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r-2-peepoo · 1 year

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The disaster family at Disneyland:

Obi Wan: organises an absolutely immaculate itinerary planning the day from start to finish down to the last second. He has meticulously calculated and timed every single ride people want to go on in order to anticipate when the lines will be the shortest, and has accommodated every single one of the parks everyone wants to visit.

Anakin: immediately runs off as soon as they get in, destroying all of Obi Wan’s plans.

Ahsoka: follows him but feels bad about it later and comes back to find Obi Wan. She forces him to wear matching Minnie Mouse ears with her which doesn’t actually take much convincing. They both look adorable in them.

Rex: looks apologetic about the desertion and will claim he wants to go off to find them and bring them back but will get distracted and inevitably dragged onto rides by Anakin. He doesn’t like rollercoasters (cue flashbacks of every time Anakin has crashed a ship or used the force to throw him) but it’s too late because he’s already in line and Anakin is very persuasive.

Cody: helped Obi Wan plan everything and can see how stressed he is so he goes to find them all and actually brings them back. Ahsoka comes back on her own though because she knows Anakin is a bad influence. Cody also particularly enjoys the parades and is trying to come up with a good excuse to hold Obi Wan’s hand throughout the day. He’ll claim it’s so they don’t get separated but no one believes that, not even him, but they’re all too scared to challenge him on it.

Padmé: An absolute adrenaline junkie. If the ride moves slowly, she’s not interested. She was fine with It’s A Small World the first thirteen times Luke made her go on it because she will gladly make sacrifices for her children but it’s getting to be too much. She longs for the rides that move so fast it feels like her head might be detached from her body. That’s what she came here for.

Luke: Wants to meet all the Princesses and is adorable doing it too. He’s scared of Mickey Mouse though and I do not blame him. That mouse is evil. He can feel it in the force.

Leia: Stays by Obi Wan’s side the entire day. She knows she’s too small for a lot of the rides, but she respects how organised he is. Refuses to let go of his hand. When she gets tired, she rides on Cody’s shoulders. She’s also able to convince absolutely anyone to buy her anything she wants from the gift shops. It doesn’t matter how expensive the thing is. She gets her persuasive abilities from her father (and Obi Wan has also been teaching her to negotiate a little too) who as it turns out is actually the weakest when it comes to saying no to her. Anakin is the biggest girl-dad and that is canon.

Fives: Points out at one point they’re in one of the parks that seems to sell merchandise with them on it. There are droids literally everywhere as well as people in very familiar costumes but no one notices. No one can see past the fourth wall except him. Once more, Fives knows the truth and is ignored. He gives up and gets a picture taken with the Darth Vader they have in the park and texts it directly to Anakin and says “look familiar?”. The reply he gets is just “is that Black Panther?” Fives sighs. Anakin has the wrong franchise and he doesn’t even know, he thinks to himself. Fives has achieved full enlightenment and self-awareness. The idea that he is a fictional character should scare him, but it doesn’t. It’s actually way less pressure because then his terrible life choices aren’t actually on him. He didn’t write them. He claims no responsibility.

Echo: kidnapped by Mickey Mouse. Luke’s instincts were correct. The mouse cannot be trusted. Echo will not be recovered until season 7 where they come back with The Bad Batch. For now he will remain lost in Magic Kingdom until he is either rescued or becomes part of the park.

#disaster family #disaster lineage #star wars #star wars prequels #clone wars #captain rex #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa #Codywan #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #domino twins

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phoenixkaptain · 1 year

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It’s very funny to read extended lore Star Wars, canon or Legends’, because Leia and Darth Vader are both very similar, at least to deal with.

It’s like, Leia’s plans and Vader’s plans are so similar! “Okay, step one: we draw all of the fire to me. Step two: attack from the sides. Optional step three, if step two doesn’t work: jump on in again.”

The biggest difference is that Leia does not actually want to kill anybody who’s unarmed, like civilians and prisoners, while Vader has already killed the civilians and prisoners while everyone else was thinking about if they should or not. But even in that way, they are similar, if only because both of them are fucking insane and stubborn as fuck. Leia is like “If I die, I will die not killing someone, sucker. Just try to stop me.” Vader is like “On the off chance I die, I will die killing someone. Can’t believe you thought you could stop me.”

My favourite part of Star Wars is posthumously making Leia and Vader act similar. They are both stonecold and accept no criticism and it is very funny that Leia is the Anakin of the group.

Luke, over there in the corner, is the Obi-Wan of the group. He is painfully optimistic, annoyingly optimistic, he the type of person to land a crashed ship and say “another happy landing.” I don’t know how to explain this any better, Obi-Wan and Luke are twinsies, okay, in being optimistic despite the fact that there is a dagger to their throat.

Han is the Padme of the group. No explanation necessary.

I know knee-jerk reaction is to tell me I’m seeing what I want to be there, but on the other hand! Luke and Leia, especially in later comics, are portrayed very often cloaked in darkness. As in, their faces are shadowed and they don’t often step into the light, which is a clear indication that the writers are going “look! Look these are Vader’s kids! Vader’s kids! Look!” which I approve of tenfold and think we should do in all modern media-

Leia specifically though let’s her anger get the best of her rather often actually. Is the best plan really to try and take the guy (who decided to storm a heavily guarded prison and kill all of the prisoners) hostage? No! No that is not the best plan! But, he specifically says he wants Leia to kill him and that the war against the Empire will be lost if Leia had any humanity and Leia takes that as a challenge! at this point, she lets him live out of spite!

The only thing that distracts Leia from her anger is her friends being in trouble. She’s lucky she’s hanging around Luke Skywalker, honestly, or her anger would’ve taken hold of her ten chapters ago and never let her go. If Luke was a bit less of a damsel, Leia would never be distracted, it’s a symbiotic relationship-

Leia is supposed to be like Anakin. By which, I of course mean that Anakin is supposed to be like Leia. And I think they didn’t really have a choice, when it came to characterizing Anakin, but to make him more like Leia.

If they made Anakin act like Luke, Anakin would not have fallen to the Dark Side. This is for one primary reason: Luke slips and slides his way all across the galaxy except for the place where the fighting is actually actively taking place. If Anakin was like Luke, he would’ve gotten lost fifty times during the Clone Wars, inadvertently freed a LOT of people, and been late to all the events he had to witness in order to break.

He would have been late to Mustafar, okay? Obi-Wan and Padme would’ve been standing there for hours, waiting for him to show up. Then, Padme would get fed up and comm him like “Where are you, Ani? I’ve been on Mustafar-“ and he’d be like “Mustafar? Why are you on Mustafar? I’m over in Corellia. Crazy story! Palpatine told me to go murder some younglings, so I tried to do that, but I got distracted when I noticed some ducks that needed help crossing the street. But then, this big Rodian showed up and- well, long story short, the Jedi temple was empty when I got there, but I figured I should probably try and keep this gold pendant out of anyone’s hands-“ “What?” “-so after I spoke to you, I started getting ready to go to Mustafar, you know, to throw it into the lava, but my accelerator exploded and I tailspun my way out until I happened across a pirate ship-“

And it would just continue like that! Luke’s luck is either horrendous or tremendous, no matter how you look at it! That, or the Force is trying to cover his eyes because it doesn’t want its BABY to see anything BAD.

Anakin couldn’t be like Luke. The only choice was to make him more like Leia. More hot-tempered and more the type of person to walk into a firefight with little to no backup. Therefore, Anakin was made like Leia, and Leia, in return, in extraneous fiction, is made more like Anakin and I enjoy it a lot.

Also, my favourite part of the comic so far is: “How are we going to escape [the ship that we are currently destroying and that is floating in lava, Vader]?”

“By leaving the ship.”

Thank YOU, Anakin, your tactician’s brain never rests.

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treescape · 2 years

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Spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi episode 6, Rated T, ~600 words, below the cut.

This is a fix-it fic that picks up and goes AU when Vader tries to bury Obi-Wan and things...go a little wrong for him. Or maybe they go right.

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When Obi-Wan comes to, he feels the sharp jut of broken earth beneath his aching limbs and the suffocating press of stone just inches above and thinks: Oh. I do believe I’ve been buried alive. How inconvenient. The rest comes more slowly.

Jabiim. The desperate flight, and the agonizing clash, and then—

—a dark twisting of the Force, like nausea seeping in. Stone surging beneath his feet and light in his veins as he reaches for a hold, and then—

Cataclysm, and darkness.

He feels Vader in the same instant he hears the breathing, discordant and cracked, a presence so familiar and foreign his heart can hardly make sense of it. There’s a shuddering inhale, an untold stretch of seconds, and then an exhale that’s all fractured pieces.

Obi-Wan tenses instinctively, muscles stinging at the pull, fingers cracking as they tighten around the lightsaber still miraculously in his hand. He hurts everywhere, like—well, like someone has dropped him thirty paces and entombed him with an avalanche of stone. Sweat stings in cuts on his face, his hands, through rents in his clothing.

Slowly, painstakingly, he rolls to his stomach in a clatter of gravel, waits through a count of held breaths, and then laboriously, unthinkingly, instinctively, he drags himself forward, stone scraping above and below, until his touch find durasteel and armorweave.

There’s no light, except for feeble flickers of red and green that reveal nothing, but through touch and the Force, Obi-Wan can tell that Vader’s suit has been pierced. The smoothness of his helmet is cracked, his respirator pierced, and for a moment— an awful, terrible, breathless moment—Obi-Wan is back on Mustafar.

Vader lies helpless and broken before him, and Obi-Wan is faced with a decision he should never have had to make even once.

A shivering inhale, Vader’s suit fighting to sustain him around the damage, and then there’s fingers tight around his arm, grip heavy beneath iron-strong gauntlets.

“Is this—am I dreaming again, Master?”

The voice is nothing Obi-Wan has ever heard before, a patchwork of man and machine, flickering piecemeal from one to the other.

For entire, aching syllables, it’s a voice he remembers every moment of every day and every night—in every breath, in every dream, deep within his blood.

“Anakin—” he says, the name harsh around dust and dirt and heartbreak, and then stops, because he hardly recognizes his own voice. It’s as fractured as that of the man who lies sprawled next to him.

“I always dream of you, Master,” that broken voice slurs, catching here on Anakin’s voce, there on Vader’s. “You always tell me I can still come back. You always forgive me.”

“Anakin–” Obi-Wan says again, the entirety of his vocabulary reduced to that single word, those three syllables that once made up his entire world.

Those three syllables that still do.

“And then I wake and know it’s a lie.”

Obi-Wan presses his eyes closed, tight, even though it makes next to no difference. The bitterness in that voice, the bleakness, something so far beyond broken—

“No,” he finds himself saying, desperate and sharp. “No, Anakin. You can. You can come back to me, Anakin, you can always—you can always come back.”

For a long minute, there’s no answer. Then, a slow exhale.

It sounds like a sigh.

“Are you going to disappear again when I wake up?” Anakin manages, and Obi-Wan feels his eyelids lift, reaches up with a hand—steady, firm, somehow, inexplicably, impossibly not trembling—and smoothes fingers over the broken mask until he can feel skin, scarred and warm beneath.

“Not if you want me to stay,” Obi-Wan says, and he means to hold on to that promise no matter what faces him in the next moments, or weeks, or years, no matter who faces him once the confusion has passed. “Never again, Anakin, so long as you want me to stay.”

This time, Anakin’s exhale sounds like relief.

#star wars fanfic #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi spoilers #obikin #vaderwan #trees writes #this is rough and barely edited but i just need to get words out #i'm probably going to write a few tumblr ficlets over the next little while to do that

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steves-on-a-plane · 2 years

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Across Our Great Divide, There is a Glorious Sunrise

Words: 1580 Cast of Characters: Obi-Wan x Reader Summary: Reader was a Knight at the Jedi Temple who managed to survive order 66. After years in hiding they’ve decided they are tired of hiding. Reader sets out to find more Jedi and stumbles across someone they’d never thought they’d see again.

This has to end. You hissed as you pulled on the yoke of your X-wing. Ever since the Clone Wars had ended, you’d been hopping from outer rim planet to outer rim planet trying to keep the Empire and Anakin…Darth Vader at bay. There were rumors, whispers only, that other Jedi had survived what was being called Order 66. An order given by the Emperor himself. With the majority of Jedi cut down in cold blood, all you could do was keep alive the hope that the rumors were true. Surely someone from the high council should have survived at least.

Your next destination, according to the force, was Dagobah. To the untrained eye, Dagobah wasn’t much of a place to call home. It was essentially an overgrown swampy planet covered almost entirely in lakes and lagoons. The planet also had it’s fill of dragon snakes, butcherbugs and a whole host of undesirable creatures. To your knowledge, Dagobah was also a planet with no civilized life forms. Though as Master Windu often reminded you, civilized was a relative term.

So to Dagobah you went and it was there that you found Master Yoda. While no one’s quarters at the temple had been the peak of luxury they were at the very least comfortable. It saddened you to see Master Yoda living in what was almost literally a hole in the ground. A small mud hut nestled between the gnarled roots of a tree, whose species you didn’t know.

“Surprised you found me I am not.” Yoda said as he tutted about preparing dinner for the two of you. “Attune to the living force you always have been.”

“I knew I couldn’t be the only one left.” You told him. “I was hiding for a long time, longer than I’m proud to admit. I’m tired of waiting. It’s been ten years, Master Yoda. Someone has to stand up to the Empire.”

“More time is needed [Y/N].” Yoda disagreed. “Underestimated the Emperor before the jedi did. Make the same mistake again, we must not.”

“I’m sorry, Master Yoda, I don’t mean to be impatient but…”

“For meditation and reflection, I came to Dagobah.” Yoda interrupted you. “If something more you seek, to Tatooine you should go.”

“Tatooine?” You repeated. “I’ve never been but it’s not far from here.” You mapped out a crude course in your mind. Tatooine was an outer rim planet much like Dagobah and in nearly the same sector of space. You could easily make a trip to Tatooine in a day or two. “What’s on Tatooine?” You asked as Yoda placed a bowl of stew in front of you.

“Not what,” Yoda shook his head. “But who.”

“You know of another Jedi that survived?” a feeling of guilt began to take hold of you. All this time you’d been hiding and waiting for someone else to find you and tell you what to do. You couldn’t help feeling you should have been doing more from the start.

“Sense your guilt I can.” Yoda said, pulling you from your thoughts. “Go to Tatooine you must.”

You and Yoda ate your diner in mostly silence. When you were finished, he offered you a warm dry place to rest your head. When the sun rose again on Dagobah you packed your things and thanked Master Yoda for his hospitality.

“See each other again I believe we will.” Yoda told you with confidence.

“I hope that you’re right.” You told him with a sad smile. “Are you going to at least tell me who survives on Tatooine?”

“Tell you I will not.” He answered firmly. “Risk others finding out we cannot.”

Even on a backwater planet like Tatooine a flashy fighter like an X-wing might garner some attention. Slightly out of your way, you overpaid to store your ship at a dock on a more inhabited planet. This gave you the freedom to board a commercial vessel under one of your many aliases. With no leads and hardly any information you walked the dusty streets of Mos Eisley, the major spaceport of Tatooine.

The only positive thing about traveling to a place like Tatooine, people often avoided asking questions. The scavengers, smugglers and various ne’er-do-wells that occupied the spaceport were more concerned with their own illegal activities to worry about the others around them. You drew your cloak over your face as dust swirled up the alley you were standing in. You studied the weathered clothing of the beings that passed you by. One thing was certain, you were farther from Coruscant than you’d ever been before.

You closed your eyes and tried to feel with The Force. A typical pupil of the Jedi Temple may be surprised to discover an outer rim dessert planet could have such life thriving within it. You were not the typical temple student. Your praise from Master Yoda had been heard earned. You’d built a strong relationship with the living Force during your studies. Just as every being had their own voice, tone, and dialect their signature in the Force was similarly identifiable.

You could say with certainty there was no Jedi signature at the Mos Eisley spaceport. Your search would have to continue elsewhere. You hadn’t expected your mission to be easy. If who you were seeking was another skilled Master like Yoda, they would have taken great care to conceal themselves. You rented a landspeeder at a price you knew to be a significant mark up. The credits were of no consequence to you.

A large span of dunes separated Mos Eisley from the next closest settlement, Anchorhead. But even as you intended to head for that settlement you felt yourself being pulled in another direction. So with the Force as your guide, you drove the speeder through uncharted dessert passing moisture farms and small settlements as you went. Again your human instincts were telling you to turn back. That there was nothing but danger ahead. The force continued to guide you forward to an area known by the Tatooinians as the Jundland Wastes.

The Jundland Wastes were a series of valleys buried under tall stone cliffsides. It was unbearably hot and dry. Hardly a living being in sight, none if you excluded the womp rats that scurried away with the first sound of the landspeeder’s repulsors nearing. You worried that for the first time you may not have heard the true will of the Force.

Until you saw it. The small stone hut with the dome roof had been built on a flat solid patch of rock. This was the place; you knew it on sight. This hut felt like home. It didn’t remind you of Coruscant where you lived most of your life. The temple on Coruscant brought up feelings of education, restraint, responsibility. This residence gave you more the feeling of home the way you imagined a family would come to think of one; Safe. Cozy. Familiar.

You knew just who was hiding on Tatooine and you’d never be able to thank the Force enough for bringing him back to you. It was an agonizing the speeder ride from the time you could visualize the hut in the distance to the point in the sand where it would be close enough to walk to the front door. You didn’t even need to make it to the door.

He was standing outside. The years away, or at least the reason behind them, had aged him harsher than you’d expected. His face was already showing worry lines and signs of wrinkles. His beard and mustache were streaked with grey hairs. The hair atop his head was longer than you’d seen it in some time, nearly shoulder length now. But his eyes, His blue eye sparked brighter than any of city lights of Coruscant.

“It’s about time, I was beginning to worry that you’d never come.” He remarked. You couldn’t speak. In all your time apart, all the time you’d spent hiding yourself or searching for other Jedi you hadn’t once even dared to hope that Obi-Wan might be among the surviving Jedi. He’d meant too much to you that the loss would have been too much to bear. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments, but hell, you were breaking all the rules now anyway.

You jumped from the landspeeder not even bothering to power it down. You let your cloak fall to the sand as you ran. There was no need for formalities or pretense with Obi-Wan. You tossed yourself at him, which took him completely by surprise. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around you and held you close as you hit the sand. He cradled you, softening the blow to the ground.

“Do you have any idea,” You panted when you’d finished tumbling. “How hard it was to find you?”

“No.” He confessed. “But I’m very glad you did.”

His arms were still wrapped around you, as if he weren’t quite sure you were real. It was possible you could be a mirage or some phantom of the force. He banished both ideas because he couldn’t just see you, he could feel you. He brushed a piece of wind-swept hair out of your face. Your cheeks flushed at the touch.

“Master Yoda said someone was coming and to be ready. I wanted it so badly to be you.” He confessed. Before you could ask how Obi-Wan had communicated with Yoda, who was lightyears away, you found yourself breathless again as Obi-Wan kissed you.

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notallthosewho-wanderarelost · 2 years

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I read two Obi-Wan books in the run up to the Kenobi series premiere, and I keep waffling on whether I should write up a review on them or not, because I loved one and hated the other. Kenobi, by John Jackson Miller, which was one of the latest EU/Legends novels, and the new Star Wars: Brotherhood by Mike Chen, just released last month.

Kenobi is set when Obi-Wan first goes into hiding on Tatooine after giving baby Luke to Owen and Beru. It’s about 70% moisture farmer and Sand People drama, with the other 30% comprising Obi-Wan’s struggle to adjust to being in hiding- he tries to stay out of the moisture farmer drama but just can’t help getting involved to help people- and how extremely terrible he is at staying undercover. (Among other things, he meditates out loud and at one point gets overheard by a 15-year-old girl eavesdropping on him.) Also all the female characters have a crush on him- seems pretty legit. I loved this book a lot, even though a bunch of Tatooine OCs got more of the pagetime than Obi-Wan himself did. It was a really good story and the fact that it was smaller scale felt right for it. I love getting to see more about civilian life in Star Wars, and the ending to the whole civilian drama plotline had some surprisingly great thematic parallels with Vader. The Sand People getting more development was also great, even if it wasn’t completely unproblematic. This book also has Obi-Wan find out about Anakin’s murder rampage on the Sand People tribe in AotC, which was interesting, and the whole story is framed by a Sand People myth about the two suns that parallels Obi-Wan and Anakin’s story. Oh, and the book starts off with Obi-Wan landing on planet and almost immediately getting into a bar fight while holding baby Luke. A+.

In contrast, I hated Brotherhood by Mike Chen. It had all my least favorite Star Wars fandom takes, made canon. Even though existing canon actively shows that they’re not true!!! The Jedi don’t feel emotion, check, Mace hates Anakin, check, Qui-Gon was super perfect and him living and training Anakin would have been the solution to everything that went wrong, check. I’m so tired of these takes. There might be an element of Anakin being an unreliable narrator for some of those, but if so, it’s not well conveyed, to the point where I didn’t even consider it until I read a review of book. The writing comes off as mostly supporting what Anakin says. The other thing I couldn’t stand about this book is that it’s supposedly about how Obi-Wan and Anakin became brothers (it’s set at the beginning of the Clone Wars and starts with Anakin’s knighting) but it also establishes that for the past 10+ years of Anakin’s apprenticeship, they fought constantly. This book wants me to believe that after 10 years of fighting, they became as close as they were only during the war??? That apparently Obi-Wan literally raising Anakin from the age of 9 didn’t result in them bonding at all?? What????? And then the big reconciliation that is the start of Obi-Wan and Anakin’s relationship as brothers and as The Team....... is Obi-Wan realizing that Qui-Gon trusted Anakin, so he should too. It’s not anything to do with Anakin himself or Obi-Wan’s relationship with him, it’s just about Qui-Gon. I have no words.

The Sand People massacre is coincidentally also brought up in this book. Anakin actually tells Palpatine about it, hoping for validation of his feelings of anger, and of course Palpatine not only gives him that, but says he was right to do it and describes it as “justice”. Which is then followed up by Palpatine confirming that... no, the Jedi don’t feel emotions like normal people, and yes, Mace unfairly hates Anakin. Again, if this was supposed to be unreliable narration by Anakin, that’d be one thing, but the only thing the narrative actually calls Anakin out on is his prejudice against Neimoidians. As it stands, the narrative pretty much acts like Palpatine was right in this conversation, which is a big No-No for me. It’s either extremely poorly written Anakin-as-an-unreliable-narrator, or just canonizing Very Bad Takes. Also, the way this books acts like Jedi are bad and compassionless and Anakin is a super special snowflake for feeling emotions, unlike them? It misses the point very badly. The whole point is that Anakin was a great Jedi. That’s what makes his fall so tragic. Because Palpatine’s insane talent at manipulation and grooming aside, Anakin knew better, he knew right from from wrong, and he fell anyway. He made the wrong choice at a crucial time because of his fear, and that choice doomed him, his loved ones, and the galaxy.

Where Brotherhood shines, in my opinion, is in its supporting characters. There are 2 OCs who I really grew to love. The first is Mill Alibeth, a Zabrak Jedi Initiate (about 10 years old) who Anakin winds up bonding with, whose problem is that she can’t deal with how strongly she feels emotions through The Force- a problem that is a lot worse for her with the war breaking out. The second is Ruug Quarnom, a former Black Ops Neimoidian guard who becomes an ally of Obi-Wan’s as he investigates a mysterious bombing of a civilian sector on Cato Neimoidia. Obi-Wan’s plotline of solving the mystery behind the bombing is very interesting, and the only reason I actually kept reading the book. The development of the Neimoidian people was also great.

I also enjoyed a scene featuring the return of Dex early on in the story, and this book has a very cute Anidala date, even though it leans too heavily into the “Anakin is selfish” aspect of his personality in his choice of date spot for my taste. (Yes, he’s nascent Darth Vader, but that shouldn’t be coming out so strongly. There’s no point in his fall if he was never actually good.) This book also gets bonus points for recanonizing Obi-Wan’s Ben alias as having been a nickname Satine used for him (which was previously canonized in Kenobi and made me very happy), and for mentioning Anakin meeting Cal Kestis from Jedi: Fallen Order. Siri Tachi is also briefly mentioned! I’m not sure if this is her first appearance in Disney canon, but either way, she has a quick appearance in this book so she does exist in the new canon. Sister the trans clone from EK Johnston’s Queen’s Hope makes an appearance in this book too. Also, points for bringing in the furnace heart metaphor for Anakin from the RotS novelization, and tying it to a story Shmi used to tell Anakin.

This was mostly just incoherent rambling and I’m fully aware of that; if anyone wants an actual coherent book review for either book just let me know.

#it’s been like a month and I’m still thinking about both #kenobi was so so good #brotherhood is mostly on my mind as having wasted potential #i loved mill and ruug a lot though #kenobi novel #sw brotherhood #obi wan kenobi #a rare text post appears #sw books #sw #my stuff #also this was meant to be very off the cuff and informal so I glossed over a lot of things (like the sand people development in kenobi)#(it was interesting but also still problematic; I just wasn’t going to get into it here)#(ditto for the factors going into anakin’s fall- I have FEELINGS about that but this isn’t the place for them)

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hunters-heathen · 2 years

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how did you feel about the obi wan kenobi finale!!!! id love to hear ur thoughts

Let me tell you, it’s been several days (I think? Time isn’t real) and I still can’t even begin to compose my thoughts into something articulate

So instead I leave you with how I felt the entire time while watching:

Okay I lied here’s a chaotic list

Vader Vader Vader Vader Vader supremacy 🧎🏻‍♀️

I lost my marbles when Ben did his ~pose~

ThEn YoU WiLl dIe (plz just tear my heart out miss Chow)

^ he threw his whole Vadussy into that fight fr

Can we talk about how despite knowing they both live I was literally so tense the entire duel

BERU SUPREMACY she pulled out those guns and Owen said 😳 lmfaooo as you should king, she’s the top fr

^ I have a weird thing for the slight roughness/gravel in Owen’s voice though bye-

Also no freaking high ground comment??? Bye pt. 2

Vader literally getting pummeled with rocks I-

Vader wheezing

The way Anakin shown through and his face was lit with blue but then Vader came back & it was red

^ adding onto that I saw someone say how Ben had to watch his eyes turn Sith all over again and now I’m crying

^ adding onto that x2: saw comparisons about how Ahsoka opened the right, Ben opened the left, but only Luke could lift the helmet off completely and I have not stopped thinking about that since

I am not your failure, Obi-Wan

^ that’s it that’s the tweet

Then my friend is truly dead 🥲🥲🥲

Leia and Ben reunion 🥲 also I’m tired of him calling himself old / other ppl calling him that lmao (smash)

^ btw I LOVE Alderaan I wanna live there okay

I just think… I miss Padmé Amidala so much (Ben compared Leia to her parents and a homie was ~sobbing~)

Lowkey I wanted a Padmé grave visit by Vader but okay-

Also wish there were more clone wars flashbacks maybe? But I’m not one to complain, the duel flashback was far beyond what I expected ✨ plus perhaps we will get clone wars flashbacks in Ahsoka (this is really Hayden’s year, go king)

I lowkey wish Reva did have a villain arc of some sort but I’m glad they didn’t just kill her off. Mayhaps a spin-off is in order

^ on that note I’d also love to have a Vader spinoff. Or two. Or five thousand. There’s so much to do with him

Qui-Gon FREAKING JINN 🗣 love him but also all I could think about was the bts pics of Liam Neeson dressed as Qui-Gon under that umbrella lmao bye

Oh- THE BOYS HOLDING HANDS WHILE DUELING- 🗣🤌🏼

I like how Ben’s outfit at the end was like one of the ones from the comics

HELLO THERE

There’s been a lot of talk about Ben & Anakin being dyads bc of what was presented in the show and lowkey I’d be here for it

^ I think it’s an amazing and fascinating concept that wasn’t super properly touched on in the sequels so it’d be neat to see it again somewhere else as well

Ummm all I have to say in conclusion is that this show tore my heart out SO much and I literally cannot believe it’s already over. Hayden was incredible, Ewan was incredible, Vivian and Moses were incredible, ugh- I’m in love. Some shows I watch and then I’m like ‘okay I don’t think I need to revisit this’ but I’ve already watched the finale like 5 times (literally even just as background while I’m reading or something) so I’ll definitely be revisiting it

Some things could’ve been executed better, mostly the pacing and also some of the action scenes (let’s be real the Leia chase was ridiculous fkfkfk) but overall it’s been a wonderful ride and I really really am hoping for a season two or something of the sort. I’m simply not ready to let Ben go yet ✨

^^^^^ I know I have so much more to say but literally my head is so chaotic rn so this is all you’re getting 💀

#i am SO sorry this is terribly long #ezra time!!#kenzie answers #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi

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fateviled ➤ {padme}

only stubbornness keeps the tears from falling. she can feel the burn of them in her gaze, throat tight and breath shaky, but she keeps her chin up and her mouth drawn in a thin line. ❝ except there’s no doing anything again, and we must live with our mistakes. ❞ as the words press out less than kindly, she finds a bitter smile pulling at her lips. living with her mistakes? goddess, IT WAS A MIRACLE SHE LIVED AT ALL. she lacks warmth as she regards him, burrowing deep within herself to find that steel that had allowed her to survive being queen, being senator, now a rebel. a strength she had found lacking more and more when her heart was so fully intertwined with anakin skywalker. but here, her heart has detached from her will. after all, is this man the same one she had loved so fully?

i don’t know you anymore. she had spoken in the final hours of her previous life, and that horror has not fully left her. still, too much of him is unrecognizable. the scars that mar his face are parts of a man that she had given her entire heart to, the gloved hand that curls around her own, no longer flesh and bone. and, oh, her own grief is stifling as she forces herself to keep her gaze steady though everything inside of her begs to look away. (SHE CANNOT TRUST HIM; SHE CANNOT TRUST HER HEART.) ❝ you could not have loved me better. because you loved me wrong, anakin. ❞ they are awful words to admit, and the burn as they bleed out of her, but what was left now? she was. left to carry on by herself, their children and their hope. a dead woman not quite dead yet. but it was what the galaxy needed to believe, so that they might be safe. safe from him. ❝ you sacrificed the lives of billions for us. you betrayed everything, knowing what i stood for. how can you call that love? ❞

vader felt his throat constrict. his already labored breathing grew shallow, harsh droid-like vents escaping him. this conversation was a farce, a WEAKNESS in its purest form. they’d kidnapped the queen of the rebellion only for vader to buckle beneath the overwhelming love anakin skywalker had for the woman who had once… who was his wife. even if they were opposed, their marriage still stood in some taxidermied form.

he should kill her. HE SHOULD KILL HER. but he can’t even bring himself to lift his free hand while holding her’s. every squatted out ounce of compassion seemed to rise up like bile in his throat. or like a song. obi-wan probably would have called it a song… even telling him all of the last things that he wanted to hear, padme’s voice still sounded like the most gorgeous melody. if he closed his eyes, he could pretend that they were still in a meadow on naboo. youthful innocence and love could bind them in his mind’s eye.

waking up as he was now, he thought he had lost her forever. yet, here she was. alive. alive and seated like a portrait, as if vader had to be worried that he’d smudge paint if he touched her cheek. palpatine had told him she was dead. did he simply not know or had he LIED? anakin skywalker would never believe that the emperor could lie, especially to him… but vader had grown from the twenty-two year old jedi who thought he was a chosen one.

“how can ANY LOVE be WRONG?” he asked, voice cutting between his shaking, true voice, burned vocal cords strained and his synthesizer’s deep baritone, “i saw you die, angel… what else was i supposed to do?” anakin might have flinched as the memory of his hand using the force to clench around her throat, but vader didn’t. instead, he felt SHAME. for years, he lived, stewing in that emotion, thinking padme was dead by his own hand. was this a second chance or the force laughing in his face?

#fateviled #fateviled (padme)#❧QUEUE.❧#❧VERSE: DARK LORD.❧

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Thinking (yet again, as I have been on and off since watching Obi-Wan Kenobi) about the first duel between Vader and my Jedi OC Helli Abbasa (described in more general terms in this fic).

At first, both combatants are holding back, as though this is just another of the many sparring matches they've fought since they were young padawans. While Helli would rather die than let Vader - Anakin, she can't help but call him, even in her head - anywhere near her loved ones, harming her old friend is very much a last resort. And while Vader intends to kill her in the end, he wants to defeat her fair and square first, something he never managed to do as a Jedi. And he wants to draw this out, letting her believe she can beat him before showing her she can't.

They even comment on the changes in one another's combat styles in the twenty years since they last faced each other. Helli remarks that while he still favours Ataru, Shien and Djem So, the balance has shifted to match both his new allegiance and his new limbs, and he now actively disfavours Soresu, his Jedi master's preferred form. His skills at unarmed combat have also suffered, though they seem largely unnecessary now. She jokes that when he once promised he'd find a counter to one of her signature moves - a reverse high-section turning kick while her opponent was still parrying her previous strike - she didn't think he'd gain an extra thirty centimetres of height. He notes that she still uses the same mix of Niman and Soresu, backed up by Makashi, Djem So and some Shien, but her form is better than ever, her techniques more precise, her control almost perfect, and deduces that she has had at least one student during her exile. She nearly loses control at that, but manages not to rise to the bait.

He eventually rises to her unconscious bait, though, showing off his new mastery of Juyo; her counterattack is unmistakeably Vaapad. He falters for a moment, taken aback by the sweet, gentle girl he remembers having learned the most aggressive lightsabre form a Jedi can safely use. She slips through his guard, holding her blade - the power turned down to just above sparring level - close to his neck, close enough to sting even through his clothes.

"First blood to me, brother," she says, as though this really were a sparring match. "Do you yield?"

He doesn't, of course, but she's ready for that - and for the force of the impact as she blocks his next strike. His right forearm has been cybernetic longer than the rest of him; her left arm used to be permanently bruised, back when they trained together. At least her bones are still intact. As they continue, Anakin pushing her further and further, she explains that Master Windu taught her the theory behind Vaapad and the basic techniques years ago, but she was too young and inexperienced to make good use of them. She isn't now.

Vader keeps on raising the intensity of the duel, giving Helli the best one-on-one workout she's had since Ahsoka disappeared. (He's too focused on beating her to notice that she's controlling the location of the fight, steering them outside, towards the shuttle hangar her brothers should have reached by now.) At one point, he disarms her, sending her sabre rolling away, but instead of going after it she switches to pure unarmed combat, raising her crossed forearms to ward off a downward blow (adding more bruises to her collection) and following through with a front snap kick to his stomach (as his solar plexus is both under his chest unit and higher up than it used to be). It actually connects, sending him reeling backwards a pace or two, just long enough for her to summon her lightsabre in time to begin the deadly dance again.

When she suddenly goes on the offensive and an old-fashioned shuttle comes into view, heading straight for them, he realises what she's been trying to do, and that she was never aiming to win - just slow him down. But it's too late. Drawing consciously on the Force for the first time since the duel began, she drives him back just far enough that she can reach the ship and safety, leaving her opponent behind. His instinctive counterattack almost sends him mask-first to the ground, as his enemy is long gone. He still hasn't beaten her, and though he doesn't know it, he never will.

#star wars #original trilogy #jedi oc #original jedi character #anakin skywalker #darth vader #fanfic #sort of

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Bob Morton

I just heard a rumor that Kathleen Kennedy is trying to reboot the original Star Wars trilogy and i am aghast at the very notion. Not that the trilogy is this perfect, unassailable, piece of content that can’t be re-imagined (fan fiction exists and I'm even in the process of writing one myself) but i absolutely loathe the idea of KK trying to usurp the core vision of Lucas. Listen, i love Star Wars. I love those characters. I love those worlds. I love that canon. Those stories are some of the best modern myths ever created and, while i acknowledge their place in the zeitgeist, those OG narratives are convoluted at best. I don’t think Kathleen Kennedy and her brand of “politics first” writing will benefit a revisit to the OG trilogy. Indeed, as i understand it, he’s tied this before in animated form and failed. Now, it’s a full blown, live action, remake with scripts being penned as we speak, by her writer’s group. The same writer’s group that felt dinosaurs should be a thing in Star Wars and a rock should be co-pilot on a starship.

The rumors continue that it would be Leia who takes front and center in KK’s trilogy, not Luke, and that the haphazard Obi-Wan retool we got, was the first step in that. Originally, that show was supposed to center around Ben and Luke, not Obi-Wan and Leia. The thing about that, though, is i kind of feel there is room for both of those stories in the Star Wars universe. Kenobi’s show was, by no means, great but it wasn’t terrible, either. I wrote a whole Postmortem on how you fix that show because it has the bones of something, just under all of the Reva bullsh*t. But that’s my point; I had to find the shine of that show because the writing was so goddamn poor. Because KK’s writing group got a hold of those scripts while Favreau was away on Ahsoka, priming the universe for a proper reboot and therein lies the crack in this plan Darth Kennedy plans to strike. Favreau is looking to use Ahsoka to totally erase, completely reboot the entire Disney Star Wars franchise but Kennedy is trying to use this as a means to spin out a Star Wars multiverse, one where her “vision” of a “force is female” in the most misandrist way, a universe unto itself that no one asked for, can co-exists with the original universe that everyone wants.

I love a solid multiverse, man, and Star Wars lends itself to the concept. In a multiverse like that, everything in Legends can be “canon” again and there is A LOT of dope sh*t in there. A multiverse would allow for characters like Mara Jade and Jaina Solo can be a thing, living along side Ahsoka Tano and Bastila Shan because the Force was already female and not in some stupid, SJW, PC Politics, bullsh*t sort of way. But Kennedy cant accept being just A PART of something greater. She NEEDS to be THE greatest, period. Kennedy wants to use this multiverse shenanigan to effectively erase everything that came before, to play sit-and-wait, while quietly sabotaging everything Favloni is trying to do, in an effort to prove that her version of Star Wars is the most profitable to the shareholders. Even though it’s very blatantly, not. It’s a shame because, removed from Kennedy’s childish, selfish, shortsighted, “vision”, there was a lot of decent sh*t in Disney Star Wars.

It’s been a few years so can we all agree that Solo was decent? Arguably the most Star Wars-y thing Disney has made since they got the license? I mean, after Rogue One, of course. Kylo Ren and the Knights of Ren had so much goddamn potential. Hell, i was even on board for Rey during The Force Awakens and the trajectory she had before KK derailed that arc, was absolutely intriguing. I love Dr. Aphra and the Vader comic has been fantastic. Mando is dope as f*ck, but i think that has more to do with Favreau that Kennedy, regardless of what the media wants you to believe. There is a lot of solid gold, buried in the utter sh*t of KK’s Lucasfilm but i do not have confidence in her take on the OG trilogy. She’s too bitter to come at that mess with an objective eye and will probably make her version of Leia some sort of self insert. She, Kathleen Kennedy in a poorly veiled caricature of Leia Ogana, will save a galaxy far, far, away, like it should have been from the very beginning. Kathleen Kennedy thinks Lucas’ first trilogy is a mistake and Kennedy is going to erase that mistake, come hell or high water. Because the people in charge of writing these new versions think a rock can fly a starship.

#Star Wars #Disney #Lucasfilm #Kathleen Kennedy #Some ol' bullsh*t #Some more bullsh*t

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Stars //Sith!Obi-Wan x Pregnant!Reader

Request: Heya! First of all, I just want to say, wow!!! I loved wvry word of the Vader x Reader you did, and reading your notes, I really don't mind it as an AU! I've never really read anything to do with Sith Obi-Wan before, though to be fair I only just got into Star Wars again 😅 This isn't really a request, but from what I can see from your posts, you seem to really like Obi-Wan, well, Ewan Mcgregor in general 😂I wanted to ask if you could write another x Reader, but this time a Sith Obi-Wan AU?Thanks for reading! -Red ❤ p.s, @rey-is-not-a-skywalker, you're welcome for requesting the sith x reader, I guess you're obsessed as I am 😂 p.s the second, I'm loving the new pfp!

Requested by: Red

Summary: The reader has some news for Sith Lord Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: The reader is AFAB, pregnancy

Words: 1.7K

Notes: You would be correct in assuming I love Obi-Wan and Ewan McGregor as a whole. Also I’m glad you like the new pfp! I am also in love with it! :) Did I self indulge with this oneshot? I think you know the answer. Leave me alone, I am too much of a simp at this point. I have never been pregnant, so some of this may be inaccurate.

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An old Jedi’s fall from grace was a never a pretty sight to see, it was no glorious tale to tell from any side. It was full of hurt, pain, hatred, suffering. This was more than true for the fallen Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. His downfall was the least expected out of those who turned away from the light, he had always been the most loyal of men, the most faithful of soldiers. Perhaps, in part at least, this was what drove him away from his original allegiance. He was an exceptional leader of course, the most fantastic of generals, but besides that, in the larger picture, to the Jedi Order as a whole he was nothing more than a faceless defender of the galaxy. Just another of the tens of thousands Jedi. Another factor that led to the man’s path to the dark side, was you. What you made him feel. The passion, the love. An indescribable feeling, all he could say about it was that it was truly wonderful. He did not mind the fear, or the hatred that came with it, for you made it all worth it. The massive highs compared to the lows outweighed them greatly, and thus he gave it all for and to you. His passion, his loyalty, his love. Everything he had, every fiber of his being, he gave it all to you. If he could turn the worlds on theirs heads, and you gave the word, he’d do it.

You had initially been shocked at the man’s sudden change of life-plans and of loyalty. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you began to convince yourself, perhaps he had made the right choice. He wasn’t so uptight in regards to public affection now- he’d often smother you with kisses in front of company, or hold your arm or hand as you wander about in cities or halls. Despite the Sith being the darker beings of the Force, the life you now lived was almost... Peaceful. After a while, you very much enjoyed it. There weren’t so many rules now, and you both felt free. Though, not everything about your new life was free or peaceful. There were times that Obi-Wan was pulled away from you much like in the way he was during the times of the Republic and the Jedi Order. He’d be wrenched from your embrace for weeks or months at a time, and the holocom conversations you shared were not the same as actual conversations. The comforting presence you both gave to one another were missing, and it was painfully obvious to the pair of you.

One particular night, whilst Obi-Wan had been away, you were staring out at the stars- each of them twinkling from their position on the blanket of the night from their positions thousands of light-years away. They fascinated you every night, though you knew some of the planetary systems by name and had visited a few yourself, you couldn’t help but imagine what could be hiding away on them, what could be awaiting discovery. They also distracted you from something plaguing your mind on this particular night, something you needed to get off of your chest. It had been bothering you more and more over the last few days, ever since you had made the discovery.

You are brought from your train of thought by the bleeping of your comm. You move leisurely to answer it, there was only one person who could be calling you at this time of night, but you knew he wouldn’t mind you taking a moment longer than usual. You answer your lover’s call, and a murmur on the other end of the line hushes- he must have been talking to someone as he awaited your answer. “Ah, my beloved.. I thought you had fallen asleep.” He mused quietly, his smug expression clear even through the blue hologram, and you can’t help but chuckle at him. “No. I was looking out at the stars,” You tell him, plainly. Sunsets and night skies held a special place in both of your hearts; you had spent many nights on Coruscant looking out at them, telling each other the wishes you had made on shooting stars that you rarely saw. You heard Obi-Wan sighed quietly. He knew your habits when he was away, and what they meant. “I should be returning soon, my dear.” He assured you, lowering his voice to nothing more than a whisper. “I am trying to get this done, you know, but it’s not as easy as-” “I know, I know.” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around yourself, looking down at the floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Obi-Wan’s brows furrows, clearly he’s noticed your odd behaviour.

“Something’s bothering you.” Obi-Wan notes, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his long robe. “Tell me,” He demanded. Though his tone was soft, it was still very much a command. You start to shake your head at him. “I would rather not... Not over the comm.” You start, looking over to his projection. He looks even more concerned than before- partially because you disobeyed an order from him, and partially because you were willingly withholding information from him. You never did either of those things, not with him. You were both in balance, and trusted each other completely. He knew this had to be incredibly serious for you to say something like this. “Then I shall return immediately.” He no longer cared for his assignment; he would much prefer that he knew you were safe and out of harm’s way. You start to shake your head more frantically. “No, Kenobi- you must finish the task the Emperor has given you, he-” “Can wait.” Obi-Wan finished abruptly. You could tell from the way he stood and held himself- chest out, shoulders back, spine rigid and straight- that he could not be swayed on this. “He can wait.” He repeated, wanting the words to sink in, for you more than himself. “I will be returning, whether you agree with me or not. I will be back by the morning.” And with that, those final harsh words, he ended the call. You sighed quietly, running your hands over your face in exasperation and stress. You hadn’t wanted to pull your lover away from the mission he had been given, you had wanted to wait just a few more days till he returned as had been planned. You sighed deeply, moving away from the comm, heading towards bed as you strip off your clothes. You nestle under the covers, wrapping your arms around yourself for some comfort.

By morning, you were well rested. As your eyes started to crack and flutter open, you became acutely aware of the arm around your waist, and the head buried into the back of your neck. You shuffle slightly to look over your shoulder, smiling slightly at the peaceful expression on the face of the sleeping man behind you. By rights, you didn’t even have to turn over to know that it was Obi-Wan, you knew the feel of his aura and his touch. Still, it provided a sense of comfort, knowing with more certainty that it was him. You shuffle round to face him fully, brushing some of his auburn locks away from his closed eyes. His nose scrunches ever so slightly at the contact; and he too starts to wake up. It’s a slow process for him, and always had been. Even during his time serving the Order; though your mornings together were few and far between, you had noticed this little pattern of his. His eyes crack open like yours had done, and a drowsy smile moves over his lips. “Good morning, darling...” He yawned softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw. “You look stunning...” He told you, his lips still pressed against your skin as he gave you the compliment- no doubt the first of many that morning. “You flatter me, Obi..” You murmur in reply, and presses kiss after feather-light kiss over your jaw and neck. “I speak only the truth for you, my love...” He trailed off for a moment, as he started to push himself up onto his elbows. “Now... Onto business...” He mused, “You still need to tell me what’s bothering you.” He pointed out, and he was right, as he often was. “So, I would start talking, my dear.”

Though his demeanour is playful, you know you shouldn’t argue this time around. You sit up, leaning against your pillows as your try to think of how to start talking about your recent discovery- despite it’s wonderful connotations, it was not as easy as one might think. “Obi...” You begin. “Darling.” He replied, hardly missing a beat. “I have some... Rather pleasing news.” He nods, prompting you to continue. “You... Are going to be a father.” It takes him a moment to actually register your words, for their meaning to sink in. He practically tackles you back into the bed when it clicks somewhere in his mind, the widest smile on his face. He’s laughing breathlessly, hardly able to believe the news or contain his excitement because of it. “Is it so?” He asked, his hand splaying over your stomach as he spoke. “My, my...” He mumbled- and it was moments like this that showed how much he had changed from his old ways. Had you given such news to him whilst he was still a Jedi- he would have panicked at first, asked if you wished to keep the child, and if you had done he would have likely asked you to leave to a slightly more rural planetary system. He had no fear now, and so didn’t need to ask you. He accepts it with ease in these times, and is more than happy to receive such news. He had no fear in rearing a child now, so long as you wished for it too. He paused as this thought washed over him, then gave you a curious look. “Are we... Keeping the child?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think we could be wonderful parents... If you’re not away so much.” You poke your finger into his chest. “Alright... I will discuss it...” He mused, resting his head near you abdomen, gazing at it in wonder. He could hardly believe that your child- the fruits of both of you- was growing there, and he was more than just excited to meet his child. He pulled you close again, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances as the morning wound on, till you eventually fell asleep again in his arms, comforted by his presence.

#sith x reader #star wars sith #kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan imagine #sith obi wan #sith obi wan x reader

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willowcrowned · 3 years

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Star Wars Time Travel AU - Flavor: Anakin and Obi-Wan, from ROTJ to TPM

I asked, you guys answered. Here it is: Obi-Wan and Anakin get sent back to TPM after ROTJ, and proceed to confuse everyone. In everyone’s defense, Anakin and Obi-Wan have a lot of confusing trauma.

The thing about being dead is that it’s not quite as restful as everyone made it out to be.

Oh, Obi-Wan is sure that if he’d done the irresponsible thing and ignored Qui-Gon and passed properly into the netherworlds of the Force instead of following his bloody Path of the Whills, he would be perfectly happy floating along as part of the larger universe. And alright, he doesn’t regret doing it because Luke desperately needed the help, what with Yoda’s isolation having made him only more reticent, but it’s still annoying. Because even though he watched Anakin toss Sidious down a reactor shaft and die peacefully in his sons arms before moving on, the next phase of existence looks a whole lot like the Healer’s Ward at the Jedi temple forty years ago, and he’s being stared at by one very alive-looking Mace Windu.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan says, because being dead is no excuse for being impolite. “Whose idea was it to decorate like this? I find it rather gauche.”

One also very alive looking Vokara Che sends him a warning look. “Large windows and pale colors are beneficial to the health of patients.”

“Oh, I think we’re rather past the need for worrying about our health,” Obi-Wan jokes.

Vokara just gives him a confused and suspicious look. “Are you alright, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan feels hysterical laughter bubble up inside him. He’s dead. He watched the Jedi fall, felt their deaths like they were his own and heard the Force crying out at the pain and wrongness of it all; he disfigured— attempted to kill— one of the few people he had ever loved, fully and unconditionally, and felt the attempt rend him further apart in the process, and then he watched as that person twisted themself into a horrible facsimile of what they once were; he hid for twenty years on a desert planet while slowly detaching himself from his physical body so he could train and advise a child on whom he pinned nearly all his hopes; he was killed by Vader, and then watched Luke save him— save the man Obi-Wan couldn’t— and saw Vader kill Sidious, and then die. And now— now— he has finally passed on, expecting rest and peace, only to wake up in the healer’s ward of a temple that was destroyed.

Obi-Wan laughs, sharp and harsh and slightly deranged. “No,” he says, “I am not.”

“Yeah,” says a voice from next to him, “I get that.”

Obi-Wan turns to see Anakin— wait, no. Obi-Wan turns to see an unharmed Anakin— well, not quite. Obi-Wan turns to see Anakin, alive, unharmed, whole... and all of nine years old.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks, surprised. He’d assumed that this odd make-believe healer’s ward was a result of the Path of the Whills— a journey that Anakin had decidedly not undertaken.

“Yep,” Anakin says crossing his arms. “So, this is what being dead is like? I’d assumed it would be less, uh,” he searches for the word, “medical.”

“It could be a construct,” Obi-Wan suggests, “while our consciousnesses slowly dissipate— a waystation of sorts. Of course,” he frowns, “that doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“Excuse me,” Mace Windu says, very on-edge, “but what exactly are you two talking about?”

“Ugh,” Anakin complains, lying back, “why is he here?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says, acerbic, “I wonder why he could be here, what with that fall you gave him.”

Anakin flushes, embarrassed. “Fair point.”

“So,” Obi-Wan turns to Mace Windu, “where are we exactly?”

Windu raises an extremely suspect eyebrow. “You’re in the Healer’s Ward at the Jedi temple on Coruscant.”

“Well, yes,” Obi-Wan says, a touch exasperated, “but where are we?”

Windu frowns at him.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin says, “I don’t think he knows what you mean.”

Windu casts an evaluating glance at Anakin. “No, I don’t.”

Obi-Wan gives him a curious look before turning back to Anakin. “Perhaps he’s part of the construct.” He pauses. “Speaking of, why have you chosen to look like that?”

“Like what?” Anakin blinks confused.

“Like—” Obi-Wan huffs. “Does anyone have a mirror?”

“There’s one in the fresher,” Vokara Che says.

Anakin hops out of bed, and after a moment, Obi-Wan follows him to the fresher.

“Oh sweet stars and suns,” Anakin breathes, looking at his ten year old face. “I really used to look like this?”

Obi-Wan looks in the mirror as well, shocked to find that he looks as he did when he was twenty, padawan braid and all. “You know, I’m actually very glad that I’m never going to have to try to unpack the psychological implications of this,” he remarks.

Anakin snorts. “Yeah, why’d you choose to look like that?”

“I... didn’t,” Obi-Wan realizes. Before, he’d been able to change his appearance to living beings. He hadn’t for Luke, partially because Luke probably wouldn’t have taken very well to a thirty year old Obi-Wan, and partially because there wasn’t a point, given that Force ghosts didn’t get creaky knees.

“Weird,” Anakin says.

They head out of the fresher to see that Vokara Che and Mace Windu are looking at them as if they’ve grown second heads.

“So let me unpack this,” Windu says, “you both think you’re dead.”

Anakin and Obi-Wan look at each other.

“We have reason to believe so, yes,” Obi-Wan replies, amused. “Are you going to try to convince us that we’re not?”

Windu raises one very unimpressed eyebrow. “I would think that even a padawan would be able to look into the Force to see that they’re not dead.”

Obi-Wan looks at Anakin, who shrugs. It seems that neither of them have allowed themselves to be very connected to the Force. It must be a force of habit— Obi-Wan had been careful on Tatooine to never let too much of the outside filter in, for fear of Vader finding him, and for fear that the dark currents in the Force would sweep him away. Perhaps Vader had done a similar thing.

“Shall we?” Obi-Wan suggests to Anakin. At this point, it’s likely that this is the construct telling them both that they need to connect to the Force to finally relinquish their consciousnesses.

Anakin shrugs. “Can’t make things worse, right?”

Obi-Wan snorts. “On three?”

Anakin nods.

“One, two, three.”

Obi-Wan drops his outer shielding, letting the Force filter through.

What he feels isn’t the ethereal, ineffable currents of the Force, calling him to drift among them as they had during his time as a Force ghost. What he feels is thousands of bright lights, sparks where there should be void, and a darkness that has surrounded everything but not yet consumed it.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan breathes. “Anakin, I’m not sure we’re dead.”

Anakin doesn’t say anything back, and Obi-Wan turns to see him crying.

“They’re alive,” Anakin whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks, face frozen in wonder and horror and guilt. “They’re all alive.”

Obi-Wan can feel them— every single one— and a lump rises in his throat. “It’s—” he starts, but he can’t finish the sentence. “We—”

Anakin nods, face still frozen. “How?”

“I—” Obi-Wan shakes his head, “I don’t know.”

“We were— you were—”

“I know.”

“And now they’re—” Anakin takes a deep breath, small body shuddering, and Obi-Wan instinctively gathers him up in his arms, holding him close.

“It’s impossible,” Obi-Wan says. “You were dead. I was dead. I felt it.”

“Luke,” Anakin chokes, “We—”

“We’re alive,” Obi-Wan says hoarsely. “The Jedi are alive— none of it has to happen.”

“Mustafar,” Anakin adds, hoarse. “Padmé.”

“The Death Star. Alderaan.” Obi-Wan says in a dark undertone. Then, louder, “I will be very cross if I get chopped in half again.”

Anakin frowns at him, momentarily distracted. “The blow didn’t hit. I should know. You have nothing to complain about.”

“I have nothing to complain about?” Obi-Wan replies, indignant. “I was on Tatooine for twenty years!”

“You cut off my arms and legs!” Anakin shouts.

Obi-Wan huffs. “Only three!”

“I was stuck in a stupid life-support suit for twenty! Fucking! Years!” Anakin retorts. “Do you know how much that sucked? I couldn’t eat real food! I fucking suffocated just because I took off my helmet to see my son in my last breaths!”

“You killed me!” Obi-Wan shouts indignantly.

There’s a cough from beside him, and a silence as Vokara Che, Mace Windu, and several very nosy padawans stare at him.

Obi-Wan looks at them, slightly embarrassed by his outburst. “I got better.”

Anakin looks at Obi-Wan, the rage in his eyes not Vader’s, but Anakin’s, and then slowly, slowly, it dissipates.

Anakin snorts. “Fuck, we made a mess of things.”

A small, sad, smile creeps on to Obi-Wan's face. “We really did.” He sighs. “I suppose we’ll have to fix everything.”

Anakin shrugs. “Well, Sith Lords are our specialty.” He sighs. “And then I’m retiring on Naboo and learning to fish.”

#i know at first glance this looks like a very normal AU #but keep an eye out for the next post #which is about what happens AFTER they get rid of sidious #it devolves into my usual brand of nonsense VERY quickly #obi-wan and anakin ignore their trauma by quipping (as usual)#don't worry i'm sure they start going to therapy off screen #sugar baby ben au #star wars #willow's aus #star wars au #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

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Peter Maximoff’s complicated relationship with Star Wars

Summary: Peter didn't like Star Wars. But not because they were bad movies, no. It's because they somehow were very similar to his own life, and they also showed him what might have been, had his twin lived long enough. This is the story of Peter Maximoff, told through the many similarities between the original trilogy and his own life.

*All Star Wars quotes are in italics*

Peter doesn’t like Star Wars

Don’t get him wrong, the movies are great. The first movie had come out when he was 22 years old, and he had found it amazing. He had never seen anything like it before and had sneaked into the movie theater to rewatch it with his twin several times.

‘I need your help, Luke.’

It was almost ironic how his life resembled some parts of the movie. Both he and Wendy had some characteristics of Luke and Leia. He was the goofball, the one who had been recruited to break someone out of an impenetrable prison. Hell, Charles could be Obi-Wan, the old wizard with strange mind control powers (though he didn’t have them at the time), Hank was Chewbacca, the fierce beast who was loyal to his family, and then the claw guy, Logan, was Han Solo. The dark-haired man with a don’t-mess-with-me attitude that would shoot you down without hesitation. That made him Luke, the farm boy that was raised isolated, unaware of the true danger. Only difference was that Erik wasn’t Leia, no he was Vader. Wendy was Leia, the fierce, loud mouthed, badass princess that didn’t let anyone boss her around.

They had loved the first movie, but then tragedy struck. His twin’s powers were always unpredictable, always on the verge of lashing out. He had tried to help as much as he could, but just a few months after their 23rd birthday, it was too much for Wendy to bear. She lost control and died, taking half a block with her. Peter did his best to carry on, but their lost connection was all he could feel. The aching emptiness that had always been occupied by his twin sister. It took awhile, but he did eventually go see the second Star Wars. It was... a bittersweet experience to say the least.

Seeing the big bad Vader being related to Luke really did a number on him. All he could think about was the fact that he too was related to a literal terrorist. Someone who had hurt hundred of people and would probably not hesitate to hurt him as well. And then it was revealed that Luke and Leia shared a connection, where they could hear each other and feel each other, and it just overwhelmed him. Minus the kissing (ew, that was gross, why did they even include that?!) Luke and Leia’s relationship reminded him of his and Wendy’s.

That’s why he wasn’t surprised when they were revealed to be twins in the next movie.

Actually, he had been surprised, but more about the fact that his grief took over for a moment. Seeing Leia try to reason with Luke, telling him that nothing good would come out of chasing Vader, their father... that was a conversation that had really happened after their mom told them who exactly was Magneto. Peter had decided to chase Erik down the moment he had resurfaced.

‘I won't fail - I'm not afraid.’

‘Oh, you will be. You will be.’

His mom had warned him about Magneto, how nothing good came out of chasing ghosts, but he had to try. A confrontation with the Dark Lord of the Sith.

Cloud city The mansion was full of people, and the place was exploding. He saved them all (minus one), of course, because that’s what he did. Why be a speedster if you can’t save people from catastrophe?

‘Luke, don't - it's a trap!’

Yeah, it had been a trap, alright. But unlike Luke, he hadn’t had Leia to warn him. So, the carbon freezing chamber knock out gun had worked. That’s how he ended up captured by the government and woke up in a weird green room. The others, he could understand why they were taken, they seemed to know the man holding them, but why him? Peter was of no interest to them. Unless they knew he was related to Magneto and planned to use him as a bargaining chip, but it seemed unlikely.

Then, they were freed and, on their way to confront En Sabah Nur, or as Hank had described him, the blue god. He had told Raven about his relationship with Erik, and she promised him that she would make sure she would tell him.

‘There is no escape. Don't make me destroy you.’

The cold, cold eyes of Magneto were staring at him with something that seemed almost like interest. “And you?”

‘I am your father.’

It was right there, a perfect opportunity served on a silver platter. An opportunity to make Erik realize he wasn’t alone, that he had more family. Perhaps he’d turn back to the light side if he knew. “I’m your-“

But it was Wendy who was the brave one, she was the chosen one. She never would have hesitated. And he wasn’t his sister. “I’m here for my family too.”

It was all sad and tragic because his life was just like that. He could feel Raven’s eyes on him, she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t told him, but she couldn’t know about Wendy. It was his own painful secret.

With how similar his life was to Luke’s he wasn’t sure why he was even surprised when he got his hand cut off leg broken. Then, there he was, trying to hold on to consciousness as shock settled into his body.

‘Hear me! Leia!’

Oh, how he wished Wendy were here. She would have destroyed them. Peter would have done anything for his twin to answer, like Leia did with Luke. But she was dead, there was no one to answer him. Just the cobwebs of their broken connection and the burning pain of his leg. He didn’t really care what happened next, he was all too focused on getting his message to his long-lost sister. He didn’t really believe in a higher power, of some all-powerful entity that somehow watched over everyone. He did, however, believe in Wendy, his strong, beautiful, powerful sister.

‘I would have preferred her too’

The blue God’s voice resonated in his head, catching him off guard. No one had ever reached in his mind like that, Wendy only could because of their connection.

‘If you will not turn to the dark side, then perhaps she will.’

Would his father have tried recruiting Wendy for his brotherhood? Yeah, definitely. She would have been the true last hope. A daughter to be proud about. One with abilities beyond anything anyone had ever seen. One that truly would have saved everyone, hell, she would have prevented the mansion from exploding and never would have been captured in the first place. The blue god looked at him with disdain in his eyes and Peter knew it didn’t mean anything good. He tried to crawl away, but in his current position, that did absolutely nothing.

‘It is pointless to resist, my son.’

En Sabah Nur grabbed him by the hair and tugged, holding him painfully upright and vulnerable. He’d always hated staying still, he was always too full of energy, always eager to chase after the next distraction.

Peter looked up at his father, trying to see if he would do anything, but he saw nothing but indifference. Magneto didn’t care about him. He was an insignificant mutant, a face amongst a thousand others. Soon to be counted amongst the hundred of corpses that Erik had seen in his life.

‘Now, young Skywalker...you will die.’

The god pulled his head back sharply, exposing his throat. “End him.”

One of his horsemen was approaching him with a sharp sword. Peter was slightly thankful that it wasn’t his dad that was chosen to be his executioner. His powers had kicked in, trying to give him an opportunity to escape. But it only made his imminent doom even worse.

Then, he didn’t die, and the hope of seeing his twin again was brushed aside for another near-death situation. As it turned out, Raven was a great person when the son of her friend was in danger.

En Sabah Nur let him go too quickly to focus on the blue mutant. He gasped and writhed as he fell to the ground as electricity pain coursed through his body. The blue god didn’t care about him, he continued calling for Charles, calling for his true target.

‘Father! Help me!’

He should cry out like Luke did, there was no way Magneto would act if he didn’t. Then again, he didn’t have a clue who he was. It was doubtful he remembered him from the Pentagon, it had been nearly 10 years and Erik had had a whole other family since. He was just the nameless idiot that got a big head and tried to take on a god and got defeated like a loser.

In the end, they were all fine, just a little shaken. Erik gave him a weird look, either he pitied him, or he was wondering what he had wanted to tell him. But Peter was on the verge of passing out, there was no way he could hold a conversation at the moment. They came back to the mansion and Peter decided to stay, maybe getting out of his isolation wouldn’t be so bad.

So, even if his life was similar to Star Wars, in its turns and tragedy, it wasn’t even close to how the trilogy ended. The scruffy Han never came back, Obi-wan wasn’t next to a redeemed Anakin (he just left all together) and Leia wasn’t at his side anymore. A happy ending wasn’t something that happened in real life. Everything he wanted resolved wasn’t wrapped neatly into a bow. He still had his loads of daddy issues caused by a father who didn’t know was a father and Wendy, his amazing long gone twin still wasn’t at his side. Peter figured that some good would eventually come to him, it couldn’t be all bad, right?

‘This is our most desperate hour.’

He had faith in that, so, when he was woken up by a burning sensation in his chest, he did his best to understand. The pain was so familiar, it was grief. But not his grief, no, this came from the connection he shared with his twin.

“Wanda?” he called out. Using her real name because she was calling to him. Because she needed him. Because she was somewhere all alone.

“I had a brother, his name was… Pietro.”

It was painful for her to talk about him, so he made sure to let her know through their bond that he was there for her, she just had to reach out. Wanda was confused to feel him, but her scarlet magic soon opened a portal. It might be a trap, there was no way to be certain, but Peter trusted his sister. He took and deep breath and ran into the portal without hesitation. She was alone and she was suffering, it was his job as her twin to help her.

‘Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope.’

#peter maximoff #pietro maximoff #Erik Lehnsherr #star wars #marvel #x men #marvel fanfiction #x men fanfiction #quicksilver #wendy maximoff #wanda maximoff #x men apocalypse #Charles Xavier #Evan Peters #Michael Fassbender #dadneto #wandavision

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monamourbladie-mb · 3 years

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19 Years Later... [Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x reader miniseries]

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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i’m so freaking excited for this fanfic, holy shit. i’ve had this idea since April 2020 and i decided to say fuck it since you guys seemed interested. i hope you enjoy it!!! get ready for an angst and sex train, cause it’s coming in hot 🥵 😏

Index:

prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 [Coming soon]

Warnings: None

WC: 1.3k

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People say love is a forever thing. But for Y/n and Anakin Skywalker, their time together was cut short the day Darth Vader murdered Anakin almost 20 years ago on Mustafar.

Y/n remembered the day so vividly - it was the scariest, saddest, and all the same happiest day of her life. It was the day her twin children, Luke and Leia Skywalker, were born; and it was also the day the love of her life was killed.

Y/n didn’t remember much of that, between the two events. According to Obi-Wan Kenobi, he had said that Anakin was behind the attacks at the Jedi Temple, and the man behind the murder of countless Jedi. Y/n couldn’t bring herself that the man she was married to could do such a horrible, despicable act.

She didn’t believe it until she saw first hand his anger - the way his voice changed, how cold his gaze had become. He tried to sugarcoat his villainous words to her, speaking gently, “Obi-Wan is trying to turn you against me.”

But when he had noticed Obi-Wan was on the ship alongside Y/n, Anakin lost all sense of reality and tried killing her.

The last memory she had of seeing her future husband was tainted with fear - the sight of him angrily raising his fingers to choke his lover.

When she awoke, she felt her body give in and start to writhe from excruciating labor pains. The pain she felt throughout her back and belly, however, were nothing in comparison to the never-ending ache in her heart that started when Obi-Wan muttered the words, “Anakin is dead.”

Barely able to cling to life, Y/n was able to deliver two healthy children, whom she had named Luke and Leia. Obi held her hand gently, smiling testy eyed, “Anakin would be so happy to see his little family. I promise I’m here to support and protect the three of you.”

Tears from pain and sorrow streamed down her cheeks as she cradled Leia close to her breast, sobbing as her body shook.

He should be here. I should be squeezing his hand, not Obi’s. He should be holding his son, not Obi. I shouldn’t be a widow.

When she found out the truth about how Anakin died, she was even more torn apart. Anakin didn’t even get a chance to explain his actions at the Temple - he was murdered by a man named Darth Vader before he could repent. She lost her husband to a murderous sith lord.

Obi-Wan took it upon himself to take care of Y/n, Luke, and Leia and got them a home on Tattooine. He knew that Y/n was never good on her own - even though she was a Jedi, she hated being alone. So he stayed with them, helping her raise Luke and Leia with just the two of them.

Knowing they were a target from Darth Vader, Obi-Wan knew that they’d had to change their names. He changed his to Ben Kenobi, a nickname an old lover gave him; and Y/n changed her name to Cecelia Jonas, a drastic difference from Y/n Skywalker. When it was just them, they would refer to each other as their old names for old time’s sake.

Raising twins without their biological father was very, very hard. There were many nights Luke or Leia would ask about their beloved late father, causing her to get teary-eyed remembering.

Nights when Luke would play around with the droids, speaking with C3-PO and laughing reminded Obi and Y/n of Anakin.

Having a son who looked just like a young version of Anakin was no help to her healing heart. Yet, no matter what she swore to never remarry — her heart belonged to Anakin Skywalker, and Anakin Skywalker alone.

By now, it was 19 years since Anakin had died. The Galactic Empire was rising, and the Rebels rose in contradiction, hoping to defend the Galaxy.

Meanwhile, Darth Vader stormed around his Death Star ship in an angry stance, slicing anyone who dared to comment on his more-so than normal angry aura.

He crossed his arms, looking outside the Death Star, “What do you mean you lost the plans?” His breathing labored and heavy as usual. The mask wasn’t even needed for him — the cocky bastard just wanted to come off as more intimidating.

“Someone... someone had sold the plans. And now General Jonas-“

Vader grunted and raised his fist, beginning to force choke the man mercilessly, “Find me who sold the plans and bring them to me. I want their death slow and painful. And find me General Jonas, I want to have a chat with them.”

The man’s eye’s rolled back as his vision blackened, then he collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.

Vader strutted off, his signature Skywalker strut all the more prominent and powerful enveloped in his robotic suit of armor.

Ever since his fall, Vader had one thing on his mind. Completing out his Master’s will so he would finally teach him how to bring people back from the dead.

Vader reached his quarters and shut the door, locking it using the force with a simple flick of his wrist. He begrudgingly walked to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and hunched over the sink, his breathing getting more rapid until the noise irritated him to let out a yell in anger.

He took off his black mask in frustration and slammed it down on the countertop, his hands gripping it’s sides so tightly he felt his flesh hand feel numb. He looked up in the mirror, his ear-length brown hair dampened down with sweat as he looked at himself in the mirror.

“Who the hell even are you,” he grumbled to himself, running his gloved fingers through his hair. He sighed heavily and shook his head, the memory of her gasping for air replaying in his mind as his anger grew, “It’s my fault. It’s my fucking fault you and our child are dead!” he yelled to no in but himself, tears beginning to prick his yellow eyes.

With shaky hands, he dipped into his pocket and took out the necklace he crafted for her all those years ago, smiling sadly down at it as he rubbed it with his thumb.

“This is all for you, my love bird. All of it, so I can bring you home to me.” His voice trailed as he kissed the necklace, putting it back in his pocket gently as he let out a heavy sigh, wiping his tears quickly.

Vader thrived on pain now. Once he found out his wife was killed by his own hand, he lost all sense of himself. Anakin died when he knelt and took Darth Vader’s name, but Anakin truly died the moment Palpatine uttered those words.

“It seems, in your anger, you killed her.”

“Shit husband I was,” he growled, putting his glove back up on his flesh hand after he glared at his wedding band.

It gave him a mixed feeling - he missed his wife dearly, but yet it was also a deadly reminder how much of a horrible man he was.

The separated couple went to bed in tears that night, wishing and praying that somehow, someway they could be reunited.

But the both of them knew the only way that would happen is if they died, which was out of the question.

So they laid there awake in agony, their heart crying out to be reunited with their lover once more.

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Fade Into You - Chapter One

SUMMARY ◆ You keep having these reoccurring dreams of a strange man, but after speaking with him for the first time, you wonder who he is what what he wants with you

WARNING(S) ◆ Suitless! Darth Vader, Eventual Romance, Sith Anakin Skywalker, Eventual Smut, i make up rules of the force, angst, force sensitive reader

NOTE ◆ here’s my spin on suitless vader! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i like writing it!

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You only see him in your dreams.

A flicker of an unknown presence that you haven’t ever felt before and it consumed you whole. Every time you closed your eyes and your mind drifted into your subconscious, you saw him. At first you didn’t know what this being was, if it was someone from the past that you couldn’t quite remember or someone you had seen in passing. Though, as the days went on and the dreams didn’t go away, you soon realized that you were dealing with someone with a powerful presence. No one should be able to infiltrate your dreams the way that he did.

It always started the same way. You would walk around the dimly lit corridors of an unknown building, darkness felt through all sides of the Force the more you pressed on. Your dream self would turn the corner and he would be there, back facing you as he looked out the large window. And you would join him in standing, glancing out at the large horizon, molten lava falling and pooling along crimson rocks. It was disturbingly peaceful, standing there with this stranger. The two of you never spoke, all intents of words forming died in your throat. It didn’t feel like a dream. Dreams were supposed to be made up of your imagination, though you never believed you could think of a place like this. It was so lifelike, almost to the point where you could feel the heat rising from the ground as you stood.

Last night, as you stood with this stranger, focusing your attention on a specific volcano that erupted in the distance, you spoke out a quiet, “Who are you?” He was an enigma, and it wasn’t as though you were the one making these dreams happen. It was as if you were dropped here every night. There was something familiar about him, like you knew him but didn’t at the same time. Like a stranger and a friend. It had to be him controlling this.

You could feel his emotions shift, and hearing your soft voice seemed to snap both of you out of this daze. You turned to him, but he was already looking at you. He stood taller than you, a strong build of a body dressed in all black along with a cloak that would tread on the floor behind him as he walked. You seemed to be around the same age, his features still bright with youth, a sharply cut jawline and messy dirty blonde hair that looked as if someone had tousled through it with their hands. Though, the most distinguished feature that this man had was his golden-yellow eyes, looking down at you as though he was staring into your very soul. You had never seen eyes like that before. It seemed dark, sinister, yet you felt yourself drawing closer to him.

As alarming as his aura was, for some reason you knew that he wouldn’t hurt you. You didn’t know why you trusted a complete stranger, but something in the Force told you to.

“Who are you?” He asked, relaying the same confusion that was laced in your voice prior. It wasn’t mocking, he really didn’t know what was going on here either. His eyes never left yours, hand coming and grabbing you by the wrist. The touch was unexpected and his grip was almost painful, though not in the way one would think. It was almost a burning sensation, like the very collision of your skin against his was causing hot, white fire. “And what are you doing here?”

“Y/N,” You answered, the words basically pushing out of your mouth. His gaze almost softened, another wave of confusion looking over his dark features.

You didn’t have the chance to answer his next question, explain how you were dreaming and how you didn’t know why you were here at all. Because it was as if some other force was pushing you out of your dream, bringing you back to reality. Soon enough his touch was gone and you were waking up, eyes fluttering open to the grey ceiling of your room above your bed. Glancing at the chrono on your side table, you saw that it was still early in the morning, no one would be up except maybe the council, doing their daily morning meeting before the day started.

Settling on the realization that there was no way you were going to get back to sleep, you moved to sit on the edge of your bed, feet falling against the floor. You hissed, feeling a sharp pang of pain shoot through your left wrist. There was a ring of burned skin around your wrist, red and blistering in some places and in the shape of a hand. The dream. Your thoughts took you back to that moment where the man grabbed at it, and realized that the burning sensation you felt was real and wasn’t a figment of your imagination after all. His touch physically burned you. The thought was unsettling, that you had such a connection with this unknown man that he could touch you through the force. Yet, on the other hand, it filled you with more wonder.

They say that attachment leads to the dark side.

Growing up in the Jedi Temple for all these years, you had repeated this to yourself multiple times. Whenever you find your heart pick up with worry over another fellow Jedi, you repeat what you had been taught. Over and over again you did this, until it stuck and your anxieties subsided enough to where you were sure your emotions were not getting the better of you. However, as much as you did not want to admit to yourself, you wondered how you were supposed to live your life without growing attached to anyone. You were Jedi, a peacekeeper, a guardian. It was your job to be compassionate, to fight for the good and keep the peace of the galaxy. And you did show compassion in anything that you did, even though at times you knew you were growing closer to the people you served with. It was a hard balancing act that you were still wavering on, and suspected that most Jedi had these same thoughts, they just never voiced it out loud.

It was later now, the shimmering lights of Coruscant illuminated the hallways of the temple, making shadows dance across the walls to any type of movement. You couldn’t sleep. In fact, you really didn’t want to sleep because you knew what would happen if you did. You weren’t scared of him, whoever he was, a hidden stranger in the depths of your subconscious. Though ever since you were given the burn on your wrist, you had been uneasy to the thought of closing your eyes and drifting to that place. Deep down you felt through the Force that he wasn’t trying to hurt you, and perhaps maybe he had done it without his knowledge. Was he even a person? The man seemed to be, though looks can be deceiving and the thought of speaking to him once again seemed too consuming to even imagine.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure walking towards you. The familiar Force Signature relaxed you, not bothering to turn and keeping your eyes focused on the trails of ships making their way to one place or another for the evening. Obi-Wan was a friend of yours, more so a companion that you grew to know throughout the war. You were younger than he was, but he never treated you much differently despite his obvious position over you in the Order. Should you tell him about your dreams? It was the type of thing you knew you should inquire Master Yoda about, though you found that once in a while when you came to the old, wise Master, he didn’t hold all the answers that you hoped for. Obi-Wan was a friend. You could trust him.

“Good evening, Knight Y/N,” Obi-Wan greeted, his taller figure standing beside and joining you in looking out the window. “Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep? It is awfully late.” His tone was wavering, skeptical, like he knew something was off just by being close to you. Your aura was off, stems of cool waves emitting from you the deeper you delved into your thoughts.

How were you supposed to answer that? The normal Jedi response would be ‘I’m just fine, thank you’ but you weren’t. You were confused and you weren’t sure what to do. You still looked ahead as you asked, “Master Obi-Wan, do you know anything about how the Force ties into dreams?” You turned to face him now, eyes showing a mix of curiosity and anxiety while he was already staring at you. The more he searched them, the more concerned he grew, you could feel his signature reaching out towards you while he remained motionless as a statue.

It wasn’t in his nature to walk away from someone who needed help with an issue, but your question was odd. “What kind of dreams?” He asked, voice in a hushed whisper.

“I’m not sure, they’re hard to explain. It feels like I’m inside of them and in control of them to a certain extent,” You replied.

“Is there anyone there with you?”

You hesitated, closing your eyes and seeing the picture of your stranger staring down at you. The golden curls that framed his face, those eyes of his . . . They were all with you now even as you were awake. It was a loaded question, you thought, especially when he felt so close now. The moment you opened your eyes and were once again met with Obi-Wan’s ocean blue ones, you took in a breath and remembered that you were within the safety of the Temple. No one could touch you here. “Yes, there’s a man with me,” You responded. Your heart was beating endlessly against your ribcage, this being the first time that you have actually spoken about your encounters. The burn marks on your wrist felt like heavyweights, rejoicing that you were acknowledging them, acknowledging him. “I don’t know who he is, it’s like he is a stranger, but not at the same time. And I just want to know what it all means.”

“I’m not sure myself. I’ve never heard of this happening before,” Your friend said solemnly, dissatisfied with himself that he wasn’t able to come up with a solid answer.

“That’s what I was afraid of.” You sighed, feeling foolish at thinking you could solve this problem that easily. Things were never that easy, especially when it came to the Force. There was so much that you didn’t know, so much that no one knew. And it was somewhat agonizing. You were in tune with such a powerful part of the universe and you didn’t know the first thing about it. All these years you spent at the temple and all the years to come, were they going to amount to anything? Were you going to be satisfied in the end? “Last night was different though, we spoke to one another.”

“You haven’t spoken before?”

“No, we never did. And he didn’t seem to know who I was either or what was causing this to occur. But I don’t know, Obi-Wan, for some reason I have a bad feeling about this. Like I shouldn’t be messing with the Force in this way.”

Your friend didn’t speak for quite some time, his calloused hand reaching up to scratch at the blonde beard he had grown out over the years. His eyes shifted from yours to the ground, making your hands clench together without your permission. In this moment, you berated yourself for ever saying anything about it. There was obviously something wrong and he didn’t know how to tell you, or even worse, he would have to tell the council. What if these dreams were the dark side tempting you? What if you weren’t strong enough to be a Jedi and were doomed to fall? You were spiraling, and it didn’t help that Obi-Wan wouldn’t even look at you.

It felt like an eternity went past before Obi-Wan said, “I think that you should try and communicate more with him.” That seemed like the last thing you thought he was going to say. And it seemed dangerous, unlike most plans that Obi-Wan had where he guaranteed that the most would be safe. But then you remembered he was completely going into the wind, he knew as little as you did. “If the Force is truly causing this to happen, then it must be a good thing, right? Us Jedi, we need to trust in the Force wherever it guides us.” Trust in the Force, Y/N.

Master Obi-Wan had a point. The Force wasn’t supposed to do anything without purpose, at least, you needed to believe that was true in this moment. So you quickly said goodnight to the man and turned on your heel towards your room, hearing only the echo of your footsteps as you thought. You would go to him, whoever this stranger was. You would go to him and finally get to the bottom of whatever was happening to you. You were a Jedi, you could do this. And as you got ready for bed and settled into the soft beige sheets, you ignored the way that your wrist felt as if it was completely submerged in fire.

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