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Gray Jedi

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day 23 Prompt: "No, you won't understand, ever."

Summary: Y/N left the Jedi Order over differences with their teachings and a love for Anakin Skywalker. Now, however, something is wrong with Anakin, and they might be the only one who can stop tradgedy from happening.

Word Count: 2,094

Category: Angst, Fluff

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I'd spent the majority of my life as a Jedi, so I'd heard plenty of Masters utter the phrase "I feel a disturbance in the Force" or some variation of it over the years. I'd even felt a few myself, once or twice. But nothing had ever felt like the looming cloud of dread that hung over me now.

I hadn't been a Jedi for more than a year now, which made the feeling all the stranger. I'd left over a few differences with the Council and their rules, opting to become a Gray Jedi by technicality and a non-Force-user by practice. So the feeling of dark premonition battering me awake from my peaceful sleep was even stranger.

Even having let my connection with the Force fade a bit, I knew enough to not ignore this sign. Especially because the face of my former best friend, Anakin Skywalker, featured in every single flash this vision was giving me.

Anakin had been one of the reasons I'd decided to leave in the first place. Somehow, when I wasn't paying attention, I'd fallen in love with my best friend. And that kind of love was forbidden among the Jedi.

I'd put up with it for a while, for most of the Clone Wars. But finally, when it started to feel like Anakin might have returned my affections, it got to be too much for me. I couldn't have something with him and still be a Jedi. So I'd left.

Anakin had stayed, and I didn't blame him for it one bit. The Jedi were the only family he'd known since his mother, and the only family he had left since her death. I, probably stupidly, had never talked to him about my feelings. What reason would he have had to leave?

I'd been living a new, peaceful life as far away from the war and the Sith and the Jedi as I could get, and it had been going fairly well, all things considered. But now, something was clearly wrong.

I hadn't survived as long as I did in the war by completely ignoring my instincts. So, I grabbed my lightsaber and took off for the Temple, since that would be the best place to talk about my vision and to start finding Anakin.

When I got to the Temple, however, I found it almost deserted. Something was clearly, deeply wrong.

As I stood in the entryway of the place I'd once called home, I felt a harsh shove in the Force, like someone had physically put their hands on me and pushed. I stumbled, taking a few steps in the direction to keep from falling, then decided to keep going. I rested one hand on the hilt of my lightsaber, ready to draw at a moment's notice as I raced through the halls.

To my surprise, the shoving brought me right to one of the most relaxing, comfortable spaces in the Temple. Even more surprising, I found this one full of what must've been every youngling in the Order.

They looked at me questioningly, and I looked back the same way. That violent shoving in the Force had stopped, so what exactly did it want from me? Why had it dragged me here years after I'd left all this behind?

A moment later, I got my answer. The gaze of the younglings shifted from me to a point behind me, and chills went down my spine. I heard a familiar voice say my name, but nothing about his presence in the Force felt familiar.

Slowly, I turned, leaving one had on my saber. With the younglings behind me, I came face to face with Anakin Skywalker, the only man I'd ever loved. And he looked terrible.

His shoulders were hunched, and he held his lightsaber in his hand like he was ready for combat. His hair was a mess, and through the Force, I could almost see a literal cluster of darkness surrounding him. But worst of all, his eyes were yellow. Glowing Sith yellow.

"Anakin..." I breathed, keeping my tone carefully calm like I was talking to a scared animal. "What are you doing?"

"The Jedi have to be destroyed, Y/N. They are corrupt, and working for the downfall of the Republic."

"Anakin, what-"

"They've been keeping things from me my entire life. They're plotting against the Senate. This is the only way to ensure peace."

"Anakin... I understand that you're feeling hurt and angry-"

"No, you won't understand, ever! This is the only way!"

Anakin ignited his lightsaber, pure emotion and anger lacing his tone as he seemed to grow to the point of towering over me and the younglings. I should 've been terrified. Instead, I was feeling some anger of my own.

"You think I don't understand what you're feeling?" I demanded, raising my voice to match Anakin's tone. "You think I don't understand the anger, the betrayal that comes from realizing the Jedi aren't always right? That the thing you grew up with, your family, is enforcing a code that is actively hurting you? Do I need to remind you, Anakin, that I left the Order? A year ago?"

"It's not the same."

"No, it's not. Unlike you, I managed to develop somewhat healthy coping mechanisms and didn't listen to the Chancellor hissing in my ear, the snake."

"You're like the Jedi! You hate him! He's the only one who's been honest with me, who's helped me."

I sighed heavily and rested one hand on my hip. I could still feel the storm of emotions swirling around Anakin, but now I was determined to diffuse it.

"I don't hate the Chancellor Anakin, I just think he's a slimy politician. Ergo, not to be trusted. And usually not the honest type."

Anakin spluttered like he didn't know what to say, so I continued.

"Anakin, listen, I understand feeling angry and fed up with the Jedi. It's why I left! And I really don't mean this as an insult, but since you came to the Temple so late, they were especially terrible at accommodating you and helping you find healthy ways to deal with your emotions. But the Sith are absolutely not the answer either. Their path is an endless cycle of pain, anger, and hurt. You lash out, like you're doing now, in an attempt to stop the hurt. Then you feel more hate, for yourself and for the world rejecting you, as a result of what you did to try to stop the hurt in the first place. And other Sith, whoever it is that dragged you down this path, will manipulate, exploit, and abuse you through that pain to get you to do their bidding. I... I really don't want to see that happen to you, Anakin."

He took a long, long moment to respond, his eyes staring into the distance past me rather than focusing on any one thing. I just waited, trying to project all the warmth and love I'd ever felt for this man to him through the Force. Finally, he turned back to me.

"You don't know who the Sith is?"

"No. I stopped caring, to be totally honest with you, the day I left. I wanted to leave this life and everything that came with it behind."

"So why did you come back?"

I sighed, long and heavy. This was not a conversation I particularly wanted to have, especially not with a bunch of younglings listening in behind me, but it was that or let Anakin fall. The second option wasn't really an option, so that left me with the first.

"I got bodied awake by the Force in the middle of the night after spending a year ignoring it with a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and that I needed to come back here."

"And why did you listen?"

"Well... because you were in the vision, Anakin. I didn't get details, but I did get an overwhelming bad feeling, and I knew you were involved. So... I came back for you."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I squirmed a little under the intensity of his gaze. There were so many bigger, more important things happening right now than my feelings for Anakin coming to light, but somehow that thought dominated my mind.

"You came back... for me?"

"Yeah, Ani. I mean... ugh, I can't believe I left the Order and now I'm still having to admit this, in the Temple no less." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, completely removing my hand from the hilt of my lightsaber. I had no desire to fight my way out of this one against Anakin. Then, I used every last ounce of willpower in my body to look the man I loved straight in the eye. "I love you, Anakin. I've loved you for a long, long time. A while ago, I thought maybe you might've felt the same way, but... that doesn't matter. The Jedi Code forbids that kind of love, that kind of loyalty and reliance on another person. But you, and the love for you filling my heart, have always made me happier and stronger than I was without it. I spent a long time trying to square that with the Jedi ideals, and I couldn't. So, for that and other reasons, I left.

"But Ani, for the record, it didn't and doesn't fit with the Sith teachings, either. The Sith have no room for love. Obsession, maybe, but not love. They thrive on hate and anger, and there's no lasting room for those emotions in a loving relationship. Or in a happy existence, for that matter."

"You... love me?"

"Very very much." I gave him the smallest smile, letting as much hope as I could muster shine through. Anakin blinked back at me, his grip on his lightsaber relaxing, and I thought I noticed that cloud of darkness shrinking quite a bit.

I took a deep breath, then held out my hand to Anakin. I'd already come this far, so why not.

"Anakin... come with me. Let's both get the hell out of here, leave the Sith and the Jedi behind. Let them fight their war with their Codes and their restrictions, their lack of love and their hate and their anger, and go make our own, happy lives together somewhere else. I can't pretend to have all the answers, but I've at least had some practice developing healthier strategies for dealing with big feelings than the Jedi ever gave me. Let's go figure out more together."

For a few long, heart-stopping moments, I thought Anakin would refuse. He'd raise his saber, let the darkness win, and end everything right here and now. Then, slowly, he retracted the blade on his lightsaber. The darkness had all but gone now, and the yellow had faded slightly from his eyes. Finally, he nodded and reached for me.

"I love you too. I have for a long time. After you left, I thought I'd never see you again."

I smiled, trying to keep the sadness out of my expression as much as possible as Anakin finally took my hand. Our eyes stayed locked on each other, and I pulled him closer to me.

"Well, it's a good thing I came back then, isn't it?"

Anakin nodded, slowly at first and then much faster as he pulled me the rest of the way to him, wrapping me tight in his arms. I hugged him right back, a warm glow surrounding me and spreading through every part of my body. Who or whatever had shoved me here with the Force seemed to let out a sigh.

"C'mon, Anakin," I said, pulling back gently, just enough to smile at him. "Let's get out of here."

He nodded, a small smile finally working its way onto his own face, and I led him away from the younglings without looking back. I hated to think what might've happened if I hadn't been here, but it didn't matter. It hadn't happened, and now Anakin and I were finally getting a shot at some kind of happy ending.

A disturbance still echoed through the Force as we left the Temple and returned to my ship, but it wasn't the one that had sent me running here. Something strange and terrifying was happening in the galaxy, but now, it was happening without Anakin. Hopefully that would make a difference, and even if it didn't, at least I'd have him by my side for the rest of whatever was to come.

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[dailydragon08]

A Crime of A Different Kind

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader   Summary: Your and Luke's undercover mission to investigate imperial dealings in Tatooine's underworld doesn't go quite according to plan--especially with the pair of you undercover at Lord Halfoc's party posing as crime lord and consort. Warnings: grabby criminals, gross misogynistic comments, some non-consensual touching (but nothing too intense, because Luke would never allow that), making out, reader is in a very revealing dress (pictured above), implied/referenced drug use (not Luke or reader). A/N:  "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. I made a fancy cover for the first time, so hopefully it’s not trash. Find me on AO3 under DragonHeartstring360 and see my masterlist linked in my pinned post on my blog! Stay tuned for a part 2!

***

You glanced at Luke from across the dim throne room. Crime lords, drug dealers, and con men of all races loitered with their slaves and consorts at Halfoc’s party—and so did several imperialists, which was why you and Luke were here. You’d been sent by Mon Mothma to find more information about the deal the imperialists—who supposedly had a Force-sensitive among them, which was why your presence was crucial—were striking with the Tatooine crime lord to try and resurrect the fractured empire. You’d entered with fake invitations—with Luke as a fellow criminal named Anberrie and you as his slave girl.

“Consort,” he’d corrected you earlier aboard the Redeemer. “I refuse to call you a slave.”

He seemed to sense your gaze and met your eyes across the room. His costume consisted of a thin grey, long-sleeved v-neck shirt with matching pants and boots, a waist-length asymmetrical cape slung over one shoulder hiding the lightsaber at his belt. With his hair neatly swept away to the side of his forehead and stony look Leia had taught him, he looked every bit the rich criminal. His eyes softened as they turned to you and his shoulders ticked down several notches as he sighed. He shook his head slightly and you tried to send him a reassuring smile.

Just remember to breathe. You don’t want the empire’s Force user to sense your discomfort.

He nodded before taking a deep, slow breath—only to begin hacking into his elbow as the haze of smoke went up his nose.

You struggled to hide your smile. Maybe don’t breathe too deep.

He bit his lip to hide his chuckle as he turned back to the other guests near him. You glanced at the other consorts and dancers in the corner around you. Many of them chatted with each other, but you could sense their animosity, anger, and anxiety. You did your best to join the conversation enough to blend, but still stay to yourself enough to remain unremarkable.

Although the dress might not have been helping in that regard—if you could even call it a dress. It barely covered anything. The back was open with the green fabric in front creating a deep v that barely covered your chest and showed off your hips before connecting to a gold ring by your belly button. From there, the flowy skirt continued in an upside-down v to the floor, with a slit that exposed nearly your whole leg. The large sleeves flared out and extended to your knees, partially hiding the shock cuffs around your wrists and ankles—which Luke had sworn he wouldn’t even think of activating. However, it was the only alternative to chains, and the entire ensemble was a necessary evil for the current mission. Almost more nerve-wracking than the worst of Tatooine’s underworld ogling you was the fact that Luke would, too. Although the memory of him failing to function when you came out of your room on the Redeemer almost made you laugh. He’d been mid-sentence before doing a double take, his words spluttering to a halt. He’d let out a shaky breath as he practically melted and leaned on the table behind him for support. But, ever the gentleman, he had insisted you wear his cloak and gave you an apologetic look as he’d removed it from your shoulders later to stash for the trip back to the ship.

Your eyes wandered to him again as you sighed. He really did look strikingly handsome in his outfit—which would explain why some of Halfoc’s dancers were all over him. You could feel his discomfort as a Twi’lek woman pressed herself against his chest and ran a hand up and around his neck. He reached for you through the Force before gently grabbing her shoulders and moving her several steps back.

You bit your tongue to keep yourself from flying to his side. Stretching your legs, you turned to take in the dark walls, floor, and smoky haze of the central area. Several heavy shutters were partially open to allow airflow while keeping out the heat of the suns. A stage stood near a raised dais holding an empty throne with live music. Dancers flowed from the stage to prance between the circular tables and around the bench seats pressed against the walls, running their hands along different guests’ shoulders, whether they had their own consort on their lap getting handsy or not. Guards armed with blasters and spears with Halfoc’s symbol emblazoned on their chests stood at attention at each doorway and you were sure there were more hidden in the crowd.

Did you find anything yet? Luke’s voice rang soothingly in your head.

I’ve barely had a chance to get away. We need a distraction— Before you could finish your thought, you felt large hands roughly grope your butt before sliding around the bare skin of your waist. You jumped and glanced over your shoulder to see a large Trandoshan close behind you. You grimaced before turning to face the group of slaves before you, knowing any thrown elbows or cold remarks could blow your cover. They gave you sympathetic looks before most of them scurried off, the ones who stayed forming groups for safety.

You tensed and braced yourself as the Trandoshan’s hand descended your thigh, his fingers edging closer to the inside of your leg. You screwed your eyes shut, unable to resist the urge to throw your elbow back. Before it could make contact with his chest, however, you felt his hand suddenly rip away.

You turned to see Luke had practically materialized behind you. He grabbed your waist with his other hand and pushed you behind him, still holding the Trandoshan’s hand in a death grip. His blue eyes had turned icier than you’d ever seen them and you thanked the Maker you’d never been on the receiving end of that glare. “Don’t touch her,” he growled low in his throat. Although you were sure he was putting on some sinister airs for effect, you could feel his very real rage and disgust through the Force.

“Why?” the alien leered. “We can share. There’s plenty of her to go around.”

You felt Luke’s irritation grow beside you. “Why don’t you go find someone else to pass around before I make you regret it? This one’s mine.”

You swallowed hard. As degrading as the situation was, seeing him defend you so fiercely sent shivers through you for entirely different reasons.

The Trandoshan looked like he was about to argue but turned as a few guards hovered nearby with spears at the ready. “Boss doesn’t want too much trouble here,” one said. “The last thing you should be doing is fighting over some worthless slave girl.”

Luke bristled beside you. Unsure what else to do that would keep you looking in character, you pressed yourself flush against Luke’s chest and pushed him into a dark corner of the room. Several other guests had slave girls on their laps, their hands and lips roaming. A glance over your shoulder showed the Trandoshan slinking away to bother some other poor girl as you pushed Luke into a padded chair. He landed a bit more roughly than you intended, releasing a shaky breath as he looked up at you with round doe-eyes, his hands coming up to rest against the bare skin of your waist. He quickly retracted his flesh hand, but you held his gloved hand in place as you seated yourself in his lap.

“Sorry,” you hissed in his ear, thankful the music was loud enough to drown you out from any passersby. “You really need to work on not going bright red every time I touch you. It’s not very crime lord-y of you.”

He cleared his throat. “I would stop if I could, believe me.” His eyes turned soft in the murky light. “Are you all right?”

You nodded, seeing the guards still hovering and watching the pair of you from the corner of your eye. You wrapped an arm around Luke’s shoulder while grabbing his flesh hand and putting it back on your waist. “You can, um, touch to be more convincing if you need to.”

He gave you a stilted nod, his hand immediately falling to your fabric-covered leg. “I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more respect than what you’re getting in here. All these women do.” He stared at you for a moment before brushing some hair away from your face. “You know I have the utmost respect for you, right?”

You nodded before pressing your forehead to his. “I know, but I appreciate you reminding me.” He closed his eyes and sighed, pulling you closer to his chest. You sensed the guards turn and leave and finally let the tension bleed from your body, letting Luke’s sense of tranquility at your closeness wash over you. For a moment, you just sat on his lap, enjoying the feeling of him against you. Your fingers wandered from his shoulder to the hair at the nape of his neck of their own accord. Before you could pull back and apologize, he sighed and gently bumped his nose against yours, his fingers rubbing soothing circles along the fabric of your skirt.

You nearly lost yourself as his soft voice whispered, “I’m so sorry I’ve had to be rougher and more rude than usual. Mothma said to be convincing, but I hate this.”

“I know. It’s okay, I promise. I did manage to find out a bit of information and send it to Mothma, just in case something happens.”

He held you tighter. The slit in your skirt fell open to expose most of your leg and you felt him gently pull the fabric back in place, holding it there with his hand. “I won’t let anything happen.”

“Not very crime lord-y of you just now.”

He huffed out a breath that could’ve been a laugh. “I just…hate that they’re all leering at you.”

“That was sort of part of the job description.”

“I know, but I just…” he tilted his head back to meet your eyes. The smoke made his eyes water and brought out the blue even more. He opened his mouth to say something before sighing and giving you a soft shrug. “I—”

“I know. It’s okay. Hopefully, we’ll be out of here soon.” You almost forgot your next sentence as you lost yourself in his gaze. His gloved hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he held you in his eyes. “Any luck locating our Force user?”

“Not yet. I can sense someone Force-sensitive—other than you, of course—but I’m having trouble pinpointing exactly where it’s coming from.”

“Seen Halfoc yet?”

“A few times across the room, but not up close. The fight will start soon though, and there’s a prep room that connects to the arena, so I think I will soon. The intel said it’s a habit of his to wish each contestant good luck before the fight. There’s a large Rodian following him around though, who I think might be our Force user.”

You squeezed him tighter. “Please be careful…do you know what you’re fighting?”

“The guests fight each other, then the final winner fights one of Halfoc’s pets. It’s not to the death, but it’s close—I think a guard is coming towards us.”

“Probably should look a little dazed, then.”

“What?”

“Like you’ve been…you know…having a good time.”

He was silent and tense underneath you before clearing his throat again.

You laughed. “You’re setting a record for that today.”

He smiled and coughed slightly but held you closer as you sat up in his lap and pressed his face into the exposed skin of your shoulder. Your hand dove into his hair more on instinct than anything else and he let out a shuddery exhale beneath you.

It’s just his body’s instinct, you told yourself to stifle your excitement. He’s probably…touch-starved or something. Although that wasn’t entirely true. He never hesitated to be physically affectionate to anyone, you included. And if his friendly little touches set you on fire, the way he was nearly trying to meld into you and hold you close now had your whole body pulsing.

Commotion and several cries behind you caught your attention. Two of the guests were wrestling on the floor in a fistfight. Luke held you tighter and turned in his chair to shield you with his body. He turned back to you, hovering his mouth close to your ear. “Here’s your distraction—go and be careful.”

You nodded before scrambling off his lap. In the other slaves’ and guests’ haste to get out of the way, you slipped through an unguarded doorway and melted into the shadows of the hall.

***

You felt Luke’s Force signature reach for yours, anticipation and worry clouding his mind as you sensed him coming closer. You almost smacked straight into his chest as you weaved through the drunk, animated crowd in the throne room.

Luke grabbed your upper arm in his hand, the question burning in his eyes and only relaxing when you nodded. “The fight is starting soon. We’re supposed to go to the prep room now. A lot of people are taking their consorts with them, so you should probably come with me to blend.”

You sensed another reason he wanted you with him, but merely nodded and let him lead you down a short hallway. Through a small, oval door sat a large, plain room with closed bay doors on the opposite side. Several plush chairs and tables covered with drinks and food bordered the walls. Medical droids hovered in the corner as Halfoc’s guards eyed the large group of guests and slaves meandering through the two other oval doors scattered along the back wall.

Luke’s hand gripped yours tightly as the two of you made your way into an open corner. He grabbed your waist and gently turned you away from the others, putting your hand on the lightsaber at his belt. With a combination of his cape and your skirt, you transferred his weapon into the holster hidden on your thigh, pinning it next to your own saber. His fingers brushed your bare leg in the exchange and you couldn’t help the resulting goosebumps and shiver.

He grimaced. “I would offer you my cape, but they would probably think that was too gentlemanly for a crime lord and his consort.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m okay.”

His blue eyes stared intently into your own and you felt his concern bleed into the Force. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, glancing behind him at the approaching redhead. He was short, portly, and dressed to the nines with a large Rodian following behind him. You couldn’t help wrinkling your nose at his slimy demeanor. “I think Halfoc’s coming to wish you luck.”

Luke’s eyes lingered on you for a moment before he closed them, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again, the crime lord persona was back in place in all its unfeeling glory. It was strangely terrifying and alluring at the same time. As he turned to meet Halfoc, his hand moving to tightly grasp your waist and pull you flush against him, you couldn’t help but think if he was a true crime lord, he would’ve easily had his pick of any man or woman in this room.

“Anberrie, isn’t it?” the man asked, coming to a halt before you. The Rodian stood silently at attention behind him with two other men in imperial uniforms. You could feel the Force flowing strongly from him and Luke’s gentle squeeze to your hip told you he did, too.

“Yes,” Luke replied. “Halfoc, I take it? Quite the party.”

Halfoc laughed. “The one and only. I throw many of these bashes but have never seen you at one. You must be a newcomer. What exactly is your business?”

“Spice trade.”

Halfoc chuckled. “Ah, yes, I’m very familiar with spice.”

Their conversation became lost to you as the Rodian shifted. The intel hadn’t said whether he was protecting Halfoc or sticking close by because of the deal they’d just made in the back offices—the one they thought had been private and unrecorded. His dark eyes studied you shamelessly, flitting up and down your frame. He glanced at one of the imperial officers before subtly flicking his hand as if swatting a fly. You felt the Force flow as the slit in your skirt was wrenched open. Before it could fly too far, Luke’s hand slid further down your waist to hold the skirt in place. His hand was practically on your butt with the angle he had to take to preserve your dignity, the movement pressing you even closer against him. You could feel the muscles of his chest and arms from the proximity and took a steadying breath.

The Rodian’s eyes fell to Luke’s hand and narrowed, finally taking in your companion. You glanced up to see Luke meeting the alien’s eyes with just as much intensity.

“Now, now, let’s play nicely,” Halfoc said. “This is my newest business associate and his own personal retinue…I trust their presence won’t be a problem?”

Luke turned his attention back to the man in front of him and gave him a cold smile. “Of course not. We’re only interested in securing more business, not trouble.”

Halfoc clapped Luke on the arm. “That’s what I like to hear. The fight will begin in a few minutes. You’ll be asked to remove any capes, jackets, and weapons on your person and give them to my guards for safekeeping. They’ll be returned to you after the fight, of course.” His eyes finally fell to you. “Quite the lovely arm candy you’ve got there. Mind if I—”

Luke turned to shield you with his body as Halfoc’s hand made a grab at your chest, his gloved hand securely holding your hip while his flesh hand pressed against the bare skin of your back to hold you close. “I do mind, actually.”

Halfoc’s eyebrows rose, but he laughed. “Well, to each his own. Be a good girl and give your master a good luck kiss, then.”

Luke turned to you with soft, concerned eyes. You licked your lips and stared for a moment before pressing a light kiss to the sharp line of his jaw, letting your lips linger selfishly. You felt his arousal grow through the Force and heard him take in a quiet hiss of breath as his gloved fingers tightened around your waist.

“Oh, come on,” Halfoc groaned. “A real one. You can’t be that stingy with her and then not take what you want. Don’t bother with consent from these types, boy.”

You felt Luke’s mix of disgust, concern, and anxiety through the Force.

Don’t blow our cover, you sent to him. Plus the Rodian is so close.

Luke closed his eyes for a moment. Are you sure? I won’t do it without your consent, no matter what Halfoc says…And it will have to be a bit rough to be believable.

You hesitated. Do it.

I’m so sorry.

It’s all right.

Luke’s flesh hand left your back to roughly cup both sides of your jaw. His face dove towards yours at a startling speed, but stopped just as his lips brushed against yours. You took a shaky breath in at the same time he did before he pressed a firm, but soft kiss to your lips.

You thought you heard Halfoc’s distant “there you go” before sensing him leave with his entourage, but couldn’t be sure. All you were sure of was how soft Luke’s lips were against yours. You’d pictured this moment so many times and only wished that it was real—maybe in the cockpit of the Redeemer, safely nestled in Luke’s lap in the pilot seat. The image only heightened your arousal and you couldn’t help melting into him as his hand glided down your neck and to the exposed skin at the small of your back.

You finally had to break for air and were surprised when he panted into your mouth just as hard as you. His flesh fingers gently traced shapes against your skin, finally flattening his palm out to slide up and down your spine before diving into the curls of your half-updo. You weren’t sure if he bent his head to continue the kiss first or if you did, but you wouldn’t be the one to end it. He tasted of something distinctly Luke that you couldn’t quite describe, but knew you wanted to experience every day for the rest of your life. As you sunk further into his embrace, he only pulled you closer, his gloved hand digging gently into your hip as yours slid up his chest to dive into the hair at the nape of his neck. He gasped against your lips as your fingers entwined with the soft strands. You could sense his excitement peaking through the bond you shared—and with a little embarrassment, realized you felt something else peaking against you that did not help your current predicament. A soft moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and the whole situation felt like a crime of a different kind. He didn’t seem to notice before a quiet groan left him as well.

You forced yourself to separate your lips from his, trying to keep your gasps for air to a minimum. He pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, keeping a gentle, yet firm grip on you as he shuddered out his own breath. The hand on the small of your back slowly slid to your side. “Maker, you’re so soft,” he murmured. You felt his sudden humiliation bloom as his face turned an adorable shade of red. He pulled away from you and you bit back your laugh as he cleared his throat for the umpteenth time. “Sorry, I—I’m sorry.”

Before you could reply, the large bay doors opened behind him. Cheers and screams from the crowd assembled in the amphitheater seats poured in, as did a strong buffet of wind that blew Luke’s hair into his eyes. He blinked, letting out a stuttered whoosh as your fingers gently combed the strands back into place. He pressed his forehead to yours again for a brief moment before leaving a quick, light kiss on your forehead.

“Be careful,” you whispered.

“Only if you are,” he murmured as he hesitantly took a few steps back. You grabbed his hand and he gave you a reassuring squeeze. His eyes fell to your skirt billowing around your legs from the breeze, the slit now fully open and exposed. His eyes closed and another shuddery exhale seemed to leave him of its own accord before he turned away from you, letting your hand trail out of his as he made his way to the arena. As he removed his cape and tactical belt and handed it to a guard, you caught him licking his lips, letting his tongue linger for a moment longer than necessary.

You took your own deep breath, doing your best to stifle your concern as the announcer began to call out opponents. Each winner had to fight a new opponent and although it felt like an eternity as you wondered when Luke would be called and who he would be fighting, it gave you a good opportunity to ogle his back. His shirt was thin to account for the heat and clung to him in all the right places—and so did the pants.

As Luke waited with the other contestants, you noticed the Rodian and his guards were nowhere to be found. Just as you reached out with the Force, Halfoc sidled up next to you. He was shorter than you by several inches and you couldn’t keep the disgust from your face as he smirked and gently patted your butt. “Well, hello there, lovely. Now that your master’s occupied—”

“Anberrie, step forward,” the announcer’s voice rang throughout the arena.

Luke strode confidently forward, a standard-issue spear from the guard in his hand. He paused as the most recent winner stalked towards him, watching in confusion as he walked past Luke and back through the bay doors to sit down. A barred gate slid open with a screech on the other side of the arena and the Rodian—who stood several inches taller than Luke—made his way to the center of the stage. “Anberrie Darklighter versus Aros Tanwa.” The crowd cheered as he ignited a red lightsaber.

Luke turned to you in concern just as Halfoc began, “I couldn’t help but notice those kisses and touches were a bit…romantic for a master and his slave.” His beady eyes gleamed in the light of the suns. “Unless, of course, you’re not actually who you say you are.”

Several of Halfoc’s guards whirled around and pointed their blasters and spears at you as Aros’ imperial guards suddenly lunged out of the nearest door towards you. You yanked your lightsaber from your leg and ignited the blade, throwing Luke’s towards him and using the Force to guide it along its path to his hand.

Luke dropped his spear and activated his saber just as Aros jumped towards him, blocking a flurry of blows to the screams and boos of the audience. Halfoc’s guards yanked their master out of the way as you swung your own weapon, blocking several blaster shots and slicing the guards’ spears in half. The other guests dove for cover, joining the firefight, as their consorts fled into the throne room.

You deflected more fire, using the Force to throw objects in your pursuers’ path and fling them back several feet whenever they got too close. You carefully carved a path to Luke’s side and shielded his back while he dealt with Aros.

The recording of the meeting— Luke began.

Already sent it to Mothma. Now focus.

Aros suddenly backflipped into the stands, several spectators moving out of the way to allow him room, and disappeared into the crowd. A large roar filled the air from beyond the gate. The bay doors began to close and you and Luke glanced at each other before making a run for it. Another deep wail filled the air behind you as you blocked more blaster shots, tripping over your swirling skirts and sprawling to the ground. Luke glanced back and skidded to a halt.

“No, keep going!”

He sprinted back over to you, crouching just in time for another angry bellow to call your attention. A shadow loomed inside the gate, taking up the entire frame, before a Reek Bull emerged into the light of the desert. Its nose ring rattled as it shook its head, pawing at the ground and eyeing the two Jedi now trapped inside.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” you grumbled as the bull charged toward you.

You rolled one way while Luke jumped the other as the animal approached you with surprising speed. It slowed to a halt just as the bay doors closed. From a high point in the stands, Aros flipped onto the bull’s back and used it as a launching point to dive at you. You rolled out of the way again before leaping to your feet and landing a hard kick in the center of the Rodian’s chest, using the Force to give it some extra oomph. He flew back with an oof and smacked into the bull’s side. The bull turned from where it was glaring Luke down to rocket Aros in a new direction with his front foot. You used the Force to grab the Sith’s body and fling him into a merchant’s display in the stands. Bits and bobbles went flying and the wood of the stall splintered and collapsed on top of him, buying you enough time to block more blaster fire.

Several of Halfoc’s guards jumped over the railing into the arena as the host’s voice called over the loudspeaker, “I want them alive for the moff!”

The guards weren’t much of a challenge for the Force and your lightsaber. The last few in the group fled towards the edge of the ring, raining fire at you until they were cut down by their own deflected shots. As the last of them fell, you felt a strange tingling sensation. Before you could ignore it and turn to help Luke, your entire nervous system jolted and shook under your skin. You crumpled into a heap on the ground as your muscles no longer obeyed your commands and your bones rattled inside your frame. Glancing down showed blue energy crackling around your shock cuffs and traveling up and down your arms, legs, and torso. You screwed your eyes shut and thrashed against the burning sensation, unable to contain a scream.

You thought you heard Luke call your name but couldn’t be sure over the popping in your ears. You risked a glance up to see imperial guards speeding towards you with electrostaffs before you curled into a ball again as more shockwaves rocked your body. The ground shook as the bull hurtled towards you. But instead of the feet of the beast or pointed edges of a spear greeting you, there were several screams and silence before you felt the cuffs split from your skin and fall to the sandy ground below.

You took several gulping breaths as you lay there shaking and whimpering. Luke was by your side in an instant, gently pulling you into his arms bridal style. “I’m sorry,” he murmured in your ear as he carried you towards the now docile and waiting bull. “Aros used the Force to activate the cuffs before running off.”

You looked around from the safety of Luke’s chest. The arena was in total chaos as guests ran screaming to the exits while the guards were busy fending off several more beasts that had escaped their cages and fled into the arena. A few had even scaled the railing and were running among the seats snapping up forgotten food and drink.

The bull sighed and lowered itself onto its belly as Luke approached. He gently helped you onto its back before climbing up behind you.

“Did you tame it?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

“Yes,” he replied, giving it a firm smack to the butt to urge it toward the arena's gate. “And I’ll be freeing it after we get out of here—hold on!”

He wrapped an arm around your waist while tightly holding the chain attached to the bull’s nose ring. The creature sped towards the gate, gaining momentum as it went and lowering its head. The guards dove out of the way with a yelp as the bull’s front horn shattered the doors and you careened into the open desert.

The ride was jarring to say the least, which didn’t help your screaming muscles and joints. You teetered on the bull’s back as your head spun and body ached only for Luke to pull you against him. You let your head fall against his shoulder, sinking into his solid chest and closing your eyes. His thumb rubbed soothing circles against your waist and you weaved your fingers through his, giving him a gentle squeeze as he gently brushed the tip of his nose against your cheek.

It was impossible to fall asleep on the bull’s back, but you still weren’t sure how much time had passed when Luke said, “Do you think you can jump?”

You nodded before sitting up with his help and swinging your legs over the side. He did the same, staring at you in concern before grabbing your hand. You both slid down the beast’s leathery side in unison as it roared before continuing its path past the neighborhood hiding your supply stash.

A strong wind buffeted the two of you as you approached the modest stone and clay houses. People hurried to and fro to collect their laundry and children alike and ushered them inside.

“What’s happening?” you asked as you followed Luke down an alleyway.

He still gripped your hand tightly, only letting go to dig in a chest buried in a corner between two buildings. The narrow strip between houses created a wind tunnel and you watched his golden-brown hair dance in awe, resisting the urge to reach out and smooth it back into place. As it whipped away from his ear, it allowed a peek at the sharp line of his jaw, bringing back memories of the way that exact spot had tasted against your lips earlier—

“Y/N? Are you all right? Did you hear me?”

You blinked and met his worried blue eyes where he was still crouched over the open chest. “What? Sorry.”

He slung his pack over his shoulder and stood, retaking your hand. “I said a sandstorm is starting, so we need to find shelter. We won’t make it back to the ship in time without a speeder, which I doubt these people have to spare. This is a poorer neighborhood.”

You nodded, reaching for your own pack. “How long do we have?”

“Not long—here, let me carry that.”

“But I’m fine—”

“I insist.” He hauled your bag on top of his own, leading you back out into the main thoroughfare.

Before you could get far, a woman with a baby strapped to her front met your eyes. Luke reached out a hand to stop her as the wind practically knocked you over in your weakened state. You felt you’d float away if you weren’t careful. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to steady you before shouting to be heard over the building gale. “Do you know a place where we can wait this out?”

“There’s a homestead that’s been abandoned for a while, about a half hour’s walk that way. It’s a bit old and decrepit, but it’s better than nothing. I would offer my place if I had room, but I’m staying with my mother and we’re full to the brim.”

“That’s all right, thank you.”

“Do you want me to see if I have some sort of wrap for your wife at home? That dress can’t be comfortable.”

You felt your cheeks warm, meeting Luke’s eyes as his own colored slightly. He squeezed your hand. “I have something for her, but thank you again.”

She nodded before scurrying off, using her sleeve to cover her child’s face.

“Here, hold on a minute.” Luke set your packs down, digging through his before pulling out his cloak. He paused, taking a shaky breath as a gust of wind parted the slit in your skirt again, sending it billowing behind you. Before you could be too embarrassed, a wave of dizziness overtook you and you grabbed his arm. Luke caught you against his chest before wrapping his cloak around you. “I’m going to fasten this by your waist so you have more coverage for your legs. Do you think you can hold it by your chest?”

You nodded, keeping a hole open to loop your arm through while holding the fabric closed in your fist. Luke took your hand and started in the direction the woman had pointed.

“Do you know where she’s sending us?”

Luke swallowed hard and nodded, squeezing your hand. “I do.”

“Where?”

“…A burned down farm.”

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[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Power of names

Summary:. Nina and Maul get to know each other a little better. They are still at the old ruins of the villa. Pairing: Darth Maul x OC Nina Cerasus

Warnings: Mention of wounds, violence, medication, anxiety, mutual pining, idiots in love, angst (Let me know if I left out something.) Minors DNI!

AN: This fic means a lot to me and I worked on it a lot. If you have any advice or comments, please share them with me kindly. I'm posting for the first time in years and I don't want nasty comments to discourage me from posting again. Remember it’s a slow burn! If you don't like it, please go to another blog. I did my best to translate it, so pls forgive me, English is not my first language.

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Divider by the lovely Saradika

"My idea is that we use the one answer for one question method. Truth for truth." she spoke.

Maul found this quite interesting, he didn't know the woman, but he never thought that she could be like this. In fact, he had never met a woman who was the way she was. Sure he met Komari Vosa and a few nameless female jedi, but as a non force user, a young woman she was quite an amusing little thing. 

That if she was brave or brazenly stupid, he couldn't decide it yet. She was definitely beautiful in his eyes, but even then it didn't mean much. He killed much prettier faces before.

"Why are you here?" he asked, voice in low and a bait imperious.

"I told you, I helped you. Remember? You got blacked out about a standard hour ago."

"You were here before I saw ... "

"One question, for one answer." She beckoned.

Maul just looked at her for a minute, trying to get into her mind and see if she was serious or just a lunatic. It didn't work. He ran into mental walls.

"Now it's my turn. Are you some kind of stalker?"

This hurt Maul's pride a little. He thought about how easy it would be to break that pretty neck of hers. Nevertheless, he held back.

"No" he answered simply.

"Then..."

"One answer for one question." Maul mimicked her pronunciation mockingly. 

"I offended you." she said.

"Now it's my turn." growled Maul harshly. He never liked being interrupted.

"I didn't ask, I just stated." she shrugged. Maul let that comment slip into the dark night and instead he asked her:

"You just pointed out that not many people go around here. Then what were you doing here? A lady like you alone in the forest."

"I’m not alone. You are here aren't you? Anyhow I came to stargaze. Then I saw you curled up like a deformed shrimp, and noticed you might need some help." the woman pointed to the telescope. "You?"

"I came here to wait. Did you take my clothes off?"

"Now you say this as if I approached you with dirty intentions." She frowned. "Yes, I took off some of the pieces of your outfit, because your body was hot as fire, I was afraid you would go into a fever shock.” 

“And yet you left a wounded male behind and left?”

“Well I figured that you wouldn’t be so happy to be woken up in the hospital. From the fact that when I tried to put a poultice on you, you growled at me and pushed me away. Plus, you're quite heavy, I couldn't have carried you with me, and the ambulances don't come down here, the vegetation is too dense. So I went for medicine and some food.”

“Are you planning to hurt me?” she asked after a short pause.

“That depends. Did you touch my saber?”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed.

“Look this thigy seems quite personal in your culture. I know it's a weapon, so I didn't even plan to hold it or play with it, lest I hurt myself. That's why when it rolled off your belt I preferred to leave it there.”

Silence settled over them, Maul weighing the facts, seeing no sign of a lie. He was skeptical though.

“So. No comments? Are you silent-treathing me?” she asked and he eyed her. 

“What reason would I have to believe your words little starlight? You could lie. You are obviously very good at that.”

“How do you know that?”

“You have the qualities for what it takes to speak like a senator or a lawyer. Twisting the thread of truth is also a kind of lie, little starlight. "

"But If I were a liar, wouldn’t my lies be valuable to me, to negotiate with you?” she asked, a cunning glint in her eyes.

"Probably. But I have already guessed that you have the ability to show your false image to the world.

Her eyes widened only for a moment, then she changed the subject.

"You hungry? I brought some food for you.”

She had to do something. The silence was becoming awkward. The male zabrak saw through her during one single conversation, and she doesn't like that. She began to take out of the bag what she’d brought. The male followed her every move and Nina did her best not to look at him.  Because the longer she looked at him, the more attractive he got in her eyes. 

He was tall, and despite the many clothes, his muscular frame was visible. Nina already noticed this when they first met. However, now the male was not wearing a hood, so she could easily see his face. He was captivating in every way. Nina liked the tattoo marks that accentuated his features and made him dangerously handsome. And that pair of eyes, which haunted Nina for days and nights in her dreams. She felt goosebumps from his wild eyes when they’re watching her. While they were talking she counted his horns. Ten of them adorning his skull like a haunted crown.

He had mysterious aura surround him and had a face so exquisitely chiseled it could’ve been sculpted by one of the ancient nabooan artist.

He was quite possibly the most beautiful and the most dangerous man she ever met. 

“So this is soup and I brought bacta and some pain killers. You need my help with the wounds?” 

He only glared at her site. She let out a tired sigh.

“Don’t be a thick skull! I don’t know what you’ve been through but you need to be taken care of.” she tried again with a faint smile. “I promise it’s not poisoned or anything. Remember I was in a rush, maybe next time.”

Maul only lingered in the quiet contemplation that settled between them.

“Fine, suit yourself. But I have plans for my evening.” she told him her green eyes shine coldly, and from her voice Maul could feel that he offended her. 

Nevertheless, it did not escape his attention that indeed she did not ask permission nor mercy to let her go. She simply ended the conversation and left. How arrogant of her. Nevertheless she managed to earn his recognition for her bravery. It was kind of refreshing. Almost the biggest compliment in his vocabulary.

He only followed her with his gaze, and casted his shadows out around her. Trying to find a crack on her shield to read her, while she was bringing her telescope out to the old garden. He successfully slipped in a small crack. Her thoughts were available for him now. 

She was annoyed by his silence, and this made him amused. But he watched her forgetting about him and concentrating on the stars instead and he felt that a specific kind of nostalgia settled around her aura. 

What an odd hobby. Watching the sky. What could happen? Ships come and go in the atmosphere. The stars are just as dim, and none of the observed ones are necessary for orientation. Then why does she care about them? This seemed like a waste of time to Maul. Still, by the time he realized it, he was standing outside a few steps away from her. He rolled his eyes at himself. Pathetic.

Maul was surprised, she wasn't even scared of him. She simply treated him as if she had been waiting for him. It's like he's known her for a long time. As if they already belong to each other on some level. Maybe it was possible, but he doubted.  

He didn't know this feeling, but warmth spread in his stomach, tingling all over his body. He didn't move, he just looked calm, collected and not able to be readed. It was as if he could have stopped this one moment in time like this, stretched it like a movie screen and viewed it detail by detail. Maul could feel how much a single moment could change everything. That this moment would be important in his life, but he didn't know how yet.

The young woman looked at the sky through the telescope, probably spying the comets that pass each year. She looked full of life and cheerful, her eyes sparkling with excitement as if her irises had been sprinkled with a sea of ​​stardust. When she noticed that Maul hadn't moved, she looked up and closed the distance between them a few steps, holding out her hand.

When she smiled, he noticed her dimples, the small wrinkles around her eyes, and the gap between her front teeth. No one had ever smiled at Maul before. This was new. It wasn't mocking, or contemptuous, or fear, it was just a cheerful and friendly smile that she gave him. Or was she a crazy person? Smiling at him, someone who meant to be a nightmare to the ones who saw his face.

"How about a fresh new start? My name is Nina. Nina Cerasus.”

Her voice was feminine but a bit hoarse. Maybe he was too rough with her.

Maul found it ironic that her name in old language was the same as the drupe fruit of the tree that smelled like the perfume she used, and whose pink petals dappled the snowy ground of the planet Carlac when it bloomed. Her other name meant grace.  

"You haven't given me your name. I can't call you a mysterious stranger every time we meet." she laughed faintly, not breaking eye contact. “ My grandmother said that a name has power. If you don't know someone's name, you have no power over them.”

“What if I don’t want you to have this kind of power?” he asked, but he knew at that moment it was late for that. She affected him in some way, since they met. 

He wasn't able to concentrate while he meditated, he felt frustrated all the time.

Maul felt uncertain, when he was in an uncharted unknown place, there he could always refer to the Force. This time it's different somehow. The Force was whispering to his intuition, so he answered by it.

“Maul.” 

He accepted the hand extended to him. When his fingers slid into her palm, the Force for a moment created dim images, they were more part of some sort of feelings than clear images. It showed him feelings of nostalgia for future memories. Nevertheless made sense to him, that was the moment when Maul knew that his fate was partially intertwined with Nina's. The average, non-Force sensitive  Nina.

Since he told her his name he realized that he would always be Maul to her. Not Darth, not Maul the apprentice, not the assassin, just Maul heir to Dathomir.

He only remembered this name. If there was another and different before, it no longer belonged to him.

What wise words were spoken by her relative.

His master really had Maul under his control, as he had given him that name when he earned it.

He wondered about this when Nina tried to show him a couple of comets up close through the telescope. He still didn't understand why she was special, but even if impulsively and unexpectedly, Nina showed a little bit of herself, just for him,her mental walls were nowhere to be found. This made him feel important for some reason, in a way, he couldn't grasp a thought about but felt …

Her eyes drifted to the colorful comets before they drifted back to his. His hearts slowed a fractions of a heartbeats. He noticed the heat rush back to her pale skin on her cheeks. This made tiny crackles of electricity hum under her gaze. It grounded him with such a weight that it took a big amount of willpower not to step closer to her. Instead he shake off the strange sensation and stepped back.

Then he left for his ship, he felt that he needed to give back her space. Never even think about her that night. 

The golden and crimson lights of dawn reflected on his black attire as he meditated on the grass. This time with success. This was what his mind was so wrapped up about. Nevertheless he went for a walk  to clear his thoughts before his morning training began.

She was almost out of the woods in the clear between the forest and the house. He stood before her and in his stretched hand was her bag, which she brought earlier for him. 

When their eyes met, he clearly felt the young woman's attraction to him. The green in her irises seemed even brighter in sunlight like jade crystals in crown jewelry.

"I didn't mean to disturb your meditation." she spoke softly.

“Maybe I’ll see you again. “ he said. 

“Maybe you will, Maul.” 

She meant it, but never promised anything.

This was the first time saying his name out loud. The name slipped softly and elegantly from her lips, and he liked the sound of it as if it was a whisper into the receding night.

She felt her mood swift to this new sensation, excitement and the colorful stars she saw. Meeting him was indeed like watching a handful of shooting stars in the sky. Suddenly the ruins felt less quiet, buzzing with some sort of disturbance. It was dark, but comfortingly dark, the one she always knew.

Then she turned away and went home, leaving the moment fading away, with a half smile on her face.

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[fals3nd]

rey. she / her / hers. born sometime in 15 aby. approximately 20.

canon divergences

not a palpatine. rey is in no way related to sheev palpatine ; she is the child of two nobodies who sold her on jakku, ostensibly for drinking & gambling money. it is something rey had blocked out of her memory and lost to time. she held hope for years that they would return to jakku and take her back home with them, a hope only smashed by the unkind words of kylo ren.

accidentally force pulled her parent’s spacecraft back to jakku. the shuttle had been rising over the orange sand dunes and into the bright blue sky, and rey - unthinking, young, terrified - had reached out for it. she had pulled. she could not have known that it was going to end in smoke & flame due to a strong unintentional use of the force.

does not call herself a skywalker. though she comes to view luke & leia as family, rey opts instead to remain rey with no surname.

non-romantic force dyad. being a force dyad with ben solo does not carry any romantic connotations or end with it. instead, it leads to struggles with the idea of being the one assigned to the side of the light. she is far from a perfect person - all of the scrappers on jakku had done horrible things to survive - and the pressure of being the light in some mystical force duo is not something she feels suited for.

forged a duble bladed lightsaber for herself. using parts from her quarterstaff, rey created a saber that meant she could use the fighting style she had learned throughout her life with the classic weapon of a force user.

struggles with internal components of the force. while rey is exceptionally strong with the force, this often manifests in physical manipulations that she sometimes has difficulty controlling. things may vibrate around her as she becomes angry. she has used force lightning and pulls without intending to cause damage on several occasions. she lacks control and struggles with the internal calm and focus required to harness such things. this is a long, uphill battle.

a pilot. when with the resistance, rey can often be found hanging out with and around the pilots. on jakku, from childhood to adulthood, rey spent the peak hours of heat and the coldest ones of the night peering up at the sky and dreaming of someday flying away. the discarded helmet of an x-wing pilot had been one of her most prized possessions. how could she be around so many of the beautiful ships and not spend all her time around them? rey likes helping with repairs and begging joyrides off of the pilots at every possible opportunity.

touch averse at first. life on jakku does not create someone used to casual or friendly touch. for a while, rey is someone who does not give out or receive touch much at all. she isn’t used to it being a good thing. this is something that slowly shifts until flipping entirely by the defeat of the first order ; rey becomes an extremely touchy person, reveling in the comfort of friendly little touches and nudges that she had not known for most of her life.

was not saved by ben. rey did die in the final push against the first order, but it was not ben solo who brought her back to life. it was instead leia’s final act before becoming one with the force.

after the defeat of the first order, rey does leave. she returns to her friends with the resistance very often, but spends a great deal of her time travelling from planet to planet to find and aid force sensitive children - and any lost or abandoned child in general. the point isn’t raising them as jedi, just making sure they are somewhere safe and cared for and provided for in a way she never was.

does not call herself a jedi. in truth, rey thinks the idea of the jedi and sith is a dangerous one that only breeds trouble. do one bad thing and you are evil, apparently? it doesn’t track to rey, and she abandons trying to be either. she’s just rey. that should be enough.

#* rey ; musings #found my old blog for her he he he he he

[goblininawig]

Messing around with ideas for a force sensitive!fem!reader x Mando fic that explores non-jedi force users to help train Grogu...

#star wars #the mandalorian #moodboard #din djarin x reader #goblininawig

[depizan]

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...

Just how does the Force work.

I find the Force and Force Users difficult to deal with because canon is (unsurprisingly) rather inconsistent regarding Force Use. Actually, scratch that rather. It's entirely inconsistent regarding Force Use.

The original trilogy treats Force Use as a matter of training. You are Force Sensitive, you can learn to be a Force User and do Force User things. I don't think there are any lines about relative strength in the Force (I could have forgotten, though), and there are definitely scenes that imply that the cool shit Force Users can do is cool shit any Force User can do. (The scene where Yoda pulls Luke's X-Wing out of the bog, for instance.)

The prequel trilogy treats Force Use as a matter of training and of power levels. Some Force Sensitives are stronger than others. Exactly what that means isn't clear, especially since even an extremely powerful Force Sensitive can be left untrained, presumably without being a danger to themselves or others. (Yes, Anakin eventually gets trained, but he was going to be turned away and we get nothing to suggest that this had any risk to it.)

Pretty much everything after the prequels (or possibly starting in Legends before them) does some version of the power level and training thing. Sort of.

Hell, even in the prequel trilogy, it's a sort of. We never get any sense of what it means that Anakin is so powerful in the Force, and he certainly doesn't come off as any more powerful than any other Jedi.

In fact, exactly what Force Users are capable of and their relative power in comparison to one another--and to non-Force Users--gets increasingly unclear, the more Star Wars you consume. Everyone has power levels and abilities according to the plot.

Which means that if you're a fanfic writer, you have two choices: you can also go with power levels and ability according to the plot or you can try to have some kind of coherent way things work. *cough* I may have just revealed my bias there.

It's partly me being snooty. (I like consistent world building, okay. I know this is absolutely the wrong franchise for it, but it wouldn't have to be, damn it.) But a lot of it comes down to my finding it easier to write when I know what the people I'm writing about are capable of. And that includes any characters with the Force.

The answer to what a character can do can't be: whatever the plot needs them to do (or not do). That doesn't work for me. Which leaves me trying to put some kind of sensible rules on a power that canonically has none.

(Or canonically has different rules depending on who's writing it at present.)

God damn space wizards, why do you make everything so difficult?

How does Force Healing work? Do you need to know anatomy and medicine and such? Can you use the Force to tell how things are supposed to be? Are you drawing energy for it from the Force itself? From you? From your patient?

If a more and less powerful Force User were both pulling telekenetically on something, would the more powerful Force User win, or does it not work like that?

Hell, what does being more powerful/stronger in the Force even mean? Does it affect what you can do, or just how quickly you learn?

Do Force Users have to actively try to read the emotions (and/or thoughts) of people around them or actively tune them out? To what degree are Force Users empathic or telepathic in the first place? Could they misread someone?

Which Force abilities can be used without training? Some? None? Any?

Do Jedi have to concentrate/meditate to pull off larger Force feats (like Yoda retrieving Luke's X-Wing)? Can Sith call on rage to do the same things?

Why can non-Force Sensitives sometimes successfully duel (win or at least hold their own) against Force Sensitives while other times it goes like Han trying to shoot Darth Vader? Is there an in-universe explanation, or is it all "the plot said so"?

Does using the Force come with an energy cost to the user? Does it matter which side of the Force they're using?

What does it look like when a Miraluka "sees" with the Force? Is it a kind of sight, or is it something else that's just called seeing? Is it the same as what sighted Jedi see (or "see") when they use the Force instead of their vision?

Does using the Force to do things a person wouldn't ordinarily be capable of, like jumping extra high or landing safely from a high place, still take a toll on the body?

Hell, what are some Force powers? When a Sith chokes someone with the Force, are they using telekinesis or is it a mind power? Is Force Lightning actual electricity or something else? When Force Users use the Force to hide themselves are they doing something that renders them actually invisible/camouflaged or is it a mind power? (Would a security camera see a cloaked Force User? Would someone the Force User didn't know was there?)

What range do Force powers have? Does it depend on the power, the Force User, or something else? (Assuming their powers even have a maximum range.)

It's like inventing a whole entire magic system from scratch!

Only worse, because canon (or once-canon) can both confirm and deny any choice one makes.

#Mac vs the Force #Mac vs worldbuilding

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 3): General Bracket Match 10

Taka Jamoreesa | Identity: non-binary | Media: Last Shot

Taka Jamoreesa was a freelance pilot during the early New Republic. They advised their services pretending to be Han Solo, just to get customers to their berth. Ironically, they were hired by Han and Lando to covertly pilot them on their mission to find and then stop Fyzen Gor and the Phylanx Redux transmitter. Unbeknownst to their employers, they were already in the employ of Leia Organa, and kept her updated on the mission.

They were born on Alderaan and lost both their parents in its destruction, hence their loyalty to Leia. They had a prideful and devil-may-care attitude. They preferred to fly to the blaring music of their favorite band, Snograth and the Mogwars, which other people found extremely annoying. They also had a pet worrt named Korrg. If they had the cultural context, they would have called Han and Lando boomers.

They appear on a card for the game X-Wing, depicting them flying a troop transport for the Resistance, although there have been no actual follow up stories.

Lula Talisola | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Lula Talisola was a padawan student of the Star Hopper, who was part of a group of Padawans receiving training from Yoda during his sabbatical from the High Council. During the Great Disaster, they helped save the citizens of the planet Trymant from a simultaneous Emergence and Nihil attack. They were helped by Zeen Mrala, who was a member of a cult that didn’t accept Force users. After revealing her powers, she joined the padawans on the Star Hopper as essentially a Jedi auxiliary, receiving training from the padawans and their masters even though she couldn’t become a Jedi. The Jedi of the Star Hopper attempted to capture Kix Kamerat, Zeen’s friend who was quickly rising through the ranks of the Nihil. During that time, Zeen and Lula grew romantically close and only managed to capture Kix due to finding a balance between their love and nonattachment/duty and the Force connection that facilitated. During the Destruction of Starlight Beacon, Lula went missing.

Lula began her journey with the best grades in all areas of being a Jedi, but feeling very uncertain about being able to actually succeed in a real mission. She felt like she couldn’t share her fears with her fellow padawans and masters. Despite that, she slowly gained confidence as she gained field experience. She wasn’t hardened by the horrors of the conflict with the Nihil, and kept Zeen from Force-choking Krix, even though that allowed him to escape. And the end of the comic series, she is offered a knighthood, but rejects it until she can figure out her feelings for Zeen and fully dedicate herself to the Order. She’s Kantam’s Padwan, who was Yoda’s Padawan, making her part of the disaster lineage. 

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[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 13

first chapter (x); previous chapter (x)

She’s hiking in front of Obi-Wan when it happens.

It feels like Dantooine has stopped spinning beneath her, like even the air molecules surrounding her freeze in place.

A downpour. Inundation. Mud slides. Entire swaths of the forest wiped away in minutes.

Satine hears Obi-Wan reach out to her. “Satine?”

She spins around, horrified. “We need to reach higher ground. Quickly.” And she grabs his hand, pulling him behind her, as the world begins to rotate again.

To his credit, Obi-Wan does not argue. Instead he matches her pace, both their strides longer than before. “What just happened?” he asks.

Satine shakes her head. “I have no idea.”

“Did you see something? Hear something?”

She glances at him. “I felt it,” she says. “The rains - ”

“Gauging by what the shopkeeper said, we still are two weeks out - ”

Satine shakes her head. “The rains are coming early this year. I can’t explain how I know, Obi; I just do.”

He nods. “Move now. Ponder this later,” he says, and they move faster.

---

By midday, dark clouds appear behind them. They are followed the rest of the day, the distance between them growing ever smaller. By nightfall, the sky threatens to break open above them. Obi-Wan mercifully spots a crevice in the mountainside, and they slip in, leaving the lightning behind them.

Satine sets down her pack. Sweat has soaked her tunic, and she pulls it over her head and lays it aside, digging through the pack for dry fabric. By the time she’s changed, Obi-Wan has already started a fire. He’s kneeling beside it, watching it as though in a trance, when she places a hand on his shoulder. His tunic is soaked as well, and she offers him another. He stands, making to remove the shirt. Her hands take over and do it for him, laying the tunic beside her own.

Before she hands him the dry shirt, she kisses his collarbone.

He pulls on the tunic, and Satine says, “What happened to me out there?” The words are quiet. Saying them too loud, somehow, would give legitimacy to what must have been a hallucination - because she can’t think of any other explanation for the feeling that had overwhelmed her senses.

Outside, the skies break, opening the rainy season.

Obi-Wan scrubs a hand over his face. “I was just about to ask the same thing,” he admits. He sits down, still facing the fire. “It sounded like you were describing a Force vision, but such visions are rare even among Jedi.”

“I’m not…” Satine swallows and tries to form the words again. “I’m not Force-sensitive, right? I’d know if I were, would I not?”

“You might not know,” says Obi-Wan, choosing his words carefully. “But I find it unlikely that both myself and Master Qui-Gon would have missed it.”

“And it doesn’t develop over time? There’s no history of younglings born without a connection to the Force but then suddenly having it well into adulthood?”

Obi-Wan looks up at her. “Not that I am aware.” He reaches up a hand and pulls her down to him. “You’re worried.”

She doesn’t deny it. “You’re not?”

“What happened is…odd,” he says. “But I’ve seen weirder. Plus,” he adds, looking around. “I think we just found the entrance to the abandoned Jedi Temple. The Force is strong here. Perhaps strong enough to affect non-Force-users.”

Satine tenses. “We found it? This is it?”

Obi-Wan chuckles at the excitement in her voice.

“How can you tell?” Satine asks.

“It feels like home,” he says simply.

Satine nods. I know the feeling, she thinks, relaxing back into his arms.

---

Over the next few days, they travel through the Temple. Their original plan had been to use the Temple as a home base while they scouted a location better suited for a rebellion headquarters, but upon discovering how far the underground cave system extends, it becomes clear that headquarters should be built here. They name it Phoenix Base, and for once there is no bickering necessary to reach a consensus.

While they map the ruins, taking stock of what artifacts remain, Satine tells him about her family. She learns of his first crush - a fellow Jedi youngling named Siri Tachi - and the family he thinks remains on Stewjon. “I think I had a brother,” Obi-Wan says softly as they make their way through what must have been a crèche for younglings.

“We could look for him,” offers Satine. “When this is all over. When it’s safer. We could track down your parents, Ben.”

She watches as a soft smile crosses his face. “We could,” he says, and his mind is clearly far from here, across the galaxy. “I think I’d like that.”

Satine’s thoughts drift, pulled by the potential of Obi-Wan’s family. What had they been like? Did he have his father’s eyes? His mother’s smile? From whom did he get his moral compass? Perhaps both of them?

There’s a flash, and suddenly the ruins of the crèche are no longer ruins - instead, the walls are bright, small beds line one end of the room, and various toys are scattered throughout. A Jedi youngling, her back to Satine, sits at the end of a bed, hunched over something. A book, perhaps? Satine takes a step forward, and the young girl looks over her shoulder.

Then she’s gone, and Satine is back in the ruins.

She blinks, trying to compose herself. Of course, Obi-Wan notices immediately and steps to her. “Satine?”

She grabs his forearm. “I think…I think I just saw…” She swallows. “I think I just saw this room before it was abandoned.”

Obi-Wan is silent, offering her time to pull herself back.

“There was a girl,” whispers Satine. “Dressed in Jedi robes. Maybe nine, ten standard years old.” She looks at Obi-Wan. “I do not understand.”

His worried look likely mirrors her own, Satine thinks.

“I won’t pretend I do, either,” says Obi-Wan. “But you’re not mad; you’re not crazy, Satine. The Force often works in ways even the most experienced Jedi do not understand. I expect we’ll learn in time what this means.”

“So it means something, then?”

“Your first vision did. I’d hazard a guess that this one does as well.”

Satine looks around the room, taking in the ruins once more. She can’t erase the girl’s wise eyes from her memory.

“Teach me,” says Satine, glancing back at Obi-Wan. “I know I’ll never be a Jedi, but I have this feeling…whatever it is the Force is trying to tell me, the only way I’ll hear it is through you.”

To her surprise, Obi-Wan nods. “I’ve been thinking about this even before your vision,” he admits. “There’s a good chance we’ll be here for many years if Bail decides to build his base here. If we join the rebellion, you’ll need to know more about the Force. Including how to fight.”

She would have vehemently disagreed with such words even a few weeks prior. But now, she knows he’s right.

“Where do we start?”

#star wars fanfic #satine kryze #obi-wan kenobi #the lawless au #obitine #the clone wars

[rhaenyratargeryn]

S T A R W A R S

AWWWW HELL YEA~

Favorite character: This one is actually hard for me because I love SO many of them but it definitely has to be Anakin Skywalker. Just his entire arc, like it is tragic and just done so WELL. Who is more iconic than Vader/Anakin? No one.

Least Favorite character: I wouldn't say I have a least favorite-- more like, why did you bring PALPATINE BACK JJ ABRAMS WHY? So-- Palpatine. Pls just let the old sith plot device die.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Stormpilot, finnrey, reylo, huxrose (a passing interest in the Aesthetic), Rebelcaptain and I do on occassion have a soft spot for Obiwan x a LOT OF FOLKS.

Character I find most attractive: UM Ewan as Obiwan. Anakin. Rey. Leia. Din, Cassian, Jyn... too many to pick from.

Character I would marry: I think Obiwan seems like good husband material. Marry him or Din.

Character I would be best friends with: Rey I hope ;-;

a random thought: If "neutral" force users who turned from the "Jedi" path exist, there should be imo force users who turned from the staunch "Sith" path. I like exploring that idea of an inquistor type like Reva leaving and forging their own path.

An unpopular opinion: I like reylo tends to be unpopular enough for folks LOL

My Canon OTP: Reylo <3

My Non-canon OTP: Stormpilot. ROBBED. WE WERE ROBBED.

Most Badass Character: Hmm-- I'd say it has got to be Darth Vader. Who does it like him? No one.

Most Epic Villain: Also Darth Vader c'mon

Pairing I am not a fan of: I can't think of any... I'm a big time multishipper so I pretty much find everything cute.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): (: so many. So. Many.

Favourite Friendship: Finn and Rey, followed closely by Anakin and Obiwan and then from the OG trilogy, Luke and Han.

Character I most identify with: Rey. That scene in the force awakens where she rips the lightsaber towards herself and away from Kylo was something my childhood self needed.

Character I wish I could be: Hmm... probably Rey too tbh. I just love her so much ;-;

#ask game #star wars #TY <3333

[passionesolja]

This for @ankahikoibaat or whoever. Your take is garbage and so I’m gonna address it point by point.

I’m a very blunt and hyperbolic person but I ain’t tryna be rude to you, OP, i just think that you really taking Star Wars more seriously than it is with this one.

Let me say that I’m not y’all I look at the Jedi order the same way I look at Stand users from jojos bizarre adventure. I don’t consider the Jedi to be some special religion.

They’re mfs with powers and so idgaf about they fake ass no deity headass “religion”. Mfs who followed my man’s Dio Brando had more religious credibility than the space magicians

Considering how canon is in Star Wars, I think that all of it is far game. Star Wars doesn’t have a consistent canon. So people can pull from it inconsistently. Y’all say “Star Wars is folklore” to justify the weird canon bullshit then get mad when people treat it like folklore.

However, one thing that remains clear is that the Jedi just let the worst criminal organization have the time of they life without even killing them all off and taking control of the syndicate.

There are no hutt aligned force users. There’s no excuse for this.

If giorno did it than the Jedi can too.

Imo them not ending the Hutts’ shit is why they’re an immoral and almost evil entity. Like there’s no excuse. They have the entire resources of the government.

Again, Giorno Giovanna would NEVER

Like I said, I don’t think the Jedi are a religion. They’re just some bitches in with power who don’t do shit with it even though they claim to have some moral righteousness.

The Jedi have no gods. No culture. No traditions. No customs. They’re space x men so if you have that amount of power then you being a useless ass bitch becomes evil by apathy.

They’re a religion when it comes to not doing shit but suddenly stop being when they want to take over the republic.

They have to mediate and be closer to the force so they can’t spend the weekend wiping out a criminal syndicate but they have all the time in the world to do a religious coup.

The sith are evil but at least bitches proactive and not lazy as fuck until it’s time to overthrow the current government leader

I mean yeah who’s saying otherwise?

Look outside of mfs clowning the Jedi I’ve never seen a mf who doesn’t fuck with the sith iconically. And even then, I wouldn’t get all pissy about it.

Like imagine being morally hurt because somebody likes La Squadra more than Bucci Gang.

It’s fictional. These are space x men.

Why do y’all always conflate the space wizards with Buddhist? Shit is so insulting that you think your rock moving space bitches is remotely similar to a real religion.

This shit is so far removed from reality. Unless you really fucking detached.

No one who isn’t yall views the Jedi as a religion, inspired or not. Bitches kinda just see them as superheroes or some shit.

If I was a Buddhist I would mad as fuck that you think my religious leaders and ideology is on the same level as the space wizards with the green immortal gremlin

If you think that then please get some help. Shit goofy as hell.

The word replacing arguments are non arguments.

I could say “replace ‘Dio Brando’ in the phrase ‘Dio Brando is evil’ with ‘all women’ and youre regurgitating misogynistic talking points. Congrats’

Like no shit yeah if you replace a word or phrase then it has a different meaning?

No offense to Op but this an remedial ass argument. Try harder next time

At the end of the day, Star Wars is fiction.

With fiction, emotional connection and likability is more important than morality in the story is. These are fictional characters, so if they kill a bitch you don’t care about, it’s not a big deal because who cares?

I don’t cry when I intentionally run over a npc in gta. I won’t cry when one fictional characters fucks up another one because it’s fake.

Again, maybe I’m just not hypersentive nor have I ever felt a real emotional connection to any Star Wars character because they’re not relatable.

Like I wouldn’t say that someone is promoting gang activity because they play saints row or like Scarface, so why would say that a bitch who likes the Empire is supporting fascism?

Majority people can emotionally and mentally separate reality from fiction. It’s why somebody can play CoD but not do the shit shown in CoD.

Like being real, Dio Brando in Stardust Crusaders and Phantom Blood is more evil than the Empire is.

I don’t give a fuck if some random ass planet is blown up or they mean to ET aliens. I don’t know these bitches. I don’t know anybody from Alderaan so I ain’t getting emotionally wreck because a fake planet is blown up by a fake battleship in a fake universe.

But a bitch cares if Kakyoin and Jonathan Joestar is killed. A bitch still lowkey mourning Jonathan Joestar’s death when I see his death scene. Why? Because I give a fuck about them.

Bitch like me be giggling watching the order 66 scene. Because I personally love watching fictional characters I don’t care about get owned. Plo Koon’s starship nosediving? Funny.

Why? He a fictional character he have no soul or humanity. His actor is fine and living good. Real people and fictional characters don’t have remotely the same amount of worth to me

But there a real momentary pang in my heart when I think of Leone Abbacchio and Narancia Ghirga’s death because I don’t have an connection with the Jedi order as viewer, I been with those two mfs since the start of the Part of JoJo.

Yeah, they voice actors good but shit dawg I can’t believe those characters who I liked went out like that

Conclusion

To end this, I think this entire argument is stupid. I don’t really connect to the Jedi.

I like sith more because they act like jojo villains. they have wild powers, act flamboyant and extra, and wear goody outfits. That shit is the closest to jojo I can get in Star Wars.

But even then, like I don’t care that much.

Sidious my favorite Star Wars character and each time I see him die I be laughing because the dumbass bitch deserved it

Op, I’m really not tryna be rude to you with this but please understand that you’re taking Star Wars too seriously.

What fictional side in a fake story somebody like have little bearing on their morality and worldviews. I really think you should detach from Star Wars and get back in touch with reality because Star Wars isn’t deep.

[lego-star-wars-the-complesf]

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[dswcp]

It’s Padme Week and the 500th post on DSWCP, so here is the cutest Anidala moment in all of Star Wars comics! I like that it is just a little ominous.

Star Wars Adventures 12: “Intermission, Part 1.” Marvel. July 25, 2018. Writers: Elsa Charretier and Pierrick Colinet. Penciller: Elsa Charretier. Letterer: Tom B. Long. Colorist: Sarah Stern.

#star wars #star wars comics #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #anidala #the clone wars #sw prequels #marvel comics #elsa charretier #pierrick colinet #2018 #naboo #(kind of) #non-force users #impure jedi content lol #jedi x non-force user #star wars otp #star wars hugs #so cute!!! #4 panels #republic #cyborg #feelings #beautiful planet #star wars museum #non-violence #500 panels!

[gothy-froggy]

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Hello so I’m realizing that the only way I’ll be making fan fics is that I get requests so I’m making this if anyone wants to requests anything!

Star Wars

Jedi/light force users

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Anakin Skywalker x reader

(Mandalorian/Rebels) Ahsoka Tano x reader

Luke Skywalker x reader

Leia Organa x reader

Qui-Gon Jinn x reader

(Caleb Dume) Kanan Jarrus x reader

Cal Kestis x reader

Aalya Secura x reader 

Shaak Ti x reader

Bounty Hunters/Smugglers/etc

Boba Fett

Jango Fett

Bossk

Cad Bane

Embo

Asajj Ventress 

Fennec Shand

Han Solo

Zam Wesell

Din Dirjin 

Hando Ohnaka

Sith/Dark force users

Darth Vader

Darth Maul

Revan

Darth Nihilus 

General Grievous 

(More coming soon)

Clones 

Fives x reader

Rex x reader

Cody x reader

Hunter x reader

Tech x reader

Crosshair x reader

Echo x reader

Wrecker x reader

Wolffe x reader

Tup x reader

Fox x reader

Others

Eli Vanto x reader

Thrawn x reader

Hera Syndulla x reader

(Others coming soon)

Dead by Daylight

Killers 

Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen (Ghostface)

Herman Carter (Doctor) x reader

Evan Macmillan (Trapper) x reader

Philip Ojomo (Wraith) x reader

Michael Myers (Shape) x reader 

Anna (Huntress) x reader

Adiris (Plague) x reader

Legion (Frank,Susie,Julie,Joey) x reader

Kazan Yomaoka (Oni) x reader

Caleb Quinn x reader

Pyramid Head (Executioner) x reader

Ji-WoonHak (Trickster) x reader

Tarhos Kovács (Knight) x reader

Survivor 

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Yui Kimura x reader

Leon Scott Kennedy x reader

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DC

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In a Crowd of Thousands: Across Time and Space (3)

Din Djarin/Mando X Fem!OC ; Star Wars/The Mandalorian Universe

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The halls of the Imperial cruiser were quiet. The sound of electricity bounced off the glossy surfaces. Only one person remained to occupy this particular area of the ship. Anyone with half a brain knew not to go near while he was performing his tests. Experiments. Sorcery some called it.

Moff Gideon knew better.

Gideon made sure to be completely alone during his sessions. His private quarters were tucked away in a seclusive area of the ship. Double sealing doors as an added precaution. He walked towards a locked box, opened it with the retinal scanner and peered down at the weapon held safely in its keep. The dark saber it was called. Once the weapon of a Jedi, the famed Mandalore, then some Mandalorian girl named Bo Katan -- she claimed to be the rightful ruler of her creed’s desolate planet. She was sorely mistaken -- and now Gideon himself. It held more power than any of the feeble minded fools on the cruiser could possibly fathom.

Gideon was no fool. He had studied its history, read any and all texts he could get his hands on in his pursuit to unravel its secrets. The old Jedi teachings had turned into nothing more than myth, and it was better that way. The Jedi stood in the way of progress. Subjugation, absolute rule, that was how the galaxy was meant to be. It was simpler. Less messy, so long as everyone stayed in line. And with the Jedi gone, the Rebellion grasping at straws, it was even easier to expand the banner of the great and glorious Empire. Now was the time to reap the rewards of his tireless efforts.

He held it up to the light for observation. The hilt seemed to thrum with life even before he ignited the blade. Matte black metal. Stern lines. Sharp corners. Hard and cold like a dark stone the ocean beats against. At the blade's ignition, Gideon felt a surge of energy run through his fingertips then throughout the expanse of his entire body. The power was unlike anything Gideon had ever experienced before. It was energy. It was power. Pure, raw, uninhibited power.

He gingerly waved it about. A deep sound reverberated through the air as the saber passed each air molecule. The light emanating off the blade seemed to flicker and gleam like that of a distant star in the black ink of space.

With a sudden outburst of violence, Gideon slashed an entire control panel in half with a single swing. The saber cut through with ease, searing and melting anything and everything it came in contact with. He was immensely pleased. What he’d heard and read about this weapon was true. But the real test had yet to begin. In his efforts to wield the dark saber effectively, he also did his due research on the more mystical qualities.

The Jedi did not share the more intimate secrets of their teachings to those outside their circles. That knowledge was difficult to come by. But Gideon had his ways. He managed to acquire an extremely old, and rare text that detailed the history and origins of the blade. Its innate connection with something known as the force -- the undercurrent of every living and non-living thing in the galaxy. An interconnecting thread to everything, and everyone.

From what Gideon understood, the blade allowed its wielder to tap into this current and perform feats that could defy the laws of the natural world. It was a power that made the user valuable, and dangerous -- hence the slaughter of the Jedi after Order 66, and subsequent hunt for any and all who showed any connection to the force at all -- and Gideon wanted more than anything to tap into this current.

Gideon had one more goal besides acquiring a working knowledge of wielding the force. He wanted to find a child. The child. The one that had evaded him all this time. He was the key to everything.

He held the saber in both hands, closed his eyes, and reached out. Into what, he did not know. But Gideon allowed the dark weapon in his hands to pull his subconscious forward.

It started out as something small. Like a tiny flame that began to flicker down a wick until it became a raging and thunderous wildfire. He could feel more than he ever knew to be possible. The energy coursing through the ship’s electrical circuits; the blood pumping through the veins of every living soul on board; the synapses firing off in his own brain. It was astounding. He reached further. The heat emanating off of a nearby sun. The cold clutches of the vacuum. The craggy surfaces of asteroids clustered together in enormous belts. Life. Death. Order and chaos. Time and space itself.

Gideon let his mind explore this new frontier until he felt a different sensation. Another being inhabiting the same subconscious space. He pressed forward.

In his attempts, Gideon felt resistance. Either this being was aware of his presence and intentionally kept him at bay, or they had natural barriers protecting their own subconscious. He had his suspicions as to who it could be, but without the ability to probe further, his best guess would have to do.

Gideon’s frustrations began to grow at his lack of progress towards this presence, when closeby, he sensed another. Equally as strong, but completely unguarded.

Gideon’s eyes darted back and forth beneath his eyelids as he leaned into this new presence. The closer his subconscious got, the more a figure appeared in his mind. Young. A strong mind and body. Deep sadness and despair buried far below the surface. Gideon could tell even in his limited capacity that this individual was not entirely aware of their own grief. Something about this plane of consciousness told him so. He probed closer. He was beginning to develop a mental image of their physical state. A steady heartbeat, dexterous fingers toiled with something small and pliable. She was incredibly focused. Her mind was steady and clear as she worked. The attention to detail was admirable. The wires were expertly woven together and soldered neatly. A man -- whose presence was nothing more than a fog -- commended her for her work.

A Mandalorian. Two Mandalorians and…. No, it couldn’t be… It couldn’t be that easy… Oh. But it is.

Her hands paused. The clearest image of the girl he’d seen yet came into focus. Brown hair. Dark eyes. Hauntingly familiar eyes. She looked right at him.

Gideon was suddenly and viciously sent careening back into his own body. The blade retracted into the hilt as it clattered to the floor. His body had broken out into a cold sweat. It felt as though the air had been stolen from his lungs as Gideon hunched over the floor bracing himself on his hands and knees.

The silence continued with only the soft thrum of the ship's electrical systems. Then laughter. Twisted and sickening laughter clattered off the walls. Gideon couldn’t help but laugh. Just from this one attempt, he was closer than ever to not only unlocking the ancient secrets the Jedi had hoarded all these centuries, but to something else just as interesting and mysterious.

His voice sounded off the walls with no one else but himself to hear. “I found you.”

Mando had mentioned something about the wiring for the engine couplers wasn’t that great. Ava gladly volunteered to take a look and do some cleaning up in the electrical panels. She was happy to have something familiar to do.

They’d been underway for two days now and Ava was glad to have something to occupy her hands with. It was a strange feeling, sitting idly by. She was so used to getting up and filling her time with gears and cogs that needed oiling, welding manifolds back together, or rewiring entire motherboards. But on the Crest, there was only so much Ava could accomplish. There was only so much space to move around as well.

She would spend the better part of her time aboard the vessel studying the paneling, the score marks, dents, and or scratches beaten into the hull. The few bits of evidence to suggest anyone even lived aboard the flying tin can. Ava had taken a turn about the cargo hold so many times she could probably recreate it without having to open her eyes. She could walk across the floor blindfolded and navigate the entire space through touch and counting alone. She knew the exact number of steps it took to walk from one end to the other. Knew the dimensions of the small hull as well as she knew the back of her own hands. It was as if she could sense the entire space around her, a skill she developed early on and found rather useful.

Once Mando saw the quality of her work on the major problems that plagued his ship before Tatooine, he seemed to more readily accept her help even in-flight. Hence, why she was fixing up the extremely shotty work on the engine couplers. The soldering looked as though it was done by a drunkard. The wires were frayed in places the wax coating had been eaten away. There was even a stray... fossil? Something Ava couldn’t identify but was white like bone that smelled vaguely, salty? It was a mess. The more of the Crest’s internal mechanisms she was exposed to, the more she wondered how it even managed liftoff, let alone sustained hyper-flight. Nonetheless, Ava was more than confident she could fix just about anything aboard the vintage hunk of junk.

Her fingers were deft at rearranging the fixtures to their proper position. It was second nature for her to maneuver a welding torch in tight, confined spaces. She had the burn scars to prove it. Ava fell back into a quiet rhythm of stripping the wax coat off the end of some wire, finding its rightful place, then rewiring.The instruments seemed to float into her hand the exact moment she needed them. It felt good to use her hands again. It was familiar. Comforting. What was a new sensation was having a tiny pair of eyes staring up at her.

Every so often, Ava would look down at a small crate that held spare tools and see the child gazing up at her. She couldn’t help but smile. She would talk to him about her work, going over even the most obscure and minute details. Ava explained the rationale behind attaching one wire to one port, but not the other; why certain wires should never cross, or the reason she used one weld pattern over another.

The child didn’t respond using any Basic words, a coo or gurgle every now and again, but for some reason, Ava knew he could understand her. The child was rather smart. Mischievous. She’d seen him sneak more than his fair share of snacks right from under Mando’s nose. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something centering about his presence, it was rather comical given how small he was. It was as though everything was clearer, easier, her timing and flow were the most efficient they’d ever been; and all thanks to nothing more than the little one’s company.

After a brief comment on her welding and rewiring, Boba made his way up to the cockpit and Ava was left below with the child. She continued to tinker with the wiring just beyond the open wall panel when something new came over her. It felt as though a window had been opened and a fresh breeze blew around her.

Everything seemed to thrum with life. It was as if she could feel the electrical surges coursing through the ship’s systems. Her heartbeat sounded like drums in her own ears. Ava was suddenly very aware of the tiny child sitting next to her with his wide eyes and curious expression.

She looked at him for a moment, pausing her work. A shiver ran down her spine. The sensation quickly turned cold. Something extremely new for her. All her life, Ava had been wrapped by the relentless heat of Tatooine. She never could have imagined how cold space was. Her hands always felt a bit stiff now before she got into the rhythm of work. But this was something different entirely.

This was a malicious feeling. It crept in like sand mites that furrowed and bore their way into the skin. It lingered in her lungs and her head began to hurt. She worried for a moment that she might’ve caught something, maybe a bug or illness from Mando or Boba. She’d never been in close quarters like this with anyone. Not even Peli’s small hut was this stuffy and confined. Ava was sure she had checked the air filtration systems before they took off. Whatever this was just didn’t sit well with her, and it apparently didn’t sit well with the baby either.

Ava looked down at the little green child when she heard him whine. It sounded more like concern than anything else. Even his little ears were droopy and his gaze fixated on Ava.

“Do you feel it too?” Her voice was quiet as she spoke to him. Trying to make sense of the strangeness of it all.

Suddenly, Ava felt a pair of eyes on her. Not the baby’s. The Mandalorians were in the cockpit. There was no other soul aboard the ship and yet, Ava knew something, or rather, someone was watching her.

It felt as if her veins were filled with something frigid. Her body became impossible still. Her gut was telling her – screaming at her – that something was very, very wrong.

Turn around.

Turn around?

Now!

No sooner than she did, there stood a man behind her. A stern face and severe eyes. He wore all black and held a glowing sword in both hands. The moment their eyes met, it felt as though Ava was hit by a wall. Whatever had been opened slammed shut, knocking all of the air from her lungs.

Ava fell to the ground and the tools in her hands clattered against the metal floor. She struggled to pull air into her chest as her heart hammered in her ears.

Boba’s voice rang out from the upper part of the ship, “Everything alright down there, Sweetheart?” It startled Ava.

“Y-yeah. I just… got distracted.”

The baby cooed at her, as if he was trying to see if she was okay.

“I’m alright, Little Guy. Don’t worry about me.” Her voice shook terribly as she tried to fein an assuring tone. He looked at Ava in such a way she could tell he didn’t believe her.

The invasive feeling lingered in her skin. Like someone was somehow inside the very space she occupied. It was extremely unnerving. Whether out of curiosity or fear the man would still be there, Ava slowly glanced over her shoulder. There was nothing behind her but the door of the hull’s main ramp. There had never been anyone else on the ship by the four of them.

Ava tried to settle herself. She reached for the child, whose arms were outstretched for her, and brought him to her chest. Holding the little one was one of the few things that brought her comfort on this flying tin can. But she couldn’t quite shake the feeling of those eyes watching her. Peering into her.

And somewhere in the back of her mind, Ava could’ve sworn she heard a foreign voice whispering I found you.

The room was full of laughter. Rays of color danced across the room as the setting sun shone through the delicate stained glass windows. Gorgeous, heavy cloth tapestries hung from the impossibly high ceilings. Everyone wore flowing gowns and dashing capes that spun and twirled over the polished floor.

Ava was wearing a gorgeous and well-suited gown of a deep teal. It matched the washes of blue that were everywhere. Atop her head she wore a beautiful golden tiara with thin prongs that extended out like rays of sunshine. She was being twirled around by a graceful partner. He led her through the dance as the music echoed through the grand hall.

Trumpets sounded and everyone ceased dancing and looked to the grand staircase of the hall.

At the very top stood a striking couple. A distinguished looking gentleman who wore a floor-length, velvet blue cape that draped over his shoulder; to his right, a gorgeous woman with her hair twisted up in a series of cloth entwined braids with a warm disposition. They both looked down at her with warm smiles. There seemed to be a sort of glow around the pair. They were radiant in every sense of the word.

Joy filled Ava’s chest as she smiled back. She watched the man -- who was of some significance since everyone he passed bowed -- walk down the staircase. Once he had descended, he made his way over to meet Ava in the middle of the ballroom.

Soft music began to play once more. He took her hands in his and began to swing her into a waltz. The two practically floated across the floor and for the first time Ava felt like she was in the right place at the right time. The room watched with soft gazes and tender affection. As the song dwindled to a stop, the two paused and held each other's hands.

The more Ava looked at him, the more she felt like she knew him from somewhere. Perhaps a far off dream? When he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on her forehead, Ava closed her eyes.

Somewhere far away, Ava could hear someone calling out a name.

“A-”

She opened her eyes to the man standing in front of her mouthing something she couldn’t hear.

“What?” Ava asked.

His face was kind and sympathetic. Then out of nowhere, she heard…

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“Wake up.” The voice was gruff and to the point.

Ava jolted up in a fright. Someone was standing in the doorway of the sleeping quarters. On instinct, she kicked as hard as she could, hitting whoever it was with directly in the hip. They groaned in pain and toppled over. Ava realized where she was.

She was sleeping in the little cot tucked into the wall of the Razor Crest. The child was sitting next to her chest staring at her with those big eyes. She looked at the child for a moment. The music still echoed in her mind, her hands seemed warm. The place where the man had kissed Ava’s forehead still felt the soft press of his lips. The dream still felt so real that something in the back of her mind couldn’t help but wonder if the baby had something to do with it. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her, the tender touch of his tiny hand on top of hers in an endearing manner. Or maybe it was just her grasping at any sort of explanation for the hyperrealism of her subconscious mind.

Hearing whomever she kicked grunt a bit in pain, Ava scooted to the end of the crawlspace. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I just-” She stopped when a silver beskar helmet came up to meet her eye. “Oh, it’s just you. I guess it’s okay.”

Mando didn’t sound too pleased by Ava’s answer. “Get up, you’ve been asleep for way too long.” He sounded like he was clenching his jaw as he spoke and walked away to inspect something at the other end of the ship. From behind the corner, Ava could hear a chuckle. When she popped her head out, it was Boba poorly trying to conceal his enjoyment.

“I told him to be nicer. Guess he learned his lesson hasn’t he, Princess?” He offered Ava his hand and helped her shimmy out of the crawlspace.

“Have I really been out that long?”

Boba just gave her a quick smirk then explained, “It can happen sometimes if you’re not used to space travel. The artificial gravity, the speed, and pressure differentials can cause people to get drowsy. It usually wears off after a small while.”

Unsure of whether that made her feel better, Ava decided to see it as a positive. Behind her, the baby made a soft gurgling noise the way children do. She turned back and scooped the little creature into her arms. The two smiled at one another, Ava always felt calmer, centered even, when she was near or holding the child. Maybe that’s why she slept as well as she did, he had been laying with her. But he wasn’t there when she had gone to sleep. How did the little critter manage to climb up the foot and a half difference between the floor and the door opening? A better question: how did he hit the button to open the door?

So lost in thought, Ava almost didn’t hear Boba say, “Are you ready to begin?”

Puzzled, she answered him back with, “Ready for what?”

The older Mandalorian chuckled, “To become Princess Aurelia of course.”

Oh right. Princess lessons. On the night they propositioned Ava, they mentioned having to teach her the proper etiquette and mannerisms expected of a wouldbe Grand Duchess. If she was being honest with herself, Ava wasn’t looking forward to it. She didn’t exactly have the most ladylike upbringing and was starting to doubt how well she would fare. Ava grew up amongst the galaxy’s castaways and ruffians, Peli wasn’t exactly Miss Prim and Proper, so naturally neither was Ava. She didn’t know the first thing about princess-ing. Stars, Ava never ate a meal that wasn’t re-hydrated or stale in her life. Now she was supposed to learn an entire lifetime of skills in a matter of days, a couple weeks if she was lucky.

Seeing the flashes of doubt across her face, Boba placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Relax, my dear. You’re in good hands. We won’t lead you astray.”

Mando huffed.

Boba was none too pleased at the gesture from his partner. “At least, I can assure you I will put forward my best efforts. I can only ask that you reciprocate.”

Taking one more look at the baby in her arms she felt a flash of courage. Ava placed him on the edge of the cot. When she turned back, both Mandalorians were looking at her. If I could learn to hotwire a speeder bike before I hit puberty, this should be a sinche, right?

Taking in a deep breath, Ava spoke clearly with confidence, and just a hint of her usual sass when she said, “Gentlemen, start your teaching.”

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Cataegis: Part II

Summary: An apprentice to the famed Mace Windu, your master has made sure you are strong with the Force. But, sometimes the Force has other plans. And you happen to be caught in the middle of them. Rating: 18+ Warnings: Nonexplicit sexual content, slow-burn, noncon elements (non explicit), underage elements (non explicit), inappropriate use of the force, etc Pairing: Sith!Obi-Wan x Reader Masterlist

Cataegis (n.) Latin word meaning tempestuous storm

Part I

“Master?” you asked tentatively, approaching him with your hands clasped behind your back.

Mace turned his head slightly when he heard your footsteps approaching. “I can feel your worry from across the temple, Padawan.” he said. “What’s troubling you?”

You sighed, shaking your head and dropping to your knees in front of him, mirroring his meditative position. You hadn’t had any other Force interactions with the Sith Lord since that day a week ago. But you could feel a presence pushing at the back of your consciousness, and you knew it was him. And you didn’t understand why the connection was so strong or why it had been made in the first place.

“What…what exactly happened? I’ve heard that Cataegis was once a Jedi. But what turned him to the Dark Side?”

Master Windu let out a breath. “I thought you would come looking for answers,” he said. He relaxed his position slightly, no longer as tense as he was a few moments ago. “I can’t give you everything you’re looking for, but I can give you a start.”

You patiently waited for him to continue. You knew that talking about a fallen comrade wasn’t an easy thing, and even less so when one had fallen so far from the light. So, you didn’t press him, simply allowing your master to take his time.

Something tapped on your mental walls and you blinked in surprise. Windu had closed his eyes and began breathing evenly. That tapping was coming from him. Relaxing into your seat, you closed your eyes and allowed him inside.

Master Kenobi was one of the most loyal Jedi I had ever met. Qui Gon trained his padawan well.

Images of the Jedi Master flashed in your mind. Master Windu began sharing some of his memories with you, allowing you to feel what knowing the man had been like. Pride and a strong bond of friendship flooded your system as you witnessed various points in the Jedi’s life. The emotions were Windu’s; he was simply allowing you to feel them as he had.

He was a strong Knight, one with a powerful connection to the Force. He grieved the loss of his Master, but did what he could to train Anakin.

Darth Vader, you responded.

Yes. They worked well together despite Anakin’s unusual approach to many situations.

Now, now, little one. Opening your mind to another Force User? Tsk, tsk, tsk. And here I thought what we had was special.

A loud gasp fell from your lips and your eyes slammed open as you yanked all of your mental shielding back up. Mace was forcibly ejected from your mind with a grunt, and he quite literally fell backwards a bit when he came to.

“Y/N, what-“

If you wanted to know more about me, love, all you had to do was ask.

“Get out of my head,” you hissed aloud, scrunching your eyes shut once again.

He hummed quietly. As much as you and I would both enjoy that, I don’t think I can. So, it seems you’re stuck with me.

When you opened your eyes again, you were still sitting across from Mace, but another figure had entered the room as well. He stood back towards the wall, his black robes blending into the shadows that danced in the dying sunlight.

“Master-“ you choked, eyes widening the longer you stared at the man.

“There’s no use, love. He can’t see me. That privilege belongs only to you.”

The deep voice and smooth Coruscanti accent rolled off his tongue with ease, sending a shiver down your spine. Every instinct you had was telling you to run, to get out of the dangerous situation you found yourself in.

But something else came over you, something you hadn’t felt before. A deep sense of calm flooded your system, sinking down into your very core. You felt yourself relax, and your shoulders dropped from the tense and defensive position you had taken.

“There’s such conflict in you,” Cataegis said with a frown, coming closer to you. You couldn’t see much of his face from beneath the cowl, save for the glowing golden eyes of the Sith Lord. “Has Windu not even taught you to control your emotions?” he asked in surprise.

“He has, you said, taking a shaky breath. “But it’s a bit difficult in a situation like this…”

Cataegis cocked his head as he examined you. He raised his hand, fingers outstretched to brush across your cheek. “Such power runs through you, little one. It’s no wonder you have a hard time keeping it in check.”

You didn’t even have to force yourself to stay still beneath his touch. The soothing calmness that washed over you kept you from doing so.

“Why are you here?” you asked eventually, now more curious than anything.

“I could ask you the same thing, love. Why am I here? It seems you have a power held over me that even I don’t understand.”

You frowned in confusion. “I’m not doing this,” you insisted. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

Cataegis hummed quietly and looked at your Master for a moment. Mace looked confused for a moment before quickly realizing what was happening. He stood back with his arms crossed, allowing you to deal with your experience.

“A Sith and a Jedi,” he mumbled to himself. “A dark Lord and a warrior of the Light.”

You frowned. “We have nothing in common, Sith. What do you want from me?”

He tsked you again, shaking his head. “I think we have more in common than you think, little one. The Force wouldn’t connect us like this without a purpose.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I doubt the Force is doing this.”

Cataegis raised an eyebrow at you from under the cowl. “Then Windu hasn’t taught you well enough,” he said. “The Force works in mysterious ways. Sometimes it takes more than a Jedi to see that.”

A huff escaped your lips. You were getting nowhere with this man. And honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to. The whole thing confused you to no end and you didn’t want him in your head. You raised your mental shielding even further, trying to quite literally shove his presence out of your mind. But as if reading your thoughts, Cataegis let out a quiet chuckle. “There’s no need to try and hide your thoughts, my dear. I won’t pry unless I need to.” You gave him a skeptical look and he rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Even as a Sith, I realize that there are things sacred to each individual. I won’t deprive you of that right simply to sate my curiosity.”

That gave you pause for a moment, and you blinked in surprise.

He snorted at you. “Don’t look so surprised. I might be a Dark Warrior, but I still have my morals.” He seemed rather put off by the fact that you would think otherwise. Why, you didn’t know. But he was right, it had surprised you. You were expecting him to simply reach in and take what he wanted instead of standing there speaking to you. And you had to admit, this turn of events wasn’t unpleasant, although unexpected.

“What do you want from me?” you asked eventually.

He hummed as he approached you, clasping his hands behind his back and walking in a circle around you. It was as if he was appraising you, taking in every detail that he could. “I would imagine it’s much the same as you want from me, love.”

The closer he walked, the more you felt your senses softening. There was something about his presence that soothed you to your very core. And that alone put you on edge. It was a rather interesting feeling to say the least. His presence was powerful, and you knew he was capable of unspeakable things. But strangely, you felt no sense of danger from him. Instead, there was nothing but peace. It was a similar feeling to that which you had while meditating. There was an odd calmness that washed over you whenever he was near you. And the affect didn’t go unnoticed. You opened the eyes you hadn’t realized you closed, coming eye to eye with a sea of golden depths.

“You feel it too,” you said quietly.

Cataegis felt no need to question you. He knew exactly what you were talking about. “Yes.” he said simply. There was a hint of curiosity in his tone, and you had to admit that you had the same feeling gnawing at you. As much as your training had gone against everything you were doing, you stood in front of him, not moving a muscle. You could feel his breath fan against your face as he reached up and brushed his knuckles across your cheek.

“I think our time is up, little one.” he said quietly. You stared at him unblinkingly as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. It had fallen out of the braid around your head, catching his attention. “But I think we’ll be seeing each other more often than not.”

Your eyes opened with a gasp as a wave of force energy exploded from your body. Your ears picked up on the sound of breaking clay and glass, and short circuiting wiring within the walls. Even your Master was sent flying through the air, his back colliding with the wall hard enough to crack it. You yourself were covered in a sheen of sweat and you realized yo0u were shaking.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes focused on Windu, who was pulling himself up and making his way towards you. You managed to pull yourself out of the trance you were in and you gasped, immediately bolting to your feet. You helped him up, quickly checking him over for any major injuries.

“Are you alright, Master?” you asked.

He coughed a couple times before letting out a quiet chuckle. “I think I can take a few hits.” he said. “The question is, are you alright? I haven’t seen you in a meditation like that before.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t a meditation,” you said.

Mace raised an eyebrow at you. “Then what was it?”

A frustrated sigh escaped you as you helped him find a seat. “I think it was a vision,” you said.

He hummed quietly. “I can feel your fear, apprentice. There’s no use in hiding it.”

And it was true. You were scared. You didn’t know what these visions meant, or how they were happening. Cataegis seemed to think it was a Force connection. You had to admit, that made sense. But that didn’t mean you understood it. There was a chance it was all his doing and he was simply manipulating you into believing it. But then you thought about what his presence had felt like. Sith or Jedi, you’d never felt anything like it before. And you couldn’t bring yourself to believe that he was projecting it. There had to be something else, something stronger binding the two of you together.

“I saw him again,” you said quietly, grabbing Windu’s arm to examine one of the wounds there. A piece of a vase had embedded itself in his flesh and you made yourself busy with cleaning it up.

“Saw who?”

“Cataegis,”

A hum sounded from deep in his chest. You knew that sound. It wasn’t often that your master was perplexed. But when he was, it was a troubling puzzle indeed. And you couldn’t stand the thought of being part of that mystery.

You’d known Master Windu your entire life. You’d grown up admiring him as a youngling. And when he had decided to take you as his apprentice, you were over the moons. He was more than simply your master. He had become more of a father figure to you than anything. You relied on him and trusted him more than anyone in your life before. Yoda had said that it was a special bond between Master and Padawan, but you knew it went deeper than that. The two of you had been through hell and back. You’d been his commander in the middle of the Clone Wars, his Padawan in training, his closest friend in times of peace. But one thing you’d never been was a mystery.

Becoming one now was going to test the limits of your patience. You didn’t even understand what was happening, or why. You didn’t want to be a puzzle for Mace to pick apart.

“There’s no use asking,” you said after a moment. “I don’t know what he wants or why I’m even seeing him.”

Mace shook his head. “That’s not what I was going to ask,” he said softly. “I was going to ask if you’re alright.”

You blinked in surprised, taken aback by his words. “Oh,” you said. “I..I don’t know.” you said honestly. You weren’t sure how to process what was happening, and you were even less sure that you could trust what your eyes were telling you.

He nodded. “That’s understandable, Y/N.” His tone was gentle as he spoke, which was something he did only when he knew how much of a toll things were taking on you. He believed that trials were what built character and made one stronger. But even he knew there were things that were too much, even among the Jedi. “We’ll figure this out together.”

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LOZ x Star Wars AU? 👀

LOZ x Star Wars AU! 🙌

Yes. So... this idea came about over a year ago when I was talking at @airplanned a lot about Star Wars, lol

I love the original trilogy (of course), I am fan of the prequels with the firmware update that the Clone Wars provides. I love the Rebels series. I love Rogue One and I thought Solo was a lot of fun. I'm lukewarm on the newest sequel trilogy, ep8 was a revelation and ep9 went off the rails (imho).

My husband had also played through the game Fallen Order around that time. In Fallen Order, a jedi padawan is trying to hide from sith inquisitors and he has to explore these old ruins around the galaxy from a species called the Zeffo. It really struck me that the game seemed to take some inspiration from BOTW with these Zeffo ruins: they're a lot like Sheikah shrines and artifacts strewn around Hyrule, there are puzzles to solve in them and they've got their own unique design aesthetic. The Zeffo are treated as this mysterious species that's gone, their secrets lost to time, this is also somewhat like the Sheikah, although of course in BOTW there are still Sheikah around, they just don't understand how all of the ancient tech works.

The Clone Wars introduce a lot of additional lore around jedi training, such as how padawans obtain kyber crystals for use in a light saber. Both Clone Wars and Rebels introduced really fascinating lore around force beings who sit neither on the light or the dark side of the force. There are at least two storylines that introduce cultures that have a strong connection to the force, yet their connection is very different than the one that the Jedi or the Sith have to the force. This idea of different people having different ways of believing in and connecting to the force opens up the door to consider what other non-Jedi or Sith affiliated force-user groups might be like.

So, I figured there could be an LOZ x Star Wars story with all of this additional material that's been added! The idea generally is that Link would come from a group of unconventional force users. Zelda would be researching the Zeffo ruins around the galaxy, she'd have a droid with her named TR-KO ;) Zelda and Link would eventually be brought together and end up on a caper. They'd follow signs and clues and use force magic to find their long, lost homeworld: Hyrule.

I actually wrote an outline for this one, lol! This is unusual for me. I've written a bit of an introduction, but that's it so far. I have a feeling this one could be long if/when I get to writing it, but I think it'd be really fun to try!

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