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the-bi-space-ace · 1 year

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Some writing asks for funsies. :)

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

(Lots of questions, feel free to pick and choose if you don't want to answer all of them!) <3

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go? When I first started writing I just created as I went along but now I plot everything out beforehand and they get to writing. Currently all 10 chapters of my next fic are all outlined just waiting to be written! 🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share? YOU BET I DO!

The both of them had emerged, covered in blood and smelling of blaster fire, but alive. Cody couldn’t even describe how it had felt to push through the crowd and seek out that familiar blond hair and blue and white armor, frantically trying to confirm that at least one person he cared about wasn’t gone. He was still covered in grime and he was positive his wrist was sprained, covered in bruises and cuts and praying to whatever was out there that he could get his hands on one of his brothers and confirm the presence of a heartbeat. By the time he saw Rex his chest was cracked wide open, something angry and raw rearing its head. His lungs ached while his anxiety mounted. He saw Rex, bent over one of the 212th troopers and trying to calm him while the medics reset a broken bone. There was a rough cut over one of Rex’s cheekbones that had scabbed over and while anger surged in Cody over seeing it he couldn’t help the strangled noise he made at the site. The captain turned to it immediately and before Cody even realized he moved he was crushing Rex to his chest and holding him so close it was almost like they were one person. For the first time in a long time Rex buried his face in the crook of Cody’s neck and just breathed him in like he had been just as destroyed. And now, looking at how dead tired his brother was, Cody realized just how badly they both needed to rest. How badly they both needed to break.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write? Honestly? Sometimes it's Tech. I'm not nearly as familiar with his personality and voice as I am with the others. I've definitely gotten better since I first started writing but it still needs WORK.

🧪 Do you research for your fics? Yes. Yes I do! I spent probably too much time researching but I like when things are as accurate as they can be! Although. Sometimes I straight up can't find answers to my very specific questions and use the 'Star Wars Science' excuse when I can't figure something out lol.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff? I find my writing flows better when it is angsty. When it's the emotional bits I can get lost in long paragraphs of wordy nonsense because the emotional bits are what really drive me to write. I can get that way with fluff too but usually with the more introspective parts. But fluff and comfort really have my heart. It is rare to find a fic of mine without it.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.? I'm a happy ending person. I love happy endings. I always want to try and tie things up with... maybe not always happiness but hopefulness. I can't see myself writing something ambiguous or bad unless there will be a continuation in another fic. I have absolutely read and enjoyed things with endings that are ambiguous or bad! It just has to feel satisfying.

🤖 Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic? My partner reads and edits my stuff and other than that not a single non-fandom friend knows that I write at all! I just get so nervous thinking of anyone reading my stuff! And that sounds so silly as someone who posts fanfic but I physically can not be in the same room as someone who is reading something I wrote. I get weirdly nervous about it and just have to walk away.

#ace answers #I am having such a good time with these

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elthadriel · 2 years

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I have a couple of questions ha,

What drew you into shipping codex?

What inspires you to write fanfics? Mainly the smutty ones cuz those r top tier.

And lastly I love your fics, especially your codex ones. I was curious if you have any plans for more or if there are any on the way.

Writing Boosting Morale got me into the ship. I wrote that fic while I was still more into Codywan than any other ship but I was already having thoughts about clone culture about sex. I’ve written poly-clones a few times now, and treat it was a the default at this point. I like sex being a staple of their interactions with each other, and them having very different norms about what is and isn’t acceptable to do around each other.

So I wanted to write something for a pair of clones and I Cody was already a favourite because of how much I’d been engaging with him in Codywan, and I was starting to have a real sense of what I wanted from his characterisation, and Rex felt like the obvious choice because I’d enjoyed their interactions in the Rishi episodes. It was just meant to be a one off thing :p

But then I started thinking about them, and it was all over for me. I like the pining potential even after they’re together they don’t get to see each other very often, and when they do it’s often all tied up in combat. Then there’s the general competence kink :p. I try to write Cody as more pragmatic, he’s the one choosing his battles and quietly burying his emotions because he needs to be seen as steady. While Rex takes every injustice personally, he just cares and cares, and loves so easier. I think Cody finds loving people hard. That’s not to say he doesn’t, he clearly does, but he’s not always good at expressing it, or being comfortable with how much it affects him. But Rex is just there, and he makes it so easy to love him. I’ve mentioned it in Reflected In Your Eyes, but I always have Cody falling in love first, and it happens so quickly. Rex gets to be the exception to everything because he’s just so blindingly good, who could Cody not love him? Meanwhile Cody is weird and a little awkward and an asshole and Rex is just enamoured by how it all fits together.

What inspires me to write fanfics? I sure do wish I knew.

Smut normally comes easy to me, and I have the outlines to at least several ideas floating around at any given moment. Sometimes it’s prompted by talking shit with my friends (We all enable each other terribly) but often I just get stuck on a kink or dynamic for a bit and shake them about to see if a fic falls out.

The angsty stuff, which is normally the stuff I’m most proud of is tricker. Sometimes it’s caused by shit in my actual life (angst has always helped make me feel better for whatever reason) like Devour What’s Truly Yours which I wrote directly after some bad news, but other times the idea just fucking fullbody tackles me out of no where.

As for what I’m working on, I have a non-codex smut with a beta just now which should go up in the next couple days and in my wips I have some codex smut that’s slowly coming together and a non-smutty rex centric fic with background codex that is more together but also less done. I’ve also just wrapped up the first stage of outlining (there’s two stages) for my next long fic. It’s also Codex, because I live here now, but probably won’t be posted until towards the end of the year at the very earliest.

#cloneshipping #codex #apparently it shows up even if you tag it after the 5th tag #so now you all have to look at my ramblings #I'm sorry

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karelysse · 2 years

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ohhh my goodness, huge shoutout to you for getting through that ask!! i kept trying to find a good place to stop… and then i just gave up :) and tysm for waiting, i wanted to get back to you asap but it took longer than expected ^^; — as always i simply adore your replies and truly you are indulging me here.

but YES. you want to talk about yuzuvier, let’s talk about them!! disaster children!! i have to admit, you have me at a bit of a disadvantage since idk how much you’ve changed from the original plot set-up, but i’ll give it my best shot 🫡

let me start by dropping some music recs: ‘It’s Not The Same Anymore’ by Rex Orange County + ‘Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want This Time’ by The Smiths (also i am listening to the angsty teen spirit cover, it’s truly a vibe!!)

the big thing for me is like. yuzuru and javi meeting again under these circumstances would be so messy. i’m picturing yuzuru toeing the line btwn distant politeness and crushing vulnerability. he’s like. brittle. and tired. and just out of fuck’s to give in the worst way possible (where you don’t care because nothing matters, instead of not caring because you know exactly what matters and what doesn’t). and some days he feels like he’s fine and other days he feels like he’s falling apart all over again (because healing isn’t linear!!)

i’m imaging javi trying to slide back into the back-and-forth dynamic of their competitive days and it’s simply. not working. and having an honest conversation doesn’t work either, because yuzuru’s guards are up and he’s built 100 foot tall walls around his heart.

(like, for example, assuming the catalyst for yuzuru coming to spain is the same as it was originally - the fiancée and the scandal and all that)

jv: i mean, if we’re being honest, i never took for the type to-

yz, dryly: what? sleep with men?

jv: —cheat on your partner. […] what the fuck, yuzu.

(not saying this convo would necessarily happen, but trying to illustrate the ~tension~)

javi is trying, they’re both trying, but it’s just so hard. javi has always been kind, but now he’s almost too kind, and yuzuru hates it. he hates it (because javi’s kindness makes him feel vulnerable and exposed, and he can’t afford another heartbreak). ah, to have the reckless boldness of youth again!

…and i was wondering, what has javi’s love life looked like in these years? i enjoy maximum melodrama, so i was thinking maybe he was engaged a while back (a year ago? two?), they were actually planning to get married this summer. javi tries not to think about it too much. yuzuru buys pastries from the local village bakery, once he gathers the will to start venturing into town. javi doesn’t tell him that strawberry cheesecakes where his fiancé’s favourites too (he’s happy yuzuru seems to enjoy tho)

going to hit pause here again. still have lots of thoughts to share though! very excited to talk to you about how i think the cottage needing repairs should be a catalyst for bed sharing :} thank you again, you’ve made my sick day much more fun 💞

AH YES i'm so so sorry about this and the confusion it entails. truth is, i don't think i even know myself the scandal i want it to be anymore. two things : 1. this fic idea came to me 4 years ago! growing up and coming to terms with my own issues related to ~being publicly queer~, i feel like i don't care so much anymore about stories about people being in the closet, about sustained lies and hiding, where everything is going badly. idk, i've had my fill, i'm just not personally there anymore. still enjoy writing repression of feelings!!!! bottling up!!!! things unsaid!!!!! but more with an interpersonal focus, the specificity of each complex situation, rather than an "all my problems are actually about being gay" kinda thing. (rereading this and im rotfl. all problems ARE about being gay sometimes. fkgfjgk) so, WHAT I WANT TO SAY omg gee will i get to it is that i feel like the original intrigue, the way i imagined it, was a lil manichean. that's where comes point no.2 : i don't think yuzu is ever going to have a super public life? like? i don't like this idea of him riding the fame anymore? i feel like if he wanted to, he would have by now? actually i feel like this could be part of development : starting at point A, where everything is kept maniacly quiet and private, bc he wouldn't ever want to risk his image and legacy, and getting to point B : accepting it's okay to do public mistakes if it means showing up your authentic self. meaning, your imperfect authentic self still has value, still can bring something to the world, more than a pristine clean projected image. cataclysm could very much still be fake-marriage, gay paparazzi picture scandal! i still love it!

i feel like the story sounds the exact same fjkjgkfg but in my head i swear it's different. less internalized homophobia and drama about being out. more - simply & once again - performance anxiety dkfjkdf. (i am not repeating myself it's called a motif ok????) yuzu's in very good terms with his (ex-) fiancée. they're actual friends. they both knew this wasn't a marriage out of love. it just sucks bc yuzu, with his carelessness, hurt the deal they had that was good for them both. they can't go back.

now for Javi. YES to the broken engagement kdfgjlfgkgk. they would mirror each other (vine voice: omg they would mirror each other). what i was thinking with javi is that his struggle is that he's a serial dater. u know the people in your life who are never, ever single???? like, not that their relationships are short, sometimes they're very long, it's just, mostly, that they can't stand to be alone??? yeah. javi like that. chosing the comfort and stability of a long term relationship even if it's not perfect and he's not super happy in it. in love with the idea of love rather than with the actual person??? (thinking now about yuzu witnessing that at tcc. the jump from one relationship to the next, courtney-miki-marina-the-new-girlfriend-we-don't-know-about, all in the span of 6 years??? with little to no breaks in between??? while he's left pining for the man the whole time??? his poor teenage heart. siri play you belong with me by taylor swift (taylor's version).)

and hear me out, i know it's horrible, but i was imagining javi only being happy in his relationships over a period of six months : the first three months and the last three months. happy in the last three because he has by then already met his /next potential girl/ hgfjhgjfhg spends all his time texting her and the challenge is new and she comforts him and that's why it's so easy to leave his previous relationship and jump into the new one. boy's just continually transitioning. :) bonus point if yuzu tells him that, casually, over breakfast. like. yeah, you just can't stand to be alone. why are you making that face. everybody noticed long time ago, javi.

SO the fic starts and javi is SINGLE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN like. HIS ENTIRE LIFE. (yuzu is dubious about that. like. mh-mh, sure. who broke up your engagement? no new lady met few months before? yes, yes. i believe.)

thing is, it's the first time javi has been broken up with that actually hurt. he's been dumped before, sure! his ego a bit wounded, but truly, it only spared him the trouble of doing so himself. but this girl, he had proposed to her. he was ready for the long run, he was ready, he swears. (he's not an asshole!!!! his philosophy is really just : love is something that happens to you. when it doesn't happen anymore, it's over, and it's okay! it'll happen again! he has faith! but his lesson in this fic is : love is something you have to work for. actively. like any good thing that comes to you if you wanna keep it.) cue yuzuru teaching him the lesson the hard way, absolutely brutal : you know what. you know what. your fiancée just saved herself the pain you would have inevitably caused her. good for her, leaving your ass before you could get bored. before you could stop bothering with the effort it would require to stay with her, like you do EACH time! good for her. good for her.

also. cue the the conversation in the very beginning.

jv: i mean, if we’re being honest, i never took you for the type to-

yz, dryly: what? sleep with men?

jv: —cheat on your partner.

yz, planting his fork into his steak: no. (looking up) no. that would be you, wouldn't it?

(cause they kissed. they did. they pretended it didn't happen and it was a heat-of-the-moment thing but they did. and yuzu remembers.)

GOD i have so much more to say but i'm gonna stop here and give u a chance to finish your thoughts!!! tell me about your 'there was only one bed' and i'll tell u about the under-shirt-back-caresses they exchange sometimes to help the other fall asleep in it:)

#I HAVE TO GO #BUT THE CAKE AAAAAAHHHHHH #GONNA FINISH WITH YOUR NEXT ASK WHEN I GET BACK #HEART EMOJI x100000 #future fic #ask #asks

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cloudy-leonhart · 3 years

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Oooo would you want to do a drabble for Porco?? Like maybe he's the reader's bff and one day he's next to her, going over like mission plans and he just leans over and kisses her👀

I like this!! This is cute!! I need to write more for Porco anyways ^^ I’m excited to write this!! tbh I didn’t even mean to go into an angsty argument in this fic- it just happened outta nowhere- I still hope it’s up to your satisfaction anon!

breaking point. | porco g.

summary: Porco always stuck to you like superglue. You and him have always been like two peas in a pod ever since you were kids, you even enlisted with him to the military. With growing up and going through puberty, Porco’s thought of you as someone more than just a friend and he wants to show you.

Pairings: Porco x Reader.

Theme: fluff/angst ig?.

female reader.

TW: swearing, arguing, kiss-kiss scene lol.

Recommended Song: Sunflower. - Rex Orange County.

"Good morning, guys, Porco!" You chirpped, seeing him give you a small wave as you entered the meeting room, you saw Reiner, Pieck and Zeke sitting in their seats, Reiner was deep in thought, Pieck was taking a nap on the couch, and Zeke was taking a drag of his cigar as usual.

You excused yourself as you squeezed by Reiner to sit beside Porco who greeted you wth a small head pat as he leaned back into his seat, Pieck rose from her spot as she smiled lazily at you.

"I was thinking of eating out together today, how about it, guys?" She asked as she yawned, Zeke hummed and shook his head, "I've got business, rain check?" Pieck nodded and glanced at Reiner, awaiting his answer.

"I guess I can go." Reiner responded, he looked in a daze, like he just woke up from a nap. Pieck's gaze turned to Porco and you, but before any of you could answer, the General entered the room, catching all of your attention. "Sorry Pieck, Porco and Reader will be helping with planning a mission." You could see Pieck deflate a bit, sighing but still nodding, understanding.

“Sorry Pieck, promise we’ll make it up to you, right Pock?” You looked over to Porco, who was scratching his head in boredom, nodding subconsciously. General Magath looked around the room before closing the door and starting their meeting for the day.

“I’ll be heading out you two, we need those plans before this weekend, so please get it done, choose who’ll be sent out soon or we’ll have to send all of you out.” General Magath reminded you and Porco once again as both of you nodded and said your goodbyes, you looked out of the window of the room, raising your hand to measure the time of day.

“What are you doing?” Porco suddenly chirped, you jumped looking behind you, “Checking the time.” You answered returning back to look at the sunset, “how do you know?” Porco prodded more. “Reiner taught me, when we uh..went to Paradis.” You mumbled, your voice starting sound small as you continued.

“He taught you? I probably could’ve done better.” Porco scoffed. He looked over the map of next week’s mission again to try and distract himself from talking about Reiner. “Don’t start with that again, Pock. He’s a helpful person.” You wanted to defend Reiner, you knew that he did a lot of things wrong, although most of it is unforgivable, you’re not a saint either.

“Helpful my ass, all he did was stand there while my brother was being eaten by a Titan.” He growled kicking the table in annoyance and anger. “I, couldn’t do anything either. I’m as much to blame as he is, Pock..” you reasoned with Porco, he rolled his eyes. “yeah, but how could you help, Reiner held you back, he basically said that he was a lost cause. Don’t try to defend him any longer.” You spun around to face Porco.

“Pock, enough!” You wanted to stop the conversation from progressing, but Porco didn’t. “No! You used to be so happy when we were kids, Reader!” You stayed silent, Porco took your silence as a sign to keep going. “Going to Paradis did something to you and none of you won’t tell me. That Ymir girl barely has any memories that could tell me shit about why you’re like this!” He cried out.

You sighed out of stress, he was pushing it and you weren’t ready to talk about it. Both you and Porco stood silent in the room, seconds feeling like minutes. You didn’t know what to say, what could you say? what’ll he take as a valid reason as to why you aren’t the same girl he used to know?

You looked at his reflection from the window, your hands clenched out of stubbornness and guilt, before turning around to face your best friend. You couldn’t even get a breath in when you felt soft lips on yours.

Your eyes were blown wide, Porco’s hands held your cheeks, almost squishing it. He was holding it as if you would pull away the second he loosens his grip. You felt yourself stiff in a few seconds in before relaxing, your eyes fluttered close as you reached your arm to wrap around his neck. Porco took this as an okay to hold you by the hips, his hands pulled you closer as you slower broke apart.

You took a breath as soon as his lips left yours, feeling like you were cloud nine after that kiss. Porco looked at you with a flushed expression, his hands gripped you embarrassingly. “I..” Porco didn’t know what to say, “I didn’t mean to do that, well I did- but-“ He jumbled his words as he looked at anything but your eyes, which stared at him with a joyous tint.

“It’s okay, Pock. I understand what you meant.” You smiled softly, still holding onto his figure. He thought his face couldn’t get any warmer as he stopped functioning. You could understand, both of you never really had time for love. Especially now, you and him barely have any time left.

“I just didn’t know what to do, I thought I was losing you. The real you.” Porco sighed as he put his forehead against yours, your noses almost touching. It felt ticklish, his staggered breath fanning your skin, he was gonna cry.

“I know, I’m sorry I made you feel like that, Pock. I promise I’ll tell you when I’m ready. You’ll wait, won’t you?” You mumbled, your hand reaching his cheek to cradle it ever so gently. He nodded, understanding as he placed a sneaky cheek kiss before a booming voice pulled you both away.

“Finally! I thought you guys would never tell each other!” Zeke rejoiced as Pieck and Reiner stood with happy smiles and even a little clapping. Porco stood dumbfounded before his face morphed into embarrassment and horror. “you watched us?! How much did you idiots see?! I’m going to literally destroy you guys-“ Zeke laughed as Porco was a flustered mess.

“We saw almost the whole thing bud. We heard arguing and thought you guys were absolutely wrecking the place, fighting and all.” Pieck’s gentle explanation calmed Porco a little bit before you started laughing. “I told you it would work.” Zeke nudged Reiner with his arm as the blonde rubbed his arm, “I wasn’t even apart of this..” Reiner mumbled.

You smiled as Porco continued to scold, at least try to scold Zeke and Pieck. The odds of Porco liking you? Who would’ve thought. “Alright, enough scolding and teasing, now who wants to go eat out? Im starving!” You pushed through your friends and your maybe potential boyfriend.

“Oh! I get to pick where we eat!” Pieck called out, latching her arm as Porco walked beside you. You looked over to him as he glanced at you, with a small smile of course. You took hold of his hand as you both continued to walk, Zeke and Reiner followed right behind.

#aot x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot imagines #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk #aot headcanons #aot #porco galliard x you #porco galliard x reader #porco x reader #porco galliard #porco #marley warriors x reader #marley warriors #sweet.porco #sweet.aot

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glimmerglanger · 3 years

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Hi, are you planning to write some Cody and Rex reunion prompt in Make you Bed? After everything I mean (I hope that it makes sense sorry if not). Because you wrote about their brother relationship amazingly ^^ Btw you proved once again that you are really good writer. Wonderful, angsty and soft fic. Can't wait for more things from you ~

wavelengthdream said:

If you're still taking snippet prompts for 'Make Your Bed Lie in It', could I suggest Cody and Obi-Wan reuniting with Rex and Ahsoka?

OOOOOOOOOOO. I do love writing about Cody and Rex. So! This is set... a few months after the end of MYB. :D General warnings for fall-out from Order 66, but other than that....nothing really to worry about.

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Cody flinched, preemptively, when Crys announced that they’d received a comm from Hondo. They’d been forced to work with the pirate more often than he liked, since the fall of the Republic. They’d needed ships, after all, to handle all the troopers still in training on Kamino; there was no way they could fit all the shinies onto the Vigilance.

And staying in one place had felt like the wrong decision in every way.

They couldn’t just remain on Kamino, after destroying the facilities there, including the tremendous system that regulated the chips. They would have made an easy target for any Imperial forces.

The massacre at the Jedi Temple had already proven how dangerous it was to stay in a location where your enemies could find you.

So, they’d taken to the stars. Their fleet was growing regularly, now, as other troopers took care of their nat-born officers and came to find them. But in the early days, they’d needed whatever ships they could get.

Ohnaka had provided them, claiming that the Empire was bad for business.

“Kenobi!” the pirate shouted, when they accepted his comm. He was grinning, and Cody ground his back teeth together, wondering what ridiculous request Ohnaka had for them, this time. He turned aside, planning to ignore the conversation, as Hondo went on, “I’ve found something of yours.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, mouth quirking up. Cody got the feeling, privately, that Obi-Wan quite liked Hondo in his own way, though Cody would never understand why. “What’s that?”

“Who’s that is the better question,” Hondo said, “Let me in your docking bay, I’ll show you.”

Hondo cut off the comm, then, without saying anything else. Cody reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, glancing over to find Obi-Wan staring forward, suddenly, expression open and shocked. “Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan blinked over at him, wide-eyed, and then whispered, “Oh,” before turning and striding hurriedly from the room.

Cody followed Obi-Wan to the docking bay, swallowing frustration when Hondo strolled off his shuttle with a swagger in every movement. Sharp words formed on Cody’s tongue only to wither away, because there were other people following Hondo off the ship, and--

Obi-Wan made a pained sound, stepping forward as Tano hesitantly descended the ramp before spotting him and lurching forward. She hit him at a run, arms going around his shoulders, and for a moment Cody could only stare at them, thinking about desertion and abandonment and--

And the fact that Tano had, somehow, escaped death, too, and found her way back to Obi-Wan.

Movement drew Cody’s attention away from the pair of them. He sucked in a startled breath to find Rex standing, awkward, by the shuttle. He had a shirt and cloak over his armor, trying to disguise the shape of it and not doing the best job. He looked tense, guarded, gaze jumping away when Cody looked over at him.

Rex made a low sound, ragged, when Cody crossed to him and pulled him into an embrace. For a moment, he stood stiff and unyielding, and then he collapsed, all the tension going out of him at once. He buried his face down against Cody’s shoulder and gasped out, “I can’t believe we found you.”

Hondo, of course, insisted on getting payment for leading Ahsoka and Rex to them. Cody felt in less a mood to deal with the man than usual, and ordered Mav to see it taken care of, before leading Rex off.

Rex looked like he needed somewhere to sit down. There were dark circles under his eyes and new lines around his mouth. He nodded his thanks when Cody brought him back to their quarters and made him a cup of caff.

Rex held the cup for a moment, staring down at it when he said, finally, “Knew it had to be you and General Kenobi who hit Kamino.” He shook his head, snorting just a little. “Only you two would come up with a plan like that.”

Cody shrugged, moving a few pads off of the little table in front of the couch so he could sit on it, facing Rex. He said, softly, “It worked.”

Rex gave a sharp little laugh. “Of course,” he said, and then hurriedly set down his caff and put both hands over his face.

“Sh,” Cody said, reaching out to rub a hand over Rex’s arm, finding him tensed. “Hey, it’s alright. You’re--”

“Everyone else died,” Rex blurted, voice in tatters, and Cody stopped trying to talk, just...rested both hands on Rex’s arms. Rex looked up at him, eyes shining. “On our ship. Everyone else died, during the - the fight and the crash.”

Cody winced. He hadn’t gotten around to asking what had happened to the rest of the men sent with Rex and Commander Tano. He’d suspected, but--

“I killed some of them,” Rex whispered, looking to the side abruptly.

Cody’s fingers tightened, momentarily. He made himself relax his grip, exhaling. He said, softly, thinking about ordering the Vigilance to fire on the other cruise, thinking about Kamino, thinking about other fights, “Rex, you had--”

“I killed some of my brothers,” Rex cut in, again, and Cody wondered how long he’d been carrying the words around inside of him, struggling not to let them out. It had been months since the fall of the Republic. “I--”

“I know,” Cody said, shifting to pull Rex closer, listening to his breathing get rougher, uneven.

“I didn’t want to,” Rex told him, the admission torn out of him. “But I--they were going to kill her. Ahsoka. And she’d - woken me up. She saved me, I--”

“You saved her, too,” Cody said, hating Palpatine anew, for all the myriad ways he’d caused agony throughout the galaxy. He tightened his hold on Rex, hoping that Obi-Wan was having a more pleasant reunion with Ahsoka and doubting it, and listened to all the admissions Rex needed to spill into the air.

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #make your bed lie in it #snippets #T_T

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silvermoongirl10swfics · 3 years

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Fear is crashing in, close your eyes and take my hand

For @codywanweek 2021 Day 4: Alternative Order 66.

Warnings/tags: (Rated for Teen and up) Major character death, Order 66 Happened Differently (Star Wars), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt, Off-screen Character Death, Presumed character death, Grieving CC-2224 | Cody, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug, Grief, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Self-Hatred, Self-blaming, Mind Control, Clone Trooper Inhibitor Chips (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Need Hugs (Star Wars), Eventual Happy Ending, Happy Ending, this fic hurts, I was sad when writing this, Mental Anguish, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Order 66 Aftermath (Star Wars).

(Please take care of the tags for this one! This is one of the most angsty fics I have written and while there is a happy ending, it does hurt a lot before it gets there! While a character does not attempt to commit suicide, they do not care whether they live or die.)

This fic is just over 11,000 words, so I am only posting a snippet of the beginning of the fic here. But you can read the rest of the fic here on A03.

It was with shaking and panicked hands that Cody called Ponds on his commlink, instantly Ponds’ face appeared. Before Ponds could say anything, his mouth hanging open, Cody was ripping his helmet off and yelling at Ponds.

“Ponds! You need to warn General Windu! The Chancellor just made me kill Obi-Wan!” he shouted, his voice cracking at the end. The free-falling body in Jedi tunics flashing before his eyes as it fell towards the water pools.

“You did what?!” screeched Ponds, his hazel eyes blown wide.

Cody’s throat tightened and he shook his head. “I don’t have time to explain, but the Chancellor gave me an order and I couldn’t stop myself doing it! There’s something in our heads, I was just CC-2224, and I could only watch what happened.” Here he stumbled over his next words and swallowed convulsively. “The order makes us think the Jedi are traitors. Vod… I shot Obi-Wan off a cliff face,” he added in a quiet sob as his shoulders began to shake.

Ponds just stared at Cody in pity, looking as if he wanted to reach through their screens and hug him. But then the gravity of the situation hit Ponds, they didn’t know who else would get this order and they needed to stop it happening again. Fast. So, Ponds nodded at him and promised to call him back later and ended the call.

Once Ponds’ face had disappeared from view, Cody’s hands shook so badly that he dropped his commlink. His entire body shook, and looking around him to check that no one was looking at him, he let his legs give out and he sat huddled on the floor, hugging his legs against his chest as he just sobbed.

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Cody smiled as he watched his cyare ride away, a gleam in his blue eyes as the end of the battle and the war was in sight thanks to the death of Grievous. That’s my cyare, Cody thought to himself with a proud smile. He didn’t really want to know how Obi-Wan killed Grievous seeing as Cody had held onto Obi-Wan’s lightsaber, his cyare probably did something that would have caused Cody’s blood pressure to hit the roof. Situation normal, he thought fondly. Not that he was going to let on to Obi-Wan that he wasn’t going to give his cyare the usual mocking ‘your lightsaber is your life Anakin’ talk. Today, Cody was in just too much of a good mood to get into the old argument, so he had just left it as “I think you’ll be needing this,” as he reached up to give his cyare his lightsaber back.

Then his commlink chimed and everything just stopped.

“Commander Cody. Execute Order sixty-six,” came the familiar voice of the Chancellor.

Cody had a second to think, what? But then it was like his conscious thoughts were pushed to the back of his head and locked away. His mind uttering the words, good soldiers follow orders. He watched as his body became CC-2224 and could only watch as his brothers in the 212th all stood stiffly at attention, the order spoken on the open coms between them. “It will be done my Lord,” Cody. No. CC-2224 answered blankly.

Then the next thing Cody watched as he turned towards Blackeye, who was manning the gun. Without his command, Cody’s arm stretched out and gestured at Obi-Wan, while he ordered Blackeye to “blast him!”

Cody was screaming in his head, he watched as Blackeye jerked, like he was trying to force his body not to follow the order. But whatever was in their heads was too strong, and Blackeye was aiming at the cliff and firing the gun. All Cody could do was cry and scream as his cyare was blasted away from the cliff face and tumbled down towards the water pools at a fast speed. Use the Force, use the Force to slow down, Cody begged in his mind. Hoping and pleading with his cyare to slow his descent down, just like he had done countless times before. But Obi-Wan didn’t, which led Cody to believe that his cyare was hurt from the blast and he couldn’t slow down. Obi-Wan fell at such a speed towards the water that Cody knew that there was no possibility of his cyare surviving.

Once Obi-Wan had fallen out of sight, whatever was controlling them gave way. All of the men collapsed to their knees, ripping their helmets off. Some looked towards the water pools in disbelief, others buried in their faces in their hands, unable to look at what they had done. Blackeye threw his helmet far away from himself and tumbled off the gun, his eyes wide and filled with horror. “Commander!... I’m sorry…I’m so sorry!” cried Blackeye as he stumbled and landed heavily on his knees, his hands clenching the dirt covered rocks.

Cody, somehow still on his feet, with his helmet covering the grief-stricken look on his face, slowly shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault Blackeye,” he stated evenly. He watched as Gearshift and Flycatcher hurried to comfort Blackeye who looked like he was on the verge of breaking down, unshed tears shining in his eyes. Cody noticed Waxer walking towards him, with a concerned look on his face. Cody turned away and marched towards the building, his breaths nothing more than sharp gasps. It wasn’t Blackeye’s fault, because it was his. He gave the order. Obi-Wan was dead because of him.

The same two words repeated in his head.

Blast him.

#codywanweek2021 #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #star wars fic #commander fox #oc clone trooper patch #oc clone trooper manner #day 4: alternative order 66 #order 66 #cw: character death #cw: grief

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dankmemes-of-dantooine · 3 years

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Would you feel comfortable writing Obikin or nah?

Or a crack fic like a potluck picnic at the Jedi Temple? 🧐

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So this started out as a little thing and turned into a slow burn multiple chapter monstrosity. 😅😬this first bit is mostly angsty and fluffy but I promise I will update with the second (maybe third parts?) tonight and hopefully tomorrow. This became a slow burn thats torturing ME LOL. I like a lot of lead up. You’ll learn to love this about me. I hope.

Shoulder Your Burden (part one)

It had been a particularly rotten day, even for war.

The 501st and the 212th had been deployed together to a Separatist stronghold though, which meant Obi-Wan and Anakin would be commanding alongside one another.

The council typically tried to avoid situations like this, not only because in the tragic and unlikely event that both units were wiped out, they would lose some of their best men and potentially two of their best generals, but also because anyone that had spent more than fifteen minutes in a room together with Obi-Wan and Anakin was readily privy to the fact that they tended attract chaos and misadventures.

The fact remained, however, that they were two of the Republic’s cleverest, and had navigated themselves out of dozens of ostensibly no-win scenarios in the past, suffering only minor casualties.

Not to mention that this mission had required a degree of ace flying that not many in the galaxy were capable of, and the two men had years of that under their belts.

Due to a miscalculation, or bit of bad information from and informant, they had found themselves in a Separatist ambush today.

And due to an honest mistake and misjudgment on Anakin’s part, they had lost a lot of men. This settled heavy in Anakins stomach like duracrete. The guilt seeped into every fiber of his being. He’d been foolish and now men were dead.

He had thought that splitting the units and having Obi-Wan’s men ambush from behind and drive the droids into a narrow canyon so they could be picked off easily would be the best move. What their informant hadn’t told them, was that there were already droids waiting in the valley to ambush THEM, and what he had effectively done was corner his men and send them into a slaughter. Their plan had been completely reversed on them, and now the canyon was an abattoir reeking of death, and it was his fault.

The battlefield was permeated with the stench of blood and ozone, and spent blaster fire, and Anakin was steadily becoming overwhelmed. The guilt settled in his stomach along with the heavy stench of death suffered due to his mistakes overcame him. He leaned against a large boulder and wretched, becoming sick.

He wiped his mouth, jumping and weaving over the bodies of fallen clones and droids, trying his best to make it through the narrow canyon alive.

He was steadily being swarmed by battle droids when he saw the transport coming in for a landing at about 80 yards out.

Naturally, once again, Obi-Wan was bailing him out.

He picked up pace, jumping over debris and bodies, scanning for survivors.

He spotted a clone struggling to get out from under a piece of ruined machinery, a tank he thought.

He stopped, ducking to avoid blaster fire, and attempted to force push it off the soldier.

A bolt grazed his hand, flames of pain immediately licking his palm all the way up to his shoulder.

He let a frustrated growl of pain, concentration broken momentarily.

“Leave me, sir! There’s too many.”

Anakin shook his head stubbornly, still trying to move the debris.

“No! You’re making it out of here with me.”

The clone shook his head, gesturing to his ruined legs pinned beneath the hunk of metal.

“No sir, I can’t walk. It’s been a pleasure serving, General Skywalker.”

“No, Dozer,” Anakin grit out through the pain.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s force signature tugging at his.

He deflected a rain of blaster bolts with his saber, still not willing to give up on Dozer.

Just then, a droid lobbed a grenade that landed squarely between the two of them. Anakin reeled back instinctively, placing enough distance between him and the explosive to avoid being filled with shrapnel.

“Dozer!”

Anakin felt himself then being pulled backwards into the transport, along with the meager few clones that had managed to survive the attack.

“No!” He thrashed, trying to dive out of the transport back into the battlefield.

Stop! Anakin we have to go.

He wrenched his arm free of whoever had a hold of him, and watched helpless as the transport doors closed. He took an unsteady breath watching from the view port, bringing a shaking hand up to wipe the blood and sweat from his brow. He stayed there for a moment, trying to push the nauseous guilt from his stomach and the vertigo from his head. His ears rung.

He felt the familiar warm hum of his masters force presence before he felt the hand on his shoulder.

“We received bad information,” Obi-Wan began, immediately absolving Anakin from any responsibility or guilt before he’d even appealed for it. It made him mad.

Anakin shook his head, not looking at his master.

“Rex and Hardcase make it out?” He asked darkly, arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

“Cody?”

“And Waxer, Boil, and Trapper. All accounted for.”

“At least some of them made it out,” he growled darkly, chewing the inside of his cheek,

“Where’s Ahsoka?”

“Medbay, but she’s fi-“

Anakin had already turned on his heel to stride towards Medical to check on his young padawan. She shouldn’t have even been on this mission, and because of him, she could’ve been killed. They could’ve all been killed.

He ignore the pain singing in his own hand, and pushed forward as he strode through the medbay doors that hissed open in front of him.

“Ahsoka?”

his voice was firmer than he intended, laced with the guilt and panic of having more casualties on his hands.

“Over here, Master,” the tired yet evergreenly cheerful voice of his student resounded from the far corner of the medbay where she was being worked on by a diligent medical droid.

“You’re hurt,” he said firmly, eyebrows knitting together as he sat next to her on the cot.

“I’m sorry,” he started, nodding to the injured hand the med droid was busy with.

“Just a couple of broken fingers, Master. I’ve had worse.”

His battle wearied padawan didn’t even acknowledge he blaster burns on her sides or the superficial cut above her brow. He cursed himself for setting a bad example and ignoring injury, and as he considered his, his own injuries thrummed warmly, reminding him he still needed to attend to his wounds.

“You’re staying at the temple until you’re healed,” he started, not meeting her eye until she issued a whine of protest.

“But Master-“

“Ahsoka,” he warned

She quieted, looking down at her wounds.

“And anyways,” he continued, “after today I imagine the whole 501st and 212th will be grounded for awhile. At least until we can heal, and figure out if we’ve got a bad informant or a turncoat on our hands. You need the rest anyways,” he said offering a dull smile, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Yes, Master,” she agreed, offering a similar weak smile.

Anakin stood and strode from the medbay, neglecting to mention his own injuries to the medical droid.

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Anakin found himself standing in front of the viewport, cradling his injured hand in his mechano-hand.

Since he had been foolish enough to neglect to seek attention from the med droids when they were on the Jedi Cruiser or the clone transport, he figured he would just grit through it and handle it himself when the city transport got them to the temple.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan tentatively approach to take a place next to him at the viewport. The two were quiet for a moment, content to merely be in one another’s presence. Their force bond hummed like a live wire between them. Anakin knew that Obi-Wan could feel how taut and raw his nerves were, and it made him squirm. He hated feeling weak and emotionally compromised.

“You’re injured,” Obi-Wan stated after a time.

“I’m alright,” Anakin grit through his teeth.

Obi-Wan drew nearer, half expecting Anakin to hiss at him like a feral Loth-cat.

“Let me see.”

“No.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan sighed, exasperated, already going for the med kit.

“I’m fine, Master.”

“Sit still,” Obi-Wan huffed, dragging the med kit out.

Pain pulsed through Anakin’s hand, making the ends of his fingertips sing with a dull throbbing each time his heartbeat roared in his chest. The gash in his palm was deep, but not enough to need stitches, he thought. It was ugly and singed around the edges, and it would scar.

Obi-Wan took his hand gingerly, and Anakin gasped at the contact.

Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed in concern, guilt dancing darkly in his eyes as he brushed an unspoken apology against their force bond.

Anakin resisted, maintaining a tight clamp on his mental walls. His Master couldn’t know the gasp was simply in response to be handled so gently by him. Anakin had scarcely felt touch that wasn’t hand to hand combat or a rough grip on the shoulder from one of the clones in months. He was a man starved, and he ached.

“Sorry, dear one, I know-“

A sharp hiss through his teeth that was in response to his pain echoed through the ship as Obi-Wan started with cleaning and dressing the wound.

He would flick his eyes up to meet Anakin’s every so often, trying to gauge for pain, but Anakin was looking at the floor, the ceiling, out the viewports, anywhere but the deep empathetic pools of Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan worked diligently and delicately, putting concerted effort into causing the younger man as little pain as was possible when addressing a wound like this. It wasn’t as bad as either of them had originally feared. It would hurt for several days, but Anakin had had worse, and he figured he’d have forgotten he even hurt it within three or four weeks. It would scar, though.

He tapped his thigh, busying his mind with charts, timelines for healing, anything to keep his mind and eyes off of the way his masters eyes pierced into the very core of his being.

They were too deep, and too kind, and they made him feel like he was suffocating. He didn’t deserve the worry and care the man handled him with. It nearly made him angry. He absolutely couldn’t look at him now though, not with the way the concern and guilt and worry washed over him through their force bond. It made him feel safe, but it also made him feel small, like a child. He could handle himself. He wasn’t some clumsy youngling who needed all his little wounds dressed.

He tried to push back cheap reassurances, but Obi-Wan’s energy was so overpowering.

“I’m fine, Master,” he finally managed, his voice thankfully more steadfast and sturdy than he thought he would be able to manage.

“Something troubles you,” he posited softly, finishing work on bandaging his hand.

Anakin shook his head.

Obi-Wan sighed, and Anakin felt a tinge of sadness seep into their force bond before his master clamped down on his emotions.

Obi-Wan patted the newly bandaged hand, letting his hand linger just a moment, a gentle gesture that made Anakin’s stomach flutter.

“All fixed up, dear one. Do try not to lose this hand too.” Half a smile tugged at Obi-Wans tired face.

I’m only teasing.

Anakin rolled his eyes, allowing himself a small smile.

I know.

They weren’t so much words as, impressions of feelings that...felt like words. It was hard to explain to a non force user, but Anakin imagined it was much like how animals communicated. With impressions rather than words.

Obi-Wan’s eyes lingered on Anakin for a moment, hoping he would air whatever ailed him.

Anakin looked at the floor, chewing his cheek.

“Men died today, Master. Because of me.”

Obi-Wan sighed, stroking his beard contemplatively.

“Men died today, because we are at war, Anakin.”

“But ultimately I made the decision. I’m responsible for my men and today-“

he grit his teeth, jaw working against the overdue tears pooling in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to block out the tirade of his feelings crashing over him.

Obi-Wan’s presence brushed against his mind, caressing him warmly like he had since he was a child. It was gold, and warm, and gentle.

Stop.

Anakin pleaded. The kindness overwhelmed him, and crying right now would be mortifying.

Obi-Wan placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder.

“You cannot let the burden of horrors of a whole war you did not start rest on your shoulders, padawan,”

Obi-Wan hummed softly, his thumb gently and subtly rubbing reassuring circles Anakin’s shoulder. It felt like a hot poker, in the best way.

Electricity zipped through his body at the touch, but he grit his teeth against it. Anakin fought the urge to nuzzle into his hand.

“I’m not your padawan-“ he spat.

“Still you call me Master,” Obi-Wan retorted, eyes dancing with hopefulness that Anakin would let his shields down, even for a moment.

Anakin chewed his cheek, finally turning to meet his former master’s eye for what felt like the first time all day.

Obi-Wan was radiant. It felt like Anakin could see the warmth he produced rolling off him in waves. He was long suffering, so patient. He was beautiful. Why did he continue to be so patient with him, Anakin wondered.

I’m here.

The phrase sang against their force bond as Anakin placed his forehead on the older man’s shoulder, allowing Obi-Wan to pull him in for a brief embrace.

Energy thrummed between them, and Anakin felt pinpricks of electricity everywhere their skin touched.

Why did he feel like this? He was sure he hadn’t always. He’d spent long years alongside Obi-Wan, sometimes having no other companions. So why now did he suddenly feel exhilarated each time their skin touched?

Thinking back on it actually, he had always harbored a deep affection for the older man that he assumed all padawans had for their masters. That or, it was his damn tendency to be over emotional. He could never tell if his emotions were bigger and heavier than other Jedi, or if he was just exceptionally bad at controlling them.

Obi-Wan seemed so steadfast, not even radiating with the tremendous grief Anakin knew he must have felt after he lost his master and was immediately stuck with Anakin. Anakin had wept, and he’d only known Qui-Gon a short time. Master Kenobi had remained with a stiff upper lip in those days, serious but not broken, and he certainly didn’t let on that he was hurting. Anakin remembered how it had made him mad, that Obi-Wan could be so unfeeling and unperturbed by death. But he grew to envy that trait over the years.

These thoughts zapped through his mind at light speed, neurons firing and firing again, grasping at missed cogs like a broken droid, as he tried to sort out what exactly hummed in his stomach. If only he could tinker on his brain the way he could tinker on speeders and droids.

“You’re going to the medbay and getting pain pills and antibiotics when we land.” Obi-Wan’s voice seemed to pull him back into his body, grounding him, as it always did.

Anakin groaned, rolling his eyes, pulling away to gather his things and prepare for landing.

“And bacta spray!” Obi-Wan called after him.

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Anakin settled himself into his quarters at the Temple. As he had predicted, the council had grounded both their units for three weeks until they could get to the bottom of what was going on with their informant. Ahsoka, had been granted a full week off. Anakin had found out later that she had been solely responsible for making sure Rex made it out alive, and he figured she deserved the full THREE weeks off. But the council insisted she upkeep her training. Sometimes it felt as though Ahsoka ought to be training him.

Anakin had been expecting a verbal thrashing from the council. He loathed going to council meetings. It made him feel so examined, so naked.

They had sort of thrashed him, but not worse than he was used to. So he was his regular level of sour and displeased upon returning to his quarters. He felt like he’d been sent to his room to think about what he’d done. And think about it, he did. It was all he could think about.

Obi-Wan had offered to swing by and split some Ruby Bliels with him later, and after mulling it over for a moment, he’d decided to oblige.

Anakin knew that Obi-Wan knew they were his favorite, and only offered when he knew Anakin was in his head and really suffering. It made Anakin feel naked and embarrassed to know his old master had such a good read on him, but from time to time he obliged the older Jedi and allowed him to extend the kind gesture.

Still, Anakin was nearly surprised when the soft knocks resounded on his door. He couldn’t be bothered to get up from his spot on the floor where he was meditating, so he flicked his wrist and let the force do the work of opening the door.

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Sorry to leave on a cliff hanger! Tumblr is so mad at me for posting this much text 😂 there’s a lot more. Stay tuned!

Tagging: @haydens-moles @chokemeanakin @anakinswhore @fistmebuckyskywalker

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #obi wan and anakin #obikin #obi wan kenobi #the clone wars #I know this is a lot of lead up #bear with me plz lol #there’s so much more fic lol #this ficc is thicc and tumblr hates me for it

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years

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Commander Cody x Reader: Apart - Part 1

[Author’s Note: Y’all, I’m telling you right now that I sat down to write a Hobbit fanfiction, and then I suddenly started writing this. That’ll happen when I listen to music, it’ll just give me this ideas that I can’t get out of my head.

Anyways, warnings because this one is a tad angsty, and it involves a creepy stranger (but as always, nothing graphic).

I wanted to capture this scenario in a much shorter fic, but I couldn’t seem to cut any of this down. So, consider this Part 1 of 2. Enjoy!

It was a lively evening. The cantina was packed. Droids rolled around with trays of drinks, dodging rowdy customers here and there. One group of soldiers were belting out song lyrics while people around them observed in amusement. Other tables were simply talking and laughing.

You stood frozen at the doorway. Was this really a good idea? Going to 79’s on a night like this meant you might see him. Then again, you only really saw 501st soldiers there at the moment. Dismissing your earlier caution, you went inside.

Being a technician in this war meant meeting a lot of soldiers. Most of your jobs landed you with the 501st and the 212th. There were a few instances you were needed in the heat of battle for immediate repairs. That’s when you met him. He was just a Commander checking your progress on one of the radars one day, and the two of you hit it off. It was only after an incident many months later involving you being taken hostage by Separatist droids did you both make known your feelings for each other. But now, that was all in the past...

“Hey, _______!”

You turned at the sound of your name, spotting two soldiers easily recognizable by their tattoos and hair. One waved you over.

“Kix, Jesse,” you greeted with a smile, claiming the empty seat at their table. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

“Glad to see you too,” Kix nudged you. “Want a drink?”

“Just a little something,” you replied. Finding yourself in a few dicey and even dangerous situations taught you to always be on your guard, so you never liked to have more than one drink.

“‘A little something’ coming right up,” Jesse replied, and he placed an order with a droid nearby. You relaxed a bit in your seat, glad to have found some friends in the crowd to hang out with. However, you still couldn’t fight the feeling that somehow you’d see the one person you really shouldn’t see.

“Is everything okay?” Jesse asked. “You look uneasy.”

“Truth be told, I’m trying to avoid a certain someone.”

The medic and the soldier tensed up, concerned. Jesse glanced around. “Is there someone bothering you? Because we can take care of them, no problem.”

“Is it Fives?” Kix guessed. “Because I’ve told him a million times to stop with the flirting and jokes.”

You nearly laughed, recalling a time Fives ended up tripping while trying to flirt. He was always doing silly stuff like that around you to lighten the mood when things got tough. “No, no! He’s fine. It’s, um, more complicated than that.”

“What do you mean?” Jesse inquired. By now, the droid had returned to the table with your drink. You sipped it, debating on whether you should mention anything.

“Wait,” Kix raised a brow knowingly. “Is it who I think it is?”

Your eyes met his.

“Oh my goodness, it is.”

Jesse’s brows furrowed. “Wait, what? Am I missing something here?”

You managed a smile at your medic friend. “I’m impressed, Kix. You actually managed to keep my secret even from your best friend.” Then you looked back at Jesse and took a deep breath. “Cody and I were...a couple.”

Jesse’s eyes went wide before he nodded in understanding. “Ohhh, so that’s what this is about?”

“Oh, so Kix did tell you already.” You rolled your eyes at Kix, and he gave a guilty shrug.

“He’s our friend,” he defended. “He wasn’t going to tell anyone.”

“Yeah, even after hearing that you guys were splits-ville, I didn’t say a word,” Jesse pointed out bluntly. Both you and Kix gave him looks. “Oh, sorry. Not helping.”

“Anyway,” you shook your head. “Cody broke it off with me.”

“That’s one thing I don’t get,” Jesse cut in. “How did that happen?”

“Well, he said it was fun for a while, all the secrecy and stuff, but that he wasn’t interested anymore. He said he was tired of ‘the game,’ but I didn’t understand… Never once did I get the impression that he wasn’t serious about us. Not once did he give indication that it was just for fun. I thought he cared for me like I cared for him.”

“All due respect to my superior, but what a nerf herder.”

“Jesse,” Kix pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What? I said with ‘all due respect.’ Besides, how many times do guys like us find something real like that? He’s a bantha-brain for throwing it away.”

“My goal isn’t to talk bad about him; I just don’t want to see him tonight. It’s only been a few weeks.”

“Don’t want to see him, eh?” Jesse grimaced. “In that case, don’t look now.”

Your brows shot up in disbelief. “What?”

“He’s behind you,” Kix affirmed. “Just act natural. I don’t think he sees you.”

“I can’t believe this. You’d think with how often he was away on duty so many times that it’d be easier to avoid him now that we’re broken up. So, what’s he doing?”

Kix sipped his drink, acting casual. “He’s with Rex. They’re probably catching up.”

“Oh,” Jesse mumbled. “He’s looking this way now.”

“Great,” you muttered. “I shouldn’t have come here. This is embarrassing.”

“Just act like you’re having fun. Better yet, actually have fun,” Kix advised. “Kick back, finish your drink, and find a dance partner.”

“Dance partner, huh?” A man said suddenly. He clearly wasn’t a Republic soldier. He had white hair and dark eyes that stared back into yours; a smirk played on his lips. “How about I be your dance partner for the evening?”

Without thinking, you blurted, “sure. I’ll meet you out there.”

His smirk grew. “Don’t be long.” As soon as he walked away, your friends looked at you in surprise.

“Him?” Jesse asked in disbelief. “I’ve seen a lot of shady characters, but he is by far the shadiest. Terrible ladies man. He’s here all the time trying to pick up women.”

You stood up. “It’ll be fine. It’s just a dance, after all.”

“Pretty sure he’s not very respectful towards women either!” he called after you, though you didn’t hear over the music. He turned to his other friend. “She’s going to get hurt.”

“She is hurt,” Kix exhaled loudly. “That’s why she’s doing this. I’m telling you right now, if that guy even speaks to her inappropriately, he’s going to regret it.”

“Looks like you might not be the only one who’ll make him regret it,” Jesse muttered.

“Huh?” Kix glanced over to see Cody staring down the strange man as you approached.

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“What is she doing?” Cody muttered, watching you walk to the dance floor with a stranger across the cantina. “He’s got to be the shadiest character here. Why is she even talking to him?”

Rex sipped his drink. “Are you sure you’re not just feeling...jealous?”

“Well of course I am. I love her.”

“To be fair,” the captain ventured. “You did break things off with her. Even if it was for her protection, you didn’t exactly tell her that.”

“How could I?” Cody replied, finally tearing his eyes from you and the stranger to look at the Captain. “She would never have listened to me. With me out on the front lines- always away and always at risk of getting killed- how could I keep putting her through that? Would you ever do that to someone?”

“Cody, you’re a good man and a good soldier, but you’re being dramatic,” Rex stated. “If I were you and found someone who cared about me like that, I’d never let go.” He finished off his drink, and gave his comrade a pat on the shoulder before leaving him with that thought.

“Dramatic,” Cody echoed to himself. “Very funny, Rex.” He took note of the two troopers you had been sitting with before, Kix and Jesse, who were talking amongst themselves at this point. They both locked eyes with him briefly before quickly looking in different directions.

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Meanwhile, you hadn’t thought twice about dancing with the stranger at first until you approached him on the floor. This was suddenly starting to feel like a bad idea.

“Hey there.” His smirk made your skin crawl. “Looking for me?”

You forced a smile. “Um, yeah.”

He started moving to the music. “The name’s Rylar.”

“________.”

Fortunately, the upbeat music meant you could dance near him without him wrapping his arms around you or anything odd. Still, each time you happened to meet his stare, your anxiety about the situation grew. He was attractive at first glance, but up close his face seemed long and thin, pale skin contrasting greatly with the dark abysses that were his eyes. Glancing over your shoulder, you locked eyes with the person you wished to be dancing with.

Part 2

#commander cody #clone wars #imagine #reader insert #commander cody x reader #clone wars fanfiction #cody imagine #cody x reader

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devilangel657 · 4 years

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Story idea for obi wan but ANGST (no i do not have time to actually write this... Too many other unfinished fics. Anyone can take this as long as i can read it when ur done) also warning for obi wan not wanting to exist - as is erased from timeline/narrative. Everyone proves him wrong.

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So after original trilogy people (in the afterlife/force. This all happens afterwards) subtly try to start blaming obi wan for not training anakin well enough to not fall. It doesnt really gain traction as it has been a while but the effects are really interesting to see.

Then sequel trilogy happens and then there are more people that try to find where everything went wrong and obi wan is a really good scapegoat. Because its obi wan and angst.

So obi wan is slowly pushed out of the groups and decides that if he was not involved (him not given to jedi, him not being born ect.) Then the world can be more, right? The republic wouldnt have fallen, qui gon could live, anakin wont fall, ect.

So he and the force (no the force doesnt work like that except it does now) have this thing so it is like time travel/'best world'/what if thing.

So the prequels 'start' and even before that as 'normal' but there are people that feel something is missing. Like a child was supposed to be there, a friend, a colleague, a jedi, a random person that you met, know and other stuff but when you turn there is no one there but an impression of red hair, a laugh, some sayings, a swish of a robe/lightsaber.

It goes as canon but obi wan is missing in life and memories - cant miss what you never know right? But the force and others know someone important is missing.

Then the clone wars happen. And clones (212th, 501st, others who met obi wan) and everyone is starting to notice a huge presence missing. Bc obi wan was a diplomat - then taught anakin while still going to them - and in clone wars was a celebrity, a mascot and high general as well as in charge or at least 1/3rd of the entire GAR (paperwork). Now this is even bigger of being exasperated of the general losing cloaks and his lightsaber and not going to sleep. But that isnt their general. There isnt a flirtatious jedi general with little sense.

So now the galaxy is now aware of what the jedi and few diplomatic mission planets are aware of - someone is supposed to be here yet is not.

Then this is where it gets crazy. Prequels and clone wars (and little rebels) are aware of someone missing.

See... Obi wan thought if everything went wrong bc he was there then it would be better if he wasnt, right? No one would notice if it was a better timeline.

Wrong.

So here it gets handwavey. The ppl from original and sequel (yes rebels at their prime + maybe rogue 1) trilogy all are here to put the missing one back into existence. No it doenst matter about how good or bad the future has gotten - this one important person is missing and needs to be here.

Jedi and others track down feelings and other things about what they know about this missing person with everyone chipping in and getting a picture about them.

Stuff happens and they find obi wan but have to convince him that he needs to exist in the world with them because he is a hole and the galaxy is less without him.

Obi wan is all how did you find me, why and they do not know him in this timeline. But they convince him even with him telling them about his timeline and they are all horrified and angry about how he was treated when they can feel this gaping ache from him missing.

So they gain memories of him and everything is restored. As if he never was gone. Except the few that were really close to him (several jedi (u decide who most likely plo and mace), his lineage, cody and rex, original main cast, sequel main cast) remember what he said as excuses for not existing and fix everything.

Main original and sequel trilogy remember a worse timeline and finding obi wan when they old enough. But the world is better bc of the prequel and clone wars teams taking down everything bad. No order 66, no anakin falling. Ect.

Also decide if obi wan remembers not existing before being put back, is faking not remembering or just doesnt remember until later.

So... Angsty fix it!

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loridrabbles · 5 years

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“Don’t leave me. Don’t you dare leave me.” for Fives and his s/o fic

Don't Leave Me (Fives x Reader)

Warnings: Subtle nod to smut, cussing, angsty as hell.

You and Fives had been the power couple of the republic. There was never a moment you weren't together. You shared every thought, and every feeling with one another, every hardship one of you faced, the other was there to help them through.

As you stood, watching your lover drop to his knees, blaster bolt piercing his heart, your life together flashed before your eyes.

"Babe? What happened. Why are you so happy?" You asked.

"Echo and I were promoted to ARC troopers." He was going to wait to tell you so he could tease you and make you guess, but he was so lost in his excitement, he couldn't contain it.

"Fives! I'm so proud of you!" When did this happen?" You responded excitedly, jumping up into a hug.

"Just today. I ran here to tell you."

Months passed.

"Fives? What's wrong?" You asked noticing the unusually solemn look on his face. He didn't respond. "Fives?"

"Echo. He-" His voice caught in his throat, and he brought his hand up to his face. "He didn't make it."

"Hun...I'm so sorry." You said wrapping your arms around him. You stayed there for what felt like hours as he cried into your shoulder.

Months passed.

"You'll never guess what happened on Umbara." Fives said running to you as he returned from battle. His hug felt cold, like something wrong, but there was mischief in his voice. He kissed your cheek. "I missed you so much."

"Tell me everything." You pulled him onto the couch in your room and the two of you spend hours in eachother embrace, sipping caf, and talking about the highs and lows of the battle.

Months passed.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Well, you and Fives did spend some rather intimate times together, but you were still shocked. Two little pink testers lay in the sink, both reading (+). You were pregnant. Fives was the father. You were going to be parents.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you discarded the testers and ran to find Fives. During all of his troubles trying to uncover the Republoc conspiracy, he needed a little good news to lift his spirits. You finally found him, hunched over a computer.

"Fives. Fives!" You ran up to him, chanting his name. "Fives, guess what."

"Hm." He was startled, but turned to meet you with a smile. You sat sideways on his lap and threw your arms around his neck then kissed him on the cheek. "What?" He asked.

"I'm pregnant." You said. He couldn't immediately respond. His mouth dried up and tears stung his eyes.

"Y-you are?" He choked out.

"Yes! Actually I'm nearly 3 months along." You said smiling from ear to ear. Again he didn't say a word, just cried, burying his face in your chest. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no. Not at all. I'm just so happy." He looked up at you, tears sparkling in his dark brown eyes.

That was a couple weeks ago. Fives lay on the ground, Rex at his side. You threw yourself at him and took him into your arms.

"Fives. Don't do this." You cried. "Look at me." You cradled his cheeks, trying to keep him conscious. You rested your forehead on his as you whispered a prayer, your own tears landing on his cheeks.

"What is it? Are you having a boy or a girl." He choked out.

"It's a girl, Fives. We're having a girl." You whispered your response.

"Its over, (y/n). The nightmares are over. I love you so much." The brightness in his eyes faded.

"No." You sobbed and kissed him softly. "Don't leave me. Don't you dare leave me."

"Rex." He coughed. "Take care of them. Take care of my girls." With his last words, his final breath passed through his lips, his twinkling eyes faded to a dull brown, and the color left his rosy cheeks.

"No!" You cried heaving sobs as you lay across his chest. You felt Rex put his arms around your shoulders and pull you away from your lovers body.

"Come on (y/n)." He said softly. "You don't need to be here right now. It's going to be alright. Come on."

You had no energy to fight him, so you stood up and walked towards the guards to leave the room. You spotted Fox and threw yourself at him, fruitlessly throwing punches at his armored chest.

"Fuck you, Fox! Fuck you!" You screamed. "You took everything!"

Rex came behind you and grabbed your arms, pulling you towards him and away from Fox. You gave up on throwing punches and leaned into Rex.

"Shh. Calm down. Everything is going to be ok." He said. You just sobbed, leaning on him to prevent yourself from collapsing and you finally made it out of that damned room.

Bitch I almost cried writing this

#star wars #the clone wars #clone troopers #clones #swtcw #clone trooper rex #clone trooper echo #clone trooper Fives #fives x reader #arc trooper fives #high fives #fives #clone trooper Fives x reader #angst #star wars angst #clone wars #area 51

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I practically read through the entirety of the STAR WARS Rare Pair 2018 Exchange and, jeez, this fandom just has its hooks in me so hard, I love these characters and this world and the wonderful creativity of the fandom! I may often go back to the same tropes that I always love, but there’s also always something new and interesting, some new corner to explore, some new character or relationship to give focus to, some new AU to help fix things. And fandom is really great about giving me the things I want to read a hundred times over and finding cool new things! So, here, have some both! STAR WARS FIC RECS: TIME TRAVEL RECS: ✦ Asajj Ventress and Her Tiny Time-Travelling Conscience by shadowsong26, asajj & luke & cast, 2.4k wip We all love time travel fics, right? Here’s one with Luke. Tiny, precious, ten-year-old Luke. Who accidentally travels back in time to the last year/year and a half of the Clone Wars. And lands on Ventress. PREQUELS RECS: ✦ Red Sky at Morning by darth_vaporwave, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & yoda & plo & quinlan & luminara & cast, 16.8k Master Ahsoka’s off on a short mission without Obi-Wan, which suits Anakin just fine. There’s something up with Obi-Wan. That last mission he went on by himself, where he got hurt, really took something out of him, and Anakin’s going to figure out what it is. But first, he’s got to figure out why their filing project went so wrong… ✦ untitled by stonefreeak, mace & cast, ~1k Mace scrubs a hand across his face, trying to keep a clear head even as the council meeting drags on. ✦ Punch-Drunk by bell (belldreams), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, ~1k “Am I the only one who’s not gone punch-drunk over fruit?!” Anakin explodes. ✦ Precipice by shadowsong26, anakin & padme & obi-wan & luke & leia & bail & ahsoka & rex & cast, 165.3k wip An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall. ✦ Dance Softly Through by Lady_Katana4544, ahsoka/barriss & cast, 3.3k She’s still reeling from the parasite in her mind and confused about her feelings towards Ahsoka. Barriss hasn’t known the other Padawan long, but she wants to get to know Ahsoka more if they ever have a chance. ✦ Leitmotif by FireflyFish, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2.2k Anakin can hear music that no one else can. Some of it is beautiful. Some of it haunting. But his music? His music is terrifying. ✦ Chosen, not assigned by Lysore, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2.2k “It looks like our problems are solved. Fresh troops, new supplies, and perhaps they brought my new Padawan with them,” Obi-Wan had said. Though there seemed to be a misunderstanding regarding the identity of the Master of said Padawan. ✦ The Last Jedi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & palpatine & cast, 2.3k “The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back.” - Revenge of the Sith ✦ To Traverse the Center of Your Heart by JumpingJill, mon/padme & obi-wan & bail & cast, 6.1k Padmé survives giving birth to the twins. Mon has a front row seat to the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire. Somehow, they continue. ✦ Hearing by Bythoseburningembers, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 11.4k wip Takes place immediately after Crisis on Naboo, and follows Anakin and Obi-wan as they try to heal a broken friendship in the face of lies and a never-ending war. ✦ Every hand’s a winner by MirandaTam, adi & han & qi'ra, 1.6k Corellia has more than its fair share of troubles. Adi Gallia has more than her fair share of headaches. ✦ Raising Up Hope by dreamiflame, obi-wan/padme, 1.5k Family is what you make of it. Padmé, Obi-Wan and the twins are trying to make it work. ✦ Stitches and Time by ladyarcherfan3, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & ocs, 4k Alara Nel is a seamstress who keeps getting an unusually large number of orders for Jedi robes from an Obi-Wan Kenobi. Over the years, she learns why and gets to know the Jedi a little bit better. ✦ Balance Point by Vinyarie, anakin & ahsoka, 6.3k wip Ahsoka wakes up trapped beneath the rubble of the Sith temple on Malachor with the man currently known as Darth Vader. He’s a Sith lord who has done some truly awful things, but she’s certain that some part of him is still Anakin Skywalker, and she’s going to convince him of that. No matter how many times he tries to kill her for it. ✦ Refuge by Ljparis, rainydayadvocate, obi-wan/padme, 2k On Mustafar, Padmé takes matters into her own hands. Obi-Wan is there for her when the dust settles. ✦ The Pleasures of Life by AngelQueen, obi-wan/padme, NSFW, 6.2k During her early months as a Senator, an irritating soirée takes an interesting, unexpected turn for Padmé. ✦ Along Our Twisted Path by ambiguously, anakin/ahsoka & cast, nsfw, 12.5k Ahsoka steps out of the World Between Worlds, but not into the galaxy she remembers. ✦ Difference in Degrees by maebmad, obi-wan/anakin/padme (pre-relationship?) & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.6k wip An anthology of stories in a universe that is both better and worse than the one we know, in various ways. It is difficult to sort each part into good and bad, after all, when everything is so often both. Evil is not created overnight. Empires are not built in a day. Good intentions don’t guarantee righteous acts. ✦ he will tear your city down by collegefangirl3791, obi-wan & cast, 11.8k wip Obi-Wan planned to keep a low profile on Tatooine, after Order 66. He was there to protect Luke, and that was all. ✦ Getting to Know You by ambiguously, thrawn/padme, 2.8k Padmé has agreed to this. That doesn’t mean she’s happy about it. ✦ Let My Second Love Be Kind by nichestars, obi-wan/padme & cast, 3.1k When Padmé holds her children in her arms for the first time, she thinks: This is the fewest number of beings with which I have been entrusted since I was twelve years old. ✦ Wedding Braids by skatzaa, bail/breha, 1.7k Breha meets her reflection’s gaze. She was right: the glow from her pulmonodes turns her dress from pink fabric into a living sunset. But she hadn’t anticipated the way the light would catch on the loops and curls of her wedding braids as they cascade over her shoulders. ✦ Warm me up by Ljparis, bail/breha, 3.1k After enjoying a brisk winter hike in the mountains of Alderaan, Bail and Breha get trapped at the Antilles’ family cabin during a snowstorm. ✦ The Very Best of Acquaintances by Skyberrie (LyaStark), bail/breha, 1.5k It wasn’t love at first, second, or even twentieth sight for Bail and Breha. But they managed to get there just the same. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Each Day Is Your Last by Nisa, obi-wan/anakin & mace & dex, NSFW, 15.4k I have always wanted to write what really happened after the Poster Boy scene in ROTS. ✦ Don’t Let This End by SoftlyFocused, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 4.9k Anakin is frustrated by how devastatingly handsome Obi-Wan looks at one of Padmé’s political parties, he gets drunk to cope. Obi-Wan is frustrated with how needy and demanding Anakin has been, he gets drunk to punish him. Both of them really need to release some tension after this seemingly endless war. ✦ Miasma by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & rex & cody & fives & kix & cast, sith!obi-wan, 12.6k wip Obi-Wan never believed his best friend and lover Anakin would die first. But he has. ✦ Nice to Meet You Again by darlingamidala, obi-wan/anakin/padme, soul mates, 3.3k A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, three people met, and fell into a love so deep that it bound their very souls together for all eternity. ✦ To Be Found by darlingargents, obi-wan/anakin/padme, 7.1k When Anakin and Obi-Wan are caught during a battle and imprisoned alone for weeks, it leads to some revelations. From Coruscant, Padmé, with the help of Ahsoka, is tracking them down – and coming to some realizations of her own. ✦ A Gift for the Hurting by by Petralice, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k I’m not even gonna try to be fancy here; this is self-indulgent Obikin smut. They’re banging, folks. ✦ Bedroom Hymns by JediMistress, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, spanking, bondage, bdsm, d/s, 10.9k wip Anakin Skywalker is a young student with some kinky interests, and his search for a Dom leads him to Obi-Wan, a former professional. Obi-Wan has retired, but their purely professional kinky relationship changes the lives of both men. How long can they keep it professional? And what happens when they start falling for each other? ✦ 36 Questions by thelivingcontradiction, obi-wan/anakin, 24.9k wip In a study by psychologist Arthur Aron, they found that strangers would fall in love when asked to answer 36 questions together. ✦ Exile Vilify by nessa_j, obi-wan/anakin, nsfw, 1.4k Anakin struggles with the horrors of war, Obi-Wan tries to offer comfort. ✦ feening by mexicanfood420, obi-wan/anakin & padme & cast, 15k wip Anakin Skywalker, an angsty mess of hormones and resentment, is thrust elegantly into the hands of temptation, and is expected to turn down every little thing he’s ever desired. ✦ The Blessed by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin/padme, soul mates, 1.4k Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker can see something few others can, a special gift the Force gives only to those with a soulmate: color. ✦ Saber’s Hilt by lovelykenobi, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.3k Anakin’s a boy with a mouth and a sassy attitude. Obi-Wan reacts accordingly. ORIGINAL TRILOGY RECS: ✦ whatever a sun will always sing is you by victoria_p (musesfool), luke & leia & cast, 2.2k Leia has a lot of things to do, but first, she needs to speak with Luke. ✦ Edges of the World by glompcat, leia & luke & anakin & padme & han & ahsoka & ventress & sana & bail & breha & obi-wan & cast, 228.4k wip Leia Organa finds herself stuck in a strange alternate/parallel universe where the Empire never came to exist. Meanwhile, trying to navigate a galaxy ruled by the Sith weren’t exactly the Jedi Trials Leia Skywalker had expected. ✦ If That Mockingbird Won’t Sing by ambiguously, obi-wan/beru, 3.1k Obi-Wan brings Luke to the Lars homestead only to discover Owen Lars isn’t there any more. ✦ Gingerbread Cottage All Covered in Sweets by ambiguously, luke/leia & anakin, NSFW, dark themes, 7.1k Luke will do anything for Leia, even if it means seducing her to the Dark Side. ✦ Bedtime Stories by kurage_hime, obi-wan & leia & cast, 1.1k Prompt: Leia being so madly in love with tales of Obi-Wan Kenobi and crushin’ so hard on him IS MY JAM. Doesn’t have to be requited, or happen irl (I don’t mind if it does). ✦ Only In Memory by rainydayadvocate, han/qi'ra & han/leia (sort of implied) & cast, 2.4k Han, Leia, Luke, and Chewie are on sent on a fuel supply run, and Han suspects the supplier is someone from his past, someone that probably belongs there. ✦ Contentment by WritLarge, obi-wan/owen/beru & luke, ~1k Both Owen and Beru had harangued him once they’d determined that he was harmless, relatively speaking. When tempting him with kindness and physical comfort hadn’t worked, Beru had begun guilting Ben. ✦ Truth by ambiguously, obi-wan/beru/owen & cast, 4.2k Kenobi brings Beru and Owen a child to raise. ✦ Midnight by lilyconrad, obi-wan/luke, 1.1k A gentle moment between two twined in the Force, set just before A New Hope begins. ✦ φοῖνιξ by ambiguously, luke/leia, 1.8k Everything in Luke’s life has burned to ash. REBELS RECS: ✦ Four Doors by veritascara, hera & mon & cast, 10.8k Hera and the Ghost crew return to Yavin IV, where she must confront tough decisions about what her future will look like. ✦ Speculation by Nana, zeb/kallus & ap-5, 1k “AP-5,” Kallus said, “are you under the impression that Captain Orrelios and I are involved, romantically?” “It is common knowledge at the base, sir. You don’t have to deny it just because I am a droid.” ✦ roisters by spookykingdomstarlight, zeb/kallus, 1.8k For once, he is willing to put aside his thoughts and act. “Garazeb,” he says, because he is the only one who calls Zeb by his full name and because he’s noticed the way Zeb’s fur ripples in pleasure after he says it and somewhere in the back of his mind he knows that means something. “A word?” SEQUELS RECS: ✦ We Met in Blood and Dust by lucymonster, leia/amilyn, 1.5k Life is only ever a borrowed possession. Amilyn has borrowed twice now. ✦ never gonna get too close to you (even if it hurts) by bittersnake, luke/sana & finn & hux & cast, 2k Sometimes death brings second chances. ✦ The storms are raging on a rolling sea by ambiguously, rey/phasma, nsfw, 5.2k Rey is searching for an old Jedi temple and finds someone she was never expecting to see again. ✦ The Warm Sunlight by tspofnutmeg, rey, 1.5k A Jedi knight, that’s what Rey is now. Well, she has been for a while, but she was hesitant to take on the title. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE!

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #obikin #obianidala #ahsoka tano #luke skywalker #leia organa #hera syndulla #rey #fic recs #star wars fic recs

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makeste · 6 years

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KHR 065: Motivational Tomatoes

Before we get back to the action, this chapter featured the first-ever character poll results, and do you know who got first place?

That’s right! This is the one and only time he will ever make it into the top two, let alone beat out his beloved boss (and it wasn’t even close). The rest of the character poll results are here, for anyone who enjoys these things and feels validated (like I do) when other people also like their fave.

Moving on to the chapter!

I can’t believe Gokudera fucking died right when he was voted the most popular character in Japan.

THIS WAS A COMEDY MANGA

Honestly, it’s fascinating to see Tsuna freeze up in a situation like this. I think it might be the only time it ever happens? Before this arc, he had never been in a situation this bad. And after this arc… well, we all know he’s a bit of a changed man after this arc.

But for right now, he’s useless! At least he doesn’t just straight up abandon Gokudera, though.

This would be a great time for a really handsome fellow to make a flashy entrance.

I honestly don’t know how this smiling idiot never made it to #1 on any of the polls. Criminally underappreciated. Who do I have to fight to get him the respect he deserves.

On a side note, Tsuna’s expression when Yamamoto is going “WHE-W” is legendary. It’s such a perfect “Ohmygod what just happened… am I dead??!” look. No, Tsuna, you’re alive! You were saved by this fucking guy who’s got the best timing since the fucking T-rex at the end of the first Jurassic Park.

I can’t really blame the school, given that half its student body is currently laid out missing all their teeth. If anything they should have been closed to begin with.

Those girls from the previous chapter are just walking all over the damn town complaining about this fight. Bless you, girls.

I freaking love how Yamamoto hears “kid in a fight” and immediately thinks, “Gokudera.”

NOOOO MY LITTLE BOY [PETS HIS HEAD] [CALLS 911] [CALLS SOCIAL SERVICES] [ADOPTS!!] [KNITS HIM A WEASLEY FAMILY SWEATER!!!]

DAMN IT LOOK AT HIM JUST LYING THERE QUIETLY WITH HIS WRIST ALL FLOPPY AND HIS HAIR IN FRONT OF HIS EYES FUCK ME

Fortunately, Yamamoto knows how to express this exact same mood, but with like 1000x more aggression.

I’m not sure when exactly I started shipping 8059, but I do know that if I wasn’t already, after this panel I was all aboard that ship ready to never set foot on dry land ever again.

Also, Yamamoto is so fucking awesome Jesus Christ.

WHICH MAKES IT SO MUCH BETTER!!!

Also, later on in this chapter there’s a scene where Yamamoto cheerfully refers to it as “the mafia role-play” yet again, but you are kidding yourself if you think there’s any chance that this little murder butterfly, freshly emerged from his natural born hitman cocoon, actually believes it’s a game after this scene. GOKUDERA DYING IS NOT SPECIAL EFFECTS. I 100% believe he’s only playing along because it’s simpler that way.

Look at this idiot. Word of advice: if Yamamoto ever looks at you with that sort of expression, YOU FUCKING RUN and don’t look back. Better yet, don’t hurt his boyfriend in the first place and it won’t come to this.

ARE YOU WETTING YOUR PANTS YET CHIKUSA??

HE’S SO ANGRY sob I’m living for it so much! Also, of COURSE he’s number two on the list. Of course he is. Second only to Hibari. At least Fuuta fucking appreciates how amazing he is.

Let’s be real, he just knew Yamamoto was ready to kick his ass from here to ten years in the future.

SAVE HIM OH MY GOD!!!

CUT TO NAMIMORI JUNIOR HIGH

This makes me wish we could have gotten some sort of really tense, Godfather-esque hospital fight scene at some point in the series. I would have enjoyed that.

Anyhow, interesting that they have no problem sending the characters to the hospital in later arcs, even when it’s arguably just as dangerous (most notably during the Inheritance Arc, when someone had obviously tried to kill Yamamoto, and was still out there). So clearly, Gokudera only gets sent to the school in this instance so Shamal can be there to remind us all how useless he is. Even though he does save Gokudera’s life by treating the poison. I GUESS.

That’s going to go over real well.

Gokudera’s life in a nutshell.

I freaking love how Bianchi is constantly trying to pick a fight with Yamamoto Takeshi, the world’s nicest human. I like to think it’s because she already knows he’s going to marry her brother one day.

Yamamoto’s Chopper-esque deer-in-headlights look needs to be framed and put on my wall.

“Did you think we were done with the angst?” Amano asks, a sadistic gleam in her eye.

I was actually praying that we weren’t! And my prayers were answered.

YES TSUNA, BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. LET THAT GUILT FLOW THROUGH YOU. LORD PLEASE LET NO ONE COME AND RUIN THIS WONDERFULLY ANGSTY MOMENT.

WHY CAN WE NEVER HAVE NICE THINGS IN THIS MANGA

Is he a lizard? Is he a caterpillar? Where did he come from? Why does he exist?

These are things we don’t question. Just accept and move on.

WE REALLY COULD HAVE USED YOUR HELP WHEN GOKUDERA WAS FUCKING DYING

“The most terrible of mafia criminals”, oh and also, later on, a bunch of (mostly) innocent kids whose ancestors once casually made a deadly and irresponsible bet. (I say ‘mostly’ because Kaoru was guilty of ATTEMPTED MURDER. NEVER FORGET.)

This is officially the first mention of the Vindice, though. Sure would be hilarious if these guys ended up being the final villains or something wild like that.

Yes, of course they’re the same person. Why would Reborn randomly be telling you about two completely unrelated Rokudo Mukuros?

OF COURSE THEY’RE IN THE MAFIA. WHERE ELSE WOULD KAKIPI BE HAILING FROM. THE INTERNATIONAL YO-YO FEDERATION? YOU REALLY THINK THE IYYF HAS IT IN FOR NAMIMORI STUDENTS FOR SOME REASON

Nah it still counts as mafia.

Hey, it’s Mukuro! What an elegant transition.

[INSERT NEYMAR JOKE]

Mukuro goes on to act really callous here, but take note of that “!” bubble above his head when Chikusa flops to the ground. Is he just surprised, or is could it possibly be… concern????? I honestly don’t know, so let’s just say it’s both, with him then proceeding to go all-in on the show of amused apathy right afterwards to hide it.

Oh yeah and he’s also excited because Chikusa’s finally gotten them a lead.

Were you seriously going to eat your friend why are you guys such shitheads in this arc.

I guess… he’s got a lot of faith in Chikusa, at least? Man, compared to this, Gokudera suddenly seems amazingly well off, even with his lack of a hospital, his doctor that doesn’t treat men, and his sister who’s more likely to kill him than cure him.

Reborn, please talk some sense into this spiraling young man who needs to be dragged into his leadership role of destiny by force if need be!

In all fairness, he doesn’t know he’s going to be a fucking superhero by the end of the day.

At any rate, Reborn is not the only one who thinks it’s finally Tsuna’s moment to shine!

I would kill to see one of these reports from Reborn to the Ninth. Tell me someone has written a fic about them. I’m obsessed with this.

Twelve hours?? Geez no pressure.

100 YEARS WORTH OF TOMATOES.

Tsuna. Now you gotta.

Now you really gotta.

Haha. The Ninth is sitting there at his desk like, “What should I say to motivate him? How about tomatoes? Everyone likes tomatoes. But just in case, I’ll also threaten to kill him if he says no.”

As we all know, at this stage of his development, Tsuna is fucking great under pressure, so he immediately pretends he hasn’t heard anything, screams that it has nothing to do with him, and runs off in a panic.

Which is actually exactly what he needs to do to end up getting a reality check!

NO IT’S NOT

This is exactly why Reborn is the tutor and the Ninth is just the old guy with money. “Rather than seducing him with tomatoes, I’ll just remind him that no matter what, he can’t escape this shit anyway, and if he sits around and does nothing he’s fucking screwed.”

Like, it sounds cruel, but it’s exactly what he needs to hear. Along with this.

Things I love:

Reborn’s complete faith that deep down, Tsuna already knows the right thing to do.

Reborn understanding that there’s a layer of fear/panic/anxiety that he has to cut through in order to get to that essential core of Tsuna. (I mean, that’s the very concept of the Dying Will bullet right there.)

Reborn knowing exactly what to say to activate that inner strength.

Tsuna’s scared-but-resolved face when he thinks about Ryohei and Kyoko and Gokudera.

The fact that Kusakabe is included in the montage (s-sob).

One day I will write an essay about how I believe that this single sentence sums up Reborn’s entire endgame for Tsuna in a nutshell. And when I say “endgame”, I mean endgame endgame. As in BOSS endgame.

Seriously, he’s known from the start that this is what propels Tsuna. Not fame or power. Not even “purer” abstract concepts like ~the greater good~ or ~doing the right thing~. It has to be personal; it has to be his friends, his family, someone that he cares about. Because he is thirteen, and still self-centered, and so right now, something like this is the only thing that can break through that layer of teenage apathy and reluctance. The threat has to be real and close and tangible, and it has to be personal.

And even later on, when he’s matured a bit more and is saving the future and junk, this is still the key motivator. Tsuna has so much potential to be a force for good and light and hope in the world. But if you want him to be a damn hero, you have to give him someone to save.

OR JUST GIVE HIM TOMATOES

Look at the gritted teeth. It’s working.

This is Tsuna’s equivalent of that Yamamoto rage face earlier in this chapter. Look how different it is. I love this about Tsuna.

HIBARI WASN’T ACTUALLY THE MAIN CHARACTER, THOUGH

Reborn! Tell him!

MOSTLY DEAD IS SLIGHTLY ALIVE!!!!

Half an hour after being killed, Gokudera returns good as new! Reading this chapter for the first time, ten-years-ago makeste breathes a sigh of relief that her favorite character isn’t going to get left out just when the series is finally having a real fucking arc. We got our angst and the happy ending too! BOOM, did it, had it both ways no regrets.

[INSERT MONTY PYTHON REFERENCE]

YAAAAAAY

YOU KNOW FULL WELL IT’S NOT

AND MY AXE

AND JUST LIKE THAT HE’S FUCKING DEAD AGAIN

This may just be the greatest sequence of entrances in history.

Back when they had so few fighting characters that they needed to toss in Bianchi as a fourth. Those were the days.

You shall be the Fellowship of the Rings… wait, no, that’s next arc.

I don’t know why we needed a fucking roadmap to understand this plan of “we’re going to their hideout”, but okay.

OHO, INTRIGUE

It’s Fuuta!

That’s right, friends! In addition to Hibari Kyoya, Mukuro has also kidnapped an eight-year-old. He’s so evil!

…But redemption is coming for you, you pineapple-shaped kufufuing motherfucker. Just you wait.

#khr #katekyo hitman reborn #yay old chapter #sawada tsunayoshi #gokudera hayato #yamamoto takeshi #bianchi #reborn #rokudo mukuro #I'll save you the trouble of skipping ahead to the end of this arc which is chapter 81 #in the end #despite doing everything the ninth asked of him #tsuna does not in fact ever get those tomatoes

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Bad jokes and Perfect hair

Hope you get well soon! May I make a request for a fanfic once you’re better? I thought I’d seen a primeval fic written by you once before so can I please request a Becker x female reader fic? Feel free to write whatever plot you’d like but nothing too angsty and a happy ending please :)

Captain Hilary James Becker x Female Reader For Anon Words: 2007

Always send me Primeval Reqs, Connor Temple remains to be my ideal man. Part of this is taken from Jurassic Park 2.

“I’m not being rude, I’m just surprised you have friends.” Becker had chided at Connor when he’d first mentioned you. “Well, actually, that was very rude.” Connor said and looked to Abby for backup who rolled her eyes at the men. That was the first time Becker had learnt of your existence, it seemed like forever ago now but he remembered it well because it was the first time the team seemed to trust him.

You had no involvement in the ARC at first, you were a close friend of Connor and, through him, Abby. It killed him that he couldn’t tell you the truth, about the dinosaurs, the ARC and the anomalys, he knew how much help you could be. But Lester would hear none of it, the ARC was invite only and you were a newly qualified palaeontologist, there was no reason to bring you onto the team.

Cutter had always predicted that Connor would eventually spill the beans and that you’d make a great member of the team and he was right. In fairness there wasn’t much more that Connor could do, he’d gotten a call about a Spinosaurus Aegyptiacus running amok on the M1, he knew the dinosaur was larger than a T-Rex, he’d need as much help as he could get. It helped that you were with him when he’d gotten the call.

It took some convincing, and by convincing, you didn’t believe him.

But in the end his pleading got you to go with him and you figured that you might as well go with him because: one, either he had really lost it and he needed your help to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself or someone body else or two, let’s just say for a moment that he could be telling the truth and there was really a dinosaur that you’d studied trashing the motorway and you could help stop it.

So you went with him and let him drive so that you could google on your phone how easy it was to commit somebody for insanity, surprisingly easy as it happens. It would be easy to say that you were shocked when it turned out Connor was right but honestly you were more preoccupied by the mighty beast flipping over empty cars with its massive snout on the abandoned motorway. If anything the crew were more shocked by your reaction to the dinosaur which was essentially running after it down the road. Action man, as Connor called him at the time, tried to catch you but you dodged him by ducking around a flipped car.

In the end he rugby tackled you, not hard enough to injured you but hard enough to scrape your knees and elbows as you crashed to the floor. He was shouting at you, some barking military order that he seemed to think you should take note off but you were too busy staring. It was a real life dinosaur.

You’d pushed him off and mocked his plan of ‘loud noises’ to push the creature into the anomaly, didn’t he know that he was dealing with what was thought to be the largest carnivore to ever prowl the earth? You were pushed back with Connor and Abby and they shot at the dinosaur until it was pushed back into the anomaly then Connor rushed forwards to mess with something until the shining spark closed. You took a moment to look around at the size of the military operation; Connor had clearly put himself in danger by telling you about the dinosaur so you found it hard to be mad at him for keeping it a secret for so long.

He ran back over to check that you were okay before asking, “Are we still friends?” “Of course you idiot.” You laughed.

He officially introduced you to Becker, though you much preferred the name Army Man, Connor knew that he’d finally got his way and would be able to get you into the ARC. “You’re not going to do some weird Men in Black memory easer type thing to me, are you?” you asked Becker, his face was full of scorn that he’d had to deal with another run away palaeontologist, like he didn’t have enough to deal with Connor, Cutter and Abby.

He didn’t like your joke, “You could have gotten yourself killed, you know that?” You couldn’t help yourself, “Correction, I could have gotten us both killed.” Behind Becker you could see Connor but his face in his hands at your quip. Becker gave you a level look, “So you’re Connor’s dinosaur friend? The palaeontologist.” “No what Connor means by that is I’m an actual dinosaur pretending to be a person.” You joked. It took a moment of Becker’s blank expression for you to realise that he didn’t appreciate your jokes.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a joke, I’ve just seen a bloody dinosaur, I’m in shock okay?”

That was how you joined the ARC.

—-

It took two weeks of working together for him to get used to your humour and for you to learn that you weren’t allowed to run up to the dinosaurs. He’d only had to tackle you once or twice more until you understood that.

A friendship developed between you that neither expected, you respected how hard he worked to keep you all safe and he found it easier to ask you any questions about the creatures you were following because Connor always went off on a tangent and Cutter was always slightly mocking.

You’d been working closely together for four months when Becker realised that he’d done something very, very, stupid. He’d fallen for you. He absolutely had fallen head over hells for not only someone that he worked with but someone that he was paid to protect. Becker was furious with himself, he couldn’t let anyone get hurt because he was distracted by you. So he started to distance himself from you but eventually he had to stop because you’d approached him quietly and asked him if you’d done something to offend him.

He’d lied and said he had a lot on his mind and stopped pulling away from you and you’d fallen back into your habits of him coming around to your place to hang out and watch, of all things, Jurassic Park.

You were happy to have Becker back to normal, you’d missed your gym sessions where he kicked your ass and your easy conversations during quiet times in the ARC. You’d been worried that maybe he was avoiding you because he’d realised that you had feelings for him.

You were both in one of the ARC labs when you decided to pester him, “Hey Hils?” He groaned, he really regretted the day that you’d seen his file and his full name. He didn’t answer. “Hilly I’m talking to you.” You teased. “Stop it.” He snapped but his expression was soft. “Oh Hils why are you being so mean?” You asked spinning on the high lab chair. Becker stepped over to you and put his hands on either side of the chair to stop it so that you were facing him. You swallowed hard, did he always smell this good? “Final warning, stop.” He told you, his expression smug. You knew what he was threatening, he was going to tickle you, your one weakness, and he knew that you couldn’t escape with his thick arms on either side of you. “Okay.” You pouted before adding, “That’s very mean of you Hilary.” “Right!” He said as his hands dove to your side tickling you. You squealed and jumped forwards, practically splatting against his chest, he chuckled deeply and caught you. Becker looked down at you, practically bundled into his arms. You looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile and it hit both of you how close you were. In the back of his mind, Becker knew that he should never have gotten this close to you, not at work, but it didn’t stop his head inclining down towards you and gently brushing his lips over yours.

You sighed into the kiss and ran your hands up his chest and up over his shoulders to run into his hair which was always so damn perfect. He was still practically holding you up and too him in a sturdy but soft grip. The kiss was softer than you would have ever expected from someone who always shot first and asked later.

A blazing alarm made you jump away from each, chests heavying not from the kiss but from the surprise. “We should-” he started. “Yeah.” You agreed and then you were both running towards the alarm.

—-

It had taken you five minutes in the vans to get to the anomaly in the grounds of a large estate, Becker had taken that brief time to fix his perfect hair. The vans had been parked around the anomaly and it had quickly become apparent that you were dealing with a herd. You caught side of the dinosaur briefly before you were yanked behind a van by Becker. “What are we dealing with?” He breathed, his hand left your arm and his gun was raised. “Pachycephalosaurus.” You told him and he gave you the proud look that he always did when you reeled off ridiculous names with ease. “Is it going to eat my men?” He asked you, business as always. You shook your head, “No, herbivore, Late Cretaceous. See the dome skull, its solid bone. The neck attaches at the bottom of its skull so when it lowers its head it lines up directly with the spine. Its essentially a battering ram.”

Becker was absorbing the intel when, as if on que, the van you were hiding behind was rammed into you. Becker snatched your arm and yanked you both out of the way just in time. “Thanks.” You breathed, his gun was raised again, “Don’t shoot it, it’s just scared.”

Eventually you drove the vans in a circle around the pack and herded them into the anomaly. The anomaly was kept open and guarded by Becker’s guys while the rest of you split up in the grounds to make sure that you’d got them all. You went with Becker and walked in silence for the most part, dinosaurs and your kiss on both of your minds. Your phoned buzzed and you read out the messaged from Connor, “They think that’s the entire herd. The anomaly has closed naturally, time to go.” Becker nodded and moved his gun so that it was strapped to his back and when you were both walking back he coughed to get your attention, “Are we okay? About the kiss?”

That was Becker all over, straight to the point. Gathering your courage you decided to just go for it, “Yeah we’re okay. I mean, I wouldn’t mind if we did it again.” You shrugged and continued walking like you hadn’t just admitted anything. Becker caught your hand and you stopped, when you turned his lips were on yours instantly.

Your hand found his perfect hair again and his hands held your body to him. He was the first to pull away, “Maybe this isn’t something we should be doing right now.” When your expression fell he added, “It’s not really work appropriate, is it?” “Neither is your hair, Hils.” You joked and then laughed as he rushed to push down his hair as you headed back to the guys.

#captain hilary becker #hilary becker #hilary becker imagine #hilary becker oneshot #hilary becker x reader #becker imagine #primeval imagine #primeval x reader #primeval oneshot #becker x reader #becker primeval

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It's Obikin time! Let's celebrate our favourite ship! Reply with a random headcanon, a fic or art rec, or just why you love Obikin! Feel free to tag people!

AHHHH YAY okay okay time to give you guys the good shit™

Fic Recs (in no particular order):

The Hot Santa Hunt by anecdotalist

In which Anakin, Padme, and Ahsoka embark on a quest to find the hottest mall Santa at the Corcuscant mall and Obi-Wan may just be actual Santa Claus. (With Cody, Rex, Waxer, and Boil as his military-trained elvish helpers/bodyguards.

Truly cute and adorable, I want a sequel

wicked thing by imaginarykat (tho whos list is this not on tbh)

There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this.or,the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.

iWEHFIUHEWUIFHKJDSDAJKHWLEHKLJBBBUUUUU, The best writing and characterization you’ll ever see tbh

Seed by bell (bellaboo)

When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him– no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.

Takes crack and makes it sad lmao, but so good.

A Mouthful of Ash by jcrowquill

What if Obi-Wan hadn’t let Anakin burn on Mustafar? On the run from the newly formed Galactic Empire, Obi-Wan and Anakin must come to terms with the fact that they both still need each other, even if they don’t know how to forgive each other for what has happened.

Features all prosthetic limbed Anakin :3c Obi-Wan and him have an angst journey but are starting to sort their shit now so~

Negotiation by Glare

Over a year ago, Coruscant Police Detective Anakin Skywalker vanished without a trace while hunting the prolific serial killer known within the media as “The Negotiator”. Now, Skywalker has been found and rescued from captivity in a cabin deep within the Naboo wilderness, the only known survivor of an encounter with The Negotiator. The only question on anyone’s mind is: What happened during his time away?

Boi, Obi-Wan as a serial killer is amazing. Think Kenobi from wicked thing but more……. out of his wits trying to get Anakin to be safe. If you like Hannigram you’ll absolutely love this.

Sigh No More by edenwolfie **

Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.

An Obianidala fic but none the less I’m putting this on here cause u gotta read it, its pretty much a domestic AU after Mustafar.

The Reality of Change by midnight_vision **

Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean life will be easy.

Another Obianidala fic! So ik you guys love them time travel fics right? Well this fic does that but for a change of pace its Padme who comes back. BUT not only that unlike so many other fics that just END or have a single chapter epilogue we get to see what exactly it is that happens AFTER (spoilers except not really) Palps dies. Highly recommend.

Solstice Night by XtinethePirate

The holiday on Coruscant… a time for Masters and Padawans to celebrate together in the Temple. A progression of years seen through the eyes of Anakin Skywalker on this special night.

I almost wanna say this is THE obikin fic, although I feel like a lot of you guys haven’t actually heard of it cause its not on AO3. But yeah dear god this fic, don’t let its summary deceive you, you’ll cry like a baby ik i did. Its also where I stemmed my Obikin tag from “not perfect just happy” !!!!

Note: lmao none of these have a sad ending (at least the completed ones lol) bc im not about that life.

Maybe ill do a headcanon another time :3c I feel bad it took me so long to respond to this message and I can’t think of a short one rn. BUT hey hmu if u wanna tell me ur obikin headcanons yo.

#obikin #fic rec

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