#obi looking fine as fuck in that dress
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𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱? 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲)
akitaru obi x black!fem!reader
The lights shimmered down on your body as you walked inside the building, causing the fenty beauty body luminizer to make you look like a shining star.
You looked around and gave the photographers a quick smile or two as Obi stood next to you, admiring your beauty. He did this whenever the two of you were invited to somewhere nice and fancy that required you two to dress up. He just loved the fact that you were so confident in your natural beauty which made you glow and shine whenever you walked into a room. But there was something that he loved more than your natural beauty, which was your confidence walking into a room. Every time you two walk into a room, whether it is at starbucks, chipotle, publix, and so forth, you made it clear that you were the baddest person in the room and that everyone's attention needed to be on you.
"You look so good," he whispered in your ear as the two of you posed together for the cameras.
"Thank you handsome," you gave him a quick peck as the two of walked to the tables to take a seat.
You slowly watched as other women gave you the side eye or barley even looked at you at all. 'sad and pitiful' you thought yourself as you took your seat at the designated table assigned for you and Obi.
Obi sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh. You two listened to the host blabber on about whatever it was she was talking about. Obi really didn't care about what was going on, but you on the other side, were a bit interested. He let a small sigh out as he threw his head back in his chair. Obi now remembered why he attended these events, just so you could show off your beauty and your outfits.
His eyes were now fixated on your dress. He liked the way the gold went well with your skin tone and how you had a slit on the side, causing your thighs to be exposed. He bit the bottom of his lip as he began to think about what he shouldn't be thinking about.
"Baby..." he trailed off in your ear as you nodded your head.
"Can you look at me please," he added with a little whine.
"What is it Obi?" you turned your head to the side and looked at him.
"I need you," he whined, feeling himself becoming hard.
"Babe, I'm busy," you gave him a stern look, but he couldn't care less.
"Please..." he trailed off as his fingers began to trail upwards to your dress.
"Fine," you huffed, slowly getting up from your seat as Obi followed behind you.
You found the nearest bedroom as Obi closed the door quickly. He slowly walked up behind you, placing his bulge on you as you licked your bottom lip.
"You wearing this dress caused this," he whispered in your ear as he began to place kisses on your neck.
"Obi we are at a public event," you whispered, turning him around.
"Okay, so try and stay quiet. Understand?" he backed you up against the wall.
You nodded your head as he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Once that was done, his pants dropped and he slid your dress up. He moved your thong to the side as he slowly entered inside of you.
He softly groaned as he began to thrust in and out of you, holding you up against the wall. You bit the bottom of your lip as you felt him going deeper and rougher inside of you.
"Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit." you whispered as tears began to slowly form in your eyes.
You bit into obis shoulder and began to scream and moan, "shhh baby girl," he chuckled as his thrusts began to slow down.
"I'm so close..." you whimpered, looking at him.
"I am too. go ahead," the two of you released at the same time as you sighed.
"What a good girl," he smirked, placing a kiss on your lips.
"I can't believe this...." you trailed off as he helped you clean up.
"Believe what?" he began to buckle his pants.
"That we fucked here in the bathroom and people walking by could've heard us," you gave him a look.
"This isn't the first time we've had public sex, so...." he trailed off, giving you a peck.
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#black reader#black writers#black!reader#anime x black!reader#anime x black reader#fire force x black!fem!reader#fire force smut#fire force x black reader#fire force x black!reader#akitaru obi x black reader#akitaru obi x black!reader#obi akitaru#akitaru obi#black reader smut#black!reader smut
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Ok some thoughts about senator Maul AU because I keep thinking about it
Palpatine never finds an apprentice in this AU, so he ends up not being such a huge threat
The events of Phantom Menace only kinda happened - Naboo was attacked by the Trade Federation, but there was no Sith to pursue them and kill Qui-Gon, so things got resolved much more easily
Qui-Gon lives, so he gets to train Anakin, and Dooku doesn't get tempted by the dark side
I think Dooku still quits the Jedi Order, but this time it's because he feels like he could do more good as a politician than as a jedi. He keeps a good relationship with the Jedi Order and the Republic and doesn't become a separatist
Every time he's in Coruscant he visits Qui-Gon and Anakin (and Obi-Wan) and chats with them over a nice lunch, which is good because it gives Anakin a politician role model that isn't Palpatine, and a better perspective of his options - he can leave the Order if he finds a new purpose, it's not a betrayal or a failure
Maul was raised in Dathomir so he's not a sith murder machine, but since he's such a powerful Force-senstitive he was raised closer to his mother and the Nightsisters than to his brothers and the Nightbrothers
(Savage and Feral are alive and happy btw. They visit Maul in Coruscant sometimes. I think he might also have one or two sisters because why not)
He still doesn't like Jedi but it's like. He doesn't want to kill them, he just thinks they're way too limiting and self-righteous. Like how Obi-Wan doesn't like politicians
He rarely makes speeches on the senate, so hearing him speak is a rare treat
Picture holonet social media hornyposting under every clip of him speaking because he has a very sexy voice
His outfits are also pretty daring (read: sexy) compared to most (male) senators. The entire Dathomir delegation dresses pretty similarly, but he gets the most attention
Maul vs Padmé who wore it better type posts
He and Padmé have this weird kinda-rivalry because they're very opposite in a lot of ways, but they still vote on the same side in a lot of topics since they both have a very "I am doing this for my people" mentality
He also absolutely hates Palpatine because he gets extremely rotten vibes from him (he's more attuned to the dark side than the Jedi so he probably Feels Palpatine's dark side vibes better than the Jedi. He Feels Palpatine is Bad)
When/if the Jedi Order ever finds out Palpatine is a sith he will be very unsurprised
Ventress is a representative and Maul's "apprentice", learning the Senate life from him
I'm making her younger than her "canon" age here (by about 10ish years) because it makes more sense to me and because giving Maul a government-assigned baby sister is funny
From what we see in the movies each world seems to only have one senator but I want the Dathomir delegation to have at least two because I think it's more fitting (and realistic, every world needs more than one senator what the fuck)
I think it would be funny if Maul swears he's gonna quit soon and Ventress will take his place in the senate but then the other senator retires first and makes Ventress her successor so Maul has to stay a senator for longer. He just wants to get out of this fucking planet
On the Jedi side of this AU I think Anakin grows into a much more disciplined jedi because Qui-Gon the rules bender would definitely stay in contact with Shmi so Anakin's anxieties regarding his mom will be more controlled, and they would be contacted immediately when she gets kidnapped by the tuskens so they save her faster and she doesn't die and neither do the tuskens and everything is fine
Plus Anakin gets to know his new family better and have a brother and add a new dad to his collection <3
Maybe Obi-Wan gets Ahsoka as a padawan this time, so she can have a master who actually wants to teach, and also be kinda-siblings with Anakin and cause chaos with him while Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan aren't looking
The Separatists never really take off, so the clone wars never happen, but I think the attacks on senators that were happening at the start of AotC still happen because I think it's fun to have drama and have Jedi escorts assigned to senators (read: good excuse to set up an obimaul and allow the anidala plot to happen)
I want Maul to be miserable wet cats with Obi-Wan on Kamino so I am allowing the clones to exist. Purely for comedic plot opportunity. And because I love clones so I want them to exist
But I think this time they only made a single batch of like 10-100 clones and were waiting for the Jedi to get back to them with approval to make more
Maul sees this and goes "Absolutely the fuck NOT" so no more clones are made after those. Sad!
With Maul there to help the Jango fight is much more successful (and 50% less humiliating on Obi-Wan's side) so they capture him and no one has to die
Sidious had to hire Jango this time since I am not letting him have an apprentice, so Jango is like "I was hired by some old weirdo in a cloak who called himself Darth Sidious who sounded and looked a lot like the chancellor from Naboo" and Maul feels so fucking vindicated that YES the bad vibes he gets from Palpatine were correct can we PLEASE kill him now
Jango gets arrested and maybe he makes a deal to work under the Jedi instead of staying in jail so he can take care of Boba instead of leaving him to his own luck
Boba being raised with Jedi younglings while Jango is busy offworld....
The clones also become part of the Jedi Order so they can help Jedi with peacekeeping and defense and stuff
Palpatine gets found out and arrested and/or killed by the Jedi and everyone else gets to live happily ever after. Eventually.
... this is. Way longer than planned. I'm having fun
#hm i should make an original post tag#senator maul au#long post#maul#darth maul#ventress#padmé#palpatine#obi-wan#ahsoka#anakin#qui-gon#count dooku#... ok that's enough tagging characters. find this if you will. don't find this if you willn't.#this post spent so many days in my drafts because there's just so many thoughts to write down#and this isn't even every thought#i want maul to take obi-wan to dathomir expecting mother talzin to get rid of kenobi for him but she actually welcomes him#because he's dooku's grandpadawan and dooku is an old friend. and maul is mega pissed. like. how dare you get along with my mom.#also. live ahsoka (and ventress) reaction every time obi-wan flirty-banters with maul#and delayed obi-wan reaction when he remembers maul is a senator and this is highly inappropriate behavior#maul does not react he just glares at obi-wan#also imagining maul using magic and fighting with a magic-infused staff. sexy.#i need to post this already or else it will remain forever in my drafts#so let it be known this is not a complete solid idea this is an idea in progress#have fun thinking about it with me
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Rex/Ventress for that ship meme!
Put a ship in my ask and I will tell you a bit about how each of the following scenarios would go down for them:
Fake dating
I think the best way for this to go down is that the two of them run into each other while on unrelated undercover missions at the same event. They are very Not Subtle about noticing and recognizing each other, and people can tell, and they stumble their way into claiming they're a couple when trying to explain. They have to run with it, which involves getting in each others' way a lot because their respective missions aren't actually compatible.
Bodyswap
A primary conflict here would be "Ventress no longer has access to the Force, and thus feels as though she's lost an entire sense, and is kind of freaking out about it" and "Rex now has the Force, and is wearing a body that is addicted to the dark side, and he has precisely zero experience in controlling it." They're stuck trying to find/relocate the other person in order to switch back, and the whole situation is Not Helped by the Force situation.
Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it
Eeeeeeeeh classic plot format, captured by Zygerrian Slavers who want them To Breed to see if they can get some Strong And Durable babies out of these new holdings.
Dark!fic
[buries face in hands] Ventress (threatens to) torture Rex for information. He's unwillingly and unreasonably into it. Things spiral, and it gets worse before it gets better.
Secret kinks
I think Ventress wants Rex to tie her up. I have malleable headcanons as far as kink goes for most characters, including Ventress, but with Rex, I think she's a bondage bottom.
Their first kiss
Definitely a rough and bloody and "covered in ash and dirt" mid-battle sort of thing.
Meeting the parents
[stares at keyboard] I think the closest thing either of them has left to a parent is Dooku? Jango and Ky are dead, and Ventress doesn't know really know her bio mom or Talzin, so uh. I guess. I guess Rex has to beg Obi-Wan for lessons on The Right Spoons For The Eight Course Meal so he can go meet Ventress's grump grandpa in a setting that isn't attempted murder.
Moving in together
I am not convinced either of them knows how to go about finding an apartment. They've both lived either With An Adult or In Military Housing for most of their lives. I mean, Ventress probably did something between leaving Ratattak and finding Dooku, but I doubt it was legally signing a lease, you know?
I think they move into a wing of Dooku's castle for about five weeks before they're looking for a way out and move to Coruscant or something and just temporarily end up in a Jedi Temple apartment while searching for housing because living with Dooku is suffocating, even with an entire castle to avoid each other in.
A crossover of my choice
Okay I know this is a little stupid but please imagine them dressed up as MCU Hawkeye and Black Widow thank you
An au of my choice
Some kind of fairy tale AU where Rex is a brave knight in shining armor and Ventress is the Intimidating Witch that he needs to confront and defeat in order to Gain A Useful Object for whatever fairy tale plot he's following, but he somehow ends up dating the witch by the end? She's not a good witch yet, but she's not attempting murder, so it's fine.
#venrex#rextress#captain rex#asajj ventress#star wars#the clone wars#phoenix answers memes#forced sex mention#slavery mention
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Stars Collided || Fourteen
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Anakin was filled with disappointment, when he woke, to discover that Lovisa was no longer in the bed, beside him.
She wasn't even in the room, or the bathroom, he had checked.
He sat back down on the bed, his head in his hands, as he thought about last night, everything he had said to her, he cursed himself, for being so open, all the time, Obi-Wan had always told him that one of his biggest problems was never knowing when to just be quiet, and that not every thought had to be heard.
Anakin wouldn't even be surprised if he scared the Princess off.
"Skyguy! Come on!" A banging at the door brought him out of his thoughts.
He rushed to chuck on his clothes, and fix his hair, before leaving the room.
"This... thing, belongs to you." As he opened the door, he was met with Ahsoka holding out his pups leash, in front of his face.
"Hey, buddy." He picked the pup up, holding him to his chest. "What's wrong?"
"Seems as though he's just as annoying as you, would not settle, was constantly trying to break through the door, and disturbing the other two."
"It was your idea to let them sleep together in your room." He reminded.
"Yeah, well, never again."
"Where's Lovisa?" Anakin tried to act as though her missing presence was just an afterthought, a throwaway comment, instead of how he actually felt about her not being near him.
"Getting dressed, she only woke up a little while ago." Ahsoka said, though she carefully scanned his expression.
She'd be a liar, if she wasn't surprised to find Lovisa climbing into their bed, in the early hours of the morning, but when she had asked if the princess was okay, she never answered, instead just buried herself under the covers, her back to the girl.
As though she could sense the two talking about her, Lovisa walked out of the girls room, she was dressed in a two piece, a long pale blue skirt, with a matching top, that wrapped around her abdomen, and the sleeves flowed down her arms, showing off her beautiful skin, her cloak, was already on, but the hood was down, showing how she had braided parts of her hair, leaving most of it down, her thick curls fell down to the middle of her back.
She looked mesmerising, as usual, and Anakin's heart almost burst out of his chest, as he stared at her, in awe.
Threepio walked beside her, as they strolled down the hall, and out of the inn, without looking back at the other two.
"What the hell did you do to her?" Ahsoka muttered to the boy, when she was out of sight.
"What? I- nothing." He defended himself. "She, she was fine earlier, I don't know what happened."
"You're an idiot, I know that you think you did nothing, but clearly it was something. I swear, if you pressured her with your feelings, once more, I may not be a Jedi, but I'll still kick your ass." She then walked away from him, and in the direction Lovisa had gone.
He sighed to himself, feeling regret, as he stropped after them.
"I fucked up, buddy." He groaned to Artoo, who licked his face, encouragingly.
Lovisa was sat in the cart, when they finally came outside, she was in Ahsoka's usual seat.
"Time's ticking." She said.
"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine, this morning, want to share what's got you in such a good mood?" Ahsoka asked her, as she shuffled into the middle seat.
She received an eyeroll in reply.
Anakin wanted to talk to her, but thought better of it, instead, got into his seat, and encouraged the horses to take them on their journey home.
Anakin and Ahsoka had started up a conversation about the force, as Lovisa continued to sit in silence, turning her body away from them, as she looked at their surroundings.
He was trying to teach her how to deepen the connection, and to rely on it, as he had been taught, as a youngling.
"This is boring." Ahsoka complained, as she sat with her eyes closed.
"It's meditating, of course it's boring, but it's still important."
She opened her eyes, looking at him.
"Seems like a waste of time."
"Do you feel that?" Anakin interrupted, as he looked around, they were on an lone road, nowhere else was about, only tree's and bushes.
"What is it?" Lovisa asked, as she too, looked for signs of life.
"Yeah, yeah I can." Ahsoka focused on the presence.
That was when a man walked in front of their cart, he was dressed in a suit of armour, an helmet shielding his face.
"Stop." he halted, and Anakin had no choice but to listen.
"Who are you?" Anakin asked the stranger.
"The girl." He pointed at Lovisa. "I've been hired to take you to my employer. I'm not to harm you, so I urge you make this easy on yourself."
Her heart began to race, fear overcoming her.
"You leave her be." Anakin glared, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. "Get out of our way, be gone."
The man lowered his head, his hands on his hips, as he looked to be sighing to himself.
"Teenagers." He grumbled. "Always so headstrong, and stubborn. Get 'em." He snapped his fingers.
Before the three had a chance to react to what the man had said, all their visions had gone dark, as bags were thrown over their heads, and they were yanked out the cart.
They all fought against their captors, but it was hard to tell how many there were, and when their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were thrown into what seemed like the back of a wooden box, it was obvious they weren't escaping.
"Ani, Snips?" Lovisa called out, as she tried to wiggle out of her restraints.
"Princess." Anakin answered, and it sounded as though he was trying to move towards her.
"Lovey, are you hurt?" Ahsoka asked.
"No, no, I'm okay." She replied. "Are you both okay?"
"Yeah, we're fine, but that was a bounty hunter, I'm sure of it."
"Hey! Shut up back there!" A voice shouted, followed by banging on wood.
Then they felt themselves being moved.
"Oh, god, Obi-Wan's gonna kill me." Anakin groaned. "I let the princess get kidnapped."
"Never mind your master, her parents are gonna kill you, and then me!" Ahsoka snapped at him.
"That is not our biggest issue right now!" Lovisa reminded the both of them. "That's if they ever see us alive again!"
"Shut it!" Another bang on the wall, spooked them into silence.
Eventually, the cart had stopped, and the door squeaked open.
"Is she harmed?" An old stern voice, spoke.
"No, sir, it was pretty easy retrieving her."
"Who are they?"
"The people she was riding with, I assume they all know each other, considering they had been travelling together for a while, thought it best to not leave anyone who would come after her."
"Smart, very well, put them in a cell, until I'm ready, I have our other prisoner, to deal with." He spoke in a bored tone, as if capturing people was such an mundane task for him.
The three were grabbed, by their shoulders, and pushed out of the box.
They were led to another unknown location, but were all reassured to know that they were kept together.
"My father will have all of your heads, he'll come for me, you know, and so will the Jedi and the whole police force, and then you'll be sorry."
"Do you ever stop talking?" The man who had stood in the road, spoke through a clenched jaw, he was the one escorting Lovisa.
"She doesn't, but she's right." Ahsoka backed her up.
"I don't care who your family are, or who even you are, job's a job, and I always deliver."
"Who are you?" Anakin asked, again.
"None of your business, kid."
"Kid?!" Even with a bag on his head, it was obvious the boy was scowling.
"Stay put, or they go back on." The man said, as he unbagged and untied the three, one at a time, before shoving them into a cell, together.
Lovisa closed her eyes tight, as she adjusted to the dim light, from the small cell window.
"Hey, hey, look at me, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" Anakin was at her side in seconds, one hand on her cheek, the other in her hair, as he assessed her, checking for damage.
"No... no, I'm fine." She whispered, her breath was coming out rushed, as panic was still flowing from her. "Ani, I'm... I'm scared." She admitted.
"Don't be, you'll be safe, my love, I won't let anything happen to you, I'll kill everyone in this building, before I allow harm to come to you. I promise, Lovisa."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, and her brows drawn together, her mouth was formed in a pout.
"But what if something happens to you?" She asked.
"As long as you're safe, that doesn't matter." His thumb swiped across her cheek, back and forth, soothingly.
"It matters to me, Anakin. I don't want anything to happen to you, either, I-..." She swallowed thickly. "I think I love you, too..."
"You- you love me?" His face morphed into shock.
She nodded.
"I can't have the life we want, together, but I can't deny myself of you, any longer, I love you, even though I have been trying to resist from it, I am unable. But I do, I love you, god damn it." She was almost frustrated, with the revelation.
But he only smiled, forgetting for a moment, that they had been kidnapped, and thrown into a cell.
He kissed her, passionately, before resting his forehead against hers, still not able to bite back his happiness.
A cough from the corner of the cell, had caught their attention, they turned their heads in sync, to see Ahsoka, standing still as she stared at them in horror.
"Snips." Lovisa pulled herself away from Anakin, as she remembered her friends existence.
"You... you- its forbidden." Ahsoka said, "You told me that you wouldn't allow this, that things were going to end, before it got too far. He broke the code, he's broken the code, and you're a princess."
"Soka, please, you're being dramatic." Lovisa told her, as she stepped closer. "You weaselled your way into knowing."
"I thought that you would come to your senses, eventually." She hissed.
"I tried!" Lovisa hissed back, it was Anakin's turn to stand awkwardly behind them, and watch.
"Try harder."
"We might die here, and you really want to get mad at my happiness?"
"I told Padme it was a stupid idea to make the two of you be around each other, so much."
"What?" Lovisa's annoyed expression had dropped.
"This isn't important right now, we can talk about it later, we should think about getting out of here, before that man comes to talk to you."
Lovisa looked at her, for another beat, before agreeing, looking around the cell.
"Hm, Ani, do you think you could fit in that?" Lovisa asked, pointing at the air vent, that was above them.
"I could try." He shrugged.
"Give me a boost." She instructed, walking towards the wall.
"Wait, Lovey, let me go first." Ahsoka told her. "We don't know where that could lead to."
"Don't you need to discuss with Padme, before making a decision, like that?" Lovisa asked, pointedly, taking off her cloak.
"Lovey, that's unfair."
"Anakin, boost me." She tapped his shoulders.
"Yes, your highness." He sighed, easily lifting her off the ground, allowing her to reach the vent. "Can you pry it off?"
"Yeah, I think I got it, it's already a bit loose." She replied, pulling off the vent, as she stood on his shoulders.
"Lovey, quick, someone's coming!" Ahsoka told her. "Hurry!"
"What?!" She turned around, to look at the cell door, but then panicked, loosing her footing and falling off, dropping the vent lid, in doing so.
Anakin quickly caught her, in his arms, as the lid clattered to the ground, just as what looked like a guard stood in front of the cell.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Nothing." The three answered.
"Don't seem like nothing. Why's that on the floor?" He looked at them suspiciously.
"It fell." Ahsoka said.
"Likely story. Why are you carrying her?"
Anakin quickly put Lovisa back on her feet.
"Uhm, we uh. Oh, you caught us." Lovisa looked down, in shame.
"You were trying to escape!" The man stomped his foot.
"Oh! Oh, no, we were not." Lovisa shook her head, stepping towards the cell bars. "You see, I just really need to use the bathroom, lady issues, y'know, but I didn't know when someone would be here, to escort me, and I was just really desperate, but now that you're here, you can help me out." She smiled at him, kindly.
"You're not supposed to leave the cell." He said.
"I know, that. But your lord, he said that if I had any issues, or did need to step out, to let you know, and you to let me." She lied. "But, I promise, I'm not trying to escape, I swear it, a Princess never lies."
"Wait, you're the princess?"
"Yes, I am, the princess, and you wouldn't want to deny the princess, would you?"
"No, I would not." He shook his head. "You two." He pointed at Ahsoka and Anakin. "Stand over there, your backs to the wall."
They both looked at the girl, but she gave a subtle nod, she knew what she was doing, and they were going to have to trust her.
So begrudgingly, the two stood at the wall, and the guard opened the cell door.
"Thank you, kindly," She curtsied.
"Roger, roger." The man nodded, as he closed the door behind her. "Stay there, scum." He pointed at the two.
Lovisa took two steps ahead, before doubling back, and slamming the man's face into the cell bars, before grabbing for his gun, using the end of it to knock him out, for good.
Anakin and Ashoka jumped back, at her actions, both wearing faces of surprises, their hands on their heads.
"Come on, lets get out of here." She snapped at them, as she yanked the keys off the guard, and unlocking the door.
Ahsoka rushed quickly, to run out, hopping over the body, as she reached Lovisa, Anakin swooping up Lovisa's cloak, before also joining them.
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Of Light and Darkness: The Rising Darkness part 2
Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader
WARNINGS!: Cannon typical violence, language, Depressive and stress related descriptions, stim shots and over use of medications(didn't know so tagged in case), injuries & not appropriately treating them, JANGO FETT! (we love him! but definitely a warning)
A/N: I take no credit for the movie dialogue that is all the work of the wonderful Mr. Lucas! THIS IS A LOVING WORK OF FANFICTION!!! With that said I did take more than a few liberties but I tried to pull from the film and meld it into a cohesive piece. Much love to all the prequels and the folks there in!
PS- I've been stuck with writers block for these latest chapters so it's going REALLY SLOW! I am so sorry guys, I'm doing ma best. Definitely gonna take a break after this arc to build up a few chapters so hopefully this doesn't happen again.
Picture Credit: Lucasfilm and pinterest
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“Et nomine Kaf, et frappuccino, et soda and chocolate... Aaaaahhhh Fuck here we go.” You muttered the funny little chant to yourself before exiting the lift.
It was a long day already. The changeling's death, the autopsy, debriefing the council, the meeting with Padme; you were done with the day much less the week. The jorgan fruit to top this cake was the council riding roughshod over you all. Sending Anakin on this protection detail solo was not a good idea, especially after what Dorme had reported back.
Moping and complaining to you was one thing, but it wasn't acceptable on an assignment. Even less acceptable to the person they were assigned to protect. Taking a deep breath to remind yourself yet again that he was young and still maturing, you resisted the urge to knock sense into him repeatedly. Entering the guest room where Anakin was currently trying his best to get dressed did draw a wan smile though. He was fighting the material, trying to fasten it like a robe instead of a shirt.
“Pull that any harder and you won't have but your trousers and vest to wear.”
“You sound like Obi Wan,” Anakin turned sourly to you, he could already sense the lecture coming. “I'm a Jedi, not a fashion model.”
“Oooh someone's in a mood I see.”
Anakin threw up his hands in frustration, “I look like a puffer pig on Lifeday eve.”
“Yes, but a very handsome puffer pig.”
“Yeah right,” Anakin was fighting a smile.
“Well it still looks good on you.” You waived off his hands and started refastening the loose shirt then handed him the over coat. “Last time I helped you like this was your first days as our Padawan, now it's your first big solo mission.”
“Master Y/n?” Anakin felt a ripple in your signature, wistful and sad. “I promise we'll be fine, you don't have to worry.”
Raising an eyebrow you hummed in your throat, “I wonder sometimes if there is something that I have forgotten... some nugget of wisdom that hasn't yet been passed. Have I done all that is possible to protect and guide you?”
Anakin had towered over you for a few years now and yet it still felt like he was that small boy sitting with you at the pond. He felt you take his hand, giving a squeeze looking up at him with those knowing eyes. Casting his own gaze to his boots Anakin felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment, “Guess I've been a bit dumb huh?”
“Just young. ” Letting go to tug at his braid you watched as a smile quirked up. “Hey look I'm no council member, but I do have a little wisdom that I haven't quite passed on that you may need for this mission.”
You reached a hand into your robes to retrieve a small object, one that had lived in your desk for sometime. You had hoped that it would be a while yet till he needed this, but you could no more stop the passage of time than to stop the flow of the living Force. Perhaps you were so cautious with Anakin because of your own misfortunes, maybe it was the few rough missions and close calls. Taking the bracelet that matched Obi Wan's you fastened it to his wrist, slowly letting the words flow.
“You have the biggest heart Anakin Skywalker and you're a damn fine apprentice. I have no doubt that you can protect yourself and Senator Amidala from whatever gets thrown your way. Yes I will worry, but only because I care for you so much and want you safe. As your Master though, I know that I must let you go no matter how hard that is for me. We will be with you always and if you ever doubt it just look right here.” Tapping the bracelet you took a deep breath and glanced up at those bright blue eyes. They were different from Obi Wan's, more mirthful and cocky. You never wanted that mirth to leave him, you'd spare him any heartache if you could, but that was life and so your apprentice must take the good with the bad as you all did. “Now about that big heart.”
“Master I...”
Holding up a hand you smiled again at the young man. “I'd be a pretty big hypocrite if I shot your feelings down right now wouldn't I?”
“I don't know...”
“Yes you do.” Quirking up a brow at your apprentice and giggling at the blush that now spread up to his ears. “Don't tell Obi Wan though, he likes to think he's so sneaky. And I'm sorry that I was so remiss in advising you before all this started.”
“Well it's not like Jedi usually have significant others.” Anakin snarked.
“Be that as it may, I do have a little advice. Be honest and tell her how you feel, what you admire, what you think. Listen to what she has to say instead of thinking that you're right all the time. Don't let your pride speak where your heart should. And above all else never let your pride and heart out pace your brain... if anyone could testify about that it's me.” Giving his hand a last squeeze you stepped back to get one last glance at him, no longer the boy but the man.
Anakin glanced down at his feet again, “What if she doesn't feel the same way?”
“That is the risk we take,” using your finger to tip his chin back up you gave him a kind look. “Either way at least you'll know, which is better than wallowing in the what if's. Take your shot kid, the Force will be with you.”
“As it is with you Master.”
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“Sarinysium is hard stuff to come by kiddo... even harder to produce correctly,” Maffa studied his young friend from across the desk. Bone and soul tired like you hadn't slept in several days, and then there was the small fact that you had come to him for information. While he was more than happy to oblige you, Maffa also knew that you didn't turn to him for help lightly. Must be a real emergency, he figured. “With a concentration and distillation of this quality though... a few that come to mind.”
“Anyone from the planets that have left the Republic?” You swirled the amber liquor clinking the ice on the sides of the glass. You wouldn't breathe easy till Anakin checked in from the hiding place and were also anxious to hear what Obi Wan had found out from Dex. You didn't have the premonitory gifts of your Master, none the less you felt the edge of war's knife at the throat of the galaxy. Looking to the old gangster you saw that even he could tell the tides were changing.
“One or two but the one that comes most to mind is a planet called Kamino. Lot of war profiteers, cloners that make armies for hire, weapons manufacture and testing.” Maffa took a sip of his own glass, pursing his lips. “Y/n please let someone else handle this. These type of folks mood changes with the wind and the highest bidder.”
“I wish I could... but duty calls.” Downing the last of your drink you smiled at your friend. “Besides you know Obi Wan will keep track of me well enough.”
Maffa sighed heavily, but shrugged his shoulders and wrote some information on a flimsy for you. As you grasped the sheet he took hold tightly. “Just be safe little Y/n. If someone has brought back a weapon like this, there's no telling what they have up their sleeves.”
Giving Maffa a hug you promised to come back by after your mission. You called Obi Boy, he had found a similar lead to the mysterious planet Kamino and was headed to the Archives. By the time you had arrived though he had struck a dead end there and apparently upset Master Nu in the process. With the two of you at a loss you thought on what Master Melri would do. “Well when in doubt, find a wiser adult.”
“I think Master Yoda is teaching sabers to the younglings today.” Obi Wan gazed down at your haggard appearance, sighing at the sight. As the two of you made your way down the halls he pulled you into one of the blind corners. Circling his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your head. “You look a fright wee one, here let me help.”
“Sorry, I haven't even been back to our quarters yet.”
Obi Wan turned you so he could fix your ponytail. He could also tell that you'd been subsisting on nothing but Kaf by how shaky your body was. You spun in his arms laying your head against his sternum. Laying his head to yours Obi Wan sighed knowing that this was exhausting for the both of you. “Come wee one, let us consult with the most adult person we know.”
“Don't think, feel with the Force. Help you it will.” Yoda focused on the small ones before him. Young though they were, strong and skilled were they too. Much like a great garden these younglings minds simply needed nurturing and time for them to reach their potential. Sensing the approaching knights Yoda clacked his staff on the floor. “Younglings, Younglings visitors we have.”
“Hello Master Kenobi and Master L/n.”
"Hello Younglings,” Obi Wan gave a small smile. “We're sorry to disturb you Master.”
“Teddy Bear Clan! How's your class today lil squishes?” A wave of giggling bounced around the room. You smiled at the group of children, no matter how tired you were, seeing them certainly buoyed your spirits. Now if you could remain upright that'd be a trick.
Yoda laughed at your greeting, “What help to you can I be?”
“Why don't you take the lead Obi Boy, I'm gonna test the structural integrity of that post.”
“Indeed, we shall see whom crumbles first.” Obi Wan tried to hide his grin, instead focusing more on the wise Master before him. “We're looking for a planet described to us by separate acquaintances, but it doesn't appear in the archives.”
“Lost a planet have you? How embarrassing... how embarrassing. Liam, the shades,” Master Yoda raised the reader and gestured for all to come closer. “Gather around the map reader, clear your minds and find this lost planet we will.”
With the room darkening your mind started to really blank, so very tempted to fall asleep right there standing against the pillar. Instead you tracked Obi Wan as he paced the room.
“It ought to be here, but it isn't.” Obi Wan shook his head at the empty space on the map.
You nodded in agreement, “Maffa said the same, right between Scarif and the Rishi moon.”
“Gravity is pulling all of the stars in the system to this spot.” Obi Wan looked to you. “What do you think darling?”
“Nothing good I can tell you that.”
“Gravity's silhouette remains, but the star and all of its planets have disappeared. How can this be?” Yoda gazed at his charges, young and old alike. “Hmm a thought? Anyone?”
One little hand raised, their voice so very calm, “Master, it's because someone erased it from the archive memories.”
“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is. The Padawan is right, go to the center of gravity's pull and find the missing planet you will.” Yoda began to walk towards the hallway, the two knights following.
“Master Yoda who could have emptied the data from the archives? Isn't that impossible?” Obi Wan did not like where this evidence was leading.
“Dangerous and disturbing this is, only a Jedi could have erased those files. But who and why, harder to answer... meditate on this I will.” Yoda hummed thinking about all that had transpired in the last 24 hours. How was it that he and the Council could not have sensed this? How and why the Senator were drawn in was troubling as well. Looking at the two weary knights he sighed. “Rest now and this afternoon depart for this mystery planet you shall.”
Both of you bowed and headed to your quarters. Over and over the darkest of thoughts and more came to mind, and unfortunately none that you could outright dismiss. Making it in the door you flopped on the couch, Obi Boy set an alarm and then pulled you in close. He ran his hand through the mess that was your hair, gently stroking it as you held him tighter. “Maffa thinks I should sit this one out.”
“Then he and I are of the same mind. Would that I could send you to look after the boy instead, but I require your brilliant intellect.” Obi Wan sighed raising his other hand to scrub his face.
“How do you want to play this?” Resting your chin to look up at him you blinked and almost fell asleep right there. It was hard to resist the warm safety of his embrace.
Obi Wan hummed in his chest, “First we shall rest, then simply take things in our stride as we progress.”
“So very wise,” your head slumped to nestle into his strong chest. “Love you.”
“And I you wee thing.”
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“There it is, our missing planet.” Obi Wan turned back to you in the fighter. Seeing you knees to chest and dead to the world asleep gave him a grin. Reaching back through the seats to tap you awake he laughed at your grumbles. “Wake up sleepy kaf gremlin, we're here.”
You blinked owlishly and gazed out the canopy as the ship descended through the atmosphere. “Oh goodie... rain.”
“Come now we must put on our best faces.”
Making the mad dash to the door of the landing platform and looking like drenched rats was not going to make a good first impression. Wringing out your ponytail caused Obi Wan to snort. "Not...a ... word."
Obi Wan only smirked, quirking an eyebrow.
A tall being with the most remarkable obsidian eyes greeted you. “Master Jedi, welcome to Tipoca City. The Prime Minister is expecting you.”
“Oh this is getting weirder and weirder...” you glanced at your Obi Boy.
Obi Wan tried to keep neutral expression, “We are expected?”
“Of course! After all of this time we were starting to think you weren't coming.” The being before them began to walk and gestured to follow. “I am Tuan We, administrator and one of the overseers of this facility.”
“Pleased to meet you.” you studied the taller being in fascination. “This is Master Obi Wan Kenobi and I am Healer Y/n L/n.”
“What are you up too?”
“Just trust me, scientists talk to other scientists... networking.”
Taun We looked intrigued by that, “I've never met a Jedi Healer before, perhaps you would enjoy a tour of the medical facilities while Master Kenobi meets with the Prime Minister?”
Obi Wan stroked at his beard to hide a smirk, “Very clever.”
“That would be wonderful, also do you mind if I ask a few questions?”
"I would be happy to answer," Taun We inclined her head and long neck to the female, "I would be most interested to ask you about your work as well."
You smiled, "Excellent."
You managed to keep Taun We busy right up until you entered the Prime Minister's office. Introductions were made, Prime Minister Lama Su extending the offer that since you had both arrived so late in the evening that a full inspection would be organized in the morning.
“Thank you, we feel most welcome.” Obi Wan smiled over the cup of tea that had been brought in.
Lama Su studied these Jedi with a keen eye. “You'll also be pleased to know that we are on schedule. 200,000 units are battle ready with a million more on the way.”
“I'm sorry units?” Your ears perked at the term.
“That is... great news.” Obi Wan gave you a look. “Wait and see wee one.”
“Please tell your Master Sifo Dias that his order will be met on time.” Lama Su further gauged their reactions. Either this was as unexpected for the Jedi as for the Kaminoans or something was greatly amiss.
“I'm sorry who...” Obi Wan was now quite startled.
You were equally shocked, “Did you say Master Dias?”
“Yes. Master Sifo Dias is still a sitting member of your Jedi Council is he not?”
“Master Sifo Dias was reported missing and presumed killed almost 10 years ago.” Obi Wan placed the cup down to watch the being across from them. As soon as one clue was found, a new mystery was revealed.
“Obi Boy...”
“I know sweetling.”
Lama Su dipped his head, “I'm so sorry to hear that, but I'm sure he would be proud of the army we've built for him.”
“The Army...”
You quickly covered for Obi Wan's shock, “That's why we're here. Though some of the data has been lost to us since his passing, did Master Dias say who this army was for?”
“Why for the Republic of course.” Lama Su Rose and opened the portal to the viewing platform off the office. “Magnificent aren't they?”
You and Obi Wan stepped forward to row upon row of troopers for as far as the eye could see. Each of the signatures was so unique yet all wore the same uniform blending seamlessly into the other. Looking at Obi Wan with a wide expression he nodded back. “Obi Boy what have we gotten ourselves into?”
“This is bigger than any of us could have imagined...”
The Prime Minister gave a short viewing tour, highlighting the best of the genetic modifications made to these beings. Obi Boy had to calm you a few times when the Kaminoans referred to the men as “Items”. While the science of cloning had been around for some time you were fascinated by the advancements that the Kaminoans had made. That they managed to avoid the pitfall of clone madness thus far by balancing out the growth stages was quite the trick.
All in all from the surface a well run facility. While Obi Wan had continued on with Lama Su, you were escorted to the medical research wing to meet with their head researcher Nala Se. The female Kaminoan was different from her counterparts, speaking more kindly regarding the beings that were under their care, but none the less regarding them as a product.
“And what other research regarding combat is performed?” You were looking over the records of the Alpha series of clones.
Nala Se tilted her head, “I'm not sure I understand Healer L/n?”
“It's just that in my experience most militaries have an R&D for weaponry, medical research, technology... I was curious if that was similar here?”
Taun We was quick to answer, “Our weapons research is conducted elsewhere, closer to the armory.”
“So ballistic and plasma based items?” You stated the question with the same detached ease as you would a post operative report. There was a spike between the two other beings, “I'll take that as a no?”
“We have in the past done other weapons research, but it was shut down years ago and now only kept in the high security areas. I trust that you'll understand that I cannot show you those without proper clearance.” Taun We eyed the Jedi, she was an intelligent being for a human. Lama Su had warned to watch both of their guest carefully.
“Being in the RRC I've responded to many places where Bioligics have been used, I was curious if you had any new advances in treatment perhaps?”
Nala Se's eyes did widen at that, “Of course we would be happy to share our data to help those affected.”
“Not a pleasant business Biologics,” you kept a pulse on their signatures, “the worst I ever saw was sarinysium. Terrifying stuff, gone in the blink of an eye...”
The two Kaminoans became uneasy at your mention, body language changing subtly.
“I apologize, sometimes I tend to ramble.” You looked to Nala Se who kept eyeing the report in your hand. “These Alpha troopers are quite the group, why weren't more of them created?”
Nala Se seemed to relax at the question and change of topic, “We found them to be far too strong willed to create in large numbers. It seemed better to have them as leaders among the ranks.”
You nodded, “Ah, well thank you very much for your time and hospitality. I look forward to the demonstrations tomorrow.”
As you were escorted through the halls you mulled over this new piece of the puzzle. You had only briefly met Master Dias during your time as a Padawan, he had been a good and loyal member of the order. Why then had he done this?
Angry yelling coming from the hallway ahead drew your attention as quickly as your feet, old instincts kicking over. Turning the corner you saw a group of clones carrying one of their own. Without thinking you removed his helmet and began to palpate where you saw blood. It was your first real look at the men, you weren't sure if this one was in shock at seeing you or if the expression was from the pain of his injury.
“What happened?”
The men looked at you as though you sported horns and a second head. “Uh... Ma'am?”
“It's alright I'm a healer, now what happened?”
The trooper who was being supported crumpled to the ground causing the focus to shift. As you knelt to check the injured clone he tried to be nonchalant. “Fell in the simulation, think I blacked out for a bit... just startled my squad is all.”
“Is that true?” Taun We questioned.
The rest of the men shifted restlessly, till one spoke out. “One of the training droids malfunctioned, fired after the exercise ended. He fell from the ledge."
"How far?" You fired off the question while checking pupil reaction.
"I'd say 6 meters ma'am."
“Uh huh,” Looking at the injured man you pulled out your best smile. “Alright handsome let's just be sure that hard head didn't crack. Let me see now, this may feel a little strange.”
Placing your hands to cup his face and reaching with the Force you soon found the problem. A hemorrhage causing intracranial pressure that would kill the man before he could make it to a medbay. He was deteriorating quickly pupils unequal, his pulse was racing under your fingertips. Glancing at the others gathered you instructed them to hold the patient steady. Focusing you began to channel and mend the broken vessels, breathing and heart rate returning to normal. Slowly opening your eyes you saw warm brown ones staring back alert and bright. “How do you feel now handsome?”
Who was this strange woman, not an instructor for certain? When CC-3636 felt those gentle hands on his pounding head he figured that was that, end of the line before he even saw combat. Then a warm feeling as the pain went away, gentle smile easing his fears. Seeing Taun We watching the interaction brought him back to reality quick enough. Sitting up straight he gave a crisp reply, “Much better ma'am, I'll report to my next training rotation with my squad.”
“The hell you will, you're going with me to the medbay and getting a second look at, isn't that right?” Looking up at Taun We you saw the subtlest nod. Helping the much taller man to his feet you couldn't help but appreciate the sheer stature of all the clones. Their progenitor must be truly impressive if these were any indication. Unfortunately you also wobbled like a fawn having gotten up too quickly and fell against your patient. “Kark... Sorry!”
CC-3636 smirked at the little thing, barking orders one minute then skittish the next. He linked her arm through his and marched toward the medbay. “Quite all right ma'am.”
Obi Wan meditated by the window of the guest quarters, it was spartan but spacious. The bounty hunter was here, of that Obi Wan was certain, but what his underlying motivations were... that was yet to be discovered.
You were resting after an eventful afternoon, resting even as tired and annoyed as your were. Obi Wan had sensed your feelings from the minute that the Kaminoans had referred to the beings under their care as objects. He was a guardian but in many ways you too were one. Your respect and compassion towards all beings was one of the many things he admired. Even drained as you had been you couldn't stop babbling about the troopers you had encountered... and the fact that none of them had a name.
“Obi?” You padded over to where he sat by the window, storm raging on the other side. When he didn't respond you decided to join him, taking a seat in his lap. Warm strong arms wrapped around and trapped you against his chest. Leaning your head back you waited for him to speak first, far too afraid of your own thoughts.
“You were a loth cat in a prior life darling.” He kissed the side of your neck. “What is it?”
“I sense darkness lurking around the poor souls here.” A tear slipped loose at the intrusive thought and of the old pain trying to break loose again. “How can life be created simply to die...”
“All life ends y/n, but we go on in the Force.” He felt your head shake.
“They were born to die for someone else's fight, for someplace they've never even seen, a choice that was never theirs to make. How can anyone use other beings like that?”
“Ahh... You know as well as I that not all beings in the universe have everyone's best interest in mind. That not all have the same virtues and heart.”
Playing with his hands nervously you considered what had woken you, “I saw something Obi Boy... something terrible.”
“Show me.”
Opening you signature to his own the same images flashed in rapid succession. War, pain, the red of a sith's lightsaber, death.... swirling so quickly that it was hard to catch one before the next came. He could feel the shudder running through your body, the cold sweat rising. Obi Wan ran his hands at your side to soothe and comfort. Turning to look you in the eye he could see the dark set in.
“Can we stop it? Can we save them?” Tears rolled down your cheeks thinking again of the man you had healed but a few hours before. He didn't know that his eagerness for battle was simply the naivete of one who had yet to even really live.
Obi Wan kissed your forehead softly, holding you tight, “I hope so sweetling... for all our sakes.”
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Jango Fett paced the small common area in his quarters, occasionally peering in to watch his son sleep. What he would give to dream so soundly, but those days had long departed. He had spotted the sleek starfighter as he landed his own ship. Lama Su had informed him that the Jedi had finally come to see the war cattle that had been created from his genetics. He knew well enough that wasn't the only reason for their appearance.
This was just a job like any other, with the exception of the son he loved dearly. Of all the things that had come of his work these last 10 or so years Boba was the one that he never regretted. Glancing to the buildings at the far side of the floating city his thoughts drifted again to the two visitors. “Alright Jetii your move...”
“Boba is your father here?” The small boy at the door nodded, “May we see him?”
Boba pursed his lips seeming uncomfortable, “Sure.”
“I don't think he likes strangers.” You tried to give the boy a smile which he returned even if shyly. His look turned to a sneer when he looked at Obi Wan.
Obi Wan raised a brow, “I think he likes you better than me.”
Entering into the small apartment you heard Boba call for his father. It was much like the one that the two of you had stayed in, though you could feel the echos of happy memories here. Hearing movement from the bedroom you turned to see a striking man coming towards you. He moved with a lethal grace and an aura of command. It was his face that truly struck you, scared and battle hardened version of the younger clone from the day before.
Taun We bowed her head at the man, “Welcome back Jango, was your trip productive?”
“Fairly.” Jango had quickly sized up the male, a fighter and cocky for sure, not a problem if push came to shove. The female was... intriguing. Turning to face the shorter woman he put on a flirting smile, making his tone lighter. “And you are?”
Your mind blanked at the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't that you weren't used to flirting, just that this felt altogether different, like a test of sorts. Fortunately Taun We stepped in.
“This is Jedi Master Obi Wan Kenobi and Jedi Healer Y/n L/n, they've come to check on our progress.”
Jango watched as the healer offered a hand in greeting, maybe trying to regain their footing. Pretty little thing, not his type but none the less there was something charming about her. Taking your hand Jango raised it to his lips and gently pressed a kiss. “Welcome to Kamino.”
You swallowed hard, “Thank you.”
Obi Wan watched as this Jango released your hand and walked towards him. He raised an eyebrow and tried to appear unaffected by the little exchange. “Your Clones are very impressive, you must be very proud.”
“I'm just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.” Jango gazed impassively at Kenobi, then darted his eyes briefly to you. Your attention had fallen to Boba and his Djarik board. It was a game that they had started just before he left on this last assignment, she was studying the board in interest. Jango resisted a smirk when you shook your head at his son's next play.
“Ever made your way far as Couriscant?” Obi Wan had used the man's momentary distraction to look past into the room by the door, the metallic glint of armor catching the light.
Jango caught the line of the other Jedi's sight even as he pressed in his move to the board, whispering for Boba to close the door. He inched into your space crowding and then brushing past you to face Kenobi again, “Once or twice.”
Obi Wan fired back, “Recently?”
“Possibly...” Jango could see that this Kenobi didn't like him getting near the woman, how interesting. He leaned on the table close to you, smiling and giving a wink. “Though I have thought of passing by more often. Such a beautiful place with such... marvelous people.”
“You must leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake Mr. Fett.” You saw the hunter cock his head.
Jango rather liked this Jetii, “I've never had any complaints.”
"Probably far too busy to hear them, you seem more a man of business," leaning slightly closer you glanced down at his lips then back to that hawkish gaze. A flirting smile passed your lips, "and seldom one of ... pleasure."
"Being trapped in that Temple of yours mesh'la what would your know of such things?" If the Jeti'ika wanted to play then who was he to deny her.
“Hmm...Well I've never had any complaints.” You kept eye contact, smirking. Master Melri always said when men flirt their guard was at it's lowest. However Jango may like the game he still wasn't giving you anything. Obi Wan on the other hand was not happy with the exchange. You could feel the territorial protectiveness in his signature spiking and while it was comforting it also wouldn't help. “Easy Obi...”
“I'm fine.”
“Bantha Shit. Mission first...Besides you know I only have eyes for you sweet man.”
Obi Wan gritted his teeth & attempted to reign in his temper, now trying a different avenue. “Then you must have met Master Sifo Dias.”
“Master who?”
Ah, now there's something. Obi Wan circled closer to Fett, “Sifo Dias, was he not the Jedi that hired you for this job?”
Jango didn't like that the knight had caught him off guard, deciding to keep this discussion to the point. “Never heard of him.”
“Really?” You now came to stand beside Obi Wan. “Then how...”
“I was hired by a man called Tyranus, on one of the moons of Bogden.”
“Curious,” You murmured absently, “must be an associate.”
Jango looked between the two, setting a challenging gaze at Kenobi, “Do you like your Army?”
“I look forward to seeing them in action.” There was a ghost of a smile on Obi Wan's face.
“They'll do their job well, I'll guarantee that.”
You watched the two men posture, like rivals testing the waters. You had caught sight of the armor too and old tales of Mandalorian fighters scratched at the surface. This man had the cold eyes of a killer for certain, but he also loved his son dearly as evident by the many trinkets and their strong bond. A man of many facets.
Was Jango truly a part of whatever was transpiring or simply a pawn? The aura surrounding the boy was clear and curious; whatever the father's dealings Boba didn't seem privy. Either way nothing more would be gained with further discussion now. “Thank you for answering our questions Mr. Fett, we're very sorry to have intruded.”
“Please call me Jango.” Again he saw the small flash of jealousy in Kenobi's eyes as he looked back at him. “Always a pleasure to meet a Jedi.”
As their guests left Jango could see his son was as uneasy as he was. Dooku had not told him what the contingency was if the Jedi came sniffing around, but he recognized the danger of the situation well enough. Looking at his son, his decision was made.
“Pack your things, we're leaving.”
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“Great karking plan!” You yelled watching the armored man fly off. “What happened to 'just having a talk?'”
“He's Mandalorian,” Obi Wan gritted his teeth, “That is how they talk!”
The ship on the platform was powering up it's weapons systems. Dashing towards the front of the craft you tried to signal the very scared kid in the cockpit. Taking cover by a pillar you focused trying to influence the boy through the Force, “You want to power those down Boba. This is a bad idea, power down the weapons.”
The guns gave a short burst towards Obi Wan, so much for the power of persuasion. Dashing towards the ramp you felt arms grip you from behind and your feet leaving the ground. “Dank Ferrik!!!”
“Don't move Jetii.” Jango held fast to the woman while flying. He kept a keen eye on Kenobi, “Your choice me or the woman?”
“Get him Obi!”
Obi Wan waited till Fett flew close then gave a running kick at the man, causing you to fall. All three of you went sprawling on the platform. Obi Wan went on the defensive, quickly disarming the hunter of his pistol. The three of you began to trade blows though Fett effortlessly deflected both of you. You attempted to jump on the man's back to pull his helmet off and earned a broken nose for your efforts.
“Poor decision sweetheart,” Jango flung the woman across the platform before spying Kenobi trying to retrieve his weapon. Wrapping the man with a cable he set to the air, a dunk in the ocean would take care of the problem well enough.
Obi Wan knew that if Fett was able to get him over the water this fight would not end in his favor. Turning and gaining his feet again he reached out for a post to hold tight and hopefully anchor in. He almost lost his footing when you slid into him. “Y/N!”
“I got ya, pull!” The sudden loss of slack caused the hunter to crash, jet pack flying wildly before exploding. That didn't stop Jango from being quick to retrieve his pistol, nor Obi Wan to forget that he was attached to the hunter as he ran past to kicked him off the platform.
“Oh not good...”
Splashing across the platform you saw as Fett detached the cable. “OBI!”
A few moments later you could still feel him in the Force, signature still bright. “I'm Alright, keep them busy.”
“On it.” Racing to the ramp of the Firespray you quickly found the boy. The angry look on your face must have frightened Boba and you quickly softened to his fear. You held out your hands trying to deescalate this situation. “Boba I want you to come with me...”
“NO! WHERE'S MY DAD?”
“I'm not going to hurt you. Come, we're going to see Taun We and get this sorted. It's not safe...” The Force spiked a moment before the danger struck. Turning quickly to deflect the shots from Jango's blaster you weren't able to see Boba reach for the one in the hold.
Your body fell limply to the ground, Boba nudging you just to be sure the stun worked. Looking up at his father,the boy smiled. “We got them good didn't we Dad.”
“Yes we did son,” Jango picked up the Jedi and secured her in the janitors closet of the hall. Normally he would have held onto her for information, but where they were going he didn't want to be tracked. Killing the woman wasn't part of the job, Jetii or no, so he would leave her for the Kaminoans to deal with. Checking her pulse and finding it steady Jango turned to leave. “For your sake mesh'la... don't follow.”
Obi Wan dashed back inside out of the rain after having just missed the departing ship. Blast it all, how had they gotten away and where were you? Slicking his wet hair back he reached out to try to find you, “Y/n, where are you sweetling?”
“Ooooohhhhh.... my head, what in the sith hells?”
Glancing around he opened a side closet door just grabbing hold as your tumbled out. Nose bloody and blinking at the bright light, all things considered it could be worse. “Just tidying up are we?”
“Ha ha ha... Hrrrrgh, kid got the drop on me, kriffin' hells!”
Obi Wan hummed hauling you to a stand, “Well I dare say you'll have another chance at him. I managed to place a tracker, do you think you can manage?”
“Lemme at 'em!” You tried to walk but only succeeded in almost falling down. Obi Boy shook his head and picked you up. You grimaced, “Next time you and Anakin can investigate and I'll go with the Senator to the cool hideout.”
“I'm inclined to agree. Now heal thyself so we can run our quarry to ground.”
As the ship left the atmosphere you pondered again just how well your Padawan was doing on his own? Were there more hunters waiting in the wings, had the two managed to stay hidden?
“Wee one?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you sure you're alright? That was a gruesome hit...” Obi Wan paused feeling your small hand reach forward to squeeze at his bicep.
“I shouldn't have let my guard down, I'm sorry.” You pressed your head to the back of his seat. “some help I am...”
“You are doing well Y/n.” Obi Wan squeezed and stroked his fingers against your hand soothingly. “The fact that you're exhausted from overstretching your abilities and still standing is a wonder of stubborn will. Any other healer would have been put on rest by now from so much, you've treated how many critical wounds in the last two days? And on top of that been in how many altercations?”
“Two not a big deal.” You cringed and tried to change the subject. ”Don't forget to scan the exit point.”
Obi Wan rolled his eyes at your evasiveness, “Four counting yourself and that changeling. You've barely slept or eaten dear girl."
You felt even more guilty now for not taking better care and for flubbing up, "I'm sorry..."
Reaching over Obi Wan took your hand, gently kissing the knuckles. "Nothing to be sorry for wee one. Give yourself some grace darling. Why don't you eat one of those red biscuits and if you would hand me one too please.”
There was a pit in your stomach, but you did as he asked. Flying through hyperspace you released Obi Boy's arm handing him the biscuit, “Toss me back the blue pack by the controls.”
You could hear Obi Boy grumbling in his throat as you took out one of the pre loaded syringes. Taking a deep breath you stuck it into the muscle of your thigh, medications taking effect immediately. Taking stims was an unfortunate necessity when you got this tired, it was never something you enjoyed. The medications made you jumpy and your attention shorten. Slipping another injector away in your pockets, you handed the rest of the pack back forward. You took hold of Obi Boy's arm again, wishing you could hold his hand instead.
“I don't like when you have to use those.” Obi Wan stroked at his beard worriedly. He had hoped that their investigation would have ended on Kamino so that you could return and rest. Unfortunately the universe as always, mocked his wishes even if it wasn't for himself. “Are you sure that you're able to continue? We can always track the ship then call for assistance.”
You sighed, “I'll be alright and the sooner we finish this the better. So lets go find us a bounty hunter.”
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Ruined (Life Eternal)
A continuation of this.
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Humans are fond of the saying ‘when life gives you lemons, make lemonade’.
As a demon, it’s a phrase he’s never really understood because unless you’re comfortable drinking straight acid powerful enough to permanently pucker even Satan’s lips, lemonade requires a few more ingredients than just the juice of a handful of lemons.
However, as life has just handed him a mountain of lemons all while laughing in his face, he understands the desire to drink acid and take his chances. Turn this misfortune into something that may or may not kill him.
Standing in the tiny, grimy bathroom of the apartment that is meant to be his, arms folded over his chest and lips being worked between sharp teeth, he hisses, quiet so she does not hear. “Fuck.”
The corpse in the bathtub – purple and distended to the point where he dare not touch it, out of fear it’ll explode and paint the walls in a putrid shower of rotted guts – stares at him with one fogged over, dead eye; the other socket, empty and caved in. In hindsight, probably should have taken a note from the monkey’s books and buried him beneath some petunias weeks ago, but-
But he’s just not had a chance to. Between answering Lucy’s calls and trying to avoid being caught by the beautiful angel who’s currently sitting in the shithole that is now his living room, he’s had hardly a moment to himself. If he could have seen his own future and known how difficult it would be to keep that wingless beauty from learning him to be a demon and not the human she so desperately wishes to save, perhaps he’d have talked himself out of it. Convinced himself that it wasn’t worth it.
Though, realistically, that’s not likely.
He’s never once passed up the opportunity for a bit of fun; even if it did mean some extra work on the side. And, even based on the limited interactions they’ve shared thus far, his gut’s telling him that this is almost certainly going to be the most fun he’s had in centuries. It may even end up being a contender with the nun-orgy.
Nose wrinkling, he leans a little closer and snarls at the body turning to mush in the bathtub, “I swear to Satan, if I’m found out because of you and your God-awful stench, before I’m able to have any fun with that angel out there, I will find you in the pits of Hell and make it my sole responsibility to torture you until the end of time.”
“Uhm, Obi?” There’s the faintest of knocks upon the bathroom door; Shirayuki clears her throat, then asks with far more concern in her tone than should be possible, “Are you alright in there?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.” He says, stealing a quick and panicked glance towards the thin particle board separating them. Silently, and with as much grace as he can muster, he offers up pleas to Lucy and the rest of the denizens of Hell that Shirayuki doesn’t take it upon herself to just barge in here, with the intent of making sure he’s not lying or doing something sketchy.
“You’re sure?” A worried whisper slips in to caress him; like her lips have been pressed right up against the shell of his ear instead of the filthy door frame as she coos, “Do you need me to get anything for you?”
Unbidden, he shivers. Ichor thrums hotly in his veins.
Given that it’s only been a handful of weeks since she meddled her way into his life, mistook him for a human and promised that she would save him from the pits of Hell itself, it’s far too easy to envision how she must look right now.
The soft white dress she wears, hugging her in a way that’s likely considered sinful or distasteful amongst the feathered-fucks she’s trying to impress; but that has the demon in him wanting to rip it to shreds with his teeth. Her intelligent emerald gaze, wide with concern, while pale, delicate fingers sprawl out across the door; fingernails working to carve half moons into the surface, as she presses her ear closer; as if she’s trying to find a heartbeat in the depths of his hollow chest, instead of merely waiting for him to respond.
What he wouldn’t give, to get her into that position.
To hold her, with her red hair splashed out across his chest like blood. The freckles that dance along the bridge of her nose, so near that he can count each one, as green – the same colour as the leaves of the trees he’s fond of hiding amongst – study him; a mix of horror and understanding blossoming in their depths as she finally realizes he’s not the human she thought him to be, but has always been one of the monsters she was taught to hate.
Inhaling deeply – pushing the fantasy down into the shadows and ignoring the ache in his gut – the sharp gold eyes that stare back at him from the mirror harbour an expression he’s never worn before. One that’s akin to the excitement of a possession, but something that’s not quite so visceral or raw. It’s an expression that starts somewhere in his belly, and burns all the way through. Like hellfire, loose beneath his skin.
Another deep breath. A slow exhale, to keep his words from trembling, “Nope. I’m fine. Be right there.”
Flushing the toilet to keep up appearances and letting the sink run, he yanks the shower curtain back into place, covering up the body but not the smell. Tomorrow, he’ll dispose of the corpse he’s pretending to be, but today, he needs to be with her. Keep the lie alive, as he leads her further down the path to ruin.
Wiping sweaty palms on his thighs, it takes great restraint not to send his foot through the curtain to kick in the man’s face, and he growls a final warning under his breath, “Do not fuck this up for me, monkey.”
One last look in the mirror – mindlessly tugging at and trying to fix a stray hair that’s decided to cling to his forehead – he takes a deep and steadying breath, before plastering a smile on his face, and throwing open the bathroom door to greet the angel waiting on the other side.
#obiyukimadness23#ans#obiyuki#life eternal#in love with the mark#I have had the first half of this in my drafts for...#too long#but here we go.. here's another bit to this au that no one asked for lol
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I can't remember if I've already sent something like this but
I like the idea of an S/O who's like... An absolute God when it comes to cooking (not literally but you get what I mean).
The kitchen is like something from a Studio Ghibli movie, cluttered and full messy - but somehow it feels right - and it always smells like there's something divine being made in there, the scent practically floods the room. And the pantry/fridge/cupboard is constantly full. It probably looks something like this:
Morell cooing at his piglet in one of those funny hats and blue aprons only to gawp as they come out of the kitchen with a top-tier dish. Obie would get on one knee as soon as he tries his first dish from them. Nebul, Fank-E and Belo would probably be so fucking disappointed if they could smell the food but not eat it, and then be on the verge of tears when their smart little human somehow figures out a way for them to taste what they're making.
[You said Studio Ghibli and my eyes immediately rolled back into my skull as I remembered those repetitive "oMg StUdIo GhIbLi fOoD lOoKs So GoOd" tweets.]
God, if Morell finds out you cook better than him, he's getting so petty and insecure. He hates feeling challenged about that, he'd rather you not cook for or in front of him, honestly. Sure, your fields may be different, but it gnaws at his nerves.
Obie is having vivid daydreams of spending the rest of his life as your husband, having/adopting children with you and possibly opening a restaurant. You're getting married on a beautiful sunny day and he already picked out the dress/suit.
The monsters that can't taste can at least appreciate the fine art behind it.
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"..... what's with that look, doll? plan on just gawking, or are you gonna enjoy watching the sakura trees with me?" toji teases lyric lightly as he shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable on the park's stiff bench. despite his plain colors in clothes & the sleek black of his parasol, the ex-sorcerer hunter looks..... happy. soft, in a way. his lazy gaze flickers from his partner back to the sky, wistful. his lips are curled in a light smile.
"..... the view is really nice."
-> They catch themselves staring at the lines of his face that weren't there almost a decade ago—fine ones, so faint they almost miss them until the corner of his mouth catches in that too-sharp-almost-sneer that has preceded his cruelty to them on more than one occasion when they were younger. How the lip splitting scar on the corner of his mouth has not faded with time and instead become a more deeply impressed part of him like the stitch scars on the shoulder joint where he lost his arm and a segment of his side, narrowly avoiding death by exsanguination.
It's been nearly 7 years since then, when Shiu dragged him half-conscious to their doorstep and assumed they, a sorcerer and the only recent address he could remember, were someone to help him. Somehow better or cheaper than hospitals, and Lyric was left fumbling to find an affinity or a method of saving the man bleeding out on their rug and couch. ( it turned out to be something he needed a hospital for anyways. but he needed somewhere to stay and heal after that, and for whatever reason he could not return to where he had come from—if it existed to begin with. ) He stayed on their sofa after they tried to scrub the bloodstains out. Lyric peeled off gauze and replaced it when it bled through; cleaned his wound with saline and redid popped stitches when he moved too much. Shuffled awkward and irritable through him learning how to use one arm and the long healing and their hands around his throat on the couch, both of them teetering on despair and longing for death and neither of them able to have it.
The more time they spent in Lyric's shoebox apartment comingling lives, the less they fucked.
Lyric didn't even think about it between working sorcery and non-sorcery jobs, managing the condition of his wounds, trying to make a home where they didn't want one to be.
-> He's dressed for the blossom viewing, something Lyric has never done because it didn't exist in their life before: he wears a charcoal grey kimono with a striped obi for the belt, a thin black coat Lyric doesn't know the name for draped around his shoulders against the windy spring chill. His socks and sandals are the same color, along with the grip of the parasol he carries, the span of its canopy a teal in a color too close to the type Lyric wears in their regular clothes. His eyes crease at the corners, subtle crows feet from age, when he inclines his head towards them at his side. What's with that look, doll?
It doesn't have any of the bite like in the past. Maybe it's good that it doesn't. Proves that they're both more grown now, Lyric nearing their 26th birthday in oncoming May, but it still leaves a small hole of how things used to be. The distance they used to keep, to protect themselves.
It doesn't exist anymore. Toji eventually found a stable occupation that took advantage of the physical prestige his Heavenly Restriction granted him, and even if he has softened up around the edges and in the middle in a more comfortable life, Lyric knows he is no less dangerous even onehanded and retired.
-> It looks good on him. Caught them off guard the first time they thought it, and again the first time he was gentle to them intentionally: his broad hand holding a lace-loosened shoe for them to slide their foot into it in a little boutique store where a trendy pair caught their eye briefly in the window. How he made sure it fit close to their sole and didn't pinch in the toes when Lyric tied the laces. The softened-up teasing when he held the box out of reach so Lyric couldn't put it back on the shelf because shoes like that were expensive and their work was difficult, and Toji bought them anyways.
Left them on the coffee table in their apartment, slightly less shitty than the last one they lost the deposit on for obvious reasons. When he was stretched out on the couch, Lyric tucked one leg between him and the back of the cushions and settled on his hips, anticipating an exchange that had become typical of them for almost a year before he lost his arm. Felt their breath catch in their chest when his calloused fingers skimmed up their spine and stopped on the back of their neck.
Felt more confused than understanding when he laid them on his warm chest and kept watching the news, his knuckles drawing circles on one shoulder blade.
"... I just thought you looked good these
days, is all. It's different, but good.
You look better."
-> Healthier, they want to say, but don't. Happier. ( they wonder if they are apart of that happiness. if there's a place for them in it, or if he wants to make one, and where they exist in each other's lives as they are. Lyric had never planned to stay in Japan indefinitely. ) A gentle breeze plucks pale pink blossoms from their collectives and sends them tumbling through the air and across the blue eye, so bright and wide Lyric has to squint to look at it properly. They remember laying on their back in a field as a child and feeling they could fall both up and down at the same time when they stared at nothing but sky; they think of being as light as a cherry blossom petal and tumbling through the air to somewhere new. Of how the piles of them cover even the grey sidewalk and dark road asphalt and leave fantasy trails alongside hills of green grass until the whole world is colored by fleeting beauty.
"... it is pretty. There's so many of them, the
trees."
-> They wonder if the reflection of the sky in their eyes changes their color, warps their world view. They wonder if they were squinting and didn't notice when Toji lowers the edge of his parasol into their vision and blocks out the tree line and passing bodies of people just enough—just as Lyric opens their mouth to protest he's defeating the point, they turn their head towards him and catch the dark of his hair where the choppy edges barely overlap his eyes, the profile of his nose to his cheek to his mouth.
Catch his mouth, and theirs, and the gentle way he kisses them on the bench. Their fingers curl around the sides of the messenger bag in their lap, holding their essentials for going out. Squeeze it and expect something, but nothing comes; his mouth is gentle and warm, lightly chapped, and he kisses them chaste and slow like the moment can draw out forever. Lyric is almost scared that it will with their heart hammering away in their chest.
One of their hands clutches the collar of his kimono and the underlining, trying to ground or balance themselves. They lean a little closer to it and don't know why. Just want something that sits in their mouth but that they never say.
They think about how he says doll like a mockery, but also how his mouth shapes their name.
They think about him calling them baby, once, nose in their jaw and barely awake and their chest squeezes.
-> He parts them quietly and they know their cheeks and ears are flush, pink as the trees that surround them. Their hand loosens where it grips his kimono, but he keeps the parasol low enough they are just out of view of everyone else. His smile is too sharp because it knows them too well, and Lyric thinks of how Toji brings them coffee sometimes when he comes over, because he comes over, for no reason. Lyric thinks about how Toji wraps a scarf around their neck even when they insist, they don't need it, they've worked in way colder conditions. Lyric thinks about Toji, less cut like facet jewels and more like a living being, still visibly string and yet soft enough it doesn't hurt to touch him anymore, in their apartment kitchen taking a call from a client on their day off as he leans over their shoulder with his nose to their hairline as he watches them highlight passages in a local paper for potential curse leads.
Lyric thinks. About Toji. About their heart in their throat like a wild animal when he leans back into his own space and takes the parasol with him, lets their hands rest in their own lap. How he smiles, a little gentler than it needs to be, and says:
Yeah. View's good.
He does not look at the trees.
#goreburdened#* questions and answers.#⭐ your mother's weaves and your father's threads: let me rob them of you now ( goreburdened. | Toji )#TOJI LIVES AU LETS GO#⋇ NOTHING WILL SAVE YOU FROM CALAMITOUS EMBRACE: JUJUTSU KAISEN#⋇ THE ROCKROSE AND THE THISTLE: JUJUTSU KAISEN 0#oooooOOO listening to Delicate by Taylor Swift writing this btw and hhhouughugh#Is it cool that I said all that? / Is it chill that you're in my head? / 'Cause I know that it's delicate#anyways cherry blossom viewing is technically the end of march but like. shhh
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a small snippet from a fic I’ve been working on — reader and Obi-Wan go to the same uni but are in different friend groups which coincidentally dislike each other quite a lot. the two of them become secret ‘friends’ with benefits though, and the relationship develops from there…
“Oh, baby, you’re not going yet, are you?” The voice is more mocking than you’d like, but then again so is everything about Obi-Wan. He stretches out in bed, hands behind his head rendering him completely at ease.
You sigh in the middle of re-dressing yourself. “I said I’d study at Lawrence’s this evening. So I have to go.”
“Don’t you want to go for another round, though?”
Okay, perhaps you would like to stay here for a bit longer. Something about Obi-Wan’s room is oddly comforting to you, and no matter how much of a prick he may be, you enjoy the time you spend in his arms. “I’m meant to be there in twenty minutes, and I need to pick up some stuff from mine first.” Not to mention you need to make yourself look marginally less like you’ve just been fucked.
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “Come on, it’ll be fine. It doesn’t matter if you’re a little late.” Against all common sense, you pause before pulling your top back over your head. “And wouldn’t you rather be here than somewhere else where you have to study?”
He removes one hand from behind his head to pat the empty space in the bed next to him, and you can’t help but walk back over. His grin is ridiculous, but the way it makes your heart jump means that you don’t really care about that too much. He gestures to your clothes. “May as well take them back off, you don’t need them just yet.”
There’s no real grace to the way you remove your clothing again, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Obi-Wan, his eyes fixed on your body as it’s revealed to him again. No matter how long you’ve been doing this, he never seems to get tired of watching you bare yourself to him. To be completely honest, it’s the same for you; even now, you find your gaze drawn to the muscles of his arms, right there for you to look at and be distracted by.
He’s still grinning when you slip back into bed, meeting in the middle for a deep, slow kiss as his hand goes to your hip to pull you closer to him.
You’re late for the study session. Very late. And you can still feel the last of Obi-Wan’s cum sliding out of you as your friends ask what took you so long.
#obi wan x reader#i promise i am still writing learning you#it’s just not flowing as easily as I’d like it to right now.#so here is this!#when i get around to posting the full thing it’ll probably be told in different scenes from the relationship#starting off as a one night stand and growing from there#probably a bit angsty at points but i cannot go without a happy ending so there#vi does writing
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this is probably forty years late, but I think it would have been absolutely hilarious if darth vader and anakin skywalker were different people, and darth vader was in love with anakin.
like, anakin is still married to padme and they have their kids, but vader and him have this sexual tension with real love and it's even more fucked up than how it was with obi-wan. with obi-wan it’s like, daddy issues with a splotch of ‘have i made you proud? i’ll keep trying if i suck.’ these two are like, our souls smolder together in the same flame, our bond will not fail with time's treacherous plans, and also refuse to talk to each other because one of them ate the other's space sandwich.
vader is just like, obvious as hell and makes an effort to bridal carry anakin at every possible chance. there has to be bridal carrys; anakin wears a wedding gown in one of them. he writes angsty love poetry that compares his love to the burning of stars and the treacherous swell of the sea and the unrelenting chains of the desert and tells people with 100% seriousness that he’ll cut someone’s throat and drip blood over their corpse and himself if it pleases anakin. anakin believes this is normal.
vader is just like, what do you mean it’s not normal to cling to your best friend and tell him his lips are beautiful. it’s totally fine to tell your best friend that you want him as your wife and do his space AP Lit homework cuz he’s shit at anything not related to calculus. he cries and refuses to come out his room when anakin is kidnapped. he goes on a rampage, comes back covered in blood and anakin coos and brings warm blankets for his sweet boy.
vader is a literature nerd in this universe, and he loves a STEM child. it’s enemies to lovers.
obi-wan in this universe is just like, old man who drinks tea and tells everyone that this is a bad idea and no one listens to him. he gets to have his i-told-you-so moment on padme's funeral and its the only piece of vindication that he gets in the entire trilogy. he is satisfied.
like, vader and anakin grow up together and they both have this weirdly layered bond of gayness and friendship. they both get assigned to guard the senator, and then vader realizes he's in love after third wheeling for three days. anakin is head over heels, and marries padme since she’s the only one he’s met that’s as crazy as vader and he decides that he needs more people like him in his life.
vader spends the rest of clone wars being benignly jealous and cooking up more and more ridiculous schemes to confess his love. at one point space koalas are involved and anakin has been dumped in more roses than he can count. he now constantly smells like roses and troopers hang around him to avoid army stonk. anakin just being all stupid and like ' wow, you are such a nice friend.' the clone army all knows and are dying of laughter. (it turns really sad once they realize that vader really does love him, and he is aware that he'll never really be loved back. he is trying to get over it, but is failing really really badly)
padme and vader hate each other; vader has a cloth voodoo padme doll with a red dress and terrifying white makeup that he regularly sticks pins into because sticking pins into the real padme would make anakin sad, and padme uses an ouija board to attempt to send malevolent spirits to vader on his starship without telling anakin. anakin thinks that they both have a 'difficult, but loving relationship' kind of like him and vader. the irony is lost on him.
padme is lowkey insane, and can and will strangle you in a parking lot if you look at her wrong. she is a space atheist and she and vader argue about whether the Force is real, because she is a lady of science and you can’t make me join your religion, vader. she really does love anakin, but also isn’t a white feminist in this, and publicly disagrees with the jedi and constantly opposes the clones on human rights basis. it causes a bit of strife. vader agrees, but would rather ‘strangle himself with her fancy ass scarf’ than tell her. anakin is traumatized, and constantly downplays his issues, which is why he can’t recognize the clones’ problems.
anakin finds out that padme’s birth control failed, and is planning on leaving the senate. anakin begins to get dreams of padme dying, and confides in vader. vader attempts to help, but their plan gets them caught by the jedi council, and anakin is expelled. vader swears revenge and keeps looking; he begins to obsess over cheating death and turns to sidious for help. he tells him that if he murders a bunch of kids, he'll be able to use their souls to keep padme and anakin's kids alive along with padme. vader decides that it is worth the effort for anakin.
anakin has obvious objections, and has this talk with padme on how he was going to try to bring vader back from the darkside. padme thinks it's a stupid idea, but agrees to help him. anakin goes to mustafar and then meets vader whose unhinged and off his rocker.
drunk on the dark side, vader confesses to anakin and offers to rule the galaxy with him and padme. anakin refuses, and vader gets mad. obi-wan is here too for some reason, and then they all get into an argument where someone skewers anakin. the fight on mustafar ends with vader screaming at anakin's corpse and going "you swore that you loved me, and you always chose her. you liar!" padme comes from the ship, and she and vader have a tug of war with anakin's corpse which ends with him force choking her. (obi-wan leaves with padme who is distraught and trying to get her husband's body back from vader) vader then has a full on breakdown where he tries to beat anakin back to life and is scream sobbing while hugging anakin's corpse as he catches on fire because he's standing too close to the lava and that's how palpatine finds them.
he's sealed in a metal can and basically terrorizes the galaxy so he can inflict his misery on the world. tragedy at the greatest level. padme names vader as like, godfather to her two kids and then dies. nobody knows why she does this, and bail wonders if she had amnesia and decides not to tell her that the dude is a murderer who killed her husband and prayed for three years that her marriage would end in a lavender divorce. (she names vader godfather as a last promise to anakin)
vader is sad upon finding that padme is dead, and takes out all of the pins in the padme doll, and begs it to make padme come back. it does not work.
i have no idea how luke goes into this, but it would probably end with the 'obi-wan killed your dad' plot twist where anakin tries to stop obi-wan from killing vader and then obi-wan impales him on accident or something. it's stupid as fuck, but i can't think of a better solution.
anyway luke saves his gay godfather who tells him not to be obsessively possessive of others like he was to his dad, and tells him to use his ship to escape. he dies while killing the emperor to save luke, and then luke burns his body. after the funeral, he opens the cockpit and finds a dull black box in one compartment. he finds the padme doll with ominous pin stabs, and a picture of his dad and mom with conspicuous horns erased, and angelic wings drawn over it crudely. he also finds a picture of vader, his father and obi-wan with ahsoka with the huttese words 'my love, my father, my child' written on the back. luke is a bit weirded out, but he appreciates it.
i don't know why i wrote this.
#star wars#starwars#anakin skywalker#anakin x padme#darth vader#padme amidala#obi wan and anakin#obi wan kenobi#i have no idea if this was offensive#i'm sorry if this plays into homophobic stereotypes#i'm queer and ignorant of these things#explain to me#if i fucked something up#after typing all of this out#i wonder what demon possessed me to write all of this crap out.#sw fandom#sw prequels#sw#vader being in love with anakin#i will die on the hill that using voodoo magic to screw each other over#is something that this universe vader and padme would do
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*in the middle of wedding preparations*
Obito: *going into his and Deidara’s bedroom* Hey, Dei? For our reception, what do you want our fish option to be: salmon, or —
Obito: *stops mid-sentence; Deidara is sitting on their bed in a full wedding dress*
Obito: *quickly turns around* Dei! You have to warn me about stuff like that! It’s bad luck for a groom to see his to-be spouse in their wedding dress before the actual wedding!
Deidara, softly: That’s ok, Obi, hm. I won’t be wearing this. I just wanted to try it on one last time before I return it, hm.
Obito: *turns back around, a confused expression on his face* Return it?
Deidara: Yeah.
Obito: But … why? You spent weeks picking out the perfect one, and you were so excited …
Deidara: Well, I was wrong, hm. And stupid. I should have just picked out a suit like I’m supposed to.
Obito: *hesitates, then sits down next to him, taking his hand*
Obito: If you want to wear a suit, that’s fine. But I know you; you’ve been talking about your dream wedding dress almost since our first date. Did … did something happen?
Deidara: *nods*
Obito: Do you want to tell me what it was?
Deidara, hesitantly: It, well … Konan and I were in the bathroom trying out different looks for my hair, and Hidan walked by and … and he said that I — I —
Obito: *squeezes Deidara’s hand* It’s okay; I can guess. Baby … I think you’re absolutely stunning. Whether you’re in a dress or a suit, or even in your pajamas, you’re the most beautiful creature in this entire world to me. Fuck what Hidan says. This is OUR wedding, and you WILL be happy. Even if I have to kill that asshole for it to happen. Okay?
Deidara: *throws his arms around Obito in a hug* Thank you, hm.
Obito: Of course. Now, change out of that and hang it up, please; I wouldn’t want it to get dirty before our ceremony.
Deidara: Yes, sir. But … what about Hidan? He’s still gonna make fun of me, hm.
Obito: You know what? I’ll have a talk with him, and I’m sure he’ll see the error of his ways. Now hurry and change; I’m taking you to dinner.
Deidara: *kisses Obito then hurries into bathroom*
Obito: *stands up and cracks his knuckles* Oh, Hidan …
*at their wedding*
Hidan: Oi, old bastard, hold me up, I can’t see shit!
Kakuzu: *sighs and hold up Hidan’s freshly severed head* I truly hate you sometimes.
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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.
It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.
It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."
Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."
(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)
They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"
I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:
Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it
The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can
[in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits
I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:
Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves
Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something?
Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.
I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.
I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.
Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.
Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date.
Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT.
Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.
Firebird:
it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan.
"Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me"
(I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)
Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.
Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.
So is Yoda.
Willow:
Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this
Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me
Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.
I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.
"Hanging out with the little SiL!"
Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.
And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"
ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.
Firebird:
"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."
Willow:
Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right
BUT
When they SEPARATE
The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that.
Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up
BELLE
Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets
So, to make the timeline work...
I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.
So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.
Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.
At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.
That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.
Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.
Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.
Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.
He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.
Firebird:
Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis.
Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.
"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent"
"Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"
Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair
Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance.
I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.
So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies."
Anakin Broods.
Baby sisters. Must protecc.
"I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat."
"MUST PROTECT."
Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap]
Aniclone: Must rescue sister!
Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched]
Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]
Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."
Willow:
Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on.
He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!!
When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock.
Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.
Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again.
He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.
Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.
IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?
Per @atagotiak on discord:
Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."
Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.
"Is Anakin basically your dad?"
"Uhhhhhh"
[Muffled discussion]
"So Obi-Wan is your dad."
"Okay!"
"WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"
Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH.
Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression
Firebird:
I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents
Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up.
Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.
I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."
AND one of them Steals Boba
I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.
Not as goofy as Anakin, though.
Firebird:
Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?
#Anakin Skywalker#Ahsoka Tano#Obi Wan Kenobi#Disaster Lineage#Sheev Palpatine#Skeevy Sheev#cloning#Yoda#Mace Windu#Skysisters AU#trans anakin skywalker#Phoenix Posts#hive mind#Padme Amidala#Anidala
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Invisible Hand Chaos AU x 2
Star Wars Time Travel AU #31
Continuation from HERE
Anakin whirled to face his Master, “Did you know Yoda had a baby?” he asked incredulous and slightly betrayed.
“What? No. Also he could just be another of Yoda’s species. Obviously.” Internally Obi-Wan thought about the still unnamed larva in a hidden aquatic creche, but the Mandalorian’s associate even called him Baby Yoda...
“Unbelievable,” Dooku muttered. “That little green hypocrite.”
“Did you know about this?” Anakin asked the Sith Lord, temporarily forgetting about the fight in favor of the revelation that Yoda might also have a secret family.
“Of course not, the troll never tells anyone anything,” Dooku ranted, deliberately setting aside the fight in favor of unloading decades of suppressed irritation with his former Master.
“I feel we might be jumping to conclusions here-” Obi-Wan offered weakly.
Anakin scoffed. “He literally just called him Baby Yoda,”
“Loathe as I am to admit it, your apprentice is correct. It would seem the Grandmaster of the order has been keeping some secrets.”
“This is absurd!” Obi-Wan protested as the small child on the balcony above tilted his head curiously, watching the conversation below with interest from the safety of his Buir’s arms.
“I agree.” Anakin said self-righteously. “If Yoda can have a baby then- then everyone in the order should be allowed a family.”
“Anakin...”
“Anakin, as interesting is this all is, I’m still in somewhat of a bind over here,” the Chancellor called across the hall, irritated and somewhat alarmed by the sudden outbreak of peace in the room.
“We’ll be right with you Chancellor, don’t worry!” Obi-Wan called back.
“We just need a minute to figure some Jedi business out!” Anakin added.
“You there- Mandalorian” Dooku called up sharply.
“...Yeah?” the Besker-clad warrior answered uncertainly.
“What is the parentage of the child in your arms? How did you come to possess him?” The count's question cut through everything else in the room, and the two Jedi held their breath as they waited for the answer.
The Mandalorian pulled Grogu in closer, “He is a foundling. I know his name as my child.”
“Mandalorians,” Obi-Wan and Dooku muttered, Obi-Wan fondly, Dooku with exasperation.
“What?” Anakin asked bewildered.
“The Mandalorian adopted him- hold on a second, I’m going to try something.” Obi-Wan said.
“Mando! Forgive me- Have you already attempted to return your foundling to his people and been denied? If not, we can show you where to find an elder of his kind.”
The Mandalorian stiffened. “I already found one of his people. It took a great deal of time; neither of us knew there were any others left in the galaxy. By the time I met Luke...the child was mine and we would not be parted long. The three of us began traveling together. He acted as mentor to Grogu, though he is too young to be considered the boy’s senior. In time...we decided it would be simpler to raise him as a warrior together. We are one.”
“Oh. How wonderful.” Obi-Wan said weakly.
Anakin’s brow furrowed furiously and he lowered his voice “Master did I get that right? This guy is really good friend’s with one of Yoda’s people but the friend is not the Child’s biological father and they don’t know anyone else from the species?”
“He actually said he was married to one of one of Yoda’s people but other than that your conclusions are correct. Very good Padawan.” Obi-Wan nodded, attempting to wrap his head around the various implications.
Dooku made a triumphant hum, “Then, by simple inductive reasoning, and in the absence of an alternative candidate, we can assume that the Child is, in-fact, Yoda’s offspring.”
“Exactly!” Anakin agreed with Dooku excitedly.
“Interesting that he would give the spawn to a Mandalorian, rather than the creche. Embarrassment, perhaps.” the Count mused.
“Unbelievable.” Anakin agreed indignantly.
“Ok, now hold on. Foundling is pretty literal most of the time-” Obi-Wan interrupted. “Mando- was the child entrusted to you or did was there a rescuing involved?”
“...I was assigned to find him as part of a bounty, but found the imps who I was supposed to give him to...unpleasant.”
“Imps?” Anakin asked.
“There you go!” Obi-Wan said, with just a tinge of hysteria. “Yoda didn’t abandon the child- not that it necessarily is Yoda’s child- he was kidnapped.”
Anakin gasped, “Master! We have to save him!”
“Hold on now, Anakin- He seems perfectly safe at this point and we were here for the Chancellor remember?”
“You won’t be leaving here with the Chancellor or the child.” Dooku sneered. “I can sense the force potential- and I am in want of a new apprentice.”
“Over my dead body,” Anakin snarled.
“That can be arranged.”
“Hey Luke-” the Mandalorian said into the comm as the three swordsman began circling one another “-it looks like two of the Jedi are attacking the other- do you want me to get involved?”
“...Din, by any chance, are any of the laser swords red?”
“Yeah, the fanciest dressed one has a red lightsaber, the other guys are blue. Does it matter?”
“...Red lightsaber means not Jedi. I- hold on, I think I see you!”
The three combatants jumped apart again, looking up at the slight comm echo to the sound of footsteps and the absolutely blinding force presence of the approaching Jedi.
Had he never learned shielding? Obi-Wan thought hysterically. “Or was he just so powerful that he never bothered restraining himself?”
He tried to exchange a glance with Anakin, but his padawan was too focused on straining to see the incoming Master force user of some kind- light, but not necessarily Jedi. He instead looked over at Dooku, shrugging in confusion. Dooku grimaced back at him in solidarity.
The being finally entered. He was- significantly taller and less green than Obi-Wan was expecting, but still probably shorter than anyone else in the room.
“Din- are you two alright?” The soft-faced man asked in a remarkably gently voice, appearance somewhat at odds with the overbearing power he exuded.
“We’re fine, Luke but look! More Jedi!” He gestured below.
Luke peered over the balcony, eyes growing wide as they passed over the faces of everyone below. “hoLY KRIFF!” He shouted.
The ship shuddered and Obi-Wan glanced nervously out the view ports, suddenly remembered that the damaged ship only had so long before it fell out of orbit.
“Do you know them?” Din asked.
“Do I- for fuck’s sake Din, I love you but I have literally shown you holopics of my father before.” Luke whispered furiously. The room unfortunately was utterly quiet and remarkably acoustic, meaning his words carried easily to the listeners below.
“FATHER!” Anakin yelled, causing Luke to wince, slapping a gloved hand to his face.
“FATHER!” He repeated loudly, head ping-ponging between Obi-Wan and Dooku as if trying to find a resemblance, before gasping to stare at the Chancellor, before gasping again to squint at Obi-Wan.
“DOES EVERYONE HAVE A SECRET FAMILY!” He shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
“Oh for force sake- I do not have a secret son. Honestly, Anakin, he’s clearly in his 20s, be reasonable. His birth would however fit into the timeline of Dooku’s withdraw from the order.” Obi-Wan said, raising a brow.
Dooku puffed out his chest, “I did not fail to meet the Code, like so many of the pathetic masses. Before I left the Order I followed the rules precisely. When my disagreements grew too great, and my attempt for structured reform were repeatedly rejected, I left for ethical reasons, not personal ones. I looked at the code and decided it was failing the Jedi.”
He smirked and lifted his chin at the chancellor, who was watching the proceedings with an inscrutable expression, “My, my Chancellor, this is an interesting surprise.”
Anakin rolled his eyes. “We’re not idiots, Dooku. Obviously the boy’s parents were force sensitive, look at him.”
Dooku’s smirk grew wider.
“This is absurd! Again!” Obi-Wan threw up his arms and lifted his head to address the dark-robed young human, “Hello there, Luke, was it?”
“Uh, yes. I’m Luke.” The powerhouse responded nervously.
“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi-”
“Yes, I know who you are.” Luke responded drily.
Anakin gasped.
“He is not my son.” Obi-Wan muttered.
“I’m not Obi-Wan’s son.” Luke called down cheerfully.
“Oh.” Anakin slouched, oddly disappointed. He liked this guy for some reason, felt- connected to him. Maybe it was the dark robes, or the force signature that nearly rivaled his own (though it was somewhat lighter), or even the gloved hand that he suspected was mechanical. If he was Obi-Wan’s son than that would make him practically his brother! The Chancellor might be neat but Dooku...ugh.
“Would you be so kind as to tell us whose son you are? I realize its none of my business but you’ve peaked our curiosity. And then afterwards, regardless of your parentage, we would not mind help in rescuing the Chancellor of the Republic from this slowly crashing ship.”
“Right. Right.” Luke nodded. “Would you give me a second?”
He pressed his head to the side of Din’s helmet and started whispering rapidly, to quiet for anyone else to hear.
The group below exchanged glances, beginning to tense up again. After a few seconds, the Mandalorian nodded and spoke, “Let’s do it. I trust your judgement.” Luke grinned and returned to the edge of the balcony.
“Ok, I can help with the first, but not the second.”
“Perfectly understandable.” Obi-Wan replied.
Anakin bristled. “So Dooku is your father.”
Luke smiled at Anakin. “No. You are my father.”
Anakin blinked as Obi-Wan’s face twisted in confusion. “No...” he said slowly. “No, that’s not true. That’s impossible.”
Luke’s smile grew wider, “Search your feelings,” he said urgently, with the full weight of his force presence screaming honesty with every word, “You know it to be true.”
Anakin gasped as he reached out into the force to find...his son. Impossible, but true. The ground trembled, either with the immensity of the realization, or catastrophic engine failure.
“No.” Obi-Wan said clearly to Luke on the balcony.
“No.” He repeated firmly, snapping a finger in Anakin’s face to try and break him out of the trance he seemed to be in. “It’s not true.” He said to the room in general, incredulous it even needed to be said.
Dooku began slowly backing away. The confrontation was rapidly spinning out of his or his Master’s control; he had only stayed this long to indulge vain curiosity. Regardless if the boy was insane, lying, or a time-traveler, he was clearly powerful. The ship’s orbit was gradually decaying and with any luck he could use his dead man’s switch to speed up the crash as he departed, neatly killing everyone who could stand against him in one stroke.
“Anakin,” the lunatic on the balcony continued, “You can destroy the emperor. He has forseen this. It is your destiny! Join me, and together-”
Din cleared his throat.
Luke stopped and smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry! Sorry. Got a little...carried away there.” He coughed awkwardly into his fist.
“Anyway- yeah. I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m from the future, I guess we... time-traveled accidentally somehow? I uh- was kind-of quoting something you said to me once and you kept going along with it and... yeah, definitely got carried away. Sorry, I really don’t know how we got here but, weird stuff happens around me- one time I was on Yavin IV and these ghosts started- anyway. Long story. Surprise!”
Obi-Wan took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ok...I might believe you’re Anakin’s son.”
Dooku had nearly reached a side door when his treacherous Master called out- “Anakin! Master Kenobi! Dooku- he’s getting away.”
Skywalker’s- Anakin Skywalker’s- attention snapped over to the Count and with a outstretched arm, he crumpled the steel door, throwing a beam across it for good measure. The ship moaned alarmingly and several more red lights began blinking at the navigation panel, unnoticed by anyone.
“Luke- son- I don’t know what Emperor you’re talking about, but help us defeat Count Dooku and save Chancellor Palpatine! After that- after that I’m happy to, um, join you? And meet your... husband? And padawan? Sorry, we were kind-of in the middle of something...”
“Wow. Ok. I’m not sure if-” Luke started to respond before being interrupted by the Mandalorian.
“Wait, Dooku! I know that name!” Din said suddenly. “The covert hated him! He was the evil Sif Emperor you defeated, right?”
“...Sith Emperor. Din, darling and light of my life, as always, your grasp of history and recent current events never fails to amaze me.” Luke sighed.
“You must stop him, before he becomes Emperor,” Palpatine shouted desperately.
Luke sighed again, more heavily. “Fine. FINE! Kriff the timeline, I didn’t ask to be born anyway. Din- go help capture...Emperor Dooku. Grogu- Pod. I’ll go- free the Chancellor.” The floor beneath them gave a lurch. “Before this ship breaks apart. Go!”
Luke and Din jumped off the balcony as a shiny metal pod with a transparisteel view screen closed around Grogu, hovering between them, well off easy reach of the ground.
Din landed between Obi-Wan and Anakin, helmet turning to face each of them in turn, “...I’ll follow your lead.” He finally said, arming his weapons.
Obi-Wan grinned fiercely, “Excellent, Anakin, stay with me.”
“I was just about to say the same thing.”
“Mando, you- Is that the DARKSABER- ARE Yoouu- ugh you know what, I will ask after the fight. I will ask after the fight. How did the Mand'alor- NEVERMIND. Let’s just- FORCE I have so many questions-”
“No time, Master!”
And the battle began.
#star wars#the mandalorian#my au#invisible hand chaos au#star wars au no 31#i had so much fun writing this you have no idea#star wars au#time travel#star wars fanfiction
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I feel like this is a big ask, but 1. welcome back! 2. can you ever see KUWSK going angsty? Not permanently or anything, but what would a KUWSK obikin disagreement look like?
yes thank you for welcoming me back a month and a half ago i'm a bit trash to be so late on this but!! here is about 2k of a more serious fight between anakin and obi-wan.
(2k)
“You’re talking to your ex,” Anakin says. It’s the tone of voice he uses on work calls when he’s absolutely furious but trying to remain professional. Obi-Wan has never heard it directed at him before. He almost doesn’t recognize it.
“Casually,” he stresses. “We’re…casually speaking.”
“Casually,” Anakin echoes in that same voice. Obi-Wan is starting to think he’s done something incredibly wrong.
“She messaged me,” he stresses, feeling as if this is an important fact. “I didn’t reach out to her.”
“But you reached back!” Anakin says loudly, putting the spoon on its rest a touch too forcefully. “And then you didn’t even tell me!”
“I thought it was a non-issue!” Obi-Wan protests. “I don’t tell you when I talk to the woman at the supermarket checkout line!”
“Keep Francesca out of this,” Anakin cuts through the air with the side of his hand as he spins around to open their spice cabinet. “You know full well that’s different.”
“She flirts with me at the store, and you’re fine with it!” Obi-Wan quite completely feels like tearing out his hair. He can’t believe they’re having this conversation. He can’t believe his own fortune, that he’d pulled up a picture mid-playful argument with Anakin over what the twins had dressed as for Halloween when they were five, and he’d shown it to his partner at the exact moment that Satine ex-Kenobi had texted him, replying to something he'd sent a week ago.
That had pretty much ended the playful part of their argument.
“Yeah, and it’s not the fucking same, Obi-Wan,” Anakin responds, shaking a bit of salt aggressively into the stew. “You were never fucking married to fucking Francesca.”
“Anakin—”
“And by the way,” Anakin snaps, trading the salt for cayenne pepper and seasoning it liberally. “Implying that your ex-wife is also flirting with you over texts you did not tell me about is not the best strategy, Professor.”
The worst part is that he’s not even looking at him anymore, scowling instead into the contents of the heavy pot.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan tries, because he’s not listening, he’s just reacting. Of course Obi-Wan knows Francesca and Satine aren’t really the same thing, but they mean the same thing to him. One slips him free red bell peppers sometimes by ringing them up as green ones with a wink and a quirk of her lips. The other is his ex-wife.
But neither of them is Anakin, and so they mean the same thing to him. He doesn’t love them. He can’t even pay them the slightest modicum of his attention, because he’s too wrapped up in and around and going crazy over this man who’s petty enough to have absolutely just ruined Obi-Wan’s dinner on purpose by adding too much spice to the stew Obi-Wan had requested.
“Anakin, I think we need to take a step back from this,” he finally gets out when his partner is distracted by opening and closing the cabinet doors, ostensibly looking for the bowls even though he’d been the one to reorganize the dishes in the first place, years ago, and he’s never not known where something is.
“I think I’m going to sleep in my room tonight,” Anakin replies in an icy voice. “I think you might be right.”
“What? Darling, no—Anakin, love, it’s—casual cannot even come close to describing the texts, you can read them if you want, there’s nothing there—“
“Daddy? Obi?” Luke asks from the kitchen doorway. He’s peering around it, little face looking horrified. Obi-Wan freezes. How loud had they been? Luke and Leia are seven now, they remember these things, they have questions—“Is dinner ready? Obi?”
Leia’s face joins the same pale ghost of her brother’s, and Obi-Wan feels awful. Absolutely terrible, but the sort of terrible he doesn’t know what to do with. The twins heard them arguing, they were practically shouting at each other, Anakin is planning to sleep in a different room, Anakin didn’t even call it a guest room, he called it his room even though they’ve been together for—for a year and a bit now—and isn’t that devastating? My room, Anakin had said. Does he not understand everything Obi-Wan owns is his as well? Does he…does he not want it?
“Almost,” Anakin replies. He sounds so forcefully happy that it’s manic. It comes across much too fake, and Obi-Wan can feel the way Luke immediately distrusts the word, the expression. “I just realized I forgot something at the store though! We need bread! We can’t have the stew without bread.”
Anakin nods once to himself as he says this, shooting Obi-Wan a very quick glance before his eyes snag on the phone on the counter between them and he looks away as if incredibly pained, hands ghosting down to the pockets of his jeans to check for his keys.
Obi-Wan thinks it would really actually kill a part of him to watch Anakin drive away on his bike right now. Not to mention the twins.
Oh, the twins.
This had been why they were so hesitant in the first place, to bite the bullet, to kiss and mean it and remember it and lean in again. Their relationship affects the twins, and as much as Obi-Wan loves Anakin, he’d been so worried about even accidentally causing the kids distress.
He thinks seeing their father leave when they can tell something is wrong would be devastating.
“I’ll go,” Obi-Wan says, putting a hand flat on the counter, pocketing the phone, and fighting the urge to glare at Anakin because the other man should know—should think—but this Anakin is almost a stranger to him, all clenched jaw and shaking hands and it’s just a text—it sort of makes him mad as well, angry that it hurts so much, that Anakin doesn’t trust him. They’ve known each other going on three years, their entire lives were intertwined almost immediately. “Give me the keys.”
“Yeah, right,” Anakin scoffs, shoulders tense and unyielding. “To the bike?”
“No, dumb—” he cuts himself off because he’s too old to be namecalling, especially around little ears. “The keys to the car are behind you. On their hook. Can you hand them to me?” He doesn’t think he should get within a few feet of Anakin right now. Not for fear of violence–either from him or from his partner—but because it just—it doesn’t seem like a good idea. Not when they need bread.
“Should I leave my phone?” He can’t help but ask acidly.
“I don’t know,” Anakin shoots back with deadly accuracy, slinging the keys across the countertop hard enough that they spin out of control and Obi-Wan has to stoop to catch them “Should you?”
Obi-Wan turns and gets to the mouth of the kitchen without another word. He debates his actions, his emotions, for a second’s pause before he puts his phone on the countertop and sweeps out into the entryway and then just as quickly out of the house all together.
He can’t go far. The Skywalkers have made him incapable of it. He’ll go to the store. He’ll get Anakin his fucking bread, which really means he’ll give Anakin space to think, and he’ll take his own space to think, and then he’ll come back because it’s Anakin, it’s Anakin and it’s his family, and he thinks this is the stupidest fight in the entire goddamn world because doesn’t Anakin know how much he can’t love anyone else? Doesn’t he know that if Satine were to turn up on his doorstep tomorrow and ask for him to unsign the divorce papers, he wouldn’t even consider it?
Doesn’t he know—
“Obi?” Leia’s voice says at the same time there’s a hesitant tug on the edge of his shirt. He turns around and looks down at the girl. “Where are you going, Obi?”
“Your father wants bread for dinner,” he tells her. “So I’m going out to get bread. For dinner.”
“Oh,” Leia bites her lip before looking back behind her at the open door of the house. “Luke wants to know if you’re gonna come back, Obi.”
Since she turned seven, Leia has had trouble admitting when she wants to know something. She finds it so much easier to pretend she’s her brother’s spokesperson. “Daddy, Luke wants to know if the dog dies in the movie.” “Obi, Luke wants to know if we have to go to the barbecue, only cause Johnny is going to be there, and Luke really doesn’t like him.”
“Leia love,” Obi-Wan crouches down to look at her completely. “Of course I’m coming back. We need bread, darling.”
“I don’t want bread,” she snaps, sounding suddenly so very much like her father. “I want you.”
“Leia,” Obi-Wan pauses, smoothing his hand over the top of her hair carefully. He needs to soothe her, because he and Anakin had been so out of line earlier, fighting where the children could hear and now look what it’s done to them.
“Obi,” Luke trots out of the house before he can figure out what to say to her. “Obi, you should take this,” he holds something up and presses it into unresisting hands. “If daddy needs to keep your phone, you can have mine. Just in case you wanna talk to us while you’re gone.”
It’s the plastic, bulky flip phone that’d come in a kit of kid’s toys a Christmas ago. Smiley faces instead of buttons, but it made sounds when you hit it. Luke had been obsessed with it from the beginning.
Obi-Wan looks down at the phone and feels the very absurd urge to cry. “Loves,” he whispers, pulling Leia into his side. “Oh—”
He remembers thinking once when he’d just been given the Skywalkers, that first time he’d been asked to sit beside Luke’s bed until he fell asleep, that for children, love was about staying.
How can he possibly leave them now? When he loves them so much as well? When his love never grew out of that child’s wish for someone to stroke his hair as he dozed?
“Oh, alright, Luke, Leia,” he says, standing with only a bit of a wince because he’s getting so very old and Leia has thrown her arms around his neck unexpectedly so he rises with the weight of a child attached to him. “If your daddy wants bread, then let’s get him bread.”
“Road trip?” Leia asks with excitement.
“Better,” Obi-Wan promises, letting Luke grab onto his hand. “Science experiment.”
#asks#kuwsk#what follows is the most aggressive and disastrous breadmaking experiment in the world#like the twins are all eager to help mostly to spend time with obi-wan and make sure he doesen't try to leave or something#but then they get bored#because both daddy and obi aren't doing anything more than politely making conversation#as obi makes a huge mess of the kitchen and anakin refuses to help#meanwhile the adults have entered all out warfare#obi-wan asks anakin where he keeps the flour#and anakin is like it's probably the same place it was when satine lived here in this house with you#(it's not)#(also i know canon kuwsk on tumblr had them married after a few months of being romantically involved)#(but im retconning tht because it's funnier and more dramatic if they aren't)#(and they get married when the twins areeeee 8 or 9 or something)#(so two guesses what anakin is insecure about here)#(yes i'll put this on ao3 and actually have the conclusion of the fight + the angry passive aaggressive snippy breadmaking scene)#(that turns back into quiet arguing when the twins get bored and go back to the living room to play)#obikin#anakin skywalker#obi-wan kenobi
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Why Bruno Bucciarati is a Better Man Than Obi Wan Kenobi
I’m sick and tired of the obi wan Kenobi dickriding. Y’all gassing up Kenobi and he failed a child. One child.
Bruno is a mob man who has to take care of 2 to 3 children, a man who wear the tiger skin pants and a crop top in public 24/7, and an gothic alcoholic who is his boyfriend (cmon they got something going on).
This is the series finale of the lil versus battles I do so I’m going out like a bad bitch. Like blue face say “I’m finna get disrespectful in this mf”.
Swag
Bruno a literal fashion icon. Araki literally said “damn I need a character for the Gucci collab? He and Jolyne will be in it” he has been in the Gucci store, looking hardsome as fuck. How the fuck he wear a bob cut and still look good? How the fuck he wear lingerie in public and still look fine? How the fuck he have big ass zippers on his clothing and still look handsome? A bitch do not know.
Meanwhile, Kenobi dressing dusty and stale like some bread. Dude literally got the dirt colorways on. Kenobi ain’t in the mob, he ain’t grinding and hustling hard like dawg couldn’t even bring himself to color coordinate it. Dawg can’t even pull off the simple color schemes like Bruno did.
Kenobi, at least Luke had the Chanel boots on. Bitch your boots from Ross.
Who Had Resolve
Did Bruno hide when he knew what was right? No. He said “nah fuck this I can’t hand over the boss (who I work for) his daughter because he’ll kill her.”
Bruno could have easily fled with Trish and nem somewhere. Because that The easy option. The safest. He could have run away but he ain’t.
Bruno died at 20 years old, but not before watching the youngest and oldest member of his team die terrible deaths. All based on them agreeing to pursue Bruno’s ambition with him.
Keep in mind, Diavolo is more powerful than Sidious.
He ain’t ever run. He ain’t leave and run. Unlike a certain someone.
Kenobi choose to run. He could have stood and fought until the end but he said “no I think I’ll let someone else do this 20 years in the future when the galaxy has gotten worst”
Bruno would never did that. That real resolve. He said “fuck the odds. We gon do this dead or alive” and he did it. He ain’t even live see the fruits of it, but he accomplished his dreams regardless. He followed his moral code.
Kenobi said “nah fuck the whole galaxy who I think is going to be thrown in turmoil. I’ll run away and try to make this baby do it when he 20 or some. Not my responsibility lmaooo”
Who Actually Cried When Their Peoples Died
Kenobi did not give a fuck about what he did to Anakin. I’m sorry. He ain’t even have the Jedi compassion to actually kill Anakin. He had no mercy in his heart to humanely finish the man he knew for a decade.
Kenobi was fine just letting Anakin suffer and die in tremendous pain. Oh, but anakin was his “brother” right? Dawg, stop the cap. If that how you treat your “brother who you love” I don’t wanna be your enemy.
Dawg, when Abbachio died, Bruno bit his lip so hard it drew blood. (I’m linking the full anime scene because the panel don’t do it justice). Dawg had to bite back tears and breaking down so much he made himself bleed because he knew that if he broke down, it’d demoralize the team and that Abbachio’s murderer was close most likely. Dawg couldn’t even mourn his bestie—or his lul Soulja—before he died.
Dawg had to put his own personal feelings above immeasurable and crippling grief because it would jeopardize the whole team.
Meanwhile, Kenobi just couldn’t bring himself to take Anakin out his suffering the right thing to do because he “didn’t have in him”.
Keep in mind, it wasn’t like Leone knew Bruno nearly all his life like Kenobi and Anakin did. They had known each other for like 3-5 years max I assume.
Hell, Kenobi didn’t even mourn the Jedi’s death like that and those were his “family”
Dude fr acting like a robot who just got their emotional microchip in and the emotional meter isn’t sensitive.
Who Boyfriend is Hotter
One got NO bitches. No dudes. No nothing. The other got a fine, goth boyfriend who’s Stand makes fax machine noises. No competition here.
Conclusion
Obi wan would let you die even if y’all were friends for a decade. Bruno would fight for you and die for you if he knew you for three years.
#this the finale#star wars#sw#sw prequels#sw sequels#original trilogy#sw hc#sw headcanons#sw memes#kenobi series#obi wan kenobi series#obi wan kenobi#sw meta#long post#jojo#jojoke#jjba#bruno bucciarati#jjba bruno#jojo’s bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyō na bōken#vento aureo#jjba vento auero#jojo golden wind#jjba meta
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Late night thoughts bc I can't stop thinking about the Plo takes Anakin on as a Padawan AU
So I saw a tiktok about Shmi that stated that she had found out about what happened on Naboo and Qui-Gons death from Watto who heard it from some associates and she writes to the Council to like ask if her baby is okay and they don't answer her.
If this had been the case, for this AU, Plo speaks up, saying they still had a duty to be compassionate to people and she should at least know her son is safe. He actually plans to write the letter in spite of anything the Council says, as it's his Padawan and he is at least understanding to the concerns of people.
It's probably while in writing this that he and Anakin are having a long chat and Plo knows this boy misses his mother and they have to try and teach him how to have attachments in a healthy manner. And then Anakin talks about his dream. He wants to go back one day and free all of the slaves. Including his mother.
Plo sits back for a moment. There is true kindness coming from the trauma this little nine year old has endured. He understands even more where a lot of this boys fear and frustration had come from. Like oh the pieces are finally coming together and he has a better idea on how to help this kid.
He also knows that slavery is abhorrent. And that his old buddy Qui-Gon probably had plans to try and spring the boys mother somehow once all had been said and done on his final mission. Because Qui-Gon played by his own fucking rules.
Cue Plo sending a quick message to his dear niece Sha to watch Anakin for a few days and him going to Obi-Wans room in the middle of the night, and this tired newly knighted Jedi is just eighty levels of confused as to why one of the Council is at his door.
"Get dressed, young Kenobi. We're heading to Tatooine and doing something to make your Master proud."
Obi-Wan really has no clue what the fuck he's talking about, and this is probably not gonna look good, but Plo is on the Council and who is he to argue with a Jedi Master?
They hop on a ship and go all the way to the Outer Rim, to Tatooine, with Plo filling Obi-Wan in on the way. He isn't sure if it's the best idea.
"The Council has made it clear that his attachment to his mother could be dangerous, Master Plo Koon. They almost didn't take the boy because of it. Bringing her back to Coruscant would --" "Ease the boy's mind that his mother is not suffering under slavery and clouding his mind further with fear. And give him hope that his dream of freeing all of the slaves, a noble and selfless dream, may one day be achieved. I agree wholeheartedly, young Obi-Wan."
He has Obi-Wan try and help him navigate his way to the city that they had crash landed near. It's about this time in trying to navigate through the city they meet with one of Padmes handmaidens, who was sent to look for Shmi and to pay to free her and bring her to Naboo. "Perfect, she can have a nice residence until we can eventually move her to Coruscant." "It may be easier just to let her stay on Naboo--" "Perhaps. Perhaps not. We shall see."
They eventually find Wattos shop and he's initially reluctant to part with her, regardless of the amount of credits offered. Shmi is plenty of help and he's already lost little Ani bc of the Jedi. But we know in the books Watto was actually kind of worried about Shmi and let her be bought and freed by her eventual husband. He eventually relents here as well ans takes the full amount of credits.
Shmi doesn't know what to expect but she did not expect two new Jedi and a Naboo Royal Handmaiden at her door. She hadn't even expected a response back from the Jedi, but here is her son's new mentor, who's very eager to learn about his new Padawan -- what foods he likes the best, ways that work to comfort him, what he can do to help him adapt and grow into a fine young man.
They help Shmi pack and Shmis still just flabberghasted and a bit emotional. She misses her son and now she knows he really is in safe hands. And now she's freed, when her whole life has been spent being separated from family and being forced into a life of servitude. Now she's free. She can be whatever she wants, do whatever she wants.
Her leaving Tatooine feels like years and years of weight on her shoulders are gone.
When they bring her to Naboo, she asks to write a note to Anakin and Plo promises to bring it to her. She asks him and Obi-Wan both to look out for him, be there for him. A promise both of them intend very well to keep.
They return to the Temple and Plo knows all was worth it when he sees Anakins eyes light up and feel nothing but joy and hope beaming off of him at the news.
He asks to write his mother back and to write a letter to Padme, to thank her, and Plo helps him do so, sending them off. And if his new Padawan wants to continue to write those letters, seeing as it helps keep him focused and grounded and happy, Plo sees nothing wrong with it.
Plo also finds a new friend in Shmi. He knows the importance of life, of finding that importance and compassion and he sees her as someone who is just as kind, determined and strong. They become really good friends through their letters and should she move to Coruscant, set up and never having to want for anything ever again, who is he to not stop by maybe once a week or so with little Anakin in tow to have tea with her?
Shmis cooking is also far greater than anything served at the Temple so there is that added bonus as well.
I also would like to believe that, during the Clone Wars, the Wolf Pack know that, while on shore leave, if they need a place to relax and find a good meal, they are to go to Shmi. She also helps get them and the 501st some civvies to wear. They're nothing fancy, but they're clothes all the same, ones that aren't just their regulation blacks and their armor.
And she totally helped Plo get the Wolf Pack emblems on his vambraces. Just saying.
#star wars#master plo and little ani au#plo koon#shmi skywalker#obi wan kenobi#anakin skywalker#also sha as anakins other babysitter when obi wan is busy#just saying
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