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Stand By Me — Florence + The Machine

dragonhoardsbookz:

(Song is here)

The Fall –

“They are gone” were Aayla’s first words when
she woke up, still feverish, blindly stretching out her hand, “They are all
gone!”

“Aayla?” Bly abandoned the stew he was cooking
and hurried to her side. He took her still flailing hand. “Aayla, my love, I’m
here. You’re not alone.”

“Bly.” The whisper was almost inaudible,
sounding small and frightened. Then her grip strengthened and she stared
directly into his eyes, pleadingly. “Please don’t leave, please! I don’t want
to be alone, please!”

And the fever dragged her back under.

Bly clung to her hand, watching the unconscious
Jedi almost reverently. “I won’t, I promise. I’ll never leave you.”

Year 1 –

They kept hidden, flitting from planet to
planet, never staying for more than a few days, until they settled on Kintan.

“Do you remember what we used to say?” Bly
asked Aayla, “What’d we do after the war?”

Aayla stretched out next to him. They watched
the sun set after another day of hard work, staying alive and keeping hidden. After
a while, she replied, her voice melancholic. “After the war, we’ll say our vows.
We’ll be together and we’ll be at peace.”

She let out a sound, half derisive snort and
half desperate sob. “Such dreamers we were.”

Bly turned away from the sun to look at her. “Well,
we’re here now. The war is over for us and we’re still together. Who’s stopping
us from saying them now?”

Aayla met his eyes. “How is it, Bly, that you
always find a light to shine on me?”

Year 4 –

“The pregnancy could kill you”, the doctor told
her. Aayla looked at Bly, here was the future in shining colors, and it might
mean her end anyway. She had never fully recovered from Order 66, and Bly’s
face showed the first signs of his accelerated aging. In his eyes she could see
the same determination she felt herself, and unending love, deep and calm.
Speaking without words, they reached a decision.

“We’re both living on borrowed time, anyway.”
Bly said. And in his heart, he knew that Aayla wouldn’t leave him, wouldn’t
leave their child, especially not because of a lack of medical supplies and
trained healers.

Year 6 –

Aayla meditated, sitting in front of their
little hut, facing the morning sun. She drew strength from the earth, chasing
away the aching and weakness that plagued her every day. But the bright
giggling and Bly’s deeper chuckles made it all worth it. She would do it all a
thousand times over, if it meant this bright spark of happiness in her life.

She settled deeper into the Force, and then she
noticed it. There was a mind there, quietly searching. Aayla shied away, was
this a new trick of the Sith? But the other mind was Light, and such things are
not easily faked. Aayla stretched out again, and their minds connected.

Hello? The voice was female, and sounded
young. But powerful, unassuming and forceful like a deep river. The presence
flitted this way and that, as if searching for something, until recognition
filled the Force. You are Master Secura.
I’m so glad to find you alive.

I haven’t been addressed
this way in six years. Aayla replied. Who are you?

My name is Naruhir,
Master. I was Padawan to Jocasta Nu, until…you know. Aayla felt shocked. She didn’t know
anyone escaped the slaughter.

How did you live? Are
there others? She
asked, excited, almost desperate. While she would part from Bly for the world,
or leave her son behind, she needed to know if any part of her family still
ived.

We hid in the Below,
Padawans and Initiates. Not all of us, but a fair bit, and we’re still around.
I’m pleased to report, Master, that the Jedi Order is still around and
operational. Even though our actions are quite different now, by necessity. We
keep separate, never meet for long, or at the same time, with the same people.
Predictability will get you killed, these days. But one meeting is coming up
soon, and we’d be pleased if you joined us.

Aayla felt exhilarated as information filled
her mind, where, when, how to recognize them.

She stood up, turned and found Bly waiting in
the doorway, Quin on his arm. And suddenly Aayla wasn’t sure. Could she ask her
husband to come with her? To fight again?

“I can hear you overthinking from here”, Bly
said dryly. “Whatever it is, my love, I’ll stand by you. Never fear.”

pandora15:

Whumptober Day 3 Prompt: Insomnia

Master Kenobi trailed off mid-sentence, and Ahsoka looked up from the holotable.

“General?” Commander Cody asked, eyebrows furrowed.

Obi-Wan shook his head.  “Sorry,” he said.  “As I was saying, Anakin will meet us at the rendezvous point.  From there, it’s just a matter of getting the–” He cut himself off with a jaw-cracking yawn.

“Getting the supplies to the city?” Ahsoka supplied, and Obi-Wan nodded and rubbed at his eyes blearily.

“We’ll be planetside in about two hours,” Commander Cody said before Obi-Wan could continue.  “Be ready for landing at 0300.  Dismissed.”

One by one, the clones filed out, leaving Cody and Ahsoka with Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan smiled then pulled himself to his feet.  “I’ll have to contact the Council with the updates to the mission,” he explained, and began to walk away.

“You did that already, sir,” Cody said, frown deepening.

Obi-Wan paused.  “I did?” he asked slowly.  He blinked a few times and turned to Ahsoka.  “Right, I remember.”

Somehow, Ahsoka doubted that.

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inkskinned:

before he sells the beans to jack, he is born in a house that smells of ceder.

his name is Tiffany. a bold bright name. a stardust name. a girl name. but he is not a girl. he knows this, even if others don’t. his mother puts him in dresses, teaches him how to sew, chastises him when he lets his voice get low.

“my great-aunt’s friend’s sister,” says his mother, with her red lips tight, “once knew these girls that spoke and diamonds came out of their mouths. you know what happened to the nasty one? she got toads. that’s your future if you don’t figure out how to be a nice little girl.”

so he speaks gently. but the whole time he is wondering: who gave them the language of gems. who gave them the language that rolled out of them. it must be magic. and if there is magic, maybe there is hope for him.

he takes off in a dark night. a sad night. one where the fire was too low and he was sick of mirrors. he leaves his mother a note: gone to find where the gems grow. 

in the black woods, he cuts off his hair. wears his father’s clothes. feels, at last, whole. runs and runs and runs until his air comes out in a wheeze. walks for weeks and weeks.

he finds the old woman carrying water. she is ugly, her mouth all twisted angry. but she carries the water alone. 

the boy does not have much. but he has shoulders. a good back. hands that work. when he takes her burden, she says, “thank you, young man.” and he smiles at her, but doesn’t say anything.

her house is damp. she feeds him stew, apologizes. says she used to make lovely foods but the price of milk and eggs got far too high. she says: if you carry my water for five weeks, i will give you something special. and he agrees.

she talks for him. spends a lot of time telling him of people he never met. girls with lips blood red. girls with white fairy dresses. boys who fell in love with swans. 

the boy says little. just nods. sleeps on the floor of her empty barn. when she’s not looking, he darns her clothes for her, keeps the floors swept, fills the lanterns with oil, makes her a blanket for the coming winter. 

on the end of the fifth week, she gives him the beans. tells him that they have been passed down in her family, that this was her portion. she says that she is too old now for such adventures. that she hears the beans will bring treasure. fortune. all the things of greed. she says: i will give them to you, for what you have done to me.

in the morning, he takes off. he feels the weight of them in his pocket. he thinks of the old woman and the stories and the sight of her tired hands. he stands in the market for a long time, unspeaking, simply staring at the cobblestones beneath him.

jack’s voice is the last call in the evening. a beautiful cow, young and thick and healthy. 

the boy has no money. he bounces the magic bean in his pocket, and thinks of treasures. 

“wait,” he says. 

jack turns. 

transaction complete: one cow for a handful of magic beans. the boy walks the cow home to the old woman, gets there in the morning. they are both very tired. he falls asleep beside the beast in the hay. dreams of the foods the old woman can cook now that she can get milk.

when he wakes up, he is changed. it is as if he simply turned into who he was made to be. not a new body. familiar. the body he could always see.

the old woman stands at the door of his barn. she says, “good morning,” and then she says a new word. a word he’s never heard. a name. his name. a boy name. 

he repeats it. it is a jewel in his mouth, so he says it again. another diamond.

“time to fetch water,” she says, winking. the whole way, he whispers his name. it never quite tastes the same, always beautiful, always a fine thing, always his. the something special he was lacking.

in the back of his pocket, there is one last magic bean. he will fetch the water and plant it. and he will carry that old woman to the castles she has never seen.

In Your Body

ao3feed-quiobi:

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Fractures lie hidden where we least expect them

Words: 1236, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

from AO3 works tagged ‘Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi’ https://ift.tt/2NCN19l

In Your Body

Obi-Wan, the ladies, kink meme

gabriel4sam:

Once, a little eternity ago, I decided to do some writing meme about Obi-Wan and ladies, explicit, because three quarters of explicit fics in F/M + Obi-Wan are in fact Obikin with past Padmé/Anakin. (Not that I dislike Padmé/Anakin, but that wasn’t what I was looking for)

I’m not taking more prompts on this theme, since I have quite a bunch of other things to finish, but I thought I would make a list of  the stories. 

And it’s finally done!

Mon Mothma/Obi-Wan, Inappropriate use of the Force in public

Asajj Ventress/Obi-Wan, dirty talk

Satine Kryze/Obi-Wan, special outfit

Luminara Unduli/Obi-Wan, comm sex

Anilleen Calwell/Obi-Wan, first time

Siri Tachi/Obi-Wan, first time

The Daughter/Obi-Wan, first time

And a whole other bunch of Satine/Obi-Wan, that form a story together, public place, Oral sex, lazy morning sex

The Sand Shovel Talk

shadowmaat:

I’ve been thinking about @transboba‘s earlier post about the Shovel Talk and how fans invariably have Jedi threatening clones over their involvement with their Generals (or a General) and how toxic and terrible it is. I decided to take a crack at it, myself… sort of.

The only “meaty” Codywan fic I have is Hot for Teacher, which is AU in various significant ways and also really more fluff than meat. It also involves a small horde of Jedi younglings who love their crechemaster AND all the clones he managed to bring home with him, so I present: The Sand Shovel Talk.

Obi-Wan stepped into the creche, tea in hand, and knew something was wrong. Gurrcat Clan were all present and accounted for… and sitting very quietly on the Sharing Rug. Staring at him.

“Ah… good morning, everyone,” he said, trying to remember if Master Thoor had mentioned any trouble during the overnight shift.

“Good morning, Master Obi,” the children said in unison.

He set his tea on a shelf and tried to will his skin to stop prickling.

“How is everyone feeling today?”

“Master Obi?” Rana stood, folding her arms over her chest. “We need to talk.”

The faint buzz of the Duros’s voice managed to sound ominous.

“Very well.” He walked over to the Sharing Rug and sat facing the younglings, allowing Rana the high ground. “What seems to be the problem?”

Rana glanced back at the group. Keeku raised a shaking hand.

“Um?”

“Yes, Keeku?” He smiled to reassure her. And maybe reassure himself, too. Ariela nudged her.

“Um, we know you, um, like Commander Cody? Um?” Her fingers rubbed at her snout.

Obi-Wan knew he was blushing and could do nothing to stop it. The younglings had them figured out before he and Cody had even sorted out their own feelings for each other, but he’d thought they approved.

“If you’re worried that my time with Cody will mean time away from you…”

Keeku was shaking her head back and forth.

“That isn’t it,” Rana said, shifting from foot to foot. She took a couple of steps back and sat down between Nolaa and Ilar, her arms still crossed.

Snowy’s voice rumbled from the back, her translator picking up for her.

“We like Cody,” she said.

“We like all the troopers,” Ariela added.

“We don’t want him to get hurt,” Snowy continued.

Obi-Wan blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Remember how Azi and Mur were best friends forever?” Jenec picked up the thread of whatever the younglings were trying to tell him. “Only then Azi decided he liked Tomla better so he stopped hanging out with Mur?”

Mur sniffled, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her robe. “He never said what I did wrong!”

Azi and Tomla were from Clawmouse Clan. Mur had been inconsolable for days after Azi stopped talking to her.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Obi-Wan pulled a tissue from his pocket and floated it over to her. “Sometimes people just grow apart. It doesn’t have to be because of anything.”

“Exactly!” Jenec wrapped an arm around Mur’s shoulders and kissed her cheek.

“Obi-Wan put the pieces together quickly. “You’re afraid that Cody and I might grow apart.”

“And then Cody will be sad,” Rana said. Her red eyes narrowed at him. “We don’t want Cody to be sad.”

“We don’t want any of them to be sad,” Ariela murmured.

“And we don’t want him to go away forever because of it!” Helt tried to copy Rana’s pose but had to settle for simply holding his upper smaller hand. The lower set crossed just fine and he did his best to glare.

Obi-Wan bit down on a smile. Their protectiveness of Cody was charming, if somewhat misplaced.

“If you hurt him we’ll never talk to you again!” Wesk threatened, wrinkling his snout.

“Yeah!” The others chorused.

“And we won’t do our chores!” Ilar said.

This was met with even more enthusiasm. Obi-Wan covered his mouth and tried to think of a way to reassure them.

“And Archix Clan, too!” Keeku piped up, her voice a little muffled by the fingers covering her mouth.

Obi-Wan took a deep, centering breath before he spoke.

“You’re right to be concerned,” he said. “As Mur knows, sometimes friendships don’t always last, no matter how much one or both- or several- people might wish it otherwise.” He rested his hands on his knees in a meditation pose. Several of the younglings automatically shifted to copy him.

“But I can assure you that I would never willingly hurt Cody or his feelings. Or any of the other troopers,” he added, smiling at Ariela. “If things between us don’t wind up working out-” His chest clenched at the thought. “-we’ll make sure to talk things through first. And I promise that Cody and his men won’t be going anywhere. They’re here to stay.”

Cheers and a few relieved sighs greeted this pronouncement and then Obi-Wan found himself buried in an onslaught of younglings. It was a laughing, happy snuggle pile, though he still caught Mur’s muttered warning.

“If you ever do hurt him, though, I’m gonna bite you!”

He felt a mouth briefly close over his wrist before releasing him. Cody would be honored (and perhaps a little embarrassed) to have such stalwart defenders and Obi-Wan hoped he never did anything to earn their wrath. 

Baby It’s Cold Outside – jynx

bluemaskedkarma:

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) – All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/CT-7567 | Rex
Characters: CT-7567 | Rex, Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-27-5555 | Fives | ARC-5555, CT-6116 | Kix
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Siblings, 90s Popculture Reference, Rex is a good boyfriend
Series: Part 8 of A Loving Heart is the Truest Wisdom
Summary:

It’s cold and wet and Obi-Wan loves the fact that his boyfriend is essentially a living heater.

Happy (belated) birthday, @dharmaavocado!!

Baby It’s Cold Outside – jynx