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newswcanonprompts · 4 years

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prompt #23 - Disaster Lineage Chaos!!

Obi-Wan is dad/brother

Yoda is troll grandpa.

Troll grandpa ships Obitine and that’s the tea. He wants the chaos.

He also drives like a maniac and shares funny stories about the Jedi, he is the source of all the clones' gossip

They (the lineage) all have him on speed dial

If Qui-Gon hadn’t died, dooku wouldn’t have fallen (but dooku’s fate is up to you!)

Anakin is a good person in here! (yessss that’s all I ever ask from a fanfic)

Dooku, face to face with yoda: no, dad!

The Clones, in the back: DAD???

The clones, filming this: CHECK THIS HE CALLED HIM DAD???? WHAT

Obi-Wan, watching: grandad, please -

The Clones: GRANDAD

cody: he said grandad

rex: he said grandad??

dooku, fighting obi wan: no, guard goes up higher!

dooku: honestly, did qui gon teach you nothing?!

Dooku: are you sleeping enough? Maybe you should eat more meat, let me send you some money for -

Obi-Wan: grandad please not now

Dooku: do not sass your grandfather

obi wan, kidnapped: "im calling grandpa!" *accidentally group calls the whole fam* “whoops”. (yoda, dooku, ventress, anakin, ahsoka, feemor come barging in).

Dooku frequently kidnaps members of the lineage to catch up or forced vacation if they look bad. He often targets Obi-Wan.

And then calls the council to berate them about not taking better care of its members.

dooku and anakin would like putting on the front that they don't like each other but like,,,dooku will kidnap his great-grandson and obi goes on a 'rescue mission' and finds them sniping at each other over sabacc

Dooku “kidnapping” padme and just giving her a vacation on Serenno

Dooku kidnaps Satine and Obi-Wan and locks them in a mansion (he can afford better than a wardrobe, thanks) until they handle The Tension ™

And has the rest of the fam outside cheering them on

And ready with cameras for when they come out

Anakin would totally be in on this

He’d lure obi-wan in

Yeah Anakin and Ahsoka decided their dad deserved the holiday (and Satine) and helped Grandad.

They just went "Hey grandad called and said he's sick" and Obi-Wan goes no second thoughts

obi wan sees satine and they realize it’s a set up

they are okay with this

*the lineage being in the middle of a fight* (it’s really just yoda fussing over dooku and dooku fussing over obi-wan.

Yoda, facing Dooku in the clone wars: eat enough you do not

Dooku: dad not now

Obi-Wan: well i think that-

Dooku: you haven't been sleeping, are you sick? Come let me check your temperature, you're sick, I knew it! This is what the Senate does, nothing good comes of it, I've always said so -

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is being carried off like a child to his ship

he’s looking into the camera, like, “this might as well happen”. Yoda is smug. He probably planned it.

someone videotaping all the drama, mace windu just chilling watching the drama, staying out of it

'peace talks' are are happening and dooku is just trying to be grandpa to obi wan while mace is like, “this shit isn’t my problem”

It's all just "oh force grandad NO"

"I have this under control"

"grandad-"

"follow the plan"

Also, Anakin, Ahsoka and Dooku totally start a slave rebellion together under the guise of a kidnapping.

Dooku loves his grandkids.

"darling Ahsoka seems to have grown so much, give her this, she should like it, it's designed for her"

"grandad please"

"and this is for Anakin, that boy can wear his leather"

"grandad you're still on my ship"

He also loves to guilt them when they don’t visit.

'you never bring my great-great-grandpadawan to see me'

'it's like you don't love me anymore anakin'

obi wan having enough of the bullshit and going to the only sane member of this family - no one can figure out who that is (or find obi wan) until they remember feemor

Feemor downs his pint and rolls his eyes

"what now"

ride or die family type of thing

you can fight within the family but you're still family and that's ride or die

They all love each other, and will go looking for each other.

Dooku gets kidnapped and Obi-Wan and Feemor go get him because not their grandad thank you give him back or they will sic Hondo on you.

Obi-Wan loves his grandad, he really does. He just exasperates him sometimes.

Obi-Wan's most used word around Dooku is just " - grandad.".

Dooku does anything and Obi-Wan is like "grandad. Please. Grandad no."

"grandad give me my men back"

"grandad my son has a secret wife"

"Excuse me grandad, I never actually married mine" (pause) "what do you MEAN I should have?!"

"grandad NO"

*hangs up*

- an exchange caught by Cody, over holo

Jedi chosen family: Obi-Wan, who the vod’e are just starting to get used to hearing call Dooku 'grandad', meets up with some crèchemates and goes "please ignore my brother Quinlan he is an Idiot but we still love him"

and then luminara pushes him out of a moving vehicle

obi wan introducing his men to his creche mates/siblings. also niece aayla

Aayla and Anakin are cousins

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shierak-inavva · 4 years

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please ma'am i would like to know more about this 'obi wan gets sent to protect padme' au pls 👀

ok so like, i’ve talked about this on twitter and i am gonna bring it here:

basically, my biggest gripe with the AOTC plot is why in the heck did a PADAWAN get sent on a high profile mission like protecting former queen and senator from naboo Padmé Amidala? even palpatine, at the beginning of the movie, mentions ‘master kenobi’ by name as a suggestion for a guard for padmé (and yes we know why, but still) so i went ahead and imagined a ‘what if’ for obi-wan getting sent instead of anakin—since on top of being a ‘familiar’ face that padmé AND her handmaidens trust and who already is a known name on naboo, obi-wan also already has bodyguarding experience under his belt.

now, factoring in that anakin stays at the temple for a bit and obi-wan DOES get like 3 days of vacation for the first time in....his life....then he gets a few days of just actually RESTING--in varykino, of all places, and with padme, who would literally let him rest anyway. so obi-wan gets a mini vacay. he gets to relax in one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy and padmé does, too--they talk about the battle of theed, about the senate, the jedi, about qui-gon, and for a little while obi-wan and padmé both get to just...breathe, and be...people. which is nice, and which tbqfh they both deserve.

there might not be a floating pear at dinner but there would be padmé watching him go through lightsaber forms in the early morning sun (either shirtless or yknow in some light clothes because fuck you i said so)

there's no balcony kiss, but there are some very lingering glances and smiles when the other isn't looking and some 'accidental' hand brushing...because they would ABSOLUTELY be slow-burn. obi-wan and padmé are both adults at this point, and both of them have obligations, obi-wan even moreso. but he's already known what attraction (physical and emotional) is like, what romantic emotions are like--he's not incapable of these things, he’s just reserved about them because he understands them, but his jedi teachings dictate restraint, and release. satine was still a figure in his life--he just made a choice, in the end, and do i think he regrets it? i think here and there he thinks about it, but i don’t think he fully feels regret over it by the time AOTC takes place. i think that comes later, when he sees her again during the clone wars.

now on naboo with padmé, he's faced with the same sort of emotions blooming up, and he would for sure think to himself about the choice with satine, about the jedi order, and about the repercussions there. so he might let himself get a little closer than he ought to, but ultimately nothing really WILD AND OVERT would come of it in AOTC, even if they'd been alone on naboo. there would be some very close calls, i think, for sure, but both of them are very good at keeping themselves guarded and very good at abstaining when necessary. again, these are two grown adults that have lived both of their lives with expectations weighing on them, and a certain behavior and standard expected of them. they aren’t two horny teenagers with nothing to lose and obi-wan would 100% respect padmé’s boundaries without hesitation while she would offer him the same respect, if maybe not so staunchly. padmé is for sure more flexible with her boundaries, but pair the two of them together flirting....i mean that’s a dangerous amount of chemistry right off the bat 👀

meanwhile anakin would be on coruscant and FRUSTRATED. not because he didn't get the assignment, though that would be part of it--the responsibility aspect—no, because they chose someone else to go protect padmé instead of him. hell, they could have sent mace windu and he'd still be frustrated and jealous as all fuck. but he still does as he's told. he just...looks into the dart. checks in more on the bounty hunter aspect of things because he’s SURE that’s a good lead after the zam situation. he's determined to prove himself, and if he can figure out who's trying to hurt padmé then she'll be impressed too, of course. and he wants that. a lot. obi-wan might have been sent to naboo but at this point anakin:

> is still VERY infatuated with padmé

> does not know about obi-wan’s romantic history and likely would assume he’s just boring her to death/that nothing would happen anyways

but instead of just consulting the council or the archives, anakin goes to palpatine.

palpatine offers NO help with the bounty hunter stuff.

but he DOES sow more seeds of jealousy in anakin's horny teen brain, and in the end anakin ends up jetting off of coruscant on his own. the movies just downplayed the everloving heck out of this but you KNOW palps was in anakin’s ear CONSTANTLY about obi-wan and padmé, stirring the pot.

now, anakin doesn't have the contacts that obi-wan does, but he's determined. i'm thinking he probably susses a few things out about the dart via the force; possibly with help from another master. kit? someone would help him focus if he asked. likely kit, or ki-adi, or plo, imo—he gets enough to at least send him looking for a bounty hunter and possibly towards kamino--but then the stuff with his mother comes up.

and he ends up on tattooine, with the lars family.

and shortly after the Sand People Incident™ is when he gets in contact with obi-wan--and padmé insists on seeing what's going on because she senses something is wrong and obi-wan agrees. (you can pry force sensitive!padmé from my cold dead hands) so anakin meets them at the lars homestead, tells them about his visions with the dart, about the bounty hunter and the feelings he got

and what better place than mos eisley to look for someone Seedy?

mos eisley has them run right into jango.

jango leads them to geonosis.

geonosis gets them all caught.

padmé is the one who sends a message to the jedi council about the geonosians and jango fett before she gets captured too--because you know they told her to stay with the ship while they investigate but then they took too long and she was like 'oh boy i better call the cops'.

the arena plays out like it did in AOTC, minus the secret kiss & love declaration. there’s a lot of ‘how did we get into this mess’ and ‘well you two took too long’ and ‘i told you i should have come in as a senator first’ and anakin trying to be very convincingly brave about ‘i’ll get us out of this’ which is aimed directly at padmé. honestly the rest of the movie would be VERY similar; i think whoever assisted anakin with the dart would wind up on kamino when anakin went to tattooine, and from there things progressed with the clones and the army gets to the republic.

but there's no clandestine wedding.

anakin returns to coruscant with the other masters, commended for his work helping the senator and with the dart. obi-wan and padmé likely have a small 'meeting' scene where she thanks him and he tells her he barely did anything—but there's some hand-touching, and some very meaningful looks, and they do kiss, just once. it's soft and quiet and not under the pressure of possibly dying or anything rushed by adrenaline or hormones, it's just a gentle kiss between two people who've had this building up for weeks; and in the end neither one of them apologize, but there's A LOT of body language that says they're into it and would kiss again--but obi-wan steps back, and padmé just smiles, and there's a shared understanding between them even if it's clear there's some amount of wistfulness.

“i hope your trip back to coruscant is safe, master kenobi," she smiles like nothing's just happened, nothing's different.

"and yours, senator amidala. may the force be with you." and he bows, smiling back.

but they do look back at each other again, and everything is different.

and then you get into TCW—and PLEASE imagine all of the tension there because these two AREN’T married, they ARE sneaking around but only a little; obi-wan isn’t near as brazen with things as anakin and he and padmé get enough time together in the first few seasons to really build some THICK tension between them. like i’m talking dangerous rescue missions, them having to fight their way out together, getting smooshed in tight spaces together, S O M U C H accidental touching, SO MANY almost-kisses....and then there’s the clovis stuff, which would play out way differently because obi-wan isn’t the jealous type at all and would absolutely trust padmé; and then satine shows up again and we get a whole arc of obi-wan dealing with these conflicting emotions and padmé coming very close on multiple occasions to just telling him she loves him but! supporting his decision no matter what and respecting his emotions, because she understands, and because she knows love is selfless and not possessive and she wants to be with him...if that’s what he wants, too.

but then satine dies—and she worries about him once he's back from mandalore, and there is possibly some very gentle and sweet comforting for the audience to enjoy 👀 the big season finale after that is maul holding padmé and another senator or two hostage and it's an ultra close call but maul dips out, bc it was just bait—and the season ends with him admitting as clearly as he can in Obi-Wan Terms™ that he loves her and padmé reciprocating. they kiss and it's very sweeping and dramatic, but now maul knows kenobi has yet another weakness uh oh...

anyways honestly all of this leads to ROTS being about anakin dealing with the jealousy that palpatine’s been feeding into: jealousy towards obi-wan about padmé, and about being overshadowed. it’s about anakin feeling like he can never have enough, about wanting more and more, about obsessive love and doubt—and when it turns out padmé is pregnant, anakin’s suspicions get confirmed and he turns to palpatine yet again.

IDEALLY padmé survives this movie and she and obi-wan go into hiding together with the twins, (or their child? i mean this is for sure up to interpretation for this specific au) and anakin/vader combs the galaxy for them, resulting eventually in padmé’s death and the separation of the twins, and giving some actual meaning to leia remembering her mother in ROTJ.

so yeah i just. have a lot of feelings about things and at any given moment i can and will talk your ear off about ‘what if’ scenarios like this hdkdjdk 😭💦

#obidala #padmé x obi-wan #padme x obi wan #padme amidala #obi-wan kenobi #some ‘what if’ snackies for yall #i know i’ve seen some folks talk about this before and here is. my 2 cents #like i have way more thoughts about all this but #for the sake of time and all ur dashboards djdkshsk #also i am so sorry about the spacing and lack of readmore YET AGAIN i’m on mobile please forgive me

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theforceflows · 4 years

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Chapter Three- Knight

A/N: A short chapter to tide everyone (and by that I mean me) over till Chapter Fourrrrrr

*unedited*

Anakin rubbed his shoulder with a groan, causing Obi-Wan to chuckle and slap him on the back. “Good to have you back, Anakin. I’ve missed our daily sparring.”

“It’s good to be back, Master.”

“I trust the Senator enjoyed her vacation on Naboo?”

“Very much, Master.”

“And you didn’t do anything foolish while protecting her? Like, say, bring her to a hostile planet and get her captured and sentenced to be executed?” Anakin glared playfully at Obi-Wan, shoving his arm.

“No, and you would be dead if I hadn’t come to your rescue.” The older man snorted and shoved Anakin back.

“Some rescue, padawan.”

“I’ll have yo-“

“Kenobi, Skywalker.”

They turned to see Mace Windu stalking after them, and stopped to allow him to catch up.

“Master Windu.” They bowed.

“The council is convening immediately, you are to join us.” They nodded and followed him through the pristine halls, nodding at acquaintances along the way.

“Anakin, what have you done now?”

“Nothing, Master, I swear.” Windu pretended not to hear them whispering.

“That’s what you always say.”

“It’s the truth!”

‘Other than the fact that I married and had sex with the Senator of Naboo, breaking the main tenant of the Jedi Order.’ But he didn’t need to know that. There was no possible way that they had been caught out already. Still, anxiety turned his stomach into knots and he spent the walk to the Council Chambers utilising every ounce of training he had to get his emotions under control so that they didn’t sense his nerves. Obi-Wan and Anakin continued bickering, much to Windu’s chagrin, as they walked, their debate ending in who had caused the most damage during their missions and who had saved who’s ass the most often.

Windu rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to snap at the Jedi behind him. How those two survived as long as they had was a mystery. The doors swung open ahead of them, revealing the Jedi Council sitting formally in their chairs.

“Master Kenobi, Young Skywalker. Enter, you will.”

They both moved to the center of the room bowing respectfully to the seated masters, Yoda in particular as they both had great respect for the green master.

“Master Yoda.” They both called in unison.

Windu moved away from the duo and over to the only empty seat. “Skywalker, we’ve convened here today to discuss your future with the Order.”

Anakin shifted nervously, he’d been so sure they weren’t aware of what had transpired on Naboo but now, he wasn’t so sure. He had to work hard to keep his fear stamped down and undetectable. Obi-Wan shot him a look, one he was unable to determine to be scolding or worried.

“Yes, Masters.”

“We have considered what transpired during your mission to protect Senator Amidala. It was a grievous error to bring the Senator to Geonosis. You are aware of this?”

“Yes, Masters.”

“But, as it did not end in a total disaster, and you helped save a vast number of people, we have reached a decision.” Anakin’s fear immediately eased, hope taking its place. “You are to become a Knight of the Jedi Order.”

He almost turned to grin pridefully, and cockily, at Obi-Wan, but remembered where he was just in time. He bowed deeply in thanks.

“Thank you, Masters. I’m honored.”

They nodded in response and Shaak Ti rose to perform the ceremony. Obi-Wan stood off to the side, trying hard to keep his fellow Jedi from sensing the pride surging through him. His padawan was a disaster, but he deserved this.

Two hours later Anakin was nearly sprinting through the halls to Padmé’s room, barely taking the time to make sure he avoided being spotted. He froze, darting behind a pillar, when he spotted a group of senators standing in his path, speaking intensely about something.

He took in his surroundings, trying to find another way to his wife’s rooms without being spotted. He spotted a vent up and to the right. He pulled the Force into his bunched muscles as he leapt vertically, gripping the ledge of the vent tightly. He ripped it from the wall with a loud clang, causing him to cringe and pause, listening for anyone who might’ve noticed and come to investigate.

After a few minutes of not sensing anyone coming, he pulled himself up and slid inside. Even now he could sense her inside her apartment, she was impatient and he had a feeling he knew why.

Following her LifeForce he crawled through the vents, chuckling at the mental image of a large Jedi Knight crawling through air vents. He peered through the slots of the vents leading to Padmé’s bedchamber. He grinned at the sight of her pacing beneath him, brushing her hair to give her something to do with her hands. He stood as straight he could in the cramped space. Time to make an entrance.

He pounced down on the vent, using the Force to give him the extra push he needed due to not being able to stand up properly, and dropped through the ceiling. Padmé gasped as the grown Jedi landed in front of her dramatically.

“Ani! Don’t do that! You startled me!” He laughed at her indignant expression.

“How can someone so small contain so much anger?” She laughed with him, darting over to her husband and throwing her arms around him.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Angel. But I come bearing news.” She pulled back and peered up at him with a quirked brow.

“Good news?” His grin was almost as bright as it has been during their wedding as he looked at her adoringly. And that’s when she noticed his hair. “Your braid!” She ran her hands over his hair.

“Obi-Wan removed it.”

“But why- You’re no longer a padawan learner!”

His grin grew even brighter as he stopped down and wrapped his arms under her rear and lifted her up, Padmé wrapping around him tightly. “I’m now a Knight of the Jedi Order.”

She pulled his lips to hers enthusiastically, parting them and sliding her tongue between his lips and teeth, twining it with his. His hands cupped her bottom tightly and pulled her against him.

“Oh! Master Anakin, I didn’t realize you were here. I was just preparing dinner, would you like me to set a place for you as well?” The lovers pulled apart, Padmé’s hand flying to smother the laugh trying to escape at Threepio’s naivete and Anakin’s frustration.

The Jedi threw his head back with a groan and helped Padmé slowly slide back to her feet. “That would be excellent, Threepio. Thank you.”

“Of course, Master Anakin.” The gold protocol droid waddled out of the room and Padmé finally allowed her laughter to escape.

Anakin glared as his wife dissolved into laughter, dropping down on the bed as she watched him in amusement.

“I forgot I left him to pester you rather than me.”

“He’s actually been rather helpful.” Anakin snorted but his wife just peered at him knowingly. He pretended to be annoyed by his creation, but she knew he was actually incredibly fond of the droid, willing to drag him across the galaxy. “You pretend to be annoyed by him but I know the truth.”

“And what truth is that?” She crawled up the bed and straddled him.

“You care about him.”

He sat up suddenly, crushing her to his chest as he rested his forehead against hers. “I care about you.”

She chuckled. “Well I’d hope so.”

“I dare say I love you.”

“But what would the Jedi Order say, Knight Skywalker?”

He hummed, kissing beneath her ear tenderly. “They would definitely not approve. But they don’t have to know.”

She started to make a witty reply as Anakin continued to kiss down her throat, but Threepio interrupted once more.

“Master Anakin, Mistress Pad- Oh! My apologies.” He covered his face in shock. Anakin groaned once more as he fell backwards, bringing Padmé with him. “I was just coming to inform you that I’ve finished preparing dinner and it’s waiting for you on the table.”

Padmé turned to face the droid with a blush and shy grin. “Thank you, C3PO. We’ll be out momentarily.” He bowed and shuffled out awkwardly. After a moment of the two lovers staring at each other with amused looks, they both dissolved into laughter as they got off the bed. “We best go eat before Threepio returns.”

Anakin laughed, picking up his wife and spinning her once before setting her down. He kissed her softly and pulled away with a gentle smile. He looked down at her hand as he laced her fingers with his.

Chapter Two

Chapter One

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suzukiblu · 6 years

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Mace Windu finally getting the relaxing vacation he deserves

Anakin thinks to ask “how do you know a Sith legend, Chancellor?” and Mace Windu gets to retire on a delightful tropical planet in the Outer Rim. It’s wonderful. He drinks purple space mimosas and hangs out with the equally retired and all on excellent pensions clones.

#meta ecetera #mace windu #Anonymous #asks

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inkognito97 · 7 years

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Comfort

Silent tears were running down Obi-Wan’s cheeks. Nobody could see them, his face was hidden by the hood of his robe, but he wished somebody would.

He couldn’t take the view of Tahl being lowered into the ground, so the young learner dared to look around. His best friend Bant, who also had been the dead Master’s Padawan, was in Jedi Master Mace Windu’s embrace, crying her heart out. The Master himself looked stoically at the wall before him, it looked as if he was fighting tears as well. Right next to Master Windu stood Master Yoda, who comfortingly patted the knee of the dark skinned Council member. The old and wise Master’s ears were lowered and his eyes casted downwards.

Yes, Master Tahl had been well loved. She had been a friend, a sister, a Master and a mother. The latter applied to Obi-Wan as well. She had been there for him from the very beginning. Every time he had problems, with his studies or even with his own Master, he could go to her and she would always find the right words. His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, was standing right next to Obi-Wan. His face was clear of any emotion. Obi-Wan knew that his Master was aware of his tears, but he offered no form of comfort.

But then again, why should he? If Obi-Wan hadn’t slowed them down, maybe Master Tahl would still be alive then. He sniffed and briefly shook his head. He shouldn’t concentrate on the ‘what ifs’. He should stay focused on the ‘here and now’, like his Master always preached.

When the ceremony was over, Obi-Wan turned to his Master, “Master...” but the man shook his head, turned around and vanished.

Obi-Wan felt his heart shatter, his gaze landed on Bant then, who was carefully picked up by her new Master and carried out of the room. He remained standing at his spot until he and Master Yoda were the only beings in the room.

“Dwell and grief, you should. But lose yourself in it, you should not,” the Master’s voice was soft, yet also reprimanding.

“I have not lost myself, Master Yoda. I just wanted to talk to you, in private.”

The old and wise Jedi Master looked at the boy before him, but then he nodded and motioned the ginger haired Padawan to follow him to his private quarters.

“Something bothering you, there is,” observed the green Jedi Master.

“Yes Master.”

“Speak then,” he motioned with one of his claw like hands.

“I wish to be assigned to another Master.”

Yoda’s ears twitched and his eyes widened for a second, before his mask was put back in place, “Tell me, why you wish this, you must.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath, “Ever since Master Qui-Gon took me as an apprentice… I have cost him nothing but pain and grief. He should take somebody else as a Padawan, somebody who won’t hurt him further, somebody who actually can help him heal, who can return his smile and happiness.” Obi-Wan bowed his head, “I cannot help him, he does not want me to… I, I feel so useless and he deserves someone better than me.”

“Obi-Wan, sure you are?”

“Yes Master, I cannot bear to be the reason for his pain anymore.”

“The reason for his pain, you are not. Talk to him, you should,” the old Master said and knocked with his stick on the ground to emphasise his point.

“I tried Master, but he won’t listen. He either dismisses me, or he ignores me completely.”

If Obi-Wan had looked up, he would have seen the wise Master’s eyes narrow. Yoda was mentally cursing his Grandpadawan, not that he would ever admit it.

“Know you do that, when nobody chooses you as Padawan, a Jedi you will not be, hm?”

“I am aware Master and if this is the sacrifice I have to make, then so be it.”

The green Master sighed, “Think about this, I will. Rest you should. Need it, you do.”

“Yes Master Yoda, and thank you.” The ginger haired boy bowed and left the Grandmaster’s quarters in order to return to his own.

When the door opened and Obi-Wan stepped into the rooms he shared with his Master, the young Padawan was greeted by the sight of the said Master sitting on the well used leather couch, head in his hands. Hesitantly Obi-Wan approached the hunched form.

“Master?” he asked.

“Leave me alone Obi-Wan.” The voice was muffled, but Obi-Wan easily understood his Master’s words. His already shattered heart broke into even more pieces.

“As you wish,” he mumbled defeated and retreated to his own room, where he collapsed onto his bed and where he cried himself to sleep.

Qui-Gon awoke to the beeping sound of his commlink and when he checked, he saw that he was summoned before the Council, alone. He wondered what they wanted, but decided not to dwell on it too much.

With much effort, he got up and readied himself for the meeting, but before he left his chambers, he went to his Padawan’s room. He silently opened the door and stepped inside. He intended to inform the boy to where he was heading, but the sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. The tall Jedi Master had to swallow a lump in his throat at the sight of his Padawan, who had seemingly cried himself to sleep. The boy had not even bothered to pull off his boots or to cover himself, therefore he was shaking violently now.

Qui-Gon stepped forward and carefully removed the boy’s footwear, before he covered the child. He hesitated but then he gently ran a hand through the Padawan’s sandy strands until his fingers caught the young male’s braid. He suddenly remembered what he had said yesterday and he immediately felt guilty for it. The boy had only tried to offer comfort, probably not even thinking about his own needs.

The tall Jedi bend down and gently kissed his Padawan’s forehead. The boy did not even stir. Affectionately he looked down at his child. He would somehow make it up to him.

Qui-Gon was more than surprised when he entered the Council chambers and only Yoda and Mace were present. The other seats were all vacated. It was highly unusually and did not bode well with the tall male.

“Greetings Masters, you have summoned me?”

“Yes and it is quite the pressing matter,” Mace sounded serious.

Qui-Gon suddenly felt uneasy. He had a bad feeling about this, as his Padawan always said. “May I inquire what this is about?”

Yoda nodded at Qui-Gon’ questioning look, “It’s about your Padawan… he asked to be assigned to a new Master.”

Qui-Gon’s world shattered at this moment and he felt sick at these words. He wordlessly sagged to his knees and took a few shaky breathes, without looking at the two Council members before him.

“Why?” he managed to spit out, even when tears started to fall from his eyes.

“He told Master Yoda that he did not want to cause you further pain,” Mace said calmly, even though he wanted nothing more than to help his friend.

“He didn’t cause me any pain… quite the opposite,” Qui-Gon couldn’t understand why his Padawan was saying and obviously thinking such things. “That’s absurd… I, I won’t allow him to resign from me! I forbid it!” he had gotten louder at the end.

“Not only your decision, it is. Chosen this path, your Padawan has.”

Qui-Gon shook his head in denial. He stood up, “I won’t allow it. I won’t let you take him from me,” with that the normally controlled Jedi Master fled the room.

“Qui-Gon!” Mace yelled after, his friend, but Yoda motioned for him to sit back down.

“Time, he and his Padawan need. Talk they must.”

“Yes Master,” Mace agreed.

Qui-Gon literally dashed into his own quarters. He didn’t bother with his robe and lightsaber, he just ran straight into his Padawan’s room.

Obi-Wan was kneeling on his bed, seemingly deep in thoughts, but as soon as his Master entered, he looked up.

“What,” before he could finish his questions, Qui-Gon was already kneeling on the bed and pulling his apprentice close to his chest.

“Master?” said Padawan inquired.

Qui-Gon took a shaky breath, it felt so good to hear this word from his boy, “I was talking with Master Yoda and Mace just now…” he swallowed, “They told me you want to be assigned to another Master.”

He felt Obi-Wan’s nod against his chest, “Yes Master, I requested this.”

He tightened his grip on the ginger haired boy when once more tears spilled free from his eyes, “I won’t allow it.”

“Master,” he was interrupted.

“Don’t leave me,” pleaded Qui-Gon, something he would never do under normal circumstances.

Obi-Wan was too stunned to say anything. Had he understood his Master correct? The man wanted him to stay?

“Please Obi, don’t leave me too… I need you and... and I am sorry for yesterday, but I needed to collect my thoughts.” Finally the younger man was able to move his arms to encircle his Master.

“I don’t want you to suffer anymore.” “Then stay!” the Jedi Master was openly sobbing now and Obi-Wan held him just as tight, as he was embraced himself.

“If that is your wish… Are you sure?”

“Yes, by all Sith hells, yes!”

The Padawan closed his eyes for a moment, before he pulled slightly away to look into the tear stained face of his Master and father figure. Qui-Gon looked so lost right now and he remembered Obi-Wan of a scared animal.

Suddenly it hit the young learner. In a way, his Master WAS like a wild animal. Proud and elegant, stubborn and determined, but he also hid his weaknesses. He never asked for help, but like an animal, he needed his herd, his pack to comfort him and to keep him safe. Obi-Wan also realised that he was the pack. Thal had been part of it too and maybe even Master Windu, but right now the alpha wolf needed his pup.

The ginger haired male gently reached up and wiped away the tears from his Master’s face and the older man immediately leaned into the contact.

“You are the most stubborn man in the whole galaxy,” Obi-Wan said with affection in his voice. He sighed then, “Come on, my Master.”

Qui-Gon looked quizzically at his apprentice, who was standing up from his bed. The boy took the older man’s hand and pulled him up and then into the living room. Qui-Gon silently let the boy do as he pleased.

Obi-Wan first got rid of his Master’s robe and lightsaber, before he literally pushed the man onto the couch. He then helped the older man get rid of his boots, which he threw somewhere on the ground. He didn’t care right now, he had more important matters to attend to. Then the ginger haired male vanished back into his room, but came back not a moment later with his blanket and his pillow. He arranged the blanked over his Master’s shoulders, who just let it happen and he pushed his pillow into the man’s arms.

“Cuddle that and stay here, while I make us some tea,” the apprentice ordered and Qui-Gon could only nod and pull the pillow that smelled of his child, tighter to his chest.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan came back, took the pillow from Qui-Gon and gave the man a cup of tea. He then sat down to the taller man’s left side, making sure he stayed in contact and reached for a few strands of the man’s hair.

“What are you doing?” inquired the long haired Jedi.

“Stop moving your head and you’ll see soon enough,” Obi-Wan retorted with love and affection in his voice.

With trained fingers he wove the hair behind Qui-Gon’s ear to a braid, similar to his own. He carefully held on to it, before detangling his own – it needed to be redone either way – and taking a bead from it. The bead had a special meaning, it was the first Obi-Wan had truly earned. He had won the little arctic blue bead in a fighting tournament, the year before he became Qui-Gon’s Padawan.

“There, all done,” he said happily when the braid was done. Qui-Gon curiously fingered it, while Obi-Wan remade his own braid. The older man looked at the bead and something like awe and happiness shined in his midnight blue eyes.

“Now, what do you think Padawan?” Obi-Wan grinned.

Qui-Gon actually chuckled, “I feel honoured, Master Kenobi,” he bowed his head.

He put away the cup then and pulled the younger man in for another hug, making sure that the blanket was wrapped around them both.

“Thank you little one, for everything.”

Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon was also referring to all the time they had spent together. He smiled in return, “No, thank YOU Master, for letting me in.”

“Will you stay?” Qui-Gon asked hesitantly.

“As long as possible and definitely as long as you need me.”

The long haired Jedi Master nodded and smiled at his young apprentice, before he kissed his child’s forehead again.

“I love you, child.”

“I love you too, you stubborn bantha-head, as if you were my father. Though the Council might have my head for it.”

They continued to sit there, enjoying each others company and taking comfort from each other. They also talked, about past missions, the people they had lost and all the stupid little mistakes and misunderstandings along the way. Both men were quite content that everything would turn out just fine now. They could feel that in the Force.

It was around midday, when someone knocked at their door. Qui-Gon, who had his head in his Padawan’s lap and told the said male a story about his apprenticeship, stopped in his talking and looked questioningly at the younger male. Obi-Wan only shrugged and with a sigh, Qui-Gon sat up and waved the door open.

They were both surprised to see Master Yoda, Mace Windu and Bant Eerin step in.

“Disturbing we are something?”

“Yes, Master Yoda,” Qui-Gon answered honestly.

“We will not be here for long,” Mace Windu promised.

“Come to a decision you have?” Yoda turned towards Obi-Wan.

“Yes, my Masters,” he grinned and Bant had a bad feeling about it. “After the Council kept pestering me about it,” both Mace Windu’s and Yoda’s eyebrows rose, “I finally decided to take Qui-Gon Jinn as my Padawan learner and as you can see, he has already been claimed.” He lightly tugged at the braid behind the taller man’s ear, whose expression had turned from confused to one of amusement.

Mace looked dumbfounded and Bant tried to muffle her giggling behind her hand. Yoda chuckled openly, “Approve your decision, the Council does, Master Kenobi.”

Mace shook his head, “We await a weekly report for the first two month to make sure you and your new Padawan get along.” His tone was serious, but his eyes sparkled at his own joke, while he supported Bant, who would have collapsed to a laughing pile on the ground otherwise.

“Good for you, he is Master Kenobi. Good for the both of you, this apprenticeship is,” he nodded, “Padawan Jinn.”

“Yes Master?”

“Behave you will. To hear you getting into any fight with your fellow Padawans, I want not.”

“Yes Master, I am sorry Master:”

Yoda huffed, “And watch after your new Master, you will. Listen to him, you must.”

“I will Master,” Qui-Gon bowed his head.

“Good, go we will now. Leave the new Master-Padawan-Team alone, we should.”

“I agree Master. Come, Padawan.” Mace Windu gently lead the Mon Calamari girl, who definitely was going to tell this to her other friends, out of the quarters.

Padawan and Master were looking at each other and not a moment later they burst into a fit of almost hysterical laughter.

“I think we are in for temple gossip, my Padawan,” Obi-Wan managed to wheeze out between laughter.

“When are we not, Master?” Qui-Gon retorted.

“That’s true,” Obi-Wan replied thoughtfully, “But as long as we are together, I can’t bring myself to care.” A moment of silence passed between them. “You know, you haven’t told me the end of your story yet…”

Qui-Gon’s smile was blinding and he gladly returned to their previous position, with his head on the younger male’s lap and said younger man’s finger carding comfortingly through his hair. They still had a long way before them, but things would be going fine, Qui-Gon had no doubt about it. Obi-Wan would help him overcome his shadows like he did before…

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Stained glass above radicals, for the title prompt

@obaewankenope, @kyberpunk, @meabhair, @lilyrose225writes, @maawi, @eclipsemidnight So remember when I said I was working on title prompts, and one got away from me? That was this one. Honestly, this title is so beautiful, I just – !!! So the first piece, the one that I’ve linked, it hit the Stained Glass part of the title, but not the Radicals, so now - here, have the Radicals.(honestly I added like… 4 paragraphs in maybe 10 minutes? just now? and all the rest had been written before??? I’d just realised I didn’t have enough of crèchemaster Anakin and for some odd reason it took me A MONTH??! to add that in, sorry!, brain funnies)More from the Tahl Lives AU (aka the Blind!Obi-Wan AU also):

One day, not long into Qui-Gon’s newest nightmare of running the Alderaanian Temple, Tahl arrives in a whirlwind of activity and roughly jabs a finger into Qui-Gon’s sternum.

“You,” she declares, “need an Archivist. Your record-keeping is horrid.”

Qui-Gon raises his hands and backs away, shamelessly placing his Padawan between them. Obi-Wan takes this in good humour, but he also takes every opportunity to tease his Master afterwards. Qui-Gon does not mind. His Padawan can tease as much as he likes, but he’ll always protect his poor old Master.

Tahl’s appearance does make things much easier. And it’s not really Qui-Gon’s record-keeping that’s appalling, as it turns out. It’s that the systems in place in this Temple are outdated. Tahl tucks Obi-Wan under her arm and vanishes for three days straight, living on nothing but tea and biscuits – a programmer’s lifestyle that Qui-Gon, frankly, does not approve of.

“You’re very attached to your Padawan, Qui,” Tahl teases him.

“Don’t you start,” he grumbles, curling around the same sleeping Padawan protectively on her couch.

But by then things are already running more smoothly. At least now when they send out messages, there’s a chance someone will hear them.

They start to take missions again. Once, Qui-Gon had taken missions for Finis, sometimes by personal request. These days, he occasionally does so by request of Bail Antilles.

Some of the missions do, in fact, go to pieces.

Obi-Wan does not. Qui-Gon Jinn’s Padawan, his pride, is Knighted at the age of nineteen. He would have been ready a year ago, it just takes them that long to get to Coruscant because – ‘predictably,’ Obi-Wan says, ‘Qui-Gon found a way to get into trouble.’

‘Such cheek,’ Qui-Gon sniffs, while hiding a chuckle and tugging at his Padawan’s braid. He’ll cut that soon, he’ll take every chance to tug it affectionately now. (He gets in another soft tug at the ceremony.)

Years later, there’s talk of uneasy rumblings in the Senate, a gradual reshuffling. Two Jedi just barely save the Queen of Naboo from an assassination – or worse, internment in one of the camps – and bring her to Coruscant. They bring a child with them to Coruscant, a boy who burns bright as the stars.

The boy will not be trained, the Council says. Quinlan, sighing and shaking his head, paces down to the balcony to watch the Coruscant sunset while he sulks. Aayla says nothing, wanders off to find Master Tholme for a spar, and, maybe, advice on how to work around the Council. He’s only been doing it for years.

Tahl, who happens to be on Coruscant to set Micah’s brain back in order for getting himself injured on a mission, takes the opportunity to report on the progress of Alderaan’s Temple to the Council in person. She finds Quin on her way out of the chambers. Anger almost visibly colours the air around him, so Tahl stops to ask what’s wrong.

I have to send a slave-child back to Tatooine, apparently, Quin tells her, cynicism cutting sharply into his tone.

Banthashit, Tahl snaps, to his intense surprise, and offers to give the boy another option.

When Tahl returns to Alderaan with Quin and Aayla in tow and a boy who burns like a star going nova, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon exchange incredulous glances – or, well, Qui-Gon glances. Obi-Wan’s jaw fell open the moment he sensed this flare in the Force, and he hasn’t been looking anywhere so much as he’s been looking everywhere else. In the last eight years he’s been so acutely sensitised to the merest brush-strokes of Force signatures, traces of hands left hours or years ago – Anakin is almost blinding to him, he burns.

It takes some time to get used to. Obi-Wan is unsurprisingly skittish at first, but when Anakin finally asks why Obi-Wan has been avoiding him, a hurt note in his voice, Obi-Wan sighs and sinks to his knees and does his best to explain. Qui-Gon watches, and thinks he’ll finally see a Grandpadawan trained.

Obi-Wan, however, is the same cunning imp as he always was. Qui-Gon isn’t quite sure how, but somehow they both end up Anakin’s Masters. With so few Jedi at the Temple, and effectively only two Padawans (three, before Bant’s Knighting) the rules and the Code sometimes seem a bit – arbitrary. Besides, having two Masters was never, strictly speaking, against any rules.

But there is a growing unease in the galaxy. Sometimes, when Bail comes to the Temple with a request, it’s not one that guarantees safety during the mission. But Alderaan has always organised relief efforts for planets in need of them, and Naboo is currently very much in need.

Naboo’s Queen had taken one look at the Senate, and regally taken her leave. This haughty dismissiveness held in the face of the Senate’s haughty bickering, where they passed over her claims and concerns and selfishly dredged up their own – completely misplaced – insult. Queen Amidala returned to her planet, made peace with the Gungans, and led her attack. She didn’t regain control, and for a long dirty year she’s been fighting a war from the brush, taking camps when possible, saving resources.

Against his far better judgement, Qui-Gon agrees to help Bail Antilles, and accompanies Bail to Naboo with his Knight partner and their Padawan. They are there to protect the cargo, to distribute supplies to those in need, but Amidala asks them for help.

Anakin seems ready to promise her anything, but his Masters wisely forestall him. The Jedi are peacekeepers, Qui-Gon tells her. But, Obi-Wan argues, they keep peace among people – not droids programmed to kill. Qui-Gon turns his sighted eyes heavenward, draws on his hard-won serenity, and does not Force-swat his former Padawan.

They help the Queen retake her city. Anakin tangles with a starfighter while trying to figure out how it works, and Artoo takes him on a wild ride – during which he takes out the Trade Federation’s blockade. (His Masters are not entirely pleased.)

The Alderaanian Temple seems less empty after that, somehow. Some of the refugees, the survivors of the Naboo camps, chose to leave with the Alderaanian ships, and the Jedi welcomed them in the Temple. Suddenly they have younglings in the crèche, their Healer’s Halls are near full to capacity, and there’s even Temple staff. Many of them are not Force Sensitive, and yet they bring with them a sense of warmth and family that no one on Alderaan had ever realised they’d been missing.

Of course, with that warmth comes the demand of supplying, outfitting, and supporting so many new people. Qui-Gon’s migraines have returned full-force. “We’re not equipped for this,” he grumbles, complaining to Tahl. Tahl is busy laughing at the younglings, who are crawling over Obi-Wan and Anakin like they’re the best playthings they’ve seen in months.

But then Tahl turns around and comms the Council, simply drops the problem in their lap. Just to inform you, the Temple on Alderaan has taken twenty Force-Sensitive children from Naboo into the crèche, and one hundred refugees – what’s that? You’re breaking up – yes – connection’s a bit rough, I’m afraid.

The Coruscant Temple reroutes a few Healers and Knights, and even a few of the Masters. They also eventually send a swearing Mace Windu, but by then the Temple at least looks presentable, if covered in green paint in the oddest places.

Mace spends the next month meditating in the gardens. With Skywalker laughing at him as children use him for climbing practice. Not the Skywalker can laugh, when he’s rather in the same situation, toddlers clinging to his tunic sleeves and hugging his knees wherever he goes. He’s quite tall already, and the taller he gets, the happier the crèchelings are – the more of them fit on their favourite Padawan. But, as the saying goes, misery loves company, and Skywalker is only too happy to have the Head of the Order share in his lot in life.

Mace is quite content, even so. Now that Qui-Gon has the migraines, his seem to have mysteriously left him, fluttered off into the ether, while he’s on this well-deserved vacation from being pompous Head of the Order with a stick up his –

Master Windu’s return to Coruscant is closely followed by an influx of still more Knights and Masters, most of whom had been running difficult missions almost without reprieve for the last few years.

“We’re, apparently, being considered a resort,” Obi-Wan remarks at that.

Qui-Gon snorts. “Not if they all help.”

The Coruscant Temple has rotations for teaching classes and taking missions. The Alderaanian Temple requires everyone, mission roster or no, to take part in Temple life. He puts their guests to work. Mace made a wonderful crèchemaster, even left with a new Padawan of his own. The more Knights and Masters take children with them when they leave, the greater the number of victories Qui-Gon will tally for himself.

(The less mouths to feed on overstretched funds. Generous as Bail Antilles and Padmé Amidala have been, the reality of their situation is still quite harsh. Jedi aren’t ascetic entirely by choice.)

If, the first time Qui-Gon had set foot in this Temple, it had been quiet and content, now it is bursting, teeming with life. He insists that he cannot say which version he favours, the peace and quiet or this bustling wildness. But Obi-Wan, pressed against his former Master’s side like he’d never left it, knows this to be the slight unruly spark of lingering annoyance at the noise. His Master thrives on the bustle around him, on the close-knit, familial affection, like a plant reaching out for the sun.

When the war comes, when the Confederacy forms, when the Jedi are called upon to fight by the Senate, it’s easier for Alderaan to refuse that it would be for Coruscant. Largely because some overzealous reporter asked Alderaanian Jedi first, and Qui-Gon answered as any logical person would.

The Coruscant Temple lives by the whims of the Senate, and not by logic.

That, unfortunately, throws hurtful words into the air – ‘Mavericks’, ‘Schism’, ‘Radicals’. Master Plo Koon, by virtue of being on Alderaan while the rest of the Council was not, becomes one of the ‘Radical Jedi Sect hiding out in the Alderaanian mountains’.

Alderaan is considered a precedent for Coruscant’s refusal, and Jedi on Coruscant are suddenly openly despised. Feared, but despised nonetheless.

Qui-Gon eyes the headlines with patient bemusement at first, expecting them to stop. To his consternation, they do not stop.

“This may be for the best,” Mace tells them later.

“Best?” Qui-Gon’s jaw drops. “No,” he says, “don’t you dare – don’t you even think of making me Head of my own Order, Mace! Mace, do not –”

Mace chuckles, but it’s thin humour in times like these. There are bruises under his eyes that the holostream fails to hide. Within months, more Knights, more Masters, more children arrive. If they didn’t have help, they’d be overwhelmed and overrun. This is not a welcome thought.

Much like Alderaan, Naboo has declared its neutrality. Under pressure from Padmé, Mina Bonteri of Onderon does the same, and then Rodia and Corellia follow suit. It’s a trend that picks up momentum quickly, and soon, unable to hold together a Temple bursting with life, Qui-Gon begins to encourage them to split up and choose other planets to move to. Understandably, his suggestion is met with uproar at first. For all that they cannot handle the Temple’s current volume, splitting up is dangerous. What if their planets choose to pick sides, ended up against each other?

Qui-Gon refuses to think of those possibilities. He refused the very idea of Jedi having any part in the war, because the Jedi had settled disputes on Republic worlds for years, and that includes the Confederate Systems. Neutrality was the only logical response.

Qui-Gon pointedly tells the Knights and Masters not to make enemies of each other, throwing them a quelling look much like one he might shoot at the crèche children. They quiet instantly, make arrangements and choose their new homes.

The headlines continue to call it a ‘Schism’, they still call the Alderaanian Temple a Temple of ‘Radicals’. The ‘Rebel Jedi’ are stationed there, and yet, they are the furthest thing from active warriors. It seems to escape everyone’s notice that Alderaan is perhaps the safest Temple, that it has the greatest number of children in its crèche. Anakin isn’t very happy about it – he insists that he can only just barely keep up with the demands of being a crèchemaster! And only just Knighted, too!

But secretly, Qui-Gon couldn’t be happier that the media downplays this fact. Over the last few years, he’s taken pains to follow the windings of the Temple deeper into the Mountains, discovered yet more Archives and rooms, training salles. With funds enough to expand the livable space in the Temple, he’s equally grateful that they have a place to retreat, if the worst should happen. The children, he thinks, will be safe.

The clones, though – the army that the Jedi supposedly commissioned the Kaminoans for – are decidedly not inactive. They act in the defence of their chosen Temples, at least, and not in the defence of the Republic.

The Coruscant Temple is nearly empty, all but for a skeleton crew.

The Force is with them, for better or for worse. The Jedi on Naboo and Onderon have already been forced to rise in defense of their homes, yet Alderaan, thanks in no small part to the efforts of Bail and Breha, remains quiet.

Qui-Gon can feel that quiet itching under Obi-Wan’s skin, and he can’t help but want to do the same. This whole war feels drawn-out, artificial, like a lure. But he holds his former Padawan close to him as they sit outside on the steps at night, staring up at the stars.

“Where do you think this path will lead?” Obi-Wan asks him.

Qui-Gon sighs and presses his lips to the Knight’s temple. “I cannot say,” he answers truthfully. He sends a prayer to the Force, to the night sky, to whatever gods might be listening, that their path will be a safe one, in the end.

#Alderaan #Stained Glass Above Radicals #beautiful image #fic title meme #wild ficcage and au spawn #Anonymous #Tahl Lives AU #Crechemaster Anakin #ask me things

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