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Love heals all wounds (so they say) by K_R_Closson
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Legends: Jedi Apprentice Series - Jude Watson & Dave Wolverton, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
05 Nov 2021
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Vokara speaks before he can. “I didn’t come here for your permission. I don’t need it. I am a Master Healer, and it is my right to take an apprentice.”
“And you want Obi-Wan Kenobi?” Mace Windu asks.
“Yes,” Vokara answers.
Or, Obi-Wan is wanted, becomes a healer, and this changes everything.
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22 Oct 2026
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“Because,” Dresden said, “you’re going to bring me back.” He hesitated, looking somewhat sour. “You’re the only one who can, apparently.”
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18 Oct 2026
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Aktak never set out to become the apothecary for an orc town, it happened kind of by accident, and it's uneasy being the only goblin tradesperson anyone has ever heard of. When she found a human in her pigpen one winter night, she didn't mean to rescue him, either, but now she has him, she wants to keep him. Or be kept by him, whichever she can manage to have.
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11 Oct 2026
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For decades, centuries, I do not speak my name or hear my name spoken. I speak: talking to myself becomes a habit early on, and I have no will to try to prevent it. It's a sign of my mind degrading in the isolation, like heat is a sign of proximity to combustion. Natural, and unavoidable. I talk to myself, in the quiet, and I sing to myself, and I pluck the ship communication threads often, asking it to relay the same information over and over, just to create sounds. But no one calls me by name. I am no one, known to nobody.
Then the alien comes.
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05 Oct 2026
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It was, like all things between us, a process of trial and error, miscommunication and startling insight, joy and failure. Even the failures were a source of joy, as we learned more about each other, about what would bring pleasure, what would bring pain or discomfort, what we wanted from one another. Our species' sex practices were . . . not the same. But Grace could tap me, and I could stroke them, and in the end, we were similar in this way too, or similar enough. Grace's orgasms were amazing, both in their similarity to my own resonating peaks and in their differences, but when we had stroked and opened and rubbed and entered and knocked each other, we were both left wet: leaking and disgusting and satisfied. Grace is like Rocky, I thought, wonderingly, after our first time having sex together. Grace and Rocky are alike.
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05 Oct 2026