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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 1 month

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The Comfort of Strangers //Padawan! Obi-Wan X Fem! Reader

A/N: Well...Hi! I haven't written in two years! I'll post a little update soon but I was INCREDIBLY horny inspired after seeing the Phantom Menace in theaters! Hope you enjoy this lil smutty Padawn Obi fic!

Summary: You and all of Queen Amidala's handmaidens are stuck on Tatooine waiting for Qui Gon to get the hyperdrive parts you need. With all the stress and anxiety of escaping Naboo, the good-looking Palawan stuck on the ship with you looks like a good distraction.

Warnings VERY IMPORTANT: I know Padme and her handmaidens are pretty young, but for the purposes of this story READER IS OVER 18!!!!! That being said, this fic contains, smut, kinda a hookup, using sex with a stranger as comfort, risk of being caught, P in V action, unprotected sex, pull-out method, handy, some finger-banging action, dirty talk, some implied Qui Gon x Reader x Obi-Wan action for a minute there oop, and probably some spelling and grammar mistakes!

Word Count: 2.8 K

With the whirlwind of events that was the invasion of Naboo, one would think that boredom would bring some welcome relief. They would be sorely mistaken.

The rush of adrenaline that had flooded your veins as you and the other handmaidens frantically dressed sabé, hands, and hearts a flurry, before chasing you up the ramp of the starfighter with gunfire at your back had finally subsided. Now, with the monotonous heat of Tatooine creeping into the ship, there was nothing but dull numbness left.

Padme had left over a day ago to experience this strange outer-rim world you all had landed on. That left the rest of you with nothing to do but worry. Senator Vancil regularly sent updates urging Queen Amidala to contact him. Each of his messages was more dire than the last. News of your people in camps, starving, dying, surrounded by those damned battle droids, those disgusting Numoidions watching gleefully from the high walls of the Theed palace.

You could practically feel all of the handmaidens' hearts sink in tandem with each new update. That young Jedi, Obi-Wan, simply reminded the Queen, (or who he figured to be the queen) to send no reply. Had he no empathy?! Obviously, none of you were dumb enough to risk the safety of your mission, the safety of your people, in transmitting any kind of message but could he not for a moment let down his Jedi knight persona and give you all some grace?

Jedi learner actually, I suppose. You thought to yourself. Curled up in an out-of-the-way nook, the hood of your orange handmaiden dress hung limply down your back. Normally you were grateful for the thick velvet robes in space, but even with the ship's cooling systems still online it seemed that they were no match for Tatooine. The oppressive heat sat thickly in the stale air, leaving everyone on board anxious and irritable.

You couldn't lie to yourself. Between your fear and anxiety, the sight of that young padawan was a welcome distraction. You were positive you weren't the only one who thought so, you had definitely caught your fellow handmaiden's eyes flick over him from under their hoods. There was just something about him. Maybe it was the cocky banter he had shared with his master, even in the flurry of battle, or maybe it was the way the collar of his Jedi robes opened just enough for you to want to see more. Or perhaps it was the way you could imagine tugging on that padawan braid as-

“Oh, apologies, I didn't realize there was anyone back here.”

You start, ripped from your thoughts by the man himself. He stood, palm braced against the doorway to your little hideaway. He’d discarded his Jedi cloak, leaving him the tan robes.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly. “Just…taking a breather.” Truth be told, in a ship this size there wasn't much space for ‘breathers.’ There's a beat of awkward silence before he clears his throat.

“I assumed you would be with your queen and fellow Handmaidens in the royal quarters.” You resist the urge to scoff. Little did he know your queen was off in the deserts of Tatooine.

“I think we’re all just processing that last message from the senator. I just needed a moment to myself I guess.” He gives you a tight-lipped smile.

“I’ll leave you to it then.” He turns to walk away and you scramble for anything to keep the conversation going.

“What’s it like being a Jedi?” You cringe at the question. He looks back over his shoulder at you.

“Well, Padawan.” He��corrects, sheepishly.

“Right, yes. What’s it like to be a Padawan?” He turned to face you full-on, crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” He says simply. “I am devoted to the service of the Republic and the force.” You hum in response.

“What’s it like being a handmaiden?” He asks, a teasing edge in his voice. From this angle, with you still curled up on the floor, he towers over you, looking down at you with a seductive smirk that makes your stomach do cartwheels.

“It’s a life of service and peace.” You repeat. “I am devoted to my queen, my people, and my planet.”

“My, my, sounds like we have quite a few similarities.” You crack a weak smile.

“Why not take a seat?” You offer, motioning towards the cramped bit of floor in front of you. “I highly doubt you have anything better to do.” He raises an eyebrow at you before obliging. “You must live in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, right?” You ask as he squeezes into the cramped space, his knees knocking against yours.

“Indeed, Coruscant has been my home for as long as I can remember.”

“I've always wanted to see Coruscant. My family went when I was very small but I don’t remember it. I always meant to visit. I just never thought it would be under such…dire circumstances.” There's another beat of silence.

“How are you and the others fairing?” You pause, debating your response. None of you had discussed it with each other. Your grief was so profound, deep, and shared in the way only sisters know. There had been no need to speak of it. But perhaps voicing it would help.

“I think this is going to be the hardest part. At least I, we, were all doing something by escaping the planet, almost getting shot down. But this, just waiting… maker it’s eating me alive.” He nodded solemnly.

“I understand.”

“Do you?” It’s not meant to be a cruel question, but definitely a pointed one. “I thought Jedi didn't do emotions?”

“Jedi don’t do attachments. We are encouraged to feel emotions, they bring us closer to the force, closer to all the living things around us.” Maker, you wanted him closer.

A part of you hated yourself for wanting distraction, for seeing the first person in front of you, and wanting to find that special kind of escape and comfort. But a bigger part of you craved the young man in front of you, the release from this monotonous boredom and anxiety.

“And what about…entanglements?” You purposefully tap your knee against his, letting a sultry gaze flood your eyes. He straightened slightly, his quizzical gaze raking you over.

“Is that really what you want?” His question wasn't accusative or disgusted but genuinely curious, soft, and gentle. The seductive fire in your eyes dies down slightly. Your eyes flick down to the floor.

“Is that so bad?” It comes out barely louder than a whisper. A gentle hand lifts your chin till your gaze meets baby blue eyes, nearly the same shade as the lightsaber you watched him wield earlier. Oh how his hands had moved with such skill and grace, you couldn't help but imagine how those calloused, practiced hands would feel running over your body. Obi-wan smiled.

“If that's what you feel, then it’s not bad at all.” Abruptly he pulled back, the sensation of him leaving your bubble had you feeling cold even in the burning ship. “Yes, Jedi are allowed to have entanglements.”

“Oh.” you flash him a sly grin, confidence slowly seeping into you. “Good to know.”

“Indeed.” His eyes bore into yours, the tension between the two of you was electric.

“Well if you ask me,” You say, placing a hand on his knee. “We have quite some time to kill before your Master gets back with the parts we need, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan’s hand came up to play with the hem of your skirt.

“I’d be inclined to agree.”

“Why don't we kill some time then? Hmm?” Obi-Wan’s face lights up in a devilish smirk as his hands glide up to your waist.

“Doesn't sound like a bad idea to me.”

You lean forward, a soft smile on your lips that matches his before the young Jedi captures your mouth with his. It’s not the quick frantic touches one would expect of a hidden tryst. It’s soft and comforting like you both know you need the solace of another, the soothing touches of a lover not the hard and fast pace of a quick fuck.

You sigh against him, melting into his touch. Your hands slide over the expanse of his broad chest up to rest on his shoulders. One of Obi-Wan’s hands slides up over your spine, sending shivers through your body before he tenderly cradles your neck. His tongue teases the seal of your lips and you gladly let him in, pulling yourself closer to him as his tongue explores your mouth.

Pulling you fully into his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants press against you. Simply the thought of it makes you wet. You grind your hips against him testingly and he hums his encouragement. One of Obi-Wan’s hands moves to your knee. Ever so delicately he slides his hand upwards over your thigh, the hem of your dress pulled ever upwards with his movements. His hand resting on the bare skin of your upper thigh, he gently moves you to grind against him again.

As you rut against him, Obi-Wan’s lips leave yours to place open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the expanse of your neck, and over the limited bit of collarbone exposed by your dress. You expose your neck to him with a sigh, letting your head fall back into the reassuring weight of his hand cradling your head.

This was it. What you so desperately needed. The reassuring touches of another that sent electric currents through your body. The safety of being held in someone's arms. Here, in this little nook with Obi-Wan, even if it was for just a moment, was paradise.

Your hands sneak their way between the two of your bodies. Reaching for his hand that gripped the pillowy flesh of your thigh, you guide him to rest it on your breast. Taking the queue, Obi-Wan gives your tit a gentle squeeze, smoothing his thumb in little circles over the fabric right where he knows your nipple is.

You practically whine at the sensation, grinding against him even harder. Your hand comes to rest on his crotch.

“Help me take these off?” Your voice comes out much more sultry than you expected. He flashes you a smile that makes your heartache.

“Why of course.” Together, you work him out of his trousers so that his erection stands tall and proud, a tiny bit of pre cum already beading at his tip. Your mouth waters at the sight. Without another thought, you spit in your hand before reaching down to grasp the base of him. He sighs at the contact and without missing a beat you begin to slowly move your hand over the length of him.

“Is that alright?” You ask, his hands slowly wandering over your thighs, ever closer to where you crave him.

“A-a little harder if you don't mind darling.” A part of you swoons at the pet name, and a bigger part of you smirks at making such a fine, confident man stutter.

You oblige, squeezing a bit tighter as you work his length and Obi-Wan throws his head back in bliss.

“Oh yes, just like that.” Seeing an opportunity in front of you, you lean forward to kiss his exposed neck, his padawan braid tickling your nose. A small blush creeps up his neck and over his cheeks as you continue to pleasure him with your hand.

Obi-Wan’s wandering hands finally reach under the skirts of your dress, his fingers dragging along the center of you, feeling the wetness that undoubtedly stains your undergarments.

“Oh my, all this for me?” He teases.

“Just shut up and touch me please.” You groan. Obi-wan places a sweet peak to your cheek.

“How could I say no to someone as lovely as you?” If you weren't flushed before that comment certainly did it. His hands push aside your drenched undergarment, letting two of his fingers leave teasing touches across you, never once letting them brush your aching clit.

“If I’d known you'd be such a tease I would have approached that master of yours.” You tease. Obi-Wan scoffs.

“I’m not a tease, you’re just impatient.” He replies slightly breathlessly. “Besides,” He adds finally drawing little circles in your clit. He leans in close to whisper in your ear. “You must be very naive to think Qui Gon Jinn wouldn't be a merciless fuck.”

For a brief moment, the thought of both of them pleasuring you enters your mind. The older Jedi taking you from behind while he instructs his learner on how to fuck your throat. You’re pulled from your thoughts by Obi-Wan capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, rougher than the last, full of need and lust.

“Obi-Wan,” You pant breathlessly, pulling away from his kiss. “Fuck me.” He groans, taking his cock in his hand to line it up against your entrance. You shimmy forward, knees on either side of him before sinking down.

You both sigh in unison, inch after glorious inch fills you up, stretching you out perfectly. He’s barely inside of you before you start moving, grasping his shoulder to help lift yourself on and off his cock. He grasps your waist, helping you move as you work yourself open on him.

the two of you build up a steady rhythm, it’s all you can do to bite your lip and keep from your moans of delight escaping the room. Obi-Wan hits a certain spot inside of you that sends a sudden gasp from your lips. His hand quickly reaches up to cover your mouth.

“Careful now, wouldn't want the other handmaidens hearing, would we?” You whine quietly in agreement. He smirks. “Think you can handle yourself without me keeping you quiet?” You nod eagerly. “That's what we like to hear.” He practically coos, his hand leaving your mouth to work at your clit, heightening your pleasure tenfold.

Every stroke of his cock inside of you leaves you a bigger mess than the last. You grind against him desperately, hungry for every touch, every current of pleasure he sends through your body, every sensation that takes you further and further from the predicament you’re currently stuck in. Everything was building up, threatening to spill over at any second.

“M-make, I won't last muc-ch longer.” Obi-Wan sighs. His movements on your clit are frantic, his thrusts sloppy like that of a man on the edge. “Please, need you to cum for me.” He practically begs. He slots his head between your neck and shoulder, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. “Need to feel you come around my cock.”

He hits the perfect spot inside you as he whispers his filthy words in your ear, sending you right over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body, your cunt squeezing him like a vice, his ministrations on your clit never ceasing.

“Oh yes, just like that.” He works you through your orgasm, not even ceasing as you slump against him. It’s only when you push his hand away from your overstimulated pussy that he ceases. Reluctantly, you move yourself off of his cock, taking him in your hand and watching with immense satisfaction as he falls apart, spilling his seed over your thighs.

You both sigh, sweat beading both your brows and the air between you hot and heavy with a mixture of your previous actions and the stale Tatooine air.

Swallowing dryly you break the silence. “Thank you.”

“Sincerely my lady, the pleasure was all mine.” He nods to the evidence of such on your thighs which raises a chuckle from you. You produce a handkerchief from a tucked-away pocket and start cleaning his cum from your thighs.

A content quite settles over the two of you as you tidy up, helping each other straighten your clothing. As you tuck Obi-Wan’s padawan braid behind his ear, the high-pitched beep of a comlink interprets the tender moment.

“Obi-Wan, are you there?” His Master’s voice sounds through the device on Obi-Wan’s belt. He gives your hand a slight squeeze as he picks up the com with the other.

“Yes Master, any luck acquiring the part for the hyperdrive?”

“I'm afraid the situation has grown more...complicated.” Obi-Wan sighs.

“Why do I sense that we’ve picked up yet another pathetic life form?” Obi-Wan casts you an apologetic glance as his master continues. Tucking your hair back into your hood, you give him a small smile and nod for him to go. With a soft smile of his own in return, he turns toward to cockpit, the comlink in his hand updating him on the situation.

With a sigh, you turn and walk back toward the quarters where you know the others will be. The dull ache of the tragic events around you was still present, but somewhat subdued thankfully. Who knew you could find so much comfort in strangers?

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tragedy-for-sale · 3 months

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Favorite Liar pt. I

I have yet to see people talk about the physical pain Obi-Wan must have been in during the Hardeen arc. I mean, this man was constantly getting beat up and had dozens of untreated injuries. Not to mention, we saw how much pain he was in during the facial transformation, what about the pain turning back?

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Obi-Wan found it humerous Master Windu and Master Yoda had failed to mention how much this would hurt. But Obi-Wan knew if they kept adding on to the already long list of things that made Obi-Wan want to back out, that he would have. He was already lying far beyond he'd ever wanted to, he'd already hurt all those he loved and he didn't dare ask for forgiveness because had their places been shifted, Obi-Wan would have a hard time accepting an apology all the same. But this, this was just cruel. Returning to Obi-Wan Kenobi was a lot harder than becoming Rako Hardeen.

He would be lying if Obi-Wan had said he hadn't been avoiding Anakin and Ahsoka. He felt their betrayal all throughout the temple, from star systems away he could sense their pain. Pain that he caused. Obi-Wan couldn't stand that truth, he'd hurt them and there wasn't anything he could do to make it alright. His need to help others had only hurt the people he cared the most about. So there Obi-Wan sat, alone in the medical wing of the temple, hidden far from others, where he could hide and no one would see the shame on his face.

He looked out the window, that was all he could do. Upon his initial scan, the droid pointed out his several cracked ribs and the transformation back had left his face swollen and bruised, and the voice changer had left his throat feeling as if he'd swallowed blades. So Obi-Wan laid there, holding himself tightly as he fought the pain that came with each breath, as he prepared himself to swallow and whince at the pain. But he didn't have enough energy to whince, he didn't have enough energy for anything at all.

When hours passed, he woke up and shot up as he grabbed the container on the bedside table. He'd been terribly nauseous and he had yet to be able to keep anything down. Obi-Wan fell back onto the pillows, staring at the wall, he'd asked for privacy and he'd gotten it. Mace nor Yoda had come by since. Plo had left flowers, a rather odd gesture Obi-Wan thought, but appreciated it all the same.

Sitting up, he held his hand closely to his chest, moving slowly to ease his pain. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could make it to the chair, Obi-Wan knew he could, it wasn't as if he'd gone through a major trauma, he was fine. He was just in a lot of pain. Nothing to worry about. Swinging his legs over the bed, he braced himself and with another deep breath, Obi-Wan stood up. He was leaning against the bed but he felt he could do this. He could make it to the chair. His left arm was still pressed against his aching chest, but he could make it. Step after step, he could make it- he really almost did.

Obi-Wan took too confident of a step, he felt blades against his lungs and he fell. Obi-Wan whimpered as he opened his eyes. His entire body shaking. He felt a wave of frustration wash over him, he slammed his fist down. "Dammit-" He whinced, eyes flooding with tears as he let out a sob. Obi-Wan shook his head, he shouldn't have done this, he didn't want to be fighting with Anakin, he didn't want Ahsoka to be mad at him, he didn't want his friends avoiding him like the plague. He wanted to be chasing after Ahsoka, finding Anakin in hide-and-seek, he wanted his family close, not held at arms length. He wanted Cody. Most of all, he couldn't stand Cody hating him. He loved him too much.

He'd been so angry with him, and Obi-Wan just stood there, wanting to tell Cody that he loved him, but Obi-Wan would open his mouth to say it but nothing would come out. He had tried to grab Cody's hand and Obi-Wan was still haunted by Cody yanking his hand back. He wasn't strong enough for this. He tried so hard to be okay with losing everyone he loved, he tried so hard not to be swept away by the undercurrent of remorse, but he'd failed so miserably. He cried for Cody, for hours, Cody's anger echoed in his mind, Cody fighting him until his tears caused his anger to resign. Obi-Wan had done his duty as a Jedi, but he'd lost everything, now all he had was himself, and he wouldn't choose to spend the rest of his life with himself. He wasn't someone Obi-Wan liked.

Obi-Wan fell onto his back, gasping for air. He shouldn't have tried to be brave. He should have just stayed in the bed. He shouldn't have tried to be a Jedi, he should've been selfish and let another take upon this task. He couldn't handle all the people he loved being angry at him, he couldn't handle being alone. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, he could feel his entire body shake, he was so cold. But he couldn't get up, he couldn't move his hand, he couldn't even think to use the force. All he could do was lay there and think, think of all he'd done,

Think of all he'd ruined.

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Part two here

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enigmatist17 · 11 months

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Catch me thinking about Dooku becoming Obi-Wan's Master after Qui-Gon basically abandons him for Anakin. Note this is them picking up Anakin a few years earlier, where I'm tossing Obi-Wan up at about 17 here.

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Obi-Wan walks out of the Council chambers and is starting to freak out at the possibility of being sent to another Master like an errant child, just so his Master could have a new charge. His chest feels heavy as he hurries into the first empty room he can find, and cuts his side of the bond with Qui-Gon off as he sinks to the floor and hugs his legs to his chest. He knows he shouldn't be upset, shouldn't be hurt, but it doesn't matter in the moment.

He's been replaced.

The day passes by in a blur until the feels a familiar presence enter the room, and doesn't have to look up when a gentle hand rests on his head.

"Come Padawan."

"Yes Master Dooku."

The taller man is gentle as he helps Obi-Wan to his feet, one hand remaining on Obi-Wan's shoulders as they make their way through and out of the Temple. The teen is rather curious when Dooku flags down a taxi, and after a quiet drive, they arrive at a café that is mostly empty, something Obi-Wan is quite grateful for at the moment.

"Please, order anything you wish." Dooku watches Obi-Wan pick up the menu, those bright eyes trailing back and forth as he looked it over. He can see the hurt that Obi-Wan was trying to push down like a good padawan, and only felt even more irritation at Qui-Gon. He'd been alerted by Yoda that Qui-Gon was requesting to train a child he and Obi-Wan had returned to the Council with, and had dropped his business in a nearby system to hurry back to Obi-Wan. According to the others he hadn't left the meditation room since that morning, and the older Jedi didn't hesitate to collect the teen.

"Master, what will happen now?" Obi-Wan stares down at the coffee he had ordered, stirring the multi-color foam on top into the drink with his chin resting on his free hand. "I'm assuming I'll be placed with another Master, or perhaps just assigned to the Temple until I can take on the challenges to become a Knight."

"Do you believe that your Master will not take you back?" Those bright blue eyes flicker up, and there's hesitance swirling around before Obi-Wan looks away.

"If I may? Quite plainly...no, he's been obsessed with his Chosen One since we rescued the boy and his mother." The foam is all gone now, and after taking a sip Obi-Wan lets out a pleased noise at the taste.

"I see." Dooku clicks his tongue in disapproval, sampling his own drink as they watch the evening traffic outside the window in a companionable silence.

"I apologize if I took you away from anything important." Dooku raised an eyebrow, and Obi-Wan sees a curious look cross the older Jedi's face.

"Master Yoda was the one to call me, not you. It was right he did as such, I am quite displeased with Qui-Gon." There's a huff from the older man, but Obi-Wan could tell it had no malice behind it. "Although it has been some time since he had been under my tutelage, gaining another padawan is always a welcomed honor."

"Master?" Obi-Wan blinked, watching Dooku take a sip of his drink like he hadn't just dropped a bombshell. "Is that - I mean can you?"

"The Council would object, but I do not care. That is, of course, if you find it agreeable?"

Obi-Wan doesn't respond for a few minutes, once again watching the traffic before giving a nod.

"Yes, Master."

They stay for another hour, leaving as Master and accepted Padawan as they slowly return to the Temple.

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I just think they're neat

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moonyswritinq · 2 years

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Hi!! Could you possibly write a Obi Wan x Male reader (or gender neutral if you want) where Anakin and Ashoka (maybe even Rex if you want more chaos) accidentally find out about Obi Wan’s relationship with the reader? Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to! Thanks!!

caught in the moment — obi-wan kenobi x male reader

❝ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ You and Obi-Wan have been sneaking around for months and you're long overdue being found out. It was only a matter of time. It's only fitting it would be by the three people who knows you best and are the most obnoxious about it.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ secret relationship, swearing, tension, suggestive content, generally just idiocy, hints of Anakin x oc, idk kinda angsty? kissing, making out, rivalry, slight ooc Obi-Wan, a stupid Jedi council

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.2 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for this request! it was very fun to write. i wanna apologize for taking so long to write this though. i wrote half of it like a month ago but i've been so busy with my job and moving and now i have a little time before uni starts so i thought why not catch up on my writing. this is not my best work but i am still kind of proud. if you pay attention you will notice an original character in this fic — Emrys. He is based on one of my best friends and this will not be the last you will be seeing of him. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The view is amazing. Blue skies, as far as the eye can see, threading the edges of the city’s buildings carefully. It is full of life; blinking neon lights, aircrafts speeding between the tall buildings. You’re amidst it all, enclosed in a circular room with high windows on all sides, chairs directed to the middle. You’re sat in one of those chairs, figures at your sides clad in the same robes as you are.

Your attention is to the middle, where a tall woman is stood, back straight, arms at her sides. She doesn’t look faced by being in a room surrounded by Jedi. Instead, her gaze is steady as she meets every one of your eyes, and her voice clear.

“Word has been sent from the Kamparas system, the Separatists is apparently closing in on their bases. Without help, they will have fallen before the end of the week.”

You tilt your head, leaning against the palm of your hand. That really was an issue. Kamparas held a lot of support for the Jedi and everything against the Separatist forces was precious. Their technology had also proved to been an asset in the past. In your opinion, there was no question in the matter, but others seems to have different opinions.

“I say we fight, send troops down ‘ere. Crush the Separatist bastards,” Master Kit Fisto, a green-skinned Nautolan, exclaims, slamming his fist into the chair.

Master Agen Kolar shakes his head. “It’s too risky. We send troops down there and our people will be spread thin, too vulnerable to the Separatist.”

“A decision difficult, it is,” Master Yoda, a small creature with green, wrinkly skin, says with his usual inquisitive tone. Your eyes widen in disbelief. A difficult decision, really?

“We’re talking about whether to let hundreds of our people die, not what you are having for supper this evening.” You can’t keep your anger from your voice, disbelief written across your features. “There’s no decision to be made; we have to help them.”

Your eyes search the other members’, trying desperately to find anyone in your favour. Your eyes catches on a pair of blue ones — ones belonging to none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s sitting with one leg on the opposite knee, hair perfectly laying against his head and gaze steady on you. He says nothing but a subtle nod of his head in your support, something that manages to warm your cheeks.

“It is difficult,” Master Stass Allie says, “We are deciding the fate of thousands of lives here.” You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off. “It is not simply about the lives on Kamparas. It is the lives of the whole galaxy. What we do affects everyone, y/l/n. We have to decide if it’s worth it.”

You let out a humourless laugh. Are they serious?

“The Jedi swore to protect the galaxy. That includes every single life on Kamparas. We do not get to pick and choose whose lives are deemed to be worth it.” You can feel your pulse quicken in your ears, surprised that the other Jedi cannot hear it. “We do not just abandon our people in difficult times. That would make us no better than the Sith.”

Master Allie grits her teeth, opening her mouth to counter you but stop herself when Master Yoda lifts a three-fingered hand.

“An interesting argument you make, Master y/l/n. Help, we will.”

You sigh in relief, relaxing against your chair. However peaceful the Council says they are, it is surprisingly difficult deciding on something.

“Clone troopers on a spacecraft we will send, accompanied by a Jedi Master,” he continues, directing the information to the messenger still stood in the middle of the room. She nods, immediately turning to walk out.

“That is not enough,” you object, straightening in your chair. “They need more help than that!”

“Master y/l/n!” Master Mace Windu interrupts, holding your gaze steadily. “We have sent the help we can. Any more and we will jeopardise the other systems that are in need of our help. We cannot help everyone at once.”

You grit your teeth, muttering, “Fine.”

Without waiting for the meeting to come to a conclusion, you stand up and rush out of the doors, letting them slam shut behind you. You feel winded, as if you have just run a hundred miles, your pulse throbbing in your ears. You lean against the closest wall and close your eyes, letting the coolness calm you down.

“That bad, huh?”

You crack an eye open, watching as your Padawan, Emrys, steps closer. You let out a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. “When isn’t it?”

“Well, there was that one time—”

The doors to the chamber open, Obi-Wan’s long strides echoing against the floor, his cloak billowing behind him. He stops short when his eyes land on your apprentice, looking between the two of you.

You push yourself against the wall. “Emrys—”

“No need, Master. I was just about to leave. It’s getting late.” His gaze jumps between you and Kenobi, eyes narrowing slightly. You wish you could read the expression on his face. “Kenobi, you don’t happen to know where Anakin is? Or you know what? I’ll find him myself. I’ll, er— see you later, Masters.”

Your gaze follows his retreating form, before finally turning towards Obi-Wan. “How can they deny the aid for help? I swear, they are all selfish bastards.”

Obi-Wan catches your attention with your name softly falling from his lips. “I know how hard this is for you, it is for me too. But we cannot let our feelings get in the way. You know we cannot help everyone.”

“I know. It’s just—“

Your words trail off, your gaze instantly softening at his expression, stepping closer as his hands reach for your face. You have the sudden urge to fall against him, to let him bear your weight. You almost let yourself. The sound of echoing footsteps further down the hall make the two of you freeze, just now realising how exposed you are.

“Not here,” you mutter, turning to walk down the opposite corridor. He follows at your side, matching your strides, expression indifferent, almost bored. You would be impressed were it not for the shallow breaths he’s releasing..

You take a sharp turn, taking ahold of Obi-Wan’s hand in the process, dragging him against you into the empty chamber. As soon as the door closes behind the two of you, you allow yourself to sag against him. His arms circle your back, pressing you even closer to him.

You let him. Just this once, you tell yourself.

You’ve told yourself that for months now.

It first started with a kiss, a spur in the moment sort of thing. You had been sparring together, head to head, a lightsaber each at hand. You were both equals, meeting the other with every attack made. Every move countered. Every comment with a quick retort. It amused you to see how much you could step on Obi-Wan’s toes.

He had been cold the past few weeks, icing you out. He had been distant. You knew he had been avoiding you, even though he tried to deny it. What you didn't know was why. Why did he avoid you like the plague? It doesn’t matter, you had decided. What did matter was getting him back for it. The only way you knew how, that is.

“Come on, Obi-Wan, you can be quicker than that,” you teased, bringing your lightsaber to meet his with a nonchalant swing of your wrist. He gives you a roguish grin, forcing you backwards. With a jerk of his chin your legs give out underneath you, sending you sprawling to the floor.

Obi-Wan walks into your line of sight, his lightsaber pointer at your neck. “Quick enough for you?”

You chuckle. Your foot makes contact with Obi-Wan’s legs, kicking them from underneath him. He tumbles to the ground, dropping his lightsaber and begin rolling to a crouch. You’re quicker. You move to grab your dropped lightsaber, throwing yourself against him, pinning him to the ground. His eyes widen, painfully aware of your touch against him. He tries to rip free from your grip, but you don’t budge.

You grin, leaning closer. “Not quick enough, apparently.”

“Get off,” he pants in that perfect accent of his, chest heaving from the exertion. You take notice of his messed up hair, blue eyes glaring into yours. You have the urge to lean closer but restrain yourself, instead removing your knees from either side of him and standing up. You offer him a hand, one of which he takes gratefully.

“You have improved a lot since last time,” Obi-Wan says as he brushes off the dirt on his robes.

You smile, a genuine one this time. “You as well. Who knew there really were muscles underneath all that clothing?”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, meeting your gaze with that special twinkle in his eye. He steps forward, one hand clutching yours and bringing you closer. You clasp a hand on his shoulder, smiling.

The sun’s setting, casting deep shadows around the two of you. It makes Obi-Wan’s hair appear golden in the light, the contours of his face highlighted on all the right places. Something shifts. You don’t know what it is, but suddenly the air seems warmer, your breaths coming in shallow. You meet Obi-Wan’s gaze and there it is.

His pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You’re too stunned to move. He tentatively reaches a hand for your cheek, hesitating when you make no move. When he begins to draw back you finally come to your bearings, grabbing the front of his robes and tugging on them. You meet him halfway, your lips finally pressing against his.

The kiss was hurried, both of you chasing to release the tension from training. You let all of your pent-up frustration, uncertainty and rage bleed into the kiss, letting Obi-Wan know exactly how you felt. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to deepen it. You bit his lip lightly and it took all he had to not moan against you.

You hadn’t realised how much you needed this. Needed him. Obi-Wan knew, had tried to suppress it too, but to no avail. He knew what it meant for a Jedi to indulge in these sorts of things. Now it was too late for regrets.

You had promised yourself that it was only one time, that it wouldn’t happen again. Unfortunately, one time turned into ten times, which turned into fifty times. You couldn’t resist Obi-Wan’s soft lips on yours. The way he throws his head back when your lips meet his neck, biting at that sensitive spot. His beard scratching your skin. His hands roaming your back and shoulders.

Hands currently clutching your robes, chin resting against your shoulder. Obi-Wan knows that you just need some time to let your rage settle and, while you may not admit it, he knows you feel better with him around. Your relationship had been one existing of trial and error, trying to figure out what works for the both of you and coming to terms with the fact that you’re very much breaking the Jedi Code. The two of you had not escaped the suppressing of feelings, hesitancy and fear completely yet, despite the long way you’d already come.

However, right now, nothing felt better than to be pressed against Obi-Wan’s warm chest, feeling his heart thud against it. A steady beat against the turmoil that are your thoughts. You sigh into the embrace, Obi-Wan pulling away just far enough to have a proper look at your face.

“You’re going to be alright,” he whispers. You smile at his words, an unwelcome warmth spreading in your gut. An instant later, his expression shifts. “You looked pretty hot in there.”

Your smile grows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like seeing you get all riled up.”

You feel your cheeks begin to warm, shifting your gaze between his eyes and lips. You beckon him closer. “Maybe we will have to do something about that, then.”

Obi-Wan brings his lips to yours, not withstanding another moment without the feel of you. You groan into him, welcoming the touch. It’s not a tender kiss, nor a rough one. It’s one full of tension and unspoken words, just like your first one. It seems to be what you and Obi-Wan excel most at.

A groan of the door is what pushes you and Obi-Wan apart, terrified to have been caught together. You cannot help but expect the worst; a fellow Jedi having just witnessed your treachery, already on their way to report the falseness to the council. Or worse yet, a council’s member witnessing it themselves.

Instead, three smaller figures are standing by the doorway, the same wide eyes and agape mouths on each face.

“Told you,” your Padawan says with a smug grin, his gaze jumping between you and Obi-Wan.

“Gotta give it to you, man, I did not believe you.” Anakin, Kenobi’s former apprentice, reluctantly hands Emrys a fair amount of credits with a shake of his head. He sends Anakin a wink to which he glares back at.

Ahsoka’s eyes are almost as wide as saucers, trying and failing to smother a laugh. You try not to let your current predicament fluster you, instead rising to your full height and letting the weight of your gaze pin them to their places.

“And what exactly are the three of you doing out of your quarters at this hour?” Obi-Wan’s tone is sharp and filled with all the confidence you cannot seem to find right now. To their credit, the three of them does not back down.

Emrys crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same, Master.”

“This is not the time to be snarky, Emrys,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at the young man. “You may be nearing the end of your training but you are not a Jedi Knight yet — you still have to abide the rules for Padawans.”

“They may not be Knights, but I am,” says Anakin. Your gaze turns to him, as does Obi-Wan’s. “And I do not think that us being awake late is worse than what our poor eyes just witnessed. Not in the council’s eyes, at least.”

“Oh, how melodramatic you are.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes as Anakin fixes him with a glare. “Neither of you witnessed anything tonight, understood?”

“I don’t know,” Emrys says, tapping his finger to his forehead. “With how much you two like to preach about the Jedi ways I think it’d be wrong to ignore something like this. After all, doesn’t this go explicitly against the Jedi Code?”

“I agree with the idiots, you’re always saying feelings are a Jedi’s undoing,” Ahsoka chimes in, voice full of accusation.

Obi-Wan stutters, mind drawing blanks. It’s all he can do to turn his gaze to yours, question written in his eyes. “I— honestly don’t know anymore.”

“Obi, what— of course we’re in the wrong. What are you on about?” You can’t focus. All you see is Obi-Wan’s helpless eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hands stretched out in confusion, unsure of what to do with them.

Resolve shifts behind his gaze, his voice growing steadier. “These past few months have been the happiest time of my entire life. Now, don’t you think that says something about the Jedi Code? Tell me, y/n — tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I—” Your cheeks begin to heat up, feeling the eyes of the entire room on you. Why is he putting you on the spot like this?

“Er, maybe we should leave.” Emrys discomfort is clear as he starts to reach for Anakin’s arm.

“No, wait,” Obi-Wan says, turning to the three youngsters. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

Anakin cocks his head to the side. “As I said, Master, it would be hard to ignore something this big. It would take a lot for me to forget.”

“A hit on the head would do the job,” you mutter.

Obi-Wan ignores you, “What do you want, Anakin?”

You dislike the smile that starts to grow on the young man’s face. “Why don’t we start with something small? Like you taking care of some of our chores and boring duties. We’ll continue from there.”

“Or,” you start, glaring at Emrys and Anakin, “we don’t tell the council about your relationship either?”

“What!?” Emrys exclaims at the same time as Anakin practically shouts, “We’re not in a relationship!”

Ahsoka turns to the two men, hands on her hips. “Am I the only one here not breaking the Jedi Code? Unbelievable, all of you!”

Emrys’ fixes you with a glare, lowering his voice to a hiss. “I can’t believe you.”

You lower your face to his level. “I can’t believe you either.” Your eyes shift to Anakin, noting how his body shifts and his gaze keep flickering back to Emrys. With a sigh, you straighten. “Now, get out of here and forget this ever happened.”

“Because that’s likely to happen. God, my poor eyes,” Ahsoka mutters. Anakin smirks at her, too smug for his own good.

“Sure, whatever you say, Master,” Emrys grins, grabbing Anakin’s arm and turning to the door. You can see him whisper something in Emrys’ ear, to which his cheeks redden. They really thought you wouldn’t notice? At least you and Obi-Wan were more subtle than that.

When you hear the door close behind the three youngsters you turn to Obi-Wan, finally meeting his gaze.

“So—” he begins.

“So.”

“We finally got found out,” he chuckles, trying to hide his own awkwardness. “Long overdue if you ask me.”

“Did you really mean that?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

“Mean what?”

“About being happy? With me.”

“Yes,” he says in a shaky exhale.

“Obi—”

“Just listen, y/n. I’ve followed the Jedi Code strictly as long as I can remember, word by word. No feelings, no attachments — all because the Code said it makes us vulnerable to the darkness. And yet, I’ve never felt stronger than in your presence.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “Who knew you were such a cheeseball?”

His hands reach for your face, taking ahold of it. “y/n, I don’t know what you do to me but I adore you. I cannot let you go now.”

“I think that may have been what the Code is referring to.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself.

His lips press against your neck, leaving behind a trail of featherlight touches. “Forget about the Code. Just— tell me you want this. Us.”

You pull away to look him in the eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that seem to hold every secret within the universe, that glint that always tells you his mood. God, how you loved him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, I want you.”

And there it is. The secret is out. The words are said. No more pretending it wasn’t real, that it was a one time thing.

No point in turning back now.

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palfriendpatine66 · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday

Criminal Minds edition PS did you miss chapter 5 of Criminal Minds featuring calculating, cold Obi-Wan in his Coruscant Killer heydays? read it here

An excerpt from Anakin and Obi-Wan's first face to face meeting (in jail) - a serious conversation about Obi-Wan's motives that got away from me.

“Maybe you should let me join your team then. We could be partners,” Anakin leaned into the cold edge of the table in his enthusiasm, an unconscious bid to get as close to Obi-Wan as the harsh, impersonal setting would allow.

“My team? Partners? Are you trying to break into a new field after graduation or are you looking to correct your single status?”

“I meant I could help you!" The young man was simply adorable so flustered and indignant, and Obi-Wan enjoyed the sight. "I think you do it because you’re finding your own justice, and I feel like I could get behind that.”

Obi-Wan couldn't pass up the opportunity. “And behind me?” He raised his eyebrows and attempted to keep a straight face as Anakin's face went blank, giving into laughter when his system rebooted and he blinked rapidly and spluttered incoherently in response.

When he managed to collect himself he directed his question towards Obi-Wan's shoulder, not quite able to look him in the eye. “I guess it’s true then?”

“What’s that,” Obi-Wan hummed, still chuckling.

“Guys really do go, I mean, you know.”

“Know what darling?” The endearment rolled off his tongue before he could stop it. He’d spent so long now referring to his Ani and dear Ani in his mind that it wasn’t terribly surprising that he had slipped up.

“Gay for the stay.”

Obi-Wan laughed. He wasn’t sure whether it was Anakin’s presence that had him so buoyant or the fact that he hadn’t laughed in so long that now that he’d started he couldn’t stop. “Some do. Not a lot of options you know.” Anakin’s eyes were wide with panic and Obi-Wan took pity on him and put him out of his misery. “Personally, it’s not for the stay.”

“Oh?” Anakin didn’t know what else to say. “Oh. Um. You have a boyfriend?” The jealous edge pulled Obi-Wan's lips into a slow, cocky smile.

“Not for twenty years or so, no.”

“I’m sorry,” Anakin apologized, his face soft. He reached out to brush Obi-Wan’s cuffed hands, immediately flinching and pulling back as the guard called out no touching. “Sorry,” he apologized again, this time for the blunder. “That sounds…lonely.”

“I suppose it is, yes." There was a reason, after all, that he had begun corresponding with a twenty something stranger who had sent him a letter out of the blue. Obi-Wan felt his cheeks blush slightly at the admission and hoped that his beard hid some of his embarrassment, that his might not be as plain to see as Anakin’s, written so clearly across his face.

“You have a question?” Obi-Wan cocked his head and waited as Anakin chewed on his lip and squeezed his fingers into right fists as if physically holding back an answer. It didn't take long for his curiosity to get the better of him.

“Is it true what they say about,” he dropped his voice lower still, “the showers.”

“For some,” Obi-Wan hedged.

“For you?”

“I keep to myself,” Obi-Wan assured him. He was sure that he didn't imagine the relief that swept over the young man, easing the hard angles of his jaw and the tight set of his shoulders.

#obikin criminal minds #obikin serial killer au #wip wednesday #my wips

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multiplicity-positivity · 8 months

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How would someone tell the difference between. A headmate that everyone can see, or a subsystem? How do you know how all that is like.. Structured? I'm convinced there's another ME somewhere and we're fictive heavy but haven't split a double yet so I can't tell if We split or if I split? If that makes sense?

We have heard of two different definitions for subsystem.

1: A headmate or alter who, in essence, has headmates or alters of their own. A system within a system, if you will.

2: A group of headmates who work together, function together, front together, and more or less act as a unit.

Thus, there would be different ways to infer whether or not there is a subsystem within your system depending on the definition you are using. Our system uses the first definition when referring to subsystems. I don’t front regularly, but I am a subsystem. I have been discovering alters and parts even within myself for some time now. My subsystem is made up of four parts that I am aware of.

It has been up to me to discover and disclose this to my headmates. To my alters, I appear as one person, or one part; but my own internal experience is fragmented and I myself have parts who hold memories and occasionally switch out with me.

As we understand (and I feel certain my alters have expressed this here), the inner workings of different systems can vary immensely. Due to this, it very well may be up to each system themselves to define their experience and learn exactly how their system is structured. I am afraid I do not have any simple or universal answer when it comes to subsystems and how they are formed or made up. The way my subsystem works may be different from how another system’s subsystem works. We all have our own unique ways of functioning.

Still, there is no harm in experimenting with language. Perhaps calling yourself a subsystem or using similar language could help your system come to a better understanding about what you are going through. If, after some time using this language, you learn there is not a subsystem within your system after all, you can drop it from your system’s vernacular.

I do apologize if I haven’t been able to provide adequate assistance with this response. I myself struggle to understand how my system and my subsystem are structured and organized. I wish I had some literature to recommend to you, but I am unsure if such literature (regarding subsystems) exists at this time.

🌀 Obi-Wan

#well Obi-Wan isn’t fronting anymore… but it looks like he’s finished this post so we’re posting it!#he doesn’t front that often so idk when he’d be able to front again to post this himself #and honestly I don’t think there’s much we could add!#🌷 Corrie and 🐢 Kip

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rainintheevening · 1 year

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Realizing it is really fun to leave asks in people's boxes so...

What are your favorite Anakin and Obi-Wan head canons? Why do you think Anakin and Padme fell in love? *chins hands, waiting with excitement*

Ooh, thanks! Love these questions!

Anakin and Obi-Wan headcanons? Oh, dear, where do I stop? XD

-The first time they hugged was on Naboo, after Obi-Wan told him how Qui-Gon was dead. Obi-Wan was steady, but he definitely had tears in his eyes, and it hurt to see Anakin’s excitement over the space battle drain away so swiftly. Obi-Wan was crouched down to talk to him face-to-face and Anakin threw his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck, surprising Obi-Wan, before Obi-Wan hugged him back.

-Anakin and Obi-Wan can sense each other's lightsabers like their own. (Anakin stronger and more accurately, of course.)

-They have each picked up the other's lightsaber on the battlefield and used both at least once.

-They've slept together a lot. During his first year at the Temple, Anakin would end up going to Obi-Wan’s room in the middle of most nights for various reasons. They had some of their best and most honest conversations in the dark, curled up together in Obi-Wan’s bed. It became less common as he got truly settled in, and then stopped altogether when Anakin hit his teens. But after the war started, they started... drifting back together in the nights. Especially planetside, they would lie back-to-back, and sleep much sounder that way. Oddly enough, Obi-Wan was the one most likely to turn over and curl into Anakin’s back. But during war nights they never talked.

-Anakin taught Obi-Wan how to make the one sweet thing his mom had been able to afford to make: sun cookies. It's the simplest cookie imaginable, but Obi-Wan can tell what it means for Anakin to have some bit of knowledge to share. There were a few times that Anakin was either very sorry for something he'd said, or super grateful for something Obi-Wan had done, and snuck off to the Temple kitchen to make some for his master. Obi-Wan also got into the habit of making them for Anakin’s birthday.

-Obi-Wan once called Anakin’s escapades 'shenanakins' sarcastically, but Anakin actually liked it, and used the term to annoy him. (The term spread through the 501st and 212th, till it was in the lexicon of the entire 3rd Systems Army.)

-The first time Anakin truly lost his temper with Obi-Wan, when he'd been at the Temple about half a year, he lashed out and accidentally threw Obi-Wan across the room into the wall. Obi-Wan didn't force Anakin to look at his resulting bruises, but he didn't try to hide them either. Anakin insisted on nursing him for the next day or too, to apologize. The incident scared him badly and he was careful never to strike out at Obi-Wan in anger again.

-They both smile involuntarily at the sound of the other's laugh.

Okay, you can stop me anytime...

I think about Anakin and Padmé far less, I'm afraid.😅 So what I think about them falling in love is drier and less interesting. I'm still developing my takes on them. But here's something:

Well, little boys always fall in love at first sight. Padmé didn't see that as a possibility till she met the awkward 20-year-old version.

Padmé reminds Anakin of the best of his mom, mixed up with a love of danger that fits with his. Anakin is, well, a hot mess and that is totally Padmé's style.

I think one of the most fateful moments for them is when they have that 'diplomatic solution' and 'aggressive negotiations' exchange in the arena on Geonosis. To me that is when Anakin went, "I want this. I want all of this. I want the excitement of being with her, AND of being a Jedi."

Basically, they fell in love because they each had the right screws loose to attract the other. Which is part of what doomed them, of course.

But I do think, if they'd had time, if the war had ended, and the secrets had ended, and they put in the work, they could have built a really good marriage. And that's what we write fix-its for. :)

Also: Galloping grasshoppers, but 'That Would Be Enough' from Hamilton is maybe the best Padmé to Anakin song ever. Almost cried, listening to it for the first time today.

#thanks so much #this was very fun #i could talk about the boys all day #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala #my headcanons #asked and answered #star wars

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bumbledees · 7 months

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Last Line(s) Challenge

tagged by @shootingstarpilot and shamelessly done again because this got me to write shit on Rumor Has It after months of, uh, not doing that

“I apologize, Commander,” Kenobi says, and he sounds—likely is—genuinely regretful, genuinely pained. “It has never been my intention to bring you pain or shame, though I know the intent does not excuse the outcome.” “The fuck do you understand about my pain?” Cody asks. The adrenaline is still spiking in his system, and he can feel the micro-twitches of muscles that are still held tense and would like to go back to hitting things, please. “The fuck do you understand about my shame?” Kenobi winces, hard. “I am—I am aware I cannot know—“ This is, emphatically, not the point. “I’m not asking you to know!” Cody explodes, his voice echoing around the empty training room. “I’m asking you to stop trying to help me for five fucking minutes!” Even the great Negotiator can’t keep the confusion from his face. It stays there for a solid fifteen seconds, until finally he gives up. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Kenobi admits. It’s still quiet, still calm and collected, but there’s something fragile to it. Little gods. That’s all it would have taken. Cody drops to a crouch, balancing on the balls of his feet and running his hands over his face and hair while he tries to find the words. “I feel,” he says at last, “like I’m the only one this is affecting.” “This investigation is far more difficult for you than it is for me,” Kenobi acknowledges. Which—true, but again, not the point. Kriff, how does he translate it to jetti speak? “If you could stop being my general for ten minutes,” Cody says finally, “and instead be my friend who this shitty thing is also happening to, I would appreciate it.” A moment of silence, and then a sharp inhale. He hears footsteps, sees the edge of a shadow, feels the training mat give slightly next to him. “I’m sorry, Cody,” Kenobi says, and this time there’s no guilt or pity in his tone. “I would take all of their scrutiny, if I could.”

obi-wan: i am getting a good grade in power dynamics, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

cody: if you don't act like a person for a minimum of five seconds i am going to kill you in real life

#i also figured out what palps is doing in the background of the story which is VERY helpful #this is born from being both cody and obi-wan at times #being obi-wan like 'hyperaware and trying to do the most morally right and healthiest thing possible for everyone involved'#being cody like 'this feels fake and patronizing and i hate it'#it's not that cody doesn't appreciate obi-wan's awareness #it's more that he would like obi-wan to stop trying so hard and to stop assuming what he needs without asking.#anyways! it's emotions time. they do have to wrestle with that in this fic before we get to Shenanigans #fic #star wars

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Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I took on an extra job babysitting and haven’t had a lot of time lately.

So this isn’t really a fanfic, more like headcanons of the Batch meeting a female Jedi padawan. I’ve seen headcanons posted and I think I’ll go with a sort of bullet point system for the formatting. I also wanna do 2 different versions. One where the Jedi is a padawan older than Omega and one where she is a Jedi youngling, like an older sister/younger sister headcanon type thing for the Batch and Omega. I hope that makes sense (it’s been a long day) haha. I had a hard time deciding if the fem Jedi would replace Kanan for Hunter’s headcanon, or if he meets both, so I decided on the latter. This is Part 1 (it’s in 2 parts so this post isn’t super long).

Warnings—not really a fic, part 1 of 2, headcanons, contains personal opinions, talk of mental illness, and spoilers for Bad Batch, Clone Wars and Obi-Wan.

So I imagine that the meeting would occur with Hunter being the first Batcher she meets.

About the female padawan:

—Around 15 or so.

—she’d be under the General who fights alongside Howzer and his men.

—strong with the Force but could use some saber practice.

—Escapes Howzer and his men at the order of her Master when the clone and half of his fellow brothers fight against the inhibitor chip while the other half attack/kill the General.

Hunter:

—I think the most likely time Hunter would’ve come across another padawan post-Kanan would be in the Ryloth arc as stated above.

—Hunter would absolutely have PTSD flashbacks of Kanan (Caleb Dume) and Master Bilaba.

—This man would be so conflicted.

—The Padawan, however, would obviously be suspicious and draw her lightsaber.

—Hunter: Easy kid. I’m not gonna hurt you-

—Fem Padawan would remember Howzer and serving along side him and her Jedi Master.

—Conflicted, she slowly lowers the ignited blade.

—Hunter would explain how he and his squad are different, not like the regs.

—I imagine it’s weeks between O66 and the Ryloth arc, so this girl would be malnourished (not as intense as Echo but still noticeable).

—Hunger forces the padawan to go with Hunter.

—After a few weeks of living with the Batch, Hunter becomes the main ‘dad’/father-figure. He sets all the rules.

—Definitely has the ‘you’re not my dad’ argument with the padawan at some point.

—Any arguing is from two stubborn personalities. But Hunter always comes around first to apologize.

—Eventually, the padawan feels comfortable enough to talk about O66 and Howzer with Hunter.

—Is very protective of Hunter not only because he is sergeant, but because she’s gotten attached to him. He reminds her of her master.

Echo:

—Hunter introduces Echo first, not because he is a reg, but because he’s the one with the most experience with padawans (Commander Ahsoka).

—Echo would be unsure and nervous at first.

—Echo: Are you sure Hunter? What if she doesn’t trust me?

—Hunter: Don’t worry. She understands we’re different.

—Echo would be awkward and stutter, introducing himself.

—Hunter: Don’t mind him kid, he’s just a little tightly wound.

—Of course the female padawan would be understanding, but I HC that even through the torture, the padawan would see Echo as a reg.

—Padawan: You’re a reg?

—Echo, in shock, would tell her that he was in Domino Squad, part of the 501st.

—Definitely bonds through war stories. Despite Hunter being the main dad, I think my female padawan would prefer Echo out of the bunch.

—Echo opens up about his PTSD with the Techno Union/Fives’ death and the female padawan with O66 and seeing her master get killed by clones.

—Echo is the one she goes to if she has a problem.

Tech:

—Definitely would analyze her just like he did with Omega when meeting the young clone.

—Hunter: She’s a padawan Tech. She served with Howzer.

—Tech would then state a bunch of facts about Howzer, his general and their success throughout the Clone War.

—Hunter: He’ll talk your ear off with useless information.

—Definitely teacher-dad.

—Is protective of the female padawan but not overly.

—Is the designated medic of the team.

—Tech: Make sure to apply that ointment every 2 hours-

—Padawan: I know Tech-

—Tech: Tell me how you burned yourself again?

—Padawan:…

—Hunter: She grazed herself with her own lightsaber.

Wrecker:

—Most definitely the older brother type like he is with Omega.

—Overprotective

—He would help with the padawan’s training however he could.

—I think, out of everyone, Wrecker would mention Kanan or make comparisons to him.

—Pranks

—Definitely takes her lightsaber to ‘see what it’s like’.

—Honestly I see his relationship with the female padawan just like his with Omega with not much differences.

Omega:

—Definitely excited.

—Omega’s never had a sister before.

—Absolutely looks up to the female padawan and loves watching her explain/use the Force.

—Trains together

—Definitely gangs up on Wrecker for pranks.

—The female padawan is the first one Omega goes to if she has a problem.

—Padawan assures Omega that despite not being a clone, she is her older sister.

Crosshair (cuz he’s still a brother and having a teen Jedi around would be hilarious):

—Hunter introduces the two. Crosshair sends a glare.

—The Padawan eyes Crosshair suspiciously.

—Female padawan is full sass when it comes to Crosshair.

—Definitely makes empty threats to the padawan so she knows he means business when he goes quiet after threatening.

—Primarily avoids the teenager at all costs.

—Has strong, differing opinions about O66.

—Very serious/blunt-going-on-mean with the female padawan

So I think that’s most of my main headcanons on everyone reacting to having a fem Jedi padawan. I use this mostly for self-insert/OC fics that I’m not sure I have the courage to post haha. Part 2 is coming next and about a fem Jedi youngling instead of a padawan.

#star wars #star wars bad batch #bad batch #bad batch headcanons #sw tbb #tbb #tbb headcanons #star wars oc #headcanon

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A Knight, a Padawan, a Captain... and Boba

Where's my stupid AU where 14yo Ahsoka and 20yo Anakin somehow end up with custody of 11yo Boba because [handwave] reasons?

This can include time-travel to, like, The Bandomeer Incident and just everything being terrible for everyone, and at least one clone (Rex, it's always Rex) that treats Boba like a Weird Baby.

Preferably this would mean that Anakin and Rex, ostensibly adults, are separated from Ahsoka and Boba, which is a problem because all of these people are prone to causing trouble, but Boba is a very angry and violent young child that hates Ahsoka on principle, and she's having a bit of trouble keeping him from, like, blowing up entire buildings.

Boba shouts his head off about Galidraan happening in a few months and Rex and Anakin are like "Huh... preventing that would probably keep Mandalore from becoming as completely unstable as it eventually does... fuck, okay, we'll go keep that from happening; Ahsoka, keep an eye on The Brat."

And she does! Mostly! But they're on Bandomeer, and Xanatos shows up, and then Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon arrive, and she has to just Defend Her Decisions while also keeping Boba from throwing himself at Xanatos for Biting Purposes.

@atagotiak asked:

Does Boba know much about Galidraan? Or how to contact someone about it and how to avoid it? I guess Anakin and Ahsoka can help on the Jedi side of things but if the Mandos are still trigger happy it’s not going to go great either way.

I guess not approaching them in the first place would help… or maybe approaching with less people?

I think Boba only knows that it was a big bad situation that happens this year because Jango always got really maudlin on the anniversary and told stories about his dead friends. A few of the other surviving members (in the Cuy'val Dar I guess?) were maybe the same?

But also like. I feel like just having Rex show up and take his helmet off would cause enough confusion that everyone just kinda Stops.

Anakin wanders into frame the area and makes fifty people float, and goes "Huh, this is cool. Everybody shut up, I'm supposed to be stopping a massacre. Apparently. Rex, we're stopping a massacre, right?" "I've been told it's a massacre, sir." "Right, we're stopping a massacre!"

Galidraan: Two young idiots show up and forcibly induct your army and your enemy's army into their subpar comedy routine. Bandomeer: There is a feral child trying to bite a wannabe Sith while the babysitter he loathes apologizes to said wannabe Sith's estranged father for her charge's behavior. Also tiny Obi-Wan is here.

I don't know much about Bandomeer but I want to say that Baby-Wan is unnerved and overhwelmed by the fact that this random Jedi Padawan he's never met--but SHOULD know of since she's not much older than him--is overjoyed to see him for inexplicable reasons.

There's also going to be a random knight that's going to coo over how adorable he is, but said random knight is currently several systems away trying to keep a massacre from happening and isn't going to show up for A Hot Second.

Xanatos would absolutely go down if he had to face Qui-Gon and Ahsoka at the same time. She's admittedly still very baby, but she also held her own against Grievous at that age, so...

Per Tia:

She could probably beat him. The question is whether she or Qui-Gon would be like, emotionally able to kill him. That being said Ahsoka has decapitated people and Xan is hurting kids so maybe she wouldn’t have a problem.

I really do like the idea that Anakin and Rex, by nature, devolve into what appears to be a completely natural and only semi-competent stand-up routine to everyone who doesn't already know them/their circumstances.

Jango and Dooku's primary point of connection ends up being "oh my god can they please just shut up."

Ahsoka calling up Anakin like "hey,,, a darksider showed up but so did, uh, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Agri-Corps Member Obi-Wan Kenobi......"

Anakin assures her that everything is fine and he's proud of her and she did a good job and, anyway, put Master Jinn on-- And he hands off the comm to Dooku like Yeah This Is Your Problem Now.

"Okay, Snips, don't freak out, and remember that Tyranus isn't a thing yet and the CIS doesn't exist? Okay? Anyway, give the comm over to Master Jinn so we can get this Xanatos situation handled."

[shoves his comm at Dooku] "Handle your damn kids."

"Your lineage, your problem." "...general, aren't you--" "Shhhh, not yet technically, c'mon Rex, work with me here."

This would somehow go Rexwalker because uhhhhhhhh yeah

#Ahsoka Tano #Boba Fett #Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #Rexwalker #Snips and Skyguy #Rex and Ahsoka #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #Bandomeer #Qui Gon Jinn #Obi Wan Kenobi #Jango Fett #Count Dooku #Xanatos du Crion #Phoenix Posts

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XXIV

Part I - - - - - - - - - - Part XXI - - - - Part XXII - - - - Part XXIII

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

Ahsoka watched normal space slip away with a numb sort of disbelief.

Somehow she couldn’t quite accept that her Masters would actually—she felt small and selfish to even think that this was them abandoning her, considering Obi-Wan’s life might—but still—she was rapidly exiting the inner-rim and Obi-Wan and Skyguy were...somewhere else. Even after breaking orbit, she had childishly half-expected one of them to jump out with a wild explanation of how the whole thing was a huge misunderstanding, or a crazy scheme—or—some kind of explanation. And now she was back in hyperspace, on her way back to the front, alone. Master Skywalker’s presences felt closed off, and far-away—she hadn’t even sensed Master Kenobi on Coruscant.

She hadn’t even gotten to see him...

She was startled out of her slowly sharpening melancholy by the sudden clasp of a hand on her shoulder.

“You alright there, Commander?” Rex asked softly. Ahsoka stiffened her spine. Right, Obi-Wan and Anakin hadn’t just disappeared on her—she wasn’t actually alone, and she had a duty to the men who were here.

“Just thinking about crushing some Clankers,” she replied over-brightly. “How’s the Resolute holding up?”

“Same hiccup with gravity in the kitchens during the jump—it seems they didn’t have time to actually fix the issue when we were in dock, but we were prepared for it so it wasn’t too messy,” Rex replied, hands falling into a loose grip behind his back as slipped into his ‘Captain Reporting’ voice. “A few odd issues with our communications systems, but I’ve got men on it; I’m told it’s nothing to worry about, and should be back to normal by tomorrow. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

Ahsoka nodded. “And the troops?” she asked lightly.

Rex was silent for a moment. “Perhaps we should speak somewhere more private,” he responded finally.

“Of course.”

She followed him from the observation port to an unused briefing space a few decks down, cheerfully greeting each vod they passed, all of whom radiated relief at the sight of the familiar Jedi commander. Another pang of guilt passed through her. She should have already been greeting the men, not wallowing in self-pity. They knew even less than she did about their missing Generals. She had to be more of Jedi than usual, not less. What would Skyguy think of her moping? What would Master Kenobi—

She smiled at another passing group, one of whom she recognized as a Snow Wolf.

“Commander Tano!” he cried. “We had heard rumors—” Another soldier shut him up with an elbow to the gut.

Ahsoka smiled harder. “At ease, Mit,” she said, relieving him from his hasty salute. “I know there’s rumors flying around about, ah, General Skywalker’s and General Kenobi’s special assignment, but I’m sorry to say that you guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

Mit and the others chuckled briefly at the admittedly weak joke.

“Rex and I have to be off now but It’s a long flight to the Expansion Zone; I’m sure I’ll see your faces again,” she said with a snappy two-fingered salute, striding off before they could work up the courage to ask any follow-up questions.

“As you were,” Rex ordered, and the Captain and Commander continued on their way.

Finally they stepped into the quiet room, door snapping shut. Ahsoka composed herself for a moment, plastering on a confident smile before turning to face Rex.

“What did you want to talk about, Captain?” she asked, falling backwards into a seat and looking up at the Captain with careful casualness.

Rex pulled off his helmet. His expression cracked Ahsoka in half.

“You don’t have to do that with me, Commander Tano. I know General Kenobi’s not on a mission,” he said quietly, voice as sad as his eyes. “Cody and I—and I think Waxer, we’re the only vode who’ve been read in on...what Kenobi tried to do.”

She looked away from that pitying, pitiful gaze, eyes suddenly burning.

“The last direct news I got was more than two days ago,” she finally said, giving up on the act and slumping forward as Rex set his helmet gently on the table. “Skyguy called me to ask a bunch of weird question and told me...you know. I felt Master Kenobi’s presence earlier this—kriff this was just this morning...” she trailed off.

“Language,” he corrected automatically. She chuckled wetly and absently pulled out a chair for him with a wave of her hand. He settled into it stiffly.

“I found out the night of,” Rex admitted. “They called Cody to ask about—about possible toxins. I think they were just searching for any kind of explanation. They let me visit him yesterday—”

Ahsoka hunched further and Rex paused for a moment before continuing awkwardly.

“It just looked like he was sleeping—healers said he was physically doing fine, so. I’m not a medic, but he’s definitely really well cared for.” Rex cleared his throat. “In terms of General Skwalker, I, uh, got a message from him the night before it happened about something completely unrelated, then nothing for three days, then a message before dawn this morning saying he had to ‘step down due to personal failures’ and he ‘trusted me to lead the 501st in his stead.’ Wrote that he needed to ‘earn his current rank.’”

Ahsoka’s head snapped up, intense focus charging the room. Rex let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“I commed him right back, and he said that it was ‘partially about Obi-Wan, but more about past wrongdoing’. He apologized for abandoning me and the rest of the 501st, but told me he had to work on ‘his judgement’ before he could trust himself to act as General. The official memo about their temporarily absence from the command structure, for ‘undisclosed reasons’ came out about 5 minutes after we talked. Along with the promotion of Krell and General Tiin.”

“He messaged you this morning? He stepped down voluntarily?” she asked, feeling betrayed all-over again. “What the kriff?”

“Did he—he told me he was planning on comming you once you were closer to Coruscant...” he asked, looking at her hesitantly.

She let out a frustrated snarl, chair falling to the ground with a clatter as she began pacing the room. “Well he didn’t!” she ranted, attempting to stalk off her frustration. “Something more must have happened, and the council doesn’t want us to know what! What you saw on the loading dock was all the information anyone gave me! For all I know they’re both dead!”

Rex inhaled sharply and the padawan attempted to backtrack her words. “No, I don’t mean that, I can sense Skyguy he’s just—distant.”

“But you can’t sense General Kenobi,” he said grimly.

“I don’t have a direct training bond with him,” she replied severely. “And he’s good at shielding, and he’s usually—it’s not like he’s the loudest Jedi, you know?”

“You said you felt his presence this morning?” he pressed. “General Tiin and Krell did too, I think. Tiin seemed relieved at first but then—”

“He disappeared,” Ahsoka said quietly. “It’s like he reached out and then—it wasn’t even like letting go he just stopped.”

“Krell said he died,” the Captain reported matter-of-factly.

Ahsoka flinched. “There are—there’s other explanations. He might have just pulled up his shields really abruptly. It—I’m not saying it’s impossible, but I’ve felt Jedi die before and it doesn’t usually feel like that.”

Rex shifted awkwardly. The tortugan padawan paced back and forth, trying to release her helpless uncertainty into the force.

“Do you think it’s possible they might be on a special assignment?” he asked wearily. “I mean, it makes more sense in some ways that General Kenobi was just setting up some really intense cover for himself, and—and—General Skywalker got—accidentally wrapped up in it.”

Commander Tano rubbed her temples. “I wanted to think that too...I mean, it would be a pretty messed up choice of cover story, but...I really don’t think so” she said finally. “Skyguy was trying to put on a brave face when he talked to me but he was pretty—I’ve never seen him so destroyed—I mean getting shot down on the battlefield is one thing, but losing someone because—because you didn’t tell them how much you appreciated them, or because you added to their alright insane workload just through your presence—”

Suddenly Rex was in-front of her, chair scraped back and hands on her shoulders. “I’ve been through this was Cody, and I’ll go through it with you again as many times as it takes—you cannot blame yourself for this.”

She looked away. His hands tightened. “I’m serious,” he said emphatically. “I don’t know what’s going on, but you and Cody are the best of the best—if there was any warning sign to see, any enemy to fight, you would have identified it, fought back, won. I’m sorry, but the whole high council was surprised too, and they see him often enough! It’s—the whole situation’s kriffed up but it’s not your fault.”

“I know,” Ahsoka said quietly. “I’m sorry Skyguy stepped down on you—”

“That’s not your fault either—”

“Yeah, I know, you’re repeating yourself Captain—”

“Well, it’s hard to tell if you’re listening sometimes—”

Ahsoka gasped theatrically. “Is that anti-montral sentiment? I think it might be, after special Kamino sensitivity training too—”

“More like anti-anti-helmet sentiment. Seriously you’d think—”

“I’m a Jedi and I practice ataru. Armor would just—”

“—’slow you down’ I know, I know.”

Ahsoka giggled and the two of them found themselves wandering over to the small viewport, watching stars distort and stretch as they sped along the hyperlane.

“Have you—are you familiar with Krell?” Rex eventually asked.

“Not really,” Ahsoka admitted, wrinkling her brow. “I know he’s a pretty talented duelist—he’s got his own four armed Jar’kai style that’s apparently almost impossible to do anything against, but I’ve never actually gotten to see it in action—I don’t remember him hanging around the temple much growing up, and I’m not really certain where he’s been stationed during the war. I guess Master Windu assigned me to 501st duties so specifically so I wouldn’t bother him too much for sparring practice while he’s figuring out his duties? What’s your read on him?”

Rex radiated discomfort and Ahsoka eyed him cautiously.

“I haven’t—seen him on the battlefield. I’m sure he’s very capable. He’s not the most...respectful Jedi I’ve met.”

Ahskoa smirked. “Well, that shouldn’t be too much of a problem, right? If he gets the job done? I mean once you got a jetpack you made it your personal mission to throw Anakin of a cliff as often as possible! And Kix stole all of Anakin’s pants after he kept escaping bacta and messing up Medical.”

“I don’t mean respectful like that, Commander,” Rex said quietly.

“What do you mean, then?” she asked, feeling a prickle of unease.

“It’s nothing to worry about right now, but I’d—appreciate if we could talk about your...impression after our limpet meeting with the Negotiator tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Captain. We’re—we’re in this together, right?” Ashoka replied hesitantly. For the first time that conversation, she reached out to him, softly placing a hand on his arm and desperately trying to press her tangled feelings of friendship, loyalty, and gratitude through the force.

Rex smiled, seeming to get the message. “Yeah Commander,” he responded hoarsely. “We’re in it this together.”

Part XXV

#star wars #star wars au #ahsoka tano #captain rex #star wars fanfiction #my au #suicidal misunderstanding au #star wars au no 27

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gch1995 · 2 years

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I've noticed a trend as I've been reading various fanfics for star wars, often even ones that are supposedly Anakin positive, that he's "stupid" or "dumb". Sure, he doesn't politic well (I can relate) but his mechanical know how is possibly unparalleled.

There are so many instances of padme being "oh I married an idiot" but not in a "anakin put his lightsaber in the fridge" moment or was hyper focused and missed something, but like "can't lie very well or pick up of subtle conversation cues"

so many times it will also be mentioned that Anakin "doesn't read" and "makes rex do all his paperwork probably" I always figured from the goof off side of anakin we see in certain moments in the movies, that Anakin would be more likely to look like he's not doing his paperwork, but totally doing it, because he loves his men. Also I don't see Rex putting up with Anakin making him do everything.

But, Anakin isn't stupid or irresponsible, he just isn't "sophisticated" in the movies he's moody and straightforward, in his attack on Dooku he was being overly emotional, but a hell of a lot just happened, while the clone wars just make him out to be a dark kinda broody jock guy? It's confusing.

Gimme my moody mechanical genius, pilot boy, who can probably figure out how to survive anywhere. Who prefers doing to sitting around (adhd/unresolved worry that if he isn't busy his owner will be mad) but this continuous "oh he isn't very bright but we love him anyway so infantilizing and weird. (sorry this has gone all over the place)

Oh, yeah, I absolutely do hate the way this fandom tries to act like Anakin is a dumbass just because he’s rather socially inept, impulsive, and not interested in politics. In Attack of the Clones he’s being melodramatically poetic when trying to flirt with Padme and convince her to give their burgeoning romance a chance after she kissed him on the balcony when she pulls away at first by saying stuff like “I’m haunted by the kiss you shouldn’t have given me,” “I’d much rather dream about Padme-her presence is intoxicating,” and “You’re asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do.”

The boy might not be interested in politics, but he clearly must have read and studied a lot of literature and poetry in class because Anakin’s vocabulary seems pretty advanced. We see this in two of the prequels and all of the OT films. Also, all the mechanical knowledge and robot building would require a lot of intelligence, like you said.

I do imagine that Anakin would do his paperwork as a Jedi knight for his men, though he doesn’t like doing it.

So yeah, Anakin Skywalker was a child prodigy, and he didn’t just wing it with his force power to get ahead either. He worked hard to earn his place. Sure, he could be arrogant at times before going to the dark side, but no more so than Obi-Wan and the rest of the Jedi Council. If anything he was less arrogant than them before falling to the dark side. He was the only one who ever apologized to Obi-Wan and the Jedi Council when he got called out as being wrong by them, even if he wasn’t at fault, or wasn’t the only one at fault. Obi-Wan, Yoda, and the rest of the Jedi Council could never apologize for doing wrong when they got called out, and they could never accept that the Jedi Order had turned the whole “greater good” mantra into an excuse to cover up for doing the wrong thing that was easier than doing the right thing under pressure after awhile. They could never admit to their system being toxic.

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #star wars prequels #anti jedi apologists #yoda critical #hayden christensen #jedi council critical

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i was wondering if you could write something where maybe the reader is obi-wan’s s/o and maybe he’s noticed that they’ve been down for the past few days and he like sits them down and talks to them about it and is just kind of comforting about it? i completely understand if this is too heavy and i apologize if it is. i hope you’re having a beautiful day :) <333

HER COMFORT, HIS STARLIGHT ——————— ˚ ⋆ ⊹ * · .

➣ an obi-wan kenobi/senator!reader fanfic

➣ SUMMARY - obi-wan realizes that his absence and the war is taking its toll on his significant other, the reader. and so, he takes it upon himself to comfort his lovely senator.

➣ A/N - of course I can! not too heavy at all! thank you so much for the request ! I got so excited when I saw the notification, you have no idea. I hope it was okay that I took a little bit of creative freedom in what was causing the reader's sadness. and I also added in a little bit of heart shattering jedi code vs. loving jedi angst. I also didn't pay too much attention to editing so lmk if there's a typo. feel free to send me something to write or maybe check out my masterlist for my other works!

➣ WORD COUNT - ~2.5k

➣ WARNINGS - sad reader, and I think that's it. maybe mentions of war.

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obi-wan felt it. he felt the way the sadness crept in and dimmed the edges of the force signature he loved so wholly. he felt it fading in and out whenever he was around, and while that was at least a small comfort - for it meant that you were at least happy in his presence - the lingering sadness had been there for days. and obi wan couldn't bear to see you suffer in silence any longer.

you're sadness was overwhelming your force signature, though you were not aware of it, and obi-wan wished that he could focus on relaying his latest mission into holofile for the archives, but it was damn near impossible when you were sitting so delicately and so forlorn on his bed, losing yourself in a holo-book to keep the sadness at bay. he wanted more than anything to be in your arms, pressing kiss after fluttering kiss to the curve of your heated cheek, to see you smile and feel the sadness lose its grip on the one he so dearly loved.

he loved that about you: how strongly your emotions were shown through the force. your angelic halo of soft sweetness was adorable to obi-wan, especially when it mixed with his and softened the edges of his grief-wracked essence and ebbed the pain of holding the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

but that was besides the point. your sadness, and the simple remembrances of your smile and your laugh was enough to tug at his heartstrings. the idea that something was bothering you, a fault that could potentially trace itself back to him, was worrying him. and so, in the soft, blue light of the fading day, with the bustling, silvery coruscant as a shining backdrop, obi-wan sat before your place on his bed and tried to make it better. a single, ever-gentle, fingertip brushed along your jawline before delving smoothly into your hair, and brushing the strands that had fallen into your beautiful face behind your ear - diverting you from the holo-book that had so thoroughly held your attention only moments before. the sensation of his gesture and the softness that lingered in his starry, ice blue gaze brought a small smile to your lips, but only for a moment before it returned to nothingness.

'whatever is the matter?' he fussed, worry drawing a slight crease between his brows, and collecting in the forming wrinkles by his eyes - a small detail of his which you absolutely adored. 'your signature. it feels...sad and conflicted.'

your head dipped in shame at obi's question.

he was a jedi, you a senator; he was constantly across the galaxy fighting a war that you were stuck dictating, praying to the maker that he would return. he had only just returned from a mission in the outer rim that had taken months, and now in three rotations he would be gone again, off to some remote planet or star system to hunt down the separatists and the sith, to bring the good within him to the galaxy.

yes, of course something's the matter, my sweet jedi.

how could you tell him? how could you so selfishly claim that you were not whole without him - him and his comforting presence waiting for you in your chambers after a long day of debates in the senate chambers, his soft words of comfort and his sweet nothings that fell from his lips like honey, the way his strong arms would hold you so delicately close and his fingertips would lose themselves in your hair on the days when the war was especially hard on the both of you, his laughter, his shining blue eyes and strawberry blonde beard, and warm smile and just him - when billions of lives depended on him and his 212th? how could you so selfishly want for him, when it was already forbidden, already against his code, when his deft hand and shining lightsaber and his incredible negotiating skills and duty was to the galaxy, not to you?

your silence was deafening, and obi-wan was drowning in it. and so he raised a gentle hand to the soft curve of your cheek, letting his thumb run loving little circles into the skin there as if to say please, darling... I'm here. just tell me.

you couldn't help but lean into his touch, eyelashes fluttering against his palm to hide the tears that had sprung to your eyes and burned like the wildfire of guilt, lips soft and plump as they hid themselves in his touch.

and then his hand lifted from your cheek, so he could place his forehead against yours as two fingers grazed your temple gently - a polite and loving query, a plea to let him in.

'may I, darling?' obi-wan asked, words no more than a heated whisper that fanned against your skin delicately.

and with a nod and your silent permission, you felt your energy gently flex inward as his consciousness became one with yours, the warmth of his signature melding with your own. a tear fell gently down the curve of your cheek and collected along the ridge of obi wan's thumb before it cascaded down his wrist. obi-wan found tears of his own gathering beneath fluttering lashes at the mixture of longing and guilt that filled him as you let him in.

'oh, my starlight.'

eyes fluttered open, shining with the silvery light of stars and of coruscant and with worry and guilt, longing and love.

'I'm sorry, obi-wan, I know you-"

your pain-filled whisper was cut short by obi-wan's lips, soft and kind against your own as he held the sides of your face with gently calloused hands. you could feel the remnants of his signature, warm and strong, still mixing with your own.

now it was obi-wan's turn to bow his head under the heavy weight of war. his hands found your palm, fingertips pressing lightly against your pulse as he lifted your hands to his lips with his own. his beard was soft and tickled the backs of your hands as he pressed kiss after kiss to the soft hills and valleys of your knuckles.

'my duty is to you, first and foremost. it's this blasted war that is tearing me away from my duty, from where I belong... from you. not the other way around.'

his words were soft, and his lips kind as they brushed delicately against your skin as he talked in barely more than a strained whisper, kissing trails of love along your hands and upwards towards your wrists.

'but thousands-millions even... they owe their lives to you obi-wan. you break the code for me, risk everything for me, and on top of that you have a war to fight and win,' you worried, the tears beginning to spill over. 'and here I am, crying like a child over your departures as if I have some claim to you, as if my life is more important than a galaxy of others who-'

'oh, my starlight, no,' obi-wan's gaze shot up to find your own, soft and serene, and filled with twinkling, sobbing stars dancing in his own tear-glazed gaze in that moment where his brows were drawn together to form that soft little line between them and his frown was so profound that the beard of auburn and gold did very little to hide it.

'darling, I need you to forget about that, forget about the galaxy, and listen to my words, alright? can you do that for me?'

you nodded softly, a timid, worried signal to continue. his hands, oh those strong, calloused hands, so delicate against your skin, so loving and protective, found the sides of your face again, his thumbs wiping the tears away until they were no more.

'this war would mean nothing to me if it weren't for you. i am a jedi, yes, a trained warrior and a negotiator, a pilot and a general. but above all, I am yours. you hear me?'

the emphasis he put on the word yours was enough to make your heart melt, sprout wings of white feather and take flight, and shatter into a million pieces all at once. and as if the soft push of the dark warmth of his timbre and the soft lilt of coruscanti basic through the space between the two of you wasn't enough, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pushing through the force the absolute adoration he had for you, the highest regard to which he held you in his heart. you were his starlight, the entity of life and light around which he revolved. and a war, nor a code of aloof isolation could stray him from your gravitation.

his hands fell from your face, sliding to the back of your head and the curve of your spine, guiding you into his arms and comforting embrace. you sighed as he tucked your chin into the curve of his neck and broad shoulder, gathering you into him and holding you tight.

'I know its hard, darling. i hate to leave you for months on end too, to not be able to hold you close after a long day in the senate and in the council, to not see your lovely smile, to worry that your safe and some blithering idiot hasn't attempted to take your life from me. it takes all I have not to turn around and run back into your arms the moment I leave. I feel your sadness, darling. I feel it across star systems, from the outer rim to the edges of wild space, for maker's sake. our grievances with this war are one, I assure you.'

you knew obi-wan could feel your tears streaming from your face on onto his bare shoulder in that moment, and you thanked the maker and the stars above when his fingers started combing gently through your hair and rubbing soothing circles in your back, calming you in the ways he knew only he could.

'but you have to understand, this war changes nothing about how I feel for you. you are entitled to your love, my starlight, just as I am to mine... to you. it is not selfish, not when your presence in the force has become one with mine, and mine with yours. my love for you only grows stronger the more I'm away from you, and solidifies its existence in my heart in your presence. yes, thousands of lives depend on me, but I depend on you, darling. I am yours, not the galaxy's... yours.'

obi-wan pulled you gently from your place upon his shoulder, your arms sliding from his back like silk and chiffon sliding gently, lovingly against cotton and wool. his stormy gray irises softened to a shining blue, devotion twinkling like stardust in the dim light of his chambers as his gaze found yours, and a smile so whole and so true spread across his lips, and caused his eyes to wrinkle sweetly at the corners while he held you steady with those loving hands against your cheeks, tear and heated blush mixing upon their surface.

'darling, stop crying, your going to make me cry,' he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the storm of guilt and longing that had been forming over the past few days now dissipating to a lovely sun shower in your heart.

'forgive me,' you laughed quietly, a smile taking over and eyes fluttering shut delicately, knowing that his accusation was only made in jest to make you smile.

his forehead met yours, soft auburn hair, tickling your cheek as it fell from its neat place atop his his head. in that moment you couldn't be happier, your worries dissipating into the nothingness of the quietly sweet moment.

'you are my reason to fight, darling. but more importantly, you are my reason to live, to return, to make this galaxy a better place for the both of us. I know it takes weeks and months away from us, my love, but I will not leave you... and I will never stop loving you.'

his words may have dissipated into the cool evening air around you, but they had burned themselves into your heart and into your memory, for later use when he was off-planet again and you were in need of his comfort.

'darling?'

the words broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the two of you.

'yes, obi?'

'once this war is over,' obi-wan whispered, his words full of weight and of love. 'say the word, and I will leave the jedi order.'

your eyes shot open, shock sending you reeling out of the soft moment as a gasp fell like forget-me-nots from your lips. you searched obi-wan's now equally frantic gaze for any semblance of a joke, the humor and sarcasm he was so ell equipped with. yet, all you can find in his cerulean gaze is love, fidelity, devotion, and a down-right seriousness which shook you to your core.

'obi-wan! you can't be serious!'

'I am, darling,' he sighs, 'if it means a place in the galaxy that is only ours... the rest of my eternity spent with you, then I will.'

'but your position on the council! the order-'

'are nothing compared to the purpose I have found in you, my starlight.'

oh... oh obi-wan.

'your love gives me strength,' he sighed, gaze softening once more from their serious sharpness that had filled them only moments before, the severity of his promise ebbing away to loving truth as his thumbs began their circling comfort once more. 'and no code nor meditative session can give me the sense of goodness and purpose your love does. should you give me the chance and the honor, my starlight, I will leave the order. but the choice is yours. do you understand?'

'obi-wan, are you completely sure that's what you want?'

'as sure as I am that you are here before me, tucked into my arms, and that it is here with you that I belong,' he murmured, the corner of his lips quirking upward slightly into a lopsided grin. a note of worry plagued his aura as the adorable little crease formed once more between his brows. oh, how you wanted to kiss his worry away, starting with that adorable little crease.

'is it what you want?'

'I just laid my thoughts and feelings from the past few months before you, obi-wan,' you laughed, with a delicate shake of your head, a shining smile and an adorable scrunch of the bridge of your nose that sent obi-wan's heart flying through the stars. 'you truly think I wouldn't want you all to myself for as long as you can bear to be with me?'

a hearty laugh filled the small quarters as obi-wan threw his head back in laughter at your comment, falling back happily onto the clean linens with you not so far behind.

'there is nothing to bear, darling,' he smiled happily, the whole of the corellia system shining in his loving eyes, as he began to fiddle with the hair that had fallen into your eyes. 'and everything to love.'

you reveled in the way his arms wrapped around you in that moment, holding you to his broad chest as your fingertips delved into the auburn waves of his beard, before pressing a kiss so sweet to his lips, that you couldn't help but linger mere centimeters from him after they parted from your own.

'you better end this war soon then, general kenobi.'

obi-wan's heart burst aflame at the sound of his title falling like a prayer from your loving lips, lips that burned to meet his again and again in thunderingly sweet succession.

'for you, my shining starlight - my darling - the galaxy is yours.'

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slimy-eye · 3 years

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Clone Wars AU Where Maul Saves The Galaxy

Kenobi senses something terrifyingly familiar (and very much alive) on Lotho Minor while meditating on the war in a neighboring system. Feeling as if it is his responsibility to confront a remnant of his past, he leaves his command post without so much as a word and throws himself onto a fighter, before traveling alone to Lotho Minor. He’s anxious, and ready for a fight, as he lands on the world of trash and begins seeking out his old and lethal enemy. Following Maul’s signature in the force, Kenobi eventually discovers his foe among the junk, and realizes instantly that the former Sith before him was no longer who he used to be. He was suffering, damaged, and insane.

Despite the bloody scrawling of ‘Kenobi’ across the structure walls, Maul doesn’t seem to recognize his old enemy. His eyes are unfocused, and he mutters incoherently. Overcome by intense and crushing guilt, Kenobi carries Maul’s damaged body back to his ship. You can imagine the surprise of his comrades when he returns to to the Star Destroyer with a crazed Zabrak cradled in his arms, muttering endlessly about revenge against the man that held him. Against the agitated advice of Anakin, Kenobi returns to the temple, and presents Maul to the council. The Zabrak doesn’t seem to even know where he’s at. He doesn’t seem to be able to focus on the Jedi seated around him. He crouches, and mutters to himself, blind to the surrounding world. Tempers flare, but Jedi Master Plo Koon makes it blatantly clear that it would be cruel to force Maul to undergo a trial, and afterward, prison, while he is in such a fragile state. Reluctantly, the other Jedi eventually agree. Still plagued by his guilt, Obi-Wan designates himself as Maul’s caretaker, and out of fear that he could come to his senses at any time, the Council decides that Maul must remain in the temple, not only hidden from the public, but hidden from The Senate as well, despite knowing that their actions would not be looked upon fondly by the government that they were meant to serve.

Maul remains in the temple throughout the war. Over time, he appears to recover somewhat. Instead of clawing his own skin and scrawling words of bloody vengeance across the walls, he paints bright colors across a canvas, under the guilty and ever watchful eyes of his Jedi caretaker. When Kenobi is called away from the Temple to see to the war efforts, Plo Koon is almost always left behind in his place, dutifully watching over the maddened Zabrak. His makeshift prosthetic waist and legs are replaced with professional care.

Eventually, Maul’s endless desire for revenge seems to transform into a childlike curiosity for the world. It was not uncommon to see Kenobi guiding him through the temple gardens, where he would gently touch every petal on every flower.

Suddenly, and quite unannounced, the Jedi at the temple are surprised by the presence of Chancellor Palpatine. No doubt he has sensed Maul’s presence, but he cannot give that knowledge away to the Jedi. He lies to the Council, and claims to have come for other reasons. During his stay, Maul becomes visibly agitated. The fear in his eyes leaks into the surrounding air. Everyone around him can feel it. Obi-Wan does his best to offer the Zabrak comfort, but to no avail. Maul begins muttering about his ‘Master’, about ‘Darth Sidious’, and when Palpatine finds them in the garden before the Council can warn Ob-Wan to return the former Sith to his room, Maul cowers behind his Jedi caretaker.

Suspicious by this newfound behavior, Kenobi plays it off, and apologizes to The Chancellor, stating that Maul is harmless now, and not quite ‘all there’ in terms of mind. Palpatine lingers for an uncomfortably long time, but eventually says his polite goodbyes, and promises that he will keep Maul’s presence in the temple to himself. That should have come as a relief, but Kenobi could feel the distress from Maul. He could feel the terror. He knew something wasn’t right. Turning to embrace Maul, he finds him cowering in the flowers, staring toward the door where Palpatine had exited. Normally Kenobi would pay Maul’s mutterings no serious mind, but this time was different. Maul seemed convinced that the Chancellor was a Sith Lord. His former master. As maddened as the Zabrak may be, Kenobi could find no source of delusion. This was real.

Gently, he walks Maul back to the Council Chamber, and addresses his fellow Masters. He presents them with grave news. Some, like Mace Windu, take the idea that the Chancellor could be a Sith Lord very seriously. He lays out the implications of what it could mean, and how they couldn’t afford to be wrong about this. The consequences to the whole of the Order would no doubt be quite severe. If Palpatine was, in fact, not a Sith Lord, then the people would lose faith in the Order, and accuse them of political sabotage. But if he was...they couldn’t afford to not act. Others reminded their fellow master’s that Maul was not sound of mind. Surely they couldn’t believe the ramblings of a madman? But Kenobi was insistent. If the council refused to investigate, then he would do it himself. They all knew it was not a mere threat. Obi-Wan wasn’t a liar. And to make such a bold claim in front of the Council...none of them could deny that Kenobi was passionate about this.

And so, the Council sets up a meeting with The Chancellor to discuss what he believes the Order should do with Maul. While the Chancellor is distracted, Plo Koon and Ahsoka Tano investigate the Chancellor’s office in secret. Skywalker, do to his closeness with Palpatine, was notified of what was going on, but was not permitted to join the investigation. Anakin had never been happy with Maul’s presence at the temple, and so of course, he’s agitated. He won’t believe anything that Zabrak mutters about. He paces the temple endlessly, until his padawan and Plo Koon finally return. They had found evidence of potential Sith activity in the office, but none that proved outright that Palpatine was a Sith Lord himself. Regardless, Plo Koon enters the Council chamber, where the Jedi are still discussing Maul with the Chancellor, and lays the evidence bare. Palpatine appears flustered, but he plays it off. That evidence must have been planted, but the Order presses on, and suddenly, they sense a slip up in the force, a sudden flash of anger, and power. Palpatine realizes that he let his emotions slip as well. Without hesitation, he pulls a crimson lightsaber from his robes, and attacks.

Despite the presence of nearly the entire council, Palpatine puts up an incredible fight. He nearly escapes through a shattered window, but it’s Mace Windu that strikes the final blow. The head of the Sith rolls clean off his shoulders.

With Palpatine dead, Maul seems to be in unusually good spirits. The tension in the temple is lifted. Anakin realizes his mistake, and contemplates leaving the order, but either way, he is saved from the Sith’s grooming. Order 66 will never be carried out without Palpatine’s voice to command it. The separatist army slowly begins to fall apart. Grievous is slain in one of the last skirmishes, and though Dooku makes many attempts to evade the Jedi, he is eventually apprehended, along with many other prominent figures of the army. The Republic can finally celebrate peace once more.

Maul would spend the rest of his life in the temple. He would never fully recover his mind, but everyone could see that he had felt that his former Master was no longer alive. The incredible hate and rage that used to radiate from him through the surrounding force in waves was now mysteriously gone.

...Anyways, who wants a fanfic on AO3? And if ya’ll have chapter ideas, ya’ll better gimmie gimmie cause I might just include them, hehe.

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cherrykenobi · 3 years

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even if for a moment

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

warnings: i realized i characterize obi like a gentle himbo the other day so there's that ig

note: heeyy. i’m back lol how have u all been <3

There is something indisputably attractive in the way he holds himself.

He is the model citizen, you think. Words drip from his tongue like the most lascivious wines - he is firm and unwavering in his work, loyal to a fault. He is exquisite. Perhaps the Galactic Republic’s most valued general and yet, when it comes to love, you find Obi-Wan Kenobi is horribly sophomoric.

Not that you mind, of course. He remains charming in every sense of the word, and is all gentle smiles despite his fumbles. Imperfection, perhaps, is one of the greatest points of your patchwork relationship. You realize this in the long corridor of the Jedi temple, fingers barely brushing your robe as you walk. Your hurried pace seems to attract no attention except for the dust motes that clutter the windows and pirouette with your movements.

You haven’t seen him for months and months, neither of your schedules having allowed for a moment of peace since the war’s beginning. There’s a thrumming, youthful anticipation humming just under your skin, the kind that warms you to your toes and reverbs in every step farther, because you’ll see him today - really, truly see him.

Days’ worth of scenarios flitter through your head, daydreams of weeks past finally coming to light as the familiar, buoyant feeling buckles itself into the base of your throat. It’s a welcome sight after so long. You’re not even sure how much time will be granted for the two of you in private company but you’ll be seeing him, at the very least, and you suppose that’s enough for you. It’s enough for now.

The hallways have never seemed longer or maybe your legs have never seemed shorter but you’re gearing up to complain about it when you speed walk into a solid, sturdy presence. The apology barely leaves your lips before a deep, familiar laugh finds itself at your ears.

You should have known the whole ordeal wouldn’t have gone like any daydream.

“Going somewhere, General?” Obi-Wan asks, and the smile that slants his lips is more vivid than any other dream.

“Don’t call me that,” you say, but your mouth is already tilted into a smile of your own. The remark is quiet and kind and you hope he can hear it over the roaring in your ears.

“You seemed very dutiful rushing off like that,” he insists, “one might think you have more important places to be.”

A beat of silence. A tender, pulsing thing that bursts all in an instant. His smile softens and curves into something like affection, something that slumps his entire demeanor and turns it into dogged relief at the sight of you. “Hello, darling.”

It seems more intimate, somehow, and your nerves pick up all over again. A spark of challenge finds itself to your eyes and to the tone in your voice instead, and you tug at his sleeve in playful complaint. “Four systems in three weeks and you, on none of them? Stars, Kenobi, where have you been?”

“I’ve been around,” he muses, and then chases the opportunity to take your hand in his, calluses much more gentle than they ought to be. “Perhaps the issue is that you are just unable to catch up with me.”

It’s a comfort that you’ve missed sorely, nerves flickering in your chest and drying up like rain at the ease of it. “Not a chance, only I think that you’ve just made yourself scarce on purpose.”

“Do you really think that I would ever hide myself from you?”

“No,” you reply, perhaps much faster than the question warrants. The moment is far too tender for a Jedi’s corridor and something in you calls to let go of his hand but you can’t quite, not just yet.

Seeing him standing here after so long is still… surreal. His hand is in yours and it’s grounding, centering, sane. Only the fact that Obi-Wan lives and breathes is a miracle - here, amongst a war so unrelenting you can count on both your hands the number of times you’ve tasted death on your lips this past month; tangible. You wonder what he’d say if you told him this, told him that the gentle heave of his chest makes you more grateful than you’ve ever known, that the shine of his eyes looks like a sky your soldiers have not lived to see.

You wonder if he thinks the same.

Your thoughts seem to reach him - they always do, there’s always something about him that knows - and Obi-Wan’s grip seems to tighten for a moment. His smile shies into a soft sort of grimace.

He brings your joined hands to his lips, presses a kiss. Everything in you calls to find privacy because the sun has seen so little of your love that it seems out of place to indulge in such a place. Not out here, not where someone could turn a corner and meet with blatant disrespect of all the Jedi Order has worked to represent. You look at him.

“—How long are you—”

“—Are you staying until—”

“I’m sorry, I just—”

“—no, only that I—”

The resulting laughter is private, soft and mingled and good. It makes you feel lighter, somehow.

War hangs so much heavier on your shoulders since the last time you’ve met that the very idea of missing him has wrapped itself into an afterthought, set in feather downs and laid to rest against the jagged edges of battle. Here, though, as you share clumsy laughter, it seems worlds removed from the hostility and bloodshed you have come to know.

“Walk with me?” he asks. Obi-Wan’s head ducks down for a moment, his gaze meeting yours with the same unpolished sort of affection that you’ve become so fond of. Some unsaid restlessness sits beneath your interactions, some fear of leaving and an inability to ever spend a moment’s peace together.

The undoubted terror of departing and never seeing him again aches at your throat, bunches into a lump, and you want nothing more than to ignore it, even if for a moment.

You swallow it whole, and steel yourself. “Of course.”

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