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thedarlingdearestdead · 6 months

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Midnight confessions

Summary: Neither of you can sleep and you both have feelings, they are revealed!

Warnings: Full on smut, little plot. R18.

Word count: 1,690

“You should be asleep.”

You startle out of your thoughts. “So should you, General Skywalker.”

He smiled in the dim light of palace quarters which had been provided for you, as Jedi ambassadors on Bespin. “I couldn’t.”

“Me neither. Something feels unsettled here.” You were wearing just a light white shirt and a pair of sleeping shorts, hair undone in messy curls around your head. Your appearance was far from the neat Jedi presentation he was used to seeing. You were shining in the moonlight. “I feel unsettled.” You meet his eyes across the room.

“You feel it to?” He asks, curious and desperate for you to see his true meaning.

“I’ve felt it since I boarded your ship. Since seeing you after such a long period of time had past. It’s like…”

There was a long pause. “Like what?” He asks, moving across the room, closer to you.

“Like nothing I’ve felt before, like nothing I should feel.”

He nods, finally coming to a stop in front of you. “And if I told you I did know this feeling? That I felt it even then?”

You looked deep into his eyes, searching for the truth and finding the sincerity you had come to expect from Anakin Skywalker. His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was a secret you both had kept buried for years, a feeling that had grown quietly in the shadows of your duties as Jedi.

"Anakin, you can't mean… We can’t” You choked out, his hand reaching out to your face.

“I can. We can.” His voice goes husky, desperate, his eyes searching yours in the darkness.

The room seemed to shrink around you, and the air grew heavy with unspoken desires and longing. Anakin's fingers brushed against your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, your body, and mind both, weakening.

"We've dedicated our lives to the Jedi Order," you whispered, your voice barely audible, your breath uneven. "We have responsibilities, Anakin. We can't just throw it all away."

“But can you resist this feeling? Can you suffer, and make me suffer, all for a code?”

You let your eyes flutter to the ground, losing them briefly, trying to gather your thoughts and your resolve. The Jedi Code had always been clear: emotions, especially romantic ones, were to be avoided. Yet here you were, standing in the moonlight with the man you loved, torn between duty and desire.

Anakin takes your chin in his hand and lifts your gaze to meet his. You see the fire in his eyes, the same passion that’s burning within you. “I can’t resist it anymore, (Y/N). I’ve tried for too long. I've fought it, but it's stronger than me. And now, after seeing you again, it’s stronger than anything.”

He leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, feel the tension building between you. You know you should resist, that you should push him away and leave the room, but you can’t. You’re powerless to his touch, to the feelings that are surging within you.

Without another word, Anakin closes the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a fiery kiss. His hands move to your hips, holding you close to him, as he deepens the kiss. You’re lost in him, in the passion that had lain dormant inside of you for too long.

"I know it's not easy," he said softly, “But I think we can make it work.”

He started kissing at your neck and you melted into him, the last vestiges of your resistance dissolving under his lips.

Anakin's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. You felt his hands move down your back, sending shivers down your spine, and you knew there was no going back.

Nothing could stop you now. You and Anakin were in a world of your own, a world where only the two of you existed. He lifted you up in his arms, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss.

Anakin carried you to the large sofa in the center of the room, and gently lay you down. He looked at you, searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was burning desire. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.

He kissed you again, his lips trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and finally pulled down your nightshirt, reaching your breasts. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, and you gasped in pleasure. You allowed yourself to be swept away by the passion you both felt, in this moment, all that mattered was Anakin.

Your hands moved to his beautiful curly hair, digging into the strand at the back as he continued his attack on your chest, the moan he let out sent shivers down in between your legs.

He removes your top completely, leaving you almost completely bare to him. He grins when you try to take his too. He leans back on the couch, on his knees in between your legs to strip it off.

You gaze hungrily at his body, shaped from an adolescence of heavy training. He is slim but hard and toned with muscles and a spattering of scars. You are stunned into silence which makes him grin with a dangerous look in his eyes. He must know how much you want him, how much you’ve always wanted him.

You feel yourself growing impossibly wet and pull him to you hungrily, wiping the pride off of his face as he melts into you. He kisses you on the mouth and returns to sucking and biting at your breasts, removing your own top completely and causing you to arch your back into him. He groans at the sight.

Anakin moves lower on you, kissing a line down your stomach, pulling down your sleep shorts to reveal your core. He takes a moment to push your legs apart and stare at your entrance. You feel the heat rising in you and feel yourself growing aroused by the intensity of his gaze. You want to kick him, make him move, make him so something. You’re getting impatient as he takes his time, stoking your thighs and playing with you what you would call an impossible cruelty.

“Look at me” Anakin says and you respond to the dominant command in his voice. He gazes deep into your eyes as his fingers trail through into you, finally, eliciting a moan from you. “You’re so beautiful.” He says breathlessly, and you pull him back down to your lips. “I love you.”

Anakin moves his fingers through your wetness, exploring your folds and teasing your clit just a bit, just enough to learn you, watch you, tease you. You feel the air grow thick with tension as the feeling of his hands invades you, his moves gets faster and your breathe becomes more short. Then he swoops forward, face first and his tongue joins his fingers, you almost scream, bringing your hand to your mouth to muffle your voice.

“Don’t stop” You say, though he shows no sign of wanting to. On the contrary his moves only become more desperate, more intense as he laps you up, the fire in your stomach grows ever more, burning down all of your past defences, wondering why you ever had any in the first place. Why you and Anakin hadn’t been sneaking away to do this for years.

Then suddenly you meet your crescendo, biting hard on hand as you thrust into his face, coming all over him. His groan vibrates through you, shaking your sensitive core. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before taking one last stroke at your juices then coming up to kiss you on the mouth.

The taste of yourself on him makes you see stars, and the way he thrusts himself into you a moment later gives you a vision of the entire galaxy.

He is rough and desperate and claws at you ferociously. His mouth takes a constant place on yours, his hands tracing down your body, his fingers gripping at your own and digging you further into the cushions. All the while he thrusts at a furious pace.

“Force, this is more than I could ever have imagined.” His voice was so gruff and gravelly and his eyes were shut as he breaks from kissing you to breathe hard above you.

You take the opportunity to kiss at his neck and bring your leg up to change the angle slightly, you catch him off guard and hear his breath hitch followed by a hard groan.

You are both reaching your limit, your movements are long and drawn out and your breath comes in short gasps as each of you gets ready for that final push. Then Anakin begins to thrust faster, his rhythm turning erratic and fierce as he growls out in pleasure. You can feel the heat rise in you again as he moves in you, rubbing against the right spot, and you feel your chest tighten again on the verge of your second orgasm.

“Ani-“ You manage to mouth out.

As he slams into you again, he calls out your name and you feel the last of his control break apart, pushing you both over the edge. Anakin's face tenses as he emits three hard grunts, his last for a while, into your neck, each one of them triggering your orgasm. You clench to his body, nails digging into the skin of his back as your insides shake and your insides fill up with him.

It is minutes later that the two of you can see, and breathe normally. It takes minutes more for you to move, both exhausted from your activity, from the emotions which came with it. You had crossed a line that you could never come back from. With Anakin. And it was amazing. You find yourself grinning into his shoulder and he looks up at you with the exact same expression on his face.

This was the start of something…

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daftmooncretin · 5 months

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rip to rian johnson but star wars sequels would be way better if ben solo was just kinda cowardly and han solo coded so he defected from the jedi and went to be a fun swashbuckling anarchist space cowboy instead

and finn and poe have to find him and try to convince him to come back to the rebellion but hes afraid who he is and what he could become

also instead of luke trying to kill his nephew for NO REASON (so insanely out of character it boils my blood) he just realises after ben dips thats hes not cut out for teaching. and is living on a mandalorian colony as rebellion liason/ambassador with chewie and sometimes lando i guess (din djarin is there) he aids the rebellion (because of course he would fuck that plotline) but he wont stay on the rebel base because he doesnt like all the chosen one clout and mandalorians are very chill and mind their own business

han and leia are still together and play active parts in the rebellion because fuck that plotline too although they do disagree about the ben situation (leia is annoyed and han is understanding) poe and ben childhood friends and for what.

in this au, rey is raised in the empire and is a sith lord but she has doubts and isnt as abjectly disgusting as kylo ren because of course not. (appears slightly too interested in the rebellion when poe is captured and maybe??? possibly lets finn and poe escape but thats up for debate.) rey gets more evil over course of movies before turning to light for plot drama and a satisfying zuko arc.

force awakens timeline

prophecy that a new jedi will rise and take down the dark side. rey and sith lord (dk who but fuck snoke im writing him out) assume it is the missing ben solo (its finn and rey tho fr) and are intent on finding him. movie opens on rey being evil probably and capturing poe. also finn as a character actully needs no real changes hes great. and then next scene space pirate ben solo doing his thing (but without identity revealed so we dont know who he is yet he may go by kylo because funny)

instead of luke poe has a lead on missing almost-jedi before he dipped ben solo and is searching for him on leias orders.(rebellion also believe the prophecy is about him. but nuh uh) torture scene and escape scene doesnt need to change but show reys nuances and how lost she is.

in the interest of narrative poe and finn still crash on tatooine but finn manages to pull poe out of the crash. (finn still gets the jacket at some point because i say so) poe is too injured to fly so they seek out help and and meet ben solo who saves them from pirates or something idk. (but neither know who the other is)

finn and poe convince ben solo to be their pilot still thinking hes a random smuggler named kylo. they get along very well, especially finn and ben. rey by this point is tracking their whereabouts

they end up on that lightsaber planet and ben gets the weird darth vader nightmare and freaks out, (hes afraid of being evil or something idk) poe is getting suspicious now also finn feels the force and takes up the lightsaber. rey comes and finn trys to hold her off. finn get hurt and drops lightsaber. ben is forced to take it up and his identity is revealed as rebel reeforcements led by han and leia arrive and they see him fighting. rey and ben have a weird charged moment (yes i guess i am still making reylo a thing but its reyben now and its woke so shh) and in a dramatic desperate effort he manages to knock her lightsaber away with the force. poe crawls into a plane at somepoint and blows up reys ship. the rebels destroy the stormtroopers but rey captures finn and escapes in a stolen ship.

ben has a oh-shit-i-said-id-never-use-the-force-again related existential crisis which makes him freak out and leaves. a distraught finn-less poe calls him a coward. poe picks up the discarded lightsaber and the jackettm and sadly packs them up. leia tells him about the starkiller and poe volunteers to go on the starkiller and save finn. han and leia have a sweet moment and han decides to go with poe on the suicide mission, chewie goes too.(chewie arrived at somepoint i guess)

mid hostage situation finn blocks reys force attempt and shes shook up. he sees something in her (finn is a beautiful sweetheart) and he trys to appeal to her. she force chokes him and books it out of there. but it is clear she fears him a little. he escapes with mind tricks and runs into han poe and chewie on the deck. finnpoe moment fr. poe gives him his jacket back in order to get the keep it it looks good on you line.

meanwhile ben is back on his ship(i guess its the falcon?) and he thinks about finn and his mom and luke or something.. a dream maybe?? idk something emotional and motivational for his arc. and he goes to a box under the floor in his ship and pulls out a green lightsaber. he turns the ship around.

on the ship poe finn han and chewie are planting the bombs and escaping when they get stopped by stormtroopers ordered by rey. poe is about to be shot by a big droid thing when it is cut in half by ben wow big reveal hes here oooo ah. rey is shot in the shoulder by chewie and angrily orders more stormtroopers. they cant take them all. han sacrifices himself by blowing up the bridge. he tells finn and poe to find luke in the mandolorian colony ben is distraught him and han have an emotional goodbye he tells him to tell leia he’s sorry and that he loves him and he proud of him then he makes chewy get ben out of there and he blows himself up. leia senses it v sad rip man but he had to die to intensify plot drama

rey chases them onto the ice planet and another weird charged moment. mind link established??? this time ben is too angry and grieving though so its not a good match and she wounds him real bad all over hes v scarred now. poe shoots at rey and throws lightsaber at finn. he gets ben onto the ship and finn and rey have the big force awakens show down. finn uses the force v powerful all that jazz the good guys get away. on the ship finn mentions how he felt a connection with rey to poe and claims he sees good in her

movie ends with meeting luke on mandolore. ben is very traumatised wont really speak to finn or poe and avoiding luke. finn returns lukes lightsaber and rey has doubts movie over. movies ends with ominous rey ben mind link

final notes (on first movie and overarching rewrite plans)

finn

finn is the protagonist of this movie so it would be much more character heavy on him them the original. more in depth on his stormtrooper trauma, how he always chooses the people he loves over the cause and his reluctance to join the rebellion. his friendship with poe and the han/leia parallel’s especially. relationships with han and ben important for his character exposition and he plays a key role in supporting both rey and bens character progression. possesses the strong sense of mercy and kindness at the heart of the star wars franchise.

rey

rey is raised in the first empire and does not know anything different. when she meets finn who was able to rebel and escape from the same system she is trapped in she becomes plagued by doubts and projects all of her hatred and resentment onto finn to compensate, but it is clear she fears him. to escape from her doubts she fixates on finding and capturing ben solo imagining him to be a frightening and terrible adversary. however when she meets him they see eachothers minds, and she sees how plagued by doubt and fear he is, how he runs from everything and he sees her too. they connect and develop a strange mutual fascination/understanding. this is put askew by finns appearance at the end of the movie in defence of ben. reys fear of finn increases when she sees the true extent of his power. she fears and hates equally finns strength of character and easy goodness and by extension hates ben for his alliance with finn. she blames finn for “taking” ben from her.

ben solo

kylo ren is a disgusting blight on the star wars names so ben solo is being completely reclaimed by me into a different character because i fucking hate that stupid pretentious eboy. instead ben solo is an incredibly han solo coded character with a heart of gold and deep love and loyalty to his friends and family. his main weakness as a character in this rewrite is his fear and lack of self belief. ben is terrified of being a jedi and of his own power. he fears his own nature and was so afraid he would become his grandfather that he ran from the jedi altogether. ben solo is a runner that wont face his problems, he runs from the jedi and from his parents to avoid failing or becoming something terrible. finn and ben recognise the need to run in eachother (although important distinction finn runs because he doesn’t want to fight for a cause. and ben runs because hes afraid he will be the reason the cause fails) and ultimately encourage eachother to break the cycle and stand their ground (well finn motivated ben in this movie, finns not fixed yet.) Bens arc in these movies is about learning to live with his own nature and fighting for what he believes in despite his fear. also dealing with mommy issues (ben is kind of jealous of poe and leias relationship the son she wanted or something blah blah blah etc) and being a malewife to his murder girlfriend. his job is kind of to support and fight with finn and later rey and help them save the world

finnpoe (will be a gay couple)

their friendship will be front and centre in these movies because they represent duty vs personal loyalty. poe puts the cause above all else and values his own life and personal relationships little. finn on the other hand is disillusioned with establishment cause of stormtrooper trauma and wants to protect himself and others from it. poe is the first person that finn truly bonds with and loves. he puts poe above everything, including being a jedi and the rebellion. this leads to a lot of fighting and discord between finn and poe as finn doesn’t understand how important the rebellion is to poe and poe doesnt get why finn is trying to protect him from it. ultimately though poe teaches finn faith and belief and finn teaches poe to accept love and value himself. (also many hanleia parallels) the two of them are the harbingers of a new age. poe as future leader of the new republic and finn as the jedi messiah or whatever. in terms of romance, im thinking slowburn. baity first movie, kiss at the end of the second and established relationship by the halfway mark of the third.

also when rey eventually joins the light in the beginning she refuses to talk to ben (cause of romantic drama i havent thought of yet but centres around some sort or betrayal in the second movie) or finn (because hes her narrative foil and slow burn best friend forever) so her first friend is poe and she kind of follows him around in her first few months before she eventually bonds with finn 4eva. her poe shadowing has lots of cute friend moments where they fly together and he tries to talk her down about finn and the ben drama but also more importantly it foreshadows her leadership ability and tactical mind as she gives him advice and aids him with the rebellion behind the scenes (also leads to leia taking rey under her wing probably because poe is her surrogate son and mirror) which will eventually lead to her and poe leading the republic together because in my mind rey is a jedi but actively a member of republic government because ben can’t do politics and finn won’t but shes great at it so she’d be a perfect jedi liason and vice president to poe. meanwhile finn and ben lead the jedi. finn as a knight travelling across the galaxy and ben as a teacher. (luke is happy in retirement rn on mandalore but leia is still probably an advisor in the republic because retirement is definitely not for her) and everyone is happy the end. force ghost han solo is clapping.

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antianakin · 6 months

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You know, because one of the reasons you can't get married as a Jedi is because you are supposed to put the needs of the Galaxy before them, implies the Jedi believe a Spouse should be your priority if you're married. Proving that Anakin fails at that too. If he put Padme's needs first, he would have told Yoda what was happening instead of that vague "someone close to me is going to die" dreams shit. Anakin's priority, is Anakin.

I think it's more about expectations. Usually when you get married, there's an expectation that you WILL put your spouse above all else, and that's generally totally fine. A lot of marriage vows include word choices to that effect anyway, as well as this idea that you will remain with this one person for the rest of your life no matter what, etc etc.

THEORETICALLY, you could get married WITHOUT some of these expectations, but then at that point you kind-of run into the question of "why get married rather than just be in a regular relationship then?" What benefits do you get from marriage if you cut out the promise of forever and expectation of being a priority in your spouse's life?

There's also the political aspect of it. Jedi are supposed to be neutral and give equal attention to all of the planets in the Republic and treat all people equally no matter where they're from. But if you're married to someone from a specific planet, even if they're not a political leader of some sort, it sort-of generates a greater connection to that planet and perhaps an expectation that the Jedi might prioritize that planet above others if needed. And that obviously causes problems with the Jedi's neutrality as ambassadors/government workers. (Sidenote: This is why I don't think Obi-Wan would've been in a relationship with Bail and/or Breha even if it were casual because the political issues would still exist no matter what.)

So basically I think they discourage/forbid marriage just to eliminate the TEMPTATION of all of those things. Same with having children, generally. They MIGHT be able to get married and have kids without having the political or personal problems, but they can't really promise it'll NEVER be an issue at any point unless they just abstain. Why put themselves in that position if they don't have to? They can always leave the Order to go have those things if they feel particularly necessary to their happiness in life, obviously, no one's forcing them to stay.

And then Anakin marries Padme and we see him CONSTANTLY put his personal relationship to her above his duty as a Jedi. He literally says as much to Padme in that episode in season 1 where he claims that their feelings for each other should be more important than their ideals. We see Anakin demand things of Padme because they're married which shows that he absolutely has these expectations that Padme will prioritize his needs and wants simply because he's her husband. Anakin's big problem is that he refuses to commit to either the Jedi OR Padme entirely because he's selfish enough to want both without realizing the ways in which he's disrespecting both relationships. Padme doesn't always get the time with him that SHE wants (or the ability to have a family openly) and the Jedi have to live with him blowing them off to go play house with Padme or him being overly emotional on a mission if Padme is involved.

The Jedi aren't necessarily saying a spouse SHOULD get all of your attention, just that it's a normal EXPECTATION from married couples that that's what will happen, and if that expectation isn't met, it can lead to misery and discord in the relationship.

So yes, Anakin fails at prioritizing Padme, too, because he's refusing to commit to her, either. He wants to have his cake and eat it, too, he wants to be married to a sitting Senator AND be a Jedi. He wants to be a big damn hero and prioritize the people and places he cares about most and have all of the power that is afforded to the Jedi specifically because they DON'T do those things all at the same time. He fails Padme and the Jedi in much the same way, and that's honestly a major aspect of his whole character.

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intermundia · 10 months

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in general, i think engaging with star wars from a place of realpolitik and political analysis is a fun thought exercise, especially with the canon and legends lore fleshing out the world a bit beyond lucas's archetypal story. there's a whole swath of authors who have written books and comics for adults that all take the premises of the movies seriously, the work of james luceno jumps to mind, so you can choose to dig into that lore and take it seriously as well.

the politics of the saga are related to but greatly simplified from our reality, and there is much that can be said about the way that the galaxy is designed, from george's viet cong inspired rebellion to his prequels era citizens united and bush era executive overreach. i think it's a mistake to take the jedi's role in government too seriously, as they are kind of a hand-wavy organized militia answerable to the legislative branch (and later executive during the war).

they're both a symbol of how the system works at its best and its worst. under the flourishing galactic republic, they're ideal ambassadors of peacetime diplomacy, whose arrival at a conflict resolves it using negotiation and limited force, before those conflicts sprouted into inter-system military engagement. but under sidious, they're arguably willingly misused to enforce peace on a wider scale, due to sidious's design of breaking the galaxy with a civil war.

i see many, many takes that say that the jedi should not be involved in politics at all, but i really think that's missing the point. you can take how they are being used as like a health test of the body politic, they're an epiphenomenon dependent on the republic as a whole. by the era of the prequels, they were a tool of an age that no longer existed, a more civilized one, where conflict could be resolved locally.

should they not have participated? as george has said many times, they were in a bind. would you act to save civilian lives from an invading army of droids who didn't care for or actively sought collateral damage? could you live with yourself if you had the power to help but did not? it was doomed from the beginning, they were in a trap and about to die, but is it better to fight or run away?

anyway, i got slightly off topic. engaging with star wars politically can be a fun and meaningful exercise, which even academics are not immune from the lure. here are a few articles that i enjoyed reading, if anyone is interested:

Charles, M. B. (2015). Remembering and restoring the republic: Star wars and Rome. Classical World, 108(2), 281–298. https://doi.org/10.1353/clw.2015.0014 (link) Conor Casey & David Kenny (2021): How Liberty Dies in a Galaxy Far, Far Away: Star Wars, Democratic Decay, and Weak Executives, Law & Literature, DOI: 10.1080/1535685X.2021.1991610 (link) Rackaway, C. (2020). Star Wars: The Fascism Awakens: Representation and its Failure from the Weimar Republic to the Galactic Senate. Studies in the Social Sciences, 1(1), 7-22 (link)

have at them and enjoy :)

#this is for the anon who asked yesterday #and i gave them the answer that i think is the most true #but also perhaps the least fun #here's some articles and my two cents #jedi order #sw

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tenderjock · 7 days

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in the middle before I knew that I had begun; [not a happy codywan ficlet]

In the Jedi teaching, attachment is forbidden. Love is – a separate issue, obviously, as love can take many forms. When Cody and I were – what I mean is, I was –

You realized that you were in love with him and panicked.

: :

Obi-Wan is finishing the dregs of his second Daruvvian champagne cocktail when Breha inhales, sharp.

“Hmm?” he turns to her. His head is pleasantly fuzzy, but he’s far from nonfunctional. “My dear, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she’s quick to reassure him. There’s something strained around her eyes. He turns to see what she had been looking at, and she puts an insistent hand on his arm. “No, Obi-Wan –”

He doesn’t immediately see whatever caused Breha such stress; instead, Obi-Wan’s eyes go to Cody, sharply dressed in his greys across the ballroom. He’s talking to the Ghayyn’i ambassador, a handsome man with wide green eyes. The ambassador is tall enough that Cody has to look up to meet his gaze. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to comment, rather snarkily, on that fact, when the ambassador brushes gentle, sensual fingers across Cody’s chest.

Obi-Wan waits for Cody to move away. He doesn’t. Instead, he smiles, a little knowing quirk of the lips.

“Oh,” he says, feeling rather as though the wind has been knocked out of him. “Oh.” He quickly looks away. Cody is a very private person, and it feels wrong to have seen something so clearly intimate.

“Obi-Wan,” Breha says, and her face is sad. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why it’s sad. Nothing bad has happened. He clears his throat, thinking one of the sweet-pickle cherries in his drink must have caught there. Unbidden, his gaze is drawn back to Cody and the – the ambassador, who is now laughing at something Cody said.

It’s fine. It’s beyond fine – it’s wonderful, that people recognize Cody for the brilliant man that he is, Obi-Wan explains, three cocktails later, eyes closed with his head in Bail’s lap. Bail makes a noncommittal noise.

“People other than his command,” he clarifies. “And his fellow commanders. And, ah. Me.” His voice is very rough on the last word. These sugary drinks are really hell on the throat, he thinks.

“Of course, love,” Breha says soothingly. Her hand cards through his hair. It feels pleasant. Cody does the same, when they’re lying in Obi-Wan’s bunk together after a long day.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes, letting them stare unfocused somewhere near the floor. Breha is really wearing the most ridiculous shoes, and he’s thinking he should tell her that when a pair of GAR-issued boots come to a crisp halt just in his line of sight.

“General,” Cody says. Obi-Wan nearly falls out of Bail’s lap in his effort to sit up quickly.

“Commander!” he says, helpless to how warm he sounds. Cody had looked good when they left the ship, all buttoned up in his uniform, but he looks better now. He’s holding his cap in his hand, letting Obi-Wan see his short curls, and the top clasp of his jacket is undone.

Obi-Wan squints. Is that a lovebite on his neck?

Before he can dwell on that, Cody says, “We should get you back to the Temple, sir.”

Obi-Wan considers that. He’s fine where he is, except that when he attempts to lay back down in Bail’s lap, both Bail and Breha push him back up.

“That’s a good idea,” Bail says, firm but kind. How he adores the man. “I can arrange for an air taxi – Commander, are you alright to see him back?” There’s something uncertain in Bail’s voice. Obi-Wan doesn’t know why; it’s Cody. Of course they’ll see each other back.

Cody just looks at him. In this light, his eyes are dark honey.

“I’ll get you home, boss,” he says after a beat. Obi-Wan blinks at him, lips parted. He suddenly feels the alcohol very much, everything loose and golden and a little bit sweaty. Cody’s lips twitch. “C’mon, then.”

Cody manhandles Obi-Wan to his feet. Obi-Wan tucks his face into Cody’s shoulder as best he can while also moving his limbs in the direction of the taxi Bail is calling them. Cody, wonderful steady dependable Cody, keeps him going, a hand at his waist and another under his armpit.

“The ambassador,” Obi-Wan manages after a few steps. Cody hums.

“He had to leave,” Cody says. “There was an afterparty. He asked –” he cuts himself off, then continues: “I’d rather stay here, honestly.”

Obi-Wan nuzzles the starched fabric of his shirt. Wonderful man, he thinks.

The taxi ride lurches unpleasantly. Obi-Wan is distracted by the task of not spewing the contents of his stomach all over his commander. They get to the Temple without incident, and make it to Obi-Wan’s rooms with no one other than Yoda – who cackles – seeing them.

Cody puts Obi-Wan down in his bed. Obi-Wan tugs him in after.

He catches himself above Obi-Wan, arms bracketing Obi-Wan’s head. Cody huffs a bit of laughter and dips down to brush a kiss over his forehead. Obi-Wan cranes up, chasing his lips.

“Not now, sir,” Cody says, chiding. He kneels at the side of the bed to take off Obi-Wan’s boots. When he’s done, he leans back up, brushing the hair out of Obi-Wan’s face.

Obi-Wan beams at him, feeling unbearably fond. His Cody. His darling. Always looking after him.

Cody’s face is very still, just a few inches above his. Obi-Wan reaches out, touches his scar.

“What are you thinking?” he wonders. Cody shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.” He kisses Obi-Wan’s forehead again. “Get some rest, General.”

Obi-Wan exhales, eyes fluttering closed. He tracks Cody’s movement, straightening his jacket, turning the lights off, slipping out the door. His familiar Force presence is warm sunlight and hot caf, thrilling and comfortable in equal measure.

As the door clicks closed, Obi-Wan murmurs sleepily to himself, “Love you, my darling.”

: :

When he wakes up, head pounding and mouth dry, Obi-Wan remembers what he said. He’s the only one that heard it; it would have been easier to forget.

This complicates things.

Somehow, they go a fortnight, ending their leave and starting a mission, without Obi-Wan saying anything. He’s just – waiting for the right moment, a moment when they aren’t dogged by war and flimsiwork, when he can talk to Cody calmly and reasonably.

Or does he even need to talk to Cody? He was drunk. Everyone says things they don’t mean when they’re drunk. Teenage drunken Anakin once told Obi-Wan he wished he had been born a jellysquash, as they have no feelings and don’t know enough to care.

Cody is leading a squad on Im-Onh-Augulu’s surface when comms cut out. It’s a tense three-quarter hour before they reestablish communications.

“Arrow squad to Vigilance,” Corporal Hart is saying. “Vigilance, do you copy?”

“Copy,” Gregor says, shooting Obi-Wan a look. Cody should be the one contacting them and they both very well know it. “Arrow, sitrep, over.”

“Is General Kenobi there, Captain?” the corporal says. “Over.”

Obi-Wan’s heart is in his throat. “I’m listening, Hart, over,” he says. Under the sleeves of his robes, he’s clenching his wrists hard enough to bruise.

“They captured the commander, sir,” Hart says, desperately blunt. “When they recognized him, they took him and left the rest of us. Said they’re going to use him for negotiations. Over.”

Gregor looks at him. Appalment-sympathy-secondhand-embarrassment-stress is radiating off not just him, but also every clone trooper and officer on the bridge.

Use him for negotiations. Because Cody was a Marshal Commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. Because he was Obi-Wan’s right hand man. Because Obi-Wan loved him, dearly, and would do near about anything to get him back, a fact which was apparently obvious to everyone except for him.

“Understood,” Obi-Wan says, feeling like his mouth is very far away from his body. “Regroup at the drop point; we’ll be sending a secondary team to that location for extraction.” He’s quiet for a second, nails biting into skin. “May the Force be with you. Over.”

: :

Obi-Wan is the one leading the extraction team, and Obi-Wan is the one to find Cody. He’s in bad shape.

“Didn’t –” Cody slurs out. His eyes can’t seem to focus. “Didn’t tell – ah – them kriff, sir.”

Obi-Wan stares at him, heart pounding in his chest. At his commander – at Cody, telling him that he didn’t fucking talk, when he was being fucking tortured because of Obi-Wan –

“I know,” he says, finally, blinking. He touches the pads of his fingers to Cody’s left eye. “I know you didn’t.” Obi-Wan leaves off the my dear at the end of that sentence, because it doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t feel like he deserves it. He slings an arm around Cody and hauls him to his feet, instead. “Right this way, Commander.”

Not just his commander. The man he loves.

That thought beats around Obi-Wan’s head for almost a day before he can reconcile it with the heavy feeling in his gut. The man he loves. And he doesn’t – he can’t – it doesn’t mean –

His chest hurts.

Cody doesn’t –

It can’t be so kriffing serious that he can’t think the words. It’s not. It’s not –

Cody doesn’t love him. How could he? How could his beautiful, brave, resilient, kind Commander Cody, who isn’t really his at all – how could he love Obi-Wan? And if he did – if he had some incredible lapse in judgement that allowed him to – to – Cody would have said something, his brutally levelheaded Cody who wasn’t afraid of anything, let alone Obi-Wan and his feelings –

So, no. Cody didn’t love him. That shouldn’t make Obi-Wan feel like his ribcage was being split in two.

And if Cody doesn’t love him, then that means it isn’t wrong for Obi-Wan to – kiss him, soft and warm, and press his cold nose to the back of Cody’s neck, and hold him, and –

It can’t be wrong, can it? It can’t be wrong. It hurts no one. He knows possession is against the Jedi code, but this isn’t possession, because Cody isn’t his, and Cody doesn’t love him, and –

Obi-Wan feels ill.

Cody remains in bacta for three days. Obi-Wan finishes his flimsiwork, then finishes Cody’s flimsiwork, then works on some of Gregor’s flimsiwork. He arranges the battle plans for their next two attacks. He oversees the writing of some new training protocols, something about not letting shinies have access to oxygen tanks. He scrubs his quarters, stem to stern, twice.

Eventually, Cody wakes up. And like a flutterbug drawn to flame, Obi-Wan goes to him.

: :

“We need to stop,” Obi-Wan says. He’s not looking at Cody. It’s the day after the commander’s been released by the medics, and he came to Obi-Wan’s quarters to get the datapads Obi-Wan had borrowed when he was doing all the flimsiwork he could get his hands on.

“… Stop?” Cody asks. His brow is furrowed. Obi-Wan aches to smooth it out.

“This,” Obi-Wan starts, and stumbles. “Our – us. What we have. We need to stop.”

He expects Cody to argue. He expects Cody to demand an explanation. He doesn’t expect Cody to take a slow, deep breath and say, “Of course, sir. If you think it’s best.”

Obi-Wan feels like his chest has caved in. He can’t speak.

“Anything else, sir?” Cody asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head, blinking hard.

Cody stands there at parade rest for a long moment before Obi-Wan realizes he’s waiting for a dismissal. He clears his throat. “Ah, no, Commander. That’s all.”

Cody salutes crisply – salutes – and about-faces to the door. When it clicks shut behind him, Obi-Wan lets out a single hideous, strangled sob. He buries his face in his hands.

Well. At least it looks like they won’t have to dance around each other awkwardly for much longer, he thinks to himself. The war looks to be over soon. Obi-Wan sniffs, straightens himself up, and pulls up the plans for the invasion of Utapau.

#codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #the clone wars #this is technically kind of canon compliant! its also my personal headcanon for their relationship plotline #Friends With Benefits only theyre actually in love and one half realizes several years before the other.#and this story is told from the perspective of the half that didnt realize it until it was too late and then he panicked.#the working title for this was ''certified dumbass obi-wan'' but it could have just as easily have been ''useless bisexual obi-wan''#may the force be with you #myfic #also because obi-wan lowkey thinks he's the center of the galaxy he's gonna think that part of the fallout of o66 #was due to the fact that he broke up with his steady lay-slash-love of his life

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veloursdor · 9 months

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i saw this post and this happened:

obikin au where they're not jedis, they're top gun pilots.

qui-gon and obi-wan were a team, but most importantly, friends. the kind of friends that know each other families (obi-wan is engaged to satine, qui-gon is married to shmi and they have anakin) and think of each other as family as well. everything is great until one day, during a training exercise, the plane malfunctions and qui-gon unfortunately passes away.

obi-wan believes it's his fault (even though the board [aka the council] had cleared him of any wrongdoing), and, out of a sense of responsability and what's right, decides to devote his life to anakin's well-being. shmi tells him is not necessary, that she can manage without qui-gon, but obi-wan has made up his mind and he's stubborn; he will be there for anakin like qui-gon should've.

at first, satine is supportive, she understands her fiancé's sense of responsability and the love he had for his mentor... until it starts taking over everything in his life ("i'm sorry satine, i'm gonna have to cancel dinner with your parents." "why?" "anakin is having his first school dance and i'm chaperoning." "shmi? oh, shmi will take pictures").

she gives him an ultimatum and obi-wan chooses anakin (his "duty") and she breaks up with him. obi-wan is heartbroken, they were high school sweethearts and obi-wan is in his mid 20s, but taking care of ani makes the heartache lessen.

time passes and obi-wan is now an intrinsic part of the skywalker household. he's anakin's father, brother, best friend, mentor. anakin has decided to follow into his father's footsteps and join the navy (in truth he wants to be closer to obi-wan away from shmi's eyes) and shmi and obi-wan are 'supportive' (shmi more than obi-wan).

he wants to be happy for the boy, truly, anakin's happiness is his own happiness. but the idea of losing anakin like he lost qui-gon makes him freeze and think of any way to keep it from happening. he makes an impulsive decision and asks his admiral to drop anakin's application so anakin has 4 more years to make a decision.

when anakin finds out, he's heartbroken. all he's ever wanted is to be with obi-wan and to see that obi-wan would go out of his way to keep anakin away from him now that 'it's not his responsibility' (anakin has just turned 18), decides to devote the next 4 years of his life to make sure the navy doesn't reject him again.

many years pass with no contact between them (obi-wan is devastated at anakin's anger but knows in his heart it was the right thing to do) and obi-wan has led a lonely life. he still calls shmi and lets her know he's okay, but he's too scared to ask about anakin, to know how he is (is he still angry at obi-wan? does he hate him?).

obi-wan is called to base, where he's asigned the mission to rescue and protect the daughter of an ambassador in hostile territory (palpatine's the president there). he's to have a wingman, something he hasn't had since qui-gon's death, and is to work together with them in order for the mission to be successful.

obi-wan is surpirsed to see anakin is to be his wingman, the little boy is no more and now it's a man in front of him, but the younger man rebuffs any friendly advance obi-wan extends towards him. he's rough, angry and borderline rude whenever obi-wan talks to him, but obi-wan doesn't mind because until that moment, he hadn't realised how much he had missed anakin in his life.

however, the days leading towards the mission ease a little of the tension between them because, for better or for worse, anakin has missed obi-wan so much. he's still angry and hurt, but the older man (still the man of his dreams) remains good and kind hearted despite the awful things anakin throws his way.

the mission is a success (despite everything, obi-wan and anakin had always worked well together, always anticipating each other moves; time hasn't changed that at all) and on their way home (on a stolen bigger aircraft) the ambassador's daughter cannot stop flirting with anakin, much to obi-wan's dismay. but is when she places a hand on anakin's forearm and the younger man doesn't brush her off that obi-wan realises he's jealous.

he wishes anakin would stand his touch for more than a few seconds instead of recoiling from it, flinching when all obi-wan wants is to make sure anakin is next to him, alive. he's jealous of the way anakin smiles at her, without disdain or resentment in his eyes.

he's jealous of a girl younger than his military career, and obi-wan can't stand it. because he just understood that, in the few days they had between their reunion and their mission, he fell in love with anakin.

but anakin could never be his.

#obikin #anakin skywalker x obi-wan kenobi #obikin au #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #anakin x obi-wan #top gun au #im not american so my understanding of the navy is through top gun movies #shmi is not dead just away from all the drama #i imagine her sighing really loud because obi-wan likes to make life harder for himself #somewhere in the distance satine feels like she dodged a bullet

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 1 year

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What would you say to people who think padawans are child soldiers trained for war ?

What other blogs (and I) have already said a bunch of times - that based on Lucas' canon (6 movies + TCW):

1) Jedi training was more focused on diplomacy and such before the war than it was on combat prowess, and you can see evidence of that in Ahsoka's ability to teach a course on politics to a bunch of Mandalorian kids who are her age or older and who are receiving what looks like top education (the Duchess' nephew/adopted son is one of them so it's clearly a good school) or in Obi-Wan's duties with Qui-Gon. Sure, they're ready to pull out the lightsabers at the drop of a hat, but they're both ambassadors, and they spend a lot of the movie trying to impress on people that they're really not meant to be soldiers. What they really do is protect Padmé and give her leverage with their involvement, but she's the one who has to ultimately confront the Trade Federation and force them to comply. There hadn't been a galactic-wide war in like a thousand year, ergo Jedi training was not tailored for war for about a thousand year. If anything, Geonosis showed the Padawans and the Knights and the Masters were absolutely not trained for war.

2) That even during the war, the grown-up Jedi are evidently doing their absolute best to take care of the Padawans. They pull Ahsoka from the front when she makes bad decisions (the Lightsaber Lost episode) and it's not like all the Masters we know about wouldn't immediately jump in front of a blaster bolt for their Padawans (which is what Depa or Jaro DO end up doing for their apprentices, btw). It's not like they could just leave all the teens at home (they likely would have all sneaked out to go fight along with the other Jedi anyway lmao) when there aren't enough Masters or Knights around in the Temple to protect them there either. It's not like they could just leave the Padawans in untrained limbo for the duration of the war - when training in the Force is crucial at formative ages. (Also, we actually do see younglings who are old enough to be Padawans but aren't fighting: the kids who got kidnapped and hunted for sport by Trandoshans. Meaning that a) the Padawans going to war really isn't a matter of the Jedi being happy to throw their kids at the enemy, or they'd have sent O-mer, Jinx and Kalifa too - it's a matter of students accompanying their teachers, because really what else are they gonna do? and b) that Force-sensitive kids are never safe from the perils of the war even if they don't fight in it - so again, might as well keep them within sight)

3) That if you make the argument that the Jedi use child soldiers, then Naboo and Alderaan are on the exact same level. But it's a really bad faith argument to pretend that Padmé's position in TPM was the movie wanting us to see the Naboo government as a messed up child soldier situation, or that Bail and Breha were irresponsible for allowing Leia to join the Rebellion at age 15. And if people agree to be consistent on that one (again, as silly as it is to condemn either the Organas or the Naberries) then the Jedi are by far the more responsible and healthy system. Padawans have the supernatural abilities to outsmart, outrun or outfight a lot of potential threats, including trained warriors or droids. They are not like kids from the rest of the Galaxy, nevermind like kids from the real world.

4) That Padawans fighting in the war wasn't really something we saw in the movies (except on Geonosis, but again they're woefully unprepared for it and they didn't expect that level of aggression on Dooku and the Seps' part). It was the product of the out-of-universe reasoning that if you're going to animate and produce shows for kids, they're going to wanna see kids. My younger brothers and cousins's favorite episodes are probably the younglings eps, because duh.

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether or not people are criticizing the worldbuilding (they can dismiss my first three arguments as not good enough and continue to think the Padawans' situation is messed up, it's totally fair) or are saying that the story itself was condemning the Jedi for 'using child soldiers', in which case I think it's completely unsupported by anything in the movies, shows, or behind-the-scene comments.

#ask #anonymous #jedi order #in defense of the jedi #padawans #meta #my meta #sw talk

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oh-no-eu-didnt · 1 year

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Rho-1 Limulus-class Couriers were a type of starfighter commonly used by the Jedi Order during the Clone Wars. Favored by Jedi ambassadors for its speed and reliability, the couriers possessed a powerful engine and few defenses. As with other Jedi starfighters, the Force was seen as the most effective defense.

Source: Endless Vigil (2016)

First Appearance: The Cestus Deception (2004)

Read more on Wookieepedia.

#rho-1 limulus-class courier #starfighter #jedi starfighter #jedi #jedi order #star wars #expanded universe #star wars canon #star wars legends

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shirozora-draws · 2 years

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... anyway! if i wasn't so tired/busy this whole fucking month, i'd already have gotten to a comfortable spot in the 3quelfic Part 1 revisions and started the final outline and first draft of That Staircase Doodle fic, but i am tired/busy so the best I can do right now is spend way too much time sketching and cleaning up said sketching some thoughts on Reluctant Mand'alor Din and Jedi Knight/Ambassador Luke.

i intentionally left in the older sketch line layers to 1) show my thought(?) process as i figure out a composition and 2) remind myself that this is NOT a polished piece, I don't got time to make fancy arts beside the 3 final prints for the print shop project.

I have one more scribble ready to go but it's thematically so dramatically different from this little one that I'll post it either Thursday or Friday night.

... I should.... actually get back to writing fic actually.

#shirozora draws #dinluke #skydalorian #lukedin #din djarin #luke skywalker #the mandalorian #star wars #AU sketching #story: the eros and psyche on the staircase fic #actually inspired by me reading a refresher on the actual 'eros and psyche' story #i would say this is so loosely based that you'd break your eyeballs squinting for connection #just have to believe my brain connected 'eros and psyche' with a dinluke doodle based on a pre-raphaelite art #IT MAKES SENSE I SWEAR #anyway this came out of the thought of eros sweeping psyche off her feet and carrying her off to his home #but here it's a lot about the elusive reluctant mand'alor letting down around this bright jedi knight #and showing him what it's like to have a jetpack and be able to fly (more like ditch boring council meetings at will)#and luke who's really just there to get friendly enough with the mand'alor to ask for grogu's future #gets swept away and starts falling in love #shit i need to write this down somewhere shit fuck fuckkkk

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defaulttwig · 2 years

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Negotiation Tactics

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader (18+)

Summary: As Queen of your planet, you're approached by the Jedi on behalf of the Senate. They look for your support in the war, believing that your additional resources will provide an edge. Your skeptical advisor is of the opinion to not get involved, to remain neutral. Unfortunately for him, a certain handsome Jedi knows how to sway your decision.

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), Anakin Skywalker being a giver, a sensual massage I guess

A/N: I did not survive writing this for many reasons.

Your posture fixed at the sound of distant footsteps.

Two pairs of footfalls matched in rhythm, their soles marching in your direction. They entered through the grand double doors opposite your throne. Two men adorned in plain robes walked in, their personalities open to judge based on their stride. The gentleman in white with a clean beard approached with his head high and his walk professional. Beside him, in dark robes and with a head of unruly curls, his companion carried himself with a confidence that impressed you. Most who entered were prone to timidness.

Had you not already been intrigued, you’d find yourself drawn to them. Alas, their arrival was expected. A call between you and the Chancellor of the Republic granted them permission to come to speak on behalf of the Republic. After all, you wanted to see a Jedi up close for yourself. If neither ambassadors nor senators could sway your move in the war, perhaps - from the words of the Chancellor - lending your ear to the Jedi might. And who better for the challenge than the famed Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Negotiator.

The two men stopped before the bottom of the dais, dropping to a kneel before your throne. Their heads lowered in respect. You considered their position with pleasure. Jedi, bowed before you - what a sight indeed.

“Welcome, Jedi,” you said. “You may stand.”

They obliged with their backs straight and looking adorably obedient from your spot. You smiled.

The white-robed one spoke first. “It is a pleasure and honor to be here before you, your highness.”

He had to be Kenobi, with a pleasant introduction like that. Shame, you hoped the curly one would be your opponent in a battle of words. He certainly held himself like this was one - a battle. One he was certain would end in their favor.

You tilted your head slightly, the weight atop your head noticeable in its quiet jingle. Your headdress, saved for the ceremonial event, was coated in jewels that draped around the crown of your head. It complimented your similarly elegant gown. Far be it from you to not want to dress your best before such guests of your world.

He glanced at his companion to also address you, though his response made the former sigh under his breath. The curly-haired one dared a step forward, dark boot on the lowest tier of the dais. “Might I say, your highness, your beauty is beyond words. Your reputation precedes you.”

Perhaps, this one was Kenobi. He certainly had a way with words, if the warmth that blossomed from the compliment was any indication. Negotiation came in all forms, flattery was most certainly a way to sway your interest. The corner of your mouth quirked in delight.

The white-robed one stole your attention again, his brief look at his companion not overlooked by you. “Allow us to introduce ourselves. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Ah, so you were right the first time. No matter. Whoever his companion was, his charms combined with the effort of ‘The Negotiator’ may prove entertaining. You nodded politely to the former’s introduction, looking at the bold one.

“And you?”

“Anakin Skywalker.” He smiled.

Oh, you’ve heard of this one as well, it seemed. The Hero With No Fear, the poster boy for the Republic’s war efforts. Now, it made sense why he was brought with The Negotiator. Such a duo had to instill an appreciation to sway your interest. Still, Skywalker’s charm had planted an inkling of infatuation in you.

You wondered if he caught on - goodness knows how the Jedi worked - given that his smile gained a smug edge to it. Cocky, you thought. You could not say you did not like it, though. It meant he was more fun in your eyes. This meeting may prove entertaining.

“Forgive my tardiness, your highness.” From behind the throne, your advisor made his appearance. You slackened in your seat, barely suppressing a frown. He would no doubt take away the fun from this conversation. Your advisor turned to you and bowed before standing perfectly still at your side. “There was an urgent matter to attend to.”

“You are forgiven,” you noted. The Jedi looked on in confusion before you took the time to introduce your advisor. “Sir Vance Tanrav, recently appointed advisor of diplomatic and social affairs.” Your advisor’s minor annoyance at mentioning his fairly new obligation showed in the way his pointer finger twitched at his side. “He will overhear matters, considering this is intergalactic affairs.”

And, be your voice of reason, much to your chagrin. Tanrav had been appointed to this position by the other advisors, not by you, as is the way of your court. Personally, you’d have preferred someone more open-minded. His mindset matched the archaic ideals of your elderly constituents. Fortunately, you had the final say on all matters. He merely had to advise you.

“Of course.” Kenobi understood. This wasn’t his first time in the presence of a world leader.

Skywalker was the first to move past the introductory phase. “Your highness, I’m sure you are aware of why we are here.”

Your attention perked at his voice. The sound was pleasant on your ears. “I have had this same conversation with other associates of the Republic. Numerous associates.”

Obi-Wan did not have to use the Force to understand your annoyance. The Republic had been persistent in its efforts to make an ally of your world. As Separatist forces weakened Republic fronts, your planet harbored both military and financial resources that could give them the push needed to draw back the Separatists.

He took the reins of the conversation, nudging Anakin through the force to take a step back from the dais - ignored, of course, by the younger Jedi. “I understand your grief, your highness. Such are the pains of a neutral planet in the war, to be asked to join a side.”

“Yes.” You wanted to slump back into the throne, already forming knots in your shoulders. Reminded you of the tug of war game to have your alliance and its effect on your people. How it left you cornered. “Then, you understand what would happen if I were to choose?”

“You become a target for the opposing side.”

“Precisely,” Sir Tanrav said. “Which is why we shall remain neutral. To avoid the war altogether and keep the citizens of our planet from harm.”

You cast a glance at your advisor, who remained unaware of your annoyance. His interruption was unnecessary. You had your own voice to speak to the Jedi. He only repeated a fact known by all in attendance.

A certain Jedi caught said glance. Skywalker had locked eyes with you once your attention returned to the men. His eyebrows rose in jest, much to your amusement. At least, you believed he understood your reaction. You gave a small smile. Surely, he could see your desire to be without a parrot over your shoulder.

“Your planet’s resources may give us an edge in the war.” Kenobi’s voice reminded you once again of your current situation. “With your allegiance, we may turn the tide-”

“And if we were to offer our help, be it from our armies or credits, we would be defenseless. The Republic may need such resources on the other side of the outer rim, and without a strong defense, we would be a target. The economy has staggered since the beginning of the war, we cannot afford to…”

Again, you tuned out Tanrav’s voice to think, he spoke on your behalf. Despite the points he made, you had your own misgivings about the war and its effect on your people. Whether or not you decided to choose a side. As you said, you were cornered.

And, again, Skywalker shared a look with you. It gave you a sense of comradery, to have someone break out of the formalities his role asked of him by entertaining you wordlessly. You covered your smile with your sleeve. He may just get you in trouble with your advisors if they found you delighted during a serious conversation.

The younger Jedi turned on Tanrav. “With all due respect-” His companion prepared for the worst. “-joining the Republic would ensure your planet’s safety as a priority.”

“Our safety hadn’t been a priority before?” You raised a brow.

Skywalker froze, sure he had offended you. Kenobi turned to him with a quick scolding look, but it led to the older Jedi missing your added smile. Of course, you could understand the priorities of the Republic. Peace throughout the galaxy meant harmony between all planets. That meant your planet’s wellbeing had always been in the interest of the Republic - only doubly so in the time of war.

Your smile fell before Kenobi’s attention returned to you. Funnily enough, he missed the smile of his companion. The two of you certainly had a different focus from your partners. Briefly, you allowed yourself the moment to admire his appearance. Handsome, the best word to summarize all you thought of him.

“Every planet is under the protection of the Republic if such accepted the offered help.” Kenobi hoped to ease a tension that only existed between him and your advisor.

“So, you want our resources. And, in return, you offer your protection?” You could only stand so much politics, even with a handsome man to entertain you quietly. If this conversation were to continue, you could only assume Tanrav would interject with more and more hostility to your guests.

“If that is all you ask, yes.” Kenobi nodded.

Tanrav turned to you. “You’re not considering this are you? Neutrality is the only way to see an end to this war unscathed.”

You didn’t acknowledge him with your eyes. Not when you had a handsome Jedi sharing an expression that conveyed exactly how you felt. Tired of Tanrav’s vocalness for the entirety of the conversation. His duty had been to listen and advise, not speak as though he were on the throne. The crown did not rest on his head.

The conversation paused when another advisor appeared on the other side of your throne breathless. She looked only at you. “Forgive me, your highness. The Duke from the Southern Plains has arrived.”

You broke your stare with Skywalker to address her. “Have him wait.”

“I’m afraid this can’t wait.”

Tanrav added quietly. “You should see him, your highness. I can finish this meeting.”

You sighed. The Duke had always been one to demand your time. However important this meeting was, intergalactic affairs could hold until your domestic affairs were settled. As such were the ideals of your people. However, you were not allowing Tanrav of all people to give the Jedi the send-off.

“My apologies, Jedi.” You slowly rose from your throne. “I’m afraid we will put this meeting on hold.”

“On hold?” Tanrav quipped.

You ignored him, smiling at the Jedi. “Unfortunately, this matter will take the rest of my day. We shall reconvene tomorrow. You, gentlemen, are welcome to stay in the castle, general access is granted and private rooms shall be provided. I will give you my decision in the morning."

Kenobi bowed his head. “Thank you, your highness.”

“Right.” Skywalker, however, locked eyes with you again. At a position your advisors could not see, you offered him a look, not exactly hiding your attraction to him. After all, you wouldn’t see him until morning. You needed to commit that face to memory. Skywalker regarded you with a similar look. “Until tomorrow, your highness.”

You promptly walked from your throne. All the while, you considered the knots in your shoulders from the stress. Perhaps, you would ask one of your servants to provide you a massage before your bath tonight.

It wasn’t until after you and your advisors had left the chamber, well out of earshot, that Obi-Wan snapped his head to Anakin. In all his years, he couldn’t say he was surprised at the younger’s behavior. That didn’t mean he wasn’t miffed at the obvious charm he put on. Obi-Wan believed firmly that Anakin’s attempt to flirt only offended you in some way.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Anakin? We're trying to earn their favor, not play whatever game you think this is." Obi-Wan set his hands on his hips. “Do you understand who you were talking to? A queen, Anakin.”

Anakin deflected Obi-Wan’s stress talk with a wave of his hand. "Relax, I got this."

"Oh, I'm eager to find how you can amend this." The smug smile Anakin fixed in Obi-Wan’s direction only spelled trouble for the older Jedi. He dropped his hands, already having a bad feeling. "Tell me you won't do anything foolish."

Anakin smiled wider, crossing his arms. "I won't do anything foolish."

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You relaxed onto the massage table. Covered only from your hips to your mid-thighs by a small towel, you lay your head through the face port. The room itself already relaxed you. An aroma of honey and good-smelling oils permeated your senses.

Your servant finished their setup while you let out a sigh. Your body all but sagged, completely spent from the day’s events. The Jedi had only been the beginning. From the Duke’s visit, where he had all but talked your ear off about a local disturbance that you quickly resolved, he put you behind schedule. Every other meeting carried over thereafter like dominoes and you had the headache of irate officials speaking oh so humbly about their patience for your tardiness. As the queen, you had no excuses for your behavior in their eyes, but today they’ve been especially perturbed.

It had to be the war across the galaxy that put them on edge. Sooner or later, your planet would be affected. The appearance of Jedi diplomats did little to put them at ease. In their eyes, this meant the war had already come knocking at your front door. You sighed again, closing your eyes. This was exactly why you asked for a massage, as a little de-stressor before you inevitably finished the meeting with the Jedi in the morning. Your mind was set on an answer and you had to mentally prepare yourself for the civil unrest that would ensue among your people.

“I’ll be right back, your highness,” the servant said. “This bottle is empty. I’m going to fetch more ointment.”

You hummed in understanding.

Their footsteps echoed out of the room and disappeared down the hall. Fatigue rendered you motionless on the table. You had half your wits about you to move your hair away from your neck and shoulders, tying it loosely. Your arms wriggled back to your side, drained from the simple act.

At the footsteps reentering the room, you let out a yawn. “You’ll have to excuse me if I fall asleep. It has been a rather long day.”

You were met with no response. This alerted you. Opening your eyes, you furrowed your brows. It could be an intruder. Carefully, you raised your head just out of the face port. You used the decorative, golden vase on a table at the end of the room to determine who had entered the room.

The figure wore dark robes, not a very comforting thought. They froze, but through the vase’s distorted reflection, you discerned the familiarity of that outfit. Short, unruly curls framed a sharp face, bangs covering part of his forehead. In his hand, you recognized a bottle, the honey shade of the ointment blending into the vase’s surface. Your expression shifted from curiosity.

The Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, was your intruder. You lowered your head back to the face port, feigning ignorance. Given the nature of Jedi, he would be no threat to you. Relaxing into the table, you breathed easy. If anything, you would play along and see what he would do. He made no immediate attempt to reveal himself, so you’d play along until he did.

He approached the table. The sound of the bottle’s cap untwisting met your ears. You only registered his plan, still unsure as to why , when a callous hand met your back, a generous amount of ointment cooled the spot. A shiver ran up your spine. Oddly, he began to apply it with one hand, smoothing his strong hand over your skin. Oh, you would not complain about this treatment.

Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in his touch. He made sure to coat your back, gliding his hand between the slope of your shoulder blades. When his hand rose to your shoulders, sliding from one end to the other, the warmth of his skin encompassing your neck for the brief second between stole your breath. Back down he went. When the tips of his fingers ghosted over the edge of your towel to coat your lower back, you bit your lip.

A moment of hesitation passed, once your back was fully coated in the ointment. His hand splayed motionless below your shoulder blade. You opened your eyes. A twinge of impatience coursed through you. This was a game of tease.

“Your highness-”

“Use both hands,” your voice cut through the air at the same time as his.

You grimaced at yourself. His voice was hardly above a mumble, layered with hesitance. He certainly did not come here just to massage you. Your eagerness for his hands had rendered him quiet once more.

Anakin’s tongue swiped the back of his teeth. He hadn’t meant for this to go this far. Seeing you in such a state already disrespected your title and privacy. To touch you, he knew he was testing his luck. Still, you thought he was a servant and he did not want to spook you. His mind reeled with ways to approach the topic he came here for. In the meantime, he’d continue to pretend to be your servant.

You flinched at the touch of leather. He wore a glove? While odd, you relaxed once more. His hands pulled away at your obvious distress, but you wanted them back on you. No sense of guilt plagued you for indulging in a risky fantasy, experiencing a shade of intimacy from a Jedi. He started it. You simply accepted it.

The pads of his fingers started at the middle of your back. Kneading your flesh at a level unlike your masseuse, you couldn't help but compare his touch to that of a child. He did not even try to make it believable that he came to massage your back. You stared at the floor in mild disappointment. If you were to have these knots undone, he’d need a little encouragement.

“I’m not fragile.” You gave a small coo. “Don’t be gentle.”

Tentatively, the hands resumed. His fingers stroked along your skin, a mix of flesh and leather sliding along your anointed back. Pressure increased, him awaiting your complaints that never came. As he massaged into you, he felt around your knots.

When he pressed into them, giving them the attention they deserved, you groaned. He paused momentarily, as if afraid he’d hurt you. That meant the sweet relief stopped. You narrowed your eyes, letting out another encouragement.

“Right there.”

You surprised yourself with how spent you already sounded. The rasp to your voice teetered erotic. Were this your actual servant, you’d have apologized right away for the discomfort. However, this wasn’t your servant and you truly did not feel remorse. A handsome Jedi massaging you with nothing but a towel preserving your privates from his eyes? The intimacy of the entire thing would pull such a reaction from anyone. And you only wanted to toy with him more.

His swallow was audible. Anakin retracted his hands for a moment, balling them before flexing his fingers again. You were in a state he should not have been privy to. He didn’t get to question his morals for long before your voice cut through with an order.

“Don’t stop.”

His hands returned to your back once more. He actively searched for the knots - not a hard feat. You really did have a lot of tension in your back. Anakin wanted to hear your voice again. The noises he pulled out of you were lewd. What did he come here for again?

“Harder.”

He dug into your knots in all the right ways, pulling all sorts of involuntary grunts and groans from you. You sank against the table, eyes blissfully closed. His hands rose to your shoulders, working the knots there. When his thumbs dug into the base of your neck, you let out a long groan. That was where the most tension was.

Oh, but it was over so soon. Your breath hitched at the ghost of touch over the back of your neck. It did not go unnoticed. Anakin’s hands slid back down your back, feigning ignorance to your choked moan. You decided you had enough of this teasing.

Raising your head out of the face port, you set your palms on the table and lifted yourself. His hands slid down the slope of your back before he pulled away entirely. He took an uncertain step back, afraid of how you’d react. Anakin took too long to reveal himself, he knew it.

You sat up and faced him. Your knees were a breath away from his waist. His tunic, thankfully, covered the effect your voice had on him. It worsened, now that you faced him.

His eyes moved from your face down to your chest. Bare and exposed to him, his mouth had gone dry. Unashamed, even thrilled at the attention, you said nothing of it. You crossed your legs, propping your hands on either side of you.

“What is your game, Skywalker?”

He looked you in the eyes. “You knew it was me?”

“A normal masseuse would not use a glove.” You cocked your head. “Where is my servant?”

He gauged your expression for how to speak to you. Clearly caught off guard by this new revelation, he bit his tongue. Though, you were quick to relieve tension with a smile. Your shoulders were relaxed and you made no move to kick him out or call for security. Of course, he relaxed in return, his charm shining through.

“Oh, you know.” He smiled back, setting a hand on the table, right by yours, to lean in close. “Gave them the night off.”

“Is that so?” You lifted your hand and pinched his chin between the crook of your forefinger and thumb. Your eyes narrowed playfully. “And why is that?”

He rested his free hand over yours. “I’ve come to negotiate.”

You let out a short laugh. “You call this a negotiation?”

“Well, plans change.” His smile widened. “If you like, I have other methods of negotiation that I believe you’ll find…” He racked his brain for the right word, deciding on one with a husky voice. “-gratifying.”

You raised your chin. The two of you were engaged in a sultry game of touch. With a hum, you swiped your thumb across his chin thoughtfully. The look in his eyes was eager . It would be rude of you not to hear him out.

“Very well.” You let him go, his hand following yours back to the table. Effectively, he caged you between his arms. Your legs parted slightly, giving him room to be closer to you. “Say your piece.”

His hands fell to your knees, earning a surprised oh from you. Compliant to his action, you allowed him to part your legs further. The towel fell away from your waist, pooling on the ground by his feet. Anakin began to crouch and desire trickled through you.

As he sank to his knees, his eyes stayed locked on yours. “This requires no words.”

You could not deny the flutter in your cunt. He certainly had a way with words. That mouth of his, you would soon learn, was very useful in many aspects. Anakin was a man of many talents. Smooth words were not his only specialty.

He slotted himself between your legs. His gaze left yours to see in front of him. You bit your lip, pushing yourself to the edge of the table. Anakin smiled. You had to lift your hips, legs closed slightly, in order to move. The tips of his hair tickled your thighs. Once at the edge, you parted your legs on your own.

His hands roamed up from your knees. Along the meat of your thighs, kneading it once he got close to your cunt. His head followed his hands, closing the distance between you. He glided his lips along the length of your thighs, following the ticklish trail his hands left behind. A rough finger pad swiped over your slit. Your legs quivered.

Anakin chuckled. Wrapping his hands around the outside out your thighs, he left no space between you. A cool, wet sensation dragged up your slit. At the first swipe, he teased blissful sighs from you. Your fingers curled into the table, looking down at the top of his head. You watched the ends of his hair curl on contact with your thighs. How his tongue looked while he languidly dragged it up, offering you a good view of his act.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours. Piercing blues gave away his pleasure, his gaze half-lidded. Licking another stripe up your slit, he diverted his ministrations to your clit. You remained locked in a staredown, your nails digging into the table while your chest began to heave.

His tongue swirled over and around the bundle of nerves. He flicked it once, twice, changing the direction of his tongue as he pleasured you. Breathy sighs escaped you, your toes curling at the sensation. A low burn washed over you, like a loose knot slowly being pulled taut.

He switched his attention elsewhere, closing his eyes while his tongue dragged along your slit again. The burn’s sweet ache dulled and you let out a small groan, thrusting your hips into his mouth for more stimulation. He let out a chuckle, sending vibrations all throughout you. Oh, he was a tease—a menace dressed as a peacekeeper.

That was how he kept you on edge. Toying with your clit and switching his attention elsewhere before you grew too hot. On occasion, he let a vocal hum to spur you on. The knot reformed again and again, unsatisfied. You weren’t on the precipice forever, though.

His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs, holding you tight. He gave full attention to your clit. This time, unyielding, relentless, and rhythmic, his lips encompassed you. He alternated between swirling his tongue and lightly sucking, going as far as to do both at the same time.

You moaned, arching your back. He showed no sign of stopping when the knot formed one more time. The knot tightened and your hand reached for his pretty hair, fingers purchased in his unruly curls. You gripped tightly, lost in your moans while you bucked weakly against his mouth.

The knot pulled impossibly tight. He kept his even pace, saliva coating your clit. You writhed, moans reaching a low tone, whiny and vocal. Knot pulled so impossibly tight, you reached your high with a burning ecstasy. Everything unraveled so fast, your eyes screwed shut and you folded over him.

Anakin squeezed and massaged your thighs while you rode him through your orgasm. Hips rolling against his mouth with a stutter, he took it all in stride. As your moans lowered back to a soft breathy whimper, he licked a stripe along your slit. The taste of you coated his tongue. He pressed a kiss above your clit, mumbling a soft praise you didn’t quite catch.

While he pulled himself to stand at his full height, your grasp on his hair loosened. He looked down at you with a smile, parting his lips to say something. You didn’t let him, tugging on his hair to bring him level with your face. His hands fell onto the table to keep from falling onto you, all while you rammed your mouth against his.

It was all sorts of sloppy, but he reciprocated so easily. You tasted yourself on his saliva. His lips were soft and wet. You’d have kissed him forever if you didn’t need to break away for air.

Draping one arm over his shoulder, you carded your fingers through his hair. The two of you locked eyes, not even close to being done with one another. His hands found purchase on your hips, his thumbs tracing circles. You twirled some of his hair around your finger.

“Words were certainly not needed.” Your voice came out breathy, offering a sultry smile. “Though, I believe you haven’t said enough.”

Anakin raised his brows. “Oh?”

“I have a hot bath prepared in the other room.” You continued to twirl his hair, enjoying the feel of it. “I propose we continue negotiations there.”

“I accept your proposal.” He smiled back. “This matter may take all night. But, will we both fit in your bath?”

You let out a small laugh. “Space is not an issue, Skywalker.”

He covered your hand with his own, pulling it away from his hair and to his lips. He kissed your palm, maintaining eye contact. “Lead the way, your highness.”

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Obi-Wan entered the throne room shortly after breakfast, followed by his former padawan. His eyes rose to your form, perched atop your throne in yet another elegant gown. He could not help but notice how you were positively glowing. The air around you buzzed with electricity. Surprised, he half expected you to be grouchy if what he heard about your tight schedule yesterday was anything to go by. He hoped your good mood would benefit their cause.

You cast a glance between the two, letting your eyes rest on Anakin for longer than necessary. He returned your stare with a half-smile, raising his chin. You pressed your knees together, hidden by the long skirt of your gown. Smiling, you could not mistake your accelerated heartbeat.

“Good morning, Jedi,” you started. “Did you enjoy your stay?”

“We have, your highness.” Eloquent Kenobi answered for the two. “You and your people are most hospitable.”

“You flatter me.”

Tanrav appeared beside you. It did little to deter your good mood, fortunately. Having the handsome Jedi back in the same room as you, after last night’s events, you could take the war head-on with how unnerved you were. To say Anakin Skywalker left an impression on you was a vast understatement.

“I will keep this brief.” You tore your gaze from Anakin to look between the two. “There is no need for further debate, I made my decision.”

“You have?” Obi-Wan’s eyebrows rose by a hair. Beside him, his partner beamed.

“It is something I thought about long before your arrival.” There was a twinkle in your eyes, looking back at Anakin. His handsome face was a magnet, begging for your attention. “My planet would be honored to join an alliance and become one with the Galactic Republic.”

If you were not whisked away yesterday, you would have given your answer to the Jedi as easily, then. Ever since the Separatists were gaining territory in your star system, the call to war became less of a choice and more of a necessity. You would have had to pick a side at some point, and you believed in the Galactic Republic’s millennia of peace. The Separatists had only caused unrest that you wished no part of.

Tanrav visibly balked. The advisor turned his head to you, flabbergasted. He let out a choked sound of disbelief. “Your highness, you can’t possibly think this a good idea. The war will drain us of our resources. We-”

You raised your hand, effectively silencing him. Offering him a narrowed gaze, you kept your voice even. “Neutrality is no longer an option for us. If you were as well-read in the current events of the galaxy, as I am, you would know that. We are joining the Republic.”

Tanrav understandably went red in the face. He closed his mouth, refuting further debate. Stiffly, he turned back to the Jedi and held his head high, attempting to retain some form of dignity.

You turned your attention back to the Jedi, putting on a smile. “Thank you for going out of your way to be here.” Your eyes narrowed teasingly at Anakin. “It was a pleasure to have you.”

The two bowed, Anakin speaking before Obi-Wan could. “The pleasure is all mine, your highness.”

You let out a low chuckle, mirth twinkling in your eyes. “I look forward to seeing you again. May it be very soon.”

Obi-Wan dipped his head in acknowledgment. “The Republic will be in contact with you regarding resource distributions.”

“Farewell, Jedi.” You reluctantly concluded the meeting. “And have a safe journey.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin bowed once more. They left shortly after, and headed to the landing pad to board their ship. Your eyes locked onto Anakin’s back, smiling to yourself as he walked away. He carried charm like no other.

Oh, how you hoped he would grace you with his company in the near future.

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“That went better than I expected. She had already planned to join.” Obi-Wan sat in the passenger seat of the ship, rubbing his beard appreciatively while he glanced at his former padawan in amusement. “I suppose we had no need for your supposed methods.”

Anakin chuckled, tapping his finger against the wheel while he piloted. “I like to believe I had an effect on her.”

Obi-Wan missed his suggestion, having flown over his head. He hummed, instead bothered by another issue, furrowing his brows. “What were you up to last night, anyhow? You returned to the room in the wee hours of morning.”

The Jedi Knight glanced at his former master out of the corner of his eye, a wide smile overtaking his face. “I had a private audience with her highness.”

Obi-Wan huffed. “There could not have been that much negotiation, given her steadfast decision.”

Anakin’s chest puffed in pride. Obi-Wan turned his head, not quite yet understanding the younger’s boastful demeanor. The cogs turned in his brain. Clouded once by a fog of ignorance, a picture began to form in his mind. He feared what Anakin could possibly have done alone with a queen .

His face pinched. “Oh, Anakin, no.”

The younger one did not respond right away. Obi-Wan’s fingers massaged his temple. It was all becoming clear that his former padawan did indeed do something foolish. And now, the former master was increasingly aware of it.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Anakin kept his eyes to the stars, his smile giving way to a smirk.

Obi-Wan looked away from him, turning to face the viewport. He crossed his arms, justifiably horrified at the revelation. In retrospect, the looks shared between the queen and Anakin this morning now held new light. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to not imagine the young queen being with Anakin of all people. Obi-Wan decided then and there that, as successful as he was earning the queen’s favor, he was never letting Anakin lead negotiations again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Let’s not discuss this, ever.”

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Luke/mara fic rec list

These are some of the best mara/luke fics I've read - feel free to add more in rb/comments!

Repair by BananasAreForParties - Graphic Depictions of violence, fluff and angst, whump. 20k complete. Mara Jade came to Aran to trade. She acquires nutcakes, Imperials, and one Luke Skywalker, condition: damaged. Hurt/Comfort fic.

Reccer's note: Their awkward but geniune flirting in this is so cute

Rapunzel, Rapunzel, You Aren’t Even Stuck In Your Tower by PrinceJakeFireCake - fluff, secret identity, 6k complete. Mara Jade, an ex-spy for the dragon, Emperor Palpatine, now a knight of Princess Leia Organa, is on a mission to rescue the princess’ twin brother from the tower he was locked in.

A.K.A.

Someone had to write Luke as Rapunzel and I am someone

Limpet AU series by frodogenic - humor, family fluff, 89k complete. Newly returned from the Unknown Regions with Darth Vader, Admiral Piett doesn't expect much of a welcome from the New Republic. And not in a million lifetimes would he have predicted that their very first guest would be Luke Skywalker. After all, Skywalker and Vader are still mortal enemies...right?

Reccer's Note: this series is so good, like, insanely good. I keep rereading it.

Take My Breath Away by atamascolily - hanahaki disease, 1k complete. Luke collapses during a sparring session, coughing up blood--and flowers? A concerned Mara drags him to Cilghal for medical treatment, but the answers aren't what either of them expected.

Catch and Release by frangipani - rated E, sexual experimentation, 10k complete. So let me get this straight," Mara says."You decided that to entertain yourself while I'm offplanet you're going to get licensed to pilot a Mon Cal cruiser?"

He frowns. "You say it like it’s ridiculous.”

"Those ships aren't even made for human pilo--" She narrows her eyes. "Oh no, it's the challenge thing, isn’t it?"

Or the one where Luke and Mara try to bang while keeping Luke's pulse within a specific range. Absolutely 0 science knowledge went into this. Consider yourself warned.

Who Needs a Cover Anyway? by JediDryad - misunderstandings, jealousy, 1k complete. Against his better judgment, Luke agrees to act as "Jedi Ambassador" on a mission with Mara and Lando. Will he be able to keep his feelings to himself or will observing their relationship be too much?

Miscommunications by JediDryad - misunderstandings, 849 words complete. Luke sends Mara a nervous rambling message inviting her for a visit. What she receives is something quite different.

Family Planning for the Force-Sensitive by beautifultoastdream - domestic, fluff, 13k complete. Two years after Exar Kun is defeated, Mara Jade and Luke Skywalker are married. Mara is uneasily settling into life as a Jedi trainee and as the New Republic's representative to the Smugglers' Alliance. But when Karrde's vornskrs have a strange reaction to her during a routine meeting, Mara learns that something else is about to happen ... And it scares her more than C'baoth.

Slight AU from Star Wars Legends, fluff and angst.

The Trouble with Bootie Comms by frangipani - 3k complete. "I have an issue with my apartment right now," Luke said. Mara was pretty sure why.

Luminous Creatures by celinamarniss - daemons, action/adventure, enemies to friends to lovers, 30k complete. Mara has never been prouder when Asyr settles early. He shifts into the form of a night felinx when Mara is thirteen, a whole year early. It’s a good body for stealth, her trainers tell her, and praise them for it.

Luke is the last of his friends to have his dæmon settle. Speculation drifts through his childhood. What sort of animal do you think your dæmon will choose? asked by adults with indulgent smiles and between children as their dæmons flit from form to from in impromptu races across the desert sand.

Strange Bedfellows series by celinamarniss - action/adventure, humor, light angst, 37k complete.

Reccer's Note: this series has a very domestic couple feel to it and I love that.

Under the cover of Darkness by randomlyimagine - time travel, fix-it, 57k complete...ish. (there's a sequel that is tbc.) Being pulled back through in time, getting to see the Old Jedi Order, Ben, even Anakin Skywalker, before he Fell…it was an opportunity Luke had never dreamed he’d have.

If only he and Mara hadn’t been pulled back in the middle of a mission where they were undercover as Sith.

slipping into the ground or into your arms by BananasAreForParties - rated E. Fluff and angst, mutual pining, implied/referenced child abuse, 41k complete. More than colleagues. Less than friends. Better than acquaintances. They remain in balance. The Command, the dark whisper, slumbers and Mara has no desire to poke a sleeping rancor. To dance with Skywalker. . .could it ever be worth the risk?

Mara and Luke succumb to the gradual formation of their Force bond through an activity far more pleasing than fighting for their lives.

the history books forgot about us by celinamarniss - happy AU, 2k complete. Jedi apprentice Asha is sent on a quest to find the legendary Luke Skywalker. She thought he was a myth!

better tell 'em while they're here by philthestone - 4k complete. Jacen discovers a Fish in the new fountain just outside of the Old Palace's reception hall, which obviously means that the Imps are planning to take over the galaxy. Jaina thinks that everything would be alright if only Nik could remember where he put his pants.

And of course, Uncle Luke's getting married today.

(AU for the EU)

Reccer's note: recommend reading the whole series. This fic has such a human warm fuzziness to it.

Boundaries series by frangipani - rated E, smut, 106k complete. A year after the events of the Last Command, Mara is still in Coruscant attempting to fulfill her Smuggler's Alliance duties while continuing her Jedi training. Former Emperor's Hand, turned smuggler, government liaison, and Jedi apprentice...she's long known that the only way things work in the new life she's made for herself is through clearly delineated boundaries.

It's really too bad Luke Skywalker unwittingly keeps taking them apart.

The Son of Suns trilogy by blank101 (link to each installment: Into the Storm, in shadows and darkness, at the Brink of the dawn and the darkness) - graphic depictions of torture, psychological torture, sith!Luke. 721k complete. Darth Vader captures the passengers of the Millennium Falcon after their attempted escape at Cloud City, sure that Luke will convert to his cause and aid him in overthrowing the Emperor. When his plan is rebuffed he falls back on more desperate measures and hands his son over to Palpatine, who begins to systematically take apart Luke’s life to create a new Sith, turning him against his allies, his father and his beliefs with devastating consequences for both the Empire and the Alliance, as events cascade beyond anyone's control.

This is a completed trilogy, featuring Luke Skywalker, Darth Vader, Palpatine, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Mara Jade, Mon Mothma, and Crix Madine.

Reccer's note: I really love this one - both for the sith!Luke portrayal, and the conflicts luke and Mara go through.

Drive You Mild by obaona - sith!Luke, drama/romance, 70k complete. How do two powerful, individualistic people who were formerly enemies unite? Emperor Luke Skywalker, meet Jedi Knight Mara Jade.

Misc - archive sites/author recommendations

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Jedimordsith, frangipani, JediDryad, celinamarniss, BananasAreForParties, and evilmouse are all great writers and you should check them out!

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Can I Have A You've Changed My Life With Obi Wan Kenobi Plss 🥺👉👈

Oh my dear…. Are you ready for angst?!

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Summary: To save Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life, you must deliver yourself to the enemy. You will not hesitate in saving the man you loved, even if he did not love you in return.

A/N: It’s a rough one so grab the comfy blanket and dive into the feels. You don’t need to have seen Clone Wars to read! However… for my friends who have seen… we are going to pretend the lovely Satine doesn’t exist (iykyk).

Warnings: 18+ Only for the violence/mental health warning, Angst, Feels, Violence, Torture, Pain, Talk of Self Death (please take care), Anakin being a love-able shithead

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Everything went to hell the moment you stepped into that abandoned hanger.

You walked away with your life but not without a cost.

The enemy delivered an ultimatum today: Surrender yourself, or Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi will die.

This wasn't the first time someone had threatened your life. Years ago, agressors targeted you for your work as the youngest Ambassador of your planet in brokering a treaty with the Galactic Republic. During this time, you were sent to Courasant to live in asylum at the Jedi Temple.

You befriended the newly knighted Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his young Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. At first, Master Kenobi was assigned to you for protection in the city, but as the months progressed, you grew into a friendship with the young warrior. He became your shadow and confidant over time, never a step behind you while you dwelled among them, far away from your home and everything you knew.

You didn't realize you were in love with him until the day came to depart Coruscant once the peace was settled on your planet. But, he was a Jedi, forbidden from attachment. And so, you left him without a word on your feelings but rather a gratitude for his kindness and friendship.

Obi-Wan returned to your life ten years later. The young Jedi you befriended had transformed into a General of the Galactic Republic. He was as hardened by the war as you were. Gone was the playful smirk, trimmed hair, and melodious laugh that regularly filled those temple hallways. His hair had grown, brushed over his forehead. He was a man now, the strength of his body built by battles. Yet, the color of his eyes remained the same, the most crystal and beautiful color you had ever seen. You changed as well; once a girl who smiled freely in her youth to a hardened woman bred by the chaos leading a planet in this Galactic Civil war.

When he arrived on your bloodied planet with Master Skywalker, you felt steadiness seep into your heart for the first time since the war began. You think he might have felt that as well.

The Jedi Council assigned them to your aid when Separatists attacked the capital of your planet. Your planet was a large exporter of weapons and ammunition. They stole future weapon designs, intending to use them for the ultimate destruction of the Republic. Your life's work was gone instantly, and you refused to leave your planet until you found the plans. Unable to dissuade your course, Obi-Wan and Anakin agreed to assist your efforts to find the documents.

On your hunt, Obi-Wan attempted to keep his distance, but the friendship you built all those years ago could not be destroyed even if he willed it. The cold exterior of the General thawed the longer you spent in their company. The man you would always love had returned to your life, and you didn't know if you could let him go a second time.

Obi-Wan Kenobi would pay the price of your hubris.

You were to deliver yourself, or he would die.

"Not going to happen," Anakin Skywalker bit in response to the Separatist's comm message.

You were alive because of the young Jedi. Anakin saved your life in the fight as Obi-Wan was captured. His master taught him well, training him to be perhaps the best Jedi of his generation. Skywalker was his master's match in every way. He grew up as much as Anakin did over this war. He took you back to Coruscant to await word from the Jedi Council for aid on a rescue. As you waited for their answer, you received the ominous Separatist message to your comm. They communicated their demands but never showed Obi-Wan. Instead, they let you hear his screams as they tortured him somewhere else.

"He'll die," you said, gathering a travel clock across your back.

"He won't," he retorted.

"You don't know that," you said, containing a snarl.

He threw his hands up exasperatedly. "I'm getting him out of there."

"And if you fail, Master Skywalker?" You demanded.

The young master crossed his arms. "I won't fail, Ambassador."

"Correct," you snapped, "because I'm going with you-"

"If you go and are captured," he warned, a finger pointing at you in warning, "We lose your planet in this fight-"

Your planet? You couldn't think anything past Obi-Wan's screams rattling in your brain. Anakin's warnings began to slip under your head as the blood rushed faster in your ears.

Anakin pressed on. "The Separatists' will control-

You breathed. "They won't-"

"They will kill you," he murmured. "Obi-Wan would-"

"Anakin!"

Your heart pounded in your chest. The idea of Obi-Wan hurt now sliced deeper than the thought of being captured. How could you tell him what his master meant to you? A man who didn't return the love you felt deep within your bones?

"I can't lose him," you shuttered, pleading to him. "I can't."

You closed your eyes, willing the pain to subside in your heart. "Please, Anakin… Help me."

Anakin warily observed you as you attempted to pull yourself together, perhaps seeing you for the first time in his life.

"Okay," he whispered. His eyes were soft. "But, we do this my way."

The plan was simple. Leave Coruscant discretely as the Jedi Council deliberated a plan, comm the Separatist forces, agreed to their terms and asked for a neutral meeting ground. Anakin would trail you the entire time, waiting for the right opportunity to strike from the shadows.

The enemy agreed to exchange with you alone in the open canyon on the planet Bar Neth. Obi-Wan would be there for the exchange.

"Stay focused, Ambassador," Anakin warned, slipping his cloak's hood over his head. "The plan is going to work."

You almost believed him as you followed him down the ramp to meet your enemy while he disappeared to take his position.

At the base of the canyon, you kept your knees from buckling at the sight of Obi-Wan. They beat him, his face and body littered with blood and bruises. They kept him chained and collared, the device around appearing to cut off air. The muscle on his body was gone in just those short days. Around him stood a T-series tactical droid flanked by battle droids.

"You are alone, Ambassador?" The leader clipped.

"Yes," you answered.

At the sound of your voice, Obi-Wan lifted his head, and his piercing eyes attempted to focus on you. Your heart broke as he struggled to see but gave him the briefest of smiles. I'm here, Obi-Wan, you tried to communicate.

Obi-Wan began to shake his head, murmuring your name. "No… Y-you can't... leave…"

Your will began to crumble, but Anakin's plan rang through your head. "Release him at once."

The droid considered you. "There is a 92.456% chance you will betray us should you remain at that distance."

Damn those droids.

"You will walk to us, and we will release the prisoner once you are our ship."

"No," you countered. "Unchain him, or I will not comply."

The droid calculated further as the silence stretched. Your eyes remained on Obi-Wan as his vision cleared more. All will be well, you thought as you stared at him in what might be the last moment in your life.

"Agreed," the droid said. "Walk forward. We shall release the prisoner once you are within 10 meters."

You walked forward to your ultimate fate on shaky feet, praying Anakin was here somewhere. They pushed Obi-Wan forward, his chains rattling as he winced in pain.

"Move, Jedi," the droid rattled. "Do not touch the Ambassador."

Obi-Wan limped towards you. Maker he was in so much pain, mentally and physically. You could see the exhaustion lining his eyes beyond the pain as you closed the distance together. The collar at his neck created a black rim around the skin like it was poisoning him.

A tear escaped, and you didn't brush it away.

Trust me, my love.

"Keeping moving," the commander bellowed.

You both walked past each other, the heat of your bodies barely touching one another. Your eyes remained fixed on him as you backed up slowly to your captures.

"Release him," you repeated at the ten-meter distance.

The commander hit a button, and the chains fell, but the collar remained.

You bristled. "The collar-"

"Will be removed once on board our ship," the droid responded. "He is unchained as agreed."

You loathed these droids.

Your anger was short-lived as the collar popped open, and Obi-Wan fell to his knees.

The droids began to panic, looking at the canyon's edge where a dark figure held a hand out.

Anakin Skywalker arrived to fulfill the next stage of this rescue.

You thew a lightsaber to Obi-wan from the concealed pocket of your cloak. He caught the weapon easily and breathed deeply for the first time since capture. The droids were distracted by Anakin as he jumped from rock edge to rock edge, descending the canyon. Anakin's movement allowed you the opportunity to finally reach Obi-Wan as he ignited the saber, shielding you from the droids opening fire.

Obi-Wan deflected each blaster bolt as he tucked you closer to his back. "Whose… idea… was this?"

"Ask him," you shouted over the weapon fire.

Anakin sliced the battle droids swarming below his feet as he landed on the ground. "Good to see you, Master."

The entire Outer Rim could hear the eye roll from Obi-Wan in front of you. Then, finally, all droids were dead. The plan was a success. Instead of celebrating as you wanted to at this moment, Obi-Wan stiffened.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked, feeling just as off as his master did.

"I sense another," he said, tucking you further behind his back; the heat of his hand behind your back radiated down your body.

He was correct.

As a blaster bolt burned through your back, you couldn't contain your cry for pain. Obi-Wan caught you before you could hit the ground.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan shouted, his head looking up to the canyon edge where metal flashed at the top.

"On it," he shouted, running off to whatever danger just entered this planet.

Maker, you were in pain as Obi-Wan shifted you up into his arms, standing. He pressed the fabric of your clock into the entry wound. You had to be screaming now.

"I know," he soothed, beginning to carry you in the ship's direction. "Keep breathing.”

You felt like you were flying by the way he moved. As you stared at the pinkish sky, you kept your gaze on Obi-Wan. The neck device was what truly kept him weak. He carried you with the barest struggle.

"O-Obi… Wan," you breathed. He glanced at you briefly, unable to keep his gaze as your swirled with dizziness. His face was tight, emotions boiling under the surface.

"You're going to be alright," he assured.

Your vision blurred. Anakin must have been there because he shouted Obi-Wan's name.

Obi-Wan's voice slipped in and out of your consciousness as he carried you up the ramp. "Contact… Council… Prepare… Blood loss… Liver…"

He laid you on a cool surface. You felt like it was a mortuary, your death approaching. You could feel the oblivion calling, and who were you to ignore its request? Obi-Wan was safe… Your love was safe. Perhaps it was your time-

Obi-Want shook you violently, calling your name. Your eyes flew open as you tried to focus on him while his hand hovered over your wound. You felt the skin around you tingle. His face pinched into the deepest concentration.

"Stay awake," he commanded, eyes piercing through your skull.

The shuttle took off. You could hear the rumbling of the engine.

You blinked rapidly as you felt your time coming to a close. The blood was all about gone from your system so you could see your skin's veins. This was it. This was when you would die with the man you love trying to save your life. This was no longer your life, though. You forfeited it the moment you fell in love with him. For him, though, you would hold on a moment longer if only to keep his eyes from disappearing forever.

"So stubborn," you murmured sleepily.

He eyed you with that look you loved so dearly. "Save your strength."

You smiled, tasting blood. "I missed you, too."

He must have seen the blood in your teeth because he focused his hands harder over your gut.

Death was knocking, but you would hold on just a moment longer to stay with him. He was beautiful, even covered in sweat, bruises, and dirt. He was beautiful when he first said hello to you all those years ago. He was beautiful when he joked with Anakin or worked through a battle plan. You loved him fiercely even as you neared the end.

"Obi-Wan," you whispered. For the first time in your life, you let your love slip through your words as you said it.

He concentrated harder, both hands beginning to shake. Finally, Obi-Wan glanced at you and looked afraid for the first time in his life.

"Be still, darling," he said, words barely steady.

Your eyes fluttered. "You're are the best person… I've ever known."

Memories floated across your head. The first time you met… Sneaking into the archives to look at holocrons after hours... A sunny day at the planetarium... the sun's light glowing wonderfully around him... During your last weeks together, catching him looking at you when you weren't looking.

He ignored you as you saw these memories dance before you eyes. Little beads of sweat formed on his brow. Still so beautiful even as he began to see you were dying in front of him.

"You've… changed my life,” you whispered.

"Hush," he hissed. A range of emotions coursed through his face. He was trying to fight this as if there was an enemy he could slay with his lightsaber…. Just so he could keep you tethered to this world.

Maker, if only you could take away his pain. Your voice cracked. "I-I don't regret-"

"Stop," he begged. A hand now caressed your cheek. It was callused but warm and the best feeling in the entire galaxy. You leaned into his touch, tears escaping your eyes and rolling down his hand.

With the last bout of strength, you opened your eyes fully and looked at him.

"I love you, Obi-Wan Kenobi… in this life… and the next."

His face contorted in the deepest agony you had ever seen. He had never relayed such pain even in the hands of the enemy today. He suffered and weathered through everything in his life. Yet, your words had seared through that calm and steady mental wall he built, which you loved and hated.

You felt his forehead connect with yours as your eyes slipped closed.

"Darling," he pleaded. "Stay with me."

Warmth coursed through your veins as you felt his tears pool over your lids.

Stay, my love. His voice caressed your mind.

Perhaps, you'd stay a little longer if only to hear his voice. The voice of a man you loved who loved you in return, beckoning you to stay with him.

A/N: First Obi fic, and of course, I torture the man like this. (Thank you for reading!)

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