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Rating: G Pairing: [Gen] Leia Organa & Ahsoka Tano Wordcount: ~1k Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Twinswap, Jedi Leia Organa, Sparring Complete

On AO3

Summary:

Chapter 6/10: Here Be Dragons

Rating: T Pairing: Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker + other side pairings Wordcount: 33k Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Padmé Lives, Suitless Vader, Angst, Plot-heavy WIP – 6/10

On AO3 (start from the beginning)

Summary:

Obi-Wan knew that if he didn’t leave now, Padmé would die. And so he made his decision.

Preview:

The Ghost flew low over the clouds on Lothal, lit only by the moons. The spike, prepared by Chopper and Sabine, was tucked into Leia’s jacket. She touched it once as the ship swooped towards the complex.

“Almost in the drop zone,” said Hera’s voice over their comlinks. “Team one, be ready.”

Leia moved forward with Obi-Wan, Kanan, and Luke. The door of the ship opened beneath them, and cold wind hit her hard in the face. Tucking her head, she moved down the ramp with the rest of the team.

Obi-Wan spoke, his voice transmitting to the others. “Three… two… one.”

Rating: T Pairing: Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Wordcount: 5.5k Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Polyamory, Mistaken for Cheating, Social Media, Established Relationship, Humor Complete

On AO3

Summary:

Padmé, Anakin, and Obi-Wan are dating. For some reason, the media doesn't know what to make of it.

On AO3 for those who prefer that.

A lot of people think Chirrut is a terrible patient. Baze doesn’t blame them. After all Chirrut is often impatient, restless and with a clear temper only partially hidden by a calm veneer, by logic he should make the worst of patients.

If he is, Baze has never experienced it.

The shutters on the window of their room are closed, leaving the room itself murky and dim. Baze can make out Chirrut’s form huddled up beneath the covers, curled up like a ball, back to the room and his hands tugged under his chin.

“Chirrut?” he calls softly, not wanting to wake him if he’s asleep.

“Mmmfff,” Chirrut mutters discontentedly as he rolls over on his back.

Baze sets the food tray he’s carrying down on their small table.

“Throat still hurt?” he asks.

Chirrut nods, looking up at him with bleary eyes. Baze sits down on the edge of the bed and puts a hand on Chirrut’s forehead.

“How are you feeling? You’re still burning.”

“Freezing.”

“I’ve brought you some hot stew and tea.” Chirrut makes a face and Baze smiles fondly, letting his fingers run through Chirrut’s bangs. The hair feels a little stiff and sticky to his fingers. “Eating will make you feel a little better.”

“Hmmm.”

“Let’s sit you up first so you can eat.” 

Baze puts an arm behind Chirrut’s shoulders, pulling him up, then rearranges the pillows behind Chirrut’s back. Chirrut puts his head on Baze shoulder as her does, nuzzling it with a sigh. Baze gives a huffing laugh as he gently tips Chirrut back on the pillows.

He fetches the tray, puts it over Chirrut’s lap and sits down again. When Baze picks up the spoon Chirrut gives him a strange look.

“Do I look so awful you intend to feed me?” Chirrut asks, his voice hoarse and heavy.

“You look terrible,” Baze replies, dipping the spoon into the stew.

Chirrut does look ghastly. His skin is much paler than it should be, his cheekbones each marked with an angry red splotch. His lips are cracking and his breathing is raspy and labored.

Accepting the spoonful Baze offers him Chirrut chews the boiled vegetables slowly before swallowing them somewhat laboriously.

“I must really worry you when you play nursemaid like this.”

Baze silently holds out the spoon again and Chirrut dutifully eats. At the fifth spoon Baze says, “you slept for more than a day and every breath sounded like you were going to choke.”

“Sounds terrible, glad I missed that.” A tiny smile plays across Chirrut’s lips, but he still accept the spoonful of stew willingly.

When he’s done with the stew and tea Chirrut sinks heavily back on the pillows and Baze can hear him half. strangling a groan.

“Tired, Cricket?”

Chirrut nods sluggishly, looking at Baze through hooded eyes. Baze puts the tray down on the floor and helps Chirrut shift down comfortably on the bed, adjusting the pillows. Chirrut throws a hand over Baze’s thighs.

“Stay,” he whispers.

“Of course, Cricket.”

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Original Sith Character(s) Additional Tags: Worldbuilding, Meta Series: Part 1 of The Lie Of Peace Summary:

This is an ever ongoing file for the world building and background information for this series. The individual chapters on the history, characters and context is under perpetual construction for the time this series is ongoing.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chirrut Îmwe & Baze Malbus, Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus Characters: Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Droid Character(s) Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Plot, Alternate Universe - Dark, Force-Sensitive Chirrut Îmwe, Sith Chirrut Îmwe, Bounty Hunter Baze Malbus, Force Use, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Flirting Series: Part 2 of The Lie Of Peace Summary:

Chirrut has received a message from Malbus that the contract he was hired for has been fulfilled and the Sith Lord finds that he's looking forward to seeing the man for more reasons that just paying him for a successfully completed job. But both bounty hunter and Sith Lord carries secrets of their own, leading to an unexpected turn of events. And the Dark Side may have ideas of its own for their future.

Excerpt:

The attack comes out of nowhere and if not for the warning the Force screams at Chirrut he knows that it might have succeeded against him. Whatever else can be said about their attackers they are stealthy.

They have exited the bar and Chirrut are leading them down the street in search of a hovertaxi when the assailants strike.  

Chirrut feels the danger flash through the Force and ducks. An object whistles through the air in the space where his heads was only a moment before. Beside him Malbus swears under his breath, but Chirrut pays it no heed. The bounty hunter will stand or fall on his own, and Chirrut has his own foes to deal with.

He feels them in the Force, four of them, alien all and bent on violence, the darkness churning around their forms, calling to him. But no one knows the Dark side like the Sith and had he been willing to reveal himself for what he was Chirrut knows he could have dealt with them in a matter of moments.

But he is here incognito and he wishes to keep it that way, he does not wish other of the Dark Lords to pry into his business here, least of all Kuasa and Aetas. They will learn soon enough.