#if you want explosions and stuff go watch the obi wan show or whatever

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

Andor is like if they made a political drama that was so good that most of the time you didn't even remember it was set in space opera universe

[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

Coruscant Sunsets//Obi Wan X Reader Forever Series: Part 7

Summary: Obi Wan returns to you after a mission and you teach him how to dance.

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Mostly fluff, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Slight dom/sub, tiny bit of angst, unprotected sex, some cursing and typos!

A/N: sorry the wait for this was so long! Quick note though, there is smut in this chapter! I know that some of there readers of this series are not comfortable with smut so I have marked off where it begins. And there is no need to worry about missing anything related to the plot by not reading the smut stuff. Enjoy!

The sunset on Coruscant was bursting with gold and pink sunbeams, Illuminating the sky and bathing it with rose colored light. Even with the city traffic partially obscuring the sky scape, it was breathtaking. You leaned on the railing of the balcony, hand on your chin as you lazily watched the way the colors of the sky blended together, creating a living painting. Melodious Music wafted up from your phone, which lay forgotten by your feet, pulling you further into your spellbound trance.You closed your eyes, letting the warm evening breeze brush your face, as if it were affectionately stroking your cheek. 

As you gazed out at the city before you, you began to reminisce about what had taken place in this same spot not all that long ago. You remembered the tense apprehension that had tightened in your shoulders as you professed your feelings to obi wan, the wave of relief that released your unconscious tension when he admitted he felt the same, and the sensation of his lips on yours, making you feel complete. 

Every moment you had spent with Obi since had been one of pure joy. Sadly, that time had been cut short earlier that week as he had been sent on a mission. The council had agreed that you were well enough equipped to handle yourself while he was gone, though. You had watched him walk onto the ship with Anakin clad in his clone armor, ready to give everything he had for an unthankful galaxy.

Enraptured with the melodies flowing from your phone, you didn’t register the distinct mechanical shwoosh of the apartment door. Obi leaned against the doorway to the balcony, excitedly waiting for you to notice him. His long cloak, which you so adored, flowed in the evening breeze. You felt his smile on you before you even fully registered his presence. Sensing someone, you faced him, a smile tugging at your lips that made him draw a breath, shaky with desire after having been away for so long. 

“Obi!” You shouted, unable to contain the glee in your voice.  He opened his arms to you and let you run into his waiting embrace. His lips softly brushed the top of your head with a tenderness that only he could possess.

“Hello darling.” 

You wrapped his long cloak around you which made him chuckle. “Tell me, did you really miss me or was it only the cloak?” 

You pretended to think his question over for a moment. “Both.”  Chuckling, he pulled your lips up to his for a tender kiss. “I DID miss you Obi, did everything go well on your mission?” 

He rested his chin on top of your head and sighed. “As well as these missions can go, my dear.” 

“I’m sure you’re tired.” You said, reluctantly stepping out of his arms. “You probably want to go get some rest.” 

He took your hand in his. “On the contrary, I would much rather stay here with you.” His words never failed to send your heart a flutter. “And what were you up when I so rudely interrupted you?” 

“Just watching the sunset, jamming out to some tunes.” You vaguely gestured to your phone, a gentle melody still spilled out of it onto the balcony. 

“Might I join you?” 

“I thought you didn't like Earth music?” You questioned as you made your way back over to the balcony. “Lots of loud noise and vulgar words.” You mocked, mimicking his Coruscanti accent.

“I enjoy some Earth music,” He said, following you to the balcony’s edge. “There are just so many genres, it’s quite overwhelming.” 

You picked up your phone and began to scroll through your playlists. “Well, what kind of music do you like?” 

“Jizz, I suppose.” He said without missing a beat.

You looked up at him with confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Jizz, it’s a style of music.”

You paused for a moment. “Um… Ok, just gonna ignore that.” 

“What did...oh.” Realization hit him like a blaster bullet, he flushed and coughed, trying to think of a way to change the subject.

“That style is really jazzy right? I think you might like Glen miller then.”

“And who is this Glen Miller?” He asked as you placed your phone back down on the ground, pressing play on ‘In the Mood.’ You swayed absentmindedly to the beat as you answered Obi Wan.

“He had a band and, well, this was their music. It’s kind of old though, Must’ve come out at least sixty years ago.”

“And you think I’ll like it because it's, how did you put it, jazzy?”

You giggled at his comment. “Yeah. I think you’ll enjoy the way the instruments work together to create the song. Plus it came out at a time of great turmoil, much like now. It made people really happy.”

“How so?”

“Well, people would go out dancing to this kind of music.” He walked a little closer to you, his arm brushed against yours. 

“I don’t know if i’ve ever really danced.” 

You gasped at him in false surprise. “General Kenobi! You mean to tell me you don’t know how to dance?”

He chuckled at how seriously you took this. “I’ve never had any need as a jedi.”

You stretched out your hand for his, ready to show him what he had been missing. “Even jedi should know how to dance.”

You took his hand in yours, and placed his other on your waist before caressing his broad shoulder with your free hand. You contemplated his strength and authority which he so easily carried in battle, and your face flushed at how you were the one leading him through the dance. 

“Ok so it’s really simple, just listen to the music, and sway. Do whatever feels right”

“Like this?” He said, gently shifting his weight from side to side, bringing you with him.

“Just like that! And you can always hold me a little closer.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” You grinned as he brought you closer to him.

“Oh! Can you spin me?”

“How do I go about that?” You moved so you held his hand high above your head before twirling.

“You want to try?” You repeated the same actions with him, which was a tad bit more difficult. “And normally couples talk while they dance.” 

“Oh are we a couple?”

You felt your face heat up at getting caught. “Is that alright?”

He smiled down at you, “That's wonderful.” 

As the song changed, so did the mood, switching to the mellow Moonlight serenade as the sun sunk lower in the sky, darkness beginning to crawl its way across the city.

“I wanna ask you something that's gonna ruin the moment.” You said after a beat of silence. 

“Go ahead.”

You bit your lip, pondering if you should have kept your thoughts to yourself. “How are things going with locating the planet for the ritual?”

He nodded solemnly, like he knew this question was coming. “Slowly, I presume.” He paused for a minute and looked out over the horizon, deep in thought. “Y/n, I understand your desire to go through with this and I wish to support you… but it’s so dangerous, I don't want you hurt, or worse.”

“I understand Obi, But I have to. I can’t just leave my home behind. I have to at least try.”

 He placed a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“Ok darling,” You laid your head on his chest as he swayed you side to side in his strong arms.

“Obi?” He hummed in response. “I think I might love you.”

“I love you too.” He lent down to seal his statement with a passionate kiss.

Warning! Smut begins! Turn around if you wish to preserve your innocence!

You placed your hands on his toned torso, anything to keep yourself steady as his intoxicating lips worked against. Obi’s movements began to grow lustful, pulling you closer to him while his lips extracted all sorts of small whimpers from you. 

You pulled back from him, slightly breathless, and stared deep into his eyes, searching for an answer to the question you were about to voice. You found it in the dark lust that laid in them. 

“You know, there’s um something that I’ve wanted to try for a while, or at least talk to you about trying.” You couldn’t believe how flustered you felt trying to approach this subject with him. 

“Yes?” He asked. Looking down at you with a raised eyebrow, a look that never failed to make your heart do backflips. 

“Well um, I know that certain...activities are frowned upon by the council and I understand you are already risking a lot with an emotional attachment to and, well I guess I just want to know how far you wanted to go.” You stared down at your shoes. “Physically.” 

He smirked at your shy manner. “ I see.” 

“If that’s something you don’t want to do I completely understand, I just want to be here for you and support you, I don’t want to put any pressure on you.” You added entirely too quickly. 

“Oh Darling, I am all for taking the next step.” He held your waist a tad bit tighter in his large warm hands and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Physically.” You felt an explosion of butterflies burst through your body at his words. 

“Why don’t we take this back into the apartment?” You suggested. You scooped up your phone and turned off the music before practically running back into the apartment with Obi wan close behind, the two of you opting to leave the peace and serenity of the outside for the comfort of each other. 

As soon as Obi Wan closed the door behind him, your hands were on his body. Exploring the planes of his chest over his thick Jedi robes, while he cupped your face in his hands and brought you in for another heated kiss. 

You snaked your hands under his cloak and pushed it off his shoulders, watching it pool to the ground by his feet. Obi wan’s fingers began to slip under the hem of your shirt. He let them gently run over the smooth skin of your waist, the simple action doing much to excite you.

The two of you worked your way into the bedroom, which proved very difficult being as neither of you were too keen on taking your hands off the other. You toed off your shoes and plopped yourself down on the bed, watching closely as Obi took off his boots, leaving them neatly by the doorway. You rolled your eyes at his cleanliness.

He walked towards where you sat on the bed, staring you down with a lustful yet loving gaze. He lent over you and grabbed the bottom of your shirt.

“May I take this off?” You nodded, words failing you under his intense stare. You lifted your arms up and let him rid you of the shirt. You felt slightly shy now that the clothes were beginning to come off. Now that you were being truly revealed to him for the first time. 

The gentle brush of Obi Wan's hand against your cheek brought you back to reality.

“Are you quite alright darling?” 

“Yep, I just um don’t do this kind of thing often.” You let out a nervous laugh.

“If you wish to stop..”

“No!” You interrupted him, the words wouldn't come out of your mouth quick enough. “No I want to keep going I just..” The struggle to think of the right words frustrated you. “I want to make sure that I’m making you feel good.” 

He smiled at your sweetness. “It’s very simple my dear, just do whatever feels right.” 

You smirked at him. “Repeating my own advice back to me?”

“Well, it was very good advice.” He placed a hand over his beard, obviously thinking something over. “Why don’t you lie back.”You did as he suggested, scooting up the bed to lay on the many soft pillows which enveloped you with a sense of comfort. Your eyes took in the way Obi Wan removed his Jedi robes and belt, slowly, as if he were thinking over all the things he could do to you without the hindrance of clothing. “now I want you to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable with this.” You nodded your head. “Touch yourself for me.”

It took a moment for his words to take full affect. “Like, touch myself?” He smiled and gently caressed your leg from where he stood by the edge of the bed.

“Yes, touch yourself. I need to make sure I know how you like it.”

Impossible turned on by this idea, You ran your hands over your bra and down your stomach, letting some of your confidence seep back into you. “That's a good point, will you help me out and do the same?” He shot you a devilish smirk.

“I do suppose it is only fair.” You watched him absentmindedly run his hands down his sides as you began to toy with the waistband of your pants. Spreading your legs, you ran your hands slowly over your thighs, not yet letting them touch where you and Obi Wan wanted them the most.

There was pure heat radiating from his gaze and settling onto your skin, setting your body ablaze with desire. Back arching off the bed, you reach back and undid the clasp of your bra before letting the straps slide off, Holding it tightly against your chest.

“Tell me General Kenobi, do you want to see my tits?” 

“More than anything.” He groaned. With a grin, you let the shred of fabric covering your chest drop down, traveling your gorgeous breast, nipples stiff from equal parts arousal and the cool air. You trailed your fingertips down the soft skin of your neck before dragging  them down to grope and your chest. 

Obi whimpered at the sight of you, bringing his hand down to palm at his fast growing erection. The room grew hot with the tension between the two of you as you trailed your hands down your breasts to your hips, undoing your pants and tossing them to the side. With a slightly tentative hand, you smoothed your hands over the growing wet spot on your underwear.

“Is that all for me darling? I haven't even touched you yet.” You whined as your fingers grazed your clothed clit.

“I wish you would.” 

“I will soon my dear.” He undid his belt and worked on removing his pants. “Tell me how good it feels.” 

“Really good.” You breathed out. The ache from between your legs spread over your body, engulfing it with a lust filled fire.

“Why don’t you take those off.” The way he was so soft yet dominating at the same time drove you insane. Without a second thought, your last remaining shred of clothing was thrown to the floor, giving Obi Wan a full view of you glistening pussy. Obi Wan did his best to memorize this moment, the way you were sprawled out on the bed for him, naked and desperate. It was the most amazing sight he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Maker, you’re gorgeous.” Your already burning body grew hotter at his words.

“M-may I…”

“What is it darling?” He chuckled. “Please don’t get shy on me now, I’ve seen you insult Jedi council members to their faces and take out bounty hunters and a single shot. You can certainly use your words.”

“May I finger myself?”

“Oh my.” He reaches his hand down his boxers to help relieve his achingly hard cock. “Go ahead darling.” You drew your fingers through your soaking pussy lips before letting them dip into your entrance. Obi wan watched attentively, taking mental notes about how fast you went and how much pressure you used. It amazed him how much smaller your fingers were than his, thrusting in and out of yourself. He couldn't wait for them to be his fingers. 

“Oh god.” You moaned at the stretch caused by your two digits. Obi pulled out his dick and began to slowly stroke his thick length as he watched you. 

“Oh, I want your cock so bad Obi.” The Jedi’s seemingly unending patience was beginning to wear thin. Obi Wan got on the bed and placed himself over top of you, he quickly replaced your fingers with his and kissed you with the utmost desire.

He pulled back from your kiss. “You’ve been a good girl, young one.” the combination of His fingers furiously pumping into you and his lips against yours made you head foggy. His two fingers were so deep inside you, hitting that magical spot over and over again.

“O-obi, I’m so close.” He used his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit.

“Go ahead darling, let go.” Your orgasam was earth shattering, not just because of the overwhelming pleasure sending shockwaves through your body, but from finally getting to experience it with Obi Wan. Months of want and holding back, of denying feelings and stolen glances, of longing to be with him, finally gave way to this and you couldn’t be happier.

As you came down from your high, your lover gently stroked your hair, slowly bringing you back to reality, back to him.

“Wow.” You said. 

He smiled down at you “Wow indeed.” You let your gaze rake down his body to his hard cock. 

“Need some help with that?” 

“I would love some.” Your hand reached down between the two of you and wrapped around him, using your thumb to spread the precum over the sensitive tip. He hissed at the feeling. You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing his body even closer to yours. With his cock positioned at your entrance you looked up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to make you feel whole. 

“Please?” At your words, he sunk his thick length into you, agonizingly slow. The two of you gasped in unison at the feeling. “Oh my god.” You sobbed when he bottomed out. “You’re so fucking big.” Obi gave you a moment to adjust to his size, you took the opportunity to run your hands over the bare skin of his back, gently tracing the scars that your fingers encountered while you peppered small kisses on his shoulder. “You can move.” At your command he dragged his cock out of you before slamming back in. 

You wrapped your fingers in his hair, occasionally tugging at it when his thrusts hit really deep. You felt completely overwhelmed by him. His presence was all around you, enveloping you, taking you and bringing you to the utmost heights of pleasure with every single thrust. Obi Wan’s hips rolled into yours, his hands explored every inch of your body and his thick length inside of you had completely reduced you to a whimpering mess.

“Fuck yes, you feel so good inside me.” You bit your lip, doing your best to restrain your moans. He left a series of sloppy kisses down your neck leading to your breast. He looked directly into your eyes as he took one of your nipples into his hot mouth. You bit your lip at the sight of him, attempting to hold back your moans.

“Let it out for me darling.” He punctured that with a particularly hard thrust that had a groan falling from your lips and your back arching off the bed, pushing you closer to his chest. “Let me hear you.” Obi’s hand slipped down between your bodies and toyed with your sensitive clit. With that action you could feel you body began to hurtle towards the edge, your pussy tightening around him.

“Uh, maker, I’m close darling.” He grunted out, hips rhythmically slamming into you as he brought his face close to yours.

“Me too.”

“Let go Y/n, come around my cock.” His filthy words sent you spiraling into your second orgasm of the night, the pleasure roaring through your body like a tidal wave. Your climax triggered Obi Wan’s, he quickly pulled out and stroked himself to completion, releasing onto the soft skin of your stomach with a cry of your name. 

The two of you laid there for a moment, foreheads pressed together, attempting to control your breathing as the buzz of your orgasms left, leaving a tingiling of satisfaction in their wake. You reached up to cup his face in your hands and pulled him down to you for a sweet kiss.

“I love you Obi Wan, I hope you know that.” your words made his heart soar.

“I love you too Y/n.” Reluctantly, he moved off of you. “I suppose I should clean up the, erm, mess I made.” You giggled.

“You can make a mess out of me any time you like, General.” You watched him grab a towel and make his way back to you.

“Keep talking like that and doubt you’ll be getting much sleep tonight.” He said as he cleaned you up.

“Speaking of which, do you have any Jedi business or…” 

“I can stay here with you for the rest of the night my love.” situated the two of you under the covers and pulled you into his chest, letting you rest your head right above his heart. You glanced out of the large window that overlooked the city, once again you admired the blending colors of the now almost dark sky. You were lulled to sleep by the besting of your lovers heart, and the courscant sunset.

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[kelpiemist]

Far Far Away In The Hundred Acre Woods (Where My Heart Lay) (1/2)

The first thing that Obi-Wan ever remembers is a bear. It’s not big, or growly, or furry like the stuffed tooka that Bruck is hoarding, nor is it colourful and fluffy like the loth cat that Bant is happily playing with Garen at one corner. No, the bear is old and worn and when Obi-Wan’s gaze rests on the smaller, shy bear, he thinks that he loves it.

He loves the way that the light shines off the bear’s yellow-like-the-sun fur. He loves the way that the red on the shirt (red-like-fire-and-energy) reminds him of passion and braveness and strength that he doesn’t have right now but that’s okay because Master Dolan says that they’ll get it later. He loves the way that the Force sings around it, and the way that the bear’s eyes are kind and loving and it doesn’t judge him like Bruck does.

A giggle erupts from his mouth, and he crawls forward on his hands and feet towards the bear. Nobody spares them a glance and Obi-Wan likes it. He doesn’t like it when it takes him forever to reach the bear-that-the-Force-loves. His limbs ache but as he comes to a stop in front of the special bear, he thinks that it is worth it.

The bear smiles at him. Obi-Wan’s mouth falls open in shock.

The Force laughs joyfully and it wraps them both together in a blanket of love.

 

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The bear is called Winnie-The-Pooh and he is Obi-Wan’s bestest friend. Winnie-The-Pooh takes him on adventures in a hidden forest that shines with life and love. Winnie-The-Pooh shows Obi-Wan a whole new world that is filled with tenderness and warmth and no meanies like Bruck or Aalto.

He meets other people too. There is Piglet, small, shy Piglet who feels bright and kind and doesn’t mind when Obi-Wan hides in his house after a bad day at the Jedi Temple. There is Tigger, who feels energetic and fun in the Force and Obi-Wan can feel his protective love curling like a warm bonfire even as they go play pranks and annoy Rabbit together.

Rabbit, who is stern and always yells at Tigger, even as Obi-Wan can always feel his fond exasperation at the others’ antics. Rabbit, who plays leap-frog with Obi-Wan into mud puddles, and carefully cleans him up and then hands him a carrot for ‘good behaviour’, whatever that is.

It is fun and good, but then, one time, it’s not.

He meets Eeyore one gloomy day, when it is raining and the Woods feel sad. Eeyore is huddled near a small pile of broken sticks and something inside Obi-Wan’s chest twinges painfully as he senses the misery and loneliness radiating out of his new friend. So, Obi-Wan builds his new friend a house made of sticks and he pours his love and friendship into it.

Eeyore smiles and they sit together, watching the river gush by, even as the Woods brighten and smile down at them.

 

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Obi-Wan doesn’t tell anyone about Winnie-The-Pooh and the magic Woods. He doesn’t even tell Bant or Garen or Reeft and he feels a bit guilty. But only a little, because the Woods and Pooh were his secrets and he would guard it jealously until the day he died.

Which was, to him, a long, long time.

 

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Somewhere along the line, Winnie-The-Pooh becomes just Pooh.

The first time that Pooh hugs him, Obi-Wan is confused and to be honest, he felt a little awkward because he had to bend down and stuff. He tells this to Pooh, patting his friend’s back cautiously and enjoying the feeling of arms around him, comforting and protecting.

“A hug is always the right size.” Pooh tells him, smiling and a second later, Obi-Wan joins him too. They smile and smile, until their jaws ache from happiness and the sun goes pastel-and-warm even as it sinks well below the clouds.

 

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Pooh teaches him how to collect honey so Obi-Wan teaches his best friend how to use a lightsaber. Well, okay, it’s only a training ‘saber, but still cool. Pooh is surprisingly good with a ‘saber so Obi-Wan suggests that he become a Jedi. Pooh gets that sad look on his face, which Obi-Wan doesn’t like so he changes the subject until he and his best friend are playing and laughing in the Hundred Acre Woods again.

The Force hums in happiness around them.

 

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Pooh calls him Cristopher Robin one day, and Obi-Wan likes it.

He likes not being Obi-Wan the clumsy oaf, or Obi-Wan the hot-tempered Initiate with too much passion and anger. The name Cristopher Robin feels nice on his tongue and for once, it feels good not to pretend to be someone he’s not. He tells his secret friends that he’s changing his name and they accept it.

They accept him.

Rabbit smiles and points out that the ‘Robin’ in Christopher Robin has the word ‘Obi’ in it, and Obi-Wan likes his secret name even more.

 

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He asks Pooh how large is a hundred acre.

His best friend frowns thoughtfully, before shrugging. “Very big!” Pooh answers happily, and they play tag in the Woods.

Obi-Wan thinks that life is good, and for a short while, he is filled with happiness. It confuses people but that’s okay, because no matter what people say or do, Obi-Wan will hide his Pooh from the rest of the world because Pooh is his secret and he doesn't anyone else to spoil the magic.

 

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Life is not good.

He’s going to be thirteen soon, and he’s going to be kicked out because nobody wants him. He doesn’t want to leave the Jedi Temple, disgraced and unwanted. More importantly, he doesn’t want to leave Pooh and the Hundred Acre Woods.

He pushes himself harder, works more and trains harder. He visits the Woods less-and-less because he’s scared. He’s frightened at the possibility that he might say goodbye and he cannot face his friends. Not yet, anyway.

 

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Nobody chooses him, and then things happen so fast, and his ribs hurt from where Bruck had attacked him.

He’s almost thirteen, and he’s told he’s not good enough and he’s leaving the Temple soon. 

Briefly, as he’s packing his meagre possessions, Obi-Wan wonders when did the Jedi temple stop being his home.

(His heart belongs to the Woods, now and forever.)

 

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In the end, he doesn't have a chance to say goodbye. He’s hustled away from the Temple. They put him in a transport ship headed for Bandomeer, where he’ll be a stupid farmer and all his dreams and hopes will be nothing but the ash that people tread upon.

He’s right, in a way. Bandomeer crushes more than his hopes. It crushes him and it is there in the cold, dark mines that he is stripped from his freedom and punished for his thoughts. Terror clouds his mind, because he’s terrified that he’ll be a slave forever, forgotten and swallowed up by the inky darkness and no-one will mourn him because…. because, why would they care for a failed Initiate?

But Qui-Gon comes and saves him and they - together - chase after Xanatos. Obi-Wan has no time to enjoy that together-ness, because Xanatos is evil and he’s gonna kill people and Obi-Wan has to stop him because it is his fault. In a way. 

If only he hadn’t been so careless, so stupid.

 

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“I’m sorry.” He thinks, remembering Pooh and the Woods. His back presses against the grimy surface of the chilled, metallic wall. A single tear travels down his face as he braces himself for the explosion that will tear him apart.

It never comes.

Qui-Gon takes him as a Padawan. But for once, he’s too tired to care. Instead, he takes comfort in the fact that he’s going home. Not to the Temple, no, but to the Woods and Pooh.

Their journey back is subdued and quiet. Obi-Wan likes the quiet, so he tilts his head, closes his eyes and simply lets himself be. To exist in the moment and to revel in the fact that he’s still alive and maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out okay.

As soon as he has the chance to, Obi-Wan slips away from his new quarters. He heads straight to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It’s his second favourite place in the Temple. 

(The Woods is his favourite, of course, and he knows with a deep certainty that there is nothing anybody can do to change that.)

He squashes down his fears, and heads straight for the Twisty Tree. The Twisty Tree, with a thousand deep grooves and notches and its spindly arms curving this way and that. 

Hidden at its base, covered by a sheen of moss and brackle, is the entrance to the Woods, and Obi-Wan feels a joy settle into his weary bones, even as he crawls through the space, a mimicry of the first time when he was a mere baby and crawled towards his Pooh. 

He finds his Pooh soon enough. A massive oak tree looms over them in the background, even as their eyes fix on each other and a look of utter happiness settles over his best friend’s face. 

“Cristopher Robin,” Pooh cries out joyfully, barrelling forward and tackling him into a big hug.

Obi-Wan hugs the bear back. “I missed you guys.” 

 

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“You’re braver than you think, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.” Obi-Wan tells his best friend underneath Piglet’s favourite acorn tree. Pooh’s face is hopeful and shining, and Obi-Wan has a sudden lump in his throat.

“Really?” Pooh asks, and Obi-Wan nods without hesitation.

Pooh repeats the phrase through the night, mixing it up here and there even as the pale moonlight continues to shine down at them.

(Obi-Wan leaves Pooh a pot of honey, writes him a quick note that he won't be able to come tomorrow because of assessments, and leaves with a warmth flickering in his heart.)

 

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Qui-Gon corners him half-heartedly a few times, in the fear that his new Padawan was doing something illegal. Obi-Wan soothes his concerns with a dimpled smile and a cup of freshly brewed tea.

Qui-Gon is in the middle of thanking the Force that he gained such a wonderful Padawan, when Obi-Wan smirks and quietly reminds him of the time when Qui-Gon was the one to do something illegal during that horrendous Taro Tre mission when he had staked their lives on a very much illegal sabacc game.

Obi-Wan smiles when Qui-Gon spits out his tea in shock, because holy Force, his dutiful Padawan had just sassed him.

 

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Melida/Daan happens and it’s a disaster.

The air tastes of ash and death, and there is tremble in Obi-Wan’s lightsaber hand that he is not quite able to hide. The tears sting his eyes, even as he stands his ground. Qui-Gon stares at him with a face filled with betrayal and fury, even as Obi-Wan begs him to stay and help the Young.

Qui-Gon gives him a choice. The Jedi or the Young.

Obi-Wan’s heart pulls him to the Woods, and to the Temple. But the Force howls at him, begging, pleading, even as it shoves visions after visions of what will happen if he doesn’t stay.

Cerasi, blood spilling from her chest -

-Nield, his eyes wide and unseeing, and his body riddled with bloody wounds -

-the ground littered with broken bodies.

Obi-Wan stays.

The shuttle disappears further and further into the atmosphere, and Obi-Wan watches it go. It’s odd, he thinks later, helping Nield reorganise their war efforts once more. He should feel sad or angry.

He should feel something, but he doesn’t. 

Then, Cerasi dies anyway, and her blood stains his hands.

He’s lost and terrified, and confused and he wants his Master back. More and more people die and so, one night, he goes behind Nield’s back, chokes down his pride, and begs Master Yoda for help.

 

-——- ——--

 

Several long months later, and he’s back at the Temple. He’s more tired and wrung out. He feels sick and guilty and there’s too big a chasm between him and Qui-Gon and he’s scared that his Master will never forgive him. 

He hides in the Hundred Acre Woods, unwilling to talk to any of his friends at the Temple. 

He stays and broods, until Pooh gives him a red balloon and says quietly, “Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.”

Obi-Wan cracks a smile at that.

 

——— ———-

 

He makes Qui-Gon laugh again. Somehow, and it’s totally by accident.

Master Windu comes by to their quarters that day. He and Master Qui-Gon are arguing about something trivial, Obi-Wan isn’t really listening to their conversation. As a dutiful Padawan, he makes them both sapir tea, because it’s his Master’s favourite.

When he comes back to their living space, their conversation has veered onto more… interesting grounds. 

“I swear, if you quote that one more time…” Master Windu looks about ready to bang his head against the wall.

“I follow the Will of the Force.” Qui-Gon says angelically, a look of utter innocence plastered on his face.

“Five words.” Master Windu growled, looking pointedly at his friend. “Alderaan. Spice. Pirates. Mating Ritual.”

Qui-Gon flushed, protesting, while Obi-Wan perked up in interest.

“Stubborn gundark.” Master Windu stated loudly, shooting a mischievous look at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan’s lip quirked upwards, suddenly remembering something that Pooh had once told him.

If the person you are talking to doesn’t appear to be listening, be patient. It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.

It takes him a moment to realise that the room has fallen silent. Master Windu and Qui-Gon are both gaping at him, and he realises that shit, he had said that out loud. 

“Um.” He flounders, flushing a bright red. “It’s something that my friend once told me.”

(Master Windu started to look at him with a lot more respect after that. Qui-Gon started to look at him with a lot more glee, and more than once referred to him fondly as his baby-Maverick.)

 

——- ——-

Tahl dies. 

Qui-Gon grieves, and Obi-Wan mourns from afar. He stays more and more in the Woods. 

His secret friends try to take turns to cheer him up. Piglet is a quiet presence by his side, offering his support and acting as a sturdy pillar during Obi-Wan’s moment of grief. It means the world to Obi-Wan, and he tells Piglet so.

Piglet stammers for a while, before burying his small, pink head into Obi-Wan’s chest, pulling him into a hug. They stay that way, until Obi-Wan musters enough strength to get up and carry on.

(Qui-Gon locks himself in his room. Obi-Wan stands guard at the door.)

“Tigger’s never go on being sad.” Tigger tells him one afternoon.

“Too bad that Master Qui-Gon isn’t a Tigger.” Obi-Wan murmurs into Tigger’s shoulder. He sniffles. “And you’re the only one.”

The image of Master Qui-Gon with stripes as he bounces from one room to another flits into Obi-Wan’s mind. The Padawan snorts, a hysterical giggle escaping his throat before he finally settles on bursting into tears.

(Qui-Gon stops eating. Obi-Wan endures the hurled insults, even as he forces his Master to eat.)

Eeyore understands his pain, perhaps even more so than the others. Eeyore sits with him and watches the river. 

Eeyore is the one that tells him, “It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.”

(Obi-Wan listens, and he drags Master Qui-Gon out from their quarters to meditate at the Room of A Thousand Gardens. The soothing presence of the Woods hidden nearby strengthens him.)

“I think that he cared for her a lot.” Obi-Wan confides in Pooh. “I think that he loved her.”

(Obi-Wan and Bant make a memorial for Tahl in the Gardens. Their hands tend the ground, pouring light and life into fertile soil until from the dark ashes, a single purple flower blooms.)

 

———- ———

Obi-Wan’s life is categorised into one disaster after another. There was Before Bandomeer and After. After Melida/Daan. After Master Tahl. 

After Naboo.

The flickering flames of the burning pyre draws his gaze, even as he chokes down the grief and pain. Anakin Skywalker stands next to him, small body hunched and eyes terrified and grim even as he watches the body burn. Obi-Wan hesitates slightly, before placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Anakin tenses slightly, and Obi-Wan thinks that maybe he’s made a mistake. He is about to apologise when Anakin sinks into his touch, small hands clinging to him like a drowning man seeking an anchor.

Obi-Wan holds him, and together, they grieve.

 

——— ———

He takes Anakin as his Padawan. Yoda and the council disapprove, but he digs his heel into the ground and states clearly so that they can all hear the layer of steel hidden in his voice. 

He will train the boy. For Qui-Gon.

It only takes him half-a-month to realise that he loves Anakin. He loves Anakin the way he loved Tahl and Master Qui-Gon and the way that he loves Pooh and Piglet and Tigger and Rabbit and Eeyore.

He loves them like they are his family. Attachments, he thinks viciously, closing his eyes and soaking in Anakin's excited chatter of some droid that he had built back on Tatooine. He loves them all so much, Jedi Code be damned. 

He teaches Anakin how to swim, treasuring the memory of the boy’s startled laughter and infectious laugh as he floats lazily in the water. He teaches Anakin how to meditate (uh, Anakin, try closing your eyes. Uh-huh, now breathe and reach out to the Forc- Oi, I said Force, not my foot.) 

Of course, being a good master, he also teaches Anakin how to play sabacc, use the Force to cheat in said game, and ten sure-fire ways to start a food-fight in the cafeteria.

So, okay - breathe. He can do this.

 

—— ——-

He can’t do this.

Anakin hates him. Anakin wishes that Qui-Gon was here instead of Obi-Wan, that much he had made clear by the yelling he had done earlier when pressed to do his daily meditation. 

Obi-Wan doesn’t blame him because he, too, wishes that Qui-Gon was here instead of him.

Qui-Gon would have known what to do. Anakin needed an experienced Jedi Master to guide him, not some half-baked failure of an Initiate who didn’t even take his trials properly. 

Obi-Wan grips his river-stone in one hand, sinks against the wall, hugs his knees and cries.

 

——— ———

 

He visits the Woods regularly and honestly, it’s not that hard when Anakin disappears for every half-a-second to do Force-knows-what. Obi-Wan just calmly tapes a note to the fridge in their shared quarters, informing Anakin that he’ll be out and then he leaves.

He’s older now, no longer a child running around rampant in a happy daze, but the Woods still appeal to him. It calls to him, drawing him deeper and deeper into its forest. The Force feels amazing here, there’s no other word for it. It coalesces and merges into a steady stream of love and safety that encompasses the whole place.

Obi-Wan loves the Woods, with its steady rivers and lively occupants. It’s the only place that he can let himself simply be. He doesn’t have to be Obi-Wan Kenobi, famed Jedi Master, here. He’s Cristopher Robin and he’s free.

There are traces of him, when he was young and carefree, hiding here and there. A flash of happiness near the river where they played Pooh-sticks. A thrill of excitement near Tigger’s tree. A soothing calm near Rabbit’s farm.

The Woods have grown. In the time that he had been away, three more critters have moved in. 

There’s Owl, who lives high above in a tall tree, and loves to talk and talk and talk. Obi-Wan doesn’t want to hurt Owl’s feelings, so he sits there, smiling and nodding even while dying inside with sheer boredom. A happy grin covers his face when he thinks of Kanga and Roo. Kanga, with her cookies and hugs, and the way she cares for all of them. Roo, and his child-like wonder and love pouring from the Force, even as he looks and sees the best in others.

Obi-Wan plays with Roo sometimes. They play leap-frog together when Rabbit’s too busy and sometimes, Obi-Wan will tell Roo stories. He whispers stories of Jedi, strong and powerful. He recites poems from his childhood, poems of seasons changing and celebrating life.

(He tells Roo about that time when Qui-Gon fell into this huge mud puddle during a mission. Roo giggles, wide-eyed as he imagines it and Obi-Wan smiles as he remembers it.)

 

------ ------

 

Bloody hell. Kriff, kark and all that. Clones. Seriously, now there were clones. Millions and millions of clones for, what, an army? E chu ta, now he was being tied to a stake in a Force-forsaken arena while his own Grandmaster watched from a first-class seat in the balcony.

And - oh. Hello Anakin, good to see you again so soon. Did you get my message telling you not to come? Yes, well, clearly you must have made some mistake because you’re here and - oh. Hi there, Senator Amidala. Nice to see that Anakin took body-guard duties seriously.

“Master.” Anakin says finally. “Stop glaring at me. You’re doing that internal monologue-thing again, aren’t you? I can tell.”

Padme peers at them curiously while Obi-Wan shrugs. “Maybe.” He admits.

Anakin winces as one of the Geonosians tighten the rope around his hands. “Uh,” He asks. “Am I going on creche duty?”

Obi-Wan looks at him seriously. “Creche duty for ten years. Or at least, until you finally clean your room. Whichever comes first.” He smirked. “Personally, I’m betting my credits on the former, yeah?”

Padme giggles, while Anakin lets out an outraged, squeaking noise.

“Master!” 

 

------ -------

He’s a general in a war.

He’s a general in a war, and he’s breaking slowly but Cody is always there to patch him up, so that’s okay. Force. It’s only been one week, and already, he loves his men. 

He watches them clean their armour and crack jokes with each other. He watches them smile and tease each other. He watches them save each other, never leave a man behind because they are brothers and we are all brothers.

He loves them fiercely.

(He vows quietly into the night sky that he will free them one day.)

[gffa]

I’M STILL STUCK IN STAR WARS HELL COME JOIN ME IT’S A LOT OF FUN AND DEFINITELY NOT HEARTBREAKING. HONEST, I PROMISE. STAR WARS FIC RECS: ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 48.2k wip    During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone. ✦ And There Shall I Find by ambiguously, anakin & leia, 5.6k    After her shuttle crashes on a desolate world, Leia has only one person to keep her company. ✦ Certain Point by esama, obi-wan & anakin/padme & dooku & cast, time travel, 15k wip    In which Ben Kenobi travels back in time to a turning point in history. ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin & cast, sickfic, h/c, ~1k    Anakin wakes up to a world that’s still spinning. ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin & kix & cody, sickfic, ~1k    Just wanted to write something schmoopy and cute for @finish-the-clone-wars ‘s Writing Wednesday prompt: Virus ✦ Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, NSFW, dark!obi-wan, modern au, serial killer au, dark themes, 86.7k    Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. Now, Skywalker has been found and rescued from captivity in a cabin deep within the Naboo wilderness, the only known survivor of an encounter with The Negotiator. The only question on anyone’s mind is: What happened during his time away? ✦ untitled by subskywalker, obi-wan/anakin NSFW, modern au, ~1k    Anakin could only hold onto the counter in the restroom and try to keep quiet as Ben gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and fuck into him. ✦ Pursuit by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, modern au, 8.5k wip    Anakin Skywalker is a Grand Prix jumper transitioning into the Eventing world. While his scores are good during the cross-country and show jumping phases of Eventing, his dressage scores are abysmal. His sponsor sets him up as a working student for two-time Dressage Gold Medalist Ben Kenobi to help him pursue his dream of competing in the Olympics. ✦ untitled by darthcuddles, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, ~1k    Anakin rushes through the hall of the local vet, a black and white kitten in his jacket, and the blood of the little creature streaming down his chest. The nails are dug deeply into his skin, but he ignores his own pain for the little meows coming from the kitten. ✦ untitled by frost-and-stars, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, ~1k    gffa asked: SEXY MEME #15 - Make sure you leave a mark., Obikin. Anakin likes feeling the marks Obi-Wan leaves on him (biting? finger-shaped bruises on his hips? rope marks from where they pressed into his skin?), always urging for more, because he wants to see them the next day and be reminded! ✦ untitled by mthingthepoint, obi-wan/anakin/padme, dragon!anakin, ~1k    puelhathnofury asked: YOU OWE ME THE PREQUELS DRAGON OT3 ✦ Sky Walkers by esama, anakin & rex & hevy & fives & echo, 3.8k    In which some clones rescue a Jedi in the deserts of Tatooine (aka, Jedi as a species of living spaceships because, y'know, why not? ✦ Identity by madame_alexandra, 353.9k    A distress signal reaches Coruscant after the Empire’s demise, claiming to be the beacon of Bail Organa. what would the reappearance of Leia’s adoptive father mean for her life in a post ROTJ context. What would he think of Han Solo, and what could he tell her about the dark shadow of her heritage? H/L; significantly AU, I suppose. ✦ Disappointment by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, au, a/b/o, 1.6k    All Anakin wants is a child. As an omega and the Prince Consort with access to the best doctors in the Galaxy, it shouldn’t be this hard to get pregnant. He can’t help but feel like a disappointment at yet another failure. full details + recs under the cut

✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 48.2k wip    During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.    Chapter 9: This is an update rec and will focus on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole, and will contain SPOILERS by this point. So, this is a chapter where Some Shit Happens, maybe not explosively yet, but certainly and important and massively looming for what it’s going to mean–and it’s all done in such a way that it’s clear that this is exactly where it was going since the beginning. One of my favorite things about lilyconrad’s writing is that I feel this sense often from her stories, that I have a few guesses, I can maybe tell a bit of the framework, but I can never guess exactly, I’m always surprised by something, and yet I look back, even having analyzed everything with ridiculous zeal, and it was obvious that she’d laid the groundwork for it. I figured the Sith versions weren’t gone, they’d pop up in some manner, but I didn’t quite expect them to become real like this–or whatever it’s going to mean! I could guess that it was Isten who walked out to meet Obi-Wan in the rain to give him a cloak, but the scene between Veris and Anakin still surprised the hell out of me. And, god, that is so satisfying, to be able to have some guess about the shape of things, but the details surprise me, some stuff still hits me out of nowhere while being a perfect fit, like, okay, sure, this fic is tailored to exactly what appeals to me! But it’s honestly one of the author’s best for me, especially in terms of sheer storytelling structure.    I love that I’m still analying things–was it the sex that made them real?? because I noticed that the positions used by Obi-Wan and Anakin were verysimilar to the first time Anakin saw Isten and Veris in the gardens, which thenmade the line of how Veris couldn’t do anything unless Obi-Wan had done it first stand out in new relief. Obviously, the Sith were always about reflections of pieces of them, not the whole of them, but the darker and bent versions of some part of them, so Obi-Wan watching Veris fucking Isten, the way his thoughts turned to his own past experiences and some young noble from a past encounter riding him the way Isten rode Veris, the intimacy of Isten’s glove being off, all that takes on new meaning and makes me wonder about the future, if that’s what’s next for them or if their paths are diverging now that the Sith are real! And is all of this what the Shadow was in the house or is there still something more? Is it the Force in a Nexus here or something more self-aware? Either one offers such intriguing possibilities!!    One of the other details that jumped out at me as being perfect, is how precious the Jedi are to them, which appeals so much to me, yessss, because it fits with the themes so much better, that these aren’t canon Sith, these are something else, these are reflections of the Jedi given life, so they come from the Jedi, of course they’d be precious, of course they love each other and so the Sith would love them as well, Anakin is still Anakin to Veris and Obi-Wan is still Obi-Wan to Isten, after all. And their mirrored selves may be somewhat loathesome for the parts they hate about themselves, but they are still precious because they are themselves. It makes the knowing each other all the more delicious, that Veris’ final line of how he’s not going to hurt Anakin, but he thinks Anakin might like it if he did all the more tension-laden and satisfying, because it’s not about disinterest or anything, but a different kind of danger, the kind that lures me right into the story and various dynamics all over again.    The tension of the story is so nicely done as well, that it’s wound together with the way these characters would behave–that Obi-Wan doesn’t register Isten as Isten instead of Anakin, because he’s in his own thoughts, because Isten behaves like Anakin would in that moment, even when I could tell the difference, because it made sense with what I knew that Obi-Wan didn’t, I wholly believed that Obi-Wan wouldn’t. Especially caught up in thoughts of his night with Anakin and, oh, I love that, yes, it’s perfect that he didn’t regret it for having done it, that it’s not like it’s against the Jedi Code (because that’s factually wrong ♥) but instead about exactly what it should be and why the Jedi would be concerned–not because sex or love are wrong (they’re not), but because it puts his priorities and focus out of balance. Because Obi-Wan recognizes the part of himself that is possessive about Anakin, that’s wild and ready to be taken off the hook Obi-Wan has it on, that he’s wary and afraid of his own fire, because he knows what it’s capable of. Because he loves Anakin so deeply (and so much that it blinded him in canon, that was the problem, not the love itself, and this reflection or extension of that is so good for me here!) that balance will be incredibly difficult to come by for them, that is what he’s concerned about. That it’s exactly as Obi-Wan would do–he meditates on it, doesn’t knee-jerk reject it, but instead analyzes it and lets it settle. YES AND MORE YES.    So, yes, I enjoyed this chapter a lot and had a ton to say about it and there were some delicious moments (Isten swinging a leg up over Veris to straddle him, now that they’re real and free, was especially nice, thank you) and so much that I’m still chewing on and so many lovely moments of character insight that absolutely nailed who these characters are, so that, yes, every word of this unecessarily long rec (that’s probably not even of use to people who aren’t already reading! orz) was actually indeed necessary. ♥ ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 48.2k wip    During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.    Chapter 10: This is an update rec and will be focusing on this chapter, rather than the fic as a whole! Also, there will be SPOILERS by this point! Oh, man, this chapter was intense and I could hardly unwind from the sheer tension of reading it, the confrontation between the newly real Sith versions against the Jedi versions and something else! I didn’t so much as glance up from the screen the entire time I was reading because I couldn’t look away, that the Shadow crept into the room with them, wrapped itself around Obi-Wan and the fic found that line between having an impact and being too over the top, that instead it was in the sweet spot of moody and atmospheric and creepy and would be terrifying for the people experiencing. But, oh, what this fic does is makes the characters (and me, the reader!) uneasy about what’s happening here, that the Sith versions aren’t what we expect or precisely know what to do with, we don’t know their motivations, and little pieces that we get along the way aren’t necessarily wholly trustworthy, in a way that’s been built up from the beginning. All of the structure of the story is something I’ve been enjoying and legitimately delighted by/respecting as a story, even as it hits my id right on.    But, oh, yes, it definitely hits my id, too. Veris leaning over Anakin, who is paryalzed by seeing Obi-Wan’s face and just the way he reacts to someone that he loves being so commanding and lethal, the way Obi-Wan isn’t fully himself in the scene, that the darkness (whatever it is) creeps over him and into his mind and makes him so much more dangerous and not himself, but in a way that works with whatever is going on in this house, oh, I ate that up like it was the most delicious thing. Because it steals in through his protectiveness for Anakin, that the thought of Anakin being hurt is what allows it in, ohhhh, yes. And then!! AND THEN. The Sith versions finding the Jedi versions precious because… well, possibly because they’re who their beloved came from, who they themselves came from, because who knows, but they do and that is something I am so wholly here for. Veris’ reactions to Isten being in genuine danger, that the themes of his character and Obi-Wan’s are so interesting to play with here, that he provokes and cuts with just the right words, not realizing (even when he himself sprung from Obi-Wan) just want he’s unleashing. And yet this does not take away from the absolute core of who Obi-Wan Kenobi is, a Master Jedi and someone who loves, someone who is grounded in good, that they’re both parts of him, that Obi-Wan is a character about knowing that darkness in himself and not letting it control him, and Veris is not him and yet is a reflection of him in a way, and I love all of it.    That it’s tied up in the relationship between Obi-Wan and Anakin–the Shadow sneaks in through that love, that Veris shows something much more real when Isten is threatened and possibly hurt, that it’s tied up with Anakin’s healing (because Veris, born of darkness, probably can’t?) of Isten (or at least checking on him) because of that love between them. Everything is tied up in that love, that Obi-Wan loves Anakin and Anakin loves Obi-Wan. And it’s such a natural, organic progression–like, two chapters I was thinking Anakin was the one that the Shadow would sneak into, but then no! It’s Obi-Wan! And it made absolute sense to me! And I still am not sure what it wants, if it wants them all dead, wants them all sundered into darkness, if it wants Anakin’s power, if it wants Obi-Wan’s power, or what. I love that the moment of truce between Anakin and Veris was based on seeing Veris’ love for Isten, that of course that’s what makes him more of a person to Anakin. I love everything here and the mystery of what’s going on, just what is in that house, and where it’s all going and how things will end. It’s so good and this chapter still has me feeling wound up from how beautifully intense it was! ✦ And There Shall I Find by ambiguously, anakin & leia, 5.6k    After her shuttle crashes on a desolate world, Leia has only one person to keep her company.    Oh, this was a really lovely, bittersweet in just the right ways, kind of piece. It’s exactly what it says–Leia crashes on a remote world and hits her head so she can’t ignore the Force Ghost trailing around after her like she usually does. And it’s clear how much she hates him and how much anger is still in her, how much fire she still has in her, even as she has so much love still, that it breaks her heart that she was trying to meet Ben again, that he’s going to think she just didn’t show up, and all she has to get through it, is the ghost of the father that she never wanted, not her real father that she does. Anakin trying to respect her wishes and yet so dearly wanting more with her, the bits of humor and trying to help her, the bitterness of their situation mixed with the sweetness of it, is spot on to the characters, it really is just the right amounts of everything in all directions and was a very satisfying read! ✦ Certain Point by esama, obi-wan & anakin/padme & dooku & cast, time travel, 15k wip    In which Ben Kenobi travels back in time to a turning point in history.    Oh, I love time travel fic and dropping Obi-Wan back into the beginning of the Clone Wars has me hooked already! I do have a few caveats in that the fic kind of really kind of seems to misunderstand the Jedi and their ideals (at least as far as I’ve read!), as well as I’m not sure I buy that Obi-Wan Kenobi would express some of the things he has (though, a lot I’m attributing to Anakin and Dooku’s points of view, which absolutely does make sense!), as well as it’s trying to stitch old Jedi Apprentice events to The Clone Wars canon and it doesn’t quite work, as well as is wrong about some factual stuff like Obi-Wan says Sifo-Dyas created the clone arm by order of the Senate in the movie. But if you can roll with those things (and this is genuinely not a drubbing on the fic, merely that I want to encourage people past these things! and that I tend to notice things more the better the writing is, because a lesser fic wouldn’t stand out so nicely), the writing is engaging as all hell and I absolutely have feelings and I greatly enjoyed the scenes between Obi-Wan and Anakin, especially Anakin’s sense of growing quiet panic that Obi-Wan seems distant, feels like he’s not there anymore, and it really captures the sense of a young adult who is on the cusp of indepence and the terror that he feels, especially for someone like Anakin who is so very needy and emotionally dependent. I’m also greatly enjoying Dooku’s view of Obi-Wan and how he wants to turn Obi-Wan to the Dark Side but recognizes that he can’t and the way his character feels almost unsettled about it, like he’s seeing some things about himself that the canon Dooku never had the impetus to do.    The plot of the story in the four chapters I’d read as of the writing of this rec carried me through, so even when I had some caveats and doubts about it, there was no way I was putting it down. The writing itself really is spectacular and so, so addictive and the author certainly knows how to write a story that I eat up with a spoon and makes me desperate to know what’s going to happen next! The plot itself is very solidly done and the time travel is very well done in that I am so, so here for knowing how this moment is what can be the changing moment! Definitely one of the fics I’m most excited about right now! ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin & cast, sickfic, h/c, ~1k    Anakin wakes up to a world that’s still spinning.    This is the fic I read first from these authors (though, I believe I’ve enjoyed their work elsewhere, too! ♥) and it’s the one that immediately made me fall in love all over again, that it’s such a good Anakin voice, how grumpy and bratty he can be, but it’s in such an adorable and charming way for it, that it’s obviously layered over a deep and incredible love. The way Obi-Wan reverts to calling him “Padawan” when he’s sick, the way he gently touches Anakin who is so miserably sick, it’s so telling and spot on for the character, you can feel how much Obi-Wan loves him in a very Obi-Wan Kenobi sort of way. It’s a fic that hit at my id and all the things I wanted out of h/c sickfic, but is also genuinely well written and spot on. It’s short but it was the perfect length and so very satisfying! ✦ untitled by swhurtcomfort, obi-wan & anakin & kix & cody, sickfic, ~1k    Just wanted to write something schmoopy and cute for @finish-the-clone-wars ‘s Writing Wednesday prompt: Virus    This was another lovely fic from swhurtcomfort, this time with Obi-Wan under the weather and, of course, with that incredible tank nature of his he doesn’t go down easily, which frustrates the people around him, but there’s still a sense of things not being too silly about it or over the top, instead it feels much more grounded than that, and so I was even more in love! And, oh, when Anakin shows up, that Obi-Wan is more gentle with him, that there’s a different dynamic there, that also a bit that it’s that the Jedi are just kind of weird to outsiders, all of it is so very lovely. ✦ Negotiation by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, NSFW, dark!obi-wan, modern au, serial killer au, dark themes, 86.7k    Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. Now, Skywalker has been found and rescued from captivity in a cabin deep within the Naboo wilderness, the only known survivor of an encounter with The Negotiator. The only question on anyone’s mind is: What happened during his time away?    Final Chapters: I’ve written recs for this fic as it was in progress, but now that it’s finished I’m going to aim for one that’s a more general rec for the entire fic at once! This is a fic that you definitely need to roll with the concept with when you walk in the door, that this is not the Obi-Wan Kenobi of canon, but instead that he’s a negative image of the character we love, that everything good about Obi-Wan is dark and terrible in this version of Kenobi, that it’s a version of him that is similar on the surface, where they share the trappings (the politeness, the formality, the predatory abilities under the kind surface) but presents instead an Obi-Wan Kenobi who is as dark as the canon one is good. If you can roll with that, this is a fascinating look at obsession and stalking and Stockholm Syndrome and that the fic warmly embraces these things, that it finds a balance between not trying to justify any of this with appealing to what I’m here for in the relationship between these two characters. This is a fic that, yes, is about breaking down Anakin Skywalker until he goes along with whatever Obi-Wan wants, but it’s also a fic about something warm between them, something charismatic and hellishly engaging for me to read!    And that’s where this fic gets me! All the things that I might have been wary about before stepping into it, that it’s so different from the canon I know and love, that this is such a different take on these characters, that it’s about murder and serial killings, is balanced by how there’s something that makes me root for these characters to be together, for Anakin to stop struggling between his two worlds, for me to be able to just dive right into the beautiful trash fire that these characters’ lives are. That there’s a glimmer of something I recognize still there and that I hold onto, that’s what really won my heart with this fic. That and it’s just incredibly engaging, that it doesn’t drag things out just to drag them out, but instead the pacing really allowed for showing the long journey these characters took, from the beginning to where they ultimately ended up, to show the how of Anakin’s slow breaking apart, in a way that a 20k fic just couldn’t have done. It was the perfect length and ended exactly how I would have wanted things to end and hit so, so many of my buttons along the way.    I’m not kidding when I say there’s something incredibly charismatic about this story, that it appeals to the dark fic desires I have, while not trying to pretend to be something it’s not, yet still getting at that shipper heart of mine. It also has so many moments where I was just incredibly invested, where I wound up rooting for these characters (and I do think there’s a similarity to the NBC Hannibal in a really good way, it captured that same sense of heroes and villains and the connection between them even when they disagree morally) and was practically tied up into a pretzel by the end of the fic when I just so badly wanted them to somehow end up together. There’s also some really spectacularly satisfying sex, that chapter where there’s this moment of pause right before Obi-Wan finally pushes into him, that moment that is just full of everything that this means and lets the weight of it really sink in, that went along with the ridiculously hot porn, and that just made the whole thing better. All of this was a super satisfying fic and a hell of an experience that I’m glad I got to enjoy! ✦ untitled by subskywalker, obi-wan/anakin NSFW, modern au, ~1k    Anakin could only hold onto the counter in the restroom and try to keep quiet as Ben gripped his hips hard enough to leave bruises and fuck into him.    This ficlet came along at exactly the right time for what I needed to get me interested in reading Star Wars fic again, because it’s pwp and really only about the sex, it’s one of those that’s designed to appeal right to my id in that way that satisfies me, and, boy, did it do exactly that. Anakin getting fucked over a bathroom counter while Obi-Wan tells him to keep watching himself in the mirror, the slightly rough edge to the sex, the slight undercurrent of d/s to it, the satisfying and super hot sex, all of it just made my brain light up exactly as it was supposed to, god bless. ✦ Pursuit by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, modern au, 8.5k wip    Anakin Skywalker is a Grand Prix jumper transitioning into the Eventing world. While his scores are good during the cross-country and show jumping phases of Eventing, his dressage scores are abysmal. His sponsor sets him up as a working student for two-time Dressage Gold Medalist Ben Kenobi to help him pursue his dream of competing in the Olympics.    Speaking of fics that have sparked me back into wanting to read more! This is another one that hits me right in the id, where it’s this soft-hearted modern AU fic that is clearly a work of love from the author and designed to appeal to what I want out of it, it’s just warm and soft and kind, even when it’s kind of angsty. But a fluffy kind of angst, which is exactly what I wanted! It’s a fic that’s meant to be picked up when you want something like a fuzzy blanket to wrap around you, when you just want an AU where it’s about the author’s love of horses and riding, where Anakin is a bit of a brat, where there’s flirting and pining on both sides, where the pacing is reasonably lengthy (and will probably be 15k when all finished, I guess) without being drawn out, and it’s just sweet and fun. It’s one of those fics that runs full-tilt at all the soft things in Obikin fandom and gives them the biggest hug and has such charm to it, that there’s such care and affection here, that the horse riding stuff is genuinely fun to read about and, ugh, I just love this and it’s like sinking into a warm, comforting bath when I get a new chapter. ✦ untitled by darthcuddles, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, ~1k    Anakin rushes through the hall of the local vet, a black and white kitten in his jacket, and the blood of the little creature streaming down his chest. The nails are dug deeply into his skin, but he ignores his own pain for the little meows coming from the kitten.    This is another fic that I read at the right time to perk me back up, because I just want kind and soft things right now, I want cute stories where these two love each other or are just meeting and are wildly attracted to each other and there’s an instant connection and such charm to the way it’s written. It’s a story for when you want a warm, fluffy blanket, a bite-sized ficlet that’s just really cute! ✦ untitled by frost-and-stars, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, ~1k    gffa asked: SEXY MEME #15 - Make sure you leave a mark., Obikin. Anakin likes feeling the marks Obi-Wan leaves on him (biting? finger-shaped bruises on his hips? rope marks from where they pressed into his skin?), always urging for more, because he wants to see them the next day and be reminded!    Oh, this may be short, a little over 250 words, but it was exactly what I needed at the time it was posted and it’s beautifully written, frost-and-stars has a lovely way with the imagery in this piece, and lovely characterization as well in just a few lines. That Anakin is so greedy here, wants all the more even when he’s already getting fucked, wants the bruises and bites so that he can feel them again later, can remember them and know they were given by Obi-Wan, wants to push himself back onto Obi-Wan all the harder, even as Obi-Wan is already taking him apart, oh, it’s just my favorite Anakin. The desperate, greedy one who loves so deeply and wants this so very, very much. Beautiful and super hot, bless. ✦ untitled by mthingthepoint, obi-wan/anakin/padme, dragon!anakin, ~1k    puelhathnofury asked: YOU OWE ME THE PREQUELS DRAGON OT3    Oh, I really enjoyed this! It’s short and of course I would have loved more, but as a snippet ficlet there’s such lovely imagery here, the way Obi-Wan and Padme balance this wild, powerful creature that is Anakin, that they help soothe over his rough spots, and you can see why they fall in love with this brilliant creature. It’s lovely for how they want him as well, and how much it caught my imagination and started spinning things out of it. A lovely read! ✦ Sky Walkers by esama, anakin & rex & hevy & fives & echo, 3.8k    In which some clones rescue a Jedi in the deserts of Tatooine (aka, Jedi as a species of living spaceships because, y'know, why not?    This is one of those fics that’s delightfully weird and knows it, just embraces that and has a fun, light-hearted time about it! It explains what you need to know, but doesn’t go any further than it needs to, so instead it’s just this fun, odd read that’s engaging, where Jedi are living spaceships and the clone squad comes across Anakin on Tatooine and it’s adorable and sad and weird and fun all at the same time! ✦ Identity by madame_alexandra, 353.9k    A distress signal reaches Coruscant after the Empire’s demise, claiming to be the beacon of Bail Organa. what would the reappearance of Leia’s adoptive father mean for her life in a post ROTJ context. What would he think of Han Solo, and what could he tell her about the dark shadow of her heritage? H/L; significantly AU, I suppose.    I picked this fic up because I was really curious to see what a fic that brought Bail Organa back would be like and I found a story that is very, very well-written, though it feels more Legends-based and it’s very, very much a Han/Leia story. I think, if you’re a fan of the pairing, this fic is going to be absolute catnip, you’ll roll around in it and have stuff to read for days and it will keep you totally enthralled! For those on the fence, the fic does prioritize that relationship above everything else and I found myself wishing that the other people in Leia’s life had some kind of narrative weight to them, because this is basically entirely about the Han/Leia relationship, how they are everything to each other, how they become each other’s whole world, how their time together is full of banter and love and everything else they’re trying to process after the war–but I couldn’t fault the fic for it, it’s tagged the right way and it’s obvious the fic is having a great time and embracing what it wants to embrace, and if this had been the ship of my heart, I’d have written a five paragraph long flailing screed about it and nothing could have stopped me! I recommend it because I think it will appeal to Han/Leia fans and I did enjoy the parts I read (though, it took about 50k for them to find Bail, this is a very slow burn of a fic, though, I wouldn’t say it drags! the whole point is the journey there) and it’s a nice fic to have in the fandom! ✦ Disappointment by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, au, a/b/o, 1.6k    All Anakin wants is a child. As an omega and the Prince Consort with access to the best doctors in the Galaxy, it shouldn’t be this hard to get pregnant. He can’t help but feel like a disappointment at yet another failure.    This is another fic that’s about embracing a trope and a thing that has personal meaning for the author, you can feel that coming through, but it was such a sweet and kind-hearted story, that it was about working through something and the crushing feelings that of course Anakin would feel, how he has these mood spirals when things don’t go well, and that can be cathartic to write and/or read for the audience. But that ultimately it was a hopeful story, that Anakin is going through these difficult feelings and it’s not like a hug can just magic them away or anything, but Obi-Wan is so in love with him and devoted to him that they’ll find a way to muddle through together. It was lovely and perfect exactly as it was, I’m so glad the author shared it with us.

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✖ Tell us about your worst defeat!

Asks for the warriors among us! || Accepting

“As long as you promise not to use it against me.” He’s trying to make light of it, but it’s clear that this memory does not sit well with him in the way he fidgets, shifting his weight from foot to foot and tugging on his scarf, and in the way he tips his head back to look at the ceiling before he speaks.

“It was a long time ago. Way back when I was still a junior padawan,” he forces a grin, fingering the red bead at the end of his braid, but the expression doesn’t reach his eyes. “It was one of those that was supposed to be easy, you know? The ones that most of us probably roll our eyes at at least internally, ‘cause it’s pretty much just dealing with politicians, and- I’d rather be fighting, or helping with relief missions, than sitting around in some cushy office listening to some pompous sleemo patting themselves on the back for calling us there in the first place for a few hours…” He no longer tries to look casual.

“’Course, it didn’t work like that for this mission. I can’t-” He pushes his hands through his hair. “I can’t pinpoint when, exactly, it went wrong, because it was a gradual thing, a lot of subterfuge and little things that I didn’t pay proper consideration to, and it all- built up, I guess.”

“I don’t know if you ever met Finch, but, he was a soldier, one of the troopers. He liked root-beer soda, playing sabaac on his off-time, card tricks, knock-knock jokes, and classical music,” his face shifts to a fond smile, but it’s weighed down by an old, dusty sort of grief. “But, he’d never admit that in front of his brothers. He was one of the friendlier, more outspoken of the bunch, and I think he was one of the first of the men who I really got to know, and made friends with, aside from, well, Cody… Anyway, Gramps and Cody were off doing something less diplomatic on the other end of the city, I can’t remember what, uhm…” He fumbles his journal out from his robes, and flips absentmindedly through it, as though about to look up the relevant entry, but he doesn’t look at any of the pages long enough to read what’s written on them, and quickly stows the book away again without finding what he’d been searching for.

“We were only supposed to be talking to the politician in the capitol. … I can’t even remember his name any more, it was Something-Oros, or maybe Oro-something, or, Force, I don’t know, it was years ago, but we were pretty much just there for show. I mean, yeah, there were reports of a few Separatist agents there, but only two of them, and they weren’t high ranking, and our intel all said that they were on the outskirts of the city, where Gramps and Cody were, so we didn’t really expect… We were only there as a contingency, really. There were local authorities and guards, and the politician– He was a prime minister, so, the Prime Minister had a bunker he could run to, like a, like ah– A panic room, one of those, but he still wanted a Jedi escort until the Seps were locked up. … I remember some of the men were joking about how they could’ve brought their datawork with them, and gotten all caught up. We didn’t expect anything to happen…” He exhales softly, and runs his hand through his hair again, though it’s all still neatly pushed back.

“I’ve forgotten so much about that day, but I still remember the conversation I had with Finch like it was just a few minutes ago. I’d just commed Obi-Wan for an update on his status, and he told us he was fine, that everything was going mostly according to plan. It was just taking a bit longer to find the last one - ‘Dug himself into quite a hole’, I believe was how my master put it. So, I decided to kill time by going to see the men, checked in on a couple of them and went along the rounds ‘til I came to where Finch had put himself on watch. He looked up when I came over and he said ‘Evening, Commander,’ and I said ‘Hello, Finch’, and he waved me over, so I sat down next to him. … He asked me, ah- ‘How’s everything on the south side looking?’, and I said ‘Same as always’, and he said ‘Yeah, sounds about right’. And we were sitting on the terrace, looking out at the city, and he said, ‘Have you ever shot a blaster before, sir?’ and I said ‘no’, and he held his gun up and said ‘would you like to?’ and I– Well, I was taken aback, and I said, ‘Here?’ He chuckled and said ‘well, maybe not now, but when we get off this rock, we’ll find a range, and I’ll make a proper marksman out of you, IF-’” Here, Braig holds up his hand, as though making the sudden demand himself, “'You teach me how to use a lightsaber.” The fond smile is back, and he appears to be staring off at some distant point on the floor. “And I said, ‘Finch, I can’t teach you how to use a lightsaber, I don’t think that’s allowed’, and he shrugged and said ‘lightsaber, sword, staff, very long stick, anything like that. I just want something I can poke Gauge with when he’s working.’” He prods his finger in the air a few times, mimicking the movements of his friend from so long ago.

“So I thought for a moment and decided that was fair, so I nodded, and he held out his hand, and I thought he was going for a handshake, so that’s what I was about to do, but as soon as I held my hand out he did this really weird– I guess it was still technically a handshake, but it was more like two highfives, and a fist bump, and–” He shook his head, covering his eyes with his right hand helplessly as his left almost automatically plays through the motions. It’s obvious that he’s thought about this a lot, but even then his hand fumbles over the finer details of the gesture.

“Again, I was really confused,” he says, once more folding his hands behind his back. “And he thought that was funny, and he looked out over the city again and started whistling - he did that a lot, told me once that’s why he was named after a bird - and I thought I might be bothering him, and that I should just let him get back to work. As I turned to leave, he called over to me and asked me how training was going, so I stopped and told him it was busy, but otherwise going okay, and he nodded and said that was good; Then, he paused, and put his hand up to the side of his helmet like he was trying to get a better read on his comm, and he said, ‘What’s that, Tiptop?’ And, I think he said something else, but there was this- tugging, on the Force, so I went to see what was causing it and then it was like- It was like reality turned into one big thunderclap. And of course now I know it was an explosion, but, you’ve been hit by one, before, you know it’s not always easy to think clearly after getting hit by one of those…” He shifts his weight onto his back leg, huffing out a breath as he looks skyward.

“I remember sitting up, but to this day I have no recollection of actually hitting the ground. I remember sitting up, and my vision was all blurry and my ears were ringing, and everything tasted all dusty, and I remember looking over to Finch and thinking, ‘is he dead?’ But, when I started getting up to go check on him, he sat up and put his hand on his helmet and said a bunch of words I’ve been told never to repeat, and this is where things start to get blurry again. He said something, I don’t remember what, and there was a lot of traffic over the comms - Like, a lot. Couldn’t get a word in edgewise, so, I just let them talk, for the most part. At one point, I gave the order to make sure the Prime Minister was secure, and another, when it had calmed down a bit, I asked what had happened, but for the most part I was more concerned with helping Finch, getting to some cover, and, of course, trying to figure out what just happened. We went down to the floor where the men had said the explosion had gone off, and there was this massive, charred hole in the wall. One other thing I remember pretty vividly is looking out through the hole, and seeing the city sprawling out before us, with its main road running straight out in front, and the sky got dark for a second before this swarm of vulture droids swooped down, and I only had a second to wonder what had happened to the men we’d had in the air before- Well, you’ve seen enough vultures to know what they do, so we had to get guys up on the guns, both on the ground and up on the terraces– I wasn’t so sure that was the best idea, since the building might collapse and it wasn’t the safest for them, but we needed to get rid of those vultures and that’s where the turrets were, so… … And of course there were a bunch of us on the ground, and that’s where I was, ‘cause, wouldn’t you know it, as soon as I get down there, the streets start flooding with droids, mostly B1s and B2s, the standard fare, but there were a few rollers and stuff, too, just coming out of a bunch of random buildings and marching down the street, shooting anything that moved. And there was screaming and smoke and the general chaos of a fresh battle, and I wanted to get the civilians out of there, but we only had so many men, and we had to keep the Prime Minister safe, so… I told the men to worry about drawing fire away from the civvies, and doing whatever they could to help with the evac efforts. Hell, I know we had our job written out for us in block letters, but, the Prime Minister was in a secure bunker, with his own guards, and there were men still in the building, and…” He shakes his head, even as he chews on his lower lip. “Those people, they had nothing. Nothing between them and the droid armies. There was no way I could leave them there and say ‘Oh, I was just doing my duty as a Jedi!’ … Most of the men, when I told them to draw fire and help the civvies escape, responded with the best tactics they could, really applying their training, but, Gauge - the one Finch was talking about pestering - he translated it as ‘make as big a nuisance of yourself as you can’. He was up on a speeder at one point– I don’t even know whose it was, but it wasn’t one of ours– Yelling a bunch of insults I’ve also been told never to repeat, throwing ‘poppers everywhere and shooting like he’d overdone it on the stims, and- Well, it worked for him.” He smiles, a faint chuckle breaching the wistful tone he’s taken on. “I’ve never seen a bunch of clankers look so baffled in my life. … ‘Course, then they started shooting at him, but he jumped behind a building and held out for a while.” He sighed, then looked up, even as his hands tugged on the ends of his sleeves - making eye contact for the first time since the story started.

“You would’ve liked him. Gauge, I mean.” He’s trying his best to seem casual, but the grief buried behind the guise is evident. “He was a bit of a fireball, but he had a good heart. He was a good man– They all were. Everyone who was on the ground with me– Loudmouth, Gauge, Tiptop, Skid, CallSign, Downslide, Aran, Ranger, Jackpot, and West. Those were the ones on the ground with me at the time… Only remember that because I wrote it down after we got back to the Temple, but I think there might’ve been a few others… Wasn’t exactly thinking too clearly for a while after. They were all really skilled soldiers, and I was grateful to have them with me– We all did the best we could, but, there were only a few of us against all those droids, and they’d taken us by surprise, and–” He covers his mouth, shakes his head, swallows.

“Things– Things got really bad.” His voice is hoarse, here, tripping and stumbling until it finally breaks over the last syllable. But, breathe in, breathe out, a cleared throat, and hands returned to being folded behind his back as he resumed speaking as though nothing had happened. 

“I thought for sure I was never gonna get off that planet. I mean, I don’t even know how long I’d been fighting, but we were grossly outnumbered and most of the men had been cut down by that point and I’ll admit, I was tired. Another thing I remember from that fight was this B2 bearing down on me, and before either of us could do anything - me or the droid - there was a hand on my shoulder and there was Finch, pulling me back and putting a bolt between the scrap-heap’s optical sensors. I hadn’t even sensed him coming up behind me - I guess I’d been too focused on the fighting, which- is, of course, something else you should never do in a battle. Anyway, Finch and I found some cover behind some kind of rubble, and we had this talk- The gist of it was more or less, ‘is everyone else dead?’, ‘Yes they are, Finch’, ‘Well, this is a pretty bad situation, sir’, ‘Yes it is, Finch’, and then trying to stay alive until Obi-Wan and Cody got there. I don’t know when we called them to request back-up, or if it had been some of the guys on the turrets, or if Gramps called us first, or how that information got through. I just know at some point, we got confirmation that the others were on their way. So, it was a waiting game, and we were pretty sure we were gonna lose regardless, but we wanted to stall for as long as we could.”

“We actually held out a long time. The waves of vultures had thinned out by then, so, every now and again we’d get a bit of support from the turrets, when they could spare the time and bolts. It helped, for a bit, and all the chaos meant plenty of things to hide behind or throw with the Force… We had a few other men come out at one point, but, there hadn’t been a lot of us there to begin with. Like I said, we expected the Seps to be somewhere on the outskirts, not right under our feet. And, Finch was in pretty bad shape from that explosion, and I think his ribs were at the very least bruised, so doing a lot of acrobatics and dodging and whatnot was out of the question for him. But we were- We were fine, until…” His voice staggers again, and he stammers over the last word. 

“– A tank. They brought out a kriffing tank. I have no idea where they got it from, how they got it onto that planet, or how they did anything, but they did it, and- and they did it pretty thoroughly. It was one of the first times I’d ever really been honestly pinned down like that before, and I remember just thinking to myself that it’d be a shame if I died, ‘cause, I still had a few chapters left in the datapad I was reading… I dunno about you, but, whenever it seems like I’ve finally used up all my time, I always gets the most mundane thoughts in my head.” He chuckles, softly, but it’s a frail sound, and he rubs the heels of his hands on his eyes as he sniffs once.

“I don’t remember how we got so far away from the main compound, I– I really don’t. We just were, and there was no clear path back, but there was also no way we’d get close enough to that tank with just the two of us… Finch knew it as well as I did, I think. We got to the mutual decision that the only thing we could do was run, and hope that the Force was kind to us. ‘Specially when the tank started shooting, and it was like Chaos itself had opened up and started hurling its worst at us… We figured, we’d die anyway, so we might as well make it a headache for them. … If droids can get headaches.” He shrugs, and though it might have been an attempt at humour it’s relayed in a distant, flat voice. He’s not trying to keep up the cheery facade any more.

“We ran, best we could, through the droids and the rubble and the bodies. And I remember the Force flared up behind me and I thought to myself that it was a shame I had to drag Finch into this mess, too, and he yelled something and I couldn’t hear what and then he tackled me to the ground, and there was this loud blast and a wave of heat and a bit of light that I could see, even squashed under Finch and with my eyes shut… And my ears were killing me, but right before they popped, I heard the start of this noise– Like, ah, like a stack of wet paper tearing, and this sort of crunching noise, and something metallic, like big scissors opening or a weapon being drawn really fast, and slurping and– A-a lot of different sounds, all at once. And there was something dripping all around me, but I couldn’t tell what it was– Think I hit my head when Finch took me down, ‘cause everything was muddled and dazed for a bit– So I thought it might be oil from all the broken droids, and stuff… I dunno how long I was stuck there, but I do remember that, all of a sudden, there were shouting voices and blaster fire and footsteps… I finally managed to get out from under Finch, and I didn’t have much time to wonder why he hadn’t moved, if the others were here, ‘cause before I could blink Obi-Wan had me by the shoulders and was asking if I was okay, looking like he’d just seen the Senate building explode or something, and I kept telling him yes, I’m fine, just tired, and I couldn’t figure out why he was so frantic, until he lifted his hand to touch my face and his hand was bright red. I knew it wasn’t his, ‘cause aside from a few scratches, he was fine, and I didn’t think it was mine, but I looked down and– And I was pretty much dripping with blood. And it wasn’t mine. I looked to Finch, and– Well. Ah. Half of him– Not, like, this half–” He draws his hand around his waist. “But, like– Vertically, so– His back was a while away, and–” He shudders, wrapping his arms tightly around himself and shaking his head. 

“I mean, I guess, technically, it’s not a defeat, ‘cause we won the battle, but– I lost. It wasn’t me who won.” He sighs, shrugs, and tries to force a smile again.

“Anyway, I’m gonna be late for meditation, so I’m off to the gardens. … See you around, ‘Soka.” 

He leaves without another word. 

[woodrowrimmerkirk]

Star Wars pairings that intrigue me

Padme/Obi-Wan

An eternal classic in my opinion. Obi-Wan would have been older and handsome when she first encountered him. They already seemed to have a lovely friendship, you add to that their shared compassion for others with the forbidden aspect of their relationship once she is with Anakin...all delicious. Plus it can take place (secretly) in canon or in an AU.

Padme/Krennic

This one mainly came to mind when I was looking up characters’ birth dates; Orson was only born five years before Padme so it could be an intriguing match whether as an alternative route for one or both of them, or as a failed romance...perhaps between Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones? And it wouldn’t offend those bothered by big age gaps. Another idea would be to have it during Revenge of the Sith time period, to fuel Anakin’s rage.

Padme/Maul

This is always an idea I enjoy because Maul to me always gives off a fairly young, if not innocent persona, with such mystery surrounding who he is as a person. I don’t know exactly how they might intersect in a ‘natural’ way but it could be brilliant if thought out carefully.

Leia/Boba

I always adore this pairing as an idea, especially if you just think of Fett as the sexy mysterious guy in a boss helmet like he is in the originals. Leia plays off a scoundrel so well, and he probably has Han beat on scoundrel levels.

Leia/Krennic

If folks like Jynnic but want to explore more Krennic love interests I think this could be most interesting. My main thought was him surviving at the end of Rogue One and his path crossing with that of the princess sometime after that. They could even be imprisoned at the same time by Vader and Tarkin. Imagine the witty, ball-busting stuff Leia could say to Krennic...

Leia/Lando

I have always had a soft-spot for Lando...I just really want to know his story. That, and he and Leia had hella chemistry, don’t tell me otherwise. Plus he rocks that cape like a mofo. Krennic is best bad guy in cape, Lando best good (morally gray?) guy in cape.

Jyn/Krennic

There is already a Jynnic following, as there is an Obidala one, but they are both marvelous. Jyn and Krennic can be deliciously and dramatically done in so many different ways. There are all the ways Jyn’s past could have been different to draw her nearer to Krennic, but there is so much potential for how it might go between them if they survived the explosion. I thought their on-set chemistry was palpable. Although Krennic basically murdered her family, in the world of fanfiction that is but a trifling matter for a brilliant pairing to overcome. I love the idea of an AU in which Jyn and her parents do end up coming with Krennic that day, and all the possibilities of how they might connect as she grows to maturity...and so forbidden and grand. The other AU idea I am fond of is one in which they both survive and end up stranded together or dependent on each or whatever...obviously to be at all realistic it would have to be a slow-burn, multi-chapter fanfic to show a plausible transition from Jyn hating him for what he did to the contrary. Even on his side there would be much emotional tribulation. But it could be so wonderful if done right...definitely would have to be a long story though.

Jyn/Lando

I like this pairing because although very different, I feel that both characters are opportunists and survivors in their own way. Their story could easily take place before or after the events of Rogue One.

Jyn/Chirrut

Okay, I can find NOTHING...and I mean NOTHING about this pairing. I think this is because folks really like Jyn/Cassian Jyn/Krennic and Chirrut/Baze...so do I! But let’s get creative people. A huge joy of fanfiction and shipping for me is expressing ideas of events that did not take place, but are captivating to think about. My second time watching Rogue One my attention was really caught by Jyn and Chirrut’s connection, which doesn’t have to be romantic blah blah...but it would be fun if it was. The way they touched each other in those brief moments and how they seemed to hold a deep compassion and understanding for each other...Plus Donnie Yen is super hot. If they were both the only survivors I think would be the best story...where they share their grief and find solace in the other...and Chirrut can teach Jyn more about the force <3