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Castles on the sand

Blame it on the storm Sequel

Summary: After the storm that brought them together ended, rebel pilot Luke Skywalker and bounty hunter Din Djarin started a long-distance relationship. It gets more and more complicated when they realize they're developing deep feelings for each other.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Wedge Antilles, Xi'an (Star Wars), R2-D2, Paz Vizsla, Yoda, Grogu.

Rating: Mature (+18)

Tags: Canon Divergence (AU), Long-distance Relationship, Post A New Hope (Star Wars), Fluff and Angst, Protective Din Djarin, Tumblr Prompts.

Chapters: 3/3

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Part 2 of Wonderwall series

Excerpt:

He parted his lips a little "Din?" He asked with a sigh, not believing his eyes. After all, Dagobah was a strange place, where he already has fought against a vision of Darth Vader that looked real, very real. Was this another ghost from his past? Was Din really there? "Are you real?" He asked trembling.

The mandalorian raised his hands as in surrender nodding slowly "Luke? Cyare?" He asked walking slowly towards him. When Din was inches apart of him, Luke blinked back tears still shuddering and he huffed resting his chin on Din's pauldron, breathing heavily.

Din wrapped his arms around Luke's waist "Yes, cyare, I'm really here."

Chapter 3: Blast from the past

Tatooine appeared before his eyes like a ghost from the past, childhood memories tinged with sadness and even regret.

Luke swore he would never come back to his home world the day he decided to leave, that was two years ago, but even when it was painful, he couldn't leave Din behind.

He mingled with the crowd wearing his civilian clothes again, he knew where to look to get what he needed to search for Din in the vastness of Tatooine desert. Mos Eisley was still the atrocious town that Luke remembered so well, he thought back to the first time he talked to Din, how he was throwing out words as he usually did when he was nervous, and how Din soothed him by telling him that he was worthy of a place like Mos Eisley if he hit the floor at least once even when somebody ended the fight for him, and it flooded his soul with a wave of despair. Din. His fingers clutched the satchel hanging from his shoulder and then pulled it over his head, handing it to the tradeswoman before him. She took the satchel and opened it looking inside, her round face lit up as she whistled, she looked up at the blonde's face.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" She asked him.

Luke leaned his hands on the counter "I need a X-34 landspeeder and fill it with supplies... You know, edibles, milk and a medical kit. I'm racing against the clock, so you better hurry up." He said with a blank expression.

The woman pouted peeping into the satchel one more time, raising her eyebrows "Kriff, sir, for these credits you're gonna get what you want faster than the speed of light." She nodded "Gimme ten minutes." Luke couldn't believe it, that was indeed faster than he was expecting, he frowned incredulous staring at her. "Or maybe five?" She asked pulling a face.

Luke nodded.

He stood by the X-34 while the woman and her two kids were packing the provisions, the landspeeder looked as ramshackle as the one he owned when he was living in his uncle's moisture farm, he shook off those memories as he was trying to focus on Din.

"All settled, sir." The woman said gesturing at the landspeeder "She's a little rusted but I promise I kept it in good shape, the engine works just fine." Luke nodded at her realizing that the woman was selling him her own transportation, fortunately he brought all his savings in that satchel.

He held the steering wheel tight, pressing his lips together, thinking back to the last time he drove his own landspeeder, then he closed his eyes, trying to reach out through the force, to find Din, he only did it once before and that time he canalized the force in a way that everything became clear, he blew up the Death Star guided by the force then, this time shouldn't be different.

Please, love, show me the way.

He breathed out frowning, opening his eyes slowly, igniting the machine, he shivered when his prayers were answered, an indiscernible pull was invading his whole being. He traveled across the desert for hours until his heart started throbbing in his chest and he knew he was close. He slowed down the speed, seeking, searching around when he finally spotted a glint at the foot of a dune. He stopped the engine and jumped off the landspeeder running towards the dune, when he was closer he could perceive what was the cause of that glint between the dust, the twin suns light reflecting on a mandalorian's shiny beskar. Luke got down on his knees clutching the mandalorian's pauldron, the man was half buried in the sand, Luke felt the way his eyes brimmed with tears as he rolled the man over to see the front of his helmet, the tears were falling down on the man's beskar as Luke sobbed, he drew his hand to the mandalorian's neck, trying to find his pulse. He didn't know he was holding his breath until he felt a weak but steady heartbeat against the pad of his fingers.

"Din..." He said under his breath, licking a salty tear at the corner of his lips.

The mandalorian groaned writhing "Luke?" His voice came out faint but Luke smiled relieved through the tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Tell me, are you injured?" He asked as his hands roamed over Din's legs, arms and stomach until he felt something warm against his fingers. Din groaned again, Luke's eyes went round when he realized that there was a small cut on his flight suit, right under his left ribs, and he stared at his fingers, they were stained with Din's blood.

He looked at Din's visor "Where else?" Din shook his head. "Your head?" Luke insisted.

"No, cyar'ika, my head is fine." He said levering himself up onto his elbows "How did you find me? What-what are you doing here?"

Luke hauled him to his feet and a weak whine came from inside his helmet "Doesn't matter now. I need to treat that wound." He said passing Din's arm around his own neck and grabbing him by his waist, walking him to the landspeeder. They managed to get Din inside the cockpit, Luke looked around frowning.

"We're in the Western Dune Sea." He muttered, he looked at Din again "We're close to Jundland Wastes."

Din shrugged pressing his hand against his injured ribs.

"I think I know a place where I can clean your wound, Din." He said jumping into the speeder "I'll take you there."

Ben Kenobi's hut looked oddly uninhabited, it was like the time had stopped the day Luke and Ben left Tatooine, unfortunately in Ben's case, for good.

Luke helped Din to lie down on a table, carefully, as he was leaving the medical kit on a chair, the dust covering everything around them.

"Din, no one is coming here, look at this place, it's been unoccupied for two years now, please, babe, I need you to remove your chest plate." He pleaded soothing his hand on Din's arm.

Din stared at him and then he nodded. Luke was very focused on Din's wound, he took care of it tenderly, finally putting a bacta patch over before admiring Din's skin, he hesitantly touched his chest and Din drew his hand forward, placing it atop Luke's. He nodded again at Luke, the blonde nodded back and leaned forward resting his face on his man's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling Din's chest raising and falling, he was alive, he was safe, and he was there, beneath Luke. The blonde pressed a kiss on his chest before pulling back as he stroked his skin, he smiled softly.

"Thank you, cyar'ika. I owe you one."

No, you don't.

"How did you find me, mesh'la?" Din asked resting his forearms on the table.

Luke frowned realizing that, again, he couldn't say the truth, he swallowed hard "Paz Vizsla told me you were here."

Din didn't say a word, he looked frozen and Luke looked down avoiding his visor.

"You've been to Nevarro?"

Luke nodded.

"Still, how did you find me here? Tatooine is huge." Din insisted.

"A hunch, I guess." He shrugged hating himself for lying to his man.

Din grabbed Luke's glass of blue milk "You even brought provisions."

Busted.

"Okay, Din, I was planning on persuade you to spend some time with me here once I found you." What a despicable liar. He sighed staring at his visor "And when I found you you were badly hurt. I'm glad I came here." More lies, he always knew he would find Din hurt, or even worse. He couldn't avoid the subject anymore "Alright, I came here because I was worried about you, three weeks Din, can you blame me?"

"I understand, but I'm a bounty hunter, Luke." He shook his head slowly "I crashed my ship and my com broke, I made a deal with a mechanic, his son needed to cross the Western Dune Sea, so I escorted him, in the meantime his father was repairing my ship. When I was going back to Mos Eisley some mercenaries attacked me, a blaster shot hit my speeder bike and when I was on the floor they approached me." He sighed as Luke was holding his breath boring into his visor. "Don't worry, I killed them but, ah, before that, one of them stabbed me and, the speeder bike was unusable, I walked then, walked for hours until I collapsed, I think. Bleeding."

By the time Din ended his story Luke's lower lip was trembling.

"I still can't believe you found me, cyar'ika." Din added offering his hand to him over the table, Luke nodded, grabbing Din's gloved hand and squeezed it. Now, with Din sitting across from him, he considered how would it feel to lose him for good and his heart sank, he intertwined their fingers sighing deeply. Din was so special, he never asked further, letting Luke have his own way, by telling him half-truths, maybe because Din was being secretive about some aspects of his life as well.

After he wrapped a sleepy Din in a blanket, Luke left the hut, staying in his late Master's home was affecting him deeply, he's been feeling a tightness in his chest since the moment he was sure Din was out of danger. He sat behind the hut, his forearms propped on his knees, he looked down, touching the sand, he thought back to a particular morning when he was a child, around ten years old, his uncle Owen was teaching him how to repair the auxiliary generator, the sand was getting inside the system and his uncle was cursing under his breath, little Luke was pressing his lips together holding back a laugh, his uncle looked at him and huffed. When they were walking towards the farm his uncle looked at the horizon, he frowned and then looked at Luke "Yes, the sand can be treacherous, Luke, but remember one thing, you should respect it. You should never build a castle on the sand, build a small house, the one you can call home, with a solid foundation that will keep it stable and secure, is the same with life, son, don't you ever forget about that."

And boy, he didn't forget it. He didn't notice he was holding a handful of sand, he let the grains run through his fingers. Was he building castles on the sand? Was he building a relationship with Din on a fragile base? Was love enough? He looked up, staring at the twin suns going down, just like the last evening he spent on Tatooine, the last time he stood outside his childhood house as a farm boy, he thought about his uncle and his aunt, and how he never saw them again after that day and tears shimmered in his eyes. He gasped through tears when he felt a soft touch on his back. Din was sitting beside him with some difficulty, Luke rested his hand on Din's knee in silence, he started crying heavily, not taking his eyes off the suns. Din soothed his hand on his back "It's okay, cyare, I'm here. Let it out." Luke nodded as the binary sunset was leaving the sky. "Let it out."

That night while Luke was dozing off, Din wrapped one arm around him from behind, he caressed Luke's chest softly, Luke was wearing his blindfold, Din wasn't wearing his helmet. He pressed a kiss on Luke's blonde hair and whispered "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare." Luke hummed half asleep. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Luke." Din said again, but this time Luke was already asleep.

As the months passed it became more difficult to synchronize their schedules, nevertheless the times they could spend together it was like they were the only two people in the galaxy. Din started to show himself more vulnerable since Tatooine, he even started to remove some pieces of his armour to snuggle up with Luke under their warm blankets, the first time it was one of his pauldrons, Luke rested his face against his shoulder hardly believing it, even through the thick fabric of the flight suit the blonde could feel his lover's warmth and he rewarded him with kisses and whispering sweet nothings against Din's ear.

Luke was heading towards the meeting room, smiling at every person on his way, he was radiant, knowing that his man was waiting for him. Yes. His man was on Hoth again and he couldn't wait to be alone with him in the intimacy of their home. Luke widened his eyes when he realized he was considering the Razor Crest his home, their home. He smiled shyly looking up, his eyes meeting Din's helmet and then he frowned noticing that Leia and Han were talking to him. Something was definitely off. Din looked tense and Leia's face was irradiating frustration, that was new. Din's visor was on him, then he looked back at Leia and nodded, walking towards the blonde and when he was close to Luke he pressed their foreheads together, his gloved hand caressing the nape of Luke's neck.

The mandalorian pulled back a little "I'm waiting for you, cyar'ika." His visor fixed on Luke's eyes. He withdrew his hand from him and walked away from Luke, leaving him alone and slightly befuddled.

"We need to talk, Luke." Leia tilted her head inviting him to come close to her. Luke obliged shifting his gaze between her and Han Solo.

"What is it?" He asked leaning his backside against a table staring at his friend's face.

"Din gave us some information, Vader hired a bounty hunter, his target is the rebel that blew up the Death Star." She narrowed her eyes boring into Luke's, a cold wave invaded Luke's body at once.

The blonde's heart skipped a beat, he swallowed through the lump in his throat "Din would never." He stated feeling tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

"I know that." She said shaking her head slowly "Still, it's too risky, we're not hiring him anymore, we're not working with Din from now on."

"What?" Luke's face contorted leaning forward.

"We're not receiving people outside the alliance anymore, I won't ask you to stop seeing him off world of course, I'm just asking you to be cautious, Luke."

"Cautious?" Luke was infuriated by Leia's words.

"Yeah, kid, what if one of his buddies followed him and found us?" Solo crossed his arms over his chest trying to catch his eyes making Luke stare at his face. "Besides, he is a bounty hunter, and there's a high price for your head."

Luke was fuming, knowing exactly what Han was implying "I said he would never do such a thing." He said through gritted teeth.

"How do you know?" Han shrugged "I don't trust him." He added cocking his eyebrows.

"Well, I do trust him." Luke said leaning back like trying to put some space between him and his friends, he was suddenly feeling attacked by them and his heart was breaking into pieces "You don't know him."

"Oh, and you do?" Han nodded pressing his lips together "You know what? Screwing the man from time to time doesn't mean you know him."

"Fuck you, Han." Luke said feeling his throat going tight as he was leaving the room, curling his hands into fists, he couldn't wrap his head around his friend's hurtful comment. That was what Han thought about them? How could Han underestimate their relationship, when he knew for sure that Luke was in love with Din?

When he walked inside the Razor Crest he came to a halt the moment his eyes met Din's visor. The mandalorian was standing there, still, not making a move, he looked expectant. Luke walked towards him finally encircling his waist with his arms, hiding his face in his neck.

"You're not coming back home anymore." The blonde said under his breath. Din soothed his hands on his back humming. He pulled back to stare at his visor, his eyes glistening "I don't know when I'm gonna see you again, Din."

Din nodded "I know. They asked you to stop seeing me, right?"

"No." Luke answered frowning resting his hands on the man's chest plate "They didn't, they won't hire you anymore but I'm free to see you wherever I want."

The mandalorian tilted his head "Are you okay with that?"

"Din." Luke said reassuringly, stroking his chest plate.

"I mean we're not seeing each other quite often, are you okay with that?"

Luke thought about what Din was trying to say, it was true, they were lucky if they found a moment to meet somewhere else lately. No, he wasn't okay with that. Then, an idea popped up in his mind, he smiled as his eyes went round "Oh! I've got it!" He nodded enthusiastically "Join us! Be part of the rebel alliance, Din!"

"Cyar'ika..." Din said running his hands down and placing them on Luke's small back.

"Yes! You can be one of us, you're a terrific pilot and you know about weapons and you're covered in beskar, you're a warrior, you're perfect! They would kill to have a member like you, I mean it." Luke kept staring at Din's visor.

"Luke." The man said under his breath.

"You won't need to worry about credits anymore, you're gonna get a weekly income, you can still provide for your people and you won't be chasing the next job, this is so good Din, and I can see you every day. It's perfect." Luke's eyes were glistening but not with sadness anymore, hope was taking him over.

"Luke." Din said again and the blonde smiled. "This is not the way. I'm a bounty hunter, I'm my people's beroya. My tribe is where I belong to." Luke's smile dwindling slowly. "The empire, the Old Republic, the Core Words, they've got nothing to do with my people, my tribe. Please, don't ask me that." He added cupping Luke's face "I'm sorry, cyare."

A castle on the sand, Luke thought, maybe he was acting like a selfish man, but he wanted to build their relationship on a solid foundation, apparently Din didn't want the same. He snorted out a laugh, trying to hide that he was heartbroken "Alright Din, you're right."

"Please understand." Din pressed his helmet against his forehead "I can't, but I would go anywhere to see you, cyare, you won't get rid of me even if you wanted to." He chuckled rubbing Luke's cheeks with his hands. "You don't know how much you mean to me."

Then show me.

Luke didn't say a word instead but deep down he was desperate to hear Din saying it, to know how much he meant to him, maybe his mandalorian was lying and maybe he didn't love Luke back. He drew in a sharp inhale holding Din tight, at least today you're still mine.

The rebel alliance was losing the battle. The Death Squadron discovered the base on Hoth and Luke and the rest of his squadron fought back giving the rest of the base personnel the chance to evacuate the place and leave the planet before Darth Vader could even set a foot in the facilities. Luke was lying on the snow, face down when he heard the sound of his friends' ships flying away, he looked up to the sky holding his breath. Home was now a distant concept and his stomach twisted at the idea. In the midst of despair Luke could hear his late Master's voice calling for him.

"Ben?" Luke asked astonished seeing his Master's apparition, he looked like a ghost, a blue glow surrounding his form.

"You will go to the Dagobah system. There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed me."

Luke narrowed his eyes, he looked around. Why was his late Master appearing for the first time now? He frowned realizing that the rebellion was now weaker, and leaving them behind to train in the ways of the force wasn't a choice but an obligation. It could only make them stronger. He accepted his fate that day, he left Hoth to go to a place he had never heard about before. R2-D2 was his only companion, he stared at the blurry stars before his eyes, he thought about Din, he clutched his com device and thought about communicate with him, then he frowned realizing that his man would ask a lot of questions and he couldn't answer them, his mouth twitched not saying the words he was supposed to say and he turned his comlink off.

On Dagobah Luke learned about his own limitations, his fears, as well as his own strength. Master Yoda was a wise Jedi, the last of them and the most powerful. He was small, tiny if you want, with green skin and big eyes and big ears, he had never met a member of his species until then, and he was old as time. Luke felt a little intimidated by him, his little Master was pushing him to places he wouldn't go by himself.

And the planet was something else entirely, so different from his old Tatooine. Dagobah was hot and humid, Yoda's hut was surrounded by swamps and caves, the constant fog made it mysterious and the green forest was an evidence that this was an unexplored terrain. It was also one of the purest places in the galaxy within the force.

After several weeks of strenuous training Luke left Yoda in his hut and walked to the swamp, he sat near the shore looping his arms around his legs, he sighed staring at his sunken X-Wing, every day his ship was sinking more and more into the muddy waters. Was he doomed to stay there for the rest of his life? He looked over his shoulder staring at Artoo, the little droid shut himself down to conserve power as he usually did. He rubbed his sweaty cheek against his shoulder and then he stood up, his gray tank top was plastered on his skin, he brushed his damp hair off his eyes with his fingers, sighing, walking into the jungle, thinking about the future, his new path and his people. Yes, his people, and that included Din.

After a couple of hours he was walking back to Yoda's hut when he heard a sound coming from behind, the sound of a twig breaking, and he turned around drawing his blaster out but when he could finally see the person before him he froze as his heart leapt in his chest.

Din wrapped his arms around Luke's waist "Yes, cyare, I'm really here." He said under his breath rubbing his helmet against Luke's temple making the blonde groan. When they pulled back Din's eyes behind his visor were taking him in, he sighed as his hands were still holding Luke in place, like an anchor, as always. He moved his hands to caress Luke's sweating arms as Luke was cupping his helmet in his hands.

"What are you doing here? How-how did you find me?" The blonde asked pressing his forehead against Din's.

Din groaned "I'm a bounty hunter, remember?"

How could I forget?

Luke didn't answer.

"I'm sorry, I was worried. Your comlink didn't work and I couldn't com Organa for obvious reasons, I needed to find you." He sighed still pressing their foreheads together "What are you doing here, cyare?" They pulled away.

"I'm on a mission." Luke muttered not able to tell Din the real reason. He frowned realizing that he has been hiding his abilities from Din for three years now. "A secret mission." He added.

Then he considered that if Din could find him there, then any other bounty hunter could find him as well and he swallowed hard. He shook his head thinking that this was Din, he was the best of his kind and there was a strong bond between them as well. Still, Din's mere presence on Dagobah could put not only Yoda but also Din himself in danger. What if someone is following Din? What if someone is already here while we're talking? He looked over his shoulder worried about his Master's safety, then he looked at Din again.

"Din, I'm sorry, it's too dangerous, you can't stay here." He said and his voice cracked a little.

The mandalorian nodded "I understand, but I'm only leaving if you tell me that nothing is wrong and you're here of your own free will." He stated and the blonde nodded.

"I am, Din." He blinked grabbing Din's hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

"Alright." Din looked at his face while Luke was letting his hand go, something uneasy settled heavily in Luke's gut the moment he took two steps back. He knew what was coming. "Can I com you?" The mandalorian asked.

"It's dangerous. And I'm-" Luke wetted his bottom lip with his tongue "I need time to complete my mission." He said and his heart was throbbing in his chest as he was blinking back tears.

"How long will it take?" Din asked shrugging and Luke pursed his lips avoiding his gaze "A month?" He added, Luke shook his head.

"I don't know, Din." He managed to say as he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

"A year?" Din insisted.

Luke looked at his visor with his eyes brimming with tears "I don't know." He said again and this time his voice broke choked with emotion.

Din didn't say anything, he didn't move for a while but then he nodded "Alright." He looked at Luke like he was trying to know by heart every single detail about him "You know where to find me." He added after a long silence and he turned around slowly as Luke's chest heaved and his breath was coming uneven staring at the distant form of the mandalorian when he was walking away. How could he make Din wait for him when he didn't know if he could come back to him? When he didn't know if the empire would chase Din through the galaxy only because he was the man he loved. No. This was Luke's destiny, to be the last of his kind, if he wanted to give Din and his friends a chance he had to sacrifice everything except them, and that day Luke sacrificed his happiness. He sat down against a tree, legs crossed, with one arm hooked around a still turned off Artoo and he cried his heart out for hours until his Master appeared before him, with his little hands on the handle of his cane. Luke stared at him through tears and his Master nodded, Luke hated himself but he stood up wiping his cheeks with his fingers, knowing he would never be the same man after that day.

Chandrila's main city, Hanna, was now Leia's home, Luke was resting his backside on the balcony railing, his blue eyes focused on his brother-in-law and his nephew playing on the living room floor, they looked so happy, that sight made Luke smile. Then he frowned turning around, staring at the city, the sunset looked breathtaking, something stirred inside him, thinking back to Tatooine binary sunset and the last time he contemplated it, glimpses of the man that was beside him that last time. He was lost in thought when Leia's hand caressed his upper arm softly, he looked at her face smiling a little not realizing his eyes were glistening with tears.

"What is it, Luke?" His sister asked, it was new to them, being brother and sister. When they learned they were twins, Luke couldn't help but think about Din, the only person that looked at them and could decipher the real nature of Luke and Leia's bond. Leia looked at her husband and his baby son and she smiled tenderly "Are you thinking about him?" She looked at Luke again.

Luke shook his head pressing his lips together, then he pressed a kiss on her forehead "I'm going home, sister." He smiled back at her.

Him.

He didn't need to ask who was Leia referring to, he knew quite well. And home? His rented apartment in Hanna wasn't his home, Luke blinked thinking that he didn't have a place he could call home. Not anymore.

That night he was tossing and turning and he sat up on the mattress coated in sweat when he felt something reaching him through the force. It was a child in pain, scared and confused. How could a child channel the force all by himself like that? Then it became clearer, the child was calling for him, asking to be trained, he wanted to learn about the force to protect a beloved one, a man that took care of him, a man that he saw as a father and Luke's heart was pounding against his ribs. When their connection ended he could still feel the kid through the force, he was drinking a glass of water in the kitchen when he felt the terror the young boy was facing when he was kidnapped before his keeper's eyes.

He left his apartment immediately, clipping his lightsaber to his belt and heading to his X-Wing. Artoo was waiting for him inside the droid compartment. He sighed already sitting inside the cockpit, he nodded realizing that this was the reason why he chose this path, he gave up on everything to be a Jedi Master and if that meant that he could be this child's only hope then it was worthwhile.

The bridge's doors of the light cruiser slid open, Luke stepped in extinguishing his lightsaber, he removed his hood to reveal his face and his heart gave an extra beat when his eyes met a mandalorian's visor. The man in beskar flinched and Luke started to think that this wasn't just a random mandalorian, this was indeed Din?

"Luke?" The mandalorian asked shifting his weight from one foot to the other "Luke?" He said again but Luke couldn't articulate words. "Are you a Jedi?" The mandalorian asked finally and he sounded desperate.

The Jedi tried to hide how uneasy he was feeling and the way his chest tightened, but deep down he was as scared as a little kid and his heart was throbbing uncontrollably "I am." He managed to say.

He was grateful he couldn't see Din's face because he wouldn't bear the sight of those brown eyes when Din would finally become aware of Luke's betrayal.

Luke's heart broke when Din told him that they had lost everything and how he put the child in danger looking for a Jedi all over the galaxy. He could have prevented that only by being honest with the man he loved when they were on Hoth, when everything was new and the sky was the limit, but now in front of a tired and defeated Din Djarin he could only feel remorseful and full of self-loathing.

He didn't know how he managed to get through the entire encounter, he was holding his breath until he left the bridge with the little child in his arms, but he did it. He was still shaken by meeting Din under such circumstances.

When he was inside his X-Wing cockpit he couldn't stop thinking about Din's despair, and staring down at little Grogu nesting in his arms he touched the baby's robes realizing that this child had been going through a rough patch and his stomach clenched caressing the kid's worn-out clothes. He sighed blinking, thinking about Din's suffering trying to protect the little force-user against the imperial remnants, still powerful and ruthless, and he shed a tear holding the baby closer.

He remembered the way his fingers trembled when he was giving Din his coordinates, he shook his head. Only time will tell if Din could forgive him, even when Luke couldn't forgive himself. He blinked back tears, not sure if he could face the mandalorian when the time came, nevertheless the man was now in his life again. He sighed feeling exhausted but full of hope at the same time. He was determined to make amends to Din, he would be waiting for him wearing his heart on his sleeve. After seeing him again Luke couldn't fool himself, he realized that he still had a soft spot for Din.

He had to be strong even when his soul was aching.

Get back up Luke, always get back up.

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Grogu hemmed and hawed and delayed as much as he could. He looked at the vid. Shook his head. His lips became a single line of stern consternation. He had no idea what to with his ears to invoke all of the emotions he felt. When they were down he looked sad. When they were up he looked surprised. He never pitched them forward or back, so they were just as they usually were, but rigid.

How could this happen? How?! He’d done all the right things. He’d eaten his veggies (yuck), brushed his teeth, listened to the ‘story’ his dad told him without complaint (given that he was talking about the first time he’d picked out armor polish all on his own that had required a great deal of self-censorship), and even meditated before going to sleep early. Early, mind you. Early!

Instead of being rewarded with a peaceful night’s sleep or even just a modest amount of rolling around to get really comfortable and then dreaming of the frog and gorg buffet that Fennec set up for him the last time they visited the Daimyo on Tatooine, Grogu had a nightmare about Ahsoka Tano! For a person who refused to become his master and then refused to let Din Djarin see him when the Mandalorian went all the way to Ossus to do just that, they seemed awfully connected to one another. Dank Farrik!

It wasn’t Ahsoka’s fault. Grogu knew that. She couldn’t possibly be wanting that sort of connection. She was pretty straightforward about that. So why was he dreaming about her traveling through the galaxy and into another one? Had he wanted to maintain that connection? Maybe. The vid didn't answer that question.

Grogu had to admit that he didn’t have so many friends in his life that the thought of giving up even one of them made any sort of sense to him. Sure, Ahsoka hadn’t wanted to be responsible for him. He didn’t really want to be responsible for her either. She hadn’t always been some sort of ray of sunshine like Ian or even Cordi. Nope.

The stories and rumors told about her at the Jedi Temple made it pretty clear that she did what she thought was best and the masters were well informed of that. But still. She was a Jedi and using the Force all by yourself all the time wasn’t easy. Sometimes you needed a friend who could understand what was going on and was there just to listen, even if you didn’t want them to actually do anything at all.

Maybe that was why they were still connected? They both just liked the idea of someone else knowing that they were there. They had always been there. They would always be there. At least to the best of their abilities… Then why the heck did he dream about her leaving the galaxy? Grogu didn’t even know you could do that! How could he dream about something he didn’t even know about? Unless it was real. Dank Farrik!

So let’s pretend, he thought to himself, for just one moment, that somehow, somehow, Ahsoka had actually managed to leave their galaxy. Why would she do that? What was wrong with this galaxy that would get someone like Ahsoka Tano to actually leave it? Was she still mad about Vader being Anakin? Or maybe she was annoyed with Luke? Grogu was often annoyed with Luke, so he could understand a traditionally trained Jedi like Ahsoka… wait, nope. Not that. Her training wasn’t anywhere near as traditional as Grogu’s training had been. So that probably wasn’t it.

Uff! Of course. She was trying to get away from Din Djarin! Everyone knows how persistent Mandalorian are and once Grogu left Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp, she must have figured out that Din Djarin would hounding her every footstep trying to give Grogu to her!

Except…

Nope. He was Din Djarin’s son now. Din Grogu. While he still just went by Grogu, there was no way the Mandalorian was going to follow Ahsoka somewhere to try and ditch Grogu on her. So why leave?

Fennec always said ‘don’t look at what people run away from, look at what they run towards’ if you want to find them. Hmmm. Was Ahsoka running toward something? Did that other galaxy have something that she needed or wanted? What would a Jedi want that they couldn’t find in this galaxy?

Then a grim thought took a hold of Grogu’s imagination. Other Jedi of course. She already knew Luke and Grogu. Which meant she probably also knew that it was easier to leave the galaxy to find another one, then wait for them to be born.

But Grogu had felt the presence of more than one Force adept when he sat on the ‘see stone’ on Tython. Whether or not they were Jedi was almost immaterial. There were already other Force workers in this galaxy. No one needed to pop by another galaxy and ask if they could borrow some Jedi.

If that was the case, then why go at all? It’s not like when the Mandalorian chased Grogu halfway across the galaxy to save him from Moff Gideon. They were connected. Already responsible for one another. Friends.

Huh… was that it? Was Ahsoka looking for a friend? If an enemy had run away would she have done so much to find them? No. Your enemies made it their business to find you. You could just wait for them to show up and deal with them. At least that’s what his dad had told him when he brought this whole mess to the Mandalorian in the middle of the night, right after the nightmare woke him up.

Din Djarin had tried to comfort him and Grogu had just shaken off the hug and pat on his head and sat in front of his dad, on his bed and tried to meditate and find Ahsoka. Grogu was sure the scene looked pretty funny. A confused and sleepy Mandalorian, wearing his helmet with his pajamas, and Grogu staring at him, sort of, looking fierce and annoyed, but also in his footie pajamas in the middle of the night on Nevarro.

Grogu really hoped that Ahsoka had gone running to find a friend. He also hoped that she came back with them because Grogu really wanted to meet the person who he had lost sleep over and give them a stern lecture on how not to get lost.

That was fair. Right? Sure it was. Older Jedi had to look out for their younglings. This is the Way.

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #ahsoka tano

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wyvernthekriger · 2 years

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If Things Were Different - Prologue

Star Wars

Story Content Warning: This series will contain or hint at: violence, murder, blood and gore, mental health, romance, abuse, strong language, slight off-canon story, possible out of character scenarios and angst. Will have spoilers for everything, including Obi-Wan.

Author's notes: This will be a very self indulgent story, I truly plan on no one reading this. I just want to write this since this story has been bouncing around my brain cavity for years. The release of this show has given me an excuse to finally put my ideas into writing, as well as finally think of a conclusion. This story will be revolving around an original character and will begin quite early in the story of Anakin Skywalker.

I will not be putting any content warnings before the chapters, so I have compiled all possible and planned circumstances I could think of off the top of my head up above. Please read at your own risk as you have watched the movies and shows at your own risk as well.

Now, enjoy a synopsis of what's to come. This is less of a chapter and more of a little taste of a story you'd find at the back of a book. Enjoy :)

Looking back on her life, she wondered; What could have been if she had not been guided by her heart, her loyalty to him, but by the promise of the light? She never would have imagined being Darth Vader's right hand, his merciful executioner.

From just a small village on Naboo, surrounded by life and nature, to being escorted away by Jedi to Coruscant under the supervision of a man named Obi-Wan.. to now. The smell of metal, either blood or the rusting structures of Republic bases, a permanent smell burned into her nose and throat. As the years blurred by she wished for nothing but another choice. A choice to make things right.

The blood of familiarity permanently dying her hands with a slight blush, the electricity of fear and dread in her heart reminding her of what she chose. Faces and names echo behind her eyelids and skull as one sleepless night turns into many. The sounds of his breathing the only thing she hears for weeks at a time.

The constant reminder that she chose him above all else. Above the order, above her masters, above the Jedi before her and the Jedi who will never be. Above the people who took her in and gave her a home, a purpose. She chose him above the light, all to remain by his side.

The force has remained ever so strong within her, perhaps the only thing keeping her tied to herself. She feels the anguish, the loss of so many. She feels the burn of the scar in her right arm left by Cody, a friend, yet a foe on the day the order was executed. The beginning of the end. The day The Jedi fell. The day she lost everyone, including the Anakin she once loved.

She could never deny that she had a part to play that day. Not an hour, nor minute, nor second passes her by where she does not ache with knowing she could have changed things. She let Anakin convince her that this was the only way. Perhaps if she had just a little more time, she could've stopped it.

The downfall of the Chosen One. The downfall of Hope.

And after 10 years of doing whatever it took to please Vader, she accepted his task to intercept a wanted man on his way to an unknown destination. A man she once considered to be the only father figure she ever had. A man who taught her everything she knows. A man far too good for the universe she helped create. A man whose hologram sat at the foot of her bed, a ghost from the past staring right through her as she wept for the first time in years.

Obi-Wan was the only person she ever thought of aside from Vader. She betrayed him, let Anakin fall, let herself become weak minded. She became everything he worked so hard to avoid, she became someone Yoda, Windu and the council would have killed without a second thought.

What was it even like before the fall? She pretends to forget to protect herself, but she remembers it all. Every smell, every smile, every tear, every wound and every face.

Would you like to remember as well?

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minaharker1897 · 35 minutes

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Okay, first attempt at a one shot:

(In an alternate universe where Leia said “screw it” and became a crazy rebellious direct thorn in the Empire’s side. Obi wan couldn’t just watch, so he’s been training her)

“Hey, remember that bitch Anakin Skywalker?”

Vader paused his stride, turning to face the bounty hunter.

“…. Yes….” Vader said cautiously, turning to face him.

“Well, apparently he sired a kid. She’s also a bitch, but way smart and a wicked good pilot.”

“Where did you find this information?”

“Oh, it came up in bar conversation…. It’s a rumor but there’s a little rebel pilot girl that really looks like that one senator, Amidala I think her name was… she blew up a base last week.”

“Would she be on the imperial database?”

“Probably-“

“You are dismissed.”

The bounty hunter sputtered for a moment before agreeing to leave. Vader watched him go down the hallway, rolling the information through his brain over and over. A daughter…. How was that possible? He would have to look….

But what was her name?

He opened the door to his quarters and went to his pod, sinking into deep meditation.

His mind searched through the corners of the galaxies, weaving in and out through the brighter force signatures until….

***

She felt light probing around the edges of her shields. Not many force users could do that anymore…. Not many were even alive. What if this was another connection? She tentatively reached out, trying to gauge what she was looking at.

The presence was cold, dark, and foreboding. It washed over her like an icy river, beckoning her towards it.

She pulled back and snapped out of her meditative state.

“Did something happen?” Kenobi looked up at her, his worried expression deepening the lines of his time worn face. She knew he had experienced great tragedy in his many years, but he always shook off any questions she had. He was like a father to her, with Bail Organa being a true afterthought. She loved him, but he hadn’t spoken to her since she had become a pilot.

She would like to think it was for her safety, but she couldn’t fool herself.

“Oh, I just felt something…. I opened up to it but it was dark…. Colder than I thought it would be.”

The color drained from his face.

“Cold? Was it trying to pull you closer?

She nodded, growing increasingly uneasy. “Does that mean anything?”

“Was it far away?”

“Well I don’t-“

“This is very important. Was it far away?”

“It felt pretty far off.”

He sighed with relief. “We still ought to move…. Do you feel it trailing you at all?”

“No….”

“Let’s move out. I’m flying, though, crazy kiddo.”

***

He came out of his meditation, determined. Her force presence was warm, with dark undercurrents and slight hints at playfulness. She felt like she was his…. And hers. Both of theirs. Perfect in every way.

He stood up and went into the control center, requesting the imperial citizen database. The request was quickly processed and a few minutes later he was searching through the registered citizen base.

He first narrowed it down by age. She would be sixteen right now, assuming she was born right before her mother died. That would also put her birthday on empire day, and he put that down too.

There were around a thousand matches, but only one jumped out at him.

Leia Organa.

The force rang with promise as he clicked into her records. She was registered as that infernal Aldera senator’s daughter and her official midichlorian count was 2500, but he suspected that was falsified. He took a moment to look at her ID photo.

She had long brown hair and my eye shape, with some slight blue central heterochromia as well. Her face was almost a perfect mix of our faces with my coloring. She had obviously inherited his curly hair as well.

And she was perfect. He wanted nothing more than to have her in his arms and tell her how much her father wanted her…. And how she was stolen.

Kenobi.

He had taken his daughter and left Padme to die. He seethed with rage at the thought of him simply leaving her body behind as he stole the baby… and gave her to that infernal Organa to cover his tracks no less.

As for his baby girl, all he knew was that he loved her. He didn’t know before but now that he knew she was alive he wouldn’t rest until she was safe within his care.

And suddenly an alarm went off.

They were under attack.

***

Leia swerved and dove through the space battle in her x wing, barely missing the constant barrage of blaster fire behind her. She couldn’t afford to dwell on it, but she knew she was in trouble.

Suddenly, a larger TIE fighter loomed in front of her and she attempted to swerve around it, only for it to follow her.

The other fighters fell back as the new one chased her through the battlefield, attempting to engage her. She was usually able to shake any tailers, but this time she was outmatched.

One of her wings was shot off and she was immediately snapped up by a short range tractor beam eminating from the fighter behind her.

***

He could feel the force presence inside the ship. Careful not to hurt her, he reached inside her mind and put her to sleep. The x wing immediately stopped fighting and he pulled her into the hangar.

As soon as oxygen was available, he opened the hatch.

The girl was lying in the cockpit, asleep. Her mouth was slightly ajar, just like hers was when she was fully claimed by sleep. Her brown hair was in a loose braid down her shoulder, and her outfit was a simple brown tunic with the rebel emblem plastered across the front.

She was perfect. She was his daughter.

He carefully lifted her out of the hatch and took her into the medical bay, where her midichlorian count was found to be 25,000 and she was confirmed to indeed be his daughter. Although she was mostly healthy, her blood showed signs of malnutrition and the scars on her back indicated some undeserved brutality.

He sat next to her and waited for her to wake.

***

She opened her eyes in a bright room and she immediately squinted to preserve her vision. She wasn’t strapped down, but she could feel some slight throbbing in her head and fingertips.

She turned and saw Darth Vader sitting next to her.

“Hello, Leia. I am your father.”

Okay, should I continue this? Should I write an entire fanfic based on this premise? Lemme know pls!

#star wars what if #star wars #fanfic #oneshot #darth vader #princess leia #should i continue?

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gffa · 3 years

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Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE

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chloe-skywalker · 3 years

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Why Am I Here? - Darth Vader

Darth Vader x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,612

Summary: Reader gets “”invited”” to spend some time with the Empire. For reasons only Darth Vader knows, but will he tell? Or keep her guessing.

Authors Note: I’ve been thinking of making a whole series with a similar plot. So I’m trying this imagine out see how people like it. If you do and want to see more like this or with a similar plot comment below or say something in a reblog!

P.S. Its my Birthday Month!!!! YAY!

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Y/n stood there confused as to why she was here. Nothing about her should interest the Empire. She never given anyone any clues or hints as to if she is with the rebellion.

But yet they came to her senate booth and asked her to come with them. Not that she would have had a choice anyway. When they brought her to a ship, from there they took her to as they put it ‘Where lord Vader is staying’. When the troopers escorted her to a room, they told her this is where she will be staying. In the room was a huge bed, a big bathroom, and a closet. A closet that was full of her own clothes plus some other outfits that were beautiful. But it wasn’t just the closet that had things she owned in it. It was the whole room. There was small things from her room at home scattered all over. All the thoughts in her head stopped once the door opened to reveal the man that had her brought here.

“Why am I here?” Y/n asked with a strong voice. She truly is curious as to why they took her from her home. “Do you talk or are you just gonna stand there?”

Vader just stood there staring at Y/n before asking. “Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Your Darth Vader.EVeryone know who you are.” She nodded, the look in her eyes was very confused as to why he would ask that specific question. But there was another emotion that Vader couldn’t place.

“Is that all you know me as?” he asked trying to get a sense of how to approach why he brought her here.

“Should I know you as more than that?” Y/n tilted her head in more confusion and also now curiousness. What did he mean by that? Should she know him as more?

“You will be staying here awhile. I hope that this room is up to your liking. We’ll talk later.” With that statement, he turned to leave the room. It was obvious to Y/n that that was not the answer he was looking for from her.

“Wait-” Y/n started but he left the room before she could continue. There were more questions running through her head now than there were before he came in.

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“Lord Vader requests your presence.” A Stormtrooper stated as he entered the quiet room.

Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can tell Lord Vader that I decline his request.”

The Stormtrooper left reluctantly. Y/n was sure that was not the answer the trooper wanted. Nor Darth Vader.

After about 20 to 30 minutes the door of her room opened. Low and behold Darth Vader entered the room. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit at the frustration in Darth Vaders walk and demeanor. It was quite comical. “Hello to you too.”

“You declined. What makes you think you are allowed to decline a request from me?” Even though he concealed it well Y/n could tell Darth Vader was frustrated with her previous actions.

“Oh, I know that I’m not supposed to. But it got your attention now didn’t it?” she tilted her head with a smile tugging at her lips.

Vader’s suit let out what could be considered a sigh. “I’m assuming you have something you want to say.”

y/n nodded at his assumption. “I have questions.”

“You may ask them.” he moved to sit on the couch in the room he had provided her. Waiting for her to start asking said questions.

“Why am I here?” Was the first one and most obvious out of Y/n’s mouth.

“I have my reasons.”

“Are they valid for keeping me here without my consent?”

“Yes” Vader nodded

“Can I know the reasons?” Y/n asked to hope that she could get more than another one-worded answer.

“Soon.” he replied, smirking behind the mask.

“What does that mean?” Y/n groaned, this was getting her nowhere.

“You’ll find out soon.” Vader rephrased

“How far is soon?” she rolled her eyes at his vagueness.

“Have a goodnight, y/n.” Darth Vader stated as he got up and headed for the exit.

“Will we talk about this again?” Y/n asked standing up really quickly off the bed. Heading to follow him out the door.

“Soon.” Was the last word that left the Sith as he left, with the door shutting behind him.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH” Y/n screamed, falling back onto the large bed. This was ridiculous. She was getting nowhere. Y/n had a feeling that she was going to e there for a long while. The least he could do was answer some of her questions if he was gonna keep her there. Hopefully, he will tell her more ‘soon’ as he puts it.

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“You requested me?” Y/n snarked walking into what looked to be Darth Vaders room.

“I’m shocked you came. Your learning.” he seemed to snark back.

“Yeah, sure. Why’d you call me here?” Y/n questioned while switching her weight to one hip, moving her arms to hug around herself.

“Do you know my history?” Vader asked what was a very random question to the young woman.

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head in confusion.

“Before I became Darth Vader.” he elaborated, turning to face her.

Y/n shook her head, casting her eyes down as she answered. “No. i heard it was forbidden to talk about who you were before. So no one does.”

“To some people it is. Most in fact.” Vader agreed with her statement.

“But your gonna tell me?” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yes.” It was a simple answer but it scared Y/n. What happens to people who know? That question just kept running through her mind.

“Am I allowed to know?” She asked after letting out a deep breath that was shaky.

“It’s my story to tell, Y/n.” Darth Vader smiled under his mask at her.

“Right” Y/n let out a light shaky laugh. It was one of their rare moments between them where whatever wall that separated them came down. Which Y/n didn’t know how to feel about. But Vader couldn’t help but feel immensely happy with those moments.

“Before the Empire, I was a Jedi. I didn’t follow the code completely. I was married, in secret to the love of my life. Right before the rise of the Empire, when things changed she was pregnant. I was to be a father. . . . She died in childbirth. Because of me. An I wasn’t there for her. I made a lot of decisions I regret, and that was one of them.” Vader explained, looking solemnly towards the floor as he thought about his past actions.

“What was your name?” Y/n asked once he stopped explaining, Some of the things he had just mentioned sounded very familiar. Her breathing picked up as she waited for his answer.

Vader decided to make a decision to show her his true face. No one has seen his face other than the Emperor since he turned from Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader. Once the helmet was off Vader turned to face the young woman, maskless. “I think you know.”

“Oh my-” Y/n gasped moving her hands up to cover her mouth. So many thoughts running through her head.

“Y/n-”

Y/n held her hand up to stop him from saying more. “You know. You knew the whole time, and didn’t tell me! That's why I’ve been here this whole time. Isn't it!?”

Vader or maybe Anakin, could see how she was starting to feel upset. Betrayed even. But he knows she’s been held in the Empires custody long enough she deserved to know. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a whimper.

“I wanted us to get to know each other first. Establish a relationship before I told you.” he explained, hoping she would understand. But he knew that it’d still probably take time with her. Over the last couple months they have been getting to know each other, just slowly.

“Well, I do know some stories about Anakin Skywalker. My father.” Y/n spoke after letting some time pass, playing with her fingers nervously, aware that things will forever be changed.

Vader- or Anakin nodded in understanding. She had put it together and now she knew why he took her and why he’s treating her the way he is. He walked up to her, giving her a small smile. “I know we have a long way to some with our relationship, but I would like to make this work..” Vader softened his stature trying his hardest not to seem intimidating to his daughter. Not wanting to frighten her. “I’ve missed to much of your life up till now. I’m not missing any more of it.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes still not sure about all of this. But something was telling her that he is being truthful, and that she could trust him. He has protected her since she's been there. “Can you tell me more about my mom? And about you, or at least who you use to be?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I can do that.” He nodded, and couldn’t help how much his smile grew. The fact that she was willing to get to know him made his heart swell. She wanted him to tell her about Padme, he hasn’t been able to talk about her since he lost her. Maybe they could have a slightly normal father daughter relationship.

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stardust-kenobi · 3 years

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My Purpose

Din Djarin/Mando x Reader

Summary: You're captured by the Empire, held for questioning concerning the location of the child. Under Moff Gideon's supervision, you endure harsh punishment. You knew that Din would never leave you behind. The moment you heard blasters firing rapidly outside your holding cell, you knew he'd come back for you.

Warnings: violence, mild torture to reader (no SA), mention of blood, death, reader being "helpless", helmetless Din, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I mean, don't we all fantasize about being rescued by a bounty hunter as a helpless damsel in distress? Just me? well, enjoy anyways. This honestly reads like a Mandalorian episode. @ jon favreau, hire me pls. reader is referred to as “her” once or twice but otherwise can be read as gender neutral.

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"I won't talk" You spat at the men towering over you. You were firm, and steady in your composure. More troopers, higher ranking than the predecessors, continued in the attempt to break you. The Empire wanted the child, and you'd never let them get close. The vents blasted near frozen air onto your shoulders from above, insulated in your holding cell that was encased with metal and designed for discomfort.

Without another helpless word, and the press of a little red button, bolts of electricity coursed throughout your already exhausted body, delivered by the small device forcibly wrapped around your head. The pain was excruciating, but you were beginning to feel numb with every passing second. This was the 5th...no, 6th time...so far, that this pain has been inflicted on you. It benefitted neither party in the room. You offered no evidence of weakness aside from your obvious pain. They had to know that you weren't any close to revealing any useful information.

"If you won't talk, Moff Gideon will be taking matters into his own hands. Give us the location of the kid, or suffer the consequences" Their voices were muffled in a similar way that Din's helmet muffled his voice. It reminded you of him in an oddly comforting way. You missed him terribly already. Without even seeing the true look in Din's eyes when they captured you only seconds before you were able to make it to the Razor Crest, you knew his heart made the most difficult decision he's ever had to make. You knew it was you or the child, and neither of us would ever let them get their hands on him.

Although you kept your composure in the presence of your captors, you were scared. Petrified, even. Din swore to himself many months ago to protect you in exchange for you assisting him in raising the child. You knew little of childcare, but Din knew you could both figure it out together. After all, you did owe him big time for saving your life when you first met. And here we were, right back where it all started...you needed to be saved again. You hoped he'd gotten the child miles away from here by now. You'd lost track of time but it felt like hours, maybe even half a day at this point.

Your silence was the only response to the further questions.

"Suit yourself" One of the troopers scoffed, and swiftly exited with his partner. The door slid open and closed just barely long enough for them to leave. You were then trapped, cold, and alone again. As much as you wanted to be relieved from your situation, you cared significantly more for the safety of the child and your armored protector.

The minutes dragged and your chest felt heavy as the panic began to sink in. This was it for you. No way they’d let you leave after being of no use to them. Your death was inevitable, and your racing thoughts began to slow as you came to peace with that.

You heard the faint hissing of a door on the other side of your cell, signifying someone's entry. Then suddenly, your cell door slid open, revealing a towering figure. Although you'd never seen the late Darth Vader, the way you imagined him was reflected in this man.

The jet-black shine of his armor was enough to startle you in his presence. But his expression...the menacing grin framed the picture of a despicable man.

Your face was blank. Showing any fear was not an option right now. Although, you were subtly trembling in your seat.

"You know that you've made a big mistake, right?" He said, approaching you slowly, using his height to tower over you while you were seated on a steel bench.

Silence.

"Your beloved bounty hunter isn't coming back for you," Moff Gideon said softly, getting uncomfortably close to your face. "Why not just comply with our requests so we can move along with the search? hm?"

"You'll never find them" You hissed at him.

"Oh, actually I will. That you can count on" He laughed. The insulting tone made you sick. "However, if you tell us where they are, your torture will come to an end and we can get this whole thing over with. What do you say?"

"Never."

"Your persistence is admiring, truly it is. But why waste your time? He doesn't care about you. He's a Mandalorian. They only care about their creed. Everything else is just...a commodity."

You shook your head in denial. That wasn't true.

"You're wrong."

His gloved hand firmly grabbed your chin, pulling your face up toward him. You cringed and winced under his touch.

“Where are they?” He persistently shouted in your face. You jolted your head backward in attempt to put distance between the two of you. With your response of more silence, you were met with a sharp and painful blow to the side of your face. You turned to look back at him, trying to collect yourself from the pain. His fist was still tight and ready to throw another punch.

The second punch was worse, it radiated pain through your entire skull and caused your eyes to go blurry for a moment. The cuts already open on your cheek were split open with damage you were taking. You felt the blood begin to drip down your face. Any additional infliction would be hell, but you’d take any pain necessary to keep everything you loved safe.

His other hand brought to your attention a small red button. The same button the stormtroopers used to electrocute you before. You whimpered in anticipation and tears involuntarily formed in your eyes.

A deranged smile spread across his face. Your fear just fueled his power. And just before he could inflict any additional pain on you, he seemed to have received transmission into his ear.

His brows furrowed. His eyes then locked with yours.

"Repeat, commander" a look of concern was on his face. Disbelief, even.

"Don't let him step foot on my ship" Moff Gideon seethed.

Although you were uninformed to the other side of the conversation, there was no question. You grinned ear to ear. He came back for you. Of course he did.

"Well, change of plans. The Mandalorian dies today" Moff Gideon snickered.

"We'll see about that" You whispered.

The ship shook and vibrated under your feet. As if a ship had docked...or crashed, maybe. Moff Gideon snapped his attention behind him, as if he could see what was happening through the secured doors.

Another transmission came through, one you still weren't able to hear.

"If he doesn't have the child, then he's no use to me. Kill him."

Your heart sank at the mere thought of losing him. But it wouldn't happen. Gideon's troopers were no match.

Moff Gideon kept his close watch over you while he hid like a coward in your cell with you. His hand rested atop his blaster in preparation for what he knew was to come. The cruiser you were aboard had a crew of probably 50 people. If they all served to be as awful at combat as other troopers that you’d seen Din take down, you’d be rescued in no time.

You watched Gideon’s body language grow more and more nervous and fidgety as the commotion grew on the other side of the door. Blasters and the sharp clinking of metal filled the narrow space of the ships walls. That muffled sound was moving closer. As the situation became less favorable for Gideon, it became more favorable for you. That fact alone put a smile on your face.

Then suddenly…three loud bangs penetrated the walls. It sounded as though someone was trying to break through the first door. But that wasn’t regular armor hitting the metal…it was beskar. Gideon trembled. He jolted when the banging arrived at your cell door. He was displeased to hear you laugh at his reaction, which fueled his anger.

He yanked your arm and threw you in front of him as a human shield, pulling his arm around your chest and igniting the dark saber, holding it only centimeters from your throat. The blade vibrated loudly, threatening to take your life in one motion. What a fucking coward. Can’t even fight without using you as bait.

It took less time for Din to break through the second door. Within seconds, the door snapped and broke open, revealing your protector wrapped in his armor as usual. What was unusual, though, was the splattered blood across his chest plate. You couldn’t even imagine what he’d just been through to get to you.

“Step another foot closer and she dies” Moff Gideon insisted.

“Let her go” his soothing voice broke through his helmet, calming your nerves, even with death being only a movement away. “You’re outnumbered, Moff Gideon”

“I would disagree. It seems it’s one on one”

He pulled the saber closer to your neck. You whimpered and squinted your eyes shut. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you opened them back up. You see Din’s fist in a ball, revealing his frustration and anger.

“Based on your fighting skills I’d say it’s more like two on one, wouldn’t you think?” Din snapped back at him.

“Alright. Let’s fight then, Mandalorian” Gideon said with a smirk on his face. He threw you down carelessly back onto the bench. You cried out in pain as your face hit in the cold seat.

Both men circled one another with their weapon of choice in the ready position. The saber was still ignited, and Din had his staff of beskar. No lightsaber could ever cut through beskar, not even the dark saber. Din swung first, striking Gideon’s side armor. He retaliated, only to be met with the staff that rejected the saber’s power.

There were flashes of blinding light back and forth, both men having a fair chance against the other. You watched in terrifying anticipation, fearful of Din’s safety. You believed in him, but to watch him fight scared you. After a few minutes, Din finally had Gideon pinned against the floor, with the beskar staff pointed right below his chin. The saber was thrown from his hands, and out of his reach.

This was it, you thought. We are getting out of here.

But not yet. Gideon made a move so swiftly you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. The staff was knocked from Din’s grip, and he was thrown backward onto the floor. Gideon somehow maneuvered himself on top of him now, with the staff in his control.

No. Please no.

He could’ve killed him in one motion, but instead, Gideon pushed the staff under the grip of Din’s helmet and forcefully pulled it from his head, slicing his chin in the process. You gasped and looked away, to be respectful of his creed. You’d never seen him without his helmet. All you caught glimpse of was the deep brown color of his hair.

You only listened now, as you were unable to watch how this would end.

“You have nothing now” Gideon started, breathing heavy through his words. “Your creed has been broken. You have no purpose” he laughed, pleased with himself for to bring shame to his opponent. "Give it up, Din Djarin."

A familiar voice broke the air that you’d ever only heard through the distortion of a helmet. You gasped softly.

“She is my purpose. The child is my purpose. I won’t let you take that away from me” Din said. It sounded like the voice was directed toward you rather than Gideon based on your positioning. You melted at his words.

Not another word was spoken before the clanging of metal filled the room again, you couldn’t tell what was happening, which made you all the more terrified. Gideon groaned in pain, it sounded as if he was on the ground now.

“You’ll never take the child. And you’ll never see the light of day again. All because you took my girl” Din breathed deep through his words.

You heard the dark saber ignite again.

The vibration from the saber indicated a swift movement.

A loud thud against the ground.

Silence.

You trembled with your arms covering your head in a fetal position on the bench. You knew it had to be Din who was still standing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Y/N” his warm voice graced your ears only inches from behind you. You audibly sobbed. Knowing immediately you were safe. He was still helmet-less, you could tell. You turned over to face him, but kept your eyes closed so you wouldn’t see him.

The electrocution device wrapped around your head was removed gently. You'd somehow forgotten it was even there. His hands then wrapped around yours as you moved to sit in an upright position.

“Look at me” he pleased softly

“But your hel-” you started

“Look at me” he insisted, squeezing your hands gently.

Your eyelids folded open slowly. You weren’t afraid, but you were hesitant. He was crouched in front of you. What you saw as your gaze met his, took your breath away. His eyes were brown, a match to his hair you caught glimpse of before. It was Din. You were finally seeing the man you loved for what he really looked like. He was so beautiful. All the words you wanted to say failed to leave your mouth as you scanned his face over and over again. His expression was riddled with worry and concern.

“Did he do this to you?” He referred to the gash above your cheek, and the other visible bruising down your body. You were suddenly aware of how deeply he cared for you.

On the verge of tears and still remaining speechless, you nodded your head. “I’m okay”

“He’ll never take you from me or lay a hand on you again” your eyes travelled over to Gideon’s lifeless body on the floor. Din gently pulled your face back to look at him so you wouldn’t be more traumatized than you already were.

“I’m here” he reassured you. A smile formed on his lips. Maker…that smile. You were seeing him smile for the first time. Sweat and patches of blood scattered Din's face. You couldn't imagine the hell he went through to get to you.

“But Din, your helmet” you remained confused. You knew that meeting other Mandalorian recently may have changed his outlook but you never thought he’d break the creed intentionally. He could’ve put it back on. But he didn’t.

“It’s okay... I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You are my purpose now, y/n”

He said it again. The same sentiment that surprised you before. Your heart was so full in that moment.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner" He remorsefully spoke. "Its my job to protect you, and I almost failed you. It'll never happen again"

You shake your head. He didn't need to apologize. He was here now and that's all that mattered.

“I’ve never been happier to see someone’s face in my entire life” you say, continuing to admire his features. You bring your hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes gently as a result of your caress. Your skin against his was so mesmerizing...so new to you...so new to him. You halted your gaze this time at his lips and then looked back to his eyes. He was looking at your lips too.

Neither of you had to say another word. An unspoken desire between the two of you was about to be fulfilled. His finger guided your chin closer to him.

The silence was so loud. The lack of troopers and personnel on the ship was haunting, yet somehow incredibly peaceful. The beating of your heart was beginning to fill that silence in your ears. It beat rapidly in response to your near death experience in addition to being this close to him. Being completely alone and intimate with him.

You leaned in to him with his guidance. As your lips just barely brushed against his, you took a sharp breath in. The skin on his lips was supple and warm. As you fully pressed your mouth against his, you fell apart into his kiss. Your whole body was encased in warmth and a feeling of security from this closeness with him. His hand rested against the back of your neck and pulled you closer into the kiss, if that was even possible. Even though you were truly alone, this kiss alone made it feel like you and him were the only two people left in the whole galaxy.

You never wanted to pull away from him. You both waited so long for this moment.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He whispered, as the kiss finally broke.

"I do, Din. Trust me I do" You giggled. You were captivated by the feeling that this kiss had left with you.

He pulled his head back to take another look at you.

"Let's get you home" He said, before standing to his feet.

Even weak from his battle wounds, he scooped you up into his arms, and carried you back to the Razor Crest.

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monamourbladie-mb · 4 years

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19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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nevertheless-moving · 4 years

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Pop Star Wars AU: Waking

Drabble set in this au which I wrote way back a few weeks ago.

Back then, I had only recently decided to look up my tumblr password for a third attempt at being an appreciative fandom community member instead of just trying to think really hard at internet strangers, and maybe shout into the void a little. (But there’s like, several people here now??? How did you even find me on the internet? )

Anyway I have since learned how to spell Anakin’s name and insert links. Also that if you resize your window while typing directly into tumblr everything disappears.

Self Indulgent Crack Pop Star Wars Time Travel Fixit (star wars au no 3):

After several years of exile in the Jundland Wastes, Ben Kenobi had not quite finished mentally unpacking the decades of mistakes, grief, and failure that had led him to the desert. It was the work of a lifetime, and some days were harder than others. But after several forays in and out of alcoholism, spice addiction, and every other form of geographically-accessible self-destruction, he could at least say that some days were easier.

The process was no doubt made more difficult by the abject solitude. Unlike the chaotic years that constituted the fall of the Republic, he had all too much time to think, and no one around to share his thoughts with. He closed his eyes in the dark of his hut, thoughts drifting between past and future.

The past was as ugly and lovely as ever. The larger future didn’t look much better, but he could find some joy in the thought of tomorrow and fresh bantha milk when the herd roamed near. Owen was always much less begrudging of his presence when he came with an offering, and Beru would likely invite him to stay for noon meal where he would share in fresh cheese as Luke rambled about his plans to fix-up a junked speeder bike.

The thought of Luke’s happiness at the treat allowed him enough peace of mind to meditate more deeply.

He carefully broke off a piece of unfair-bitterness from his larger loving-grief. The bitterness he released into the force. The grief he turned over and soothed until its edges dissolved. He accepted it, now smoother if not smaller, laying it to rest alongside his hard-earned wisdom and unfinished poetry.

Tired, but fractionally lighter, Ben Kenobi drifted to sleep.

He opened his eyes to the first rays of daylight peeking in his temple chambers.

The room was intimately familiar. For a few years they were Ashoka’s, on the rare occasion she found herself temple-side and in want of privacy but not complete solitude. For a solid decade before her, the chambers were Anakin’s, though he was quick enough to accept the common room couch when Ashoka entered their life. And before that...they were his. That was his model rocket on the shelf, and his astronomical mobile hanging from the ceiling, and his robes scattered on the floor, though they hadn’t been arranged as such in this room since his apprenticeship with Qui-Gon. He sat up.

Glad he had put energy into meditation last night, he used the lingering clarity of mind to try and work through possible explanations.

Vivid Dream? No a quick pinch to his inner elbow debunked that, as well as the fact that the morning taste in his mouth was more the minty tang of denti-cleaner, rather than the saltiness of dried meat which he had grown accustomed to.

Hallucinogenic mushroom flashback? Possible, though it still wouldn’t explain the detail of physical sensations he felt, running his hand from the temple-spun linens on his bed to the warm-carved wood of his bedside table. He stood and did a perfect forward flip in place. Shockingly his knees didn’t ache at impact, but a drug induced hallucination of this intensity would have some sort of impact on his equilibrium, and he felt perfectly balanced, at least physically.

Force vision seemed most likely. Sinking into cross-legged meditation, he gradually lowered his mental shields. There was no whisper of Vader or Palpatine anywhere near Hutt space at this time, so the risk of reaching out was both manageable and necessary. Rather than the pure energy he personally associated with intense visions, he felt gradients of light, echoing ripples of emotions, and the unique solidity of force-imbued stone walls.

Heart beginning to race as reality set in, Ben concluded that he was, indeed, in the Jedi temple on Courascant. Even if he had suffered a complete psychotic break, his force sense couldn’t lie with such crystal clear detail. Confused unreality mixed with images of the past and future, sure. But this was the temple. It just was.

He couldn’t make sense of it. Even if he had somehow been found, drugged, and transported to the heart of the empire, the rooms as he sensed them didn’t exist anymore. The contents were lost or burnt, the stone walls destroyed and rebuilt into a wing of the Imperial Palace.

Obi-Wan sank deeper into the force and reached out further, searching for he answers. In general, the force felt light, the shroud of the darkside was a hazy irritation in the distance, not a smothering blanket. The manifold wounds in the force formed by senseless war and destruction were absent. Also gone were the tang of grief and loss that he had begun to associate with the temple’s signature even before- even before the purge.

The temple was also full to the brim with tens of thousands of lights in the living force. He reached out to them incredulously, nudging many just to feel a living, sentient response. The last time he remembered feeling so many Jedi all in the temple at the same time was...well, when he still lived in this room. The nearest living force sensitive presence was achingly familiar, though notably and unquestioningly living. He could feel the presence moving nearer and retreated, pulling himself fully back into his body.

The only explanation that fit was that he had suddenly, miraculously, inexplicably traveled back in time.

He half ran to his closet, opening the door with a yank to reveal a full length mirror. A once-familiar, 25-year old padawan stared back with visible shock. Of course his knees didn’t hurt, this body hadn’t yet been broken and abused by knighthood, war, and Tatooine. His hands examined the smooth chin, the unwrinkled forehead, and even the terrible, terrible haircut.

Obi-wan startled at a knock at his door, freezing in place.

“Padawan?” Came Qui-Gon Jinn’s voice softly, “I don’t intend to pull you out of meditation prematurely, but is there a particular reason you were sprawling over the temple this morning? You startled me somewhat. To be perfectly honest, I think you might have alarmed a few people around the temple, I’ve already received messages from council telling me to reign in my padawan before he hurts himself.”

Qui-Gon sounded more amused than reprimanding, and he paused, clearly waiting for an answer.

Obi-Wan’s jaw locked up. What could he say? How could he even to begin to explain what had happened? He sank to floor, head pressed to the ground and tears silent streaming down his face. All he could do was offer to the force were words, the feelings could come later Thank you. Thank youThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU.

For whatever reason, the force had granted him a second chance. Regardless if it was intended as punishment, gift, or inexplicable chance, he would build a better future than the one he left behind.

“Padawan?” Qui-Gon knocked again, sounding concerned, “Are you alright? If you don’t answer I’m going to have to come in there.”

And all at once he had flipped back to not enough time to think and too many people needing his attention.

Obi-Wan managed to open his mouth to call out some meaningless assurance, intent on gaining more time to process the fantastical situation. Much to his surprise, what came out was a strangled, keening sob. Qui-Gon burst through the door.

Obi-Wan realized, with a little embarrassment, that he was curled up practically into a ball on the floor, tears streaming in a shocking waste of water. It was probably not the most dignified, nor the most reassuring position for Qui-Gon to walk in on.

Qui-Gon rushed to his side, pulling him up by the shoulders to frantically look him over. “What happened?” he demanded, “Are you hurt? Did something go wrong while you were meditating and you were trying to reach out for help?”

Obi-Wan smiled at the barrage of questions. He had almost forgotten that on the rare occasions when Qui-Gon’s perfect Jedi serenity broke, he became somewhat counterproductively intense.

“I’m alright, Master,” he tried to say, but what came out was more of a croaking, “MNNrlerR.”

This predictably, only increased Qui-Gon’s concern.

To Obi-Wan’s deep consternation, he was dragged by Qui-Gon to the healer’s wing. He remained quiet during the examination, not wanting to risk whatever was compromising his ability to speak. It could be readjusting to his younger body, or a manifestation of the admittedly great emotional shock he was still experiancing. Or simple lack of practice- it had been several weeks since he had last heard the sound of his own voice, from a certain point of view.

After finding no physical cause for concern, Master Vyr asked Qui-Gon to wait outside.

“Padawan Kenobi?” The Tortugan healer asked gently. “Your Master seems quite insistent that something is wrong. Would you like to discuss what the problem seems to be?”

Obi-Wan cleared his throat and was relieved when his voice came out smooth and under his control, “I’m alight, Master. I apologize for disruption. I experienced a... particularly strong vision when I woke up this morning, and temporarily lost control over myself. I’m already feeling more stable. I believe I simply need to meditate on what I’ve seen. My master unfortunately came in while I was dealing with some of the emotional aftermath.

“I see,” Vyr responded. “Did you experience this vision before or after your expansive foray into the force? I understand a surprising swath of the temple felt your presence press against them this morning.”

“I reached out after,” Obi-Wan admitted. “My vision was...particularly dark. I felt the need to ground myself with the presence of other Jedi. I’ll make certain to apologize to anyone I may have startled.”

Eventually he was cleared with the strict instruction to stick with shallow meditation for the next few days as well as a strong recommendation to seek out Master Yoda, Sifo-Dryfas, or one of the other Master known to experience visions.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked back to their quarters together in a peaceful quiet. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind them that Qui-Gon rounded on his padawan.

“What vision could possibly have left you in such distress?”

Obi-Wan walked to the kitchenette to make tea, stalling before answering. “You have always told me to stay focused on the present, Master”

Qui-Gon frowned. “Yes, however this...vision seems to have altered you somehow. You are grieved by it.”

“Yes. But what I grieve may never come to pass.”

It won’t come to pass. I might not know his every tool, but I do know Sideous’s biggest secret, and I WILL stop him.

“Will you not tell me what you saw?” Qui-Gon asked, sounding somewhat hurt.

Obi-Wan poured the hot water carefully, feeling torn. If he told Qui-Gon everything... would he believe him? Perhaps, eventually but...what would become of Anakin, still just a boy? And the moment he knew of Palpatine’s evil...he knew Qui-Gon. He would favor the direct approach, underestimating the sheer breadth of the trap the sith had laid (Obi-Wan himself lived through it and only began to understand long after it had closed).

“I saw...a great shadow fall over the republic.”

He sat at the table, relishing in the simple pleasure of pouring a cup for Qui-Gon and himself from a shared pot.

Qui-Gon cradled his mug in his hands. “I see. Nothing specific?”

“Your death. At the hands of a tool of darkness. You ran ahead...” Obi-Wan took a scorching sip to stop himself. “It was foolish. Unnecessary. And I was forced to fight alone without you.

Qui-Gon set the tea down to stroke his beard in thought. “Well. I have no great desire to die. While I make no promises, I will endeavor to avoid leaving you behind ‘unnecessarily.’”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied, over sincere.

They drank in peaceful silence. It was interrupted by a shrill noise from Qui-Gon’s comm.

“I’ve just received a personal request from the Chancellor to immediately assist in negotiations with a Trade Federation blockade around Naboo. Are you feeling up to it?”

“You know, I think I am”

#star wars #pop star wars au #my au #time travel #star wars au no 3

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huntingrays · 3 years

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i love making headcanons about fic ideas i have that i will eventually get around to writing

like my metamorphmagus!harry, seer!ron, and veela!seamus au

gonna post my headcanons so people get interested and urge me to finish the first chapter of the fic yeye

harry:

- harry always thought the power to change appearance was something all wizards and witches have (he was wrong)

- he can’t control his powers very well so his appearance mainly changes based on his emotions

- the only disguise he can really pull off is a kid with brown eyes, fluffy brown hair, light freckles, and pale skin

- when in this form, he pretends he’s a hufflepuff named soot (everyone somehow believes it)

- he learns how to control his powers from a fellow student who is also a metamorphmagus (an oc of mine) and from tonks

- they also teach him how to be an excellent prankster

ron:

- ron is a seer but only gets visions in his dreams

- he had a lot of bad dreams when he was younger and always went to percy

- percy researched it when he got to hogwarts and found out what he was

- he ended up telling ron in his third year

- dream seers are very rare, and he’s only one bc one of their ancestors was one

- but ron still also has normal dreams. and after finding out has had fake prophecy dreams

- some of his prophecy dreams are dreams about movies muggles will end up making. which make him freak out and his friends have to calm him down (really, there’s going to be no sharknado and they don’t even live in busan so why would they have to worry about train zombies there?)

- he accidentally gives dean and hermione muggle movie spoilers all the time (“my parents said we can watch star wars after i’m done with third year” “did you know they darth vader is luke skywalker’s father???” “… hermione hold me back-”

- the worst prophecies are the ones where there are two different outcomes and he doesn’t know how to get the better outcome

seamus (i have a lot about him buckle up):

- seamus is half veela, with his mom being one. she died giving birth to him so seamus never met her

- he has some trauma from his father, so he can’t control his veela fire powers, which is what causes him to light things on fire and blow stuff up. it’s usually caused by strong emotions

- when he was five, he blew up his house, which ended up with him meeting his new mom. after hearing his story, she immediately adopted him and took him home

- he’s gay and also trans bc i said so hah (he realized he was trans at a very young age, his magic body pointed out something was wrong and that was what it was. he was very happy when his letter used his new name)

- his mom looked through his mom’s side of the family and often took him to meet veela relatives. he and fleur became quick friends and she pretty much adopted him and told him all about veela powers

- veela only have biologically female children, it’s very rare to have a male veela child. nobody knows why

- veela have fire powers but also charm powers. however, these powers only work according the the user’s sexuality. so straight females will only attract female attracted males, lesbians will only attract female attracted people, and so on

- also the charm powers are wild until you learn to control them, which is usually at the age of maturity. seamus always had a hunch he was gay, especially when his childhood friend (yet another oc) kissed him on the cheek before he left

- however, charm power’s have absolutely no effect on your soulmate. sure, they find you attractive, but you can’t just get them to do whatever you wish through your powers. bill is fleur’s soulmate and seamus was very pleased to find out and go to their wedding

- however his own soulmate caused him problems. because it ended up being dean but he just thought the other boy was straight

- he accidentally ended up being harry’s bi awakening

- he has fluffy sandy blond hair with white streaks through it (and also very pretty blue eyes and light freckles bc i said soooo)

- he wants to be healer and is actually incredibly good at healing magic

- he and harry end up dating for a bit in sixth year (bc if the whole ginny dean thing. they break up after the other two do. they actually became really close friends bc of it)

- seamus knew he liked dean all the way back in third year but it took so long for dean to realize he liked seamus

- seamus’s mom ended up splitting with his dad a bit after he was adopted. in the fifth year, he got close to blaise but that ended up being bc their moms were getting married, so they wanted to get to know each other better. blaise is v protective of his new step bro

- listen… i love seamus… ik he’s just a side character… but not to me!!!

- it takes them having eighth year for dean to finally realize he has feelings for seamus. and he only realized bc they were having a tri wizard tournament and he got jelly bc of seamus getting close with his old childhood best friend

okay that’s all i got hah

ik it long… but i like this idea and have had it for like… a few years? if i finish the first chapter, i shall post

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sparks and embers - chapter 13

Characters: Kylo Ren x Original Female Character, Poe Dameron x Original Female Character

Story Tags: Explicit (18+), Canon Compliant/Divergent (Set after TLJ), First Person POV, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Porn with Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Kylo Ren hates Poe Dameron

Chapter 13 - Exposure

Words: 5.5k

Chapter Tags/Warnings: Descriptions medical procedures

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“Alex! You’re okay!”

“So are you!” I burst, eyes already wet with tears of relief. My gaze darted over the holoprojection of Poe’s face, his brilliant smile beaming through from lightyears away.

“You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” he grinned, leaning closer into the holo. “We’ve been trying to make this contact for weeks.”

A dazzling joy surged in my chest, so happy that my assumptions of being forgotten were baseless. “Did you complete your mission?”

“You’re talking to the best pilot in the galaxy here.” He shot me a charming wink, maintaining his smile. “Actually made it back a few days ahead of schedule.”

Tears continued to dribble out, attempting to calm myself with a shaky exhale. “I’ve been so worried.”

Poe’s expression turned earnest. “I was going to say the same thing.” His expression fell, looking down. “I didn’t want to leave you there. I’m… I’m so sorry Alex. We’re all sorry.”

“It’s alright,” I soothed. “It was the right thing to do at the time. Did you all safely make it back to the base?”

“Left just in time to avoid their tracking systems. So your sacrifice wasn’t for nothing.”

“Indeed it wasn’t,” a woman’s voice agreed, her instantly recognisable image appearing in front of me moments later.

Leia Organa.

“I’m so glad to finally put a face to the person who saved my best fighters.”

I was awestruck at the sight of the entrancing older woman, with kind yet determined eyes looking right at me. “Well… uh… They were the ones who protected me against the Death troopers. I really didn’t do anything.”

She shook her head, smiling warmly. “We all know what you did, what you’ve endured because of your selflessness.”

“What I’ve endured?”

“We have recently gained a Resistance spy within the First Order, the one who directed you to this holoprojector,” Poe started explaining. “They’ve been keeping an eye on you. Sending us intel about your condition.”

I thought of the blonde, curled hair I glimpsed a few minutes ago, not recalling ever seeing it before. Whoever it was had obviously done his reconnaissance at a distance. “The cell stay wasn’t exactly easy,” I conceded, looking sincerely to Poe. “But I’m managing better now.”

A glaring lie.

“One thing they couldn’t tell us Alex,” Leia started, her expression now troubled. “Is why exactly they’re keeping you on the Finalizer. Our spy hasn’t been able to collect any information about the subject. To me, it seems a little... bizarre you’re being forced to work for them.”

I was stuck on how to begin to formulate an answer when a commotion from behind the two figures made them turn around.

“I heard you finally made contact!” Rey’s voice excitedly cheered from somewhere in the room, her image quickly arriving into view, displaying an enthusiastic grin as she huddled in next to Leia. “Alex! I’m so glad to see you!”

I returned a warming smile, her sunny disposition difficult not to mirror.

“Oh thank the maker,” Finn heaved, sliding alongside Rey, the four figures now pressed closely into the outline of the holo, Poe seeming faintly annoyed at the intrusion. “If I had to live through one more day of Poe ranting about this stealth signal not getting through, I was gonna go insane.”

Poe was already looking to me when I glanced at his face, an unspoken understanding exchanging between us. “Well now since apparently we’re all here,” he huffed, “Can we actually get back to the issue at hand? We’ve only got a limited amount of time before this signal becomes compromised, and the hard-lock on Alex’s comm-room door overrides.”

Leia nodded in agreement and looked at me again. “Do you know why they’re holding you there Alex?”

I was weighted with a heavy dose of terror in giving my answer, my stare shooting immediately to Rey. Her smile had faded, instead she wore an expression of reassurance.

She hadn’t told them.

“I… I… uh…” I stammered, a flurry of emotions spinning in my brain. I was so sure she would have exposed me.

“It’s okay Alex,” Rey insisted, her tone calming. “I know why you’re scared. I completely understand why you kept it a secret. But we won’t harm you because of it. I promise.”

All eyes darted to Rey, each face breaking into confusion.

Poe was the only one to say what they were all thinking. “What are you talking about?”

I felt my chest begin to tighten, oxygen becoming a little harder to grasp onto. “I’m not ready,” I whispered.

Rey’s appearance was comforting, yet serious. “It’s time. You may not be ready, but sometimes we don’t get the choice.”

I inhaled deeply, scrunching my lids closed, trying to build some sort of confidence to reject the instincts and rules I had been abiding by all these years. A lifetime of keeping my gift undisclosed, hiding it away, never getting too close to anyone, had left me more attached to my secret than anything else in the galaxy. Fear had always kept it’s hold, guiding my actions, and it was pulling at me again now, trying to warn me of the danger once more. But if I didn’t tell them, Rey would be forced to.

And above anything else, I wanted Poe to hear it from me.

“I can… use the Force,” I said slowly, most likely out loud for the first time in my life. “I taught myself… how to heal others with it, when they were close to death.” There was an excruciating silence as Poe, Leia and Finn comprehended my answer, each wearing a different expression of realisation. My stare was only focused on Poe, trying to properly gauge his reaction to my admittance of lying. “I didn’t want anyone to find out, so I’d also learnt how to hide it - to prevent other force-sensitive people from feeling my energy, from hearing my thoughts.”

“Why?” Leia asked gently. “Why were you so afraid?”

“My parents were distrustful of those who were attuned to the Force after living through a time where Darth Vader wreaked havoc on the galaxy. They told me old stories of little children being taken away from their families to be trained as Jedi, only to have all of them massacred, even the younglings. They made it seem like the most dangerous thing in the world was being someone with that gift. So even as a child, when I felt the power growing within, I pushed it down, hid it away. I didn’t want to fight in any wars, and I didn’t want to be killed. I just… wanted a normal life.”

Both Rey and Leia were nodding with me as I spoke, seeming to understand my decision.

“That’s why you were on Raxus. So isolated,” Poe murmured, not looking at me.

“Yes. I kept it a secret for as long as I could, all through my training, only using this power sporadically through the years. But I was too close to being caught whilst working in a medical camp on the Inner Rim, during a skirmish the First Order instigated on a planet because of their resources. A Stormtrooper noticed me healing one of the planet’s inhabitants, one whom he was sure he’d rendered on the brink of death. He wanted to take me to his leader, claiming he would have good use for someone with my abilities. I managed to escape him and ran, giving up my job, my home, all without telling anyone where I was going. I settled on Raxus, built my clinic, rarely having to use my power, never really worrying about being caught again. Until... Poe crashed on my doorstep.”

“And you had to use it then, didn’t you?” Rey assumed, obviously a question she had been waiting to ask. I nodded.

Finn’s eyes sparkled. “I knew it! I knew there was a reason he healed so quickly.”

The death stare Rey shot to him was severe in intensity, and under any other circumstance I would have thought it was funny. But my focus was centred completely on Poe’s expression as he remained engrossed in deliberation, his eyes still not reaching back to me.

“Is this why they’re keeping you held on the Finalizer? They wish to utilize your power to heal?” Leia guessed.

“They don’t know about it.”

Each of their expressions turned to disbelief.

“How? Surely Kylo Ren would have rummaged through your mind the minute you got on that ship,” Finn burst, turning to Rey. “That’s what he did to you right?” She nodded in agreement, still looking to me for my answer.

“I was able to keep him out, like I did to you Rey,” I replied.

Rey seemed impressed, and a realisation clicked behind her eyes. “That’s why he won’t let you leave. He hasn’t figured out why."

I became uneasy, suddenly worrying about the blame I’d been placing on her. “He thinks it’s because of you, that you’ve somehow placed a block around my mind. And I... didn’t exactly correct him.”

Rey let a sly smile form on her lips. “Well that would be a valuable thing to make use of, if only it were true.”

Finn appeared dubious. “I still don’t understand why you agreed to work for them.”

“I didn’t really have a choice,” I subtly scowled. “It was that or rot in a cell until Kylo Ren managed to infiltrate my thoughts, learning of my sensitivity to the Force, leaving me in a lot worse situation.”

Finn appeared understanding of that answer. It had been Rey’s own powers that made the man obsessed with capturing her. Leia, who had seemed more troubled while we conversed of the Supreme Leader, finally spoke up again. “How long do you think you can hold yourself against… him?”

“I don’t know.” My heart thumped with anxiety, reminded of his last attempt to penetrate my barrier. Thinking about it, with Poe’s image right in front of me, made a familiar sickness bubble in my stomach. He still refused to meet my gaze, his face pained, making an ache begin to surge in my chest.

“Well we have to make some kind of plan right? To rescue her before that happens? Poe?” Finn insisted, somehow rustling Poe out from his inner turmoil.

“Right. Sure. Of course,” he agreed, only the slightest glance in my direction. I had to clench my teeth to hold back the tears wanting to form in my eyes, his indifferent response causing a wave of guilt to wash through.

Leia could sense the tense energy exchanging between us, even through the holo. “Finn, Rey, let’s start discussing our next move. Away from the holoprojector.” She looked firmly at the two, an unspoken communication. Rey shot me a look of both support and sympathy, understanding exactly why Leia was leading them away.

“Hang in there,” Finn added before standing to leave. “We’ll get you out real soon.”

I tried my best to reply with a grateful smile, but it was hard to form through the nervousness I felt at being alone with Poe after my revelation.

One by one their figures receded from the flickering blue picture, leaving Poe alone once again. I couldn’t bring myself to speak first, unsure of what to say. He felt further away than ever, his touch a memory that continued to fade.

Time was running out, the seconds ticking away as we both waited in stillness for the other to break the strained silence. When his eyes finally drifted to me again, I was wounded by the hurt in them, still acutely obvious in the artificial image.

“Why couldn’t you tell me?” he whispered. “You had all that time.”

I dipped my head, conceding. “I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” he shot with unrestrained exasperation. “Scared that I would continue to be grateful for you saving my life?”

I looked back up, stunned by his angered tone. “I didn’t want anyone to find out, let alone someone who had ties with the Resistance.”

“What did you think I would do, what the Resistance would make you do?”

“Pull me into a war I didn’t want to fight! Lead me into a life I didn’t want to lead!”

I could see his jaw tighten, an attempt in calming himself. “The fact you assume I’m the type of person that would force you into anything, let alone war, even after everything I told you, is insulting.”

“That’s so unfair,” I retaliated, my bottom lip on the edge of trembling. “I didn’t even know who you were when I decided to heal you. I chose to risk everything to keep you alive. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Poe exhaled hard, the sound crackling in the holo. “I will always be in your debt for what you did. But you still lied to me Alex. To my face. You assumed the worst of me, of all of us. You hid the truth because you thought we would take advantage of your power, not caring about what you wanted, what you could choose.”

“You haven’t lived my life Poe,” I argued, a ferocity beginning to rise. “You haven’t lived with the same fear I have all your life.”

He stared at me through the staticky blue light, silence once again taking over. We were locked in each other’s eyes, even through all the distance separating us.

“You pushed me away because of it, didn’t you?” he asked, the sting of his tone now gone.

I didn’t have to respond for him to know my answer. Suddenly there was a loud click of the door behind me, the hard-lock releasing.

Our time was up.

“I’m sorry,” I implored, only a moment before Poe’s face was snatched from my view, the holoprojector powering down into darkness.

My throat felt tight, a new kind of shame gripping tightly. I’d always been so afraid of sharing my secret, but not for this reason. Not because it would make me a liar in the eyes of the one I longed to be reunited with so badly.

I stayed in the darkened comm-room long after the hard-lock was disengaged. No one came to open it. Even if they had, they would have only found my figure sitting against one of the large data configurators, stuck in a motionless trance.

I wasn’t entirely sure what kept me from crying, because there was certainly a hollow sadness sitting on my chest, yet the emotion never seemed to manifest into anything. It was possibly due to the stark realisation that my power, my use of the Force, wasn’t a secret anymore.

And nothing bad happened.

They hadn’t been afraid, judgemental, desperate to use it for their own benefit. They had wanted nothing. Rey even kept it to herself, waiting for me to expose the circumstance in my own time, supporting the decision I’d made long ago to hold the power deep within.

Alongside the sadness, there was an intense shame thumping with my heartbeat. Poe had been right, once again highlighting my selfish and distrustful nature, even to those who didn’t deserve it. He’d always been unconditionally honest, and I had given him lies in return. He was right to be offended, to feel slighted by my deceit, our whole encounter now coloured with my dishonesty.

The only comforting part of the holoprojector discussion, apart from knowing for sure Poe with how we parted, was there was a plan being formed for my rescue. There was still a chance I might make it off this ship, escaping before Kylo Ren saw through my weakening façade. He had gotten closer than ever before in the preceding morning, and it couldn’t be long until he figured out another way to tug at my emotions hard enough to unravel me completely.

My only hope was that it wasn’t my attraction to him, the way he undeniably ignited the fire inside that he continued to toy with in his endeavour to push past the veil over my mind.

When I slipped back through the doors of the Prestige ward I was bombarded with questions from Risha and the other staff concerning the incidents of the night, most of them somewhat impressed with my boldness. While the others thought nothing of my return, assuming that for once justice had prevailed and I’d been seen to act in self-defence, Risha was obviously astonished I wasn’t still sitting in my cell. She followed me to the isolation room, where my intubated patient still lay in critical condition, but fortunately alive.

“How did you manage to convince them to let you out?” she questioned. “I thought I’d be visiting you in that cell.”

I read over the observations, the patient’s vitals seemingly stable during my absence.

I would need to thank Irwin later.

“I didn’t have to convince them of anything. My retaliation was considered appropriate by the Supreme Leader, so he allowed my release.”

Risha physically recoiled in disbelief. “There are like, 20 things wrong with what you just said.”

“It was a surprise to me too,” I agreed, continuing to perform my own assessment of the ill man in front of me.

“Alex, I don’t think you comprehend how unusual it is for the Supreme Leader to involve himself with matters like this.”

“I think we can both agree nothing about my situation is usual.”

“I mean, that’s true.” She folded her arms, still doubtful. “But for him to punish the Colonel instead of you. That’s just…bizarre. Snoke would never have been called to make a decision like that, let alone given any care for your wellbeing.”

I stopped, giving Risha’s answer more than a few seconds of thought. “Maybe he wants to be a different type of leader.”

She snorted. “We all know Snoke was the one who seduced him to the dark side, who turned him into what he is today. You think he would cast away his teachings, suddenly show compassion?”

“You’ve obviously given this a lot of thought,” I murmured.

“Well there’s not a lot else to talk about working on this ship. All we debated in the days after Snoke’s death, and Kylo Ren’s appointment as Supreme Leader, was whether his rule would be the same or significantly worse. No one even had the slightest notion he would be… like this.”

I shrugged, walking back to the progress notes and typing my assessment out. “Maybe he thinks if I owe him one I’ll be less likely to cause anymore issues. Maybe he hopes for me to like it here so I won’t attempt an escape.”

Risha tugged at my arm, making me look to her. “Is that something you were considering?” she whispered.

I didn’t want to give any kind of verbal confirmation to that intention, knowing now the ears always listening into our conversations. I also refused to implicate this sweet person in any of my future plans, knowing it was safer to give an overly dismissive answer. “Of course not. I wouldn’t even know how if I wanted to. I’ll just keep waiting it out. I’m sure they’ll grow bored with me eventually.”

Risha certainly wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t dictate that stance. “So how are you feeling? After… you know.”

“I’m alright,” I reassured, which was a blazing lie. “Better now knowing the Colonel won’t be back on this ward again.”

“Me too,” Risha breathed, showing me a small smile. Mild irritation sizzled knowing what it took to finally have someone to act on a predator like Colonel Wynver, still wishing his punishment would have been more severe. But I had to be appreciative that Risha, and the other women who worked here, could have some comfort due to his hopefully permanent absence from their life.

I farewelled Risha after making sure Irwin had given her an adequate handover of the nights new admits, noticing that more beds were now filled with those who had contracted the heavily contagious illness. There was a part of me that worried about the situation I would return to at the start of my shift this evening, but I was too exhausted to fret for too long.

I made sure to pick up a meal from the mess hall before returning to my quarters, horrendously starving from a whole shift without a chance to eat. The shower I had after ravenously devouring my food was just soothing enough to put me in a better state of mind before settling under the bed sheets to sleep, even with the ache beating slowly in the background of my mind at how Poe and I had parted from our transmission.

My only hope was Rey could make him see sense in the way I had kept my power hidden, maybe make him understand how harsh the fear was that drove me to lie.

Sleep arrived effortlessly this time, only minutes passing with my eyes closed before I was pulled into slumber.

When I felt my eyes open again, it was obvious I was dreaming, standing on a deserted beach, the horizon a flat line against the evening sky, a lone sun close to sinking past the ocean. It felt peaceful, a melting glow spreading through my body, relishing the sunset scene. But soon I realised I’d never been to a place like this before. I’d never even stepped close to a beach in my short life.

It was then I sensed the presence with me, the strange energy hovering far behind my figure. I went to turn, to face the mystery aura, but I was chained to where I stood, my eyes still viewing the yellowed skyline, the faint sound of small waves lapping against the shore. The energy shifted, my focus trained on its movement as it edged closer, finally taking a position just beyond my right shoulder.

“You’ve been doing spectacularly well,” a familiar voice mused.

I sighed. “I wondered when you were finally going to disturb me again. You’ve been unusually quiet.”

I felt a smile cross the figures lips, although I was unsure exactly what its face would appear as.

“You seem to be managing perfectly fine without my assistance. I didn’t feel the need to intrude.”

“As opposed to back on Raxus, when I couldn’t avoid your constant warnings?” I grumbled, recalling the many interruptions the voice had made concerning my growing attachment to Poe.

The energy moved again, my eyes darting to the space beside me, still unable to turn my head to that direction. I was only able to capture the image of a hooded figure stepping into my periphery, its face almost completely hidden by darkened brown fabric. I could just make out the shape of their lips. Human. And feminine, matching the tone I had heard in my mind for almost my whole life.

“You were making poor decisions,” the hooded woman stated. “Decisions that would bring about damaging consequences.”

“Maybe if I knew the consequences you seem to be so concerned with, I would make the right choices.”

She laughed, a low breathy chuckle that was oddly musical. “That’s not how this works. I can’t interfere with your free will.”

“Can you at least tell me what ‘this’ is? Why you’re inside my head?”

I could see her lips purse, a deliberate silence between us. “It’s not time yet. You’re not ready.”

An unwelcome shiver pulsed, irritation swelling once again. “I would ask what exactly I need to be ready for, but I can assume you won’t tell me that either.”

The woman smiled again, white teeth peeking through her lips on the edge of my vision. “I’m glad you’ve come to that understanding quickly.”

I exhaled hard, growing impatient with the interference of my much-needed sleep. “Is there a reason why you’re here now, deciding to show yourself for the first time?”

“I wanted to ensure you knew you were playing your part well, in the hopes it would encourage you to stay on this path.”

I creased my eyebrows, contemplating how any of my actions in the last few weeks would have been appropriate on this journey I was apparently walking. “And I’m assuming you’ll let me know when I might divert from this destination you’ve got in mind?”

“Indeed,” she nodded, her head lifting in time to watch the sun finally fade completely past the horizon, plunging both of us into darkness. “But I have faith you won’t require my help for the foreseeable future.”

I could only hope such a notion was true, this woman’s voice always having been a horrible strain on my thoughts. But without knowing exactly what I was doing so well, I was unsure if I could keep her intrusions from appearing again. I watched with the woman as stars began to glitter through the sky, reflecting on the stilled ocean, making an even bigger vision of night envelop the landscape. A delicate breeze of wind then brushed against my skin, and she was gone, her energy fading instantly, leaving me alone on the beach once again.

The soothing power of the twinkling scene soon made an overwhelming fatigue encircle my brain, and I was unable to prevent my eyelids from drooping closed.

It was obvious I’d been rustling in my sleep when I awoke again hours later, sheets twisted haphazardly over my limbs. I’d finally managed a full 8 hours, feeling the most rested I’d been in days. Although waking to an impossibly long list of questions I couldn’t get answers to didn’t exactly make me feel relaxed.

I laid on my back, wishing I could will the woman’s voice back into existence, only wanting to know why and how she housed her spirit inside my mind. The spoken warnings and guidance had always been there, pestering me with advice, sometimes threatening. But I always assumed it was a form of my own conscience, born from an unknown area of my brain that battled its morals against my decision making. Knowing now it was something more than that, that it was something or someone keeping a close watch over my actions, was oddly comforting.

Maybe I hadn’t been alone all of these years.

My last overnight duty before returning to the day shift was chaotic to say the least. Almost all beds of the Prestige ward became filled with viral patients, a large portion of the Finalizer Command leaders now in my company. A dark humour would have mentioned to the Resistance yesterday that this sickness was probably more incapacitating than their assaults had ever been, but I honestly didn’t want to place the idea of biological warfare inside their heads.

While my intubated patient had already improved from my last visit, I was now dealing with three more who’s health was extremely critical. I had never been so appreciative for the medical droids who worked here, their ability to recognise deteriorations in vitals being much quicker than my own.

I’d been given a status report from the rest of the ship earlier in the night, which implied the other wards were in much the same position. Although, it was interesting to note the slowing occurrence between Stormtrooper personnel, their armour and helmets seeming to provide an amount of protection that the Command leaders didn’t utilise.

The Bio-med lab had assured they would have a cure and subsequent vaccine within the next couple of days, pressing us to keep as many patients alive in the meantime. Which was easier said than done. Bacta didn’t help in eradicating the virus or it’s symptoms.

Fortunately for my own health I had already been afflicted with a strain similar during an assignment to Lothal in my training days, the illness sweeping through most of our workers, spread by one of the wounded soldiers. Luckily, none of us had been struck down too harshly, and it had left most of us somewhat immune. In knowing this however, I began to feel a looming dread for the medical staff of this ship who most likely had never been exposed before. It couldn’t be long before they themselves would need to be treated, and I prayed it wouldn’t leave me as the sole doctor still well enough to keep working in the time before a cure was found.

In the morning I handed over the night’s events to the day shift, giving strict instructions for the care of the four intubated patients, offering to return if I was required to at any time. I’d been afforded a full day cycle before returning to normal working hours, a day off of sorts, but with little freedoms being afforded to me on this ship to utilise my free time, I was quite comfortable in being called back to ease the load on the Prestige staff.

No such request had been made by the time I’d taken care of my daily routine, sleeping soundly through another 8 hours, this time without the interruption of vivid dreaming. It was early evening, which was only ever evident by the chronometer in my quarters, and I’d found myself too anxious about how the ward was coping to focus on the literature I was attempting to read.

The unease eventually caused me to change into the mundane set of informal clothes the First Order had allowed, wanting to pay a visit to the ward to ease my worry. A pair of black pants hemmed tight against the outline of my legs and a grey sweater which wrapped around my torso, leaving a bow at the back. I hadn’t pulled my hair up, assuming my visit wouldn’t actually require me to do any work. I wanted to appear as casual as possible, hopefully not implying they would be desperate for my assistance.

I was about to slip around the corner of the small lobby outside my quarters, pondering over the fact I’d never seen anyone enter or exit the two other doors, when I was disrupted by the sight of General Hux making his way down the corridor. He was alone, without his usual entourage of Stormtroopers My eyes narrowed, watching him suspiciously as he closed the space between us, noting the stressed expression he wore, his porcelain cheeks slightly red.

“What have I done this time?” I prodded as he stopped in front of me.

“I’m afraid I’m not in the mood for your juvenile mockery Miss Jago,” he snapped. “Come with me, I have a task you are required for.”

I folded my arms. “This is meant to be my day off.”

“You’ll find that I don’t particularly care,” Hux grumbled. It occurred to me how unwilling he seemed to be here, most likely a stern order behind his reason for being in my presence. “You don’t have a choice in this matter. Now follow me.”

“Could you at least tell me what you’re hauling me away to do?”

He didn’t stop his exit. “You’ll find out soon enough. I’m not going to ask you again. Follow me.”

It was curiosity that made me obey his demand, beginning to step behind the irritating man as he led me to an unspecified objective. When we started veering towards a familiar turbo-lift, noting him pressing the floor I’d memorised from the previous day, my whole body pulsed with anger.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I seethed, looking to Hux with a burning contempt.

“It was an order,” he replied sharply.

“It always is,” I fumed, leaning into the durasteel wall of the turbo-lift.

What did he want with me now?

Hux stormed ahead when the doors opened, my shorter strides barely able to keep up as we walked through the darkened hallway. With a simple wave of his hand on the security panel the blast doors opened to the room I had previously been forced into, the huge open view of endless space still taking my breath away.

Hux didn’t stop in the lounge area, instead swerving to the door at the far left, pressing a code quickly into the lock, waiting for me to enter first once it opened. I looked at Hux quizzically before moving past, taking a moment to register the scene I’d been made privy to.

My eyes scanned over Kylo Ren’s figure, now hunched into a ball underneath the sheets of his bed, a sheen of sweat noticeable on his forehead even from the doorway. He was asleep, however it didn’t appear even close to restful, his breaths loud and heaving.

“The Supreme Leader appears to be afflicted with the virus,” Hux stated in a hushed tone, still emotionless as ever. “He requires the care of a medical professional until his health returns to normal. I think you can understand the confidential nature of the task I’m giving to you.”

I nodded slowly, still stunned at what I’d walked into. “But why me? Surely there are other doctors who could do this. Ones who aren’t his hostage.”

“That is most definitely true,” Hux agreed. “But he asked for you.”

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More than Partners- The Mandalorian x reader

Not a Jedi Anymore

Chapter 12 of More than Partners

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Summary: Ahsoka Tano is scared that you’ll fall to the Dark Side by loving the Mandalorian. You are trying to find who you are without the Force, and especially who you want to be?

Warnings: Spoilers of episode 5 season 2 of the Mandalorian. Mentions of clone wars. Anakin Skywalker And Darth Vader

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You spent the night away from the Mandalorian, Ahsoka and the Child. You couldn’t face them yet, you wished to wait until the morning to show up when Ahsoka Tano would test Grogu.

When you woke up, and came to see the Child, Mando was already awake, Grogu in his arms cooing when he saw you and stretching his arms towards you.

You smiled to him, and without a word, the Mandalorian gave you the Child in your arms. You patted Grogu’s head and murmured:

“I missed you, little guy.”

Mando was watching you all along. He didn’t really understand your sudden change of behavior. You were usually the one cheering people up and hating avoidance. And to say he was terrified was an understatement. The Mandalorian removed his helmet in front you, yes it was dark and yes you couldn’t decipher his traits, but he had removed it in front of someone, he had broken his Creed in more than a way. He wasn’t regretting that night he had with you, it was something he cherished more than life itself. It was probably the best night of his life, and knowing after all he gave you, all he sacrificed, you were slowly going away from him. The bounty hunter didn’t show it, and he was grateful for his helmet, but it hurt, watching you indifferent, like nothing happened between both of you. He thought after that night you spent in Sorgan together, everything would be easier, but definitely not, it was worst. You only remained cordial with him, as if that night was only a mean to satisfy your common needs.

“Y/N.”He whispered, an ounce of despair in his voice.

“Mando.”

“Ahsoka told me Grogu is the same species as someone named Yodu.”

You giggled awkwardly, putting a hand on your mouth and holding the Child in your other hand.

“It’s not “Yodu”, Mando, it’s Yoda.”You replied, a small smirk drawing on your lips.

“Yodu, Yoda, that’s the same.”

You laughed again. It made you feel a bit more relaxed. You felt your anxiety slowly fading in presence of the Mandalorian.

“The Jedi told me the Child was trying to be trained and they hid him when the Jedi Temple was destroyed in Coruscant.”He stated, trying to make you talk to him.

“She is no Jedi.”

“What?”He questioned, eyebrows raised in wonder behind his heavy helmet.

“Ahsoka Tano is not a Jedi. She uses the Force, that’s all.”You answered harshly slowly putting the Child on a rock, and turning your back to Mando.

“But she is a Jedi. She has lightsabers and she uses the thing called the Force.”

“She is not! Not every person that uses the Force is a Jedi.”

The Mandalorian sighed and tilted his head.

“What?”You interrogated, hands on your hips and clenching your teeth.

“What are you then?”

You felt the tears rushing to your eyes, and you did your best to hold them. What were you? That was a simple question, and yet, you couldn’t reply.

“I don’t know anymore!”You spitted, water flowing in your eyes.”Now let me alone, Mando!”

“Y/N! I didn’t say that to hurt you.”He declared, rushing to your sides.

“Am I interrupting something?”Ahsoka Tano asked staring at you, and then at the Mandalorian.

“No, nothing.”You answered.

“Then, I am going to test the Child.”

Mando acquiesced, and you did the same, taking some steps back.

Ahsoka Tano closed her eyes, focused on the feeling of power and balance in her body. She put her arm in front of her, a stone resting in the palm of her hand, and then, using the Force, she twirled the stone in a stable and slow line to Grogu’s hands.

“Now, return the stone to me, Grogu.”Ahsoka asked in a reassuring tone.

“He doesn’t understand.”Mando replied immediately.

“He does.”You answered harshly.

Ahsoka tries to reassure the Child with a soft and slow tone, but he whined and looked at you and the Mandalorian. The bounty hunter did a little head nod gesturing to the Child to give back the stone to the ex-Jedi. At that moment, you felt your anger fade. It was for these little things you loved Din Djarin, and that was why it was so difficult to choose, or to make your own path. You were not Master Yoda after all. Even if your old Master had adviced you to follow your heart, how could you be sure you didn’t imagine him saying that to comfort you and make your decision right?

The Child let the stone clatter on the ground, avoiding both your and the Mandalorian’s gaze. Ahsoka sighed, and advanced towards the Child.

“I sense much fear in you.”

You sighed and felt a bit jealous of Ahsoka’s sweetness and natural gentleness. Where she was soft and caring, you were rough and stubborn. Maybe that’s why you got along so well with Anakin Skywalker.

“Come here.”Ahsoka said in an authoritative tone.

“He’s stubborn.”Mando replied, glancing at you discreetly.

“Not him. You. I want to see if he’ll listen to you.”

“That would be a first.”

Mando took Ahsoka’s place, and stared at you, and then at the Child. The ex-Jedi was explaining to the Mandalorian what to do, while you focused on the Force, trying to empty your head of any thoughts or emotions. For an instant, you could feel Grogu’s fear for his ability with the Force, his fear to lose both you and the Mandalorian, but what you sensed trouble you. Love. The Child loved you and the Mandalorian. A lot. You were like a mother to him, and Mando was like a Father. And then your link with the Force was broken by your anger and your feelings rushing like a wave hitting you all at once.

“Alright, kid. Lift the stone.”

“Come on.”You whispered to him a shy smile on your lips.”You can do it. We believe in you, Grogu.”

The Child looked at Mando with intensity and tries to connect with him through the Force.

“Stubborn like his father.”You thought referring to the Child and Mando, and Ahsoka glanced at you, a strict look on her face. At least, the Force was still with you.

“Grogu.”Mando murmured, the small thing that had became the Child’s toy in his hands.

Again, you fell in love with the Mandalorian. Just that small gesture, him playing with the Child’s toy, he made you remember why you were here in the first place. The Child and the Mandalorian had became your home.

“Come on you can have it.”

You nodded to Grogu, an affectionate smile on your face.

The Child stared at his toy, and then, with only a little push, the toy came to his hand. He cooed and Mando congratulated him, proud of his little youngling.

“That’s really great, little one.”You declared, patting his head in reward.

“He’s formed a strong attachment to both of you.”The ex-Jedi shouted.

You nodded.

“I cannot train him.”

“What?”Mando stammered, standing up straight away.”Why not? You’ve seen what he can do.”

“His attachment to you and Y/N makes him vulnerable to his fears. His anger.”

“All the more reason to train him.”The Mandalorian exclaimed.

“No. I’ve seen what such feelings can do to a fully trained Jedi Knight. To the best of us. Ask Y/N. She knows why I can’t train him, and she understands it more than anyone else.”

“I will not start this child down that path. Better to let his abilities fade.”

“But Ahsoka, we can’t do that! The Child has an ability, we need to train him, we can’t let that go to waste!”You screamed, grabbing Ahsoka’s arm to make her listen.

“I can’t, Y/N. You are in the best position to know why. You’ve seen what a Jedi can do when his feelings take over. For all of our sakes, I can’t train him.”

“Then I’ll train him.”You declared solemnly.

“You? The Force is really strong in you, Y/N, but your feelings make you unstable. Have you told him?”Ahsoka gestured to the Mandalorian.

“Tell me what?”He asked, looking at you with sudden interest.

You looked at the ground, ashamed.

“That’s what I thought. Y/N has troubles using the Force. Her powers are fading. She can’t control her feelings, and that’s making her impotent.”

The Mandalorian peered at you. He approached you carefully and asked:

“Is it true?”

Even if he had his helmet hiding his face, you could swear his eyes were staring at your soul.

“Yes. It’s true.”

He took some small steps towards you and you can only see the beskar of his helmet in front of you.

“What did you not tell me?”

“I was afraid of how you would react! I don’t know what to do anymore, Mando. I am useless to you without the Force, I only have my lightsaber. I was a Jedi all my life, and now that I can’t control my feelings, I need to discover who I am really.”You murmured, your voice breaking a bit.

“You should have told me, Y/N. You can tell me everything.”He whispered, caressing your cheek with his gloved hand.

“I thought you would try to get rid of me.”

“It hasn’t even cross my mind. Not after what happened between us. I want you to stay.”

Ahsoka Tano cleared her throat.

“I don’t want to disturb your touching conversation, but I’ve delayed too long, I must get back to the village.”

The Mandalorian sighed. He knew you were going to tell him more about your past and Ahsoka had interrupted you.

“The Magistrate sent me to kill you. I didn’t agree with anything. And I’ll help you with your problem, if you see to it that Grogu is properly trained.”The Mandalorian uttered, willing to do whatever it would take to see Grogu be trained.

“And I’ll help.”You vociferated, your hand on your lightsaber.”I may have troubles using the Force, but I do know how to fight.”

*****

You, Ahsoka, and Mando were ready to free the villagers and make Morgan Elsbeth pay for what she made these people endured. Maybe you weren’t a Jedi anymore, but you knew you wanted to fight for freedom, and peace, even if it was the greatest lie of the Universe.

You heard an alarm ringing. You and Mando exchanged a look.

Ahsoka Tano had arrived.

You and the Mandalorian were waiting for the proper moment to free the prisoners while the ex-Jedi would take care of that Morgan Elsbeth. Even if the Force wasn’t as strong as before within you, it hadn’t betrayed you when it came to that woman. She was a monster, and, on that point, the Force wasn’t wrong.

A guard was going to kill a prisoner. Mando was going to take care of him, but with a small nod, he understood you wanted to take care of him. You rushed to the guard’s sides who startled discovering you. You initiated your lightsaber in a rapid motion and your saber went through the guard’s stomach. The guard collapsed on the ground.

Mando surprised a villager who was going to try to save the prisoners’lives. You, the Mandalorian and the villager freed the prisonners, and tried to shelter as many people as possible.

The captain was here, admiring Mando with a threatening gaze. You rushed to his sides and initiated your lightsaber again. You really wanted to slice that guy.

“So you threw in with the Jedi?”The captain asked, surprised to see Ahsoka behind the Mandalorian.

“Looks that way.”

“Who do you think’s gonna win. Could be your side… Could be my side…”The captain declared, a sadistic smile appearing on his thin lips.

“Can I kill him, please?”You asked Mando.”I can’t bear his little smile.”

“I got no quarrel with you and your whore, Mandalorian.”

“Mando, please? Can I show him whose the whore?”You whispered.

“Wait. Don’t rush things, Y/N.”

“You and I are a lot alike. Willing to lay our lives down for the right cause. Which this is not. Sounds like you win.”

The captain put his weapon on the ground, and Mando removed his hand from his blaster. You saw the captain pulling a blaster out of his pocket quickly. Instinctively, you threw your lightsaber and pierced the captain’s stomach with the blade, returning after in your hand like nothing happened.

“Good job, Y/N.”

The same villager who wanted to save the prisoners came out of his hiding place to thank you and the Mandalorian, and then he screamed:

“Behind you, Jedi!”

Mando unsheathed his blaster and fired without even looking up.

“Thanks Mando. Looks like we’re even.”

“Hmm. You still owe me explanations, Y/N.”

“You’re right. All in due time.”

You waited for the bounty hunter at the ship. You were cuddling with the Child. You couldn’t say goodbye to him. He was family. How could you even say goodbye to someone you loved.

“I am gonna miss you, little guy. So much.”

The Child cooed in reply.

“I am back. It’s time.”Mando announced himself, taking the Child in his arms and talking to him softly.

“What will we do after, Mando? Without him?”

“I- I didn’t think of that.”

You both remained silent for an instant, trying to consider life without the Child, just both of you. A Mandalorian and an ex-Jedi.

“Mandalorian, you’re like a father to him. And Y/N, you’re like a mother to him. I cannot train him.”Ahsoka Tano stated waiting fro both of you in front of the Razor Crest.

“You made me a promise, and I held up my end.”

“There is one possibility.”Ahsoka began to say, not leaving your gaze.”Go to the planet Tython. You will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the Force. Place Grogu on the seeing stone at the top of the mountain.”

“Then what?”Mando asked, holding softly the Child.

“Then Grogu may choose his path. If he reaches out through the Force, there’s a chance a Jedi may sense his presence and come searching for him. Then again, there aren’t many Jedi left.”

“Thank you.”The bounty hunter replied.

“May I have a word with Y/N before you go?”

The Mandalorian nodded, and let you talk with Ahsoka, your old friend.

“I suppose you don’t want to stay.”

“I have found a home, Ahsoka.”

“You are right. You’ve grown, Y/N. Master Yoda would be proud. He always expected a lot from you. He trusted you with his life.”

“I don’t deserve his recognition. Not yet.”You murmured to Ahsoka, as to yourself.

“I’ll miss you, Y/N, but you’ve found your own path. All I can say now is be careful with your feelings, don’t fall to the Dark Side. Don’t become like Anakin. Please.”

Listening to Ahsoka talking, you noticed at that moment she was vulnerable. She lost her old master. Anakin Skywalker who became Darth Vader. And in Ahsoka’s heart, that was something that made an indelible scar. She didn’t want to lose another friend to the Dark Side. Not again.

“I’ve succumbed to my feelings, but I realized that isn’t something necessarily bad. But I can promise you one thing, Ahsoka, I won’t fall to the Dark Side.”

Ahsoka fell into your arms, her arms embracing your smaller body. She had grown a lot since you’d last seen her. She wasn’t that reckless Padawan anymore, she was a woman. Not a Jedi, but she chose to do what was best for everyone.

“Thank you Ahsoka.”

“For what, Y/N?”

“You made me realize I am not a Jedi anymore. I am more than that. More than that title. I’ll be better than the Jedi where they failed before; Better than the Siths. What made Anakin fall to the Dark Side wasn’t love, it was the Jedi Code, if love had been allowed, he wouldn’t have turned to the Dark Side. I know what to do now. The Jedi Order isn’t anymore, and so is their Code. And you know what, I’ll love, I’ll let myself feel while using the Force. It’s who I am, Ahsoka. I don’t know what’ll happen, but I’ll make my own way. I’ll bring my guilt and shame along with me on that path, but I’ll be better than the Jedi and the Siths. That’s my promise to you.”

“I believe you. Take care of Grogu for me, and don’t give up on the Mandalorian. He seems stubborn, deadly and reckless, but he cares for you. He even threatens to kill me if I hurt you.”She admitted, a genuine smile appearing on her lips.

You giggled, and smirked. It was definitely your Mandalorian.

“I’ll try, Ahsoka. But I can’t promise I won’t slice him in two.”You laughed.

“Goodbye my friend.”

Walking towards the Razor Crest, you waved to Ahsoka Tano, your old friend you would probably never see again.

“Y/N. We were waiting for you.”Mando stated, gesturing to your seat near his on the ship.

“I need to tell you, Mando.”

He tilted his helmet in wonder, waiting for your answer.

“I am not a Jedi anymore.”

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duxhess-kryzewan · 3 years

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Obitine on Tatooine

- Warm Sands -

A gust of warm desert air rushes in their home when Obi-Wan opens the door, effectively sending a fresh layer of sand inside and on the floor.

"I just finished cleaning in here." Satine says with a huff.

He shuts the door sheepishly behind him before looking over to her. She was perched delicately on the edge of her seat, arms folded neatly atop the table, book open in front of her. Reading was her latest hobby of choice, the boredom had gotten to her quickly when they first arrived and she had been trying her hand at various activities to keep herself sane.

"My apologies dear," He says, shrugging off his cloak, "Though I hope you know we live in a desert; sand is unfortunately bountiful here."

Satine folds the top corner of her book before closing it, "That doesn't mean I want half the terrain in my home."

"My home." He says, grinning widely as he makes his way towards her.

She narrows her eyes, "Well, if it's your home perhaps I'll be on my way then."

She stands, if only to prove her point, and attempts to brush past him and in the direction of the door.

Obi-Wan catches her by the waist and gently pulls her to him, his hip bones pressing against hers and Satine can't help but throw her head back and laugh, all traces of annoyances gone from her expression.

"You wouldn't dare," He says, pressing a kiss along her jawline, "You would be miserable trekking through the desert alone."

She lets out a contented hum and curl her arms around his torso, "And I would miss you."

"That too."

He kisses her properly this time, briefly aware of just how chapped the desert wind had rendered his lips, but he finds he doesn't care much when he feels her sigh against him. He had been gone since the night before, having arranged a brief meeting with theone of his contacts to acquire an update on the state of the galaxy and the whereabouts of Vader. He didn't want to believe what he already knew; that Anakin survived. That he had failed the chosen one.

Satine cups her hands around his face, bringing him back down to reality. She was one of the few things that grounded him these days.

"You only just got back," She says gently before smoothing his hair back, "Don't go wandering off yet."

He understands what she means: don't delve too deep into your thoughts. He had a habit of getting lost in his own head.

"Yes dear." He tells her with a smile.

The grin she blesses him with is almost enough to chase his demons away for the night. Darkness permeated throughout the galaxy, but here stood Satine, a beacon of light amidst all of that.

He didn't deserve her.

A red faced monster flashes through his mind and he's pulling her into hug before he can stop himself. One wrong move and she would have been torn away.

"It's okay, Obi-Wan."

He buries his face in his neck and sighs. The day she showed up on his doorstep was one of the best things that had happened since Order 66 and his exile. He knew that she hated this sandpit of a planet, and he couldn't have been more grateful that she chose to stay every day.

"I stopped by and saw Luke. Beru said a sandstorm was blowing in." He tells her, finally willing himself to let her go.

At the mention of Luke's name she smiles, "How is he?"

"Full of energy."

"Typical toddler then."

He nods, "I'll have to check the windows and the tarps outside, make sure that we won't blow away all together when the storm rolls in."

He kisses her forehead lovingly before moving towards the kitchen, thirst finally winning him over. He suspects that he'll never quite get used to the constant dryness that lingers in the back of his throat. And as much as she would never admit it, he knows Satine doesn't particularly like being in the middle of the desert. If there was anywhere else they could go he would move them in a heartbeat, but he couldn't leave Luke. Not even for her.

He was lucky enough that she would stick by his side regardless of their location.

The water is cool and refreshing on his tongue and he's just about drained the entire glass when he feels her come p behind him and loop her arms around his waist.

"I don't like when you're gone overnight." She tells him, resting her head against his shoulder blade.

Solitude wasn't for everybody, and he knew that Satine became anxious when she was alone, especially when he's gone at night. It didn't come as much of a shock to him; the majority of her life had been spent surrounded by palace staff in the heart of the city. The silence made her restless, even more so when she was by herself at night. Not that she would ever ask him to stay, she understood that he still had a duty to uphold.

He settles his hands over hers and sighs, "I don't particularly like leaving you alone either. It's not ideal, but I would worry more bringing you along and risking someone recognizing you."

"You underestimate my skills," Satine says with a gentle laugh, "After all, I was able find my way here without being caught."

"A far cry from your life of nobility."

"Quite."

"I'm sorry."

She pulls her hands away from him and briefly he wonders how he can feel so cold without her touch when they were in the middle of the blistering desert.

"I told you not to do that." She moves away from him and towards the table, grabbing the discarded book from earlier.

"You would have been safer staying on Coruscant," He says despite her protests, "Palpatines rule is not ideal, but you wouldn't be hidden away with the most wanted man in the galaxy. If they were to find you with me-"

He stops himself. It's not a reality he likes to think of.

"I made my choices, Obi-Wan, same as you. If I weren't here I'd just as well be wracked with worry over both Mandalore and you," She pauses, "At least here I only have to worry over Mandalore."

She heads over to one of the shelves carved into the wall and slides it into the empty space among the rest. He had to admit, one of the (many) benefits of having her around was that his hut had turned into much more of a home than it would have been without her. Satine had that ability; a touch to things that made everything feel warmer.

"We do an awful lot of that," He says, taking a seat on their couch, "Worrying."

She glances over her shoulder and smiles sadly at him, "Not much else to do, I'm afraid."

He reaches a hand out, beckoning her to come over to him. Being aware from her for more than a day made an emptiness settle inside of him; a harrowing feeling that he would come back and it would all be a dream, and that he was truly alone out here.

But every time he returns she's there waiting for him.

She settles herself in his lap and his arms almost immediately curl around her. Satine and Luke were the only two real hopes he had anymore, and he was determined to keep her as close to him as possible.

Her head drops against his shoulder and she sighs, "We may spend many of our days worrying about what's to come, but at least we aren't doing it alone."

A warmth that had been missing rushes through him at her words and he can't help but press a kiss to the top of her head. She was right.

At least they had each other.

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ladyvader23 · 3 years

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For the fanfic ask game: J (for MPD), K, M, and R :)

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to Missing and Presumed Dead

I actually originally meant to end it shortly after Luke gets rescued. He's recovering, he's happy with his dad, Leia is tentatively willing to work with Vader to overthrow the Empire as long as the Rebels get a seat at the table in the formation of the aftermath, and Vader decides he cares more about his kids than the Empire, so he's willing to do whatever necessary to make them happy and healthy. But then I realized I'd set up the breadcrumbs to continue that plotline (with a LOT more messiness) that still fit the "Luke pretending to be dead" thing. Originally the Alliance would have known Luke was alive, too, much earlier than they did. I think my current ending is much better, though it meant more hard work.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Ok. So this wasn't technically fanfiction. This was a roleplay I did with a friend for years. In it, my main character has like a family with a bunch of young kids. He ends up sacrificing himself to save one of them, but then when his family strikes a bargain to bring him back, he ends up bring brought back as a baby. This was great for my main characters dad, because he never got to raise his son (long story), so he got a chance to raise him, but his wife and kids were forced to watch their dad grow up. Part of the deal was also that they couldn't tell their dad that he was their dad until he was an adult, and by the time their dad was an adult, (this family became immortal at a certain age, kinda like a fey, it's again, a long story) he got his prior memories back, and had to deal with trauma of being there, but not being able to BE there, of putting his wife in a situation where she was forced to fend for herself and their kids, and oh, all of his now adult kids have trauma and some of them really don't trust forming a relationship with him again, and they're also adults and he struggles with coming to terms with matching who they are in his brain with who they are now. He basically had to refind himself while also bridging his new self with his old self and that ended up being far more complicated and traumatic than I thought when I started that plot line. Otherwise, Fracture is up there for sure. That fic is dark as hell, but I thought I'd give an idea I know you haven't read and will never read :P

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I've shared some before, but...hm. Now that DVGTT is wrapping up, I'm thinking about new crack stories to do. There's Luke becoming an actual drug dealer to be like his dad, only for his dad to find out and do Canadian-worthy PSA ads to try to get his son to stop meanwhile Luke is like "wow these ads are getting so specific lol (sells more drugs)". There's a podcasting AU, or like. Space twitch streaming AU, maybe. Idk, we'll see what happens! (I'm also super open to suggestions, I'm pretty chill when it comes to crack fics).

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

You and @azalea-scroggs inspired me to do Dad Vader fanfic. @kittandchips, @silvereddaye, @maedre13 and queenslx99 were massive influences, as well once I started writing. As for non-fanfic authors... so, when I was a kid, I loved Meg Cabot. I loved her sass. I was influenced to write by Final Fantasy 10, but Meg Cabot was the first author I tried to be like. Then, later, Cinda Williams Chima, and I also really loved Rick Riordan even though I was above his age group by the time I read the Percy Jackson series, but I loved how he made mythology so accessible to a younger audience and as a writer, that fascinated me (unfortunately his website is full of QA's geared towards kids, and not really writing-craft related, but I'd still love to pick his brain about that). I also love the way Sarah J Maas writes, and I identify heavily with her writing process, but lately I've struggled to read her stuff for various reasons. Also, Natsuko Ishikawa is probably my current influence, and you'd only know who she is if you played FF14 and got to the Shadowbringers and Endwalker expansions. Trust me, she's brilliant.

Thanks for the ask, my friend!

Send me an a fanfic ASK!

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obi-wkenobi · 3 years

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Whumptober 2021

Day 16: recovery | scars | aftermath

Read below or on A03.

Everything hurt, but Obi-Wan had long since grown accustomed to that. Though, he wished he had stayed unconscious for just a moment longer, therefore delaying the pain for a while more.

He was still unaccustomed to waking up in this room, still expecting the gray walls of his cell. And as always, for a moment, nothing made sense. He reflexively stretched out his senses with the Force, relieved by its welcoming touch, grateful that it was still there, that it hadn’t been taken from him again, like—

Like Anakin had taken it from him, for so long.

Obi-Wan gulped for breath, letting the Force flow freely through him. Letting emotions overwhelm him and then letting them go, leaving his nerves burning and his breath shaky. Perhaps he could have blocked them, but he wanted to feel them. They let him know that he was alive.

He sat up, slowly, and as always seemed to be the case these days, he glanced down to his right arm. Well, what was left of it, his gut clenching as a memory shoved itself to the forefront of his thoughts. Anakin, Vader, circling him, hissing “This is only fair, Obi-Wan, and you know it,” before he had gone on to maim him.

Obi-Wan made himself look, really look, at what remained of his arm. At least the lightsaber had kept it from bleeding out, he supposed. The scars around the limb were dark and thick, unlike any other mark on his body. It only made him think about Anakin, about his Padawan and not the monstrosity he became, and the boy who had wept when he had first seen his abbreviated limb after Geonosis.

Obi-Wan jerked his gaze away, unable to bear those memories, now forever tainted. That had been the past, now, Obi-Wan was here, he was safe. He had managed to get away, he reminded himself, and managed to find the one person left who he could trust.

He stretched out his thoughts again and searched for that familiar mind—he got a bright lilac presence, temperamental still, she still had some growth to do, but also kind and strong. His heart warmed with pride, swelling pleasantly inside his chest, and he stood, gathering his bearings.

A wave of dizziness swept over him, it still happened occasionally, and his gaze roamed around his room as it passed through him, landing on a mirror. His skin bore new scars, his cheeks were cut sharp and dark circles lay beneath his eyes. He had lost weight he couldn’t afford to lose and of course, there was his arm. And as he stared at it he shuddered in remembrance once again, “This is only fair, Obi-Wan, and you know it.”

He made it to the washroom before the vomit left his throat, and he spat it down the sink, body breaking out in a sheen of sweat and breath coming in fast. The smell of burned flesh stuck in his nose. He needed company, to get away from his own thoughts, that was all, then maybe today would be a good day.

Torture was not new to him. Recovery was not new to him. He had had help before, and he had it again now. He could do this.

He must have stood over the sink for some time, desperately trying to assure himself, because before he knew it Ahsoka stood behind him, her reflection a worried frown in the mirror above him.

That was concerning. Blackouts were just one unfortunate consequence of the torture inflicted upon him, but somehow, even more so than the loss of his arm, it was the most disconcerting. The stability of his mind, and its memories, had always been something Obi-Wan greatly valued. To know that it was deteriorating—Obi-Wan swallowed down more bile and blinked the thoughts away, refusing to linger on them too long.

“Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka said, barely above a whisper. She never called him Master Obi-Wan anymore, knowing that that honourific would forever be sullied for him now.

Her emotions felt haywire, too many different things competing against each other, before she exerted an impressive amount of control and dragged them back in, holding them tight. It was stunning to see how much she had grown over the past few years, but it also acted as a sharp reminder of all that she had had to endure and learn before her time.

Obi-Wan swallowed and blinked rapidly, attempting to steady himself. “Ahsoka,” he said. “I hope I didn’t alarm you.”

Ahsoka grimaced. Ah, so he had alarmed her. But she didn’t want to upset him by admitting so.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “My shields aren’t quite up to scratch yet.”

“What?” Ahsoka asked, voice low, her expression beginning to crumble. “You never have to shield around me, Obi-Wan. You were without the Force for years, I would never want you to monitor how you handle it, not ever.”

He smiled at her sadly, wondering if he would ever again be the teacher and she the student, before moving back into his room and sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I will take that into consideration.” He sat and suddenly became painstakingly aware that Ahsoka had not yet seen his arm bare, that she had only seen it covered and with loose material knotted at the shortened end. Obi-Wan breathed deeply, struggling to resist the urge to pull it in around himself protectively and cover it with something.

“I…” Ahsoka began and moved to sit next to him. Her fingers stretched out toward him, towards the arm, and Obi-Wan stared at the extended hand. Harrowing memories flickered through his head, snap quick fast, there and gone, similarly to Ahsoka’s hand, where it retreated to the safety of her lap.

Obi-Wan steeled his resolve and marshalled himself. “It’s okay, you can touch.”

Ahsoka flinched. “No, I couldn’t—it’s not—”

How could he keep his dignity and somehow say what he wanted to say. That he had not been touched with kindness and concern in...over five years. That he did not know that care was something that he needed, but with nothing except brutality for so long, it had become a private thirst that he did not know how to ask for.

He was not needy or desperate. That wasn’t who he was. Though he supposed, he didn’t really know who he was anymore.

“Ahsoka,” he whispered, “it’s okay.”

Perhaps something in his voice gave him away, because Ahsoka hesitantly placed her hand on his arm, just above the stump. Warm and slightly rough, with callouses on her palm from her lightsaber. But mostly, gentle, so very gentle.

She looked stricken, eyes wet and breathing unstable. “I’m sorr—”

“No, Ahsoka,” Obi-Wan interrupted, stern. “You never need to apologise for Anakin’s crimes.”

She felt only of agony, something within her a shattered chasm for where Anakin had used to reside. Obi-Wan hadn’t wanted her to know, and at first, she hadn’t. But he hadn’t been sleeping and she had only wanted to help him, coming into his quarters and attempting to soothe him through his nightmares, a palm resting over his forehead, but—

but instead, she had seen all of her Master’s atrocities, had seen the sadistic abuses that Anakin had inflicted upon him relentlessly.

He hadn’t wanted her to see what Anakin had become. Hadn’t wanted to destroy the memories she had of him, as his own were. No longer able to remember the boy he had soothed when he came to Obi-Wan crying from a nightmare, the Padawan who had taught him what it meant to be a Master, or the knight who had become his brother and dearest friend—now all lost to the abomination he had become.

His Padawan, his friend, his brother—gone.

Obi-Wan blinked past wetness and swallowed around the lump in his throat. Neither of them were the same now, there hung an absence between them that on some days felt unbearable. A presence that they both yearned for and would never again have. But on other days, it was possible to look at and accept.

Today was one of those days.

Obi-Wan pulled her against him, his remaining hand whitening as he gripped his thigh and allowed her to wind her arms around his dismembered limb. For a wild moment, he wanted to shove her away, unable to bear the sensation of somebody’s skin on his, but he would never turn Ahsoka away when she needed him.

She rested her head against his shoulder, her breathing ragged and silent tears dampening his shirt. Obi-Wan sighed and softly lay his head against her montrals, here, for at least a little while, they were both alright.

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