As expected, the work week kinda kicked my butt when it came to writing, but I’ll catch up!
Rating: T
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Anakin is…lost. Well, no, he’s technically not lost, he’s in a little nook on the Vigilance, a charging station for cleaning droids that’s currently not being used. But it gets him out of easy sight in the corridors, and he doubts anyone will look for him here. As far as he knows Ahsoka is in her own quarters, and Obi-Wan is on the bridge.
(Does the man ever sleep? He must do so at some point, right? Come to think of it, Anakin hasn’t actually seen him so much as nap since the clone wars started.)
He’s shoved himself back into the niche in the wall, kneeling with his hands folded in his lap and his back held rigidly straight. The posture is difficult to hold, and his muscles have started to quiver with the strain. It’s submissive, it’s controlled, and he can’t seem to bring himself to break it. How long has he been out here? Hours? Something like that. It’s a long trip back to Coruscant, and he’s planning to spend it all just like this. The ache in his knees and his back are just enough to make it impossible for him to think.
20 Days of Obikin Challenge, Day 2: “Hold me, just for a bit, okay?”
2 for 2! But now it’s my work week so the momentum may be hard to keep up.
Rating: T
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This is a bad idea. This is a very bad idea. Which is honestly a thought Obi-Wan has frequently around Anakin. But this might break some kind of record. They’re in the middle of both the 212th and 501st, separated from several hundred clones by nothing but too-thin cloth. Anyone could walk in at any point. In fact, people are in and out all the time, updating the Generals to every development in their little corner of Outer Rim hell.
20 Days of Obikin Challenge Day 1: “I’ve got you. Breathe, okay? I’ve got you.”
Well lets see how many of these I can actually get out in the 20 days! This’ll be good for me. Read on AO3 or below on tumblr!
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There are times when it’s clear Anakin Skywalker isn’t completely human.
Obi-Wan’s fairly certain that the only people who have really noticed are himself, Ahsoka, and a few of the clones of the 501st. No one else gets so close to Anakin in battle, close enough to see the way his pupils blow out and his breath slows until it’s barely there and he moves like he’s only barely tethered to reality. Like with the slightest push he’d lose himself to the Force that wraps around him like a cyclone, dragging in the eyes of every creature that’s even the slightest bit sensitive.
Presenting, only a few weeks late, my piece for @voltronrarepairbang, Starcrossed! Illustrated by the gorgeously talented @agitatedpigeon! Reblog the art from them here!
Ship: Pidge/Lance Rating: T Tags: Soulmate AU, canon compliant, trans girl Pidge, she/her pronouns for Pidge, trans boy Keith, background Shiro/Keith Words: 8469
Summary: There are lots of reasons finding your soulmate wouldn’t be as happy as it is in fairytales. But could anything be worse than finding your soulmate and not being able to tell them who you are?
Warnings for canon character death and description of beginnings of an anxiety/panic attack. Also fluff and kisses and Jedi learning to not be emotionally constipated all the freakin time.
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The whole thing stems from an innocent moment of sibling pettiness. On one of the infrequent times that both Ahsoka and Miara have managed leave simultaneously, Miara manages to dig out several old holos of Kaeden as a toddler. It results in a chase around the living room and a friendly, slightly vicious wrestling match on the floor of Kaeden’s hallway. While her girlfriend grinds her sister’s face into the carpet Ahsoka flips through the data disc, enraptured.
“This one is good, Miara, thank you,” she calls, waving a particularly fetching one of Kaeden sucking on her tiny fist and drooling down the front of a lothcat-themed fleece shirt.
The noise from the hallway was probably a ‘you’re welcome,’ though it’s hard to tell through the flooring. Kaeden abandons her sister after doing something that draws out a squeal, returning to the couch and swinging her legs over Ahsoka’s lap. “You know, you have to show me baby holos of you now. That’s how this relationship thing works.”
“I don’t think there are any holos of me before the war and you’ve seen all of the ones on the holonet,” Ahsoka says absently, flicking to the next one and smiling at Kaeden’s toothless grin down at a man who must be her father.
“Aw, no fair,” Kaeden teases, reaching up to grab one of her still-growing montrals and gently shaking her head back and forth. “I wanna see holos of stubby-headed little ‘Soka!”
Alex prompted me “Person A feels someone touch their back. Person B is on the other side of the room.” I don’t think she expected me to go 100% pure distilled shmoop. (This tag was looking slow. Help me out with prompts so I can fill it with space lesbians!)
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The first touch against her back is light, barely there. After looking up and spotting Ahsoka on the other side of the room, Kaeden puts it down to her imagination and goes back to her work.
The next one is much more distinct, trailing from her spine around the curve of her ribs, making her shiver. A glance reveals that Ahsoka hasn’t budged, and Kaeden frowns as she twists around in her seat. Nope, her back is still to the wall, and the little house is still empty besides the two of them.
As she turns back around she catches a glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye. Ahsoka’s finger had twitched, barely there, and there’s a light caress against Kaeden’s neck.
Right. That’s it.
She sets aside the coded message she’d been decrypting and gets up. Ahsoka doesn’t even pretend to be sorry, opening her arms for her girlfriend and pressing a kiss to the junction of neck and shoulder.
“This is what I get for falling for a Jedi, isn’t it?” Kaeden says, laughing lightly, leaning to try to catch Ahsoka’s lips with her own.
“Mm.” Ahsoka tucks her head, careful of her montrals as she noses under the collar of Kaeden’s shirt. “I am, very definitely, not a Jedi anymore.“
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