#robin writes

[plutosrobin]

jackieshauna camp counsellor au chap 1!

A girl, maybe her age, with an easy half-smile and hands tucked into the front pockets of her denim shorts. Honey blonde hair curls around her ears, frames barely-there freckles and drinks in the last dregs of whiskey sunlight. Shauna’s breath stutters on the inhale before she finally jerks her attention to the man in front of them who – shit , how long had he been talking?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65078206/chapters/167352166

[melonlthawne]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: DCU (Comics), DCU, Detective Comics (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types, The Flash (Comics), Impulse (Comics), Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice (Comics), Young Justice - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bart Allen & Wally West, Bart Allen & Max Mercury, Bart Allen & Iris West, Bart Allen & Meloni Thawne, Barry Allen & Bart Allen, Bart Allen & Max Crandall, Iris West & Wally West, Wally West & Iris West, Barry Allen & Iris West, Iris West & Meloni Thawne, Meloni Thawne & Thaddeus Thawne, Barry Allen/Iris West, Linda Park/Wally West Characters: Bart Allen, Meloni Thawne, Barry Allen, Wally West, Iris West, Thaddeus Thawne, Max Mercury, Kid Flash, Flash, Flash (DCU), Impulse - Character, inertia - Character Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Canon Rewrite, Bart Allen is Impulse, Bart Allen-centric, Bart Allen Needs A Hug, Wally West is Kid Flash, Wally West is The Flash, Barry Allen is The Flash, Flashfam, Flash Family, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Cute Kids, Family Fluff, baby bart is precious, flash family are together and happy, dc wishes they could get me to write meloni for them Summary:

Bart Allen disappears after a turbulent mission with his crew from Young Justice. His loved ones notice and go on a wild-goose chance trying to find him, only for him to return in a strange state with a strange, unexpected visitor.

AKA

Remake/revamp of my original deaged baby!Bart fic for some shits, giggles, and serotonin. Hopefully written a little crisper after 3 years of improvement. Look inside for lots of fluff, some hurt/comfort, minor angst, and lots of love.

[the-alice-of-hearts]

Ruin me (Jay/Tim)

Read on AO3 here

Words: 766

Summary: Jason loves to push buttons, but Tim has always given as much as he's got

Jason knew he could press people’s buttons, he lived for it even. Watching his family tiptoe around him was painful, but being under their smothering attention was worse. He took a breath and tried to ground himself in the play fight he was having with Tim. Tim would engage with him, even when he was at his worst, and he could never decide if that was a good thing or not. Tim was being snappy as usual, and Jason couldn’t help but watch him circling the room. The younger Robin was complaining about Damian again, something that the littlest bat had done on patrol. 

Then Tim rounded on him. “Are you even listening?��� 

“Blah blah blah, Damian being a terror, blah blah blah, Jason fuck me, blah blah blah are you listening,” Jason repeated back to him. 

Tim’s face went red and he glared. “I didn’t say that!” 

“You were thinking it.” Jason countered. That was the fun of Tim, Jason always knew when he’d come over with a pathetic excuse to get Jason’s attention. And wearing the shorts and tank top that he was wearing in the crisp Gotham late winter Jason knew this was a plea for something he wasn’t willing to ask for. 

Tim pouted for a moment and then changed his stance to that of a predator looking at its prey. “You couldn’t handle me.” Tim challenged him. 

Jason stalked forward to him and looked down into his eyes. “Wanna bet?” 

To his credit, Tim didn’t shrink back or flinch when Jason got into his space, but Jason hadn’t been expecting him to. Tim was too headstrong for his own good, and Jason loved that about him. 

Tim’s eyes dilated just a little in fear or arousal Jason wasn’t sure, for the prey like man it was a good bet it was both. 

“Thought you didn’t hurt kids?” Tim responded. 

Jason laughed darkly. “We both know you’ve always been the exception, Red. But don’t worry, word on the street is that the little birdy finally celebrated his eighteenth birthday.” 

Tim’s face twisted into a grin and then he finally took a step back. “You’ve been keeping tabs on me?” 

“I always keep tabs on you,” Jason responded, reaching out to grab Tim by the shoulder before he could get any further. “Need to know when you’re gonna pop up and be a pain in my side.” 

Tim tensed up in Jason’s hold and Jason just grinned at him. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” 

Jason walked him back into the wall behind him and then leaned in close, boxing Tim in. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson you won’t forget.” 

Tim licked his lips and stared up at Jason with his brilliant eyes. “Try me.” 

Jason pressed his lips to Tim’s and adjusted his hold on him to hold him by the neck. It took just one squeeze for Tim to gasp. “Careful there,” Jason muttered as he kissed down Tim’s jaw. “I’m getting ideas.” 

Tim moaned and Jason shoved his thigh between Tim’s legs so that he could ride his leg. Jason felt Tim’s cock through the thin material of his shorts as he rutted against Jason’s leg. Jason’s own cock was at attention and leaking precum as he kept kissing Tim and pressing him into the wall. 

Tim tried to say something but Jason tightened his hand around his neck once more. That shut him up successfully and got him looking at Jason with tears in his eyes. After a moment of breathlessness, Jason loosened his hold again so that Tim could gasp in breath. The tears slowly dripped down his face and Jason kissed them one by one. “Oh my beautiful birdy, I always enjoy breaking you.” 

Tim jumped up and wrapped his legs around Jason’s waist so that he could be closer. “Again,” he rasped out. 

Jason kept his hold around Tim’s neck and squeezed again watching Tim’s face closely. It was something that Tim had admitted to him when they’d started whatever this way, he loved the rush of endorphins that being strangled brought him, and who was Jason to deny him this when he always cried so pretty when he was losing oxygen? Jason let up after long enough that he knew Tim was completely out of air and watched him pant and stare up at him. “Please,” Tim’s voice sounded wreaked even though Jason hadn’t done much yet. 

“Please what, baby bird?” Jason asked. 

“Please ruin me,” Tim begged and Jason tilted his head up and then was claiming his lips in a kiss. 

“With pleasure.”

[numberonecodwomenfan]

Mama’s Boy

my first writing on this account!! im actually pretty proud of this, despite the fact that i wrote it on my phone in probably 2 hrs lol.

TW for mentions of alcoholism and guns

König’s mother taught him to shoot. Before he even thought of joining the military, back when he was simply Edie’s boy- “the tall one, not the blond,”- from down the street. No one in the small town of Heugraben bothered with his all-too-common name. There were probably three Lukases from down the street, and he had yet to think of using his middle name, so Edith’s boy he became.

Edith was a small, stocky woman, with dark hair that had begun to gray at the roots. Her calloused hands guided König’s fingers to wrap around the trigger of the BB gun he had received for his twelfth birthday. He had been asking for one- his father would take him on hunting trips when he was sober enough to care, and König, young, naïve König, still held out hope that the man would return one day. He wanted to be able to impress his father with his marksmanship.

Edith had finally relented, and after a lengthy safety lecture that König barely paid attention to in his vibrating excitement, Edith set up some of Cristoph’s old practice targets in their vast backyard.

“Your hands are shaking, little prince,” she chastised, and reached out to steady him.

“Sorry, Mama.”

“No need for that,” Edith scoffed. She maneuvered König’s arms to the proper position and flicked the safety off. “Hold it up so the butt is against your shoulder,” Edith said. König received an admonishing flick to the back of the head when he giggled at her phrasing.

“Ow!” König turned to his mother with a pout. “If you keep flicking me like that, I’ll have a hole in my head!”

“Hm, maybe if you did I could finally dig around in there and get the cobwebs out,” Edith knocked on the crown of König’s head with her knuckles. He grumbled under his breath and Edith chuckled. “Alright, enough of that. Hold the end of the gun against your shoulder.” König did so, and Edith nodded. “Now look down the barrel of it. See the bump at the end? That’s the sight. That’s how you aim.”

König squeezed his left eye shut and pointed the sight at the target. His vision was a little blurry up this close, but he didn’t mention it.

“Now what?” He asked quietly.

“Now you line up the shot, and shoot.”

König tightened his grip on the gun, aimed, and hesitantly pulled the trigger. The sound startled him a bit and he stumbled back into his mother’s chest.

“Good job, Lukas!” Edith planted a kiss on top of König’s head (though she had to pull him down by the shoulders to do so) and clapped him on the shoulder. “Look- you hit it.”

König looked, and sure enough, he hit the target. Not a bullseye, but he hit it. A grin spread across his face, all crooked teeth and chubby cheeks, and he turned around to his mother.

“Papa’s gonna be so surprised when he comes back- he’ll finally let me help him on his hunting trips!”

Edith’s smile pinched and she took in a deep sigh. “Of course he will, my little prince.” She patted König’s shoulder and tried not to let her smile waver, lest she ruin König’s hope.

His brothers were older- they knew Cristoph wouldn’t come back. König, sweet, shy, wide-eyed and cherub-cheeked, in all his childlike innocence, couldn’t possibly imagine such a thing.

But of course, Papa never came back, as papas tend to do. Edith’s graying roots became salt-and-pepper, and the bags under her eyes deepened. König grew into his body, shooting up like a beanstalk even more than he had already, and by seventeen he had reached a mammoth six feet nine inches.

He had finally realized that being Lukas G. was frustrating, so suddenly, he was König. His middle name was fitting, as he certainly looked the part of a king- a towering, broad boy, with a crown of red hair, courtesy of Cristoph’s genes. His baby fat had mostly sloughed off, replaced by muscle, but his Oma still pinched his chubby cheeks as he said his goodbyes. He leaned down, nearly doubling over, so she could kiss him on the forehead.

“Stay safe, little prince,” she said with a smile.

“I will. I promise,” König shouldered his duffel bag and turned to his mother.

“Don’t go growing up on me while you’re gone,” Edith choked out through tears, “Come back for Hanukkah. And call, or write- I need to hear from you, okay?”

“I know, Mama. I will, I promise. I promise.” König hugged his mother as tightly as he dared. “I love you,” he said, face pressed against her hair.

“I love you too. So, so much,” she sighed, “now go.” Edith pulled away and shooed König off, into the military truck where his future laid.

[untitledgirl5173]

In Perfect Synchronicity (Haruhi Suzumiya x Yuki Nagato)

Link to AO3 (Leave a Comment if you liked it!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/52059856

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The SOS brigade club room was as boring and menial as it ever had been. Kyon was helping Taniguchi today, so he was strangely absent. Koizumi was of course himself and would come and go at rather random intervals. And Mikuru had been seen being signed out of classes by her “Mother”. Haruhi had commented that it was strange that Mikuru’s mom looked nearly identical to her daughter. Though all this comment got was a murmur of agreement from Yuki.

This unfortunately left the SOS brigade's active and energetic leader with its most calm and docile. Yuki Nagato sat in her corner and held one of the books she always had with you. Nagato could have read these books faster than humans could perceive light, But the alien found books were one of the few comforts she was allowed in her mission. Books were worlds in her hands that told stories of normal girls and their normal lives. Yuki wanted to feel a fraction of the emotions or excitement of a normal high schooler.

Haruhi Suzumiya was nearly her opposite, a girl so desperate to get away from normal life she constantly ventured further and further to find them. So, it stood to reason the club as it was today left the High school god more than a little bored. She sighed loudly and leaned back in her chair and let out a loud breath to signify her boredom. Yuki of course did not react at all; her mission was purely observation. And of course, that would never….

“So, Give it to me straight, Yuki. You’re not human right?”

…. 

Yuki stared blankly at Haruhi, outside looking as calm as one could physically could. But if one placed a hand on Yuki’s body, they would notice it got 10 degrees hotter as she tried desperately to find a suitable reaction to Haruhi’s blunt statement. Haruhi being her usual self steamrolled right past Yuki’s answer or lack of.

“I get it, you don't want to tell Kyon, right? I bet he’d totally freak out.” Haruhi rationalized in her little spinning chair as she spun around casually as if nothing was wrong. “But you can tell me, I mean I kinda already know.” Haruhi put her foot down and stopped her spinning suddenly. Yuki wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen this exact smile on Haruhi’s face. It wasn’t cocky or overconfident like her normal smirk was. Yuki thought it looked strangely calming.

[rockingrobin69]

*softly whispering* hi hello I’ve started posting the story this snip is from on AO3. A WIP featuring tiny thieving Scorp, stubbly supportive Ron, werewolf-obsessed Teddy, and - well - family, and grief, and finding peace, grasping it in shaky rotten fingertips! anyway if you’re interested in a  story that is at its core, very soft, here’s: 

In the cracks, between the aisles

Chapter 3 coming maybe Friday? 

Love love love to you all 💖

[robinade]

Writing Patterns

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

Writing games! Thanks for thinking of me @twilightarc-gm even if it took me forever to follow up 💖 ( also borrowing @yeliuxi's layout)

the language of flowers [mdzs] Rated T, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, modern reincarnation au

Wei Ying is getting ready for his first day of work and checking his outfit; it’s a far cry from his normal look.

The Dark Is Lit With Stars [star wars] Rated T, Obi-Wan is unintentionally tainted by the dark side but it allows him to sense the control chips in the clones

The mining complex on Mustafar was eerily silent.

This is not your grave [mdzs] Rated M, Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian, arranged marriage au, modern world with cultivation

Jiang Cheng had learned all the arts expected of him to be considered an educated young master.

not the phoenix but the ashes [mdzs] Rated T, Gen, Jiang Cheng centric time travel fix-it

It was a well known fact that cultivators aged slowly, based on the strength of their golden core, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t age at all.

Crave [star wars] Rated E, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody, no order 66, post war PWP

Obi-Wan can feel the driving base of the club music almost more than he can hear it.

it's not like you got somewhere to be [our flag means death] Rated E, Absolutely filthy Ed/Stede/Izzy PWP

It started with Oluwande shyly mentioning it and Stede happy to throw a party for the co-first mate.

if my heart were at peace [star wars] Rated E, Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, modern au, single dad Din meets hot kendo instructor Luke

Luke had thought he was done with the desert.

The Work of Knowing [dragon age] Rated E, Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford, modern au, kidfic

It was Friday night and the Barracuda was overflowing with patrons.

Love, love me [cobra kai] Rated E, Amanda/Daniel/Johnny, shameless OT3 PWP

Amanda wasn’t sure what she was expecting when she got home.

Goliath [teen wolf] Rated G, Episode 1 au where Stiles gets bit instead of Scott, this was written in 2012 ok!!!

Stiles skids in the wet leaves as he runs through the forest, but catches himself and keeps going.

I only have 10 fics published so they all had to go on the list no matter how old 😅 I think I tend to set up the location more than anything else and/or letting you know who the pov character is.

Twi mentioned that seeing the whole first paragraph would be interesting and I agree! I'm also intrigued about last lines in fic, though that's assuming a writer has 10 finished ones 🤔🤔🤔

Tagging anyone who wants to! If you are reading this and want to join in, please feel free!

[plutosrobin]

Hiya! Just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing!! I’ve been going on a bit of a binge of your Leatin and Avatrice fics, reading whenever I take breaks from studying (because my finals are coming up). The friends AU and podcast fic have a special place in my heart, and the way you write Leah is so relatable! The Avatrice soulmate AU is also so cute and full of yearning :) I’m reading the Avatrice zombie apocalypse au right now (currently on chapter 7) and I’m loving it. Anyways thank you so much for writing your fics!! Because they’re giving me lots of joy to read :D (Also I think saw you posting about a potential yellowjackets fic? I would be soo excited to read that)

oh my god you’ve made my day with this!!! the idea of someone enjoying my writing enough to read more than one of my fics is incredible so tysm for saying this <3

leah’s brain will always be my fav to write and she defo has a special place in my heart so i’m so glad that comes across, i’ll defo be writing her again at some point bc i miss her

as for a yellowjackets fic, i am currently 50k words into a jackieshauna camp counsellor au (im insane and like to finish writing fics before i start posting them) so that is pending, i reckon maybe in like a month or two (depending on how busy i am at work 😬). im about 60% of the way through it roughly

anyway ty ty ty for your lovely words and good luck with your finals!!

[melonlthawne]

[the-alice-of-hearts]

for the types of kisses list, since you mentioned maybe using it as a prompt list—

apology kiss with jaydick? (or if that’s not a ship of yours, maybe dicktim?)

(It's not a main ship of mine but I still like and read it, I just haven't written it much. So I hope you like it!!! Thank you beloved!!!)

Jason chewed on his lip and strode past where his husband was sitting. Dick had gotten home from patrol before Jason because he'd been in the cave getting cleared by Alfred after running into a burning building and having a ceiling collapse on him. Dick had panicked, gotten to the scene, and then when he saw Jason ripped into him about it.

"It's not about you being alive! It's about not calling for backup before rushing into danger!!!" Dick screamed in his face.

"Babe, I'm fine, I didn't need backup. Besides the kids weren't close." Jason had tried reassuring him but Dick just turned on his heel and stalked off leaving Jason to go get medical treatment alone.

Jason had thought about it a lot while Alfred had been checking him over, and there were defiantly points that Dick had made that he needed to be more aware of. Maybe calling for backup before going in was a smarter idea. And maybe Dick was scared for good reason, Jason had seen the way his jacket was torn through in places where his armor had to protect his flesh. He could have died if he'd been less lucky, but he needed to get in there, there were civilians in there.

Dick glanced up at him and then returned to staring at the books in his hands. Jason went into the bathroom to change and couldn't help the grin on his face when he saw that Dick had still placed out calming balm for him as well as one of his favorite soft shirts.

Jason got into the comfortable clothing and applied the balm to his bruises before striding back into their bedroom. He got into bed and carefully pulled the book from Dick's hands.

"I'm mad at you," Dick said calmly.

"I know babe, and you have every right to be. But I'm sorry." Jason pulled his husband into a soft kiss.

Their lips met in a careful embrace. Dick still trying not to waver, while Jason applied soft pressure to him. After a moment's hesitation, Dick finally reciprocated the kiss, and then Jason was smiling into the kiss. He pulled back and handed Dick his book back.

"I love you," Jason whispered.

"Love you too." Dick smiled softly and went back to reading. "But this doesn't mean I'm not mad."

"You can kick my ass tomorrow," Jason promised.

"I'll wait for the bruises to heal up," Dick countered.

[robinthebard]

Hope You're Ok

I moved out in 2018.

I didn't take much with me.

I remember exchanging final words on the campus when you followed me.

You hissed of betrayal, you spat cold venom

Curses upon me like the ones reserved for our father.

I could see your arms trembling with fear.

You didn't know where I'd be going.

This new Abandonment was the cruelest thing I could've done to you.

By now, we have both long since became adults.

I remember grown-ups telling us we had already become adults

when we hadnt even reached our teens.

We held onto eachother a lot.

We were scared children for so long.

I remember when it became obvious we were different people.

When we couldnt share everything anymore.

We were attached at the hip out of legal necessity, kept as a package for the sake of logistical simplicity.

This would serve as a point of friction between us until it broke.

Even now though, I hesitate to say I was right to leave you behind.

This New Year's Eve, pushing into my second year on E.

I've cried more times than I can remember in the last week.

The world creaks and groans under the weight of sustained cruelty.

I think about how we used to hurt eachother.

I think about your nails digging into my arm.

I think about the times I held you when you cried.

I think about the ways you lied to protect yourself from our mother.

I can only hope you're ok now.

I can only hope you made it through everything, no matter what.

This is my final attempt to be a good brother to you.

I hope you don't mind having a sister now.

It was always unfair that you were alone, I'm sorry.

With Love, Robin

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

When you listen to music so good you accidentally write a song

[untitledgirl5173]

NEW FANFIC: KYON VS THE WORLD.

(Yeah, it's another fusion fic. Im not sorry. )

Link

SUMMARY: Kyon Pilgrim is 25, Has no job, And is dating a 19 year old. Its safe to say his life could be going better. But a chance meeting with the girl of his dreams (literally) might just get him to turn his life around. Join Kyon and Haruhi on an adventure that might feel just a bit familiar as Kyon battles Haruhi's Evil-Exes to prove once and for all that he is NOT a loser.

A fusion of Scott Pilgrim and Haruhi Suzumiya that I wrote because I'm a complete nerd. I hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This story is more about Haruhi than Scott Pilgrim. Just to set expectations.

Preview under the cut

I sat in my friend Taniguchi Stiles' house mixing my cereal into the bowl of milk i had prepared. I could feel the disapproving eyes of our Drummer, Yuki Pines, boring into my dang skull. “You are biologically more developed than her.” She noted flatly and with obvious disapproval.

“Is she hot?” Taniguchi asked with a slight interest in his voice. Of course he would ask that.

“I'm not playing your games kids~” I responded, I wasn’t going to let their disapproval get to me. Sure, Mikuru was just starting college. But that’s not bad compared to what I could be doing. I could be dating a 17 year old?! But what kind of loser (Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World. Directed by Edgar Wright, Universal Pictures, 2010.) would do something like that? How am I being made to be some kind of heartless villain?

Yuki stared forward at me with her normal blankness before shrugging. “Are you not like 30?” She asked with such a deadpan tone it pissed me off.

“I AM 25!” I retaliated back, Inadvertently spilling half of my milk. I grumbled and looked down at my now white stained shirt. I grabbed a fistful of paper towels and started to wipe.

Later after thankfully cleaning up my shirt, We stood in formation. Yuki Pines sat in the middle behind Taniguchi on Lead Guitar and myself on Bass. She spun her drumstick on her knuckles with a deadpan look of fascination. I tuned my bass until it sounded good enough that it wouldn't hurt anyone's ears too badly.

“So… Have you kissed?” Taniguchi asked as he stood, staring at me with his usual dumb looking face. I sighed and opened my mouth to speak.

“No, We haven’t even held hand-”

“WE ARE THE SOS BRIGADE!! ONE TWO ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!”

[tearsofperseides]

12 for Lucius and Izzy 👀

I don't PERSONALLY like how this turned out, but the idea I had in mind is still generally there

(kissing prompts)

Lucius came out on the deck. It was 3 AM and he needed a smoke. He had another one of his nightmares, but what had truly woken him up was the sound of that fucking bell Blackbeard has to wear around his neck, yes, even while asleep and he’s quite a tosser. In both senses.

“Not sleeping either, huh, twatty?” 

“Jesus, fuck me!” Lucius winced at the sudden voice behind him, it took him a second to recognize the voice, “Oh, it’s you. No, guess not.”

Izzy sat down on the deck beside him. “What? You came here to lecture me some more?”

“No, came here to smoke, actually,” Izzy said, taking Lucius’ cigarette and pulling a lighter out of his pocket.

He took a long drag from his cigarette, “These’ll kill you, y’know” He remarked before blowing out the smoke from his mouth.

“So much for not lecturing me, I see” Lucius replied, a hint of a lightheartedly sarcastic smile on his lips.

Izzy chuckled, this was the first time he saw the remnants of the old Lucius. An idea popped into his head, he decided to go for it. 

“Have you ever been sketched?” Izzy asks and takes another drag from his cigarette.

Lucius turns his head towards him. Almost not believing what just came out of Isreal Hands' mouth. He raises his eyebrows, asking for confirmation.

Izzy doesn't take that smug look off his face, the same look he gave him before giving him that godforsakenly beautifully whittled shark. However, as Lucius has noticed, Izzy has been stealing little glances at his lips throughout this entire exchange.

Lucius blew the smoke out of his mouth slowly, clearly looking at his lips, and started leaning in. Izzy leaned in too, just a little.

Their lips met halfway. It was a nice kiss, fulfilling in some strange way. Both of them were attracted to each other, there was no doubt, but the kiss wasn't as passion-filled as Lucius had thought it was gonna be.

Maybe it was Izzy's approach that changed. Maybe it was he himself who changed, Lucius thought. Maybe it was both of them.

[ikcaris]

Patient is the Night

Summary: Trevor and Sypha settle in for the night after a long day of monster slaying.

Trevor x Sypha

[robinade]

Mandalorian Obi-Wan

Winner from my ask-meme poll was a request for 1k of this!

FYI this isn't a young Obi-Wan is raised as a mando (which I have read and enjoyed a lot of!). I was more interested in what it would take for Obi-Wan as an *adult* Jedi to get drawn into mando culture. Unrelated this is also my slut!Obi-Wan manifesto.

Official summary is TBD but the general idea is that Obi-Wan needs to take up the armor he once wore temporarily as a teen on that mission to Mandalore. That means finding an armorer, and results in getting involved with the mando diaspora on Coruscant.

Fic snippet:

The spire where Dooku is being held has had the turbolifts switched off, for security’s sake. 

Did they take Dooku up to his cell first, Obi-Wan wondered, or did they make the ex-Count ex-Jedi climb the stairs the whole way? Possibly one would be too out of breath to manage any type of escape attempt, because Obi-Wan himself is drawing on the Force just to keep up appearances. The Temple guard escorting him doesn’t seem to be having any problems, featureless and unperturbed in their hood and mask. Obi-Wan finds himself ruefully self-conscious of the sweat dampening his back and temples. 

The guard takes him to a point perhaps midway up the spire, judging by the occasional view out to the Coruscant skyline, and through multiple sets of blast doors until Obi-Wan is face to face with Yan Dooku, apart from the orange energy shield in between them. 

He’s a pale-skinned human, with piercing eyes under thick-set eyebrows and a hawkish nose. His hair is cropped short and with a neatly trimmed beard, both going white with age but, like many Jedi, Dooku carries his age lightly and stands straight-backed and tall. Handsome, in an austere way. His broad shoulders narrow to a slim waist and his short black tunic does little to disguise a pair of well-formed legs. The most notable thing about his appearance, apart from his height, are the Force suppressing cuffs that shine at each wrist. 

He might even be taller than Qui-Gon was, Obi-Wan thinks with some asperity. What is with this lineage and their unnecessarily tall humanoids? Even Anakin is likely to outgrow him, judging by the size of the boy’s hands and feet. 

“Grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says with a polite nod. “I understand you were asking to speak with me?” 

“Padawan of my padawan,” Dooku says formally. “Yes, I do wish to speak to you.” Interestingly, he doesn’t show a hint of deference. They might as well have bumped into each other at a restaurant, for how little attention Dooku pays to the fact that he’s in a cell. 

“Why me, if I may ask? It does seem odd that you want to speak to someone you’ve never met rather than your own master,” Obi-Wan says mildly, as if the answer really isn’t that important to him. In point of fact, Yoda had been so shocked at recent events– Palpatine’s murder, Dooku’s confession– that he had stepped down as Grand Master of the Order. Dooku’s silence on his motivations certainly wasn’t helping. 

“Does it seem odd?” Dooku replies evenly. “It is not my intent to be secretive.”

Considering Dooku refused to talk to anyone, including his judiciary-assigned defendant, Obi-Wan doesn’t dignify that comment with an answer and merely raises an eyebrow. 

“It was a calculation, as in my current position I have no leverage but information. I didn’t think the High Council would be favorable of me speaking to you unless curiosity made them desperate,” Dooku explains. 

Obi-Wan has to concede the point, having been present during much of the Council’s deliberations. He wasn’t on Coruscant when Dooku was first remediated to Jedi care– Judiciary forces not being sure they can keep a powerful former-Jedi like Dooku contained– but he’d been in meetings with Master Windu and the Council nearly since the moment he landed planetside with Anakin. 

At first, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure why. He’d never met the man who trained his master, since Dooku left the Jedi order to become the Count of Serenno about the same time that Qui-Gon accepted Obi-Wan as his padawan, so he had no insight as to why Dooku would choose to assassinate the High Chancellor. Then it was revealed to him that Dooku had asked for Obi-Wan by name– no wonder the Council had grilled him mercilessly. Frankly, If Obi-Wan had been anywhere in the system (instead of wading through knee deep mud on a mission close to the outer rim) he would be under suspicion as an accomplice to be sure. 

Obi-Wan eyes the other man, standing calmly with his arms crossed. Was it luck, or did Dooku deliberately wait until his grandpadawan had an airlock-alibi? Obi-Wan would assume he was thinking too highly of himself to consider such a thing, but then Dooku asked for him specifically… 

“The fact of the matter is, Knight Kenobi, that the Sith were not destroyed on Ruusan, as the Jedi believe. They lived, carrying on their plans for the defeat of the Jedi and subjugation of the galaxy in secret. The downfall of the Republic would not come from an overwhelming outside force this time, but from the cancerous spread of darkness within.” Dooku’s tone of voice is serious, almost lecturing. He doesn’t sound like a prisoner. Instead, he sounds like a politician, or perhaps a scholar. Albeit one whose curriculum has driven him to madness. Sensing Obi-Wan’s doubt, Dooku harrumphs at him. “You doubt my words?”

“I think those who seek darkness are bound to find it, grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says truthfully. “Whether that is Sith or otherwise remains to be seen.” 

He expects annoyance from the other man, but instead Dooku smiles thinly. “You are cautious. That is good. Still, whether you believe me or not, the Sith line of Darth Bane continued unbroken… until now, when I killed Darth Sidious, who was the apprentice to Darth Plagueis. The line of Bane ends with me, for I’ll not train another.” 

Obi-Wan stands still as stone, inwardly reeling. What a statement to make! First to claim that Chancellor Palpatine of all people was a Sith lord– and it could only be Palpatine, for Dooku so carefully arranged the murder to affect no bystanders; even the chancellor’s guards were incapacitated by the planted bomb rather than killed. And then for Dooku to name himself among the Sith as well? Was he meant to take this nonsense seriously?

“It’s a very interesting claim to make to be sure, grandmaster,” Obi-Wan says thoughtfully, stroking his beard with a recently formed habit. “You might try to plea that you were saving the Republic with the death of Chancellor Palpatine– a chancy matter, unless you have some sort of evidence. But then to also claim to be a member of our old enemies, the same as the chancellor, rather detracts from that statement, don’t you think?”

Dooku deigns to snort at this comment. “I have no interest in saving the Republic. The governing body has grown rotten and the powerful take what they want from the weak and rarely do they suffer repercussions. No, I think the Republic deserves what Sidious had planned for it. A civil war the likes of which hasn’t been seen in a millennia,” Dooku says, looking off into the distance as if he’s imagining it. “The bloated corpse of the Republic would shake itself to pieces and from the rubble a new empire would emerge.” 

Obi-Wan is finding it all too easy to imagine, unfortunately. The tensions between different systems, the conflicts between the outer rim and the mid, the Corporate sector expanding their territory and the Republic always conceding ground, the Hutts and the pirates branching out along further hyperlanes– and the Jedi, often scrambling from emergency to emergency and rarely able to impact genuine policy change that could bring peace that lasts longer than a few months. 

“What about the Jedi?” he asks faintly. 

Dooku brushes some unseen lint off his tunic dismissively. “Stagnated and chained to the Republic’s dissolving throne. A war would force the Jedi to change… or die. I was hoping for the former, of course. But if the Order could not adapt, well, I’m not sure it would deserve to remain.” 

Obi-Wan puts a hand over his mouth, feeling ill. He knew intellectually that Dooku had fallen, but now he can feel it in the casual disregard for life. No– there has to be more to it. There has to! If Dooku was truly lost to the dark, why had he worked to avoid any collateral damage in his attack on Palpatine? A planted bomb had ensured that Palpatine’s guards weren’t able to help him, but while there had been injuries there were no other deaths besides the obvious one. And he had stepped down from the role of Count months earlier in favor of his sister, so that kept Serenno from being implicated in the murder, much like the Jedi and Obi-Wan himself were able to be dismissed from being involved. 

“Why change your mind?” Obi-Wan desperately wants to know. 

Dooku glances away from Obi-Wan, looking awkward for the first time. “I received a visitation from Qui-Gon’s spirit,” he admits. “For a man who focused so much on the present while alive, his spirit has developed a strong sense of prescience.”

“That’s impossible,” Obi-Wan snaps. 

“You needn’t be upset about it, you were his first choice,” Dooku replied calmly. “But the Force is too muddled on Coruscant for him to be heard. He spent years trying anyway. And then he had difficulty finding you when you were on missions. The few times he managed it he was eclipsed by Skywalker’s power in the force.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but shake his head, refusing to accept it. “It’s a very interesting story, grandmaster, to be sure. You’re going to be locked up for many years– perhaps you can write novels to pass the time.” 

Dooku continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “Qui-Gon knew about the war that Sidious was planning, but more than that he could see the rebellion that came after, and the war after that. Whole planets obliterated! Their art and their cultures gone forever. The history of the Jedi lost, our artifacts destroyed or perverted…” Dooku trailed off, looking deeply troubled. 

Our artifacts, he said, Obi-Wan noticed. [insert more stuff here about what ob1 thinks about all this, and qui-gon’s ghost and stuff]

“I won’t allow it,” Dooku said finally. “Palpatine has been neutralized but there are still a few pieces still in motion that cannot easily be stopped. Knight Kenobi,” Dooku says formally, “there is an army being built in wild space that will determine the fate of the Jedi. You will be the one to find it, but you must take up your Mandalorian armor before you do.”