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saltyladynightmare · 2 years

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Rinzler Anakin AU

Star Wars/ Tron fusion

This is yet another AU I will never write. I was feeling obsessed with Tron: Legacy and this happened. BTW, I have yet to find a truly satisfying read on Security Program Sam that is also more than 3 chapters long. It is very disappointing, even though I know I would be worse about it. This is only proof, really.

so. Have this bastardized outline, because this is all you’re going to get from me on this particular subject.

I didnt even do a whole lot of world building, and what I did do just confuses me. Maybe one of you can explain it to me.

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Anakin Skywalker was born to Shmi Skywalker on Tatooine, in the slave quarters of Gruella the Hutt. His mother was a slave, and so he was as well.

His mother worked as a house slave, and a mechanic in Gruella’s Palace. She taught Anakin what she could, as soon as he could hold a tool. He learned fast. When he was four, he was set to learn programming under another slave, a dark green Twi’lek male named Alin’branley.

Alin started by introducing Anakin to his security program, Tron.

In return Anakin starts programming a helper for Tron, called Situational-Adaptive Monitor, aka Sam. (Sam Flynn’s personality and OP. Attached at the hip to Tron, or as much as he can be and still be able to work solo, and extremely affectionate to him. Dryly sarcastic. Competent to an extreme, and creative. Sweet, but only toward Tron.)

Anakin stole Tron when Alin had be killed, and the new freeborn was going to delete Tron. Anakin saved him to an old datapad he had managed to get working, and was allowed to keep because it was old and he used to more effectively do his job. Anakin also stole several other programs in spite, erasing his passage as he went. This included Sam.

He and his mother were lost in a gamble to Watto when he was 7. C-3PO comes a little over a year an a half later.

~~~

Anakin wins his freedom when he was 9.5, and leaves with Qui-Gon Jinn just as in cannon. He takes his datapad with him.

~~~

Anakin’s years in the temple are...not great. Lonely, mostly. He is also aware that this is at least some of his fault (too angry). He spends a great deal of time developing his programs, and...The Grid.

The Grid started as a place where he stored the various programs he had collected over the years. He’d had to upgrade his old datapad hardware several times (twice, he had to also rebuild it altogether from hardware he’d scrounged up, with new memory and such, which was fun). By the time the Clone Wars rolls around, his datapad is one high tech rectangle, for all that it looks older then most living humans, and has a few hundred programs housed in it.

He’d also managed to make it so a lot of those programs were almost AIs all on their own (they made getting through security really easy on missions, just plug it in, and they will find what he’s looking for)

As a bonding experience he teaches his techniques to his men, and a lot of them make him a program.

~~~

General Anakin Skywalker of the 501st, Jedi Knight, Hero with No Fear, dies on some backwater Separatist planet in a landslide. His body is not recovered. His wife, Padme Amidala, is felt a widow, though she will only learn this a few days later, when it is too late.

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The battle is won, but the 501st leave knowing they have lost.

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Three days later, Ventress digs out his body. He is still alive, if very very hurt...and only alive because the Force has converged into a nexus around his body.

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He was in his Jedi robes, and scant armor. His mechanical hand was gone, and so was the rest of his right arm up to mid upper arm, and both his legs past the knees. His lightsaber is missing. His ancient datapad it not.

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Ventress submerges him in bacta, then starts tearing at his mind, while her droids work on cracking his datapad. The droids are not successful (so many firewalls and security programs)(Tron and Sam are very good at what they do). Ventress is much more successful in breaking through his shields (they crumble like sand when she hits them hard enough).

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She finds many, many dark compulsions.

She takes them out, takes his memories and feelings for the people (Shmi Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex) and two droids (R2-D2, C-3PO) he feels loyalty for, suppresses the rest of his past as a Jedi and General, heals what she can, then plants exactly three so called facts in their place.

Loyalty to her (she saved him from his suffocating death, the removed the dark slimy things from his mind, and healed him—)

Hate for the Chancellor (he planted compulsions in his head—pretended to be his friend—he’s still hurting from what he did to him)

Hate for the Republic (they have a dark lord at their highest level, he had been blinded, what was their excuse—they wish to chain those who want to leave— what a pretty cage)

~~~

Ahnahkeen Ekkreth woke and knew he had been corrupted. He knew it like he knew his name, like he knew people who were important to him had been stolen from him. Like he knew that he fixed things, and destroyed them in equal measure.

He knew it was this woman who had done it to him, who claimed to have saved him.

She had taken sickness from his mind, yes, oily rot that was killing him slowly from the inside out, but she had taken more then just that from him. She had taken his family, then left gossamer chains around his mind and heart to bind him to her in their place. For this, she would pay.

But. He would need to be careful. He was in chains once more, and so the lines the mother he didn’t remember had taught him were lines he must once more walk along if he wished to break her chains.

He needed allies. His family was gone, stolen, he couldn’t ask them for support because he didn’t know who they are. It is not their fault, but they are not here. But. He needs them. He needs...something like them. A mirror image, an echo...an imprint. A creation.

A program. He reaches with the power that pulsed in his body like the twin suns of his home planet and pulls on the beautifully wrapped and packaged strings bundled in the...datapad, memory told him was his, and coaxed them out, line by line, one by one.

They rezzed into being. He asked them for their support. They give it freely.

~~~

Three weeks later the GAR meets Corvinctum, and his enforcers.

Ventress wanted a slave, so she would have one. Just until she gave his chains enough give that he could strangle her with them.

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Corvinctum, as he insists Ventress calls him for what she had tired to do to him (it had been so easy to destroy her work, then rebuild his firewalls, so pitifully easy. She didn't realize that by taking his family, he had nothing left to loose), had changed himself. He had done it for many reasons. The one he told her was that it was easier to handle injuries this way.

The main one, that he didn’t even tell his closest confidants, was that it put distance between who he had been (the man he had been, because of course she couldn’t just steal his family, or his heart, she had to take his sense of self too) and who he had made himself into. He remembered nothing, was nothing when he opened his eyes to Ventress for the first time, and so he built himself from the ashes. He kept finding things that linked him to his past self on his skin, and it yanked on something broken deep inside. So he built himself a body like his family’s echos, his family, his people, and burned his old one. He would have no more chains. None. His people, programs, couldn’t afford for him to (it would kill him. He can’t help them, love them if he is dead).(besides. That body was missing three entire limbs. That wasn’t conductive to fighting this war Ventress has thrust him into).

A lesser one was that it lessened the difference between him, and his people. It made him like them, with so many more of their weaknesses, and they loved him for it. If it also meant he had less of the organic, User weaknesses too, that was just a bonus (he didn’t need to worry about blood loss any more, or getting a limb cut of, or not being able to breathe, or—).

He keeps his face, because it is his (and something was saying faces were important to his stolen family, and he would honor them in every way he could remember...even if he wasn’t sure why they would have wanted such things (it was just a face)), gives himself his right hand back, and erases the rest of his...scars. All, except the one that he remembered clearly to be the surgery scar saying he had no slave chip in his body. He was free once. He will be again.

He gives himself a smooth, glossy black helmet (bucket—), that covered all of his head, and sealed on. Only he, his family, and Ventress could remove it. The last was only because she demanded it. His armor was like his family’s, black hexagonal base body glove (blacks—), matte black armor pieces, with glowing dark blue circuits (torrent blue— deep water) running down his body in thin crisp lines intersected with rings and dots. When his helmet is rezzed, not a single inch of skin is accessible. He keeps most of his hypersensitive circuits hidden, and numbed to avoid unnecessary distractions in a fight.

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Most of his programs had blue circuitry.

He proposed they change it to red, like Ventress’ lightsabers when they were at risk of being seen, to remind themselves of what they must do. It took some time, but the programs agreed, under the condition that they can change back to blue when they were in a safe place (like on the Grid on his datapad, or when they know they are surrounded by allies).

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Ahnahkeen can not connect the helmets and faces of the clones. As far as he is concerned, the men with helmets are different then people without. This is partly because, unknown to him, the average Program is essentially face blind. Stick beard on someone who didn’t have one a few weeks ago, and it did not matter how unique they look, the Program will not recognize them. That being said, it also didn’t matter how similar a group of people looked, if there was even a tiny difference between them, a Program will be able to see it. Programs’ faces didn’t change, but they all looked like their programmers. So many people looking like the same person in one place was bound to make so some interesting abilities.

As such, the men in the white armor are just people in between Ahnahkeen and his objective (he and his only kill when they are ordered to...or they must to complete the mission and their directives (get back to the Grid with your ident disc, the User will ensure your survival)). The near identical men in armor are...potential allies? They aren’t a threat to him, really, though they did have a tendency of getting in his way...but when in survival situations with no mission they are good people to have at your side. The ones with blue paint especially (501st). Their appreciation of chaos was something Ahnahkeen could get behind

For their part, the Vod’e are...weirded out by these lethal Separatists who don’t seem to care for killing, seem to answer to Ventress of all people (even if they almost blatantly don’t like her), and...are actually civil beings when it comes to talking to the Vod’e...but only when their buckets are off. Some of them can easily hold up in a fight against a Jedi Master. They called themselves Programs and talked...like they had actual programs and everyone around them also had programming. With the fact that it seemed they all came armed with near indestructible disc things that defied physics and had a cutting edge that didn’t cut the the holder, and their impossibly high tech (lightjets, and lightcycles, and lightbatons which were like lightsabers(!!!), just to name a few), and that they shattered when they got hurt or killed— yeah.

The Vod’e had anywhere from a 32.1% to a 78.9% chance of surviving an encounter with one of them depending on circumstances if they are wearing their buckets. Their survival rate increased to just under 100% with buckets off (and they are pretty sure the death/major injury rate were accidents or because the Programs had gotten pinned and...panicked as much as they seem to be able. The deaths were from injury complications, or injections that that more to do with environment then the injury itself (their discs were surprisingly clean for things they fling around everywhere. Maybe the edges were a weird plasma that plays favorites?))

Corvinctum was the strangest of them all. He seemed to actually posses the powers of a dar’jetii. He could hide himself from detection from the Generals, or he could make a large group of Vod’e believe (strangely) he was General Skywalker (they had no idea why Skywalker of all people, but it was only Vod’e who had met Skywalker who identified him as such. Those who hadn’t met Skywalker just knew him to be a General with access to their information, and didn’t question his presence even though Skywalker had been KIA for tendays...). He didn’t use the lightstick/lightsaber things, only his disc and what they are pretty sure is a flashy form of the Force. He also didn’t talk much at all. He, like his allies, didn’t kill Vod’e for the sake of killing them, and had on more then a few occasions helped various Vod’e in their own missions/survival...when Ventress wasn’t around. He absolutely hated Grievous (they had actually caught him sabotaging Grievous’ missions before, not to mention all the other times the Programs warned them when he was on planet and planning on attacking. It never went into an official report because this is not the sort of thing that could get out, but... it was common knowledge that the Programs gave good intel when they did give it). None of this mentions what he could do with another Program’s ident disc (one had been missing his body from the waist down, one of his arms, and half his head. A few minutes of messing with some sort of holographic interface, which looked complicated, then putting the disc back onto the dock on the Program’s back, and the rest of his body ‘rezzed’ back into existence. The Program woke up with a start a minute later, no worse for wear.), or how he is scary competent in basically any type of personal combat with special emphasis on close combat and piloting.

Corvinctum also has a strange tendency of avoiding Jedi Generals like the plague...though he doesn’t stay out of their range in the Force. They say he feels like either nothing at all (not a black space, that would be noticeable, but like there isn’t anything there to be felt at all), or like a nexus in the Force. Supernova, if you will.

The Vod'e...have no idea what to think. So they just make it an unofficial regulation to remove one's bucket when in the presence of a Program, and moved on. They had a war to fight, and clankers were a lot less confusing.

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Whoever was running around with his General's face had best be careful. The man had been a good superior officer, but he had also been Rex's friend. His vod.

If they didn't watch themselves, one day, Rex would come face to face with them, and shoot them to pieces.

No one got to use General Skywalker's face, except Skywalker.

And Skywalker was dead.

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Ventress, Ahnahkeen found (rather, SAM had, then told Ahnahkeen), was not the true Depur. No, she was a slave herself, to a man named Dooku, who himself had a master. Sidious.

Perhaps, to throw Ventress off, it would be wise to start from the top and work their way down?

What do you mean Sidious' real name is Sheev, Tron?...Maybe he is evil because whoever named him despised his existence?

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A clanker shatters the bucket of a Program, one of the more human shaped ones built like a Vod. The Program falls to the ground, and doesn't get back up. The Vod the Program had protected from the blow shoots the clanker, and rolls the Program to get a look (they knew the Program wasn’t dead. They only seem to die if the fall apart completely).

The helmet was half derezzed, and so was the a good portion of the head. What made the Vod get sick though, was what remained of the face.

What remained of the nose, the warm brown eye, and the mouth was that of a Vod, through and through.

The green twi'lek Program called Tron, and his partner, the lean slicer Sam, came and took the Vod Program away.

...no one knew what to make of it, and Corvinctum, the most willing of the lot to explain anything, had no idea what they were talking about. When they explained, he seemed confused.

"...Faces can belong to anyone. Core programing is what matters."

...They were beginning to see what the problem was with the buckets.

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Fox would just really appreciate it if the Programs would make the assignation attempts on Palpatine more subtle, so he could let them get away with it. Their ineptitude in this one thing—if the reports were to be believed, Fox has yet to see even a little of this so-called competence—was baffling. You'd think after so many tries they would have gotten better at it.

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mayxthexforce · 1 year

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20. what’s a ship you don’t want to roleplay at all with this muse?

21. what do you think of your muse’s popular fandom ship?

22. what do you think of your muse’s canon ship, if they have one?

munday asks !!!

20. what’s a ship you don’t want to roleplay at all with this muse?

Depends on the muse. But some of the ships I have no interest in are: anything incest (I include Bossk x Boba in this because in my portrayal Bossk was a father figure to Boba), Goran x Women, Medrit x Women, Anyone x Palpatine, Galen x Vader, Maulkie x Vader, Merrin x Fret, Voe x Luke, Tahiri x Luke.

21. what do you think of your muse’s popular fandom ship?

Not many of my muses have popular fandom ships. But here's the ones I know do:

S4bedala: sometimes used for people to self insert on a ship with Padme because they have Sabé sticking around after shit she wouldn't have stuck around for, the fans tend to have a disproportionate hatred for Anakin for no real reason other than that he is the one that ended up with Padme in the end. I had to block two blogs centered around this ship because they popped up with the shinigami eyes tool (TERF detector). Very nice ship when done right (almost never done right).

T4hiri x Anakin Solo: sweet childhood romance that ended in tragedy and fucked her up for life. Beautiful. Would have been even more beautiful if the writers hadn't centered Tahiri's entire arc and personality from that point on around feeling guilty because she refused to give Anakin a kiss before the mission and he ended up blowing himself up with the force.

D1nluke: A crack ship in the sense that it's clearly never going to be canon, the shippers are either the chillest or the most annoying people you'll ever meet, it's a Russian roulette. You have high chances of running into a fic where Din is written like a rough and tough Latino man stereotype, but that's also true for a lot of content involving him romantically/sexually.

Hanl3ia: same issue with D1nluke but this time the ship is canon, the shippers are either super chill or annoying as fuck. Leia is seen as the perfect most special girl who can do no wrong, meanwhile Han is the guy that's lucky to have gotten her to even look at him. Go into a blog centered around this ship and you have a high chance of reading the blandest, most surface level takes on Darth Vader you've ever seen.

Qu1nobi/Ob1quin: Childhood friends to enemies to friends again to star crossed lovers ftw! They complement each other nicely because Obi-Wan is much calmer than Quinlan and Quinlan reminds Obi-Wan to not be so structured all the time. With this ship you're one typo away from ending up in the other ship tag that involves Qui-Gon, so thread carefully.

22. what do you think of your muse’s canon ship, if they have one?

G4len x Jun0: I like them but sometimes Juno makes me mad. I know she's trying to help Galen most of the time, but her "you're still just Vader's slave" line always pisses me off, that's not how you help an abuse survivor fresh out of the abusive situation, Juno.

G0ran x M3drit: I love them. They're just perfect and complement each other so nicely. They're too kind for the galaxy and situations they live in and I respect that. The only thing that would have made their relationship better would have been adding Boba and making it a polycule.

S4bedala: see above.

Hanl3ia: see above.

T4hiri x Anakin Solo: see above.

#may the queue be with you #||out of character||#||fandom rambles||#vanillahub #galaccias #||answered ask||

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gingersnappish · 3 years

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KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming

sigo

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!

#kylux recs #kylux #fic recs #kylux recs 2021 #i enjoyed these fics

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giggles-and-freckles · 3 years

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my fic masterlist

decided to do this for my own sake more than anyone else’s because sometimes I have to make sure the idea I get at 3am isn’t one I’ve already written hehe. anyway, a lot of these are on my ao3, but I’m also going to try and track down some of my TuMbLr-eXcLuSiVe fics, too. I’ll update this as often as I remember (so, uhhh–)

In-Progress: Not On A Consistent Updating Schedule Bc Abi is a Mess ™

midst of the mind – Anakin has always had a pretty good understanding of his feelings, even if he's not particularly disciplined in acting on them. But things surrounding the Chancellor seem to be off and Anakin's determined to get to the bottom of it. With a little help from his friends.(or: fix-it ROTS fic where Ani, Obi, and Padmé take down the Chancellor one fake smile and late-night tea party at a time)

evermore – "dreamscapes and tragedies and epic tales of love lost and found" within the lives of our favourite space fam. (or: TAYLOR SWIFT LITERALLY OWNS MY SOUL, OKAY?) (unrelated one-shots based on taylor swift songs ha)

filling the gaps – after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

Obi-Wan & Ahsoka: Best Father-Daughter Duo In The Galaxy According To Me (because let’s be honest...that’s why I’m here) (tagged: #obi & soka)

filling the gaps – *in-progress multi-chapter* after the horror of Naboo, Obi-Wan has flipped from Padawan to having a Padawan in a matter of hours and he's not sure how much longer he can pretend like he's okay. thankfully, this one spunky youngling who keeps popping up in the corners of his life seems to know what to do. (or: baby!Soka unknowingly helps new Knight!Kenobi figure things out and braids his hair along the way)

playing catch – Ahsoka finds an old friend on Tatooine and has lots of questions. they cry a lot. obi-wan tells some white lies. they get the hugs they need. (Obi-Wan & Ahsoka reunite on Tatooine)

all too young – during a bout of insomnia while on Onderon, Ahsoka gets some advice and insight about her Master. (or Obi-Wan hears Ahsoka laugh for the first time and they get to have a snuggle and he absolutely spends the entire next day training the rebels trying not to cry thinking about it every dang time he sees her.)

hologram heart-to-hearts – we see Obi-Wan and Ahsoka have a conversation via hologram in the final season of tcw, but what if there had been...more?(three-parter) (basically Obi and Soka keep in touch after she leaves the Order and there’s...a lot of emotions involved)

little love – a sort of follow-up to hologram heart-to hearts; Ahsoka sticks her nose into the wrong Alliance meeting and discovers a certain Jedi is alive and on Tatooine of all places, so she places a long-distance call.

bad days – Ahsoka tries to squeeze out of her Grand Master exactly what happened on Mortis. and, as always, Obi-Wan is powerless to deny her anything, no matter how painful that truth may be.

sleeping with monsters – Ahsoka is having a hard time sleeping after her time on Felucia, so Obi-Wan offers a solution.

chance meeting – Obi-Wan is up late researching for his Master in the archives when a certain sneeze–and pair of big blue eyes–catch his attention.

‘drooping eyelids’ prompt fill – Ahsoka and Obi-Wan have a conversation about attachment while Anakin’s missing. they (plus Anakin) get some platonic cuddles.

‘dancing’ prompt fill – they attend a senatorial gala without Anakin because he’s feeling grumpy grump after deception arc fall-out. Obi realises that there are still things to be thankful for.

sorrow – Ahsoka feels the full weight of loss as she clutches her Grand Master’s dead body. (deception arc FEELS!!!!)

‘I do not pretend to set people right, but I do see they are often wrong’ prompt fill – *trigger warning: death of children; Obi comforts Ahsoka after they witness an atrocity of the highest order.

the silence between — Ahsoka gets assigned to the 212th as her Master recovers. Unwanted quality time with her Grand Master doesn’t go as planned.

untitled ‘Obi & Ani role reversal au’ ficlet — Padawan Obi-Wan pays a visit to his best pal Ahsoka in the crèche.

‘falling asleep on each other’s shoulder’ prompt fill – the summary says it all. fluff!

'I don’t wanna die’ – Obi-Wan comforts Ahsoka in her pain. *tw: implied major character death

‘I made tea’ – Anakin is off-world so it’s up to Obi-Wan to take care of his sick grand-padawan.

sorry for the soup – post-deception arc. Ahsoka stops by Obi-Wan’s quarters to check-in.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: The Early Years (tagged: #obi & ani)

figuring it out – Anakin learns waking Obi-Wan up can sometimes be a good thing and Obi-Wan learns that maybe everything's going to be okay. (padawan!ani & new dad knight!kenobi)

if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more – Anakin overhears a conversation he wasn’t meant to hear and lashes out in response. lots of hurt is uncovered and Obi-Wan hears some hard truths from his Padawan. angst, angst, angst...but with a hug.

reading lessons – the team takes a trip to the archives to find some reading material. Anakin is adorably insecure.

cold – Obi-Wan and Anakin have their first solo mission, but in typical Kenobi & Skywalker fashion, it does not go as planned. Exasperated Obi-Wan and Won't-Shut-Up Anakin are put to the test by deep space and a completely out-of-fuel ship. (or some more fluff where padawan!ani and new knight!kenobi get to try and figure out how the heck this master-padawan thing WORKS. hint: it's not easy!)

playing hooky – angel baby Anakin breaks Obi-Wan's heart and it's not for the last time...womp wooooomp.

like you – sweet, angel baby Ani gives himself a haircut and Obi-Wan deals with the aftermath. (I’m copying and pasting most of these summaries directly from ao3 and cracking up because I called Anakin a sweet angel baby in two in a ROW hahah)

fun? – the Jedi Council gives Obi-Wan his newest orders as a young Jedi Knight and he struggles to understand them. he was instructed to take his new Padawan and...have...fun?

go away/please stay – Obi-Wan has been disappearing for solo missions more and more often and Anakin's starting to wonder if it's more than just on request of the Council. (or: can you say TEEN ANGST!)

‘forehead kisses’ prompt fill – Anakin stumbles upon his Master having quite the nightmare, so he handles it the way his mom always handled his own nightmares. with patience and affection.

unnamed NAP TIME fic – Obi-Wan gets home from a solo mission early to find his bed occupied.

‘sweets’ prompt fill – Anakin gets a little ambitious with his choco-ball indulgence.

‘fuzzy socks’ prompt fill – years after arriving at the Temple, Anakin still hasn’t quite adjusted to the cold. Obi-Wan gets him a gift to help. (really just an excuse for some obi ani banter)

‘snowball fight’ prompt fill – Anakin takes his boredom to the next level, much to his Master’s chagrin.

untitled Anakin sickfic bc I’m not feeling very creative right now – the team goes on a mission but Anakin gets sick. Obi-Wan is ultimate mother hen and Anakin makes an observation.

got germs – sickficlet where both of our best boys are sick.

you’re okay – just some classic protective parent!Obi-Wan and teenaged son!Anakin post disaster.

‘you lied to me’ – angstpril day 13. Anakin really wants to go to Ilum and make his lightsaber...but is met with disappointment.

random sickfic – because we all know Anakin is the most annoying sick person in the world.

don’t struggle – the ship is crashing, as usual. but this time, Anakin’s seatbelt is stuck. *tw: implied major character deaths

relic – sith!Obi au. *tw: major character death

aspectabund – Anakin’s eyes betray him and his Master.

Obi-Wan & Anakin: Brotp But Also Idiots Who Don’t Know How To Communicate (still tagged #obi & ani)

define ‘attachment’ – while the dads esteemed Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker wait for Ahsoka to wake up, they talk about attachment, worry, and that time Ani caused an accidental security breech at the Temple.

favourites – Obi-Wan has been tasked with telling Anakin of his special assignment to keep an eye on the Chancellor, but he gets sappy and sentimental in the process because these conversations are hard.

after all these years – Obi-Wan tries to talk to Anakin, but it doesn't go well. does this sound familiar OR WHAT? (post-decpetion arc angst)

brilliant – Anakin is having a difficult time adjusting to his new mechno-arm for one very specific reason. (the boys communicate properly in this one and even get a hug as a treat!)

sober words said aloud – Anakin's meeting with the Council is interrupted by his highly intoxicated–and wildly affectionate–Master. (crack fic turned fluff)

‘you’ve been crying, I can tell’ prompt fill – Anakin makes the mistake of checking in on his Master after a particularly grueling mission. it doesn’t go well. (or: Obi-Wan loses his sh!t)

going somewhere? – Obi-Wan catches Anakin on his way out for a midnight rendezvous with a certain Senator. Anakin makes a quick decision and chooses Obi-Wan. sweet words are exchanged on a sentimental walk.

shaking hands – in the immediate wake of Ahsoka’s departure form the order, Anakin...isn’t okay. Obi-Wan tries to do something about it. (post S5 angst)

untitled platonic tired cuddles/back scratching fic – Anakin resorts to an old tactic to make his Master rest.

sun shine on – Obi-Wan and Anakin take a little trip to Tatooine to visit Shmi’s grave. (post-ROTS fix-it au of sorts)

pushing it too far — Obi-Wan calls Anakin for some help when he takes ‘intel’ too seriously and ends up drunk on a street in lower-level Coruscant.

whump prompt fill – Obi-Wan looks after Anakin after a near-miss. They talk.

‘was it another premonition?’ – Obi-Wan dreams of Luke. He wakes up to Anakin.

post-mortis angst – Anakin remembers. *tw: implied suicidal thoughts

angstpril: ‘you have to let me go’ – Anakin and Obi-Wan are stuck in a pit. only one of them can make it out alive. *tw: implied major character death

role model – post-deception angst. Obi and Ani talk. it doesn’t go well.

here either way – conversations about mental health. *tw: panic attack

hiraeth – Obi-Wan walks alone. *post ROTS

Anakin & Ahsoka: Dream Team Sharing One Single Brain Cell (tagged: #snips & skyguy or (for the really angsty) #its crying about snips & skyguy hours)

that one person – (my first fic!) Anakin gets assigned to lecture a class of younglings, but he's not the only one who doesn't want to be there.or Ahsoka Tano is done with Jedi sh!t and tries to leave, but this time it's just a classroom and not the entire Order and there's a lot less tears and pain.

here and now – the Force has tried to swallow Ahsoka Tano three times. it's hard to be the last one standing. (or Ahsoka feels the death of three important men in her life and is tired of being left behind) *tw: major character deaths (canon compliant and not depicted, only mentioned)

whumptober: crying – Anakin comforts a distraught Ahsoka after her disaster mission over Ryloth.

reaching out – Anakin is always there...until he’s not. Ahsoka reflects on how different it is fighting and living without Anakin at her side. (angst)

help would come – Anakin and Ahsoka get stuck on an ice planet and things get dire. I chalked this full of parallels to the final conversation between Ani and Luke bc I love pain, I guess?

whump: ‘i’ve got you’ – Anakin pulls Ahsoka from a nightmare.

zen!Anakin ficlet — Ahsoka visits Anakin in his new job as Galaxy’s #1 Dad (well Plo Koon still exists so maybe #1.5?).

right as rain – Ahsoka insists she is fine when she is distinctly not.

snoozeville – Anakin and a few boys of the 501st find their Commander catching some extra z’s.

stitching up – Ahsoka performs some in-the-moment surgery for Anakin and he tries not to scream. *tw: field surgery

‘platonic spooning’ prompt fill – do I need a summary after that?

sad hours: dancing – Anakin and Ahsoka dance in the aftermath of tragedy.

rainy ending given to a perfect day – Anakin and Ahsoka take a trip into downtown Coruscant.

Anakin and Padmé: Abi Tries and fails To Write Romance (tagged: #anidala)

not enough – Anakin has a hard time with the Mortis fall-out. Padmé doesn’t know how to help someone who doesn’t want it. some painful connections between Ahsoka and Shmi are made. (angst, no happy ending, trouble in paradise)

I will not have this baby in a jail cell – some fluff, some crack, some Anakin-being-so-proud-of-his-badass-wife.

marcid – domestic fluff in which Padmé almost shoots him. ha. oops!

rubatosis – angsty anidala hours. Anakin can’t go to sleep.

Obi-Wan and Satine: Abi Tries and fails some more To Write Romance (tagged #obitine)

don’t go – Obi-Wan makes a choice. *year on the run timeline

that’s mine – some happiness AU obitine. waking up next to each other. laughing. all the sappy stuff.

accidental keldabe kiss – all the ridiculous tropes I love with our favourite pining idiots. it’s the ‘kiss me so they don’t see us!’ trope!!!! *year on the run timeline

you’re shaking – Satine knows Obi-Wan more than he’d like. *year on the run

Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, Rex, Padmé: Space Found Family In Whatever Form It Comes

i want your midnights – the gang attends a New Year's banquet (read: party) and Padmé surprises them all with her midnight kiss.

flair for dramatics – when the gang gets their ship stranded on a desert planet, Anakin and Ahsoka get creative as they try to keep spirits up and minds off the sweltering heat. Obi-Wan questions his sanity. (crack fic turned fluff)

nothing a cup of tea can’t fix – when Anakin shows up to Obi-Wan's quarters in the middle of the night, the Jedi Master knows something has gone awry. answering Anakin's desperate cry for help, Obi-Wan is reminded of how very, very prone to dramatics his former Padawan and Grand Padawan are. (or: Ahsoka gets sick and Anakin flips his shit.) (sickfic)

in the sandstorm – when Tatooine's weather takes a turn for the worst, Ben Kenobi finds a young boy in need of shelter and some lessons on how wonderful his dad had been. (luke and obi-wan hurt/comfort)

remembering hurts – Rex and Ahsoka strive to survive on the snowy moon in the days after Order 66. tensions are high and emotions are volatile.

balter – disaster trio dances at a senatorial ball.

reunion – au where Anakin doesn’t completely turn to the dark side but everything up to and including Mustafar (except for the last like...five minutes) happens. Padmé has the twins, Obi-Wan is overwhelmed, Anakin is a mess. they’re happy...or at least, they will be soon.

‘cookies’ prompt fill – disaster trio makes cookies for the crechelings for Life Day. (just fluff and banter)

first ever codywan! – Cody does some bedside vigil for a hurt Obi-Wan. :’)

transponster – disaster trio is tired and delusional. Rex and Cody want Jedi to have some kriffing self-preservation.

one final salute — Obi-Wan and Cody get trapped. Obi-Wan’s luck is running out. (angst? angst.)

codywan whump – Cody saves Obi-Wan’s life. again. (more fluff than whump)

girls’ night – Ahsoka hangs out with her mom pal Padmé.

driving lessons – Obi-Wan and Anakin teach Ahsoka to drive. ha.

affectionate obi – the kids get Obi-Wan a puppy. fluff!

sorry I don’t speak idiot – Rex and Fives deal with a drunk Echo :’)

post deception disaster trio sadness – Ahsoka tries to keep Obi-Wan company in the aftermath of Rako Hardeen...but Anakin isn’t playing nice.

verklempt – Ahsoka and Yoda talk about being chosen. and Ahsoka finds out maybe she hasn’t been left behind afterall. *pre-TCW

apricity – disaster trio have a picnic at the temple! just pure fluff.

pyrrhic – codywan but make it angsty. some battles are won at too great a cost.

disaster trio sickfic – two Jedi dads and their (sick) daughter :’)

‘you’ve been here this whole time?’ – newlyweds anidala (but shh, Obi-Wan doesn’t know that! yes he does, everyone does.) are there when Obi-Wan wakes up and he ownders just what he did to get so lucky.

Febuwhump 2021: A Foray into Hurting the Characters I Love the Most

mind control – Anakin’s narrative as he fights Ahsoka on Mortis. sad boy hours. a lot of insecurity happening here.

‘I can’t take this anymore’ – during the Obitine (plus third-wheel Qui-Gon) year on the run, Satine gets tired of Obi-Wan trying to die for her. a bit hurt/comfort, a lot sappy.

imprisonment – on their first mission together, Obi & Ani get captured. Anakin learns how Obi-Wan feels about tight spaces.

coma – post deception arc. Obi-Wan goes into a coma after a particularly intense conversation with Anakin. Anakin tells Obi’s unconscious body how he’s feeling. angst, angst, angst. there’s your warning.

‘take me instead’ – Anakin escorts Padmé on a diplomatic mission but things get dicey and quick decisions must be made. Anakin isn’t the only one in this relationship willing to be an idiot for the sake of *love.* (or: another attempt to write Anidala in a convincing way because they give me a tough! time! so this time make it...dangerous)

insomnia – Anakin overhears a late night holo-call and learns that his Master has a...friend that is a girl???? and is pretty???? but also that his Master may need some fixing and he thinks he may just be the nine-year-old for the job.

poisoning – Ahsoka gets drugged and Anakin gets...er...angry. (read: dark)

‘hey, hey, this is no time to sleep’ – as Ahsoka and Anakin wait for help, Anakin tells a story. an ancient monster in the heart of Tatooine...waiting for it's day of reckoning. (or: Ahsoka gets dehydrated and Anakin can't deny his hurting sister/padawan anything so he talks a little bit about home.)

buried alive – Anakin reflects on some things as his Padawan tries to rescue him from the rubble. angst!!!!!!!!!

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know’ – the Council loses a planet and Obi & Ani get tasked with finding it, but after nine hyperspace jumps and a painful discovery, Obi-Wan teaches his former Padawan one more lesson. (or: the boys talk about failure and feelings when Obi-Wan finds out Anakin's mechno-arm has been causing pain for a couple years)

hallucinations – Ahsoka tries to fix things. it doesn’t work. (post-order 66) angst

‘who are you?’ – Anakin and Ahsoka rescue Obi-Wan, but things aren’t okay and Obi-Wan doesn’t recognise Anakin. (or: Obi is tortured for information about the fall of the Republic before it happens and goes a bit mad bc of it)

‘I didn’t mean it’ – Obi-Wan learns how cold and unfeeling his young Padawan thinks he is and has a rough day. angst

burned – Anakin mourns the loss of his Padawan in a tactile way. Obi-Wan watches. (or: Anakin throws Ahsoka’s Padawan beads into a fire)

‘I wish I have never given you a chance’ – Obi-Wan is reminded of his own incompetence through a vision form his old master.

you have to let me go – Ahsoka has one heirloom: a hologram of her old master as a padawan. but it’s time to let the past go and step into the future, with help from an old friend.

#my fic #maybe I'll go give creative names to some of these prompt request fills someday but #probably not #anyway I definitely should have been doing things other than making this tonight but HERE WE ARE #:)#also at the time of me typing this I have 49 fics listed on here #which is so crazy to me #bc I just started writing in september and if you had told me I would have 50 fics in five months I would have laughed at you #and its so fun and cringey to look back at some of these #its only been a few months but my writing has CHANGED #(hopefully for the better?)#anyway yay! an organised archive!#sw fanfiction

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greenygreenland · 3 years

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Tired: Omega x Platonic! Slicer! Reader

-Hi I’m back from the dead

-i write for females, keep that in mind (sorry, it's what I'm comfortable with, so I hope you understand!)

-but really, I write in 2nd POV, so you can't tell for the most part

REQUESTED

Summary: You're a former bounty hunter who's also a slicer for the GAAR. You meet Omega by chance.

Tired. That was the only thing that could describe your mental state. Being assigned to mission after mission was no fun, especially when it was solo. You were a civvie slicer, one who the GAAR hired by chance due to your reputation.

By reputation, that meant ex-mercenary-who-so-happened-to-have-a-knack-or two-for-technology. The clones were nice to you though. For the most part, they didn't care about your previous occupation because it wasn't the first time anyone's hired Bounty Hunters for the GAAR.

The low hum of the ship helped to ease your building worries. You wondered what the boys of Clone Force 99 were up to. It was no secret that you were part of the complete package. No one knew how you and them got along when you were a civvie. Being outsiders themselves, they hated anyone who wasn’t part of their group. But not you. You were different. Kind. Caring. Understanding.

That thought made you frown. You missed the boys. They had been gone for at least seven rotations without comming you once. The fact that they promised didn't help their cause either. Were they okay? Maybe one of them got hurt, or worse, killed? Maker forbid such a thing.

"They better come back to me in one piece, or I'll have them begging on their knees for forgiveness..."

Beep, beep, beep!

You jolted upright, swinging your legs out form under you as you hurriedly fumbled for the holoprojector. You tapped a button and the cockpit flooded with a soft, blue light. "Tech!" you cried. "It's been seven rotations! Why haven't you commed me?" He removed his helmet with a sheepish shrug. "We've been busy of course. And it's seven rotations and fifteen hours, meaning--"

"Yeah, yeah." you cut in with a sigh. "I don't like the idea of not coming with you guys on missions. I know you're just as capable--more if you want me to be honest--but that doesn't mean I can't worry."

There was a rustle behind Tech and he looked over his shoulder. Hunter came into view, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry we didn't comm you. With all that's gone down, I wouldn't say we've had the time." You flopped down in your chair helplessly. "I know, it's just..."

Hunter smiled warmly. "Don't worry about us (Y/n)." Tech pushed up his glasses and nodded in agreement. "If there's anyone who we should be worrying about, it's you. You go on solo missions six out of nine times. We have each other but you only have yourself."

"Wow, I feel so much better Tech." You sarcastically muttered. "Speaking of mission, I'm on my next one."

Hunter knitted his brows. "Where?"

"Skako Minor."

"Skako Minor?" they echoed. You nodded. "Something strange is going on there. According to Rex, the Seppie battle plans have been drawn exactly like the ones he used to do with Echo--that’s one of his men." You recalled the face of that fallen soldier. He was always so sweet to you, giving a wave whenever you passed and smiling as brightly as he could. To say you missed the poor boy was an understatement.

"Isn't Skako Minor under the Techno Union?" inquired a coiled voice. Crosshair made his way into the frame and unceremoniously squeezed himself between his brothers. "You better not be going alone." You waved it off. "Even if I did, it’s fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Like the time you nearly fried yourself with a loose wire on that rock in the Outer Rim? Yeah, I don’t think so.” You averted your gaze to the side in embarrassment. No one needed to remind you of that rookie mistake. You could have gotten yourself killed. The watts were off the chart there. “That was one time. I’m a master at this stuff, don't worry. And besides, Cody, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are with me." Cross's brows shot up. "You're working with regs?"

"Don't worry, they're seasoned soldiers from the 501st.” That was the truth, and you meant it. Working under Rex for months made it clear to you. During that time, he taught you a thing or two about mechanics. “General Skywalker’s men are more than capable. So is Cody."

Cross looked doubtful, and you couldn't blame him. This was enemy territory you were sneaking into. It didn’t matter who you had on your side, because anyone could make a mistake.

A deep laugh echoed from over Cross’s shoulder. Wrecker set down his gonk droid, Lula in the other hand. “You guys need to have faith in (Y/n),” he reminded with a grin. “She’s smarter than me, and she’s always kept up with us. Is there anything she can’t do?” Tech pushed his glasses up with a challenging look. “Uh, actually--”

“Just be careful.” Hunter concluded. “We want to see you back in one piece.” You nodded in understanding. “Copy that, Sarge.” He smiled, and it was filled with unsaid words of care. Cross sent you a nod, eyes all mushy and soft while Tech knitted his brows together worriedly. Wrecker grinned, and it was so bright that it could have blinded you.

“Same goes to you Batchers,” you stated seriously. “Come back to me in one piece, or I’ll come over there and kill you myself.” Tech looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he sensed the shift in mood and kept his mouth shut. You memorised their faces as best as you could. It would be a while until you saw them next.

The hologram flickered out and the soft glow of blue hues disappeared. The cold, dim lighting of the ship fell over you. “Well that’s that.” you muttered with a weak smile. Rex patted your shoulder comfortingly. “They really care about you.”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t always like that. I used to be a stranger too.”

The rest of the ride was spent with the occasional joke from Jesse. He made you laugh, and it helped to soothe your worries. But then the ship landed, and you were thrust into a battle zone. You were thankful Anakin made you wear heavier armour today. If he hadn’t, then you probably would have been vaporized on the spot.

“We need cover!” shouted Rex. That was a no-brainer. Being out in the open at the bottom of a ravine was not in the least tactical. “SBDs!” you called. “Twelve o’clock!”

Jesse raced past you. “Get down!” He threw an EMP. It wasn’t as effective as you hoped it would be. If the Bad Batch were here, this situation would have been completely different. You were on your own. There was no cover, save for the piles of smoking durasteel and the very armour strapped to your vulnerable limbs.

You were in a head-on battle.

“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” You charged forward, tossing a few EMPs as you blasted away. The best you could do was nail them in the head and hope for the best. Jesse was right beside you, with Cody, Kix, and Rex following suit.

“I didn’t think you would be this daring!” called Jesse. You blasted a few droids and kicked another in the head. It fell with a clank and you smothered it in a healthy dose of blaster fire. “I wasn’t about to be bested by a couple of rust buckets!” you retorted with shake of your head. “Come on, we need to get to that tower.”

You made quick work of the droids. You were no Jango Fett, but you managed with the help of the Regs. Cody congratulated your work and motioned for the squad to continue on. “It’s obvious the enemy knows we’re here. I have my doubts on sneaking in, but perhaps we can manage...”

Past the commando droids, through the front door, then up the lift and a little further down a couple halls. Before the mission, Rex had pulled you aside to speak in private. He thought Echo was alive and that whatever was sending out those Seppie battle plans had to be him. But you weren’t about to get your hopes up. Not when so many of your friends long marched far, far away.

You stopped by a door and plugged in your datapad. “I need to slice open the door. I’m not about to challenge fate here with a charge.” Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’d rather come back with all my legs and arms, thank you very much.” He turned to keep guard as Cody stood close to your side. “Is this the control room?”

“Yes.” The door swished open and you disconnected your ‘pad from the panel. “I’ll slice the computer and retrieve the information we need. Rex, I need you for this portion.” He nodded in understanding and followed suit. You connected your datapad to the communications table. A hologram appeared, where dates and names passed by in the blink of an eye.

“You said this might be Echo.” you quietly stated. Rex nodded. “I can’t be sure, but there isn’t another explanation.” You watched as the information scrolled past at the speed of light. There wasn’t anything of use so far. Only old reports, check-ins and...

The scrolling froze. A file opened up, filling the room with a voice you wouldn’t ever forget. It was scratchy and lifeless, but you were sure it had to be the man who went KIA so long ago. “That’s...”

“Echo’s alive.” Rex affirmed. “It--it has to be him.”

“We’ve got company!” called Jesse.

You transferred the file and stuffed your ‘pad in a safe spot for keeping. “In case anything happens, I’m transferring the data over to you.” you stated. “I wouldn’t want to lose any of this.” The two of you rushed out of the room in a frenzy. Blaster fire sounded above, whizzing way over your head as you sprinted down the hall. The lift wasn’t far, only a couple metres. You just had to run a little more and--

BOOM!

Had a droid thrown a charge? You turned to Rex, eyes wide as he turned to face you. With all of the strength you could muster, you shoved him out of the way. Another BOOM!. You turned just in time to see the flash of brilliant reds and oranges.

The force threw you into the transparisteel windows, which spider-webbed out in long cracks. You were suddenly flying out of the four story building. Shards cut past your face and through your sleeves, tearing away at flesh and fabric without an ounce of mercy. If only you had a doshing jetpack.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t scream, but Maker did it kriffing hurt. There was a sickening crack, another blinding flash of sharp pain. You held back a cry.

Just be careful. We want you back in one piece.

Your vision faded in and out. Black blurred the galaxy as you knew it.

I'm sorry, boys.

You fell into the painful jaws of darkness.

-----

The first thing that hit your nose was the sterile smell of bacta. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the blank ceiling of the medbay. The incessant beeping of the heart monitor caught you off guard. How hard did you fall? Much less, what did you break?

A head of dirty blonde hair peeked over the edge of your bed. Her eyes, wide with curiosity made you knit your brows together. She was young, much younger than any girl here should be. You were about to sit up, but the girl frantically straightened.

"You're not supposed to be getting up." She gently pushed you back down. "You have a lot more than a few broken bones." That was when the pain began to settle. You stilled under the thin medbay sheets. "I need to comm someone."

"Now?" the girl incredulously inquired. "You're hurt, you have to rest first." But that was the least of your problems. Where was Rex? Had he completed the mission? How long were you out? Were Jesse, Kix, and Cody alright? You winced and the girl frowned.

"If it makes you feel better, there were a few people who came to visit."

That didn't make you feel better. It meant they saw you like this, in the most vulnerable state you could ever be in. "Who are you?"

The girl pointed at herself like she'd never been asked that before. "Me?" You nodded. "I'm Omega." She smiled and it was a little shy and toothy. "You've been asleep for a while. I thought you weren't going to wake up for another day." You tensed and pursed your lips together. "How long?"

"A week, I think." Omega said. "But it's okay! You're recovering steadily." That wasn't the issue. Recovering steadily wasn't good enough because you were missing out on a mission you needed to complete. If Echo really was alive, then you had to save him. It was the least you could do after he put his life on the line for you so many times before.

"I have to..." You pushed your aching body up. "I have to go."

"No!" Omega forced you back down. "Even if you could walk, you can't fight."

"But I have to..." The look on Omega's face made you pause. She was so small, and in that little body of hers, she stored up a good amount of worry for you. How could you say no to that? A sigh escaped your lips and you begrudgingly relaxed onto the bed.

Omega's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'll get a your holoprojector." You raised a brow with a watchful eye as she scurried away. She rummaged through a lone cabinet in the corner of the room. Your clothes sat there, belt, holsters, blasters and all. Omega pulled out your holoprojector, closed the cabinets, and handed it to you.

"I washed your clothes too if you're wondering," she said with a small smile. "But don't think about going anywhere! You can't walk with broken legs."

A pit formed in your stomach. You can't walk with broken legs. That wouldn't be true if you had seen the blast. If you had ran faster. Maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this, a mess of bandages, casts, and bacta patches. If only you had seen it coming.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" You didn't question how Omega knew your name. Whoever she was, she had to be a someone to wear Kaminoan jewellery anyway. "What is it?" Your voice was quiet, sad almost. Omega played with a loose thread on her sleeve. "That was very brave of you." She stepped closer to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Captain Rex came by this morning. He told me that you saved him from that blast."

You shifted to meet her gaze as best as you could. The holoprojector weighed your hand down like a ten kilo weight. "I just...reacted. Nothing special to congratulate." Omega shook her head. "No, that's everything. If it were me, I don't think I'd be able to do that."

A pull in your gut told you she meant what she said. Your eyes softened. You didn't meet her gaze. Maybe that was because you couldn't. It was a hard enough fact accepting that you were injured, adding on that you were going soft didn't help your cause.

Omega took it as her signal to give you some privacy and exited the room. The doors swished shut behind her, leaving you in a much needed silence. You tapped the projector. It opened up, bathing the snow white room in soft blue hues.

"Rex." you greeted. "I apologize for my absence." His brows were knitted, eyes all sad and cloudy. He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew better. Of course you did. He was your best friend since the moment you joined the GAAR. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "I should be asking that to you. Are you alright? That fall was..." He paused and it was like he was choking back tears. "I-I'm sorry. If I had just been more careful, then you wouldn't be..."

"Rex, I'm fine."

"You can't walk." he muttered. "And you can't do much on your own. I took away your independence, this is all my fault." You knitted your brows together. His words made your heart ache, and the very thought of what he faced on his own without you didn't help. Your lips pulled into a frown deeper than Kamino's oceans. "That's not all, is it Rex?"

He clenched a fist as if it would help cease his rolling emotions. "E-Echo...if you had seen him. I'm just glad you weren't there."

"Is he alive?"

"Yes."

"Well where is he?" You had to fight the urge to sit up in anticipation. He was alive. That sweet, loving boy who taught you about protocols and manuals. As boring as it was, all those regulations embedded into your mind saved you more than you'd like to admit. He and Fives always snuck up on you whenever they came back from missions, or commed you in the middle of the night.

They both kept you up at night, but you never minded. Now one of those boys who had marched so far away had the chance of coming home.

"Where is Echo?" you inquired. Rex's eyes fell to the floor. "He's...Watt Tambor made him more machine than man. I-I can't..."

The doors swished open.

"...If only we had..." You shook your head. "Rex, there wasn't anything we could do. It was a miracle you found him in the first place."

The doors closed with a low hiss.

"Found who?"

Your eyes widened and you ripped your gaze away from the projection. A set of worn, tired eyes met yours. He looked different from the bottom up. His new armor, black and red with a familiar 99 on it. His smile, though a bit dampened, remained the same. He made his way over to you and took a seat by your bedside.

"Echo?"

"That's me."

You tried a smile, and it was all watery and shaky. "Oh, you've changed." He chuckled. "So have you. I heard about what happened. That was brave of you." No, it wasn't brave. You did it on instinct, without an ounce of hesitation. "It wasn't brave, I just..."

"Who else is crazy enough to jump in front of an explosion without katarn-class armour?"

You could name a few people. Fives, for example. "Whatever. I just--I'm glad you're alive."

He smiled and it was a little broken. "Me too."

---

Before you knew it, you were up and running again. There was no time to walk because you were needed on a mission today. It was completely solo, but thankfully, a simple retrieval mission with little to no chances of a casualty.

You settled in the cockpit, taking in the familiar scents and smells of the well oiled machinery. Mechanics wasn't your strong suit, but you never minded dabbling in it every now and then. Today, there wasn't time to brush up on your beautiful ship. You had a job to do.

The jump to hyperspace was as smooth as ever. There were no creaks, no fumbling through space, and no bursts of smoke. But that was when you heard a crash from the storage room. Last tine you checked, the door had been sealed shut while the weapons and supplies stowed away as they should be.

Had you forgotten to tie them down? A long sigh escaped your lips. "What a pain."

"So is my backside." piped a chipper voice. Your eyes widened. There was no way you heard that voice correctly. Sure, it was young. You knew a few other people with a young voice. Sure, it sounded girly. You knew a couple other female coworkers.

"Sorry I snuck onboard," the voice added. "I promise, I was going to leave, but then you left and--" You swerved the chair around to face Omega head on. She smiled sheepishly, as if it would fix all the problems in the whole galaxy. Maybe it would have if the whole galaxy were as kind as you.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn this ship around and bring you back." you stated. Omega fiddled with the hem of her sleeves like it was the most interesting thing on the ship. "You’re short on time?" You resisted the urge to say something snippy in response. The look of uncertainty on Omega’s little face made you feel just the tiniest bit worried.

Maybe that was because uncertainty could get people killed on the battlefield.

"Omega," you placed a hand to your temple, "do you understand what you've gotten yourself into?" This was bad, really bad. Sure, the mission wasn’t as dangerous as it should have been, but intel was like the weather forecast. It was never correct. Taking Omega along with you wasn’t a good idea in any universe, and like Malachor you’d let her into the crossfire.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. “I didn’t mean to sneak aboard.” She definitely meant to sneak aboard. “I just wanted to do something more than...” She let out a short sigh, as if it explained what she couldn’t put into words. “Being on Kamino all the time is so boring. I want to get out and see the galaxy with my own eyes.”

She threw her arms towards the bright blue of hyperspace. You didn’t miss the look of wonder in her eyes, bright as a sun. “There’s more to life than rain and the ocean and the same people I see every single day!”

You couldn’t argue. Omega was right. Even during your recovery, the frustration of not being on your ship doing anything but sitting settled into you every day. You hated being cooped up in one place more than anything. Poor Omega had to put up with it her whole life, it was nearly unfathomable to understand what she felt.

A sharp sigh escaped your lips. “Fine, you can come. But my only condition is that you stay on the ship.”

Omega did not stay on the ship. More than anything, she was curious. She had no clue what dirt was, what kind of plants were carnivorous and deadly, or how to steer clear of all the battle droids.

You raised your blaster and fired at the rust buckets. “This is exactly why I said you should have stayed on the ship! Can you even fire a blaster?” Omega knitted her brows together and eyes the deece at your hip. More than anything, she was curious. Beyond that? Determined.

“No,” Omega replied, “but I’ll try.” She pulled the deece from your hip and peeked over the top of your hiding spot. The long, durasteel crate was just barely holding up. If you were a Jedi, then you’d say it had to be a miracle only the Force knew about.

The deece wasn’t a perfect fit in Omega’s small hands, but it did the job. She aimed at the droids, eyes focused and hands firmly on the weapon. She fired. Once. Twice. Three times. "Did I hit anything?” You fired your blaster a couple times and glared through the smoky haze.

A collection of bolts and durasteel scraps lay in a pile and you couldn’t help but be proud. Either Omega was a natural or she was incredibly strong with luck. Whichever it was, it helped you through the mission, and before you knew it, you were back on the ship with a data stick and an unharmed Omega.

“See, nothing bad happened!” she exclaimed with a grin. You took the blaster from her hands and strapped it back to your hip. “That was luck, I tell you.” Omega rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t! You saw--I was like, pow pow, and you went and hit that guy right in the face!”

“That was because he called me a filthy bounty hunter.” you said, a small smile creeping up your lips. “I can’t say I took too kindly to his harsh words.” Omega let out a laugh and you joined her.

Tired. That was the first thing that came to mind when you thought of your mental state. Yet with Omega by your side, smiling, and carefree despite all the action, you couldn’t help but feel the electrifying sense of thrill.

“Say, Omega? If you want to come back, maybe we can figure out how to get you off that rainy excuse of a planet more often.” you said with a small smile. She beamed, throwing her arms around you with a vigorous nod. “Yes! I’d love that!”

“Me too, kid. We just have to figure out how to convince whoever looks after you.”

BONUS:

A tall kaminoan towered over you with her beady eyes. Omega sheepishly played with her sleeves as you stared down the kaminoan. Stupid long necks. Nala Se blinked. “So this is where you have been, Omega.” That soft, cold voice of hers warmed at the sight of the girl. “Haven’t I told you not to run off? I see you’ve gone somewhere far today.”

Omega frowned shamefully. “Maybe...” Nale Se motioned for her to come to her. “If you would like, you may stay with (Y/n) again--if you are out of harms way that is.” She turned to you and you froze, eyes wide. “Wait, what?”

“I am giving you permission to have Omega under your care, as long as she is out of harms way.” You glanced at Omega, who glanced at you and then Nala Se with the biggest grin on her face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Nala Se smiled. “‘Really’.”

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the-last-kenobi · 3 years

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For BTHB "Halucinations" with Obi-wan on Zigoola?

@coalmine301 you do delight my whump-loving heart. Sorry this took so long!

tw for mental breakdown, ptsd, graphic injury, self harm, and torture.

Zigoola was not a place.

At least, it was not only a place. Not anymore.

The power of the Force, honed and used and washed over a place over time, eventually causes great change.

The Jedi Temple was not merely a building, after all, but a beacon of peace and light for all who could feel it. Its bones ran deep with power, layers upon layers of light.

It was the way of the Light to be fortitude, to be patience, to be serenity, forgiveness, humility.

It was the way of the Dark to be recklessness, to be rage, to be thrill, to be destruction, consumption, emotion.

And Zigoola was Dark.

Dark indeed.

And when Obi-Wan Kenobi left that hellish planet, secure in the worried arms of Bail Organa and Padmé Amidala...

Zigoola followed him home.

: : : : :

Anakin and Ahsoka returned from their most recent campaign flushed with triumph and eager to share the bragging stories all the men did, with bravado and cheer to help cover for the losses met and the sacrifices made.

They returned when most of Obi-Wan’s external injuries had been washed away by bacta.

“Hey, Master,” Anakin greeted him, stretching luxuriously as he swaggered into their quarters. He always called him Master when he was worried about him. “Heard you got roughed up on a mission. What happened?”

His eyes were overly keen. He had seen that Obi-Wan is (is?) fine, and now he wanted to know why secrets were being kept.

How dare they send his Master alone on some secret mission?

How dare they allow him to be harmed because Anakin wasn’t there beside him?

“We met with some turbulence,” Obi-Wan said calmly, carefully turning in his chair in a way that showed Anakin his face while casting the still-pink burn on one side hidden by shadow, in a way that didn’t put pressure on his bad leg. (Worse leg.) “I’m all right. Bacta still smells as unpleasant as I recall.”

Anakin chuckled. He came to sit on a nearby chair, kicking his booted feet in the air.

“Anakin,” sighed Obi-Wan. He shifted again. Just a little. Just to keep his face out of direct light. “Please, sit properly?”

“This is properly,” his former apprentice teased. He flipped around so that his feet were off the back of the chair and his head was on the floor. “A chair is for getting off your feet and being comfy. I’m off my feet. I’m comfy. So this is totally proper.”

Obi-Wan muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “graceless ass.”

Anakin launched a cup coaster at him with the Force.

: : : : :

Obi-Wan woke suddenly in the dead of night.

It was pitch black in his room, but he could sense Anakin leaning over him as clearly as if he could see him.

“‘N’kin?” he mumbled.

Anakin shifted closer to the bed. “Yeah. Obi-Wan... what’s going on?”

“What?”

“You were screaming,” his friend said slowly. “In your sleep.”

Obi-Wan flushed, grateful that the darkness hid his face from view. “Oh. I’m sorry. You know how disturbed the Force is these days, especially here on Coruscant. I must have...”

“No,” Anakin cut across him. “It wasn’t like that. What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s nothing, Anakin.”

“It’s not nothing.”

Obi-Wan sighed and shifted in his bed, tugging the sheets up higher, shielding himself from the chill of the room. “It is, Anakin. I’m sorry I disturbed you, but—”

“It’s not nothing,” said Anakin in a low voice. “If it was nothing you wouldn’t have lived. Why did you live?”

Obi-Wan’s heart stopped. “What?”

“Why did you live?” demanded Anakin’s voice. The dark presence beside him seemed to suddenly swell, filling the entire room, sucking out all the air. “Why didn’t you die, Jedi?”

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan said hoarsely, starting to sit upright.

Two hands caught him forcefully and shoved him back down, pinning him on his back. The bedsheets suddenly felt suffocating; his limbs were tangled in them hopelessly as he began to kick and struggle.

No matter how hard he thrashed, the hands held him firmly.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth - to question, to beg, to scream - something - but more hands came out of the blackness and closed around his throat, cutting off his voice before he could do more than let out choked cry.

The darkness remained, but somehow, Anakin’s snarling face came into view, illuminated in red as if by fire.

“You should have died on Zigoola,” he sneered. “Die, Jedi.”

And he snapped Obi-Wan’s neck.

: : : : :

Anakin meandered up the hallway, chasing a feeling.

It happened sometimes. The Force just prodded and poked with no clarity whatsoever.

He spotted a familiar figure at the end of the hallway, standing next to a large window overlooking the western horizon of Coruscant. Anakin knew long before he got close that it was Obi-Wan.

“Hey.”

The man didn’t move.

“Obi-Wan, Ahsoka wants to grab lunch at Dex’s before she sets out for her solo. You coming?”

He had his robe on, but it was wrapped tightly around him, and the hood was raised.

Anakin frowned and stepped closer. “Hey. Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pulled his cloak even tighter around him. His head turned slightly. “Go ahead and say what you want to say,” his former Master muttered. “I won’t talk to you.”

Anakin looked as if he’d been slapped; the hand he had raised to touch the older man’s shoulder fell back to his side. “Fine,” he said curtly. “Whatever makes you happy I guess.”

He turned on his heel and stalked off, brimming with hurt and anger.

He was long gone before the Jedi by the window turned his head slowly to look where he had gone, a look of confusion on his face. “...Anakin?”

: : : : :

Night fell again.

Obi-Wan climbed slowly into bed, shaking like a leaf in a tempest. It took five tries - five - just to hoist himself onto his mattress and lay flat, his hands and feet trembling so badly that even his vision was vibrating.

His head began to pound.

Die, Jedi.

Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die-Jedi-Die-Jedi-Die-Jedi

DIE JEDI DIE—

Bail’s hands covering his. A flash of red. A flash of blue.

Obi-Wan clamped a palm over his mouth to contain the shriek of agony that exploded out of him.

His head - his leg—

Die Jedi

Bail was screaming—

Qui-Gon was reaching for him, then toppling backwards with a beam of red through his chest, his face frozen in a look of shock—

Die Jedi

Obi-Wan slammed his head against the headboard, screaming again into his hand.

“Obi-Wan!”

Anakin was standing over him again, and Obi-Wan curled away from him, clutching his wounded leg with one hand and covering his mouth with the other.

Anakin towered over him, tall, washed in the light streaming from the common area of their quarters—

Wait.

Anakin dropped to his knees, his expression almost frightened. “Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, snap out of it!”

The older Jedi shuddered where he lay, digging his fingernails into his leg for a purchase on reality.

“Master,” Anakin begged. “Please talk to me!”

Obi-Wan reached further down his leg and shoved his fingertips into the open wound made by his own saber - but - but his fingers dug only into shallow scarring and the dull throbbing of still-healing tissue.

Zigoola.

Bail.

That injury.

It had all been... weeks ago. Weeks and weeks.

His former student knelt next to him, one hand clinging to the bedclothes, clearly wanting to comfort his Master but wary of frightening him further.

“...Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered around his hand. His voice was small and cracked, a child’s voice after a night terror. “A-Anakin?”

The younger man exhaled shakily, nodding. “Yeah. Yeah. It’s me, Master. Listen. Obi-Wan, you have to let go of your leg... and your face... you’re hurting yourself, all right? Just let go.”

Obi-Wan stared at him.

Anakin stared back, half-stern, half-begging.

After a moment, Obi-Wan obeyed.

He released his leg gingerly, and felt only the residual pain of his slow-healing stab wound and the sharp imprints of his own fingernails.

Then he removed his hand from over his mouth.

His howl of anguish when a red blade pierced Anakin from behind tore through the room, and died into terrified dry sobbing when Anakin fell dead to the floor, his young face painted with shock.

: : : : :

“Master Kenobi!”

Obi-Wan ignored it.

Whoever it was would get his attention more forcefully, real or otherwise. He had no choice but to accept it, but delaying, delaying he could do.

“Master Kenobi! Obi-Wan Kenobi, have you lost your hearing?”

A middle-aged Twi’lek with bold blue skin shouldered her way in front of him; her expression was fierce, but her eyes and the hand she pressed against his chest to stop him were exceedingly gentle. “Obi-Wan?” she repeated.

“Master Che,” he answered dully. “Can I help you?”

“I was about to ask you the same,” she returned, eyes narrowing with concern as she took in his wan visage. “Obi-Wan, your health is deteriorating. An apprentice Healer could tell that at a glance. Why didn’t you come to the Halls?”

“There’s no point,” he said. “It’s just lack of sleep. I’ll pull through.”

Her lekku twitched. “Lack of sleep, hm? That doesn’t explain the rapid weight loss, the new damage on your arms, or your eroding mental shielding...”

“I am fine, Vokara,” the youngest Councilor said sharply. “I won’t be forced into the Halls against my will. If something is really wrong, by all means, feel free to scrape me off the pavement.”

He walked away with his hands folded in his sleeves. His head was bowed.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” the Healer murmured, and picked up her comm unit. “Skywalker. We need to have a conversation. Your Master’s last mission is classified on a need-to-know basis. And you need to know.”

: : : : :

Anakin entered their shared rooms cautiously this time.

The lights were off, save a few small illuminators scattered around the room, radiating soft warm light like candles. Obi-Wan’s robe was draped over the back of the chair, and his boots were set neatly on a mat against the wall, a contrast to Anakin’s, which could usually be found in odd places like on a chair or next to the refrigerator unit.

His former Master’s door was closed.

Hardly daring to breathe, Anakin gently pushed it open.

He blinked, letting his eyes adjust to the deep darkness, and felt his breath hitch.

The bed was empty.

The sheets were tangled and strewn halfway across the floor, as if the occupant had been dragged away or had left in a panic.

Anakin sprang forward, his heart in his throat, as he noticed two things.

A black scorch mark in the floor, where a saber had struck it.

And Obi-Wan’s lightsaber lying discarded in the corner.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin yelled. “No... no—Obi-Wan!”

: : : : :

Obi-Wan ran.

His vision was flickering like an old holo, flashes of different things all layered together - was he running over damp grass with Qui-Gon - or the polished floors of the Jedi Temple - or the cracked stone of a Sith Temple with Bail - or a strange fiery planet with bursts of lava and Anakin just out of reach - or —

He didn’t know.

He kept running, constantly changing direction as he registered obstacles and turns at the last second.

There was a tree in front of him. He veered left and smacked into a stone wall carved with Sith Runes.

The graven words burned red and fire lanced out at him, biting into his clothing and taking hold, setting him aflame.

Obi-Wan gasped. He stumbled backwards, trying desperately to peel the burning clothing off of him, hearing maniacal laughter echoing from the black corridors all around him, hearing the screams of the dying, the dead.

Someone grabbed him by the arm and he wheeled around, the fire vanishing inexplicably as Cody, wearing bloodstained armor but without his helmet, stumbled into his arms, gasping for air.

Before Obi-Wan could speak, Cody spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees. His hands dragged the Jedi down with him. But when they hit the floor, it was only Obi-Wan, on his hands and knees in some corridor of the Temple, shuddering and crying.

Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die Jedi Die

Die Jedi

DIE JEDI

Die

Jedi Die Jedi

Die

DIE JEDI DIE

Die

die

The voices in his head rose and coalesced.

Now the voices of the Sith and the voices of his past and the voices of the future and the voices of the dead were all in agreement—

DIE, JEDI

Obi-Wan reached out desperately for the Light.

There was only Darkness.

Die, Jedi, Die, Jedi

Qui-Gon, running ahead of him chasing a Sith across catwalks. Obi-Wan, desperately racing after him.

Qui-Gon turning at the last second, his verdant lightsaber running Obi-Wan through. The man smiled. Relieved. Pleased. “Die,” he said.

Anakin, ten years old, tentatively asking to spend the night in the same sleeping mat on a mission. Obi-Wan, gently pulling his apprentice into his arms. Waking up hours later with small hands wrapped around his throat and cutting off his air. The innocent face grinned. “Die.”

Ahsoka, dangling out the side of a crashing Y-wing, crying out in pain as her injured shoulder strained. Obi-Wan, diving to catch her hand before she could fall, lifting her back into the ship. Hugging her. And then she kicked him, hard, sending him flying out the door and to his death. She smiled after him. “Die.”

Where was the light?

Where?

...There.

A faint blur of light. A glow.

The feel of fresh air, defying the horrifying visions.

Obi-Wan fixed his eyes on the light, and jumped.

“...NO!”

Someone stopped him. Caught him violently around the waist and dragged him back, pulling him back into the shadows.

Obi-Wan wept, utterly spent.

“Obi-Wan!” a voice raged at him. “What were you doing? What were you even doing?!”

The Jedi only continued to weep silently, letting the strong arms haul him further away. He felt himself lowered to the ground, felt arms come around him in an embrace that felt restrictive.

“Talk to me! Dammit, Master, I need you to focus. Please! Come on, open your eyes properly. Look at me. Look at me.”

The voice became gentler as it went on. Warm and soothing, like the small fires they pitched in encampments, when it was safe to do things like that.

A gentle Force presence brushed against his mind.

It blew through the claws and thorns of Darkness like a hot wind - painful at first, and then calming.

Comforting.

Bright.

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and found himself collapsed in Anakin’s arms, his friend looking down at him with a face twisted with fear and concern. They shifted a little into relief when he met Anakin’s blue eyes.

“...A-Ana...An’kin?” Obi-Wan asked, hardly daring to hope.

Anakin nodded fiercely. “Yeah. It’s me. Listen — we’re going to talk about this later. We’re going to fix this. I’m not going to leave you alone for a second, you hear me? We’ll stick together until this is over. But for now...”

He swallowed hard and looked up at the open balcony mere yards away, glowing innocently in the light of a Coruscant night, the only source of light in the long dark hallway.

“Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

Obi-Wan exhaled softly. “...All right.”

And then his eyes fluttered closed again, his head tilting to one side to rest against his Padawan’s shoulder. Anakin jolted slightly in alarm, but when he checked, he realized that his old Master was merely sleeping.

A proper sleep.

For the first time in Force knew how long.

Anakin sighed and stood up, carrying Obi-Wan in his arms. He was heavy, but still too light and too thin for Anakin’s liking.

The report from Master Che... Anakin bit the inside of his cheek hard to contain a curse, remembering the extensive list of injuries and repercussions the Healer had given him with her eyes full of uncharacteristic worry.

But it would be all right.

They’d handle it together.

They always had.

Always would.

Anakin paused at the end of the corridor and looked back. He held Obi-Wan a little tighter— remembering the moment he had come tearing up this same hall not five minutes before, just in time to see him - the man he had followed for twelve years, humorous and serene and kind and steady, his mentor, his best friend, almost his father, even closer to being a brother...

See him sobbing, stumbling blindly, preparing to leap over the edge of the balcony to his death.

Tormented and lured by the Dark Side.

Anakin forced himself to turn away once more and move his feet back home, holding the sleeping Obi-Wan with all his strength.

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#bad things happen bingo #I write to make you upset #that’s it #that’s why #okay that’s an exaggeration but still #star wars #star wars fic #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #hurt comfort #this time with some actual comfort #zigoola #bail organa #long post

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thelordofdarkreunion · 3 years

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Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do- Part II

Based on “Skippy’s List,” I have continued “A List of Things the Scoundrels are No Longer Allowed to Do.” I hope you enjoy it. The original can be found here:

https://thelordofdarkreunion.tumblr.com/post/637424500291600384/a-list-of-things-the-scoundrels-are-no-longer

The group known as the Magnificent Scoundrels has gotten a bit out of hand. This list was compiled by Admiral Hackett of the Systems Alliance, Admiral Kelly of the GA, Fleet Admiral Hood of the UNSC, Inquisitor Vail of the Holy Inquisition, Commander Briggs of the Frontier Militia, Princess Leia of the New Republic, and Director Fury of SHIELD in order to curb the Scoundrels’ more dangerous or inappropriate behaviors. These rules apply to all Scoundrels and their teams/crews.

207. Expended ammunition is not a business expense.

208. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to call requesions officers or quartermasters “sugar daddy.”

209. There is no “anti-Shepard conspiracy” within the Scoundrels’ fleet. That’s the Citadel Council’s thing.

210. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to adopt dogs to “sic on the brass.”

211. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to pay Revenant to kill people they don’t like.

212. None of the Scoundrels are The Chosen One. That was Anakin Skywalker.

213. It is wrong to fire warning shots at drivers who do not recognize your right of way.

214. Reading is not “for officers only.”

215. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to ask anyone who outranks them if they’ve been smoking crack.

216. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn their starship command rooms into throne rooms. Especially with tacky carpets.

217. We are not making clones out of any of you. You are all hard enough to deal with as is.

218. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal any massive, mobile space stations or star fortresses, which include but are not limited to:

- The Rock

-The Phalanx

-The Citadel

-High Charity

-Cloud City

219. Thomas Drake is not allowed to crash economies “because it’s fun.”

220. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to assign nicknames to anyone.

221. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make chain guns that fire miniature nukes

222. The weapons specialists of the Apocalypse are no longer allowed to collaborate with the engineers of the Normandy or Enterprise, and Quill is to give up the nuke chain gun.

[I will not! How can you stop me? I have a chain gun that fires nukes!]

223. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to wake up superior officers with cymbals

224. Napalm Sticks to Kids is not a motivational song.

225. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to quote bastardized versions of Dr. Seuss rhymes on military operations.

226. Command decisions do not need to be ratified by a ⅔ majority.

227. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to line their helmets with tin foil to “block out the space mind control lasers.”

228. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start any SITREP (Situation Report) with “I recently had an experience I just had to write you about…”

229. Do not attempt to take the gas masks off of Death Korps troopers.

230. Rodents are not entitled to burial with full military honors, even if they are “casualties of war.”

231. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mock command decisions in front of the press.

232. You should not speculate on the penis size of anyone who outranks you. Especially if they’re in earshot.

233. You cannot arrest children for being rude.

234. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create new, made-up government forms, then insist they be filled out.

235. No one is allowed to perform “lap dances” in uniform.

236. Past lives have absolutely no effect on the chain of command.

237. Cain is technically allowed to kill any of you if he finds reason to, so stop pissing him off.

238. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to defect to other military service branches during training missions.

239. Your race is not “other” on official documents.

240. There is no Scoundrels ethics committee. And if there was, Thomas Drake would not be chairman.

241. Chainsaws are not the answer to every question. Nor is “more chainsaws.” Or “chainsaw cannons.” Except for that one time, and yes, it was awesome.

242. Stop posting classified information on social media.

243. Adam Vir is no longer allowed to play “Hippocratic Oath chicken” with Dr. Kril.

244. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to cook nerve gas in the sink.

245. There is no “annoy” setting on a phaser.

246. A wet towel is not an improvised weapon. Unless you’re Master Chief. There’s a reason the Covenant calls him “The Demon.”

247. I know you all have passes, but if the gun can’t fit through the x-ray machine, it doesn’t go on the plane.

248. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download Internet Explorer into the Geth hivemind or the Martian noosphere.

249. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to demand payment in liquor, backrubs, or bubble wrap.

250. Any Exterminatus-grade weapon is not “my little friend.”

251. Airlocks do not double as waste disposals.

252. No member of the Scoundrels or their crews are a pagan god or goddess of fertility.

253. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to learn profanities in any language that can bend reality.

254. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to steal their own souls.

255. There is not a Space Marine Chapter whose heraldry is a smiley face.

256. The following weapons are no longer allowed as dueling choices: steamrollers, nerve gas, land mines, or heavy artillery.

257. Shepard is no longer allowed to drive or pilot anything.

258. Han Solo is no longer allowed to attempt any piloting maneuver in which the original inventor was killed doing.

259. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play The Only Thing They Fear is You every time a super soldier enters the battlefield.

260. In formal introductions to nobility, you are not allowed to introduce your companions as “the other guys.”

261. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to monologue.

262. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to do anything that would make a Sith Lord cry.

263. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to get telepaths to hurry up the speeches of long winded politicians.

264. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hand over annoying reporters to any organization that could be considered a theocracy.

265. If a black op requires you to impersonate an employee, you are not allowed to bill the target for overtime.

266. By definition, chaplains cannot be atheist.

267. The proper response to the question “Why?” is not “Why not?”

268. It is assumed that a properly trained Titan Pilot knows what at least one of the buttons in the Titan’s cockpit does, and it is wrong for Cooper to pretend otherwise.

269. At the end of a high profile assassination mission, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play disco music on the target’s phone.

270. The Scoundrels cannot hear the soundtrack.

271. Thermonuclear hand grenades do not exist, and the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to try and make them.

272. I assure all of the Scoundrels with absolute certainty that Ralph is not a traditional Japanese name.

273. None of the Scoundrels are from Margaritaville.

274. Hawaiian shirts are not part of any of our governments’ formal uniforms.

275. Master Chief is not allowed to record Gravemind ASMR.

276. The Scoundrels are not allowed to write tell-all books about anything.

277. “Legends never die!” is not a valid excuse.

278. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to think of new, creative, or fun uses for cursed artifacts.

279. Check the door means listen to see if there’s any activity on the other side, not put multiple rounds through it.

280. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give wasabi to unsuspecting aliens.

281. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to do anything they saw Jackie Chan do.

282. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to implement any battle plan that includes the words “and hope they miss a lot.”

283. There is an upper limit to the number of people a bullet can go through.

284. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to unionize the Unggoy.

285. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to hack forge world PA systems so they only play Allentown.

286. Sarcasm is wasted on Imperial Stormtroopers.

287. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to upload porn to the HUDs of their commanding officers.

288. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to download porn from the HUDs of their commanding officers.

289. No matter how tough the battle, the Scoundrels are to keep the congratulatory ass-slapping to a minimum.

290. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to invade Germany on August 31, 1939 and thus secure Belgian dominion over Europe.

291. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to Tokyo drift tanks

292. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to “catch air” in military vehicles.

293. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to send anything to the past, future, or alternate dimensions.

294. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to mount speakers on tanks to play Ghost Division as they drive into battle.

295. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to post memetic hazards on the internet.

296. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to bind eldritch dieties to their will and make them mow the lawn.

297. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to load weapons with all tracer rounds

298. If your personal weapon can be read with a Geiger counter, you aren’t allowed to have it.

299. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to turn Khornite daemon worlds into self supporting blood banks.

300. “Pimp my Death Star” is not a real show, and we are not bringing Grand Moff Tarkin back from the dead to host it.

301. Prussian Glory March is not a disco song.

302. We know that Shepard was brought back from the dead by Cerberus, but no matter how high profile or how close a friend, the Scoundrels are not allowed to ask Cerberus, the Adeptus Mechanicus, or, god forbid, Fabius Bile to bring anyone or anything back from the dead.

303. Any weapon that can be set to “flay” is strictly forbidden.

304. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sing the Oompa Loompa song every time someone annoying dies.

305. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to store squeeze tubes of explosive putty in medicine cabinets.

306. On most planets, shoulder holsters are frowned upon as casual attire.

307. Zero body count does not mean just the ones they can find.

308. Walmart is not a one stop shopping place for hunting demons.

309. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to play football/soccer with AT-ST or Sentinel walkers.

310. None of you are currently parents, but if you ever become one, Trazyn the Infinite is not to be named your child’s godfather.

311. You know what, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to name any of the following as godparents of any potential children:

-The God-Emperor of Mankind

- Emperor Palpatine

- Councilor Sparatus

- Leman Russ [Bjorn said it was OK so fuck you.]

- Kahless the Unforgettable

- Kuben Blisk

- Kharn the Betrayer

312. Searching a building means entering it, not leveling it with artillery and digging through the rubble.

313. FedEx does not deliver to Tatooine.

314. None of the Scoundrels are allowed to single-handedly make Starfleet Academy the number one party school in the universe.

315. Covering fire does not include nuclear weapons.

316. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to challenge anyone to a dance-off to the death.

317. Kirk, rifts in the time-space continuum are not for your personal amusement.

318. Blowing up the top twenty floors of a building is not a “diversion.”

319. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to convince Sith Lords to use Force lighting on their welding projects.

320. Canadian is not a real language, and you can’t set your translators to it.

321. There is no such thing as a were-saxophonist.

322. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to tell new personnel that starship windows can be rolled down.

323. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to start wars between major weapons corporations, especially “because I’m bored.”

324. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to clear enemy underground bunker complexes just using Bangalore torpedoes.

325. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to order a lance of Imperial Knights to perform synchronized dance numbers.

326. The Scoundrels are to leave out human mating rituals when presenting cultural exchanges to alien ambassadors.

327. When raiding enemy corporations or terrorist organizations, the Scoundrels are no longer allowed to look at the target’s HR files to see if they have better benefits.

328. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use time machines to collect autographs.

329. Any buttocks belonging to the Scoundrels or any of their crews are permanently forbidden from making contact with any copy machine.

330. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go FTL to avoid red lights.

331. “Just throw them out the airlock” is not a backup first contact protocol.

332. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use the Enterprise’s transporters to fill enemy starships with jello.

333. None of the Scoundrels are the patron saints of large explosions.

334. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to make, accept, or take rake-offs on bets concerning X-class end-of-the-universe scenarios.

335. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to go on PA systems and announce they just won The Game. Goddammit.

336. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to trick Captain Marvel and Cato Sicarius any superheroes or super soldiers they deem “annoying” into fighting each other.

337. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to sell tickets to or organize cage matches between prominent super soldiers.

338. Lockpicking and door breaching are two entirely different things.

339. Performing obscene acts while in the cockpit of or piloting large combat mechs is strictly prohibited.

340. Freeing slaves out of justice is good. Out of spite, not so much.

341. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to compose offensive emails during stealth operations on the target CEO’s email and subsequently CC the entire company.

342. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to recreate the Charge of the Light Brigade with the Death Riders of Krieg.

343. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use telepaths to get out of speeding tickets.

344. The state-controlled news service of the Imperium of Man most definitely does not have a liberal bias.

345. Likewise, the state-controlled news service of the United Federation of Planets does not have a conservative bias.

346. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to kidnap Ewoks or Volus and put them in hamster wheels.

347. Adam Vir is to, by order of Supreme Grand Master Azrael of the Dark Angels, return the Watchers in the Dark he took from The Rock as pets.

348. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to spend the entirety of their bonus pay on lottery tickets.

349. The very concept of a Hutt lap dancer will earn a surprise visit from the Deathwatch.

350. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to use grenade launchers to play bocce ball.

351. If you are unsure of which side of the road you are supposed to drive on, the middle of the road is not a healthy compromise.

352. No matter how cool it would be, the Scoundrels are not allowed to use any time machine to loan General Eisenhower a squadron of X-wings for D-Day.

353. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to program medical droids for “aggressive dentistry.”

354. The Scoundrels are to stop trying to get a reality TV show based on themselves.

355. Garrus Valkarian is not “on loan” to the Vindicare Temple to improve either his or their sniping skills.

356. Pointing out a massive plothole in any bad guy’s plan will not stop them from attacking you.

357. Preliminary nuclear bombardment is not automatically Plan A.

358. Maverick and Tope are not tax exempt for being chaplains.

359. Thomas Drake is to stop teaching classes to the rest of the Scoundrels on tax evasion.

360. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to refit tanks with jump jets.

361. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to create their own currencies.

362. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to attempt to set Jawas on fire with a massive magnifying glass.

363. The Stanley Cup does not have the same power as the Holy Grail. Not even on Canadians.

364. The Scoundrels are not allowed to steal the Stanley Cup.

365. The Eldar really hate it when you greet them with “Live long and prosper.”

366. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to give pre-teen children their phone numbers, especially when they are on black ops.

367. You cannot partake in the sport of fencing with a broadsword.

368. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to switch nationalities or service branches for tax purposes.

369. None of the Scoundrels are “He who must not be named only in passing.”

370. The Scoundrels are no longer allowed to shoot at natural disasters.

Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed it, and if you would like to add to the list, feel free!

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dameronology · 4 years

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mornings {s.w preferences}

it’s ironic that i’m writing this bc i’ve been going to bed at 8am and waking up at 6pm so i haven’t seen an actual morning for the better part of two months but we can imagine :D

enjoy,

- jazz

anakin skywalker

is not exactly a morning person but he knows he has a job to do so he’s pretty good at getting up on time and not lulling about

however, he is very easily swayed and all you have to do is ask for five more minutes, ani and you bet your ass he’s gonna stay

he’s very soft in the mornings; he loves to hold you and talk to you and it’ll put him in a good mood for the rest of the day

anakin also makes you breakfast every morning since he’s usually the first up, so bonus points for that

but he also definitely takes exceptionally long showers which means he uses all the hot water

obi-wan kenobi

i lowkey already covered this in the domestic headcanons but yall can never have enough obi-wan

he’s always up early, even if he doesn’t have a reason to be

with that said, if he does sleep in and you wake up before him, good luck getting up because he’s got his arms around you and is not letting go come hell or high water

if he comes home late and finds you asleep on the sofa, he’ll always move you to the bed so no matter what, you’ll always wake up beside him

if he has to leave for a meeting before you’re awake, he’ll leave you food and probably a cute note

also spends a lot of time on his hair in the morning (but you’re sworn to secrecy on this)

he often suggests showering together in the morning ‘to save water’ but you suspect he might have an ulterior motive

han solo

quite possibly the worst person you will ever meet in the morning. he’s the anti-morning person

you know forever 21 has those t-shirts that say don’t talk to me before coffee? that’s han, but it’s not a quirky thing. it’s like a...legit thing.

he loves when you lay in with him; it’s probably the softest you’ll ever see him. he likes to hold you and play with your hair and press soft kisses to your temple

in fact, you’re the only person he wants to see in the morning because he doesn’t have the patience to deal with anybody else

he’s not really a breakfast person but if he has the time, he’ll try to be sweet and make you something, even if he’s an awful cook

leia organa

leia actually really enjoys mornings; she loves waking you up with little kisses all over your face and then laying with you for a while whilst you talk

she’ll usually go to the mess hall and bring you back some food as well

even if she has to be up and out super early for a meeting or a mission, she still makes a point to have at least a moment with you

if leia has a day off, she’s definitely down to have a lie-in and spend the whole morning in bed, just lazing about and cuddling and talking

luke skywalker

having worked on a farm for most of his life, luke was sort of forced to become a morning person from a young age

that means he’s always up before you and, having decided that he wants attention, he usually wakes you up by tickling you or poking you in the ribs

then, once he’s seen you smile, he’ll pull you into his arms and you’ll lay like that for a little while; you might chat a bit, or just enjoy each other’s presence

and, luke being luke, he won’t let you go about your day until he knows you’ve eaten (sometimes he looks after you more than he looks after himself)

poe dameron

poe is literally the softest person ever in the morning.

no matter how far away from him you were when you went to bed, you’ll probably wake up with him literally on top of you

and convincing him to let go of you and get up is a mammoth task. his bed is his favourite place and you are his favourite person and when the two are combined, he’s putting up a fight

he has your caff machine on a timer, so it’s always ready and waiting when you wake up (he also has a concerning amount of sugar packets in his, but each to their own)

his morning voice is always a little rough and hoarse and it’s adorable (+ his messy bed hair??)

finn

when he was a stormtrooper, finn was literally programmed to be up at the crack of dawn, so even getting to sleep in until 7am or 8am is a luxury for him and mornings after he’s left the first order quickly become his favourite thing

it’s just you and him and nobody else and it’s so peaceful

he usually wakes up first, and he doesn’t mean to stare at you but sometime he just finds himself admiring you and how beautiful you are

if you guys have a day off, you’ll have breakfast in bed and a shit ton of cuddles

and even though most of his clothes are identical, finn spends about half an hour each morning deciding what to wear

rey

rey isn’t used to waking up with someone beside her, so for the first week weeks there’s a few incidents that involve her accidentally kicking you out of bed

but once she’s used to having you there, she loves to hold onto you and you’ll usually wake up with her head on your chest

her favourite thing is when you wake her up by playing with your hair

and there’s a lot of lulling around and begging her to stay in bed for a few minutes, but then she’ll drag you into the shower and down to the mess hall for breakfast

if rey has to leave before you, she’ll do little things like laying out your clothes or leaving you a plate of food

you also sometimes wake up and find that she’s tried to braid your hair or put it into some kind of new style whilst she’s waiting for you to wake up

#anakin skywalker x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #leia organa x reader #han solo x reader #luke skywalker x reader #rey x reader #finn x reader #poe dameron x reader #star wars fanfic #star wars imagines #star wars fluff #star wars x reader #star wars headcanons #star wars preferences

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glimmerglanger · 4 years

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So I’ve been plagued by this since I read mirror AU. For your spice week, how would you feel about obikin sex with an audience? Can be purely for pleasure or a ritual thing or an accident, but like, thinking of Anakin staking a claim in front of Cody in agaptfaa may have awoken something in me? Ditto prime Anakin and mirror Anakin with either Obi-Wan. I know Obes would think it riduculous/primitive but maybe find it hot anyway?

Anonymous said:

hmm this isn’t particularly spicy on its own but it can be added to a spicy september fic? like ur prompts are the ice cream and this ask is the extra toppings haha. but like obi wan’s pale skin being marked up with finger shaped bruises and hickeys and his own flush? bonus points if he’s ‘pleasantly sore’ 🥺

Mmmmm, I like these ideas very, very much! I went with ritual sex with an audience because I’m legitimately so, so weak for that. Marking ended up fitting in very well with this particular plot bunny. Hey, if we’re staking a claim…. No reason for half measures. Established relationship set during the Clone Wars (close to the end, with Anakin’s mental state being frayed).

This is NOT SAFE FOR WIZARDS. No real warnings beyond that. We’ve wrapped up Spicy September Week with this fic! I hope you all enjoyed it! Thanks for all the wonderful prompts! I’ll be posting all the fics over on ao3 to make sure they don’t get lost etc. Hope everyone has a great rest of the week, time for me to get back to prepping for Whumptober!

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They landed on Tuls on a clear, cool morning, with frost across the ground. Technically, Anakin wasn’t even supposed to be on the mission, but he’d been working with the 212th when Obi-Wan’s orders came through and…

Well. They’d had enough things go wrong for Jedi sent on solo missions from the Senate. He’d decided he ought to tag along, and Obi-Wan hadn’t protested. They’d even had some time to sleep, on the flight to Tuls. Anakin had hoped they might have time for a bit more than sleep, but Obi-Wan had still been recovering from...whatever the kriff had happened to him over Raydonia.

Anakin took one look at the fading bruises all down his ribs, and lost the urge to press the issue. It was more than enough to hold Obi-Wan close while they slept, to pour healing energy down into his skin, hoping to ease as much of the damage as he could.

By the time they arrived on Tuls, most of the marks had faded away. Obi-Wan had stretched that morning, when he woke, and looked down at his side with a surprise written all over his expression. “Feeling better?” Anakin had asked, dropping a kiss against his ribs, and Obi-Wan had smiled at him, looking soft and still mussed from sleep.

But that had been earlier, when it was just them. Obi-Wan looked nothing but professional as they set foot on Tuls soil, met by an entire delegation of tired, stooped humanoids, who looked at them and said, “Thank goodness you have finally arrived, Jedi. There is no longer much time.”

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, after the Tuls delegation had hurried them along, out of the cold and into a finally appointed meeting chamber. There was a fire crackling in a large hearth along one wall, which was a relief. There was a bitter chill in the air, which seemed odd. Anakin was almost sure Obi-Wan had said that it was supposed to be late spring on the planet. “I was not informed we were on a time-table, but you mentioned--”

“We are very late to bring the spring,” an older man said, rising heavily from a chair by the fire. He was solidly built - Anakin guessed he’d probably been all muscle, once. Time had added a healthy girth around his waist. He wore a crown of dark stone cut through with pale lines.

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin, and Anakin shrugged. Obi-Wan looked back at the man and said, “And you… require our help, to bring the spring?”

The man nodded. He said, “Forgive my manners. I am King Urtus. And, yes. We need your help, specifically, Master Jedi.” Anakin could feel the relief radiating off of all of these people, even as their leader spoke.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan said, shifting around, loosening his shoulders in a little movement that Anakin wasn’t sure anyone else would identify as the first step towards a fight. “May I ask why? I’ve not heard of such assistance being required before.”

Urtus grimaced, looked to the side, and spat into the fire. “We did not need outside assistance. Not before the Separatist attacked us. The Keeper of Seasons was killed in the attack. Her apprentice…” He gestured to a boy standing to one side; the kid looked to be in his early teens. “Is not yet of age to bring the spring.”

“I think…” Obi-Wan said, as a creeping feeling ran down Anakin’s back, “that you ought to tell us, exactly, how one brings the spring, here on Tuls.”

“Are you serious?” Anakin said, after Urtus finished explaining exactly what it was they wanted Obi-Wan to do. He felt a prickle across his shoulders as everyone in the room turned to look at him, including Obi-Wan, who raised an eyebrow for good measure.

“We are quite serious,” Urtus said, as though he had not just suggested that - that Obi-Wan come down to some - some kind of ritual chamber and take off all his clothes and--

“Getting kr -- engaging in intercourse doesn’t make the seasons change,” Anakin said, feeling his cheeks getting far too warm. He, abruptly, didn’t like the way any of the people in the room were looking at Obi-Wan.

Urtus shrugged. “It ever has on Tuls,” he said.

Anakin looked at Obi-Wan, hoping for support on how mad the entire suggestion was. He got a shrug, instead, and a thoughtful look, as Obi-Wan said, “I can feel the Force flowing through the core of this world. It is possible the seasons have become tied to… rituals, of a sort. And carnal relations are often tied to the advent of spring.”

Sometimes Anakin wanted to shake him. Not everything had to be a science project.

Urtus cleared his throat, before Anakin could point out that now was not the time to get curious about the ecosystem of some new world. “Please,” Urtus said. “It should be nearly summer now. We beg for your assistance with this matter.”

“Why does this have to be Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, shifting to put himself between them and Obi-Wan, just in case they got grabby.

“We can feel his connection to the Force,” Urtus said, straightening and meeting Anakin’s gaze for the first time. “The planet responds to him, already.” Anakin figured he’d have to take Urtus’ word for that.

And Anakin knew damn well there was no way Obi-Wan was actually going to decline. He’d be full of concern about the fate of the planet and the safety of these people and if it meant him getting fucked on an altar to set things to rights, then so be it. So, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Obi-Wan said, “Of course, I will assist in any way I can.”

Urtus sagged with relief. Anakin felt the emotion vibrating through the rest of the crowd, and fine, he supposed they could make this work. He could help and they’d just get this over with, and-- Urtus said, “We will prepare you and arrange the melee immediately, then.”

The back of Anakin’s neck prickled, even as Obi-Wan asked, “Melee?”

Urtus nodded. “Indeed. To determine who shall have the right to assist you. So you may remove winter’s veil and bring the spring.”

Anakin tightened his grip on Obi-Wan’s arm; he felt Obi-Wan’s emotions shift, some hint of worry entering his feelings for the first time. None of it came through in Obi-Wan’s tone when he said, “Surely, I select who has the...right?”

Urtus shook his heavy head, making a deep humming sound. “No. It must be whoever is touched most deeply by winter, as decided by the Force,” he said, “it has ever been thus.”

Anakin looked over the crowd in the room. He really disliked the way they were eying Obi-Wan, and wondered, if he picked Obi-Wan up and bolted, what his odds were of getting to the ship. Probably not high, if Obi-Wan decided to fight him. Which he almost certainly would.

Anakin blew out a breath, instead, and said, “Is anyone allowed to join this melee, then?” Because, kriff, if it was a fight they wanted… Well. He was more than happy to give it to them.

In the end, the Tuls were agreeable to the idea of Anakin joining the melee. He had no idea what they meant by ‘touched by winter’ and he didn’t really care. He was taken to a chamber to prepare with all the rest of the entrants, while Obi-Wan was spirited off elsewhere. They were only to use weapons with blunted edges, apparently, but that was fine. Anakin had long ago learned how to fight with whatever was to hand.

He cracked his neck side to side, selected a weapon that fitted his hand, and waited, ignoring the chatter around the rest of the room.

It seemed to take an age and a half before the doors were opened again and they were led out, across a frozen expanse of ground, and into a small entryway, directly into the earth. It was dark inside, and warmer. There were steps, leading down, and Anakin followed the figure in front of him, flexing his fingers in and out until they, finally, reached the bottom.

They were… in a large, open space, ringed with seats stretching upward, many of them filled. The walls glowed, faintly. Anakin barely noticed any of that, because, in the center of the… well, the arena, there was a familiar figure.

Someone had taken Obi-Wan’s tunics and left him wearing…pieces of white fabric, tied in bands around his body. His eyes and mouth were both wrapped. There were more bindings around his arms and hands. He was standing in front of a tall lump of stone. Anakin assumed, with a hot lurch of his gut, that this was the altar.

Which meant the Tuls fully expected someone to fuck Obi-Wan right there in the center of this arena and, well. There was no way Anakin was going to let anyone else touch him. He took a breath, adjusted his grip on his weapon, and waited while Urtus made some kind of speech that he didn’t care about.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, waiting for the moment when the melee started, and then springing into action. The Tuls were determined, he had to give them that. And they seemed to have decided that they didn’t actually care who won the right, as long as it wasn’t him.

They swarmed him, and Anakin snarled. Even with numbers, they were not a match, and he knew it. They had not a fraction of the practice and experience he’d gained, and he knocked them aside, one after another.

One almost cracked him over the back of the head with a cudgel, only to slip on nothing a moment before the blow could land, falling into one of his fellows, instead, and Anakin half-laughed at the feeling of Obi-Wan’s presence against his skin.

The Tuls woman in front of him balked at his laughter, and Anakin took the opportunity to elbow her in the gut, listening to the sound she made as she folded up, flinging himself back into the fight. There was no real strategy to it, it was nothing but a brawl, fierce and vicious, devolving, finally, into a bare knuckled scrap between the last contenders.

Anakin had something of an advantage in that area, and grinned fiercely at the sound his fist made hitting the jaw of the last Tuls standing between him and Obi-Wan. The man had a half a head of height on Anakin, but went over backwards with a satisfying thump.

Anakin stood, for a moment, in the midst of the groaning fallen, breathing hard. His clothes were torn and bloody, he noted. He throbbed from a dozen different places, wounds aching. He tasted copper on his tongue and turned his head to the side, spitting, even as drums started around the room.

He distantly remembered being told about the drums, and grinned, because they meant he’d won.

He met Urtus’ eyes across the arena, nodded, and stalked towards the center of the space. Obi-Wan hadn’t moved, standing there still as a statue. There were, Anakin noticed, as he got closer, clothes wrapped around his knees and ankles, too. His feet were bare on the stone and there were strange tendrils of light winding away from him, out through the stone.

Anakin decided he didn’t care about the light, right at that moment. His blood burned in his veins, his gut full of fire from the battle. He was already hard, when he stopped in front of Obi-Wan and reached out, grabbing the wrap around his eyes and pulling it away.

Obi-Wan blinked open his eyes, so clear and blue, and did not look surprised to find Anakin before him. Anakin grabbed the wrap over his mouth, hoping he was doing an adequate job removing winter’s veil, and Obi-Wan said, quietly, something tense in his expression, just for a moment, “I knew it would be you.”

Anakin shivered and could not stop himself from sliding a hand back into Obi-Wan’s hair and leaning closer, kissing his mouth, aware he was leaving smears of blood behind and - and liking it, liking the way it marked Obi-Wan’s clean, perfect skin. “I think I had some help,” he murmured, against Obi-Wan’s mouth, and felt Obi-Wan smile.

“Maybe a little,” Obi-Wan agreed, and Anakin kissed him again, pleased to know it had been him Obi-Wan wanted with him, here in the middle of an arena, here at this crude altar.

It made his pulse beat faster, instructions for what he was supposed to do jumbling together in his head. The Tuls had been specific about some things, but it was hard to focus on what they’d wanted. He’d needed to - to take Obi-Wan out of these bindings, definitely.

Anakin could do that, He kept one hand in Obi-Wan’s hair, aware of all the eyes on them. He expected a prickle of anxiety across his nerves, he even anticipated, in a flash of worry, that he would not be able to maintain his current state of interest, not while knowing so many people were watching.

But these people had thought they could have Obi-Wan. Thought they could just use him for their ritual. And he, abruptly, quite liked the idea of showing them all just how wrong they were. He slid his mouth to Obi-Wan’s neck, nipping at the skin and then sucking, hearing Obi-Wan make a loud, surprised sound.

He slid his other hand down, tearing at the white wrappings, careless and rough. He just wanted them off.

“The altar,” Obi-Wan ground out, his hands freed to come up, to grip at Anakin, pulling him closer. “We need to--the stone is Force-reactive, we need to be on--”

Anakin got the idea. The altar was the size of a large table, rising directly out of the floor. It came up to his thighs, he noted, even as he pulled the last of the wrappings away, grabbed Obi-Wan’s thighs, and lifted him.

The stone lit up beneath Obi-Wan, when Anakin turned and put him down on the altar. Veins of color shot through it, so bright they were almost blinding. A murmur went up through the crowd, relief and joy, but Anakin barely noted it.

Obi-Wan lit up, as well, and that was far more interesting. Trails of light stretched under his skin, glowing. He looked like something out of a dream, something magical. But then, he always had. Anakin groaned and crawled onto the altar, falling forward to kiss him, hands all over his skin, warm and soft and perfect.

He left behind smears of blood, marks that showed where he’d touched, and groaned at the sight of it. Everyone on Tuls had wanted Obi-Wan, but he was the only one who got to have this, the only one who got to touch, and he wanted, suddenly and fiercely, for them all to know it.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan panted, tugging at the closures on Anakin’s tunics. They were hanging off of him already, and Anakin yanked the outer tunic off, tossing it aside. He cared little about the under tunic; it wasn’t in his way. He slid a hand down, curled his fingers around Obi-Wan’s cock, and watched the light beneath him shift, spreading away from the altar, out across the arena.

Obi-Wan’s hands clenched at his belt. He made a sound, thick and pleasure-drunk, as Anakin stroked him, setting a fast, brutal pace. He had not patience within him, at the moment, he just wanted. Wanted to watch Obi-Wan’s eyes flutter, wanted everyone in the arena to see what he got to do.

He bent forward, kissing Obi-Wan deep and filthy, the drums pounding around them, almost drowning out the sound Obi-Wan made when he spilled all over Anakin’s fingers.

“Force,” Obi-Wan panted, and Anakin grinned, rubbing his fingers together and considering. They’d not given him anything to ease the way. He shrugged, decided to make do, and slid his fingers back, between Obi-Wan’s legs.

He found Obi-Wan slick already, slick enough to slide two fingers in at once, and the revelation punched a groan out of him. “I thought,” Obi-wan gasped, deliciously flushed and glowing, “I’d better, ah, be ready.”

Anakin nodded. He felt quite beyond words, aching with so much want it felt hard to think. He wanted, so badly, to stretch out over Obi-Wan like this, to touch his glowing skin and let all the Tuls see how good he could make Obi-Wan feel, show them his beauty, the light of him--

The Tuls had warned them both that they might be...affected by the ritual. Anakin was willing to blame the hot jump of his pulse on whatever the kriff the Force was currently doing, whatever was making Obi-Wan light up, the glow off of his skin chasing away all the shadows in Anakin’s head, leaving him… singularly focused.

The urge to make everyone see swallowed him. Anakin took another kiss, hard, and then rocked onto his heels, batting Obi-Wan’s hands away - he’d gotten Anakin’s slacks open, that was more than good enough - and gripped at Obi-Wan’s hip.

Obi-Wan made a thick sound, surprised, when Anakin dragged his fingers out. His gasped beautifully, his skin all aglow, brighter spots of light at his freckles. Anakin ran a hand over his chest, awed, and then settled his hands, pulling Obi-Wan’s hips just so, gripping tight.

He heard the sound Obi-Wan made over the drums when he pushed in. Around them, the light started picking up colors, purples and pinks and blues, greens, spreading around the room, spreading across Obi-Wan’s skin, like an aurora, a celestial event, right in front of him.

Anakin jolted at the feeling of being in him. It was always amazing; he could have happily fucked Obi-Wan for the rest of his life, but-- Sinking into him on the altar felt like something else, the sensation spreading out to each nerve, clearing his head, leaving nothing but want and need and desire behind.

Anakin needed to fuck him, needed to drive into him, needing to make him gasp and cry out. Anakin gripped him, hard, keeping a hold on him, knowing he was leaving marks behind and - and liking it. He wanted marks, his marks, all over Obi-Wan’s skin, wanted everyone on Tuls and all the other worlds in the galaxy to know that Obi-Wan was--

Obi-Wan’s trembled, light spreading out from him, through the stone, the colors getting brighter, sharper. And Anakin wanted everyone to see, deeply. Force, he loved the way Obi-Wan looked when he was getting fucked, loved the way Obi-Wan’s mouth got soft, the way he flushed all across his cheeks and down his throat.

Every inch of him was beautiful, and Anakin groaned, driving into him as the light curled and flowed around them. He wished he had another hand, to curl around Obi-Wan’s cock, and in that moment saw no reason not to utilize the Force.

Obi-Wan jerked, full-bodied, when Anakin curled tendrils of the Force against his skin, pressure and sensation. Anakin thought he heard his name - it was hard to tell, the drums had gotten louder and his blood was pounding in his ears - and he took it as encouragement.

It felt like encouragement, through Obi-Wan’s emotions, overspilling into Anakin’s head.

He touched and touched and groaned when he felt Obi-Wan quake, come spilling across their skin and the altar and--and something shifted in the air around them, in the presence of the Force through the room. Anakin felt like lightning grounded down through his spine, pleasure and primal want swimming up through him.

He lost himself, for a moment, aware of nothing but pleasure, but needing to fuck into Obi-Wan, desperately, but the sheer joy of spilling within him. Anakin groaned, cock pulsing, and slumped forward, over Obi-Wan’s glowing form.

He held Obi-Wan - almost limp - and buried his face against Obi-Wan’s throat. He sucked hungry kisses against the skin, wanting to leave more marks, wanting to stain the pale flesh, wanting to leave no room for doubt that Obi-Wan was--

Was breathing shakily, trembles moving through him.

Anakin swallowed, hard, wrestling back control of all his riotous wants. He was aware, distantly, of cheering and the brilliant lights filling the chamber. But that all felt far away as he stroked a hand comfortingly across Obi-Wan’s stomach, pressing softer kisses to his skin, and holding him, there on the altar.

He managed to ask, as he got his breath back, “You think that did it?”

Obi-Wan laughed, tilting his head further to the side in what Anakin took as an invitation, and said, “Darling, you may have overshot us right into summer.”

#obikin #glimmer replies #ask me anything #Spicy September Week #public ritual sex #marking #spicy #not safe for wizards #established relationship #seriously thank everyone for all the prompts and support through this week #i was very nervous about doing so many spicy fics #i still remember that comment i got about my writing being good even if the sex is bad #so #thank you all of you #see you next year for another spicy week?#or maybe we'll do one in the spring #WHO KNOWS

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hellowkatey · 3 years

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When I Fall Apart

It's been a week since being rescued from. Kadavo, and Obi-Wan is convinced he is fine. Anakin, on the other hand, knows his former master better than that.

a little angstpril bonus! based on day 23's prompt: "this isn't you" warnings: mentions of violence, torture, slavery, and death

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Anakin is hovering.

This has been an all-day occurrence. Staring at him when he's eating his breakfast. Walking with him between meetings-- not necessarily for any reason. He was not required to attend half of them, but he came along anyway. Now, he is sitting with Obi-Wan in his quarters, throwing a paperweight into the air and catching it while the Jedi Master reviews some documents.

Finally, Obi-Wan lets out a deep sigh, and takes note of Anakin stiffening, sitting up straight and looking at him pointedly. "Are you alright, Master?"

Oh, that's what this is about...

It's been a week since Zygerria. A week since he was pulled out of Kadavo with Captain Rex. A week since he collapsed in the corridor and was unable to request that Anakin not be around when his robes were removed and the horrors of his captivity were revealed. And now Anakin is hovering because despite the continuous bacta patches and his whip marks being well on their way to recovery there seems to be a part of him that is waiting for him to break all over again.

"I'm quite fine, Anakin," he pauses. "Have you ever heard that a watched pot never boils?"

Anakin's eyebrows scrunch together. "No?"

"Well, I suppose I never got around to teaching you how to cook, did I."

"You don't know how to cook, master."

"Precisely why I never could have taught you... Basically, it means if you stare at a pot, waiting for the water to boil, it will not boil before your eyes."

This doesn't seem to clear up anything for the young knight. He leans his elbows on his knees. "Wait, but isn't boiling just when water--"

"What I mean, Anakin," Obi-Wan looks back down at his datapad to avoid the gaze of his former padawan. "is that if you insist on hanging around me all day in case I collapse again, or start breaking down or whatever it is you think I'm going to do, it is likely it won't happen."

The young knight folds his arms across his chest, leaning back on the desk chair. "I'm not waiting for you to collapse, Master."

"Then why in blazes are you following me around like loth kitten?" his tone comes out harsher than he intended. He looks at Anakin, hoping to salvage his outburst, but he can see from the way his shoulders sag and his gaze flickers away that the damage has been done already.

"Anakin, I didn't mean--"

"No, I heard you loud and clear, Master. I'll leave you alone," he says bitterly, slamming the paperweight down on the desk and marching toward the door. He doesn't look back before leaving in a huff, even going as far as using the Force to slam the automatic door behind him.

Always the dramatics with that one.

He sighs, not intending to upset Anakin who was obviously just worried for him-- especially since Ahsoka was sent on a solo mission to a peace conference on Carlac. He's been looking for distractions. Obi-Wan stands, deciding to go after him and apologize for the ill-mannered comment. He'd honestly missed the company of having a padawan with him all the time.

As he gets to the door, his commlink rings. A message from Cody telling him to come to the bridge. Duty calls.

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Anakin is yelling.

He's yelling with the tone of pure anger, but when Obi-Wan looks at him, there is a softness in his eyes more akin to a scared child than a pissed-off general. If Obi-Wan is being honest, the tone and body language of his padawan is really the only thing he can assess right now. Anakin is yelling about something, and Obi-Wan knows exactly what, but the words are like static hitting his brain. For a moment, he even questioned if Anakin had switched to Huttese in the midst of his tantrum. But he knows Huttese (to a degree) and his lack of comprehension is more of a testament to the short-circuiting going on in his brain, not a slip of tongue.

All Obi-Wan can really hear is the sound of his own heartbeat. Pounding in his ear, vibrating through his fingers and toes. He keeps looking at his wrists, wondering if he can see the pulsation pressing against the walls of his arteries, or if it's all in his head.

It's not until Anakin's gloved prosthetic hand clamps down on his shoulder that he looks up from the blank wall he was staring at and the world comes back into focus. He's sitting on his bed, his former padawan staring at him with those big blue eyes.

He's not yelling anymore. He's scanning over Obi-Wan's face as though the goings-on in his mind are written across it in Aurebesh. As Anakin's anger reaches a lull, the Force lets out a sigh of relief.

"Master, this isn't you," Anakin says softly.

"I don't know what you could possibly--"

"You could have killed yourself!" his voice cracks, and he withdraws his hand from Obi-Wan's shoulder, sitting back on his feet. "Don't even try to tell me you're fine because I can see the Force exhaustion. I knew you were self-sacrificing but this--"

"They were going to die, Anakin." Their mission was sidetracked. Hikers in the mountains near their base camp were caught in an avalanche. Obi-Wan could feel that they were near, that they needed help, so he made a decision. "That is what we are meant to do as Jedi, help people."

Anakin's anger is revitalized. "The informant got away. We lost our window--"

"We saved lives."

"That information would have saved thousands of lives."

"And we will get another chance," Obi-Wan stands, feeling talked down to from his seat. His vision swims as he walks toward his desk, subtly gripping the back of his chair to settle himself.

"That's not even why I'm mad."

Obi-Wan turns to him, raising an eyebrow. "Then what is this all about, Anakin?"

Anakin laughs sardonically. "You really don't see it? This is what I'm talking about, you have been acting so weird since Zygerria, and the council didn't listen to me--"

"Anakin..."

"The healing! Force, you would have killed me if I ever did something like that."

He turns back to the desk, staring down at his knuckles white from the exertion of trying to keep himself upright. Hmmm... right. The Force healing.

The hikers were in bad shape. He was worried they wouldn't make it off the mountain. Obi-Wan is no healer, but he knows a few tricks. Enough for some emergency battlefield medicine.

So he helped heal a few hikers. Ensured they would live to make it on the medevac that was still a little ways away.

"I just had to make sure they were stable enough for the airlift," he replies, his voice tight. "I don't see what the big deal is. We have a few days in hyperspace, and I will be good as new for the next mission."

Anakin sighs. His anger has deflated once again. "That's the thing, Master, I don't-- for Force's sake will you sit down?"

Obi-Wan hadn't noticed he was shaking until he opened his eyes (he also didn't notice he had closed his eyes) and saw the violent tremor going through his body. He slips down into the desk chair as a wave of exhaustion hits him.

"This is just proving my point. I don't think everything is going to be okay. You've never done this before."

"Heal people in need?"

"Jeopardize the mission. Botch it even."

"Nobody is perfect, Anakin."

"Yeah, but I've known you for a decade and you're pretty damn close," he rifles his hand through his dark hair. "Master, the way you've been acting... it's been scaring me. You're taking risks that are putting yourself in danger, and don't even seem to realize it. I don't know exactly what happened on Kadavo, but I did read Rex's report--"

"We are peacekeepers," Obi-Wan blurts out, his voice shakey and thick. "Servants of the public, so why in blazes is it so outrageous to save the lives of people who need us? It's our duty-- our true duty as Jedi, after all, and yet-- Anakin, you must remember how things used to be? When you were very young and before there was all this war and the imbalance in the Force. We helped people."

His words hang heavy in the air. Not as eloquent as he'd prefer, but the emotion bubbling in his chest isn't allowing for such permissions.

"We help people by fighting this war, too," the knight says carefully. "We fight so they have their freedom."

"Perhaps, but it's a distraction. And the Togruta people suffered the consequences of the order spread thin." There's bitterness in his tone. Anakin stares at him, his eyebrows raising and lips parting ever so slightly.

"Master..." he steps forward, his tone low and careful. "The people the slavers killed... it wasn't your fault."

Anakin's words echo in his head, but like his tangent earlier, they don't seem to stick. Obi-Wan folds his hands together to mask their shake. "I only wanted to help-- I wanted to help them, but anytime I--" he chokes, covering his mouth with his hand to suppress the sob that tries to escape. "They murdered them because of me. To torture me. I couldn't even look at them-- oh Anakin, I only wanted to help."

When Obi-Wan breaks, Anakin is there. He wraps his arms around him, tucking his head under his chin. He cries for the first time since they were pulled out of that hellhole. Open mouth, undignified crying that he is eternally thankful is occurring in the privacy of his quarters.

He watched so many die. All to drive down his will. The slavers knew exactly what they were doing. No combination of beatings and whippings and hard labor would ever have shattered him as thoroughly as watching the light flicker out of those innocent eyes. There was nothing he could do because if he did, they would only kill more.

The Force flows through all living things, binds and unifies the galaxy together in one energy field, and Obi-Wan holds the power to this at his fingertips. But no amount of power, no amount of training and practice in wielding the Force could stop those lives from being lost so meaninglessly. That feeling of powerlessness cut him straight to the bone.

"I wanted to help those hikers," Obi-Wan says into the fabric of Anakin's robes, "because I was there. Because they needed help and I... I just needed-- I needed to do something."

It was worth it. No matter what Anakin or the council says, it was worth it. Losing the asset, the Force Exhaustion, all of it. Six lives were saved. It does not make up for the Togruta lives that were taken because life itself is not an exchangeable currency-- but it's six lives. Intel is retrievable. He will work overtime to make up for what his actions lost in that mission, but he will not apologize for his decision.

Anakin is speaking softly, saying the same thing over and over. "It wasn't your fault." He has the fabric of Obi-Wan's cloak balled up in his fists, his body at an obviously uncomfortable angle, but he shows no sign of moving anytime soon. It makes him feel guilty that his padawan has to see him like this. He is meant to be the mentor and caregiver, but here he is sobbing into Anakin's chest.

He knows Anakin doesn't mind. He can feel it in the Force despite his exhaustion. Along with the soothing feelings he sends, there is a quiet undertone of validation in his former padawan's mind. Relief. Worry. Love. The realization nearly makes him start bawling all over again.

When he collapsed in the hallway, his body was the part of him that had broken. He was exhausted and in pain and it became too much. But now, his whip marks are healed and the infections are cleared. It's his mind that has caught up.

Anakin was never sitting around waiting for him to collapse. He was ensuring somebody would be there to catch him when he finally fell.

#angstpril2021 #but make it almost a month late #this isn't you #cw torture #cw slavery #when i fall #sw #fic #i finished my undergraduate degree today #so naturally i decided to write for the first time in awhile

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brehacrgana · 4 years

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just watched TROS and i have NO WORDS... (except i also have many). what was that

at about half of the movie one guy stood up, put on his jacket and left...I don’t think he was wrong

spoilers below (the bad and the good - however little that might be). please come to talk if you’ve seen the movie

first of all...WHAT THE FUCK. what the fuck...i sat through the movie and i had to laugh at times because whatever was happening was so absurd shit i couldn’t even imagine. at other times i just sat with my mouth open and could not believe they really went there...it was that bad. how in the world is this the end of star wars

the way the movie started... in the title sequence...”THE DEAD SPEAK” lol. palpantine’s return or whatever shit announced immediatly (which i didn’t expect would happen); then the first scene of kylo ren in slo-mo killing some random people (literally who was that) in some woods and then finding palpantine’s cave or something where palps told him “hurr hurr i created snoke...i was every voice in your head...kill the girl” - sir how are you even alive. i literally don’t remember if this was explained in the movie and i don’t think so

rey - jesus christ. girl. i don’t know what they did to her character. but anyway. in the beginning of the movie leia did some jedi training with rey and i loved that...especially when rey adressed leia with “master”! but in the start of that scene rey was flying in the air while doing some meditation and that was absurd imo / i laughed lol. then kylo ren showed up because of that force bond shit and rey messed up her training which sucked

nice scene: finn and poe returning from some mission and meeting/reuniting with rey on the rebellion’s home base - rey and poe bickered a bit, rey and finn hugged...i liked that

rey finn and poe and chewie went to a desert planet where some party was going on. nice scene: rey talked to an alien being there and it was a cute, nice interaction that would have been heartwarming

lando shows up, points them to some cave, where a big snake or something was which had an injury lol...rey gave it some life power through the force and healed it. LOL: foreshadowing...

kylo ren and the knights of ren (lol who are they even) show up on that planet. while the others try to make a ship ready to leave, rey (why...) goes and stands in the middle of the desert waiting for kyle ron to show up or whatever. he does of course and races at her with his ship, she does that jump from the trailer and cuts his ship in half. it crashes and explodes. no, kylo somehow doesn’t die from that. meanwhile poe and finn told chewie to get rey bc they have to leave (knights of ren approaching), but while rey is busy doing whatever the fuck that was, chewie gets captured by some stormtroopers and is led on their transport ship. it takes off. finn screams to rey “they have chewie” and rey uses the force to try and drag that ship back to the ground...kylo emerges and also uses the force on that ship, and they have a force battle until rey does palpantine style force lightning on that ship. it completely explodes. everyone thinks chewie is dead. i was really horrified, not gonna lie, like rey...

but lol. SOMEHOW chewie was on another transport ship (lol???? where was that) and is alive after all. they go to rescue him. while they fly to the stardestroyer where chewie is being kept prisoner, rey says that “yada yada people say they know me but nobody does” to finn and it is awful... arrived on the star destroyer, finn and poe want to free chewie, while rey fucks off to do her own thing and go to kylo’s quarters. force bond kylo appears, they fight blabla, he tells her...

“oh you wanted to take my hand, i kNoW YoU you’re a palpatine, he was your grandfather” ................................................ i read the spoilers so i knew this was gonna come, but seriously???? what a crack fucking theory. REY PALPANTINE! I QUIT!!!

flashback to rey’s parents who look like nice people who tried to protect her by leaving her on jakku. palps killed them after they didn’t tell him where rey was

meanwhile finn poe and chewie are captured, stormtrooppers are going to execute them. then hux steps in hilariously, kills the stormtroopers, and is like “i’m the spy for the rebellion.” i laughed

who is zorii...or whatever her name was.

the trio gang goes to that planet where the remains of the death star are...they meet a group of horse riders, one of them jannah. i loved her! i really did. she was one of the bright spots for me in that shitshow. her and finn talk, she also used to be a stormtrooper and has the same story as finn

also Finn was shown very clearly to be force sensitive! loved that

rey does another solo trip and goes to the remains of the death star...where she meets dark!rey which was hilarious and absurd. they fight and at one point dark!rey hissed and bared her teeth at rey - i actually scream laughed

well then kylo ron came to that planet, the water fight scene happened, and actually rey fucking killed him!!! he died! cut to leia. she says “ben” and then somehow just actually dies too. seriously. just like that. FROM WHAT???

anyway rey feels that leia has died and lol idk she’s like oh know and resurrects kylo with the force. yeah. lol. she’s then like “yeah i did want to take your hand...ben’s hand” and cries and leaves

really...who is ben. why do you care. what

on the rebellion base people are gathered around leia’s dead body and i don’t remember her name, but lupita nyongos character say “farewell, dear princess” and that almost made me cry

back to kylo. he’s looking at the ocean in contemplation. suddenly a voice behind him says “hey, kid”. he turns around and it’s han fucking solo. LOL

they basically play out the same scene as in tfa just before kylo killed han except this time he doesn’t. han says kylo ron died and kylo yeets his lightsaber into the water.

ok, another hilarious absurd scene: rey goes to luke’s exile planet and sets kylo’s ship (which she took to fly there) on fire. she’s throwing the lightsaber in the flames but oh! a hand yeets out of the flames! it’s force ghost luke who caught the saber and is like oh you should be more careful with a jedi’s weapon.

luke then shows her LEIA’S LIGHTSABER and there’s a flashback scene of LEIA AND LUKE DOING JEDI TRAINING !!!! a good part of the movie

rey takes both lightsabers and flies to palpantine’s planet. she meets him in his cave. palps does he’s usual unimaginable power shit...”i want you to kill me...then my soul will go over to you and all the siths that have ever been will live in you”. whatever

“ben” also shows up of course, he kills the kights of ren with the lightsaber that was magically teleported to him by rey i guess

rey and “ben” face palps together. he is like oh your bond is so strong, let me take all your energy...very reminiscent of dementor’s in harry potter movies sucking out their souls lol. they drop to the ground, unconscious. palps lifts “ben” up and yeets him into a big abyss.

there was a nice scene in between of poe grieving for leia and saying he doesn’t know what to do/how they can make it, but then lando shows up and they talk about how lando and the old trio back in the day didn’t know how to make it either, but they still tried etc. and made it

ok another nice scene: while palps is doing super force lightning to destroy the rebel fleet or whatever, rey is on the ground gatherig strength and she hears the voices of old jedi masters...obi wan! anakin i’m pretty sure also!

then there’s a nice shot of her standing up and facing the emperor with lightsaber in hand.

she kills him, but dies doing it.

but wait lol...”ben” somehow crawls back out of that abyss to cry over her dead body. he also revives her with force power. they look at each other sappily and kiss.......no words. they fucking really went there

actually when that happened the people in the cinema made a lot of sounds, some said ew lmao others just laughed

then “ben” dies for good lol. people scream laughed

in the end there was a nice rebellion victory celebration scene, i always like scenes like that

rey goes to tattoine and buries the lightsabers of luke and leia who show up via force ghost. somehow rey then has a yellow lightsaber in her hand. some old woman comes along and asks who are you? rey says...i’m rey.....skywalker and then watches the sunset. the end.

in spoilers i read it was said that rey says she feels incomplete without kylo and goes to live on tattoine alone for the rest of her life. maybe i blacked out and didn’t get that, but i did not see it. it did not happen, right?

when the movie ended some people in the cinema actually started clapping.

lol. i don’t know what that was...yeah it had some good moments, but it really was the worts star wars movie of all times for me. it was wild and absurd and stupid as fuck and i am so, so disappointed. TFA i loved, there was so much potential there...but then tlj happened and somehow tros eneded up even worse than that. i don’t know what the worst part for me was, rey palpantine, leia’s death in that manner, reylo... it was a mess. it actually makes me really sad. bye felicia

#tros #tros spoilers #anti reylo #p #terrible movie honestly

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irinapaleolog · 4 years

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As we head toward the conclusion of the Skywalker saga with Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker’s Dec. 20 release, one of the big unresolved questions is the fate of Kylo Ren (Adam Driver). Will he, like his grandfather before him, redeem himself and resume his former identity as Ben Solo? Or will he, mask newly reformed, remain on the Dark Side to be defeated by Rey (Daisy Ridley) and the rest of the Resistance?

For such a major character in the series, Kylo remains somewhat mysterious, masked or not. When his parentage was first revealed in The Force Awakens, the biggest question was how exactly did Princess Leia (Carrie Fisher) and Han Solo (Harrison Ford), our heroes of the Rebellion, wind up with this petulant mini-Vader as a son? We saw that Kylo idolized his grandfather but had none of his cool-tempered menace, hacking away at ship consoles with such abandon that you wondered if the First Order had a permanent Kylo Ren repair line in the budget. At first, his brattiness seemed almost comical until he killed his father in a mistaken attempt to drown the light in himself. For anyone who ever thought Leia and Han would be cool parents — and that certainly includes the parentally neglected Rey — Kylo’s presence was a bit of a head-scratcher. How exactly did the former Ben Solo turn into this destructive and emotionally turbocharged Dark Sider?

The Last Jedi went a bit further in explaining Ben’s turn to Ren as his uncle, the legendary Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill), revealed that one fateful night a terrifying Force vision got the best of him and sent his nephew hurtling down toward the Dark Side. It was this betrayal that haunted Kylo and left him both vulnerable and achingly lonely as his Force bond with Rey revealed. And despite the murder of his father, he still remained conflicted and couldn’t do the same to his mother when he had the chance, her love for him staying his hand. Even though he refused to rejoin Rey on the Light Side, Kylo turned out to be far more complicated than he initially seemed when he descended as the masked and hooded villain in The Force Awakens.

While the films have sketched the broad outlines of Ben’s fall and Driver has done fantastic work in suggesting the turmoil roiling under Kylo’s mask, there is a lot more we’ve learned about Ben Solo/Kylo Ren’s past from the various novels and comic books that make up the current Star Wars canon. If you are not familiar with them, read ahead to get a fuller picture of the character and what his past may portend for his future.

In Chuck Wendig’s Aftermath trilogy, which takes place in the year after the Battle of Endor, we discover that not only are Han and Leia now married, but that Leia is already pregnant with Ben. While we saw that Leia definitely had Force powers in The Last Jedi, it’s during her pregnancy that she really starts to explore her abilities. She can feel Ben’s Force presence in the womb, and that it’s mostly light but shot through with veins of darkness. She worries about that darkness but takes comfort when Luke tells her all people have that. It’s poignant to think how the darkness eventually overwhelmed that child, but the fact that there was so much light to start with shows he can turn back to it if he wants and that the Dark Side was not his destiny, but a choice he made. While the Empire is in its last gasps during Leia’s pregnancy, Ben is born on Chandrila the same day that the Empire formally surrenders and the war ends. In fact, his mother is already in labor as the peace treaty is being signed. Because of his family’s fame, his birth was accompanied by a flood of rumors, everything from being born with a full head of black hair, to a full set of teeth, to Luke attending the birth himself. For a child with so many expectations placed on his tiny shoulders, Ben just seems to be a normal, if somewhat fussy, baby, though one his mother seems much more comfortable tending to than his father.

On that note, Aftermath: Empire’s End, the final book in the trilogy, establishes the difficulty Han has adjusting to fatherhood and how that foreshadows the gap that will grow between father and son despite Han’s deep love for the boy and the boy’s deep love for his father. Han’s usual cocksure confidence is shaken by the helpless baby before him and he feels insecure that he doesn’t have the same Force connection to Ben that Leia has, thinking that’s the only way his son can be soothed. Leia, to her credit, thinks that their son just needs to feel his father’s presence to feel comforted.

But Han’s insecurity continues in Last Shot, by Daniel José Older. While the book is mostly about an adventure between Han and Lando in the early years of Han and Leia’s marriage, Ben makes an appearance as a 2-year-old toddler, one that Han is still a little baffled by. Here we see how Han’s restless spirit will eventually cause a problem in his relationship with his son. Ben idolizes his father and “Wanwo” (fingers crossed someone gives Kylo and Uncle Lando a scene in the new movie) and misses his father terribly when he’s gone on his mission. While his mother works to build the New Republic, Ben is in the care of droids and in what might be a key moment for a person with a lifelong abandonment complex, a malfunctioning kitchen droid almost kills him. Ben survives, but Han continues to struggle with being a parent and the responsibilities that come with it.

There isn’t a ton of information about Ben’s late childhood and teenage years, but The Last Jedi novel details that Ben’s epic temper tantrums and growing Force powers left many objects in the Organa-Solo household destroyed. Kylo recalls with bitterness an incident overhearing his frightened parents talk about him as if he was a monster and it’s obvious that his anger became such an issue that Leia felt it necessary to send him to Luke in the hopes that training to be a Jedi would help tame his darker instincts. Neither his parents nor his uncle realized that Snoke had gotten his claws into Ben at some point during this time. As the films and comics like Star Wars: Age of Resistance — Supreme Leader Snoke #1 make clear, Snoke abused and manipulated Kylo for years, twisting the young man’s feelings toward his family and nurturing those resentments until Kylo finally took his revenge upon his Master in the throne room.

We get a little more information about Ben before his fall from the novel Bloodline, by Claudia Gray, which moves the story forward to six years before the events of The Force Awakens. There are no direct scenes with Ben, who is about 23 years old in the book, but he is often on his mother’s mind as she works as a senator living on the not-yet-destroyed Hosnian Prime while Han is off sponsoring various racing championships across the galaxy and running a shipping company. Ben is traveling around the galaxy with Luke, still training to be a Jedi. Han and Leia seem to have a warm marriage but one that is marked by long absences from each other as Leia understands that Han’s restlessness would make him a miserable Senate husband and Leia’s duty to the faltering New Republic comes before even her personal preference to be with her family. The book suggests that Han and Ben have a strained relationship at this point, in that Han does not understand his son and that Ben’s Force abilities have created a wedge between them. Frustrated by not being able to parent their son, both Han and Leia mentor many of the young people in the orbit, a desire we see reflected in the films as Han mentors Rey and Finn (John Boyega) and Leia treats Poe (Oscar Isaac) as almost a surrogate son, the three seeming more like their spiritual children than their actual son.

Though Ben does not appear in the novel, the book contains a key event that dramatically shapes his life to come. Over the course of the novel, we learn that no one outside of Leia, Luke, and Han ever learned that Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker and also the true birth father of Luke and Leia. While Luke had witnessed Anakin’s redemption personally, Leia did not, and to her, Vader remained the monster that tortured her and helped destroy her beloved Alderaan. She had kept the secret that Vader was her father for decades and was still coming to terms with her true parentage, never finding the right time to tell Ben who his grandfather really was. Unfortunately, the knowledge fell into the hands of a political rival who outed her to the whole Senate before she had time to tell Ben first. We don’t learn what Ben’s immediate reaction to this news was, but considering he must have learned this information shortly before his turn to the Dark Side, it must have cracked the already shaky trust in his family that Snoke had help splinter, a trust that would be completely shattered by that fateful night with Luke in his hut.

Looking over these parts of his past, Kylo just didn’t inherit great Force power and Leia’s fabulous hair from his powerful bloodline but everything else that went with it, good and bad. That meant Han and Leia’s mutual hotheadness, Luke’s impulsiveness, Anakin’s brattiness, and Padme’s penchant for falling for the wrong people — though that last one might wind up saving him in the end depending on how his complicated relationship with Rey works out.

As we move closer to The Rise of Skywalker, we will be getting a few more missing pieces to the puzzle when the first issue of The Rise of Kylo Ren, by Charles Soule, is released Dec. 18. Though the project has been mostly kept under wraps, one tantalizing cover revealed that Ben Solo and Luke Skywalker actually battled the Knights of Ren at some point, so Ben Solo’s past might be even more complex than we expected.

All this leads back to what will become of the Skywalker heir? Will the Bendemption, as some fans have taken to calling it, actually happen? Will Rey’s vision of Ben’s future, that solid and clear picture that convinced her he would turn back to the light, finally come to pass? And if he does turn back, what will be the trigger? Repentance? His mother’s love? His own? Although it would be quite bold to leave Kylo on the Dark Side, it does seem unlikely that a saga that deals so much about redemption would end on a sour note and leave the once and maybe future Ben Solo unredeemed. Let’s hope the Skywalker saga gets a happier ending than that and that this tortured figure finally turns back to the light.

#the rise of skywalker #kylo ren #star wars #leia organa #han solo #luke skywalker

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cayastrife · 5 years

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My Father

Star Wars - POST-ROTJ One Shot - Han & Luke friendship inspired by:

http://delannoie.tumblr.com/post/180139399750/the-truth-the-night-when-luke-told-han-all-a also on https://archiveofourown.org/works/16775284

A soft cooing rang in his ears, murmurs of nocturnal wildlife native to the small forest moon. The night's air was alive with song, even long after the victorious drumming had rung out, the bonfires reluctantly simmered down to mere ash.

Despite all their joy and elation, the revelers had eventually succumbed to the peace of the victor's sleep. All but one.

Han Solo was no stranger to the hustle and bustle of celebration, and had, of course, done his own share. But still sleep would not come to him. He craned his neck toward the small opening functioning as a window, yet could spy nothing but the trees' dense canopy beyond it. Not a single speck of starlight penetrated the heavy foliage.

Unfortunately, there was no way in the seven hells that Han Solo would be able to find sleep without either a clear view of the sky or the low, always arrhythmic humming of his Falcon's engines.

So, with a sigh of defeat, he slowly lifted himself from the thin mattress, careful not to disturb the small woman sleeping next to him. Perhaps more so than everyone else, the Princess deserved her rest.

A cursory glance around revealed little else of interest, until his eyes came to rest on the empty cot next to the entrance. His brows furrowed with a dawning concern. It seemed he wasn't the only one having problems finding sleep that night.

Noiselessly, he stepped out of the hut and paused for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. His feet took him toward a larger, more open area at the edge of the settlement. Just distant enough to afford both a certain level of privacy as well as clear view of the sky above Endor. The very same space which had, until very recently, been occupied by the Empire's Second Death Star. And there, hunched over and dwarfed by the open space, sat the small figure of the other insomniac. Tousled dark-blond bangs covered his face; in his hands - one exposed, the other clad in its customary black glove - he cradled a long, metallic tube, almost longingly, reverently.

"Can't get a wink of sleep in those stuffy huts either, huh?"

The other man started, his eyes jerking to the new arrival.

"Oh, Han." he acknowledged simply before continuing. "Yeah, something like that."

Although bothered by the remnants of a strangely haunted look in the boy's eyes, Han decided to ignore the nagging worry and instead leaned casually against the wooden railing. A feat impossible for all but those immune to vertigo. He glanced up at the stars, the ghost of the battle station's silhouette casting an imaginary but palpable shadow.

"You're a hero, you know? You of all people deserve some rest."

The reply came quiet, barely audible.

"I'm no hero." Luke's words were laced with an emotion Han felt hard to place. "I…"

The smuggler turned to face his companion and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? You defeated Vader andthe Emperor. You more or less singlehandedly brought down the Empire!"

Han would have expected bashfulness, modesty - stars, even joy - but not the obvious twinge of pain contorting Luke's features. And even less he would have expected the confession accompanying them.

"I didn't, though."

There was a moment of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't defeat the Emperor, Han." The small voice returned. For the briefest of moments, their eyes met, and Han was sure that, had the contact lasted longer, he would not have been able to bear its intensity. There was a pain in those blue eyes - now glassy and haunted by crimson shadows at their edges - a sadness so profound it seemed beyond consolation, beyond restoration. Han could only speculate at the source of such emotions, and the subsequent images constricted his throat, lending his voice the raspiness of the debilitated.

"What are you saying?"

The blue eyes avoided his this time, but the answer came nevertheless.

"It wasn't me, Han." There was a moment of quiet, even the creatures of the forest seemed to wait with bated breath, aware of the importance of the revelation ahead. "It was my father."

"Your father?" Han couldn't help but blurt out before the words even properly registered in his brain. "You just lost me, kid. Care to explain?"

If it was at all possible, Luke's already small frame collapsed even further, becoming almost too slight to support the shaking head.

"I don't know if I should." he muttered hesitantly. "Stars, I don't even know if I can…"

There was fear in those words, Han recognized. A fear that, once the truth was spoken, there would be no going back. That things would forever be changed between them.

Han adjusted his position, giving Luke more space while making sure not to distance himself further.

"Come on, Luke. We're basically family. Brothers. You're like a broody, awkward - need I mention slightly less handsome? - cousin twice removed." When nothing else did, that small jab earned him a smile. The tiniest, saddest of smiles, but a smile nonetheless. "Whatever you say, it won't change what I think of you."

Luke's eyes sought his for a moment, testing the veracity of his claim.

"I'll remind you of that…" Both voice and eyes seemed to say, even though there was less certainty in the latter.

Again, there was silence when Luke began to gather himself and the courage needed to say what must be said. When he spoke, his voice was low but calm and steady. The voice of someone far beyond the young Jedi's years, of one accustomed to hardship and suffering.

"When I first went to face Vader, I… I thought I could turn him. Bring out the good I felt in him."

"Good? In Darth Vader?"Again, Han found it hard to control himself, his disbelief bypassing his mind-to-speech filter.

"Please, Han…" Luke pleaded, asking to be allowed to finish before he lost the courage to do so. Raising his hands in apology, Han conceded. It was a while before Luke continued.

"I thought I could, but it wasn't– Iwasn't enough. I guess it started sinking in when Vader brought me to the Emperor. That was it. That’s when I finally realized there was no way I was walking out of that alive. But it didn't matter. It was the will of the Force, and I knew what I had to do."

Hearing how lightly the boy spoke of sacrificing himself, it took all of Han's self-control to keep from berating him then and there. To remind him of just how important he was to all of them, and just what he thought of a shoddy, ancient religious cult that sent its members on obvious suicide missions.

If Luke had picked up on any of those thoughts, he didn't show it and eventually continued.

"I might have learned since Bespin, but Vader was strong, and we fought relentlessly. My anger spurred me on… and my fear, knowing that all of you were walking into a trap down here. It gave me strength and… I injured him. I brought him to his knees in my rage."

A sigh escaped from the young man's lips, but it brought no relief. Only made way for that which was still to come.

"I almost fell, Han." He pressed out against an audible lump in his throat, fear reducing his voice to little more than a whisper. "I almost fell to the dark side."

"But you didn't." Han felt the need to point out, unsure of how else to reassure his friend. Helpless in the face of such powers at work.

"No. I couldn't." Luke conceded, although taking no pride in the achievement. "Not knowing what I would become. Having it right in front of me. Needless to say, the Emperor wasn't pleased…" A miniscule tremor overcame his hands as he likely recalled - relived- the moment. "Have you ever been electrocuted? It kind of feels like someone is liquifying your bones, and your muscles, your tendons…"

The shivers intensified, spread to his arms, torso and legs. An involuntary movement he likely never even noticed, so far removed from the moment was he, so caught up in reliving the events of the past days. Although in other moments he would be loath to admit it, Han felt the almost instinctive need to embrace his friend. To show him that he was there, that Luke was safe now, that no more harm would come to him. Never again. Not as long as Han had any say in it. But he restrained himself. He knew there was more that needed to be said. That all he had to do was listen. And so he did.

Before long, Luke continued.

"I pleaded with Vader. I begged him to help me. I never thought he would turn against his master; not really. But he did. Injured as he was, knowingthe Force lightning would kill him, he took hold of the Emperor and… 'disposed' of him.”

Han had been following the words attentively, but felt he was no closer to the revelation he had been led to expect.

“But didn't you say your father–”

“Vader is– wasmy father.” Luke interrupted in the smallest of voices cracking terribly halfway through the sentence, stunning Han into a momentary silence. The boy couldn't be serious about this, could he? The smuggler tried to catch a look at his companion's face, but found it hidden behind his tousled hair, steeped in shadows, unreadable.

“To be fair, the man who becameDarth Vader - Anakin Skywalker - was my father.” He clarified, his voice becoming less steady with every syllable, every fateful name. Every fresh, raw wound disturbed anew, an impossibly long way from healing.

Anakin Skywalker. Kenobi. The Hero With No Fear. Remnants of old memories long forgotten welled up in Han's mind, filling the gaps in half-formed theories and suspicions he had never consciously entertained. Not until now. And it actually made sense.

"Holy S–" A curse died in his throat as the implications caught up with him, his mind evaluating the new information against the background of all he had been told in the past few minutes. And there truly was no going back, he had to admit, as his heart both broke and grew for the boy at the same time.

"He was redeemed in the end, you know?" The small voice pulled him from his thoughts. "In his last moments, I got to see him. Truly see him for the first time. Without the helmet and mask. Not as Vader, but as myfather. He– I…” A small sob, the first of many, ravaged the boy, momentarily stole his words. “I couldn't save him, Han. I was so close. So close… He died in my arms…”

Han wasn't entirely sure if the sob escaped from his throat or that of the boy - or perhaps even both - but found he did not care. He hardly recognized his own voice anyway and welcomed the anonymity. Slowly, carefully, he sat down next to the young Jedi and placed a steadying hand on his shaking one.

“Luke…”

But there was more yet. More weight to add to a burden already so heavy it seemed far too weighty for any one man to bear.

“I took him with me. Down here, to Endor. Burned what was left of him.”

Han gave the boy's arm a comforting squeeze, feeling more inadequate than ever before in all his tumultuous life. In the back of his mind, he vaguely registered the fact of the Princess' involvement, the parentage of which she was likely still ignorant. To his own surprise, he found he wasn't bothered at all. How valid were his concerns, his suffering, when his friend had to endure so much more? How could he feel anything but compassion and the need to alleviate his sorrow?

“You said he was redeemed.” Han ventured, working the words around the lump in his own throat. “You saved the galaxy – and your father.”

A clipped, desperate laugh escaped Luke.

“Stars, I know!” As his voice gained in volume, it cracked even further, thick with tears and heavy with desolation. “I know he became one with the Force, but… I never got to know him. There's so much I wanted to ask; so much only he could have taught me. If only we'd had a little more time. Just a littlemore… I never even told him–“

Another sob racked his body and his gloved right hand flew to his eyes, shielding them as if the mere act could push back at the tears and return them to their origin.

Han forced himself to breathe and brought his arm around Luke's shoulders. How small they were, he realized with a sting of pain in his chest, how slight. How could they even hope to carry the burden placed upon them? Before his inner eye danced images from years ago, ages it seemed, of an innocent, sunburnt farmboy with wide eyes hungry for the wonders of the galaxy, a heart wide enough to hold compassion for all of its beings. How much of that had been lost, he wondered as he looked down first at the child at his side and then swept his gaze back up to the stars.

“If I know anything about the Force,” he ventured tentatively, “then your old man understands. Wherever he is now.”

Had Han not been listening closely, he likely would have missed the next words, small as they were, their immense weight keeping them from ringing far.

“I know… I just really miss him…”

A sad smile tugged at the corners of Han's lips as he turned slightly and opened his arms. Luke finally accepted the unspoken offer, his hands clutching at the smuggler's jacket in desperate need for support, for any sort of hold in a galaxy that seemed bent on toppling him.

And so they sat, not speaking another word, merely seeking and lending strength, comfort. Once nothing but strangers. Now far more.

Cousins. Brothers.

Family.

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Why The Last Jedi Fails

I've debated whether it would be worth spending time writing this, as I know there are many critical takes out there about The Last Jedi. But I figure it's time to gather up all my critiques and criticisms of Star Wars Episode 8 and put them into one (hopefully) coherent post. Warning: I will be praising some parts of this film.

After I saw The Last Jedi opening night, my immediate reaction was that I loved it. It is a beautifully shot film with some great scenes. My initial trepidations were ones I've come to accept: Rey's parents are nobodies and Snoke was killed off without a backstory. However, in the hours after watching, my critical brain turned back on and started to dissect every other bit of the film. After seeing it a second time, the problems became more apparent.

Let's start with the film's greatest problem and a huge missed opportunity: Canto Bight. Everything surrounding this whole plot point and locale is misguided from the minute it's mentioned. It starts by wasting Maz Kanata, a potentially interesting character who is given little more than a cameo to send Finn and Rose off to the casino world. Even worse, Maz's short amount of screen time includes a dig at the prequels, when she dismisses any notion that they'd be interested in her union dispute. Here, we get some insight into how this film will approach politics in the Star Wars galaxy. But director Rian Johnson misdiagnoses what was wrong with the prequels. Space politics can be interesting! See: Star Wars Bloodline. Johnson's decision to shy away from it compounds the problems when they actually get to Canto Bight.

It all goes wrong from the moment they land. Literally. Finn and Rose "park" their ship in a spot they're not supposed to. Then they enter the casino, in what is apparently an homage to the cantina but on a grander scale. This diverse set of gamblers are apparently war profiteers, as is briefly mentioned. But their only interaction with any of them is when they are approached and arrested for parking illegally. Seriously.

In prison, they encounter DJ, who will eventually join them on their mission to disable the First Order's tracker. But first, they have to go back to the casino area and release enslaved creatures so they can trample and maim these profiteers we are told are bad. This is a very long sequence that ends with Finn saying how glad he was to hurt them. Huh? Hurt these people you don't know and haven't spoken to?

The entire Canto Bight subplot lacks any depth. It's completely superficial, and maybe that would've worked if they didn't spend so much of the movie there. But it ends up being a whole lot of time wasted on what amounts to finding a way to get DJ with Finn and Rose. This could've been so much better.

HOW TO IMPROVE CANTO BIGHT

Honestly, this should've been caught when someone was reading Johnson's drafts, because we're basically stuck with a chunk a TLJ that degrades it while simultaneously expanding its running time. But it could've been fixed, starting with Maz.

Instead of having Maz phone in her appearance, they should have met her on Canto Bight. Right there, we lose one prequel crack and give Lupita a slightly larger role. While there, they interact with these profiteers, engaging in a moral debate about the First Order vs. the Resistance, while finding out how the conflict is viewed through the galaxy. Were there a lot of systems missing the Empire? How do they feel about the New Republic's destruction? Eventually, that moral debate is what leads to fisticuffs and their subsequent imprisonment, as opposed to a parking ticket.

Johnson doesn't touch on any of this in TLJ. His take on the morality of the conflict is restricted to two lines involving DJ. First:

DJ: Good guys, bad guys, made-up words. Let's see who formerly owned this gorgeous hunk-uh. Ah, this guy was an arms dealer. Made his bank selling weapons to the bad guys. (Hologram shows a tie fighter.) Oh... And the good. (Hologram shows an x-wing.) Finn, let me learn you something big. It's all a machine, partner. Live free, don't join.

And second, when DJ betrays them:

DJ: They blow you up today, you can blow them up tomorrow. It's just business.

Finn: You're wrong.

DJ: Maybe.

This is the extent Johnson is willing to go when it comes to morality in the Star Wars universe, and it's just not enough. Either dig in or don't mention it. Short changing it is a disservice, but that's exactly what happens.

If the entire Canto Bight sequence was redone, it would not only be a better Star Wars movie, but a better movie in general. It doesn't have to be exactly as I think it should be, but it needs vast improvements. If Disney were to ever special edition the sequels, then Canto Bight should be singled out. And yes, I do think they should special edition them, along with the prequels. But that's for another time.

MOVING ON

The second greatest issue of The Last Jedi is how immensely it fails at being a sequel to The Force Awakens. I am undoubtedly biased when it comes to discussing TFA because JJ Abrams is one of my favorite directors and I absolutely loved his take on Star Wars. Now, one of JJ's favorite things to do is to approach plots as mystery boxes, whose contents are slowly revealed over the course of a TV series or movie. And don't say he didn't have any clue as to where TFA was going, as he had an outline prepared for the sequel, and an idea for who Rey's parents were. Along comes Rian Johnson, who, instead of opening that mystery box, takes a hammer to it.

So much of what is hinted at, left unsolved, or teased in TFA is either ignored, brushed aside, or poorly answered in TLJ. This is a problem. TLJ is supposed to be a direct sequel, not a spin-off or an unplanned continuation. When Yoda suggests there's another hope in Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi provides an answer to who that is. Imagine if it didn't. Well, I suppose you don't have to cause this basically happens with TLJ.

There was a lot of set up in TFA, but Johnson used TLJ to tear all of that up instead of building on it. Rey's lineage, strongly hinted to be significant through multiple scenes in TFA, is made to be meaningless in TLJ. Maz Kanata teased having a story about how she came to possess Anakin's lightsaber, but that's ignored in TLJ. Snoke is treated like a disposable villain, even though he somehow managed to stitch the Empire back together and tempt Ben Solo to the dark side. The Knights of Ren are mentioned in an offhand comment in TFA and are completely missing in TLJ. I could go on.

Okay, I will. Why would Luke leave a map for his friends to find him in TFA if he went to Ahch-To to die? And why did Luke leave it with Lor San Tekka? (Johnson's answer: stfu, Luke is emo now.)

The Last Jedi also feels like a smaller movie. There are two new locations introduced: Canto Bight and Crait. It revisits Ahch-To from TFA, and the rest takes place on ships. This is not necessarily a problem, except it fails to show both the dominance of the First Order and the scope of their battle with the Republic/Resistance. Star Wars is a big universe. Shouldn't it feel that way?

And then there's issues with some of the returning characters. Finn is tied down in the wasteful Canto Bight plot that doesn't do much for him. Leia spends most of the movie in a coma. Ackbar is murdered for no reason and with even less fanfare. Poe gets an expanded role, though somehow it doesn't lead to much character growth.

And I can't forget Phasma. A character with so much potential yet given such short shrift in both TFA and TLJ. She feels tacked on in this film, when she could've been given a meatier role given how underwhelming all of Johnson's original characters are. Which brings me to...

THE NEWBIES

The Empire Strikes Back introduced us to Yoda, Lando, and Boba Fett. The only memorable addition to The Last Jedi are the porgs.

Johnson gives us three new characters in TLJ: Admiral Holdo, DJ, and Rose. There isn't that much to say about them, because, well, they're not very memorable and they're certainly not iconic. Holdo is a one note character meant to serve as the adversary to Poe. Her entire role consists of antagonizing him and withholding information. She's much more interesting in Claudia Grey's novel, Leia: Princess of Alderaan.

I've already mentioned the role DJ plays during Benicio del Toro's criminally tiny amount of screen time, so that leaves Rose. She's...okay? Sticking her on Canto Bight certainly doesn't help her. The most memorable thing she does is interrupt Finn's suicide run and plant a kiss on him, both of which come from almost nowhere.

It really feels like these characters are underdeveloped and the actors are wasted in the roles, and that's a shame. But then, that's the story of the prequels as well. It's just that it was less surprising when George Lucas was doing it.

THE WORST MOMENT IN THE LAST JEDI

Luke Skywalker is far from the Luke we remember in RotJ. At least until the end of the film, when he leaves Ahch-To, joins Leia and the Resistance, and takes on Kylo Ren and the First Order on his own.

Except he didn't really leave Ahch-To, it's a Force projection, and the stress of creating it kills him. What?

Han Solo's death makes sense given his son's role in TFA. Luke Skywalker dies because Rian Johnson chose to kill him. There is not a single reason plot-wise for Luke to die in this movie. The Sequel Trilogy should not be about killing off a member of the original trio in each film. And it didn't have to be. What were they thinking?

When Carrie Fisher passed away, and it became clear Leia was not going to be in Episode 9, that should have convinced the powers that be to change the last three minutes of the film and allow Luke to live. Yes, he can return as a Force ghost, but that's not the same. They would've only had to cut Luke's disappearance and a line from Rey and BAM, Luke's still alive for Episode 9.

His meaningless and arbitrary death ruins this film. (And after they spent a whole film trying to find him, no less.)

THE GOOD

Now that I've rattled off some of the major flaws I perceived in TLJ, let me list some of the good.

The Yoda Scene: Easily the best moment of the film.

Luke tossing the lightsaber: A hilarious and unexpected moment before there were too many "hilarious" and unexpected moments.

Hux: The one minor TFA character Johnson does an excellent job with. He may be my favorite character in the film.

Rey and Ren: The development of their relationship is the strongest element of TLJ.

The Caretakers: See Damon Lindelof's Instagram.

The Porgs: Adorable pests/wookie-fodder.

Luke flashbacks: We needed more of these.

Artoo: BB-8 is stealing his thunder, but he can still get in a cheap shot.

Threepio: He's also in this film.

Praetorian Guards: That's some good lightsaberin'.

The Cinematography: Seriously, this movie is gorgeous.

It feels like a Star Wars movie (minus one ridiculous ironing scene).

FAILURE

Yoda tells Luke how failure is the greatest teacher, laying out one of the themes of this film. The other, a quote played over numerous TLJ trailers, is "Let the past die. Kill it, if you have to." Let's explore.

Weeks before Max Landis disappeared from Twitter following sexual harassment allegations, he described how every character in this movie fails:

REY - Turn Kylo - Fails KYLO - Turn Rey - Fails FINN - Turn off tracker - Fails POE - Save Revel Fleet - Fails SNOKE - Kill Rey - Fails LUKE - Train Rey - Fails HUX - Usurp power - Fails LEIA - Escape - Mostly Fails ROSE TICO - Turn of tracker - Fails HOLDO - Evacuate to Planet Secretly - Fails

That's a lot of failure. Ironically, you can add one more:

RIAN JOHNSON - Make a great Star Wars film - Fails

But this theme is not why TLJ doesn't work. It's the other one that drags it down. The whole idea to let the past die. If this was Episode 9, and Disney was about to start fresh with a new series of Star Wars films, perhaps it would work. But this is the middle chapter. The past, especially TFA, should not be killed. It should define the entire Sequel Trilogy.

After all, this is a culmination of everything in the OT and PT. The First Order is born from the Empire. The Resistance is born from the Rebellion (and then turned back into the Rebellion? Guess you can't let the entire past die, huh?) Most of the characters come from other movies. This is their last time to shine.

Johnson subverts expectations too many times in TLJ. It works at first, with Luke tossing the lightsaber, but by the end, it has become trite. Rey's parents are nobodies. Snoke's dead. Luke's dead. The entire Resistance can fit on the Millennium Falcon. (And Kylo Ren’s awesome mask is wrecked.) He's killed the past without building anything for the future. That's left to JJ in the single remaining film in the trilogy. Come on!

The Last Jedi is so polarizing because there’s so much to nitpick, whereas The Force Awakens mainly had only one general complaint leveled against it (it was too much like A New Hope). One fan may be okay with Leia's Mary Poppins scene, while also despising how Luke became a cranky hermit. Each potential negative has to be overlooked to come out of it with a positive view, but it’s a lot easier to focus and harp on the negatives. And that's what's happened online, and, yes, in this post. Also, killing off Luke for no reason was dumb.

Before I go, I want to mention how overrated Looper was. Interesting concept, but it falls apart at the farm. And they gave that director a Star Wars film, while taking one away from the guys who did the Jump Street movies and The Lego Movie. Sigh.

If JJ sticks the landing with Episode 9 and churns out a terrific film, perhaps TLJ can be viewed in a new light. And opinions do change over the years. But even though Revenge of the Sith was pretty good, no one looks back fondly at the prequel trilogy.

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I don’t normally write things like this, but I’ve had this idea come to mind and I decided to put it together and had to share it. I hope you all enjoy, it’s sort of an AU for TLJ and the ending of TFA! This is dedicated to @littlekylo as well as @reyahsokas :)

❝WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, I BELIEVE THAT.❞

It was all happening so fast. The straining in her neck from yelling, the feeling of her veins wanting to pop out from all the pressure she had been putting on her body. Rey had never used the Force to this extent before. It was flowing freely through her veins, working its way to her fingertips as she reached out. It was almost like on Starkiller base when she put her full attention on Anakin’s, Luke’s… Her lightsaber.

The weapon was straining, too; shaking in the thin air, bouncing between the two. Ren, Rey, Ren, Rey, Ren, Rey. It was as if the lightsaber, itself, couldn’t decide on whose hand it should land on. Should it be the supposed rightful heir? The grandson of Anakin Skywalker? Or should it be to the Scavenger… The Jedi, the pupil to Luke Skywalker? The one that had wielded it to protect her best friend—Finn.

Watching as the lightsaber vibrated before her, the sound of a painful crack! tore into her sound barriers. It happened so quickly, yet, so slowly… The lightsaber split in two. The blue Kyber crystal that powered it being apparent, swipping the two Force users off of their feet.

Landing harshly on her back, Rey took in deep breaths. Her mind was fuzzy and the sounds of the Supremacy aching and burning were muffled. Blinking rapidly, Rey turned on her side. In the distance, Kylo Ren lied, unconscious and completely blacked out. Forcing herself to her feet, nearly stumbling along the way, Rey panted. Her eyes landed on the distressed lightsaber, lying on the floor… But, something was wrong. One piece was on the ground. Where had the other gone? Narrowing her eyebrows, she hadn’t realized her hand was occupied until she looked down and saw the piece of metal she had been holding.

The lightsaber wanted to go to her.

It was meant for her hands.

But, with the strength and power Kylo Ren had. With the experience in Force training within him, he nearly had it. He almost had it. But, it never went to him.

Rushing over to the piece of lightsaber on the ground, crouching before it and eyeing the crystal end in her hand, Rey suddenly felt something within the Force. A presence. A strong one. “It calls to you…” A voice softly spoke from behind. Almost ghostly. “It is yours to take. Use the crystal. Why else would it have landed in your hand?” Lifting her focus, searching around and seeing no one—no one but Snoke’s mangled corpse amongst the Praetorian Guard’s, and Kylo’s motionless body—Rey picked it up. “Go. They need you.” Standing up and backing from her spot, Rey eyed the Throne Room for an exit, knowing very well her only way out was the same elevator she came in.

In the far distance, somewhere in that same spot in the galaxy, was a life force she hadn’t felt in days. One that brought pure happiness to her. He was alive. He was breathing. And he was out there, doing something—for the Resistance? It must’ve been. Finn had awoken from his ‘deep sleep’, one caused by the man she was so close to forgiving for the sake of the betterment of the galaxy.

She had faith in Ben Solo, she had faith in everyone, Rey held her hope high. Especially if that meant bringing a balance to the Force. If it meant saving and protecting the Resistance… If it meant making Leia happy and bringing Luke home, once and for all.

Chewie… She thought, her voice reaching out.

Hordes of Stormtroopers and First Order officers rushed by. Panic, grief, fear… Desperation. It was all felt. They were afraid. Why wouldn’t they be? She hadn’t realized it, but the vessel she was now standing on had split in two. Rey felt a disturbance amongst the skeleton of the ship, but, she hadn’t paid it any mind. She confused it for the pure disturbance in the Force from the splitting of the lightsaber.

Watching as everyone passed her by in a heap, Rey made her way to the hangar, spotting the familiar garbage of a ship—the Millennium Falcon. Hearing a roar in the distance as Chewie called out, Rey ran as fast as she could, all the way over to the ramp. Just about to make her way up, she only slowed down and looked over her shoulder.

She felt him again. Finn. And he was closer than she thought.

“Finn…” She softly spoke, eyebrows softening as her heart skipped a beat. She prayed to the stars that he wasn’t there. That he wasn’t in danger. The last thing she needed was losing him, and this time, for good.

Hearing Chewie roar again, Rey snapped out of her thoughts and gave him a nod before running up. “We need to follow the beacon! We have to help the Resistance!” She called out to Chewie as he howled in response. “I will take the… What the—“ Seeing the native species she recognized from Ahch-To flying around, a few nestled as others sat and eyed her, Chewie sighed in response. “Right…” She said back to him. “I will take the gunner…” At that, she climbed down the ladder as Chewie was quick to bring them to their destination.

A white plane caught her attention, hints of red filling the tint. The planet of Crait. It all happened in a flash, zooming through the battle, helping defend the Resistance and chasing off the pesky TIE Fighters. She could feel the Rebels stress, their worry. How would they find their way out? In what way will they escape when the First Order was standing right there, before them, trying to force their way in?

Out back. Around the mountains. Of course! There had to be a way out, there couldn’t only be one way in.

Rushing up to the canopy and helping Chewie with the panel, the two followed the beacon and where it was moving. Soon, an array of creatures caught her attention. They shinned in the sunlight, bodies made of… crystal? Whatever they may be, they were coming out from somewhere. And that was their way in. “There, land there.” Rey pointed as Chewie instantly did so.

Sprinting through the dark halls created within the cave, footsteps following all around him, Finn followed Poe closely behind until they reached a dead end. Standing there, blinking and eyeing the pile of rocks, Finn shook his head. This wasn’t their end. This wasn’t how the Resistance would die. The First Order was not going to win and Finn was not going to give up on finding Rey. He need her. He had to see her again. She had become his everything in such a short span of time when he had nothing.

Sucking in a small breath and shutting his eyes for a moment, reaching out to that hope he knew he needed for them to fight on and make it out alive, the rubble began to shake. The clacking of rocks meeting caused his eyes to open. Seeing the debris fall apart and clear the path, everyone rushed forward as he stood behind. The white light that nearly blinded him began to fade as he then stepped forward.

Like an angel descending from the heavens, there she stood in all her glory… Rey.

Like the sun, waiting to rise to shine light on the darkness, there he stood in all his might… Finn.

Everything around the two fell quiet, no one else was around—it felt like it was just them two. No one else in the galaxy seemed to matter (well, the Resistance did) but in that very moment, where two friends—lovers?—finally saw each other after what felt like so long, it was just them.

Wasting no time, Finn rushed forward with a racing heart and a mind full of I love you’s.

Standing there and watching him, a smile grew on Rey’s lips. We’ll see each other again, I believe that. Her own words rang within her head. There he was, the one person she trusted more than anyone or anything else, Finn nearly tackled her in a hug as she stood there with arms wide open.

Fluttering her eyes open the moment Finn fell into her arms, Rey took in a deep breath. She had been dreaming. Losing Luke, seeing the Resistance dwindle… All of it, it was all a fantasy.

“Rey?” The gentle voice spoke up as she lifted her head. She had fallen asleep in a chair, just by Finn’s bedside, waiting for him to recover. “Rey…” Looking up and seeing Finn, eyes hooded and speaking with a scratchy voice, Rey smiled—a genuine one, one straight from the heart.

“Finn…” She softly responded, heart fluttering at the sight. He was awake and he was okay. He was back and he was there before her. No one could take her precious Finn from her.

Rey reached out, quicker than a speeder racing, and held Finn to her.

“It’s good to see you, Finn.” A voice sounded from behind Rey, the two looking over and seeing Leia, a sweet smile on her lips. “A speedy recovery, much quicker than expected…” Leia nodded. “I’m sure you’re happy.” With a grin and a shift of her eyes, Rey lifted her eyebrows as her cheeks tinted a shade of red.

Looking over at Rey, smiling at the sight of her blushing, Finn reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder as she looked up, giving him a smile that had reached her eyes. “Very happy.” Rey nodded.

“I have a mission for the two of you, but, before that… I need to speak to you.” Leia said before directing her last words to Rey.

“Here? Now?” She asked, almost as if afraid to leave Finn’s presence right when she had just gained him back.

And, by the look in Rey’s eyes, Leia let out a small sigh.

“Yes, but, Finn can stay. I know you trust him more than anyone else.” Seeing the slump of Rey’s shoulders when she sighed in relief, Leia grabbed a seat and sat before Rey, reaching for her hand and holding it within her own.

Tears began to form in her eyes the moment their hands connected. She hadn’t gotten a good look at Rey until now. The beauty she held, the softness within her heart… The sharpness that surrounded her soul. She was a protector. A fighter. A warrior and survivor.

She was exactly what Leia expected her to be.

Shutting her eyes for a moment and breathing in, feeling the Force wound around her, intertwining her own with Reys, Leia sucked in a breath.

It was her.

She knew it.

She felt it.

And just by looking into Rey’s green eyes, eyes much like her beloved Han, Leia smiled. “It’s been so long…” She started as a small tilt took on Rey’s head. “But, to see you, here… Now… Before me. I never expected this to happen. Not for so long. Yet, here you are. Right before my eyes…” Nearly choking on her words, Leia sucked in a breath.

Looking deeply into Leia’s eyes, a pang was suddenly felt in Rey’s heart. She knew, she could tell what Leia wanted to say. She could feel it coming. This was what she waited for… for so long.

Shifting his eyes between the two, Finn’s heart skipped a beat. What Rey had been waiting for, what she longed for on Jakku, was right there before her eyes. Seated on the chair just ahead of her.

“It’s good to have you home.” Leia nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek. She may have lost her husband to death and her son to the darkness, but, she found the other half of her heart. Her daughter. “I’m—“

Shaking her head, Rey tightened her grip around Leia’s hand.

Taking in a deep breath, Leia nodded. “In the wake of Han’s death, I wanted to give you something… Something you may have noticed before but possibly never paid any attention to.” Leia chuckled, pulling out something from her pocket. Gold dice. “Keep it close to you on your upcoming journey. I know you’ve kept the blaster he had given you, he told me… I see it.” Leia nudged her head over to the holster that held the silver blaster. “But, this… This, I give to you as a good luck charm.”

Taking the golden dice in her palm, Rey looked back up at Leia. She could see the raw emotions in Leia’s eyes, the way she held back so much. Losing her husband, not having her son back in her arms… Yet, she gained her daughter. Her last bit of hope. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to express and share, but Rey only stood up as Leia lifted her head.

“Now I have more of a reason to bring Luke home.” Rey softly spoke. “A reason to come back to you.” Nodding her head, Leia smiled.

Wiping her cheek from the free falling tear, Leia stood up as well and had let go of Rey’s hand before placing her own on her cheek. “Bring Luke home.” She nodded as Rey nodded back. “I will be waiting for both of your returns, I have so much to tell you.” Leia smiled as Rey softly chuckled. Lowering her hand from Rey’s cheek, Leia turned and eyed her surroundings. “Someone get the man his clothes, he’s got a big mission to go on with his girlfriend.” Leia teased as both Finn and Rey blushed. Turning and looking over, Leia winked. “May the Force be with you two, always.”

Exchanging looks, Finn and Rey took in deep breaths before nodding. Their journey was only just beginning.

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