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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year

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My Very Soul (Chapter 24)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 23

Warnings: yay :) (fluff) (also should mention Anakin is VERY LIGHTLY tortured but only a tiny bit)

Summary: You and Anakin go to Geonosis to attempt to rescue your Masters; an important shift occurs...(you may want to blast that Birdy song again)

Word Count: 4k

"Anakin," the ghost of a voice rang out, "re-transmit this message to Coruscant."

The pale form of the hologram of Obi-Wan Kenobi rose from both your comm and Anakin's. You'd needed to head out to your ship, to connect to the long-range transmitter. You stood below the ladder that led up to the small cockpit, holding your comm links in your palms, watching the message that your ship had already recorded. Your ship was, at this moment, transmitting Obi-Wan's words to the council chambers, making sure the message hit the ears of the most powerful and respected Jedi in the Order. This was not a live communication, and therefore, you couldn't say anything back to Obi-Wan. Still, hearing his voice after weeks was jarring. So much had happened between the moment you'd left Coruscant and now. You'd almost forgotten your life, your Master, the sound of Obi-Wan's voice, its specific timbre. You felt, rather than sensed empirically, that Master Yuma stood just beside Obi-Wan's holographic form. You wished, in spite of yourself, that she would step forward—that she would speak to you, that you could hear her voice. Your heart flipped inside your chest. How could you return to your old life, now that you felt you had been made into something new?

"Yuma and I have tracked the bounty hunter Jango Fett from Kamino to the droid foundries on Geonosis." Obi-Wan's hologram paused, as if distracted by something. "It is clear, now, that Count Dooku has been behind the attacks on the Galactic Senate."

At this, your eyes widened, and you and Anakin looked at one another. I told them, you thought, frustrated, but you pushed the thought aside immediately. You had too much on your mind to dwell in spite.

"The Commerce Guilds and Corporate Alliance have both pledged their armies to Count Dooku," Obi-Wan continued, addressing the council, "and are forming an...Wait!...Wait!!" Obi-Wan had drawn his saber as fast as light speed, blocking, you saw, blasts coming from somewhere outside the hologram. You gasped. As Obi-Wan backed out of view, you saw Master Yuma, her long braids swinging around her, her lightsaber held high as she too blocked holographic blasts. Both of the Jedi moved out of view, and in their place, you saw destroyer droids walking forward, shooting blast after blast until the transmission cut out.

You gaped at Anakin, stunned. What had you just witnessed? This could have only occurred mere moments ago—you'd received the transmission when you had been sitting with Anakin, in the underground room that housed the moisture vaporators. Where were Master Obi-Wan and Master Yuma now? Had they managed to escape?

"Anakin," you heard a different voice command, "Y/N." You looked back at your comm, which now showed the hologram figure of Master Mace Windu. "Return to Coruscant immediately. We will handle Count Dooku."

"Yes, Master," you heard Anakin choke out, and at this, the transmission ended. You stared at Anakin.

"We can't go back," you said quickly, and Anakin looked up at you, widening his eyes.

"Are you suggesting," he said, disbelieving, "that we disobey a direct order? For the second time?"

"Yes," you said firmly, staring him in the face, no hint of insincerity in your voice.

"Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?" Anakin asked, a laugh gracing his face for the briefest moment. The laugh didn't sound genuine. This situation was just too heavy. In the past few weeks, your life had descended from the normal level of complicated to full and utter chaos. Anakin's dark act sat heavy at the back of your mind, a weight that you tried to push aside. Still, you knew that Anakin's feeble attempt at humor was a good sign. It meant he was still trying. It meant he was breathing in the light.

"We're much closer to Geonosis than Coruscant," you said seriously. "We need to go rescue our Masters." Anakin was looking at you funny. "What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious. You felt within Anakin a very strong admiration. Amidst all of the tragedy, amidst everything, you felt suddenly buoyant, as if the seaglass around your neck was lifting you into the air.

"Nothing," Anakin said quickly, and for the first time since you'd left Levangé, his smile reached his eyes. "Agreed. Let's go."

"Are you ready?" Anakin asked you softly as the ship pulled out of hyperspace.

"As ready as I ever am," he heard you respond. The planet beneath your ship was a darker orange than Tatooine, but it looked just as barren, just as unwelcoming. Anakin flew the ship down low, near to the sector where Obi-Wan's transmission had come from. Anakin pushed aside his darker thoughts—his fears for his Master, his guilt, his worry for you. He tried, hard, to focus on the present.

"There," Anakin heard you say, and he looked and saw steam rising from vents near what looked like a settlement hidden in the rock.

"A perfect place to hide," Anakin responded, pulling the ship into the steam. He hoped it was harmless.

"I know you prefer the, 'guns blazing' approach," you said as Anakin touched the ship down on what felt like a metal grate. "But I think stealth is our best option here."

"Don't worry, flea," Anakin smiled. "We can do this your way.

Anakin covered his nose and mouth as he opened the cockpit and lowered the ladder. He gave you a hand and then descended himself, hurrying to the edge of the grate where the steam was thinner.

"Over here," Anakin heard you call, and he saw you kneeling in front of a hidden door. Anakin quickly got to work on the door panel, pulling off the metal and rewiring, his fingers moving fast. The door opened.

The two of you crept into a dark hallway. Anakin felt you reaching out, communicating to him in his mind that you should not draw your sabers until it was absolutely necessary. Anakin agreed. He didn't know anything about this place, and he thought it best not to announce your presence with the light and sound that a saber cast.

Suddenly, Anakin felt you reach out in the dark and grab his arm. Anakin stopped, listening hard, but he heard nothing. What had you felt, that he had missed? Were your abilities picking up on a presence?

"Anakin," you whispered, and Anakin turned to look at you in the low light. The sight took all feeling from his body, his legs and feet going cold. Your eyes were rolling back into your head, and your body was shaking. He'd seen this happen to you twice before—once on Hoth, and once on Serenno. The fact that it was happening now could mean nothing good.

"Y/N," Anakin whispered frantically. You didn't seem to have lost all of your awareness. You still gripped his arm firmly, and Anakin saw that your other hand was reaching out for him. He quickly took your hand in his, taking you into his arms, looking around, still seeing and hearing nothing.

"What is it Y/N? What do you feel?" Anakin breathed quietly into your ear.

"Horrible...horrible things," you whispered back, your mouth struggling with the words. "He's telling me horrible things."

"Who is?" Anakin asked, his fear spiking.

"He's here," you rasped a little louder, and at this, you fell limp in his arms, completely unconscious. The hairs on the back of Anakin's neck stood up, and Anakin felt the change before it happened. Keeping you firmly in his arms, and moving your collapsed figure to the side, Anakin drew his saber with his other hand, blocking two quick blasts that came from what looked like sonic blasters.

"Y/N!" Anakin shouted, trying to rouse you as he blocked more blasts from the oncoming attackers, bug-like creatures that clicked when they spoke. They descended upon the two of you, and Anakin pulled your body behind his, blocking each blast one-handed with his saber. The sonic blasts, however, did not rebound upon the attackers—the energy was absorbed fully by Anakin's lightsaber, and thus, Anakin was solely on the defense. While holding onto you, Anakin could not take an aggressive attack stance.

The bugs grew closer and closer to Anakin, and he blocked their blasts cleanly, still trying in vain to rouse you. Suddenly, Anakin heard the sound of dark laughter, and the blasts stopped.

"So heroic," the man said, stepping forward, clapping his hands together twice. At first, Anakin thought the unfamiliar but foreboding old man was performing a sarcastic applause. Anakin quickly realized, however, that the claps signaled to the bugs to drop their weapons.

"You must be Dooku," Anakin said, his tone confident, feigning civility, mirroring the man who stepped before him.

"Your weapons," Count Dooku gestured to Anakin's saber, which he still held high in the air.

"As if," Anakin spat, looking at the man in hatred.

"Manners, Padawan," Count Dooku said, looking quite at ease. "Your weapons, or else..." the man trailed off, and at this, Anakin saw the Geonosians behind him put their sonic blasters to your exposed and defenseless neck.

"What have you done to her?" Anakin asked, his brow furrowed in anger, his heart beating fast.

"Nothing more than what is necessary," Count Dooku said simply, and Anakin sensed an unspoken truth behind this mysterious man's presence. Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Oh, yes, she is a fascinating talent. Which, of course, can create problems for us." Count Dooku laughed, and Anakin shifted his weight so that you were fully behind him, unconscious as you were. "But, in the end, she is nothing," Dooku seethed, and Anakin's anger curled upward inside him, licking at his throat like a flame.

"How do you know who she is?" Anakin asked, suspiciously, trying to keep Dooku talking so he could find a way out of this that didn't include you in a body bag.

"I know many things, Anakin Skywalker," Count Dooku said threateningly, stopping in front of Anakin. "Now, your weapons. Unless you'd like this to get...messy," Dooku continued, and at these words, the bugs held their guns cocked at your neck. Anakin was sweating, and he sensed Count Dooku would kill you given the slightest provocation. In fact, he thought it odd, that Dooku had not already attempted to kill the both of you. Clearly, this man was not shy when it came to killing. Anakin sighed in defeat, and dropped his lightsaber on the ground. Count Dooku immediately swept it into his hand using the Force.

"And hers," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye. Anakin shifted your limp figure back into his arms, and freed the lightsaber from your belt. Dooku collected your weapon in the same manner as Anakin's, and Anakin touched your face, seeing that your eyes were still moving beneath their sockets, still rolling around in your head.

"Right," Dooku said professionally, as if this matter were beneath him. "Now come with me." Dooku walked forward down the hallway, and Anakin had half a mind to try to run, with you, in the other direction—but the Geonosians were all around, in seemingly infinite numbers, their sonic blasters pointing up at Anakin where he held you in his arms. Anakin saw no choice but to follow.

Dooku led Anakin through what looked like a factory, and onto a staircase made of rock. As the two men walked, you stirred, your head moving back and forth.

"Y/N?" Anakin whispered quietly, touching your cheek with his thumb. "Can you hear me?"

"She won't wake," Count Dooku called from ahead, and Anakin flushed with anger. "Not now, anyway. Your friend is easily distracted." Dooku laughed. Anakin didn't understand. What did he mean, by this?

The Geonosians pushed Anakin forward with their blasters, down more stairs, through what seemed to be a magnificent rock structure, until they were below ground.

"Time to part ways," Dooku said harshly, and before Anakin could stop them, the Geonosians were wrestling you out of his arms. You made a soft noise, but remained insensate.

"No!" Anakin shouted, lunging forward to you, but Dooku quickly used the Force, shooting with his fingers a blue lightning at Anakin. The pain was excruciating—but in a moment, it was over. Anakin gasped for air. He'd never seen anyone use the Force in this manner before.

"No harm will come to her," Count Dooku said, and a look of impatience crossed his face. This reaction confused Anakin even more. "The same cannot be said, unfortunately, for you," Dooku continued, shooting Anakin with more Force lightning. Anakin's knees buckled and he fell to the ground, his eyes watering at the pain. When the lightning stopped, Anakin looked up just in time to see the Geonosians carrying your lifeless form out of sight.

"It's time for us to have a conversation," Count Dooku said menacingly, lifting Anakin's body with the Force. The Geonosians bound Anakin's hands behind his back in restraining cuffs, and Dooku pushed his body into what looked like a cell.

Anakin panted, hanging in his restraints. Count Dooku circled his form, studying him. Anakin didn't understand. Why was Dooku holding back? Why not kill him? Why carry on with him, in this way?

"I'm simply trying to understand," Count Dooku said aloud, as if answering Anakin's unspoken question. "What is it about you, Skywalker? Why are there so many whispers? Why must I preserve you?" Anakin didn't understand this speech. What was going on?

"Why are you killing senators?" Anakin responded cheekily, struggling as he hung, held by the ray shields that kept him vertical.

"And why is it so important," Dooku continued, as if he hadn't heard Anakin's interjection, "that I incapacitate your friend? Why must she be preserved, and yet blinded?" At this, Anakin was fully lost. His heart gave a pang as he thought of you, being led away by the bugs, your eyes rolling back into your head. Where were you, now? What kind of Force prison was your mind trapped in? Why did this keep happening to you, and more importantly, how?

"Ah," Dooku said, looking Anakin in the eye as he circled him. "More than a friend, perhaps? You are too forthright with your presence, Padawan. This is something you must learn to control, if you wish to be a Jedi Master. And yet..." Dooku looked away, as if looking somewhere else, into the future. "What if there is use for you, after all?"

"What do you mean?" Anakin burst out, unable to keep his curiosity to himself.

"What if I told you," Dooku said, his tone picking up in urgency, "that you could have what you desire? That under my mentorship, you could have more?" Anakin's insides squirmed.

"I want nothing to do with you," Anakin sneered clumsily.

"You could have her," Count Dooku continued, looking maniacal, and Anakin's heart panged once again, as if being tugged from the other end of the string. "The Jedi would never let you marry, but if you want the love of the one you seek..." Dooku sounded almost crazed, his eyes wide. "And you could have power—power beyond anything you have imagined. Together, you and I could destroy our enemies, and make things the way we want them." This speech tore through Anakin like a pact. How could this horrible, evil man in front of him say something that sounded so very much like what Anakin himself had said to you?

"I would never join you," Anakin said angrily, struggling in his restraints. Dooku seemed to come back to himself.

"Pity," Count Dooku responded, coming back to his civility, looking Anakin over in distaste. "That you will lose her, the one you love. Yes, I can feel it, Skywalker, I can feel the desire in your heart, the covetousness, the...despair." Anakin's stomach dropped to the floor. "A waste, that she will die, because you were too zealous in your commitment to this dying religion." At these words, Anakin screamed.

"What have you done with her?" Anakin shouted, wriggling in his restraints. "Let me out of here!! Bring her to me, now!!" Anakin yelled with as much Force command as he could muster, but it did nothing.

"You are so predictable," Count Dooku spat, "and you bore me." At this, Count Dooku hit Anakin again with more Force lightning, and the sound of his screams rang through the palace of rock.

When you came to, you found yourself collapsed on the ground of a small, semi-dark cell made out of orange rock. You were alone, you saw, as you sat up and rubbed your forehead. Where were you? What was happening? The last thing you remembered, you...

Dooku! you thought, and you gasped. You remembered arriving on Geonosis with Anakin, remembered walking through a dark hallway until...until you had been led into a dark hallway in your own mind. You remembered now. The presence you had encountered on Serenno, Dooku's own signature in the Force, had not turned and walked away this time. He had greeted you, had led you into his own trap. He had told you horrible things...horrible things about yourself, about Anakin, about the Jedi, about the Republic...and those horrible things had trapped you in a cage, your own consciousness keeping you prisoner. But now, as you tried to piece together that exchange, you couldn't remember. What had Count Dooku told you, in the Force? How had he imprisoned your mind?

You were shaking. You looked around, felt your belt, but saw that you had no lightsaber. Being without your weapon made you feel vulnerable, naked. You weren't even wearing Jedi clothes—you were still in the senator's garb, which was now dirtied and torn. You stood up, though you were still shaking and covered in cold sweat, and swept the cell, looking in all the corners, feeling with your fingers the place where the rock met the cold metal of the door. You tried to use the Force to open it, but it was no use. The thing wouldn't budge.

Just then, you heard the vaguest sound of a scream, like an echo of an echo, a tear in the fabric of the silence that surrounded you. It was like you felt the sound in your heart, rather than heard it with your ears. It was a familiar voice. It was Anakin.

"Anakin!" you yelled, and you banged on the metal of the door. You heard the sound of more screaming, and it brought tears to your eyes. What were they doing to him, to make him scream like that? Where was he? You had to get to him.

You paced the cell over and over, feeling every inch of the rock. You pushed with the Force as hard as you could, but the door wouldn't budge. It seemed impenetrable. You sighed, sweating, shaking your head back and forth. How were you and Anakin going to get out of this?

You paced in circles for an unknowable amount of time—how long had you been in here? There was no way of knowing. Your brain was buzzing with anxiety, and you paced and paced. Then, suddenly, mid-step, you felt movement. You felt something coming closer, through the Force. You felt someone approaching. The door opened.

"Anakin!" you exclaimed, half terrified, half relieved. In the split second you had to make the decision, you thought about trying to fight your way through the dozens of Geonosians you saw behind the door, all of them pointing their sonic blasters straight at your heart. But then you saw the condition Anakin was in—saw him being pushed forward into the cell, saw him falling forward to his knees, his arms restrained behind his back. You thought no more of fighting. Anakin could barely walk.

"Anakin," you breathed, kneeling next to him as the Geonosians slammed the door of the cell shut. It was dark, but you could just barely see his face, and you reached outward, touching his cheeks.

"Y/N, are you all right?" Anakin asked, and you saw that he was covered in sweat. He looked severely shaken, you noted, but you didn't see any bruises or lacerations, no signs of serious injury, and this calmed you.

"What? Yes, I'm fine," you said, hurriedly, "Anakin, what did they do to you? Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I'll fix it, I'll—"

"Are you sure you're all right? They didn't hurt you?" Anakin asked, his body drooping forward, but his eyes alert, looking you in the face, kneeling in front of you.

"Ani, I'm fine," you said quickly, shaking your head, "but Ani, look at you! What happened?"

"Nothing," Anakin said, crinkling his eyes in confusion, "Dooku didn't want anything from me. I don't understand..."

"Understand what?" you whispered, keeping your hands firmly on Anakin's face. He was here. Though your situation was desperate, though there seemed to be little hope of escape, you felt okay, felt wonderful, because Anakin was here in front of you, unharmed. You took in his whole form with your eyes, how sturdy and real he looked, and you felt whole in a way you couldn't describe. It was like the reality of your situation—how precious life was, how easy it might be to lose it—shattered every structure inside of you. You didn't remember, now, why you felt it so important to keep yourself far away from Anakin. Those reasons for not allowing yourself to express how you felt blew away in the wind like they were made of straw. You could no longer pretend you didn't feel the way you did. You felt like you could never let him leave your side again.

"I don't know. I don't know why Dooku has kept us alive. I don't know what he wants. It doesn't make sense." You nodded quickly, agreeing, but not fully caring. All you could feel was the relief—the relief that Anakin was okay and here with you, if even for one more moment.

"I don't know if we're going to make it out of this one, Ani," you said quietly, looking at the blue of Anakin's irises, and at these words, tears formed in the corners of your eyes. You felt the weight of the seaglass hanging on your chest. These words seemed to give Anakin new strength.

"I'll figure this out. I'll..." Anakin said, straightening on his knees, looking around the cell, trying to think. "I'll get us out of here. Don't be afraid, little flea."

"If I'm afraid to die," you breathed, quietly, "it's only because I'm afraid of being parted from you." Anakin, who had been looking all around the cell, distracted, suddenly snapped his face back to yours, furrowing his eyebrows, breathing in quickly.

"What?" he asked, not taking his eyes off you, looking confused.

"Ani, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, I—" you choked, the tears flowing freely now. You kept your hands on Anakin's cheeks, pulling him closer to you. "I was wrong. I didn't understand..." Both you and Anakin were breathing heavily, him hanging onto your every word. You felt in him a tidal wave in the Force, forming in his ocean, beginning to rise. "I thought I could live without you, if I was strong enough, but I was wrong. It isn't about strength, and I can't, I can't live without you near me, I can't take one more breath without telling you—"

But Anakin cut you off, pressing his lips to yours firmly, and you didn't object. You wrapped your arms around his face and head, and together, the two of you intertwined in the Force, your breath curling around his breath, your soul stringing together with his. The change was irreparable. There was no going back now. There was no going anywhere, not unless the two of you were together.

You communicated all of this in the kiss, and Anakin responded in kind, his waves crashing inside of him, waves of joy, of oneness, of passion. You felt as if the two of you might still be on Levangé—you were without a care for anything else, anything outside of the two of your bodies, your forms, your selves. The rest of it didn't matter. You were connected, and no matter who might try to attack you, no matter where you found yourselves, nothing mattered as long as this bond was held intact. The Force demanded this of you: that you worship the connection you had formed with Anakin, that you revere this bond with every breath, with every heartbeat.

Dizzy, you and Anakin broke apart. The smile on his face was unlike anything you'd ever seen, in any lifetime.

"I love you," you said breathlessly, your smile mirroring Anakin's, "is what I meant to say."

"I know," Anakin replied, his love for you beaming through the Force like the sun—burning always.

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rarepears · 9 months

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Listen, I know that in this house we Love and Respect Obi-Wan Kenobi, but what if when the empire started hunting down jedis, another master hid on a far-off world... and so Yue Qingyuan's shizun was Mace Windu. Spread the weirdness around a little.

You know what would make this even funnier? Mace Windu being the founder of Cang Qiong. He was the one to create the sect, decide how many peak lords there would be, was aware of the rumors painting Cang Qiong sect as being thousands of years old and did nothing to stop it (maybe he even encouraged it), and acted the shit out of being a "cultivator" instead of a jedi.

Guy is such a theater snob already - I can totally see this.

Oh and you bet that the Old Palace Master continued to look down on Cang Qiong and Mace for that dark skintone. Colorism never left the chat.

#svsss #svsss ideas #svsss au #mxtx #the scum villain's self saving system #yue qingyuan #mace windu #star wars #star wars idea #Mace Windu was the one to found Cang Qiong sect and teach Yue Qingyuan AU

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worst-ships-poll · 1 year

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competition info:

current bracket (will be updated as we go):

complete list of character names and their respective fandom under the readmore below.

submissions:

submit here: [google forms link]

submission rules: [tumblr post link]

SUBMISSIONS CLOSED!

poll info:

this poll is literally to cause tumblr drama because I’m bored. feel free to start discourse in tags or replies. I’m not a mod of my posts and I’m not monitoring my posts. do your thing.

reiterating this poll is for fun, and while I’ll try to keep it organized, I am not going out of my way to make a tumblr poll bracket I’m doing in my free time 100% bias-free or 100% optimized.

I reserve the right to add or remove ships to the initial bracket at my discretion, or to not answer all asks, or whatever else makes it more fun, short of actually changing results (I will let the people decide.) basically, if you have a problem with something about the way this competition is run, I don’t care.

I feel like this should go without saying but I do ascribe to the idea that some ships are inherently morally bad and deserve to be hated. I won’t post about all my opinions on the ships, but if a ship is predatory/offensive/has bigoted shippers I will join in calling it really bad, and I will not be accepting or starting anti/pro-shipper discourse here. it’s 2023, grow up and stop shipping incest.

polls will be posted in batches from their respective level on the bracket and will last a week before moving on to the next set. i.e. all of the first vs. polls will be posted at the same time until a week passes and they’re done, and then the winning ships will be noted and we’ll move on to the second level of the bracket and all of those polls will be up for a week, etc.

posts will be tagged via batches (”batch 1“, “batch 2″, etc), ships, and fandom.

I will be trying to seed it properly based on ship prestige, number of submissions, and common sense. if you have an issue with it after all of that, send a text form complaint to 1-800-YOUR-MOM to file necessary feedback.

full list of ships and characters with their fandoms and rankings:

(struck out listings are ships that have lost in the bracket so far)

1. Dean Winchester/Castiel from Supernatural

2. Kylo Ren/Rey from the Star Wars sequel trilogy

3. Ciel Phantomhive/Sebastian Michaelis from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

4. Midoriya Izuku/Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia

5. Thor Odinson/Loki Laufeyson from Marvel/MCU

6. Keith Kogane/Lance McClain from Voltron Legendary Defender

7. Merlin/Arthur Pendragon from Merlin BBC

8. Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf

9. Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian from Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

10. Pannacotta Fugo/Giorno Giovanna from JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind

11. Sam WInchester/Gabriel from Supernatural

12. Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter from you know what

13. Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester from Supernatural

14. Tony Stark/Steve Rogers from Marvel/MCU

15. Axel/Roxas from Kingdom Hearts

16. Edward Cullen/Bella Swan from Twilight

17. Onceler/Onceler from The Lorax

18. GeorgeNotFound/Dream from Minecraft Youtubers fandom

19. Rhaenyra Targaryen/Daemon Targaryen from House of the Dragon

20. Kaeya Alberich/Diluc Ragnvindr from Genshin Impact

21. Alina Starkov/The Darkling from Grishaverse/Shadow and Bone

22. Tony Stark/Stephen Strange from Marvel/MCU

23. Blackbeard/Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death

24. Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura from Naruto

25. Dirk Strider/Jake English from Homestuck

26. Dabi/Hawks from My Hero Academia

27. Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth from Ace Attorney

28. Catra/Adora from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

29. Sans/Toriel from Undertale

30. Jack Zimmermann/Eric “Bitty” Bittle from OMG Check, Please!

31. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze from Star Wars: The Clone Wars

32. Kai/Lloyd Garmadon from Ninjago

rankings was done via a combination of counting the number of submissions and balancing fandom/ship popularity and/or exposure. ship names for the bracket image were found via websearching, I did my best to find accurate or relevant ship names for all of them when applicable.

#poll #competition #pinned post #worst ships tumblr poll 2023

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arolou · 1 year

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(lonely) like a castaway

Relationship: Obi-Wan & Anakin

Rating: T

Word Count: ~2.2k

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The first time a member of the Jedi Council referred to him as Master Kenobi, a pleased thrill had gone through Obi-Wan’s body, gratified after twelve long years of hard work and uncertainty. The circumstances are hardly what Obi-Wan would have chosen, but there’s no question that Knighthood is a welcome position to have gained.

Truthfully, Obi-Wan has spent the better part of his life feeling useless and small, so to be looked on with some measure of respect feels pretty damn good.

Obi-Wan’s new apprentice, he quickly learns, has a knack for turning things on their head, for breaking them down until they’re nothing but incongruous parts, and this is no exception. Because it’s barely two weeks before the words Master Kenobi have lost all meaning and Obi-Wan begins fantasizing about changing his name.

It’s just—it’s all he ever hears. Night and day, rain or shine, training or at rest, Anakin’s high-pitched little voice chatters about Master Kenobi this and Master Kenobi that and Did you see that speeder, Master Kenobi? How fast do you reckon it was going?

Or: Obi-Wan gets used to having a Padawan.

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canichangemyblogname · 2 years

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Did the Jedi kidnap and groom kids? And did the Organas kidnap Leia?

Short answer: no

There is no evidence to suggest Jedi kidnapped kids. In canon, we only ever see the Jedi take in kids with parental permission. The only people who kidnap kids are the Sith and the bounty hunters they hire to do it.

There’s also zero evidence that any of the parents were pressured in any way to allow their children to be taken in by the Order. There’s no indication that the Jedi strong-armed them in any way. There’s no indication that it was anything but the parent's own willing choice.

Cad Bane stole kids from parents who told the Jedi, "no." Those kids were still with their parents because the Jedi respected that. When Ahsoka hands Roo Roo Page (the little Gungan girl) over to her mother and says, “Your daughter is safe now," there’s zero indication that she’s going to be a Jedi in the future. And in the Bardotten storyline, where people did accuse the Jedi of being kidnappers, the Jedi stopped going there. They haven’t been there in a long time because they respect when people told them, "no." X

In fact, you were free to leave. Ahsoka left. Dooku left. Many more unnamed Jedi left between AOTC and ROTS. And if you didn't have the stuff to become a Jedi knight, they either helped reunite you with your family or found you a place/job within the Order. Although, at this point, that decision was up to the kids themselves.

Even Anakin had his mother's permission. And Shmi was going to do everything in her power to get her magical space child out of that life and off that planet. If you don't think she didn't see an opportunity when Qui Gon stepped foot in her house, you'd be wrong. Shmi discussed these things with Qui Gon, and she wanted her son out of there.

The only one who did any grooming was Sidious. Anakin wanted. He wanted power and he wanted more. He wanted to indulge and despite his training did not show restraint. Sidious continuously drove a wedge between the Order and Anakin. The council seat? The trust issues?

Yah, the Council, specifically, fucked up. They were blinded by the war and their own hubris. This gave Anakin reason to doubt them, and Sidious took that doubt and capitalized off it. But the Order was not in the business of kidnapping and grooming, and there is no evidence that they could ever override parental consent.

And whenever I ask for examples, people always point to Obi Wan lying about Anakin being dead or Yoda lying about Rako Hardeen. And these aren't examples of grooming. Were they mistakes? Yes. The council made a lot of those. They were not, however, examples of grooming.

Was Bail, Padmé's close friend and confidant, present for the birth of the twins? Yes. Did he kidnap Leia? No.

Bail and Breha were existing candidates for adoption who were essentially approached with the opportunity to adopt one of two children. They chose to take in the girl.

In the interest of privacy and Leia's safety, Leia's birth records and parentage are sealed. It is a closed adoption. Bail and Breha Organa incur no legal obligation to involve or inform the biological family. They also incur no obligation to tell Leia about the specifics of her parentage. Although, it's clear she knows she's adopted and they've talked about that (the "You ARE an Organa" conversation plus her shit cousin).

With a closed adoption, she could technically be anyone's kid, and that's important.

That's how closed adoption works. Bail and Breha Organa were already candidates for adoption. They were already looking into and talking about and going through the process of adoption. They don't send case workers to an adoptive parent's house every month or week for the rest of that kid's life.

But, sure, let's say we involve the courts. The imperial courts overseen by the imperial law at this time, under the Emperor. Make it public and let a court and observers and witnesses know that Padmé gave birth. Let the Emperor and thus Darth Vader know and then see what actual kidnapping looks like (we do see this is Kenobi, btw).

Let's not settle this quietly between the families so as few people as possible know.

There is no evidence to suggest that nothing was discussed with the Naberries or that they were excluded from this. We don't get to see them settle things legally out-of-court because no-one wants to watch a movie that's now 3 extra hours longer because we get to see Obi Wan, Yoda, and Bail sit in a small room with Ruwee and Jobal Naberrie and Own and Beru Lars while they all hashed out the details of the adoption.

But given that Padmé loved her home and family and given she was ecstatic about the pregnancy and given she was very close with Naboo Leadership and her handmaidens and given she visited home frequently enough, something tells me her family knew.

They had to have her body prepared for burial. They knew.

Hell, the mortician knew.

Padmé did not give birth on Mustafar. Obi Wan takes her to a medical center where she gives birth on Polis Massa. Bail Organa and Yoda are there. We don't know how much time passes between Padmé giving birth and when they arrive on Naboo- and then began discussing where the kids would go.

They arrived on Naboo before deciding where the kids would go. Meaning, Luke and Leia were on Naboo before they were ever on Alderaan or Tatooine.

There is a procession. Padmé lies in state. The Queen comes to pay her respects. That funeral was no small logistical feat. Something like that takes lots of planning and a decent amount of time to plan for. There's nothing to suggest things weren't discussed during this time.

There's also nothing to suggest that they didn't call and discuss this with the Naberries and Lars even before arriving on Naboo. They had to inform someone of their incoming arrival. They probably let the family know they were on their way, and they began preparation immediately.

Hell, it's not even like Obi Wan just popped up on Tatooine and plopped Luke in the Lars' hands either. They were clearly waiting for him.

There are a lot of conversations that happen off-screen that we were not privy to. These do not need to be expressly shown for them to still have happened. Some thing in text are implied.

I'm sure there were pre discussions before the Organa's got involved. And I'm sure that the Naberries were involved in some respect. And the discussion would have centered around the twin's safety. Luke goes to the outer-most reaches of the galaxy to a planet Anakin hates and a family he barely wanted anything to do with after the death of his mother. This way he can avoid detection. Leia has a closed adoption- she could be 'anyone's' kid then- into a family where she is protected by guards and an army and the Senate. This way she has protection.

Also, the Lars and Organa's wishes on parenting would be respected. And if they were "well within their rights" to tell Obi Wan to piss off, then that means they actually had a legal right to parent them. Which would not be the case if either family had kidnapped the kids.

The law at this time is Palpatine. Force sensitive children, or children of interest (which Anakin's are), are taken and never seen again. I cannot stress that enough. That is what two political refugees who just experienced the genocide of their people, religion, and culture are up against as they try and find a safe place for Luke and Leia- who are also force sensitive and who's father was a part of this religious cultural group until he died (or so Obi Wan and Yoda believed).

Also, Naboo is literally Palpatine's home planet. Neither of the twins would have been there. Especially given that the Naberrie family would have been a family of interest given their significance to Anakin Skywalker. Also, if I remember correctly, Sheev Palpatine was a close friend of the Naberrie family.

A sudden baby on Naboo, when everyone knew the former Queen and current Senator was pregnant-- in the Naberrie household at that-- would have been obvious. People would have noticed. People would have known that's Padmé's (and Anakin's) child.

The Emperor knew Padmé was having a child (child, singular), and a girl at that. And the Emperor knew that child was also Anakin's. Everyone would have known who that new baby in that household belonged to when there was only one person pregnant at the time in that family. Someone who was very much in the public eye.

And they would have especially known given that she would have looked like the late Senator and former Queen.

But on Alderaan, with a closed adoption, she could literally be any orphan with any parentage.

If anything, this was all a result of poor writing and a lack of vision on who the characters were and where their stories were supposed to go. Star Wars has a lot of plot holes in it.

So, we don't know for sure that Padmé's family wasn't told anything because they just weren't given screen time. Because Padmé was sidelined as a character. This means her entire story was sidelined too because George just decided to kill her off.

But not everything needs to be expressly told to the viewer for us to know this happened or infer it happened.

#Leia Organa #Bail Organa #Breha Organa #And because I know #someone's gonna say:#'What? So you think Bail Organa is perfect?'#No #He voted for the creation of the clone army #he's far from perfect #but Leia was not his mistake #Jedi Order

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🔥 + those new star wars shows

i feel like it's not an unpopular opinion that disney star wars is like, bad, and we're very over saturated with sw content rn. but let's go one by one for disney era sw shows, yeah?

rebels (2014-2018): okay i love rebels. nuthin to say here. it's not perfect but overall, a good fun time. good fun characters. love it.

forces of destiny (2017-2018): meh. the animation is meh, but i liked most of the padme ones, and i liked the ones where the girls from different franchises interact, like leia and sabine and jyn. i like the concept, but overall was underwhelmed. but for what it was it's fine.

resistance (2018-2020): i don't really have an opinion on resistance. i watched a few episodes when it first came out but it didn't really pull me in. so i'm neutral on it, but it's sequel era so auto hate i guess. but not really. it's fine.

galaxy of adventures (2018-2020): best animation in star wars. oh and it's narrated by dante basco? incredible. love it.

the mandalorian (2019-present): hate. i liked the first season cuz i liked baby yoda (he's cute!), and i liked pedro pascal becoming daddy™, but then season 2 was just bad. the best part was them getting temuera morrison back as boba fett, but we all know how that turned out. and season 3 was simply intolerable. even characters i used to sort of like i now hate with a firey passion. like bo katan?? hate her. why is she so young?? and here's the real unpopular opinion, i HATE baby yoda. like he's not even cute to me anymore i literally just hate him with the passion of a thousand firey suns. i think it's the combo of over saturation plus the absolute STUPIDNESS that was his "arc" in the book of boba fett, but kill that little green old man with fiiiiiire 🔥🔥🔥. i didn't even care about the order 66 stuff with him, it was just so stupid. the best part was my boy kelleran beq. but i do respect the hell out of pedro pascal for being like, the highest paid voice actor in hollywood. like he's barely in the suit anymore but literally get that bread 🤑🤑🤑

jedi temple challenge (2020): i cannot belieeeeeeeeeve that when i look up "star wars shows" wikipedia has every fucking show listed EXCEPT jedi temple challenge. THE AUDACITY. THE DISRESPECT. jedi temple challenge is a star wars game show based on game shows like "legends of the hidden temple" from back in the day, and it's an absolute delight. AND it brought ahmed best (jar jar binks) back into star wars. and he did such a good job and you can tell he had such a fun time doing it. kelleran beq my absolute BELOVED. y'all think you love him but none of you love him like i do. also SAM WITWER??! frank oz?? zakai "the dark side is a little bitch" you absolute fucking legend? incredible, no notes. i wish there were a thousand seasons.

the bad batch (2021-present): hate. #unwhitewashthebadbatch. also, it's boring. i just don't care.

visions (2021-present): best thing that's happened to star wars in 20 years. love forever ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

the book of boba fett (2021-2022): HATE. IT'S JUST SOOOOOOOO BAD. HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO MY BOY????? temuera morrison deserved sooooooooooo much better. and don't even TALK to me about what they've done to my son, luke jskywalker. fake luke skywalker. jake skywalker. terrible. hate hate hate.

obi wan kenobi (2022): my beloved. has done nothing wrong in their life, i know this and i love them. (except for what they've done to my boy the grand inquisitor. and fifth brother. but we don't talk about that.) genuinely so surprised that it was as good as it was, seeing the state of star wars live action before it. but i've never been so grateful that dave felony does not care about obi wan as a character, and therefore does not feel the need to rub his greedy little hands all over him. deborah chow did such a good job protecting the integrity of the characters imo. i would have been happier if it was just sad man alone in the desert, hallucinating anakin and house hunting with force ghost qui gon, but i've since gotten over that. i loved baby leia and the organas. also i don't think this is an unpopular opinion but KATHLEEN KENNEDY IS A LITTLE BITCH FOR CANCELLING S2 BUT GREENLIGHTING A REY MOVIE THAT NO ONE WANTS. ESPECIALLY when ewan/hayden/jimmy were all on board. she's number one on my hit list tbh. but if that was all we had it was enough. better to die a hero than live long enough to see yourself become a villain, and all that.

andor (2022-present): rogue one is the best thing that star wars has ever done imo, and andor is andor: a rogue one story, so it's great. but i fucking hate polldark cereal man. he's so fucking annoying. every time he is on screen i am throwing things at my tv. i don't even know his name, sibil, maybe? anyway, he's fucking stupid. taking away valuable screen time from my beloveds and for what? and he's just so boring. he's not even an interesting fascist like dedra (who i really only like because of the actress's incredible performance in "under the banner of heaven"). but anyway he's the worst. unpopular opinion is that mon mothma is sooo valid for selling her daughter to satan for one corn chip. go off queen.

tales of the jedi (2022-present): stupid. you can't even have continuity in your own canon? get it together dave, christ alive. i wanted to like it but, meh. i did like the rex, ahsoka, anakin one, because it's peak anakinnuttery and he's literally so insane i love it.

young jedi adventures (2023-present): adorable. you're killing it babies. high republic is fun. all the gold drip is fun. and the little riyo chuchi pantoran with the purple lightsaber is adorable. the eps are whatever, but it's literally made for 3 year olds, so it's great.

ahsoka (2023): it's so terrible i can't even speak. my expectations were low but man they wow'd me with how bad it was. first bitchy thing: ewan's new wife as hera was even more terrible than i was expecting. i can't think of a single thing i liked, except sabine a little, but that is for lesbian reasons and i cannot be held accountable for that. the rampant love for shin is soooooooo transparent. like i don't even dislike her, i like her just fine, but come on. and cgi hayden?? are you kidding me?? he looked SOOOOOOOO terrible are y'all for real?? i knew it was gonna be bad but damn. biggest takeaway was that whoever was in charge of the sound editing should be SHOT. it was so bad and sooooooo distracting. it took me right out.

huh. i guess overall i don't hate as many as i thought. but still, the ones i hate i really hate, and waaaaaaaaaaaaay too many. i'd sell them all to satan (except kenobi) for one corn chip.

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when the skies catch fire │ch. 25

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She paces.

Bo-Katan, Padmé, Neha, and Ahsoka are seated around the conference table, but Satine remains standing. It’s as though every neuron in her body is firing, all at once. She can’t process anything but three words.

Maul has Obi-Wan.

She should have known Maul’s mysterious disappearance from Mandalore wouldn’t be permanent. She should have known.

Satine glances at Padmé, and she is reminded of the advice she’d given her friend not even an hour earlier:

You have to find a way to forgive yourself.

Satine breathes in deeply.

Then she turns back to the table, stepping toward it. She places her hands upon the wooden surface and leans forward.

“Was this a trap from the beginning?”

Bo-Katan answers immediately. “It doesn’t appear so. There’s no indication that Maul and his sham government have any idea we’re smuggling children off Mandalore.”

“What’s more likely is that Maul felt Obi-Wan’s presence,” adds Ahsoka. “The safe house where the younglings were hiding is intact - if the government had known about our operation, the younglings would have been dead before we reached them.”

Satine nods. “Tell me what happened.”

“We were ambushed,” snarls Bo-Katan, pushing back from the table and standing, clearly agitated. “We were at the port - we were close.”

Ahsoka adds, “I got the children aboard while Obi-Wan engaged Maul. Bo gave us cover.” She lowers her head for a second before looking up. “We didn’t even have fumes to run on,” says Ahsoka. “After Mustafar, Obi-Wan could barely breathe. And he was injured. He gave everything he had, but it wasn’t enough.”

Bo-Katan glares at no one in particular from across the conference room. “He shouldn’t have had to give his all. We didn’t pick up any chatter that Maul had returned. We missed it.”

“Our network might not be extensive enough,” admits Satine. “We need to work on getting access to someone in the upper levels of the government.” She straightens, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’ll need that intel if we have any chance of getting to Obi-Wan.” Then she turns to Bo. “You know Maul’s headspace better than any of us here. What does he want with Obi-Wan?”

Bo-Katan scoffs. “Honestly? Maul will want to play with him, not kill him. The latter would certainly be kinder.”

Satine winces. Then she steadies herself. “But this gives us time.”

“If Kenobi can hold out,” says Bo-Katan.

“He’s not going to give us away, if that’s what you’re implying,” says Satine, her tone a warning.

Bo-Katan’s expression softens. “I know he won’t,” she says quietly. “I meant if he can survive. Maul’s a Sith. Their brand of torture is one I’d rather not think about.”

Satine grips the edge of the table.

Bo-Katan seems to notice. She walks over to Satine. “There are a couple of members of Death Watch I can target. Without their help, we won’t know where Kenobi is being held, and any attempt to go after him would be suicidal. Give me some time, and I’m confident I can make them turn on Maul.”

“How much time?” asks Satine.

Bo-Katan puts on her helmet. “I guess we’ll see.”

---

Small victories turn into larger ones: they manage to scavenge enough funds to buy the freighter and shuttle Chewbacca had rented. He dubs them the Ghost and the Phantom, respectively, after a successful run to Jakuu, during which he’d evaded Imperial ships with uncanny ease to rendezvous with the taala who’d abandoned the Dantooine base before Satine and Obi-Wan had found it.

The arrival of the Mandalorian Force-sensitives nearly brings Satine to her knees. There’s roughly twenty of them, all of different ages - the oldest is just younger than Satine, while the youngest is perhaps three standard years. It had taken so long to track them down.

And now they are safe.

One of them, a human woman about five standard years Satine’s junior, reveals to Satine that she had given birth to a Force-sensitive child. Satine asks her all the questions she’d been gathering inside. Getting answers is like removing the weight of gravity, and she moves easier and lighter after that.

But despite this - despite the ships Bo-Katan steals and despite the new recruits who arrive and fill the base with the hum of a hive - they remain in the dark about Obi-Wan. They find nothing on his location.

Nothing on what he is being forced to endure.

Perhaps not knowing is a blessing, Satine thinks one night, wrapped in sheets that no longer smell like him.

And that scares her most of all.

---

Padmé becomes the surrogate mother for all the refugee children. When they are not training with their teachers, they follow her, often in a line. Satine is reminded of youngling swans, imprinted upon their mother. She can’t remember ever seeing Padmé so happy, even while grieving the loss of her own children; this role, even more so than Queen or Senator, seems to be where her soul is.

Satine enters her third trimester. She tries not to think about the milestones Obi-Wan has missed; of course, this makes her think of them more.

Eventually, she realizes she has to prepare herself for giving birth without him by her side.

---

When the skies catch fire during a lonely sunset, Soléa Kryze Kenobi becomes the first of the children born into the Rebel Alliance. She takes her first breaths in a med bay that had become fully functional only a standard week prior.

Satine is assisted through the birth by a midwife who’d arrived the day before. Padmé, Ahsoka, and Bo-Katan are by her side.

She holds Obi-Wan in her heart and their daughter in her arms.

---

Though the birth goes smoothly, there is healing to be done, both physical and mental. This is facilitated - and thwarted - by the all too familiar blue of Soléa’s eyes, and the copper of her hair.

The physical healing is accomplished quickly.

Satine makes no progress on the mental component.

---

Just over four standard weeks after Soléa’s arrival, Bo-Katan returns. And this time, she comes with news Satine has been searching for.

“I’ve found him,” Bo-Katan says. She hands Satine his lightsaber, proof that her information is good. “He’s being moved erratically to make him difficult to find, but right now he’s in the cell block where they kept you.”

So Satine pulls on the Mandalorian armor once more and boards her sister’s ship, Ahsoka by her side.

---

The door to his cell hisses opens. The words echo from months past:

“Here to do more of your master’s bidding?” she snarls.

“I do my own bidding.”

Satine nearly faints.

Obi-Wan is unconscious, lying on his side but facing her, chest only ever so slightly rising and falling. His tunic - or what remains of it - is mere scraps of fabric, much of it bloodstained. His muscles have atrophied; his ribs are visible even from a distance.

Satine rushes toward him, dropping to her knees.

She reaches out to grasp his shoulder but jerks her hand back when she sees the blood there - and everywhere. Leaning over him, she gets her first view of his back. She nearly retches.

Every inch of it is marred with bloody gashes, layers upon layers of wounds. None have been allowed to heal.

“Ben,” she breathes.

She caresses his face, the only part of him that seems safe to touch.

Obi-Wan’s eyes flitter open, then closed, and then open again.

He smiles. Then, as though a bolt of lightning has coursed through him, his body jolts back and tenses.

“No,” he moans, shutting his eyes tightly. “No,” he says again, writhing as much as his broken body will allow. “You were safe. You can’t be - ”

Satine shakes her head. “I am safe, Obi. I’m here to get you to safety, too!”

He doesn’t seem to understand her. “You can’t be - you can’t be.”

She swears her soul shakes at that moment. She understands - Obi-Wan thinks he is in some sort of fiery purgatory.

And now Satine has joined him.

Suddenly, he is still. Satine follows his eyes to her flat abdomen.

“It was such a beautiful dream,” he whispers, voice cracking. He tries to lift a hand, as if to brush a finger against Satine’s midriff.

Satine brushes a tear from the corner of his eye. “It wasn’t a dream, Obi,” she says. “You’ve been here so long…” Her throat tightens. “You missed the birth of our daughter.”

“Léa?” he asks weakly.

Satine nods, blinking excess moisture and sweat away from her eyes. “Our daughter. Soléa. She’s a month old, Obi-Wan. I have to get you out of here so you can meet her.”

But he’s gone again, eyes rolled back.

“You can’t be here. You were safe!” His breath hitches.

It’s clear he can’t be moved like this, not in this state. Satine reaches for her belt and a narcotic syringe given to her by Odessa. She finds a bare bit of skin near his deltoid and jams the needle into the muscle.

“Stars willing, you’ll be in a bacta tank when you wake up,” Satine murmurs. She feels his muscles relax as the narcotics begin to work through his system.

Then she sits back on her heels and takes a deep breath.

She reaches out to the Force, like holding a hand out to catch the rain as it falls from a roof. And she remembers the lessons she’s learned - from Obi-Wan, from Neha, from Ahsoka, and from the taala.

Footsteps echo down the hallway, and suddenly Ahsoka skids past the door. She backpedals and a beat later, she’s at Satine’s side.

“How the kriff are you doing that?” she hisses. “I can’t feel your life force - or his.”

“It’s a shield,” says Satine. “I can’t hold it for long, so we have to move quickly.”

Because once Maul doesn’t feel Obi-Wan, he’ll come investigate. And we need to be off the surface of the planet by then.

Ahsoka takes in Obi-Wan’s state and swears again.

“He’s alive,” says Satine. “But just barely.”

Ahsoka helps lift Obi-Wan, placing one of his arms over Satine’s shoulders and the other over hers.

“That’s all we need,” says Ahsoka, and they pull him forward.

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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2 - Little Padme

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Part 3

Kenobi's Future

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My mother once said that if you're first child was an angel at a young age then your next would be the worst. Like a little crazy kid always getting into trouble. If I could have a conversation with my mother about her grandchildren. I would tell her she was completely wrong. Kiera was such an easy kid until after she turned fourteen, that's when she changed. Kiera is the wild one and little Padme is the little angel. Locking up my lightsaber I moved my robe entering the living room to see it covered with stuffed animals and some princess stuff. Obi-wan is sitting on the floor legs crossed bowing his head as she stands moving his lightsaber from one shoulder to the other. Padme has her hair loose wearing her red cloak we had bought her so she could outside and not get sand everywhere. Along with a small tiera on her head that we had bought from an Ewalk for ten credits for her birthday last year. "What's going on here, you two?" I asked where she aims her father's lightsaber at me sternly so I raised my hands up in surrender still smiling at her.

"State your name for the notes. I need a - witness - to see the - corner-ation. Am I saying it right, mommy?" She tilts her head to the side, shifting around on her feet. Lowering my hands I slowly bent down on a knee to be at her level. My hair is loose with two strands braided together. "Almost right sweetheart. But it's actually Coronation. So what do I call you tonight?" Padme taps her fingers on her chin in thought finally answering. "Princess Padme...now rise mommy. Daddy bend a knee." She waved the lightsaber between us and we immediately do as told. Everytime either of the girls would play pretend we would spend the whole day doing what they said. Padme's favorite game is hide and seek. Kiera would insist on practicing Jedi tricks for most of the day. "I name you daddy, the royal protector of my kingdom." He smiled up at her with his blue eyes getting to his feet. "I happily accept, Princess." He replied making her smile even bigger.

Launching forward towards her I pretend to be a monster coming to attack her castle fort of pillows. "Ragh!" Obi-wan suddenly picked her up, carrying her on his shoulders running away from me as I chased the pair. The tiny house filled with laughter until there's loud knocking at the front door. "Who could be out here?" He asked sitting our daughter on her feet, he takes his lightsaber from her hands. Slowly turning the doorknob we're met with Owen standing on our doorstep. "Ben, May. I just came from town and I thought you'd like to know Kiera was there." Pushing past my husband's shoulder I raised my voice at the farmer and protector of Luke. "She was. Where exactly!" The man folds his arms across himself, staring over my shoulder at little Padme who went to play with her stuffed animals. "Where the ships dock. I only knew it was her because she accidentally bumped into me looking for a ship with a Wookie as a pilot I believe." Obi-wan and I stared at each other. He reaches out with his freehand thanking the farmer quietly closing the door.

"Mommy. Daddy, can we watch the sunset together?" Padme's voice breaks the two of us from our shared focus. She holds a toy lizard to her chest with a tiny smile. Obi-wan heads for our bedroom rummaging around through some crates for his dessert clothes. "Daddy has to get some food. But I'll stay and watch with you, Pad." Her smile falls a little but she agrees going to grab her coat and boots. Slumping my shoulders I lean in the doorway of our bedroom watching him put on his brown Jedi robe. He hooked his blaster underneath the robe instead of carrying his lightsaber. "We should stop lying to her. She'll figure it out since her sister literally crawled through the window this morning you know?" He glanced over his shoulder finishing the last knot on his boots. I plopped down on the foot of the bed beside him sighing. "I wish we didn't have to...I wish she would just realize we aren't trapping her here Obi." He leans his head against mine, draping an arm over my shoulders. "She wants to explore, darling. She doesn't want to stay on this planet, even though we'd like her to do just that." I hate to think he's right. I honestly don't know why I didn't think this would happen. Four years ago her whole life changed when her and her cousin Leia got captured.

Obi-wan lifts his head finally looking me in the eye. He tucks some hair behind my ear resting his forehead against mine. Our lives had changed from us living in a cave to then moving into an actual house. Granted we're still a ways from town, we still take the girls there every once in awhile. Sometimes I have dreams of what could have happened if Anakin hadn't turned or Order 66 never happened. That the girls would have grown up in the Temple most likely. That Luke and Leia would get to know their parents instead of just dreaming who they were. Tiny foosteps entered down the hallway where we broke away seeing Padme waiting for me. Obi and I get to our feet and he whispered into my ear. "I'll bring her home. Don't you worry, Y/n." Nodding my head we watched him leave from the front door. Padme squeezes my hand looking up sadly. "Sissy in danger isn't she?" I bend down picking her up in my arms moving around the house so we could get a clear view of the sunset. "No babygirl. Not danger. She's just - making some bad choices is all. Don't you worry your father and I will handle it." She lays her head in the crook of my neck falling asleep when the last bit of the sunset light goes down.

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