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For the Love of Ferus Olin is an archive highlighting moments from the Jedi Quest, The Last of the Jedi, and Rebel Force book series featuring the character of Ferus Olin.
This blog is for all fans, old and new. Revisit the story of a beloved favorite, or gain fresh knowledge. The intent is to remind and intrigue. Feel free to reblog and comment with your own two cents and tidbits, insights, and ideas. . . all for the love of Ferus Olin 💕
***Please be advised that this blog will contain posts with major story spoilers for the above mentioned book series*** However, all posts will be tagged with the name of each individual book so that you may filter out those on your to-read list, if you choose.
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Last year at this time, I had posted a Christmas Eve themed chapter for my fic, A Strange Kind of Love. I believe the beginning of that chapter can be enjoyed as a standalone obikin ficlet (about 1,000 words) featuring a look back at past Life Days, and an Anakin who is, and always has been, very much into the spirit of the season ✨
For context: It is less than 2 years after the events of ROTS. Anakin has no memory of Vader, his mind having been wiped back to when he was 17. He and Obi-Wan are currently living in the Tatooine cave, as seen in the Kenobi series (Ferus isn't there 😭), and they are spending their first Empire era Life Day together. . .
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A month has passed, and it is the eve of Life Day across the galaxy. The Tatooine climate does not make for a very festive feel, but Anakin has taken painstaking measures to remedy that, and Obi-Wan is positively captivated by his darling boy.
Though the Jedi Order hadn’t held any official Life Day celebrations, or didn’t technically observe the holiday at all, when Anakin was little, Obi-Wan made sure to carry over certain traditions he’d shared with his mother. They’d watch the seasonal holovision programs, play the classic carols (though Anakin would always request his Master sing them live for him instead), and they’d even tried some of the conventional recipes like Mirial teacakes and wasaka berry pudding. And on the magical morning of, Obi-Wan would always have a special gift for his precious Padawan.
But as there had been increasing unrest in the Republic’s latter years, there was less opportunity to enjoy those more lighthearted aspects of life. When the war had begun, there were a handful of years where Life Day had come and gone without the overwrought generals even realizing it had been upon them. The two had not been able to adequately celebrate together since Anakin was a teenager. . . probably the last holiday that he could remember.
But Obi-Wan remembers. He remembers how he’d purposely forgotten Life Day the prior year – made a point to lose track of the rotations, so he wouldn’t know the pain of the joyous occasion without his main source of joy.
Now, his Anakin had come back to him, and Obi-Wan can hardly fathom how he is in the very same cave where he had felt such sorrow. The dwelling was certainly not a house, but Anakin had managed to make it a home.
Anakin had first requested seasonal snacks at the market, as well as the holiday blend of tea, and insisted Obi-Wan drink nothing else throughout the merry month.
He’d then inquired with his employer about decorating their workspace, to which the barman had replied that he didn’t have time for such ‘rubbish.’ But when Anakin offered to do the decorating for him – suggesting that a little Life Day cheer might get his patrons into the spirit of consuming more spirits, the tavernkeeper revealed a dusty, old storage crate that contained décor from the previous cantina owner.
Anakin was ecstatic when he was told he’d be allotted a wreath by the entry and a few lights at the bar. . . and then, he was welcome to take the rest of the collection home.
Vintage Life Day decorations now encompassed the cavern.
It was certainly a luxury to have the power converter from Ferus’ ship. . . Bold, retro lights were illuminated and strung about. A prismatic projector shone from beneath a sliver, artificial spruce, adorned with colorful ornamental jewels and a twinkling star atop. In addition, a trio of chunky-knit stockings were tacked to the main stone wall, green garlands with red ribbons saw every available flat surface of rock, and a duo of bells hung around Akkani’s neck; though, Anakin had modified them in a way that they would not be a noisy nuisance to the docile eopie.
Among a plethora of yuletide knick-knacks, there was one that stood out above the rest: a red-cloaked Wookiee figurine that held a battery powered Life Day orb. This treasured keepsake once belonged to Shmi Skywalker.
Back when it was just the two of them, it was the only store-bought Life Day decoration Anakin and his mother owned in a sea of handmade items and throw-away hand-me-downs. At the time, when Anakin was about three or four, those trendy, roaring Wookiees had been popular enough throughout the core worlds to make it all the way to the outer rim. . . and Shmi hadn’t wanted her son to miss out.
Anakin had loved and valued the fuzzy, friendly-faced trinket; he looked forward to displaying it each year. . . a sweet story that Shmi had apparently shared with her step-family in the years they’d celebrated Life Day with her; Beru was very pleased to pass on the now nearly forgotten novelty to Anakin at the start of the season. She expressed regret that the orb no longer had the ability to glow, but it had only taken Anakin minutes to troubleshoot and restore it to its former, gleaming glory.
And Anakin gleamed, too.
Of all the magnificent splendor Obi-Wan finds himself surrounded in, the prettiest sight to see is his beloved Anakin, wrapped in his plush pullover – his ‘Ferus sweater,’ with the threads of a perfect hue for the holiday season.
Anakin wears the garment most days, even without a chill in the air. Obi-Wan knows it provides emotional comfort just as much as physical – it makes Anakin feel close to Ferus. And Obi-Wan knows Anakin is thinking of him this evening; he thinks of him every evening, but on this night in particular, the separation would be felt more profoundly.
The couple are cozied up in a corner of the cave, having just watched a grainy version of an old classic on the holonet. Settled in his arms, Anakin is quiet as the credits roll. Obi-Wan kisses his forehead, and combs his fingers through his short strands.
“What do you think Ferus is doing?” Anakin asks, looking down at their laps.
This confirms the mood Obi-Wan had suspected. “I would assume him to be with his family – Roan’s family. It is their first Life Day without him; they likely want to be together.”
“Yeah.” Anakin sighs. “Do you think we’ll hear from him?”
Obi-Wan wishes he could say yes; he’s not certain they will, as Ferus had made his scheduled call three rotations ago, but he does have something to offer, “Well, I don’t know if he’ll comm, but he sent a package. . .”
Anakin’s head whips around and he grins. “What?”
Obi-Wan smiles back. “It came last week – with a note that said, ‘Do Not Open Until Life Day,’ and I didn’t want to temp you,” he says slyly. “But I suppose the eve of the holiday is close enough.”
“Where is it?!” Anakin abruptly rises, his enthusiasm apparent.
His Padawan looks the like nine-year-old from that first Life Day all over again as Obi-Wan hands off the parcel he’d kept hidden.
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If you'd like to continue reading the chapter, click here ✨
And if you're curious about what Ferus sent, the evidence is here 👇🏻
Adorable art by @weillschmidtdoodles - link to original art post here 👈
Thanks for reading!! I had a ton of fun working on this part of the chapter last year, incorporating a multitude of retro Christmas references - whether your definition of retro is the 1960s or the 1990s 😍
I hope everyone has a beautiful, positively memorable holiday 🕊️
For as long as I have been writing fan fiction, it has been my dream to one day have artwork for one of them, and this dream has now come true thanks to @milkcioccolato and @barmadumet .
Because I'm a coward and didn't dare to contact milkcioccolato myself, barmadumet, being the amazing friend she is, helped me communicate, and now I can proudly present to you all the wonderful art that brings to life a sweet moment in my last fic, Golden Light.
Look at the tender gaze Anakin gives his lover and the father of sweet baby Leora. See her adorable dark curls. The background 👌 chefs kiss. And especially, check out the scars and tattoos Mace has been hiding under his robe.
If you want to see where else he has tattoos, you can find the full uncut picture in chapter 7.
It feels a bit like fate that this fic was the one for which I ended up getting art. I've never seen fan art for Mace/Ani before, let alone Mpreg Mace/Ani, so it feels very special that it now exists thanks to my story and milkcioccolato’s awesome skills.
Once again, THANK YOU, @barmadumet . YOU give me courage 🫂❤️ And THANK YOU @milkcioccolato for taking this moment and bring it to life 💛 it is more than I could ever have dream of 💜
For as long as I have been writing fan fiction, it has been my dream to one day have artwork for one of them, and this dream has now come true thanks to @milkcioccolato and @barmadumet .
Because I'm a coward and didn't dare to contact milkcioccolato myself, barmadumet, being the amazing friend she is, helped me communicate, and now I can proudly present to you all the wonderful art that brings to life a sweet moment in my last fic, Golden Light.
Look at the tender gaze Anakin gives his lover and the father of sweet baby Leora. See her adorable dark curls. The background 👌 chefs kiss. And especially, check out the scars and tattoos Mace has been hiding under his robe.
If you want to see where else he has tattoos, you can find the full uncut picture in chapter 7.
It feels a bit like fate that this fic was the one for which I ended up getting art. I've never seen fan art for Mace/Ani before, let alone Mpreg Mace/Ani, so it feels very special that it now exists thanks to my story and milkcioccolato’s awesome skills.
Once again, THANK YOU, @barmadumet . YOU give me courage 🫂❤️ And THANK YOU @milkcioccolato for taking this moment and bring it to life 💛 it is more than I could ever have dream of 💜
In a way, writing those first words of a story, taking that step and starting something new, can be the most intimidating thing in the world. It's scary, I just want to say.
I'm still working on Golden Light and felt like sharing a snippet from the next chapter.
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Anakin led them via a seldom used stairwell to the room of a thousand fountains, the warm moist air closing around them as soon as they entered the vast space, along with the constant sound of running water and the scent of living growth. He navigated through a dense grove and guided them to a small clearing where a low tree covered in sweet-smelling and faintly golden glowing flowers cast a soft light over the grass and the small pond hidden there.
Leora cooed and squeaked excitedly at the sight of the flowers, waving her little arms eagerly. Mace followed her obvious wish and plucked one of the glowing flowers for her, holding it close over her face.
“She already has you wrapped around her little finger,” Anakin commented with a low chuckle as he sat down on the grass pulling one arm free of the dark cloak.
“Who would have guessed that the stern and rarely smiling Master Windu had such a soft spot,” he teased, as he unceremoniously exposed one of his breasts and reached up for his daughter.
Frowning slightly at Anakin's comment, Mace placed Leora in his outstretched arms but chose not to retort, instead taking a seat on the grass next to him as he held their daughter to his breast. She latched on with a content sound suckling eagerly, but Anakin winched in pain, though he still smiled down at his daughter.
Feeling the fatigue of the long day and night starting to catch up with him, Mace yawned and ran a hand down his face, willing his mind to stay awake for just a bit longer. The sensible and responsible thing to do would have been to return to his own quarters to get a few hours of sleep before the next crisis was sure to hit them, but he found himself reluctant to leave, and Anakin had said there was something he wanted to talk to him about.
However, he did not seem to be in a hurry to speak and for some time they just sat in companionably-silence, before he finally took a deep breath and started to talk.
I am over the moon for this adorable mini comic @human-rocket did for me for my fic, Remind Me Who I Am, featuring the boys’ first night together at the Temple 🥲, the moment before they ruined their friendship 😅, and the reconciliation that led to happily ever after ❤️🩹
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