#or when him and Padme go out and he holds her hand he kinda holds his other arm out and waits for Ahsoka to grab it and she never does

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

A long list of Clone Wars headcanons just cause

Sometimes Ahsoka will get the zoomies and how she handles that energy is roughhousing with Anakin who's more than willing to participate 

It becomes a show for the 501 because seeing the small togruta tackle the lanky ass nightmare that is Anakin Skywalker to the floor is hilarious 

They are both guilty of not knowing their strength so some people (cough cough Obi-Wan cough cough) caution them against it they don’t really listen tho which has resulted in some pretty hilarious injuries 

One of those injuries happened when they were playing around and Ahsoka shouldered Anakin so abruptly that he fell back on him tailbone and got the wind knocked out of him she sat by his side laughing her ass off

It took her an unreasonable amount of time to realize he was in pain and when she did she started apologizing like crazy she still gets embarrassed when people bring it up and still apologizes years later

There was another time when Ahsoka turned her back to Anakin when they were roughhousing and he pushed her so hard that she almost fell off of the landing platform they were standing on

He snatched her up by the stomach while muttering “I’m so sorry” and then he started frantically checking to make sure he didn’t seriously hurt her while Ahsoka laughed so hard she swears to this day that she pulled something 

Unfortunately when the laughter stopped she did realize she managed to sprain her wrist and when Anakin found he helped her wrap it

You’d think that they’d learn from these incidents but nope they still play fight like two big dogs 

Even tho Anakin and Ahsoka’s place is pretty clean it’s never really quiet there’s always gotta be some kinda noise 

Sometimes it’s Ahsoka’s music playing loudly in her room, sometimes it’s a holomovie in the living room, and sometimes it’s just them bickering in the kitchen

It doesn’t matter what it is it’s never truly quiet even at night there’s a small amount of noise from Anakin’s snoring (which he denies) and Ahsoka’s purring thing (which she also denies) 

As crazy as it sounds the people closest to them will admit that their noise is strangely comforting  

Anakin and Ahsoka are so freaking similar that it turns heads sometimes they’ll say something the other said but they’ve never heard like “This is where the fun begins” 

It’s stopped Obi-Wan in his tracks before it kinda freaks him out and worries him a little bit but it also puts a small smile on his face when the duo says the same thing at the same time

They’re also able to predict how the other will react once Ahsoka was teaching the clones tricks with her saber and they broke it they felt terrible but they were also terrified about Anakin’s reaction 

Ahsoka was the only calm one in the room and explained to the group that Anakin would pretend to be pissed for about an hour but then he’d “calm down” and ask for the parted to fix it and by that time rolled around she’d already have his favorite holo prepped and food from Dex’s

They listened to her with a healthy amount of skepticism and were happily surprised to find out the next day that she was right  

There was another time when Anakin and Obi-Wan decided to buy Ahsoka her favorite boba to soften the blow that she wasn’t gonna go on a mission Anakin told Obi-Wan that she’d be happy for a minute before asking what happened and he was right 

When Ahsoka got closer to Anakin the clones and everyone else she showed her secret passion for acting like she doesn’t know them in public when they piss her off

It worked a couple of times and one of those times Rex almost got arrested because the officer didn’t believe that they were the commander and captain of the 501st Rex didn’t blame the dude because he couldn’t prove it without Ahsoka’s help and she refused to back him up

Ahsoka finally dropped the act when the cuffs came out but she was still kinda reluctant

She did agree to take a break from that prank and she stopped doing it entirely when Obi-Wan had to bail Anakin out of jail (she bought a lot of boba for a very long time to make up for that one)

They will reference the prank occasionally by asking each other at random points in the day “Do I know you?” 

Like sometimes they’ll be out and Anakin will ask “Have we met before?” most of the time Ahsoka will answer “No actually we haven’t” (this girl is wearing his cloak he’s wearing one of her headwraps and his arm is resting on her head) 

Sometimes Padme will make a big deal of taking Anakin and Ahsoka out to do something just the three of them

Whenever Padme and Anakin show the smallest form of affection towards each other Ahsoka makes a big deal about gagging Anakin makes a bigger deal of “evening it out” 

Like if he kisses Padme and Ahsoka gags he’ll grab her and give her a big smooch on the forehead and then like the little shit that he is he’ll whip his lips calling her greasy

She gets him back by whipping the spit off her forehead with his robes (and also backhanding him which Padme kindly ignores)

Padme will sometimes tease her too like if she grabs Anakin’s hand then she’ll link arms with Ahsoka and make a small comment like “There now you’re even”

Sometimes Ahsoka will get them both back in the moments when they check on each other first she’ll make a big deal about saying “Well kriff me I guess” even if she doesn’t have a scratch on her 

Both Anakin and Padme will make a big deal about checking her for injuries with a couple of comments like “Oh my poor little padawan you have a scratch from training last night how did you cope”

I said in my first post that Ahsoka and Anakin have a playlist and I love the idea that they have different titles for them like “Obi-Wan’s least favorite playlist” “get ready to kick seppie’s ass” “the council pissed me off again” and stuff like that 

It’s all in good fun but they’ll never let anyone else see those titles because they know it’ll get a good scolding from Obi-Wan

The moment Obi-Wan knew Anakin had formed an “unnecessary attachment” wasn’t some big life-or-death moment on the battlefield 

In hindsight it was a pretty funny moment that was caused by Anakin’s stupidity cause he had broken a glass earlier that day and he thought he got all the pieces so he didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Ahsoka

Next thing he knows the poor togruta is gasping in pain and when he goes to check on her she’s sitting on the kitchen floor while the mother of all glass shards is sticking out of her foot 

Now you might be asking “How did Anakin miss a glass shard the size of his hand?” he honestly couldn’t give you an answer but he could tell you was in that moment he realized that he forgot to restock the med kit even though Ahsoka had reminded him about it earlier that day

All Obi-Wan got to see of this was a blur of Anakin holding his profusely bleeding padawan while yelling at the top of his lungs “Move she’s bleeding out!”

No one can really blame the man for dropping everything he was doing to chase after his former padawan and they also can’t blame him for assuming the worst like her being stabbed or shot

He didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked into the halls of healing but it wasn’t an embarrassed Anakin standing over a cackling Ahsoka as the healers scolded him for causing a scene

He makes a silent note to give Anakin a small lecture about keeping his emotions under control before checking on his giggly grand padawan

[jessicas-pi]

Problem Children AU incorrect quotes

Jadan, throwing his head into Esme's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Esme, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are. --- Asajj: If you want my advice- Esme: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your boyfriend. Multiple times. Asajj: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, he’s also tried to kill me. Quinlan: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. --- *Esme is talking about her past* Esme: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow. Ahsoka: Esme, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years! Jadan: Oh, I'm sure it gets better! Esme: Ha! No, at eleven, things really took a turn for the worse.

--- Cody: Something tells me Jadan's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Jadan, holding a lit match and a bag of space cheetos: Leave me be, Obi-Wan isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral. --- Obi-Wan to Jadan: First rule of battle, Padawan... don’t ever let them know where you are. Anakin, shouting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Obi-Wan: Of course, there are other schools of thought. --- Anakin: Alright Ahsoka, Jadan. Let's go over this one more time. Anakin: If something breaks? Jadan: We try to fix it before Padme gets home. Anakin: If it doesn't work? Ahsoka: We blame Lux. Lux: Seriously guys, what the heck?! --- Esme: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." Jadan: I saw you. Esme: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Merrin in a tooka costume. --- Esme, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Ahsoka: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Esme: Ohhhh- Jadan: Both of you get out of this kitchen. --- Ahsoka: Wait, hold up, why do you draw yourself like that? Esme: Uh, like what? Ahsoka: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Esme: Uh, this is what I look like. Ahsoka: Esme: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Ahsoka: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Jadan: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Esme: Okay, arms and hat. *draws them* Lux: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Esme: You can't just take Jadan's hat idea, Lux! He thought it up all by himself like a good boy! Come up with your own thing! Lux: But I wanna look cool! Ahsoka: Put him on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Lux: Do not do that! Esme: Tricycle, done. *draws it* Boba, want anything? Boba, making finger guns: Pew pew. Esme: You're not allowed to have weapons right now. Boba, making finger guns: Pew pew. Esme: You know what, okay. *draws it* But it's just for holding, not for shooting. --- Jadan: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Esme: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear complaints.

[cloneloverxoxoxox]

Something I’ve never had

Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

unsure of the word count ( this is my first ever mini story , not proof read so I apologise now )

This is literally my own fic so somethings tie in with The Clone Wars some don’t

Warnings : nothing too major just some awkwardness & abit of flirting ☁️

If you want a follow up let me know 🥰

Day 1 : You meet through work & instantly you are attracted to him but does he feel the same?

You spend ages in front the mirror in your fresher room your bright blue eyes shining back at you as you carry on with your morning routine , ensuring your makeup is just right but not too much, slicking your long black wavy hair into a ponytail , faffing with your shirt & taking the last sip of your morning caff, as you leave the room and head to the kitchen to place your empty mug on the side you take a deep breathe and begin to leave your apartment to catch a speeder to the GAR base where you start the first day of the rest of your life. Usually you work within the senate fighting for the rights of clones as does your farther , he is rather friendly with Padme who you’ve been introduced to a few times , attended dinners & conferences with her , you’ve also met Anakin Skywalker , Ashoka, the boys from the 501st and Master Obi wan Kenobi and his troops, so really this so getting the job of accompanying certain Jedi Cruisers to see how they are being treated how the Admirals treat them etc is down to your father. But you don’t mind you kinda like the excitement plus seeing all those good looking clones. A short while passes and you are introduced to Master Plo Koon , he warmly greets you and welcomes you aboard , you both are chatting away discussing the war amongst other things as you walk by you get a few cat calls from the Shinys nothing you did not expect being the only female on this cruiser , as you step into the Bridge that’s when you first notice him… he seems to tower above the other clones with his distinct grey and white armour , so broad , so handsome you can feel yourself blushing a deep pink , your insides are tingling. Master Plo Koon walks you over to him

“ Commander Wolffe this is Crystal , you will address her as Senator , she will be joining us while we carry out the Relief Mission to Aleen, please introduce her to the Pack and make her feel welcome … which I trust you will “

You give him a very small smile whilst holding your hand out ready to shake his and all he does is look you up and down letting out a small grunt.

“We are needed in the main hanger , it’s time we start the landing procedures, if you’d like to follow me” says Commander Wolffe in a firm deep voice “er..erm ok yes of course please lead the way Commander” you stutter out softly; Wolffe leads the way as you try to hurry your pace to catch up with him, your small 5’5 legs are no where near as quick as him you both reach the elevator down to the main hanger Wolffe stepping in first you follow suit. An awkward silence fills the small compartment with just you and him until a further 3 floors down 6 troopers pile in with a quick greeting but you loose your footing and fall back into the tall handsome Commander , your curvy behind gently brushed across his codpiece and you feel his hands against your hips steadying you , an even bigger awkwardness fills the elevator then Wolffes hands after lingering for a few seconds let go.

OH MY MAKER did that really happen you think to yourself , he already thinks you shouldn’t be here on his cruiser now you’ve just pushed your ass into him…

Wolffe leads you over to one of the hun ships where you meet R2-D2, C3PO , Boost , Sinker & Comet all of them greet you warmly especially Boost who gives you a cheeky grin and a little wink you can’t help but smile. As you land into Aleen Commander Wolffe begins debriefing everyone , but you and Boost find yourselves having some slightly flirty banter much to Wolffes disapproval.

As the hours go on your back in the Gun Ship typing notes on your Holopad when you hear a deep clearing of the throat you look up to see Commander Wolffe staring right into your soul

“can I help you at all Commander?” 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 He is so good looking urhh why am I even thinking this!

“Do you have everything you need?” His voice knocks off your own trail of thought “Yes I have everything , thank you Commander . I’ll be sure to come to you if I do need anything” it sounded sexier in your head than how it sounded aloud

“Well we should be leaving soon , that damn translator droid is still out here somewhere and we can’t leave until he is back, I’ve sent Sinker and Boost to try and locate him”

“Ohh if you lost C3P0 I know Padme would be most upset.. Sorry Senator Amidala” you say rather embarrassed , you see out the side of your eye Wolffe is giving you his famous eye rolls you’ve been told about from Boost

“Yes well my orders were to come here to provide support and aid which my men have done , once we leave this planet I will be off loading those too” he says dryly.

“ Right well, if you would excuse me Commander I have a few more things to attend too and a few troopers to speak too” and on that note you get up and leave

Wolffe watches as you walk away, the way your ass jiggles in those skin tight black pants you have on, the way your beautiful long black hair gently sways in the wind , he notices you turn back ever so slightly just for a second catching your glance holding it for longer than he cared to admit… those bright blue eyes those big full lips wow he can feel himself become flustered… that isn’t him so he carries on with his work to get you off his mind. Yet he can’t seem too. An hour so later C3P0 and R2-D2 have still not returned however Wolffe notices you and Boost have been laughing and chatting near some rocks , he could of sworn he saw Boost place his hand on your thigh , that riled him up storming over to you both “TROOPER Did I not ask you to find those damn driods ? Not sit here and try chatting up the Senator ! Find them and report back “ he almost growled out Boost stood to attention and a quick “Yes Sir!!” He walked away leaving you and Commander Wolffe alone again … which you didn’t mind

“Err err Commander Wolffe Boost erm was not speaking to me in any appropriate way he was just telling me about your missions you’ve all been on” “ I’m sorry if I was keeping him from his duties” you say looking up at him batting your long dark lashes lips slightly parted

“Senator but my men have work to do so if you can keep your questions to a minimal” he snarls then walks away

𝘄𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗸 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲

that thought keeps running through your mind as you all leave the planet and head back to the Cruiser even as your walking down to your personal quarters, it’s not a good feeling you don’t like it

Dinner time soon comes around so you make your way to the mess hall only to be greeted by the smiling faces of Boost, Sinker and Comet “come and sit with us Senator we may as well get to know each other abit better eh “ Sinker let’s out with a gleem in his eye

“ ok ok thank you I will sit with you “ it comes out sounding so shy and sheepish but you do feel welcome , just as your tucking into your food Commander Wolffe enters holding a Holopad as he’s walking over to the table you can feel his eyes on you again but you can also feel that heat building up inside you “my office now Senator “ as he reaches the table said in a cold manner

“ok Commander” you stutter out … barely

𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼???

On the way to Wolffes office there is a deadly silence apart from the odd com going off or the voices of troopers from the 104th , as you both enter his office Wolffe sits down you stand there nervous but trying so hard to keep your composure

“at ease” he says very monotone

“I just wanted to go over some of your notes from todays mission so we are both on the same page”

As you lean down closely next to him to go over the notes he can smell your sweet floral perfume lingering , he can hear your soft little breathes, the way you play with your hair and the delicatiness in your voice as your speaking..it’s driving him crazy

You are just about to turn to the last page of notes regarding todays mission on the Holopad when you and Wolffe both go to touch it at the same time your fingers ghost over his thick gloved digits and linger for just a few moments , he makes no attempt to move neither do you , the sexual tension in the air is almost unbearable until Wolfee harshly snatched his hand away

You let out a small cough “ Apologies Commander it won’t happen again Im just very tired, if that’s all you need me for then I will be retiring to my quarters for the night” the words spoken so quietly from you, your confused not sure what just happened but you know you need to leave

Commander Wolffe steps up from his desk “That is all Senator” said again so coldly as he watched you leave his office , watching the sway of your perfect curvy hips and perfect ass

𝗠𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 ⠀

That’s all he can think about all night as he’s laid in his bed staring up at the grey walls , you the girl he met earlier today, the girl his brothers especially Boost had been flirting with , the girl he wants and feels like he needs to protect but wants to ravage at the same time

𝗡𝗢 ⠀ 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴⠀ 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀….

[jedimasterbailey]

HI I HAVE THEE QUESTIONS FOR THE BARRISSOKA ASK GAME :D 2, 13, 16, 21, 23, 32, 40, 41, and 44! u dont have to answer all of them if u dont want to!^^

(Cracks knuckles) OH IM ANSWERING EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM CHALLENGE ACCEPTED 😎

2-Who Fell First?

Barriss because I believe she’s the kind of person who is very in tune with her feelings and that it didn’t take long for her to be taken by Ahsoka and fall head over heels in love. Poor thing would go on for weeks gay panicking around Ahsoka until she finally cracks. Ahsoka, on the other hand, seems to be more aloof and seems to be the type to need time to process her feelings and connect the dots.

13-Whose more likely to give the “shovel talk” Anakin or Luminara and how?

Definitely Anakin seeing how *very* passionate he gets about the people he cares about…I mean the dude straight up gives Barriss the evil eye when Luminara suggested that Barriss be the one to lead her and Ahsoka in the weapons factory. Barriss at that point has done literally nothing and Anakin is already looking like Vader so for Ahsoka to pursue a relationship with her would be a very BIG deal for Anakin. He’d probably scare the poor girl out of nowhere in the Temple and give her a not so discrete conversation much to both Luminara and Ahsoka’s dissatisfaction. Barriss would be shaking in her boots but determined to prove Anakin wrong. Luminara on the other hand would most likely just let the girls be because she is very trusting of her Padawan and she owes Ahsoka her life. HOWEVER that won’t stop Luminara from watching Ahsoka and teasing her every so often about “not making her girl cry or else” that make Ahsoka shit bricks.

16-What is Barriss’s favorite physical feature on Ahsoka?

Definitely Ahsoka’s buff bod. I mean the girl GOT GUNS and I think Barriss would be blushing real bad seeing Ahsoka work out and would sneakily watch her from afar fanning herself and all 🤣

21-Whose more likely to initiate intimacy first?

Barriss, she may be quiet but it’s usually the quiet ones that are the spiciest in bed and since she’s a smart girl, she knows exactly what she wants and where she wants it. Though, she would be gentle and patient with Ahsoka (who is kinda scarred seeing Anakin and Padme be all gross with each other all the time) guiding her and giving her all the time until she’s fully comfortable.

23-How do they comfort each other?

Ahsoka shows her affection and support mainly with physical touch by holding Barriss close and constantly reassuring Barriss that everything is going to be okay and that Ahsoka has her. Anything Barriss needs, Ahsoka gets until Barriss is ready to talk things out. When the roles are reversed, Barriss communicates her support through acts of service like making/getting Ahsoka’s favorite foods, turning on Ahsoka’s comfort holomovie, etc. and gifting her with comforts like a handmade cloak or something she knows would put a smile on Ahsoka’s face. Regardless both women would stay by their partner’s side no matter what, listening, and doing whatever it takes to make the other feel better.

32-How would Barriss bond with Anakin?

Since Anakin is an excellent fighter, Barriss would most likely ask to spar with him (and do everything she can to win everytime) and knowing how reckless Anakin can be, he’d probably be spending some time in the healing halls where Barriss works and she’d help him out.

40-Whose “big spoon” and whose “little spoon”?

Ahsoka is big spoon and Barriss is little spoon. One, it makes the most sense given their height difference, but they have their reasons. Ahsoka loves having her hands around/on Barriss’s big boobs and loves to bury herself in her hair whilst Barriss loves being held and feeling Ahsoka’s heartbeat on her back and her breath by her ear.

41-Are there any kinks?

Yes! Ahsoka loves be spanked and tossed around by Barriss, especially when Barriss slams her against a wall or wherever they are and pins her by the wrists or lightly on the throat because she finds an aggressive Barriss very hot. Barriss, on the other hand, loves it when Ahsoka bites and claws especially on her neck, chest, and thigh areas (anywhere that’s easy to cover that is). Barriss also loves a good chase and enjoys the thrill of riling Ahsoka up and playing hard to get.

44-What do their sides of the bed and nightstands look like?

Oh this is easy 🤣 Barriss’s side of anything is neat and perfect not a single speck of desk or crease to be found because Mominara raised a lady. She’s also a minimalist, so Barriss would only have essential items near her like her comlink or the latest book she’s reading. Meanwhile Ahsoka just has shit everywhere, her side of the bed somewhat made and her nightstand full of odds and ends that she always has a “perfectly good explanation for” which drives Barriss mad and is always tempted to clean Ahsoka’s organized chaos.

[emeryhiro]

My rant in defence of  Daemon and Daemyra

Tbh that *scene* was so painful. We can’t deny that he's a violent man who, for this long, has been able to keep that violent side of him away from the ones he loves. But the build-up of the pain from losing his child and brother in one day and not being able to do anything about it kinda resulted in him lashing out and hurting Rhaenyra (he did stop himself in the end, which I believe if it was anyone other then Rhaenyra in front of him at that moment, he wouldn't have been able to stop). I think this is such a complicated act that can't be explained in this simple way, but what i did see on his face was that he instantly regrets it, and I don't believe he'll be able to forgive himself any time soon which will probably be a theme that carries into season 2.

The scene also reminded me of how Anakin did the same to Padme (whom he loved very much) when he was feeling betrayed (although Anakin seemed to have physically hurt Padme more than Daemon did to Rhaenyra).

Also, some people seem to be so quick to dismiss and forget the fact that Daemon is also in pain and angry at that moment. This doesn't justify hurting her in any way, but Rhaenyra wasn't the only one who lost a child that day, and Rhaenyra might have lost her father, but Daemon also lost his brother... the way I saw it was that there were a lot of factors that lead him to be violent towards her...

he was reliving his past trauma of losing his second wife and child in childbirth (i did see a theory on twitter which said that Daemon refused to go see Rhaenyra or speak to the maester because he thought they would ask him to make the same choice he was given with Laena and he can’t go through this a second time)

losing his brother to what he believes was murder and trying to handle the situation the only way he knew how, by preparing to defend Rhaenyra and her and her children's birth right through war (keeping in mind that he also thinks that Dragonstone can be attacked at any time) 

and through the stress of it all, he was constantly being undermined throughout the whole episode, and his efforts were all being dismissed

Throughout the whole episode we can see how their losses throw Daemon and Rhaenyra out of sync, but in the last scene as Daemon delivers the news we can see them get in sync again with each other in the way they hold each others hand, which I think symbolizes that going forward they’re gonna be more aligned in their ambitions and goals. 

please feel free to leave your take in the comments even if you agree or disagree with me.

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (13/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bad dreams, angst, confessions?? kinda idk

Summary: You travel with Anakin and Padme to the planet of Tatooine, hoping to find Anakin's mother before something bad happens. You begin to feel more anxiety about Obi-Wan's position, wanting to leave your station to help him.

A/n: i hate this chapter, it's kind of a filler to move along the plot, anyways literally don't even read it, disregard it completely.

Words: 2k

Anakin had mediated that morning, feeling a horrible feeling about his mother, outside of the world of his dreams. It was a reality, she was going through something awful, and he needed to get to her. Anakin had insisted to Padme that she should stay on Naboo, with you as her security until he could return, but she protested, her true feelings showing through when she told him she would come with him.

That's how you came to be here, after a long flight, sitting in the home of the Lars family farm. Owen, Anakin's step sibling as it would come to be, was a very good and gentle man, you quite liked being in his and his girlfriend's presence. They led a much simpler life than you, not one you quite envied, but one you could see yourself one day settling into upon leaving the Order. You swore you never would, but seeing the galaxy in full, you began to wonder if maybe it could be a possibility, to explore, and to settle, eventually.

Cliegg, the man who had married Anakin's mother, was sitting at the head of the table, telling Anakin what had happened to the very person he had come so far for. The natives, the sand people in the desert, making homes out of the dun sea among other places on Tatooine, had capture her, held her hostage in their camps. Anakin seemed outraged, but he was of course too sensitive to take it out on the poor family who had actually been around her when it happened.

"Where are you going?" Owen asked, his head tilting up in a curious manner. You knew exactly where he was going.

"To find my mother."

"No, Ani," Padme tried to stop him, knowing it was dangerous, and that he was treading out to meet an unknown enemy. You knew he would be fine; you just hope that he didn't massacre an entire race because they kidnapped his mother. Perhaps you should go with him?

"Your mother is dead, son. Accept it," Cliegg tried his best to keep the young Skywalker from going out alone, and you didn't have the guts to tell him he shouldn't, but you were slightly concerned for him should he not find what he's looking for.

"I can feel her pain, and I will find her. I know she's alive."

With his last word, you knew you had to let him go. You understood what it was to feel the pain of someone you love and be expected to shut it out for the cause of the mission. You were trying your absolute best to hold out on hope that Obi-Wan was alright, but you couldn't shake the feeling that something was hunting him.

"Thank you for letting us into your home, you've been very gracious," you thanked them, seeing that Anakin and Padme had abruptly left the room, no other words being said.

"Of course, anyone who was connected to Shmi is welcome with us."

You stood up, nodding to the three that were left around the table before making your exit also, offering as warm smile as you left, heading out to one of the ledges that overlooked the sandy dunes. Anakin was mounting a speeder-bike, ready to ride away at a moment's notice. Of course, he wouldn't leave without an encouraging embrace from Padme, whom you suspected got over her intense argument with him over their relationship.

You crossed your legs, placing your hands over your knees. You closed your eyes and inhaled deep breaths, the way Obi-Wan had taught you to meditate. He'd taught you so well, and it was the very reason you were able to reach out to him right now, trying to find out if he was alright. You searched the far corners of the galaxy, other signatures coming in and out of your range, but none of them being familiar enough for you to hold onto. You finally reached the space that you'd found his presence lurking in last time, but it wasn't there. It wasn't even close. You kept searching, brows furrowing as the vast expanse kept blowing past around your mind. It was like his signature no longer existed on an ethereal plane. You knew it wasn't gone, because part of it was still calling out to you, from where, you had no idea, but it had to be alive and strong for him to project it that far away. Perhaps the danger was past, and now that he felt safe, he tried to find your signature again. You were trying your best, but every attempt seemed to only be getting you further away from success.

You huffed, trying to focus, and let the force guide you, rather than you use the force to guide yourself.

You felt a flicker of light, and a feeling of warmth, but it wasn't physical, it was purely in your mental state. surrounding you, making you glow from the inside. You thought that maybe you'd found him, and were about to hold tight to his signature, branching your own out to perhaps get a feeling back from him, something, anything to indicate that he was alright. You extended your presence to him like a hand pulling someone away from trouble, but as soon as you made contact with the signature, it spit you back out like the days before.

You opened your eyes, feeling you heart rate climb and your hands begin to shake. He really was in trouble. You hoped Anakin would not take too long, because you wanted nothing more than to leave this planet and go find wherever Obi-Wan was.

"Pardon me, Jedi?" you heard a soft voice beside you, and you jolted at the sudden interruption of your mind. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

It was that sweet girlfriend of Owen, her name was Beru, you think. She smiled timidly in your presence; her hands folded like she was carefully contemplating something to say.

"It's alright," you shook your head a little, hoping she didn't get the idea that you were a rude Jedi. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I hate to bother you, but we seem to be having trouble with our heater... Owen's father said that perhaps you wouldn't mind using your abilities to help us get it working."

"Of course, I'll see what I can do."

When she led you inside, she pointed to the stove burner, which had completely been turned to the highest level it could be, without a single flame protruding.

You walked up, and upon closer inspection, the connecter to the gas lighter was broken horribly. You weren't very good at fixing things like Anakin was, your mechanic abilities were rather underdeveloped, as Obi-Wan so kindly put it. Truth be told, he didn't want you to focus on the more technical things, for he believed a consular of your class would excel to assignments far greater than mending a broken stove burner... but, here you were, wishing you'd taken Anakin up on his offer to learn at least a few simple things.

"I'm not sure I could fix it for you," you told them, a little embarrassed at being a Jedi learner, standing in the kitchen of another family and looking like a complete idiot. "What is it you need heated?"

"Just this kettle," Owen showed you, holding up the large metal caldron that was hanging over the heater before it had broken.

"That's not too bad," you said, taking it from his hands and hanging it back on the hook above the stove. You closed your eyes again, hoping you hadn't exhausted your force abilities by trying to find Obi-Wan.

"What are you going to do?" Beru asked, very excitedly coming over to witness. She had never met a Jedi before today, and by now she'd had the pleasure of bringing two into their home.

"Something I had to learn to do when Anakin took all the hot water from the 'fresher," you joked, raising your hand and closing your eyes. That was technically the exact reason why you'd learned you could do this but figured it best to remain as a joke. You inhaled, focus, and exhaled, heating the inner contents of the kettle without having used any help from the heater.

They all looked on in amazement, thankful for the help they had received. You lowered your hand and shook your head a few times to snap out of it. You were definitely pushing your limits with how many needless uses of the force you were making yourself endure.

You politely excused yourself, going to the room they'd assigned for you and Padme. She was still awake, but lying down in one of the small cots, looking as sleepy as you supposed you were.

"You seem to be popular among our hosts," she said, looking up and resting her head on her elbow.

You really didn't want to talk, because you knew you would probably make no sense in your dreary state, so you just smiled, rolling your eyes playfully at her in response and then laid down in the cot across from her.

"You've been thinking about him today, haven't you?" She asked, picking up on your subtle clues but deciphering them slightly wrong. It was technically the reason you were so tired; the strength was drained from you by your overuse of the force, and what you were using it to find.

"Yes," you turned to face her, though your eyes were falling fast with every minute passed. "I think he need's my help, I don't want anything to happen to him."

"I understand. You feel greatly for him, it must cause you pain to feel what he feels," she paused, laying back down and looking at the ceiling, which was purely drab compared to what she was used to. It was simple though, and humble. "How does it work?"

"How does what work?" You kept on, knowing that the moment you fell asleep it would probably be into a nightmare about Obi-Wan.

"Your bond to him, how you can feel him when he's not even there?" She was so curious, and she held a childlike innocence in the way she asked you these things.

"I'm not really sure. It's been there since I met him, so I've never been without it. I haven't really asked him about it, either. It always just seemed so natural, I guess it never crossed my mind that there was a reason for it."

It seemed to fascinate her, how you had used this ability all your life, but didn't know much of it, and didn't realize how much of a gift it is.

"I just know it's always been a comfort to me; he's always been a comfort to me," you fell deep into the feelings you held for him, the love, and the admiration. They embraced you, and helped you feel a little at ease, though it was hard to keep that sense of calm when the next moment you were raking your mind of why these thoughts were so important. "That's why I feel that something is badly wrong. I can't lose him, Padme."

"He's your Anakin," she summed it up, finally admitting to herself, and out loud to you about her strong feelings for your fellow padawan, while addressing your love for your Jedi Master.

"He's everything."

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[phoenixyfriend]

Re; Ahsoka and Quinlan being the same age, now I'm picturing Ahsoka, Quinlan, and Rex eventually ending up in a weird sorta thruple where Quinlan comes in and out of the relationship but the door is kinda always open for him? And Rex spends a lot of mornings eyeing the tangle of orange and brown skin on the other side of the bed like he has no idea how he ended up here but he's (mostly) okay with that tbh

Context: Commander Buir in chronological order

YES okay so this is wild to me that people are invested in this but like half the time-travel fics with Ahsoka in the same age-group as Quinlan have me wondering if I should ship them. Let me just. Ho shit.

So, okay, I've explored a lot of possible dynamics but there's something really engaging about how Quinlan, trained as a Shadow before the Sith came back, could react to a War Padawan. Ahsoka isn't really infiltration material yet, she's very much a frontline fighter, but she's got a lot more experience with a kind of consistent dark atmosphere that most Jedi don't. They get exposed to plenty of dark stuff, sure, but not the kind of all-encompassing "this is my life for the last two years" thing that is usually reserved for the long-term field agents like Shadows and Watchmen.

The War Padawans, for all that they were supposed to be just normal Jedi Padawans, were living in the kind of consistently negative environment that's normally experienced by those Knighted Sentinels.

So Ahsoka, while still generally pretty young in these AUs, is a very odd kind of person to be around, because she's spunky and vivacious and snippy and affectionate and snarky and knows how to break every bone in your body from harrowing experience as the only thing standing between death and thousands of brothers.

And Quinlan, I imagine, really likes that about her. She gets it, and she's still an energetic and loving and trying to do her best to be a good person despite everything. He gravitates towards her and she... well, she's not blind. She can tell he's interested. And she's not upset about that.

ANYWAY, ONTO REX

So, Rex is... technically twelve. He hasn't exactly got a whole lot of experience with romance. He is also, up until the point of time-travel, legal property of the Senate and the Jedi Order, which means that Ahsoka, or at least her community, owns him. He was indoctrinated to serve her and that community. She also outranks him, for all that she usually lets him take the lead in the field due to experience. He's older than her physically and maturity-wise, but she's also had a grow-up-faster-than-you-should adolescence, and she has superpowers.

What I'm saying is, the power dynamic is fucked up.

(Unironically I spent hours last night realizing that it balances out a lot more than C*dywan does, which I'm censoring because by god do I not want discourse on this post. I like both ships, and don't want to argue about what's the most problematic. It's Star Wars. The only unproblematic ships are Bail/Breha and Owen/Beru.)

Here's the thing, though, because the main thing people seem to argue here is the age/maturity difference as a problem area:

The age difference in actual time is four years, which is smaller than the two main ships of the franchise (Han/Leia and Padme/Anakin, to be clear). The age difference in maturity is ??? We'll say that the clones started aging normally after they hit twenty, so the age difference in maturity is six years... which is still normal for SW ships.

(This is why I don't have any issues with the ship in a post-O66 context, once they've had a few years to move past the traumas and whatnot. The age stuff all evens out with time, they're a good team, and neither was grooming the other. It's not objectively any more problematic than most SW ships at that point, and I'm okay with that. They deserve to be happy if they want.)

But they get yanked away from all that structure of who owns what, who reports where, who has which rank, who's legally a person in the eyes of the Republic when they end up on Dagobah. Once they've registered when they are, the only remaining complications are:

He grew up in a cultlike environment and was indoctrinated to serve her (but has been replacing that indoctrination with genuine respect and affection for her as a person because they've worked together for two years).

She has superpowers (contextually not a big problem: we see several Force-Sensitive/Non-Sensitive ships that don't consider those powers a complicating element)

He's several years younger than her (canonically less of an issue than it could be: Cut got married and has kids) and has next to no experience with what a normal romance looks like except for hanging out on the edges of whatever the fuck his General has going on with the Senator

She's several years less mature than he is (...something of an issue)

So a lot of this is mostly okay. She feels weird about the fact that she's got more knowledge of romance and all that it entails. He feels weird about the fact that, despite her being older, he looks at her and sees someone that's still a little young, not quite a shiny. Except she is older than him, and he's seen her behead four people in a single move, and they've saved each other's lives more times than either of them can count anymore. He respects her, and the fact that she's babyfaced doesn't change the fact that, in terms of who they are as people and warriors, they're on a level playing field.

She still looks at him and mourns his lost childhood, and he still looks at her and takes a moment to see past the too-big eyes and adolescent proportions.

But they really, really care about each other, and maybe part of them is starting to recognize that there's a bit of a crush before they time-travel, but neither one wants to make a move. There's a lot of baggage on both sides, a lot of "but they're a child" and "but they're (literally vs functionally) below me in the chain of command, I can't take advantage of that" and all that fun stuff. It's the kind of situation where two people circle each other for ages without making a move, because actually making that move is terrifying on account of not knowing whether the other party knows they can say no, on top of the usual "what if it ruins our friendship?" thing.

What happens on Dagobah, though... is very tropey. They're sort of stranded until Ahsoka can fix the ship, and that takes time. The area is also very heavy with the Force, dense and heady with the energy it carries, and it's... actually really not great for Ahsoka. She keeps feeling like she's back on Mortis, and has nightmares from the trigger there, but also keeps hallucinating because she wasn't ready for the thickness of the energy (like Yoda) or still new enough to the Force that she couldn't feel how dense it all was (like Luke). She can't work on the engines as constantly as she'd like to get them out of there, and while Rex is a competent mechanic, he's not as skilled with it as the girl who jumped headfirst into lessons with Anakin.

Rex spends a lot of time holding Ahsoka and wiping her brow with a wet cloth while she's feverish and out of it. Yes we're going full Florence Nightingale romance here, let me have my fun.

They get the communications relay working earlier than the engine, find out the year is wrong, panic a bit. All is well. (It's not, but they're holding it together for now.)

Ahsoka keeps working on the engine when she's lucid. Rex keeps hunting up game and edible plants for them while she does. They cuddle at night, because it's not cold but it is empty of the people they care about, and they kind of want that reassurance of someone they trust and love at their back.

(Morai visits.)

(Daughter shows up in the nightmares, tells Ahsoka that age will not come for her beloved until the time is natural for it. The phrasing is dumb but she does manage to convey that the accelerated aging is no longer an issue, if it even was after they hit adulthood. Ahsoka is relieved.)

And, you know, emotions happen. She takes his hand while they're leaning up against each other. He kisses her forehead while she's having a bad spell. They cook together and tell jokes to keep sane and spar. They hug each other through nightmares and panic attacks. There is much blushing. There is much cuddling.

Once, they kiss.

They break apart, flushing and stammering and being very awkward about the whole thing, and make excuses to leave and panic about the fact that they!! Kissed!!!!!

A couple hours later they find each other again, and have a long and complicated discussion about why they like each other (war makes bedfellows, there's trust and affection and all that fun stuff) and why they're hesitant (age stuff, maturity stuff, prior indoctrination), and make the decision to take it slow. They cuddle, and kiss, and blush a lot because both of them are basically just dumb teens having their first real relationship.

They eventually leave the planet, make it to Coruscant, etc. It takes a bit for anyone except Obi-Wan to realize that something's changed between them. Most people didn't know them before, and Anakin's observation skills are currently at a very low ebb. But they sit together and hold hands, and flirt when they spar, and once or twice people find them kissing (both standard and Keldabe) in a corner while holding hands and then just smiling at each other like loons.

They end up rooming together because nobody has the heart to separate them after hearing about all the war stuff. Like yes attachment's bad, but these two do seem to understand loss of loved ones and recognize that they could lose each other at any time and death is natural and they won't lose their entire shit about it, and if even General Kenobi is anxious as hell about being separated from the people he fought side-by-side with for two years, then maybe it's just... really normal for those two to want each other's company, and everyone can just turn a blind eye to the romance happening.

They share a bed, but they only ever sleep in it. Like, there's some goodnight kisses and cuddles, but everything is very G-rated until they've had time to settle into being true equals instead of just the "well, I guess the power dynamics balance out? Maybe?" of before.

And just... yeah. Rex does not believe that he's in this good of a position whenever he has the time to think about it. He's got a girlfriend! A really pretty, smart, strong, skilled one! Who thinks he's a cool dude! How the fuck did a clone like him manage that? He wasn't even legally a person a year ago, how did he end up in bed with one of the most amazing people he's ever met? He spends multiple nights just staring at her while he tries to fall asleep, asking himself how he got here and just like... marveling at her. She's worth marveling at. He's in love and she's amazing and he has no idea how to handle it at all.

...yeah no I have a lot of feelings now.

[dissociativesworld]

Unexpected Matrimony

Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

Word Count: ~1.9K

Tags: NSFW, slow-burn-ish (familiar with each other before the story), marriage for the mission, Rex sucks at flirting, reader teases the shit out of him, both are oblivious, PiV (wrap it up in rl), cum outside (whoa I know), some dom energy from Rex, not edited because this got rewritten three times already

A/N: Kinda find Rex hard to write, not being he's not amazing but because I feel like his character is a little more complex emotionally than some of the other clones? (I feel the same way about Echo, I'd love to write him but shit there's so many facets) idk either way - enjoy

Story below the cut

“So how’s it feel being the only clone trooper to be legally married?” You giggle, taking a sip of wine.

You had no idea why you and Rex getting married was so important to the mission but Anakin seemed pressed that you would say no. So much so that he didn’t tell either of you until Ahsoka let it slip on the ride here. While initially annoyed, you enjoyed Rex’s shocked face way too much.

“What the matter Captain? The idea of marrying me that appalling?” You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a hearty laugh from his crew.

He didn’t respond but looked even more flustered at your jesting. Well, there were certainly worse men in the Republic to be forced to marry than him.

Rex’s nervous chuckle brought you back to the moment.

“I have to admit, I never thought that would be something I experienced.” He rubbed the back of his head like he did when nervous.

Since when did you know that? You caught yourself. Being friends with Anakin and Padme meant you got more face time with the 501st than normal civilians so you and Rex weren’t strangers. You’d even accompanied them to 79s on more than one occasion. But Rex, while there, had always hung back a bit while you were there. Or at least that’s what his team told you.

Now it was just the two of you sitting in a honeymoon suite on some planet you’d never been to before while Anakin and the rest of the squad were traipsing around completing the mission. Maybe afterward he’d actually explain why you two were just sitting here. Surely Rex would be more useful helping out or at least happier than he seemed to be in your presence.

“Still bummed that it had to be me?” You circled back to your earlier joke.

Rex glanced up at you, his brown eyes searching your face. His face was hard to read, probably got plenty of practice with a general like Anakin.

“I definitely didn’t imagine it being you. But I wouldn’t consider that a bad thing.” His voice trailed off as he spoke, you almost couldn’t hear the last part.

“Aw well, I’m glad I’m not a complete letdown.” You laughed, happy to see you earned another blush from the man. “I guess the guys will never let you hear the end of this, huh?”

“I don’t mind. I get to rub it in their faces if anything.” Rex mumbled into his drink, a pink tint still coloring his face.

You giggled, biting your lower lips as you watched him. The muscle in his jaw was tensed as he swallowed, the tip of his tongue flicking across his lips. For a clone, he was so distinct and not just from the blond hair. The way he held himself was different, you’d noticed it the second you met him and he hadn’t disappointed since. You found her eyes dipping lower, enjoying the new sight of him without the top pieces of his armor on.

“You’re staring.” Rex’s voice brought you back to reality yet again.

“I can’t help it, you’re pretty good-looking you know.” You smirked, lifting your glass back up to your lips.

“You’re one to talk.” He chuckled. “You ever wonder why the boys are always inviting you out?”

You scoffed with a giggle, “here I thought it was because of my impeccable sense of humor.”

“I mean, you’re so much more than beautiful,” there was the neck scratch again. “You really haven’t noticed their flirting?”

You paused, considering the question.

“Nope, I just assumed they’re like that with all women.” You giggled, pausing a moment.

Maybe you should just go for it. What’s the harm? The poor guy was already married to you.

“To be honest I was probably watching you more than listening to them.” You feigned a cough before taking another sip of your drink.

Rex’s head snapped up.

“Why is that?”

“I told you, you’re a handsome guy.” You giggled.

Rex glanced back down at the floor for a second before standing from where he was leaning. Your eyes followed him, watching the way he moved toward you the way he always did. Shoulder’s back, spine straight, chin up. He paused in front of you before holding out a hand.

You took it without hesitation, allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet curious what he was up to. Maybe the impassive face wasn’t such a good thing. At least to you.

Rex inhaled sharply, this was the closest you’d been to him besides the wedding ceremony. He smelled like the military issue soap you’d come to associate with the troopers and you could catch a whiff of the whiskey he’d been drinking, a wedding gift from Anakin. Or a condolence gift, who knew with him.

“I’d like to kiss you if you’re not opposed,” Rex spoke formally, previous relaxed chatter seemed to be forgotten.

You paused for a moment, surprised at the sudden forward approach. Never once before did you think he would ever be genuinely interested in you. Especially after his teams’ comments about him being standoffish whenever you were around.

Rex’s blank face faltered, it was only a second but you saw the momentary collapse in confidence.

Fuck it.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders before pushing your lips against his. He didn’t move for a second, seemly surprised by your actions. After a moment you felt arms circle your waist and pull you closer against his chest. You melted into the embrace, feeling the sinewy muscle through his blacks.

He reluctantly pulled away, eyes soft as he stared into yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked quietly, eyes flicking between his searching for an answer.

His lips crashed back into yours making your heart leap in your chest. A hand went to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair as his lips moved against yours. You looped your arms around his neck both of you pulling each other into yourselves.

Rex’s hands went to your thighs, lifting them so you could circle your legs around his waist. You paid no mind as he moved, just focused on his mouth as his tongue danced with yours.

Suddenly he broke away and dropped you onto the bed in the middle of the room. You gazed up at the captain to see him staring back with an adoring gaze that you had never seen before, not that you were complaining.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I don’t like you.” Rex spoke in a husky tone. “But hopefully this clears that up.”

He leaned down and caged you down to the bed with his body, lips back on yours. You could feel your lips becoming raw from the attention but you didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t long though before he moved to kiss down your jaw then neck to your shoulder where he bit down gently, sucking at your soft flesh.

You could feel the heat pool between your legs, your hands moving to his back as you moan. He bit down a little harder and you dug your nails into his back. The rumble of his groan could be felt against your skin before he moved to continue trailing kisses down between your breasts to your navel. You mentally cursed the dress that you were wearing, it was going to take way too long to get it off and you did not want to wait that long.

Rex on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as he reached for your calf, hand moving up your leg and under the dress skirts before stopping right above your knee. His eyes met yours again, unspoken question hanging in the air.

And then his comm rung.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you blurted out, sexual frustration clouding your mind.

Rex chuckled before reluctantly getting up and retrieving the device from where his armor was. He walked back over to where you were, now sitting up.

“General Anakin?” Rex answered.

“Hey Rex - sorry for ditching you two, we needed a convincing cover for being planet-side. Are you two both still alive?”

You could hear hushed laughter in the background, gazing up at Rex you could see his face starting to flush again. He was so lucky color didn’t show well over holo or else he’d never hear the end of it.

“Yes sir.” He answered curtly, eyes darting down to look at you with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Good, we’ll be back in about a half-hour to get you guys. Hang in there.” Anakin said before signing off.

Both of you stood in silence for a moment before you smirked and stood up next to him.

“I don’t know about you but I think that means we still have some time to kill.”

Rex reached around your back to unlace the back when you pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Still not enough to get this thing off,” your smirk remaining on your face as you move to straddle his waist.

His eyes widened momentarily before returning your smirk and pulling you into another bruising kiss. You moved your hips just enough for him to be able to push the waistband of his blacks down before you felt his hard cock press against your damp panties. His fingers pushed the fabric aside as you reached down to guide his cock.

You could feel your own blush crawling along your cheeks as you watched Rex’s face. His eyes were hungry as they locked between your legs as you sat on his cock, he moaned and dropped his head back onto the bed as you bottomed out. Moving your hips slightly earned another loud groan from him emboldening you to set a slow teasing pace.

Suddenly he gripped your hips before sitting up so your bodies were flush against each other again.

“We don’t have time for that mesh’la and I’m not leaving here until I feel you cum on my cock.” His hips gyrating into yours, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His hand went to your clit as you rode him, the heat coiling quickly in your belly. You could hear him murmuring in Mando’a as your pussy clenched around him, the tension threatening to snap.

Rex’s comm rang again.

You paused, beyond frustrated.

“I didn’t say stop mesh’la,” Rex growled, hips snapping up into you again encouraging you to keep going.

“But Skyw-” You started before Rex grabbed the back of your head, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss.

The tension building snapped and you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave, your legs shaking from the force. Rex pushed his hips up into you twice more before pulling you off him, ropes of cum spilling down his cock as you two panted.

Rex moved you to his side as he got up and grabbed the comm, yet again, slipping his cock into his pants before answering.

You didn’t bother to eavesdrop this time, laying back on the bed letting the blissed-out feeling numb your senses. Soon Rex was standing over you, a genuine smile on his face.

“It’s time to go mesh’la.” His voice was soft, as he stroked your still exposed thigh.

You smiled back, sighing deeply. “One more kiss?”

Rex chuckled, grabbing your hand to help you stand. He pressed his forehead against yours before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“There will be plenty more later mesh’la."

[helbertinelli]

I don't mean to sound like I'm calling someone out because I'm not, but whenever I hear people defending Trophy Husband Anakin, Human Disaster Anakin, Incompetent Anakin, or Pet Anakin, they say it's just a joke.

On its own, it is a very valid reason, but that begs the question: why is it always Anakin?

Why do we never get jokes about Human Disaster Padmé or Incompetent Padmé (or jokes like thst about other characters)? They say that it's because Padmé hasn't done "human-disastery" things, but she has. Padmé is seen by many as strong-willed and courageous for going straight to helping Obi-Wan on Geonosis, but if Anakin did the same thing, he'd be called reckless. Through this, Padmé is turned into a Flawless Queen for doing the same things that turn Anakin into a Human Disaster.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not as mad as you think. This is just an observation of mine.

Maybe I should make a post about it sometime, hehe

I'm as mad as you think, so thank you for sending the ask.

I can't understand how they'd defend Pet Anakin, even as a joke. I mean Anakin started out as a child slave and then you go from that to making him a pet? Yikes.

Human Disaster and Incompetent Anakin have all been made worse by TCW, I bet. Because TCW made sure to portray him as being always kinda incompetent and basically a fuck up. No one respects him in TCW and Obi-Wan and Ahsoka constantly make fun of him, even when he's right. And there's also fanon!Anakin which basically convinced a good part of the fandom that Anakin is stupid and he doesn't even know the colors or how to read, when, you know, in canon Anakin is one of the most intelligent people in the galaxy.

Now, trophy husband Anakin, this gives me vibes of anti-Anidala and somehow Anidala people latched on to it. But its implications are basically that Padme doesn't love Anakin for anything else other than the fact that she can brag about his looks and she can fuck him. If people understood Anidala and understood that Padme loves Anakin (for way more than his body), they'd know that trophy husband Anakin is a pretty disgusting concept as it relates to their relationship. It also means that Padme is superior to Anakin in the relationship, which is not true and has never been true. And it turns Anakin into an object, which again, just like the Pet Anakin, it's really disturbing when you think about it. You're turning the guy who got out of slavery into an object again. Yikes!

I know some Padme fans get mad if someone even says the words Padme Skywalker or if they say Padme wanted to be Anakin's wife, so this whole trophy husband Anakin thing reminds me a lot of those people. It implies that Padme would have never wanted to be Anakin's wife because she loved him, but she would be his wife if it meant she had a toy basically that she can show off. So he's not her husband because she wants him to act like a husband, he's her husband because she wants to tie himself to her and to show ownership over him. It's extremely fucked up. I can't understand how people (especially those who like Anidala and Trophy Anakin) can excuse this or find this appealing for the relationship of Anakin and Padme.

One reason behind all those "tropes" would be that I've noticed that in many fandoms (and some canons... mainly in comics), it's cool to infantilize men and to make them act extremely submissive and harmless (they're incompetent, they're stupid, they're lost without another person to control their every decision and hold their hand at every step). I personally find it extremely disturbing. Was there no middle ground between men not respecting women and treating them as objects AND men acting like door mats and being treated like objects?

You are right about Padme being just as reckless as Anakin. She also jumps head-first into things and she doesn't even have the powers of the Chosen One or Force sensitivity. At least Anakin has something to back up his recklessness. So in a way, Padme is way more of a disaster than he is. But if you start saying Padme is a human disaster or a trophy wife (hell you can barely say she's a wife at all without some Padme fans going like "Anakin mind tricked her, she was only his wife to spy on him, GL was sexist for making Padme fall in love with Anakin"), or a pet people will get mad because they'll recognize how sexist and dehumanizing and disgusting it is to call someone those things now that they are applied to a woman. But if they're applied to men it's fun apparently.

One of the reasons I like Anidala is because they were extremely equal in so many aspects. Padme was a queen and Anakin was a slave from Tatooine, but she never treated him like he was any less than her. Despite their differences in power (Anakin being the most powerful Jedi and Padme being just a normal human), they were both extremely competent at what they did and they both respected each other's actions. And as a couple, they were both completely in love with the other and happy to be married, not because it meant ownership over the other, but because it brought them even closer together. The ROTS novelization puts it very nicely when it basically says that Anakin and Padme were one in the Force and her heartbeat was Anakin's heartbeat too, and they were so close and so in love that even when they were apart they were still like one entity. It's just so beautiful and it's really sad when people ruin their characters and their relationships with things like incompetent trophy Anakin or Chadme (which is the TCW and fanon version of Padme who hates Anakin and only cares about her job and acts like a macho man who just goes around punching everything).

Also, you should make a post about it. The more the merrier. Tag me in it, I’ll reblog it asap.

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i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out. 

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins. 

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls. 

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty. 

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there. 

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?” 

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.” 

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.  

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please. 

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

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It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time. 

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down. 

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).

[10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat]

thanks to this gorgeous art by @hrtiu I’ve thinking about Thornidala and this AU happened 

Thorn doesn’t die on Scipio. Because I said so. He does need some extensive surgery to both his chest and his brain, and parts of his brain need to be replaced with cybernetic implants, but he’s still fit for duty. 

after Anakin leaves for the Outer Rim sieges Padme’s left alone and Thorn is escorting her places as part of her security detail and they become buddies 

when Padme finds out she’s pregnant Thorn is the only person she tells ... because he caught her puking into a trash can in her office between Senate meetings 

she keeps missing opportunities to tell Anakin on the rare occasions they get to talk (she was going to break the news to him during their chat when he was on Anaxes before they got interrupted) 

Padme and Thorn continue to bond during this time, and Thorn starts to catch feelings; even though he can’t be with Padme and he can’t ever play a proper fatherly role to the baby, he still feels protective of them 

(using singular baby because in ROTS they didn’t know she was having twins until it was time to deliver)

The events of ROTS happen and everything goes to shit. Because Thorn suffered head injuries on Scipio that required extensive surgery and cybernetic implants, his inhibitor chip was unknowingly removed, so when he receives That Order he’s like “um ... what? doesn’t make sense but okay”

instead of going to hunt down Jedi he goes to Padme’s - she’s a Senator after all, and if the Jedi are attempting an overthrow of the Senate she’ll need protection, right? 

he sits with her as they watch the Jedi Temple burn and she leans her head on his shoulder and cries kinda like she does in the movie

when she goes to Mustafar Thorn insists on going with her - he doesn’t know everything going on with Anakin but he does know that Mustafar is in Separatist space so he feels duty-bound to go and protect his friend

at first he stays on the ship at Padme’s insistence, but after Anakin chokes her out and starts fighting Obi-Wan he carries her back onboard and sits with her until Obi-Wan returns 

Padme may be injured from being Force-choked and heartbroken, but she doesn’t die Because I Said So. She survives childbirth and gets to hold her babies.

Obi-Wan and Bail Organa make arrangements for Padme, Thorn, and the babies to go into hiding.

(Thorn will eventually catch wind that there are some rogue clones running around and that they’re not only avoiding the Empire but actively fighting against them. He’s tempted to go find them but he can’t bring himself to leave Padme or the babies.)

It takes a few years for Padme to reciprocate Thorn’s feelings. Like she catches on that he likes her as more than a friend, but it takes a while for her to address it because she’s grieving the loss of her marriage to Anakin, not to mention busy raising Luke and Leia and helping Bail with the Rebellion on the down-low.

She realizes she likes him back out of the blue one day, when she’s watching him play with the kids and thinking about how good he is with them, how he’s really stepped into the role of Dad, and how he’d been her rock the entire time they’ve been friends.

is she skittish about the prospect of starting another relationship and falling in love again? Of course she is, especially since her husband became a Sith Lord and betrayed everything she held dear ... presumably out of love for her. 

(she wouldn’t trade her time with Anakin for anything though, with all its ups and downs, especially since she got two rambunctious little blessings out of it)

(does she know how to broach the subject of the kids’ biological father to them? nope, that’s Future Padme’s problem)

but she does talk with Thorn about how she feels, and they decide to give it a shot

Rebel Spy Power Couple? Rebel Spy Power Couple.

are they thrilled when Leia wants to take a more active role in the Rebellion and Luke wants to train to become a Jedi with Obi-Wan? Not really, it’s dangerous after all (and they’re scared that Luke might go the same way as Anakin) but they still support the kids in their endeavors. 

they eventually have to have that uncomfortable conversation about Anakin with the kids after the events on Bespin (Padme is also ready to go bitchslap Vader herself after he cut off Luke’s hand and kidnapped Leia a few times)  

Padme and Thorn both make it to the end of the Galactic Civil War, still very much in love, and they sit together under a tree on Endor as they watch the fireworks, the revelry, and Luke and Leia enjoying the company of their friends

(Thorn doesn’t care much for Han, he thinks Leia can do better, but what can he do? Leia’s stubborn and has a mind of her own, just like her mother) 

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Hi!  Okay, so, to build this up a bit, I’ll cover what originally made the Council decide that training Anakin wasn’t a great idea:  In the scene where they test him--which they agree to, so they are genuinely considering it, they’re not rejecting Anakin out of hand for being too old, otherwise they wouldn’t go through the effort or take the test seriously, as we see them do--they are very neutral towards him and nobody says anything like Anakin is bad and terrible or whatever.  Nobody says feelings are bad or anything of the sort: Yoda: Hmm... how feel you? Anakin: Cold, sir. Yoda: Afraid are you? Anakin: No, sir. Yoda: See through you, we can. Mace: Be mindful of your feelings. Ki-Adi: Your thoughts dwell on your mother. Anakin: I miss her. Yoda: Afraid to lose her... I think, hmm? Anakin: (a little angry) What's that got to do with anything? Yoda: Everything. Fear is the path to the dark side... fear leads to anger... anger leads to hate.. hate leads to suffering... I sense much fear in you.

Mace says “be mindful of your feelings”, which is pretty much the opposite of denying that they’re there--MINDFULNESS:  “a mental state achieved by focusing one's awareness on the present moment, while calmly acknowledging and accepting one's feelings, thoughts, and bodily sensations, used as a therapeutic technique.” Also in this scene, Yoda’s words are important, because he’s connecting Anakin’s reactions to the path to the dark side and Yoda’s lent a whole lot of narrative weight in this scene because it’s almost word for word how George Lucas describes the fundamentals of the Force: “Once you become afraid that somebody’s going to take it away from you or you’re gonna lose it, then you start to become angry, especially if you’re losing it, and that anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering. Mostly on the part of the person who’s selfish, because you spend all your time being afraid of losing everything you’ve got instead of actually living.”  --George Lucas This shows that we’re meant to take Yoda’s words with extra consideration, given that he is absolutely, completely correct about how the dark side works.  He’s not saying that “you have one bad feeling and you’re a dark sider forever”, he’s saying that “once you start letting hate seize on your heart, once you start murdering people out of hate and anger, you gotta live with that shit for the rest of your life”, and he’s warning Anakin that being unable to face your fears means they’re going to grab hold of you. Jedi have negative feelings all the time, we see them in the movies!  From “perfect” Jedi like Mace and Obi-Wan and Yoda!  And nobody says that, oh, no, I had a feeling, that was bad.  Instead, they acknowledge it and work through those feelings and let them go--I mean, even the test for their younglings on Ilum or the tests from the Lothal Jedi Temple are designed around this concept. Hell, even as young as the creche, the Jedi teach their children that the dark side is part of them and that again echoes how George Lucas says the Force works, giving weight to the narrative correctness of the Jedi’s practices:       “Qui-Gon whispered, “The dark side?” He knew it was a thing all beings carried within them, a part of himself he would learn to guard against—the crèche masters had taught him all that. --Master & Apprentice      “Only way to overcome the dark side is through discipline.” --George Lucas Anakin, in this scene, has trouble admitting to his fears even existing, he gets defensive and angry--and that’s completely understandable, nowhere in the scene do they say he’s bad for it or anything like that.  But it does mean he’s likely a poor fit for the Jedi at this point and half-training someone is more dangerous than fully training them. George’s commentary on Anakin supports this as well, that he doesn’t really want to accept Jedi philosophy:     “The fact that everything must change and that things come and go through his life and that he can’t hold onto things, which is a basic Jedi philosophy that he isn’t willing to accept emotionally and the reason that is because he was raised by his mother rather than the Jedi. If he’d have been taken in his first year and started to study to be a Jedi, he wouldn’t have this particular connection as strong as it is and he’d have been trained to love people but not to become attached to them.     “But he has become attached to his mother and he will become attached to Padme and these things are, for a Jedi, who needs to have a clear mind and not be influenced by threats to their attachments, a dangerous situation. And it feeds into fear of losing things, which feeds into greed, wanting to keep things, wanting to keep his possessions and things that he should be letting go of. His fear of losing her turns to anger at losing her, which ultimately turns to revenge in wiping out the village.“  –George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary And George ties Anakin’s attachment (which is tied to possessive, obsessive feelings, not synonymous with any kind of care) to his mother for why he becomes Darth Vader, that it’s on his character, not on the Jedi:       “[Anakin] turns into Darth Vader because he gets attached to things. He can’t let go of his mother; he can’t let go of his girlfriend. He can’t let go of things. It makes you greedy. And when you’re greedy, you are on the path to the dark side, because you fear you’re going to lose things, that you’re not going to have the power you need.” –George Lucas, Time Magazine So, what changes? By the end of the movie, the Sith have undeniably returned, and they know that there’s still another one out there and they’re quite possibly going to be looking for a new apprentice:

Further, Obi-Wan says that he is going to train Anakin, whether he does so as a Jedi or whether he leaves with Anakin to go elsewhere. This is something that Jedi have done before and they’re pretty fine with it (Age of Republic: Count Dooku has Jak’zin telling Dooku that most Jedi think he’s gone off to create his own order of the Force and Dooku’s surprised by this, showing that the Jedi never lifted a finger to stop this or even scold him for it, they’re fine with it), but Obi-Wan has only just been Knighted, Anakin is so tremendously potentially powerful and doesn’t have a great mindset, so he really needs the community support that the Jedi provide. Even further, in the comic Age of the Republic: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda makes a point to talk to Obi-Wan and say:  “If you’re going to commit to training Anakin, you must commit.”

“If train him you must, young Kenobi... train him well.” Even as far back as Empire Strikes Back, Yoda has been emphasizing that a Jedi must be serious about this, you can’t half-ass it, given the depths of their powers, the ability they have to hurt others, and how the Force is a constant echo in their heads and they have to be disciplined against it (another thing George Lucas specifically says is how the Force works). “A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind.” So, basically, the Council initially doesn’t want to accept him because they think Anakin would struggle too much with their ways (and that’s not throwing shade on him, not everyone is meant to be a Jedi and that’s not a bad thing for either path! as well as they’re kinda right, given George’s commentary on Anakin) and they wouldn’t be a good fit for each other. But then the Sith are back, if it was the Apprentice who died, then the Master will be looking for a new one and Anakin would be far too tempting, so they have to protect this kid, despite that they don’t actually seem to believe he’s the Chosen One (or that, if he is, it matters), especially if Obi-Wan is going to train him either way, and so they say, “Yeah, we’ve decided to accept him for the Jedi path, because it’s more dangerous to half-ass someone’s training than it is to truly commit to them and do it properly.” And, honestly, given how genuinely liked Anakin seems to be by the other Jedi, it wasn’t about having a grudge against him or anything, it was that they weren’t sure he was a good fit for their ways, but once he was accepted, they truly committed to him!

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@nilhenwen​ made some nice commentary in a reblog on my Luminara post, but that post is already such a monster that I’m making new post instead xD.

I’m a big Luminara fan and I’m hoping to mine all of this wonderful analysis in my next fic.

I think she’s a badass who just knows how to get things done and CRUCIALLY, when Filoni is showing her dealing with the possible loss of Barriss it’s meant to be showing a contrast for Anakin’s entirely emotional and attached response. Luminara feels it just as much as he does, she just doesn’t succumb to it. His succumbing here means the Padawans get saved. Which could be Filoni’s way of also showing that Luminara’s attempts at avoiding attachment are also flawed and often dangerous.

Balance innit?

(💚 Fellow Luminara fans unite!! \^o^/ 💚)

I definitely think Anakin and Luminara’s reactions are meant to be contrasted and compared in this episode, and neither is perfect in their way of dealing with this.

But going off Lucas quotes I don’t get the impression that attachment is something one should strive for balance in, but rather something to avoid. Like attachment is pretty consistently connected to bad things, when Lucas is talking about it.

The Making of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, page 213: “No human can let go,” Lucas would say of [the Yoda-Anakin scene]. “It’s very hard. Ultimately, we do let go because it’s inevitable; you do die and you do lose your loved ones. But while you’re alive, you can’t be obsessed with holding on. As Yoda says in this one, ‘You must learn to let go of everything you’re afraid to let go of.’ Because holding on is in the same category and the precursor to greed. And that’s what a Sith is. A Sith is somebody that is absolutely obsessed with gaining more and more power - but for what? Nothing, except that it becomes an obsession to get more.”

“The Jedi are trained to let go. They’re trained from birth,” he continues, “They’re not supposed to form attachments. They can love people- in fact, they should love everybody. They should love their enemies; they should love the Sith. But they can’t form attachments. So what all these movies are about is: greed. Greed is a source of pain and suffering for everybody. And the ultimate state of greed is the desire to cheat death.”

Star Wars: Attack of the Clones commentary track, George Lucas: “The fact that everything must change and that things come and go through his life and that he can’t hold onto things, which is a basic Jedi philosophy that he isn’t willing to accept emotionally and the reason that is because he was raised by his mother rather than the Jedi. If he’d have been taken in his first year and started to study to be a Jedi, he wouldn’t have this particular connection as strong as it is and he’d have been trained to love people but not to become attached to them.   

“But he has become attached to his mother and he will become attached to Padme and these things are, for a Jedi, who needs to have a clear mind and not be influenced by threats to their attachments, a dangerous situation. And it feeds into fear of losing things, which feeds into greed, wanting to keep things, wanting to keep his possessions and things that he should be letting go of. His fear of losing her turns to anger at losing her, which ultimately turns to revenge in wiping out the village. The scene with the Tusken Raiders is the first scene that ultimately takes him on the road to the dark side. I mean he’s been prepping for this, but that’s the one where he’s sort of doing something that is completely inappropriate.“

So I don’t really vibe with the view of balance in attachment. Or rather, balance is on the non-attached end of the spectrum. I don’t think there’s such a thing as a healthy or good attachment. Attachment is when it becomes bad. “The shadow of greed” as Yoda says. (Others are of course allowed their own interpretations though.)

I know Filoni talks about attachment in a comment of his I’ve seen concerning this episode, but I also to some extent kinda disagree with his take-away there. For example, in that commentary Filoni talked about Anakin’s “way of stronger compassion”, and that’s not really something I see here. He has little compassion for Luminara after their first post-factory explosion interaction and is instead angry and lashing out at her. His tone when talking about how Ahsoka will survive is dark, almost threatening. I don’t see compassion there either, it’s about attachment, his inability to let go. Overall I don’t feel like Filoni’s comments fully matches what I see in the episode, (and as they were made years later, in a greater interview, that might not be super strange?). 

I think me and Filoni just might not fully agree in our view on Luminara, and that’s okay. The material is out there and open to different interpretations. Lucas is the only Word of God I bow to completely xD (and people don’t have to accept Lucas either).

Anakin’s refusal to let go gives him a focus here that yields results, but there are warning bells that things could have gone pretty wrong if they were unable to save the padawans. Even during the rescue he starts low-key lashing out at Luminara, and he keeps ascribing himself an agency he just doesn’t actually have when it comes to Ahsoka’s life and death: “I refuse to let Ahsoka die”. 

Now, Luminara’s way of dealing with the pain of possible loss isn’t perfect either. She seems to be without much hope for the possibility of saving them initially. 

But Luminara also only despairs as to whether save the padawans is possible in the first few moments after the weapon’s factory collapses. After Anakin insist that they still have a shot, she gets up and does this little face:

That short, soft smile of appreciation is first of all proof no. 476 in this episode that Luminara Unduli really likes Anakin Skywalker. But after this moment Luminara appears just as active in the search for the padawans as Anakin. She seems to have drawn strength from his refusal to give up. (Anakin however keeps on accusing her of having given up, an accusation she’s even angered by the second time around, and he’s all round going darker and darker as the rescue work continues.)

Luminara could use some of Anakin’s fighting spirit (a quality in both him and Ahsoka that she seems to appreciate). I don’t think what Luminara needs is to grow attached though. It might be one way of going about having that fighting spirit, but I think there are other ways as well, ones with far less risk of collateral damage or making deals with the devil himself to stop death (goddammit Anakin!!!).

Now, I usually don’t use a lot of Legends in my examples (I’m a nu!EU adherent xD), but Yoda: Dark Rendezvous has a passage that I really like and that popped into my head writing this. 

“Teach me about pain, think you can?” Yoda said softly. “Think the old Master cannot care, mmm? Forgotten who I am, have you? Old am I, yes. Mm. Loved more than you, have I, Padawan. Lost more. Hated more. Killed more.” The green eyes narrowed to gleaming slits under heavy lids. Dragon eyes, old and terrible. “Think wisdom comes at no cost? The dark side, yes - it is easier for them. The pain grows too great, and they eat the darkness to flee from it. Not Yoda. Yoda loves and suffers for it, loves and suffers.”

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life itself was a lightsaber in his hands; even in the face of treachery and death and hopes gone cold, he burned like a candle in the darkness. Like a star shining in the black eternity of space.

Love and suffer. Face the risk of loss, hope in spite of it that you can save those people in danger and fully accept the loss and let go if it comes to it. Then keep hoping the next time.

[darker-soft-starker]

Starker Next Door Neighbour AU

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Tonys new neighbour is kinda weird.

Like, he’s not trying to be callous or anything. But he’s just, y’know. Strange.

They first met four months ago. 

The apartment opposite Tony’s had been vacant for only two weeks ever since old Mrs. Perry moved to Florida to retire with her grandkids. That was until one rainy Tuesday, when Tony sighted his new neighbour trudging down the hallway, hauling box after box through the elevator, whistling to himself as he relocated all of his belongings to 7C. 

Tony, on his way out, had first seen the guy trying to precariously balance a large box in his arms whilst trying to unlock his apartment door at the same time. Predictably, he’d dropped his keys and Tony had swooped in and picked them up for him.

“Oh my gosh, thank you” the guy had said earnestly, shaking Tony’s hand after opening his door. “Yikes, I’m such a mess. Mercury in retrograde, am I right?”

Tony had nodded, having no idea what he was talking about, and promptly left.

So, the new guy - Peter, he had later learned was his name - was cute. Fluffy curls, gorgeous skin, irresistible big brown eyes. 

But he was, y’know, a little bizarre.

Tony’s not even exaggerating. 

Every time he goes into the hallway he’s met with a sneeze-inducing wave of patchouli and incense, holding his breath as he passes, wondering if he is living next door to a Shinto shrine. Tony swears at night that he hears humming. Like, of the om mani padme hum kind of variety. He hears the distant clang of singing bowls and tuning forks at midnight when he’s turning in to go to bed. 

He thought about politely telling Peter to keep it down but every time he knocked on the door of 7C Peter just beamed at him in welcome and asked him about his day with genuine interest.

Tony bought ear plugs instead.

Tony swears that Peter can’t be any older than he is, early twenties at the youngest, but he says words like radical, dude and oopsy-daisy, groovy. One time he stubbed his toe around Tony and said fiddlesticks. He seems to be in and out at the weirdest times, waving burning sage at the letterboxes at three AM as if it were the normal thing to do.

“What do you even do,” Tony had asked one morning in the elevator. Peter was carrying a crate full of succulents, biceps bulging with the strain.

Peter looks down at his crate of plants and then back up to Tony as if it were obvious. The duh goes unsaid but Tony hears it.

“I’m a yoga teacher and a reiki practitioner,” he says, handing Tony a succulent from the crate.  

Tony blinks down at the small potted plant. 

“Um,” he says. 

“It’s an echeveria elegans,” Peter explains, smiling.

“Do you... want me to hold this for you?”

“No, silly,” Peter had laughed. “It’s yours. Keep it in the sunlight and try not to over-do it with the water.” 

Tony leaves the elevator more confused than before, clutching the succulent all the way to his 9:00AM class.

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Tony can handle weirdness. Tony can handle eccentricity. He can even handle the new plant he absolutely does not have time to care for and absolutely did not call Brenda.

But what Tony can’t handle is the ear-piercingly loud Gregorian chanting that comes from next door one night whilst he’s studying. Up for two days already, his concentration is shot by the guttural singing, the lead of his pencil snapping against his notebook in frustration. It’s nearly midnight for fucks sake.

Tony had stormed over, enraged and determined, and rapped his knuckles on the door for a good two minutes before it had swung open, a smiling Peter giving him a warm welcome on the other side.

“Do you mind?” Tony had demanded. “I’m trying to study for my thesis.”

Peter looked taken aback, contriteness making his big brown eyes dewy and soft. 

“Oh my gosh,” he’d said, extending a hand out, “I’m so sorry about that. Hang on, wait here. Please wait.”

So Tony had waited, expecting Peter to rush to lower the volume. Instead, he’d returned with a fist-sized, green and purple rock-crystal thing, presenting it to Tony with a grin. 

Peter had placed it in Tony’s palm, using both hands to curl Tony’s fingers over the heavy, polished stone.

“There,” Peter says proudly. “It’s fluorite.”

“It’s what,” Tony blinks.

“For clarity and concentration,” Peter explains, beaming a mile wide. “Keep it, okay? Good luck on your thesis.”

He’d closed the door, leaving Tony with a rock in his hand and the chanting continued.

Tony bought noise-cancelling headphones to put over his ear-plugs.

He definitely didn’t place the fluorite on his windowsill by his bed or smile at it sometimes or run his fingers over its smooth edges.

Ever since it’s been a never ending stream of peculiar behaviour, weird conversations about moon phases, etheric bodies and third eyes while waiting for their laundry to dry in the basement, the effect of the upcoming perigee syzygy on the neighbourhood and guessing Tony’s star sign.

“Cancer, right?”

“What?”

“Your zodiac sign,” Peter answers, rubbing at his eyebrow, pushing the hairs askew. His nails are painted black. 

“Gemini,” Tony answers warily, piling his underwear and bedsheets into his basket.

“Damn, I was close,” Peter smiles, pouring his own mixture of organic fabric softener into the washer. “I’ll figure you out yet.”

Tony wants to reach over and smooth down the raised hairs on his eyebrow. 

He’s a perfectionist, that’s all.

But in any case Tony just continues to go about his life, continues to study, grade his papers. He visits his optometrist and gets a new prescription and wonders how he is going to pay his phone bill when he spends more on heating over the winter than he intended.

It's all fine, whale music and white sage aside.

Not that he’d ever admit it, but it’s kinda nice.

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One day Tony rouses from his slumber to hear loud voices outside, the bellow of protesters on the main arterial street below. Tony thinks nothing of it and pops in his ear plugs, keen to get another hour of sleep before he has to be at his class. Being a TA is the worst.

Later, Tony watches the local news, watching in horrified fascination as his neighbour is one of the many arrested for protesting at a rally of a visiting Republican senator. 

“What’s with the pyjamas?” Tony had queried at the letterboxes the following day, roaming his eyes over the soft-looking Hello Kitty pants that Peter had been arrested and released in - and was still wearing. 

The pictures of his arrest had been on twitter for gods sake. He was trending as #hellokittyguy. It was all his students were talking about.

“Oh, I’d slept in,” was all Peter said. 

“You slept in. To a protest.” 

“Irresponsible, I know. I’m already beating myself up, don’t worry.”

At this stage, Tony can’t even find himself to be bothered by it. He’s so used to the sound of the koto, the wind flute and kalimba from next door that it’s damn near unsettling to go without it. Tony’s used to the weird attire, from the ponchos and the sandals and the fisherman pants in mid-winter, the beaded bracelets and rose quartz pendants. He’s even used to finding Peter knocking on his door, asking for salt or milk or handing him personalised organza bags filled with small crystals and incense cones and charms.

And if he looks forward to their talks at the door? It’s only Tony’s business.

One night Peter sets off the fire alarm from burning rope incense. He says he got it when he went to Nepal, apologising profusely to the grouchy occupants who send him withering stares.

Tony doesn’t even ask, too busy staring at Peters lithe, muscled frame that had been hiding under the baggy clothes. The man is clad only in his underwear, didn’t think to grab anything when he’d fled to the emergency meeting point. 

It’s three in the morning. Tony’s not even mad.

"Did you know your aura is gold and red,” Peter had asked that night, wandering over to him and accepting an offered a cigarette.

“No,” Tony yawned, taking a drag and wishing he was back in his own bed, fire truck lights flashing, dizzying and disorienting.

“S’nice. Pretty.”

Peter wraps his arms around himself and shivers, the cool night air sending goosebumps over his pale skin.

Tony quickly shrugs his own jacket off his shoulders and offers it to Peter so he doesn’t have to stare at the obscene way his nipples harden.

“Thanks, Tony. You’re a sweetheart.”

“I’m not - it’s not a big deal,” Tony grumbles. “You looked like you needed it, so.”

Peter smothers his smile in the collar of Tony’s jacket. Tony still sees it. 

His stomach squirms like the first time he held someones hand.

“Do you want to have dinner sometime?” Peter asks, as they pile back upstairs an hour later after the building has been cleared.

“Yeah, okay,” Tony agrees, eyeing the dimples of Peters lower back and the crevice of his muscles where his spine rests. He’s got an ass that’s so perfect it deserves to be worshipped but Tony isn’t looking at it. He’s not.

“Tomorrow work for you?”

Tony nods, watching Peter disappear back into his apartment with an awkward wave and a smile. He’s still wearing Tony’s jacket. 

If Tony goes back inside his apartment and jerks off to the image of Peter wearing just his jacket and nothing else, well then, no one else needs to know.

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The following evening Tony knocks on Peters door, dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. He adjusts his glasses where they perch on his nose as he waits, sliding them up as Peter opens the door, beckoning him inside. 

The interior looks very different to Tony’s apartment, is the first thing he notices. 

Plants hang from the ceiling, there is a large afghan rug in the living room, all the furniture is mismatched, a sofa and an armchair with different patterns and colours, all the bookshelves are of different wood and sizes. 

There are cushions everywhere, crystals and rocks on almost every surface, incense burning by the open window, stacks and stacks of books on the divine and lunar charts on the walls. Michelle Branch is playing unironically from the speakers on Peters bookshelves.

“I didn’t know what to bring, so,” Tony mumbles, tearing his eyes away from a copy of the Karma Sutra and holding up store bought cake and a bottle of red wine.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” Peter gushes, kissing Tony’s cheek and taking the items from him and herding him onto the sofa. “Sit, sit. I’ll be right back.”

Tony sits, a little dazed. The spot on his cheek where Peters lips touched his skin burns. 

There’s an old TV in the corner and a CD player straight out of the nineties nestled in the corner between book stacks. 

There’s two magazines on the coffee table: National Geographic and Cosmopolitan. God, Peter is so, so... 

Charming, is the word that comes unbidden to Tony’s mind when Peter bounds back into the living room, two glasses of wine clutched in his hands, the charms on his beaded bracelets clinking together. He’s barefoot, Tony notices. His toenails are painted black, too.

“So, I have a confession to make,” Peter begins, passing Tony a glass and sitting beside him on the sofa.

“Oh, god,” Tony winces. “You’re not an anti-vaxxer, are you?” 

He didn’t even think about that. 

“What,” Peter blinks. “No.”

“Okay, good. Sorry. Continue.”

“I’m, uh, kinda broke. I know I invited you to dinner but all I have is cup ramen and Corona.”

“Oh,” Tony says, watching at how Peter smiles sheepishly,  “That’s okay. I like cup ramen. I mean, I’m a student, so.”

“Is that okay?” Peter asks, cringing as he casts a look over to his tiny kitchenette. “Sorry, I was so shocked that you even agreed to come that I couldn’t even think.”

“Mercury in retrograde?” Tony guesses.

“No,” Peter laughs, looking at his hands bashfully. “You’re just really cool and handsome and sophisticated and I don’t know. It wasn’t in my tarot, so.”

It wasn’t in his tarot, Tony repeats in his mind, wondering when exactly he hit his head and found all of this attractive. He’s a man of science, alright?

“You been crushin’ on me, huh?” Tony asks, shifting closer until their thighs and shoulders touch.

“Yeah. You make me kinda nervous.”

“Well your tarot can’t tell you that I think you’re beautiful,” Tony reasons, sipping his wine. “Or delightful. Or that I think the way you swing your legs when you’re waiting for your drying is adorable.”

The flush that comes over Peters cheeks makes Tony’s heart beat faster.

“You really think that?”

“Against my better judgement,” Tony admits. 

“What was it that did you in?” Peter asks, leaning in, drawing his knees up and looking like a pleased cat. “Was it the green fluorite? The rutilated quartz?”

Tony leans in to bridge the gap, pressing his lips against Peter’s in a sweet kiss. He tastes like coffee and wine and everything smells like lemongrass and palo santo.

“Just your cute, quirky self,” Tony says against his lips. “And maybe the blue calcite.”

Peter laughs against his mouth. “I knew it.”

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Later, when Tony is curled up against Peter’s bare chest, still catching his breath, Peter asks him on a second date.

“There’s a climate change rally at the State Library this weekend, if you’re interested. We could have matching signs and drink Corona after.”

“Baby,” Tony yawns, eyes heavy, “you do that thing with your tongue again and I’ll go anywhere with you.”

“Sweet,” Peter says, pressing a kiss into Tony’s hair.

Yeah, Tony thinks as he drifts off, it is.

[redspaceace-writes]

Love - (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Request: Hello there (😏) darling!How are u ? I hope good!Anyways I saw u write for obi wan and I was wondering if u could obi wan coming home to the reader after a really long mission and they just kiss a lot and cuddle so u know super fluffy plz ??Love u precious ❤️🥰💙

Author's Note: Thank you for the request, my dear friend, @starwarsprequelfangirl 💜💜 I hope you enjoy. I made the reader a senator because (mostly I was lazy, lmao) of the GIF. I wanted it to kinda connect with the story. This also follows the storyline of Revenge of the Sith after they rescue the Chancellor. Dialogue from the movie has been incorporated.

Word Count: 823

Warnings: So much fluff

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It is late afternoon when Obi-Wan arrives back on Coruscant. Palpatine, Anakin, and his droid R2-D2 exit the shuttle onto a landing platform at the Senate Office Building. Obi-Wan stays, leaning against the doorframe of the transport.

“Are you coming, Master?” Anakin asks Obi-Wan.

“Oh no. I’m not brave enough for politics. I have to report to the council. Besides, someone needs to be the poster boy,” Obi-Wan jokes with a small, close-lipped smile.

“Hold on,” Anakin protests. “This whole operation was your idea.”

“Let us not forget, Anakin, that you rescued me from the buzz droids. And you killed Count Dooku, and you rescued the chancellor carrying me unconscious on your back.” Obi-Wan reminds him.

“All because of your training.”

“Anakin, let’s be fair. Today you were the hero and you deserve your glorious day with the politicians.”

“All right. But you owe me one, and not for saving your skin for the tenth time.” Anakin warns.

“Ninth time. That business on Cato Neimoidia doesn’t-doesn’t count. I’ll see you at the briefing.” Anakin grins at his Master before turning to join the chancellor and senators gathered around him. Obi-Wan watches him leave and sense someone’s attention on him. He searches for who the culprit is and finds your gaze. You stand just outside the group of your fellow senators staring directly at Obi-Wan. You give him a tiny wave. He returns the gesture with a loving smile, one that promises his return to you later that evening. He retreats from the doorway of the shuttle and it flies off in the direction of the Jedi Temple.

Your excitement at Obi-Wan’s return is difficult to contain. You feel as though you’ll burst from happiness. Padme startles you as she grabs your arm.

“I see Anakin and Obi-Wan have come back from their mission,” she states giddily. You nod.

“Yes, I am delighted they are safe and out of harm’s way,” you say, trying to maintain a professional and respectful demeanor. She lightly smacks your arm.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N! What’s the point in hiding your care for him if I already know and you know about me and Anakin?” You shrug at your friend. “I’m going to greet Anakin. I’ll see you at the meeting!”

Padme runs off, her dress gripped tight in her hands, disappearing from sight. You sigh and join the rest of the senators, trailing at the back of the group behind Palpatine. The one thing on your mind is the reunion you get to have with your lover.

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Night had fallen, the moon shining through the windows, illuminating the apartment. You lounge on the couch, sprawled out. Your head rests on one end, a pillow under it. Your legs are stretched out to the other side of the sofa, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the opposite. The lights are dimmed so you can enjoy the natural light. Then a knock interrupts the serene environment. You turn your attention to the door.

“Door’s open!” you announce loud enough for the person on the side to hear. The door slides open and an exhausted Obi-Wan steps through. When it shuts behind him, he locks it before making eye contact with you. You set your drink down on the table next to the sofa and offer him an elated smile. He returns it before collapsing onto you. You groan in surprise at his action. His head rests on your torso, burying his head there. His legs dangle off the furniture.

“Obi,” you call. “Are you all right?” He nods against you.

“Just tired and missing you, Y/N,” he speaks. It is muffled.

“Do you want some dinner?” you ask.

“No, I just want to lay here and enjoy this time with you.” You smile at his admission.

“I’ll read to you then, how about that?”

“That sounds lovely, dear.” You clear your throat and start reading aloud from where you left off. The other hand not holding the book slides down to card through his hair. He hums at your touch. Obi-Wan decides to press kisses to your body through your nightgown. You try to refrain from giggling. 

After a while, you feel his lips stop moving and hear quiet snores drift through the silence. You put the book down, marking the page you’ve ended on and gaze at his sleeping form. Obi-Wan had been gone for five months on this past mission and you could tell that each day away from you was draining. It was for you, too, being apart from him so long. At least now you got to enjoy the time until his next assignment.

“My perfect Jedi General,” you whisper. “What would I do without you?” Not wanting to wake him, you reach for the lamp on the table and switch it off, making yourself comfortable in his embrace. Then you drift to sleep, dreams filled with you and Obi-Wan.

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Storm of the Republic

Chapter 17

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Summary:  When Tup murdered General Tiplar during a battle, Anakin Skywalker and Captain Rex dispatched Ahsoka, Fives, and Yara to solve the mystery that was plaguing the Clone Army. Meanwhile, Senator Padme Amidala contacted Commander Fox, Commander Tori, Riyo Chuchi, and Dipper to help her continue investigating the death of Palpatine, suspecting that Dooku was behind the evil plot. But when Dooku send an ISB agent to stop them, the team had to race against time to search for the truth, which could alter the course of the galaxy.

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“Agent Darling,” Admiral Trench contacted her through a hologram. “I regret to report to you that our assets were taken by the Jedi. They had ambushed our shuttle and destroyed every one of our droids.”

Rhea could only nod, her hands guarded behind her. “No worries, admiral. I’ll handle it from here,” she replied in a calm tone. “I wish you luck on your battles on Ringo Vinda. May the odds be in your favour.”

“Thank you, agent,” Admiral Trench bowed as their transmission ended.

Those Jedi are so naïve, she laughed to herself, holding a lighter in her hand. It was just an ordinary lighter which she bought on Coruscant yesterday, but she treasured them by decorating it with assorted stickers.

This was her 43rd lighter that she owned currently. Since Rhea could smoke, she spent her allowance on cigarettes and lighter. Though she would throw the cigarette box after finishing all 20 sticks in 20 days, she was fond of the lighters.

The current one she was holding right now was painted in fuchsia, which matched her personality. It was originally silver, but Rhea attempted to make it more eye-catching, and her talent in arts and craft had paid off.

If she wasn’t an agent, she would sell crafted lighters to her customers instead. She could make some money out of her hobby once she retired from her service for the Galactic Empire.

Looking at the time on her heart-shaped clock, she straightened her posture and adjusted her hair, before reaching out to Lenora on Coruscant. “Hey Nora,” Rhea addressed her by her nickname. “How are you doing today? Did you miss me?”

“Well, kinda,” Lenora replied, in a cheerful voice. “My office feels quiet without you. It’s not the same eating all by myself, you know.”

“I wish I could join you, but duty calls, unfortunately,” she twirled her hair. “Anyway, how’s your progress with Senator Amidala? I heard from the Emperor that you’re getting there.”

“I’m doing great on my mission so far. From what I gathered, Senator Amidala left her office much earlier during the day and headed straight back home.”

“Okay, what was her excuse this time?”

“She had a headache, and she needed to rest,” Lenora spilled the tea. “Honestly, though, I don’t buy it. She used that excuse over three times.”

“Obviously she’s lying. For all I know, she could contact someone outside of Coruscant. Did you figure out who the caller was?”

Lenora shook her head. “Unfortunately, it was a cloaked transmission, so I wasn’t able to figure out, but it was definitely outside of Coruscant. Do you think it could be the Republic remnants’ army?”

“It’s possible,” Rhea agreed with her. “Most of her allies were on the other side, such as Anakin Skywalker and Senator Chuchi. She was extremely close with them throughout the war.”

“That’s true. It’s only a matter of time before this mysterious caller exposed themselves, along with Senator Amidala’s treachery to the Empire,” Lenora stated, before changing the topic. “So, what about you, Ri? What did the Emperor ask you to do this time?”

“It’s something related to Protocol Order 66,” she told him. “Apparently, a clone trooper killed his Jedi General mid-battle. Crazy, right?”

Lenora chuckled. “What an odd coincidence. I read about this protocol in Palpatine’s and the Young twins’ file.

“Well, tell me more about it. That could be useful in tracking down that clone.”

“Wait, did that clone get away or something? What happened? I thought you already captured him.”

“The Jedi got him, for now,” she flicked her lighter. “But I’ll have them, eventually. It’s only a matter of time before someone spotted them on another planet.”

Sitting on the co-pilot’s seat, Yara crossed her arms and glared at Fives as he sat beside her, with a wide smile on his face. “Sorry, Yara, but the captain seemed to favour me more than you.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Yara cussed at her brother as she looked away from him. “At least I have a brain cell, unlike you.”

“Well, I’m not the one who’s constantly late to training every single day,” he pointed out her flaw, causing her to pat him on the shoulder.

“Fuck you!”

“Anyway, we’ll be jumping into hyperspace, so try not to fall,” he teased her, making her hold her tongue.

I wish I could kill him instantly; she sneered at herself as she rested her head on her seat. He’s such a pest sometimes.

As their shuttle made the jump, Yara breathed in relief as she closed her eyes and hugged herself, hoping she could wake up by the time they reached the Anaxes. After what happened with Tup, she could finally have a long rest for herself.

On the other hand, Fives was bored. He was tempted to poke Yara’s puffy cheeks and show his tongue at her, but it was too boring for him. “I should just check on Tup,” he groaned, as he got up from the captain’s seat and walked away from the cockpit.

Tup was deep asleep on his gurney, his arms and legs restrained from any movement he made. His pulse was slowing down and Fives could swear that his body felt warmer than usual. “Hang in here, vod,” he squeezed his hand. “You’ll be okay. I know you would. You can do this, Tup.”

He paced back and forth in the room, wondering if he would arrive at the base faster. He knows it’s a long journey back home, but he wanted time to fly faster. If only he could control time, just like the stories he heard from his friend Dipper.

Yesterday, Fives was playing a board game with Tup, Yara, Jesse, and Kix in their barracks, competing on who gets to be the richest. All five of them were buying properties with the game money and had to pay each other rent every time someone landed on an owned property

Yara was cursing non-stop at having to pay rent to her brothers, while Tup was just relaxing in his jail cell, hoarding all the game money. Ronopoly was the game that had caused many breakups between family, friends, and romantic couples, but Fives thought it did the opposite.

Sure, the five of them argued with each other about who was going to win, but as soon as Kix packed up the game, they were having dinner together at the mess hall, forgetting what had happened in their barrack. Tup was an expert in Ronopoly, and Fives was pleased that he won the game seven times in a row.

I hope he’s okay; he smiled at Tup as he headed back into the cockpit, only to find Yara asleep on his seat. Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me. Seriously, she’s such an ass sometimes.

“Yara, get up,” Fives tapped on her cheeks. “You’re in my seat.”

His sister turned away and continued to sleep in her arms, leaving him to constrain his frustration. “I know you’re still awake. Get up, bitch.”

Without looking or saying a word to him, Yara showed the middle finger to him, her eyes still closed. Fives huffed as he was about to drag her by the leg, only to be kicked in the face. “Oh, you motherfucker-“

“Fuck you, Fives,” Yara jolted from her seat. “I slept here, so that makes it mine now.”

“Bitch, I was there before you.”

“Well, you neglected your duties as a captain, so now, I’m in charge.”

“Says who? Rex put me in charge, so technically, that makes me more competent with you.”

“Fuck you, bitch. You can’t make me move.”

Without hesitating, Fives picked up Yara with all his strength and put her back in the co-pilot’s seat, much to her protest. “Fuck you, Fives!” she yelled. “You’re not my brother anymore.”

“I’m honoured,” Fives bite back. “You were found in a garbage bin on Kamino.”

“Fuck your mother!”

“We were made in the test tube, you di’kut.”

“Then, fuck your test tube!”

“Fuck your test tube too, Yara,” Fives cursed at her, when he heard the radar beeping, much to his bewilderment. “Wait, are we back at the base already? That was fast.”

“I don’t know,” Yara shrugged, scratching her head. “I don’t remember the journey being this short.”

Realizing what was going on, both of them frantically jumped out of hyperspace, only to find themselves surrounded with fields of asteroids. “Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.”