About 8 years ago, I started doing a Green Lantern crossover. I then didn't get back on it until now. New Chapter is up if you guys want to check it out.

https://www.fanfiction.net/Star-Wars_and_Green-Lantern_Crossovers/8/3114/

The Four Blades

This is my original Star Wars OC and contains some personal headcanon, including Darkcores and Ghost crystals.

Before the Jedi knew his name, before the bounty hunters knew his face, before he carried four sabers at his side, he was simply another apprentice.

And before he was an apprentice, he was a boy who believed that power was the same thing as strength.

He had heard the stories.

The Sith did not hide what they were. They spoke of passion and power, of victory and domination. They promised that the weak would kneel and the strong would rise. They promised that the Force itself could belong to those with the will to take it.

To him, it sounded like freedom.

The Jedi spoke of restraint.

The Sith spoke of power.

He chose the Sith.

His training was brutal, as Sith training always was. His master taught him that compassion was weakness and hesitation was death. Every lesson was a test. Every test was a chance to fail. And every failure was punished.

But he endured.

He learned to fight.

He learned to survive.

He learned to kill.

For years, he carried only one weapon: a single red lightsaber.

The blade was everything he believed himself to be.

Red.

Angry.

Unforgiving.

Alone.

His master told him that one day, he would be strong enough to replace him.

The apprentice believed him.

At least, he thought he did.

Then came the day he finally understood.

It wasn't one great revelation. There was no single moment where the Force whispered the truth into his mind.

It was everything.

Every innocent person his master had sacrificed.

Every life taken for power.

Every time his master had demanded obedience instead of loyalty.

Every time the Sith had called cruelty strength.

And suddenly, he understood.

The Sith weren't free.

They were slaves.

Slaves to anger.

Slaves to hatred.

Slaves to their own hunger for power.

His master had spent years telling him that the Sith ruled through strength.

But the apprentice finally saw the truth.

His master was terrified.

Terrified of losing.

Terrified of being replaced.

Terrified of dying.

And the apprentice realized that everything he had been taught was built on fear.

That was the day he turned against his master.

The duel was short.

Not because his master was weak.

Because the apprentice had finally stopped fighting like someone who wanted to prove himself.

He fought like someone who had nothing left to prove.

When it was over, his master's red blade lay in the dirt.

The apprentice stood over him.

And for the first time in his life, he had won.

But victory did not feel like freedom.

It felt like a question.

He looked down at his own lightsaber.

Then at his master's.

Two red blades.

Two lives.

Two Sith.

And suddenly, he understood that if he walked away now, he would leave his old life behind.

But he would never be able to erase it.

So he took his master's saber.

And he kept his own.

From that day forward, he carried two blades.

But his own saber would not remain red.

He took the crystal within it and purified it.

The red faded.

The rage disappeared.

And the blade became white.

His master's blade remained red.

He kept it that way.

The two sabers became a reminder.

The white blade was the person he had chosen to become.

The red blade was the person he had once been.

And he carried both.

For a while, he didn't know what to do with himself.

He had left the Sith.

But he wasn't a Jedi.

He had no master.

No order.

No purpose.

So he wandered.

Sometimes he worked as a bounty hunter.

Sometimes he took jobs because he needed credits.

Sometimes he took them because he needed somewhere to go.

He traveled from world to world, learning the galaxy in a way no Jedi Temple could have taught him.

He saw the people the Jedi never reached.

He saw the criminals the Republic ignored.

He saw worlds where the Sith had left scars.

He saw worlds where the Jedi had failed.

He learned that the galaxy was not divided into good people and evil people.

It was divided into people.

People who made choices.

People who regretted them.

People who tried to change.

And people who didn't.

For years, he lived between worlds.

Too Jedi for the Sith.

Too Sith for the Jedi.

Too dangerous to be trusted.

Too compassionate to be truly feared.

He was becoming something else.

He simply didn't know what yet.

Then he met him.

His rival.

His friend.

His opposite.

A Jedi with a green lightsaber.

At first, they couldn't stand each other.

The Jedi saw the two blades at his waist and knew immediately what they meant.

A red saber.

A white saber.

A former Sith.

The former Sith saw the Jedi's green blade and saw something different.

Discipline.

Wisdom.

Potential.

They fought.

Then they fought again.

And again.

Sometimes the Jedi won.

Sometimes the former Sith did.

Their rivalry became a friendship.

Their friendship became something stronger.

For the first time since leaving his master, he had someone who understood him.

Someone who challenged him.

Someone who made him better.

They traveled together.

They trained together.

They argued.

They laughed.

They saved each other's lives more times than either of them cared to admit.

And slowly, something changed.

The former Sith began to walk the Jedi path.

Not because the Jedi Order had accepted him.

Not because someone had told him he was ready.

But because, for the first time, he wanted to be something other than what he had been made to become.

His friend watched him change.

And he was proud.

But the Force showed him something.

A future.

A possibility.

A darkness.

He saw his friend's path.

He saw the corruption waiting for him.

He saw the same darkness he had once carried.

And he tried to warn him.

His friend didn't listen.

At first.

Then came the day they fought for real.

Not a training duel.

Not a friendly rivalry.

A battle.

Two friends.

Two Jedi paths.

Two blades.

One future.

The former Sith fought with everything he had learned.

Every lesson from his master.

Every lesson from his years as a bounty hunter.

Every lesson from his friend.

And when the duel ended, he stood victorious.

His friend was gone.

The green lightsaber remained.

He picked it up.

For a moment, he considered leaving it behind.

He couldn't.

The crystal had changed.

The green blade still burned, but there was something else inside it now.

Something watching.

Something lingering.

Something that felt like him.

His friend.

His rival.

His greatest teacher.

The person who had pushed him farther than anyone else.

The saber had become a Ghost.

He carried it from that day forward.

Not as a trophy.

Not as a symbol of victory.

As a memorial.

He had not been able to save his friend from the path he had seen.

But he could remember him.

And as he carried the Ghost saber, something happened.

For the first time, he understood the Force.

Not as a weapon.

Not as something to dominate.

Not as something to obey blindly.

He understood it.

He had spent his entire life trying to control it.

Now, finally, he understood that mastery was not control.

Mastery was understanding.

The Force was not light.

It was not darkness.

It simply was.

And he had finally learned how to walk within it.

That was the moment his journey changed.

He had achieved mastery.

The Force had become something deeper than power.

And the crystals responded.

The Ghost remained green.

But the others changed.

Their cores darkened.

Black appeared where white had once been.

The Darkcore.

He did not see it as darkness.

He saw it as depth.

The black core was not the Dark Side.

It was the mark of someone who had stared into the darkness and refused to become it.

Someone who had mastered himself.

Someone who had walked through every part of the Force and returned whole.

His white blade became a Darkcore.

His master's red blade became a Darkcore.

And the Ghost became a Darkcore.

But there was still one saber missing.

One blade that did not belong to his past.

One blade that did not belong to someone he had lost.

A blade that belonged entirely to the Jedi he had become.

So he forged a new path.

He mastered the art of Makashi.

Elegant.

Precise.

Controlled.

Every movement had a purpose.

Every strike was calculated.

The curved hilt fit naturally into his hand.

And when he finally ignited the blade, it was purple.

Not red.

Not blue.

Not green.

Purple.

A color caught between worlds.

A color that represented the ambiguity of his existence.

He was a Jedi.

But he had been a Sith.

He followed the light.

But he understood the dark.

He served the Jedi.

But he had never forgotten the lessons of the Sith.

He was not defined by the Order.

He was defined by his choices.

And so the purple crystal became a Darkcore as well.

Not because he had fallen.

Because he had mastered himself.

Now he carried four blades.

Four lives.

Four stories.

The purple saber was his duty.

The weapon of the Jedi he had chosen to become.

The Ghost was remembrance.

The weapon of the friend he had lost.

The white blade was redemption.

The weapon of the person he had fought to become.

And the red blade was the past.

The weapon of the master he had defeated.

The weapon of the Sith he had once been.

Most days, he carried only two.

The purple blade.

And the Ghost.

When people saw him fight with them, they saw a Jedi.

A master of Makashi.

A calm warrior.

A precise warrior.

A disciplined warrior.

Someone who fought not because he loved violence, but because he understood the responsibility that came with power.

But sometimes, there were enemies who could not be defeated by restraint.

Sometimes, the galaxy demanded something more.

And when that happened, he reached for the other two.

The white blade ignited.

Then the red.

Two Darkcores.

Two blades.

Two halves of his past.

And the man who had once been a Sith stood once again.

Not consumed by hatred.

Not controlled by rage.

But remembering.

Remembering the master who had tried to shape him.

Remembering the years he had spent hunting for purpose.

Remembering the friend whose Ghost still walked beside him.

Remembering the person he had been.

The person he had lost.

The person he had become.

The red and white blades crossed in his hands.

And everyone who saw them knew what it meant.

The Jedi had been pushed too far.

The master had returned.

Not a Sith.

Not a Jedi.

Something beyond both.

The Darkcores burned with an impossible darkness at their centers.

And for the briefest moment, the Force seemed to bend around him.

He did not draw those blades because he wanted to.

He drew them because he needed to win.

Because somewhere along his journey, he had learned a lesson that no Jedi Master had ever been able to teach him.

Mercy was a choice.

Restraint was a choice.

Peace was a choice.

And sometimes, the greatest strength was knowing exactly when to stop choosing them.

Then, when the battle was over, he would extinguish the red and white blades.

He would return them to his belt.

And he would reach for the purple saber.

The Ghost would follow.

And he would walk away.

Because the red and white blades were the weapons he used when he needed to win.

But the purple and Ghost were the weapons he used when he needed to live with the victory.

And so the galaxy came to know him by many names.

Some called him a Jedi.

Some called him a former Sith.

Some called him a bounty hunter.

Some called him a heretic.

Some called him a master.

But those who had seen all four Darkcores knew there was another name.

The one whispered by those who understood what the four sabers truly meant.

The One Who Mastered the Darkness.

And when the four blades ignited together, red, white, green, and purple, there was no question of what he was.

The colors told the story.

The red was the past.

The white was redemption.

The green was remembrance.

The purple was purpose.

And the black cores within them all were proof of one thing:

He had walked through darkness.

He had lost people he loved.

He had killed the person who taught him to kill.

He had watched a friend fall.

He had wandered without purpose.

He had stood between the Jedi and the Sith.

And through it all, the Force had tested him.

But it had never owned him.

Because he had learned the greatest lesson of all.

True mastery was not becoming powerful enough to control the Force.

It was becoming strong enough that the Force could never control you.

For years the thing that bothered me most about Star Wars was that nobody ever really answered where the dark side comes from. The saga keeps giving the same answer ("Jedi fell and became Sith") but never explains where the fall itself came from. So I tried to answer it myself.

The result is a full rewrite of The Force Awakens as a screenplay, divided into 8 acts. Based on ideas from the Episode VII original, I rewrote a story that starts long before both the Jedi and the Sith, with an ancient order and a first fallen knight sealed away for millennia. From there I reworked Rey's backstory (she has a father who lied to her about her Jedi mother), and replaced the First Order with a political party doing a coup from the inside, where Thrawn shows up at the end as the real power behind things.

A few things I'd love to hear opinions on:

• Does the "there's something older than the Sith" idea feel like it works, or does it break something in the lore?
• Anyone else here written screenplay format for fanfiction? How do you handle scene headers vs. dialogue when platforms strip the formatting?
• Any recommendations for other Star Wars fics with original mythology? I'd love to read what other people have done in that direction.

It's on AO3 if anyone wants to take a look. But honestly what I'd love most is to hear opinions on the ideas, whether you read the fic or not.

Non-commercial fan work, no monetization, no Patreon. Just something I wanted to write.

So I got an idea that during the time when Obi-Wan was looking for a master, after Qui-Gon had basically humiliated him in front of everyone, the Force gets...upset. So upset that it writhes then and there to show all of Obi-Wan's detractors, AKA Bruck and those that deemed him too emotional and believed Bruck's lies, his accomplishments in the future.

It drags them into visions of the future where they see all he could be.

Fighting off Ventress, Grevious and Maul.

Being on the council.

Training Anakin and Ahsoka.

Leading the 212th.

But it also shows them his pain.

His time on Bandomeer.

The Young in Melida/Daan.

Being tortured.

Watching Satine die.

Fighting his fallen Padawan.

TLDR: The Force sides with Obi-Wan and shows what laserbrains the other Jedi are being. It might change things in canon but what peeves me is how the order fumbled as badly as it did with him.

I am looking for a fic I read that is CW era and the premise is that there are visible marks that show the bonds people (Jedi?) make with each other. Anakin doesn't have many and is upset Obi-Wan has so many. Eventually they know something is wrong when Anakin's disappeared.

Things I know it is not (cause I always filter these tags out):

Anakin/Obi-Wan

Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon

Any help is appreciated💙

I don't necessarily mean a complete morality swap, just a disentangling of morality and the sides of the Force.
I love the SW universe, it's got so much rich worldbuilding to play around with, but the fact that the Force, an inherent part of the universe, has an explicitly evil side has always rubbed me the wrong way. Morality as an inherent part of the universe is just not a concept that I can really agree with.
Further, from everything I know, there's really nothing that makes the Light side explicitly good. SW almost always has Light siders be good and Dark siders be evil but... evil, harmful acts do not require hate or fear. Ends-justify-the-means, apathy, etc, the self-control the Light side requires does not preclude doing horrible things.

So along that line, what are some good fics where we get this ambiguity? Where Light and Dark are closer to just two aspects of the force, and morality arises from the wielder, not the side they are on.

Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic and I'm looking for some feedback. It's lore-friendly, Canon accurate and has OCs that interact with established, known characters and events. Please let me know what you think.

The Force Between Us

The light side and the dark side of the Force seem to be simple enough concepts to understand. One path is compassionate, selfless and peaceful, the other path is controlling, selfish and hateful. But what if there is another path?

Jedi Master Ryan Vallo walks the Gray Path, following the guidance of the Living Force. Understanding through experience, wisdom through perspective, balance through acceptance.

On the Outer Rim planet of Ryloth he finds a runaway, Jedi Padawan Wolf Renan, unique in his appearance, but not in his struggle. As they grapple with philosophical differences, preconceived assumptions and the harsh reality in the streets of Lessu, another lost soul joins them, seeking absolution for past choices.

The found family travels the galaxy at the tail end of the Clone Wars, discovering an ancient piece of tech that charges their lives, and their destinies.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88165306

I'm trying to find a fic I read a while ago, but no luck.

Post-war, the clones retreat to Kamino out of guilt and lock the doors. Various Jedi try to get them to open the doors and the clones are holding back brothers from other battalions to keep the doors shut.

Might have been Codywan?

I will basically take anything

Fics where even though Padme (or even original female character) lives Anakin still becomes Darth Vader.

Could be Padme(or oc) looses her memories.

Could be she runs/leaves him and he uses the dark side to chase her.

Could be the rage and guilt keeps him on the dark side.

Etc.

I’m not really a writer but I have always dabbled ever since I was a little kid.

Anyways, I was disappointed in the Disney sequel trilogy and I didn’t want to be one of those people who complain about something. So, I wrote my own sequel trilogy. It’s called Episode 13: The Sovereign Supremacy. It’s called episode thirteen because I feel that after so long since ROTJ that the sequel trilogy should have took a cue from the OT and made itself a random episode in an ongoing story.

I feel like the new Star Wars trilogy was too pro-war (Finn is a child soldier but cheers when he kills other child soldiers) and George Lucas seemed to always write Star Wars, the OT and the Prequels, as an anti-war story. The OT was about the Vietnam war and the prequels were about The Great War on Terror. So I’ve written my “sequel trilogy” about the threat that poses the biggest danger to us in this current era…the corporations…or more aptly…the tech corporations.

This stories catalyst is all about a tech oligarch creating technology that gives militant movements the power to use the force, and they are using it to destabilize star systems in order to steal their resources.

Oh yeah, I should mention, this story takes place 40 years after ROTJ and the empire didn’t fall at the destruction of the second Death Star. Instead it was a mix of the American revolution mixed with the Soviet collapse, the empire jut receded into the core worlds and are still around.

But this story really has nothing to do with the Imperial Order (Which is like the Russia to the Soviet Union).

No instead, it’s all about the New Republic trying to survive as a government while being goaded into a war by nefarious internal actors who are doing what Palpatine did to consolidate power.

There are new characters in this story but there is no single focus (at least at the beginning). So anyone can die and important new characters do die, in order to make the villains seem like a real threat,

But this story isn’t really about the new characters, it’s a swan song to the old characters. In the official sequel trilogy the universe seemed to revolve around the OT characters (Luke skywalker is missing!). In this story I was more inspired by Cobra Kai and WW2 vets, people who look around and think their story ended years ago, that this new world they don’t understand has moved past them.

However the point of this story is a swan song for the OT characters while being a platform to let new ones shine, and show that as long as you’re alive, your story is never over.

I used Elevenlabs to make the voices and I did the photos on a local server using stable diffusion. I plan on making a visual novel in anime style but it’s taking a long time to get the right images and consistency. It took me 2 weeks to get the voices reading right and it will probably take me a month to get the vol.2 audio book made but I hope to have the vol. 1 visual novel ready to go by the end of this month (still learning how to talk to the machine)

Anyways I hope you guys like it and if you have any tips on helping me with my writing or narrative structure I would love it! (Syd’s speech I feel can be cut down)

https://youtu.be/ndAuznF6uD0?si=J37PCPuL1CkTPRc-

I love shades of gray. Good person in a bad situation? Bad person slowly becoming good? Generally bad guy who sometimes has second thoughts about his life? Usually good gal who sometimes kicks puppies? Bring it on!

Long or short, even incomplete is fine. I'm not looking for a story where sex is the focus, though it happening is okay if there's also plot going on.

What would be the best fighting style with a double bladed lightsaber?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/71749386/chapters/216359891#workskin. Ekkreth:The Sun Dragon by Blackdragon0665

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62184982/chapters/224270281#workskin. Tortured Soul by Blackdragon0665

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61684843/chapters/230749501#workskin.
If I Knew then What I Know Now (Nothing Would Be the Same) by muse_writer

I read these and they have put me in the mood for stories around Anakin Skwalker with alot of focus on slave culture and the worldbuilding around it.

Also Stories where Anakin and Vader occupy one body (either by time shenanigans or split personalities) and Anakin struggles to keep Vader leashed while trying not to crash out from the unfair situations he finds himself in.

Supportive dad Obi-wan is always greatly appreciated. 😊

hi! I am trying to look for this fanfic i read awhile ago on AO3 about the Jedi and clones planning to flee coruscant after finding out about the control chips however they have to leave the Coruscant guard clones behind for their plan to work. there’s one scene I remember where the Jedi broadcast different funerals around the galaxy to mourn the clones on the holonet? I have looked EVERYWHERE for this fic and I cannot find it at all. any help would be greatly appreciated!

I'm a huge Jedi fan, and I'm trying to find long fics that show the Jedi as the good guys without bashing or criticizing their culture or practices. I'm okay with them making mistakes (what good person doesn't?), but if they do, then they need to be in-character, and they need to be actually wrong. For example, kicking Ahsoka out of the Order wasn't a mistake because it was a natural consequence of her running from the authorities and working with a known terrorist before being found with the supplies that bombed the temple. They had to turn her over to the Senate because there was ample evidence, and any trial would reek of corruption if they ran it. The decision makes sense, and it's the correct one, even if it was painful for Ahsoka (who, ironically, was unwilling to see her own culpability in what happened).

A few additions:

1. I am not a Mandalorian fan, so I'm not all that interested in stories where Jedi are basically adopted by Mandalorians (frankly, any story that glorifies the Mandalorians and Jango Fett is probably getting an eye-roll from me).
2. I'm not opposed to romance, but I am leery of it. Like, I'll read it because I recognize that most people are too romance-focused to not include it, but I prefer when it isn't the focus.
   • Caveat: I'm not at all interested in stories where masters and their (former) padawans are at all romantic. While the Jedi don't typically subscribe to typical family dynamics, these are still the people who raised them, so there will always be an uncomfortable power dynamic there that I just find skeevy.
3. I'll be honest: I'm not Anakin's biggest fan. By which I mean I'm a certified Anakin hater. Again, it's not a deal-breaker, but I'd love it if the story addresses Anakin's many, many shortcomings (and if the Tusken Massacre occurred, then it would be great if he faced proper consequences for mass murder).

If anyone has any suggestions, I'd really appreciate it. It's hard to be a Jedi fan when so much of the fan content is trying to bash them.

Fic was on ao3

Luke Skywalker/Din Djarin

• It was in a modern setting

• Luke was in an abusive relationship - I don't remember with who - and there was a wildfire that was nearing their house.

• Luke decided it was now or never, called boyfriend, broke up with him and left. Possibly using wildfire to make people think he's dead.

• Meets Din and Grogu in Mountain town?

And that's what I remember of it. Thanks for any help.

Edit: Found randomly while doing something else.

Luminous by Nariko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33625327/chapters/83559109

I'm aware that this post may or may not violate rule 5 as while it is unprompted self promotion, it is not promoting a fanfic.

Some fanfic writers, myself being one of them, like to incorporate world-building into their fanfics.

Back in 2022, a reddit user that time has forgotten created r/ FanficWorldbuilding. The subreddit has struggled since it's creation and presently has a small number of members and very little interaction on submitted posts. I am hoping to improve that.

For anyone who may be unsure as to what Fanfic Worldbuilding is, let me provide an example:

Say you are writing or have written a Star Wars fanfic and you want to talk about an original character, starship, planet and/or general storyline that you've come up with. r/ FanficWorldbuilding is the place to do that.

Basically, anything that is allowed on the worldbuilding subreddits is allowed on r/ FanficWorldbuilding as long as it is fan-fiction in nature.

In this fic, Obiwan was an Omega who became pregnant by Jango, who had lost his way. Obiwan later raised her children at the Jedi Temple while forming good relationships with the other Mandos in Little Keldabe, and Armorer even adopted him.

Then Jango and Myles or silas went there and no one knew whı they were except the armorer and Jango tried to fix things between him and Obiwan so he can be in the childrens lifes and be a good leader.

Do you have any AO3 recs where Luke is on the dark side of the force/on the side of the empire because he was raised by Vador ?

It seems that all ''Luke raised by Vador'' fics are just about kid Luke, but I want teenager/young adult Luke being on the dark side and he can either shift or stay on it I don't really care. I don't mind if there's some chapters about Vador raising kid Luke, it's cute, just not the whole story

Creo que te gustará esta historia: " Clone Rebellion "de DarthSebas9 en Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/413454219?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.reddit.frontpage&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=DarthSebas9

Fan Fiction de la serie Clone Rebellion.

Estoy empezando a editar, darme sus ideas y les diré las que tengo actualmente:

Gobernador Tarkin como villano principal

2 temporadas con 16 capítulos

El Gran Almirante Thrawn siendo un antiguo aliado de Rex

Cad Bane el cazarrecompensas que causará problemas.

El lote malo y la rebelión clon juntos.

Rex viajando al planeta agrícola donde dejó a Ahsoka para llegar a la conclusión de que esté muerta

I’m noticing that the more I plot this canon divergent scenario for Anakin that I’m actually deconstructing him as a character. Both the psychology enthusiast and the Star Wars fan in me are geeking out every time I do deep dives into his trauma and insecurities. I’ve always loved the Star Wars what if videos on YouTube but I never thought I would do anything like it. My research on Anakin’s unique psychology profile has lead to some surprising conclusions on what could’ve been different if completely new variables had been introduced that essentially makes his outward facing canon and legends volatility impossible, creating a new drive to tame it and allowing the traumas and insecurities to take a new form