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monamourbladie-mb · 4 years

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Anakin Skywalker - NSFW A-Z alphabet

as I am currently scraping the bottom of the barrel for ideas i thought... eh. what the hell. might as well give this a shot :) please leave some ideas or requests! 💘

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Anakin is very gentle after sex. He’ll make sure to cuddle you gently until you’ve recovered from your high, then immediately get up to help you clean yourself up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Anakin loves your hands. They’re the only thing he can touch on a regular basis since you have to keep your relationship hidden - so in public, it’s hands. Behind closed doors though... he adores your ass. You, on the other hand, can never keep your hands off his biceps and abs. You loved every little scar that lined his abdomen and every muscle on his biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Anakin would almost always have your cum on his fingers at least at some point. He loves pleasuring you first, so the likelihood of him not having your cum on his lips or fingers is small. One of his dirty secrets, however, is his favorite place to see his cum on you...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

...his dirty secret is he loves seeing his cum dripping down your chin from your mouth. He loves pleasuring you, but he loves getting sucked off, too.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Anakin and you were both virgins - so no, you both didn’t know what you were doing. But you both quickly picked up the more you two had sex, and he is certainly experienced now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

He loves when you’re laying on your back and your legs are lifted up, wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Or, if he’s feeling lazy and wants you to do all the work, he’ll have you ride him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

The first couple of times definitely had their fair share of laughs. Now, it’s mainly super serious - and Anakin is extremely sexual and dominant which usually leaves no time for laughs.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself pretty well groomed, as do you. It doesn’t bother the other person if there’s hair - it’s natural, so what’s the big deal? Though, he secretly loves it when you’re completely bare.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Anakin is always super in the moment. He always has his hands on you when he’s thrusting into you, glancing down to make sure you’re okay and squeeze your hands gently if you start to whimper in pain at all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once this boy got a taste of it, he couldn’t give it up. Both of you being Generals in the War meant that you both had to be separated, and desperate times call for desperate measures if the other person isn’t there...

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves tying you up. Though he’d never say that to your face, you knew how much he loved it. It brought him so much excitement to see you restrained, struggling to touch him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bed. Though, if you both are impatient, the couch is always a second best. Maybe even the wall if they’re really feeling desperate.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You in general turns Anakin on. The way you acted with such grace and beauty in the face of war completely turns him on each and every time. The thrill of not knowing if you could get a moment alone does, too, because when they’re in public is she Anakin’s dirty mind gets the better of him. You two sneak off pretty often... it’s a shocker no one has guessed yet.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never purposefully hurt you. When he was really angry one day, he spanked you and immediately felt very guilty afterwards cause he hurt his precious angel. After you explained you liked it he started to warm up to the idea of being more physically rough, but a part of him still worried he’d hurt you since he doesn’t know his own strength most of the time.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves receiving, but he also loves giving. He loves gripping your thighs as you squirm around a moaning mess, forcing you back down as he moans into you, “Don’t move, princess. Be a good girl...”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, but usually slow but rough in the end. If he’s not in one of his sexual moods, it’s definitely taken slowly. But the majority of the time, it’s fast and rough since you barely have enough time alone for a slow session.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are basically how you make it through the time apart. If you’re on a mission and have time alone, you bet he’ll pull you into a cabinet and fuck you until he has to cover your mouth you’re screaming so loud.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves experimenting, and has introduced a few ideas as well. One of his personal favorites was using the Force to pleasure you while his hands focused on other parts of your body.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

If you had the time, rounds upon rounds. However, normally you’d opt for just 2, maybe 3 depending on how needy you two are. But normally it’s around 2.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not usually. Anakin once found your vibrator and used it against you in the best way possible, but neither of you have bought anything since. It’s another risk that, if someone found them, they’d get caught.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This little shit loves to tease you, it’s his way of “edging you on” to make your orgasms as intense as possible.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s pretty vocal. You always know you’re doing a good job because, whenever you’re sucking him off or riding him, he won’t shut up. Neither will you, to be fair.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

There have been times that Anakin has had wet dreams about you. Since his nightmares are always so vivid, so are his normal dreams including his wet ones. If he wakes up after having a wet dream, he certainly lets you know the second you wake up so you can take care of his... “problem.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s a bit bigger than average, but definitely not shy of being very big. They don’t call him Darth Daddy for nothing, after all.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Extremely, extremely, and i mean EXTREMELY high. It’s a wonder how you two survive - his hands and lips are always on you any time they can be.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first, but the first time you rode him he was already so exhausted from the intense high you gave him that he passed out immediately.

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norcumii · 4 years

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HAPPY (slightly late) BIRTHDAY, @aces-to-apples! I have some fic for you! :D

Minor apologies to everyone, because this latched on to my brain and would not let go, even though I meant to be more moderate and do Life Things today.

No regrets.

This is a post-war fic, where Everyone Lives (except Sidious because fuck him, and Krell because fuck him too) and things are rather different. Main pairing is Padme/Anakin/Rex, with background mention of Ahsoka/Steela and Jesse/Maul/Kix, because that’s Apples’ jam. HIGH CITRUS RATING. Sorry not sorry at all.

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It’s their third anniversary, and the fourth anniversary of the end to the Clone Wars. Like always, it’s a weird day, full of a mix of emotions and a few official appearances they couldn’t get out of. As a senator, Padmé still has to go to the morning session commemorating the Attack on Coruscant, while Rex and Anakin have to smile for cameras along with the other significant military figures laying mementos at the GAR commemorative wall. That’s at least a good chance to catch up with anyone they haven’t seen lately, what with Echo and Fives still being in the army, Ahsoka and Steela living it up as bounty hunters, Cody and Obi-Wan being themselves, and any number of other former officers and Jedi.

It’s after lunch that they have time to themselves. All three eat light in public, so they get to cuddle together in the living room for a set of their favorite light snacks. It’s a quiet time, while most of Coruscant winds up from ‘solemn remembrance’ to ‘celebration.’

There’s too many memories for them to celebrate. Oh, sure, the whole winning the war thing was good. The betrayal – Anakin’s friend, Padmé’s mentor, who tried very hard to kill Fives and oh yes, brain wash the entire army – it’s just too much.

Rex doesn’t even bother with a melancholy but vicious variations on ‘good riddance to bad rubbish’ that he indulged in the prior years. They’re just glad Palpatine is gone, they’re still here, and that they get this time close with each other.

Being tangled up together means that they can feel the slow relaxation, as clinging turns to sprawling, and being who they are a restless energy grows. Rex – who still struggles with the concept of downtime – is the one to separate first, and Padmé asks, “Shooting range?” in an innocent tone as if the thought just happens to cross her mind. Rex’s grin is still too sharp, which means even more reason for Anakin to drive their speeder to Padmé’s favorite range. It’s a layer further down that probably any other senator would even dream of considering a visit to, near enough to CoCo Town to be busy, but distant enough that celebrations are off elsewhere.

Like last year, Padmé rented the place out, so it’s just them and the two bored – well armed – grandparent-y types keeping an eye on things more out of habit than anything. They keep out front at the store part, once again involved in a holochess game Anakin couldn’t swear has changed a single move since last year.

Rex leads the way inside, Padmé stopping for a quick chat with the owners. Anakin sidles around her, to find Rex is already checking the available weapons over and making vaguely disgruntled noises which means the weapons are superb for civilian care, even if that might not be up to the GAR’s standards.

Or maybe just Rex’s, but to Anakin it’s the same.

He settles onto the floor where he can see both Rex and Padmé shooting, as the two efficiently check over weapons and ammo, and then begin to methodically take down a number of plas targets. They start off simple, then as they relax further it leads to teasing competition and trick-shots that would make other patrons rather nervous, which is why Padmé reserved the place just for them.

Anakin loves watching them like this, the whole spectrum from cool, murderous professionals to giddy playfulness that’s still beautifully terrifying. Padmé tried to tease him once about having a ridiculous competence kink, but that fizzled when she invited Rex into the ‘discussion’ and he’d just stared at her for a genuinely confused moment before asking “doesn’t everyone?”

Anakin slips into meditation, because the day’s built up too many ghosts for someone with his sensitivity to the Force. He works to center himself, to let go of so much pain, and it takes time. Letting go of what in retrospect was years of Palpatine dripping poison into his ears, while maneuvering the Jedi Order into political corners and away from moderate – reasonable and sane! – doctrine. Letting go of the fear that Obi-Wan and Cody might not be able to right that particular ship, and fix the Order’s extremes even with the help and support of the Council and especially Mace.

He works to heal just a little bit more of the emotional wound from Ahsoka leaving the Order, a good move for her and her life but still biting deep at his own insecurities and fragile sense of self that still, four years on, hasn’t fully recovered.

It wasn’t a betrayal, not like Palpatine, but it still hurt him.

The old fears surge up a moment, and he allows himself to face them. Anakin doesn’t like considering the what ifs from Mandalore. What if Maul hadn’t been creating an elaborate means to get Anakin and Obi-Wan away from the Chancellor’s grasp and manipulations; what if Jesse hadn’t listened to and accepted Maul’s surrender, with vital intel about the Sith Lord and how to take him down.

He’s not surprised that Jesse, Kix, and Maul hadn’t returned for the celebration – this time of year is rough for all of them, but those three more than most, and Obi-Wan does much, much better not having to deal with his old nemesis ever, but especially now. They can manage to be on polite speaking terms in front of cameras – Maul’s paying off his debt to society after all – but it’s a fragile peace.

The feelings of care and affection sink into the light daze of meditation, and Anakin comes back to the present to find Rex on his right, Padmé to his left, all three cuddled up together again. He flushes a little and grins, disoriented by the way he’s surrounded by love but feeling lighter for having addressed and moved on just a little bit more from his issues. “Who won?” he asks, and Padmé’s grin is wicked while Rex’s is just a bit sweet – things so few besides him ever get to see.

“Both of us,” Rex declares, leaning in to kiss him slow and deep, seeing how Anakin needs to take his time coming back to the here and now. He doesn’t know how Rex always figures it out, but he appreciates it so much.

When they’re both breathless and pulling apart, Padmé sneaks in, peppering them both with teasing little kisses that are more than half nips but all invitation. Anakin chases those all the way to his feet, Rex steadying both him and Padmé.

“Come on,” she dares them, leading the way through the sidedoor to the sim room next door. Anakin’s honestly not sure what it’s called – it’s not like the place advertises it – but Rex took one look and was so pleased at a sim room that’s what they call it amongst themselves.

One of the owners helps them suit up, while the other picks out a maze design. There’s a lot of clunking and creaking noises as the variable panels around the auditorium-sized space realign, creating a mock battleground they’ll get to play in.

Since Rex cheats and memorizes layouts more on first instinct than intent, he’s politely turned so his back’s to the developing design, fussily readjusting every single strap to the bodysuit padding before checking over their weapons. They’re toys, with lasers that are light and nothing else – Anakin’s certain the power sources couldn’t produce anything more and he’s said – multiple times over – not that it stops Rex.

Padmé, who cheats shamelessly, keeps an eye on the way the panels are rearranging, and she’s the first one pelting off as soon as they have the green light. The artificial fog is just starting to filter in as Anakin breaks right and Rex breaks left, separating to their own starting points before the game’s signal buzzes to begin.

Anakin listens to the Force well enough to be a terrifying shot, and gravity is more optional for him than most people. Rex has trained essentially from birth to be terrifying in combat. Padmé is clever, small, and swift, not to mention ready to sneak in any advantage she can slice out of an opportunity.

Even playing nice, and with Anakin not cheating with the Force too much, the laser tag game is brutal and goes on for a delightfully long time. Rex probably won, though they don’t bother asking what the suits registered for scores on their way out.

They’re relaxed in truth as they stroll down to Dex’s – the walk’s a little long, but it’s nice to have Padmé under one arm and Rex under the other as they wander through the crowds.

Ok, so it is more than a little mortifying when someone stops them to try to negotiate with Anakin for Rex’s services, but Padmé’s Force presence sings with amusement as she pretends to be offended and insists on negotiating with the idiot over her own services. She’s charging way more than the idiot can afford, and the embarrassed Pantoran finally beats a confused retreat because they “just wanted a nice time with the pretty man, not the scary lady”.

They’re still giggling over it as they stumble into Dex’s, Anakin dragging Padmé over to a booth while Rex places their orders at the counter. When he comes back to the table Anakin swaps so Rex is on the inside, and he’s braced for when Dex erupts from the kitchen, probably from recognizing their order. Anakin just has to press in a little, bumping shoulders with Rex who tenses in spite of himself. There’s the usual blush of frustration with himself in the Force, not that Anakin blames Rex for a bad reaction. Dex can be a lot, and given past experience with Krell....

He stays close, keeping Rex grounded with a light bump with his knee or brush of the arm whenever he can feel a tremble of trauma rattle through.

Rex settles quick, because Dex is an incredibly sweet being and Padmé is just that good at smoothing over the atmosphere when she tries – and for Rex, she’s always happy to go the extra mile.

When they finally leave for home, they’re well fed, relaxed, and content.

Of course the instant they’re back in the apartment they’re all over each other. It’s their anniversary, and the entire afternoon and evening has been one long game of teasingly-close-and-intimate but never over the line into anything sexual.

He didn’t used to have this kind of patience, but Padmé and Rex have worked long and hard to help him find it.

Anakin snags supplies from the bedroom, because this is definitely the kind of evening to enjoy the view from the main sitting room – and the nice, plush couches – as other people celebrate in a more public manner. He sets things up as Rex moves around Padmé, speaking low and teasing in that tone that sinks right into Anakin’s belly, getting him hard so damn fast. Rex is all kisses and caresses for her, deftly reaching under her clothes and pulling free a set of vibro-knives, a pretty little blaster from her back, and a hold-out pistol tucked into a boot. Rex moves behind her, kissing along the neck to whisper into her ear, getting a delighted laugh from Padmé as he starts carefully running his fingers through her hair. That pulls a deep groan from Anakin, because the way she looks, arched up towards Rex who’s curled over her, the play of calloused, strong fingers through her hair – they are unfairly gorgeous, and the wicked grin Rex sends him means he totally knows, and that’s part of why he’s doing this.

He pulls some lockpicks free of Padmé’s fancy hair style, ruining the last bits of styling to leave tousled curls around her shoulders, and Anakin thinks she looks better that way. Oh, she’s always beautiful, but that mix of artifice and mess always gut-punches him in the best way.

Rex turns back to rest his chin on Padmé’s head, earning an amused look from her before her eyes flutter closed and she moans, because he’s ghosting his hands down along her body – a bit too busy for a caress, but too gentle for a pat-down.

This is all a little game they play, just between themselves – Rex tries to find whatever toys and surprises Padmé’s hidden for a day, though he doesn’t tend to find everything. She’s had a lot of time to learn ridiculous ways to hide things, and she’s got three dedicated tailors willing to alter her fancy wardrobe in interesting ways.

Padmé has promised that if Rex does win, she’ll replace that expensive lingerie set they ruined last time, that gorgeous gold getup for Rex with the pretty gold chain dangles that drove Anakin wild. Not that he’d ever tell, but Anakin knows for a fact that she’s got the replacement already, tucked away in a discreet box in the depths of her terrifyingly large closet.

Rex ends with his hands on Padmé’s hips, nuzzling the skin behind her ear. Anakin can see how it makes her knees go weak, how Rex is supporting most her weight, and he’s tempted to just jack off here and now because they are gorgeous.

“That’s everything,” Rex declares, that deep rumble again that makes both Padmé and Anakin shiver.

“No,” she says, a bit breathy as she leans back so Rex has most of her weight in truth. “A little help, Ani?” She lifts a leg, and if he’s letting his hands wander and feel as he helps pull off her boot, no one minds.

The blaster holster is discreet, right next to the back seam, and Padmé pulls a thin bit of metal from inside that seam. It’s not wide enough to be an actual knife, but it has a wicked point and looks like in a pinch, it’d be great for stabbing into vital bits or throwing hard enough to confuse someone.

Rex looks genuinely put out, so he didn’t miss it on purpose. “I checked there!”

Padmé twists enough to kiss him an apology. “The holster’s specifically designed to conceal it. You’re meant to find the gun.”

Rex shoots an exasperated look to Anakin, who grins and shrugs back at him. He knows better than to wager against Padmé. Rex smirks and rolls his eyes, then gives him a look. Anakin can feel his intent in the Force, so he grins and nods back.

“Sneaky,” Rex grumbles, hoisting Padmé into his arms and a long kiss. She’s laughing when he pulls away, then shrieking giggles as Rex carefully tosses her in Anakin’s direction.

It’d be too far for even Rex to make, but Anakin uses the Force to catch her and draw Padmé into his arms. He gives her his own long kiss, enjoying the pleased noises she makes while twining her arms around him.

“Congratulations, Angel, you won,” he says, pulling away to gaze at her in helpless awe. He sinks down onto the couch, because even petite as she is, he doesn’t want to stand around holding her much longer. “How do you want to start this evening?”

Padmé reaches for the toys Anakin laid out, and trails her fingers over the strap-on harness with a teasing smirk. “I think I’d like you on your knees – the couch is just the right height, and you can see what you can do for Rex while I take care of you.”

He can’t stop a pleased noise escaping him, doesn’t even try as he clutches her closer. He enjoys the noise it pulls from her as his artificial hand clenches just a hair too tight – he’d calibrated it so precisely when first getting it, desperate to make sure he didn’t hurt her, only to find her very, very sheepishly asking at some point if he couldn’t be just a little rougher – not harsh, just enough to feel things.

Rex is better about knowing just where that line is, and he walks it beautifully, but Anakin can never quite figure out how to convince his brain that ‘worship’ can include roughness. It’s sometimes such a relief to just follow Rex’s lead, able to trust that someone knows exactly how far to push and how best to do it.

Doesn’t hurt that Rex enjoys that too.

“Maybe this one instead?” Rex asks, chuckling as if he can hear what Anakin’s thinking. He gently places a different dildo next to the strap-on, and Anakin shivers. That one’s got an interesting vibration system, so it doesn’t take long to beautifully scramble his brains but it only teases Padmé.

She makes a delighted, interested noise. “And then when I’m all riled up you’ll take care of me?”

“If I can stand again by then, I’ll fuck you on the table until you scream,” he rumbles, voice dark and promising. Ani can feel the way Padmé shivers, her breath catching as she arcs like she can already feel the Naboo-imported wood on her back.

“Yes, sir,” she breathes, and Ani can see Rex’s eyes dilate at that, dark and hungry as his tone had been.

Anakin doesn’t actually know when to stop pushing, but thankfully they know that. He reaches out, hand to Rex’s shoulder like it’s just another day on the battlefield and he’s giving a friendly shoulderpat. Except now he gets to slide his thumb under Rex’s shirt, trace lightly over some scars and the collarbone, watch Rex arc his neck as he sways in closer. “Tease her enough, take your time, and then we might have to return the favor.”

Rex lunges in for a fierce kiss, teeth clacking a bit before he rearranges to not squish Padmé quite as much between them. From her laughter, she doesn’t mind, and her squirming is turning interesting. Rex, the bastard, is smirking when he finally lets Anakin breathe. “It’s gonna take both of you.”

His brain might not be firing on full yet, but he doesn’t need thought to know what’s going on here. “Pssh, please,” he says, lofty and disdainful. “It’d only take Padmé, but I want to do more than watch.” Then his brain does catch up, and his expression falters. “Er, I mean. Not that I mind watching, just, uh....”

They just laugh, moving in to start helping Anakin out of his clothes. They don’t even need to say anything, which is kind. Anakin waits long enough for his prosthetic’s glove to come off – Rex has a fascination with the detailwork and feel of it that Anakin doesn’t understand, but he doesn’t question. Then he’s reaching back, and it’s a tangle of limbs and disappearing clothing, laughter and pleasure. He loves his spouses so much, his two beautiful badasses that can lead like gods and fight like nightmares – kind, and sometimes ridiculous, and all entirely his.

~end

#star wars #My writing #citrus #aces-to-apples #padme/rex/anakin #look i realized I wanted them playing laser tag on their anniversary and it just kinda spiraled out of control from there #long post is long

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bloodpacks-archive · 4 years

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ghost

word count: 2.5k

summary: she and obi-wan have lots of moments in their lives. They love every moment, however faded they end up being.

warnings: canon-typical violence but uh. otherwise it’s chill. idk it gets sad does that count

Meetings had ended earlier that day, and so she found her way to Obi-Wan’s quarters, walking through hall after hall, admiring Coruscant’s lights from the inside. Her knuckles are a soft tapping on the door. Behind it, she can Obi-Wan and Anakin’s quiet chatter.

She hopes she isn’t too early.

To her surprise, it’s Anakin who opens the door, a little taller than his day’s on Chandrila, and as Obi-Wan loves to brag about, finally a little more used to the cold.

“It’s good to see you, Ani,” She says. He smiles at her, eye level, she notes, and steps back, allowing her into the room.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” He replies. He disappears behind a corner, and before she knows it, she can hear Obi-Wan’s voice, bright and clear.

“Anakin, you know I wish things were-“ He pauses when he sees her, and although unnoticeable to the untrained eye, she sees the way he relaxes, ever so slightly, when he sees her. He sighs then, bringing his gaze back to Anakin.

“We’ll try again tomorrow, but I think we both need to get our minds off things.”

“Of course, Master,” Anakin replies. Obi-Wan gives him a smile, solemn in nature, and watches as he leaves. As Anakin passes her, he gives her a nod, as formal as always, and lets the door fall shut behind him.

Obi-Wan lets out a sigh.

“I assume that’s not of relief?” She asks. She walks towards him, and Obi-Wan just leans against the wall, closing his eyes as her hands find their way to his.

“Sometimes, I wish things were easier,” He replies.

“Happier?” She asks. It’s a call to a different time, when the only lights she knew of were Hanna City and the hills were their place of solace.

“Happier,” He repeats. His eyes meet hers. They look tired, worn from everything and she just wants to make things better. Her hand raises to his cheek, and he leans into her touch, letting her run her thumb over his cheekbone, ever so delicately.

The setting sun shines its colors over them, making Obi-Wan look like a beacon of light more than a tired Jedi.

“The sun is setting, my dear,” She whispers. He hums, leaning so he can wrap his arms around her waist. His chin rests on her shoulder, her fingers combing through his hair.

“That means it’ll be a new day soon.” Her voice is delicate as she speaks, the two of them beginning to sway as though there were music.

“The new day can’t come soon enough,” He replies.

“No,” She begins, pulling them away so she can look at him fully, “But we can always pass the time.”

She begins to move him, just as though they were dancing, lifting his arms up so she can spin around. She sings a quiet tune, one she’d heard when she was young on Chandrila, something mothers would sing to daughters when they were upset. The song is a bit of a mess, with some made-up words and eventually she just sings whatever comes to mind, but it works. Whatever joy the song was meant to bring out, has begun, because she sees the way Obi-Wan smiles now as he spins her, as he sways with her, as they move about the room in the setting sun.

It’s not long until their mixed laughter fills the room, the song nothing but a jumble of half-attempted notes. But it’s enough, especially when she looks up at Obi-Wan, and sees the way he smiles down at her. Without a second thought, she leans up, pressing her lips to his as they continue to sway. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his around her waist. They laugh into each other, happy to simply be where they are.

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The music is soft out here, on the balcony. It reminds her of that night at the Senate gathering, with her champagne dress and Obi’s laughter and them sneaking around like teenagers drunk on something other than alcohol.

The music isn’t hers, it’s from an apartment a few stories down, across the street. One of their windows is open, and she can feel the way the music pulls her in. It’s soft, slow, something sweet. Like a song between two lovers.

She’s waiting for him tonight. He’d been sent to Hanna City as extra protection once again, Anakin off to do more studying with other masters. For a few nights, he’d be here. For a few nights, their love could exist both at day and night.

She can hardly wait.

Then, as if on cue, the door opens behind her, and two arms wrap around her waist, ever so carefully.

“You’re lucky I know it’s you,” She says. She turns in his arms, letting her back hit the railing as she looks up at him. “Anyone else and they would’ve been killed instantly.”

He laughs, “I’m afraid you’re more bark than you are bite, my love.”

“Isn’t that the whole point of politics?” She teases. Obi-Wan laughs again, bringing her in closer.

“The music’s nice,” Obi-Wan says, more to the air around them than to her directly.

“I believe it’s from long before our time,” She replies.

And still, Obi-Wan knows it. He hums the tune, softly, the sound barely more than a vibration passing between them. She lets her arms wrap around him, leaning her head onto his shoulder.

And so they sway, gently, barely a form of dance at all. The music passes between them, whether from the apartment down below or Obi’s soft humming, but it’s there nevertheless. It’s comforting, a reminder of being home no matter what planet they’re on.

He kisses the top of her head.

It all feels like home, like a bit of comfort wherever she goes. She lets her eyes fall shut, lets his humming sooth her until she feels nothing except for him and this moment.

Warmth is all she can think of as he pulls her inside, away from the music, and into her bed. Falling asleep peacefully, as long as she’s beside him.

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This particular gala is loud.

These are her least favorite kinds of gatherings. Loud music, lots of people, and dancing. If she’s being honest, she’s started to associate dancing with her and Obi-Wan’s peaceful isolation. Not politics.

Either way, her grey dress managed to blend her into the crowd tonight. Something she’s utterly grateful for.

That, of course, doesn’t stop Obi-Wan.

He finds her along the walls, quietly observing to avoid being pulled into a dance by a certain Senator Clovis (ever since Senator Amidala turned him down, he’d been on quite the chase).

“Do they ever give you Jedi a break?” She asks as he approaches. He laughs, leaning against the wall as he shakes his head.

“I’m afraid not,” He replies.

They stand a bit apart, much more than either of them want to be. It’s been a while since they’ve last seen each other. His hair is getting longer (much to her dismay) and from the looks of it, he desperately needs some rest.

Their only contact over the past few months have been scarce holovids and the occasional chat while in passing. To say the least, she misses him. If they could do it without raising suspicions, she’d ask him to dance with her in the crowd.

It’s still too risky. After all, their love exists in isolation.

She leans her head back against the wall, closes her eyes and simply sighs.

“I know,” Obi-Wan says, “I’m thinking it too.”

She lets her head fall in his direction, opens her eyes and just looks at him. She hates the way her throat closes up.

“I’ve missed you so much,” She says.

Obi-Wan smiles at her, solemnly.

“How much longer do you think we have until we can leave?” He asks.

She lets her eyes scan the room, finding Senator Mothma speaking with Senator Organa and Senator Amidala, Anakin close by—as always.

“I think the senators can handle themselves,” She replies, and Obi-Wan smiles, fully this time, and happily—as well as hopefully nonchalantly—follows her to her quarters.

That night, they don’t dance. There’s enough of that outside. Instead, they just talk. Catching up, letting things flow past their lips before they really think about them. Their laughter is unbridled, both of their faces hurting from smiling to much. At the end of the night, he holds her close, humming until she falls asleep.

When he leaves part way through the night, she doesn’t feel any colder. She knows his love is still there, however far he may be.

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She feels numb. Time passes, but she doesn’t feel a second go by. Every moment is happening at once. Every smile, every bit of laughter, every time they said goodbye.

She’d seen enough of the footage to know that holding onto hope was going to hurt more than the alternative. She saw the way the clones turned, without warning. And what she hadn’t seen, she’d heard.

There weren’t any Jedi on Chandrila. She supposes she should consider herself lucky. At least she didn’t have to witness anything first hand, right?

It feels cold here. She’s sitting on the floor on her apartment, slumped against a coffee table. After Senator Mothma had informed her of the situation, once the hologram disappeared, she collapsed. She knows she screamed, she can still feel its damage in her throat, but she can’t remember the sound.

Obi-Wan is gone, she thinks. Her tears start up again, falling down her face with no regard. Anakin is gone, she thinks. Her thoughts drift to the young boy she’d first met in her old apartment, who’d looked up at Obi-Wan with such admiration, she couldn’t help but copy it.

She’d met Commander Cody, on multiple occasions. He’d been sweet, dedicated to his job certainly, but kind. He was the perfect match for Obi-Wan, both of them serious in their own way, both of them with unmatched kindness and love for those around them.

She hopes it wasn’t him that took the shot. She hopes it wasn’t anyone who took the shot, she hopes there was something wrong with the clones she saw and Obi-Wan’s squadron was fine.

She knows false hope when she feels it.

She’d met Rex too, and Ahsoka, god, she hopes Ahsoka’s safe, that she hasn’t seen any of this or that she has and she knows to stay away.

Captain Rex, she thinks. Compassionate, solid, confident, a friend to Anakin and Obi-Wan.

She just wishes them all safety. Each and every one of them. She wishes them all to be okay.

Her wishes are desperate grasps.

She wants to go back.

This apartment doesn’t feel like home anymore. She wants to go back to her place on the outskirts of Hanna City, wants to live with Luca and Le’Ana and meet Obi-Wan and Anakin for the first time again. She wants to be back on the hills, flirting and learning more about Obi as every minute passed by.

She’d give every achievement in her life back if she could go back to that one moment.

Eventually, her eyes are too fatigued from tears to stay open. She falls asleep on that floor, dreaming of a different time, when any place on the galaxy could’ve felt like home.

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“Love.” It’s a voice, just above her. There’s hands on her shoulders. They’re delicate, soft, they feel comforting.

When she finally opens her eyes, she’s met with pretty blue eyes, tired, sad, but pretty.

“Love, please, I don’t have much time,” He says.

“Obi?” She says, her hand comes up without her realizing it, fingers light on his cheek. Her breath escapes her. She repeats his name again, her other hand coming up around his face. She feels one of his hands on her lower back, bringing her closer. Her chest feels like it’s bursting, she wants to pull him as close as possible, wants to hold him and never let go.

“I thought-“

“It’s all true,” He says. “And I have to leave, but I couldn’t disappear without saying goodbye-“

“Disappear?” She asks.

“I have to go into hiding. I can’t tell you where, they could hurt you but-“

“Take me with you,” Is all she says. He stops, eyes wide as he looks at her.

“What? No, they need you here and you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and-“

“Obi,” She says, firmly. “You need me too. And I’m not letting you live alone for the rest of your life.”

His eyes flit over her face, he’s considering, but she holds her ground. There isn’t a doubt that crosses her mind.

“Obi-Wan,” She whispers, “I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

His face is in her hands again, soft against his cheeks. He lets out a sigh, and his face relaxes.

“Okay,” He replies, “We have to hurry.”

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Even years later, she still finds herself missing the cold winds of Chandrila. Despite that, she knows she would make the same decision a million times over. Tatooine, despite being foreign and scary and incredibly isolating, feels like home now.

Luke isn’t far, which means Obi can keep an eye on him. Sworn to his duty, as always.

When Obi-Wan returns home today, his eyes look sad. He’s worn.

He sits on their bed today, head in his hands. She sits next to him, a delicate hand rubbing up and down his back.

“Do you ever miss it?” He asks.

“Almost everyday,” She replies. He looks up at her, shaking his head.

“I never should’ve let you leave-“

“Hey,” She says, cutting him off, “I never said I regretted it.”

He sighs, leaning into her.

“I couldn’t let you be out here all alone. Could you imagine? You’d go insane,” She says.

He lets out some semblance of laughter. It’s enough.

“I miss our nights on Coruscant,” He says. She looks out. The sky’s turned a purple hue. She can see the red giant, lower in the sky than it’s lighter counterpart.

And so she stands up, Obi-Wan watching her with curious eyes as she stays in front of him, hand outstretched.

“The suns are setting, my dear,” She says.

He smiles, taking her hand to stand with her.

“That means it’ll be a new day soon,” He finishes.

Quiet laughter fills their small home, and soon enough they’re both singing an old Chandrilan tune. One neither of them know the lyrics of, but they sing anyway. Obi-Wan switches, halfway, to an old song that was once hummed on a balcony. One before their time, and even longer before their time on Tatooine.

Those memories are ghosts now. Fading, lovely ghosts of the happiest days of their lives. Everyday, she wishes for them to come back.

Everyday, she reminds herself that her wishes are just false hope, but she keeps them anyway.

She loves her ghostly memories after all. However faded, however melancholy, they’re still hers to keep.

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13, 16, 18, 43 and 50 for tha ask game please and thank you :P Just, many many numbers lol

13. What is your planning process?

My first reaction was to squint and go “Do I have a process?” which is probably an answer on its own lol!

It depends is the actual answer.

Like most writers I start a fic because of one scene or dialogue or description that I really, really, really wanted to write and then I have to figure out where it belongs.

I almost always start by just...writing. I used to be 100% stream of consciousness writer. I’d sit down at least once a day with a blank document and without ANY forethought or direction I’d start writing a fic. It was always as much fun for me as my readers to see where a story would go because I literally had no clue.

These days, as I’m putting THE THING down on the page my brain is shrieking ideas at me so I start slapping them down too, but I’ve got a better filter so not everything goes down. There’s a lot of [WHAT IS THIS THING PLS PLS FIGURE IT OUT] and [PAST OR PRESENT TENSE MF MAKE UP YO MIND] at this stage.

This is where I actually start planning. I’ve got a bunch of stuff down, a vague direction, and a lot of ideas so this is usually where I sit down to do some planning. Am I aiming to write a short fic or long fic, one shot or multi-chapter, where are we, how many characters, etc. I leave things pretty wide open, while sometimes it’s fun to challenge myself to meet very specific goals it’s usually frustrating to me so nothing is set in stone. Literally. Even when I’ve posted if someone leaves a comment that’s amazing or enough people liked it I’ll usually try to write more in that fic or another fic with those ideas.

How To Quit You is a great example of how my loosey goosey planning works. I don’t know if people realize but that fic was originally supposed to be ONLY that first chapter. I wrote it in an hour tops for 2019 glitra week and all I knew at that point was I wanted to do a western with some romance tropes to it (hence the exes who still love each other thing).

Once I realized how many people seemed to love it and wanted to see more I sat down and planned it out. I first decided how I wanted to write the story (hence going back in time ~15 years) and then I created chapter titles and had vague descriptions for them. Once it was all down I went through it again and made adjustments, then created a timeline (Micah died in 1868, they meet in 1870, Catra works BMR rails 1870-1880 min, etc etc). And that’s it. I made an outline and used it as my idea bouncing ground and map and huge parts of it have changed as we’ve gone along. Catra was going to become a drunkard out in [REDACTED] after the timeline met up with chapter one. I scrapped that because it didn’t fit with other details and changes I’d made. I re-wrote the chapter and now I gotta scrap that and re-write it again do to reasons that would spoilers.

Let’s Try This Again is another hilarious example, because chapters 1-6 were meticulously planned and I charted out a whole story around them that I was going to stick to damn it all! And then Palpatine hip checked me and changed the course of the story. I still included a lot from my original VERY detailed outline, but some chapters were nixed completely and others added in too sooooo...

I’m not a true pantser because I do some planning, but I’m not a planner because I leave huge chucks practically up to the whims of fate. I’m a plantser.

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Sometimes!

I think some of my best works are from prompts (WHICH ARE ALWAYS OPEN, HINT HINT, NUDGE NUDGE, KNOW WHAT I MEAN KNOW WHAT I MEAN) specifically.

I rarely use sentence starters but I think I’ve done okay when I did.

But fandom headcanons? Oh hell yeah baby now we’re talking!

Can Anakin cook but Padme can’t? Hell yeah!

Togruta have some cat like features so Ahsoka is obligate carnivore and color blind? WOOOOOOOO BOYYYYYYYYYYYY!

"This is not because I like you.” is 100% something that everyone in the Horde says when trying to cover their asses, Catra’s just a useless lesbian and has to use it A Lot More Than Most. Awwwwww yeah, that’s the good stuff!

Glimmer and Catra talk to one another but only have serious conversations sitting back to back post canon. I DON’T MAKE THE RULES!

Like, god, fandom headcanon is practically what my fics live on lol! I’m not great at writing things in canon or sticking to canon, and people are amazing and smart so of course I’m going to steal their cool ideas and then mess with them until they’re my own.

18. What is your favorite writing prompt?

...I gotta be honest I have no clue lol. I’ve liked basically every prompt I’ve ever gotten (there’s literally only been 2 that I got and went “...oh.” and of those two I was able to bend the prompt into things I liked a lot! One of them is actually posted and people like it, and then other is currently sitting in the naughty prompt corner for crimes of FIGHTING ME TO A STANDSTILL every time I write a few sentences for it, but I do actually like it now lol).

I think my favorite style of prompt are ones that are open for some interpretation. You know that joke about you know a writer based on how they respond to a one word prompt like “fall” or “cold” or even “love”? I love that kind of stuff! Heck, even things with a more narrow focus are fun to play with. For one of my prompt fics I was able to flip the script and have the character everyone expects the unrequited pining from to instead be the unattainable beloved instead.

*Marge potato meme* I just think they’re neat!

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

None, because I am very loud about what I enjoy and refuse to have things I enjoy ripped away by strangers on the interwebs.

Okay, more seriously, as far as things that others might think are guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

I love a good “morons to repressed idiots to lovers” slow burn. Yes, yesssss, let them be absolute fools and make MASSIVE mistakes that they have no reason to make. There was a miscommunication? Delightful! Oh look, they’re both flirting with one another but think the other one is just joking around with them. I WILL TAKE ANOTHER 200K OF THEM SUFFERING THANK YOU!

I love AUs man, every time I see someone who really hates coffee shop AUs or highschool AUs or modern AUs I end up getting grumpy and I go find some of those AUs to read because I love them. The AUs I love the most change fandom to fandom. Not a huge fan of modern AU for star wars, but an absolute slut for them in She Ra. Palpatine chokes on a bagel and I live, but if that happened to Horde Prime I’d be pissed. *shrug* I just know that some people really don’t like or even outright hate AUs, and I do not understand them at all. Like, good for them and I hope they find the fics they do enjoy! But also, why???????

I think my “cringiest” one is that I actually really like A/B/O as long as they flip the script somehow or delve into how something like that would actually effect the world it exists in. Is sex in public a common and acceptable thing b/c they can’t control themselves? Do jobs and schools give people time off for heats and ruts? Is it considered antiquated and anyone who struggles with their biology is considered lazy or stupid? Do celebrities sometimes get in trouble with fans or even lose their jobs/prestige after showing off their new mating mark? GIVE ME THE WORLD BUILDING I WANT TO KNOW! But if it’s a really boring traditional A/B/O...like, what’s the point there?

Please don’t misunderstand me here. These three examples are all things that are WILDLY stupid in their own rights, and I love them dearly both because of and regardless of that!

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

It’s All Fun and Games Until...Stop! Stop! We’re Already Gay!

AKA the one where they all go to Mystacor to relax in the steam grotto and have to deal with seeing one another in tight fitting and wet underwear. The thirst is high.

“So…” Bow started conversationally as Sea Hawk put the finishing touches on Bow’s freshly painted nails. “How doomed are they? Are we making bets?”

Mermista and Sea Hawk made significant eye contact before looking at him pitifully.

“What?” Bow asked, starting to sweat nervously. “What!?”

“Nothing, just-” Sea Hawk didn’t even get to finish.

“You need to get your girlfriend to get her girlfriends under control, and like, I knooooow that’s a tall order or whatever. But uuuuuuuuugggggghhh, we are going to die.”

“Girlfriend!?” Bow’s voice cracked painfully. “Ha! A-ha! Ha! W-who? I don’t, I don’t have a girlfriend, what are you even talking about?”

“Uuuuuggggggghh!”

“There, there my dear. We have survived worse.”

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Fic Title Meme

Tagged by: @mokulule and @spell-cleaver !! (a while back but I’m slow at responding - thank you, tho, dearies !! <3 )

Look at the most recent 20 12 fanwork titles on your AO3 account (bc that’s all I have on there lol) and answer the questions below.

If we really wanted, I could dip into my ff.net days but. it would really take quite the demand for me to do that. I’d prefer not to think about most of those lmfao.

For Better of Worse

Of Loyalty and Royalty

Legacies of the Chosen One

Temples and Truths

Ash and Ember

Penumbra

The Boy With Starlight In His Veins

Back Against the Wall

Earthbound

To Train the Chosen

A Solitary Mourning

Perchance to Dream

1. How many are you happy with?

I like most of them. I’ve always had such trouble with titles, so like how I feel about them changes pretty regularly, but in general, I’m happy with most of my titles. it isn’t often that I come up with a title that I consider to be brilliant, and if I do come up with one, it’s before I start writing the fic, and then I end up having to change it bc it just doesn’t fit anymore. the same goes for chapter titles, tbh.

2. How many are… not great?

I think I’m the most unhappy with To Train the Chosen but that one was initially written on a tumblr roleplay blog with no intention to give it a title. I’m also not the happiest with Temples and Truths. it just seemed to be a title that suited the story I (eventually) want to tell, and I couldn’t come up with anything more clever.

3. How many did you scramble for at the last minute?

Well... hmm. I mean, in one way or another, all of them. definitely A Solitary Mourning and To Train the Chosen. pretty sure I scrambled somewhat for Temples and Truths. and definitely For Better or Worse, I just wanted to get (part of) that one up for the fic exchange it belongs to, and that title just so happened to Work.

4. How many did you know before you started writing/creating, or near the beginning?

Ash and Ember I knew going into it, since the fledgling ideas for it were plotted out before with the help of a former writing partner of mine. Back Against the Wall was... I think early on, or at least partway through. I fiddled with a couple ideas before settling on that idea in the end, but I think the title came once I figured out where I was going with it. technically you could count Penumbra, since it’s a oneshot collection, but I do generally have a vague idea of what I’ll title the oneshot itself before or as I start writing it. the end result might not necessarily be the original idea, but I at least have a starting point.

5. How many are quotes from songs or poems?

two are song titles lol. Ash and Ember and Back Against the Wall. largely bc those songs are ones that just sort of... fit the fics themselves, and I find it easier for me to focus my writing when I have musical inspiration. the chapters in Ash and Ember are also song quotes. I blame @ladyvader23 tho, since she likes to have songs in the notes that go along with each chapter. BATW was a gift fic for her to begin with, so of course I had to, and that method has helped me keep focused for A&E so I can’t feel too bad about it.

6. How many are other quotes?

Hamlet is a play, not a poem, so I guess Perchance to Dream counts here lol.

7. Which best reflects the plot of the story/content of the fanwork?

probably Back Against the Wall and A Solitary Mourning, since in the former, Luke is pretty literally stuck between Vader and the wall, and he’s literally just mourning his father on his own in the latter. Temples and Truths is pretty literal as well, though I still have to write the “truths” part of it. Perchance to Dream is also pretty literal since it’s, well, about dreamsharing (as is the Penumbra oneshot called Dreams lol.)

8. Which best reflects the theme of the story?

I do like Penumbra for my oneshot collection, bc it does have that light/dark dichotomy that Luke and Vader possess. Ash and Ember, especially given the song I stole it from, reflects a lot of what is going to go down in the story to come, if not directly than for sure in an overall “character journey” sort of way. and Legacies of the Chosen One works in that it’s focused on Luke and Ahsoka, who are both part of Anakin’s legacy in some form, and even if it isn’t technically a “theme,” per se, their relationship with him and increasingly one another is the whole point of the fic. Of Loyalty and Royalty also fits really well, given the sort of tug between the royal duty Luke has and his loyalty towards both his family and Han.

9. Which best reflects the character voice of the story/POV of the story?

prooooobably The Boy With Starlight In His Veins, just bc, well, it’s all about Luke, and that’s sort of how I like to refer to him. in an entirely poetic and metaphorical manner, of course. you could also make arguments for A Solitary Mourning and Back Against the Wall, though.

10. Which is your favourite title?

hmmmmmm.... I think I’m generally most proud of Penumbra, Back Against the Wall, and Of Loyalty and Royalty. they just sorta fit the best, and even tho BATW is stolen from a song title, I still like it and how it suits the oneshot itself.

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A Natural History of Tatooine, part 23/?

Luke and Callista discuss marriage and children in a scene that is a direct response to a particularly infuriating section of Darksaber. Also, daily life at the Jedi Academy.

(People who have read my other fics will know that making the characters happy right before everything goes to hell is one of my favorite literary tropes.)

(Previous installments)

"Did you ever want to have children?" Luke asked Callista one day. They stood on the balcony of Luke's quarters on the upper level of the main temple, watching the sunset and waiting for the bell to ring for evening meditation.

"I mean, yes. Someday. It just never seemed like the right time. And then the Clone Wars came and everything was in disarray, it definitely wasn't the right time. And then, just as things startled to settle down--"

"The Empire," Luke finished.

"Yes. And after that--having children was the last thing on my mind." She played with a tendril of passionvine intent on tangling its way across the railing.

"So now...?" Luke prompted after a long pause.

"I don't know," Callista said at last. "I don't know--if they'd be mine or Cray's."

"Genetically speaking, probably Cray's. But who knows? Your hair is coming back in the old color, and your voice is different from her--and so are your eyes. Given how your spirit shines through her body, I suppose there's only one way to find out."

"Try it and see what happens?" she said, with a gleam in her eye. She turned away to look out at the view. "Well, I have to admit that scares me."

"Why?"

A very long pause. "I'm afraid any children I have would inherit my Force blindness?"

"So what?" Luke repeated. "It doesn't matter to me."

"Shouldn't the first Jedi Master of the new order have Jedi children?"

"I don't think I have to personally spawn the new order myself," he said carefully. "In fact, Yoda and Ben would probably hate it if I did. They didn't think that Jedi should marry and have children. My father Anakin defied the Order to marry my mother in secret. He probably would have been happier with Djinn Altis's group," he added as an afterthought.

"Perhaps," she agreed, though she still wouldn't meet his gaze. "But I just--"

"Anyway, Leia's children are Force-sensitive, and Han is not, so who's to say they would be Force blind? And Cray was Force-sensitive, so if you are genetically Cray, then there's no reason to assume--"

"I guess you're right," she said, turning to face him at last. "Put that way, it sounds so cold. So clinical. So... Imperial. As if we were building a dynasty."

"I mean, I'm not averse to the idea, but I'm also not wedded to it--" Luke started, as he leaned over to embrace her. He stopped abruptly as an idea occurred to him. "Should we get married?" he asked after a moment.

"I don't know," she said. "I want to--Luke, truly, I do, I just--too much has happened. Too fast. I'm still getting used to it all. Let's take it slow."

"All right," he agreed, though he couldn't deny his disappointment. Still, there was no point in rushing her. "I can do slow. After all, a Jedi is very.... very... patient."

They both dissolved into giggles and the tension passed.

***

The days quickly settled into a routine. Luke and Callista rose at dawn, slipping on their robes and sandals in silence, threading their way through ancient stone corridors and the early morning haze to the meditation hall with the rest of the community. They sat cross-legged next to each other on dark cushions for an hour, stepping aside from the endless river of their thoughts to listen to the sound of their breathing and the squawking clamor of the pikka birds as they announced the return of the sun.

After breakfast, the community gathered in the central courtyard for morning announcements before splitting off for training. Since his return to Yavin, Luke had spent most of his time with Kirana Ti, coaching her as she strengthened her considerable Force powers, and answering her questions as best he could. A frequent debate was how best to adapt the Academy model to Dathomiri society when it was time for her to return to her home planet, and how to nip potential problems in the bud.

Callista's mornings were far more varied. In the beginning, she rotated between Luke, Kam, Tionne, and Mara, working one on one with them as they tried everything they could think of to restore her connection to the Force. Luke was nervous the first time Callista and Mara worked together, but it seemed to go well; Callista reported that Mara was polite enough, if a bit standoffish. He realized later that he was disappointed that two of the most important people in his life were never going to be friends.

Callista only tried to work with Corran once; it didn't go well. Of all the students who had trained at the Academy thus far, only Dorsk 81 and Nichos had ever had the temperament to mesh well with Corran. He was far more powerful than Tionne, but much worse at teaching--Corran admitted as much--but until they had more instructors, they were stuck with him.

After a few weeks, at Tionne's suggestion and with Luke's blessing, Callista began to offer her own classes for the students and teachers alike. She drawing on her considerable memories of Jedi history and lore, much of which she had personally experienced. She couldn't personally assist the students in carrying out the exercises she described, but under her guidance, Luke saw the quality of instruction at the academy blossom and expand beyond his wildest dreams. It didn't bring back her connection with the Force, but it made her feel appreciated and valued, and Luke was grateful for it.

After lunch, the community would meet again for the work assignments and chores necessary to keep everything running, from cleaning the bathhouse and guest rooms to tending the grounds to assisting the Head Cook and the kitchen droids with meal preparations. Callista threw herself eagerly into every assignment she was given. Since Force powers were rarely helpful in these sorts of work, she was more or less on even footing with the rest of the community and was rarely reminded of her loss.

Luke spent the work periods in his office, answering his messages and checking the accounts, though Mara was responsible for most of the day-to-day operations of the resort portion of the business. Corran, down the hall, managed vetting the guests and overall security, but Luke made a point to look over his shoulder now and again to know who and what to expect wandering the grounds and soaking in the baths. With several kidnapping attempts against Leia's children, it was best to be cautious.

After the work period ended, it was time for recreation. Luke spent most of those late afternoons wandering on foot with Callista or taking his airspeeder out for a spin over the treetops. She was particularly fascinated by the complex architecture of the temple complex, and they spent many hours exploring above and below ground, marveling at the sophisticated art of a vanished civilization.

Having spent her childhood on a raft-community on one of the vast oceans of Chad, Callista never failed to marvel at the vast forest stretching out in every direction, just as Luke had done since his first visit to Yavin when it served as headquarters for the Rebellion. Her unfailing zest for life, her laughter, her sense of humor and the absurd and the ridiculous had survived her resurrection more or less intact, and meshed neatly with his own.

"If you don't have a sense of humor, you're dead," she told him one afternoon as they made their way back to the temple, exhausted and covered in mud, but happy.

"You had a sense of humor when you were dead," he teased.

"Not quite dead," she corrected, laughing even as she said it.

Some days, they sparred in the dojo under Traitakh's watchful eye and the blank-eyed stares of the ysalamiri on their nutrient frames. Luke was nervous about sparring with her with open lightsabers, but he shouldn't have been. Callista had been training in sword-forms since she was twelve; she could easily best him if he was careless, especially when he couldn't draw on the Force for help. She knew many things he didn't, and under her careful tutelage, Luke found himself improving by leaps and bounds.

"Your style is so... rough," Callista said, after the first session. "If I didn't know better, I'd say it was 'unpolished'. Like a jewel pulled directly from the earth."

"That's because I didn't really have a teacher," Luke explained. "Yoda and I never studied combat. I just... did what I had to do."

"You fought Darth Vader and lived. How many people can claim that?"

"I'm still not sure how I survived, to be honest. It helped that he probably wasn't trying to kill me, even at the very end."

"I suppose so. But that doesn't make your form any less impressive under the circumstances," Callista said, stopping to stroke the rough pebbled back of a ysalamir. "Tionne doesn't like these big lizards, but I think they're cute. I've been helping Traitakh take care of them during work period sometimes, since no one else wants to do it."

Aside from Luke, Traitakh was the only member of the community whom Callista was close to. It pained Luke that her only friend was the one non-Force sensitive person at the academy, but he held his tongue. All of the students or instructors were polite to her, but none of them--even Tionne--had tried to get close. He didn't know how to bridge the gap.

After the exercise period, it was time to bathe. Callista loved the hot springs and the bathhouse, and they went every day in the late afternoon when the sun was level in the sky next to the fiery orb of the Yavin gas giant, but the shadows in the bathhouse were cool. They split up to enter the bathhouse, each washing on the side of their respective gender, only to meet up a short while later in the private teacher's pool, which they usually had to themselves. Then it was time for dinner, after which those who had foregone the afternoon work period assisted with the guests' dinner and with the meal clean-up, and then it was back to the meditation hall for another hour of silence and stillness before bed.

In theory, Callista had inherited Cray and Nichos's quarters, but in practice, she spent her nights with Luke. It was good not to be alone again, good to have someone to share his days with, a friend and ally he could count on. And no matter how restless his sleep, it was good not to be alone at night.

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WING FIXES THE UNIVERSE! 1. STAR WARS: THE LAST JEDI

The Last Jedi, is probably the most contentious of the nine Star Wars films released so far. Some seem to love it. Others say it’s undeserving to hold its place in the series. Both camps seem to span the cross-sectional gamut of casual and hardcore fandom. So too are there are those—maybe even a majority—who will work up what little enthusiasm they can find to tell you, “It was okay. Not great, but okay, I guess.”

Well let me be the first to say, ALL of you are right. Star Wars: The Last Jedi is as GOOD as it is BAD. And on the whole, it’s kind of just ‘inoffensively, meh’. But this is not a Kribes’ Review you’re reading. No, this is a Wing Fixes the Universe! No ratings here, Dear Reader. No, here we get into what Last Jedi should have done to be a truly fantastic film. Here we fix EVERYTHING. So let’s begin!

(Of course … there will be spoilers.)

The PROBLEMS

1) TONE: Star Wars has never shied from a joke (“Shut him up or shut him down!”), but the jokes, quips and gags have usually managed to hold themselves ‘in universe’. That is to say they are played to the situation, or to one character or another, not to the audience. They are not slipped in just to keep the audience laughing. And when they are, it rarely goes well. Then we get Jar Jar bumbling his way through a platoon of tanks. We get Obi wan and Anakin trapped in a force-field with saying, “How did this happen? We’re smarter than this!”

Well, perhaps The Last Jedi isn’t quite as dense as say, The Phantom Menace, with these class-clownish winks to the audience (though it’s close) but it takes them much further than the franchise has ever allowed before. We get Poe’s crank call to Hux, Luke milking that alien’s testicle-boobs, the crying-eyed porg staring up at Chewie, and so many little moments that just don’t feel like Star Wars. We will fix this.

2) PACING: Battles are great but they slow things down. Too many and they tend to blend together; they become boring. Character arcs are vital but you must move your characters through these arcs! You can’t just linger and show them banging their heads again and again against the same wall! (As we get with Rey on the island.)

3) STAKES: When every sequence is offered up like a climax, you stop caring by the third one. Build your tension so we care whether the heroes win or lose in the end.

The FIX

1) THE TONE: We’re going to have to re-script everything. I don’t mean a major overhaul here (yet), just stripping and replacing the wallpaper. No more pandering to the audience. No crank calls. No alien milking, or space-nun near misses. e.g. you can keep the porgs but they can’t just be there to be cute and silly. Give them a tiny sub-arc with Chewbacca. 1) Stepping off the Falcon he sees them immediately. They scatter at the sight of him. 2) They chirp in the night and Chewie has trouble sleeping. He covers his ears and grumbles. 3) He finds they’ve infested the Falcon and he gets legitimately angry. 4) After destroying the First Order’s air support on the crystal planet, the Falcon is forced into a crash landing (which would just be a better way for Rey to arrive) and the poison gas mentioned in Force Awakens is about to flood the ship. Chewie grabs a handful of porgs before running out then puts them down on the ground outside. Yes, it’s still corny. But corny is fine in a Star Wars. (e.g. R2 launched through the air by a swamp lizard.) But at least they have a place in the story now; they’re not just there to be cute and sell toys.

2) THE OPENING: If you’re going to start with a big battle, make it mean something. Don’t just tell me some jokes, show a few explosions and then kill a Red Shirt I’ve never seen before but am supposed to care about for some reason. What you should do is make this sequence its own miniature movie starring Rose’s sister. Poe shouldn’t even be in it (except on the communicator telling them to ignore retreat orders). Start with the sisters saying goodbye. (This grounds the one sister’s sacrifice and gives us reason to care when she dies. Simultaneously, it helps us to care about Rose later on, and makes her sudden importance as a main character much less jarring.) Now you can give all the turns and tension of the battle to this plucky, determined bombardier. There’s plenty of story and emotion to be dug up here. Find it Don’t give us the opening battle from Revenge of the Sith. Give us the first twenty minutes of UP.

And when it’s done, let’s see Rose in the background, mourning her sister as everyone else celebrates. Only Leia sees this. Then it’s Admiral Holdo who berates Poe for disobeying orders. (Moving up her introduction to reduce how jarring her sudden importance is.)

3) THE ISLAND (A): Rey’s time on the island needs to be WAY shorter. And less silly. When Luke comically chucks his lightsaber over his shoulder it undercuts Rey’s entire Episode VII story arc, reducing it to a three-second, not-terribly-funny sight-gag. Have him look at it instead, then look at her and walk past without touching it or saying a word. Then we get the short montage of her following him around as he does his day-to-days but he refuses to talk to her. NO MILKING. We see time pass in shots of her sitting outside his door at night, eating food she brought from the Falcon. Each time there’s less food in her pack. Until there’s none. Then Luke steps out, glares at her, and places a bowl of stew in front of her. As he turns away, she begs him to tell her why he won’t help and seems to have turned his back on the Force. He appears as if he’s going to answer but before he does, we cut away to…

4) THE CHASE: The First Order chasing the Resistance’s ships is so boring you only really showed it in the background of other events. So obviously, it needs to change. What if they’re hiding instead. In a nebula or something. Poe wants to take a flight of X-Wings out and see if he can cut a hole in the First Order fleet for them to escape through, but Holdo says he has to stay and protect the cruiser. Instead of mutinying, he highjacks some fighters and goes out anyway. The cruiser’s attacked and he barely makes it back on time. He expects to berated by Holdo but finds out that Leia’s woken up while he was out and that’s when she slaps him.

5) THE ISLAND (B): Rey begins communing with Kylo. We get TWO scenes of Luke showing Rey what the force is and isn’t (no more). No Dark Cave. And TWO scenes of communing. No Kylo’s version of what happened with Luke. We still get Luke’s version. Luke and Rey fight when she tells him she’s going to Kylo. She leaves him with words that are a callback to his “I must face Vader” speech in Return of the Jedi. He is left to ponder his choices.

6) SNOKE/REY/KYLO: a) Forget Rey’s parentage! If her parents weren’t important, there’s NO REASON the characters would be talking about them. Just because it’s a mystery to the audience, doesn’t mean it is to them! At least change Kylo’s line to, “I know where your parents are.” b) Give us something about Snoke’s background. I mean, who the fuck is this guy all of a sudden, anyway? Maybe he was Sidious’ rival but lost out to becoming the previous Sith Lord’s apprentice. A single line is all it would take. 3) Cut the fight with the New Imperial Guards to no more than ten seconds. It added nothing. It wasn’t exciting. And even if they’re the best fighters in the army, I just didn’t believe they’d last that long.

7) CASINO: There’s so much wrong here. Too much. Fixing it would require major structural changes more significant for a small article could fit. Let’s just say, the following issues need to be dealt with:

For starters, it just doesn’t fit. Allowing Fin and Rose to leave the chase and then come back to it without anyone noticing is an odd choice. If escape pods are so hard to track, why doesn’t everyone just get into them to get away? Even if I missed something and they gave a reasonable explanation for this, why would they call Maz? How does Fin even know how to reach her when he’s been unconscious since the last film? And then we get them walking around Casino World gawking and judging as if they’ve completely forgotten their friends are currently dying in large numbers. We’re shown more urgency in the escape of the horse-aliens than in the near-total destruction of the Resistance.

Plus Benicio Del Toro’s character, another important character who jarringly appears out of nowhere, not only adds nothing to the story, but is dull to watch too. And could Captain Phasma at least be fighting them to get to the last shuttle before the ship explodes? Instead of just because she’s a villain? And could we see Gwendoline Christie’s whole face, while she’s alive?!

8) YODA: Cut this whole scene. Yoda looked terrible and didn’t act or speak like any Yoda we’ve seen before. It added nothing to plot or character that we didn’t already get, and could as easily be accomplished the Return of the Jedi callback from Rey (as suggested above).

9) THE LAST STAND: This was actually mostly quite good. The Luke stuff was great. Just a few changes. Why are Fin and Rose flying salt-speeders? Neither of them are pilots. Find something else for them to do. And as I mentioned before, crash the Millennium Falcon. Have Rey try to take out the Battering Cannon and make it seem like she’s going to take it out. But then she gets hit by a ground turret and is forced down. It’s a much better entrance for Rey. Beyond that, the sequence is good.

10) BOY WITH BROOM: This scene is the only reason I didn’t suggest cutting the Casino Planet altogether. Having the film end with a seed of hope is both a great throw to Episode IX, and a powerful moment in its own right. That being said, it wasn’t done particularly well. The Casino Kids were a pretty small facet of the Casino Planet arc (which is kind of fucked up if you think about it). So their impact in this scene is not as strong as it should be. When you sit down and rework the Casino arc (as prescribed above), make sure the kids are more relevant to its development.

And THAT dear reader, is how you will fix this most mediocre addition to the Star Wars franchise. Follow my council and I promise, your work will be better. Your work will be everything it should be. Your work will be FIXED.

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