#obi lara au

[daisychainsandbowties]

You are such a threat to my free time.

First, 'luminous beings' made me reinstall Jedi Survivor and rewatch the prequel trilogy.

Now, I'm reinstalling Tomb Raider too?

You are dangerous

oh nooo making other people like the things i like whatever shall i do

[clonemedickix]

Rating: M for this excerpt only

Word count: 1.5k (maybe)

Pairing: Captain Rex x OC General Lara Lin

Warnings: hand to hand combat, quarter staff training, angst

Excerpt Summary - After testing the men for the new Dragon Company, Lara challenges the Generals, Cody, and/or Rex to a little sparring. Cody volunteers Rex like the good older brother he is.

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Excerpt:

The day went on and on like that. Some of the clones were better than others at self defense. Lara went through all of them, not even breaking a sweat, while Anakin and Obi Wan watched from their table, taking marks on what they saw. Honestly, Lara had taken them all apart, so the two men weren’t sure what exactly she was looking for. Rex had watched in silence, wondering what it was like to be up there fighting her.

When she finished her last candidate, she walked over and picked up her quarter staff, and addressed the table. “Any of you four good at sparring with a quarter staff?” Kenobi and Anakin shook their heads.

“Swords only I’m afraid.” Obi Wan replied. “Besides your question is clearly a challenge, and most likely a trap. I’m not that ignorant.”

“Come on now. Not even one of you four will get up here? I’ll play nice.”

Cody looked over at Rex and piped up “Rex can do it. He’s pretty good at sparring.”

Lara looked at Cody with a slightly irritated expression. A trap indeed. She looked over at Rex, who was shooting Cody a ‘what a dick move!’, look. Rex looked back to Lara and sighed, getting up slowly. “Fine. But when she puts me in the infirmary, you all remember this was Cody’s idea.”

The men all laughed and Lara smiled. “I give you my word, no infirmary will be necessary.”

Lara tossed Rex a quarter staff and stepped over to the center of the ring painted on the tarmac. She stood with the staff in the crook of her arm, straight vertical to the ground, and when he lined up to face her, she looked him in the eyes and bowed respectfully. Their eyes were locked on the other as he returned her bow. All three men at the table shared a glance - the look between Lara and Rex was positively steaming.

Lara started to pace around Rex to the right, rotating the staff in a circle on her wrist, watching him from the corner of her eyes. Rex turned to pace opposite her, waiting for the next step. She was lightning quick, he’d watched every sparring match with her that afternoon. She didnt project her movements, because she seemed to move on the fly so well. He saw her stop spinning the staff and started to move towards her, guessing she was about to come after him. He was right; he stepped into the ring just as she danced towards him to try for a side blow with her staff. He got his up to block her in time, and saw surprise and calculation light her eyes. He whirled back away from her, continuing his spin to bring the staff down towards her legs, attempting a swipe. She hopped up in the air over his strike, did a back flip, landing lightly and immediately gathering herself for a jump spin air kick at his face. He just jerked his head back to dodge the blow. So that’s how it’s gonna be, he thought. Okay, game on then, General.

Their fight got fiercer. Rex was actually very accomplished at hand to hand combat, and after watching her all afternoon, he had an idea of how to stay slightly ahead of her. The problem was, she didn’t tire, while he did. Lara started to wear him down, and the first sign was when she was able to snatch his legs right out from under him. He landed on his back, staring up at the sky in surprise. Lara didn’t offer to help him up, rather he saw she was about to finish this match with her staff planted against his chest or throat to show him he was dead. He rolled away from her and managed to get his feet under him, his staff up to defend. She stopped a foot away from him, her staff cocked at an angle, her eyes narrowed in concentration. He returned her look, eye to eye. He wasn’t going out peacefully - she was going to have to earn this win. Lara backed off a bit, opting to circle him again like an angry tigress. Rex circled opposite her, then went on the attack.

Lara did a backwards block, getting the staff over her shoulder and down to keep him from getting her from behind. She rolled forward in a somersault and popped up, turned and struck at him, getting blocked again. This time she did a back round out to put space between them, and Rex went after her, not realizing it was a trap to draw him in. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she leapt over his head in a front flip, spun in midair and cracked the staff over his back, hard enough to send him flying. Rex landed on his face, rolled to his back as soon as he could but before he could defend himself, he saw her spin her staff above him. She leaned in on one knee, bearing the staff down with two hands, pointed at his neck. Anger flared in both their eyes; Rex wanted to get up and fight her more. For her part, Lara was breathing heavier than she had the entire day, nostrils flared in effort. “Do you yield?” She asked him, her tone quiet and smooth as silk.

For a moment Rex didn’t answer. He realized he wouldn’t beat her, but she had his blood up and he was angry. Angry that he let her hand him his ass in front of the generals. Angry that she was so damn good. Angry that she wasn’t his to have. Angry that he couldn’t take her hand, stand and kiss her there in front of everyone present. He struggled to get his fury under control, knowing their little audience was watching. He finally took a deep breath and nodded. “I yield.”

Lara immediately stepped back and away from him. She watched Rex move to sit up and then almost as an afterthought, she reached her hand forward to help him up. Rex stared at it for a moment, long enough that everyone present thought he was going to reject her offer. Begrudgingly, Rex took the hand and she got him back to standing. She backed two steps away and bowed to him again, rigidly. He did the same, though this time he couldn’t look at her. He heard her say “Good match, Captain. You’re very good at this.” Rex nodded curtly. He walked over to the weapons rack and put the staff back in its place, and returned to his chair. He was still angry. Everything about her drove him crazy. Her eyes, her graceful movements, her hair, her humor, her musical voice, her smell. She smelled like some kind of flower and spice that he couldn’t name. It was intoxicating.

Lara had followed him with her eyes, aware that she’d pushed him hard in front of everyone. She risked a glance over at the table full of generals and Cody, behind which sat Echo and Fives. Echo was watching Rex guardedly, then his eyes met Lara’s. They were full of a knowledge about his place in her life. Not hurt so much, more resigned. Lara couldn’t help that. She wouldn’t deny she loved Echo and her time with him was fun, rewarding and special. But this thing between herself and Rex - there would have to be a resolution to it, sooner than later. But again, it had to be Rex’s choice. She hoped this Army was worth the cost of what Rex was trying to do, pushing happiness away with both hands.

[seasidewriter1-writes]

Do you have any more head canons for with obi and Lara I think they’re so interesting and love any bit of them. Also thanks for sharing the story!

Yeeees, I’d love to!! I’m presuming the ‘with’ was supposed to be ‘Sith.’ If not, just correct me and I’ll do another HC list!! And I’m happy to share the story, it brings me joy ☺️

In thinking about their dynamic, think Lord and Lady Macbeth (except equally matched, and minus the manipulation). They love each other desperately. They would do anything for the other. Be it to keep them safe, make them happy, ensure their status, or defend their honor, they’ll do it. Resort to violence if needed? Absolutely. No qualms about it (not outwardly, at least; we well know these two, even as Sith, would feel some kind of guilt for resorting to violence). The only solid thing in the universe they have is each other. To lose each other would be to lose the last grain of beauty and sanity that they both have. That simply cannot happen.

Both Elara and Obi-Wan would be happy. Not happy because they’re Sith, necessarily, not happy with the violent acts they’re committing. They’re happy that they have to have each other. Happy that for all the terrible things that have happened, for whatever occurred to bring them to the point of falling, they have one another. They’re in love, they’re accepting it, they’re happy. To others––their former fellows, former comrades––it may seem disgusting or disgraceful that they’re happy in any sort of way. To them the once admirable Jedi have fallen and fallen irredeemably hard.

Continuing in that vein––the stories people tell about them are remarkable. They talk about the model MasterJedi and Jedi Knight who fell victim to the Darkness. The war heroes Elara Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi who shunned their peaceable ways, turned their back on what the beliefs they’d heralded for so long. And for what? Some say love. Others say spite for the Order who had told them to hide their feelings away. Another’s still cite seduction––of the Darkness, of whoever fell first drawing the other to join them on the Dark Side.

Stars help you if you injure one of them. Because the other one is gonna come at you fast and hard, and it’s going to be very difficult to fend them off. They’re like guard dogs. Don’t mess with them. Many an enemy has been offed just because they sent either Obi or Lari sprawling and rolling across the ground.

When they’re around underlings or other fellow Sith or superiors, they are very much performative. They are their ‘Darth’ counterparts. Conniving, ruthless. Drawling flowery language, moving with deadly grace. But when they’re alone… when it’s just them… it’s them. Soft voices, gentle touches. They take tea and read together. They hold one another after a long, exhausting day. Like I mentioned in the other list, there’s something quietly sad about them, now, and that can be seen in these quiet moments. They sigh softly, frown. They let their sadness be seen, whereas they must hide it any time they are not out in public. Where they once had to hide their love, they now have to hide their sadness and their remorse.

[tennessoui]

I kinda love the idea of an Obikin adventure film type story… like Obi-Wan has been trying to look for some sort of ancient lost city BUT so are the sith, who don’t want to find it because of it’s history- but because there’s ancient gold/treasure/power.

Enter Vader, who infiltrates Obi-Wan’s team that he set up to discover the city (Ahsoka, the technician, Rex and Cody, the muscle), and ends up falling in love with him. However, cue deception era, and Obi-Wan giving dramatic lines such as ‘you LIED to me’ and Vader crying,,, for reasons.

ooo honestly you say adventure au and i can't NOT think of @ragnarlothcat's amazing As Holy and Enchanted which i know i've recc'ed before (recently) (sorry to blow up your notifs, rag)

also for that sweet and good self-plug i do wayyyy too often i have an adventure au as well with a ton of 'please don't think too critically about this' here: we walk among the clouds in the sky

But adding in deception?? Undercover work? Vaderkin?

this is amazing it feels like Lara Croft on steroids or something

[the-new-fanfic-order]

A playlist dedicated to the Mobster! Obi-Wan AU, Buttercups and Bloodstains

Listen

Criminal - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox feat. Ariana Savalas // Dream Lover - Jarrod Spector // Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra // Bette Davis Eyes - Jazzystics feat. Karen Souza // They Can’t Take That Away From Me - Jose James // I've Got You Under My Skin - Frank Sinatra // I Want You To Want Me - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox feat. Sara Niemietz // Be My Man - Jill Barber // The Heart Wants What It Wants - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox feat. Lara Johnston // Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words) - Frank Sinatra & Count Basie // Do You Really Want to Hurt Me - Karen Souza // The Look Of Love - Diana Krall // Baby I’m a Fool - Melody Gardot // I Put A Spell On You - Annie Lennox // Don’t Wait Too Long - Madeleine Peyroux // Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Cooltrane Quartet // Petite fleur - Jill Barber // Never Let Me Go - Stacey Kent

[rangerslayer-97]

Since you technically cheated with question L on that ask thingy (it said don't choose a character you loathe, and I know you loathe Tarkin! XD), you leave me no choice but to ask you three more questions! (I just wanted an excuse to ask some more... don't judge me! XD). This time round I choose letters: B, K and U. Have fun if you want to answer them! XD (also feel free to revenge me again)

Oh no! I am a fool to think I could get away with it! Did I actually cheat? OK maybe I did, you caught me XD

I won’t judge you for wanting to pick my deranged brain more, so it’s all chill XD

So... B, K and U then.

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B - A pairing–platonic, romantic, or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Ans: Oof, that’s a good one and a hard one. While I was initially on board with the whole Obitine (Obi-wan x Satine Kryze) pairing, I can see why the Codywan (Cody x Obi-wan) pairing actually works. I admit I have read fics that have Codywan and it’s a really adorable ship. When it’s actually set in an AU where Order 66 does not occur, cause that’s when the ship works best.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Ans: And another hard one... ... ... that is actually a had one. I’m even scratching my own head thinking about it. I would say the best development arc has to go to CT-25/ARC-5555 or famously known as Fives. Fives starts off like any Clone Trooper, he’s a Shiny like the rest of Domino Squadron. While his appearances are relatively consistent, Fives has two major plot points where he grows and thrives. One being the Umbara arc and the second being the Conspiracy 4-part episodes.

Umbara is when his thoughts as an ARC Trooper scream their loudest, questioning Krell’s leadership, asking the hard question “what is the glory of war?” if the jerk Krell is needlessly sending them to their deaths by the hundreds. His speech during the firing squad scene is most moving, telling his brothers to think for themselves. To choose, that they are human, they are men, not identical copies grown in-vitro in a test tube.

Fives really shined during the Conspiracy Arc. He could have been the trooper to single-handedly stop all of Palpatine’s plans. He would have stopped Order 66 from happening altogether. Of course, we all know, shit goes down from there and Fives loses his life.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

Ans: Three!? Are you for real!? Why do this to me!? XD Alrighty then. My 3 favourite characters from 3 different fandoms that’s not Star Wars so XD

1) Lara Croft (Survivor Timeline)

Lara Croft has been around for a LONG time. When I say long, I mean 24 years. Like most characters, she has been through some reiterations (looking at Original and Legends Timeline). Here I’m talking about Survivor Timeline Croft, that’s the Tomb Raider Reboot Trilogy (Tomb Raider [2013], Rise of the Tomb Raider [2015 - timed XB exclusive/2016 - PS4 20th Anniversary Release] & Shadow of the Tomb Raider [2018]). This version of Croft was what brought me into the TR fandom since I didn’t play the OG or the Legends games.

What I like about Croft is that she was given consistent character development, starting from being nothing but an Archaeology graduate fresh out of University College London, almost afraid to take a life, but learning the harsh rule of survival, quoting the antagonist of the first game in the trilogy: Mathias.

“There are no heroes, only survivors.” - Mathias; Tomb Raider (2013)

Following that, Lara grows even further and she will not hesitate to defend herself and learning some new tricks and skills. This can be seen in Dark Horse’s comics following the end of the first game. Her character arc is neatly tied in a package that gives Crystal Dynamics the closing Lara deserves in Shadow of the Tomb Raider. Her narrative and development are strong and consistent, it is believable (for the most part. I mean, I would be highly concerned if archaeology is like that). Just overall, Croft is a consistent character, with a relatively consistent development that doesn’t feel messy (looking at you Rey from the Sequel Trilogy).

2) Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn)

I know, this seems like an odd one. Aloy is still technically in her early stages, but I’ve learned so much about her in the 10+ hrs gameplay of Horizon Zero Dawn and its DLC The Frozen Wilds. Despite knowing way at the beginning, it is easy to put two and two together that Aloy is a clone of a bright scientist, engineer, and roboticist, and the creator of the Zero Dawn Project - Elizabet Sobeck, who died in circa 2066.

The reason I chose Aloy is... she’s still a developing character and I already feel attached to her as a person and not just a clone. She’s headstrong, fierce, willing to help people despite her upbringing as an outcast. As much as I am going to hold off from getting a PS5, I look forward to more character development of Aloy in Horizon: Forbidden West.

3) Spyro (The Legend of Spyro Trilogy)

This incarnation of Spyro is relatively overlooked and it’s a crime. Yes the 1996 original was amazing, but The Legend of Spyro Trilogy holds a special place in my heart, even though I only played the first game. Multiple times to the point I maxed out all four element breaths and their special attacks. I still didn’t get bored. From I know and read, I love the universe this version of Spyro is living in. It’s dark, there’s a sense of forebodingness and dread with the name Malefor over you. He doesn’t appear until the third game. The dark and gritty storytelling of Spyro’s origins, a purple egg laid in a time of war, it’s my kind of storytelling.

Spyro was brought into an unforgiving world and has to fight. Say what you will about the Original Trilogy, it’s great but TLOS is sadly being overshadowed by it. It needs more love and appreciation.

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I hope my answers are to your liking, @sirloozelite buddy XD

[fyrapartnersearch]

Let's Save the World

Greetings from Earth! First time poster to this blog and stoked to meet some new partners. My name is Chris and I’m a male nurse (Yo, you’re going to get some medically accurate roleplay) in his late twenties. I have a lovely wife and two stupidly handsome animals (Pictures of the animals available on request) but manage to maintain a pretty active roleplay life due to the fact that I work nights. The Basics: I tell everyone that I’m a professional. I try to reply 1-3 times a week and the length of posts depends on amount of characters in play. If I’m going to take longer, I always try to let you know. I’m willing to write male and female characters and focus on M/F as the male and F/F. M/M just isn’t my thing, sorry y'all. My limits include pedophilia, rape, and animal abuse. Anything else can be discussed. I prefer e-mail for writing (Chrisx104@gmail.com) but have Discord for plotting (NurseBatman#3674). If we get along really well, you can convince me into discord roleplay. The text limit just drives me nuts. I do use faceclaims pretty aggressively. Is there anything else? Central time zone?

Onto the roleplay stuff. I’ll start with originals and then dive into fandoms. I put extra *s by the lines that I will literally lose my mind if you approach me about. Searching hard! -The Social Media Age****** A m/f line that I’ve given a little thought to, looking for someone to write a young woman that is pretty much making her living being an instagram model/fitness person, etc. I think the proper term is *Influencer*. Meets and starts dating a successful guy with no presence online, the two falling for each other but at odds over their differing attitudes towards the world. -This American Life Something set in the 1970s, focusing on a roadtrip. A group of teenagers leave their small town behind to head out west. I love this time period. Can be supernatural, supernatural lite (think Twin Peaks weirdness) or totally natural. -Stranger Things inspired A group of four to six friends enjoy their last summer together in a remote town as strangeness begins to unfurl. I’d be willing to set this in the present but think it would be way more fun in the 70s or 80s. I have an idea for one of the kids having lost a sibling in a strange way when they were young and possibly some sort of cult in town.

Fandoms!

-Star Wars**

I'd really love to write Obi-Wan during the interim between the prequels and the OG trilogy. Hit me with some sort of love interest that he can go off and be adventuring with while Luke is super young.

-Preacher Seriously. Love this show, love this comic. Would happily write Jesse or Cassidy against Tulip. Just definitely looking for a Tulip

-Harry Potterverse

I'd love to write a pair of aurors, something original. I'm think, basically, magic buddy cop thrillride? That's literally all my brain has and it sounds awesome.

-The Boys Would love to write Hughie against Starlight! Currently working my way through the season that just dropped. -Marvel -I will love you forever if you write an Elektra against my Daredevil. They are toxic and in love and I love it. Whether it be the comics or the Netflix series, I don’t care. Someone please write me an Elektra. Netflix did a good job of portraying this one -Alternatively, I’d also be happy to write against a Black Widow, either with Daredevil. They were a mainstay OTP in the comics in the 90s and I’d love to write against Scarlet’s Black Widow. -Has anyone seen the trailer for the neverendingly delayed New Mutants movie? I would love to write something based on that horror aspect of the mutant universe.* -I’d love to write an older MCU Peter Parker (like college) running across a MCU version of Black Cat. Or just a Spiderman roleplay in general. I’ve always wanted to write Peter but have never gotten the chance! I have a ton of ideas for this, plus faceclaims for a few of the villains. Would also be willing to play him against Zendaya’s MJ, Spidergwen, or Silk (Deepcut)**************************** (I so badly want to write Peter) -One of the pairings that was done for a time in the comics was Star Lord against Kitty Pryde and it was actually a lot of fun. If anyone would want to do a MCU version of this, I would so *DOWN* to play Quill, Xmen hijinks a plenty in space -If you write Jessica Jones, I’d be willing to write almost anyone against her (NOT KILGRAVE). Just let me know. I’d be super down to write Luke Cage or maybe Matt Murdock. I do a mean John Constantine, which, let’s face it, is a cross company illustration of the two most terrible people together -Hawkguys! I would love to either write Clint against Kate Bishop (This would be a slightly skewed MCU vibe) or Kate against America Chavez. I would really love to do either of these lines. Or a poly version if someone is willing! -I’d love to write Logan as an active member of the MCU Avengers, possibly as a partner in crime/wetworks/murder with Black Widow. Those two could cause some mayhem. -Honestly, any X-men relationship could be sold to me. Just try it. I would love to find a Kitty for Piotr, a Rogue for Remy, or almost anyone for Kurt.

-DC I’d love to write Batman against Catwoman, please. Or John Constantine against literally almost anyone

-Hannibal I’ve been dying to do a sort of season 4 for a while now, focused on Clarice Starlings interaction with Will Graham and later Hannibal Lecter. Just need to find someone willing to create an original style Clarice. -Resident Evil I’d like to write Leon against Claire Redfield or Jill Valentine in an original outbreak or a new one. I know this is an old school fandom but I’m a diehard fan. -Star Trek Okay, so first up, I am not the most well versed Trekkie in the world. Never watched any of the TV shows but am a massive fan of the trio of rebooted films and would love to give Kirk or Bones a try against Uhura, Dr. Eve, or maybe a female Vulcan OC? Hit me with ideas! -The Matrix Another obscure fandom. Maybe just an original crew, set during the movies, after, or an AU where they’re the only survivors of Zion? Im not sure but I could plot something out!

-Uncharted I’d love to write Chloe Frazier against Nadine Ross, continuing their adventures. I’m pretty wide open on what we can do with this one. RANDOM CRACK SHIPS! Caught in a Web: I would love to write an iteration (Daniel Craig or an original) of James Bond/007 against a non superhero version of Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow. Spy vs spy shenanigans as two people working for different governments. Totally impossibly but putting it just in case: Did anyone see all that Wonder Woman/Lara Croft art that was floating around the internet earlier this year? I would love to dive into that. I’d prefer to write Lara but I’m definitely not picky. If you made it this far, you’re a hero and I owe you a beer. Hope to hear from some great writers! Let’s create something *EPIC*

[elsajeni]

SWRarepairs 2018 Letter

Hello! Thanks for checking in! I’m sorry if you saw this letter in its draft state -- I wasn’t expecting matches to go out as fast as they did! It’s all complete now. You’ve seen my likes/DNWs section in my sign-up already, but let me restate it here so it’s all in one place, and then we’ll get to the ship-specific stuff:

Likes: family feelings; bantering or bickering; moments of humor even in the darkest situations; pining; misunderstandings that turn out all right in the end; poly relationships; casual relationships; hurt/comfort.

Sexy Likes, if you go in that direction: light bondage; lots of talking during sex, both sweet and dirty; realistic funny or awkward moments. If you're writing about teen characters (since some relationships I've requested would lend themselves to that), I'd rather not have anything explicit on-page, but I'm fine with offscreen or fade-to-black implied sex.

DNWs: rape/non-con unless specifically requested; incest; explicit scenes with underage characters; detailed description of bodily fluids; drastically different AUs (I don’t mind what-ifs or canon-divergent type of fic, but I’m not interested in coffeeshop AUs, supernatural creature AUs, A/B/O, etc. – you know what I mean); infidelity; unrelentingly dark and grim stories (I like a glimmering of hope).

Star Wars canon preferences: you can probably tell from my request list that I love and miss the old EU/Legends content. For any relationship that features Legends characters, I’d be very happy with a purely-Legends-based fic, but I also love gluing the loose ends of Legends continuity into the loose ends of sequel trilogy continuity; please feel free to mix and match Legends and canon material!

Relationship-specific prompts:

Lando Calrissian/Mara Jade, Lando Calrissian/Mara Jade/Luke Skywalker

I liked Lando and Mara’s EU relationship, and wasn’t too happy with the “it was a cover” retcon – show me the time, or times, that it wasn’t just a cover. Or, how about an earlier meeting in their lives, when Mara was brand-new to Karrde’s organization, or during the few days they must have overlapped at Jabba’s Palace?

I’ve always liked Luke and Lando as a romantic pairing, too, so why not bring it all together? Three people who all care deeply for each other, who aren’t often in the same place at the same time, but when they are, well... let’s meet over a mug of hot chocolate and see where the evening takes us. (I’d prefer this with everyone on more-or-less equal footing -- not with Luke and Mara as an established/married couple and Lando as the outsider.)

Winter Celchu/Leia Organa

I’d like to see this as a youthful experiment between friends – something casual that doesn’t last, but that remains a fond memory and a little bit of an in-joke.

Oola/Leia Organa

There wasn’t a LOT of time for dancers to hang around unwatched at Jabba’s Palace, and they were only there together for a couple of days (and even that, only if we fudge the timeline a little). But sometimes it only takes a couple of days, and sometimes all you need is a few bright stolen moments.

Wedge Antilles/Leia Organa

This is definitely a Legends-influenced pairing for me – I’ve always been really fond of their close friendship in the EU novels. This is another relationship that I like better as something casual, more of a FWB arrangement that grows out of that friendship or a fling that ends happily than a long-term romance -- maybe during their early days in the Rebellion, or during the post-ROTJ period where Leia and Han are still sorting their shit out.

I’d also be interested in bringing this into the sequel-trilogy timeline. Leia and Han have separated, her kid has run off to join the Dark Side, the Republic she helped to found has turned in a direction she can’t follow -- maybe she can find some comfort, or some help, with an old friend.

Talon Karrde/DJ

I’ll be honest, I don’t really have a plan here, I just think this is a fantastic idea. I was thinking about Karrde the whole time DJ was on screen, and half-expecting him to turn out to BE Karrde, and I am delighted by the idea of this pairing. I think there’s something interesting here about grey areas, and the “rogue with a heart of gold” archetype, and what, realistically, it means to play both sides against the middle when one side is clearly and melodramatically evil.

Biggs Darklighter/Luke Skywalker

I like this best as a teen relationship that grows a little awkwardly out of their friendship, is fun while it lasts, and transitions pretty easily back into friendship when it ends. That said, whatever you do with this pairing, it’s going to be a little bit tinged with sadness; if you prefer it a LOT tinged with sadness, I’d also be delighted with a fic taking place in the brief window between when they reconnect in the Rebellion and the Death Star run.

Alternately, get weird with it -- find a way for Biggs to survive, or bring him back from the dead. Write that Space Winter Soldier AU that I secretly kind of love, or Luke being haunted by the literal ghosts of his past.

Wedge Antilles/Luke Skywalker

I would really like something that brings Wedge into the sequel trilogy timeline, and especially a look at what Luke’s choice to isolate himself means for their relationship. Was Wedge ever on Ahch-To with him? Have they been in contact at all since he disappeared? When he’s found, is Wedge in a rush to see him again, or are his feelings more complicated? (As you may be guessing here, this is an area where I am very comfortable with a “not actually dead” AU! If you like a more tragic tone, though, do feel free to go with the canonical ending of TLJ.)

The one thing I absolutely don’t want is for Wedge’s absence from the sequel films to be because he’s dead. We are not at home to the Moping Island of Widowhood, thank you, leave it as just a regular old Moping Island.

Wedge Antilles/Wes Janson

Let’s be honest, I’m mostly looking for more Wraith Squadron/Starfighters of Adumar-style shenanigans here. Alternately, this is a pairing that lends itself to hurt/comfort – both of these guys have more than enough canonical close calls. Or why not a bit of both? If you’re feeling ambitious, you could fix Isard’s Revenge for me by writing their reunion after they’ve both believed each other to be dead for weeks.

Myn Donos/Gara Petothel | Lara Notsil

Hurt me. Do your worst.

Listen: I re-read Solo Command recently and spent, conservatively, 90% of it crying about these two. What really works for me is those agonizing scenes where Lara’s trying to convince Myn to stay away from her, and clearly trying to convince herself as well – I’d love a fic that puts them in a situation where it would be so easy to give in, or a situation where she does give in and then has to try to figure out how to take it back.

Leia Organa/Han Solo/Wedge Antilles, Lando Calrissian/Leia Organa/Han Solo

What can I say, I love a threesome. With either of these, what I’d most like to see is Leia and Han inviting a friend (or, in Lando’s case, a friendly ex) into their bedroom as a one-time fling or a casual, but ongoing, FWB arrangement; I’m less interested in a long-term triad. If it’s Lando, I’d love to see a little tension between him and Leia as they sort out the boundaries of their respective claims on Han, but ultimately I do want this to be a happy, fun encounter for everyone involved. If you go with Wedge, I’ve always been very fond of his close friendship with Leia in the EU, and I’d like that to be his closer tie to her and Han.

Obi-Wan Kenobi/Owen Lars/Beru Whitesun

Obi-Wan -- Ben, now -- stays nearby, after he leaves the baby with them. Maybe it’s to keep an eye out, to make sure Anakin’s child doesn’t draw any undue attention. But maybe it’s not just that.

I’d love basically anything you do with this -- a one-time fling that everyone is a little embarrassed about in the morning; an arrangement that sees Obi-Wan stopping by the homestead infrequently for dinner and conversation and, after the kid goes to bed, a night of companionship; a full-on AU where Luke grows up with Uncle Ben as essentially a third parent.

Flim/Gilad Pellaeon

I saw this in the tagset for this exchange last year and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. The way I see this pairing, it all comes down to it really being about Pellaeon and Thrawn -- whether he believes Flim is Thrawn and Flim takes advantage of that, or he knows Flim isn’t Thrawn but accepts him as close enough (as long as he stays in character). With the latter, you might even go with Flim not knowing that he’s been found out and thinking that he has to stay in character... and apparently Thrawn would have done this, so... (Whether Thrawn ever actually did do this, or whether it’s a fantasy that Pellaeon was never able to act on, I leave up to you.)

This is one of my sort-of-exceptions to the “no rape/non-con” clause. It’s a pairing that lends itself to questionable or compromised consent, and I’m into that. The line between what’s “dubcon” and what’s “non-con” is blurry, but as much as possible, I’d prefer that you stay on the dubcon side of it -- deceit, coercion, and uncomfortable power imbalances, yes; violence, physical force, or explicit non-consent that’s ignored, no.

Mara Jade/Darth Vader

This could go in a lot of different ways, from something as relatively innocent as an uncomfortable attraction between two people with no one else to talk to, to something as dark as the Emperor ordering one of them to the other’s bedroom. Whatever direction you go with it, I do want it to treat the power dynamics and age dynamics here seriously, and to lean into the darkness that’s present in what we know about Mara’s childhood and youth -- no one here is having a good time or doing something they’ll be happy to look back on.

This is the other sort-of-exception to the “no rape/non-con” clause, for similar reasons. As above, questionable, compromised, or coerced consent, yes; violence, physical or Force-based force, or explicit non-consent that’s ignored, no.

(This is NOT an exception to the “no explicit scenes with underage characters” clause. If you write this with Mara as a teen, please keep anything explicitly sexual off-screen.)

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For the fluff ask, I would love to see an Obi-lara regency confession scene. I have a little headcanon where Obi-wan uses the line "You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope."

Finally, a chance to delve into the Regency AU! I’ve had a lot of fun with this, and that line you gave? *chef’s kiss!* I need more Regency Obi-Lara, it’s official!

P.S. I’m sorry this is so long, I got... REALLY carried away with this one...

There was much that could be said about Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was a master of fencing. An excellent mentor. Level headed to the point he almost came off as impertinent. And, in the opinion of Miss Elara Skywalker, absolutely insufferable. Insufferable in the way that he smiled, roguish and charming. Insufferably handsome, with a face the classic sculptors would only have dreamed of creating. Insufferable in his impressive intellect and his ability to make every sentence sound like one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Insufferable because she was helplessly, hopelessly in love with him, and that was a torture.

For Mr. Kenobi was steadfast in his ways. He’d been many years a bachelor, and found the life quite suitable. A long passed father had insisted he was duty bound to marry for the good of the family estate. That he must marry for money, not love. This idea, drilled into him for so many years, had turned him off from the idea of romance entirely. He was considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the county––but he was entirely unattainable.

Elara would not have met Obi-Wan had it not been for her brother. Anakin was a fencing protégé and had flourished under the tutelage of Master Kenobi. There had been a time where Elara had known him only by name; he was the mysterious mentor whom her brother spoke so highly of. Nothing but words of praise would be spoken about him—and then, as was proper, Anakin introduced his sister and his mentor one night at a ball. Much to everyone’s surprise, the two got along smashingly. They bandied words as though they played tennis, kept up with one another intellectually. Elara was a learned, well-read woman; Obi-Wan was a learned well-read man. They discussed Shakespeare and Socrates, debated on the best authors of the day.

Gossip started to circulate and speculations were made––Mr. Kenobi and Miss Skywalker would surely be engaged by the end of the summer.

And then they weren’t.

Which was most confusing, as it was often observed they were in one another’s company. At balls, the first name on Elara’s dance card was always Obi-Wan’s. At parties, they were always seated beside or across from one another. They took turns about the room together. It confounded local gossips that the two were not engaged. And though Anakin did not consider himself a gossip, he, too was confounded. Though he was younger than his sister, propriety required him to be her chaperone if the situation called for it. He had bore witness to the insufferable flirtations, which he tried to ignore by hiding the display behind the pages of a book.

It was in one of the many books in the Skywalkers’ generous collection that Elara had chosen to lose herself in. It was a dreary day, with slate grey skies and an air that foretold an afternoon of rain. It perfectly reflected her mood. She felt positively dreadful. She lay half-reclined on their sofa, head propped up by a brocaded pillow. One hand held the book before her face, and the other picked at the elegant stitching on the front of her dress. And though she was reading the words on the page, she was not absorbing them. She had read several pages, but had no knowledge of what had transpired.

As Elara turned the fifth page, she sighed.

“If you keep sighing that way, you shall forget how to speak entirely,” Anakin commented on the opposite side of the room.

Elara dropped her book to her chest and glared at him half-heartedly. Anakin sat half-slouched out of his armchair, a book of his own open in his hands. His stock had been removed and discarded the table beside him, and the collar of his shirt slouched open at the neck. The position in which he sat did not look comfortable in the least bit, but it was one he often found himself relaxing into at his leisure. He shot her a sideways glance and smirked with a brotherly snark.

“If you keep sitting like that your neck will grow as crooked as an oak branch,” she countered.

Anakin let out an ungentlemanly snort and shook his head, eyes once more returning to his book. “A spat is not the end of the world, sister.”

The spat of which he spoke occurred the night prior at the most recent ball. Elara was unsure it could even be called a spat; it had been more of a heated encounter. Whilst they were dancing, Elara had made a comment about Obi-Wan’s opposition to marriage. Something in him had smarted and an indignance had washed over him. He had launched into a lecture of sorts, commenting on the monetary politics of marriage, which, in turn had caused Elara to prickle. She and Anakin were not badly off by any means, but they were not considered particularly wealthy. His comment had been taken as a direct insult. The dance ended with them parting ways for the evening, ignoring the two other dances Obi-Wan had claimed on her card.

Hence was why Elara had been in such a vial mood. It was difficult to be in love with a man who abhorred the notion.

Elara lifted the book and hid her face behind it. “The end of the world, no. The end of possibilities, yes.”

There was a knock at the front door.

Simultaneously, both Elara and Anakin lowered their books and met one another’s gazes. Neither of them were expecting any callers that day.

Anakin closed his book, snatched up his stock, and started to haphazardly wind it about his neck. He hauled himself out of his chair and disappeared from the room, tucking the ends of his neck-wear into his vest. Once he was gone, Elara righted herself. The parlor was, for all intents and purposes, their receiving room. If whoever had arrived was there to stay, they would be ushered in here. A couple moments passed before Anakin poked his head back into the room.

“You have a visitor, Elara,” he told her. He arched his eyebrows pointedly and stepped aside, gesturing someone in from the hall.

Elara rose to her feet in order to greet her impromptu visitor. The confused pinch of her expression melted away as none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi stepped into the room. There was a hat and a pair of gloves clutched in his hands and his cheeks were flushed from riding. Behind him, Anakin reached into the room, grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it closed as he exited the room.

The silence that filled the room was stifling. It was all Elara could do to stare at her visitor. Obi-Wan stood before her, handsomely harried. Blue eyes wide, blonde hair ruffled, mud spattered up across his boots. He had arrived unplanned and unannounced, with absolutely no pretense. He had a reason for coming; and she was waiting on him to tell her what it was. But in that waiting, Elara could not deny that her heart was thrumming like the beating wings of a terrified bird.

“Miss Skywalker...” Obi-Wan breathed. He shifted the brim of his hat around in his hands, rotating it slowly. “I... fear I have made a grievous error.”

Breath caught in Elara’s throat, hitching so hard that her chest physically and visibly jumped. She watched Obi-Wan wet his lips, tongue darting out between them. He took a tentative step forward, and when she did not protest his further entering the room, he continued. He placed his hat on their sideboard without looking, moving as though he were entranced. Elara folded her hands in front of her stomach, and squeezed them tightly.

“And what error might that be, Mr. Kenobi?”

“The error of my words. I believe I misspoke last night. That is, I let my self-righteousness speak for me.” Obi-Wan stopped before her at a respectable distance. He swept his hands behind his back and did her the courtesy of meeting her eyes. “I did not mean to offend you when I spoke of the politics of marriage. It was not my intent to make you believe that I looked down on you due to monetary standing. I... find it difficult to even conceive looking down on you in any possible way.” For a long, still moment, all Obi-Wan did was stare at her. The guardedness that so often made him appear lofty had disappeared. A vulnerable tenderness had overcome him, and it softened his whole demeanor. “You pierce my soul. It is unexplainable. In your presence... I find that I am half agony, half hope.”

Elara felt as though he had stolen all words from her mouth, all thought from her head, and all air from her lungs. It took a moment for her to gather herself, and when she did, she asked,

“Why agony?”

Obi-Wan chanced a step forward and his hands dropped from behind his back. A shuddering breath passed between his lips before a confession spilled forth. “I love you so wholly... so completely... that my fear that you do not feel the same tears me apart.”

“And hope?” The question had been murmured so softly, it had come out in a whisper.

“The hope that you reciprocate these feelings is incandescently bright; it has guided me through the darkness of my idiocy and led me back to you. And should you find this profession offensive,” Obi-Wan bowed his head in deference, “then I shall excuse myself from your presence.”

Silence once more overcame the room. Obi-Wan remained with his head bowed, waiting for her reply. His confession clung to the corners of the quaint parlor like the most delicate cobwebs. It tickled the air like a pleasant, relieving breeze. Boldly––or brazenly, perhaps––Elara stepped forward and reached for his hands. For the first time, the skin of their hands met. It was breathtaking. His skin was warm, and it was calloused in spots from practicing with his saber. The minute their skin touched, Obi-Wan’s head snapped up. Breath visibly caught in his chest, which stuttered beneath the layers of his clothes.

“I, too, am at fault in this misunderstanding. In my inquiring of your aversion to marriage, I did not mean to offend you. I took offense quickly, and for that you must forgive me.” Elara swept her thumbs across his knuckles. “I will take away your agony. I will share in your hope. I will share in anything you allow me to... if you will have me.”

A stunned flutter of Obi-Wan’s eyelids dashed his lashes over the tops of his cheeks. His lips parted and a soft breath passed between them in a single word. In a name. “Elara...”

A thrilled shudder rolled along her spine at the sound of her name falling from his lips. It was the first time he’d ever spoken it; and she wanted to hear him say it again, and again, and again.

“Obi-Wan...” she breathed in return.

A breath fled from his mouth the moment his name left her lips. Slowly, his hands started to glide up her arms. They danced lightly over the skin of her forearms and paused at her elbows. Elara reached out and grasped the front of his riding jacket. One of Obi-Wan’s hands then rose to hover by her cheek. The tips of his fingers grazed against her skin as he tucked a curl of hair behind her ear. That hand then retreated back to her cheek, which it cupped tenderly. Simultaneously, Elara tiled her head back as Obi-Wan craned his forward. Their movements were achingly slow––but then their lips met in the sweetest, softest kiss. In that moment, everything was perfect. It was harmonious again.

There was no agony; only hope.

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Hi if your still doing asks ,how do you imagine sith couple Obi-Wan and Elara . Also your story is amazing and your a great writer!

Okay, I’ve talked about this with a friend of mine and this is the conclusion: Sith Obi-Wan and Elara—absolute power couple.

Like, absolutely frightening to behold. Because having opted to adopt the ways of the Sith, having embraced the Dark Side, there is SO much that they can do, and do together. They’ve embraced their passion to the utmost degree, most notably. They’re comfortable outwardly BEING with one another—touches, kisses, flirtations. Let’s be honest, the PDA would be unreal. Like, it would be so commonplace to see these two deadly, devastating Lords of the Sith sitting and holding hands. Which is so soft, because even as Sith they can’t not be, they just love each other so much; and, according to all the Codes and beliefs and what not, the way of the Sith allows them to be open with that.

Now, imagine if you would, Sith Obi-Wan and Elara in battle. I imagine they’re fighting styles, while still elegant, would be absolutely brutal. Not only that, they’d fight together as a combined force. Wouldn’t stand a chance against them. They’d have a reputation for being inseparable, both off and on the battlefield. So someone catches one without the other and they’re relieved. But you really think you’re just taking on Elara? No, sir, Obi-Wan’s lurking in the shadows ready to drop in with a snide ‘Hello there,’ and ensure the upper hand and their victory.

And given that it’s Obi-Wan and Elara we’re talking about, everyone would expect grandiose, verbose pre-battle villain speeches. But you don’t get them. They know that’s what expected of them, so with a lilted ‘ready, darling?’ they’re off and fighting. At most, you’ll get some flirty banter between them, and maybe some PDA—a kiss on the hand or cheek, all at the expense of their uncomfortable opponent. It’s when they start talking mid-battle you know you’re done for—you’re tired and losing ground, and now they’re monologuing, and the end—YOUR end—is nigh.

Also, Obi-Wan absolutely still does the dramatic robe drops—but when Elara goes to drop hers, he absolutely pulls it languidly off her shoulders for her (and maybe dashes a kiss to her head, too).

And for all of the treachery, which they are very good at as it turns out, there is a sadness to them. Whatever way you slice it, their fall to the Darkness hurt. They have each other, but god would it have wounded them as previously exemplary Jedi to, essentially, commit the biggest Jedi Sin. So in their quiet moments, they are very much as they once were. Just a little sadder. For as much as they snark and chuckle and click their tongues as formidable Sith Lords, all they want is each other. To have each other, to be with each other, to love each other. And they will absolutely do whatever they have to in order to ensure they can.

I literally love these two as a Sith couple, and will happily write or answer any hcs or questions about them.

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Modern!Balance/Obi-Lara AU

Requested by @rjnorth701​​ who wanted to know how I pictured Obi and Lari meeting in a modern setting!! I had so much fun with this, and will probably post more of my Modern AU headcanons for this universe.

It is widely believed across Coruscanti Elementary that there is something going on between Ms. Elara Skywalker, who taught 2nd Grade, and Mr. Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, who taught 5th Grade

It’s not unusual to see them walking in together from the parking lot if they arrive at the same time; he’ll hold the first door open for her, and once she’s inside she holds the second one for him

Obi-Wan will pop into her classroom before school starts to drop off coffee (sometimes it’s from the break room, sometimes it’s from a local coffee shop/coffee chain)

Because the 2nd graders have lunch earlier in the day, Elara will pop into his classroom with a fortifying tea, since he’s still got a while before he’s on break

Elara will sometimes leave late, and find Obi-Wan standing in the lobby, sifting through his bag for something. She’ll greet him, he’ll stop looking, and they walk back into the parking lot together

She helps him decorate his classroom for holidays, because her classroom is definitely the coolest

Every year Obi-Wan has his class perform a Shakespeare, and Elara always volunteers to pull costumes and set pieces with him after school

They’re the teachers that stand at the back of the auditorium during assemblies and chat by the doors

On weekends, they’ll sometimes meet up to grade assignments at a favorite café. They take turns paying for drinks and snacks, and never have to ask for the other’s preferred order

In staff meetings, they always sit next to or across from one another; it lets them roll their eyes and make subtle faces at things. If they’re sat next to one another, Obi-Wan will place a notepad between them and scribble side-comments in the margins to make her snort or chuckle or smile

It’s been like this for years, ever since Elara started working at the school

Obi-Wan, model teacher that he is, was the one to show her around the school, explain scheduling, apologize that the only break room was on the second floor with the 3rd through 4th Grade classrooms. He checked in on her periodically during her first week at work, was a friendly face in the hall as she was getting acclimated. To express her gratitude, she bought him a little plant for his desk (which he liked so much he took it home for holiday break so it wouldn’t die)

The staff is pretty damn sure they’re into each other; and it drives them nuts that they aren’t dating. They swear to god, it’s like living in some kind of Hallmark movie

So they do things to low-key try and set them up

Such as making them be the referees for the water balloon toss on Field Day (also making them run the three-legged race together)

Having them run the same booth during the Holiday Fair (picture this––Obi-Wan in a cozy cable-knit sweater, Elara in a cute sweater-dress with festive earrings, working together to sell holiday gifts)

The kids love love seeing their favorite teachers together on these occasions; it’s really cute to see their faces light up as they spot Ms. Lari and Mr. Obi at the (very not scary) haunted house

The younger kids will ask Elara if “she and Mr. Obi are like [their] parents” (which has her choking on her coffee)

The older kids will childishly go “oooo, Mr. Kenobi likes Ms. Skywalker” after she brings him tea (which he clucks his tongue at and then gives a short lecture on making presumptions)

There are even parents who think that they’re dating who are always surprised to find out that they’re not

And lets just say that one year Valentine’s Day rolls around, and Obi-Wan comes down to Elara’s classroom to deliver a very special card and a rose...

And then Acks, the P.E. teacher, is paying up to Blinker, the erratic art teacher, because the two go on a date that night, and all the ‘will they, won’t they’ comes to an end

Because finally, after too many years, Ms. Lari and Mr. Obi are finally together

I am probably (definitely) writing more headcanons for this AU, soo if there’s anything y’all wanna know more of/see... lemme know!

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First Austen/Bronte prompt request because I have no self-control when it comes to regency!au 😂 feel free to use both or choose one. I'll be a happy duck either way!

"if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more"

"you, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream"

Ahh, I love both of these so much!! Enjoy some private, sneaky, Regency!Obi-Lara fluff!!

The weather was most agreeable that day, with the sun having finally broken through the constant curtain of grey clouds. While walks were tolerable so long as the air wasn't too cold, having the chance to stroll in the sun was always much welcomed. Much favored. The onset of spring left the air sweet and cool. There were two individuals taking advantage of the temperate day; they were mere dots of color on the peak of a green hill. Both Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Miss Elara Skywalker were strolling side-by-side across his expansive estate. He had taken her arm to support her as they walked, as common decency dictated. But what common decency would shudder at was this:

They were unchaperoned.

This meeting was rather clandestine in nature. It was not known to Anakin, and it had been planned in quiet conversation when last they saw one another. Elara met Obi-Wan on the far edge of his property, and they strolled wherever they couldn't be seen by anyone in the manor house. Though their spending time with one another wouldn't be out of the ordinary; especially given their newly announced engagement. But til they were married, their being alone was still frowned upon. Not that it, quite obviously, had stopped them from snatching some time alone together.

"If anyone should discover us, our reputations would be ruined," Elara pointed out with a cheeky smile. That bright look was turned on her companion, whose lips curled into the most elegant of smirks.

"If that were to happen, I would simply have to marry you sooner. Save you from potential ruin," he replied.

Obi-Wan folded a hand over the one that Elara had placed in the crook of his arm. It was much to her disappointment that she couldn't feel his skin against hers; the soft kid gloves she'd donned prevented that.

"How gallant of you," she hummed.

"You always were quite partial to my gallantry, weren't you? You find it rather romantic."

A laugh tittered out of Elara's mouth, which then curved into a bright grin. One almost as sunny as the sky above. The couple had reached a beautiful, old sycamore tree. It had a number of low branches that provided a refuge-like alcove, in which the both of them had retreated to before. It was an excellent place to lay a blanket, take some food, and read to one another. A spot where they'd exchanged poetry and prose, and luxuriated in each other's company. It had, in a way, become 'their spot'––and it likely always would be.

"Gallantry comes second to your good nature," Elara admitted. She withdrew her arm from his own and strolled into the shelter of the branches. "Besides," she turned a smirk over her shoulder, "romantic gallantry would require you to compose your letters to me with a little more... ardor."

Elara leaned herself up against the trunk of the tree, her hands tucked between her back and the scratch of bark. Obi-Wan's lips curved into something almost roguish. He approached her silently, with assured steps. Once he was wonderfully too close, he reached for her arms. His palms clasped her elbows tenderly, and his eyes bored into hers with a gentle intensity.

"If I loved you less," Obi-Wan started, his hands starting to glide up towards her shoulders, "I might be able to talk about it more." His hands swept up towards her face, which he proceeded to clasp between them. The warmth of his palms bled into the soft skin of her cheeks enticingly. "You are like a phantom of sorts. You haunt my mind and stay my ability to speak."

The teasing aspect of her smile faded into something rather love-struck. Her glove-clad hands reached out to take hold of the front of his coat. "You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream. The sweetest of them, the likes of which I do not wish to wake from."

Obi-Wan pressed himself closer, which in turn had Elara sliding her hands up to his shoulders. His forehead came to rest against hers, which had their noses brushing. "There's no need to wake from this dream," he promised softly.

Elara smiled sweetly. "Good."

The warmth of Obi-Wan's lips brushed intoxicatingly against hers, a warmth that she chased after eagerly. The kiss was slow and burning. A result of keeping passions stayed for the decency of the public, of not even being allowed a brief kiss on the cheek to alleviate the desire. There was a tender heat to this intimate moment, stolen under the shade of the sycamore. There were many more of these moments to come with their impending union; but until then, they would linger in these slow, drawn-out kisses. Kisses that were warm as the spring sun above them, the likes of which lulled them into this dream-like state, one that they most certainly did not have to wake up from.

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No one asked for this, but...

I’m watching the Amazing Race tonight, and I got thinking about our favorite trio as AR teams. So, here’s some nonsensical rambling for y’all:

Elara and Obi-Wan are that team that works impossibly well together, consistently win legs. But they’re cunning. They know exactly who they want to ally themselves with and who they would U-Turn. They’d have a few snippy moments, but they’d get through it. Definitely the “I’m so happy I got to experience this with my significant other” pair.

Obi-Wan and Anakin are the team that bicker constantly. Constantly. The ones where you marvel how they can argue so often but still get shit done. Couple of close calls on almost getting eliminated. Obi-Wan does the puzzles, Anakin does the daring ‘you’re 300 ft. off the ground’ stuff. Obi-Wan has to do one of those Roadblocks where he has to dance; Anakin snickers the entire time.

Anakin and Elara—ruthless. I mean it. They’re the team that people see coming into a Roadblock and go ‘oh shit.’ They get frustrated with each other sometimes because Anakin jumps to decisions quickly, and Elara likes to take a moment to consider options. They get U-Turned, and they will U-Turn someone else. Very much the “THAT’S MY BROTHER/SISTER!” from the sidelines. Also the “so happy I got this chance to do this with my sibling” team.

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Modern!Balance AU Headcanons (pt. 2)

This is a continuation(ish) of my last Modern!AU headcanons!

There’s so much angst in Balance right now, that I took a break in writing Ch. 44 to write some cute, fluffy stuff for the Modern!AU––a reminder that things will get cute and fluffy in canon.

Elara and Anakin used to live in Arizona; Coruscanti Elementary is somewhere in New England. The adjustment to the weather was rough

Obi-Wan also totally gave Elara his snow/ice scraper in the school parking lot one day, because she desperately needed one. It had snowed during the day, and once school let out he saw her scraping snow off her windshield with her teacher ID card

In talking about where folks hail from––Obi-Wan grew up in the UK, attended an independent school. After Uni, and after teaching a while over there, he moved Stateside and became a teacher at CE

If you want someone who is gung-ho about spirit week, it’s Elara. Her classroom is definitely undefeated in the friendly ‘competition’ they do every year; all other 2nd grade classrooms vow to beat her next year

Elara likes make sure Obi-Wan is watering his plants properly; this leads to some playful bickering about when, and when not to water certain plants

Blinker, the erratic art teacher, is still the one who started the ‘will-they-won’t-they’ betting pool; and he’s still woefully not-subtle about it

Obi-Wan is an accomplished fencer. He’s practiced in all three disciplines but prefers the foil. He’s got medals, competed in competitions (maybe could’ve gone Olympic, but didn’t)

There is most certainly a date (or two or four) that involves Obi-Wan teaching Elara to fence (and as is true to the canon of Balance, he doesn’t go easy on her once she gets a hang of it, and doesn’t just let her win)

Obi-Wan’s favorite soda is ginger ale. Like... real ginger ale, the stuff that kinda burns your throat; but he’ll drink Schweppes or Canada Dry (if he must)

Elara doesn’t put much, if any, creamer in her coffee; but she does use flavored syrups or sugar. With tea, the preparation depends on the type of tea she’d opted for

Obi-Wan is a ~fashionista~

This man has an impressive wardrobe, and he knows how to use it. He’s got turtlenecks, sweaters, button downs, t-shirts, cardigans, scarves, coats, jackets, jeans, slacks, trousers, boots, dress shoes, well-kept sneakers...

And a small, but very flattering, collection of glasses

Elara’s apartment is filled with books, plants, and antiques. You cannot convince me that this woman would not love buying antique tea cups, tea pots, plate-ware, and furniture

She’s luck enough to have an apartment that’s got a bay-window with a window seat, so you can damn well bet that she and Obi-Wan snuggle up on that window seat with blankets, tea, and books and just have the coziest time

The first time that Obi-Wan invites Elara over to his apartment for dinner, they wind up dancing in the living room with ‘Dancing in the Moonlight’ by King Harvest playing on his record player

Obi-Wan is a motorcycle enthusiast, and people are genuinely surprised to discover this

He comes off as such a gentle, almost mild-mannered fellow that him being into something as loud and dangerous as motorcycles doesn’t compute. But he loves the freedom that they lend, the excitement of the ride––it’s, quite frankly, a great way to unwind

He typically takes a couple-days-long bike trip at the start of every summer to decompress

Also––bike date. Be it a ride, teaching Elara to ride, or eventually going on that post-school year trip... bike date.

And there’s an instance where Obi-Wan’s car breaks down so he has to ride his motorcycle to school last minute and everyone is s h o o k when he rolls up in his riding jacket, sunglasses, and boots. And the audacity to look that good like that and have his cross-body, leather school bag, too?

Elara is absolutely standing there, in the parking lot just like:

👁👄👁

Anakin either drives a pick-up or a Jeep Wrangler with those LED halos around the headlights; and whatever that front piece is that makes them look like angry eyes. The halos are usually blue, but sometimes he feels edgy and makes them red when he’s had a bad day

Ani and Padmé are happily married, and they both very much hope that Luke and Leia will be in Elara’s 2nd Grade class, and then, eventually, Obi-Wan’s 5th Grade class

Elara and Obi-Wan babysit the twins often and are always happy to do so

People sometimes mistake them as being their parents; and though they politely correct the assumption, they almost always get ‘you’d make great parents’

(...and I’m not [I totally am] saying them being so good with/always babysitting the twins is one of the reasons they, eventually, are like ‘we should have kids,’ but...)

These ones are a little sporadic, just things that came to mind that kinda flesh this AU out. Also got some Anakin stuff in here! I’ve got other, more comprehensive ones planned, because this AU brings me joy!

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I would love to see pre-confession Regnecy!Obi-Lara with something like this: “Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.” How though they are very close and friendly, there is still teasing behind the scenes (since it is ever so inappropriate to do so in public), And Elara is flirting more so than usual, if she hadn't really done so much before.

I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to get Regency!Obi-Lara into this situation, and this gave me the prefect chance to do so. The Regency period really gets me writing long-windedly, so I hope you’re ready for a read; hope you enjoy it, and the borderline cheap romance novel level innuendos! :)

The estate that Mr. Kenobi looked after was admittedly remarkable. The house was grand, the grounds lush and respectably large. It would be the perfect place to host a ball, but, unfortunately, he had never offered. The home was not open to the public for gawping; and it was rare anyone outside of Mr. Kenobi’s small social circle ever received an invitation to visit. No one got to see his vast collection of artwork. No one was allowed to peruse the titles in his impressive library. He enjoyed his privacy, that was no secret. And though the rooms were large and well furnished, they felt markedly empty. The halls were too quiet. For the only inhabitants of the home were Obi-Wan himself, and the small staff that saw to the upkeep of the estate, who were quiet as field mice as they went about their work. For a place of momentous beauty, there was a remarkable air of sadness about it.

Elara Skywalker was one of those lucky few that had been invited to the estate. She and her brother Anakain––Obi-Wan’s protégé––were often invited over for tea, or to take the air in a turn about the gardens. Those occasions had allowed Elara to admire the lavish paintings and life-like statues, and upon learning her of her love of reading, she’d been invited to peruse the extensive titles housed in the library. And on those rare nights Obi-Wan had decided to host small, private parties, her name always proceeded her brothers on the list of invitations. This, of course, became source of gossip around town. Though, Elara had learned it was the innocent sort––whisperings of courtship and marriage, which were rampant at this time of year, anyways. They did not bother her; and they did not appear to bother Obi-Wan either. If anything, they were a perfect source of amusement.

On this particular occasion, however, Elara was not at Mr. Kenobi’s estate to admire the swaths of paint brushed over canvas. She wasn’t even there to return the last book he’d allowed her to take from his shelves. Instead, she was there to meet her brother, who’d been engaged in fencing practice with Obi-Wan all morning. She was led by a kindly butler to a room at the back of the lavish house, which faced the sprawling green lawn and flowering garden at the estate’s rear. Its large windows allowed for natural light to spill across a warm hardwood floor, and caused the white walls and gold moulding to glow. It was the sort of room perfect for a ball; but it had been reserved, almost exclusively, for the practice of fencing.

This fact was made perfectly evident by the sound of boots harshly trodding on wood, and the tinny sound of blades meeting. This noise only grew louder when the door was opened, and Elara was allowed a glimpse of the activities inside. As the butler slipped through the door, she spotted Anakin making a tactical retreat as Obi-Wan advanced with a swift sort of grace. The rapid racket of blade meeting blade snapped through the air, and only stopped when the blunted tip of Obi-Wan’s sabre pressed into Anakin’s chest. The blade bowed in a gentle arc at the impact. There was a sigh from Anakin, who lowered his own blade in conceded defeat.

“Sir,” interrupted the butler. Both men snapped their attention towards him, breathing hard in the conclusion of their exercise. “A Miss Skywalker has arrived, sir.” Obi-Wan righted himself at the mention of her name, and she couldn’t help but smile softly down at her feet, still mostly obscured by half-open door. “Shall I have her wait in the parlor?”

He shook his head. “No, thank you, she may enter.”

“Of course, sir.”

The butler stepped aside, pulled the door open fully, and gestured for her to enter. Elara offered her thanks as she stepped past him, and he inclined his head in acknowledgement.

“Ah, sister!” Anakin brightly greeted from the opposite side the room. “Just in time as always.”

A gentle, though slightly crooked, smile pulled across her face. “Yes, just in time to see you get absolutely thrashed by your teacher.”

The grin that had sat on Anakin’s face dissolved just as one on Obi-Wan’s grew. The older man slapped his protégé on the shoulder with a fond chuckle.

“I wouldn’t call it a thrashing. Not this time, at least,” he assured.

Anakin snorted. “How grateful of you to say so.” He moved to the rack at the side of the room, which supported an array of fencing swords. He replaced the one he’d been using and made his way towards his sister. “Allow me but a moment to refresh and redress,” he said.

As he passed Elara on the way out of the room, he placed a hand on one of her cheeks and bent his head to kiss the top of hers fondly. A half-laughed, half-displeased sound hummed at her lips––his hand was sweaty and he didn’t smell particularly rosy. Before Anakin left the room he darted his eyes between his sister and mentor with a silent teasing: I shall trust you alone together just this once.

It was with that that Elara and Obi-Wan were left alone. There was a brazenness in both of their silences. They were both unmarried, which meant that one or both of them should have insisted she be escorted to the parlour to wait for her brother. But neither of them did. This, of course, would have been cause for salacious gossip, especially given Obi-Wan’s state of dress. He was in a state of undress, sans his stock and his jacket, which left him in just his waistcoat and shirt sleeves. This was a state she’d seen her brother in many times; it was, of course, a quite relaxed style gentleman wore at home. But Obi-Wan Kenobi was not her brother. And he looked disarmingly handsome in such a state of undress. His face was pleasingly flushed, his hair a becoming disarray. The collar of his shirt had slouched open to reveal the naked column of his throat and a blush-inducing sliver of his chest. Not to be one caught staring, Elara proceeded to direct her attention to the tall windows, which she then strolled towards.

“I’m afraid your brother must have wished to catch me off guard. He did not mention you would be coming by today,” Obi-Wan admitted. With sword still in hand, he moved to the sideboard where a pitcher of water and a set of glasses waited for him. “If I had known, I would have dressed more appropriately.”

“We shall blame my brother for your impropriety then, Mr. Kenobi. We wouldn’t wish to besmirch your flawless reputation,” Elara replied. She stopped at one of the windows, dutifully observing the garden beyond it. “I shall forgive you, in this instance. I cannot be insulted by your state of dress, for one does not expect a gentleman to fence in the restriction of his jacket.”

“I thank you for your kindness, then, Miss Skywalker. It is most becoming of you.”

With the starts of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Elara proceeded to meander towards the sword rack. Once there, she delicately reached out to gently brush gloved fingers over the pommel of one particular foil. It was elegantly crafted, a subtle sign of the wealth that Obi-Wan did not care to flaunt. Perhaps, she realized, that was why the estate was never open to the public. He was a humble man; he did not wish to flash his good circumstance in the faces of those who were left wanting.

“Are you... familiar with the blade, Miss Skywalker?” asked Obi-Wan from across the room. There was a lilt of something in his voice, which had her turning her attention on him. There was a sly gleam in his eye, a slight up-tick to the corner of his mouth. The aspect that had entered his voice was teasing, almost, bordering on a kind of boldness that would have made others quietly tut.

The smile on Elara’s face grew widely, but she then forced it back into something coy and small. With a demure little shrug, she turned her attention back to the sword rack. “Not as intimately as others may be, but I have been made aware of the many uses and techniques of the sabre. I have always found myself rather intrigued by them.”

There was a slow plodding of boots against flooring as Obi-Wan crossed the room. It was only when they came to a stop beside her that Elara looked up. A light, roguish smirk played at the corner of his mouth. He pointed to the sword that she’d been admiring.

“That, my dear Miss Skywalker, is a foil. This,” he lifted fencing implement in his hand pointedly, “is a sabre.”

Its hand-guard had been elaborately engraved and burnished, and there were a number of scratches and scuffs marring its once pristine metal. It was clearly well looked after and well loved, but it had seen many practices, and likely many showcases. Elara smiled, a demure little look, and tipped her chin in a means to incline her head.

“Thank you for the correction, Mr. Kenobi. It’s a lovely sabre, the detail work is impeccable.” She turned her attention out the window again, a coyness entering her expression. “Perhaps one day you might allow me to handle it.”

There was a shock of silence between them, interrupted only by a quiet, amused chuckle from Obi-Wan.

“If I didn’t know any better, I might say you were daring to attempt a flirtation,” he drawled.

Elara turned a coy smile on him, which glowed in the pleasant warmth of the afternoon sun. “Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.”

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The Mummy!Balance/Obi-Lara AU

A big thanks to @rjnorth-writes​ who helped me flesh this out! And a shout out to @ban-joey​ who asked to hear some headcanons!

Kinda like the Moulin Rouge! hcs, I’m gonna do some basic ones, but if y’all want ones that, like... follow the plot of The Mummy in more detail, or want a particular scene expanded on, lemme know!

So let’s start with a little dramatis personae:

Elara Skywalkers works as a librarian at the Cairo Museum of Antiquities. In the grand scheme of things, she’d love to work in the field, or in some more substantial role at the museum. But because it’s 1926, it doesn’t matter if she’s good at what she does––and she is good at what she does, you should see the stack of note filled journals she’s got––she’s relegated to librarian. And though it’s not what she wants to do, she does still enjoy it. Being around books all day is a joy; especially when she gets a chance to sit down and read a couple.

Then there’s Anakin. He’s the cocky little brother who manages to get a job as an assistant archeologist. He gripes about the fact that she’s not out there with him, and that she’d be able to identify things twice as fast as the white-bearded men that strutted around the sites. His a mischief maker, loves to bother Elara at work. Sometimes he’ll accidentally mess up her organizing, and as punishment she’ll make him assist her in putting the books away.

And last, but certainly not least––Obi-Wan Kenobi. A good, honorable, loyal soldier. Followed his troop into the desert on a goddamn rumor, because he wasn’t about to let them go without him. Betrayed by his comrade Hondo, he was left stranded in the desert, wandering until he made it to Cairo. Such events left his trust fractured, his exterior a little rough, and he’s more guarded than he’s ever been. What was once easy going charm, is now apathetic snark. He’s quick to action, slow to trust.

So it all starts when Anakin lifts a strange artifact off a stranger at the kasbah

He doesn’t steal, not usually. But this thing... this golden box with hieroglyphics on its sides... something about it is different. The man in possession of it seemed like a drunk, all scruffy hair and wild beard, sweat-stained clothes with sand in its creases

So he just... lifts it out of the guy’s pocket, puts it in his own, spares some money to buy the guy another drink, and then slips off into the night

Elara is more than intrigued with the thing, especially when she and Anakin figure out how to open it and discover the map inside––the map to the fabled Hamunaptra

Curator Windu (somehow, it works for him to the the curator, amIright?) discourages them from researching the matter further, or trying to follow the map

And Padmé, an American ambassador to the museum agrees with said notion

So when it comes out that Anakin stole the map and was not allowed to borrow it for ‘research purposes,’ Elara gives him the most long suffering look, and them whaps him with a pocket-sized book on ancient Egyptian history

After doing some good old-fashioned snooping around, Elara and Anakin discover that the man he robbed was arrested for brawling (and probably other charges he’s been avoiding)

At the jail they meet the jailer––Watto. What fun.

They’re brought to a cell, where the man they requested to meet is brought... and he is apathetic to say the least

He’s scruffy looking, with a bushy bead, stringy hair down to his shoulders, and sweat stained clothes

He clocks Anakin once he recognizes him and realizes what he did

Is very snide about the fact they want to know about the map (”I’m afraid you think me dumb. It’s obvious you’re in search of Hamunaptra.”)

When Elara steps forward to take the reigns of the conversation, apathy turns to roguish charm; which leads to his getting her close enough to the bars to kiss her through them, demanding that she get him out of there if she wants his help

And Elara is reeling from that kiss because it’s quick and rough and lingering, and nothing like that has ever happened to her before

One he’s saved from execution, he founds himself duty bound to help out the pretty lady and her snarky brother. So arrangements are made to help them journey out into the goddamn desert––‘cause that went well last time

Needless to say when the previously very scruffy Obi-Wan Kenobi is perfectly clean cut, Elara is thrown for a loop

 Because now his hair is cut and clean and swept into a perfect side-sweep. He’s clean shaven. And his clothes are crisp and clean... he is, perhaps, the most handsome man that she’s ever seen, and she is visibly struck by that

And yet she is reminded of his sharp, snide attitude and that has her more than a little hesitant. After all, the devil has a beautiful face...

Obi-Wan re-encounters Obi-Wan on the river boat, much to his chagrin; and even worse, Hondo’s taken to flirting with Elara, which gets him strangely riled up

And so he throws Hondo into the River Nile... but not while Elara is watching. Not that it would matter if she’d been there, because he didn’t care what her opinion of him was. Nope, he couldn’t care less that her opinion of him was at ground level...

By the time they make it to Hamunaptra, it’s become clear that Obi-Wan’s got a soft spot for Elara, who’s been happily rattling off facts about the lost city, the desert, ancient Egyptian culture... it’s endearing how excited she gets when discussing such things. And he’s happy to listen. Quietly, of course

And Elara realizes that he isn’t too bad––despite throwing her into the Nile, having a snarky comment for every situation, and being an over-all rogue. There’s a charm about him, something warm hidden beneath the exterior of a man who had been through and seen much

Dooku and Wyle are part of Hondo’s expedition crew

And it is through working their way through the tombs that the roguish Obi-Wan Kenboi finds himself being softer and softer towards the bookish, beautiful Elara Skywalker; and her brother’s growing on him, but he’s still a cocky bastard. And that Elara finds herself particularly drawn to this roguish man that seems to have a hidden soft side

And Anakin is watching it all happen, not sure whether he should egg them on, or be completely disgusted by it

Over drinks under a cloudless, nighttime desert sky, Elara asks Obi-Wan to teach her how to fight; and he agrees, and is pleasantly surprised that, even drunk, she’s a natural

They almost kiss again... but just as Elara goes in for it, Obi-Wan stops her and urges her to get some sleep... which comes sooner rather than later, given as she passes out shortly afterwards

The action and adventure only drives them closer together; the Mummy seems to have taken an interest in Elara, which neither Anakin or Obi-Wan are a fan of––and she really isn’t a fan of––and that drives them all back to Cairo

Obi-Wan and Elara get into it when he insists the best thing to do is flee, and she thinks it’s best to stay and fix the mess they’d made. She thinks they should stand their ground, and he fires back with the fact that this was not what he’d been contracted to do, and he didn’t start anything

So they part ways on bad terms, leaving Elara and Anakin scrambling to figure out how to fix this mess; and she’s initially enthusiastic when Obi-Wan makes his harried return, spewing something about the fact the Mummy and all its plagues were coming to Cairo for revenge

Elara, true to form, ends up being self-sacrificing and agrees to go off with Hondo and the Mummy, much to Anakin and Obi-Wan’s horror; but she knows that if there’s anyone that’ll fight through hell to get to her, it’s Anakin...

And she’s got a feeling Obi-Wan might just do so, too

And by the end of it all, that assumption is proved correct. He fights like hell to save her, even though she’s held up damn well on her own

The funny thing, both of them find, is how these situations can drag the right people together. How the danger makes you both re-evaluate and evaluate what matters. It reinforced just how dear Anakin and Elara are to one another. It revealed that, despite the circumstances of their meeting, Anakin and Obi-Wan are a good team. And it showed how a rogue and a librarian might just be perfect for one another.