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thechaoticfanartist · 11 months
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Remember when Grimsoka was just two young teenagers crushing on each other while trying to navigate their feelings in the middle of a war? Anyways I do.
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darth-caillic · 1 year
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Is this what Mandalorians consider a first date?
I think my progression of how I draw Mar and Ahoska is the best example of my art improvement over the last three years.
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saturnsokas · 11 months
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as soon as i found out about @starwarssapphicweek, i knew i had to take part for my favourite space girlfriends!
Day 1 ━━ Reunion.
ship: ahsoka tano x violet uttara (jedi oc)
characters: violet uttara (oc), ahsoka tano, celene valarys (oc), bo-katan kryze, nite owls, darth maul (mentioned)
warnings: references blood and injury.
this is an excerpt from my ahsoka fic, wonderland, set during the siege of mandalore/old friends not forgotten! sooooo minor spoiler warning for the entirety of my fic lmfao.
word count: 750
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It was only when Violet’s adrenaline rush subsided that she noticed her wound. She touched the growing red stain on her grey robes and her fingers came back crimson. Violet’s head felt fuzzy; her legs buckled and she collapsed forwards onto her knees. (It was like Mortis all over again.)
A group had gathered to see the Jedi surrounded by a dozen fallen Mandalorians, but Celene pushed them aside to come to her niece’s side.
"I’ve got you, sweet girl. Don't worry."
Celene clasped her hands over Violet’s wound to stop the bleeding. Violet tried to push her away, a feeble attempt to stop the Princess’s dress from getting ruined.
Celene turned to the onlookers. "Get me a medic!"
As if on cue, the crowd parted. Violet picked her head up as a group of Mandalorians approached — dressed in blue and grey, instead of the scarlet beskar worn by those who had attacked her (the ones led by Darth Maul). Violet thought she recognised one of them, but her vision was growing hazy and she could feel the world slipping away.
Then Violet’s heart thundered; her breath was caught in her throat, making her cough up beads of blood. Violet knew she was growing delirious now, hallucinating a prettier end. It was impossible, but she desperately wanted it to be true — even though it made no sense. But it was Violet’s last thought before the darkness claimed her:
Ahsoka is back. (And Violet knew everything would be okay.)
It had been almost eighteen months since Ahsoka Tano had seen Violet Uttara. And this was not the way Ahsoka had expected their reunion to go.
She had followed Bo-Katan and her Nite Owls in the search for Darth Maul and had intercepted a message that the former Sith Lord had sent some of his followers on a hunt — which Ahsoka and her group had now interrupted. What Ahsoka hadn’t expected was to find her best friend there, completing their job.
But any delight Ahsoka might have felt was swiftly replaced with fear as she realised Violet was injured.
The next half hour was a blur. Bo-Katan ordered her team to stabilise Violet and bring her to their ship to stabilise her, Ahsoka followed them with an anxious Celene at her side.
Ahsoka had paced the ship a hundred times before the medic found her.
"She’s stable, but may not wake up for a while."
"Can I see her?"
The medic nodded and stepped out of the way to let Ahsoka race past.
This was certainly not the way Ahsoka wanted to find Violet after so long: her Jedi robes peeled away to treat her stab wound, thin blanket pulled up to her neck to keep her warm. Ahsoka sat down next to the bed. She noticed that Violet’s hair was longer, braided in a different and pretty way. Ahsoka wondered what she had been through in the war while they had been apart.
Ahsoka wasn’t sure how long she sat there, almost drifting off to sleep herself as she waited for Violet to wake up. Bo-Katan came into the room at one point to tell her that they needed to contact the Jedi soon to make their case for a Republic invasion of Mandalore.
But suddenly, Violet’s brown eyes peeked open. "Ahsoka?"
Her whisper came out slurred, the effects of whatever drug the medic used to knock her out still kept Violet in a drifting, state of half consciousness.
Ahsoka took Violet’s hand. "I’m here. Lie still, you don’t want to hurt yourself–"
Violet shook her head, mumbling incoherently. "You cannot be her. She is far. . . far away from me. Do you think she could have loved me too?" Her eyes drifted shut once again, her grip on Ahsoka’s hand lessened.
Ahsoka held her breath, insteading listening to Violet’s soft, steady breaths. She leant over and hesitated for a second before kissing Violet’s forehead. Ahsoka quickly drew away.
"I’ve loved you forever, stargirl."
Ahsoka sensed Celene approach and linger in the doorway. "She’s still asleep," she said quickly without turning around. Ahsoka stood and walked towards the door, trying to avoid meeting Celene’s gaze.
The Princess gently caught Ahsoka’s arm. "You can stay."
Ahsoka glanced back at Violet, her cheeks grew warm. Now she thought about it, maybe she didn’t want to be there when she woke up. Ahsoka knew what needed to happen next and she couldn’t let a few of Violet’s unconscious words distract her. "Bo-Katan probably needs me."
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a/n: violet’s dialogue is taken from the desolation of smaug when tauriel heals kili.
i've had this scene planned for so long, i'm so glad i've finally had the chance to write it. thank you for reading!
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ct-offical-sexyman · 2 years
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How it started (May 2020) vs How it’s going (July 2022)
I’ve drawn Ahsoka based on this tutorial by @d3epfriedangels
I thought it might be fun to draw Mar along side Ahsoka here. They would be closer to Mando Era then Rebels Era in this pic (also remind me to do a better verison of Mar’s outfit line up).
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shrenvents · 6 months
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My Bounty.
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Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni
Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader
Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.
Word count: 1.7k
The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.
His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with such an intensity that had me shaking.
Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”
I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.
Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.
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Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.
I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.
Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.
Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.
“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.
Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”
As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”
There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.
“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.
“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.
“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.
“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”
“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.
“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.
“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.
“Those looks you give me-”
“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.
After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.
“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.
“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.
He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.
His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.
“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.
He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.
Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."
"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.
The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.
His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.
Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.
We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.
His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.
Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.
His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.
One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my slit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.
His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.
Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.
"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."
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yourloverfromthepast · 6 months
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Y/n: Hey, Anakin
Anakin: Yes love- I mean. Yes, Master y/l/n?
Y/n: Have you ever realized that if you replaced the "y" in your surname with an "i" and added an "n" after it, you would be Anakin Skinwalker?
Anakin:
Ahsoka:
Anakin: What the fuck is a skinwalker?
Ahsoka: YOOOO DUDE, NO WAY THAT'S CRAZY!!
Anakin: You don't even know what a skinwalker is
Ahsoka: True, but it sounds like something really ugly and creepy, Master Skinwalker
Obi-Wan, who was silently listening to the conversation from the door: Anakin....how did you just call them???
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Congratulations on hitting 450!
Maybe you could do Tech x Jedi!Reader post Order 66?
I've recently been obsessed with all youre writing, youre doing GREAT!
-<3
Awww thank you anon! That's so sweet of you.
I hope you enjoy this little fic.
Love oo
Alone
Warnings: Order 66 mentions, deaths, loss, angst, fluff, comfort, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.
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The datapad gave off a faint glow as you looked at the list of wanted Jedi in the galaxy. There were so many that had been declared dead, even your name had a line through it. You were no longer a threat to the Empire, that is until they found out you were actually alive, and living with Tech and his brothers on Pabu. 
You let out an exhaustive breath, it was all gone. Everything you had grown up knowing. All your friends, family, people you looked up to. Gone. Tears pricked your eyes and you did your best to stifle a sob, the last thing you wanted to do was wake up Tech, but you’d failed.
He stirred and sat beside you putting on his glasses, “What is it?” his fingers played with your hair, hoping the action would calm you down enough to tell him what was wrong. However, he didn’t have to take too long to guess, as soon as he saw the datapad in your hand, he let out a sigh. 
He wanted to comfort you, to take away the sadness and pain, the loss you felt from that day. He slipped the datapad from your hand and placed it on the stand beside him. As he pulled you into his arms and leaned back into the mattress, he slipped off his goggles and placed them on top of the datapad, and then turned his attention back to you. He squeezed tighter as he kept you tucked into his side, kissing your temple and forehead.
“It’s okay.”
“They’re all gone. Everyone …” you stated as you tried to fight the sobs.
“Shhh … it’s okay. I know.” He pressed another kiss, “But you’re not, and I’m still here.” He held you tighter in his arms, tucking your head under his chin. “And obviously that list is faulty, so who knows how many truly survived.”
“Maybe we could try and find them.”
This was a point of contention between the two of you, you wanted to go out there and find other Jedi, track down every lead; and he could understand your desire, but for Tech that would put you needlessly in danger, and it never sat well with him. 
“No.”
“Tech!”
“Listen, cyare, I know you want to find your people. I understand, however … you’d be putting yourself in harm’s way, and you wouldn’t even know if it was worth it. If you’d even find the ones you’re looking for… no one is as important as you. I know I’m being selfish, however … I don’t want to lose you.”
You couldn’t really argue with him about that, you didn’t want to lose him either. You wanted to stay on this paradise island, and remain in his arms, but you couldn’t. 
“I know, and you are the most important one to me too, but … I need to do this. Alone if I have to, but … I need to know. I need to know I’m not the last one.”
Tech fought back the tears, he would gladly go with you, gladly stay by your side, but not if it meant you’d be putting yourself in harm’s way. He couldn’t handle seeing you in that vulnerable position again. It took everything within him to find you after Order 66, and when he did he thought the galaxy gave him one final gift knowing you were still alive and in his arms. But now … now you wanted to leave. 
“There’s nothing I can say that will change your mind, is there?”
You shook your head, staying tucked under his chin and holding him close. “I’m sorry. I love you, Tech. I do. However, I … there’s a calling deep within me that won’t rest until I know there’s at least one more Jedi out there. I … I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to have the weight of the Jedi order on my shoulders alone. I’ll stay in constant contact, and I’ll start looking for those who were already declared dead. I know some of them died on Coruscant, but there are others whose deaths were confirmed but their bodies were never found. I can start there. It’ll be safer, for now at least.”
“And what happens if you do find out you are the last?”
“Then I’ll come back to you.”
“I’ll come with you. I … I don’t want to be apart from you, and not being by your side and worrying will be worse.”
“Tech, you don’t have to, I know how much staying with your brothers and looking after Omega means to you…”
He shook his head, “No. They’re my family, but you’re my cyare. It was my duty to make sure Omega, Hunter, and Wrecker were safe. However, Echo already left to pursue his own sense of duty, it’s now my job to make sure you’re safe. We’ll tell everyone in the morning. Hunter can take us to a space port, where we can ‘borrow’ a ship.”
“I love you, Tech. Thank you.” You shifted and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“I love you, too. But so help me if you die on me, I’ll bring you back just to yell at you.”
You laughed as you pressed your forehead against the side of his face, “Okay. You have my approval to bring me back from the dead and yell at me.”
“Good. Now go to sleep cyare. I’ll keep you safe.”’
“Thank you, Tech. I love you.”
“I know.”
You closed your eyes and let out a deep sigh, as though a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t know if this was a smart idea, but the force was telling you, you needed to look for those on the list, it was telling you to help. How could you say no to the force?
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readinglistfics · 6 months
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phoenixyfriend · 1 year
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Saw a post. Got to thinking. Am now wondering how my interpretation of characters differs from the canon, and how much of that is:
Deliberate and reasonable: in a 'fighting against canon-authorial biases' way (e.g. taking queer-coded characters to actually queer, addressing the religious stereotypes and racism baked into certain characters, expanding a female characters motivations in ways that don't match up to canon but do match up to Logical Thinking Human Behavior, updating language and slang to not include slurs, etc.)
Reasonable: in a 'yeah, I guess if you stretch your extrapolation of the canon, or focus on this part of the narrative, you can get there without contradicting the rest too much' kind of way
Deliberate: started nearly canon, and then 'ooc' but as an understandable result of the fic's events
Semi-Deliberate: kind of an art style thing, where it's definitely That Character, but through the author's specific style of dialogue and prose; author-tinted glasses, if you will
Semi-Deliberate: the author was trying, but kind of juggled too many things and you can tell that they slipped too far away from canon, and realized it, but didn't have the time/energy to fix it
Deliberate: different from canon, but within an acceptable standard deviation from the canon/mean
Deliberate: different from canon, in a sort of an AU-where-character-is-X, rather than just a different lens or the result of the fic events
Deliberate: ...but you should have honestly just made an OC, this is basically a different, new character
Probably not deliberate: different, but in a way that's kind of just. off-putting, and not particularly self-aware on the part of the author.
Feel free to reblog and have fun, and use this to talk about your own writing but DO NOT use this to vague and talk smack about other authors in your fandoms. Be Nice.
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cambion-companion · 5 months
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Crystalline Moments Part 1/2(SFW)
Hi!! It's been too long since I wrote a reader x Thrawn drabble. I just...adore him. Obviously, and the announcement for the new comics really just stoked the fire. Enjoy some rainy evening with Thrawn reading to you next to the fireplace, before things get a little heated. Listen, I don't control these things, just write them down LOL Hence there will be a NSFW part 2.
Word count: 850
THRAWN X READER | Drabble
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You leaned your head against Thrawn’s chest, listening to the rain thrumming against the roof.  Your legs rested across his lap, his arm snugly holding them against his warm body as he read to you.  His voice was soft, almost hypnotic, lulling your mind into a comfortable haze.  
“My dear, are you still paying attention?”  Thrawn squeezed your calf gently, coaxing you to open your eyes again.
“Hmm?”  You stifled a yawn behind the back of your hand and gave him a sleepy smile. “Yes, of course.  Our protagonist was just writing a letter about his current dire circumstances.”
Thrawn gave you a tender smile, his eyes glowing soft as embers of the fireplace. “Almost.”  His smile turned a bit teasing. “If my cadence is too much to withstand, we may continue this at a later time.”  He propped the book open upon your knee to demonstrate; his long fingers then lacing with yours and bringing the back of your hand to his lips in a chaste kiss.
You hummed softly in pleasure, your eyes lidding slightly as he continued placing soft kisses to each of your knuckles. “Perhaps I will brew us some tea?”
“And deprive me of your warmth, my darling?”  Thrawn’s cinder eyes wandered over your blanket-swaddled form, he carefully set the book aside and tugged your body closer until you almost sat on his thigh.
You couldn’t suppress the giggle his sudden movement elicited.  You leaned forward and touched the tip of your nose against his, closing your eyes when he reciprocated and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, and I love this time we can steal together.”
The rain above began to thrum with a steadier beat, intermingling with the sound of your breaths as they deepened and synchronized. You pressed your lips to his, savoring the familiar comfort of having Thrawn in your arms.  
Thrawn made a pleased sound deep in his throat and his fingers tangled in your hair as he leant into the embrace. When the two of you pulled apart slightly, he admired the red glow from his eyes lighting your cheeks softly.
“I love you.”  You whispered; the words almost lost amidst the crackle of the dying fire.
“As I do you.” Thrawn replied without hesitation, the admission came so easy to him now, so naturally.
“Now, I’m going to make us something hot to drink.”  You gave him a more playful kiss this time, brief but scorching. “And then you can read more to me.”
Thrawn almost groaned in protest as you withdrew and stood with a slight sway before regaining your balance in the dimly lit room. You gave him a sly grin and held out your hand. “Unless of course you wish to join me in the kitchen.”
“I would never refuse you, my beloved.” Thrawn tilted his head as he read the slightly wanton expression on your face, a slow smile tugging his lips. He took your proffered hand and stood as well, noticing how your lips parted slightly and your pupils dilated as his height towered over your smaller form.  “After all, brewing tea is a difficult task.”  
“Hmm, yes.”  You agreed, leading the way through the darkened hallway. “I certainly require my master tactician’s help in this endeavor.”
You’d barely begun the pretense of retrieving the boiling kettle and sugar from the cupboards before Thrawn moved up behind you. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the skin of your neck.  Your hands faltered slightly in response, fumbling the packet of tea you’d opened. A small gasping laugh left your parted lips as Thrawn’s hands tickled along your sides before he firmly pulled your body back against him.
“Thrawn.”  You said his name, almost pleading.
You pressed instinctively back against him, and his teeth scraped against your neck in response, his strong hands tightening their grip on your hips.  A small hiss left his mouth, sending chills of anticipation down your spine. “Continue with your task.”  He spoke softly into your ear before running his tongue along it, kissing your earlobe. “Don’t allow me to distract you, my love.  You were so determined to make us tea.”
“I’m not sure if I can remember how.”  
Thrawn laughed softly in response, the deliciously rare sound almost causing you to whimper.  
In a fluid motion he swept aside your hair and began kissing and biting the nape of your neck. “Continue.”  He murmured, following your movement as you bent over the counter slightly, keeping his body flush to yours.
Your hands shook slightly as you continued unpacking your tea assortment, the floral and herbal notes wafting from the paper pouch. You had trouble filling the kettle with water as Thrawn decided then was the time to begin lifting pushing his hands under your shirt and caressing the sensitive skin at your waist.
You sighed in pleasure and took a moment to straighten up and lean against him, turning your head to give him a searing kiss. This was going to be a delightful night.
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thechaoticfanartist · 11 months
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Grimsoka reunion. Grim wasn't sure if she'd ever see Ahsoka again and Ahsoka thought Grim had been killed in Order 66. It has been over 5 years since they last saw each other.
For @starwarssapphicweek day 1: Reunion
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darth-caillic · 1 year
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Marguerit 'Mar' Fett / Ahsoka Tano ❂ Marsoka
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Ahsoka asked hesitantly. "You could walk away if you wanted."
"All I want is for us to get through this together," Mar told her as she looked up at the stars.
Just two kids trying to make their way through the universe. These two always somehow end up stuck in situations together to a comedic degree.
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orobaxis · 6 months
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i've met a stranger today
thrawn x reader a/n: angst, meeting thrawn again…for the first time. no thoughts in my head, only thrawn.
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you met a stranger today. donned with imperial uniform you have not seen in over a decade, the tunic worn and frayed, but so obviously handled with care. even after all these years, the chimaera was still a sight to behold: massive, magnificent, magnanimous. just like the grand admiral who governed it. the stormtroopers around you all looked formidable, despite the cracks, tears, and burns. the gold inlaid into their armor was a symbol of their remaking and their strength. the sound of a plate crashing to the floor took you back to a memory you forgot you had.
the knock on your door startled you and your grip on the plate and it cracked into pieces by your feet. you were upset, you remember, but his hands were slow and deliberate as he picked up the pieces. "thrawn, no," you told him, kneeling beside him to help him clean up, "you'll get hurt. i'll sweep it away. i'm sorry, you just startled me." outside of his uniform, and in the comfort of your home, he looked a lot more relaxed. his hair was just starting to grow, and you enjoyed running your hands through them. "it's quite alright," once again, it took something very serious to upset him, but you still felt bad, "we don't have to throw it. we can mend it instead, it's still useful." he gestured to the large pieces, trying to piece them together. "do you remember the potteries in the museum we went to?" with your nod, he continued, "they were broken, and repaired by mending the breakage with lacquered gold. those who practice that art believe and accept the idea of transience and imperfection." "and that idea that nothing lasts forever," you added, remembering what the curator told you.
you and your husband spent the remaining time you had mending it, and you had bitterly thought then that without him, a broken piece would never be mended again.
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the soldiers chant his name. the sound of it so familiar. because that was the name you would chant too, in the dark of the night, to anyone who would listen. you didn't really know what you prayed for. maybe to see him again? or maybe you wished none of this ever happened. until finally, before you, stood grand admiral thrawn. the man you had been searching for for more than a decade. and yet.
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and yet it's also not him.
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you were supposed to spend your life together. how did it turn out like this? your life passed by just wondering what it would have been like if he hadn't disappeared. you mourn the life you could have had.
it should have been with him.
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you met a stranger today. but it's weird. because you knew him very well. all of his names, personality, favourites, secrets, goals and ambitions. the things he loved to do,
and his smile that was once shared with you.
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when thrawn finally turned to you, you saw it. the crack between the inlaid gold. his mouth opened, the only break in his stoic expression. he recognized you. and he was probably thinking that he met a stranger today too.
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yourneighborhoodporg · 5 months
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The Guardian
Chapter 2: The Revelation
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader
Warnings: hella abandonment, angst, mention of deceased character, banter, fluff, self-doubt, lore-building, reference to enslavement, reference to life-threatening danger.
Summary: In the evening, as the four of you arrive at the shelter, Obi-Wan becomes curious about your past from this time of rest and conversation. While Anakin and Ahsoka conduct repairs the next morning, Obi-Wan decides to stay behind to find answers, his unclear intentions putting you on edge. What he discovers, however, will change his, Anakin's, and the Galaxy's future forever.
Song Inspo: Superwoman — Alicia Keys
Words: 7.2K (it's a big boi)
A/n: THANK YOUUU for the wonderful messages, likes, and reblogs. You’ve made my week! I'm planning on making a taglist so message me if you'd like to be on it. Was so excited to write this one for y’all. Keep your thoughts coming 🥹 Also, poor obi (we mess with him a lil’ in this one 😅)
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Sometimes a ‘mistake’ can end up being the best decision you’ve ever made — Mandy Hale
The journey to the shelter was tiring, but serene. Snow begun to fall a few hours into the trip, its accumulation gradually adding to the weight on your shoulders and boots. Yet you were distracted from the intensifying ache in every joint by the allure of nature’s frosty expanse. The beauty of each shimmering flake accented by the setting sun made you fall in love with Hoth all over again.
Oh, and that sunset. Its red and orange and yellow hues blended together in their final dance before dusk. A pleasant yet shocking contrast to the landscape’s muted whites and shaded grays.
Yes, it was challenging at times, and if you were truly honest with yourself, each moment felt like part of some long, never-ending trial. Everyday, the instant your skin met the chilly outdoors, you were perpetually on high alert. The wildlife was vicious and unpredictable, the terrain bare, the climate deadly.
But then, there were the majesties— the snowfall, the half-light shades, the way the light reflected off milky surfaces all around you. In moments like these, you felt deeply intertwined with the world, even though you’ve never really explored it. Yet despite your isolation, you’ve always found a way to make the most of it. You had a knack for manufacturing fun in the most bleak circumstances. But even that’s been hard to do in the last decade.
You missed him. You really did. And you wondered every second whether this would be the day he returned. Your friend, your mentor, your…
You couldn’t say it. Your heart ached boundlessly.
You’d tell him face-to-face once he returned. And you knew he’d return.
No matter how long he’d been away, sometimes months at a time, he would always bring you the most delectable treats from a place called Corellia. Sweet rolls, if you remember correctly. On the first day of visiting weeks, whether you were studying, training, or reading through old legends, the moment you heard the distant rumble of his shuttle’s engines, you took off sprinting. Up the ladder you’d go, holobooks thrown to the side in chaos, as you booked it to his favorite landing spot. You’d always forget your cloak, making your meeting with the freezing snow an unwelcome one. But you weren’t deterred, not even by the ship’s manufactured mini snow devils that swayed your stance and blinded your vision.
He was always quick to shut off the power before you reached him, opening the door to lightly reprimand you for getting too close to the ship when he was trying to land. But you had only one response.
“Did you bring the sweet rolls?”
And he would laugh, heartily. And reach into his robe to pull out the most mouthwatering fluffed sweet you’d ever seen. You’d grab it with a wide grin, biting your lip as you salivated before running back into the shelter. He’d smile gently at your retreating form. Not that you’ve ever seen it, but his fondness brimmed the air.
You’d wonder if he was reminiscing too, wherever he was. Maybe he was staring up at the same stars as you. Maybe he was on his way here at this very second.
“Y/n?”
Obi-Wan pulled you out of your fantasies with a gentle tap of the shoulder. You turned to him, continuing to walk alongside the man while Ahsoka and Anakin took their turn on Meetra. When you offered your spot to Obi-Wan an hour earlier, he declined, claiming he preferred to walk.
“Are we nearing the shelter? I don’t see any structures around us.” He questioned while observing his surroundings.
“Don’t worry,” you reassured. “It’s right up here.”
You took a few more steps, checking the distance for certain landmarks. The batch of ice caves to the Southeast stood about two kilometers from the small, folded ice mountains to the West. Yes, this looked right, you thought to yourself before kneeling to the ground.
The travelers watched you quizzically as you began to shovel away snow with your hands and arms, the sleet melting and soaking into your thick gloves. Anakin and Ahsoka demounted, inching closer to get a better look. After a few more labored scoops of hardened ice, a glimmer caught your eye. You cleared the sludge collecting around the metal panel, finding a handle, and pulling it up. The hatch fell open with a clang.
“I live beneath the surface.”
You pulled the sack off your back and dragged it in front of you, opening it slightly to grab a few tufts of lichen which you promptly tossed over to Meetra. She huffed contently, leaning over to enjoy her feast. After closing the bag and tossing it back over your shoulder, you shuffled to position yourself over the entryway ladder before beginning the climb down. One at a time, each traveler followed your descent.
Obi-Wan reached the bottom of the rickety ladder that swayed with each step before turning to take in the dimly lit shelter. He was amazed. The older Jedi soon realized that the entire structure was an old starship encased in thick ice and packed snow. There were stacks of holobooks, even some hard copy novels, scattered across the left wall around an old, tattered bunk. A built-in desk sat on the opposite side, a datapad lying neatly in the center. Most notably, colorful blankets with varying patterns, thickness, and textures were strewn throughout the cabin, some neatly folded and others stretched out like a Tooka cat. A large maroon curtain with reflective gold stitches and floral tones hung toward the far end, likely concealing a separate room. A table and two chairs stood in the nearby corner. Steel storage tins often used to store smaller items on starships were scattered against the walls, contents unknown.
“Your quarters are beautiful!” Ahsoka exclaimed as her feet met the floor.
She strolled right over to a particular forest green-based textile with honey-shaded swirls. The young Padawan lifted it, feeling the charming item between her fingers. “Where did you get all of these colorful fabrics?”
“I’m not sure. They were all gifts from a friend.”
Obi-Wan noticed your downcast expression as you turned away from the group, placing your bag on the desk.
Meanwhile, Anakin examined the shelter’s walls by the holobooks, similarly feeling the material with the pads of his fingers. He checked its thickness with a light knock.
“Huh,” he thought out loud, before turning toward the gracious host. “Is this a scouting vessel? It reminds me of something I’ve read about the old Duros vessels.”
Obi-Wan hid his astonishment, biting his tongue to hide a cheeky comment about Anakin’s reading escapades that seeped into his thoughts.
You turned back around, this time with a bright smile resting on your face. “Yes, it is! It’s been here long before I ever was.”
Anakin continued to pore over his surroundings, lightly crossing each arm.
“Do you know a lot about ancient vessels?” You inquired before opening the sack and pulling out a clump of… moss? You promptly examined it. “I’ve collected lots of information about them. It helps me understand this shelter better. You’ll probably find something about your ship in one of my holobooks, depending on its age.”
Obi-Wan watched as you finished your botanical observations, placing the moss on your desk.
“Thanks!” Anakin said, kneeling to inspect your collection. “Snips?” He motioned at Ahsoka who promptly joined him.
As the two searched for information about the shuttle from your extensive collection, Obi-Wan decided to try approaching you once more. He walked slowly, but confidently, warning you with his presence with a question.
“What is that?”
Your eyes grazed his briefly before returning your focus, pulling apart the mystery plant.
“This, is lichen.” You answered. “It needs time and space to defrost.”
You glanced at Obi-Wan who was slightly taken aback by the intensity of your unnaturally shimmering silver eyes staring deep into his, but he didn’t dare show it.
“Eat it before it’s fully defrosted and your stomach will not be happy.”
The older Jedi raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Duly noted.” He paused, combing over your words once more. “Is this what you’ve survived on during your time here?”
“Only recently.” You shook some ice dollops off a particularly shaggy clump of lichen. “I used to get rations and the occasional batch of medicinal goods, but that was many years ago.”
Obi-Wan’s head tilted. “Oh? What changed? Did cargo ships stop coming to Hoth?”
“No. Cargo ships had no reason to be here. The occasional group of hunters, sure. But as long as I’ve been here, I’ve never seen any working civilization that requested supplies.”
“So, who aided you?” He asked.
“A friend.”
He hummed, pulling at a strand of hair and twisting it with his fingers. Obi-Wan was intrigued by your vagueness, hoping to further inquire into your story and learn the details you seemed to openly avoid sharing.
“Here,” you tossed him a large clump of lichen.
He barely caught it against his chest in surprise, surveying you in delighted curiosity.
“Get to work,” you teased.
He smiled, pausing to watch you carefully before copying your actions with the frigid, crystallized vegetation. The olive-tinted herb felt rough beneath his fingers, and as he pulled it apart, he thought to himself.
There seemed to be more to you. Obi-Wan believed this largely in view of his past exposure to secluded beings. These encounters granted the bearded Jedi broad experience with aloof, nefarious, and aggressive personalities from pirates to wartime saboteurs. Yet his superficial impressions of your disposition— outward confidence and affable charisma— did not align with these assumptions.
That ushered him toward a new rationalization— you may not be here by choice. It could potentially explain your obscurity, Obi-Wan thought. Especially if you were being held here against your will, and feared your detainer. If he wanted to at least see if he could help, Obi-Wan would need to gather more information. It was the least he could do given the warmth you’ve shown three stranded Jedi, or who you thought were lost travelers.
“Found it!” Ahsoka yelled from behind Obi-Wan.
He finished tearing his last moss clod, leaving it on the desk before turning around.
“Emissary-class shuttle owner’s workshop manual.” She sighed with relief with a victorious beam as she shook the holobook in the air to make her point.
Obi-Wan watched as Anakin squinted at the media before turning to you quizzically. “Why do you have a holobook dedicated to obscure ancient manuals?”
“There isn’t much else to do as the sole sentient being on an ice planet,” you deadpanned.
Obi-Wan internally chuckled at your infallible logic.
Anakin seemed equally unimpressed. “Touché.”
Obi-Wan was shocked by how effectively a stranger dealt with Anakin’s lip. No argument, no snide remark from his former Padawan. Just, acceptance.
He gazed at you, really stared, hoping to get a stronger sense of your force. To better understand you. But when he concentrated on your life energy, he couldn’t find it. Despite the Force’s link to everything in the galaxy, it seemed that didn’t include you.
Maybe you were, in fact, a criminal. Extremely adept at hiding the truth. Obi-Wan thought it quite possible that he missed key indications of illicitness, thanks to this strangely dormant force signature within you. In that case, he would need to stay on guard. It would be unfortunate if the group of Jedi had to defend against an attempted robbery in addition to crash landing on a deserted ice planet, even if it was three to one. But it would be even more serious if this whole meeting was instead a larger Separatist ploy to isolate and trap two powerful generals. But Obi-Wan wouldn’t let that theory hold much water for long. He knew war had made him somewhat paranoid. Either way, the older Jedi found it necessary to learn more about you during this accidental detour to Hoth.
You interrupted the silence before he could continue his analysis.
“There will be plenty of time to read the manual in the morning.” You advised. “I recommend you all sleep soon. The shelter keeps us warmer underground, but the temperature will still drop drastically soon. It’s best to sleep through it.”
Obi-Wan was warmed by your compassion. “Thank you for your concern.”
He turned to his former Padawan with a knowing look. It was doubtful that Anakin would follow your instructions, he thought. But it’s still better to be polite. At least Obi-Wan certainly knew from the pull of his eyelids and the discomfort in his knees that he would accept your guidance. Even if you were a criminal, it was nearly impossible to steal from a Jedi, even during sleep.
“We will take your advice.”
“Feel free to use the various linens. The bunk is also open to you. Good night.”
Obi-Wan watched as you turned on your heel and walked toward the curtains behind you, disappearing behind them.
He stared at the shimmering, dark red screen that separated the two of you. His conclusion was that you were an enigma, and Obi-Wan found that fascinating. His curiosity was always piqued by the unknown, which would drive his exploratory mind. There seemed to be so much more to you, but he could only scratch the surface. Your intelligence, kindness, and resourcefulness reminded him of great leaders’ and soldiers’ personalities. And yet, here you were, a solitudinarian on a distant planet in the Outer Rim, spending your days reading old holobooks or collecting moss. More and more, he doubted that you had any unlawful connections. But there was still surely more to your story.
He needed to learn who you were, how you got here, and the identity of this mysterious friend, hoping that these answers assured you were here by choice. As a Jedi, however, he was primarily obligated to discover why he failed to register your life force. He wished, no, he found it imperative to solve this mystery before departing from the planet. Though he also hoped to respect your privacy, not prod into your being and mind when you were winding down to rest. Obi-Wan hoped to avoid that altogether unless absolutely necessary. He was The Negotiator after all, and he knew well that gathering information through a conversation rather than prying at your mind would lead to more trust and a clearer picture in the long run.
Obi-Wan’s ears caught shuffling behind him. He twisted to watch Ahsoka collect a few fabrics across the floor while Anakin hunkered down around the holobooks with a few nearby blankets. Obi-Wan snapped a mental image of the scene. He doubted he would ever again have the rare privilege to glimpse at Anakin and a pile of holobooks so intimately collected with brows dipped in concentration. He was clearly desperate to leave this planet, a cold twin to Tatooine. The moment they landed, Obi-Wan was sure that in the back of Anakin’s mind, he was struggling with his memories as a slave boy. This detour was too much of a reminder. Manuals and shuttle specs seemed to serve as his distraction, but he knew it wasn’t enough.
The older Jedi too began to prepare for night, strolling over to the empty cot. He sat in the center, elbows digging into each knee as he rested his chin on the backs of his fingers. For the first time in weeks, Obi-Wan felt comfortable, safe even. There was no last-minute mission, no sleeping on a battlefield, no late-night reports. And it was quiet, peaceful. He scanned the shelter once more, thinking he might get the best sleep he’s had in months.
And he was right.
You woke slowly, gently granting your mind room to register its consciousness. Your limbs stirred, testing the width of your linens. In time, each eye relaxed open. Stretching both arms, you sat up, settling into reality as you observed your comfy surroundings in dull lighting. Your bed was soft beneath you with four layers of blankets weighing your form down in its warmth. All that fit in the pilot’s cabin was your bed with limited walking room, but you enjoyed the small space with its elevated concentration of heat and bare walls.
The exhaustion and excitement of yesterday’s trek slowed your morning routine. Your thighs ached from the hours traveling with Meetra, and the detour didn’t help. Glancing at your damp gear sprawled on the floor, you determined it would be at least another couple of hours until your boots, gloves, and fur cloak had dried. You fell back into the mattress with a sigh, bouncing slightly at the impact. You would have been happy to rest for a few more hours. But the moment your head hit the pillow, you knew there was too much to do to lie around. Primarily, addressing the three travelers in the main cabin.
You threw your legs off the bed’s side and pushed yourself off to stand, tossing on a thinner cloak that hung next to you before drawing back the curtains in a slight stumble. Perhaps you should have taken more time to wake.
“Good morning.”
You looked up at Obi-Wan who sat comfortably at your table, legs folded and Holobook in hand.
“Mornin’.” You replied with a smile.
With a stronger gate, you sauntered toward the pile of lichen that had defrosted overnight. A ravenous ache pulled at your stomach as you reached the desk to determine its digestibility. In that moment, you realized you’d forgotten to have supper, and now you were suffering the consequences. Nevertheless, A quick test of the lichen’s plasticity between your index finger and thumb brought out its slimy texture. Perfect. Breakfast was soon to be served.
You briefly glanced back at Obi-Wan. He seemed engrossed in the text before him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying my collection.”
“You have more holobooks of The Old Republic legends than I’ve ever known any one individual to own.” He exclaimed, eyes glued to the screen.
“They’re my favorite stories.”
You leaned over beside the desk to reach into a storage box, pulling out a pair of plates and a couple forks. While in the middle of placing them on the desk, you suddenly recalled exactly who those stories were about.
“Sleep well?” You quickly interjected. The slight pause turned your head. Obi-Wan looked as if he was about to sneeze right at you, but it was more likely that you’d interrupted him mid-thought with your change in topic.
Seemingly disappointed, he readjusted, rolling his shoulders and returning to his story.
“Yes, I did.”
You began to line the plates with lichen. “You and your companions are welcome to my facilities. There’s a trapdoor behind the curtain that will lead you there.”
His features lightened once more. “I’m quite alright.”
Obi-Wan rotated, this time fully facing you in his seat, uncrossing his legs with a hand loosely holding the holobook to the side. “Are you usually this kind to strange travelers?”
Having finished plating the lichen, you picked up both dishes, making your way over to Obi-Wan.
“Only the charming ones.” You winked as you placed breakfast on the table.
Obi-Wan chuckled at your whit, but couldn’t hide the light blush that grazed his cheeks. He quickly buried his face back into the holobook, but you wouldn’t make it that easy.
“Where did everyone go?” You asked.
You used your fork to stick then toss a clump of lichen in your mouth. Its musty tang perfumed your senses, leaving a bitter aftertaste as it slipped along your tongue.
He examined the food before him curiously, picking up a fork to test its consistency.
“They went to fix the shuttle. Anakin stayed up all night reading that manual of yours then departed early this morning with Ahsoka.” He lifted a small piece and took an experimental bite.
“Where does he find the energy?” You exclaimed as you observed him struggle to swallow politely. You tried to hide your faint giggle with a cough.
He shrugged. “Only the Maker knows.”
The cabin echoed with the light clinking of your fork and plate as you continued to eat. “So why are you here?”
Obi-Wan eyed you pointedly. “I enjoy your company far more.”
Despite his confident demeanor, you sensed his intentions reached far beyond his outward manner. It didn’t feel malicious at all. Just, different. As if courtesy and inquisitiveness were not his only motivations.
Your imagination must be getting the best of you, you thought, brushing off your concerns fairly quickly. The man didn’t look like he could hurt a Saccorian grain fly. It was easy to assume that strangers on Hoth had ulterior motives, largely due to your many dealings with pirates and hunters in the last few years. Yet you continued to help them when you crossed paths, even though you were often betrayed. Whether that meant a robbery attempt or something more nefarious. But no matter the threat, no stranger on Hoth has ever posed much danger to you. This wouldn’t be very different.
“Do you say that to all the singular planetary beings you meet?” You teased.
He relaxed into a gentle smirk, returning to the holobook confidently. “Only the kind-hearted ones.”
You beamed at his charm.
Yet, concern still tugged at the back of your mind. He still seemed to be hiding something.
“So how did you come to Hoth?” He inquired.
You struggled internally for a moment as you examined the man. There was no cloud covering that statement, no alternative meaning. It appeared he hoped to understand you better out of pure curiosity, and not for any personal gain.
But why? Why not aid his companions to hasten their escape from this icy trap? Because your company was so pleasant? No, something wasn’t adding up. You must have been reading him wrong. Best to keep it vague. To stay safe, and keep your promise.
“I was brought here when I was young. There are some dangerous people who aren’t my biggest fan.”
Obi-Wan’s eyebrow lifted as he watched you carefully. “Dangerous people? What did you do?”
You grinned, finding his overly troubled demeanor for the safety of a stranger endearing.
“Nothing yet. They just don’t like the idea of what I might do because of an old story.”
Obi-Wan nodded, unconvinced. “And I assume your friend brought you here.”
“Yes, he understood my background and brought me here to train.”
Obi-Wan perked up, raising his eyebrows. “To train you?” He questioned, staring intently.
His interest was beginning to concern you. It was time for you to be more cautious when formulating responses.
“To protect myself.”
“Ah,” he nodded, but a hair dissatisfied. “What is he like?” He leaned back again with the holobook, as if pretending to be less interested. “You friend.”
“Well,” you thought for a moment. “I suppose he’s more like a mentor.”
His eyes shot up, and you hesitated once more. Obi-Wan must have noticed as he conveyed an encouraging smile, motioning for you to continue while returning to his story.
You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, your lichen long forgotten as you tried to picture him. You endeavored to visualize your memories on the cold, rounded metal hull above.
“He’s wise, soft-spoken, the kindest man you’d ever meet.” You emphasized. “He always makes sure I’m focusing on the here and now.”
You paused.
“Sometimes I’d put the weight of the world on my shoulders and he would always knock me down a peg.” A laugh escaped you, head falling in mirth.
Obi-Wan’s warm eyes glistened as you calmed. You took a moment to ruminate further, returning your gaze upwards, nose wrinkling.
“I-“ you paused as a wave of sadness washed over you. “I miss him.”
You looked back down at Obi-Wan. A swirl of emotions played on his face. Sympathy, mostly, but an air of curiosity seemed to bubble underneath.
“He sounds lovely.”
His words felt authentic, but the battle within Obi-Wan that danced so clearly around him was hard to ignore. You were beginning to question your delicate trust in the man. The many questions with veiled intent suggested that he may know your true identity. And if he avoided asking you directly, it could point to dark motives, or a malicious plan.
His highly inquisitive behavior up to this point had subconsciously fueled your anxiety. Your suspicions could no longer be shunned. Despite hoping to steer clear of invading the privacy of these travelers, it seemed that you had no choice. You needed to know more. For your own sake, if not for your mentor’s. He told you to stay safe, and you weren’t going to break that promise. Avoiding scrutinizing this group’s true intentions was too much of a risk to that.
His eyes were still set on you, so you returned the favor. You stared deeply into his gaze, preparing to investigate the roots of his being, until you saw it. In the reflection of his eyes, something strange sparkled. You refocused your vision on his retinas, a crease forming on your forehead. And what you saw felt like lighting to your core.
You launched from your chair, knocking it over as you stumbled a few steps away from the stranger, mouth hung open and eyes wide.
“Who are you?” You asked firmly, making each vowel distinct.
You felt tricked, made a fool. You let your guard down a few times in these many years of caution, but this time would be terribly different. This wasn’t the average hunter or trader. This was an entirely different animal. And you were about to pay the price of this mistake with your life. Unless, you did something quick.
Obi-Wan, on the other hand, seemed perplexed at your sudden change. He watched you with concern.
“Are you alright?” He acted carefully. “Did I say something wrong?”
But this time, you refused to believe his seemingly empty words. “No more games.”
He slowly stood with his hands up as if surrendering while your backward creep accelerated.
“Who are you?! How did you find me?!” Your patience was wearing thin.
Obi-Wan took a wary step forward, hands remaining lifted. “I’m not sure I understand.”
Another step.
“Could you explain?”
You felt the curtain brush against the pads of your fingers as you finally reached it. His continued steady approach had you feeling cornered. It was time to act now. You slipped your right hand behind the divide, feeling the wall for your hanging weapon while keeping your sight trained on Obi-Wan.
Finally, you felt the cold metal hilt. You wrapped your fingers around it and held it tight, keeping it trained behind the curtain.
“I’m warning you…”
He took another step forward.
There was no longer a choice. You activated and thrust your lightsaber in front of you, its gray hue created a pocket of hot light in the shelter between the two of you. Its tip hung inches from his chest.
“Not. Another. Step.” You warned rigidly.
Obi-Wan’s mind was racing. New thoughts and questions stumbled over each other in an endless stampede of disorientation.
Hours ago, he advised Anakin and Ahsoka to attempt shuttle repairs without him for the chance to discover your truth. He was convinced now that you were no thief. The older Jedi checked his pockets and lightsaber to ensure everything was in place when he awoke at daybreak. It would have been the best opportunity to strike, and yet, you didn’t take it.
Obi-Wan’s priorities centered. He needed to understand why your life force was unreadable, why your presence on this planet was shrouded in mystery, and why a person who seemed so dedicated to others chose to live in isolation, assuming you had any say in the matter.
When he explored your collections this morning, Obi-Wan was intrigued by the sheer number of Old Republic Jedi tales included. He found it especially telling when you claimed they were your favorite, but lost the opportunity to probe that declaration further.
Regardless of this small success, Obi-Wan’s efforts to connect with your signal proved fruitless. As the breakfast conversation continued, he tried to explore the space around and within you. But still, he felt, nothing. No matter how deeply he engrained himself into the Force, he could not glean one iota of life from you. It obfuscated his mind with theories as he struggled to rationalize this anomaly, but not one postulation had real merit.
So, he switched tactics, relying on his talents as a master negotiator. Yet even then, he perceived little progress. Obi-Wan did gain ground when he learned why you’ve spent so many years alone on Hoth. He was interested, yet bothered, by the possible threat to your life, wondering how a being so harmless could attract such dangers. Such conclusions opened the door to more inquiries.
But then, he learned about your ‘friend.’ How he taught you self-defense and emanated qualities of insight, thoughtfulness, and tranquility— all characteristics that were highly familiar to the Jedi. He reasoned, no, hoped that his suspicions were correct. That he knew this unidentified man. But just when he was about to pose that quintessential query, something went exceptionally wrong.
Now he stood very cautiously, hoping to de-escalate this rapidly spiraling situation.
At least one question had been answered. He finally felt a strong force signature within you, like water through a collapsed dam. And if all was calm, he may have even asked you how you were able to so completely conceal your energy readings.
But now, there were many, far more pressing inquiries that mandated answers, he thought, as he stared down the blade of a Gray Jedi.
“Y/n.” Obi-Wan soothed, dropping his arms beside him. “I promise I will not harm you. And I will respond to any questions you may have about who we are. But I must ask you something very important first.” He watched you closely for any change, but all he could feel was frustrated suspicion radiating off your figure.
“First, you tell me who you really are.” You demanded.
“I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, a Jedi. We are tasked with preserving peace in the galaxy.” He explained, clasping his hands behind him.
“You’re a Jedi?” You questioned, the lightsaber’s point faltering slightly.
“Yes,” he continued in a calm, clear tone. “Y/n, I must know the name of your friend.”
You hesitated, causing his eyes to soften. Whatever he did to scare you profoundly triggered deep regret within him. He hoped to regain the trust of a possibly abandoned Jedi, especially if his speculations proved true.
“Please.” He breathed.
You loosened ever so slightly. “His name is Qui-Gon Jinn.”
Even though he somewhat surmised this truth, Obi-Wan was still taken aback. He took a step away, turning from you as he tried to wipe off the shock pooling around his parted lips. He sensed you further lower your lightsaber in confusion, now aiming it at the ground.
Obi-Wan breathed deeply as he reminisced about his former master. He remembers the many times throughout the years in which Qui-Gon disappeared without informing him or The Council of his travels. He always thought it was just his Master’s nature. His independence and desire to make his own path shine through. Little did Obi-Wan know, Qui-Gon Jinn was raising and training a new Padawan in secret. Yet still, some young piece of Obi-Wan was not surprised. This certainly seemed like something his old Master would do.
He turned back to you, a wistful expression poking through his racing thoughts. “Qui-Gon Jinn was my master.”
He watched as you deactivated your saber, letting your arm fall to the side at this revelation. Your lips slightly parted, eyes searching the older Jedi for any possible mistake before reluctantly settling into the truth. “Was?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “He died ten years ago fighting the Sith on Naboo.”
Horror invaded your features. Waves of sadness and despair poured out of your being as you gently staggered to a nearby wall, steadying against it with your head hanging between your arms. Obi-Wan’s heart dropped, knowing all too well how you felt. He swiftly moved behind you, gently squeezing your shoulder.
“I’m so very sorry,” he whispered into your ear.
Obi-Wan felt your shoulder rise and fall as long, shaky breaths filled the air. He couldn’t imagine not only losing your Master, but likely the only other being you’ve truly known. The blue-eyed Jedi realized your world was crashing down before you.
But somehow, after only a few moments, your breathing stabilized. Slowly, you stood up straight, removing your hands from the wall to turn to him. Deep roots of sorrow controlled your features, your face loosely stained with a few stray tears. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he watched you with anticipation.
“I think he told me about you.” Your eyes tethered to the ground.
Obi-Wan felt a morsel of hope tug at his chest as he watched you sympathetically. The possibility of learning something new about his former Master was tantalizing. After so many meditation sessions in which he failed to connect with Qui-Gon’s spirit, this could be his chance to feel tethered to his Master one last time.
“He told me that you worried too much.” A reminiscing smile graced your lips.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, relaxing shoulders he didn’t realize were tense. “That sounds like Master Jinn.”
Your sparkling, silver eyes met his intensely. "It's not how it sounds. It was his way of building my confidence."
Your sudden beam at the memory left Obi-Wan in awe of your strength. Your gaze trailed to your holobook collection.
“I read all these stories of amazingly powerful Jedi who seemed invincible in the face of the most dire odds.” He watched you motion to the piles of knowledge. “I never felt like I could quite live up to their memory, but Qui-Gon was always sure to remind me that like all great Jedi.” You paused to send him a lighthearted smirk through dejected eyes. “Including his Padawan, I had no need to worry. The Force would help me grow into the Jedi I’m meant to be.” Sincerity seeped from your words.
Obi-Wan felt as if the hole in his heart punctured at Naboo ten years ago just experienced its first stitch. To find another piece of Qui-Gon, another connection to him, was a dream made reality. Not just by words he never heard him say, but through you, his secret Padawan.
Although there was still much for him to learn, he already found you to be one of the more idyllic Jedi he’s met. Not only in your strong connection to the Force, but from your person. The fortitude, compassion, and honesty you’ve shown in only a day is an example often demonstrated to initiates. That thought brought him back to a question he needed answered.
“But why?” Obi-Wan exclaimed to no one in particular. He turned on his heel to pace in thought, a hand gently resting below his chin. “Why did Qui-Gon bring you here? Allow you to live your days in isolation?” He spun back around, now directing his thoughts at you. “Who was he hiding you from that The Order could not face? Did he even tell The Council?”
You sighed, your eyes falling down to your hands where you gently circled your thumb into your palm. “He hid me from the world, and The Council, because of the prophecy.”
Obi-Wan cocked his head. A prophecy? Another prophecy?
“What prophecy?”
You looked off into the distance. And while your vision was limited by the small confines of an ancient ship buried underground, Obi-Wan thought your eyes were taking you quadrants away. Then, you faced him.
“You should probably sit down.”
He followed the guidance of your hand as it lifted to lead the way back toward the table. The sound of wooden chairs slightly scratching across rusted metal colored the sudden stillness. Obi-Wan settled, glancing at you only to notice your eyes glued to the peeling Japor ivory below. Your finger graced a discolored patch with interest. Obi-Wan waited patiently, hands clasped before him, your hesitation driving his curiosity through the hull.
You raised your vision. “The prophecy tells of a protector, a guide, known as The Guardian. It tells of a Jedi to be discovered and trained outside of The Order.”
“A Gray Jedi...” Obi-Wan mused aloud.
“Yes.” You confirmed.
Obi-Wan’s mind circled through your words. “And who does The Guardian protect?”
“The Chosen One. The Guardian must do whatever is necessary to stand between the Sith and The Chosen One so that they may return balance to the Force.” You explained.
Obi-Wan watched as you peeked at him, a sudden amusement dancing upon your lashes.
“It certainly puts a target on my back for anyone who doesn’t want that to happen.” You chuckled.
Obi-Wan sent you a thin look of disapproval at your dark joke before returning to his thoughts. In all his research about The Chosen One when preparing to be Anakin’s Master, he not once saw mention of The Guardian.
Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed. “I’ve never heard of this.” He admitted quietly.
“Few have. Qui-Gon discovered the legend by chance in the Holocron Vault when he was retrieving something for his Master. I think he said it was part of the Jedi Archives at The Temple, but you’d know better than me.”
“You’re correct.” He confirmed.
You nodded gratefully. “Anyways, from what I understand, The Council feared this aspect of The Chosen One’s prophecy because of its transparent separation from The Order. So they hid it away.”
Obi-Wan took a moment to gather his thoughts. The ramifications of your words were astounding. Another entity, willed into existence by the Force, with the purpose of aiding Anakin on his journey. In a sense, he felt relieved, like a burden lifted from his conscience. Qui-Gon was supposed to train Anakin, but when he passed, the duty fell to him. He never really felt ready, stumbling through ways to guide the young Jedi when he himself had only just become a Knight. But it seems as if the Force works in mysterious ways.
He was equally disturbed by the prophesy’s wording. If a Guardian was needed to protect The Chosen One from the Sith, it suggested that Anakin’s fate was not sealed on the side of the light. And that terrified him. Anakin always struggled with his place within The Order, and while he was very proud of the man he’s grown into, he knew that Anakin still grappled with his intense fears and deep-seated anger.
“I need to know.”
Obi-Wan returned from his thoughts, motioning for you to continue. You watched him for a moment. Obi-Wan could see the gears turn through complicated maneuvers in your head. Then, determination settled on your face.
“Are you The Chosen One?”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “No, not me.”
He noticed your brows crease in confusion. Quickly, the older Jedi played over the morning’s events. His mind centered on what started this conversation in the first place.
“Is that why you were afraid?”
You shot him a questioning look. “I was not afraid, I was shocked.” You staunchly defended, erupting within him a subtle sense of amusement.
But the sudden downcast of your eyes changed his tune.
“I thought you were a Sith.” You candidly explained.
This time it was Obi-Wan’s turn for shock to contort his features. “A Sith?! Whatever gave you that idea?”
“It’s the beard.” You said stone-eyed, pretending to scratch phantom whiskers on your face with an embellishing movement of the fingers.
Obi-Wan nearly choked on air.
You burst out laughing, holding your stomach for good measure. Obi-Wan, however, was unimpressed with your antics.
He leaned back, crossing his arms as an exceedingly light smile garnished his feigned displeasure. “Very funny.”
Your cackle died down before you seemed to relax back into the gravity of the situation.
“In all seriousness,” you began, taking a moment to compose yourself. “When I looked into your eyes, I saw the reflection of my own, and they were silver.”
“And?” Obi-Wan questioned, not seeing the point of her observation.
“Obi-Wan.” You sighed, glancing down at your hands, which you now had clasped together on the table before you.
You raised your head, staring into his gaze once more. And to Obi-Wan, it felt as if you were gazing into his soul.
“My eyes are y/e/c.”
The older Jedi’s jaw fell open as his eyebrows raised. He was dumbfounded, not understanding how that was possible. The first thing he noticed when he met you at the crash site was your extraordinarily bright, silver eyes.
“The legend says, that when The Guardian’s journey begins, it will initiate their transformation. Their eyes will begin to shine the color of their fate.”
Obi-Wan hummed. “And how does that journey begin?”
“By meeting someone tied to their fate.”
Then, it clicked. “Ah, a Sith or The Chosen One.”
“Exactly.”
A hush washed over the two of you as Obi-Wan considered the connotation of your eyes. The two passionate orbs that dotted your face shined a color with deep meaning.
“And your eyes are silver. The color of balance, purity, peace.” He mused, a hand lightly stroking his cheek in contemplation.
“Which hopefully reflects the future.” You countered.
Obi-Wan’s eyes sparkled almost as bright as yours. “A hope we share.”
However, once more, his countenance was shrouded in rumination at a discrepancy.
“But your lightsaber is gray.”
He noticed the corner of your eyes crinkle. “My journey has just begun.”
Obi-Wan matched your expression. “Of course, and was Qui-Gon able to prepare you before…” he trailed off.
You exhaled. “He taught me everything I know, but I must admit, most of my saber and force training was advanced through The Muntuur in the last years.”
Intrigue gripped Obi-Wan, edging him to lean toward you, hands gliding along the table. “The Muntuur?”
“An ancient Jedi training gadget Qui-Gon found abandoned on a distant planet. He never told me where.”
“Interesting.” Obi-Wan mused. “I’d like to analyze this device, if that is alright with you.”
“That’s fine. But first, I must know.” You watched him keenly. “Who is The Chosen One?”
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to answer when a light thud sounded behind him, followed by a ripple of frosty wind against the back of his neck.
“Y/n, I could hug you!” Obi-Wan heard. He turned in time to see Anakin jump down the shelter’s entrance with a wide grin, avoiding the ladder completely in his excitement. Ahsoka made a similar entrance, her lips quirked up.
“That manual was detailed enough for me to salvage secondary parts from other sectors of the shuttle in the repairs! Who knew that bucket of bolts had so many adaptable segments? Had to use every single one.”
Anakin froze mid-saunter, a meager speechlessness overcoming him as he seemed to register the humorless faces watching him from the table, including his former Master who was particularly annoyed. Obi-Wan watched the young Jedi rub his hands together, partly from the freezing outdoors but mostly, it seemed, in an attempt to cut the tension.
“Am I interrupting something?” He chuckled nervously.
Obi-Wan spoke. “Anakin, we need to talk.”
“Is he…”
“Yes.” He finished your thought, glancing back at you to glean your reaction to that sudden divulgence.
“Wow.” You mumbled before sending Anakin an earnest look.
“You should probably sit down.”
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(My art! Please credit if you repost) Rebel teases Sabine... - (Small Fanfic/description of what going on rn. I don't mind any errors..) Also, my insert OC will be mentioned so don't cringe. lol -------------
After what seems like days, Ahsoka, Sabine, Huyang, and Rebel successfully rescued Ezra Bridger. They worked together as a team and broke away from Trawn and the empires after Baylan betrayed Sabine. She told him she would be reunited but that didn't mean they both wouldn't be captured! Rebel helped sniff out their location once they landed on the new planet and broke them out.
A long battle was carried out after the escape and that was when Sabine realized Ezra was in pretty bad shape as they boarded the ship. The raven-haired man passed out cold once his adrenaline went down and he was then immediately rushed into medical attention. Huyang advised Ahsoka and Sabine to wait outside while he treated Bridger. This sent Sabine into a spiral of worry and frustration, she shouldn't have ever trusted Baylan and kept it together! She just wanted to see Ezra so bad but not like this! She watched outside as the droid began to strip away his clothes and check at the wounds scattered across his torso; other than a few bruises and cuts he seemed fine.
"Are Mandalorian women this bold when seeing a man with his shirt off?" Rebel's voice spoke out with a teasing grin across her face.
Sabine felt her face ball up into flush and embarrassment as she realized she had been staring! "Cut it off." She huffed out a whisper as his elbow knocked back into the hybrid's chest. Rebel's tail wagged behind her as she saw a Sabine's frown slightly curve into a grin for a moment just before it lowered back down into a harsh scowl.
Rebel just laughed and snickered like a child as she noticed the faint strokes of red painted across the Mandolorian's face. She looked up at Ahsoka who seemed to be hiding a chuckle before she suddenly stopped. They all looked up towards the door of the med-bay with worry lingering around in the air.
--------------- (Comment below on what you think is going to happen next episode!)
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