Feb 9, 2024
Agape, unconditional love born out of compassion for your fellow sentient beings.
For @starwarsalltypesoflove, in honor of @amarcia 's ocs, whom I love with all my heart.
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Agape, unconditional love born out of compassion for your fellow sentient beings.
For @starwarsalltypesoflove, in honor of @amarcia 's ocs, whom I love with all my heart.
Post-Mission Support
Sometimes, after a bad mission, the best thing to do is to seek out friends who understand. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Write a ficlet" and @starwarsalltypesoflove week - Prompt: "Pragma"
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It wasn’t a premonition that had Mace getting out the tea kettle, but the Force likely did aid him in the timing, as he was just taking it off the heat as the door to his quarters slid open, and Qui-Gon walked in and sank onto one of the round cushions.
Mace didn’t ask if it had been a rough mission; it was obvious in the tenseness of the Force pulled around Qui-Gon, and in the weariness spilling out. It took a lot to rattle Qui-Gon, but Mace knew that he’d get the full details when he and Obi-Wan gave their mission report.
For now, tea.
He offered a cup to Qui-Gon, who accepted it with wordless gratitude, before sitting down with his own cup. For a few moments they sat in steady silence, Qui-Gon’s tension slowly easing.
“I told the Council that this mission was ill-advised,” he said, eventually.
“You did,” Mace agreed. “But it had to happen, and there is no other pair of Jedi who could have handled it better.”
“You haven’t heard our mission report yet.”
“It won’t change my opinion in that regard.”
Qui-Gon lifted his cup and drank from it, before exhaling softly.
“Obi-Wan handled himself well,” he conceeded. “And we did what we could.”
“That’s all anyone can ask.”
Qui-Gon smiled. “Bold words from you, my friend. How often have I had to remind you of the same? And I’m sure if I asked Yoda, he could name many times more.”
It was true. One’s efforts never felt like enough, sometimes, when missions went south. The trap of self-recrimination was a difficult one to escape – at least on one’s own. That was why these moments shared over tea in the aftermath were so valuable.
“And Obi-Wan?” Mace asked, after a hum of agreement.
“With his own friends,” Qui-Gon said. “They’re what he needs right now.”
Mace understood that as well – after all, he and Qui-Gon had done the same, as padawans. There were times when you confided in your master, and there were times when you confided in your peers.
There was no shortage of people to turn to, in the Temple. Everyone needed support, and everyone offered it. Their shared duty and calling, and both the joy and hardship that came with it, was something they all understood.
And so they took these quiet moments together, to center themselves, and go back out into the world, ready to face its ills again – but never alone.
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Extracurricular Officer Training
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-1010 | Fox & Clone Commander Thorn Characters: CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Commander Thorn (Star Wars), Grizzer the Massiff (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Theft, Bonding, THE START OF A BEAUTIFUL PARTNERSHIP, fox's adventures in crime on coruscant, Breaking and Entering, space dogs, cops doing cop things. like stealing Summary:
He didn’t have to wait long. The even click-thud of Lieutenant Thorn’s stride emerged from the mess, just as the lieutenant himself passed the hall. Fox reached out and snagged his pauldron.
Thorn twitched violently and then whirled around, one hand dropping to his blaster but the other rising in a neat salute. “Commander! Hi! I mean hello! Um. Hello, sir.”
Hm. Thorn was getting used to him.
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Fox enlists Thorn's help with an errand.
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This is a recent fic I’m posting for @starwarsalltypesoflove week long celebration! It’s a messy mix of like three different kinds of love that Fox is not happy to be feeling for his troops, lol.
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Chapters: 1/7 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren
When Sabine Wren and Shin Hati cross paths in a bar in Coruscant in ABY 6, they indulge in a night of pleasure with no strings attached, like the good Jedi padawans they are.
Part of the Femslash Feb 24 Challenge and the Star Wars: All Types of Love Challenge (Ludus).
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Hey! Question about the fics needing to be submitted between 7-14th Feb. Do they have to be completed in that time? As in, if the story turns into multiple chapters, do all the chapters need to be posted by the end of the 14th? Ta!
Hello @femmefighter
Thank you for your interest and question!
We're glad to know that you felt so inspired by the event that you need multiple chapters to tell the whole story!
This is certainly a scenario that we had not considered. After discussing it among ourselves, we agreed that the only stipulation we would make would be that the first chapter be published during said week and that there is a sincere goodwill to eventually finish the story.
We're very curious to see what you've done so far! We hope it turns out to be everything you hoped for when you started!
Tag us when you post the first chapter on tumblr, so we can follow the story and don't forget to tag the type of love you represent.
All the best,
The team.
Ludus: playfull love, made of dancing, flirting and lighthearted things.
Promise of Spring
Bail invites Obi-Wan to take a break from post-war rebuilding efforts to celebrate Alderaan's first day of spring. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Spring Equinox" and Star Wars: All Types of Love Week - Prompt: "Philia" and StarWars100 - Prompt: "Peace"
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Bail waited patiently as the ramp extended from the ship and the door opened. Obi-Wan emerged, smiling and arms spread wide as he approached Bail.
“I know it’s midsummer on Coruscant,” Bail said as he returned the hug. “But I’m glad you could make it for Alderaan’s First of Spring celebration.”
“As am I,” Obi-Wan said. “Though I can’t say I’ve been on Coruscant much lately.”
“Recovery efforts going well, then? I haven’t seen you since the project on Malastare.”
“As well as they can be,” he said. “It takes far longer to rebuild than to destroy, I’m afraid. Your efforts in the Senate are appreciated, but funding can only do so much.”
Bail understood. He’d been on site on plenty of post-war efforts too, and seen the ruined cities and ravaged countrysides; the grief and unease and distrust, all the worse for the knowledge that each side had been betrayed from the onset.
“Come,” Bail said. “We can discuss work later. Today is a day of celebration, and I know you’ll enjoy the festivities.”
Obi-Wan listened attentively as Bail took him around the city and explained the traditions of their celebration of spring. The climate of Alderaan was, of course, such that the beginning of spring still looked much like winter, and the cold air bit at their faces as they walked, offset by the warmth of sharing in celebration with his people and with his friend.
But though the day still resembled winter, the promise of those warmer, vibrant days was evident throughout in the vast displays of traditional artwork and craftsmanship, depicting flowers and rain and sunshine, and in the lively dances and the street performances, in the laughter and singing.
A reminder that they had survived the terrible, cold winter, and that life would grow again.