#&& brave new worlds; padawan

[kyberled]

@tellstales​ asked:

Grogu clings to his leg and doesn't let go. He wants to go for a ride.

Oh, what’s this? A little youngling is here! What a surprise! 

“Hello  there!” Braig bends down. “Have I seen you around before?” Carefully, he lifts Grogu up and settles him in the crook of his arm. “Oh, I must have.” He gently ruffles the little one’s ears. "Just as there must be someone from the Creche looking for you as we speak."  He sighs, then glances around. 

“... There’s nothing saying we can’t take the long way back, is there?”

Come along, small friend - it’s time for adventure.

#ADVENTURE #tellstales #&& best foot forward; ic #&& as best i can; answers #&& brave new worlds; padawan

[breakfastteatime]

Today's request is for @pennflinn who requested 'wake up':

Jaro Tapal reaches for the patience he is not known for. Master Yaddle worked so hard to inspire it within him. He sends an apology to her within the Force. He is a Jedi of action, not of waiting. Unfortunately, circumstances dictate that he stay put in the medical ward. Circumstances, and a healthy dose of guilt. The creche masters had warned him about this, told him of the dangers of psychometry and –

Jaro draws in a deep breath, holds it, and releases it. He reaches for the Force, allows it to take the sting out of his emotions.

It does not take away his need to move, to act, to do something. There is nothing he can do unless he suddenly develops a heretofore unknown gift for the healing arts. He can do nothing except wait.

Having an apprentice has changed many things in Jaro’s life. Many had warned him that his lack of patience would be a weakness that would need to be overcome. Today he finally appreciates that. He just wishes it hadn’t come at such a price. If only he had waited. If only he had not pushed Cal and then completely neglected to defend him.

Jaro struggles to release his frustration. He glances out a nearby porthole to the planet below, a mountainous world nearly totally decimated by a Separatist attack. The mission to protect the Republic made endless demands of the Jedi regardless of age or ability. Unfortunately for Jaro’s young Padawan, Cal possesses an ability that is frequently needed. ‘We come to serve.’ It is a mantra the Jedi will live and die by. Jaro would prefer not to see his ten-year-old Padawan die for the sake of a war he should have no part in. And although the information Cal relayed revealed the Separatists’ base location and saved what remained of this world, Jaro should have been more mindful. He should –

Footsteps approach. Jaro looks up and sees Healer Rania approaching. She is the only Jedi Healer aboard the Brave, and he is aware that she is due to be reassigned to a hospital outpost soon where the need for her abilities is far greater. Her presence and expertise will be sorely missed by all. She smiles and bows. “Master Tapal, I bring good news. Padawan Kestis is resting peacefully, and there will be no permanent damage to his arm.”

“That is excellent news,” Jaro says.

“And you are alright?” Raina asks, looking him over. “No injuries from the base assault?”

“None,” Jaro confirms.

“Good.” She steps aside. “Come with me. I will take you to him.”

Jaro follows Raina into the ward. He nods at the clones there, thanking them for their dedication to the cause. Thanks to them, the people of this world remain safe and free, their destiny in their own hands.

At the back of the ward is a small, curtained off area. While it is not for Cal’s exclusive use per se, it is also not a bed to be used regularly unless there is no other option. They have learned the hard way that medical bays are a special kind of torture for Cal if he does not have the chance to work through the echoes in advance. The bed he has been tucked away in is the only one to not be regularly drenched in others’ suffering.

Raina pulls back the curtain. “Stay as long as you need,” she says.

Jaro slips in. Cal is fast asleep in the bed, his right arm encased in a cast that runs from his fingers to his shoulder. Jaro sits, grateful someone has slipped a chair in here that is large enough for his frame. He reaches for Cal, his large hand resting over the boy’s head. Cal stirs but does not wake. Renewed guilt stabs at Jaro. This is his fault. It was his lack of patience that put Cal in this bed. The attack on the planet had been swift and vicious, and no one knew where it had come from. The answer would likely be found with one of the victims of a devastated Republic communications outpost, and there was only one person who could learn what it was. Thus Cal, lost in the depths of an echo Jaro demanded he witness, had been unable to defend himself when the Separatists attacked again. Jaro and the clones fought them off long enough for Jaro to grab Cal and make a retreat. Cal told him where the Separatists were hiding, his pain so great Jaro could barely shield himself from it. He’d ordered two clones to return Cal to the Brave, pushing the child’s pain from his mind as he led the counterattack and drove the Separatists from the world.

The least he can do now is stay with Cal until he awakens. Jaro slips into a light meditation, keeping his focus very much in the present. Cal is alive and will be well again soon. The Force chimes in agreement, and sometime later chimes with an alert.

Cal needs him.

Jaro surfaces from the Force. Cal stirs in the bed, mumbling incoherently. His cheeks are flushed, the tell-tale heat of fever splashed across them. Jaro reaches for him with a hand and with the Force.

“Wake up,” he commands.

Obedient as ever, Cal jerks awake. He blinks heavily, staring in confusion. His confusion thumps with the rapid beat of his heart. Jaro calls to him once more to gain his attention. Cal sees him and immediately begins to calm.

“Master,” he says. “You’re alright. Did you stop the Separatists?”

“Yes, Cal. The planet is secure, thanks to the information you provided.”

It’s faint and it’s tight with pain, but Cal smiles in relief. “Good.”

Jaro presses a button that will summon Raina. “You were very brave today,” he tells Cal, both because it is the truth and because he needs to distract the boy from his pain. “I am proud of you.”

It works like a charm, and Cal’s whole demeanour shifts. “And the clones are okay too?”

“They are well, and likely celebrating in the mess hall. You will join them once you are feeling better.”

“You can go, Master. You don’t have to stay with me.” He yawns. “It must be boring.”

Cal already knows him too well. “My place is right here at your side,” Jaro replies.

#fic requests 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #jaro tapal #i am in a mood #a master & padawan story mood #(⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠)

[obiwan]

more new obikin recs pleaseeee <3

Okay this has been stewing in my inbox for a while and I think I have enough new ones. I know the last one requested the last three months and I don't want a re-do, so I'm going to do a mixture of old and new faves.

✰ (Explicit, A/B/O, Complete) Molten by @zimriya

“Was Ben my omega father?” Luke asks.

The cavernous void that is Darth Vader’s heart demands that he swallow the boy whole. “Why does it matter?” he says. “Your other father clearly never wanted you. He gave you up the minute you were born.”

One truth; one lie.

This is a continuation to a past rec., Igneous. It's still canon compliant, it's basically the rest of the story. I'd say you should give these a read even if you're not usually into a/b/o, because it doesn't really linger on the whole a/b/o usual squicks people have, and it is so beautifully done. It also has a little epilogue piece which (in my opinion) has the funniest star wars imagery. I truly recommend reading these if you love canon compliant obikin.

✰(Explicit, WIP) stars to fill my dream by hidden_humours

Given a second chance, Anakin Skywalker awakes from death--into a different world than the one that made him.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, a lost young padawan still finding his way, becomes apprenticed to a living legend who doesn't seem all there...

I know reverse!padawan isn't everyone's jam, but it is mine, so you get it recced. I'm really obsessed with this story (and this author, I like the way they write slightly unhinged Anakin, they have a little one shot if you don't want to read wips, I recommend checking it out) Please note that in this story, Anakin is a bit creepy so keep that in mind.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) Sanctifica Mē by @theseptemberist

Father Obi-Wan Kenobi has never desired anything more than to guide and serve his flock. He's content with his simple life—or he would be, if not for one confessor who returns again and again, pouring sickening stories into his ear, sinful and bloody. It's unbearable, but he can't bring himself to turn away. At least, not until he finally understands.

What does Anakin Skywalker truly want from him?

I know people complain about reccing popular authors but! 1)there are always new people in the fandom, and 2)there might be people who have missed it! Hooooly shit so this is *the* yandere!anakin priest fic. It’s *so* good, as always mind the tags, but hhhhhhhhhhhh priest!obi-wan. l always keep coming back to this one, if only for the writing alone (and nothing else *cough*)

✰ (Explicit, Completed) Slow Learner by @binaryeclipse​

Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship.

I mean. Literally what it says on the tin lmaoo - but it’s so well done. It’s literally 12k of Anakin just gagging for it (how relatable,) I don’t know what else to say. As always read the tags, but also go read this fic. 

✰(Explicit, WIP) Obi-Two by Viraha

After Anakin is denied the rank of master, a mysterious phenomenon in the Force creates a baffling situation right in the middle of the same Council session. Anakin is not complaining.

Or, How Two Obi-Wan Kenobi can resolve Pretty Much Everything

I usually refrain from reccing things with only a single chapter or very early in the WIP stages but this one intrigued me so much. Usually time travel fics bring in the pada-wan version, but this one has a twist. I don’t know I’m very intrigued by this one, I’ll be watching this space. 

✰(Explicit, Complete) full throttle by spqr

“If you’re not first, you’re last,” Anakin says wisely. “Qui-Gon told me that once.”

I know it’s a (relatively) well known fic but I just read it again the other day and. HHHHHHHHHH rattling the walls of my enclosure. So it goes in this rec list, read this if you haven’t it’s so good. bark bark bark. 

✰(Teen & Up, Complete) Hands that are earnest, brave, and true by @obi-wkenobi​

On Trevo, after watching his Master be fret and fawned over by the governments elite, Obi-Wan miraculously peeled himself away from wanton eyes and returned to sit by his side, and for the first time ever, Anakin truly noticed the hands that rose to smooth back long copper hair.

Or, five times Anakin was distracted by Obi-Wan's hands, and one time that Obi-Wan noticed.

An *entire* fic about Obi-Wan’s hands y’all. It’s really soft and I’d say a feel-good fic if you’re in the mood for some fluff and love. There’s also a lot of pining (which is the draw!) but it’s all resolved in the end and it’s so beautifully done!

✰(Explicit, Complete) A Study in Tears by shatou

Anakin is used to sinking into the comfort of Obi-Wan’s arms when he is in tears. Obi-Wan is used to offering it. Neither of them realizes the moment when habit tips into heat-haze, but their acceptance for each other is boundless all the same.

(or: five times anakin gets aroused by accident when he’s crying and being comforted by obi-wan… and one time obi-wan does)

BARK HOWL CRY etc. God this fic, it really is one of *the* ones for me. I really enjoy this author’s work, but this particular fic. You know what I love, when a kink that could be considered niche, or could easily be done in a very tacky/porny way is done so intricately and artfully it just. Hhhhhhhhh it’s really good. Really good. 

✰(Explicit, Complete) Beer and Paint by @intermundia​

Artist!AU - it’s a part of a collection (go read all of it if you haven’t already) this is the latest stand alone chapter!

As it’s written, it’s inspired by Hayden in Life as a House, and it’s soooo delicious. Perfect mixture of hot/angsty/sweet. The atmosphere is set *so* well for a relatively shorter fic, as always i’m in awe, this was really good. 

✰(Explicit, WIP) if this isn’t nice, what is? by Anonymous​

"Your form has been improving remarkably quickly, Anakin," Obi-Wan said on the sparring platform one afternoon, as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Don't tell me you've actually been listening to the healer for once and doing your physical therapy."

In his adrenaline-addled mind, it took Anakin a moment to sort out what his master was talking about, but eventually his gaze drifted down to his lightsaber, or, more accurately, to the mechno-hand that held it.

"Um," he said. "Something like that."

---

Or, once he could hold a lightsaber again, it took Anakin maybe three days to learn how to jerk off with the new metal hand.

Again, what it says on the tin. It’s really well done though, I can’t wait for it to be completed. Tbh personally I really enjoy stories around Anakin’s mechno arm, and this one...well. I really really like it. 

✰(Explicit, WIP) toss overboard what is too heavy to carry by @tennessoui​​

In the aftermath of the Clone Wars, Palpatine dead and untold tragedy averted, the Republic struggles to heal and rebuild itself.

Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi attempt to do the same with their own relationship, riddled as it has become with betrayal, distrust, and hurt. It's not going too well. Desperate and unwilling to accept that maybe their friendship is ruined, Anakin finds a counselor they can talk to, one that specializes in healing "teams."

Or, as the counselor would probably put it, married couples, which they are decidedly not. Not that she knows that though. And not that they know that she thinks they're in a romantic relationship either. What a silly assumption to make. It's not like they're more intimate than lovers or anything.

YOOOOOOOO God this fic this fic!!!!!! I don’t know if I need to rec Kit’s fics honestly, as with some other authors I can feel people going “yes we are aware of this fic” but as I said, I want to do an honest list lol. Listen this one really has the potential to end me I don’t know. I’m really into the premise, the setting, the dialogue, the everything. 

✰(Explicit, Complete)  sink into the dunes by @starsdies​​​

“How about now, my young Padawan?” Anakin shivers, the title in Obi-wan’s chiding voice taunting him. Like he already knows. “Do you need me now too?”

This has every single trope I can want in a fic - first time, virginity kink, canon-verse!!!!!! I love their dynamic in this, especially love how suave Obi-Wan is. The tone, the setting, the dialogue... chef’s kiss.  

✰(Explicit, Complete)  on high by @treescape​​​​

Anakin breaks once they’re in the turbolift, alone, a dozen stories beneath the Council chamber and climbing steadily downwards.

“Are you even going to look at me?” he blurts out into the heavy silence, his own eyes fixed straight ahead. Obi-Wan stands still as stone beside him, but for the rise and fall of his chest, their shoulders just a breath from touching. His hands are folded into the sleeves of his robes, the very image of the calm Jedi Master.

It’s infuriating. It makes Anakin want to fidget, makes him want to run the edges of his own sleeves between his fingers and twist just for something else to focus on, but he catches himself just in time.

He doesn’t want to give Obi-Wan the satisfaction of sensing him squirm.

Or, Anakin returns from a series of missions and thinks Obi-Wan is angry with him.

Obi-Wan being angry with Anakin because he’s being too reckless is *my jam* I love this trope of one of them being too worried about the other one because they’re too reckless!!! This is beautifully written as always, I genuinely love angry!obi-wan so much, possibly one of my favourite obi-wans. 

✰(Explicit, WIP)  the trouble with wanting by @travellingcircus​​​​

Anakin is an alpha with few hobbies, chief among them watching his favourite omega and amateur videographer Ben showcase his many, many talents. Anakin tells himself he isn't obsessed, but when he finds out Ben is a lot closer to him than he realises, he stops at nothing to get what he wants. That is, Ben's sweet little ass--even if Ben turns out to be Anakin's stuffy, buttoned-up Lit professor.

Ahhhh last but not least! Mind the tags, again with a bit of a darker Anakin in this one, but I am so obsessed with the story telling aspect and I’ll be hones the idea of ~professor kenobi being on cam on the side is just. You know. They also have a couple other stories as a part of the obikin fest s1 which you should check out! 

Oookay, this was it for me this time! I know I’m probably missing some great content out there, but I don’t want to rec anything I haven’t personally read. As always, please mind the tags before you read a story, and don’t read it if you see anything that might potentially trigger you. 

#obikin #fic rec #fanfiction #answered

[vendettavalor]

Old Master, New Padawan

⚔️ For @tacticalvalor 's Obi-Wan Kenobi! ⚔️

The collapse of the Jedi under Order 66 had been a tragedy. A loss so great, there were few in modern times who could ever recall such a widespread sudden systematic extermination of life such as this. And that was exactly what the Order had been. A heinous strategic move set up decades ago by the evil mastermind Darth Sidious to suddenly, cleanly, and violently destroy the galaxy's force of protectors in one, simple wave. With the death of the Jedi, so came the death of democracy, the demise of the Republic. And the rise of the Empire.

Those who had survived both the initial extermination and the following hunts went into hiding. Few were brave enough to seek them out, especially as the Empire began utilizing the Inquisitors as a means of flushing out the few that remained. But it was this risk that reunited Obi-Wan Kenobi and Aurelia Pta'hoa on Tatooine. The former had spent his time keeping Padme and her twins safe from the ever-present threat that was Anakin Darth Vader - and he had found company in another who was also in hiding after the Empire's destruction of her home world.

Their reunion was bittersweet. They wished it could be under better circumstance, but at the end of the long Tatooine day, they were just happy to see each other alive. Obi-Wan was especially happy to see that Aurelia's Padawan had also survived. She was a strong-willed, spirited young thing. Resilient even in the face of tragedy. (According to Aurelia, this wasn't the first time she'd been at the center of an attempted mass genocide.) And though he'd never had the chance to properly meet and bond with her, he hoped that they would be able to now and make the best of their terrible situation.

Unfortunately, it seemed the Kenobi and her would get along a little too well. For they shared a little more of a taste for chaos than perhaps some would like.

#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #mutual : all of my best friends #tacticalvalor #( ocm : alfinnea the wild rider ) #( v : ashes and stardust )

[sleepingbeauty21]

WIP game!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how nondescriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

Ok, so, I'm not entirely sure if people are going to ask me about my WIPs but I'll give it a shot 😊😊😊 (but if there are people here who still might be interested, feel free to ask through DM, or in the comment section! I'll be more than happy to talk about them!)

Also, let's take into account that these are a lot!

High School AU

Rebel Alliance AU

Aladdin (Anidala)

Beauty And The Beast (Reylo)

Best Thing I Never Knew I Needed (Sabezra)

Brave (Bo-Katan)

Cinderella (Foxiyo)

If I Never Knew You

Loyal, Brave and True (RebelCaptain)

Moana (Jannah and Lando Father Daughter)

Once Upon A Dream (Obitine)

Part Of Your World (Kanera)

Raya (Undecided)

Snow White (Blyla)

Tangled (HanLeia)

The Ice Queen (Paige, FinnRose and Hux)

Making It Up As We Go Along (Clintasha)

Peter and Gamora on Terra

Beneath A Moonless Sky

The Dark Side Clouds Everything

One Big Zany Sex Comedy (Obitine)

Can You Feel This Magic In The Air?

Be quick to hear, slow to talk, slow to anger. (Leia Listening to Ahsoka speak about Anakin)

Funny Story with Crosshair/Ventress Hunter/Rafa and Tech/Phee discovered by Rex and Ahsoka on Pabu

Galaxy Okay-est Dad? (Rexsoka)

How A Lesson Changed The Fate Of The Galaxy (Ezra teaching Ben how to force push)

Incoming Message

May The Force Bless Your Chocolate (Ben, Jacen and Poe aboard Home One)

Rex as Clark Kent and Ahsoka as Lois Lane

Sabezra In A Closet

Sabezra pregnant continuation of across the stars

Training Exercise

With a little help from my new friends (Ahsoka, The Rebels and Padawans Help Rey)

rexsoka raise the twins and caleb

Luke and Leia doing the Akul Hunt

Ahsoka teaching her ducks on Hoth (By ducks, I mean her children)

Rexsoka through Reylo's eyes

Force, what fools these mortals be! (A Midsummer Night's Dream) (Rexsoka, Lux x Steela)

How To Tame A Mandalorian And Not Die Trying (The Taming Of The Shrew) (Obi-Wan/Satine)

I Love Thee Against My Will (Much Ado About Nothing) (Hunter/Rafa Rex/Ahsoka)

Just One Of The Guys (Twelfth Night) (Han/Leia Luke/Mara)

Romeo & Juliet (Reylo)

You, that way: we, this way. (Love's Labour Lost) (Hunter/Rafa Tech/Phee Crosshair/Ventress)

Baby Talk (Rex talks to Ahsoka's belly)

Caught Red Handed (Rexsoka found by their daughter)

Playtime with Buir (Rex and Aisha playing)

Shooting Lessons (Rex teaching Aisha how to shoot)

Silence Means Danger (Aisha breaking wine bottles)

Slippery When Wet (Aisha covered in grease)

I'm tagging (with no pressure of course): @ahsokathegray @whyamismall @ladyanidala @bart1607 and anyone else who wants to play!

(Feel free to copy and paste or reblog if you want to join in!

#this is kind of a mix of long fics and short fics #most of them if not all are in the Star Wars universe but then we have a couple for Marvel thrown in the mix there #I can't say that I'm embarrassed about the titles because I'm sure there are people out there with worse names than mine hahaha #and also I'm not telling you which ones are for marvel #you guys figure it out #my fics #tag game

[dragormir]

Count Dooku, pt. 1

Mirjahaal Master Post

Dooku had often wondered, in his life, who would be the first of his lineage to die. Master Yoda had, of course, always been at the top of his list. He dearly loved his master, even if he claimed in public that he had distanced himself from both the Order and his lineage, but Yoda was ancient. He was easily as old as the cursed Reformation that had doomed the Jedi to a life of slavery and deprivation. If Yoda had passed into the Force while Dooku was on Serenno, he would have felt it, mourned, and moved on because he had accepted that the ancient Force wielder would die of old age - if the Force were ever brave enough to confront his awful glimmer stick, of course. 

To receive the news that it was his own beloved Padawan taken from him.... Dooku buried his face in his hands, willing his breathing to remain even as the Galactic Senate's representative droned on about the tragedy of Qui-Gon's demise and how surely this would bring Dooku back into the Senate's embrace so they could ensure he received the care his lineage would need in this trying time.... 

"That is enough," Dooku snapped, sharper than he had intended. It shut up the Senate's lapdog, though. "I have no more desire to hear of some failure from a lineage I have left. Tell the Senate not to bother me about this again." He cut the call off with an irritated wave of his hand, counted to twelve, and let out a harsh sob.

He and Qui-Gon had never been able to see entirely eye to eye, but he had raised that boy from childhood, had trained him and loved him and protected him as best he could from the Republic's cruelest actions. Qui-Gon was the son he had been denied by the Reformation and the Senate, the son he had never been able to cherish and care for as he ought to. And now his boy was dead.

He'd thrown himself from one of the spires, and Dooku could only guess as to his Padawan's thought process. He cursed his stupid, foolish, big-hearted boy for doing such a thing as he felt his heart shatter. Qui-Gon had left behind three Padawan of his own - one was a Master in his own right, and worked as an archivist. Feemor's heart had always been set on guarding the Temple, something the Force had called him to - but, like Qui-Gon's desire to explore and help people, and Dooku's own drive to excel at everything, from sabers to diplomacy, he had been denied his heart's calling. Then there was that spoiled little bastard, Xanatos, whom Qui-Gon had taken on out of pity, if only because no one else wanted to touch such a poisonous little toad. He had the protection of a powerful family, and one that was bizarrely delighted over the idea that one of their children was a Jedi. Either they were all brain-damaged, or Dooku was going to find blackmail in his biological father's archives about that family that would require bleach to wash away. 

And then there was little Obi-Wan. Not so little now, of course. Dooku had last seen him as a small boy, recently arrived from Stewjon. His own parents had tried to drown him - a mercy, of course, and one Dooku had guiltily wished they had been able to grant the sweet little boy more than once - and he had been terrified of water and bathing. Qui-Gon had taken him on as well, to Xanatos' intense disgust, and, for a time, Dooku had allowed himself to think that perhaps the Senate would just....leave them all alone.

Then Senator Valorum had discovered the little Padawan, and Dooku's world had shattered. Qui-Gon had been inconsolable when the Senate Guard had arrived to take his newest Padawan away, and even that little prick Xanatos had been in shock. Obi-Wan's return several hours later with pockets full of candies and several new stuffed toys, proclaiming that all the nice senator had wanted was to have Obi-Wan sit with him while he did paperwork, had failed to reassure any of them. 

Dooku cursed softly and reached blindly for the decanter on his desk, pulling the crystal stopper out with a little more force than necessary and, without bothering to reach for a cup, drank straight from the bottle. 

Qui-Gon had become overbearingly protective of his two Padawan after that. Dooku's escape years ago hadn't helped matters, and with his recent consolidation of power on Serenno - and, more importantly, over their hyperlane nexus - he was sure the Senate was incensed. Sith Hells, they had been furious. His majordomo had reported that his entire lineage, sans Master Yoda, had been doing some sort of "apology ritual" in the Senate rotunda for a fucking tennday. Dooku knew what that meant - kneeling on grains of rice or fine gravel until the Senate said you could stand, and Force gods but his own knees still ached from the one time he'd been forced to do that - and now.... 

His Padawan must have done something to anger the Senate. Dooku drank deeply from the decanter, not caring that the brandy was spilling down his neck as he drank. Perhaps not anger. No, Qui-Gon would tapdance on a Senator's grave and smile the whole time, uncaring of the consequences. 

No, Qui-Gon had done this in an effort to protect him. 

And Dooku could do nothing to aid the Jedi left behind.

#mirjahaal #count dooku #listen he's a bastard man but he's got his reasons

[keldabe-kiss]

Thinking about Anakin in my Ben Manaia AU.

He's raised with love by his mom, by Ben, by N'ala and Hive and Mansoor and all the other Manda'ade that he meets on his new homeworld of Vorpa'ya. He grows up learning to accept his anger and his fear and to use it to power his better emotions, not to smother them. Turning his anger into justice and his fear into protectiveness.

Ben is buir and ba'vodu and Ori'vod all in one. His mom is there when he says the Resol'are. She is there when he takes his verd'goten. She is there in his life, every step of the way.

His armor is black, orange and gold. When he was four, Ben led the Mandalorians who freed the slaves of Tatooine. When he was 13, he started helping free the slaves of other outer rim planets. He is Anakin of Clan Manaia, of House Mereel, one of the last Haat Mando'ade.

(He met Jango Fett once, at age 5. The Battle of Galidraan did not go the way it did in another world, but it was still a tragedy. Jango Fett lost so much, but he did not lose it all. That came later)

He meets Senator Padmé Amidala when he is 20 years old, during the height of the Clone Wars. It is not love at first sight- Padmé is there for peace talks with separatist planets, Anakin is there to find the secret slave trader hiding in the planet's government.

Anakin is rude, and presumptuous. He is not the sweet boy Padmé would meet in another life. Padmé is unchanged-she is proud and brave, and kind, most of all. Anakin is kind as well, and it takes only a day into their unfortunate four day of working together to figure this out. When Anakin kills the slaver, when he saves a Twilek child, Padmé takes his hand in hers. In it is a comm number.

The Cabur B’kih are not Separatist, or Republic, nor do they sympathize with either. They're here to help those who cannot help themselves, to train those who need training.

Anakin ruins a Jedi Operation with Ben and N'ala at age 21, and once again saves a slave planet. In doing so, he meets Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Padawan Ahsoka Tano for the first time.

(Ahsoka is not Jinn's apprentice. She is the apprentice to Aayla Secura, but as Ahsoka was undercover as a slave, her Twilek Jedi master could not be her slave master)

Ben kills the Queen, N'ala destroys all the bombs and chains the other slavers, and Ani talks with the slaves. Here he meets Ahsoka, who tells him proudly that she's a Jedi, and that she had it handled, no need for him to be here. Anakin tells her to stop snipping and help him unshackle the others.

(It is only Ben, who still recognizes Jinn after two decades, that stops N’ala from killing the Jedi. Jinn does not- cannot- recognize Ben though his beskar’gam. Ben keeps it that way. The group of three part from the group of two, Ani and Ahsoka gleefully bickering till the end)

Besides the small bubble of Anakin's life, the galaxy as a whole does not change. Some planets lose to the Separatists, some to the Republic, some are freed by three Mandalorians, touched by Dral Manda. Anakin meets with Padmé again and again. After the fifth time he does it on purpose.

Their first kiss is on Naboo, in the gardens at night, hidden away. They do not marry in secret, as they do not marry, not yet. Anakin has no reason to hide, nothing to grasp into tightly in fear that it would slip through his fingers. Senator Amidala is courting a Mandalorian Freedom Fighter, the holonet says. ‘At least they’re not saying terrorist’, Ben will say.

The clones- who are they cloned from? Jango Fett, still lost but with something to still gain in this world? Pre Vizsla, doing anything to create a more powerful Death Watch? Someone else, someone unknown?- still have chips in their heads. The galaxy still falls.

Darth Sidious had no Anakin Skywalker in this world, but he did not need him. Any powerful pawn would do. A Sith kills the Jedi in the temple, even the Younglings.

(Is it luck, or the Will of the Force, the Will of the Dral Manda, that made it so Ahsoka Tano was not with her Master, was not in the Temple, was no where near her troopers when the Order was Given? Ahsoka was with Padmé, asking her if Anakin could bring her those Batuu pastries next time he stops by to visit Padmé).

Padmé takes Ahsoka, and together they run. And they run to Anakin. The Galaxy falls, and they- Anakin, Ben, N'ala, Shmi, Hive, Mansoor, Padmé and Ahsoka- all wait to see how it lands before they do anything. They watch- they plan.

In this world, it is Anakin who starts the rebellion.

In this world, Luke and Leia Manaia-Naberrie are born a year and a half after the rise of the Empire, instead of the day of.

In this world, much has changed.

Anakin has two blasters, a jet pack, a whipcord, a purified lightsaber (that's a story for later) and his family with him.

In this world, some things stay the same.

Anakin kills the Emperor, with his son by his side.

(His daughter, Leia , and his family in every way, Ben, was there as well, but what they were doing is also another story for later)

#star wars #star wars au #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalkerr #Mandalorian Anakin #Ben Manaia #🪐

[sinvulkt]

Angstpril: 29. CAST AWAY - excluded from jedi order

@whumpril - Day 29."Final warning."

“Sinvulkt.” I raised my eyes from my book, to find an unknown Jedi Knight waiting in front of my desk. Anticipation clenched my heart. Had a Master accepted me? “Follow me.”

I nodded and gathered my things. Adrenaline raced through my veins. Who was it? Had Master Windu finally changed his mind? Or had Master Owl accepted my request? The old bird wouldn’t have sent a Jedi Knight in her stead though, much less one I didn’t know. 

We turned, and my eyes narrowed. My feathers bristled as a shiver ran down my spine. I knew the way we were taking. I took it every morning to go to class, and every afternoon when I went home from the Archive. Something was wrong. I accelerated my pace to ask the Jedi Knight where we were going, but didn’t reach them before we arrived. We stopped in front of the Initiate dormitory. 

“The ship departing for the AgriCorps leaves in one standard hour,” the Knight said briskly. “I trust you to be ready by then.”

“What?”

The words struggled to register in my mind. Leave? For AgriCorp? The impossible scenario I had both expected but feared looped in my brain. My wings spread in reaction to my fight and flight instinct, but I found myself paralyzed.

“No need to gather your belongings,” the Knight continued. “New clothes and furniture will be provided once we arrive.”

“Wait, no!” Desperation finally kicked in, jerking me out of my shocked state. “I can still find a Master,” I begged.

My heart raced and my mind muddled as I desperately searched for a way out. There were a few Jedi I hadn’t asked yet. It couldn’t be the end. I was barely twelve. I still had time!

“I’m sorry,” the Knight said. “The council has made their decision,” pity leaked into his tone.

I clenched my fist in front of his displayed compassion. This pity was worth nothing. It didn’t make them take me in as Padawan so I could become a Jedi. It didn’t change the Council decision. It didn’t stop them from breaking my whole world, just because it was more convenient.

The Force growled. A low rumble echoed in the energy field, and suddenly I felt the Dark, so close, brushing and teasing my fingertip. I could use it, it whispered. I could own its strength, and no one would be able to hurt me that way anymore. No one would be able to push me away, reject me. With it, I could carve my place into the Galaxy, powerful and free.

In my anger I answered the call, and my presence darkened. The Knight turned towards me, shocked. The Force slowly spun and rumbled around me, betraying the Dark growing in my chest. The Knight’s finger found the lightsaber sitting at their belt, and I froze.

It had been a reflex, a reaction to a perceived threat- it was very unlikely the Knight would have cut down an Initiate throwing a tantrum. Much less one in my position, soon to be expelled from the Order. But in that instant, I saw myself in his eyes- I saw the monster of Darkness, and the brave Knight ready to slay it. I woke up.

It was like being drenched in icy water. I became hyper-aware of the number of Jedi in the Temple, of how they would react to the sudden presence of a Dark Sider. Suddenly, mentors and allies had become enemies. It felt cold, lonely, and scary— I had the feeling that in this instant, if I made the smallest misstep, if I made the wrong move and Fell, they would slay me.

I bowed my head, defeated. I knew how to calm down. I had done it a thousand times (I loathed it just as many times). The spiraling Darkness fell down and faded, as if it had never been there in the first place. 

They had won.

I would comply, gather whatever belongings I was allowed to take with me, and follow the Knight out of the place I had wrongly called home. I would obey, and be the well-tamed failed Initiate they wanted me to be, because the alternative would mean giving up on survival. I would surrender, because it was the Force Will and all I ever knew, but I would remember. And for all my wrath was childish and wrong, for all the Dark was dangerous and volatile… I refused to deny my feelings.

Never again.

(Once more, my Flock pushed me away, and I stayed behind, abandoned.)

#angstpril2023 #fanfiction #starwars #day 29 #cast away #whumpril2023 #whumprilday29 #“Final warning.” #star wars #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #taaoej #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #sinvulkt fics

[pat-the-togorian]

Pat's Febu-Whump Day 26: Forced to Choose

It had all happened so fast. The Chancellor’s voice, the sudden shift in all the Clones’ demeanors, the crushing heartbreak as I sprinted away from those with whom I had just learned to fight back-to-back. Blaster bolts struck all around me as I was driven from the Beholden, with only the robes on my back, my gear, and my Padawan braid. 

Why did Sinvulkt have to be out flying now? I really wanted to see her… 

I was jarred from searching the skies by a blaster bolt striking my side. I couldn’t hold in a whimper of agony. My belt had taken most of the blow, but it still stung and singed my coat through a new hole in my robe. My cry rang out through the confused, tortured Force, and for a moment, I could sense where Sinvulkt was. And so, I ran. I raced through a hail of blaster bolts, the crack of grenades and their shrapnel’s painful impacts nearly causing me to stumble many times. I could sense trickles of blood and the heat of fire, like pin pricks all over my fur. 

I found myself backed against a cliff, the number of Clones trying to blast me growing too vast to run from. Looks like as good a place for a last stand as any, I mourned. And it would have been, too, had a figure not dived in between them and me, spreading her frazzled wings and clearing the field with an almighty Force Push. Not wasting a second, my Master grabbed me and took off. I trembled in her arms, taking momentary comfort from the familiar grasp and the wind on my face. I couldn’t force my voice to speak, but at that moment, I had no need. 

We reached a cave, and Sinvulkt landed, quickly releasing me and spinning to watch over the entrance. I collapsed onto all fours, panting and quivering, gradually struggling to stand and calm myself. She chirped, the gentle sound refocusing me. 

“Do you remember the ship we took to come here?” 

I nodded. 

“Do you also remember the shuttle I stole?” 

I nodded again. 

“I hid it somewhere in the caves in this cliff,” she explained briskly. “You need to take the shuttle, and go to Yamald City. The planet’s only spaceport is there.” 

“What about you?” I finally choked out. 

“I’ll be right behind you,” she smirked. “And in the worst case, you can always track me down, right?” I steeled myself, my tail fluttering. Our goodbye was coming quickly. “But only once it’s safe,” she quickly clarified. 

“Do you promise to come back?” I pleaded, tears threatening my eyes. 

As Sinvulkt stared at me with so much guilt and gratitude, I studied her in turn. She’d taken me off the streets. Taught me how to be brave and assertive after a life of powerlessness. Thrown me into the deep end and squeezed every last piece of my potential out of me for the world to revel in. 

“I promise,” she answered. And all I could do was believe. 

“Now run, Pat! Run and never look back!” I watched her until she disappeared into the thick, low clouds over the battlefield. I hadn’t felt so alone in years. 

After she’d disappeared, the determination she’d instilled in me came flooding back. If I was ever to see her again, my next few actions would be very important. 

I tried to use the Force to show me the shuttle’s location. I remembered the day she’d stolen it, and a reminiscent smile graced my lips for a moment. That day of antics felt like a hundred years ago. 

I plunged deeper and deeper into the cave, taking randomly-decided twists and turns, hoping the Force still blessed me. In the Force’s anguish, the only Bond strong enough to sense was Sinvulkt’s, and it suddenly gave a jolt of grief and fear. The kind that only occurred when she and someone else dear to us was in danger. Rema-–Would she turn like the standard Clones? 

No. 

I screeched to a stop, panting, swinging my head from forward to back. I was at a crossroads-–would I run and save myself, like she wanted? Or would I go back and find her one last time, like she possibly needed? 

I could tell she was making a heart-wrenching decision of her own. 

I’d never live with myself if I saved my own skin while she laid down her life. 

I turned from my chance to escape to Yamald City. Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure what I’d have done there anyway. My pack was here. 

I emerged from the cave again, the reek of blood and the low clouds of smoke hanging closer and thicker than ever. I steeled myself and jumped down to go back across the plain where I had nearly lost my life. Somehow, I knew Sinvulkt wouldn’t be able to save me this time. I could sense her losing her energy, her vitality… her light. 

Okay, this has happened before, it’s probably a False Dark to avoid Sith… 

I ran faster in the direction I thought this weakening Force presence was coming from, hardly caring about the blaster bolts that hailed down at me from time to time. And then, I saw her. 

Across the battlefield stood Sinvulkt, her wings utterly disabled, but her body still stood ramrod-straight, Dark power flowing through her. Her eyes were lit by a sulfurous haze. I stopped short as she noticed me and turned, whipping her lightsaber in my direction. 

A flood of horrible memories overwhelmed me. Mustafar, and the last time I’d run boldly up to a Dark Sinvulkt. My nightmare, the one where Sinvulkt had nearly killed me. She hadn’t tried to kill me the first time I went to her, but it was still possible. 

I just couldn’t do that again.

I turned my puffed tail and bolted away from Sinvulkt, blindly dashing through the outpost grounds and racing for the vast wilderness. My mind splintered with grief. I promised I’d never run from you, I sobbed inside as I fled. 

Like a dark star undergoing supernova, her mental screams of anger and loss hobbled me as I ran. I barely stayed on my feet as I felt her pain and self-loathing course through her. And then, like a supernova collapsing into a black hole, her Force presence left entirely. 

I had no time to grieve. I screeched to a stop as a squad of Clones seemed to loom large over me despite my height. “Please,” I begged them. “Don’t make me…” 

They began shooting without remorse, but my lightsaber draw was just swift enough. I tried my hardest only to deflect, but some of the redirected bolts still struck true. I struggled to see as my eyes filled with tears, and a hot, sour pain built up behind my face. Running for the woods was all I could think to do. 

When the direction of the base radiated a heartbreaking silence, I crept back to the scene. The battlefield was strewn with the bodies of the Clones, my newest band of brothers. The occasional Jedi also lay among them. The Battalion’s outpost on Yamald had become an utter killing field, with the carnage of the Clones’ sudden betrayals spilling out into the formerly lovely outpost grounds. I gazed upon the sight with fresh eyes, the guilt threatening to crush me at any moment. Why couldn’t it have been me? I knew the answer. It was because I had run. 

Were they dead? I hoped with all my heart that Sinvulkt, Aheka and Rema had somehow survived, and were just being understandably cautious by obscuring their Force signatures. 

I wandered the abandoned battlefield on my own, shaking with grief and loss, unable to find anyone.

@febuwhump

@formeralleycat

#taaoej #the amazing adventures of excentrics jedi #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday26 #febuwhump #whump writing #star wars fanfiction #star wars oc

[kyberled]

Peek into my muses' memories ! Slip a ⏰to see a memory or a part of my muses' past. (BONUS if you add a topic or someone's name associated with that memory!) || ACCEPTING

Anonymous asked:

⏰ Boba Fett >:3c

Well, this planet is far from illustrious. … In fact, if he were less charitable, he might call it a–

“Backwater slimeball.” Kriss mutters beside him. It’s so sudden that Braig can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad.” He says with a smile. "We've been to worse." 

"That's not the compliment you think it is, sir." Kriss mutters, and Braig nudges his shoulder against Kriss' in response. 

“Either way, we won’t be here long. Just a few rotations, and then we can pack up and move on to the next one.” 

“Goody.” Kriss muttered, and even though Braig couldn’t see his face behind the helmet, he didn’t need the Force to know the Lieutenant had just rolled his eyes. Braig wasn’t surprised in the least. 

“Why don’t you go rest with the others? I think I’m going to investigate the village up ahead.” He said, looking off to the horizon. Kriss shifts beside him. Braig exhales, smiling. 

“I’ll be fine.” He folds his arms behind his back, shifting his weight to one side. “I won’t go far, I’ll keep my comms on, and I am armed.” Kriss stared through his visor for a moment, then sighed and hung his head. 

“Just don’t do anything stupid.” He says, then turns to join his brothers at the heart of the camp. Braig only laughs in response. 

It's not a long walk, thankfully. (If it was, it would have been harder to get away on his own. People worried about him so much more lately. It was kind of them, of course, but really - he could handle himself.) He still would have tried to make the trip - it just would have been less convenient. He would have had to find a way to shake off whoever accompanied him. But that wasn’t the case. 

For all of the apprehension that filled the men, and for all Braig knew that they would have to face in the coming days, this planet really wasn’t so bad. The air is clean, the foliage is lush, the Force is… Well, the Force is muddled everywhere, but it’s not so crowded here. (Once the fighting starts, it will get worse. But for now, it’s refreshing.) 

And the village is so different from anything on Coruscant. Much as he loves his home planet, it can get rather suffocating at times. Now, where could it… Ah. 

There it was. A small, modest looking building, raised off the grassy earth by wooden posts. The sounds of life swirled out from the open door, the broad windows. It was inviting by design. Warm and welcoming. Braig smiled to himself, letting his boots thud up the wooden stairs. 

There was a decent crowd of patrons here. Most of them hardly spared him a glance when he came in. He found an empty stool near the bar, folded his hands on the countertop, and waited. 

"Can I get you anything?" The barkeep - a Rodian - asks. Braig nods. 

“If you wouldn’t mind. You wouldn’t happen to have any tea, would you?” His question is met with a chuckle and a shake of the head.

“Yeah, I heard that’s what you Jedi-types like. Comin’ right up.” The Rodian turns and walks away. Braig offers his thanks and waits. Not for the drink, not really. It will be nice, but… 

“I swear.” The voice behind him is familiar in more ways than one, and the smile returns to Braig’s face. “You get more conspicuous every time I see you.” Braig chuckled. 

“I’ve done more than enough hiding for one lifetime, I’m afraid.” He said. Boba hums a single note and takes a seat on the stool beside Braig. There’s a brief moment of silence. Braig is aware he’s being studied. He’s not surprised. It has been a while, after all. 

“It doesn’t hurt.” He says quietly. Boba looks away quickly. 

“I wasn’t-” He cuts himself off with a huff. Then after a moment, “You just got taller. … But you’re still short.” That makes Braig laugh. 

“Your bedside manner hasn’t changed.” He grins. The bartender returns, setting a steaming cup down in front of him. Braig says a quick thank-you and cradles the mug in his hands. The bartender turns to Boba. 

“Anything for you?” 

“Sure.” Boba nods once. “Whatever he’s having.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at another one of the bar’s patrons. The bartender shrugs, nods, and walks away. 

“Do you even know what that is?” Braig asked around a sip of tea.

“Lemonade.” Boba said without pause. Braig tried and failed to hide the smile on his face as he took another sip. There’s a moment of silence again, just listening to the babble around them. The Force stirred restlessly around them both. Braig raised a brow, but said nothing and didn’t look away from his drink. If Boba had something to say, Braig wouldn’t push him. He’d get there on his own. 

“... I’m glad you’re back.” It’s quiet, spoken in the direction of the counter, but Braig hears it. He closes his eyes and sighs.

“So am I.” He said, then forces a smile. “It wasn’t my most enjoyable experience.” And then, subconsciously brushing his knuckles over the scar on his face, “but I made it, and more importantly, the people are safe now.” 

“Yeah.” Boba nodded, then huffs a breath and shakes his head. “Have to admit, you’re tougher than I thought you were, back when we first met. But if you ever worry Latts like that again, she’s never going to let you forget it.” He accepts the drink the bartender brings casually, taking a sip while avoiding eye contact. 

“Right. Latts.” Braig nods as well. “Give her my apologies, then. I’ll try to keep her concern in mind.” 

“So. How long are you all here?” Boba asked. Braig decided not to mention that he could tell Boba was changing the subject. 

“Not long.” He says, draining the rest of his drink. “Only a few rotations. I can’t go into detail, but…” He trails off, then blinks. “Oh! I almost forgot, I brought you something.” He rummaged through the pocket of his tunic. After a moment of searching, he’s successful. “Here we are.” In his palm sat a small parcel, wrapped in a scrap of brown cloth. Boba frowned, leaning closer.

“What is that?”

“I picked it up while I was away.” Braig folds the fabric out of the way. It’s a simple gift, a large scale - or, large for a scale, but still small enough to fit in his palm. Sea-green but iridescent in the light, vaguely ovular in shape. “It was from one of the local sea-creatures. They shed them twice a year, I was told. The locals usually gather them to make pigments, but they let me take one. I don’t know.” He shrugs. “It just reminded me of the stories you were telling me. About the biology books you used to read.” Boba says nothing for a while, staring down at the scale that now rests in his own hand. Braig does his best not to probe the Force for a response. (That was something he had to learn when he was young. Non-Jedi - or rather, non-Force-Users - didn’t always like it when you read their emotions before they expressed them. It unnerved a lot of people who weren’t so used to it.) But try as he might, he couldn’t completely ignore the flush of sunshine-warmth that comes from beside him. 

Oh, thank the stars. He’d worried about overstepping with that one - he’s never really given Boba anything before. The young bounty hunter is rather… Enigmatic. But he lives simply, and that's always been something Braig has both related to and appreciated. (It did make present-getting rather difficult, though.) 

"How much longer do you have?" Boba asked. Brain blinked.

“What?” 

“Until you have to go back.” 

“Oh.” Braig shrugged. “I shouldn’t be too long - I am technically on duty, and I don’t want anyone worrying, but… I can spare a bit longer.”

“Good.” Boba nods, glancing around idly before taking another sip of his drink. “It’d be a shame to have to drink alone.”

#anonymous #&& as best i can; answers #&& best foot forward; ic #&& brave new worlds; padawan #&& far far away; drabbles

[tachiisms]

tagdrop: character tags

:: my perpetually worried padawan ( ferus olin ) :: you've got to listen to me sometime ( obi wan kenobi ) :: and i hope to one day be like her ( adi gallia ) :: never cared for levity in the council room ( mace windu ) :: can always be counted on to be brave but a little bit reckless ( anakin skywalker ) :: she is pure life; pure light; pure energy ( padmé amidala ) :: never follows the rules or listens to the council ( qui-gon jinn ) :: i knew a girl like springtime with sunshine in her heart ( chyla richi ) :: for he today that sheds blood with me shall be my brother ( pony ) :: it was roan who had saved him ( roan lands ) :: but trever wasn't his padawan ( trever flume ) :: she who is the preserver of worlds ( satine kryze ) :: not the last of the old but the first of the new ( luke skywalker ) :: made the kessel run in less than twelve parsecs ( han solo ) :: there is another ( leia organa ) :: you are someone; you have always been someone ( rey ) :: like her father before her ( rey skywalker ) :: the same strength and courage ( rey kenobi ) :: made the choice not to kill for them ( finn ) :: the same heart and goodness ( finn kenobi ) :: like his father before him ( finn skywalker ) :: as noble as a knight of the round table ( chas chandler ) :: stupid in spades ( john constantine ) :: an overgrown bird of prey ( viktor krumov )

#tagdrop #:: my perpetually worried padawan ( ferus olin ) #:: you've got to listen to me sometime ( obi wan kenobi ) #:: and i hope to one day be like her ( adi gallia ) #:: never cared for levity in the council room ( mace windu ) #:: can always be counted on to be brave but a little bit reckless ( anakin skywalker ) #:: she is pure life; pure light; pure energy ( padmé amidala ) #:: never follows the rules or listens to the council ( qui-gon jinn ) #:: i knew a girl like springtime with sunshine in her heart ( chyla richi ) #:: for he today that sheds blood with me shall be my brother ( pony ) #:: it was roan who had saved him ( roan lands ) #:: but trever wasn't his padawan ( trever flume ) #:: she who is the preserver of worlds ( satine kryze ) #:: not the last of the old but the first of the new ( luke skywalker ) #:: made the kessel run in less than twelve parsecs ( han solo ) #:: there is another ( leia organa ) #:: you are someone; you have always been someone ( rey ) #:: like her father before her ( rey skywalker ) #:: the same strength and courage ( rey kenobi ) #:: made the choice not to kill for them ( finn ) #:: the same heart and goodness ( finn kenobi ) #:: like his father before him ( finn skywalker ) #:: as noble as a knight of the round table ( chas chandler ) #:: stupid in spades ( john constantine ) #:: an overgrown bird of prey ( viktor krumov ) #(do I care that I have three tags for rey and finn? nope. I don't. I'll be extra like that if I want to be extra like that.)

[sarasapen]

Star Wars/Mandalorian Masterlist

** Indicates Smut

OBI-WAN KENOBI

 Little One Universe (Was supposed to be a one shot but as usual, I got carried away) (also it is not in chronological order, and doesn’t follow the original Star Wars timeline because it is a fanfic and it is mine and I decided to have fun with it)

Warning: In this Universe, the age gap between Obi-Wan and the reader is significant. Obi-Wan has not only completed Anakin’s training, but the Padawan’s as well before any romance occurs. Any and all allusions to romance happen strictly after the reader is an adult. That being said, I won’t apologise for my daddy issues that only Obi can solve

Little One** : First installment of the Little One series. Obi-Wan hasn’t seen you in a few years since the start of the Clone Wars. But now the war is over. If only you weren’t so lovely.

Trials and Tribulations: Obi-Wan braids his Padawan’s hair for the last time before her trials.

Peanut Gallery: Your first off-world mission brings with it new experiences (pure fluff)

Come Home to Me: Sometimes relationships get a little rocky (hurt with comfort)

Among the Blues and Greens: You realise you’re in love.

Pumpkin Spiced Spotchka: Halloween over the years.

In Sickness and In Health: Obi-Wan’s oh moment.

Next to You: (Set before the events of the first Little One installation, and is the first of several plot-centric fics.) Shortly after her trials, Obi-Wan comes to a rather horrible realisation regarding his Padawan. Well… Former Padawan now.

What The Moon Knows: Under Coruscant’s moon, Obi-Wan finds attraction in the midst of a long-standing friendship.

We Could Form An Attachment**: Direct sequel to the very first Little One post; titled Little One.

Romantic Dreams Must Die: A look into Little One's experience during the war, and a look into what the future might hold.

—————

THE MANDALORIAN

Series

Credit For Your Thoughts: Touch Starved!Din Djarin X Reader

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS. - I needed to take a break and by the time I came back, I wasn't happy with the direction I went in. Not sure when the next update will be, if there will be one. But I still hope you all enjoy :)

A03

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Being a Mandalorian was anything but easy. It was hard to make attachments when you couldn’t share your name, your identity, or your face. People didn’t trust you, and you couldn’t trust them. When he gets attached to you, the Mandalorian starts to think that it might be easier than people seemed to think.

But he failed to realise nothing in life is ever east. Especially when you’re not brave enough to face it.

In other words: Din’s past comes back to haunt him. The Child doesn’t seem to mind.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mentions of injuries and scars, smut, dark!din ish because canon din isn’t actually all that good of a person, and canon typical angst

Current word count: 68K

sneak peak

Chapter 1: The Girl**

Ch2 sneak Peak

Chapter 2: The Fall **

Chapter 3: The Promise **

Chapter 4: The Photograph

Chapter 5: The Little Bean

Chapter 6: The Beginning (Again)

Ch 7 Teaser

Chapter 7: The Injury

Chapter 8: The Pet

Chapter 9: The Attitude

Chapter 10: The Boot

Chapter 11: The Worm

…

#masterlist #Mandalorian #the mandalorian #din djarin #fluff #angst #smut #series #grogu #dad!din #mandoa #the mandolorian x reader #mando smut #mandalorian and grogu #star wars #star wars prequels #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan x reader #ewan mcgregor

[padawanlost]

What was that EU which said Shmi sent a message to Anakin but couldn't talk to him?

It’s from the book Tatooine Ghost by Troy Denning 

 Watto came back from a trip to Mos Eisley today with bad news. He told me that Qui-Gon Jinn had been killed in a battle on a world called Naboo. No one knows whether he had a boy with him, but I’m terrified, Annie. Do I still have a reason to keep this diary?

Watto keeps saying that I should never have let you go, that you would have been better off staying his slave on Tatooine. I can’t allow myself to believe that … Qui-Gon promised me he would take care of you, that he would train you as a Jedi, so I must trust that you are still all right. But who is watching after you? Who will train you now? Annie, I’m so worried.

[…]

Still no word from the Jedi Council about what happened at the Battle of Naboo. Watto is beside himself with fury, complaining that if I can spend a hundred credits to send a message, then the Jedi can spend a hundred credits to answer. It worries me that it’s taking them so long. Three days should be long enough to figure out whether you were at Naboo, and whether you’re still alive.

[…]

The entries for the next few months ran in much the same vein—though many had been destroyed by the data skips Silya had mentioned. Anakin’s mother put up a brave front, recounting day-to-day events as a matter of faith that her son had survived and would one day hear them. But she also continued to search for news of his fate. One spacer reported hearing that there had been a boy at the battle, another a wild tale about the boy actually striking the critical blow.

Anakin’s mother even spent what remained of her meager savings on a HoloNet news search, which yielded only the unsettling news that a boy had been seen shortly before the battle in the presence of the “slain Jedi Knight.” Few other details were available, for the Jedi Council was remaining even more reticent than usual about the incident.

[…]

Shmi seemed to believe that Watto genuinely missed the boy. Leia had trouble accepting this, but was forced to at least allow for the possibility when Shmi reported that Watto had actually made a gift to her of the ten credits she had borrowed to help pay for her message to the Jedi Council.

[…]

An administrator on Coruscant had finally replied to Shmi’s ’Net message: Anakin was well, but the Jedi did not discuss the activities of their Padawans even with parents. Even that was enough to elate Shmi.

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[queen-breha-organa]

WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME NEW STAR WARS BOOKS GOT ANNOUNCED OR WAS I SUPPOSE TO FIGURE THAT OUT MYSELF???

LOOK AT THESE

Star Wars: Shadow of the Sith

“Luke Skywalker and Lando Calrissian return in this essential novel set between Return of the Jedi and The Force Awakens.”

Star Wars: Stories of Jedi and Sith

“The brave Jedi. The devious Sith. These iconic heroes and villains embody the struggle between light and dark that is at the very heart of Star Wars.”

Star Wars: Padawan

Obi-Wan Kenobi really wants to be a good Padawan. The best Padawan, even. But that’s feeling more and more impossible with his new master, Qui-Gon Jinn. All of Obi-Wan’s friends are off training to be real Jedi, getting mission experience, while he’s still on Coruscant, practicing his forms and sitting in silent contemplation. Ever since Qui-Gon’s former master, Dooku, left the Order, it feels like Qui-Gon has been too busy trying to connect with the Force or arguing with the Jedi Council to properly train his Padawan.

AND MOST IMPORTANT

Star Wars: Brotherhood

“Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker must stem the tide of the raging Clone Wars and forge a new bond as Jedi Knights.

The Clone Wars have begun. Battle lines are being drawn throughout the galaxy. With every world that joins the Separatists, the peace guarded by the Jedi Order is slipping through their fingers.”

SO EXCITED TO SEE THE BEGINNING YEARS OF THE CLONE WARS!!!! AHHHHH

You can read the full descriptions here at Star Wars.com

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[kyberconfessions]

No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You. Part 2

Here it is everyone! Part 2! You all make me so happy, it’s been so long since I wrote something and so much longer since I shared it. All your reblogs and likes have made me so happy.

As always:

This will eventually be a 18+ older fic and will deal with anxiety, death, sex,  PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read.

Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory)

Rating: 18+

TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66. I will add other things as I think about them

Part 2: Utterly Alone

     You couldn't believe Hondo. Making you come to him for that information. It was just like him to hold out on you right when he was getting to the good stuff. Of course he wanted you to meet these ‘clients’ of his before he would offer up whatever he had. Honestly, if he weren’t Hondo Ohnaka, you probably would have killed him long ago, which is why he knew he could pull these stunts.  You shook your head and finished putting on your gear: black pants with pockets and clips, a black shirt covered in darkly painted duriplast armor, twin blasters on your hip and thighs, a large vibroblade on your belt, a few droid poppers in a pouch, thermal detonators in another, and various other tools of your trade. 

A far cry from your sand colored robes and saber hilt on your hip. What would your Master say if he saw you now? He would probably be ashamed. No, that's not true. Obi-Wan Kenobi would never have felt shame when it came to you, he would have been so proud of you for surviving. 

You shook your head free of those thoughts and went to stand in front of the closet next to your bunk. Your hand slowly grazed the lockpad, letting the door whoosh open. 

Your life's work was in that closet.

Half of everything that was ever important to you was in there. You looked up, gazing at the old and scratched armor, the golden paint fading from it. It had taken you nearly 16 years, but you had almost every piece of Cody's armor. You had killed for some pieces, you had purchased others, and the rest you had found scattered across the stars. It was the only thing you had left of him. The only thing you had left of your home. All you were missing was his helmet. 

One day you hoped to find that as well. If you couldn't hold him in your arms again, you would honor his memory this way.

The closet across from Cody's hurt more, though. That closet you had set aside for Rex. But search high and low, you never found anything of his. Not a whisper, not a glove, not even a mention of his name. It was like he was wiped off the galaxy after Mandalore. 

You had gone back there, scoured the planet for any sign. All you had found was ash and bone. A dead, rotting planet, filled to the brim with ghosts and monsters. You heaved a sigh and touched Cody's glove, holding it up to your cheek.

"I wish you were both with me right now. You'd know what to do. You always did."

You sighed and closed your eyes, thinking of their faces.

"I miss you both so much. I'm not sleeping well anymore. But, I always did sleep better sandwiched between you two. Kriff. I know Hondo is going to worry, he always does. Nosey nerf herder. I just....I keep seeing your faces. And I keep hearing your voices and I just can't... I can't do this anymore without you. If you're out there, if you're watching over me, please know I am so sorry. I'm just so sorry."

Your tears cut you off while you choked on a breath.

You looked up to the headless suit, touching his cuirass and gently letting go of the glove. Your hands left the armor and rubbed your eyes free of tears. You had to steel yourself, who knows what kind of people Hondo would want you to meet with. 

You stepped back and closed the door, hiding away your most prized possession. Only Hondo knew about what you had. He had helped you find every piece of your prized armor. He tracked every lead, every serial number, every black market arms dealer selling Clone Era tech. As cunning and double crossing as he was, he cared for you. He cared for Kenobi more, but your connection to the Jedi Master was what compelled him to watch over you. He's who saved you and gave you shelter in the beginning, anyways.

You were curled up in a ball on the bench across from him, head resting on the transparisteel, watching as hyperspace went by. Your face was colorless, your eyes were red, and your lower lip was swollen from where you kept chewing on it. You hadn't spoken a word since Padmé died. It seemed the last 24 hours had taken its toll on you and he knew it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Obi-Wan Kenobi looked at you as Luke whimpered in his arms. 

Gently he reached out to you through the Force, caressing your signature with his. You turned to him, fresh tears falling from your eyes.

"My sweet Padawan, please, talk to me. I can feel your emotions, even without the Force." He shifted the newborn in his arms and stood to sit next to you.

With one free arm, he gently wrapped it around you. It took you less than a second before you felt all your walls crumble and the metaphorical dam break. Obi-Wan would always have that power over you. You covered your mouth with your hand as a sobbed wracked your body, trying to keep quiet for the sleeping baby. He pulled you closer, shifting to hold you against him. You pushed your face into his neck, tears quickly dampening his robes.

"Shhh, little one. It's alright. Let it out. I'm here. You're here. We are alive. I know it seems like nothing will ever be the same, but we must trust in the Force."

He let his Force signature envelop you, warming you. After a few moments, when you felt as if you couldn't cry anymore, you lifted your head from his shoulder.

"Do...do you think they're dead, Master?"

He looked at you with a question on his face, but he waited for you to elaborate.

"Do...do you think they made it? Ahsoka and...and Jesse....and...." You swallowed thickly, trying to force his name from your lips.

"And Rex. Do you think they killed her? Do...do you think she killed him?"

Obi-Wan was no fool. He knew how you, his young Padawan, felt for the Clone Captain of the 501st. He also knew how you felt for the brave Marshall Commander Cody. He knew it because he felt the same about another. He knew what it was like to hold a love so deep in your heart, you felt them in your entire being.

"He shot at us, Master. Cody....shot at us. He tried to kill us. He tried to kill me..." your breath stuttered and you hiccuped a few times.

He placed his hand on your head and stroked your hair lovingly, trying to calm you down.

"I know, little one. I don't know what happened or why they turned."

"What if..this was their plan all along?! What if they never were our men?! What if," you stopped as new tears fell at your revelation, "what if Cody and Rex never...never loved me?", you whimpered out in a soft whisper.

He shushed you, gently pushing his forehead against yours, and whispered your name to get your attention. "No, dear one, no. Cody loved you. Rex as well. I have seen that look in a man's eye before. That utter devotion to someone. Devotion much stronger than that of a commanding officer."

More tears fell from your eyes as you realized your Master knew your deepest kept secret.

"You knew?"

"I knew."

"Then why? Why not say anything? Why not report us? You...you are a sitting member of the High Council? I have shamed you! I broke our code!" You rambled. 

He hesitated for a few moments, looking around at the dim area of Organa's ship. They would be arriving to Tatooine soon. And then after he knew not. He knew he had to make his words comfort his Padawan, because this would be his last lesson.

"Sometimes when you find something so profound in a dark time like this, you have to hold onto it. If there is something worth moving on for, if there is something to keep fighting for, you must let it guide you. The Force has always worked in ways we can not explain. 

"I saw how they looked at you, how they would have done anything for you. How you would have done anything for them. I saw because I know those same feelings. I too know what it was like to love someone so desperately. To want to give them the world. I know what it's like to want to leave the Order if they only asked."

He took a moment for his words to sink in and grabbed a hold of your hand to caress the flesh of your knuckles.

"My dear Padawan, I am so proud of you. I have watched you grow from far off in the temple. I have heard the reports of you from your old Master. And I have seen your strength and kindness with my own eyes. You will be not just a great Jedi, but a great person. I only have one last lesson to teach you."

He let go of your hand and moved to hold your cheek, making you look him in the eye.

"This will be the most important thing I will ever impart on you. Live. Live on. Do not let the events of today control you. Do not let the guilt you have in your heart guide you. Live and be strong. Survive. Find whatever makes you happy and hold onto it with all your strength. Be mindful of the Living Force and what it has to teach you. It will guide you."

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his, letting your Force signatures mingle. 

You wanted to tell him that you loved him, that he was everything you ever wanted to be. That all you ever wanted was to honor the memory of your former Master and to honor him. You wanted to throw your arms around him and hold tight. You wanted to tell him that when you thought of a father, you saw him.

But, before you could say anything C-3PO walked up.

"Master Kenobi, Commander, we have arrived at Tatooine."

You both bid your farewells to Senator Organa and the two droids and left. You had never been to Tatooine and you hoped you never would have to return again. You hoped that you and Obi-Wan would make your way through the Galaxy, Master and Padawan, father and daughter, saving those left behind.

But, that wasn't to be.

It was a short ride on a speeder bike to the Lars farm. A young man and who you guessed was his wife stood waiting, as if they knew you were coming. 

Obi-Wan motioned for you to stay back, which you did, not having the strength to be around people. 

  Your hood was up, protecting your hair and face from the harsh winds whipping up sand.

  It was strange, almost cathartic, watching your Master hand the small baby to the young man. It was almost as if you knew this wasn't the end. But, at the same time, you knew this chapter of your life had closed.

  The two men you had ever loved were gone, dead probably. Your family was shattered. And you were about to say goodbye to the only other person who ever truly saw you.

Obi-Wan walked back to you, fingers grabbing at his mustache and beard, his old habit for when he was deep in thought.

"Master?"

     You rode for a few hours to a small town, Mos Eisley, the terrain passing you by quickly, but you paid no attention. You just held onto your Master as tightly as you could; the last time you held onto him like this, Cody made the order to shoot you down.

He looked to you, his lips set in a firm line, and nodded away, motioning for you to follow him.

You did, without question. You would always follow Obi-Wan Kenobi.

You shook your head of those thoughts against his back, a move not lost on your Master.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, MY PADAWAN?"

He yelled to you, trying to be heard over the sound of wind whipping by.

"YES MASTER!"

He nodded and let it go, him just as tired as you.

When you finally arrived at the small Smugglers town, you went to secure the bike while Obi-Wan went into a Cantina to make a call.

You didn't know to whom or what for, but you were too exhausted to care. Everything was crashing down on you and all you wanted was just to sleep. But you knew you had to keep going.

After a while, Obi-Wan stepped back outside and motioned for you to follow him in. The twin suns were beginning to set and you had just started feeling the cool air on your face.

Oh well.

Without a word you entered the noisy cantina, the sounds of people and creatures a harsh register to your ears.  There was music coming from somewhere, but you didn't bother to look, too focused on Obi-Wan's back.

It wasn't until he sat you at a table did you bother to look around. Everyone was carrying on, as if the war wasn't over. As if the Clones didn't betray their commanders and friends. As if the temple on Coruscant wasn't burning.. As if the Jedi weren't being systematically hunted down and killed.

Cody would have been disappointed in you.

You had ignored every possible exit, had failed to count the blasters you could see, and had failed to get the seat closest to the wall so you could face the door. But you couldn't be too angry at that one, Obi-Wan was locked on, watching every single person coming in and out.

But above all, you had failed to make a contingency plan to kill every person in the room. 

"Always plan, Mesh'la. Be polite, be courteous, never start a fight, show professionalism. But always have a plan to kill everyone in the room. Always plan to protect you and your own. Smile, but know how you will take everyone out if need be."

At the time you had called him cynical to think that way, but you understood now. You understood all of his lessons were to prepare you for moments like this.

After a while a server brought two bowls of bone broth and two cups of some sort of liquid; you didn't question. 

You waited for Obi-Wan to start eating, before tentatively spooning from the bowl. You ate in silence, neither of you in the mood for conversation. 

   When you were done, you waited for him to move to leave, but he just sat there, staring at the table.

   "Master?" 

   He looked at you then, his eyes were bloodshot and the bags under them made him look older than he was. Or perhaps they showed his true age, his normal boyish charm and good looks fallen away for a moment.

You quickly grabbed his hand in your own and squeezed it, before pulling away and tucking your hand back into your sleeve.   

"We will wait here for a few more hours. Then we will head to the outskirts to meet an acquaintance of mine. From there we will make our next move."

You nodded, sighed, and sat deeper into the rock bench.

A few hours later you were once again wrapped around Obi-Wan's waist, riding out into the desert. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the dim bulb on the front of the speeder. This time, at least, you were smart enough to tear away your robe and use the fabric to make a makeshift wrap for your face and his. This time, you didn't have to have your face pressed against his back. But, it didn't stop you from doing it a few times, hugging him tightly. You both knew that these would be the last moments you spent together. No one said it out right, but you could feel it all the same.

After a while you came upon a ridge, a small ship having landed in the canyon below. You didn't recognize it, but Obi-Wan made for it, which settled the anxiety growing in your chest.

It was larger up close, once you pulled up next to it.

Obi-Wan dismounted and helped you off, your legs slightly jelly from the long ride.

You both stood there, next to the bike, staring up into the hull. You shifted from foot to foot, your anxiety getting the better if you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and a gentle squeeze before he went to hold your hand.

Even after everything, he still put you first. You were going to miss him so much.

The ramp opened up and a lone figure emerged, wearing a rather strange outfit.

"Master Kenobi! I was so worried. I had heard...rumors"

A strange Weequay man addressed your Master as he joined you on the ground.

"Hondo, it is good to see you, old friend." 

They grasped forearms in greeting before standing apart.

"Is it true, Master Jedi? Are they...."

Obi-Wan heaved a deep, bone weary sigh and nodded solemnly.

"Forgive me, my friend. I did not know. A thorn in my side, your Order may be, but I would never wish this on anyone."

It was then he noticed you, standing next to Obi-Wan just as tired and broken.

"Is this who you contacted me about?"

Your eyebrow raised as you turned to look at your Master, confused.

"Yes. Hondo, meet my Padawan Learner. LIttle one, meet Hondo Ohnaka."

You stepped forward and bowed slightly before returning back to your spot behind Obi-Wan.

"Hello there, Pretty Lady. I am Hondo, Pirate King and best friend to one Obi-Wan Kenobi."

He bowed with a flourish which caused Obi-Wan to roll his eyes.

You giggled though, and that sound had Obi-Wan smile slightly.

"It's nice to meet you, Hondo. Master? What does he mean?" You glanced over to Obi-Wan. You knew, in your heart, that this was it, but it still hurt, still clenched your chest. 

"Ahh, I will be...on the ship. Yes. Don't mind me, just going to do some routine maintenance before take off, have very important business to do...on the ship…" Hondo excused himself in a very Hondo way and walked back up the ramp, before disappearing into the hull.

Obi-wan turned to you and cleared his throat. You could see the anxiety welling up in his eyes, the fear that if he left you and you died, it would be his fault. Just like how Anikan was his fault. And Padme. He couldn't bear the thought of you dying when he could protect you, but, he had to stay. He knew he did. He had to watch over Luke and protect him. It was his new path in the Force.

Before he could speak, you cut him off trying to save him from his guilt. 

"So, this is it. This is where we part ways."

Obi-Wan released the deep sigh he didn't know he was holding and nodded.

"I have to stay. I have to watch over Luke. I can not let…"

"I know, Master." You gave him a tight lipped smile, eyes glassy with fat tears. You could feel your heart breaking, but you weren't sad. 

"Master, I need to tell you something. I don't want this to go unsaid between us," You paused, trying to collect your thoughts. How were you going to say what was on your heart? How were you going to reassure him of everything while being so scared yourself?

Obi-Wan waited patiently, only moving to once again hold your hands in his. There was so much he wanted to say as well, but he was just so tired. He was so very tired and everything pulled down on him more.

You took another deep breath, it was now or never…

"Master? I love you. You are the father I never had. When I think of family, I see you. And Ashoka. And," you choked, "Anakin." Your voice was small, almost lost in the howling winds of the canyon. But still you spoke, letting everything out. 

"All I have ever wanted was to make you proud. I wanted to be the best, not because I should strive to be a better Jedi, but because I wanted to honor you. When I lost my Master, I thought I was going to be forgotten, put aside until after the war, but then you came. You sat there in your chair in the Council Chamber and you saw me. You saw me. Being your Padawan was the greatest honor I could ever have had. I was being swallowed by this darkness in my heart, I was so lost and scared and confused. I lost myself when I lost my Master, but then you were there. You were this light that reached out for me. You pulled me out of that darkness. You anchored me in the present and the Light Side of the Force. Please don't think you've failed me. You haven't. You could never fail me. Obi-Wan Kenobi, you saved me. Everything I will ever strive to be is because of you. You are my father, Obi-Wan. And I love you."

You could feel the tightening in your chest, that anxious squeeze pulling at your insides as you waited for his response. Tears were falling down your face, making muddy tracks on your skin. Obi-Wan, for all his charm and quick wit, was speechless. He just stared at you with big, glazed, blue eyes. You were about to apologize for everything you said, hoping you didn't ruin the last moments with him you had, but then he pulled you to him.

He held you tight, crushing a bit of air out of your lungs. You felt him kiss the crown of your head before you wrapped your arms around him as well. 

You both stood there, holding on for dear life.  You could feel his tears in your hair, from where his cheek was pressed against your head. You could feel his heartbeat against your ear, where your face was against his chest. And you could feel his Force Signature mixed with yours, wrapping tightly around the both of you.

"Wherever you go in this world, whatever you decide to do, please know that I will always be with you. You are so strong, dear one. Don't ever think that I have never been proud of you. Look for me in the Force and you will find me. I will never abandon you."

You squeezed him harder and he held you tighter. You wanted to remember everything about him at this moment. His smell, like ozone and linen, the warmth of his chest, the scratch of his beard on your head, every little tactile sense you had was busy cataloging this exact moment, never to be forgotten. 

You didn't know, but he was doing the exact same thing.

"I will always love you, my brave Padawan."

"I will always love you, Master."

Slowly you both let go of each other, standing still.

There was a noise behind you, someone clearing their throat.

Hondo.

"I hate to break up this beautiful display of fatherly devotion, but, I am sorry, Master Jedi, if I am to take her with me, we must leave now. There is chatter on the com-waves."

Obi-Wan looked over your head at the man above you and nodded once.

"Yes, of course. Thank you Hondo. For everything."

"It is my honor, Master Jedi."

He looked back at you and reached out to squeeze your shoulders, before pulling you into one last hug. 

"May the Force be with you." 

"May the Force be with you, Master."

Slowly he let you go, heartbreak in his eyes. You turned and walked up the ramp, meeting Hondo at the hull opening. 

"We will leave soon, Pretty Lady. Please don't worry, I will keep you safe. I promise."

He nodded at you as you turned to look back at Obi-Wan. Your heart was in your throat and you didn't care that you were sobbing hard and deep. You were leaving everything you knew behind. Everything you are. Everything you have ever been was down there with him. But you knew, if you stayed, they would know. He would know. And you couldn't put Luke in that danger.

The ship started to move, gaining altitude, but still you stayed, watching him on the ground. You wanted to jump, to stay with him, to stay with the last bit of familiar comfort you had, but you didn't. You stayed glued to the side, watching him get smaller and smaller. 

He raised his hand in farewell as you began to shut the door. The air was beginning to thin and you would be in open space in a few moments.

But still you stayed. You stayed, looking at the grey durasteel side of the ship. You stayed, watching nothing as the ship left orbit. You stayed, trying to find purchase on anything as your heart was ripped from you. Cody, Rex, Obi-Wan, Jesse, Gregor, Ashoka, Kix, Fives, Wolffe, Plo, Padmé, Anakin. Everyone you had ever cared for, every single soul you considered family and friends and lovers were gone. Your entire family, your entire order, every single person, was dead. 

You were alone. You were utterly alone. And there was nothing you could do to change it.

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[m4st4rd]

a near-fatal mistake

a/n: hey guys i’m back from the void! i finally finished this little Anakin & Obi-Wan request. i’ve never written pre existing characters as tiny before, so this was a fun challenge! thank you @special-agent-sea-turtle for requesting this!

i was originally gonna write Anakin as the tiny, but i can only think of tiny Vader for so long before losing it so :)! tiny Obi-Wan it is. and one more thing! i name-dropped a couple things from my upcoming oc story! stay tuned for that!

reblogs appreciated!

warning: blood mention, injury

   IT’S QUIET FOR only a moment as Obi-Wan catches his breath, a breath that invites dust and dirt and blood into his lungs. After that, the world crashes back into him. 

   The battle on Shakua still rages around him, but his fall seems to have gone unnoticed in the fray. Many voices shout, but none of them shout his name: to his left is Cody, leading the 212th; to his right, General Berand, ushering their men forward. His mistake is nothing compared to the true fight. 

   He wonders how much time has passed.

   His hands go to his side, where an angry red burn twists up his ribcage. He had sensed it coming, yet he was not fast enough: one B1 who was a little smarter than the rest. One little blip in the programming nearly cost him his life. And aside from the wound, his eyes are heavy, his head is pounding, his limbs feel weak—

   He tries to stand and shout, but fails. There’s too many footsteps shaking the ground around him. He stumbles, plants his face in the dirt, clutching his wounded side. Well, there goes my dignity. Luckily, no one had seemed to notice. If he could find his lightsaber, he could get back up, get back into the battle… 

   He’s fine. Obi-Wan is fine.

   “Master Obi-Wan!”

   His ears ring. The world goes silent again, save for muffled, pounding footsteps. He turns himself onto his back, and tries to look up, but his vision is blurry. He sees nothing through the dust in his eyes… until a huge, panicked face breaks through. 

   He has no time to protest as a hand scoops him up, although a little roughly, and he’s cupped against a chest. Whoever has him is running, swinging his saber around, deflecting blaster bolts with ease. And whoever has him is scared: Obi-Wan can tell from the emotion radiating off of them, and the racing heart that fills his senses.  

   He takes the time to clear his eyes, instinctively gripping the robe of his rescuer for balance. But it’s not long before he’s pulled away, looking up, up, up, into the worried face of his Padawan.

   Anakin hides in the brush, not too far from the battle. If Obi-Wan peers over his curled fingers, he can see the fight just a ways away. Everything starts to click: he had pulled him from the ground, weaving through the blaster bolts and the brawling soldiers to get to a safe spot. A considerate move, certainly, but one that could’ve gotten his Padawan seriously injured… 

   “Anakin!” he exclaims, his voice hoarse from disuse. For a second, he forgets the pain that riddles his body: he’s annoyed. “You should’ve left me! I’m perfectly fine, you must focus on the battle—”

   But he gets no response. All of his awareness comes rushing back to him at once: the hands that hold him shake, and the face that stares from above is turning… angry. Angry eyes filled with angry tears that track through the dirt on Anakin’s face. More than anything, Obi-Wan is surprised, but he can feel fear creeping back into his heart. It’s a feeling he hasn’t experienced around him— not in many years.

   “Anakin…”

   “Are you out of your mind?” the boy whispers, oblivious to the battle that crashes over their heads. “Pulling a stunt like that, it— it could’ve killed you!”

   Obi-Wan leans against his fingers for support, wincing through his aches, and puts on the bravest, sternest face he can manage. “Anakin, need I remind you that I am a Jedi Knight?” he retorts, coughing as he takes in another lungful of dust. “I’m more tha—”

   But he’s cut off with another scowl. “You’re a Jedi Knight the size of my fingers.” His voice is agitated, yet harsh. “What if I hadn’t spotted you? What if Cody, or one of General Berand’s men— what if they stepped on you? And look at you— you’re seriously hurt, master!”

   “It’s—”

   “It’s irresponsible, that’s what it is! You were being irresponsible.”

   As if Anakin could talk about being irresponsible. “It’s nothing,” he mutters. “I’ve suffered worse wounds. You have more important things to worry about. Where is General Berand? Have they breached the blockade?”

   “Does it matter?” Anakin snaps. “Listen to me! You could’ve died! For once, stop fighting so hard. It’s gonna be the death of you.” The hands beneath him tremble as Anakin grows desperate; desperate for what, he’s not quite sure. “I know you’re trying to be brave, but you don’t need to be.”

   Obi-Wan sighs, taking in another fluttering breath. No matter how hard he tries to hide his pain, it’s ever apparent to the boy holding him. “Anakin,” he says, “you mustn’t be afraid to lose me. I know it’s overwhelming, but you must let go of attachments like these.”

   “I don’t want to let go!” he cries out, and Obi-Wan is stunned, pushing away from the face that moves closer. “It’s so stupid, how they expect us to be prepared for something like that. Something like this. How can they command Master and Padawan to stay together, to become family, and expect us not to grieve if we lose each other?”

   He finally catches his breath. It’s a shaky one, filled with emotion.

   Anger and worry fight for control within the boy’s mind. Obi-Wan ponders about his Padawan’s outburst, trying to ignore the growing pang in his heart. Above all else, Anakin is concerned. He only made such a decision to get him out of danger. His hands are the safest place he could be at the moment. 

   When he speaks again, his voice is barely a whisper, but it’s cracked with anguish. “I’m not ready to lose you. Not yet, master.” 

   Funny. Such an emotional move should be frowned upon by both Obi-Wan and his Jedi way, but when he says that, he feels warm.

   “I’m… sorry, Anakin,” he says softly. So soft that his voice is almost unheard over the mess. But he hears him. His fingers curl over him protectively. “I’m not going anywhere, not now. You were very brave for rescuing me. And I thank you for that.”

   Anakin wipes his tears with the back of his free hand. “Well,” he mutters, “I couldn’t just leave you there.”

   Obi-Wan laughs, despite his aching body. “And I’m glad you didn’t.” He can feel himself growing weaker. Imagine where you’d be without him.

   Before he finishes, though, he rests his hand on the thumb beside him. “But please don’t make a decision like that again, however concerned you may be,” he says, smiling up at the huge face in front of him. “I don’t need you getting hurt, too.”

   He’s only half joking, but it’s true: he doesn’t want Anakin hurt. He’s not sure if he could recover from a wound like that.

   A new emotion pierces through the veil of anger and despair surrounding him: pride. “I’m gonna bring you to the medical tent,” he says, turning away to hide the flush of his cheeks. But Kenobi senses it nonetheless. “General Berand can handle it for now. I’ve gotta get you some help.” And as he stands, Obi-Wan feels a rush of determination. A rush of hope. “I’m not leaving you, Obi-Wan.”

   “I appreciate that,” he murmurs in reply. He lets the tension in his limbs go. His eyes grow heavy as he leans back against his Padawan’s fingers. He’s brought back to the chest as Anakin starts to run, focusing on that familiar heartbeat. It’s the last thing he hears before he slips back into unconsciousness, wounds forgotten for the moment.

   He’s safe with him.

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