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#he raised anakin all by himself and obi wan was in his 20s when anakin was a 9 year old or smth

phoenixyfriend · 9 months

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Hey have a fun AU I came up with the other day after reading a bunch of fics with related tropes

It's a raised Sith AU. Anakin was found by Sidious well before he was found by Qui-Gon. He was raised by the Sith, is a classically horrible monster stalking about TCW to be Vader (mask and all, just as an intimidation factor instead of life support) while Ventress and Grievous and Dooku do their own things in a different section of the war. He's got a Really Fucking Weird dynamic with Obi-Wan, mostly attempting to kill him etc.

At some point, Palpatine allows Anakin and Padme to meet. The romance that blooms is one that Sheev decides is useful to him, so he lets it happen.*

Padme gets pregnant. Sidious arranges for her death. Anakin loses his entire shit and tries to kill Sidious. Obi-Wan is off trying to save Padme, unaware of Anakin getting his remaining limbs cut off by his this-universe Master. (This is important, because Anakin does remember Obi-Wan trying to save Padme.)

So we have Anakin, who was raised Sith, and just lost the only things that have mattered to him since his mom died when he was a kid, and Palpatine has pushed him further into the Dark than he ever has. Anakin… knows more about the Sith Secrets in this universe.

Anakin finds a Sithly Time Machine. Maybe on Malachor. There's an owl? Whatever.

Anakin, someone who's been Vader for the vast majority of his life, wakes up at age nine. Maybe even younger, like six. His mother is already dead at Sidious's hands. He's already roommates with Maul. He's already being trained as a baby Sith.

Anakin, being a 20 year old war veteran, is much better at escaping than Sidious has planned for. He reprograms a medical droid to take out his slave chip, steals a ship, etc. All the stuff that Maul wasn't very good at, and Anakin was too young for, so Sidious didn't have the preventative measures in place for yet.

Anakin heads for the one place and person he thinks he can trust: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

(Obi-Wan is still a padawan. But this Baby Sith just declared him Adoptive Teen Dad, so.)

@lizasweetling (all indented bits from here will be hers):

Because Sith. Bad for mental health of the user and generally bad for their environs But also baby. And if hes dragging Maul around no doubt the dude is constantly himself confused why he is here Like yeah, Sidious sucked, and this 6-9yo is way powerful and knowledgeable on the dark side (?????) But why are we going to the Jedi? And not even trying to kill them apparently?????

Anakin is very much being affected by Baby Brain and Baby Endocrine System. He cries a lot more than he should.

I WASN'T THINKING OF HIM BRINGING MAUL BUT YEAH. THAT'S. THAT'S A POSSIBILITY.

Jedi Council trying to decide if this is more "Adult Sith got shrunk" or "child got evil man's memories." Vader wants to know why it even MATTERS. (He didn't actually plan on telling them, but he has very little self control right now.)

The first Good Act he does is tell them where to find Ventress and Ky. (In the original timeline, he viewed Ventress as like. Cool older cousin.)

Vader's right, that distinction does not matter Aaaw, she deserves that, that's nice Maybe she will be like 20% less homocidally traumatized

Anakin is furious when Maul and Obi-Wan pick him up under one arm like a package. He is a GROWN MAN he is an ADULT he was a SITH LORD and about to be a FATHER, he is TOO OLD FOR THIS.

They point out that he is Baby.

😂 sorry lord of evil, you're too baby, have a nap and maybe your feel better. Assuming the crisis on Naboo is still happening, and as such the vote of no confidence is right now, it might be a great time to report Sidious as a Sith lord. Post-escape from Sidious, both he and Maul definitely will need a nap. It's that kinda place.

Oh, it's probably at least a year before. Anakin keeps trying to sneak off to kill the man himself, but the Jedi are more ready for his Sneaking than Mustafar was, so he keeps getting caught before he can reach the Senate.

At one point he tries to just CHARGE the place and you get Mace and Obi-Wan sprinting after him. The News captures videos of this very small child getting chased by an older Padawan and a Master and they are mostly yelling for him to PUT DOWN THE SABER.

(Sidious might see him but what's he going to do? Might cause too many problems for Sidious to be aware of Anakin's presence with the Jedi, though. Best not.)

It's probably more expensive on average to hire an assassin on a child, just in general But on a jedi youngling??? If he can even find someone to do that, it will be so very, ridiculously expensive And likely 70%+ upfront payments

Ahsoka definitely seeks him out. Toddler baby child. She adores him for reasons unclear to anyone and everyone.

!!! Baby has baby!! Vader's probably a little thrown by this. Been a while subjectively since someone just loved him. And not even for like, a reason. Baby Vader coerced into sitting obediently for nap by tired kiddo: [The council liked that]

The number of times that vader could only be convinced to nap by Obi-Wan grabbing him, caging him in his own lap, and forced to Sit Quietly until he just fell asleep like that...

He has things to do, he's not tired 😡😡😡💢 (He's 9. Distances are between 150 and 195% longer when measured with steps, he's hungry (subjectively) all the time, and has only middling coordination He so is too tired)

Anakin doesn't know Qui-Gon at all but he keeps getting stuffed into the man's top because he's just. Small enough to fit.

Like the bomb boobs gif, but it's a small child.

the indignity

You just. You can't let him get too self-important.

Vader is Disgusted every time the pediatric healers try to talk down to him like they do to other 6yos.

The difference between this and other "Vader goes back in time to the Jedi" AUs (like Force of Many Sights) is that this Vader has never been a Jedi, and doesn't know anything about them except how they fight when he's trying to kill their friends.

Also Maul's there.

Because even he has a hard time taking himself seriously when hes so easy to manhandle Rest of the time; I am fear, I am death personified As luggage child: I am so small. The tiniest. I crave violence He's probably very annoyed they keep taking away his saber And hey! Obi gets practice not losing his! Woooo!

Something something Anakin clinging to Maul's back (piggy back ride) and chewing on his head or something stupid like that. Perfect height for head biting.

You know, the classic anime head bite

Maul probably has been nominally talked into this because this 9yo is a powerful darksider But he is also the world's most annoying tiny kid Maul would've thought his phenotype would make him immune to this ridiculousness He was wrong At least the teeth are a bit less pointy than his other little brothers'? Appreciating the little things

tfw your unwanted little brother drags you to what you think is a cult but actually they're way less culty than your last two places so you just stick around to keep an eye on the little shit

Anyway. ObiMaul for this one.

They're peers They're tired They just want to sit down and not have to chase this weird little murder child They have a lot in common 😊

They are all just a little bit stupid, I love them.

Qui-Gon is a Cool Mom (throws condoms at them and books it).

Yeah, that's about as much involvement as would be appreciated They probably did a lot of sparring before the tension broke Which did not relieve said tension, generally made it worse (Competence, athleticism, sweat-) Vader is confused, but probably doesn't mind He's probably glad they're distracting each other from stopping assassinating a certain someone (Which- that is 9yo hubris. He would need help to do that)

I still can't decide where on 6yo-9yo he falls but somewhere in there

Babies means easier hiding in shirt, teenie Ahsoka, and longer for him to convince the Jedi council to do a Sith hunt before the Naboo situation

Also longer for Maul and Obi-Wan to faff about being all Tension

* Vaguely inspired by the backstory of Rulebreaker/Wildheart, which is great but significantly more of a romance fic than this.

#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #maul #darth maul #obimaul #obi wan and anakin #anakin and obi wan #ahsoka tano #time travel #de aging #star wars #phoenix posts

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girlrandomstuff · 11 months

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I didn't get into Bail Organa tag to see “bail organa kidnaped leia” discourse.

No. He didn't kidnaped Leia. He ofered to protect an orphaned child which mother had just died and which father was a Sith Lord.

“Padme had parents and a sister who could adopt Leia”

Which Palpatine knew very well, knew were they lived and kept an eye on them. Imagine sending a new born baby who's just the clone of their daughter, who was the chosen one’s wife that died during childbirth with the child too. It would have killed all the lie they build to protect the twins.

“Well, at least they should have know”

I would have agreed if it was any other case scenario, but in this case it's literally the worst of the worsts scenario, the galaxy was ruled by two Sith Lords with the most military, scientific and supernatural power the Galaxy has seen in Centuries, the Jedi Order had been exterminated, the Chosen one was one of this Siths. They were afraid of the secret spreading out, and it's just common sense to know that the more people know about the secret it was easier to spread. The less persons knew about this the saffer the kids were going to be, the only ones who knew about the twins and the story behind them were Bail, Obi Wan, Yoda and Breha, not even Beru and Owen knew about Luke having a twin sister nor who his mother was, they didn't even know about Anakin being Vader (maybe they could have speculated but until now there's no prove they knew about Padme being Luke’s mother). THEY ARE SITHS, THEY COULD HAVE TAKEN FROM THEIR MINDS WHATEVER THEY PLEASE.

“if they wanted to protect the children they would have insisted Owen and Beru to change Luke’s name”

That's why Luke was send to Tatooine, cuz Obi Wan and Yoda knew Anakin would never go back there, they knew he would keep himself out of that place that meant a lot to his Anakin Skywalker “side” and Vader just wanted to destroyed and forget about Anakin. And to Vader/Anakin Owen (and Beru) didn't meant anything. It took Anakin more than 20 years to step a foot back on Tatooine.

“Anyways, Bail Organa didn't raised Leia like Padme would have wanted”

THIS ONE IS MAYBE THE WORST I SAW A WHILE AGO. Bail AND Breha Organa raised an amazing, funny and KIND little girl who literally became the most strong and brave and smart woman in the galaxy. Leia was literally the most loved child in the entire galaxy, no other family could have loved Leia like Bail and Breha did, sorry but that's a fact, Bail and Breha’s love was so pure no other couple and being could have matched their healthy relationship. I think this is just excuses to hate on Bail for free.

I'm not saying the jedi did everything good, but when it came to make choices about the twins they couldn't have done it better. They couldn't have done it better, Vader didn't knew about Leia until he read Luke’s mind, 24 years later

#bail organa #leia organa #breha organa #obi wan kenobi #yoda #luke skywalker #owen lars #beru lars #darth sidious #star wars #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #darth vader #palpatine

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tennessoui · 6 months

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Trick or Treat Counseling AU

trick or treat 😻🎃☠️

Here’s a silly 5 sentence fragment (jk it was supposed to be a 5 sentence fragment but nvm it’s like 20 lol):

Anakin bolts from the kitchen to the couch with a speed only possible through misuse of the Force.

Obi-Wan would comment on it, if only because he knows how much Anakin resents it when he does so, but he himself is rather preoccupied with the blinking comm sequence in the air.

Ahsoka has not voluntarily reached out to talk with them since the immediate aftermath of the war when she called frantic and rather wounded herself to make sure that they were still alive.

It’s set a rather bad precedent, if Obi-Wan’s being honest—now her name lights up his comm link and all he can think of is has someone almost died once more?

“Well, pick it up, pick it up,” Anakin urges him in the tone of voice of one who is absolutely thinking the same thing.

The blue lighted figure of Ahsoka is small and grainy, as if her connection, wherever she is, is bad.

“Snips!” Anakin says, body like a live wire beside Obi-Wan even as his voice sounds casual. “How are you?”

“Masters,” Ahsoka replies, dipping her head. She’s smiling slightly though her countenance otherwise can only be described as befuddled. “I received a packet of…questions. From a Sheari Flot’inae?”

“Oh wow, that was fast,” Anakin says. “We just gave her your name a few hours ago. Do you have questions about it? She said the packet would be sort of obvious.”

“Right,” Ahsoka says. “So. Just one question actually. Is this a joke or something?”

Her head is tilted to the right and her voice is confused; immediately, Obi-Wan understands she means no harm whatsoever in the asking.

The question stings all the same, and across their open bond, he can feel Anakin’s equal hurt.

“No,” Obi-Wan says carefully, allowing his hands to tighten around each other in his lap where they cannot be seen. “It is not. We, ah. We have recently decided that it would be for the best if we…addressed some of the problems in our relationship. To help us grow as people and partners.”

“Cause walking away isn’t an option,” Anakin adds, voice unreadable. Obi-Wan barely resists the urge to close his eyes.

“Our counselor requested we send her a handful of names that she could contact,” he says quickly. “With a questionnaire similar to one we filled out upon our intake with her. So she can get an outsider’s perspective on our relationship.”

“Right,” Ahsoka says slowly, drawing out the letters. “So this questionnaire is like the one you guys filled out…about your relationship with each other. And I’m supposed to take it seriously.”

“And complete it sober,” Anakin nods. “That’s important.”

Obi-Wan coughs. “It would mean so much to us, Ahsoka, if you were to help us in this. I know—we do not have the right to ask anything of you, that this may just be another burden we are placing on your shoulders unfairly and for our own personal gain, but no one knows us the way you do.” He clears his throat, and anakin’s hand falls to rest against the back of his. “You of all people would know how we are together in our happiest and at our worst. It would mean so much to me if you took this task seriously and with the wisdom and thoughtfulness I have always admired in you.”

“Right,” Ahsoka says. Her cheeks look darker, and Obi-Wan hopes she’s taken his words to heart. “So for question 6, what would you like me to put? Cause I’m not sure I understand why I’m being asked this if this isn’t all just a joke.”

Obi-Wan can feel his confusion mirrored on Anakin’s side of the bond. “What’s question 6?” Anakin asks.

Ahsoka looks down at the sheet of flimsi in her hand. “On a scale of one to five with five being very comfortable, how comfortable would you say the couple is with public displays of affection? For example, have you ever seen them kiss each other in public? If you can remember a specific time, please note.”

She raises her head to look at them, markings where her eyebrows would be if she were human raised high. “I can’t say I remember, Masters, so should I put that you save all the kissing for your quarters or will that make you sound too frigid?”

[trick or treat ask game!]

#asks #obikin #couples counseling au #yeah this is the moment they realize they’re in couples counseling #bless them <3

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imfromthemiddlekingdom · 8 months

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I love how stanikins bend over backwards to attempt to make Obi-Wan and the Jedi look callous and uncaring when all evidence points otherwise.

Obi-Wan is too harsh on him after he endangers his men and Ashoka to save a droid with confidential information on it which he didn’t wipe purposefully, oh no!!! He’s abusive!!!

Obi-Wan putting the good of the Galaxy above the ones he love because it’s his duty and philosophy to put the good of the collective above the good of the few he loves. Oh no!!!! He’s heartless!!! He should’ve let Anakin jump off the moving vehicle to save padme because muh love story!!!! He should’ve known that Anakin’s dreams about his mother dying was a vision and not a dream!!! Definitely not like Anakin told him it was a vision, “just a dream” verbatim from Anakin himself!!! Like if we take legends into consideration then Obi-Wan, someone who is strong in the Unifying force, would definitely have done shit if Anakin told him outright it was a vision but how was he supposed to know when Anakin himself 1) never had a vision before this and 2) never told his master what occurred in said vision?

Obi-Wan would’ve made Anakin fess up to the Tusken massacre if Anakin told him!!! He should’ve been a safe space for Anakin and been accepting like Padme and covered this horrendous miscarriage of justice out of love!!! He didn’t provide a safe space for a mass murderer therefore he deserves blame for it!!!!

The council didn’t want to admit a very clearly traumatized slave child who’s recently been freed because he would not be able to fully commit to their philosophy of non-attachment due to his experience and asking him to change how he viewed the world so shortly after being separated from his one support in life would be cruel so they denied him, therefore he was right to hate them!!! Especially Mace Windu because, checks notes, he was mean (???) to him (???) in the first act of the phantom menace???? Like have y’all not watched TCW and how Mace interacted with him????

Stanikins literally have every excuse under the sun to justify his every atrocity without giving him any agency in his own choice. His story is a tragedy!!! Let it be a tragedy!!! He was a slave boy with godly powers and traumatized beyond imagination! He could’ve been great if the circumstances were different, if one thing changed he would’ve been the greatest Jedi there were, but because he is literally doomed by the narrative, we cannot see him be the person he could be. He has great capacity for kindness of selflessness but because of his experience fear wins out and he desperately holds onto all the affection and love he could because his time as a slave taught him to do so. It’s a disservice to take away his agency, to make all his bad and disastrous decisions the fault of someone else, is to make him one dimensional. Let him be the villain he is and mourn the child he was and the person he could’ve been if he wasn’t doomed by the narrative before the prequels even came out. Let him be tragic. Let his decisions be tragic and doomed and unavoidable. Let him be sucked into villainy the moment he decided that his revenge is worth more than the lives of those that did not participate in the murder and torture of his mother. Let him be utterly unredeemable because of his actions. Let him doomed by his own actions as well as the narrative. Let him be himself instead of woobifying him into a victim of everyone else’s actions but his own.

He choose to massacre the Tuskens. He choose to massacre the Jedi. He choose to hunt any remaining Jedi left in the Galaxy for 20 years. He choose to put the life of his wife above the people who raised him and took him into their culture. He choose to do that himself. And it is tragic. It is sad. But it is no one’s fault but his own. His formative years shaped him into one who jealously hordes all forms of affection form those he loved most as a trauma response. He understands Jedi teachings (literally a whole arc in TCW where he teaches Ashoka what it means to be a Padawan and Jedi) he just doesn’t internalize it because of his trauma. He takes no one’s council but his own (showcased when he went to Yoda to ask for a method of cheating death and Yoda’s advice was sound if he were talking to any other Jedi other than Anakin).

Star Wars may be a a story of hope but it is also a tragedy. It’s about a boy how could’ve been great, it’s about a boy who was so full of hope and dooming himself because he’s too afraid and refuses to let the fear go so it turns into anger and hate. Taking away Anakins agency and blaming his actions on other people takes away the tragedy that is having someone great fall. A boy who was bad cannot fall and be doomed. It’s only those that have the potential to be great that falls the hardest and by taking away his own culpability in bringing in a genocidal empire (one he wished to rule no less) takes away the inherent tragedy of seeing someone so bright fall so low.

#anti anakin skywalker #Anakin skywalker critical #Star Wars #Star Wars is a tragedy #the only way for Anakin to fall from grace is if he had the capability to be kind and compassionate #and that’s what makes it a tragedy #jedi positive #pro jedi

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coraex · 10 months

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Alright, I'm gonna say this right now and hope I won't have to repeat myself :

SHIPPING A MINOR AND A GROWN ADULT ISN'T OKAY !!! It's weird, disgusting and I don't get how people think it's okay... Also shipping two adults when one of them basically raised the other isn't okay either (by that I mean a grown adult dating a young adult they basically raised). Here's a list of ships that I find extremely disturbing (and why) (I actually blocked the hashtags of those to avoid seeing disturbing fanfics and fanarts)

WARNINGS : mentions of predators and grooming at the end of this post

- Obikin (Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars) : this one actually DISGUSTS me on so many levels !

1) Obi-Wan knew Anakin since he was 10 and basically raised him.

2) Anakin said it himself in AOTC that Obi-Wan is the closest thing he has as to father. Pretty weird to ship them romantically if Anakin sees Obi-Wan as a father figure.

3) They're 15 years apart (when Anakin was 19/20 in AOTC, Obi-Wan was 34/35 --> yes, they're both adults at this age but Anakin is still extremely young. A 20 year old shouldn't date someone almost twice their age (the brain isn't fully developed until your mid to late 20s) so we can still be manipulated easily)).

4) Obi-Wan is Anakin's master meaning there's an imbalance of power. Obi-Wan literally has the upper hand on Anakin in terms of power (it's like shipping a teacher and their student).

All in all, shipping Anakin and Obi-Wan is extremely weird and not okay ! --> and the amount of fanarts I came across is, disturbing, to say the least.

- QuiObi (Qui-Gon Jinn & Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars) : This one is pretty similar to what I was saying about Obikin.

1) Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan since he was a child. And padawans are usually assigned to a master at a young age so we can see it as Qui-Gon raising Obi-Wan.

2) Yes, Obi-Wan may be 25 years old in TPM but Qui-Gon is nearly twice his age (he was 48 years old in TPM) which is extremely weird for me.

3) Just like with Anakin and Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan's master. Again, imbalance of power and being in a relationship with someone who's more powerful than you (in terms of ranks : just like a teacher and a student) isn't okay. The other person will find a way to manipulate you to get what they want.

Just like Anakin and Obi-Wan, I don't ship Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

- Anisoka (Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano from Star Wars : The Clone Wars) : Another master x padawan relationship... What is it with SOME fans and shipping a Jedi Master with their padawan ?!

1) Anakin and Ahsoka first met when she was FOURTEEN and he was TWENTY ! Just think for a second here : if you are 20 years old, would you be romantically interested in a 14 year old ? I'm 23 and I have NEVER been romantically interested in someone younger than me (I can't even see myself dating someone three years younger than me, let alone someone who's fourteen).

2) This is the third time I'm saying this but, again, imbalance of power ! And in two different ways : first off, Anakin is Ahsoka's master so his rank is higher than hers, second, with Ahsoka being 14 and Anakin being 20, he also holds some sort of power over her as she's still a teenager and he's a young adult.

3) Ashley Eckstein (who voiced Ahsoka) and Matt Lanter (who voiced Anakin) said it themselves that there's NOTHING ROMANTIC between Ahsoka and Anakin !

4) This one may be my personal opinion but Anakin and Ahsoka definitely had a brother/sister type of relationship.

This is probably the ship that disturbs me the most right after Obi-Wan and Anakin, and right before the one I'm gonna talk about next (also lucky me (sarcastic) came across disturbing fanfics and fanarts)

- Rexsoka (Captain Rex & Ahsoka Tano from Star Wars: The Clone Wars) : This is probably one of the Ahsoka ships that I've seen the most and I still can't see why people ship them romantically (just like the others)

1) Ahsoka was 14 when they met and Rex was 20 (technically he was 10 but that's not the issue here). So just like with Anakin : there's an imbalance of power in terms of age, and while Ahsoka's rank is above Rex's (she is Commander while he's Captain), that doesn't change anything.

2) Rex, while being older than Ahsoka, always respected her. He always called her 'Commander' even when she wasn't anymore and when he didn't, he nicknamed her 'kid'. Because she's younger than him and was literally a kid when they met.

3) In season 7 (episode 11 if my memory's correct), Ahsoka called Rex her friend ("The Republic couldn't have asked for better soldiers, nor I a better friend"). And I'm sure Rex also saw Ahsoka as his friend.

4) It's obvious that there's no ROMANTIC attraction between them (just like with the other previous ships listed). Also, since Ahsoka was 14 when they met, Rex probably saw her as a little sister (but that's just my opinion)

So... Again, a ship I find extremely disturbing (and lucky me (sarcastic) came across disturbing fanfics and fanarts)

Now, that would be EXTREMELY hypocritical of me to not mention Anidala and HanLeia. i can't say that I 100% support Anidala (Anakin Skywalker and Padmé Amidala from Star Wars) and HanLeia (Han Solo and Leia Organa from Star Wars). While I love both couples, I still find the age gaps quite disturbing.

Anidala : They're just 4 years apart BUT considering he was just 10 when they met (despite not seeing each other between TPM & AOTC so 10 years), it still a bit odd for me that she's shown interest in him (although, I admit it, Anakin couldn't stop flirting with her)

HanLeia : They're probably THE Star Wars ship that everyone knows (even outside of the fandom because of the famous "I love you. I know" line that is referenced in SO MANY movies/tv shows). Now, I also love them (and have been since I was like 6 years old) BUT the 10 year age gap has always been weird for me since she's barely an adult and he's a grown man when they met (she was 19 and he was 29). So, yes I love them BUT the 10 year gap is still weird to me --> again, at 23 years, I don't see myself dating someone who's 10 years older than me.

Do I love both ? Yes.

Do I still find the age gaps disturbing ? Yes.

Do I 100% ship them ? No because of the age gaps.

Now, I'm gonna go with a ship that's NOT from Star Wars but from Winx Club, and I recently found out about it (because I recently started to rewatch it (seasons 1 to 4 only).

- Valtor and Bloom (from Winx Club) : if you don't know what they look like (Winx isn't as famous as Star Wars so not everyone grew up with it), here's what they look like.

(this gif is literally from their first encounter at the beginning of season 3 (episode 5 I think)

Here are the reasons why it's not okay to ship them and is a disturbing ship :

1) Bloom is only a minor while Valtor is a grown man when they first met (she was only 17 (and not 18 as people claim it as she graduated only between season 3 and 4 so in season 3, she's 17) and he looks like he's in his late 20s but actually was over 1000 years old).

2) Valtor manipulated and tortured Bloom in so many ways ! He kept telling her that he knew what happened to her biological parents when he didn't. He lied to her about it, and multiple times (said that he killed them at first, then said that her parents were inside his body so that she wouldn't kill him). He tried to trick her into forming an alliance with him to fight the Ancestral Witches who created him from the Dragon's Flame (connecting him to Bloom as her powers are related to the Dragon's flame). He also tried to kill her more than once, manipulated her, tortured her, knowing she desperately wanted to know what happened to her biological parents.

3) His obsession with her was extremely disturbing and creepy.

4) Last but not least : he was Bloom's worst enemy.

There are many other disturbing ships within so many fandoms, but these are the ones I keep seeing the most and please reblog this as it's very important to talk about it. And please, tell me if there are any ships from other fandoms that also disturb you.

Another note : Remember that predators/groomers know how to lure their victims into a sick, violent, toxic and twisted 'relationship' by saying "you're mature for your age". There's no such thing as being "mature for your age". It's something predators will use to flatter their victim's ego and manipulate them.

If you still ship them after reading all this, you do you and you can disagree with me if you want (I can't tell you what to do).

#starwarsprequels #starwars #theclonewars #ahsoka tano #captainrex #anakin skywalker #obiwankenobi #qui gon jinn #han solo #leia organa #padme amidala #winx club #bloom #valtor

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krastbannert · 1 year

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How friends/family of the couple react for Rex/Ashoka

Anakin flips because what? It's Snips, his Padawan, and Rex, his second-in-command. It feels weird and for him, it comes out of nowhere. He did not see it coming. (He's also confused because when was that even an option, for a Jedi, even a former one, to have even a slightly public relationship? He spends considerable time thinking about this topic. For a friend, not for him, of course.)

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow, says something to the effect," Well, Anakin, she technically isn't a Jedi anymore," and goes back to his tea. Plo-Koon does something similar. (Both of them corner Rex and, in very proper but also somewhat un-Jedi-like fashion, tell him to behave himself.)

Cody lost a bet and had to pay 20 credits to his command sergeant.

Padme drags Ahsoka away and demands the tea. All of it. The whole story, one go. Pretty much all the girl talk.

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Ask came from this ask game!

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Anchor in the sands, part 1

Yandere! Obi wan x plus sized Jedi! Reader

@professional-yearner

With his mental state deteriorating in exile, Obi Wan latches on to the one constant in his life.

Warnings:

Attempted suicide

Panic attacks

PTSD

NSFW (Sex scenes, Nudity)

Age difference (Obi Wan only became romantically attracted to Y/N in her mid 20s)

Depictions of PTSD and suicidal thoughts/actions may not be accurate!

Notes:

Though not the center of the story Obi Wan is older than Y/N, by about 9 or 10 years. She would be about the same age as Anakin.

In this fic order 66 happens and reader, who was a close friend to Anakin and Obi Wan, chose to stay with him on his mission to protect Luke.

Sex scenes are not my strong point, so take what you read with a grain of salt.

I like to imagine the reader as having one of those builds where they look very soft and comforting, but have a lot of muscle hiding underneath and is more athletic than they look.

In an abandoned moisture farm in the Jundland wastes a man was pacing back and forth nervously. His hands shaking around the com he held as he once again sent a message out to his only companion on this world.

“Y/N, Y/N can you hear me? It’s Obi Wan. Please respond.”

No reply

“Y/N, please pick up. There’s a storm coming in. I’m worried”

Static

Obi Wan wanted to throw the com across the room. His breathing becoming ragged as he imagined everything that could of happened to his lovely Y/N.

Caught up in a drug war.

Shot in a seedy part of town. Parts of town she often found herself in for her role as a healer.

Captured and sold as a slave by The Hutts.

Taken by an inquisitor….

He stopped himself there. Y/N was a far more capable Jedi than people ever expected. Her kindness was not often mistaken for weakness, it when it was, they didn’t make the same mistake twice.

He shouldn’t worry. She was beautiful and charming and could talk her way out of a Krayt dragons den. But still. He wanted her here with him.

Here where he dreams of draping his arm around her beautiful soft body. Tracing the curves and valleys of her skin, looking into her beautiful eyes and seeing his love reflected in them.

He wanted the world for them, but Obi Wan was a coward for Y/N.

So he went back to pacing, the thought of her back home, snuggling up all cute having eased his mind enough to keep trying to reach her, but this calm would not last for long.

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In another part of the dessert, not far out from the Lars homestead a women rode her orlak, heading towards the wastes she called home. The normally unbothered animal started to throw its tasked head at a rock in the distance, getting restless, trying to speed up and prancing in circles when the rider tried to turn it back in the right direction.

“Calm down orla,”

Y/N muttered, hesitant to raise her voice and gain unwanted attention this time of night. She was supposed to be back home hours ago but there had been a spike of fever shooting through Mos Eisley.

She had been told it was a phenomena that strikes each year before the rains fall, and every nurse, doctor, healer and medicine man was needed to contain the outbreak. So she had stayed. Going from patient to patient, doing her best to comfort and take care of the people around her. Occasionally there was a serious case, one where the patient didn’t look like he was gonna make it through the night.

Not finding this an acceptable outcome, she dared to use small, trace amounts of the force. Stimulating the life energy inside the patient long enough for their body to fight off the fever.

Y/N had been successful, but it was hard, and for her, dangerous work. She worried slightly about the possibility of anyone sensing her. But no one came, so she figured she was safe.

This time.

So that’s how she found herself here. Outside the Lars’, in the middle of the night, with what looked like the storm of the century brewing between her and home.

And her usually calm and intelligent Orlak was pitching a fit at a rock.

Perfect.

Finally giving into the animals demands she heads towards the rock that insulted her friend so badly. Getting closer and closer the ‘rock’ started to look more and more like a person. When she was about six feet away Y/N dismounted Orla and approached what turned out to be an unconscious Beru Lars.

On this realisation Y/N quickly got to work assessing her injuries using the light of her torch.

Beru was knocked out alright, but thankfully the cut on her forehead didn’t seem to be the cause, as Y/N saw a needle with a very familiar liquid in it. A harmless enough poison. Too weak to hurt a human but enough to send them to sleep.

However Beru was gonna have one hell of a headache when Y/N woke her up.

Hovering a hand above the woman’s head, Y/N focused a small amount of the force into Beru’s injuries. Picturing it winding itself into the torn edges of her skin and gently sewing it back together, closing the wound.

Job one done, now all Y/N had to do was wake her up.

She didn’t need to use the force for this. Beru was no longer in danger of bleeding out, although concussion was a bit of a worry for her.

Having used too much of the force already today, Y/N went into Orla’s saddle bag and brought out some smelling salts and a water skin. Uncorking the salts the strong smell forced her to recoil, but it did it’s job and Beru jolted back to life.

Dizzy with what seemed to be more from dehydration than anything else, Beru blearily looked towards the blurry figure infront of her.

Y/N offered her the skin and Beru drank greedily, her shaking hands supported by Y/N’s strong, steady ones.

“It’s okay. Orla found you out here like this. Looks like you were darted and hit your head on the way down.”

Y/N said gently as she pulled the skin away from Beru. Concerned she may throw it up if she drank much more.

Suddenly Beru’s eyes widened, and she grabbed Y/N’s wrist.

“LUKE! They got Luke, they took him.”

This got Y/N’s full attention, suddenly not as concerned for the storms anymore.

“Beru, calm down. Who got Luke?”

“The sand people. He wondered too close to a caravan and they took him. I don’t know why, he wasn’t doing anything. I didn’t even see him approach, I turned my head for one second and he was gone!”

She desperately explained, on the verge of tears.

“Which direction?”

Y/N asked, not willing to waste anymore time.

“Umm, north east, it was a caravan that passes through the borders every week to trade with the Jawas. I think they have a permanent camp about an hours ride from here. But you can’t possibly be thinking about going after them alone?”

“I….am?”

I reply, questioningly at her. Worried but determined.

“I know you were a.. a Jedi.. but you can’t go alone they, they’ll…..”

“Beru.”, I say sternly. “Either I go now or we wait gods knows how long for the storm to pass and for Owen to gather enough men who aren’t sick or busy with the sick. Now, can I give you a lift home and borrow a speeder?”

Beru looks at Y/N with surprise, having never really heard her get stern before. A reminder that she used to command armies in battle. That She was perfectly capable of handling the sand people”

“Uh, yeah, that should be fine” Y/N helped Beru up onto Orla’s back, climbing up after her.

“Y/N, uh, thank you. I know you and Owen don’t really get along, at all, but for Luke, thank you.”

Y/N smiled at her, and set off at a brisk trot towards Beru’s house, where she left a very tired Beru, antsy Orla, and left with a speeder and blaster rifle, at the insistence of a gruff, and awkwardly thankfull Owen.

Before leaving he informed Y/N that Orla would be well taken care of, and that when she brings Luke back there will be a bed and meal waiting should she need it.

Y/N nodded at him. Touched by his faith in her abilities.

With that she set out into the night, in what was thankfully the opposite direction of the storm. One thing she forgot though, was her com which was still in her saddle bag constantly beeping and about to die.

As Y/N cut across the dessert she let her thoughts wander a bit. Back to home, where her old friend was and she grew concerned for him. He had grown somehow both more distant and more affectionate in the last few years. Obsessed with knowing where she was, he possessive over her when they were out in public together, pulling Y/N closer to him and laying his arm around her shoulder to ward off any sleezebags that commented about her size and or figure.

And there had been a few.

At first it had flattered her, made her blush. This man was the object of nearly every adult woman’s desire at the temple. Quite a few men too. He was charming, incredibly handsome, and dear gods he always smelt so divine. More than one person had been dared to steal his robes while at the temple.

They had always been friends but Y/N had always harboured a deeper affection for him. Something that had caused no lack of amusement for Anakin. But for the sake of their friendship She pushed it to the side.

It honestly seemed to her like he had a secret relationship going with his commander for a while. A not all uncommon occurrence if she was going to be honest, but one that they needed to be careful with. Then along came Satine back into his life. Y/N was never jealous of her. She was everything a woman wished they could be. Calm, kind, elegant, smart, and tough. She was a firm believer in pacifism and while not sharing that opinion, Y/N could defiantly respect her for sticking to her morals.

It crushed Obi Wan when she died. It crushed Y/N to see him so destroyed, empty and hopeless.

She could not bring herself to confess her feelings to him. Not then. So she fell into the role she knew best. A friend. At the time, she genuinely didn’t think that she was his type. Too large, ungracefull and not all that powerful, if she was going to be honest. She always took the sidelines compared to the absolutely beautiful women and handsome men he seemed to attract anywhere he went. And she got used to that position coming to appreciate the view.

But since coming here, even a little bit before, if Y/N was going to be honest, he had started to get closer. Clingier, more… she could only describe it as loving.

He’d check in on her, keep her company after a rough mission, hug her when in pain and defend her when she was being attacked, whether it was on the field or by someone closer to home.

Maybe one day she would dare to hope. But that would have to wait.

She had found the camp.

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Back in theJundland wastes, Obi Wan’s sanity was deteriorating. He was pacing, shaking and breathing raggedly, com in hand.

He had been calling and calling Y/N. Over and over for hours.

“ Y/N, please, darling pick up!”

“Please come home Y/N, I… I need you”

“Y/N, I’m begging you, talk to me, I love you”

“Please come home Y/N. Don’t leave me here alone. I don’t think I can be alone anymore, not since you’ve come along”

“I’m sorry for whatever I did, just please come back to me. Let me love you I’ll be so good to you, my sweet”

He sent one more message. He didn’t mean to but he did, it was a five minute long message of him crying.

He had curled up on himself and accidentally pressed send gripping the device, the only connection he had to his lovely, sweet Y/N.

After his last messages came back with nothing he threw the com across the room, accidentally using the force to destroy it as he curled in on himself and sobbed.

He kept re living all the deaths that had happened during the war. Gruesome and cruel. He kept seeing his darlings face on their bodies. Dull and lifeless. Her body next to Satine’s. Cody and Maul standing over them, mocking his weakness.

His failure.

His inability to keep the ones he loved alive.

His cowardice for running from Satine, leaving his confession too late.

His betrayal of Cody, as he left him behind to be a puppet for the empire.

His failure of Anakin, letting him fall to the dark side.

What a disappointment he must’ve been for Y/N. He never told her how he felt, hiding in the Jedi code. He neglected her for years as he tried to selfishly keep her at arms length, despite wanting nothing more than to bring her in close enough so that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.

He despised how many times he left her to wonder why she never seemed to be enough.

If she wasn’t beautiful enough.

If her body was unattractive.

He should’ve told her. He should’ve told her that she’s angelic to him. She’s soft, and sweet and warm and everything he had wanted after the war.

But now it’s probably too late. She’s probably out in the dessert, being torn apart by scavengers or worse, on a ship in another man’s arms.

And unworthy man’s arms. There’s not a single being in this galaxy that deserves her love and her dedication. He was no different but he knew, if given the chance, he could love her more, and care for her better than any slime ball for a thousand systems.

Obi wan looked up as the lamp light caught something and bounced into his eye.

Up on the table, a knife that Y/N had purchased from market for entirely too much sat. It’s half shined blade gleaming. She was adamant she could fix it up, and he was nothing if not a slave to her desires.

Obi Wan felt a rush of determination come over him.

He would wait for her. Wait for the sun to come up and hopefully bring her with it. But if the morning brought nothing but clouds, darkness and an empty, cold doorway, than he would not be forced to be alone again. He would be with his beloved. In this life or the next.

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Y/N approached the camp. Not knowing exactly how to non threateningly gain their attention, she sucked in a deep breath, and let out her best howl, trying to emulate their own calls.

It didn’t work. Not really.

It got their attention, but they still surrounded her, weapons drawn and trained on her.

Through the wall of sandy coloured robes she spotted a small boy with golden hair in white clothes. Looking scared but otherwise fine.

‘Bingo’ she thought to herself.

Slowly, so as to not spook the sand people she began to remove the blaster rifle from her shoulder and put it down on the ground. The lines in the sand peoples shoulders eased but their weapons were still trained on her.

In her best attempt at communicating with them through sign language, she told them that she was not here to fight, merely to discuss terms for taking to boy back home.

Luckily they understood her rough signing and most of the weapons were lowered. All but two which followed her to a fire on the edges of camp, where she was sat down infront of a sand person with decorated robes.

He handed her a melon and gestured to break it open. Taking one for himself and drinking it’s contents. She copied him, despite the foul smelling liquid. Not want to offend and make things more difficult.

Eventually, she managed to drain the melon.

She put its skin to the side and started to explain the situation with Luke.

“He didn’t mean any harm. He is adventurous and curious, not old enough to know better.”

“The boy trespassed onto our caravan and attempted to make off with our supplies. This cannot go unpunished”

“And what did you plan on doing to him? He’s a three year old child, he can barley walk in a straight line. If it’s and issue of damaged supplies or tribute I’d be happy to pay for both his and my own safe release back home.”

“This may be a larger price than you expect. We cannot allow such actions to be ignored and forgotten. Not even for the begging of a pretty lady”

“What do you want” Y/N asked, resolute.

“You are Jedi are you not.”

At this Y/N went white

“How did you know”

“I am shaman and healer for this tribe. I have seen many moons pass by. And I have seen you many times from up on the ridge, healing what cannot be healed.”

“What do you want” Y/N asked again.

“A favour. One single favour from a Jedi that they cannot refuse once asked.”

Y/N weighed her options. It had not escaped her notice that he failed to mention what this favour would be, or when it would be called in. It made her uneasy, but she had no choice.

“Done”

The shaman tilted his head at her.

Despite her best efforts, Y/N could not get a read on his emotions or thoughts, seeming to her like there was an impenetrable fog around his being.

“Careful child. This is no small promise. We will ask whatever we want of you and you cannot refuse us. Are you sure you wish to leave with this promise?”

“Do I have a choice?” Y/N signed

“No”

And with a howl Luke is shoved into Y/N’s arms. They were escorted back to owens speeder, Y/N gratefully accepting the blaster rifle back as they climbed on.

With a rev of the engine and a cloud of dust they were off into the night, Y/N hoping to be able to make it back before morning came and the storms hit.

Explaining to Owen that she had to go back home, he told her to be careful. The sand people were crafty. That if she wanted an escort he’d take her.

Y/N could tell he wanted to stay home with his wife and nephew.

“I’ll be fine Owen. The storms shouldn’t hit for another two hours at least.”

“Suit yourself” he grunted. But Y/N could see the relief on his face.

Y/N took out into the night on Orla, happy to finally be heading home.

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The sun was rising. It’s cold light filtered through angry storm clouds, slow and thick, casting everything in its dimness.

Obi Wan was sitting on the floor, knife in hand watching it come up, but not bring Y/N with it.

Everything seemed to be happening in a slow blur, everything but him and the knife in his hand.

He turned it over, seeing every last detail on the blade with hyper focus.

It was still rusty down near the handle. Y/N had not finished restoring it when she took off into Mos Eisley yesterday. Though the tip and a majority of the blade was wicked sharp and gleaming in the pale morning light.

He wanted to memorise everything about that blade. Something she had poured love and time into. She had wanted to fix the blade just as she had wanted to fix every other broken thing she found and brought into their home.

Obi Wan noted the small engravings on the blade.

Water like patterns that were once hidden behind rust twisted around the knife with traces of what looked like some sort of pinkish, orange metal inlaid into them. Quite a pretty colour, if he was going to be honest. The handle had been in rough shape too. When she picked it up it looked dull. An ugly light brown and very splintered with darker ugly brown lines on it. He could vaguely recognise these as carvings but he had taken one look at the knife and dismissed it as trash, not worthy of the time it would take to fix.

But Y/N saw it and like usual saw the potential it could have. He couldn’t say no to her and she looked so excited so he got her the knife and she got to work immediately, and with a focus and skill that would make a seasoned tradesman blush.

He once asked her why she always chose to fix old things, even when she had the option not to.

“We don’t have the republics wallet anymore. Besides, I’m good at being broke”

He had looked at her confused and she happily elaborated.

“When your poor you have two options. You can look for the slightly rough things with potential and fix them up. Or you can get new shit cheap that looks cheap and falls apart in a matter of months.

If I buy say, a wardrobe, for example, the sides are coming off, the door doesn’t close right and the wood hasn’t been re sealed in years so stain is starting to fade. But it’s a beautiful dark wood, with a crystal mirror, hand carvings and going for 60 dollars, than that’s nothing but opportunity.

Take that bad boy home, find out the repairs are all minor ones, fix it up and boom. Suddenly you have a beautiful restored antique worth hundreds and will outlive your grandchildren that someone threw away, because they were bad at being broke and didn’t know something worthwhile when they saw it.”

She had gone on a bit of a rant about the importance of being able to fix and maintain what you own after that and Obi Wan had listened to every word. He loved hearing her talk and she had a lot to say.

Y/N was an extremely intelligent and skilled woman. She could point out what he saw as nothing but a collapsed pile of metal, wood and leather and tell him exactly what it was and how she could fix it up like brand new. She had bought a lot on new projects that day.

Projects that started to turn the abandoned moisture farm into a home that Obi Wan wanted to come back to. Her touch was everywhere. Old furniture lovingly brought back to life by her hands and had withstood every punishment time had thrown at it. Old broken down speeders and droids and ship parts littered one of the old sheds she had commendered as a workshop. Projects for when the sand storms hit and they were trapped in the wastes for days, sometimes weeks on end.

That’s where she should be now. Out in her workshop going to town dismantling an engine piece or dragging him out onto the roof to teach him how to properly insulate and re seal it from the weather.

Obi Wan mused that he wasn’t so different from the house, or furniture, old droids and weapons. They had all been taken under Y/N’s nurturing wings. Worked on with love where neglect had once ran rampant. And like everything around him, he was completely hers.

Taking a deep breath he lowered the blade to his wrist. The metal shining.

But he wasn’t like the knife.

No matter how much she worked on him, tried to heal him and bring some life back to him he would not come up good and shiny again. He didn’t think he had it in himself to be the man he once was, anymore. He was more of a burden to Y/N now. With his mission and his hiding. She could be anywhere in the galaxy right now. Sitting in the lap of luxury even.

Instead he had chained her to this old remote, broken down farm, with an old, broken down Jedi.

He didn’t blame her for leaving. He was no use to her in this life and he was not going to hold her back any more. He would wait for her in the force instead. Give her an eternity of peace after giving her a happy life without him slowing her down.

Luke would be fine. Owen wouldn’t tell him about his father or his abilities so he’d have no reason to go looking for a teacher or to branch out into the force.

With that final thought he delicately dug the knife down into his wrist, chest heaving as blood started to ooze out of the beginnings of the cut.

He had taken the knife out and gone in for another cut when the door suddenly opened.

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It had taken a lot longer to get home than Y/N had thought it would. While the rains hadn’t come down, yet, a sudden sandstorm had washed in and drastically slowed her journey home. What should have taken an hour and a half took four hours, trying to navigate through the sands using the force and stopping to calm Orla down when she started to panick. At this point all she wanted was to be at home with Obi Wan and take a nice long nap. Tatooines annual snap winter was about to break and they’d be isolated for the duration of the season, which was fine by her. She could nap for as long as she wanted and maybe even make use of the bath while water wasn’t being wanted for.

Y/N loved this time of the year. Loved the milder weather, the sound of the storm and the water that was for once in abundant supply, filling all their tanks, both main, spare and for selling, to the brim and then some, flowing off the roof of Obi Wans and her humble but cosy home.

Y/N was made for rainy weather. The cold and icy winds suited her far better than the unrelenting sun and heat. She was always of the opinion that the cold brought people together, bringing them closer for warmth and creating a bond that could not be replicated. The heat drove people apart, mad them short tempered, irritated and longing for space.

She didn’t tell Obi Wan that. She would never make him feel as though she didn’t want to be here. While she didn’t enjoy the climate his company more than made up for Tatooines shortcomings.

As Y/N approached the farmhouse, she sensed something was wrong. The force was screaming at her. Obi Wan’s signature was wrapping itself around hers like it was trying to bind them together and drag them away. It seemed absolutely panicked in its attempts to latch on to her.

Jumping off of Orla she made a break for the main house area. She wasn’t worried about her friend. Y/N knew the orlak would want to be out of the sun as soon as possible and make her own way to her stables.

Y/N didn’t slow down to open the door, Obi Wan’s force signature was becoming aggressive in its attempts to get closer to hers, battering against the edges of her senses. She ran to the door and just burst her way in.

Looking around the room what she saw made her blood run cold. Obi Wan, on the floor, hunched over his upturned arm, with her knife in hand.

“OBI WAN” Y/N screamed.

He startled, having been too far into his head to hear the door open, but he’d hear that voice no matter what state he was in.

Unfortunately the surprise of her arrival had caused him to slip with the knife, which now was held in his shaking hand, his grip loosening.

Y/N had ran to him and skidded to an ungraceful stop on her knees infront of Obi Wan, who seemed to be more transfixed on her sudden appearance than the blood that was running down his wrists at an alarming rate.

Y/N was on the verge of panicking. The puddle of blood on the floor getting bigger and bigger. She immediately tried to pack his wrists, taking off her outer shirt and wrapping itself around his shaking, but compliant arm.

She knew she would have to use the force again. But the long night and day she had had all but exhausted her, having not exerted herself this much in years. Her hands started to shake as she once again called the force. Obi Wan’s signature still trying to wrap itself around her,making it difficult to concentrate. Y/N’s hands were shaking and tears were falling down her cheeks but she didn’t care.

She didn’t care about her exhaustion or the fact that she might bring an inquisitor right to their home. All she knew was her friend was going to die is she didn’t act fast enough.

Y/N didn’t look up. Didn’t look at Obi Wan but if she had she would have seen his own eyes, wide open filled with tears and an incomprehensible amount of joy, love and possessiveness in them. Delirious and dizzy with blood loss he tried to move, to reach out to her and bring her close. Try to comfort and wrap himself around her like the rolling wave of his force signature was doing to her own. But he was so tired, his chest heaving so bad he could only sit there, repeating, ‘ you came back, please don’t leave me, Why didn’t you answer my calls?’, over and over again in a rough, slightly slurred voice.

Having mended his wrist to the point where their weak, watered down bacta spray and bandages would do the rest of the work Y/N fell back, reaching out to the chest which held the med kit with a shaking hand.

She found the items she needed and shoddily dressed his wound, saying he was going to be okay and that she would fix him up properly later.

Obi Wan suddenly grabbed her wrist. For the first time she looked up at him, at all the raw emotions that she had no doubt were reflected in her eyes, and with a surprising strength pulled her into him. He wrapped his arms around her with a steely grip, buried his face in her shoulder and openly started to bawl. His flood of emotions triggered her own the they stayed there like that. Y/N draped over his lap, their heads pressed as far into each other’s skin as they could get and they cried and sobbed unashamedly, and without restraint together until the adrenaline wore off and the both passed out on the floor in each others arms.

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Obi wan woke up first. His eyes dry and itchy and head pounding with what was honestly the worst headache he had ever had. He felt dizzy and sick and thirsty as he became aware of his surroundings.

The darkness in the room, the rain beating against the walls and roof of the house.

The loose, twisted and bloody bandage around his wrist, and finally, the war, weight of Y/N in his lap.

He paused for a bit, stilling. Trying to dig through fuzzy memories and figure out how he had gotten here.

He looks at the bandage, and it came rushing back to him.

The knife, Y/N disappearing. Her sudden re appearance.

He got a bit pale then. He had almost died.

He had nearly KILLED himself.

Obi Wan, terrified at his own actions unconsciously gripped Y/N tighter, and she shifted, whining at the strength of his arms

Obi Wan, blushing furiously let her go, expecting her to roll off of his lap at the loss of contact.

He expected her to yell, scream, tell him he’s an idiot, a failure. That she shouldn’t have to put up with his shame any longer and that she was leaving him alone with his life of misery and duty. The thought of her rejection was nearly enough to send him into another panic attack, with his currently vulnerable mental state.

However his spiralling thoughts were cut off before they had any real chance of taking off.

Y/N whined again, and had started squirming in protest of the sudden cold that enveloped her when Obi Wan took his arms away.

Looking for more of that heat she tried to bury her face in Obi Wan’s chest. Cutely nuzzling and nosing into his weathered robes. However it wasn’t enough to save Y/N’s sleep and she came to. Groggy and dishevelled and indescribably beautiful to Obi Wan.

Her eyes blinked open. She looked as drained as he felt. Suddenly she jerked. Backing away from him and he desperately tried to follow her, craving her closeness now more than ever.

But she was worried, and looked so heartbreakingly lost.

It looked like she was going to say something, but instead all she could do was cough at the dryness in her throat.

“I need a drink”, she croaked “ stay here I’ll get you one too,”

“Y/N”

“I should also change that bandage as well,”

“Y/N”

“I gotta check on orla, I left her completely to fend for herself”

Obi Wan stepped up to her, his arms going around her waist and pulling her into him as she continued to get more and more unsettled.

“Obi Wan, what are you…?”

“Please don’t do that. Don’t…don’t run away from me.”

She still couldn’t look Obi Wan in the eye. That’s not what he wanted. He needed her to look at him. See him and know that with her here, close to his heart, there was no danger. No pain.

Leaning back and gently taking her face in his rough palm, he tilted her head up towards his, getting in close and leaning his forehead against hers.

“Don’t hide from me. I never wanted to scare you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought you had gone”

Her eyes, wide at his proximity and seemingly not knowing where to look, flickered around his face, multiple times landing on his lips, unconsciously licking her own.

Obi Wan got closer, a hairs breath away.

“Please let me kiss you” he muttered quietly, as if their lips weren’t already touching each other.

But reality kicked in.

He, of course had not recovered properly yet and his dizziness took over.

He slumped against Y/N who stumbled in shock but managed to stabilise the both of them. And get him to the table. The room was washed in a warm glow as Y/N found the light switch, noting they had slept right through until two in the morning.

“Right, ahh, we’re gonna talk about that” at this she gestured to Obi Wan’s wrist, looking a little lost for what to do, “later. For now I’m gonna go get us some water and re bandage you”

She shuffled off, cursing as she ran into the corner of the table not seen in the low light.

As Obi Wan listened to her move around the kitchen he pondered about what to tell her.

He was done with the pretence of only being friends. He wanted her. In every way someone can want someone else. Body mind and soul. What he wasnt prepared for though, was the sheer panick and hopelessness he felt at the thought of her leaving him behind.

His force signature wound itself around hers content and peaceful to bask in her warmth. It tells the truths a person can’t admit, not even to themselves. Qui Gon had once told him.

Obi Wan contemplated what this meant for him and his Y/N.

Maybe for once, he could be brave and selfish and take something for himself. He didn’t want to know what life would be like without her. He couldn’t handle that anymore.

Obi Wan had become dependant on Y/N to help him weather the storms of his depression. Guide him through the stress and strain of his mission. To anchor him in reality when hysteria threatened to close in around him.

He would be brave for once. He would not allow himself to be without his sweet Y/N, and in return, wanted to be everything Y/N wanted in a man.

In a partner

In a lover

Maybe even a husband.

Suddenly the vision of her by his side, a young boy holding her hand as he levitates a miniature ship around a young girls head came to mind. They both had Y/N’s eyes and his nose. It was just them in this little home far away from other people who would hurt them.

There was just him, his love, and his family in a bubble of sweet bliss.

‘Yes’, Obi Wan thought, ‘for that, I can do the hard thing’

Y/N suddenly made an appearance again. Snapping Obi Wan out of his reverie. She had her arms full with two large glasses and a jug of water along with the first aid kit and some boiled candies he knows she swipes from the market occasionally.

Putting everything down she instructed him to give her his arm and slowly drink the water. He ignored her, gulping it down as soon as the liquid touched his lips.

In all fairness she did too.

Obi Wan poured both of them some more. He suddenly spoke up.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls.”

After taking off the bandage she looked up

“Huh?”

“My calls. I commed you for hours. Why didn’t you answer?”

“I’m so sorry Obi Wan, I wasn’t on the com all day. There were hundreds of fever cases and I was kept busy the whole time I was in town. I didn’t get away until it was already dark and when I did the storm was already threatening and must’ve created too much interference to get a good signal where I was. Then Orla found Beru knocked out and there was a whole thing with Luke and the sand people…”

At this Obi Wans head snapped up, moving his arm and messing up the gauze Y/N was attempting to apply.

“What.”

With a grunt of displeasure Y/N threw the used gauze to the side, going back to dab at the cut as it started to bleed a bit again from the sudden movement tearing up a scab.

“Stay still. Luke had wandered too close to a caravan. They took him and darted Beru when she tried to get him back. Orla found her and I took her home, swapping for a speeder to go get Luke.”

At this she looked up at him

“I’m sorry. I must’ve left my com in her saddle. I should’ve brought it with me or checked in. I just didn’t think to do that at the time”

She looked genuinely sorry. Obi Wan took her hand with his uninjured one, running his thumb across her knuckles as he brought her palm to his lips, tenderly kissing it and resting it against his cheek.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. If I had thought clearly instead of panicking, this wouldn’t have happened. You saved us both.”

Obi Wan genuinely replied, looking into her stunned, furiously blushing face.

She clears her throat. Trying to gain control of her voice again and praying that it doesn’t crack.

“I think thats done” she let go of my bandaged wrist and gently took back her other hand, reluctant to part from him.

“I’m gonna go check on Orla, get her stabled properly.”

She took a step towards the door, then turned back.

“You should really hit the sonic while I’m out. We both smell like shit and I’m gonna want it when I get back.”

Her bedside manner had not improved much. Obi Wan had long since discovered Her roughness with her patients, despite her gift in healing.

Y/N strode out into the rain towards Orla’s stable. Needing the familier task to help clear her head. Obi Wan smiled, throwing back the rest of the water and popping one of the candies in his mouth as he carefully headed towards the refresher.

Once in the sonic it hits Obi Wan what time of the year it is. Winter.

Perfect.

Y/N loved the rain and it was the one time of year they didn’t have to worry about conserving water. Which meant they could make use of the giant tub in the corner of the refresher.

It was another buy that Y/N found at market. Back then it had been a giant rust bucket. But now it was a gleaming copper claw foot tub with a shiny black Porcelain Finnish on the outside. It had taken Y/N a while to complete that one. Having to learn how apply a porcelain finish, how to repair and treat the copper and then she had to find the right materials to do so. It was an expensive job, even doing it herself but she wanted it bad, arguing that if they can only take actual baths and showers for one week out of the entire year, they may as well be “fancy as fuck.”

He had since come to agree with her. Having used the bath and more recently water shower to relax when water supplies allowed. But tonight, after Y/N had finished in the sonic shower he wanted to invite her to join him for a bath. She seemed receptive of his advances before and he has waited far too long for a chance at intimacy with her.

The thought of being in the bath with Y/N, candles reflecting light onto her damp skin as she leans against him, nothing and no space between her soft skin and his own scarred skin made his cock twitch, blood rushing south as unbidden thoughts of loving up on, and making love to Y/N came to mind.

He palmed himself gently, allowing one small pump. If he got off tonight he wanted it to be with Y/N. As he brought her over and over to ecstasy, tasting, touching, hearing and seeing all of her, and offering all of himself in return.

Finishing in the sonic he exited and got dressed, hoping his hard on wasn’t too obvious but unwilling to do anything about it just yet.

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Outside the refresher Y/N was dazed. All throughout tending to Orla she couldnt stop thinking about how good it had felt to be in his arms. How her heart had beat when he took her hand.

A million thoughts raced through her head and were replaced faster than she could even recognise. All except one.

‘You idiot, you can’t do this to yourself or him. He just nearly died. He’s probably still suffering from blood loss and you wanna get into bed with him?’

But she couldn’t help it. She had been pining for him for so long. Admired him for so long, and if his actions today were done with a clear mind, which she believed they were, then maybe he saw something in her too.

With her mind still going a thousand light years a minute she raced through the rain back inside. The snap winter had brought the storms in with its usual fury, and the icy cold had made its entrance once again. Y/N though it might hail at some point, and she was glad she had managed to perfect the roofs of her home, ensuring they would not only endure the battering the wind and rain would cause, but that they would properly keep her house insulated and comfortable in both the snap winter and the harsh summer.

Stopping just outside the back door, under the shelter of a small porch, Y/N wrung out her hair and shirt, realising that the filthy rags she had been wearing non stop for three days now were white, soaked and completely see through.

‘Great’ she grumbled, making her way inside trying not to shiver.

‘Maybe I can make it inside and get to my room before Obi Wans done in the fresher.’

She hoped he took his time, cause she had to go past the fresher door to get to her room.

Going into the passage way that held her and obi Wans rooms as well as the fresher room, her luck ran out. Just as she had made it to the fresher door obi wan walked out and right into her…and her shirt that was giving him quite the view.

They both blushed but made no real attempt to look away. Obi Wan stared at Y/N’s chest, which was on full display and extremely obvious due to the cold. Y/N on the other hand could help but notice the tent in Obi Wan’s linen pants, that he had carried with him from his days at the temple.

They stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

In a singular moment of courage that Y/N managed pull out of nowhere she looked Obi Wan in the eye and asked,

“I know you just got out, but do you, maybe…wanna join me in the shower?”

Obi Wan seemed froze for what seemed like an hour, and her heart sank.

She knew it. She had misinterpreted his signals somehow. She had overstepped. He didn’t want her and now she had to try and salvage their friendship.

“Or, or not. It’s okay I mean I just thought with the rain and all that maybe you might want, might like…” she cleared her throat. Looking down in shame “never mind” she said quietly, going to move into the refresher. But Obi wan stopped her.

Once again he grasped her hand, bringing it to his chest, just above his heart. He was shirtless when he came out into the hallway so Y/N could feel his heartbeat. It was going crazy.

“Hey,” he said quietly, intimately with what almost sounded like hope, “you really want, me?”

This got Y/N to look up at him. He looked unsure, nervous. It never occurred to Y/N that as much as she had been worried that he would not want her, wouldn’t find anything about her attractive, that maybe he was struggling with the same plague of self doubt.

Y/N gently took his face in her hand, running her thumb over his bearded cheek.

“Yes. Always” she said earnestly.

Taking her hand away from his face he sweetly kissed her fingertips, then once again stepped up to her.

An invisible bad was tightening around them as he tilted her head back and in a voice that conveyed nothing but longing and Need, Obi Wan whispered,

“Please kiss me my love”

The band snapped. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Sucking, licking and nipping at them softly. Moaning gently at the taste of him.

At this Obi Wan licked her own lips, asking sweetly for permission to enter, which she all too happily gave.

His tongue explored her mouth as he made the sweetest whines she had ever heard. He was all over her, licking at her teeth and cheeks and caressing her tongue as he happily let her explore his own mouth. Reluctantly they parted, chests heaving as they pressed against each other, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths, which Obi Wan bashfully wiped away.

At some point during their kiss Obi Wan had started to unconsciously grind his clothed erection against her leg. Y/N could feel it twitch with neglect and she slowly brought her hand up his thigh towards his cock.

“Is this okay?” She asked, needing to hear him say that he wanted this as badly as she did.

He cupped her hand and brought it to rest against his aching need, her own arousal started to make itself known.

“Please, I need you to touch me.” He begged her with a needing whine.

She smiled and gave him what he wanted. Gently rubbing his cock and occasionally lowering her hand to caress his balls through his pants, swiftly getting hooked on his sweet sighs.

“These have got to go soon.” She gestures to the garment. “But I wanna take this slow okay. Nice and gentle. We’ve got all the time in the world.” She leaned up to lay kisses across his chest and collar bones, “it’s just you and me now.”

He seemed to melt at that, folding down onto her, trying to get as close as possible as he palms at her back, hips and ass through her clothing. His wandering hands never staying in one place too long but never breaking contact either.

She nudges him towards the bathroom and he complies, dropping his shirt and towel which had been draped over his shoulder.

He goes in for another kiss, but before he gets it Y/N leans back a bit.

He looks at her confused and slightly hurt, and Y/N kisses the tip of his nose.

“I don’t want to make this awkward or anything but do we need anything? condoms or lube?”

She awkwardly asks. Wanting to be prepared but not quite sure how to ask properly. But Obi Wan didn’t seem annoyed or put off. He just smiled lovingly, understandingly.

“I have the implant my dear” he leaves smooch on her cheek “and I’m clean. But if you would feel better using condoms then I can go get some?” He kisses her nose, laughing at how his bearded made it scrunch up a bit. “Or we don’t have to go that far. I’d be more than happy to just lay with my head between your legs. All night if you’d let me”

Ignoring the raging blush that’s spreading from her face down to her chest, Y/N swallows thickly.

“While I do like the sound of that, maybe not tonight. I’m clean and have the implant, I just wanted to make sure we both knew what we were doing, what we wanted…” she finished awkwardly.

She groaned slightly, closing in on herself. She was doing so well too, being smooth and sweet like she wanted. But now she was being weird. She ruined the mood. She just implied that one of them may have something and now he’s gonna think she’s gross and just walk out on….”

Her thoughts were interrupted. Obi Wan, sensing her distress and embarrassment at her questioning through the force and seeing how she was wrapping her arms around herself and backing off, reached out to reassure and comfort her.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, my clever girl. My sweet, smart little love. I’m glad you asked these things, that you always look out for yourself and others around you, precious little Jedi.”

She suddenly threw herself around him, hugging him tight. His compliments had made her blush furiously and now she was embarrassed at the praise he had offered her.

Obi wan turned her head up, stepping back so he could see her properly.

“No, no. Please don’t do that. I never want you to hide from me. I want to see every face you make, hear every sound,” he leans down closer to her ear and after nipping at the shell he whispers hotly into it, “feel every sensation you have to offer me as we bring each other to pleasure over and over and over. I want to make love to you all night long”

Y/N could feel her underwear soak through with arousal. Her clit achy and demanding at Obi Wan’s heated words.

“I would love that, but at another time. For tonight I just want you to join me in the shower, then let me take care of you, if you’ll show me how.” She added onto the end quietly.

Obi wan seemed a little bit taken aback by this, and slightly confused.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much I want that. But, and don’t take this the wrong way, but, you’ve had sex before right?”

He rubbed Y/N’s arms and shoulders comfortingly, and I she genuinely felt that he didn’t mind any inexperience that she may have.

“Um, not too many. Not for a while and, well , they were never that good.” She suddenly looked ashamed, “but I want this. I just, need some help.”

Obi Wan didn’t think he could love this woman more then he did when he woke up with her in his arms. He was wrong. Force he wanted to choke the idiots that had made her feel so inadequate. But he would do everything he could to help her past that. Happily.

Obi wan Brought her back into him, tucking her head into his chest, he kissed the top of her head. Holding her there while he spoke.

“You don’t need to be ashamed my dear. And you don’t need to be scared of disappointing me either. There’s nothing you can do that will make me not love you,” she inhaled sharply at this, “yes, that’s right I love you. I truly do. I’m sorry it took this whole mess to tell you. I should’ve told you years ago. But I will spend every day saying how much I love you for the rest of our lives.”

He started peppering her hair and any skin he could reach with kissed, wanting to make her feel the truth behind his words when he heard it. Her gentle confession spoken into his chest, into his heart.

“I’ve loved you so long Obi Wan. I need you to stay here. Stay with me. Please”

“I don’t think I could ever leave you. you will never be alone again. I’ll always be right there with you”

And he meant it. He truly did.

She stepped back from him, holding her arms out to him.

“Help me undress?” She asked shyly.

Obi Wan came up to her and softly ran his hands up and down her sides twice, stopping to play with the hem of Y/N’s shirt, waiting for a final confirmation before he began.

“Please” she said in a sure voice.

Obi Wan began undressing his love for the first time, nearly drooling as he lifted her shirt above her shoulders, her arms up displaying her ample chest to him. She looked so soft he couldn’t help but give her a quick kiss and nip to the top of both breasts, smiling at her shocked giggle which turned into a moan when he cupped one, licked and latched onto the nipple, still hard from the cold and arousal, soothing over it with his tongue.

Slowly getting down onto his knees he goes to take off her pants, smothering her belly with kisses and licks as he passed it on the way. Obi Wan slowly brought her pants down her thighs, bringing her underwear with them, kissing and mouthing at the soft flesh he uncovers as he goes down.

His knees pop a bit when he stands up and he groans as Y/N giggles.

“You think that’s funny? It’s not very nice to tease an old man, you know. Especially not when he’s so desperate to please you.”

He looked at her with heated eyes, his pupils dilated and expression hungry.

Y/N takes his hand and brings it to her mouth, taking his middle and pointer finger in, and sucking on both, playing over them with her tongue.

Obi Wan’s breathing is heavy and he brings her free hand back to his groin, his cock painfully desperate for her soft touch. He stops just before she touches him, giving her the chance to pull away. But she doesn’t want that.

Taking his fingers from her mouth she brings them down to her soaked pussy, at the same time palming him firmly, still through his pants.

“I’m desperate to please you too, sweetheart.”

The groan he let out was nothing short of delicious, and she mewled as he worked dedicatedly against he soaked folds, teasing her dripping entrance.

With a lot of will power, Y/N pulled away from Obi Wan and he whined at the loss of her warm body.

“I don’t think I want our first time to be in the shower, but I wouldn’t mind the company while washing?”

“I’ll stay” he panted out quickly.

Turning to get the shower going and show off her ass a bit to obi wan, Y/N didn’t see him undress himself. But her view when she turned back to face him was un-fucking-paralleled.

He stood there completely naked and beautiful. His chest and body hair was blonde with streaks of grey. His shoulders and chest were broad and strong despite his age. His stomach had a sweet layer of fat that looked soft and Y/N knew she wanted to love up on it the first chance she got. His legs were strong and his cock hung proud between them. Angry red and leaking pre cum like a faucet. He was perfect to her and told him as much.

He blushed then suddenly getting shy. Y/N walked up to him, pressing the softness of their bellies together as she started to kiss and nip his chest.

“It’s true. Your perfect.” She started to make her way down and took his nipple into her mouth, mirroring what he had done to her earlier.

He curled around Y/N at her divine attentions. Obi Wan had forgotten how sensitive his chest was, and how good it felt for someone to love up on him.

Far too soon for Obi Wan’s liking she let go of his chest and took his hand, leading him towards the shower with a pretty, flushed smile.

Once under the spray he took notice of how turned on she seemed to be. Her eyes blown, a blush spreading down her neck to the tops of her chest. Obi Wan defiantly noticed how she seemed to be squirming. She was rubbing her plush thighs together, trying to get some stimulation where she needed it most.

‘Poor thing’, Obi Wan thought, ‘he was neglecting her.’

Y/N reached out to a small shelf in the side of the shower, pulling out a pink bottle of body wash that only saw use maybe once or twice a year. She then gave it to Obi Wan and gestured to a scrubbing net, turning around and giving him her back.

“Would you mind?” She asked

‘Mmhmm’ Obi Wan answered, pouring a liberal amount of product onto the net.

He got to work on her back, gently and thoroughly cleansing it, while chasing the net with his other hand, rubbing and massaging her back.

His hands didn’t stay at her back though. They wandered up to her neck, over her shoulders and then hovered around Y/N’s collarbones.

Obi Wan gently kissed the side of her head, grinding his hips into her ass.

“Can I wash you here?” He lowered the net to her boobs

“Please” Y/N answered.

She seemed to be in a state of bliss. Basking in his gentle affection.

Obi Wan turned Y/N to face him.

But instead of going straight for her chest, like she expected him to, he took one of her hands and rested it on his shoulder, washing down from her wrist, to her own shoulder and back again, kissing her skin as it was rinsed by the water.

After moving on to her other arm and finishing there, making sure to spread as many kisses as he could, he finally made his way down her chest.

Obi Wan seemed to be in a trance, running slow swipes with the net over Y/N’s sensitive flesh. Delighting as the water revealed rosy skin under neath.

He was on her chest for a while. Long after the soar on the net had rinsed off completely. He couldn’t resist how pretty and pink and inviting Y/N’s chest looked so he latched on to her. Sucking and licking and nipping at her delicious curves, moaning at her taste and rutting against her side.

Y/N wasn’t doing much better. She was sighing and mewling, holding Obi Wan close and carding her fingers through his hair.

Eventually she encouraged him to let go. He released her nipple with a pop. His lips red and his eyes blown and loving.

“You still have work to do” Y/N said and urged him to kneel infront of her.

While she prepared the rag again Obi Wan had buried his face into her plush stomach, loving how soft and warm and luxurious it felt. He ran his hand up her equally soft thighs, and played with the curles between them.

“Can I wash you here?” He asked, teasing his fingers along her still wet dripping entrance.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

Y/N handed him the rag and he got to work. Starting at her belly, and quickly making his way down, ensuring that everything was clean before moving past her flushed and ready womanhood to her ankles.

Obi Wan got into a lower crouch, pulling her arms to him and draping them over his shoulders.

“Hold onto me lover” he said.

It was the only warning Y/N got as he entered her with a single finger, noting how tight she was. He didn’t mind. He would spend forever gently opening her up if she asked him to.

Y/N had started to rock and grind against Obi Wans hand, his finger curled inside her, brushing against that delicious spot.

“Oh Obi Wan,” she breathed, “that’s so good. Your so good for me”

Her praise had a bigger affect on him than she realised. He whined and dropped the rag that had been in the middle of cleaning her thighs.

The combination of her words and the result of her pleasure running down his hands almost had him cumming then and there, but he just managed to hold out.

Pulling his hand away from her soft womanhood he looked up at her.

“Darling if you keep talking like that this isn’t going to last very long at all”.

She gave him a small bashful smile, still running her hands through his hair.

“Im almost done here sweetheart. Tell me, is this soap safe to use here?”

He cupped her pussy, grinding his palm against her swollen clit.

“Ye…eahhh” was all Y/N could articulate, feeling she was going to explode if she could have Obi Wan soon.

“That’s a good girl. So clever. And this, pretty fucking flower. I’d hate to see all your delicious slick gone but you’ll feel better completely clean.”

He tenderly worked the lather into her folds and at the junction of her thighs. Never going near her entrance but cleaning around it.

Obi Wan ran his hands around her, washing her ass, making his way from the outside of her cheeks to the inside. When me began to run his hand down towards her hole, she blushed, not having thought he would want to go there.

Obi Wan was thrilled though. He could sense her surprise and slight embarrassment at What must be a new situation for her, but he was thrilled she trusted Obi wan to clean her so intimately.

His force signature was purring.

Obi wan could almost see it working against her own in a sensual dance. He took it as a sign that the force itself wanted them to be.

Obi wan reached up and turned the water pressure down, asking Y/N to pass him the nozzle.

When he got it he tested it against the inside of his wrist to ensure it wasn’t too hot.

Pleased at the temperature he asked Y/N to lean back against the wall, bracing her foot against his knee so it wouldn’t slip and taking her arm in his free hand, leaving a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

He brought her knee to drape over his opposite shoulder, giving him a perfect view of her swollen, flushed, pussy.

Gently he brought the spray to her entrance, watching for signs of discomfort.

“Is this okay” he asked

“S’a little cold” she mumbled, caught up in the sensation of the spray against her.

Obi Wan adjusted the temperature and finished rising her off, letting the water pour down between her ass cheeks.

Y/N looked at him.

“You didn’t have to clean there you know. I could’ve done it.”

He lowered her leg to the floor and stood up.

“I wanted to. I want to take care of you, all of you. Always.”

He turned the heat back up and went to get some shampoo and face wash. He handed the face scrub to her while he worked on her hair.

“Can you wash your face while I take care of your hair love? I want you out of this shower and in my bed”

Y/N swallowed thickly, liking when he turned the general voice on for her.

She washed her face, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensations of his fingers scratching and massaging her scalp. But it was over soon after, with Obi Wan’s patience having started to run thin.

Y/N finished rinsing off and roughly towel dried her hair, not bothering to re dress, when suddenly obi wan came up behind her, mouthing at the junction of her neck and shoulder, kneading the sensitive flesh of her tits and pinching her nipples.

His erection was hot and heavy against her ass as he shamelessly rutted against her, needing contact and friction like he needed oxygen. Y/N could feel herself getting wetter than before, swearing it was starting to run down her thigh.

“I’ll let you take charge and do whatever you want to me later.” He husked into her ear, “But please, It hurts.I need you, us. I can’t wait.”

As if on command his cock twitched violently against her, precum sticking to her back and Obi Wan whined.

“Tell me you need this like I do. Tell me you want me here with you.” He turned her around and ground against her soft stomach.

“I need to hear you say it. Please”

Y/N stepped up so one of his thighs was between hers as she started rutting herself.

Leaning closer, Y/N kissed him tenderly on the lips.

“Obi Wan. I need you so bad. I’ve always needed you”

He crashed his lips back against hers as he moved against her with more force.

He was passionately exploring her mouth when he suddenly groaned, his body tensing and his legs shaking.

“No, no no” he whined, just as his warm thick cum splashed up Y/N’s stomach.

Obi Wan was mortified. His face, neck and shoulders flushed bright red at the fact that he couldn’t hold on. He had cum humping Y/N like an animal. He hid his head in her shoulder, tears forming in his eyes.

Gods, he didn’t even ask if he could cum on her. She must be so angry that he dirtied her up.

His shoulders started to shake as he began to fall into his head.

Y/N however, while surprised, was not disappointed or angry. She wanted to sooth him and make him feel better, sweet and content again. So with her own arousal fading at his distress, she reached for a wash cloth they kept on the sink.

“Shhh, shh, it alright love. It’s okay. You were so good, you did so good for me. You came so hard for me. Let me clean us up okay.”

“I couldn’t wait, it was too much, too good, and Y/N… I’m sorry I got you dirty and left you behind and…and…”

He couldn’t finish. Y/N had gently brought his head down to her chest, presenting him with the opportunity to latch on or just bury his face in her. It seemed to put him in a state of bliss before and it was the only thing Y/N could think to do now.

It worked. His mouth swiftly found her nipple again and Y/N and Obi Wan sighed together, sliding to the ground, Obi Wans face never leaving her chest. He ended up half laying half sitting in Y/N’s lap while she cradled him and calmed him down. When he had stopped shaking she tenderly wiped his cum off of their skin. Making sure to reach the places where it had spread between them.

Y/N saw that he was starting to shiver from the cold she lovingly ran her hand up and down his back, squeezing at the slight layer of fat there and noting how tense his muscles seemed to be.

“Obi Wan. Darling?” She cooed, and his head lifted up off her chest, still flushed, his lips swollen and rosy.

“Come on sweetheart. Let’s go to bed. Go cuddle.”

He grumbled and nodded. But as he went to stand up he felt how sticky and wet his spent cock still was. Coated in pre and cum. He doesn’t know what possessed him to do it but he turned to his love and asked in a small voice.

“Y/N, before we do, could you clean me, like I did to you. Please?”

Y/N looked back, surprised he asked. Of course she had considered it but he was in no position to consent before.

“Of course. Do we need to get back in the shower or is a wipe off enough?”

Obi wan released a long breath. She hadn’t rejected him.

Thinking over his options he decided he was too tired, both emotionally and physically for the shower so he took the cloth from Y/N’s hand, rinsed it and handed it back to her.

“I just wanna go to bed with you.”

Understanding this she gently wiped away at his soft manhood, mindful of his sensitivity and watching for signs of discomfort. There were none. Looking down she noticed there was some mess on his balls as well. Cupping them gently in the cloth but applying no pressure she looked up at Obi Wan.

“Here as well?”

He nodded taking her hand and guiding her on how to best cleanse him while not causing any pain.

With both of them clean they exited the fresher, disappointment and embarrassment still hanging over Obi Wan’s head.

Y/N stopped him. “Love? I’m gonna go get us some water and something to eat. Do you want to come, or meet me in your room” she asked, trying to let him know she was not abandoning him.

He pressed against her front, his forehead on hers, his eyes closed like he couldn’t look at her yet.

“wanna stay with you” he slurred, his exhaustion creeping in.

“Okay.” She answered nudging back against his head, nuzzling against his nose slightly, before pulling away and taking his hand instead.

She lead them into the kitchen. Obi Wan’s hand gripping hers like a lifeline.

She got them two glasses of water and fished out some old ration bars, then they both exited and went to his room, not having any energy for anything else but snuggling down for sleep and cuddles.

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Obi Wan followed Y/N into his room and allowed her to pull him onto the bed with him.

"How do you wanna sleep? I could lean on your chest, or you on mine? Or we could just spoon..." she suggested.

All he wanted was to curl up in her arms, winding their physical bodies together as tightly as their force signatures already were.

"Can you hold me?”

Obi Wan felt so raw and vulnerable. Brittle like glass. she made that go away. she chased away the helplessness that always creeped up on him in the dark of the night, in his cold and lonely bed.

Looking up at him with her big, darling eyes, her beautiful body silhouetted against the small light in the corner of his room, she didn't reply. she just shuffled over on the bed, pulling the blankets up and inviting him into the warmth of her naked form.

He slid into bed with her, wanting to be as close as humanly possible.

As Obi Wan squirmed restlessly, trying to find a comfortable position he felt her nipples brush up against his chest.

Palming her soft breast tenderly, he looked up at her adoring face.

"Can I put my mouth on you? Please? Just... Just for a little while"

"Yeah, for as long as you like… Obi Wan, you know I’m not mad right? I guess we just got too caught up in the moment."

"I know" he muttered, looking down and taking her nipple into his mouth again. breathing out a sigh of bliss to match Y/N's as he started to suckle on the rosy bud.

Obi Wan shuffled closer to Y/N. Pressing his body up against her plush one, a thigh cradled between her soft ones, his hands palming and kneading the rolls on her back, holding her as close to him as possible.

With her hands cradling his head close to her chest he fell asleep listening to the sweet noises she made, thinking they were the best lullaby he had ever heard. Y/N wasn’t far behind him.

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when Y/N woke up, it was to Obi Wan's face smushed into her cheek, his face haloed by the weak light of the morning.

Y/N turned, slowly leaning up on her shoulder, trying not to wake him she laid kisses on his cheeks. Light little butterfly touches moving up to his eyelids,covering his forehead, kissing down his nose and ending on his lips.

Y/N decided she wanted some attention too and went about how to wake him up.

She slid quietly out of bed and padded around to his side, waiting for him to stop trying to worm his way into the space she just vacated, looking for warmth.

When he stopped wriggling she climbed in behind him and started kissing his face again. Harder this time though, enough to tickle.

When he started to stir she switched methods, nuzzling into his cheek, rubbing against his beard. From where she was Y/N could feel his eyelids start to flutter, his long lashes brushing against her.

With a small smile she ran her lips gently across his cheeks.

“Buzzing beee…” she muttered.

Obi Wan groaned at that.

“Mmmph, lovebug!” He sleepily grouched one eye open slightly.

Y/N saw the world spin and she was suddenly looking up at Obi Wan’s tired eyes, still half closed and fighting to go back to sleep.

“Good morning sunshine!” Y/N said entirely too cheerfully.

“Mmmm, no. Not morning yet. I want to go back to sleep.”

Obi Wan was already in the process of making himself comfortable on top of her. His leg slung over hers and his body warm and pliant resting above her like a breathing blanket.

He started to nuzzle and kiss into her cheek, neck and shoulder but Y/N wasn’t having it.

Pushing up against his body she attempted to flip them again, however she miscalculated how much space they had on the bed, going over the side and landing with a thwump on the cold floor.

It was a shock to their sleepy systems. The snap winter had set in fully, the temperature plummeting during the day now to freezing temperatures, leaving the surfaces of their home icy to the touch.

They both jumped, gasping at the change in temperature as they raced to get back into The cozy warmth of the bed.

When both Y/N and Obi Wan had snuggled back down into the warm blankets together, with Obi Wan back to resting on top of her Y/N broke the silence, meeting Obi Wan’s heatless glare.

“Ok, Maybe we can stay in bed a little longer.”

“MAYBE I could kick you out of my room for waking me”

Y/N called his bluff.

He was already making himself at home on top of her again. Holding her in a tight hug, only letting go to wrap her arms around him, then plopping his head right back down against her chest, rubbing up against it, listening to her heartbeat.

They lay like that for a while. Just feeling the press of each others bodies, listening to the rain and basking in each others company.

But something was plaguing Y/N’s mind and she eventually brought Obi Wan’s face up so she could look up to him, look him in the eye as he braced himself on his arms, which caged Y/N’s head in.

“Mmm, You’ve had a rough few days haven’t you darling?” Y/N said as she smoothed his hair back.

He leaned into her hand and Y/N melted.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Obi Wan looked at her, into her eyes and Y/N thought he was going to refuse her. But he took her hand, lacing the fingers together and rolled into a more comfortable position on his side, her head tucked under his chin.

“I don’t know what happened. I guess I just panicked. You weren’t here. Weren’t answering. I thought I had lost you.”

Y/N listened intently, a slight crease appearing between her brows.

“I don’t know when it started but being alone, it scares me. Has for a long time. It’s too quiet and the only thing I can hear are my own thoughts. Having you around makes that go away. I can think, function, sleep”

He smoothed the crease in her forehead out.

“At least for the most part. You do tend to distract me… a lot.”

Y/N huffed at that, but got serious again.

“Obi Wan, I was so scared. Why would you think you had lost me?”

“I can’t say. I just saw you weren’t here and all these pictures of you dead, or in another man’s arms came to mind and they wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t shut up. I guess I fell into my head so far I couldn’t climb out. When I commed you and you didn’t answer anything, I felt as though the world had dropped from beneath me. Spitting me out into a reality where I would never see you again, never get to hold you, touch you or love you. In my mind, at the time, it made sense that you had left to find something better. A life you deserve, not the one I dragged you into…”

Y/N rubbed Obi Wan’s cheek, trying to smooth out some of the many lines that had etched their way into his skin over the past few years.

“You didn’t drag me into anything. I chose to come with you. I chose to stay and keep you company, keep you safe. I didn’t like the idea of you being out here all alone and honestly, I didn’t wanna be alone either. You know that right? I have always wanted to be with you. It didn’t matter where. Not to me. Not then, not now not ever.”

Obi wan looked on the verge of tears.

“I don’t think I can be alone again, separated from you again. Not anymore.”

He said thickly, tears starting to fall.

“You make everything seem better. Our home, my life, it all seems good when your next to me. I’ve gotten addicted to that…” to you. He wanted to say. Instead Obi Wan let Y/N kiss his tears away, her own falling down her cheeks and onto his chest.

“I just want to be good enough for you. Whole enough but I can’t. Everything about you makes me feel full. When you leave I spiral. I can’t help it.”

His tone suddenly got deadly serious as he looked her dead in the eye.

“I need you to stay. Stay with me, by my side always. As my friend, lover, I’d even find a way to make you my wife, if that’s what you want. Please say you want that too, Y/N, please. I’ll give you everything I have, everything I am. Just don’t go”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Obi Wan” Y/N asked, having trouble wrapping her head around the sudden turn of events.

“If that’s what you want. But I’m trying to say that you already have absolutely nothing less than all of me, my sweet.”

Y/N was shocked. Obi wan seemed genuine in his declaration. The truth wringing out in the force.

She rested her forehead against his, their noses touching.

“I’ll stay. I’ll stay with you Obi Wan.”

His joy rang out in the force, pure, bright and powerful. And a beautiful smile washed over his face, fresh tears rolling down his face at her acceptance of him.

He wouldn’t ruin this, it would be different than before. He was alone with her on a backwater planet, in a backwater desert, living in a run down hovel.

No one would find him here. He could keep her safe in this unlikely sanctuary. In the home she had made for them far from other people who would destroy it.

High on their emotions and drunk on his love for her, Obi Wan pulled her in close, cradling her to his naked chest, encouraging her to leave her little kisses and licks.

Deciding she had adequately covered him in love she snuggled in for a nap, asking him to join her, which he all too happily did. They drifted off together, their bliss and happiness bright in the force.

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The Sound of Mandalore

Chapter 2/20: "Confidence"

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<< Chapter 1

Before the sun could even rise on Coruscant, Obi-Wan Kenobi stood at the threshold of the Jedi Temple, preparing to take his first step on this new adventure. He had chosen to think of it as an adventure, since the other alternatives—namely ostracism from the Jedi Order—were too painful to think about. Donned in his usual armor he wore on assignments as a representative of the Republic, the Jedi steadied his resolve and stepped outside into the early morning hustle and bustle of Galactic City.

He'd only briefly spoken to Anakin the night before. After the lecture he’d received, it seemed in poor taste to have a long, drawn-out goodbye with his former Padawan. Anakin seemed a little hurt at his leaving, but he knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan’s choice, which softened the blow. If Obi-Wan was attached, then for Force’s sake Anakin was doubly so. He hoped that in his time away, Anakin might make some progress on that end, learning to live without him.

As they parted ways, Anakin offered up his ship for Obi-Wan to take to Mandalore, the Twilight. It wasn’t in the best shape possible, but Obi-Wan appreciated it all the same. His single person starfighter wasn’t exactly the type of ship one would take on an educational mission.

Pushing a hover-crate containing his belongings in front of him, Obi-Wan boarded the derelict light freighter. His mind swirled with uncertainty and a torrent of emotions as he switched on the controls and prepared the Twilight for lift-off.

What was awaiting him on Mandalore? What would the children be like? How much did they know about the Force? Would they like him?

At the very least, Obi-Wan thought, it could be exciting to do something different for a change. The war had drained so much of him already in the months they’d been fighting, cutting back their time at the Temple to practically zero. Now he was practically being given freedom, the perfect opportunity to get away, to do something constructive instead of slashing battle droids all the live long day. And to return to Mandalore…

Oh yes, he had been to Mandalore. He still remembered how conflicted his heart had been, all those years ago, when he left that system behind. He should be rejoicing at his imminent return!

But instead, he felt… fear. He was afraid to go back, for reasons he refused to think about.

‘Oh, what’s the matter with me,’ Obi-Wan thought to himself, lifting the ship into the upper atmosphere despite his misgivings. He could manage seven children. He’d had his fill of creche duties in the Temple, he’d raised a moody teenager. He was the Great Negotiator, a Master Jedi for Force’s sake! There was nothing they could throw at him that he couldn’t handle.

He pointedly did not think about a certain elegant blonde that also awaited him on that planet.

This was his chance to prove his worthiness to the Council. To prove it to himself that he could be the ‘perfect Jedi’ he was supposed to be. Whatever was in store for him, he was ready for it.

With a newfound confidence, Kenobi pushed forward on the lever to his right, plunging the ship into hyperspace.

Once he reached the planet, however, some of that bravado deflated as his earlier worries seeped back in through his shields. Part of him wanted to turn right back around and beg the Council to assign him elsewhere, but he knew he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. This felt right, even as it scared him.

As the domed city of Sundari came into view, a hollow feeling settled in his stomach and he took a steadying breath. He was here, it was now or never.

After touching down on a platform outside the city, Obi-Wan put on a smile and strode confidently down the ramp, ready to face his fate.

-.-.-

Waiting to meet him on the platform was a fairly tall older man with grayish blond hair and a goatee. He wore fine clothes, indicating he was of some importance to Mandalore, and Obi-Wan suddenly wished he’d had time to brush up on his knowledge of the Mandalorian political scene.

“Hello,” Obi-Wan spoke as he approached, handing off his luggage to a guard that hurried up to him. “I come from the Temple on Coruscant. I am here to tutor the children under the care of the Duchess.”

The man nodded in recognition. “Indeed, welcome Master Kenobi. I am Prime Minister Almec.”

At that Obi-Wan gave a short bow. “I thank you for coming out to greet me, Prime Minister.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” Almec assured, “If you’ll follow me, I will escort you to the palace.” The man smiled and waved his hand toward a waiting speeder, Obi-Wan’s luggage already loaded in.

“Lead the way!”

Together they hopped in the speeder and set off into the city. Obi-Wan marveled at the tall buildings of gleaming transparisteel, adorned with patches of greenspace that were maintained by the artificial climate of Sundari.

It had truly flourished since the last time he’d been here.

Before he knew it, they arrived at the Royal Palace, coming to a stop on a platform outside the front gates. Almec’s guards held open the heavy doors, allowing Almec and then Obi-Wan to enter.

After a short walk, Obi-Wan was standing in a wide-open chamber, feeling a strange mix of nostalgia and unfamiliarity. It had been so long since he’d been in this room, and even then, it was only for a day or so. The transparisteel walls and ceiling echoed with the ghosts of his memories there, though there had been some changes made as well. A large stained-glass portrait, for example, replaced one section of the windows, sunlight gleaming through the unmistakable visage of Duchess Satine Kryze.

“I’ll leave you here,” Almec said, his voice echoing through the hall. “It was good to meet you, Master Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan bowed, and the Prime Minister and his guards exited, leaving the Jedi alone to wait. He glanced once more up at the stained glass before circling around the chamber to refamiliarize himself with it. The throne was the key feature here in the main chamber, a place for a wise and noble ruler to meet with other officials and her loyal subjects alike. Then jutting off of this room, there were a couple hallways, which lead to various offices and personal quarters, as Obi-Wan well knew.

And—of course—there was the palace’s grand ballroom, a lavish space adjacent to the throne room where decadent parties could be held. Obi-Wan had attended one such party, many, many years ago on his final night on Mandalore.

The night before Satine’s coronation.

As he stepped into the ballroom, the memories came flooding back. The constant din of conversation. The gentle flow of Mandalorian music. The faces of countless dignitaries from all around the galaxy who had been invited to celebrate the return of the rightful ruler of Mandalore. She was still so young then, but nonetheless, ready to take on the challenge of building a better future for her people. She truly was a force to be reckoned with.

He remembered her.

Oh, he could never forget. No amount of meditation could wipe from his memory the image of her standing there, looking beautiful in her cerulean gown, a simple circlet resting atop her head as a placeholder for the elaborate headdress that would replace it the next morning.

He could almost see her there. And following his own footsteps from that night, Obi-Wan walked to the center of the chamber, bowing deeply as if to ask her to dance. It had been a risky move then, but one he was willing to make just to hold her close one last time. He closed his eyes, grabbing the hand of the invisible Satine only to begin twirling her around the room. He danced to music only he could hear, music that played through time and space in the form of a memory, his memory.

The sound of the door slamming open pulled him back to reality very suddenly. He nearly jumped out of his skin, not used to being snuck up on, what with his Force-enhanced senses and everything.

“Satine!” Obi-Wan croaked, straightening immediately. There she stood, silently looking at him, an unreadable expression on her face. The longer she stood there, the more uncomfortable the room felt, and Obi-Wan cleared his throat awkwardly to fill the silence. Satine stepped aside in the doorway, indicating for Obi-Wan to make his way back into the throne room. Without meeting her eyes, he stepped into the hall.

After another moment’s silence, Satine finally spoke. “It does not do for visitors to go wandering in times like these.”

Oh, Force, this was the first time he’d spoken to her in so long. He had no idea what he was doing.

“Yes, Duchess,” he responded, bowing with respect to her position. To be honest, he didn’t know where they stood, after so many years without contact. He thought it best to follow whatever precedent she set.

Despite the formalities, he couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he stared back at her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Satine asked, shifting away from his gaze.

“After all these years, you’re even more beautiful than ever,” Obi-Wan responded.

Satine raised an eyebrow. “Kind words from a man who is here to impose upon my children the ideals of the Jedi.”

This retort puzzled Obi-Wan.

“Apologies, Duchess, it was my understanding that you made a request for the Council to send a tutor.”

“Indeed,” Satine nodded once, “but it was at the urging of my advisors, and decidedly NOT my preference.” Her words came out with a harsher tone than he’d been expecting. She seemed to sense this as well, glancing down at the floor before explaining much more calmly, “With tensions rising and the supposed return of the Sith, I only want what is best for the children of Mandalore.”

“A noble sentiment,” Obi-Wan affirmed, nodding in both understanding and forgiveness for her earlier tone.

Satine stared for a moment longer at the Jedi, taking in his appearance before her. Her eyes lingered on the white plastoid armor pieces, a hint of derision behind her expression.

“Before the children arrive, I must ask that you remove your armor. You will not need it,” she said with an air of finality. It was no secret that the Duchess was adamantly opposed to any form of war. To be honest, Obi-Wan should have known that she would not take kindly to a reminder of his active role in the galaxy-wide conflict that plagued the Republic.

Without complaint, he began to remove his shoulder plates and vambraces as she continued to speak. “I don’t know how much Master Yoda has told you, but you are the twelfth in a long line of tutors who have come to instruct these children since they arrived on Mandalore. I have only resorted to contacting the High Council as my last available option.”

“Must be a troublesome bunch” Obi-Wan said, his voice laced with humor as he hopped on one leg to remove one of his greaves. One look at Satine and he knew he’d put his foot in his mouth again already. Coughing to cover up his amusement, he amended, “What I mean to say is that I am sure the younglings only need some time under the tutelage of a Force user to help them better understand their abilities. Do not worry, Duchess.”

Satine looked at him skeptically before continuing. “I expect that the children will have their skills in diplomacy and leadership honed while studying our system’s history, government, arts, laws, and languages, especially Mando’a. The coursework should be rigorous. Through their words and their intellects they will be able to protect themselves, should the need arise.” She paused to make sure he absorbed that last part most of all. “As representatives of the noble house Kryze, they must at all times conduct themselves with the utmost orderliness and decorum, are we clear, Master Jedi?”

“Yes ma’am,” Obi-Wan answered back with a mock salute.

She did not look pleased.

Ah well, Obi-Wan didn’t much care if he pushed Satine’s buttons a little while he was here. That was part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Are they not to be taught the ways of the Force, then?” he asked, “I understand your pacifistic ways, but should they not also learn how to physically protect themselves?”

Satine pursed her lips.

“You may provide basic instruction on their connection to the Force and how to control it, no more.”

Obi-Wan was about to argue some more, but thought better of it. “Understood.”

With that, Satine nodded to one of her Protectors, who promptly left the throne room. When he returned, he was followed by a line of children, standing tallest to shortest and coming to a stop in front of Obi-Wan and Satine.

The kids whispered amongst themselves, sending odd glances to the unknown person in the room until the Duchess quieted them with her voice. “Children, this is to be your new tutor, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.” A flash of recognition of the title ‘Jedi’ lit a spark of intrigue in the children, whose whispers resumed with heightened energy. “Go on, introduce yourselves,” the Duchess encouraged.

The first in line stepped forward, a strapping young boy with blond wavy hair and shoulders set to display his confidence. “Dreek Amari, I’m fourteen standard years old.” Obi-Wan nodded in acknowledgement.

Next came Lark Met, thirteen years old, though tall for her age. She wore her hair in a blonde ponytail, and watched Obi-Wan with curiosity.

Chas Bralor was a twelve-year-old freckled boy who reminded Obi-Wan of Anakin when he tried to act more mature than he really was. That brought a small smile to his face.

“I’m Brig Deshra,” the next girl said, black hair falling past her shoulders. “I’m ten standard years old.” Once again, Obi-Wan nodded in recognition.

The second smallest of the bunch introduced herself as Tamra Jendri, all of seven years old. She gave Obi-Wan a shy smile, made all the more endearing by the fact that her two front teeth were missing.

“And what is your name?” Obi-Wan asked, kneeling down to meet the eye of the littlest one, a brunette who seemed to be having trouble speaking in front of this new person.

“My name is Greta, I’m five,” she finally answered, moving to hide behind the leg of Satine.

The Duchess smiled softly and looked to Obi-Wan. “Greta Saxon, she comes from our moon Concordia.”

Obi-Wan nodded, unsure if he should recognize the name or the significance of her home world or not. Eyes roving over the group once more, Obi-Wan spoke with amusement, “We seem to be missing one.”

Eyebrows bunching together, Satine scanned their faces and sighed, her expression turning to resigned exasperation. “Korkie…”

As if on cue, the oldest strolled in, bowed to Satine in apology for his tardiness, and stepped in line. “Korkie Kryze,” he stated, bowing also to Obi-Wan but not meeting his eyes.

Obi-Wan glanced over to Satine. Korkie’s introduction was markedly missing his age, and seemed rather clipped. At his curious look, Satine clarified, “My nephew. Sixteen.”

Faintly, Obi-Wan wondered about the fact that her nephew exhibited signs of Force sensitivity, but quickly forgot it when Satine spoke again. “I’ll leave you to introduce yourself to the children, Master Jedi. I’m afraid business calls me away.”

Obi-Wan nodded, and as she began to walk away, he called out, “It is good to see you again, Duchess.”

She paused, slowly turning to look back at him once more. “It is… good to see you too, Master Kenobi.”

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Now standing alone with seven pairs of eyes staring back at him, Obi-Wan felt suddenly a lot more self-conscious. Clearing his throat, he tried to smile, hoping it didn’t come across as a pained look.

“Alright, I think I’m going to have to hear your names again if I’m going to memorize them,” he joked, stepping just a step closer to where they still stood in a line. “Starting with you,” he nodded toward the eldest, the one with auburn hair and bright blue eyes.

“His name’s Korkoran,” one of the older girls teased, erupting into giggles with another girl next to her.

“Korkie,” the boy corrected, sending a stern look to the girls. “I go by Korkie. And I don’t need a tutor. I learn plenty at the Academy.”

The way Korkie stared at him, it was almost like he knew something of Obi-Wan already, something that set him against the Jedi before they’d even met. Obi-Wan resolved to work on that, sure that the boy would come around to him eventually.

Realizing he hadn’t responded, Obi-Wan said, “Is that so? In that case, perhaps you can help me with the others. As my Masters often say, it is through teaching that you learn.”

Korkie seemed to think that through as Obi-Wan moved on to the next child, and the next, and all the ones after them. Greta, the littlest, seemed to take to Obi-Wan immediately, and Obi-Wan was reminded of the sweetness of the younglings at the Temple who had teased him for ‘losing a planet’ during their lesson with Master Yoda. He hoped he could develop such a camaraderie with the rest of them as they began their learning.

Feeling a little better acquainted with them, the Jedi breathed a gratified sigh and nodded. “Well, I look forward to working with you all. I’m sure you’re all very bright students.”

Just then, one of the Royal Guardsmen came in, acknowledging Obi-Wan with a nod before ushering the children off to their studies, Duchess’ orders. Greta turned back to wave goodbye, and Obi-Wan smiled. So far, things seemed to be going pretty well.

Once the kids had scattered to their own rooms, the Protector led Obi-Wan to his assigned quarters where he would live for the duration of his stay. His rooms were spacious and open, with plenty of light streaming through transparisteel windows—much brighter than his apartment at the Jedi Temple.

The crate stuffed full of his belongings awaited him at the foot of his bed, and Obi-Wan promptly got to work unpacking his items from it, settling them into the drawers of the dresser he’d been provided. “Thank you for your hospitality,” he said to the guard, who waited to be dismissed.

“Of course, Master Kenobi. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to—”

The Protector stopped, wide eyes tracking a floating boot through the air behind the Jedi’s head. Obi-Wan looked up at the guard’s sudden silence, and followed his look to the offending piece of footwear. Raising his eyebrows, he settled his gaze on three of the oldest children, Dreek, Lark, and Chas, who now stood in the doorway with their arms outstretched maintaining a shaky grasp on what Obi-Wan now saw were several of his personal items flying through the air. Other pairs of eyes peeked in from behind them.

As soon as they realized they’d been caught, however, they turned and ran, incidentally releasing a sudden burst of the Force, causing all of Obi-Wan’s delicately folded clothes and personal items to fly into the air and scatter throughout the room, slamming into the walls and lampshades and even landing on the poor Protector. Not even the neatly made bed was spared, the sheets and pillows roughly crumpling to the ground in the corner of the room.

Obi-Wan sighed before turning away from the mess to look back at the Protector with an unimpressed look on his face.

“I see why you decided to call the Jedi.”

-.-.-

Chapter 3 >>

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thedunesea · 7 months

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2, 30, 40!

Thank you for the asks 💕

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I've already answered 2 here

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Not in a fic I've published, but I've been working for years now on a passion project that is definitely out my comfort zone. It's a Sith AU in which the Galaxy has been ruled by the Sith for millennia, since the Sacking of Coruscant during the Great Galactic War ca. 3650 bby. Obi-Wan is a Sith raised in the Temple on Coruscant, he stumbles upon Anakin by chance and decides against all sense and reason to take him as his apprentice (with all the Qui-Gon& Padmé on Tatooine backstory to be revealed throughout the story). It's a redemption story, of Obi-Wan redeeming himself through his love for Anakin even as Anakin feels the pull of the Dark Side, and I really want to write it because it's both fascinating and challenging and full of very emotional moments, not to mention the fact that it's been living in my brain since 2019, but there is something deeply unsettling in writing what amounts to the redemption story of a member of a violent, brutal and totalitarian religious regime, even if brainwashed since infancy. Also, by its nature a story like this has a lot of toxic, messed up or straight up evil moments that I will have to write giving them the right weight.

Last but not least, I also really want to make it Obianidala but I don't think I have the craftsmanship to write something so complex and add a believable polyamorous relationship to the mix.

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I have always thrived on hyperfixations, and this is true for fics as well. I have re-read my favorites an honestly embarrassing number of times. I think I have read my favorite series at least 10 times (it's a 500k monster), and its first installment probably closer to 20. I'm very particular about dynamics and themes, so when I find something that scratches all my itches I'm hooked for life.

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rayningnight · 1 year

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Star Wars - Ray’s Fic Recs List - Feb 2023

AU, Time Travel, Dimension Travel, Crossovers, etc. Fic Recs List. Mostly Obi-Wan centric! Mostly GEN and Mandalorian-friendly. Relationships specified in the turn-offs too. Please mind the trigger warnings in the turn-offs/TOs. 💫 are my current favourites!

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Be that monster you've been wanting by otherpeoplescoats Review: Imagine if Dooku took Obi-Wan as his padawan when he was 10 years old. Work in progress, as of 12 May 2022. Words: 29,164. Chapters: 12/?

Episode I

Tatooine Gusha by Natural_Logarhythm Review: Master Qui-Gon lost Obi-Wan on Bandomeer. Ben ends up in Tatooine, raising Anakin. This is an interesting storytelling method, where we see Ben’s voice at the beginning when he’s already back at the Order, explaining Episode I in his POV. Work in progress, as of 03 Feb 2023. Words: 51,592. Chapters: 11/15

A Novel Alignment by quomores Review: Imagine in Darth Plagueis took in Obi-Wan. (This is not a happy fic.) “Sith Family Comedy,” indeed. I have mixed feelings overall after finishing, but I still think it’s a fic worth reading, this bleak world is- hm). Complete, as of 20 Jun 2020. Words: 62,291. Chapters: 21/21

Cin Vhetin, Ogir'Olar (New Beginnings, One way or Another) by pureimagination Review: Okay, so the premise is that Obi-Wan gets separated from Satine and ends up losing his memories under torture from Death Watch, and this fic starts off 6 years after this, when Ben aliit Mereel ends up preventing Galidraan, and walks the path only Tarre Vizla has ever walked before. SUPER fast updates! Author write 4 chapters ahead and keeps a speedy schedule, and has already posted a sequel! Complete, as of 30 Jan 2023. Words: 28,260. Chapters: 17/17 TO: Character Death

Post-Episode I

Just Go Kill Palpatine by nevertheless_turtle Review: Yes. Obi-Wan is given the sus truth from Quinlan and responds not as a Jedi but as the caretaker for Anakin, thus exposing Palpatine’s hand early. I dearly hope this updates! The memes in the end too, are just *chef’s kiss*. Work in progress, as of 24 May 2021. Words: 6,832. Chapters: 4/5

Men of Power by AlabasterInk Review: So, so many father-son feels between Obi-Wan and Anakin here! The what-if where people DO second guess why Old Sheeve Palpatine wants access to tiny padawan Anakin here? Work in progress, as of 04 Jan 2021. Words: 86,177. Chapters: 11/? TO: Gaslighting.

💫 Sith Killer by Livsy Review: This takes canon a bit sideways, because a Sith is not just a title here. Work in progress, as of 20 Dec 2022. Words: 107,559. Chapters: 27/40

Where We’re Going by Thousand_elf Review: Can we just keep giving Anakin some hobbies? This is great. The glassblowing fic! Work in progress, as of 26 Dec 2021. Words: 8,436. Chapters: 2/?

dead and the gold by Icarus_is_flying Review: This is not a fix-it. This is a what-if: Orders 66, during Episode I. Obi-Wan runs to his ex-grandmaster, because at least he’s not a hunted Jedi, right? Work in progress, as of 25 Dec 2020. Words: 115,123. Chapters: 27/? TO: Gaslighting.

Stand By Me (What's in a Padawan?) by ShawnArms Review: Give Obi-Wan a padawan, so give him therapy too! Master Nu really is the best. Throw in some positivity and Tatooine Slave Culture realizations and... tada! Work in progress, as of 25 Dec 2022. Words: 40,138. Chapters: 10/?

The Making of Mand'alor Kryze by phoenixyfriend Review: If Satine died and it turns out Korkie Kryze was Obi-Wan’s son with her? Love the justification that Obi-Wan has to call Anakin his son... Work in progress, as of 18 Oct 2022. Words: 3,916. Chapters: 3/?

💫 Obi-Wan Declares Himself Dad Shaped by phoenixyfriend Review: There seems to be a trend here... but nevertheless, this is such fantastic voicing, for the POV Outsider. Complete, as of 19 Sep 2021. Words: 2,403. Chapters: 2/2

💫 General Kenobi and the Twins by phoenixyfriend Review: Obi-Wan is trying to train Anakin here, and then comes his future-self straight out of a war with two babies in tow. Lovely. Wish there was more in this ‘verse! Complete, as of 11 Nov 2021. Words: 13,174. Chapters: 2/2

Episode II

💫 Shifting the Blame Around by Machina_Fun_T Review: Anakin places the blame on the Senate instead of the Jedi. This skews his views on a lot of different people. Complete, as of 14 Jan 2023. Words: 17,680. Works: 3

The Ground Beneath Us by stolen_pen_name23 Review: Basically if Obi-Wan put the walker in Skywalker. If only one simple change could have happened for real... Complete, as of 27 Nov 2021. Words: 7,566. Chapters: 4/4

General Jocasta by BairnSidhe Review: Give the librarian the leadership to organize an army and well... Complete, as of 03 May 2022. Words: 18,474. Chapters: 8/8

there is no death (there is a wedding) by virdant Review: Crack. Pure, but hilarious. Excerpt: “Married?” Obi-Wan squeaked. He was unfortunately going through puberty. “What do you mean, I’m married now? I’m a Jedi! I can’t get married.” Or: Obi-Wan accidentally marries a ghost. Only... Jango isn’t dead. Complete, as of 11 Jan 2021. Words: 8,759. Works: 5. TO: ...Technically Jangobi? I mean. Just see for yourself. (Or just read P1 and P2.)

Episode III:

The Vagabond Crew by StephanieStephanie Review: What if Anakin didn’t Fall and ran away with the younglings? It’s not actually that long, and it paints a bleak picture still, but this some-what-of-a-fix-it isn’t a new hope, but many hopes still burning. My heart... WIP as of 16 March, 2021. Words: 19,185. Chapters: 31/?

Sacrifice by Artikka Review: Obi-Wan watches the video of Order 66 with Yoda. There’s a different hurt, here. Even as my heart shrivels up and twists more tears out.... this is still a better 'verse than canon. WIP as of 5 Sept 2020. Words: 6,976. Works: 2. TO: Character Death.

Post-Episode III

💫 Knightrise by deviantaccumulation Review: I think I’ve reread this like four times. There’s so much going on in this ‘verse where we get into the heads of the survivors of a genocide, of Vader, and the bonds between all. The nail here though, is Obi-Wan convincing Yoda away from a fight, from fighting Vader at all, and saving the cinders of the Order. Work in progress, as of 03 Dec 2021. Words: 89,475. Chapters: 27/?

Unmasked by Mallow_of_the_Marsh Review: There isn’t a central character to this one, but it delves into the consequences of the whole Galaxy seeing the Jedi Temple getting gunned down. Complete, as of 12 Dec 2022. Words: 16,673. Chapters: 6/6

sun of my right hand by loosingletters Review: I need more fics like this one, where Obi-Wan raises Luke himself. Work in progress, as of 01 Mar 2021. Words: 4,307. Chapters: 6/?

inheritance by jesuisdeux Review: Grandpa Dooku gifts his life savings to Obi-Wan. Some officer shows up at Ben’s doorstep on Tatooine. Yes. Now we await for part 2 in this series... Complete, as of 14 Mar 2021. Words: 4,737. Chapters: 1/1

Time Travel

Pre-Episode I

Hope Like a Blade, Intolerable by berrymascarpone Review: Would you like your heart shattered, just a little bit? Obi-Wan is born crying, remembering his death. Complete, as of 22 Apr 2020. Words: 2,716 Chapters: 1/1

Whispers of the Future by cywsaphyre Review: Oldie and goodie from ffnet. Author’s stopped writing, so read knowing that Obi-Wan may see the future, but we may never see the future of this fic. WIP as of 28 Jul 2012. Words: 37,640. Chapters: 5/?

💫 One Hundred Hours To Rearrange The Stars by soft_but_gremlin Review: PLEASE READ THIS. Part 1 is completed and Part 2 is a WIP and it’s just glorious seeing Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka in teeny-tiny bodies being cared for by Mandalorians and Jedi on Galidraan. Work in progress, as of 03 Feb 2023. Words: 41,319. Works: 2

💫 Change in the air by Ancathepurple Review: Obi-Wan travelling back after his death in canon to his 13-year-old-body fic on the ride back to the Temple after Melida-Daan. The trauma of a General is much worse in everyone’s eyes, and the ‘genius’ he shows by accident... yes, all of this, YES. Peggy Sue-ish, but I’m living for the family lineage feels. I’ve reread this twice already... Work in progress, 18 Nov 2021. Words: 34,521 Chapters: 14/?

Who you are today (is not who you have to be tomorrow) by wildimaginingsofhalfbakedideas Review: Another Obi-Wan travelling back in time to his 13-year-old-body fic, but this time, he hails the True Mandalorians for help since he knows their views on children. There’s quite a bit of mando’a throughout the fic, as Obi-Wan leaves with the True Mandalorians. Work in progress, as of 29 Jan 2023. Words: 69,612 Chapters: 20/?

Time and Time Again by seriouslythoughwhat Review: This has a lot of potential and I hope it’ll continue one day! Basically, if Ben was sent back to his 14(?) yo body, before Xanatos is found, but after Melida-Daan. Work in progress, as of 13 June 2020. Words: 12,168, Chapters: 3/?

💫 a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux Review: There isn’t another fic out there that captures this kind of prose, at least not one that I’ve found. It’s funny and definitely written by some English major out there who was like: what if we had not-gonna-take-your-shit Master Obi-Wan and living-to-spite-the-world Grandpa Dooku deciding to change the plot. Words: 17,263. Chapters: 4/4

undeserving fall (this kind of sunlit love) by loosingletters Review: I’m putting this FIRST - Turn-Off: Luke/Palpatine. Yes, you read this crack right. This is crack treated seriously. I gave this fic a chance and so maybe everyone should? Redeeming Palpatine is never something most fics do. Complete, as of 19 Mar 2021. Words: 9,662. Chapters: 1/1

💫 General Kenobi and the Twins by phoenixyfriend Review: Snapshot of post-Episode III Obi-Wan, twins in each arm, walking into Knight Obi-Wan’s meditation session with bb!Anakin. I literally want SO MUCH MORE of this. Complete, as of 11 November 2021. Words: 13,174 Chapters: 2/2

Episode II

💫 Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust by Livsy Review: OMG OMGOMG THIS IS JUST. PERFECTION. The POV Outsider from Anakin’s view on a changed Obi-Wan and how THIS Obi-Wan treats him. ;-; I have no words how much I love the hurt/comfort vibes. Work in progress, as of 29 Jan 2023. Words: 24,477 Chapters: 9/10

Looking Glass by Livsy Review: Another Obi-Wan time travelling to the past; but he carries a Sith lightsaber. Misunderstanding ensue. Work in progress, as of 08 Aug 2022. Words: 18,451. Chapters: 7/?

💫 Living Memory, My Fate to Follow by elsa3beth Review: Ben here really doesn't know his self worth and I hope that this journey not only saves the galaxy, but saves himself. Props also on handling the mental issues, the moral issues, the politics and the military! Definitely a favourite! WIP, as of 13 November 2021. Words: 353,548. Chapters: 30/40

Visions in Red by likethesoda Review: So, imagine if jedi and clones recall the canon future-that-would-be. I wasn’t sure to put categorize this as time travel but the memories time travelled? I digress. It’s amazing to see how people react to Anakin, how Anakin reacts, and though horrifying, this is also comforting? That they are all alive, and can maybe, possibly, do something. Work in progress, as of 06 June 2022. Words: 16,546. Chapters: 6/?

💫 Birds Fly in Different Directions by Triscribe Review: One by one, jedi recall their deaths in the future. Yes. YES. Complete, as of 15 Dec 2022. Words: 14,666 Chapters: 3/3

desecrate my lungs by loosingletters Review: Let’s have Vaderkin wake up in the body of General Skywalker, and he forgets to breathe, because he’s been in a suit for two decades. Work in progress, as of 12 Dec 2020. Words: 16,050 Chapters: 8/?

a distant fire is burning by e_va Review: Cal Kestis travels back in time and ends up in his 10-year-old body, sent off to be Obi-Wan Kenobi’s padawan, and everyone deals with the consequences. I love the perspective and I want to see more of the changes in dynamics with this new addition to the dysfunctional Jedi lineage! Work in progress, as of 23 Jan 2023. Words: 40,214 Chapters: 7/?

They Don't Care About Us by ironhoshi Review: Here is another Cal-centric fic! With an added time traveller: Boba Fett! Imagine if these two interrupting Obi-Wan’s meeting with Jango at Kamino, and ends up causing much confusion and interesting changes to the world. Work in progress, as of 27 Feb 2022. Words: 62,215. Chapters: 33/? TO: Obi-Wan/Jango

(I Promise) This Time Will be Different by Nation_Ustria Review: Yes, here’s a third one with Cal. I love the conversations and the interactions with the clones in this one! Seriously... There’s something about these fics... Work in progress, as of 05 Nov 2022. Words: 21,975 Chapters: 7/?

To Fix the Shattered Past by Forever_A_Thief Review: Throw Obi-Wan, Anakin and Ahsoka from the Clone Wars into child bodies during Melida-Daan, and stir. I love the Grandpa Dooku vibes here. Sometimes it’s nice to have fics without the dark side showing in Anakin and Dooku, y’know? Work in progress, as of 22 Jan 2023. Words: 35,976 Chapters: 10/?

Stop All The Clocks by Panda_2703 Review: This fic has Obi-Wan thrown into the body of his General body, and he attempts, through his trauma of dying four years into his exile on Tatooine, to save whoever he can 8 months before the end of the Republic. Ahsoka’s trial goes differently! Work in progress, as of 14 Nov 2022. Words: 37,866 Chapters: 7/?

how to disappear completely by jaigeye Review: Have you ever read a fic with Jango Fett as the time looper? Not just a single travel back but he dies, so many times, and gets back to square one- at least, until we have a hopeful ending for everyone. Complete, as of 25 Feb 2022. Words: 11,595. Chapters: 1/1

Touch Starved by CourtesyTrefflin for uncorrectgrammar Review: This is THE hurt/comfort fic starring Obi-Wan and Vaderkin. There is so much to unpack with these two... Complete, as of 15 Dec 2022. Words: 71,012 Chapters: 22/22

Fate Gives Second Chances by The_subtle_briar Review: Ben is not of sound mind when he wakes up in the past, and it’s understandable that years of trauma and in exile would make him think this all a sham at the beginning. Longfic. Work in progress, as of 16 Sept 2022. Words: 111,199. Chapters: 30/35. TO: Cody/Obi-Wan

there but for the grace of god by wanderlove Review: Let’s have Luke travel back in time from an alternate universe where he’s being raised by Ben! Miscommunication and misunderstandings ensue. Complete, as of 24 Apr 2021. Words: 49,217. Chapters: 12/12

The Kenobi Scandal by AppoApples Review: Both Luke and Ben travel back, and they explain Luke’s existence as Luke Kenobi. Shenanigans ensure for a grand fix-it fic! Complete, as of 23 Dec 2020. Words: 97,426. Chapters: 19/19

Alternate Universe / Crossovers

💫 still much that is fair by RaineyDay Review: Padawan Obi-Wan dimension travels/time travels into a war-torn universe where his padawan saves him? He’s a Master? He’s on the Council?!? Complete as of 4 May 2021. Words: 21,173. Chapters: 8/8. TO: Suicide Attempt/Thoughts.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din by SilverRayan Review: This universe has the Sith Empire, the Mandalorian Empire and the Galactic Republic. The excuse to have Obi-Wan and Jango Fett fight for their sons is great. Mind the Jangobi, hinted. Work in progress, as of 25 Jul 2022. Words: 18,847. Chapters: 6/?

Manda'kara by Virodeil Review: BB!Obi-Wan delves deep into the archives as he nearly ages out for Knighthood. The worldbuilding in this one is amazing! The idea of the culture of the Mandalorians still being preserved here... the POTENTIAL of this series! Completed, as of 22 Dec 2022. Words: 10,569. Chapters: 10/10

24 Seconds by c_m_li Review: Imagine Obi-Wan and Quinlan, teenagers sent off to a mission go MIA until they are found by the True Mandolorians. I like the respect in cultures/traditions in this. Complete, as of 26 Sep 2022. Words: 11,314 Chapters: 1/1 TO: Obi-Wan/Quinlan

devoted by loosingletters Review: If Anakin was more eldrich, god-like and this has consequences, in a world, “where the Force splits into aspects of itself, deities for all sentients of the galaxy to worship, people cling to their silent gods, wishing they could be just as powerful.” Complete, as of 06 Mar 2022. Words: 34,308. Chapters: 8/8. TO: slightly Anakin/Obi-Wan.

falling up by obiwanobi, shatou Review: This series is based on if Obi-Wan never got to take in Anakin as his padawan, and Anakin is raised by Palpatine. Vader shows up at Obi-Wan’s doorsteps, and this is Vader’s journey back to the light. Work in progress, as of 18 Nov 2021. Words: 24,060. Works: 9. TO: pre-Obi-Wan/Anakin hinted?

With no root in the land --(To keep my branches green) by llamallamaduck Review: This NARUTO crossover is something I never imagined to like, but wowza. Imagine Anakin, an eldrich being instead of our canon humanoid, dimension travels to the Five Great Shinobi Countries, specifically, Whirlpool. Uzushiogakure will never fall, but the other nations? Hm. Work in progress, as of 28 Nov 2022. Words: 25,490. Chapters: 7/?

A Star to Steer By by dogmatix, norcumi Review: I’ve never even read Stargate Atlantis before, and you don’t really need to after either. Summary: “ Not so long ago, in a galaxy not very far away at all, there's a Republic with an order of Jedi - a symbiotic species and their clone hosts.” This about sums it up, and now Obi-Wan and the 212th Company arrive in an alternate dimension. Work in progress, as of 21 Dec 2022. Words: 115,437. Works: 2.

Bare Your Teeth, Soldier by phoenixyfriend Review: OKAY AS A HEADS UP THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE. IT IS NOT SMUT. Now, imagine our regular, canon duo, The Team, ending up in the omegaverse. Yes. This is that fic. I highly recommend, please suspend all disbelief, for the worldbuilding. Work in progress, as of 19 July 2022. Words: 13,306 Chapters: 2/?

On the other side by esama Review: What-if Obi-Wan never became a Jedi Knight? AgriCorps = academics and plants. Much love. Complete, as of 20 Dec 2020. Words: 53,143. Chapters: 14/14

Canon Universe

💫 Reputations. by outpastthemoat Review: There’s something to be said about a fic that captures a badass Gary Stu from POV Outsider, and then POV Obi-Wan is like: ??? Me??? Perfect??? What is a consummate jedi because it ain’t him, fumbling along. Read when you want a feel-good. Complete as of 18 March 2021. Words: 36,738. Chapters: 12/12

not the place that I was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine Review: Worldbuilding on Jedi Traditions, in Anakin’s POV. Could be AU and lead to a hopeful future, but too short (and sweet) to know for sure. Complete, as of 06 Aug 2020. Words: 5,030. Chapters: 1/1

Acknowledged by EclipseMidnight (EternalEclipse) Review: What-if there was more initiations to be done to become a Knight of the Jedi Order? 25 Sept 2017. Words: 14,328. Chapters: 1/1

The Folly of Foresight by Blue_Sunshine Review: The author of Desert Storm made a side-story about canon Obi-Wan knowing his fate with Infinite Sadness, and I live for this. Complete, as of 18 July 2022. Words: 2,431. Works: 2

twin suns by too_obsessed_with_everything Review: There’s something special about fics that verge off the script but still end up back into canon. Leia from Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV Series) is precious and precocious and this really captures a dangerous, coming-of-age adventure. Complete, as of 18 Dec 2022. Words: 37,610. Chapters: 15/15

everything I have ever learned by Fialleril Review: I’m sure everyone and their mother in the SW fandom has heard of the author of Double Agent Vader and the originator of the Tatooine Slave Culture tag. It’s again, amazing worldbuilding, focusing on Luke, and can coincide mostly with canon! I missed this years later, so here’s a flag you missed it too! Complete, as of 04 June 2019. Words: 12,717. Chapters: 2/2

Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove Review: This one is old, and I was going to leave the big-name, many-kudosed fics out of this list, but I felt like this one may be harder to find. The fic that made me first click the Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker tag. Complete, as of 15 Aug 2018. Words: 51,336. Chapters: 7/7

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Once upon a time long before battles between the Empire and the Rebels, long before even The Clones Wars began, back in the peaceful time there was a boy born on the planet of Tatooine and given a slave life but still held a kind heart to all that he met. The boy had a talent for building and creating things within the house he lived in with his mother, but the boy had a secret which was one to hold a strange gift, one he couldn't explain. His mother always said he had a special power and the man that freed the boy explained the power was the Force for the boy had been created by the Force himself and created the first steps of prophecy Chosen One that would one day bring Balance to The Force.

That boy was named Anakin Skywalker and he was taken to be trained in the ways of the Jedi to train and study in order to become the greatest Jedi ever known. Many on the Jedi council questioned if the boy really was the chosen and would wait to see when the time came for Anakin to prove his worth. Only the boy fell in love with a woman which was against the Jedi Code and the two started a forbidden relationship that might end up destroying their own lives when the time was right. Unknown to many Anakin had always been manipulated by a puppet Master waiting to turn the boy to the dark side of the force to destroy the Jedi Knights and turn the once great republic into an Empire ruled by The Sith for thousands of generations to come.

Near the end of The Clones Wars Anakin received visions of the female he loved dying in childbirth which caused his fear to become the worst ally to everyone around him and even himself. No one on the council foreseen the betrayal. The boy joined the dark in finding a way to save his wife and the one Chosen One of the Jedi turned into a betrayer to his teachers, a murder of his friends at the temple, and feel under the sway of an evil master. His Master of the Light Side of the Force tried to reason with Anakin only for the boy to be gone and be consumed by Darth Vader forever burning within his sorrow and rage at never being able to save his wife.

Only Vader was still a Skywalker and so was Anakin. Vader might have consumed the boy within the darkness but it would never defeat the fact he was a Skywalker by blood.

Once there were twins, a boy and a girl, the child of Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala that were separated at birth in order to keep them safe from the dread Empire and the Sith, making sure everyone believed that Padme's children died with her due to Naboo's tradition to never question or investigate into pregnant or child origins. The boy that was gifted with the name of Luke was sent to his father's family to a moisture farm on Tatooine to be watched over by Obi-Wan. The girl who was named Leia went with Bail Organa to the planet of Alderaan to be raised by his wife Breha Organa, who couldn't have children, and the girl became a princess.

The twin's were the last hope for the Jedi due to both having a power they couldn't explain all of their lives. They were the last hope to keep the flame lit against the dark for love can ignite the stars in hopes both would one day be joined together once more. The twins were reunited in the war between the rebels and Empire, during which the female became a commander and the boy became the Last Jedi. Eventually, the two discovered they were siblings and Darth Vader was their father.

The boy redeemed the father, helping Anakin to find the strength to bring forth the prophecy of the Chosen One which ended the Sith even Darth Vader himself. The girl chose to right her father's wrongs by becoming a galactic leader in the decades to come after the war was over. They were both Skywalker by blood, Luke one by name when Leia chose to keep the name Organa for she couldn't forgive all of the torment Vader put her through.

Now, shortly after the Battle of Jakku, two twins were born once more within the bloodline of Skywalker. Always two there are no more and no less like the ways of the Sith.

Once there was only the Force, an energy field that surrounded and bound all living things. It had a dark side, and it had a light side, the tension between them maintained a balance, making it gray. For a time the balance was upset and all seemed dark. But then came those that dared walked the galaxy and searched the stars to face the darkness and find the light. For the Force will be with them, always.

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Chandrila, 5 ABY

One the day Instruments of Surrender are signed, two children were born to the rebel heroes Leia Organa and Han Solo on the planet of Chandrila. Friends and family appeared to welcome the twins of hope and peace into the world, the first children to be born within the time of peace after the war. It was a bright and happy new beginning to everyone within the once war torn galaxy.

Rumors had spread about the children's birth throughout the day all over the planet of Chandrila. The word; twins was echoed countless times and questions about the genders' were brought up due to no one, not even the parents knowing until they arrived within the world, what the genders and names would be spoken to by others. Only a few were surprise that Leia had twins due to many and even the princess believing it was one child due to the Force energy coming off the children before they were born, simple to how Anakin Skywalker, Leia's fathers once believed he was having one child due to the Force energy he sensed from his pregnant wife Padme Amidala.

The first born twin had been a boy that had a shocking black hair that was soft to the touch, light brown eyes which held warmth like his mother, only the facial features looked so much like Han Solo with the father suggesting the name Han Jr. instead of the giving name Leia wished for the child to be given. For the boy will be called Ben, a name that once held the hope of the galaxy that Leia trusted, the name that brought Luke to her, Obi-Wan Kenobi that had been named Ben by his former before she was murder by Darth Maul.

The second born twin had been a girl. The female newborn took after Leia in looks as well even down to brown hair like her grandmother Padme Amidala, light brown eyes like her twins which was slightly darker in color, and facial features just like Han Solo. The father suggested the name Jaina after his mother and Leia suggested Breha. In the end the female was given Breha, after the Queen of Alderaan, and the name of Jaina as her middle name.

At the end of the day the two babies were sweet one minute and screaming the next, nestling to their mother and father as any healthy child does. Their names echoed in the Force Ben and Breha, both will take their fathers last name of Solo. Leia keeps her own family name of Organa, never wishing to take the name Skywalker due to the problems with her own relationship with Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader.

Han stared down the faces of his children, looking into their eyes and finding a hard time understanding that they were his kids.

His son. His daughter.

His little Ben and Breha.

How did it happen? Well, he knows how and when it happened- a night under the stars in the canopy of Endor trees with Leia. But in the larger sense, the galaxy was a place full of strange places, creatures, people, chances, and even the mystic energy of the Force, which seemed to have wanted Han Solo to become a father. Only he didn't know or understand the first things when it came to having a dad due to barely being able to remember his own.

Ben was making child burbles as the male wriggled and gurgled in the round white bubble of protection as his sister, Breha, slept peacefully in the infancy cradle beside her brother.

Han leaned down and whispered to the twins as one slept and the other stared straight up at him. "Hey. It's you and me, kids. The whole damn galaxy is against us but we'll make it though okay. I'm not gonna be the best dad-c'mon, I don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I can barely take care of myself. But I'll always keep us pointed in the right direction....even if we zig and zag a little to get there." It wasn't going to be a straight and easy line when it came to the Solo luck within their blood, but he'll make sure to find a way for his kids. "There's your first Lesson; Sometimes doing the right thing doesn't mean following a straight line. Sometimes you gotta-" He takes his hand and gestures with it like it's a fish swimming this way and that, left and right, up and down. "Don't tell your mother I said that."

Ben was unable to speak, but he did in the way of crying, bringing Leia into the room almost in the way of telling his mother about what Han was telling him. The boy was already trying to make Han's life harder, meanwhile Breha just stayed sound asleep within the cradle not even bothered by her brother's cries.

Han filched at the noise. He wasn't used to innocent one second and a downpour the next unless it was on a star ship or in a battle of life and death. Only this wasn't life and death. Just his newborn son's white cheeks turning rosy red as his tiny hands tighten into fist, water dripping down the boy's cheeks as his screams echoed throughout the house.

The new father's blue eyes grew wide and tried to search for something. Anything to get Ben to stop crying and find a small Tooka doll that Lando sent over, he picks it up and thrusts it into the air above the boy and wiggles it. "Here. Look." He said, calm and gently. "The cat is, ahh." What was he making the cat do? "The cat is dancing. Dancing Tooka. Come on, kid, you gotta give me something here."

No matter what Han said or did, the act didn't stop the stream of tears or cries. Which started to make Breha awake and stare up at her father with brown eyes, only she didn't join her brother in crying, just stared ahead of her and didn't make a sound. Almost like she wanted to watch Han and try to take in every movement he was doing for her brother, a small hand lifting upward toward the Tooka doll.

Han was about to yell for Leia only to take notice of the female entering the room from the doorway. ""He's, ahh, you know, He's making that sound again."

"He's crying." Leia corrected Han. The female knew her husband was known to raise children and understand what to do for them. Leia was a new mother herself and could only hope to do right by her two children. There are twins that would cause the galaxy to burn bright and make enemies and friends as easy as Han and herself once did.

"Right. Yeah." That was the word. Han held up a finger and pointed toward himself-having hope that Leia would understand none of this was his fault. "It's not my fault."

"Han," Leia said, coming over to him. "It's okay. He's a baby. Babies cry. It's how they tell you they want something."

"Oh. Yeah, no, of course. Maybe you could do your-" Han mimes his hand floating in mid-air in an almost religious gesture, Leia has a connection with their twins that Han could never have with either of them. He didn't have the Force when all three of them did. Leia might not be able to do what Luke could do, but she could always find a way to quiet the kids with just one movement of her hand. Han hates to admit it, but he's jealous of that. Han will never in his lifetime have that connection with Ben and Breha, some kind of energy that he'll never be able to understand. "You know. Use the Force."

"Why don't we try something else?" Leia suggested it to the father of her kids.

"A little brandy on his gums?" Han asked. Ben might be a little young to start drinking but the kid will eventually become of age in a few star systems for one.

"Pick him up," Leia explained.

"Just..." Han paused and stayed quiet. The information almost didn't seem to hit him head on like a blaster bolt. He just stood still, confused. "Pick him up?" It couldn't be that simple, could it?

"Yes. He's your son. Use your hands. Go on, Han. Pick him up. He wants to be snuggled."

"I smuggle, not snuggle." Han corrects his wife.

Leia gave Han an annoyed look. "Han." Started with a strict tone of voice to get her husband to understand what he had to do for their kids. He didn't need the Force. He didn't need a special power. All Han Solo had to be was a father to their kids.

Han let out a small breath. He reached forward rather slowly because he didn't want harm to come toward his son. He guessed it was a father's instinct. He scooped the boy into his grip and realized just how small his son was within his arms. Ben was vulnerable to everything and everyone around him. That would mean Breha was the same way and that made Han feel a surge of emotion run though him. It was a need to protect.

Ben stopped crying, red face now turning. The boy moved his body to nuzzle up against Han's collarbone. His brown eyes that mimicked his sister's, mother's, and grandmothers began to close shut. Then within moments he was out like a light.

"See?" Leia said, looking at the scene before her. Silencing wishing to take a holo pic of Han and Ben. "You don't need the Force at all." With that she lowered her own arms and picked up Breha, who was awake and trying to reach toward Han's hand for the Tooka cat doll.

"But I'll never have what you have with either of them." Han admits, looking down toward the ground with sad blue eyes that were downcast. His other hand let the Tooka doll go into his daughter's tiny hands.

"You don't have to." Leia reassured. "You'll have your own thing with them Han."

"My own thing?" Han questioned Leia. He thought about it for a second and pictured them smuggling alongside him. Leia was going to scream when they joined him on the job.

"Yes, your own thing."

#breha solo #writing #chapter update #my characters #my ocs are my children #my ocs are my babies #my ocs stuff #moodboard #aesthetic moodboard #star wars oc #ocs #my ocs #star wars #fanfic writing #fanfiction #fyeahstarwarsocs #allaboutocs #ochub #ocapp

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Summary: When Senator Palpatine of Naboo is nominated for High Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, he becomes targeted by an unknown assassin. The Jedi Council assigns Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan learner Obi-Wan Kenobi to protect the Senator. To Obi-Wan’s great frustration, their protection detail includes Palpatine’s adopted son Anakin Skywalker, who fosters an unusual hatred for the Jedi Order. Their tumultuous relationship will shape galactic history for years to come as the galaxy grows darker under the influence of a Sith hidden in plain sight.

A story told in three parts during Palpatine’s rise to power as Chancellor, the early Clone Wars, and the end of the Clone Wars.

Read on AO3 (from the beginning)

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Excerpt:

Early morning light filtered in through the open hangar. Anakin leaned against the ship, watching as Ahsoka ran through the forms. She slid through them effortlessly, blocking practice shots from Cody without even a second of hesitation. Her twin lightsabers flashed, and she moved fast. As she grew older, she learned to lean into her speed and agility. Obi-Wan trained her well, considering she would almost always have to fight opponents larger than her. Naturally, that led to teaching her Jar’Kai, and she mastered the skill better than many other Jedi.

The Clone Wars had been raging for three years. It always felt like the Republic was at the precipice of victory, and with each passing month, the Jedi Order seemed to be getting more desperate. Anakin sighed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Later that afternoon, he needed to meet with Palpatine and Dooku. They were nearly ready to finalize the last remaining plan. To execute the Jedi Order completely. Anakin’s stomach churned at the thought, but Vader accepted it without worry. After all, Obi-Wan would not be killed. He would be imprisoned.

Yet, Anakin hadn’t bargained for Ahsoka’s safety. She would be executed amongst the other Jedi. Amongst everyone he had fought alongside for years by the very soldiers, they had all grown to adore. Crossing his arms, Anakin pulled them tight to his stomach. He dug his fingers into his arm so hard it hurt. It had to be done, he told himself. The galaxy would be better off in Palpatine’s complete control without the Jedi.

“Skyguy!” Ahsoka called. “Are you even watching?”

“I can’t rest my eyes for just a second?”

Peeking out of one eye, Anakin smirked as Ahsoka walked over and stood before him with a scowl on her face. She had grown taller, though she was still a few inches shorter than Anakin. More notably, her lekku had grown so long that they almost reached her waist. There was an odd sadness in knowing that she grew up knowing nothing but war. She lost her childhood. Just as Anakin had in many ways.

And as always, Anakin’s eyes rested on the scar on Ahsoka’s neck. It was small, barely even noticeable, but guilt welled up in Anakin at the sight of it. If Anakin had stopped his attack a second later, she would have died that day on Tatooine. When he came face to face with her as Vader, Anakin thought he would have to kill her. But he tempered the dark side and spared her life. As he would continue to do over and over for both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka.

“Not if you care for me,” Ahsoka said, teasing as she nudged her elbow into Anakin’s side. “I need someone else to shoot at me for practice. I’ve learned Cody’s tells.”

Anakin glanced over at the Clone Commander, who, as always, had a stoic expression. Though when their eyes met, he shot Anakin a pleading look. Ahsoka was probably distracting him from more important duties. Obi-Wan was late coming back from his meeting with the Council, so it meant Ahsoka was slowly going stir crazy. After all, she wasn’t used to peace. She was raised with war in her blood.

“Fine, Snips,” Anaki said as he pulled out his blaster and set it to stun. “But don’t get mad at me if I hit you.”

“That would never—”

Immediately, Anakin fired on her, and Ahsoka barely managed to activate her lightsabers and block the shot. She cartwheeled backward, grinning as Anakin paced before her. He partially opened himself up to the Force and watched Ahsoka closely. She often telegraphed her movements, and when he raised his blaster, she darted away from where it appeared he was going to shoot. Immediately, Anakin twisted his wrist and fired right where she tried to dodge to.

Ahsoka knocked the blasts aside with ease. Still, Anakin kept up the barrage, feeling Ahsoka’s glowing presence in the Force as she darted around the open hangar. There was an echo of her movements, disappearing and reappearing as Anakin did his best to get a shot in on her. He was faster than Cody, utilizing the Force to predict her movements rather than sight alone. Still, Ahsoka dodged and reflected the shots.

“Are you going to try to disarm your opponent?” Anakin teased, knowing he could lure Ahsoka closer.

“Do you mean that literally? I don’t know if a mechano-arm would suit you, Anakin. But if I must, I’ll cut off your left arm so you and Obi-Wan can match.”

Still, she took the bait and rolled closer, deactivating her lightsabers and jumping up to knock the blaster from Anakin’s hand. He grinned and pivoted around her, catching her arm and twisting it. Ahsoka yelped in surprise and tried to flip him over her head, but he landed easily on his feet. He tried to jam his elbow into her stomach, and they both tumbled to the ground, wrestling like children. All the while, Anakin could feel the Force ringing out with joy, a mixture of his and Ahsoka’s emotions.

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starlightrows · 2 years

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Hello and welcome back to Krax Rewatches. Tonight I am rewatching Episode I : The Phantom Menace for two reasons. Firstly, I wasn’t able to consume any Star Wars media on actual Star Wars Day this past week (tragic I know). And secondly, I needed a hit of that sweet sweet nostalgia. So let’s jump in.

• Obi Wan deadass called Jar Jar a “this”. As in “What’s this?” To which Qui Gon replies “A local”…. Qui Gon please control your angsty teenager, referring to other intelligent species as “it” or “this” or “that” is kinda shitty

• Fully forgot that R2 D2’s introduction to the Star Wars franchise (chronologically) is him saving Padmè and Co. from being shot down in a space battle. Way to go R2

• Seeing Tatooine makes me feel nostalgic because it’s a part of almost every single Star Wars story that means anything to me

• Look. I know baby Anakin catches a lot of hate for being annoying. But I want everyone to shut up and listen for two seconds. He’s 8 years old. And his first thoughts when Qui Gon reveals that they are stranded on Tatooine because they can’t afford to buy the parts they need to fix their ship is this: I can fix it! Please let me help! followed directly by Oh you can’t afford it? Let me go win the money and just give it to you so you can fix your problem! Little Anakin was a good kid. He has a good heart.

• Qui Gon has some otherworldly amount of trust in the Force. This child I met yesterday says he is the “best pilot in the universe” and built a racing class pod that’s “really fast”…. I’m going to bet this ship that doesn’t belong to me, which is the only thing of value that I have against the world of my new child friend

• The wondrous thought of does every star in the sky have it’s own planetary system? Has anyone ever visited all of them? I’m gonna be the first to see them all….

• Midichlorians

• Aura Singh is a spectator of the pod race?! HELLO?

• I wonder how many people lost money by betting that Sebullba would wind? I wonder who got fucking RICH because Anakin won?

• Bib Fortuna… looking crusty as fuck as usual

• “Why do I feel like we’re about to pick up another pathetic life form?” — Obi Wan Oh what you do not yet know Obi, what you do not yet know

• Honestly I feel so hard for Shmi Skywalker. Her son got freed from slavery. But she had to stay. She had to let her son go away to be raised by others for his own betterment and remain in literal slavery. That is fucking tragic….. Having the “Will I ever see you again?” conversation with your mom, the only parent you’ve ever had. At the age of 8. Ouch. Fuck. My heart. Also happy Mother’s Day Shmi Skywalker.

• Look. LOOK. I am not and never have been a Darth Maul kinda gal… but today… I was looking at him a lil different. Please don’t read into this.

• Spotted Jedi that make me Happy! Master Galia, Master Bilaba, MASTER PLO!

• I can’t tell if it was actual Padmè that Anakin saw and spoke to when he went to go say goodbye to her…. But now that I think about it, it most definitely was. The things you don’t notice, when you are also 8 years old and watch a movie

• “Qui Gon Sir. I don’t want to be a problem” Bitch me too

• I like that Padmè’s response to “The senate is taking too long to liberate my people? Fine I’ll fix this myself. I’ll start a war and fight in it myself”

• Laser pointers. The height of espionage

• Qui Gon’s like… well I can’t exactly put my new son in daycare. I guess he’s coming with me to overthrow this invasion force

• Star Wars music fucking SLAPS

• I would like to rescind my previous statement about Darth Maul. My childhood fever dream nightmares of him hiding in my kitchen cabinets have returned. Nice to know that my brain is still scared of the same stupid shit nearly 20 years later

• Not me wondering if Obi Wan blames himself for not being able to run fast enough to pass throw the last laser gate and possibly save Qui Gon’s life

• True Queen shit to keep your royal throne strapped with emergency blasters

• Get him Obi Wan! Fuck him up! Not for revenge purposes obviously

• I’m glad that they made the droids funny in the tv show. These ones are boring :/

• I love these movies so much

#Krax Chats #Krax Rewatches #Krax Watches

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notthestarwar · 4 months

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From a reply to a comment I got on a fic

For me, canon Obi Wan is someone that's liable to ignore the truth of a situation for his own comfort. He's a Jedi master, he knows the importance of not letting your emotions lead you and yet, he ignores that when it comes to Anakin. He doesn't let himself see how lost he's getting until its too late and then when it is too late, he then can't accept the part Anakin plays in his own fall.

In rots Obi Wan has all these conflicting emotions, he's devastated, he's guilty, but also he's angry with Anakin 'killing him would be merciful, Obi Wan isn't feeling merciful'. His reluctance to process those emotions, even though he so obviously knows how to, and the importance of such a thing, leads to old Ben. Old ben still hasnt processed the reality of things. Is it the trauma of what happened to the Jedi? If it were someone else i think maybe, but for Obi Wan, i do think that he had the potential to live a different life than the one he did on tattoine, i think that would have been better for him and for everyone.

But i think he always would have done things as he did, as that's just who he is, who he's always been.The contradiction of him being a master teacher in 'dealing with emotions healthily' of him understanding that so fully that he's got everyone thinking he's a master of his own emotions, he is a really good Jedi but I don't think he applies any of what he knows to himself, he just pretends, but deep down he isn't doing it. Deep down he's always been the person that would turn a blind eye to his brother falling, that would be unable to kill him even tho he knows that would be the 'Jedi' thing to do.

I think Obi Wan had the potential to do better by Luke, he could have done better by the galaxy by joining the rebellion, he could have done better by anakin by being harsher from the start, by not letting his love blind him, he could have given him a kinder death than leaving him to burn. But instead, he does barely anything, he chooses sticking his head in the sand every time even tho as a master Jedi, he'd be the first one to guide anyone else away from that.He lives a miserable life on tattoine for 20 years cause he thinks he deserves it, its a kind of self punishment, and it's completely unnecessary.

He could have taken luke anywhere else. He could have found funds to give himself, hell even Owen and beru a better life (like bail wouldn't have given him money, like he couldn't make his own in a job that took advantage of his skills. He easily could have stolen money, which we know he wasn't averse to prior to the Jedi's fall). But he doesn't want to accept the reality of things and so refuses to live. Even before he knows vaders identity, he's given over his life to right anakins wrongs and he won't allow himself to be comfortable for a minute of it. He goes to live on Anakin's planet, living as a pauper in a cave. Its all about anakin and the guilt he feels. He won't confront the empire himself, he's convinced himself the only way is playing this passive part in a plan, that I don't think he really believes in. Luke defeating the empire is yoda's plan. For Obi Wan it's a convenient excuse to avoid looking for an alternative. It's pure luck that luke and Leia do bring down the empire! Obi Wan played barely any part in that. He chose to give luke to Owen, yeah Owen didn't trust him but Obi Wan is the Negotiator, he could have fought for luke to be trained, he should have, for lukes own safety. He leaves leia to it, only just stepping in at the last possible moment when she's kidnapped. He also leaves her untrained. We know that untrained force sensitives are dangerous and difficult to raise, that's how the order gets every one of their members, because non force sensitives struggle with force sensitive children and so they give them to the Order. So he leaves both of these powerful children with non force sensitives and gives them no input? It's illogical. It's asking for the empire to find them. As is using his own name. Going to tattooine of all places. Letting luke use Skywalker? No matter how common the names it doesn't make sense. And we know Obi Wan isn't stupid so the only conclusion I can come to is that he's caught so deep in denial he's doing stupid things without acknowledgement.

How might Obi Wan have developed the conflict that allows him to be like this? I think certain extended universe materials indicate that he had a pretty messed up early apprenticeship, which I think could easily lead to problems with self worth and a desire to hide that. Looking at the prequels, he wasn't ready to take on anakin. Taking on a parenting type role when you aren't ready leads to blurred boundaries. He was not his parent, but I think he acted like one. His love for anakin tipped in to attatchment. He couldn't do what was right in general or what was right for anakin, because he was influenced by that love.

#about: Obi Wan

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Invisible Hand Chaos AU x 2

Star Wars Time Travel AU #31

Continuation from HERE

Anakin whirled to face his Master, “Did you know Yoda had a baby?” he asked incredulous and slightly betrayed.

“What? No. Also he could just be another of Yoda’s species. Obviously.” Internally Obi-Wan thought about the still unnamed larva in a hidden aquatic creche, but the Mandalorian’s associate even called him Baby Yoda...

“Unbelievable,” Dooku muttered. “That little green hypocrite.”

“Did you know about this?” Anakin asked the Sith Lord, temporarily forgetting about the fight in favor of the revelation that Yoda might also have a secret family.

“Of course not, the troll never tells anyone anything,” Dooku ranted, deliberately setting aside the fight in favor of unloading decades of suppressed irritation with his former Master.

“I feel we might be jumping to conclusions here-” Obi-Wan offered weakly.

Anakin scoffed. “He literally just called him Baby Yoda,”

“Loathe as I am to admit it, your apprentice is correct. It would seem the Grandmaster of the order has been keeping some secrets.”

“This is absurd!” Obi-Wan protested as the small child on the balcony above tilted his head curiously, watching the conversation below with interest from the safety of his Buir’s arms.

“I agree.” Anakin said self-righteously. “If Yoda can have a baby then- then everyone in the order should be allowed a family.”

“Anakin...”

“Anakin, as interesting is this all is, I’m still in somewhat of a bind over here,” the Chancellor called across the hall, irritated and somewhat alarmed by the sudden outbreak of peace in the room.

“We’ll be right with you Chancellor, don’t worry!” Obi-Wan called back.

“We just need a minute to figure some Jedi business out!” Anakin added.

“You there- Mandalorian” Dooku called up sharply.

“...Yeah?” the Besker-clad warrior answered uncertainly.

“What is the parentage of the child in your arms? How did you come to possess him?” The count's question cut through everything else in the room, and the two Jedi held their breath as they waited for the answer.

The Mandalorian pulled Grogu in closer, “He is a foundling. I know his name as my child.”

“Mandalorians,” Obi-Wan and Dooku muttered, Obi-Wan fondly, Dooku with exasperation.

“What?” Anakin asked bewildered.

“The Mandalorian adopted him- hold on a second, I’m going to try something.” Obi-Wan said.

“Mando! Forgive me- Have you already attempted to return your foundling to his people and been denied? If not, we can show you where to find an elder of his kind.”

The Mandalorian stiffened. “I already found one of his people. It took a great deal of time; neither of us knew there were any others left in the galaxy. By the time I met Luke...the child was mine and we would not be parted long. The three of us began traveling together. He acted as mentor to Grogu, though he is too young to be considered the boy’s senior. In time...we decided it would be simpler to raise him as a warrior together. We are one.”

“Oh. How wonderful.” Obi-Wan said weakly.

Anakin’s brow furrowed furiously and he lowered his voice “Master did I get that right? This guy is really good friend’s with one of Yoda’s people but the friend is not the Child’s biological father and they don’t know anyone else from the species?”

“He actually said he was married to one of one of Yoda’s people but other than that your conclusions are correct. Very good Padawan.” Obi-Wan nodded, attempting to wrap his head around the various implications.

Dooku made a triumphant hum, “Then, by simple inductive reasoning, and in the absence of an alternative candidate, we can assume that the Child is, in-fact, Yoda’s offspring.”

“Exactly!” Anakin agreed with Dooku excitedly.

“Interesting that he would give the spawn to a Mandalorian, rather than the creche. Embarrassment, perhaps.” the Count mused.

“Unbelievable.” Anakin agreed indignantly.

“Ok, now hold on. Foundling is pretty literal most of the time-” Obi-Wan interrupted. “Mando- was the child entrusted to you or did was there a rescuing involved?”

“...I was assigned to find him as part of a bounty, but found the imps who I was supposed to give him to...unpleasant.”

“Imps?” Anakin asked.

“There you go!” Obi-Wan said, with just a tinge of hysteria. “Yoda didn’t abandon the child- not that it necessarily is Yoda’s child- he was kidnapped.”

Anakin gasped, “Master! We have to save him!”

“Hold on now, Anakin- He seems perfectly safe at this point and we were here for the Chancellor remember?”

“You won’t be leaving here with the Chancellor or the child.” Dooku sneered. “I can sense the force potential- and I am in want of a new apprentice.”

“Over my dead body,” Anakin snarled.

“That can be arranged.”

“Hey Luke-” the Mandalorian said into the comm as the three swordsman began circling one another “-it looks like two of the Jedi are attacking the other- do you want me to get involved?”

“...Din, by any chance, are any of the laser swords red?”

“Yeah, the fanciest dressed one has a red lightsaber, the other guys are blue. Does it matter?”

“...Red lightsaber means not Jedi. I- hold on, I think I see you!”

The three combatants jumped apart again, looking up at the slight comm echo to the sound of footsteps and the absolutely blinding force presence of the approaching Jedi.

Had he never learned shielding? Obi-Wan thought hysterically. “Or was he just so powerful that he never bothered restraining himself?”

He tried to exchange a glance with Anakin, but his padawan was too focused on straining to see the incoming Master force user of some kind- light, but not necessarily Jedi. He instead looked over at Dooku, shrugging in confusion. Dooku grimaced back at him in solidarity.

The being finally entered. He was- significantly taller and less green than Obi-Wan was expecting, but still probably shorter than anyone else in the room.

“Din- are you two alright?” The soft-faced man asked in a remarkably gently voice, appearance somewhat at odds with the overbearing power he exuded.

“We’re fine, Luke but look! More Jedi!” He gestured below.

Luke peered over the balcony, eyes growing wide as they passed over the faces of everyone below. “hoLY KRIFF!” He shouted.

The ship shuddered and Obi-Wan glanced nervously out the view ports, suddenly remembered that the damaged ship only had so long before it fell out of orbit.

“Do you know them?” Din asked.

“Do I- for fuck’s sake Din, I love you but I have literally shown you holopics of my father before.” Luke whispered furiously. The room unfortunately was utterly quiet and remarkably acoustic, meaning his words carried easily to the listeners below.

“FATHER!” Anakin yelled, causing Luke to wince, slapping a gloved hand to his face.

“FATHER!” He repeated loudly, head ping-ponging between Obi-Wan and Dooku as if trying to find a resemblance, before gasping to stare at the Chancellor, before gasping again to squint at Obi-Wan.

“DOES EVERYONE HAVE A SECRET FAMILY!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Oh for force sake- I do not have a secret son. Honestly, Anakin, he’s clearly in his 20s, be reasonable. His birth would however fit into the timeline of Dooku’s withdraw from the order.” Obi-Wan said, raising a brow.

Dooku puffed out his chest, “I did not fail to meet the Code, like so many of the pathetic masses. Before I left the Order I followed the rules precisely. When my disagreements grew too great, and my attempt for structured reform were repeatedly rejected, I left for ethical reasons, not personal ones. I looked at the code and decided it was failing the Jedi.”

He smirked and lifted his chin at the chancellor, who was watching the proceedings with an inscrutable expression, “My, my Chancellor, this is an interesting surprise.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “We’re not idiots, Dooku. Obviously the boy’s parents were force sensitive, look at him.”

Dooku’s smirk grew wider.

“This is absurd! Again!” Obi-Wan threw up his arms and lifted his head to address the dark-robed young human, “Hello there, Luke, was it?”

“Uh, yes. I’m Luke.” The powerhouse responded nervously.

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi-”

“Yes, I know who you are.” Luke responded drily.

Anakin gasped.

“He is not my son.” Obi-Wan muttered.

“I’m not Obi-Wan’s son.” Luke called down cheerfully.

“Oh.” Anakin slouched, oddly disappointed. He liked this guy for some reason, felt- connected to him. Maybe it was the dark robes, or the force signature that nearly rivaled his own (though it was somewhat lighter), or even the gloved hand that he suspected was mechanical. If he was Obi-Wan’s son than that would make him practically his brother! The Chancellor might be neat but Dooku...ugh.

“Would you be so kind as to tell us whose son you are? I realize its none of my business but you’ve peaked our curiosity. And then afterwards, regardless of your parentage, we would not mind help in rescuing the Chancellor of the Republic from this slowly crashing ship.”

“Right. Right.” Luke nodded. “Would you give me a second?”

He pressed his head to the side of Din’s helmet and started whispering rapidly, to quiet for anyone else to hear.

The group below exchanged glances, beginning to tense up again. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian nodded and spoke, “Let’s do it. I trust your judgement.” Luke grinned and returned to the edge of the balcony.

“Ok, I can help with the first, but not the second.”

“Perfectly understandable.” Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin bristled. “So Dooku is your father.”

Luke smiled at Anakin. “No. You are my father.”

Anakin blinked as Obi-Wan’s face twisted in confusion. “No...” he said slowly. “No, that’s not true. That’s impossible.”

Luke’s smile grew wider, “Search your feelings,” he said urgently, with the full weight of his force presence screaming honesty with every word, “You know it to be true.”

Anakin gasped as he reached out into the force to find...his son. Impossible, but true. The ground trembled, either with the immensity of the realization, or catastrophic engine failure.

“No.” Obi-Wan said clearly to Luke on the balcony.

“No.” He repeated firmly, snapping a finger in Anakin’s face to try and break him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “It’s not true.” He said to the room in general, incredulous it even needed to be said.

Dooku began slowly backing away. The confrontation was rapidly spinning out of his or his Master’s control; he had only stayed this long to indulge vain curiosity. Regardless if the boy was insane, lying, or a time-traveler, he was clearly powerful. The ship’s orbit was gradually decaying and with any luck he could use his dead man’s switch to speed up the crash as he departed, neatly killing everyone who could stand against him in one stroke.

“Anakin,” the lunatic on the balcony continued, “You can destroy the emperor. He has forseen this. It is your destiny! Join me, and together-”

Din cleared his throat.

Luke stopped and smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry! Sorry. Got a little...carried away there.” He coughed awkwardly into his fist.

“Anyway- yeah. I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m from the future, I guess we... time-traveled accidentally somehow? I uh- was kind-of quoting something you said to me once and you kept going along with it and... yeah, definitely got carried away. Sorry, I really don’t know how we got here but, weird stuff happens around me- one time I was on Yavin IV and these ghosts started- anyway. Long story. Surprise!”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...I might believe you’re Anakin’s son.”

Dooku had nearly reached a side door when his treacherous Master called out- “Anakin! Master Kenobi! Dooku- he’s getting away.”

Skywalker’s- Anakin Skywalker’s- attention snapped over to the Count and with a outstretched arm, he crumpled the steel door, throwing a beam across it for good measure. The ship moaned alarmingly and several more red lights began blinking at the navigation panel, unnoticed by anyone.

“Luke- son- I don’t know what Emperor you’re talking about, but help us defeat Count Dooku and save Chancellor Palpatine! After that- after that I’m happy to, um, join you? And meet your... husband? And padawan? Sorry, we were kind-of in the middle of something...”

“Wow. Ok. I’m not sure if-” Luke started to respond before being interrupted by the Mandalorian.

“Wait, Dooku! I know that name!” Din said suddenly. “The covert hated him! He was the evil Sif Emperor you defeated, right?”

“...Sith Emperor. Din, darling and light of my life, as always, your grasp of history and recent current events never fails to amaze me.” Luke sighed.

“You must stop him, before he becomes Emperor,” Palpatine shouted desperately.

Luke sighed again, more heavily. “Fine. FINE! Kriff the timeline, I didn’t ask to be born anyway. Din- go help capture...Emperor Dooku. Grogu- Pod. I’ll go- free the Chancellor.” The floor beneath them gave a lurch. “Before this ship breaks apart. Go!”

Luke and Din jumped off the balcony as a shiny metal pod with a transparisteel view screen closed around Grogu, hovering between them, well off easy reach of the ground.

Din landed between Obi-Wan and Anakin, helmet turning to face each of them in turn, “...I’ll follow your lead.” He finally said, arming his weapons.

Obi-Wan grinned fiercely, “Excellent, Anakin, stay with me.”

“I was just about to say the same thing.”

“Mando, you- Is that the DARKSABER- ARE Yoouu- ugh you know what, I will ask after the fight. I will ask after the fight. How did the Mand'alor- NEVERMIND. Let’s just- FORCE I have so many questions-”

“No time, Master!”

And the battle began.

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