SW - ALL TYPES OF LOVE WEEK

written for @starwarsalltypesoflove

Sketches of Those the Empire Demanded You Forget

In the face of Imperial cruelty, an artist remembers its victims. Written for Fandom Empire Prompt Tables 2024 - Prompt: "Keeper" and Star Wars: All Types of Love Week (@starwarsalltypesoflove) - Prompt: "Agape"

As you can probably tell, I don't like coming up with names for characters. I will continue to avoid doing so as much as possible.

He’d never actually met a Jedi.

He’d heard plenty of them, of course – living on Coruscant, even on the distant lower levels, it’d be hard not to have heard any tales of them, true or not. There were always rumors, good and bad. Jedi had busted a trafficking ring three levels down, they said. Jedi had used their terrible sorcery to trick and rob some honest workers, they said. They saw a Jedi catch some kid falling from a speeder far above, they said. No one knew that guy who’d won the last street race, he must’ve been a Jedi in disguise, they said.

But he’d never met one, not directly.

He’d seen one, once.

His neighbors had had a child – well, they had had several children, actually, but one of them had been...different. And somehow, that family had managed to contact the Jedi Temple, or the Jedi had known, somehow, and either way, a Jedi had shown up.

His neighbors had been so proud that their little girl had gone off to be a Jedi, even as some people scoffed and muttered comments of “must be glad for less mouths to feed, I suppose.”

They hadn’t taken the news well.

The Empire had taken their objections even worse.

CONTINUED ON AO3

Agape, unconditional love born out of compassion for your fellow sentient being.

For @starwarsalltypesoflove, in honor of @amarcia 's ocs, whom I love with all my heart.

"I can buy myself flowers..." 🌺🎶

Aro-Ace Cody 🧡💖🧡

Today is the day! Welcome, everyone, to Star Wars: All Types of Love week! It's time to start sharing our creations!

To share with us, use the tag SWATOLW and/or @ us, and please tag what type of love your work is celebrating! We'll be adding all shared posts to a queue.

Happy posting! We are excited to celebrate with you.

And so the event has come to an end. Our thanks to everyone who participated in Star Wars: All Types of Love week! All the fic and art shared and created for this event has been lovely, and we are overjoyed to have been able to celebrate some of the many less often represented types of love together with you.

Hosting this event has been the highlight of the month for us, and we hope to host it again next year, same time.

something inside you is singing

independent_variables

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ezra Bridger & Kanan Jarrus Characters: Ezra Bridger, The Force (Star Wars), Kanan Jarrus Additional Tags: Homelessness, Accidental Use of the Force (Star Wars), Young Ezra Bridger, Pre-Canon, ezra growing up homeless and unknowlingly force sensative, and how that might have played out, kanan doesn’t really show up until the end, why don’t they have a relationship tag for the force smh Summary:

If he thought about it hard enough, Ezra could hear something inside him singing. Just a simple tempo, beating in time with his heart. A tune set to the rhythm of the universe.

But he didn’t like to think about it too hard.

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This is an older fic that focuses on how Ezra interacts with the Force growing up. It’s enough about how the Force loves Ezra that I felt comfortable sharing for Star Wars: All Types of Love week, for Agape.

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.

and the force is with us

independent_variables

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CC-4477 | Thire, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-7567 | Rex, CT-6116 | Kix, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) Additional Tags: The Force, Force-Sensitive Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Fix-It, Not Canon Compliant, the force is musical because i said so, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, basically just an exuse to write clones being force sensitive badasses, and taking control of their futures, Clone Trooper-centric (Star Wars) Series: Part 1 of Bind Summary:

If he let himself think about it, Thire could tell where each stroke of the lightsaber would land seconds before it did.

He was scared to let himself think about it.

But.

“Clones you may be,” General Yoda had said. “But the Force resides in all life forms.”

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Another older one I’m posting for @starwarsalltypesoflove week! This one is very much agape again, with the Force and the way the Force loves.