming face to face with your tear filled eyes. His geart aches looking at the subtle fear in them. You read it. You know everything. You're scared. Of him.

"Honey I-"

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered. "How could you think all this? Why... what... I just, I can't believe you."

"Y/N, please, I can explain." He tried to calm you.

"Then do. Explain how you're not a murderous phychopath, honey. Can you explain that to me?" You spat, furious.

"It's awful, but I can't help it. I don't want to feel this way or think that stuff, I just do." He hesitantly 'explains', "I don't actually want to do that plan I wro-"

You interrupted him by slaming the journal on his desk. "I don't care if you want to or not! You're still thinking about it!"

"I'm sorry, please I'm sorry honey, I love you." he repeats with tears flowing freely down his soft round cheeks. He was wrong, going to a therapist wouldn't make I'm crazy and pathetic. He already is.

"I love you too. But please find a hotel tonight." You told him. Then you walked into your bedroom and sobbed harder than you had in your entire life.

You spend the entire night awake, yearning for the Edward that was kind and gentle, the boy who'd had a panic attack over flowers not being perfect for you, who'd sobbed after having not seen you for five years, who'd screamed louder than you'd thought was possible when you mentioned getting back together, who'd planned the sweetest proposal.

The man who'd wanted to make the world better for you. That's what he wanted, right? That's why he wrote all that stuff, what his plan was about. Making everything better, although maybe not just for you. Surely other people would benefit from his plan. Getting rid of the corruption in Gotham could help so many people.

All of a sudden you sat up and scrambled to find your phone on the bedside table. Once you find it you call him, no doubt in your mind that he's awake. And probably crying.

He picks up fast, his hoarse voice indicating you're correct. He begins to apologise but you cut him off, with a simple

"Do it.".

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Okay. So I just watched the Hunger Games and was wondering what the RFA+V+Searans reaction would be to MC having to fight in the games? That would be so scary and sad.

I LOVE THIS REQUEST also I’m adding Vanderwood too oops

You Get Picked for the Hunger Games - RFA + Minor Trio

Important Note: if you’d like any of these written in a more in-depth one or two shot I’m begging you to request it I love this prompt so much. That’s why I didn’t write about the actual games happening :) hoping maybe someone may want a pt2 of any of these

Warnings: mentions of death, killing, a lil angst

Zen

You were in District 7, the lumber district

You and Zen had been together for years

You liked to spend time in the forests together, getting a little peace from the real world

More aptly out, you liked to climb the trees together and spend the day in them; you would all day if you didn’t have to go home to help with your younger siblings

“I’m so sick of the games,” you grumbled. The reaping was today, where the tributes would be picked. “At least its our last year in the poll to be picked.”

“Thank goodness.” He agreed, leaning forward to place a kiss on your lips. “Then we can finally get married and start a family.”

You giggled. “We have to take care of my siblings too”

He shrugged. He’d do anything for you

When they picked you, your heart stopped

Nobody volunteered; they usually didn’t in 7

As the lady went to pick for the boys, you scanned the crowd for Zen

Shaking your head vigorously. He couldn’t volunteer

You felt like you were going to cry or die of anticipation

He understood

It killed him inside but he didn’t volunteer

You got to meet with him to say goodbye before you were off to the Capitol

“Zen,” you whimpered. He pulled you in for a tight hug

“Take care of my siblings. Okay?”

He nodded. He was at a loss of words for the first time ever

Then he inhaled deeply, fishing in his pockets and pulling out a small copper band

“Put this on and we’re married. I don’t care if that’s not how it works. I can’t have you leave without marrying you first.”

You took it wordlessly

“Your family is mine now. I’ll take care of them. You focus on coming back home.”

You wanted to cry. “Don’t... don’t let them watch me die, Zen.”

“You’re not going to.” He was crying now too, despite the confidence in his words

“Promise me though. If I’m going to die don’t let them watch.”

He sighed. He didn’t want to even consider that

“I won’t.”

Yoosung

You were in district 11, the agriculture district

Yoosung’s family lived on the farm next to yours

You had been close friends your whole lives

When they picked you

Well, you had put your name in a few extra times to get more food for your family

It shouldn’t have been a surprise

Nobody volunteered. They never do.

They made you sit in a room while you waited for the train

Your family could come say goodbye if they wanted

You were surprised to see Yoosung

“This wasn’t supposed to happen” was all he could say

You frowned

You weren’t confident in your chances

“I- everything was supposed to be different. I was going to tell you I loved you,” he whispered, his voice so low you had to take a minute to process what he had said

“You do?” You asked

“I do. First Rika and now you? I- I can’t...”

Rika had been picked two games ago and was killed

“I’ll just have to win then,” you said, more determined than before

“You- oh?”

“I love you too Yoosung. I’ll just have to win for you. So you don’t have to lose us both.”

He wrapped you into a hug

“I’m holding you to that. You promise me you’ll come back to my arms safely.”

You chuckled. “Okay. I promise.”

Jaehee

You lived in district 6, the transportation district

It was no secret to those in your district that you and Jaehee loved each other, as more than friends

It was nice that you lived in such a progressive district that they understood that

Volunteering wasn’t normal in district 6

But when you heard them call Jaehee’s name...

You wouldn’t let her die in the games

“I volunteer as Tribute.”

The crowd was silent

They all knew

The Peacekeepers pushed Jaehee back into the crowds, escorting you to the stage

She was sobbing

And then she passed out

“A volunteer! How exciting. Why did you volunteer for that girl?” The lady asked you

“Because I’m in love with her.”

“Oh!”

The Capitol would eat that up

You didn’t even get to say goodbye to her

The Capitol wanted a show. And the show was better if you didn’t get to say goodbye

“So you have to win then. Win and go back to her and steal her heart. Her hero. Her savior,” Caesar had said in his interview with you

You’d have to win then

Jumin

Being from district 3, the electronics district, meant that you and your families were much better off than most other districts

Jumin came from one of the wealthiest families in the district

He probably was even more wealthy than some of the people in the Capitol

He could buy anything, right?

But he couldn’t buy you a ticket out of the games

“Listen to me.” He sat down across from you, as he met with you before you had to leave to head to the Capitol for the games. “You’ll win.”

“I- how?”

He had the smallest curve of a smile on his face. He was confident.

“I’ll sponsor you. Anything you need, you just say it. I’ll buy it and send it your way.”

It was true that district members could sponsor, they just usually didnt

But this time, he was invested

“I have a list of all the things I can send you. Food, water, medicine, bandages, weapons, rope, anything you want. I can even send you a teddy bear.”

“Please don’t send me a teddy bear. Only important things. Those are expensive.”

“I have money.” He cupped your cheek. “I’m going to make sure you win. I will do anything in my power to do so. If I go broke, okay. You’re so much more important than money.”

“I’ll try my best to make sure I don’t need to ask you for things.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re so stubborn. Let me help you. Don’t get into fights intentionally. Just outlive the others. I’ll send you food every day for weeks if it’s what it takes.”

It was time for you to go

He pulled you into a quick, heated kiss. “Anything, My Love. I promise.”

707

You were from district 5, the power district

The games were not big in your district. You had a few victors but people mostly dreaded them

So it wasn’t surprising that when you were picked nobody volunteered

There was no way you could win

You were weak. You had seen the other tributes picked in district 1 and 2 today

You were lucky if you’d survive the first day

You had zoned out the rest of the Reaping ceremony

Until...

“I volunteer as tribute!”

He didn’t.

But he had

Once you both got on the train, you were ready to confront him

“Seven!” You yelled. “Why! Why?” You were hitting his chest. You were so mad at him. “Why would you do this?”

You were breaking down

He just pulled you close, hugging you

“I’m going to make sure you survive”

There could only be one victor

He knew that though. Didn’t he?

“My home life sucks anyways. Sacrificing my life for you is the best thing I could ever wish for.”

You were sobbing. He seemed oddly okay.

He would make sure you’d survive

V

You were from district 8, the textile district

V’s work with the textiles and art was so good that once he had passed the age where he would have been pulled for the hunger games, he was invited to the Capitol to be a stylist

You thought you’d never see him again

Until you were picked

And then there he was

With his hair dyed bright blue to fit in with the people at the Capitol

A stupid smile on his face as he got scissors to start shaping your hair for the event tonight

“You seem awfully happy,” you said smugly. You were going to die and he was grinning. He had become a stupid member of the Capitol after all

“I get to see you again.”

“I’m going to die,” you said simply

He shrugged.

Just shrugged.

“I actually have a plan.”

Oh?

He leaned close to you to whisper in your ear

If anyone found out, they’d have him killed

“I have a way for everyone to think you died in the games, but for you to stay living”

It was a big risk

But you wouldn’t say no to the chance of staying alive

Of course he wasn’t upset

He had a plan.

Saeran

You were from district 2, the weaponry district

District 2 was a part of a group called the careers in the hunger games

Basically districts 1, 2, and 4 trained their teenagers to enter the games and win

They were unstoppable

You had trained as well, of course

But you weren’t like some of your crazy classmates who wanted to enter the games

They wanted to enter, until they heard about the twist for this year’s games

Every 25 years there was a special twist to make it more interesting

Every 3 hours a tribute would be randomly killed off

More aptly out, they put a bomb mechanism inside you and you explode

You couldn’t train to beat that

So it was no surprise that nobody volunteered to take your place once your name was picked

Saeran was fuming when he met with you

He had been training to become one of the Capitol’s soldiers, a Peacekeeper, as most men in 2 did

But he had lost all respect for them and the game

“This is stupid and unfair. What’s the point of them randomly killing people off? It’s supposed to be a fight to the death. This is just random chance.”

“I agree with you. But there’s nothing we can do. I’ll just try to kill people as quick as possible before they even get to explode someone.”

“No.”

“No?” You questioned

“This is bullshit.” He grabbed you by the chin to look up at him. “I’m taking down the Capitol. They can’t do this to you?”

“Saeran, don’t.”

He had an evil grin

“I already have a group to do it with.”

Vanderwood

You were from district 12, the coal mining district

Vanderwood was always a sort of enigma to you

That’s why you were so interested in him

And he was absolutely infatuated with you

Nobody had ever volunteered in 12 before

So when you got picked, you were stuck

Vanderwood didn’t volunteer. Why would he? Why would he get himself killed like that?

You almost though he wasn’t going to visit you, that all your time together was just him messing around

And then he busted in

“Hurry Babe”

“Hurry what?” You questioned

He grabbed your arm and pulled you to follow him, running through the halls. Where were the peacekeepers?

“I’m getting you out of here. We’re running away”

“To where?”

He laughed, still running. “The woods. We’ll figure it out. We’re not following those bullshit rules.”

“If we get caught, we’ll be killed.” You were afraid to defy the Capitol

“If you stay there, you’re as good as dread. We’ve had one victor from here, yknow? Your chances aren’t good. Let’s run.”

[sunflowersteves]

Hi! Can I please request a pt2 to my last request? Bucky, Steve, & Sam(while trying to get away from people after Bucky) were keeping Y/n safe, & when they get taken into custody, they take Y/n too.& she’s scared but Bucky tries to calm her down + when they lock him up, Sam & Steve are there for Y/n (defend her),& when Buck gets brainwashed he still doesn’t dare hurt Y/n, pushing her hair behind her ear, saying I love you, before running. Steve brings her w/ him to where Bucky is (the warehouse)

Bucky Barnes x civilian!short!fem!reader

author’s note || I’ve been writing on my series and haven’t been able to work on this one but here it is! It’s longer than I intended but I hope you enjoy it @kpopgirlbtssvt !! Also bucky not hurting y/n even after being brainwashed? A CONCEPT! Thank you for sending in this request! 

warnings || angst!, fluff, tony is kinda the bad guy rip, swearing prolly

chapter one // m.list

Steve and Bucky were still glaring at each other as the four of you got into the car as parked outside of Bucky’s apartment. You and Sam just looked at each other with a knowing look as the two started bickering. “My God, my brain is going to explode.” You agreed with Sam until your breath hitched as a large group of people with huge guns started to surround the car. 

They tell the four of you to get out slowly with your hands up. Bucky and Steve yell at you to do what they say. You get out as slow as possible raising your hands above your head. “She’s just a citizen!” Bucky yells as the SWAT team continues to point their guns at you. The rest of them quickly get out of the car after you with their hands up. 

Despite Sam and Steve being on the same side as these men, they clearly didn’t give a shit about who they hurt or kill. Orders are orders. Tears prick your eyes as Bucky continues to yell at the men, telling them that you’re innocent and to stop pointing guns at you but they don’t listen. Bucky runs in front of you blocking anyone that tries to hurt you. “It’s okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He says softly, locking eyes with yours. 

“Oh fuck it.” “Wait, Bucky-” Steve stares wide-eyed as Bucky swings his fist at one of the men with guns, immediately knocking the man out. Guns start firing at him but Sam and Steve block a lot of the bullets. One of the men tries to attack you and you squeeze your eyes shut in preparation but Steve quickly blocks it, shoving the guy ten feet back. You thank him and he nods, continuing to fight off the SWAT team. 

The three of them are knocked down with special tasers and Bucky is shoved to the ground and handcuffed. You yell at them to stop, running towards them but one of the men push you down to the ground. Bucky growls and almost gets up to kill the guy but he stands down. During this time you really wished you could do something to help. Even though you were highly tech-savvy, physical shit wasn’t your thing. You despised it if you were being honest, sweating was your nightmare. You just wished Bucky had taught you some moves just in case but there wasn’t enough time before your happiness bubble was popped. 

Alexander Pierce yells at the men to stop tasering Captain America and looks at Steve dead in the eye, anger taking over. “Why did you shoot my men? What’s up with you Roger’s? You’ll be in trouble for this.” Steve smirks at Pierce, noticing the surprise features that take over him. “I’ve been chewed out before.” Sam checks to see if you’re injured and once you’re clear he tells a handcuffed Bucky that you’re okay. His shoulders relax and he lets out the breath he was holding as tears roll down your face.

“It’s going to be okay, baby.” You shake your head as Steve and Sam look at the two of you sympathetically. Bucky repeats his words over and over when they take him away. Sam holds you back as you yell Bucky’s name. Steve and Sam were overly kind, taking you personally to Steve had felt pretty bad about judging you at first because he doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much love in Bucky’s eyes. No one besides Steve himself or his mother. So Steve vowed to himself that he would protect you as Bucky does, even if it gets him killed. He owes Buck that much.

When the three of you got back to the tower, a pretty big fight broke out. “Who is she?” Steve explained and all Tony did was scoff. “And how do we know she’s not his partner in crime?” Sam put his foot down by slamming his fist on the desk. “She’s just a citizen, Stark. She hasn’t done anything wrong.” Tony and Sam were arguing back and forth as Steve locked his eyes with yours. You gave him a sad smile but his head quickly snapped towards Tony. “Maybe she’s with hydra! How do we know she isn’t the one that planted the bomb.” 

Steve growled. “She’s not with Hydra you egotistical ass.” Steve stomped out of the room with you following behind. You were shaking and stumbling around a bit. You definitely didn’t want to stay in that room any longer and you 100% missed the guilt look on Tony’s face at how scared you looked. 

--

They had locked Bucky up in this weird prison. You had never seen it before but it looked high tech. He sat in the chair, completely strapped to it, and a glass box surrounding him. A man that said he was Bucky’s therapist had come in and started to inspect him. You just stood on the other side of the glass while Bucky just stared at you with the most loving look you had seen. “I’ll be okay, doll.” You smiled and put your hand on the glass. “You better be, Buck.” He smiled brightly in your direction.

Once the door was closed, the man looked at you and kept getting closer. You looked at him strangely while Bucky was squirming in his prison cell, trying to get out. What the fuck is happening? You thought. The man stopped right in front of you with a knife in his hand and rope. “If you don’t want to get hurt, you’ll let me tie you up.” You turn to look at Bucky and all he does is nod. You let the strange man tie you up. 

He walked over in front of Bucky and smirked before turning his attention to the words in the book. “желание, ржавый.” Bucky closed his eyes. He should’ve known this was coming. Considering he didn’t plant the bomb, he should’ve known something was up. He never wanted you to see him like this but it’s too late now. You tried to loosen the rope but all it did was make you hiss as it rubbed against your skin. Bucky just shook his head, indicating that it was no use. 

Bucky looked at the man with tears in his eyes. “Stop. Please.” The man jumps when the sound of banging can be heard behind the door so he speeds up the process. 

“семнадцать, рассвет, печь.” You yelled and cried. You knew those words. Bucky had told you about the trigger words used against him one night after a nightmare. 

“God, please stop.” Tears left your eyes as did his. “y/n, I’m so sorry.” 

“девять, доброкачественный, Возвращение на Родину, один, грузовой вагон.” The man wickedly smiled as Bucky’s eyes appeared only to be dull and lifeless. The sounds of your screams and cries filled the room. You wished again that you had superhuman strength or anything to save him. You felt so helpless that you screamed in agony. “Ready, Soldat?”

Bucky’s face turned blank as more banging was sounded on the door that made you jump. He looked at the man in front of him, waiting for orders. “готов подчиниться.” [ready to comply.]

By the time Steve was able to burst through the door, Zemo had already given Bucky his mission. And as Steve screamed your name, Bucky started to charge right towards you. Steve was desperately trying to get towards you but Zemo was keeping him occupied. Bucky stopped in front of you and lifted his hand. You yelled as his fist came down but blinked as you never felt any pain. You look down to see Bucky had chopped off the rope tied around you with his bare hands. 

He crouches in front of you and puts some hair that covers your face behind your ear. Your lips curled into a smile and he whispered. “I love you.” Steve was able to throw Zemo out of the loop but it was too late. Bucky ran towards the window and shattered it, running off in the distance.

Steve tried to follow him but didn’t succeed, Bucky had already escaped. Steve looked at you and his heart broke at the sight. You could only stare forward, not really noticing him picking you up. You just whimpered in his arms.

-- 

It had been a couple of months, no one had contacted you besides Steve, keeping you updated on what was going on with the Sokovia Accords. You hadn’t seen Bucky since that say. You had no idea where he was, if he was safe or if he was dead. You tried really hard to not think the ladder but the whole world was against him. 

You knew he didn’t do it. Not only was he with you at the time but there was just no way the kindest person you had ever laid eyes on was the culprit. When you talked to Steve on the phone he seemed glad to hear that. Steve wanted to pick you up and take you somewhere safer than his apartment in Brooklyn. You agreed that it wasn’t the safest place.

The drive to wherever you were going was long and drawn out. Luckily, Steve was able to bond more with you since your initial meet wasn’t pretty. You both told endless stories of Bucky and you laughed at the charmer he was in the ‘40s. You both arrive about five hours later to an old abandoned warehouse. You get out of the car and Steve directs you inside.

You drop your bags as you stare in front of you. Everyone stops to stare. Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Scott all stare back at you. Sam’s smile turns into a bright and dazzling one as Bucky walks out of the bathroom and stops dead in his tracks.

You pick up your feet and run as fast as you could and jump into his arms. He immediately catches you and spins you around. “Long time no see, doll.” You laugh and slap his chest. “Don’t you ever leave me like that, understand? Next time I’m killing you myself.” Everyone laughs and Bucky gives you a long and awaited kiss. “Yes, ma’am.”

[moonahstone]

death scenarios/theories pt2

This is probably my favorite of my theories for the cap.

i imagine after the war he stayed at button house but there was also other troops who were in a similar scenario. He ran it just a strict as before but tended to be a little more lenient if necessary. Anyway he was always a very late sleeper and he was sat at his desk late one night when there is a loud thud or crash or something. Of course he stands right up and races out his room to where ever the other ’troops’ are sleeping. Some are still fast asleep but others have sat up and maybe 1 has headed for the door. He askes if it was any of them which they all shake heads and spots one is missing from his bead. He tells everyone to go back to bed, he’ll deal with it. He walks towards the genral direction of the noise and sees a shadow retreat into the library. He calls after them asuming its the missing solider maybe make some comedic thing where he says something sounding like an exasperated father. He takes another step and pricks his foot on a badge on the floor. Its unlikely badges would be taken off or fall off, they are sturdy so he pulls his revolver out and just holds onto it for safe keeping. He walks slowly towards the libary and starts asking more personal and determind questions to try and coax him out. There is no response so he pulls his gun out properly and demands the person exits the libary with hands high or he will come in and shoot. There could be a hella dramatic countdown till 2 when a shadowed figure steps out into some light. Havers. He imediately lowers his gun and just kind of stares before embracing him strongly (Definately suprising Havers) He gushes about how he missed him and asks what happend. It could be a really happy moment. He asks him to come sit down and tell him everything (He thought he was dead) quickly waltzing into the libary. Havers would imediately grab his arm though and pull him back out of instinct. It spooks the captain who snatches his arm back and asks whats wrong. Havers plays it off but the captain knows better and runs in finding the missing solider dead on the floor with a bullet in his head. There would be a shocked moment and the captain would imediately pull his gun up again but a bit more terrie eyes. He would demand to know what in gods name is going on and havers stamers about before just sighing and pulling out his gun pointing it right at cap. Turns out he was taken as a prisoner of war and efectively brainwashed by the nazis. He was sent back as an assassin and a apy to take out key positions a knew about the bomb project. He planned to take the blueprints and slip out but saw the solider and thought it had been cap so as per instruction he shot him. Cap realises this and backs up a bit almost crying. Havers walks slowly almost looking upset pointing the gun. He goes to cock it but the captain in pure panic shoots him 3 times. I imagine if this was an actual scene you would just see him slink down the wall and stare forwards crying softly and apologising into his hands. Maybe he would run forwards and try and soften the fall and apologise but whatever happens, havers would die. It would destroy him. Possibly hours later he would head upstairs and lock his door. He would get on his uniform and slip a bit of a poisn into his sherry (most captains had some available in case of interogation) There would be a dramatic scene of him getting on his uniform so he could ‘die with dignity’ before sitting back and drinking. It would explain why he chose his uniform above anything else to wear as he chose that to be his final outfit. THis would be particularly sad especialy if it followed by a silent scene of the other men knocking n his door late morning or breaking it down where his corpse was and the ghost hunched up in the corner with the older ghosts staring in from outside. It might be a bit too depressing for a comedy but i still think its a plausible theory and could make a really really emotional scene

[phati-sari]

Hi PS, THAT UPDATE IS ...HEARTWRENCHING to say the least.You have SHOWN(not written) Arnav's dilemma SOOoO well it's so 💔💔.It feels like I am watching the Arnav just before his kidnap.Oh God,Nani is arranging the meet-the-girl once again??? And he is not showing any RESISTANCE???A bomb is waiting to Thank you for writing that girl Esha as 'not dumb'.It feels like if K is not in his life, Arnav could almost say yes to this girl.🙄 And that Aman..I bet if Aman was a girl Arnav and Aman (contd)

Pt2 would have been GREATCOUPLE more than A&K. But the words Maybe you don't belong in HER world.It shattered my heart along with A's phone.If only K is not in his mind all the time,he cld make clear decision.And the SONG,one of my favorites (found it only thru u).I really don't listen to anything while reading UR FFs bcoz it hampers the video playing in my mind.I tried to mute this but it played itself adding to the angst of the story.😭😭 PERFECT COMBO. U R THE QUEEN in writing angst.Contd

Pt3.. THANK YOU PS for sharing this WONDERFUL story.And THANK YOU for WRITING BEAUTIFULLY Arnav's POV.I just wanna hug him to say You really DESERVE her.You will right ur wrongs.You will find a way.😭😭I also have to say this to you too.YOU WILL FIND A WAY to connect the parts.I am no one to suggest you anything.But when a story which took three years to transform from an AWESOME idea to INCREDIBLE words why will it not wait for few days or even months for the in-between chapters??Contd

Pt4.The story will come around.Just don't get anxious about it.Push it to the deep back of your mind.And it will present the solution when the time comes.Pls pls don't think I'm advicing you or anything.Just can't bear it when u r so anxious.BTW did K really realize that it was Arnav??? OMG this is so exciting.LOVING each and every WORD of the story.Sorry for my long rambling.Ur outoftheworld storytelling make me lose my mind.😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏👏👏👏👌👌👌😘😘😘🤗🤗🤗 THANK YOU SO MUCH.

Hey @shiyaravi!!

Thank you so much for sending such a detailed message, I super appreciate it!

What a wonderful compliment! The always say show don’t tell, and aaaahh I feel so special right now thank youuuuuu!

Ahh!! I have an answer to this. Arnav isn’t showing resistance because Shyam talked him into doing what Nani wants. I showed some of it in the third chapter but Arnav’s agreement happened ‘offscreen’. We were shown in the serial how easily Shyam was able to manipulate both Nani and Arnav into the arrangement that had Lavanya living in Shantivan. With Nani he argued it was better they stayed in her house where she could see them, and with Arnav he argued that Nani would be more receptive once she knew Lavanya and that Saale-Saheb had to live by the rules his elders had set. 

So I figured that with Arnav so confused and Lavanya out of the picture, couldn’t it have happened the other way -- Shyam convinced Nani to let Chhote have more of a say in his life and convinced Arnav to at least try it?

Aww that’s such a nice thing to say about Esha!! Nani often reminds Arnav that she’s on his side, that she only wants what’s best for him. I refuse to believe she’d pick women who were totally wrong for him. Esha is smart, she knows what’s up within twenty seconds and has no emotional investment, so she just moves on. Much like Lavanya, this is someone he can be friends with but not a husband to. 

(And wow, for you to see that in the ten seconds she’s present, that’s amazing!! We continue to be on the same wavelength --)

Yes!! When Aman said “Maybe you don’t belong in hers.” Arnav definitely heard “You don’t deserve her.” Which is, of course, is his fear. 

You know, there are probably ArnavxAman fics out there. And they’d be great because they do seem in sync and I can see it working very well for both of them. Aman the office-manager falling for ASR and keeping it quiet for years aaahh the angst!!

Queen of writing angst. Wow thank you that’s such a compliment!! 

May I please use that in the description?? I certainly enjoy writing angst, especially from Arnav’s point of view haha.

Ahh yes, it was The Breeze of Awareness at the poolside, she felt it all the way in Lucknow and was saying his name when he cut her off.

Thank you for the amazing words of support. You’re right. It’s been a long journey, I should just relax and let it work itself out. I’m grateful to have brilliant, supportive friends like you :D Thanks again for reading, and for sending me all your wonderful thoughts, I feel so special!!

❤️❤️

[fionnlydarling]

tommy gets hurt

I wrote another dunkirk one-shot! written as a pt2 to my first work ‘a letter from Tommy,’ but could probably be read as a stand-alone. please give credit if you reblog and let me know what you think, if you’d like to read more, or if you would like to request your own imagines, drabbles, etc.

Pairing: TommyxReader

Word Count: 3254

Takes place after A Letter from Tommy and before Tommy Healing

It feels like a lifetime since this war started, since Tommy left. And now the war has come to Britain, but not Tommy.

It’s been nearly a year since the Germans first started dropping bombs on England. It was terrifying at first, and it still is, but as the months went on, a part of you has gotten almost used to it.

You used to wonder if this might be how Tommy feels, wherever he is, after three years of fighting. If he’s become desensitized to whatever horrors he’s had to live through. You’ve noticed he avoids writing too many details about the war in his letters. What you aren’t sure of is if the reason is to protect you or because it’s too difficult write about.

If it’s because of the second reason, he’d be disappointed to know that it’s become impossible. It’s impossible when you wake up every morning not knowing if today will be the day you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can’t escape it when you spend a good part of your day at the hospital having to wash your hands and change your clothes to be rid of the blood from whatever civilian or soldier you’ve tended to.

Tommy is twenty-one now. He’s had three birthdays since the start of the war and you haven’t seen him for a single one of them.

It’s been weeks since you’ve heard from Tommy. It’s one thing you can’t seem to get used to, the long silences between letters. The periods when Tommy’s letters come quickly always feel like a blessing because but more often than not lately, there are long stretches in which you don’t know where or how he is.

You keep busy to stay distracted. There’s always someone needing something at the hospital. In fact, it’s not long before you run into your head nurse who tells you to report to one of the east wings where a band of injured soldiers in critical condition have just been brought in. You nod and quickly make your way to where she’s instructed.

The room is a flurry of action and you take only a moment to assess who is and isn’t being tended to. You notice Lily by a soldier’s bedside, focused on treating what looks to be a broken arm.

You go to a soldier, a young man, lying nearby unattended, clutching at his side where his uniform is torn and stained red.

“Let’s get you straightened out,” you tell the soldier who only groans in response, not seeming to quite hear you through his pain. You don’t have time to ask permission though once you see that the injury in his side is a bullet wound. He’s only been grazed, but he’ll need stitches, so you get to work, as gently and as efficiently as you can.

At some point the soldier has quieted down. Once you’ve finished with the stitches and dressed the wound, you move on to cleaning his other smaller injuries, and it’s then that you have a moment to really look at the soldier.

Even with his face scrunched up in pain, you can tell that he’s handsome. He’s young, though still older than you, probably in his mid-twenties. You take extra care with the cut he has on his jaw and cheekbone, imagining he probably has a girl waiting for him back home, wherever that is for him.

You’re nearly done when the man opens his eyes.

“How do you feel?” you ask gently.

You watch how his eyebrows furrow, his green eyes turning to you, searching restlessly as though trying to work out where he is and who you are. You’re about to explain all this when he speaks first.

“It’s you. It’s really you.”

You hum, wiping the sweat from his face. It’s not hard to guess this soldier is probably delirious. It’s not uncommon for wounded soldiers to mistake you for lovers or mothers in situations like this. You’ve found that the best tactic is to not let it make you feel awkward, but also not to feed into it.

He says it again though, louder now. “It’s you!”

“Don’t strain yourself,” you tell him gently, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving too much, but he’s working himself up and you’re worried he’ll split his fresh stitches.

You’re about to call another nurse to help you calm him down when he speaks again. “The girl from the photo. The one Tommy carries around always.”

Everything freezes when you hear his name.

There’s thousands of Tommy’s. There’s no way this soldier could possibly be talking about your Tommy. It’s too good to be true.

A glance at his dog tags tells you this soldier’s name is Alex.

Alex.

Tommy had mentioned an Alex in his letters a few times before.

He couldn’t possibly…

Everything moves very quickly after that. Your hands shake as you dig into your pockets, scrambling for your most precious possession, the one you take with you everywhere.

“Alex,” you say firmly once you’ve found it, gazing directly into the man’s face, holding up your picture of Tommy to his face. “Did you say Tommy? This Tommy? Do you know this Tommy?”

Alex’s gaze moves from the picture to your face, his eyes wide in awe. “You carry his picture too.”

It’s true then. 

This is Tommy’s Alex from Dunkirk you’re talking to. This soldier knows Tommy, has seen him last, heard his voice and it’s the closest you’ve been to Tommy in years and your entire body is shaking. You’re frantic.

“When’s the last time you were with him? Is he alright? Is he safe?”

Alex frowns. “The last time I saw him? I was brought into the hospital with him. He’s here.”

It’s the first time in your life you experience not being able to speak or hear or see as Alex’ words even stop your breath and you have to hold onto the railing of his bed to keep yourself from collapsing. You think Alex might have said something but you don’t hear because as soon as you’ve recovered enough to see straight, you’re taking off, searching wounded soldiers’ faces and asking the nurses if they’ve seen the boy in your picture.

You don’t know how you find him, if a doctor led you or the nurses directed you or if it was the universe somehow pulling you to him, because the moment you see him everything else just disappears.

You’d have recognized him anywhere, the cut of his jaw, long dark lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, the angle of his nose, the spot on his chin you’ve kissed more times than you can count.

You’d recognize him even like this, pale and still, surrounded by a doctor and two nurses moving worryingly fast in a hospital wing echoing with pained moans and cries. You’re torn between gasping for breath and holding it altogether because nothing could have prepared you for finally seeing Tommy again, especially like this.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Your voice is a croak at best, but one of the nurses pauses long enough to answer you. “He’s got a few broken ribs, a bullet wound in his arm, and maybe some internal bleeding. Plus, he has a nasty burn on his leg along with other smaller cuts.”

It’s like a punch to the gut with every hurt and injury the nurse lists off. You have to blink away the wet in your eyes and clear your throat before asking, “Do you know what happened?”

“From what some of his comrades said, after being shot at a bomb went off near him, the force of it knocked him against a wall. He wasn’t close enough to get killed but he wasn’t far enough to go unscathed.”

Anything else the nurses say drown out at the sound of a weak groan and before anyone can stop you you’re at Tommy’s side.

“Tommy,” you whisper, your hand reaching for his. His hand automatically clutches yours tightly in his grasp, but his eyes remain closed, his face twisted in pain. You don’t think he realizes it’s you, don’t think he can process anything right now because of the pain. Your eyes well with tears and your sob is cut off by the nurses telling you that cannot just stand at his side in the way and need to either help or step aside.

You look at Tommy. His jaw is tight, like he’s grinding his teeth, and his face is covered in a thin sheet of sweat. You know you have to find the resolve to pull yourself together, for Tommy, so you squeeze his hand one last time and get to work helping tend to him.

You have never in your entire life been so overcome with both happiness and fear. For three years you’ve been praying and wishing every day to see Tommy again, and then impossibly, the day comes, but he’s broken and bleeding. Everything is moving at a blur and none of it makes sense and suddenly you’re praying, please dear God, please don’t let the last thing I hear from his lips be his moans of pain, don’t let the last time you touch him be you wrapping your hands around his arm to stop the flow of blood leaving his body.

It feels like days before the doctor and nurses finally start retreating from Tommy’s bedside.

He looks almost worse than you first saw him, even though you know that’s not true. His left leg had been treated for the burns. There would be scarring, all along the side of it up to nearly half his thigh. His minor cuts had been cleaned, his bullet wounds stitched up, and his chest had been wrapped with elastic bandages to help splint and immobilize the area. He’d developed a fever, and you didn’t need the doctor to tell you that if it doesn’t break soon, it could be a sign of infection.

It’s been a little over twenty-four hours now since Tommy was brought in, late in the night, three or maybe four in the morning. The doctors have gone home, a few nurses remaining on hand in case of an emergency. Most of the men are sleeping, but you can hear the sounds of moans and restless sleeping.

Your whole attention is focused solely on Tommy.

You haven’t gone home since Tommy’s been brought in. The only reason you’ve eaten anything is because Lily insisted after she found you. You’d grumbled, but you were thankful, especially when you know that Lily’s done you the favor of checking in on Alex and has also probably been covering for you with the head nurse matron. Lily understood from the moment she’d heard that Tommy was in the hospital that there was no way you were leaving his side.

You’re exhausted, and a part of you feels guilty that you dropped everything, but nothing has ever mattered more than making sure that Tommy is safe and now, at least for the moment, he is.

Sitting now, in the silence of the night at his bedside, it almost feels like you’re seeing Tommy for the first time again. You’re keenly aware that you haven’t seen his green eyes once. They’d been closed in either pain or sleep since he’s gotten to the hospital.

You’re dozing in your seat when you hear a gentle moan, closer than the other ones you’ve heard throughout the night and when you look up it’s Tommy, shifting in his bed, face scrunched up in pain again to match his groan. Only this time, you can see from the candle you’ve set at his bedside, his eyes are open, dancing with the fire’s light, like a green, restless ocean.

“Tommy,” you breath, immediately on your feet and at his side.

You watch with bated breath as Tommy’s green eyes dazedly search your face, your eyes mirroring his.

It feels like ages before his lips part and he speaks, “Am I dead?”

You can’t help it. A laugh escapes you because it’s just so wonderful to hear his voice again and you blink away some of the wetness from your eyes as you shakily reach out to brush his hair away from his temple. “No darling, you’re not dead.”

Tommy breathes in sharply at your touch and leans into for only a moment before he’s closing his eyes again, face scrunched in a different kind of pain. “It’s not possible. I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I must be dead.”

It’s a wrench in your heart to hear Tommy say that, to try and understand that whatever he’s had to face has been so terrible he sincerely thought he would die before he ever saw you again.

A memory of nineteen year old Tommy flashes in your mind, promising he would do whatever it took to get back to you.

You want to sob but instead you sniff and stroke his cheek until he finally opens his eyes again.

“It’s really me,” you promise.

Tommy’s eyes search yours still, and you can see in them that he wants to dare believe and still so afraid to hope. You keep stroking his cheek and hold his gaze, determined to smile even as you feel tears stream slowly down your cheeks.

You see the moment Tommy’s eyes start to well with tears as well and his breath shakes, “It’s really you.”

Your vision blurs even more but this time it’s because your face is stretching into a grin and you laugh softly, so full of love for this dark-haired boy that you can’t contain yourself anymore.

“It’s really me,” you say again, and then you’re leaning down to finally, finally press your lips to Tommy’s in a kiss. He’s kissing you back the moment your lips touch his and you can almost feel how much Tommy’s been waiting for this too.

You have to pull away too soon, aware that not only are you in the middle of a hospital wing surrounded by other injured soldiers, but Tommy’s fighting a fever and his ribs are broken impairing his breathing and you don’t want to accidentally hurt him.

You settle for resting your forehead gently against his, eyes shut tight, breathing with him and basking in this moment you’ve been waiting years for.

One of his hands is resting weakly on your arm. “How are you here?”

You run a hand through his hair. “I could ask you the same.”

You listen to Tommy explain how he’d been sent back to England to defend against the bombs, help with civilians. How he’d sent her a letter, hoping to arrange a meeting with her, but he’d obviously beaten the letter.

You laugh quietly together in the stillness of the night, in awe and gratitude of being brought back together against all odds.

“How do you feel,” you ask him concernedly after you’ve helped him drink water.

“Like I’ve been blasted against a wall,” he winces, “but better now I’m with you.”

You cheeks warm at his words but still you smile. He does look much better now that he’s awake, but he’s still paler than you’d like and it’s obvious he’s exhausted and uncomfortable from his injuries.

“I like your nurse’s dress,” he murmurs, cheeky grin on his lips.

“I like your soldier’s uniform,” you manage to tease back through your blush. “Or what’s left of it anyway.”

He starts then, a sudden urgency in his voice. “My coat, is it still here?”

You don’t want to part from him for even a moment, but you get up and find his coat under the hospital bed. Tommy sighs in relief then smiles at your questioning gaze, saying quietly, “Look in the inner pocket.”

You do as he says and what you pull out is a photograph of yourself, the same one you sent to him nearly two years ago when he’d gotten safely out of Dunkirk and sent you a picture of himself. You knew Tommy always carried this with him, he’d mentioned it in his letters, but seeing the proof of it...

You bite your lip to keep it from trembling and then reach into the pocket of your nurse’s dress and show Tommy what you keep there, your most precious possession. Your photograph of Tommy.

Tommy’s breath catches at what you’ve shown him and he looks up at you with the same type of awe Alex had hours ago. “You carry it everywhere too?”

“Always,” you nod. “Everywhere.”

He bites his lip, staring at you intently before asking quietly, “Will you lay down here with me?”

You’re still in your nurse’s uniform and it would be highly unprofessional of you to lay in bed with an injured soldier, sweetheart or not, and you know there are at least two other nurses in the room who will likely gossip about the whole thing tomorrow, but Tommy’s looking at you like you’re the most amazing thing in the world and your heart is melting.

“Just for a little while.” Tommy asks further, and you can’t bring yourself to deny him anything.

“Alright,” you whisper and then you’re climbing onto the bed, carefully stretching yourself along his side that is less injured. You tuck your chin gently onto his shoulder, your forehead pressed against his cheek.

His skin is still warm and his chest falls and rises unsteadily because of his broken ribs, but as you keep one hand enveloped in his grasp, the other you keep on his wrist where you can feel his pulse, steady and strong. You know that soon Tommy’s fever will break and that with time, his injuries will heal too.

His scent is comforting. It occurs to you that this is the first time you and Tommy have laid in a bed together and you can feel your cheeks warm even more.

The quiet is broken by Tommy, so quiet you almost miss it. “I feel like I’ve been in a dream.”

Your eyes are closed but you smile still. “You’re not dreaming Tommy.”

He turns his head to look at you and you open your eyes to stare back. He looks pale, and tired, dark rings under his eyes, but his gaze is honest and his voice steady when he speaks quietly, just for you. “You know a day hasn’t gone by that I stopped loving you. I thought of you nearly every moment of every day.”

Your heart beats heavy against your chest and you want to bottle up this moment and keep it safe forever. You lean forward to press your lips against his. His lips are dry but warm against yours, your skin remembers the shape and taste of his lips.

“I know,” you whisper against him when you’ve pulled away. You rest your hand against his cheek and smile, the both of you catching your breath, “I know, because it’s been the exact same for me.”

He smiles back and your hands press a little bit closer together. You melt into the warmth radiating off his body, warmth that tells you he’s here and alive.

You don’t know what the morning will bring, if this war will finally end or if one of the Germans’ bombs will fall and you’ll be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But you do know that it’s been years since you’ve been able to peacefully close your eyes for sleep, and it’s because Tommy’s at your side and he hasn’t ever once stopped loving you and nothing, not even war, can take that away.

[gffa]

DO YOU WANT TO CRY about some STAR WARS characters and relationships and feelings? But you’re not quite sure specifically what you want to cry about today?  Not sure if you want to cry about what Anakin Skywalker could have been?  Want to cry about Vader and his kids?  Want to cry about EVERYTHING ABOUT OBI-WAN KENOBI’S LIFE?  Want to cry about Rex or Ahsoka?  Want to cry about time travel?  Want to cry about the Phoenix crew? BOY, CAN I HELP YOU OUT, FRIEND.  Because fandom brought theri A-game in just about every possible way this time! STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, anakin & ahsoka (& obi-wan) & cast, 1.8k    Anakin sits on the floor in his room, back against the bed and face buried in his knees. He didn’t bother to turn the lights on when he came back, the darkness too soothing, too comfortable to disrupt. ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak part one + part two, padme & cast, 2.6k    The Senate has a crisis meeting to react to the bombing of the Senate Office Building. Dun dun dunnnnnn… ✦ Suffer Not the Children by ambiguously, katooni & cast, 2k    “The Temple has fallen. We must go now.” ✦ we were born for better days by FireflysLove, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 3.6k wip    Obi-Wan attempts to save Vader from the Dark Side, but the Rebellion, especially Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano, are not going to believe that after a decade of terrorizing the galaxy, Anakin Skywalker can possibly be saved. ✦ Free Agent by countessofbiscuit, ahsoka & boba & cast (& background rex/ahsoka), 9.5k    In which Ahsoka falls in with more misguided youth, drinks to forget (it doesn’t work), and wastes no time broadening her career horizons with her boyfriend’s delinquent kid brother. ✦ Don’t Go Gently Into This Darkness by ThatDamnKennedyKid, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cody & rex & cast, 5.6k wip ��  When Cody awoke, his General was sitting next to his bed, body still and stare distant. He was thinking, planning, readying. That meant a disaster was coming down the line, and when Kenobi got to it, it would not be pretty for whoever was on the other side. ✦ Captain and Commander by Elfpen, ahsoka & rex & cast, 3.2k    A look into the special camaraderie shared by Captain Rex and Ahsoka Tano, arcing from the issuance of Order 66 to past the end of Rebels. A story told in three parts. Rated for death and violence. ✦ Caught in the Tide by brinnanza, obi-wan & anakin, ~1k    He takes one look at the boy, his pale skin, the dark bags under his red-rimmed eyes, and breathes a soft sigh. “Oh, Anakin,” he says gently and steps aside to let his former padawan into the room. ✦ O Captain! by naberiie, rex, 1.5k    Rex is the last of Torrent Company. The ghosts of his brothers - their words - haunt him still. ✦ I Found You pt2 by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & cast, ~1k    She looks up and meets the eyes of Qui Gon Jinn. Her son’s grand Master. ✦ we found us a home by shiningjedi, shaak & adi & yaddle, 1k wip    Scenes showcasing the bonds of friendship and family between the Jedi of the Clone Wars and Prequel eras. ✦ In Time by Ripki, obi-wan & anakin, time travel, 18.8k wip    As the Clone Wars drags on and the secrets between them grow, Anakin and Obi-Wan have begun to drift apart. When a mysterious holocron sends them through time, they don’t only have to confront their past and future – but the present as well. (Or the Force, frustrated and tired with all their bullshit, sends the Team to an unconventional couple’s therapy.) ✦ Y'AIN’T SHIT, WITCH by subtropicalStenella, wolffe & kit & asajj & cast, 1.1k    The Clone Wars: Asajj/Wolffe/Kit Fisto, the fight which costs the Commander his eye. An Explicit Trash Talking No Holds Barred Brawl. ✦ Under a purple sun… by Perspicacia, obi-wan & ahsoka, ~1k    Ahsoka hadn’t been happy when Skyguy had left her with Master Kenobi for this mission, but it was still good to spend time with her Grand Master. ✦ Queen Under the Ocean by BloodyMary, padme, ~1k    Once upon a time, the people of Naboo had elected a queen. She had fought for her people, and she would not be forgotten. People like her did not die–they lived on in stories long after those who knew them had died. ✦ To tell you the truth, I’m relieved by Petra, obi-wan & anakin & death, discworld crossover, ~1k    When you die, you have to walk a desert. Obi-Wan and Anakin are dead, and they’ve been to deserts before. ✦ Rumour Has It by Ripki, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 5.2k    Rumour has it that the distinguished Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is seeking a new apprentice after successfully training the Chosen One into Knighthood. The whole Temple seems to be in a flutter of excitement; Anakin, less so. He sets himself the task of reviewing every single one of the hopeful Initiates. After all, it is not just anyone, who can survive being Obi-Wan’s Padawan. ✦ Fire by EwanMcGregorIsMyHomeboy12, obi-wan/satine, NSFW, 1.7k    Between the incident with Tal Merrick on the Coronet and the long ride back to Coruscant, there are plenty of things that a certain Jedi Master and Duchess can get into… ✦ Help Me by FireflyFish, obi-wan & anakin, 2.5k    All seemed lost, light, love, and hope. And then Anakin cried out for help… ✦ A Good Time by daily_nightly, obi-wan & anakin, 1.4k    A story about a padawan who always gets in trouble and needs his master to rescue him. Typical Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi. ✦ Hondo Kenobi by StarWarsSyl, obi-wan & hondo & cast, 2.6k    It’s not every day the pirate Hondo calls Obi-Wan in to give him a baby. ✦ Recovery by Perspicacia, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 1.8k    Ahsoka came back alive from her fight with Vader but not exactly in good shape. Bail Organa promptly sent her for some recovery time with one of his most mysterious contacts in the Outer Rim. ✦ Oft Falling by kylohen, obi-wan/padme, NSFW, 10.5k    Every few months, whenever he can, Obi-Wan sends flowers to the Coruscant apartments of Senator Padmé Amidala. There’s a reason for this that he can never explain, except to her. If anyone else knew, it would ruin him. ✦ To lay your heart and head upon by ambiguously, ahsoka/barriss, 1.5k    Ahsoka is on a mission when she runs into an old friend. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), d/s, 84.1k wip    During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. ✦ all spaces are liminal by Kierkegarden, obi-wan/anakin & sidious, & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 35.9k    Three years after the fall of the Republic, Obi-Wan Kenobi hasn’t come any closer to making peace with his new life. Three years after the fall of the Republic, Vader wants the gratification of forgiveness. Three years after the fall of the Republic, time doesn’t bend or break or alter. It simply rushes past those who cannot learn to embrace it. ✦ Return to the Point of No Return by cthene, obi-wan/anakin, time travel, touch starved, 26.7k    He turns around, his tunic soaked with blood, and holds the gorgon’s head up by its wispy hair. “Anakin, please-” “Don’t beg me, Master,” says the last of the Sith, tenderly reaching to cup Obi Wan’s hot cheek with a gore-stained hand. “Command me.” ✦ My Moon After the Tide by LemonTwister, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, some d/s, 38.8k    After being inflicted with a paralytic toxin, Anakin is unable to care for himself until he recovers. Obi-Wan promises to provide his Padawan with everything he needs. ✦ starbird by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin, 8.8k    As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. ✦ To Lose My Mind and Find My Soul by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, fairy tale au, 3.2k wip    Anakin Skywalker is not allowed past the boundaries of the village, is not allowed to walk the path through the wood that leads to the world beyond, but sometimes he finds himself slipping away anyways, inexplicably drawn to the forest and the monstrous creature that stalks it. ✦ Eyes Wide Like Cherry Pies by Darlings (FromDreamstoEmpires), FromDreamstoEmpires, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, NSFW, modern au, 6.7k wip    Anakin is a typical struggling college student studying art. Obi-Wan is a successful lawyer he meets one night through Padme and Staine. He doesn’t think he’ll ever see him again but neither of them can deny their attraction to each other. ✦ Last breath by Arctii, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.9k wip    Anakin leaves. Obi-Wan decides, reluctantly, knowing it’s probably not the smartest thing he has done, to try and track him down. That, surprisingly, proves to be a difficult task. Especially since there are so many realisations he doesn’t want to face, and since Anakin seemingly does everything he can to disappear. ✦ Star Birth by thatsakitkat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, dark themes, 7k wip    "Am I going to die, Master?” Anakin asks. Obi-Wan looks at him sharply. “No. You will not die, Anakin.” “I’m burning,” Anakin says. He blinks slowly and strains to concentrate. “You set me on fire.” ✦ Tumblr Prompt Drabbles by Adelphrexia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, various themes, ~1k wip (sort of)    A collection of Obikin drabble requests originally posted on my Tumblr. Mostly smut, any warnings will be posted on the chapter they apply to. ✦ The Team by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, human au, mafia au, ~1k    Behind a warehouse long abandoned by everything but rats, beneath a blue sky smudged brown by pollution, a pristine black Mercedes sat idling like a wraith. ✦ Almost Lost by aphorisnt, obi-wan/anakin & kix, 3k    Anakin gets injured and Obi-Wan does not handle it well. ✦ i didn’t want this thing called living by dorenamryn, obi-wan/anakin, 4.8k wip (sort of)    Alternatively: Obi-wan’s heart is forever shattered, and Anakin always burns. (A collection of ficlets cataloguing the tragedy of two lives both before and after the fall that was never supposed to happen.) ✦ Tumblr Prompts by Darlings (FromDreamstoEmpires), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 6.6k (each chapter is separate)    A collection of prompts that I’ve filled on Tumblr. ✦ WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 13k wip    War has broken out between the Republic and the Separatists. But that is of no concern to Ben, one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy. All he’s focused on is his next target…until he’s invited to a tournament of hunters on Serenno. There, he meets a young Jedi Knight—the Hero With No Fear, Anakin Skywalker—who’s disguised as bounty hunter Rako Hardeen. ✦ My Anakin by DonkerRood, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bondage, some d/s, 1.1k    Obi-Wan is back from a mission and realizes Anakin always gets what he wants. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ Master and Padawan by Katharos, obi-wan & luke & cast, 15.5k wip    What if Luke was raised by Obi-Wan as his Padawan? ✦ Ritual by ambiguously, bail & breha & leia & luke & han, ~1k    Two funerals Leia attended. ✦ Ben Whitesun by Perspicacia, obi-wan/beru & cast, 6k    When Obi-Wan brought Luke to the Lars’ farm, he found only a struggling grieving widow and not the young, happy couple he hoped. This is how Ben Kenobi became a moisture farmer instead of a hermit… ✦ Carmine by AceQueenKing, anakin & leia, 2.7k    The Princess stirs, waking; her eyes catch him at her door and her face darkens, ready for a fight. ✦ Useful by igrockspock, leia & luke & han, 1.4k    To earn her place on the Falcon, Leia has to be useful, so she tries to learn everything she can. ✦ Paper Trails; A Triptych of Leia Organa by glorious_clio, leia & cast, 7.9k    By the time she was 19, Leia has three defined roles that she slots in and out of, some are more obvious to outsiders than others. But Leia Organa is also more than the sum of her parts. ✦ Entail by Domenika Marzione (domarzione), leia & luke & ahsoka & cast, 2.4k    Families of all sorts come with obligations. And baggage. ✦ The Trick is to Keep Breathing by AceQueenKing, anakin & leia, 3.3k    She’s older now, and so is he. Far older now. She wonders: will he have lost any power with his age? Will he be shorter, weaker? An old man on a ventilator? It’s hard to imagine that he won’t still be dangerous. But then, that’s exactly what she’s counting on. ✦ Minor Counterintelligence Operations by igrockspock, han/leia & ben, 2.5k    Ben Solo knows three things: he loves his parents, they are weird, and they have a lot of secrets. He intends to find them out. CROSSING THE GENERATIONS: ✦ GrandMasters & GrandPadawans by ShadeCrawler, ezra & mace, background time travel, 2.2k    AKA. Where Ezra Bridger and Mace Windu have a discussion over juice. ✦ Round Two by ambiguously, ahsoka/sabine & cast, time travel, 1.4k    Sabine and Ahsoka get stranded in the past together. ✦ How to Kill a Ghost by saiditallbefore, kylo & yoda, 1.6k    “Fuck. I’m being followed by a dead Jedi.” “Jedi master, I was,” he says, tapping Kylo with his cane again. ✦ Spectre by Magical_Destiny, anakin & kylo, 2.2k    In the aftermath of Crait, Kylo Ren finally meets his grandfather. ✦ another city (better than this one) by notbecauseofvictories, lando & ben solo, 5.8k    The kid is sitting cross-legged on a drum of tibanna gas, picking at a hole in his leggings despite the bulky stun-cuffs binding his wrists together. He keeps darting black looks at the patrolmen flanking him on either side, and scowling. REBELS RECS: ✦ Mating Rituals by Velvedere, zeb/kallus & sabine & cast, 4.7k    Zeb has been acting weird lately. Kallus vents to Sabine about it. ✦ Seven by ambiguously, kanan & jacen, time travel (sort of), 3.8k    Kanan asks the wolves a question. The wolves bring him someone with a different question. ✦ The Care and Keeping of Ex-Imperials Who Need Coffee, a Nap, and a Hug in That Order by akaparalian, kallus & phoenix crew (& some zeb/kallus), 8.8k    Five Ghost crew members who helped Alexsandr Kallus, and one who he helped in return. ✦ When we have peace by apocrypha73, zeb/kallus, 2.9k    After the Battle of Endor, Kallus and Zeb enjoy the celebration. ✦ The First Day of the Rest of Your Life by ambiguously, kanan/hera & ocs, 6.7k    Kanan and Hera, from point A to point B, and all the places between. ✦ Without, Inferno | Within, Peace by auraelys, kanan/hera & sabine & ezra & depa, ~1k    In that moment, Kanan knows the choice he has to make, no matter how much it hurts. ✦ In the Middle of the Night by bar2d2s, hera & kallus (background kanan/hera & zeb/kallus), 1.8k    When one member of your self-made family is pregnant, you’re all pregnant. ✦ A Moment to Breathe by Mirror and Image, kanan & kallus & hera & ezra & sabine & zeb & cast, 8.9k    Everyone struggles to come to terms with the Season 3 finale - Kallus most of all - and in their grief and defeat one blind man gives them a moment to breathe. ✦ And a Million Years Gone By by ambiguously, hera & jacen, 5.7k    Hera worries about Jacen a lot. ✦ Morning Light by SweetSinger2010, kanan/hera & sabine & ezra & zeb & cast, 8k    He’d long since figured out he was in bacta. He was able to orient himself to the sound of voices in the room, sometimes. When it was Hera speaking, always. And he could sense that little flicker of light and life she carried with her–their child. AU. full details + recs under the cut! 

PREQUELS RECS: ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak, anakin & ahsoka (& obi-wan) & cast, 1.8k    Anakin sits on the floor in his room, back against the bed and face buried in his knees. He didn’t bother to turn the lights on when he came back, the darkness too soothing, too comfortable to disrupt.    Note: This fic is part of a larger series that should probably be read in order by this point. This rec will contain some spoilers for earlier chapters at the very least. This is a gorgeous look at Anakin’s character after Obi-Wan has been injured, how deeply he feels things and how much of an absolute mess he is when he descends into a panic attack about it. There’s something so painful about it and makes me care all the more about Anakin’s suffering, how badly he handles things, and how he slips and slides around when trying to understand what people are saying to him, what they mean–when he has a choice in front of him, it’s so easy to be suspicious of the Jedi, because Anakin just doesn’t know how to trust, but when this universe gives them a chance to better communicate, when it gives them all the breathing room to have addressed some of these things, when it takes Palpatine’s influence to a better distance, we get to see just how they would handle it. And that’s what I love, why this fic is so beautifully characterized and really gets this universe, because it doesn’t magically make everything better, things still hurt, characters are still a mess, things aren’t easy, but it shows that their internal problems were surmountable, it was the external ones that really fucked them over. It’s gorgeous for illustrating that in such a comprelling, heart-wrenching way (oh, Anakin, I can’t read this and not want to wrap him up in the biggest hug ever, the panic attack he has is so beautifully done that it physically hurts me), but also being just so warm and good. Another of my favorite pieces for this story! ✦ untitled Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan fic by stonefreeak part one + part two, padme & cast, 2.6k    The Senate has a crisis meeting to react to the bombing of the Senate Office Building. Dun dun dunnnnnn…    Note: This fic is part of a larger series that should probably be read in order by this point. This rec will contain some spoilers for earlier chapters at the very least. Putting these two together, since they’re part of the same piece of the story and, oh, I really loved these as well, it’s another gorgeous illustration of the state of the galaxy as it was in canon, but with enough breathing room (and Palpatine’s influence at just enough of a distance) to allow characters better clarity and to change things just enough. It’s a great fic for Padme as a Senator, the little details of how she’s given the breathing room to put things together, the better space from which to observe just how corrupt and selfish the Senate really is, all of it is so satisfying as a way to show that internal problems were overcomable when the external problems are at just enough of a distance to let the characters breathe a little. But also seriously it’s a great Padme fic at the same time and it was such a treasure to read! Her horror at what was happening around her, her disbelief and shock at just how selfish people could be, was really impactful on a visceral level, I felt it with her. ✦ Suffer Not the Children by ambiguously, katooni & cast, 2k    “The Temple has fallen. We must go now.”    Oh, my god, this fic was heartbreaking but so gorgeously written and did a stunning job of driving home just how much Order 66 hurt and was mind-numbingly awful. The sheer amount of loss and danger these children face, that it’s just 2k of the worst day of their lives, but it left me feeling exhausted afterwards because it’s so beautifully told and shows what these kids face just because they were Jedi. Sometimes it can get to be a little OTT, what Order 66 meant, but here it’s told exactly how the author means it to come across and it’s horrifying for it, even as I became so invested in these kids and the sheer soul-hurting pain of what they had to suffer through and what they have to face next. Just the sheer amount of loss, isolation, uncertainty, and yet the bravery and innate goodness of these children. Oh, my heart. ✦ we were born for better days by FireflysLove, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 3.6k wip    Obi-Wan attempts to save Vader from the Dark Side, but the Rebellion, especially Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano, are not going to believe that after a decade of terrorizing the galaxy, Anakin Skywalker can possibly be saved.    I’m a sucker for canon-divergent fics where Obi-Wan and Vader meet earlier and this one really got its hooks in me with the second chapter, where their confrontation happens in a way I didn’t expect. I love Anakin having to face up to the enormous truth, there’s something so satisfying about it, even as it breaks my heart for him (and for Obi-Wan and for Ahsoka and for Padme) all over again, so I’m hoping that the next chapter will continue on with that because I am here for it. There’s also some nice stuff between Obi-Wan & Ahsoka in the first chapter as well! I’m definitely ready to see where this one goes! ✦ Free Agent by countessofbiscuit, ahsoka & boba & cast (& background rex/ahsoka), 9.5k    In which Ahsoka falls in with more misguided youth, drinks to forget (it doesn’t work), and wastes no time broadening her career horizons with her boyfriend’s delinquent kid brother.    This was a fun, irreverent caper fic that was half about Ahsoka trying to figure out how to not be such a mess (not that she’s too much of a mess, just that she has some things to figure out and isn’t in a great place) while interacting with Boba, on a mission to go rescue someone they’re getting paid for. I wouldn’t say it’s light-hearted, but it is sarcastic and impudent in tone, it’s messy in all the ways it’s meant to be, and a fun romp to read! ✦ Don’t Go Gently Into This Darkness by ThatDamnKennedyKid, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cody & rex & cast, 5.6k wip    When Cody awoke, his General was sitting next to his bed, body still and stare distant. He was thinking, planning, readying. It was a look generally reserved for when Skywalker or Tano were going to need defending in the Council. Insofar as he could recall, they’d been good. That meant a disaster was coming down the line, and when Kenobi got to it, it would not be pretty for whoever was on the other side.    This is a fic that’s definitely a WIP, not much has happened yet, but if you’re like me you’re absolutely here for Obi-Wan getting a heads up and starting to plan and that means people are going to be fucked, because Obi-Wan is actually pretty great when he has enough information to put the pieces together and formulate something, and it’s going to be super satisfying to read. It’s just the start of it for now, but there’s lots of fun little scenes, the ones with Obi-Wan & Anakin are a highlight, but also just the Jedi finding out about the chips in the clones’ heads and getting a chance to do something about it! HELL YEAH. ✦ Captain and Commander by Elfpen, ahsoka & rex & cast, 3.2k    A look into the special camaraderie shared by Captain Rex and Ahsoka Tano, arcing from the issuance of Order 66 to past the end of Rebels. A story told in three parts. Rated for death and violence.    A gorgeous look at Ahsoka and Rex during Order 66, based on what we know of what was planned for those moments. It’s good for both characters, it’s aching for what they’ve both been through and what they’re going to suffer in the future, like I have so many feelings about both of them separately here, but it’s also a great look at their friendship, too. It’s a heartachingly beautiful piece to read and really shows how much they both meant. ✦ Caught in the Tide by brinnanza, obi-wan & anakin, ~1k    He takes one look at the boy, his pale skin, the dark bags under his red-rimmed eyes, and breathes a soft sigh. “Oh, Anakin,” he says gently and steps aside to let his former padawan into the room.    A short but really solid piece that shows what a mess Anakin Skywalker is, but also how deeply Obi-Wan cares about him, how it balances Obi-Wan’s reactions (his own losses, how he’s truly lost people, while Anakin can still see those he cares about, the urge to be angry, one that he acknowledges and then lets go, the way that allows him to remain so balanced, so steady, while still being so human) with his being a Jedi, there’s just such a solidity to his character, a warmth to the iron foundations he has, and such deep care. That even when he’s out of his depth, you get why Anakin leans on him so much. I picked it up for the Obi-Wan & Anakin interaction (which is the highlight of it) but got some solid Obi-Wan characterization out of it as well. ✦ O Captain! by naberiie, rex, 1.5k    Rex is the last of Torrent Company. The ghosts of his brothers - their words - haunt him still.    This is a heartbreaking Rex piece, who has no idea just how brave he is to have lived through everything he has. It’s non-stop pain, but that’s pretty true to Star Wars in general and just gave me so many Rex feelings, because, wow, when you step back, that guy has Been Through Some Shit. A lovely piece for a character that deserved better! ✦ I Found You pt2 by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi & cast, ~1k    She looks up and meets the eyes of Qui Gon Jinn. Her son’s grand Master.    You should probably read the rest of the series before this one, it won’t make much sense without it, and while this fic series doesn’t entirely work with canon, it’s one that’s really dear to me because Shmi and Obi-Wan and someday Anakin will get here and this is a really short piece, but IT HAS HUGS. I am always a sucker for more hugs! ✦ we found us a home by shiningjedi, shaak & adi & yaddle, 1k wip    Scenes showcasing the bonds of friendship and family between the Jedi of the Clone Wars and Prequel eras.    A series of short but lovely, warm (and sometimes bittersweet, as it’s set during the backdrop of the Clone Wars) interactions between various Jedi that aren’t always showcased front and center. I loved the kindness and care shown in these pieces, it fits so well with them, and I love the way each of them feels natural, like these characters would of course have these relationships, that Adi would comfort Shaak when she needs it, that Shaak would seek out Yaddle to connect with her, and I love that these two chapters happened to focus on women, but mostly just I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS AHHH. ✦ In Time by Ripki, obi-wan & anakin, time travel, 18.8k wip    As the Clone Wars drags on and the secrets between them grow, Anakin and Obi-Wan have begun to drift apart. When a mysterious holocron sends them through time, they don’t only have to confront their past and future – but the present as well. (Or the Force, frustrated and tired with all their bullshit, sends the Team to an unconventional couple’s therapy.)    Chapters 7-8: I’ve done a more generalized rec for this fic here, which I link because I really want people to read this fic with me, as well as because this will be an update rec and focus on the current chapters, rather than the fic as a whole. These two chapters continue what the fic is showing us (and doing a really great job of not just telling us, but instead really showing the reader and the characters) the things that they don’t really understand about the other person, especially Anakin seeing just how much Obi-Wan has been through, as that’s always something he’s had trouble understanding. It’s this really great combination of time-travel, protectiveness between the characters for the other, seeing things with fresh eyes, character whump, and to really illustrate how much these two care about each other, through their complicated, difficult relationship.    In chapter 7, Anakin sees what Obi-Wan went through on Zigoola from Wild Space, then in chapter 8 dropped them back into the same place again for awhile, as Obi-Wan is having much more difficulty with this whole time travel thing, which feeds my desire for whump AND comfort fic AND the further sense of building up of Anakin getting that Obi-Wan has Been Through Some Shit, which hasn’t hit the payoff yet, but is clearly building towards understanding that his Master hasn’t had an easy life (and this is why I don’t mind the borrowing from the Legends stuff that can’t work with canon, because it’s used really well here! delicious, delicious physical and emotional whump! in such kind-hearted ways towards the characters!) and yet has still managed to make peace with it. I’m eagerly rubbing my hands together with each chapter that comes out because it’s so satisfying on an iddy level, but also satisfying for something that’s legitimately being built up in a way that does the heavy lifting of getting Anakin to understand, that it shows how deeply entwined these characters are in each others’ lives, and really shows the epic span of these characters’ lives. It also hits a good place between being shippy and being gen, that you can read more into it or you can read it on a purely platonic or familial level, that it’s the relationship between these two that’s important (and gives me so many feelingsevery time they worry about each other or run into a piece of the other’s past, how clear it is that they love each other so much) no matter what form it takes. I love this fic a lot and look forward to every chapter! ✦ Y'AIN’T SHIT, WITCH by subtropicalStenella, wolffe & kit & asajj & cast, 1.1k    The Clone Wars: Asajj/Wolffe/Kit Fisto, the fight which costs the Commander his eye. An Explicit Trash Talking No Holds Barred Brawl.    This was a really fun, delightful piece about the clones’ reactions to some footage of a fight between Asajj and some of the brothers, that there’s this great sense of joking around and how of course they have reactions to the crazy shit they see constantly via Force users (and aren’t necessarily immune to it themselves!), just really FUN, hilarious reactions to the wildness of the stuff you see on just another regular day in the GFFA. ✦ Under a purple sun… by Perspicacia, obi-wan & ahsoka, ~1k    Ahsoka hadn’t been happy when Skyguy had left her with Master Kenobi for this mission, but it was still good to spend time with her Grand Master.    I really loved this piece, because Obi-Wan & Ahsoka scenes are always lovely, especially when the fic really does great at showing Ahsoka’s youth and restlessness (that is perfectly normal for her age, something she will grow out of as she ages) against Obi-Wan feeling much more settled, that he teaches her by being both teasing and warm, that there’s little touches of what a Jedi apprentice’s life is like, and it just really, really sparkles. I love the poetry elective, the way Ahsoka doesn’t really get it, until Obi-Wan illustrates something for her, like way to get a straight shot to my teacher!Obi-Wan feelings AND my worldbuilding feelings! ✦ Queen Under the Ocean by BloodyMary, padme, ~1k    Once upon a time, the people of Naboo had elected a queen. She had fought for her people, and she would not be forgotten. People like her did not die–they lived on in stories long after those who knew them had died.    One of the things I always want more of is Padme’s story as Padme’s story, that I want more of her connection to Naboo and how her people saw her. You mix that with a beautiful sense of myth or fairy tale, some lovely imagery, and the sadness of her death touched on just the right amount, and you have a gorgeous piece for her character. ✦ To tell you the truth, I’m relieved by Petra, obi-wan & anakin & death, discworld crossover, ~1k    When you die, you have to walk a desert. Obi-Wan and Anakin are dead, and they’ve been to deserts before.    I would definitely have read at least another 10k of this, of Obi-Wan being settled and focused, while Anakin is just a mess of all the shit he needs to work through (because he never did in life, and because he’s a Forever Mess, that’s just who he is), while the two of them walked across a desert as a way to untangle the knots of their lives and relationship. This is a brief glance at that, as they have a conversation with Death, as Obi-Wan is as good with words as ever, making it a lovely little read that I enjoyed a lot! ✦ Rumour Has It by Ripki, obi-wan & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, 5.2k    Rumour has it that the distinguished Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi is seeking a new apprentice after successfully training the Chosen One into Knighthood. The whole Temple seems to be in a flutter of excitement; Anakin, less so. He sets himself the task of reviewing every single one of the hopeful Initiates. After all, it is not just anyone, who can survive being Obi-Wan’s Padawan.    Oh, I loved this fic so very much, it’s so much fun and sharp and hilarious, all the things a premise like this should be, but it’s also warm and heartfelt and really kind of sweet in a “Anakin why are you like this” kind of way, which is exactly what I want. I love that Anakin is such a dweeb when it comes to Obi-Wan, that he’s torn between how Obi-Wan is the best ever and deserves the best Padawan again versus how there’s that underlying sense of how he’s absolutely not ready to let Obi-Wan’s attention move on from him. So he goes about it in the most Anakin way ever, by obsessing over it and kind of terrorizing the poor younglings, while everyone else around him is exasperated. It’s a fic that clearly loves all these characters, that makes me love Anakin Skywalker even more than I did before (because he’s a relatable kind of disaster, not over the top about it, just that he’s not exactly put together) and it has so many great details and a fun sense of timing and then finishes it all off with Obi-Wan finally making Anakin actually talk to him, so I got my Obi-Wan&Anakin feelings in there as well. Honestly, I smile just thinking about this one all over again! ✦ Fire by EwanMcGregorIsMyHomeboy12, obi-wan/satine, NSFW, 1.7k    Between the incident with Tal Merrick on the Coronet and the long ride back to Coruscant, there are plenty of things that a certain Jedi Master and Duchess can get into…    This was a lovely Obitine piece, which is mostly pwp, but in the way I like, that it’s a moment of dramatic intimacy, that it captures their voices and their relationship well, and it’s some satisfying kissing and sex! I really enjoyed the sense of history there between them, that there’s such a connection, while also that they’re not entirely entwined in each others’ lives, that they’re separate, even as they care deeply and share something special, because that’s exactly how I see them in canon, too. A very satisfying piece for a pairing I’m slowly starting to read more for! ✦ Help Me by FireflyFish, obi-wan & anakin, 2.5k    All seemed lost, light, love, and hope. And then Anakin cried out for help…    Oh, this fic gave me all the feelings, that it’s a canon divergence from the fight on Mustafar, where it almost goes like it did in canon, except here Anakin cried out for help and that changed everything. It’s just a few moments in this scene, it’s about this specific moment in time, but it does a beautiful job of showing how it completely changed the tracks of the future, this one tiny thing Anakin could do to change it all, because Obi-Wan could never resist Anakin asking him for help. And it’s gorgeously done in how it doesn’t sweep aside the weight of Anakin’s actions, the betrayal he committed, but it still shows that Obi-Wan loves him even through that, that it may take time, it won’t be easy, but of course he will eventually forgive Anakin in time. It’s a painful read, but in the exact, lovely way it’s supposed to be. ✦ A Good Time by daily_nightly, obi-wan & anakin, 1.4k    A story about a padawan who always gets in trouble and needs his master to rescue him. Typical Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi.    This was a cute little piece about Anakin getting himself captured and needing his Master to rescue him, who of course accomplishes this through the most flirtatious way possible and it’s just solidly fun and a great bite-sized fic to read when you want one! ✦ Hondo Kenobi by StarWarsSyl, obi-wan & hondo & cast, 2.6k    It’s not every day the pirate Hondo calls Obi-Wan in to give him a baby.    This was a cute piece where the highlight of it was JEDI WORLDBUILDING YAY, in which Obi-Wan is given a baby and delivers it to the Temple, trying to find the right place for it, the Force telling him each place wasn’t quite right. I liked the blend of the Force and more mundane ways of organizing things, the clan mothers that Obi-Wan meets along the way, the brief glimpses we get into how warm and adorable Jedi younglings are, it fit really well with what we’ve seen in canon and I’m always here for well done Jedi worldbuilding! ✦ Recovery by Perspicacia, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 1.8k    Ahsoka came back alive from her fight with Vader but not exactly in good shape. Bail Organa promptly sent her for some recovery time with one of his most mysterious contacts in the Outer Rim.    I’m very much a sucker for Obi-Wan & Ahsoka interaction in fic and I really liked Ahsoka having a chance to see Obi-Wan again after all that happened in the Jedi Purge, there’s something hopeful in amongst all the hurt that’s been piled onto them, which is what I was hoping for when I picked this one up. It’s a nice look at Ahsoka’s character, a nice look at their relationship, and the hints of how she might be introduced to Qui-Gon and maybe learn a few things, a potential way to pave a future path for her, also delighted me. ✦ Oft Falling by kylohen, obi-wan/padme, NSFW, 10.5k    Every few months, whenever he can, Obi-Wan sends flowers to the Coruscant apartments of Senator Padmé Amidala. There’s a reason for this that he can never explain, except to her. If anyone else knew, it would ruin him.    There’s something really lush and gorgeous about the writing of this piece, which is the real highlight of it. Obi-Wan isn’t really his sharp, focused canon self here (I’m chalking it up to this being set pre-AOTC, but even then I think he’s less focused than he should be) but the descriptions of Naboo, the way the writing gently touches on his connection to the Force and the sort of mystical feel he has as a character, as a psychic space wizard monk, is really lovely. The entire fic felt like a painting come to life in so many ways, that it doesn’t overdo the descriptions, but it’s also very much about those details, the clothes they wear and feel in their hands and the rain on their skin and the buildings they walk past and the food they eat, all of it contributes towards this really intimate, immediate feeling, that they’re the only two people in the world, connected as they are through these things they share. The writing is beautiful and the brief moments of sex, the physical attraction and the way Padme is described as he sees her in the garden in an intimate moment, are all also beautiful and really hot. I don’t often go for this pairing, but there’s something really entrancing about the way this was written, almost like a dream, and I really enjoyed it for that! ✦ To lay your heart and head upon by ambiguously, ahsoka/barriss, 1.5k    Ahsoka is on a mission when she runs into an old friend.    Oh, this was a lovely piece about Ahsoka and Barriss meeting again, just this one moment of the intersection of their lives and we can only guess where they go from here, but it’s that feeling of hope in the darkness again, that they’ve both suffered so much, and that, oh, my beautiful Ahsoka, she may not be a Jedi, but she certainly has the heart of one and it’s beautifully done here. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan (sort of), d/s, 84.1k wip    During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.    Chapter 17: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. Also, by this point there will be spoilers for the entire fic and likely this chapter as well! I have feelings and I need to talk about them! So, this is another chapter that sort of scrambled my thoughts because there’s so many little details I loved and for the ridiculously satisfying sex that happens and the big plot stuff that comes up, I hardly know where to begin! At the beginning, I suppose, which is a brief scene between Veris and Isten (after Anakin destroyed the datapads in a fit of pique), where it’s this quiet moment between them, where we get to see Isten’s jealousy, the brattiness that’s somehow so charming, one of those moments where it’s a little bit childish, but in a way that shows his vulnerability, so that I can see how much of Anakin Skywalker is still woven into the foundations of this character, but also how he’s different, like it’s not quite Anakin, but it’s definitely an Anakin, which just makes me fall in love with him all over again. When he’s rattled, he gets petulant, when he thinks he has to share Veris’ attention even for a moment, he gets sullen, when he’s uneasy about just how powerful the real Anakin is, even more than both him and Veris (which I love, by the way, because, yesss, nobody is ever as powerful as Anakin Skywalker), it’s so very easy to see Anakin’s face saying those things, to picture a version of Anakin being upset by these very things, and makes the contrast (or, well, frankly, comparison) against actual Anakin all the more intriguing for it, because they’re not that different in a lot of important ways–and that’s what this whole chapter is about, how much they both need reassurance and attention focused on them. And having that brief moment with Isten, as much as I enjoy it just for being charming, leads into what’s going on with Obi-Wan and Anakin as well.    We go from Isten and Veris curled up together to Anakin and Obi-Wan spending time in a little clearing, just laying together and talking (in conversations that aren’t terribly different to each other–but both are also adorable, Obi-Wan and Anakin’s banter is both sharp and adorable! I love the snappiness of the conversation about the bike, but that it’s also used to show that, yes, Obi-Wan does pay attention to him) in a quiet moment that’s just for them. For all that there’s a plot going on with this story, it’s also very much structured to be an intimate drama story, they’re isolated on this planet, it’s just them and themselves (of a sort), so these quiet moments between the characters are the journey, they’re what make the story worth reading. Also, they’re just really, really charming as all get out, as they go from sweet and teasing and content to the way they touch hands, that I can feel the shift in the air, as Obi-Wan gently touches his hands, contrasted against the memory of how brutal they can be in war. And the way the entire scene is sweet and kind and comforting, even while the building sex takes on some slightly rough edges (in ways that they both aim for) is perfect to what has been built between these characters–that’s the other appeal of the fic and I find that every time they come together physically, it really highlights how this relationship has been built in this fic, that they’ve spent time together, they’ve overcome obstacles together, that they keep revealing new pieces of themselves that the situation has brought up, that this sex scene couldn’t have taken place in a previous chapter, it couldn’t have been their first time, because it shows how much trust has been built, how much Anakin has been able to show the darker parts of himself and what he wants.    And, oh, the sex was beautiful, because it was the kind that pleased my id (I had no idea the spanking moments were coming, only that it would have some bondage, so that kind of sent me into happy orbit maybe kind of a lot) but also because this fic does such a gorgeous job of balancing the physical with the emotional. Yes, it’s super hot that Anakin kneels in the grass and has his hands bound behind his back and is bent over, taking whatever Obi-Wan will give him, but it’s also about how Anakin feels about this, how it’s very clear to both of them that this is what he wants every step of the way, that there’s something freeing for him in being able to give this trust to someone else, that he can get out of it any time he wants, but there’s a freedom in letting it go. There’s peace for Anakin here, someone who so very desperately needs it. And the fic doesn’t just immediately have him sink into submission, because that’s not who Anakin is, he has to work at it–the moments of Obi-Wan standing over him and watching him, noting the way Anakin’s gaze keeps flickering back up to him, the way he’s still very much Anakin working through something, that goes hand in hand with how wary Obi-Wan is about all of this, because he doesn’t want to hurt Anakin. That it shows Anakin wants this, rather than that it’s something alien stealing over him! Just let me lay here and breathe that in for awhile, as it’s beautifully perfect for both of them, because it shows how these characters would move towards this kind of dynamic, how they would have to work to get there, how thesecharacters would express their wariness and consent and desire about putting Anakin in this position. But every little happy sigh Anakin gives when Obi-Wan puts a hand in his hair or the way they can feel the rise and roil of Anakin’s lust when Obi-Wan binds his hands behind his back and how Anakin keeps asking for more and more, all of that shows that this is what he very much wants.    That doesn’t make it perfect, he’s still anxious, he still slams the bond shut when sending over a secret desire, still feels like he might be judged for what how helpless he is–and the fic is beautifully clear (without having to say it, you just feel it in every moment, every word they both say or think) that it’s Anakin’s own fears that he’s working through here, his own demons that he’s struggling to let go of, that it’s not about whether or not he has been rejected by Obi-Wan before, but that he still fears it, even now. Because that’s something that will stay with him for a long time and I love that it’s woven into this scene as well, not in a way that feels like a retread of what’s already happened, but that it’s something to be slowly chipped away at, which is exactly how that kind of thing works. That each time they come together like this, Anakin lets go of a sliver more of it, that Obi-Wan makes him be patient, that turning more of himself over to Obi-Wan lets the rest of the world fade into the background, there’s just this moment in his head, and it’s almost blissful for me to read how settled he is right here. Which is all the more satisfying for how it’s not a smooth, straight line–Anakin comes and goes with that peace. He starts to sink into that haze, to trust everything of himself to Obi-Wan, but then has a moment of being too worried or too honest about how he’s coming across, pulled back into that sharp anxiety, until Obi-Wan accepts him and continues to adore him. So when Anakin’s secret, hidden desire almost surfaces, he tries to hide it, but Obi-Wan sharply tells him to say it, and it’s that he wants to be punished, wants to have his Master’s attention on him and his disobedience forgiven by having it spanked out of him? Oh, shit, that was hot and got me right in the feelings place.    All of the sex was like that, having Anakin in this position was satisfying on a physical level, but when Obi-Wan says to tell him what he’s done to deserve this, it’s this moment of Anakin’s scrambled thoughts just pouring out all that stuff that he feels so guilty about, that he doesn’t listen, that he’s selfish and arrogant, that he doesn’t deserve Obi-Wan, all these things that haunt him even when he tries to deny that they exist. This moment is purging them out of Anakin, this moment is Obi-Wan truly seeing Anakin and accepting him, desiring him, and moving in sync with him, his hand coming sharply down on Anakin again and again, no judgement, just acknowlegement and a desire rising between them. That, yes, this is a lot about Anakin’s issues (because he’s the one that has so many of them) but that Obi-Wan isn’t just a passive presence here, he worries about how this will affect Anakin, he wants to put down these boundaries and structure and punishment/absolution for Anakin, he hungers for this beautiful man who is bent over and turned up against Obi-Wan’s hand, who has shown him this vulnerability and is the most precious person Obi-Wan has ever known. I almost didn’t even need the rest of the sex (that’s a lie, I absolutely did need it!), because the emotional buildup was so delicious, but when Obi-Wan finally pushes into him, how much Obi-Wan was possessive of this man who had given himself in such a vulnerable way (because one of the hills I will die on is that Obi-Wan’s Type is about those who are vulnerable underneath their bluster, the kind that he wants to help protect, to give them what would help them and make them feel safe and happy), it’s so good. It’s been built up over the last 80k, it’s been stoked from hidden embers into a fire, how much Obi-Wan has him, that Anakin is his, just as much as Anakin wants Obi-Wan in return. It’s not jumped into immediately, it took time to get there, but when Obi-Wan is finally buried into that pretty heat of Anakin’s and thinks how much his boy is his? This fic earned it.    And I’m still only just past the halfway mark on the chapter! (I know, I know, but NSFW chapters of this fic really bring out the verbosity in me and I like to run with that.) Because there’s a lovely, sweet scene afterwards, such care from Obi-Wan, who wants to make sure that Anakin is all right, because there’s not precisely guilt here but always a wariness (a deserved one, given that this is Anakin) and a recognition that, while Anakin is balanced in this moment (that he’s been able to acknowledge and let go of so much that he held inside! of course it would come via Obi-Wan giving him these boundaries and structure) it won’t last, it never does with him, but that makes it no less wonderful in this moment or no less absolutely amazing that they’ve gotten here in the first place. And I love that, I love that it took 80k of them being stranded in the middle of nowhere, their Sith versions (of a sort) there to stir up things they normally wouldn’t have time to look at, no war to pull them away from dealing with these things, and this is where they get. This is what I love about them–their problems are both internal and external, but I firmly believe that it was the external problems that kept them from dealing with the internal ones, so seeing a novel-length fic about getting them to where they have the space to deal with the internal ones and they do? Yes, no wonder I’ve practically written half a novel in response to the fic. (There’s a moment in the next scene, where Anakin thinks, Nothing ever changes here. The same forest. Same weather. Same stars. and I side-eye it as part of whatever Ugly is doing to this place, but it also fits with how I have seen this fic from the beginning–it’s a place almost out of time, which allows for all those external problems to fade into the background and thus let them focus on the internal problems that they are capable of clearing away. That the two–like so very many things in this fic do–go hand in hand together!)    There’s still more, of course, and the chapter ends on a killer cliffhanger (ONLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT HOW AM I GOING TO DEAL WITH THE END OF IT??) and I love the little details of the bigger world intruding with Rex’s call–that Anakin is more settled now that he has more proof of the depth of Obi-Wan’s feelings, that Isten still isn’t happy about being parted from Veris and turns into his embrace to hide from it, that part of Obi-Wan would still like to just be rid of the Sith duo, but he holds himself to better standards because they’ve done nothing to deserve that. That it’s this complicated knot of his own personal morals versus his discomfort with them, made all the worse by how he doesn’t think he could strike down someone with Anakin’s face. Which is truly about Anakin, but also makes me think of Obi-Wan and Isten’s moments together, that even when they’re different versions, there’s still something of Obi-Wan and Anakin in their interactions. The way both duos sleep curled up against each other (which I love purely for iddy reasons in addition to the more narrative reasons) really highlights that, too.    And then the ending. Anakin with his dream (oh, Anakin, of course you fall asleep because you think nothing can get past you and your ridiculous power levels) that’s this beautiful, dark, gothic dream about flowers and the desert and a voice calling for him, and a garden of bones that he can’t quite seem to find to matter. All of which is really creepy, dreamy imagery that works so well for this fic (there really is a rich, lush feeling to the imagery used, the fic is really good at knowing when and how to use it! I love the use of the heavy flowers that I can practically feel the soft yet weighty feel of in my hand, the rich color of them against the black backdrop, it makes for beautiful pictures in my head) and you know exactly what some of those things mean and are left wondering and puzzling over others (in the way you’re supposed to be left wondering) and I lovethat, too. And while I cannot wait for the next chapter (THAT CLIFFHANGER, which comes out of nowhere for Anakin, except it really doesn’t, something has always been waiting, and, oh, it was so creepy to have his dream and the mansion come back up again, the little details, like with the descriptions of the relief on the wall, make it shivery and terrible, that sense of something almost elegant about the darkness that was waiting for him) I’m also really satisfied by this chapter and just very, very much in love with this fic. ✦ all spaces are liminal by Kierkegarden, obi-wan/anakin & sidious, & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 35.9k    Three years after the fall of the Republic, Obi-Wan Kenobi hasn’t come any closer to making peace with his new life. Three years after the fall of the Republic, Vader wants the gratification of forgiveness. Three years after the fall of the Republic, time doesn’t bend or break or alter. It simply rushes past those who cannot learn to embrace it.    I read this fic in just about two or three sittings because I really could not put it down, it just swept me up in it and carried me along and wouldn’t let me go until I was finished with it! It’s an AU where Vader finds Obi-Wan on Tatooine five years after ROTS and decides he wants to try to make his former Master Fall, but of course it doesn’t go as he plans. And it’s a fic that’s exactly the right length for what it is, that there’s a balance between the intimate drama (where it might as well be just the two of them in the entire galaxy, that nothing else really exists in their little bubble) and the looming events of the bigger plot (Sidious lurking in the background, the Rebellion that they eventually make their way to), so it satisfied both my want for something with plot and my desire to just read about these two characters who are trying so hard to put everything to rest just enough to give them some breathing room. And I love that it never really goes away, that even when Obi-Wan loves Anakin, he cannot forget what’s happened, that there’s no going back, only forwards. That even when they find balance, even when they are intertwined again, those bad things can never be fully banished.    Which is also what makes the thread of Anakin redemption work so well here, that he’s really trying, that it’s also balanced between Anakin still being a mess, wanting redemption only for halfway the right reason (because it’s a lot about Obi-Wan, just as much as it is an internal want), and that it’s not something so easily granted. It’s complicated and can never be wiped away. But also! Anakin Skywalker: Wants An Emperor To Follow, the way he can be so stubborn and aggressive, but it’s layered over this lifelong desperate desire to have someone to follow, to lead the path to taming the galaxy, that he can be guided by, that when you strip away the things Anakin tries to make himself be or the swirling storm of rage that takes over his brain sometimes, what he really wants is his Master back, both because he loves Obi-Wan and because he wants to follow him. It’s threaded underneath the plot of the story, which made it so satisfying for me to read.    And I didn’t realize that, going into this fic, it was going to be Sith!Obi-Wan (apparently I skimmed the tags, so that’s on me XD) but I did really enjoy it here, because the only way I can ever be convinced that Obi-Wan might possibly fall, is if it’s for Anakin, that he would be walking toward something, not breaking from the loss. Because that’s exactly how this fic sees Obi-Wan, that when he’s Anakin’s captive, he’s resolute and iron willed, but when something bad happens to Anakin, that’s when he steps over the line, when that rage and fear are focused on this person that he loves so much. It worked for me, Obi-Wan going from this person who is so good, this person who has unbreakable morals, to this version of a Fallen!Obi-Wan, that it’s probably kinda Soft Sith (which you will pry from my cold, dead hands!) and that works the best.    It also has a lot of things that worked really well within the story–a satisfying confrontation with Sidious about all of this, a fun plot where they join the Rebellion for awhile, a lovely sex scene where Anakin is just starved for Obi-Wan’s touch, no matter how much it hurts his partially burned body, he will take anything to have his Master touch him, no matter the pain, until Obi-Wan turns him over onto his hands and knees and steadily fucks into him that way, that it’s not just the physical part (though, that was very nice, Anakin getting that contact, getting that noise pushed out of his head because he’s filled with other things), but that it was wound together with the emotional beats, that it was used to show that quiet intimate drama between them, to show the state of their relationship, made it all the better.    I really enjoyed this fic, it was one of those that was this lovely experiencereading it, there was something very emotional about it (not over the top dramatic emotional, but an underlying quiet emotional way that was ever-present, that it was a mix of mutual pining, but also mutual “not being sure how to be with this person anymore” and mutual “I love him so much that being parted from him one more time is impossible to live without, I cannot do it again”, all of this without being hammered home with words, but instead shown through their actions, the tension between them, but also the way they stayed near each other, the way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other). It was exactly the kind of read I wanted from this fandom! ✦ Return to the Point of No Return by cthene, obi-wan/anakin, time travel, touch starved, 26.7k    He turns around, his tunic soaked with blood, and holds the gorgon’s head up by its wispy hair. “Anakin, please-” “Don’t beg me, Master,” says the last of the Sith, tenderly reaching to cup Obi Wan’s hot cheek with a gore-stained hand. “Command me.”    I cannot talk about this fic without some vague spoilers, to talk about the bit of a twist the concept of the fic has, so while I think it’s still totally a readable rec to someone who hasn’t read it yet, I do want to warn for that! Okay! There are a couple of caveats to this fic, in that it writes the Jedi as celibate and chaste and "no love allowed at all” in a way that directly contradicts canon, as well as I will never believe that Obi-Wan doesn’t know exactly when he’s flirting and that he was handsome as hell, but if you can roll with those things (and it’s pretty warm-hearted about them!) you’ll get a fic that’s super engaging and fun to read and satisfying. Because this fic just kind of lit up my brain in the way that I wanted to give it a high five, where Anakin comes back and he’s really more Vader than he is Anakin, but Vader is Anakin, and I really felt that in the story, that his issues stem from taking Anakin Skywalker’s issues up to a hundred, then dumping him into touch starvation mode and further dialing up his desperation to have someone to follow, someone to devote himself to, someone to tell him what to do, someone to take care of him, in all his murderous fury and unfair ragings.    The thing that was so great is that it didn’t ignore just how volatile and powerful and dangerous that Vader is here, but it also understood where that volalitly came from, that Anakin Skywalker is a giant walking bottomless pit of need and hunger, that he’ll sacrifice anything, no matter how much he wants to be part of the bigger galactic events, no matter how much he wants to just do what he wants to do, he’ll throw it all away for the touch of the person he loves, for them to fill him up with love. And he finally knows that about himself. Well, half-knows it. Knows it enough to tell Obi-Wan that he needs someone with a stronger hand than what he’s been given so far, someone who will commandhim and love him at the same time. That was so goddamned satisfying. And Obi-Wan reacts to this in a very understandable way, there’s something there that pulls at him, but also he has a bigger galaxy to think of and that informs his choices, that he’s lived his life once and he’ll do again what needs to be done (whatever that might be) but that it’s complicated.    And so when the fic is really ultimately about Anakin being locked away, that the greater theme of this fic (both before that and after) is about how these two characters feel like the only ones left in the world, that the time travel has isolated them from anyone but each other, that even literally they are the only two people they can feel in the Force, that’s just super well done and so satisfying. Anakin being willing to give up even his bigger plans for Obi-Wan to touch him again (because it’s such a marvel, it’s something he can’t believe he’d forgotten about, that perhaps he’d been made to forget, but also that the wayObi-Wan touches him is incredible), to desperately wrap arms and legs around Obi-Wan, not even necessarily wanting sex, just wanting to feel his Master’s touch, wanting to be consumed by feelings, it’s really well balanced with how intense and unbalanced he is, but that there’s something charismatic and magnetic about him, even when he’s really kind of so, so awful.    The whole fic is like this low-key d/s scenario and these characters flinging themselves into co-dependency because they do keep each other grounded and it’s the most important relationship in either of their lives, which makes it super satisfying to ship, because it hits all those iddy places (Anakin recognizing that he’s Anakin again, when he throws fits that are this close to being tantrums, when the power level he has is genuinely terrifying, when he wants so badly for Obi-Wan to just hold him down and be his Master again, even has he fights against it, so much conflict wrapped up in that stellar, brilliant idiot) but also plays on traits that Anakin has, that explores his character really well. Anakin was the highlight of this fic for me, it just got me right back into everything I felt about this idiot who has more power and anger than he knows what to do with, but also a praise kink and undercurrent of a sub kink a mile wide, it got me right in the feelings place every time he would wrap arms and legs around his Master to try to keep him there, would just settle any time Obi-Wan would grab his hair or kiss him. Yes, make the murder boy happy, okay!! ✦ My Moon After the Tide by LemonTwister, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, some d/s, 38.8k    After being inflicted with a paralytic toxin, Anakin is unable to care for himself until he recovers. Obi-Wan promises to provide his Padawan with everything he needs.    This is another fic that I just could not put down because it hit my iddy wants just so very nicely! I do have a couple of caveats–it veers briefly into “Jedi aren’t allowed feelings” territory (though, it’s very brief and contradicted by how there’s a very thorough point being made about how attachments are dangerous because of exactly what’s happening with them, as well as they show their feelings right from the beginning) and Mace is more antagonistic than he is in canon, but they’re small moments in an otherwise solidly long fic that is exactlywhat it aims to be: A fun story about mutual pining even while they’re together and some goddamned fantastic sex. This is a story that whole-heartedly embraces that sort of nostalgic feeling I have for why I first started reading fic in the first place, that feeling that gets straight at my feelings being ramped up to eleventy over these characters and how much I want them to be together and the embracing of the tropes that keep them apart (that Anakin is his student–though, he’s 19 or 20 here, so he’s very much an adult–that there’s so much internal drama over the emotions, that they have to slog through their misunderstandings of where the other person stands, etc.) and it’s so much fun.    This fic really had a way of keeping me sailing right along, so that it hardly felt like an almost 40k fic, because it did so well with exploring the central roadblocks between Obi-Wan and Anakin getting together, it was one of those that was just easy to slide right into again every time I picked it up because it had such a charm to the writing of it, it was smooth and solid and easy. And it was stuff I loved! Anakin being paralyzed from poison, so he can’t move and needs someone to take care of him! That they both kind of revel in it, even when there are thornier issues that come up because of it, what they both want from it and why they do/don’t hold back. And, oh, the undercurrent of this fic, where Obi-Wan tries so hard to respect Anakin’s agency, because he’s trying to be so very aware of not putting Anakin under his thumb, not just ordering him around, that there’s this tension because Anakin does want his Master to just take him already, to do what he’s going to do, to take firm hold of Anakin and fuck him already. To the point that he gets frustrated and a little angry when Obi-Wan won’t just do it, because Obi-Wan keeps asking him what he wants. And that’s what I’m here for, I’m here for Anakin Skywalker not really knowing how to express that he wants this specific thing, that he wants to be loved and cherished and touched and guided. He wants Obi-Wan to tell him what to do, to put him where Obi-Wan wants him, wants to be filled up with him instead of his own annoying, buzzing thoughts. And it’s never really directly remarked on too much, instead it’s just there, it’s shown through frustration and understated words and satisfaction when Anakin finally gets what he wants.    Because, oh, the sex in this fic is fantastic for me, where the first time Obi-Wan opens Anakin up with his fingers, asking if this is what Anakin did to himself, how many did he usually fit in, while questing inside of Anakin, it was ridiculously smoking hot. Because Anakin got off on being held in place, having his Master’s hand inside him, having those fingers rubbing the right spot and undoing his thoughts and asking him these personal questions while just prying him open, emotionally and physically. He craved that kind of closeness. Or the next time when Obi-Wan pushes his legs back so he’s up in the air and rims the hell out of him, that sense of being held still, having to just take what his Master gives him, because that’s what he’s always wanted, to be taken apart like that! Or when Obi-Wan finally, finally fucks into him, when they’re finally joined in that manner, Anakin is this giant mess of emotions and wants and desires, that this is everything he wanted! I am here for that again and again, because it’s never enough for this needy idiot that I love so much.    So this is one of those fics for when you’re in the mood for something to really please you, something that will walk right up to your id and embrace it, something when you want a fun romp with a ton of charisma! It has some plot to it, it has a really lovely OC Jedi who fits right in with the Jedi of canon, it’s incredibly warm-hearted (and really ultimately nicely kind to nearly everyone!), and is nearly 40k of Obi-Wan and Anakin being ridiculously in love with each other and wading through those feelings in a way they both needed to work through, until they get where they need to be, making the whole fic just one of the most satisfying I’ve read in awhile. I think that’s the feeling I keep walking away with, that made me write like four paragraphs for a rec–I was so satisfiedby this fic, which I cannot thank it enough for. ✦ starbird by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin, 8.8k    As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi.    I’m pretty sure I’ve recommended this fic before, but I wanted to do a reread of it because I remember it being one of my favorite portrayals of the Obi-Wan/Anakin dynamic, that it really spoke to me and sung for me, so I wanted to see if it held up. And it very much does, I still think this is one of the best intro-to-Obikin fics I could suggest. There’s a lot of great stuff that’s going on under the surface here, that it’s how these characters work, that Anakin really has no chill, so Obi-Wan tries to chill him out and poke at him in understated ways, how he’s direct in all the right moments and indirect in all the other right moments. There’s a strength and focus to Obi-Wan’s character that is spot on to the canon, there’s such fondness for Anakin in everything he says and does, in that way you feel down to your bones, even if it’s just from a smile or a teasing comment. And what really gets me with Anakin–aside from how there’s this sense of how his anxieties and fears and doubts just cling to him, like a cloak settled over his shoulders–is that he’s absolutely boggled by Obi-Wan’s actions sometimes, despite that they’re perfectly in character for him, that there’s the undercurrent of how Anakin sometimes gets lost in his own perceptions of the galaxy that aren’t quite true. This is why the dinner scene is probably my favorite, the one I always think of first when I think of this fic. That there’s such a great, flirty dynamic between them that fits with how they are in canon, how it could almost be gen for how well it fits, and yet there’s still something more. There’s just a slight change in the undercurrent, the way Anakin thinks about Obi-Wan and looks at him (though, I would argue could fit with the canon), that makes this piece really shine, gives it a sharpness that makes my favorite of the author’s, even over the more famous fic. It’s just gorgeously written and hits my id just right and illustrates why I ship these two so hard and how there’s that solidity to these characters, especially Obi-Wan, that’s so genuinely good. ✦ To Lose My Mind and Find My Soul by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & cast, fairy tale au, 3.2k wip    Anakin Skywalker was born and raised in Jedha, and has not known anything of the world beyond the superstitions of his isolated village. He is not allowed past the boundaries of the village, is not allowed to walk the path through the wood that leads to the world beyond, but sometimes he finds himself slipping away anyways, inexplicably drawn to the forest and the monstrous creature that stalks it.    I love fairy tale themed AUs! And while this one is only the first chapter so far, I’m already delighted by it and would love to see more of it, that it really captures a sense of mysterious woods and a monster who haunts them, a sense of the supernatural with a beautiful backdrop. Honestly, as I was reading it, I couldn’t stop thinking about something like the woods from anime series like Mononoke or Mushishi, something otherworldly living right next to the human world, something old and not quite understood, maybe friendly, maybe dangerous, you can never quite tell. It’s a lovely start and I’m looking forward to more of it! ✦ Eyes Wide Like Cherry Pies by Darlings (FromDreamstoEmpires), FromDreamstoEmpires, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, NSFW, modern au, 6.7k wip    Anakin is a typical struggling college student studying art. Obi-Wan is a successful lawyer he meets one night through Padme and Staine. He doesn’t think he’ll ever see him again but neither of them can deny their attraction to each other.    Chapter 2: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole. This is another chapter in this fic that just goes straight for what I want–the start of a sugar baby AU where Anakin is a mess and Ben is charmed by this adorable guy and then flirt some more, there’s some lap-sitting, and then they go home and fuck for a second time, where Ben nicely rims him for awhile and denies him the chance to come (edging Anakin to teach him patience and really help along that shorting out of his anxious thoughts! gimme that for always!) until finally he fucks into Anakin, like they’ve both been wanting. It’s one of those fics that appeals to what I want from it, that sometimes I just want to read some fluff in a modern AU where they can just bang it out until I feel better, and this fic happily does that for me, it just whole-heartedly embraces all the tropes I enjoy (Anakin being greedy and desperate for more, Obi-Wan adoring him but making him wait so that it shorts out his awful thoughts, the mild d/s undercurrents to their interactions, Anakin’s cock being left untouched because he’d come too quickly if it was, Anakin tightening around him as he comes, all things I love) and just satisfies me. This chapter was such a treat for me and it just made me happy and I need all the fic I can get that will make me happy! ✦ Last breath by Arctii, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 7.9k wip    Anakin leaves. Obi-Wan decides, reluctantly, knowing it’s probably not the smartest thing he has done, to try and track him down. That, surprisingly, proves to be a difficult task. Especially since there are so many realisations he doesn’t want to face, and since Anakin seemingly does everything he can to disappear.    I’m often wary of picking up fic like this, where Obi-Wan or Anakin decide to leave the Jedi, because it’s hard to get that right and keep them in character, but I wound up sucked into this one and really enjoyed the five chapters that are here, because it knows exactly what to focus on–that mutual pining that’s delicous and the most fun to read about! Anakin just disappearing without notice, then Obi-Wan just unable to stop thinking about him, and the near misses they have when they almost meet up again, both of them wanting to see the other, Anakin being an absolute mess, while Obi-Wan is reasonably well put together but misses him? Yes, that’s what I’m here for. I’m really enjoying Anakin’s grief and how much of a disaster he is, because of course he is, and the fic definitely knows how to keep me interested even while making me wait for them to finally find each other again. Well, for Obi-Wan to finally pin that little shit down, but same difference! ✦ Star Birth by thatsakitkat, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, dark themes, 7k wip    “Am I going to die, Master?” Anakin asks. Obi-Wan looks at him sharply. “No. You will not die, Anakin.” “I’m burning,” Anakin says. He blinks slowly and strains to concentrate. “You set me on fire.”    You should definitely read the warnings on this fic, it’s a darker look at the characters and the trope of a/b/o in fic, which I find has to be done carefully for my personal tastes, but I read this one and am definitely greatly intrigued by it. One of the things that helped me is that it notes right upfront that the Jedi here aren’t like they are in canon, which allowed that voice in the back of my head to just shut up about how this isn’t how the Jedi actually are and just roll with them being more awful here (though, if you’re sensitive to that like me, heads up that it will likely play more of a role as the fic goes on!) and instead I focused on what the story was actually about. Because it’s a fic about omega!Anakin burning up with his first heat, that it’s actually a legit terrifying thing for someone who has such a strong connection to the Force and so much power and so little control of himself normally, much less when he’s in the middle of a fever this intense. It was this really satisfying dive into Anakin being just out of it, this sense of how worrying that really was, how much he was suffering through this, and how very much Obi-Wan cared about him, how much he felt the pull towards him, how intensely protective of Anakin he was, and how this is really worrying and unsettling and dangerous.    It’s a difficult situation because Anakin can so very, very easily hurt other people around him, but also taking him out of a structured environment can hurt him as well, that Obi-Wan has to try to balance what’s best for Anakin versus what’s best for everyone, that the two don’t always overlap, and that this is not an easy problem with a simple solution. It’s a much harsher world for the a/b/o dynamics, but there’s something really super engaging about the set-up here, the way Obi-Wan and Anakin interact with each other. Part of it is my iddy enjoyment of the trope and their co-depending dynamic, but part of it is also that there’s something surprisingly warm here even when they’re suffering, even when terrible things are done. ✦ Tumblr Prompt Drabbles by Adelphrexia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, various themes, ~1k wip (sort of)    A collection of Obikin drabble requests originally posted on my Tumblr. Mostly smut, any warnings will be posted on the chapter they apply to.    Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin, this is a nice little collection of porny snippets, for when you’re in the mood for some resolution! With all the gen or low-rated fic I’ve been reading lately, sometimes I just really need some “getting straight to the point” sex snippets and these gave me some ridiculously hot imagery and thus satisfying for exactly what I wanted from it! ✦ The Team by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, human au, mafia au, ~1k    Behind a warehouse long abandoned by everything but rats, beneath a blue sky smudged brown by pollution, a pristine black Mercedes sat idling like a wraith.    I really love the idea of Mafia AUs (as the author’s notes say, it’s basically a Sith AU with three piece suits!) and there’s some gorgeous imagery here (“a pristine black Mercedes sat idling like a wraith” is one of my favorite pieces of description I’ve read in awhile!) and this really lovely intimate moment of Obi-Wan thinking about Anakin, as he’s off doing some dirty work. It’s a neat way to map Anakin’s desire to be the Knight to someone else’s leader, to work in all those monstrous things he’s capable of, while also keeping Obi-Wan’s refined point of view. I like that it doesn’t need to be more than what it is, even though I’d have read another 50k or more of it, and it ends on a really lovely image as well, which says so much about who Anakin Skywalker is, with just a few words. ✦ Almost Lost by aphorisnt, obi-wan/anakin & kix, 3k    Anakin gets injured and Obi-Wan does not handle it well.    This was a very nice piece of Anakin whump and Obi-Wan actually handles it reasonably well, just not for Obi-Wan because, you know, it’s Anakin. I really enjoyed that this was just whole-heartedly embracing the hurt/comfort trope, that Anakin gets hurt, Obi-Wan’s thoughts get scrambled because he cares so much about this person, so there’s a lot of waiting and restlessness, and then everything breaks open from there. It was one of those fics that just really scratched an itch I had for this kind of thing, it was just so solidly satisfying for that! ✦ i didn’t want this thing called living by dorenamryn, obi-wan/anakin, 4.8k wip (sort of)    Alternatively: Obi-wan’s heart is forever shattered, and Anakin always burns. (A collection of ficlets cataloguing the tragedy of two lives both before and after the fall that was never supposed to happen.)    This is a collection of various ficlets, set at different points in their lives, sometimes when they’re fighting during the Clone War, sometimes after Mustafar has happened, sometimes things are a mix of bittersweet and hopeful, sometimes things are just sad, and it’s a lovely set of pieces that gave me a lot of feelings about how much was ruined between them, how much it hurts because it was good once upon a time. Another fic of “please stop punching me in the feelings (no, don’t, it’s really good)”! ✦ Tumblr Prompts by Darlings (FromDreamstoEmpires), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 6.6k (each chapter is separate)    A collection of prompts that I’ve filled on Tumblr.    I think I may have recommended this collection before? But I wanted to make a special rec for Chapter 4: He Hurt Me (And It Felt Like True Love), because it’s 2.7k by itself and because it was based on a prompt of mine and, boy, is it one of those fics that I enjoyed because it just gleefully embraces the tropes and iddiness of it, that it just goes right for Emperor!Sith!Obi-Wan who binds Anakin and fucks the noise out of his head, like it knows what I want from fic when I need some resolution after all the other non-shippy fic/novels I’ve been reading. It’s nicely satisfying sex, it’s Obi-Wan teaching Anakin patience through sex and making him wait to come and domming the hell out of him before finally fucking into him and blanking out Anakin’s mind. Listen. Listen, I am always here for that, okay. And this one was just fun and hit me exactly as it was supposed to! ✦ WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & cast, 13k wip    War has broken out between the Republic and the Separatists. But that is of no concern to Ben, one of the best bounty hunters in the galaxy. All he’s focused on is his next target…until he’s invited to a tournament of hunters on Serenno. There, he meets a young Jedi Knight—the Hero With No Fear, Anakin Skywalker—who’s disguised as bounty hunter Rako Hardeen.    Chapters 3-4: I keep meaning to let this fic build up for a bit more (because every time I read it, I get to the end of the chapter and desperately want more!) but I can never resist, I have to read it pretty much right away, because it’s so goddamned charming, there’s such a charisma to the interactions between Ben and Anakin here, you can feel the chemistry they have with each other! I’m enjoying the set-up, I really like the way these characters’ lives are different in this universe, that Ben has so many elements of Obi-Wan (that sharpness and focus and presence especially!) and that Anakin has so many elements of his canon self (kind of a mess, leads with his feelings, so much talent with his skills!), so that the instant connection between them makes perfect sense to me, they just somehow vibe on each other, that all versions of them always will.    It helps that the writing is really sharp, that the attraction between them (even while they know they should be wary, Anakin especially just can’t help being wildly attracted to Ben and WITH GOOD REASON) and that Ben is an incredible bounty-hunter, I love that I’m sure the underlying meaning is that he’s Force-sensitive and lightly tapping into those abilities without knowing it, but it’s still really hot when he’s sniping targets from so far away or leading the other bounty hunters in an obstacle course or refusing to back down in front of Dooku, but without being a hot head about it. No wonder Anakin is all hot and bothered, it’s clear that he’s brilliant himself but Ben is just really, really hot and really, really good at what he does, and so it makes their natural chemistry work. And I lovethat Anakin continues to be absolute shit at flirting, if Obi-Wan Kenobi couldn’t teach him that in canon, no one could. Seeing Obi-Wan all cool and collected, while Anakin is a mess? Yes, gimme that combination always, it never gets old! I love that there’s also a plot going on, I’m genuinely intrigued by it, the mission they’re assigned to, whatever happened in the past with Qui-Gon, what’s going on with Palpatine, all of that, but also the charm of these two is so well done that I can’t help it, I want more of them in this universe! ✦ My Anakin by DonkerRood, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, bondage, some d/s, 1.1k    Obi-Wan is back from a mission and realizes Anakin always gets what he wants.    This was a lovely piece that I picked up for the sexy times and the tying Anakin up, but wound up enjoying it just as much for the “fuck the noise out of Anakin Skywalker’s head” aspect, that it was about Obi-Wan trying to find the balance of their relationship, because Anakin is so needy, that it’s next to impossible to resist him when he’s begging Obi-Wan for more. That it’s about getting Anakin to a better headspace, that this helps settle and calm him, just as much as it’s about the soft touches and comfort Anakin gets from being tied up and loved, that it’s about Obi-Wan teaching Anakin a bit of patience before finallyfucking him properly and I’m just so very here for that. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ Master and Padawan by Katharos, obi-wan & luke & cast, 15.5k wip    What if Luke was raised by Obi-Wan as his Padawan?    This was a fic written post-TPM, but pre-AOTC or ROTS, so a lot of stuff is going to be different here, but it doesn’t really matter that much, because it’s a story about Obi-Wan raising Luke, halfway as his son and halfway as his apprentice, in a story that’s just CUTENESS ALL THE WAY AROUND. I really loved tearing through it and I don’t mind that it’s a wip that hasn’t been updated in ~15 years because it’s not one that’s about resolution, it’s about the slice of life dynamic between these characters as Luke (who is a ball of sunshine, of course, even as he’s also a little shit sometimes) grows up and Obi-Wan adores him and loves him. That it’s a heartwarming fic set on Tatooine, with Luke making friends with Biggs and they go to see a podrace with Obi-Wan as the exasperated dad chasing after energetic kids, with teaching Luke to be patient and let go of his anger and frustration, all of it was just really sweet and a nice read. ✦ Ritual by ambiguously, bail & breha & leia & luke & han, ~1k    Two funerals Leia attended.    This was a short but lovely piece that’s a look at Leia’s character, the way she approaches mourning, the impact it’s had on her life, as seen through two scenes of loss–one as a child that she doesn’t really feel that connected to, the other as a young adult that’s too massive for her to wrap her head around at once. All the while showing her resilience and strength. ✦ Carmine by AceQueenKing, anakin & leia, 2.7k    The Princess stirs, waking; her eyes catch him at her door and her face darkens, ready for a fight.    Another gorgeous look at Vader and Leia, that the fire and steel in her veins teases at something in the back of his mind, but also just simply that he recognizes someone it would be a shame to waste, someone who would be so much more valuable put to better uses. I love the strength of Leia’s character here, that she’s human and nineteen, but also that she’s so sharp she’s very nearly cutting just to look at her. The deft characterization and the way they interact with each other is spot on and it’s a really aching, hard piece to read, but also graceful and fascinating. ✦ Useful by igrockspock, leia & luke & han, 1.4k    To earn her place on the Falcon, Leia has to be useful, so she tries to learn everything she can.    Another lovely look at Leia’s character, during her time on the Falcon and how hard she pushes herself, the kind of impossible standards she holds herself to. It makes me ache a little for her, she’s so very hard on herself, always pushing more and more, but also so tremendously happy for her that she has Luke and Han, who are there for her. ✦ Paper Trails; A Triptych of Leia Organa by glorious_clio, leia & cast, 7.9k    By the time she was 19, Leia has three defined roles that she slots in and out of, some are more obvious to outsiders than others. But Leia Organa is also more than the sum of her parts.    Sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t be able to read such an endless parade of Leia fics, that eventually character pieces should feel like they’ve covered all the ground of her, but I never seem to get tired of them, not when fic like this exists that are such a lovely look at the larger span of her life, the fire she has and the losses she suffers and just how much there is to her, all told through so many little scenes and little details given to flesh her out. It’s a really fantastic read if you’re interested in her character and her life! ✦ Entail by Domenika Marzione (domarzione), leia & luke & ahsoka & cast, 2.4k    Families of all sorts come with obligations. And baggage.    Another lovely look at Leia’s character (which I will never get tired of!) with a highlight on the Skywalker family and the Jedi and how it’s this really kind, goodexploration of what those things mean. I especially adored the conversation between Leia and Ahsoka, the introspection Ahsoka has clearly done over the years about what happened to her former Master, her part in all of it, and how it really gets how these characters related to each other and how things were beyond them sometimes. That Anakin maybe wasn’t meant to be a Jedi, but that didn’t mean anything bad about him in an inherent way or that the Jedi were bad, either, and that was perfect, that it understood and that this is how these characters actually would feel and realize things. It’s a story about Leia struggling to find her way through the Skywalker legacy and her connection to the Force, the connections her loved ones have, and how the past came to be, and it’s kind-hearted and charming, all while being sad and heartbreaking. I enjoyed this a lot! ✦ The Trick is to Keep Breathing by AceQueenKing, anakin & leia, 3.3k    She’s older now, and so is he. Far older now. She wonders: will he have lost any power with his age? Will he be shorter, weaker? An old man on a ventilator? It’s hard to imagine that he won’t still be dangerous. But then, that’s exactly what she’s counting on.    Oh, this fic was wrenching. There’s something so incredibly sharp and aching about this piece, one that’s exactly the length it needed to be (though, I would read an entire novel’s worth set in this story) and does an incredible, painful job of capturing Leia’s character, as she goes to see her biological father after the events of TLJ. There’s so many gorgeous details here (the life he lives, wherehe lives, how he lives, the people around him, the way he spends his time, the people in his sketchbook, the clothes) that I loved, but also just the sheer “please stop punching me in the feelings (no, please keep going)” feeling of it. It’s the most gorgeous Vader & Leia fic I’ve read in awhile, it really gets both these characters and how they would be in this situation, how there’s an undeniable connection there, but without removing Leia’s anger or her connection to her real parents. All of it is incredibly painful, especially Anakin, with his hope and his eagerness and his world-weariness all in equal measure, like, yes, that is Anakin Skywalker right there. I practically felt physically sore after reading this, just exactly as I was supposed to feel. ✦ Minor Counterintelligence Operations by igrockspock, han/leia & ben, 2.5k    Ben Solo knows three things: he loves his parents, they are weird, and they have a lot of secrets. He intends to find them out.    Oh, this was so adorable! Young Ben asking his parents about stuff kids ask about, except they’re not quite a normal family, so there’s a lot in Han and Leia’s past that has to be delicately approached, but they do such a sharp, charming job of it, even as you can see kidlet Ben getting a little too focused on them. The fic does a great job of not going too far in any one direction, but instead there’s all this hope and light and joy in their family, it’s genuinely darling and charismatic in how cute the kid is, while also being legitimately hilarious in moments. The comedic timing of the dialogue is really great and it just absolutely charmed the pants off me. CROSSING THE GENERATIONS: ✦ GrandMasters & GrandPadawans by ShadeCrawler, ezra & mace, background time travel, 2.2k    AKA. Where Ezra Bridger and Mace Windu have a discussion over juice.    I had a moment of wondering how these two characters would be thrown together in the same time and place, but then realized it was a time travel fic where Ezra gets to go back and meet this legendary Jedi of his lineage and, oh, I didn’t know how much I needed it until I had it. It’s so good, it’s a beautiful look at a quiet conversation between them (of course Ezra has a million questions, he’s definitely Kanan’s padawan in that) and Mace’s answers are spot on for him, that this is a fic that really gets the Jedi and the actual balance they strive for, Mace’s answer about attachment was perfect. I could have cried happy tears over how warm-hearted and good this fic was, but it’s also one that gave me a tremendous amount of feelings because EZRA GETTING TO SEE THE GOLDEN DAYS OF THE JEDI, I didn’t know how much that was going to mean to me. ✦ Round Two by ambiguously, ahsoka/sabine & cast, time travel, 1.4k    Sabine and Ahsoka get stranded in the past together.    This is a fic that drops you into the middle of the story and it’s not really aboutthe time travel, it’s about the more intimate personal dynamic between Ahsoka and Sabine, that they’ve been set outside of time, in a sense, and it’s a glimpse into how they deal with that, just moments of them stepping outside their own lives. I don’t know that I necessarily shipped it before this, but I found it to be a lovely piece and I could definitely see it here, and it was just a cool, neat read! ✦ How to Kill a Ghost by saiditallbefore, kylo & yoda, 1.6k    “Fuck. I’m being followed by a dead Jedi.” “Jedi master, I was,” he says, tapping Kylo with his cane again.    I would read at least a dozen fics of Yoda as a Force Ghost haunting Kylo Ren, basically annoying him into turning at least somewhat back to the light. I love the little touches in the fic, none are too heavy handed, but the loss of the Jedi, the hurt of everything with Anakin Skywalker, the passage of time, all of it is really nicely done, this isn’t just a crack fic, it has moments of genuine sadness and bittersweetness. But it’s also entirely hilarious and I would read the galaxy’s most fuck-awful road trip with these two for AT LEAST an entire novel’s worth! ✦ Spectre by Magical_Destiny, anakin & kylo, 2.2k    In the aftermath of Crait, Kylo Ren finally meets his grandfather.    This was a really great post-TLJ fic that hit all the notes just right for me, it wasn’t too over the top, it wasn’t too understated, it was just the right amount of Skywalker Drama with Anakin also still trying here and having achieved something better in death, more clarity that allows him to see better. And the fic doesn’t try to swing the characters too far one way or the other, while still allowing them reactions, and so it just kind of sucker-punched me in a way that felt perfect to the movies and where the characters are at this point in time. The conversation between them is satisfying for the brief moments they’ve given and thisssss is what I want from Force Ghost Anakin, yes. ✦ another city (better than this one) by notbecauseofvictories, lando & ben solo, 5.8k    The kid is sitting cross-legged on a drum of tibanna gas, picking at a hole in his leggings despite the bulky stun-cuffs binding his wrists together. He keeps darting black looks at the patrolmen flanking him on either side, and scowling.    I really loved the conflicted feelings this fic gave me, that it was easy to see the bad path Ben was on here, that Lando had to put the safety of others first, but also he handled it really kind of badly when he just shut Ben down the first time something (admittedly something really huge) happened, despite that he saw that Ben didn’t do it out of malice. And yet that this was a problem farbeyond Lando and he did the right thing. It’s a crappy situation all the way around and it was perfectly done for that! It is a fic that doesn’t really fit with canon but that doesn’t matter because it’s illustrating how Ben Solo could have gone so wrong, how he was loved and how he wasn’t just an evil chariacture, how a person can feel for him and be deeply disturbed by him, that it’s not just his power that’s frightening, but the morality behind it, the lack of understanding of how he uses it and how it hurts people. It really was a fascinating read! REBELS RECS: ✦ Mating Rituals by Velvedere, zeb/kallus & sabine & cast, 4.7k    Zeb has been acting weird lately. Kallus vents to Sabine about it.    With the brief exception of Kallus’ name, this fic could easily fit into the later parts of Rebels (which is one of the big hesitations I have with reading Kalluzeb fic, because I love that ending and want stuff that’s compatible with it!) and, even more importantly, it’s delightful as all get out. The writing is really sharp, it’s funny in that sort of understated, not directly a joke, just a hilarious circumstance kind of way, just the way Sabine is so dry about Kallus’ awkwardness, but not mean about it, is so her. And the dynamic between Zeb and Kallus is really charming and sharp, it’s a scream to read for the hilarity, but also because I ship those two so hard and it just really sparkled off the page here. An absolute scream of a fic! ✦ Seven by ambiguously, kanan & jacen, time travel (sort of), 3.8k    Kanan asks the wolves a question. The wolves bring him someone with a different question.    Another fic that I never knew I needed, this one just punched me right in the feelings with how it was absolutely perfect and so, so fitting with Star Wars and these characters’ relationship with each other. It’s perfect for Kanan, I have no trouble believing this fits into his story, just as much as it fits perfectly into what I would love to see for Jacen, it makes everything feel all the more settled, it provides a bit of resolution/closure in exactly the way it intends, it’s painful but in a cathartic way, and it works so, so well as something understated and meaningful without trying too hard. That it’s a brief few moments in time only increases it’s importance, that it doesn’t need confessions, they just get it, is so incredibly true to the characters that I could have cried a little at how much it made me feel. Gorgeous and everything I wanted from Kanan & Jacen fic. ✦ Ben Whitesun by Perspicacia, obi-wan/beru & cast, 6k    When Obi-Wan brought Luke to the Lars’ farm, he found only a struggling grieving widow and not the young, happy couple he hoped. This is how Ben Kenobi became a moisture farmer instead of a hermit…    This is really more of a Beru piece than anything, Obi-Wan is just kind of there and lacks the focus of his character, but I loved it for being an alternate storyline, for being such a great Beru piece. That Owen died and so Obi-Wan’s path became a little different, that their relationship isn’t this grand, passionate thing for either of them, they’re both too much about other things, too grounded and down to earth, but it is something comforting and solid and real, the fic balances that really well and made me care about them and really able to see that this could have happened for them. It’s a lovely picture of what life on Tatooine is like as well, that it’s hard and exhausting and dangerous, but there’s life and love and warmth there as well, that both of these people heal around each other, because of each other and Luke. It really charmed me to read this story! ✦ The Care and Keeping of Ex-Imperials Who Need Coffee, a Nap, and a Hug in That Order by akaparalian, kallus & phoenix crew (& some zeb/kallus), 8.8k    Five Ghost crew members who helped Alexsandr Kallus, and one who he helped in return.    This is a really satisfying piece about the Phoenix crew and Kallus and his slow adjustment to being part of them, a really great look at Alexandr Kallus as a character and where he’s at with all of them. That he holds himself back in ways that really fit with the character, that aren’t trying too hard or over the top about it, but instead that are pretty understandable and reasonable ways, that the fic is about the crew slowly warming up to him and him slowly learning to trust that he can tease back or admit to when he needs food or medical attention or even just trust that this is all real. I love the voices for the characters (Chopper just chucking food at him in frustration is a highlight, but also the back and forth with Ezra is probably my favorite), each one of them is different and sharp and true to who they are. It’s just exactly the kind of fic I really wanted to read! ✦ When we have peace by apocrypha73, zeb/kallus, 2.9k    After the Battle of Endor, Kallus and Zeb enjoy the celebration.    This was just a nice, solid piece of post-Rebels fic where Zeb and Kallus outlast the war, having these little moments along the way, whether discussing bigger events (like the hotshot pilot who destroyed the Death Star) or more personal, quieter and intimate moments (like discussing their lives) and it just helped satisfy that itch I had for more of them! Sweet and very nice to read. ✦ The First Day of the Rest of Your Life by ambiguously, kanan/hera & ocs, 6.7k    Kanan and Hera, from point A to point B, and all the places between.    This is the other Kanan/Hera fic I didn’t know I needed until I had it in my hands and was swept away into it. It’s the perfect length for a sort of slice-of-life (that spans a fair amount of time) post-A New Dawn and pre-series, as Kanan and Hera start to settle into this new friendship (and something more) of theirs, but I also could have read another 50k of it, because it’s so sharp and sparkling and charming. It fits them both so well for this time in their lives and really gets their ridiculous amount of chemistry down and even has original characters that I adored, who were perfectly used as they needed to be for this story. It’s a great read whether you’re full on diehard OTP for these or just more casually interested in them, I really loved it a lot. ✦ Without, Inferno | Within, Peace by auraelys, kanan/hera & sabine & ezra & depa, ~1k    In that moment, Kanan knows the choice he has to make, no matter how much it hurts.    This is a really gorgeous look at Kanan’s point of view from Jedi Night and really nails his thoughts and what he was going through and the connective web of his entire life and the path he walked. The sense of peace, the purpose just struck me really hard, they’re perfectly done and beautifully written. ✦ In the Middle of the Night by bar2d2s, hera & kallus (background kanan/hera & zeb/kallus), 1.8k    When one member of your self-made family is pregnant, you’re all pregnant.    A lovely post-series look at Kallus still trying to fit in with the Phoenix crew, as he interacts with Hera in a slightly awkward (but getting less awkward) run-in during the middle of the night. It’s sort of a Kallus-focused piece, but it’s also a family-focused piece, with the right amounts of cute and bittersweet woven together. ✦ A Moment to Breathe by Mirror and Image, kanan & kallus & hera & ezra & sabine & zeb & cast, 8.9k    Everyone struggles to come to terms with the Season 3 finale - Kallus most of all - and in their grief and defeat one blind man gives them a moment to breathe.    This was a lovely post-season 3 finale fic where Kanan wanders around and gently nudges various Phoenix crew and Rebels into feeling better, that he’s so Jedi about it, that he’s so Kanan about it, that it’s these wonderful moments of connection between all these different characters at a difficult moment in their lives, the moments of breathing room they get after everything that’s happened. I love that it fits with how a Jedi is someone who can create these moments to help others, that they get a little breathing room because of him, but I love it even more for being a piece about family, for being a piece about Kanan finding his path in life. The scene with Kallus at the end is probably definitely my favorite, but I really loved all of them, it was a lovely read. ✦ And a Million Years Gone By by ambiguously, hera & jacen, 5.7k    Hera worries about Jacen a lot.    Oh, I loved this fic, it was such a great piece for Jacen growing up and being a little strange and what that means and how Hera deals with it. It’s a series of scenes across the early years of his life, as Hera balances raising him with still fighting in the rebellion, as Jacen gets into the occasional situation here and there. That it can’t be an easy life, growing up in the midst of all that fighting and not many other kids his age around, but he’s no less loved by the people around him for it, that this is a piece about the family they’ve forged and chosen for themselves, and the ending brought that misty-eyed, “my chest is having those feelings things again” feel to me, it was beautiful for all these moments from Hera, who loves her son but worries about him, especially after she’s lost both the Jedi in her life already for a higher purpose, that the war has strained everything in her life. This is the fic I wanted to read about these moments in Hera and Jacen’s lives. ✦ Morning Light by SweetSinger2010, kanan/hera & sabine & ezra & zeb & cast, 8k    He’d long since figured out he was in bacta. He was able to orient himself to the sound of voices in the room, sometimes. When it was Hera speaking, always. And he could sense that little flicker of light and life she carried with her–their child. AU.    I am at peace with the way Rebels’ story went, it was obviously built up from a very long time ago, and the sacrifice Kanan made was a good one. That said, apparently I needed just the one AU where he lives and this one scratched that itch absolutely perfectly. The writing is lovely and the characterization is really solid, it has just the right amounts of both Hera being stubborn and reckless with how much heart and care she has, that once things settle she can put aside things and be soft again, too. It’s definitely a softer, kinder AU, but it’s not sugary sweet and I really appreciated that blend as well, because it takes Kanan time to recover, there’s a lot of shit going down in the background with the Rebellion, there’s a lot of worry about Hera pushing herself too far, etc. It hit the right notes of “I can see this fitting the Rebels canon” and “just fix everything already and give me the soft Kanera ending!!!”, which I greatly appreciated.

[ronracer]

Yo,

I have never doubted my feelings towards anyone I have told I love them. And outside of going a little beyond my means to make them smile I've never had to prove how much I truly love them....

But I've been dealing with this company BasicInvite.com

Screwing up our Save the Dates... And watching my fiancee tear up enraged me to a level I never knew... Like I love her so much and on such a primal level that just half tears in her eyes

Let's back up a bit.

Wedding Planning Pt2: invitations

I'm kinda jumping ahead of a bit but im pissed rn so we'll circle back around to the cute fun stuff of this topic. I'm sure by now you all have seen our bomb ass engagement photos. We loved them so much we wanted to use them as our save the dates!

We ordered our save the dates through this company. Being the life-long procrastinators we have chosen to be admittedly we sat on this longer than need be. So we Paid extra for the faster shipping. We get all giddy and excited because it's just one more step towards our new lives. Of course she goes to check on it first ... But the tracking number we received was not working. Called customer service and TREVOR explained that somehow our save the dates were lost!!

Some shit about the post office not scanning the box or something. Now they are a small business, probably have one person taking mail. Part of me felt like they just forgot to put the box in the mail. None of that mattered though. We NEED these save the dates ASAP.

He assured us he was print us new ones and they would be shipped out immediately and they would refund me The extra shipping cost. I lightheartedly tell him The misses will kill me cuz The was my task so don't worried about refunding the money and if we have to pay more to get same day shipping we'll do that. Apparently they can't do same day shipping which makes no damn sense but whateva. The next morning the original package mysteriously  gets an update on the tracking number. Interesting... But regardless Trevor said he would send us a new set. Then we get an email. They TOO have noticed movement on the package and now will WAIT and see before they send a new set.

Um..

..No. We explain to them that we could not afford to wait, which is why we paid extra for the shipping anyway. I asked again for Trevor. He said they understood and would go ahead making the second batch. They were just "letting me know"... Ok... A day goes by and we reach out again because we havent got a tracking number for the second batch. They tell us that the second batch did not pass its quality control inspection and now they have to print a THIRD batch which would take another 3 days!!! They said the good news was that it looked like the original batch would be there the next day anyways. Upon hearing this my sweet little future wife begins tear up off pure frustration. Because honestly, and tell us if we wrong, but it really felt like our original assumptions about them just forgetting to mail the first box was correct. And now they are dragging us along until it shows up so they don't have to make a new box...

Am I wrong?

At this moment my patience had worn out.

I demanded to have this new batch made and shipped the same day because at this point we had wasted too much time to get a refund and go anywhere else. They gave me some b.s. about having a contract with USPS and can't do same day. I demanded to speak to a higher up which i was denied.

Fuck that.

You see the unseen problem small businesses have is that They rely too much on their own social media. So finding the CEO was only a click away.

And I sent him a lengthy FB msg

After that They assured me I would be getting my package that day and give me a full refund. Of course I had heard this three times already. I told them I would NOT get off the phone until my packing is literally in the hands of the postman and I get an email SAYING it was shipped. I'm not kidding you guise. I put the phone on speaker at work at say there with them for 5hours.

They actually sent a picture of the box on the truck and then tried to hang up on me! Hold up. No. I said I needed both the picture AND update on the tracking. Not just being a dick about the situation but if we all remember in the beginning how this all started was them saying "the mail man must have forgotten to scan it..." So you will WAIT with me as I refresh until it says on the way. But I felt bad for the poor girl on the phone, syd I think her name was. So I said this is Trevors fault put his ass on the phone.

There was a strange silence then she says he's out of the office... I really hate when people try and play you like we haven't all worked customer service and managers have given us the I'm not here face

I asked when he would be back and she says she can't give me his schedule. I then tell her if I have to call back for him the civility of this interaction, which was already at a low point, will be null. Further more I have enough sky miles to fly to Utah in the morning if I have to.... By this time the tracking has updated... She tries again to get off the phone. I say where's Trevor.. Oh he has magically reappeared.

Sounding annoyed by having to talk he immediately goes into this bland ingenuine corporate apology. BUT instead of apologizing on behalf of BasicInvite.com this foo says he stands by the quality and service of BasicInvite.com and he apologizes for USPS!?

Bruh...

How you gonna be so self absorbed you gonna blame the Untied States government.

Even if it's true they messed up the first box, which I still don't think they did. What about the 2nd box? Why did I have to curse two poor customer service reps out for you to figure out how to do same day shipping? He then tells me he thought maybe we were trying to get something for free

I went ALL the way off.

I said several times I didn't care about the money for these cheap ass save the dates I wanted the save the dates! I even suggested paying extra. So where in the fuck you get the idea I'm trying to get over?.. He hung up. I called back and got poor syd answers. I say put Trevor on the phone she again says he's not taking calls. I told her I will call everyday for the rest of this year until Trevor or Brock takes my call and gives me a real apology.

They truly had no idea who They just crossed.

I called everyday And only saying hello can I speak to Trevor til They blocked me. I then used the website chat. They blocked my IP from going to their website, then gave me a refund. I went to Starbucks used two pcs and vpns til they had to install a new chat service that could block instantly. Still all I said was hello I need to speak to Trevor. Finally getting a formal cease and desist email I stopped.Trevor you should thank your god that my god put a woman in my life with some sense because I was really prepared to torture you for the rest of my living days.

So now I have double the save the dates and nothing to do with them. If It were up to me I'd burn the whole lot of them post the video on IG and tag BasicInvite.com

Anyone out there listening please do not use these people. I should have known from the name they some basic bitches.

[thiskindofshootingstar]

Octavia and Elements (Warning, it’s long)

In searching for scenes where octavia is near or associated with each of the four elements (water, earth, fire, air) for a gifset (maybe a series with each character or at least bellamy and clarke) I came across something I thought was interesting.

Now, it’s no surprise that out of all the characters, Octavia is the one most associated with earth. She is the first one on the ground after all. But further than that, she is constantly out in the woods/nature, associated with flowers and animals, falls in love with a “grounder”, finds belonging in “grounder” society, is covered in dirt from mid-season 1 literally until the s5 finale, is often in the mud, and has spent more time in subterranean areas than most other characters.

In fact, my original plan for the gifset was a significant moment featuring her and each element in every season, with the express intention of seeing how her associations with each element have been corrupted from freedom and life to death and entrapment.

However, it was pretty difficult finding associations of Octavia with fire aside from lincoln’s pyre in s3, the ark burning in s4, and her burning the algae farm in s5. It was nearly impossible finding an association with fire (never mind a positive one) in the early seasons for Octavia, and even in the scenes listed, it was still difficult finding moments where octavia is alone with that element. For example, lincoln’s pyre scene features a shot of raven and jasper, nate and bf, and bellamy and clarke with the flames leaping in front of them. Literally the only character not shown behind the flames or with them ever obstructing her is Octavia. Even with the ark and algae farm conflagrations, Octavia is mostly just seen lit by the flames, or with the flames in the background, she is never heavily associated with fire like, for example, Bellamy is. From the very beginning, Octavia is usually not around or actively not associated with the element of fire--she’s usually not sitting/standing around the campfire at the drop ship, even going far away from it on a cold night and bundling up in blankets instead--and when she occasionally is it is mostly in a negative or completely ambivalent way.

As for air, that one’s a bit more difficult because air is always around, so finding a scene where it’s highlighted is a bit tougher. But water got considerably difficult towards the later seasons, because even when it was present (often in the form of rain) it was either never highlighted in shots of Octavia (the pouring rain on the rover when it comes to her rescue in damocles pt1 but not clearly visible when she’s sacrificing herself, the rain during lincoln’s funeral, the rain during lincoln’s death, etc.) or was mixed in with another element like mud in her first fight scene and fire in the ark burning. Again, since the first scene of her in the river, Octavia is never again heavily associated with water, especially not to the extent of Clarke, unless it is mediated by another element.

You might see a piece of what I’m getting at here. Octavia is mostly associated with earth, Bellamy with fire, and Clarke with water (honestly I think Finn was the character most associated with air, but now I guess it’s Raven but that’s not important for what I’m getting at). But with the s5 finale, I think that Octavia’s relationship with the elements over the seasons, hints at her future development and her relationships with the characters most associated with those other elements.

So, here’s my point (finally). Fire and water were the first elements that “betrayed” Octavia so to speak. 

Her first ever interaction with water doesn’t get a minute in before a creature attacks her. After that, she is never again seen swimming/standing in water and is only ever seen in rain when it is either mitigated (by the camera or simply just the inconsistency of the weather while filming) or mediated by the heavy presence of another element (mud/earth or fire). Honestly, the only other time she willingly seeks out that element is in s4 when she tries to step out into the acid rain to kill herself.

This kind of aligns with her relationship with Clarke. At first, they are the only two girls in the group that goes off in search of Mt. Weather and it seems like they might could be friends. However, Clarke clearly develops some sort of bitterness towards her early on (as most clearly evident in her condescending tone when she tells Bellamy “It’s Octavia, she’s probably off chasing butterflies”)--possibly because of Octavia’s flirting with Finn on that trip and so Clarke gets a little jealous, but most likely just because Octavia and Clarke are both so willful and headstrong but think about things differently. They’re both spunky, independent, and compassionate, but Octavia’s more free-spirited while Clarke’s more logistics-minded. Octavia cares for and fiercely loves individuals, while Clarke will sacrifice individuals she loves to help the most people. It’s easy to see how they could get along, but past the pilot, they really don’t spend any time together or think about the other much unless someone else is around, usually Bellamy. Clarke even almost sacrifices Octavia for the “greater good” (Ton DC, stealing the bunker) but Octavia survives and always knows what Clarke did and so (rightfully) resents her a bit. Octavia often blames Clarke when things go wrong and Clarke often dismisses Octavia because they can’t or won’t understand each other’s behaviors and reasoning. However, the two will work together to help their friends/people, but usually don’t interact more than is necessary. It’s a cold, tense relationship but most of the time they both recognize their need for or the value of the other.

Octavia is hardly ever around fire. She’s barely ever seen by the camp fire at the drop ship, usually sitting off away from it, taking warmth from a blanket instead, and s1 she doesn’t carry torches when venturing out into the woods. She starts sitting around campfires in s2, but they are usually out in the woods while on some quest or with a grounder camp. So, if she’s hardly ever associated with it for warmth (especially around skaikru) the only other associations are negative with the smoke hut burning down, or the bombing of ton dc, or the ark aflame, or her burning the algae farm.

This goes with her relationship with Bellamy too. He is overprotective from the very beginning and she tries to escape that and him. Even going so far as to find belonging and warmth with the people he views as the enemy. They are not together much after s1, what with Bellamy going undercover in Mt Weather in s2, and him siding with Pike while she’s cast out in s3, and her going off on her own in s4. She loves her brother, but she hates and flees his oppressiveness. Furthermore, they have explosive fights that leave them at odds like when he sides with Pike and she blames him for the Trikru massacre and Lincoln’s death, and Bellamy poisoning and trying to overthrow her. Their relationship is never cold, it is always either raging hot with anger and betrayal or warm and familial.

However, water and fire are also the first elements that we’ve seen in the s5 finale offering Octavia redemption and healing. It is in the pouring rain that the Rover rushes in to save her at the end of Damocles pt1, and the world (where she has suffered and lost so much) is destroyed with fire in pt2. Water offers her salvation and fire a new beginning, and I think this reflects Octavia’s future relationships with Clarke and Bellamy. Octavia and Clarke can finally understand each other because both women know what it is like to have to do terrible things for your people but also to love someone so fiercely as to be willing to forsake the larger battle, and I personally think that Clarke will be the first to give Octavia a second chance. Likewise, Bellamy and Octavia are finally able to be whole people on their own without the unhealthy codependence that colored their relationship in early seasons, especially on Bellamy’s side of it. They can start over both as individuals and as siblings and thus have a healthier and stronger relationship because of this fresh start.

With Earth gone, that sort of lends itself to Jason’s description of Octavia as broken in the finale, as that is what she was so heavily associated with so we can’t be sure what her new relationship will be with this new earth. However, I think this new earth will offer her a new start and a renewed hope, but one that is tempered and wisened by her experiences on the old one. Furthermore, with Clarke and Bellamy the first ones to see the new earth, I think they will likewise be the first to see and help along Octavia’s redemption and healing.

Note: I believe a similar analysis of Clarke's and Bellamy’s relationships with the elements might give insight into their relationships with each other, as well as Octavia (and Finn or Raven). I’m fascinated to look into it, because I believe that Octavia will offer stability and support not only to the characters individually but especially to them as a pair. Because honestly their journeys have been crazy chaotic, and while they help ground each other, I think Octavia could be the truly solid foundation that both their leadership and relationship have been missing.

[kinnoth]

ULTRON MEGATHREAD PT2

- "how do you find a needle in a haystack? easy you bring a magnet" TONY LET ME TELL YOU HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO FIND A FUCKING NEEDLE ON A PLAIN FLAT FLOOR BUDDY I HAVE TO DO IT ALL THE FUCKING TIME

- "tony stark can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it" accurate assessment and yet we persist on letting tony stark be the good guy?? like this is every bad guy's mantra: i want to reshape the world into my image.

- thor doesn't fit into this fucking narrative at all lmao. the only reason he's here is to get his brother's backpack scepter back and they managed that after like 30 minutes, and he's just been hanging out since then.

- this movie does a really bad job at showing us the difference between people's relative power levels and abilities. like which avenger is the one that can hit people from across the room with some sort of blast?

everyone. the answer is everyone. ironman's is some kind of rocket booster; thor has lightning; captain america has his shield (which even returns to his hand now, just like mjolnir); hawkeye has bomb arrows; hulk throws shit; black widow has a literal gun. you might as well have just given them all guns, actually, cos it's all the same fucking ability

- this is counterstrike. they have made superhero skinned counterstrike cos it doesn't matter which skin you choose to play in, the game balancing and mechanics are all the same for a fair experience.

- like literally why are natasha and clint in these action scenes; i thought their whole point was spycraft. like, why are you utilizing all your characters as if they were all equal. nobody can be good at anything if everybody is good at everything.

- i do not understand why steve rogers is the leader of this pack of idiots. he is neither the best strategist or the best leader of men. is it just cos he's wearing the american flag? jingoist.

- i wish they showed that living for 5000+ years gives you different priorities than living <100 but you know something something if wishes were horses then fangirls would still be a bunch of whiny shits

- i do like how shitty pietro looks in his knockoff adidas gear with his frosted tips lol eurotrash is specificity and specificity is preferable

- "if ultron gets to the core we lose" OH MY GOD ARE WE PLAYING CAPTURE THE FUCKING FLAG ARE THE AVENGERS THE TERRORISTS OR THE ANTI-TERRORISTS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LOL

- like this isn't even good RTS strategy, you're playing "defend the base" and all of you are just gonna huddle in the base? why aren't your supports doing support things like buffing your heavies? why are your scouts fighting instead of sabotaging? why do you have so many heavies in the first place?

- if thor and wanda don't bond over their respective inappropriate relationship with their sibling losses i don't know if this franchise knows anything about anybody

- if thor and vision don't bond over being outside of human understanding then this franchise doesn't know anything about anybody

- i'm just saying thor doesn't belong in the avengers his inclusion is goofy as hell

- vision/ultron not being a ship is an injustice

- NATHANIEL PIETRO????? JESUS CHRIST ARE YOU TRYING TO GET THIS BOY KILLED