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renlyslittlerose · 10 months

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More Moonlight 'B' sides! This one is based off a prompt by @ghostlingpupskywalker who suggested I write a little piece from Padmé's POV.

"To Write is Human" (1k)

Before the war, Padmé was a firm believer that you had to meet someone in person in order to know who they really were. Letters and telegrams were instruments by which to hide behind, tone and intent shrouded by the anonymity of the printed word. Things could be gleaned by a handwritten letter, of course, but there could only be so much one could learn about a person. You had to take in their hands and see if they were worn and torn by a life of manual labour, or soft and supple from a life of privilege. Did they clean beneath their nails and keep them trimmed, or did they grow them out with bits of dirt and other such things caught beneath?

Accents were also important; rough and low, high and lilting, or curt and crisp? English? Canadian? From the Southern United States? And what of their dress - was it styled and polished, the fabrics expensive, the cut modern and of the season? Or was it worn and patched up from years of wear and tear, the shoulders frayed and the hems torn? How did they greet a person? What soaps did they use? How did they treat those around them? Did they smile or smirk? Laugh or chuckle? Shrug or sigh?

All this and more could be used to form a proper picture of a person, to get an idea of who they were before they even opened their mouth and started to spew whatever it was they wanted you to think they were.

But then Padmé ‘met’ Obi-Wan.

First it was through Anakin’s voice and Anakin’s tone, the soft look in his eyes as he spoke about his ‘friend’ from overseas. He’d calm in those moments, the tension in his shoulders slipping away, the misery in his expression replaced by a hazy sort of look that reminded Padmé of the end of summer, when the sun was still hot as the grasses baked beneath its rays. He thought he was subtle but Padmé knew from the second he mentioned his name, a reverence to his tone as he ducked his head and fiddled with invisible lint on his trousers, cheeks pink and lips parted in a lazy sigh.

Then it was through his letters to Anakin. Obi-Wan’s handwriting was crisp and clean but surprisingly loopy, his ‘L’ and ‘B’s wide and bulbous as they took up their fair share across the pages. He wrote mostly with a pen, ink black and of high quality that didn’t smudge and dried quickly. He spelled in the English way and rarely made any mistakes, though the occasional scratched out portion did appear. But his love for Anakin resonated throughout, Padmé taken with how careful and yet reckless he was being, his adoration for Anakin clear to anyone who knew anything about proper romance.

Finally it was through his letters to her, personally and without Anakin as an excuse. At first the letters were cordial and polite, but as the days turned to months turned to years, and as Padmé became a ‘friend’ to ‘family’, Obi-Wan opened up. Cordial was replaced with friendly and warm, polite with witty jokes and subtle jabs - at Anakin, at the war, and sometimes at Padmé herself. She wrote back telling him about what it was like to live in ‘one of the Colonies’, how the perpetual rain made her hair frizzy, how she had a predilection for chocolate, and her favourite singer was Billie Holiday. And he wrote to tell her about what it was like to live in London, how he loved shortbread cookies, that it was always cream before jam on a scone, and that he loved Anakin - terribly, deeply, forever and always.

And that he knew she felt the same, and that he cherished her for that.

Eventually she told him about her work, how she struggled with the position, and how sometimes she didn’t think she’d be able to make it - that she’d let everyone down, and that she’d have to live her life in a way she’d never envisioned for herself. Defeat, which had always been an impossibility to her before, now seemed very real. And Obi-Wan told her about the fear he felt in the fields of war; like a rabbit pursued by an enemy with more teeth, more stamina, more hunger than he, who never relented even when Obi-Wan was exhausted to the point of insanity. He told her of how he wondered if he’d make it out of the deserts he’d found himself in, and if he was doomed to die amongst the tombs of dead kings from eons past, with no grave to mark his spot nor mourners to come to grieve.

These were things that neither could tell Anakin, and yet were only voiced aloud because of him.

By the time the war had ended and the plans were set for Obi-Wan to come to Canada, Padmé knew him in all the ways that mattered - knew his fears and his desires, his future and his past. She knew what made him laugh and what he found boorish and unkind; knew how he took his breakfast and when he liked to stop for tea, and knew that the first thing he was going to do when he reached Vancouver was find Anakin, scoop him up into a hug, and never, ever let him go.

Clothing, the hands of a person, the lilt of their voice and the way they stood - they were all still important. But they couldn’t tell you about the soul of a person - what made them do the things they did and say the things they did, wear the clothes they had and sing the songs they loved. So when Padmé saw Obi-Wan on the platform of the train, civilian clothing on as he clutched the handles of his suitcase, she knew immediately who he was; without voice, without touch, without introduction, she knew him. Completely and entirely, from the marrow of his bones to the freckles on his cheeks and the silver streaks through auburn hair.

“Hello,” she said, catching his attention as he looked toward the exit.

He smiled when he saw her and dropped his suitcase. Immediately he swallowed her up in a fierce hug, one she returned in equal measure.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Padmé,” he said into the curls of her hair.

She sighed and squeezed a little tighter. “And you as well, Obi-Wan.”

#obikin #lemon fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #moonlight serenade fic

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this-acuteneurosis · 8 months

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ugg rereading dont look back im still shipping Obi/Leia HOW DID YOU DO THIS TO ME. course its fun cause outside of cultural context to each other them as just THEMSLEVES really do work which is alot of fun. its a novel and dynamic idea in the brain now. Anyway after much thought Leia needs to go to school on how to murderize someone and pick up some details. course maby the jedi have and THIS drug makes a force sensitive loopy and lifting everything in a room. just forcing Palps to out himself.

It's so funny because I never meant to make Obi-Wan and Leia a thing when I started, and I see to have cursed no small number of people with the brain worm. It fills my gremlin heart with glee.

As much fun as it would be for Leia to straight up murder (or reveal) Palaptine, sadly I have a plan for this story and it's a bit more complicated than that.

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wanderingjedihistorian · 10 months

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Hi XD for the 500 Fic Bingo (CONGRATS by the way!! 🎉🎉🎉), could I please choose Come Away With Me Now if it's still up for grabs? Fae Cody and Obi-Wan are so adorably in love and it's SO fluffy! 🥰

How about a Sick!Obi-Wan and Cody gives him lots of TLC and comfort?🫠 Is it normal!sick, or magic!sick? Does Obi-Wan get all delirious and sappy? 😄😍 Anyway - if that doesn't grab you... whatever you like too, would be great!! 😃

Thankyou <3

Thank you so much for the prompt!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Cody is a Fae, Married Couple, Fae Prince Cody, Human Obi-Wan, Fluff, Fae Magic, Sick Obi-Wan Kenobi, Fae medicine makes humans loopy, Worried CC-2224 | Cody, Fae Cody Does Not Approve of this human illness nonsense, Sleepy Cuddles, Hand Kisses, Gentle Affection, Stargazing Series: Part 6 of Come Away with Me Now, Part 7 of 500 Fic Bingo, Part 7 of Year of the OTP- Codywan, Part 1 of 212th Bingo 2023 Summary: Using the Fae’s ability to travel via portal, Cody had taken him to visit several places he’d only ever read about as a first anniversary present. Unfortunately, within a day of their return home, Obi-Wan showed the first symptoms of being sick. Fortunately, it wasn’t a serious illness, merely an unpleasant one.

This is a multi-tasking fic!

It also fills @yearoftheotpevent July prompt: Stars

and @clonefandomevents 212th bingo prompt: Hand kissing

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #codywan #500 fic bingo #year of the otp #212th bingo #fae cody au

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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So I’m posting this here so y’all can yell at me till I do it tomorrow but I got about 1k left to write of the new fic (the one based off a creepypasta that was originally based off ANOTHER creepypasta but I didn’t like that one while the one I based this one off of was awesome af) because I try to generally keep most chapters within the same 1k word count range I find it helps my creative process and actually helps me focus on extending scenes or days and stuff instead of zooming through them without much detail in the end. I also have 2k left before I post the next chapter of the fic where Obi-Wan is tiny and imprints on Myles. So. I got good things coming. I’m also putting this here cause I took a lot of Benadryl and I already have a bad memory but that shit make me loopy Lmao

#just realized this sounds like I mean I am substance abusing benys that’s not it whoops #I took some benys to sleep (only even 100mg) because I have insomnia so sometimes #I have to sleep because I’m tired but my brain won’t shut off but benys make it hard to think so it shuts brain down #benys are anti caffeine lol they make brain sluggish af

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jgvfhl · 2 years

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The Number Lads Almost Blow Up

July!! What?? How?? Well, Happy Disability Pride Month, y'all 🖤❤️💛💚. But the Number Lads continue on their little ways. Please enjoy a rare Fours PoV chapter 💜! Also a reminder that Zero and all the members of the 118th are not my OCs: they belong to my dear friend @/23-bears. Here is a list to the Masterlist of chapters.

Words: ~4300

Warnings: None! Just some numbers bein pals.

DressedtotheNines: so

DressedtotheNines: question

RedBoiiiii: ?

Leafs: wha

DressedtotheNines: anyone here know anything about zabraks?

Loopy: Trees! Your nerdiness will have paid off!

Leafs: just because my commanders are giant nerds does not mean i am

d0nut man: dude i had a hyperfixation on zabbys for like six months as a cadet, hit me

RedBoiiiii: ZABBYS

Loopy: that’s such a cute name i’m sure they all hate

d0nut man: yeah probably… never actually met one

DressedtotheNines: okay so… which zabraks have the big horns and the weird skin colors?

d0nut man: dathomirian zabraks

DressedtotheNines: cool. follow up: i need a recent history nerd

DressedtotheNines: any ideas why a pair of dathomirian zabraks are after general kenobi?

RedBoiiiii: i mean this is gen kenobi we’re talking about are we sure they’re not in love with him?

Leafs: sevenset seriously

Loopy: PFFT

DressedtotheNines: no they’re definitely trying to kill him

DEATH: Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi: first Jedi to kill a Sith Lord in decades. Happened on Naboo about… 15 years ago? Maybe less? The Sith was dathomirian.

RedBoiiiii: is the commander a secret history buff??

DEATH: No I had to learn everything about the Jedi on Kamino to prepare for the war. Part of command track.

Double Trouble: oh this looks like fun *grabs bangcorn*

Leafs: i’m gonna guess no

DressedtotheNines: ah yes, i can find news articles about it

d0nut man: any videos??

DressedtotheNines: yeah not a chance, this happened on Naboo in the Royal Hangar in Theed when general skywalker was only nine

Loopy: little babey boy

high fives: ARE WE ROASTING SKYWALKER wait, no

high fives: got all excited :(

Loopy: nope we’re finding out who the weird zabraks are wanting to kill kenobi

high fives: sure they’re not in love with him?

DressedtotheNines: YES we are sure they are NOT

DEATH: Fives, show some decency

high fives: okay… :(

DEATH: You never know if Cody might find this chat

DressedtotheNines: SIR–

Double Trouble: COMMANDER

Leafs: is anyone else noticing the commander getting more and more chaotic

Loopy: it’s awesome

high fives: VINDICATION!!!!

DressedtotheNines: for legal purposes, I did not read that

DressedtotheNines: anyway i think i figured out who these zabraks are

Loopy: oooh

DressedtotheNines: so… the guy kenobi “killed” on Naboo…

Leafs: i don’t like those quotation marks

d0nut man: is it thE SAME GUY who’s going after him??

RedBoiiiii: how??

DressedtotheNines: [image file: these_creepy_weirdos]

DressedtotheNines: well the guy on bird legs is definitely the guy he killed on Naboo–same tattoos

high fives: damn did kenobi do that to him? the legs, i mean

DressedtotheNines: i guess?? and the other guy is his… brother?

Double Trouble: is he single

RedBoiiiii: there’s my boy

Double Trouble: the brother i mean. not the angry bird leg dude.

Leafs: do si do

Leafs: what the kark is wrong with you sometimes

high fives: no no hear him out–

Double Trouble: listen i don’t choose this life, i just look at very strong men and am gay, what do you want from me

d0nut man: wait why the hell is that dude so built??

high fives: idk man don’t look a gift fathier in the mouth

d0nut man: dathomirian zabbys aren’t normally that beefy…

Loopy: we’re not worried about the whole “two mysterious new Sith appeared and are going after one of the GAR’s best generals?” not even a little?

DressedtotheNines: I AM CONCERNED they’ve already killed a Jedi Master guys

high fives: fierfek who??

DressedtotheNines: Gallia, on Florrum

Loopy: damn

high fives: so since these guys are going after kenobi… should i worry about skywalker getting dragged in?

DEATH: If I ever had the misfortune of serving in the 501st, I think I would constantly be worried about Skywalker.

RedBoiiiii: yikes

high fives: yeah no that’s fair, it’s what rex does

d0nut man: but WHY IS THE YELLOW ONE SO BEEFY THIS IS BOTHERING ME

CrispyDomino: I’m gone for one PT session and this happens… smh…

-scene break-

They weren’t dug into three feet of mud or snow, and that was a good thing. Fours kept reminding himself of that each time the boredom started creeping back in. The Republic base was only a temporary measure until General Mundi returned from the strategy conference in a few days, then they would be back on the ground, fighting through rows of tinnies like they were supposed to do. He was pretty sure the soldiers stationed on the base were already fed up with the Marines. The Nova Corps were… rough. They didn’t spend a lot of time on leave, so they were sometimes a little hard to keep in line. Commander Bacara and General Mundi were usually the only ones who could really manage it, although in very different ways.

It was even sunny. When was the last time they’d been somewhere decently sunny? Ages ago, probably. Most of the Marines not roped into working on the base spent a good amount of time in their underwear (or without) lying in the sun and enjoying ration bars without added vitamin D. Some of the guys claimed they could taste a difference, but Fours never could.

Regardless, his boredom would be alleviated soon enough when the Numbers holocall started. Those never failed to be interesting. It had taken him a while to get used to the chaos, but it had grown on him. Sure, the commander had originally terrified him, but after they’d all seen his face, he found him slightly less intimidating. Commander Bacara so rarely showed his face.

He’d already scoped out a spot where he could take the call uninterrupted: there was a little room at one corner of base, probably an unused office or something. But it had a window, and this time of day, there was sunlight pouring in, and that was really what he wanted.

When he joined the call, Sevenset, Trees, Do-si-do, and Loops were already in the middle of a discussion about the merits of… fuzzy socks? Seemed normal for them.

“Fours!” Do-si-do exclaimed, pointing at him. “Fuzzy socks: wear ‘em alone or over normal socks? Quick!”

He floundered for several seconds under the intense questioning, looking at the four of them, then at Echo and Fives when they appeared as well.

“Maker, Do-si-do, did you have to give him a heart attack?” Trees muttered.

“I don’t…know?” he finally answered, quietly. He’d never had fuzzy socks.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sevenset asked. “They’re fuzzy socks!”

Fives perked up, finally knowing what they were discussing. “Dude, fuzzy socks are amazing!”

“Yeah!”

Nines and Elevensies’ hologram appeared soon after. The conversation didn’t stop for them.

“But do you wear them by themselves or with other socks under them?” Do-si-do demanded again. At least it wasn’t at Fours.

Echo’s face crinkled in disgust. “What?”

“No,” Fives completed. “You have to wear other socks with them, otherwise you get the fuzzies stuck in your toenails for weeks.”

Do-si-do’s face lit up in triumph, while Sevenset groaned and let his face fall into his hands. The pilot pointed, presumably at his friend. “See? They understand! They’re not weirdos!”

Commander Sixes and Zero finally appeared while Sevenset was… mourning his loss? Again, seeing the commander’s face made Fours do a double take, but he hoped it wasn’t a noticeable one.

Fives continued on the ridiculous conversation like nothing had happened. “Why would you wear them naked? That’s–no! Your feet feel twice as sweaty doing that.” His twin nodded gravely.

Loops added, “But your boots fit better with just one pair on.”

Do-si-do shook his head. “Everyone knows you wear them without boots, indoors, so you can do sprinting hallway slides.”

The commander blinked rapidly, shook his head, and rubbed his eyes with a hand. “Do I even want to know what you’re discussing?”

“Fuzzy socks, sir,” Nines answered.

The commander lifted his head, raising one eyebrow at them. “Fuzzy socks?”

As a new round of explanations and debate started up, Fours noticed Elevensies looking at him curiously, his head tilted slightly to one side. Fours was wondering when someone would notice.

“Hey, guys,” he said. Once most of the others were paying attention, he asked, “Did Four’s hair always look like that?”

Now everyone was looking at him, and he shrunk down in his seat out of habit. Finally, Sevenset smiled and said, “I knew there was a dye job in there somewhere.”

Being back on a regular base meant Fours had been able to get his hands on hair dye again, and had spent the time to redo the two fuschia stripes on each side of his head.

“So you really like the color that much?” Nines wanted to know.

It was true the fuchsia paint of the Nova Corps wasn’t exactly the most popular color in the GAR. Many claimed it wasn’t “manly” enough. He nodded, brushing his fingertips over the strips. “I like it.”

Echo had a look on his face like he was thinking hard. “Commander, didn’t you do a mission with the Marines? That’s how you found Fours, right?”

“Yeah.”

His twin picked up his train of thought. “Why didn’t you tell us Fours had a fun dye job?”

The commander glanced at Fours, then answered, “It wasn’t there before.”

“It grows out quick,” Fours added.

“I feel that,” Do-si-do said with a frown, scrunching his own bleached curls. “It can be such a hassle out there.”

Loops took advantage of a momentary pause in conversation. “So. Strategy conference, huh, guys?”

The remark unleashed a chorus of groans from several members, notably Fives, Do-si-do, and Trees. Fours knew some of his brothers feeling the same way. Most clones didn’t do well with inactivity.

“It’s taking forever,” Do-si-do said, slumping in his seat. “What do they even do in there all day? Look at maps?”

“I feel bad for General Kenobi,” Echo said.

“Why?” Zero asked.

“Oh, he has to deal with a very bored General Skywalker.”

Nines chuckled. “Practically a death sentence.”

Zero suddenly launched out of his seat, slamming his hand down on whatever surface supported his holoprojector, making his hologram shake. “I think I figured out why that yellow zabrak trailing Kenobi is so beefy!” he announced with a huge smile.

There was a beat of silence–understandable, given the non sequitur–then Sevenset smiled and gestured that Zero should continue his thought. Fours would admit, he was curious.

The ARC sat down again, his face looking much like Sevenset’s when he was stirring up trouble. “Okay, so they’re both Dathomirian zabbys, right? Right. Not much known about that planet but what it does have going for it is a very strong connection to the Dark Side of the Force. Now what does that mean–well–”

“Wait, how did you find that out?” Echo interrupted. “The Force thing. You can’t just look that up.”

“Oh, no, I asked my general to check with the Temple Library, and that’s what she got.”

“Oh.” There was a slight hesitation in the reply, which made sense, considering most clones didn’t have that kind of relationship with their general. Fours certainly didn’t. General Mundi would probably be thrilled about a clone asking questions about the Force, but it didn’t mean Fours would feel confident in asking.

“Anyway, the Dark Side on Dathomir is a little funky,” Zero went on, “and the Nightsisters can harness it somehow. Since the Light Side has some healing and regenerative abilities, then why can’t the Dark Side make a normally fairly lean species into a slab of muscle?”

After another pause, Trees said, “That sounds like wild speculation.”

Fours wouldn’t know where to start, so it seemed a little more solid than speculation to him. The only zabraks he was familiar with were from Iridonia, and that was mostly because General Koth had assisted General Mundi at one point. The two Nines had sent holopics of seemed more… evil. In every single aspect of their beings.

“It’s not!” Zero protested. “I did research! I found out more about the guy with robo legs too. His name’s Maul, and the beefy dude is named Savage Opress.”

Nines perked up a little. “Anything useful if he goes after Kenobi with us around?”

“Didn’t you guys tackle Grievous?” Fives pointed out. “Is anything really going to stop you?”

“I was not one of the idiots dogpiling Grievous,” Nines defended himself.

“Why should we believe you?” Loops countered.

“Because unlike my commander and my brothers, I am not a moron.”

Fives cut back in. “But if some evil guy on robo legs came at your general, and you had the opportunity to tackle him for the greater good, would you do it?”

Fours couldn’t help a small smile when everyone turned to Nines, who spluttered indignantly for a second or two. “He has horns! Maybe use a droid popper first–”

“He’s dodging the question!” Zero said, pointing.

“And poppers wouldn’t work!” someone in his background called. Zero turned just in time to be swarmed by three brothers who squeezed in beside him. One, with an intricate black tattoo down his chin, continued, “Regular poppers are too weak for cybernetics. You’d need something strong enough to thoroughly shock a biological nervous system and a mechanical nervous system.”

“Cass!”

“They have to know!”

Zero rolled his eyes. “What are you guys even doing here?”

A different clone, with what looked like aquatic life painted on his armor, patted Zero on the head. “Don’t worry about it, we were just passing by when we heard false information being given out on cybernetic limbs.”

“And also, who is this person with the robo legs?” the third asked. His armor was stunningly painted in a style reminiscent of some of the street art Fours had seen sprayed onto the buildings on Coruscant. “Asking for a friend. Several friends. Maybe.”

Zero looked at him flatly. “Jackal, you can’t lie.” Jackal pouted.

Finally, Sevenset asked the obvious. “Zero, who are these guys?”

“These,” Zero said, “would be the Enigma Triplets.” He introduced them in the order they had spoken. “This is Cass, that’s Beskar, and this is Jackal. They want to hack this guy’s cybernetics.”

“Hypothetically!” Jackal blurted.

“And I know for a fact that they were on duty in a different part of the ship,” Zero went on, “so this leads me to ask again: what are you doing here?”

Jackal and Cass shared an uncertain look. Beskar still looked passive. He must have been one of those clones blessed with the ability to tell a convincing lie.

Their brother was not convinced. “You didn’t hack the call, did you? You weren’t listening in?”

“Hey, don’t hack our frequency,” Sevenset said. “I worked hard for it.”

The “triplets” shared another look, definitely more guilty this time, even on Beskar’s face. Zero put his face in his hands with a sigh, and Beskar patted his pauldron. “We didn’t leave any back doors,” he said, trying to be comforting. “The security is still in place.”

“It better be,” Do-si-do warned, narrowing his eyes. “This chat has saved lives, I’ll have you know.”

Loops tilted his head, clearly thinking of something. “Wasn’t Enigma Company the one where everyone wants to hack General Grievous?” he asked.

All three of the triplets’ faces lit up like Life Day. “Yeah!” they answered.

“You had to ask, Loops?” Zero said with a look of fond exasperation.

“Maybe we can find this new guy and test out our theories on him,” Cass said, ignoring Zero.

The other two agreed enthusiastically. Nines raised a hand. “If you can manage it, I’ll be impressed. He’s got it out for Kenobi, and I don’t think he’s likely to give that up any time soon.”

Beskar nodded. “So what I’m hearing is we need to follow General Kenobi around for a week or so and set a bunch of traps for the angry horny bird man.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Jackal replied, completely serious despite several numbers–mostly Do-si-do, Sevenset, and Fives–having dissolved into quiet giggles.

Suddenly, Jackal’s face brightened again, and he waved. “Hi, Commander! How’s the arm?”

The other two crowded in even tighter, squishing Zero further. “Yeah, d’you need any upgrades?” Cass asked excitedly.

Fours was confused. What was wrong with the commander’s arm? He didn’t think he’d missed any of the chat lately, even if he was reading most of the conversations after they’d happened. But he still read them all. He didn’t recall anything mentioning the commander being injured. Only on Umbara, but that was just a scuffle with that deranged Jedi, right?

The commander frowned, folding his arms. “I think you boys have done enough to my arm, thanks. You and the rest of your entire company.”

While the triplets started making excuses, Elevensies tentatively raised his hand.

“Yeah, kid, go ahead and ask,” the commander replied, looking resigned.

The youngest member paused to look at everyone, then asked, “What happened to your arm, sir?”

Everyone’s attention went to the commander. Fours noticed Zero, Echo, and Fives looking with a little less than avid curiosity, and he wondered. He knew Fives couldn’t lie, so he had a feeling those three had known something was different for a while now.

In reply, the commander began removing the armor below his elbow and setting the pieces out of sight. After he did that, he tugged each of his fingers loose from his glove, and pulled it off as well, holding the hand so they could see it. Wherever he was, there was enough light to glint off the metal as he turned his hand this way and that. The interlocking plates protecting the inner workings were black, like his armor, but they shone a dull blue in the light. From what he could see, the metal continued up and disappeared under his sleeve, leaving everyone to wonder how much of his arm he’d lost.

“When the kriff did that happen?” Sevenset asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Umbara.”

Sevenset’s face went from concerned to horrified. “Umbara?” he cried, his voice pitching up quite a bit.

“What?” Nines demanded. “I didn’t know about this.” He looked at Fives and Echo. “What happened? Did you know about this?”

Echo shrugged. “Maybe a little.” Fives looked guilty, which meant they had both definitely known about it.

Do-si-do gasped. “Wait! Was this because of that Jedi you guys definitely didn’t kill?”

Elevensies’ eyes widened. Fours couldn’t blame him. Trees groaned and facepalmed, probably muttering something about even more liability for treason.

The commander shrugged, unfazed by the outcry as he started putting his glove and armor back on. “Yeah, he knocked me out and when I woke up, my arm was gone.”

“This was months ago, Commander!” Sevenset pointed out.

“How did you get the new arm?” Fours found himself asking. No one in the Marines had any cybernetics, usually because his commander didn’t wait for medical evaluations before transferring an injured clone. He didn’t like to think about how many had “disappeared” afterwards.

“Our commander knows a guy,” Jackal chirped, a pleased smile on his face. The commander nodded, confirming the statement.

Sevenset spluttered for several seconds, which was amusing, before he settled on, “That’s it? Just ‘a guy?’ No explanation of why we had no idea you had lost an arm?”

The commander shrugged. “Nope.” That just made Sevenset more affronted, his mouth falling open in surprise. “Careful you don’t catch any mynocks in there,” the commander remarked as he clicked his vambrace closed.

That made the triplets around Zero crack up, and the noise must have jolted Sevenset out of his shock. He frowned, clearly not happy with the commander, but Fours didn’t think he would get any more information out of him about it right now.

“First Fours dyes his hair, now the commander has a cybernetic arm,” he said. “I’m just saying, I’m feeling a little out of the loop. Does anyone else have some life-altering or otherwise important information they want to share?”

To Fours’ surprise, Trees spoke. “General Unduli got a pet duck.”

“She did what?”

“Yeah, she found this duck and adopted it. Supposed to be our new mascot, I guess. Named it Duckfee. Commander Gree keeps trying to steal it to study it, and Commander Offee has yet to warm up to the name.”

Without warning, Nines, Loops, Trees, Do-si-do, Fives, and Echo all disappeared from the call. Fours sat up a little straighter, along with almost everyone else.

“What just happened?” Sevenset wondered, looking around, eyes narrowed.

“Where are they all located?” the commander asked.

Zero’s three companions had disappeared, but from the way he was talking to people out of view, they were still in the room. He turned to the projector. “Strategy conference, remember?”

“Right,” Sevenset nodded, still wary.

“So… maybe they all had to leave really suddenly?” Elevensies suggested.

“Unlikely,” the commander replied, opening his comm and typing a message in record time. “I’ll ask around.”

“Who, the same mysterious ‘guy’ who got you a whole cybernetic arm?” Sevenset said pointedly.

Commander Sixes raised an eyebrow at him. “No, this is Commander Neyo.”

The ARC mouthed an, “oh,” then leaned back in his seat and folded his arms.

After a few tense seconds, both Zero and the commander said, “That’s not good,” at the same time.

Fours sat forward, and Sevenset was on the edge of his seat, nearly falling off. “What? What happened?”

Again, the two others spoke at the same time, but this time two different things came out of their mouths.

Zero said, “One of our Cricklets might have blown up.”

Commander Sixes said, “The strategy conference almost blew up.”

The three other clones from the 118th rushed to Zero in distress. “Which Cricklet?” Cass demanded.

“The one on that top secret mission, obviously,” Jackal replied.

“No!” Beskar cried, looking over Zero’s shoulder at his datapad. “Not Rootkit!”

Fours raised a finger. “What about the entire conference almost blowing up?”

“Yeah, that seems like the more important piece of information regarding all of our friends just disappearing from our transmission,” Sevenset agreed.

“Neyo says a late cruiser came out of hyperspace, then blew to bits before it could crash into the space station,” the commander announced, reading off his comm. “Haven’t found out what happened yet, but it was definitely rigged as a bomb.”

Jackal’s mouth quirked down. “Was that the top secret mission Rootkit went on? With Skywalker’s droid?”

“Apparently.”

“Huh.”

-scene break-

RedBoiiiii: is everyone okay??? no one blew up???

d0nut man: yeah what happened to the droids?? are they okay??

high fives: it was a fun light show!

CrispyDomino: yeah if you like heart attacks to go with your light shows

RedBoiiiii: DOMINO oh thank the Maker people are okay

Loopy: yeah most of us were in no danger whatsoever

Trees: unless you were the jedi and the guys in the main room

Loopy: true, they were front and center for the shrapnel blast

Double Trouble: DUDE that was WILD some windows almost shattered where i was!!

RedBoiiiii: you are not making me feel better

#1 Boy: what happened to the rest of the droids? Zero’s friends were very worried

d0nut man: they still are

high fives: oh the rest of the droids are fine, it’s just R2 still MIA :(

d0nut man: YAY!!!!!! Rootkit is safe :)

#1 Boy: nu R2 T_T

CrispyDomino: apparently the droids found a commando out there, presumed KIA on sarrish

DEATH: “Found?”

DressedtotheNines: IT’S GREGOR THEY FOUND CAPTAIN GREGOR THEY GOT HIM BACK HE’S ONLY LIGHTLY SINGED and somewhat concussed

high fives: yeah i guess they crashed somewhere and found him

CrispyDomino: but he had some amnesia so that’s why he didn’t come back sooner

Trees: that’s not something you see every day

Double Trouble: i have never seen nines that excited about anything since i met him

DressedtotheNines: Gregor was one of my COs before he disappeared. We missed him.

#1 Boy: aw ^_^

Loopy: that’s sweet

DressedtotheNines: i’m guessing skywalker isn’t too happy about r2 being missing?

high fives: no he is royally pissed

CrispyDomino: yeah no one is surprised by it tbh

Submarine: glad to hear people aren’t dead and just have some head trauma?

CrispyDomino: yeah maybe if skywalker stopped pulling stunts he wouldn’t have so much head trauma

DressedtotheNines: while I won’t argue that point, I do think fours was referring to Gregor

Submarine: yes

CrispyDomino: oh

CrispyDomino: I’m still right

-scene break-

#1 Boy: hey… I know it’s the middle of the night on Trip Zip… but is anyone here to talk?

Double Trouble: i’m here! what’s up kiddo?

#1 Boy: do you know how bad an injury needs to be to be… dangerous?

RedBoiiiii: uhh you mean how bad until they “disappear?”

#1 Boy: yeah… my squadmate… he had an accident on a mission

CrispyDomino: oh kriff, what happened? What’s the injury?

CrispyDomino: i mean here’s the thing: disappearing only happens when the injury gets reported

RedBoiiiii: which happens all the time on Coruscant. All. The. Time.

#1 Boy: really? T_T

Double Trouble: hey hey hey, doesn’t the guard have systems in place so that doesn’t happen???? didn’t sevens tell us that?

RedBoiiiii: well sure, but it’s not a miracle pipeline

#1 Boy: is he gonna be okay???

CrispyDomino: what’s the injury?

#1 Boy: he hurt his arm on a senatorial escort, his shoulder needs surgery

#1 Boy: but it’s not a guarantee fix–they said there’d be lasting damage

CrispyDomino: well. that’s better than it could be, by a long shot

RedBoiiiii: it’s not great, but… it’s not terrible i guess

RedBoiiiii: i might have some contacts to try but… i’m sorry

Double Trouble: I hope it turns out okay!

#1 Boy: i mean i know we’re at war and death happens and all that but…

CrispyDomino: hey it’s never easy. I’m sorry this is happening

Double Trouble: When we can be, we’re here for ya, buddy

#1 Boy: thanks guys <3

The Angry Zebra Bros have arrived.... and what will happen to Elevensies' squadmate??? ooooooo...

@23-bears @theultimatesandwich @mercurydancer @darth-void @rndmpeep @gaeasun and @fate-and-destiny Come read about Duckfee!! if anyone wants to be added to/taken off of the informal taglist!

#i write things sometimes #tcw fanfic #number lads #numbers gang #clone trooper ocs #star wars fanfiction #star wars ocs #arc trooper fives #arc trooper echo

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bylightofdawn · 1 year

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I'm finally home, I watched Across the Spiderverse and I am vibrating from wanting to scream about things but I am so mentally boomed all I would manage is "ooooo pretty colors"

So I might try and talk about it tomorrow when I am slightly more coherent.

I also got my playstation visa card AND realized I'd mis-read the whole offer about the 125 statement credit thing, it expired 6/30

So I SHOULD get it. Which is good since I Just put 600 dollars on a credit card with a stupid high APR. Which I will be focusing on paying off ASAP. -cringes-

I'm being a good girl and did not get Jedi Survivor. I want to pay this off ASAP and don't need to carry anymore debt on it than I have to.

I'm going to try and pay this off within 3 months which may fuck around with my plans to start paying on the Obi-Wan and Fox hot toys. I feel like....Obi-Wan will prolly sell out before Fox and he releases first so I"m going to focus on him and then Fox afterwards. Can I say how upset and disappointed I am we do not get a Fox headsculpt?

Okay I'm fucking beyond exhausted. The last chapter of this A M A Z I N G Xedgin finished posting and I'm like three chapters behind at this point.

Everyone should go read it.

It's a delightful AU set about 7ish years before the movie and kinda takes things and tosses it out. Ed, Holga and a seven year old Kira decide to leave and head down South towards Mornbryn's Shield. And along the way they meet this handsome Paladin and Eg is very much lowkey thirsting until he finds out he's Thayan and well there's a couple of chapters of Ed making you want to strangle him but he gets better.

There is so much scrumptious pining and people being dumb. I love it so much.

So I'm going to read that foe the rest of the night and hopefully don't pass out midway through because I am legit to that poi t of exhaustion where I am loopy.

#life of el #I make terrible financial decisions.#but omg I am going to play MWII and I'm strangely excited for that #what kind of bizarro world have I entered?#I hope this doesn't awaken anything within me #send help if show signs of actually wanting to write COD fanfic #just throw me in the loony bin #no thoughts just being fueled by pure exhaustion

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oflgtfol · 3 years

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god i need more good grievous content like on par with 2003 cw. where is it *shakes my cage*

#2003 cw And that very brief scene in galaxy of adventures #IN THE OBI WAN EPISODE OF ALL EPISODES 😔#basically in conclusion . 2d animated grievous is superior to all other media involving him #i think abt that split second scene in the obi wan episode and i lose my mind. GOD #the drama … the lighting … the spinny arms … OUGHHHH #thats what its ABOUT babey #brot posts #sw posting #OK im going to sleep now #i slept like the entire day but im so tired and loopy

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glimmerglanger · 2 years

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Make Your Bed (lie in it) - when Bones has to deal with a loopy Cody telling him how hot Obi-Wan was when he fought Maul & Savage and Bones is trying very hard to treat Cody's injuries without laughing his ass off in the medbay. Basically anything with exasperated Bones in it. (ok for public)

(for the memorable scene ask game)

I do love Bones very much (he even got a big role in my upcoming big bang)!

#glimmer replies #ask me anything #memorable scene ask game

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i think you should write a fic where the disaster lineage gets stoned (intentionally or accidentally).

Okay I love this because every member of the disaster lineage is a junkie of some sort. Anakin and Ahsoka are adrenaline fiends, Obi-Wan drinks (heavily), Qui-Gon totally makes edibles (and it’s the only thing he can bake/cook), Dooku clearly has a shopping addiction, and Yoda is on killer pain meds because of his bad back (chronic pain is varied, and sometimes people who need a cane one day might not need them the next, but I find it hard to believe that combat doesn’t take an incredible toll on his body).

But what you’re talking about is a fic where they all get high-high (as in: from space drugs), so here is my proposition:

First, time travel, so we can cram them all in a room (or ~mysterious Force planet) together. Second, pollen. Space drug pollen

You know when you’re kind of loopy on painkillers, and everything seems a lot funnier than it is, but you can still control yourself if you focus? Yeah? That’s not what happens here.

No, here, I want them to be off their tits. I want them to be balls-to-the-wall insane. I want each of them unable to really remember who they are, or what they want, or anything more complex than “I love the person in front of me.” I want Dooku to see Yoda and go “hateful-reviled-green-master-carer-friend-cruel-loving-selfish creature.” I want Qui-Gon to see Obi-Wan and start sobbing because he just loves him so much and he’s all grown up and he did so much to hurt Obi-Wan or he must have because Obi-Wan is giving him a look like seeing him is tearing his heart in half but this was his PADAWAN (whatever a padawan is) and he LOVES him and for the life of him he can’t remember why he shouldn’t say it. I want Anakin to see Obi-Wan and attach himself to him like a barnacle, I’m talking full-on clinging to the legs like a little spider monkey, hugging him like nobody’s business, and I want Obi-Wan to hug him back, to attach himself in the same way because, well, why shouldn’t he? I want Ahsoka seeing Yoda and Obi-Wan and having the same sort of crisis Dooku has— I want her to feel betrayed and lonely and hurt and yet know in her bones that they care about her and that she cares about them. I want her to yell at them for abandoning her and for none of them to know what the hell she’s talking about but for them to know, in their hearts, that even if what they did was unavoidable, it shouldn’t have happened, they should have tried to stop it.

And Obi-Wan. Oh, my dear, dear, emotionally stunted mess of repression and collection of anxiety that we all term Obi-Wan. I want him to break. I want him to yell at everyone (except for Ahsoka). I want him to yell at Qui-Gon for everything he did, at Anakin for everything he didn’t, at Dooku for being a dick, at Yoda for being a different sort of dick— but most of all, I want him to yell at himself. I want him to yell every negative thought, every piece of guilt, every unavoidable sacrifice and every avoidable tragedy he has blamed on himself. I want him to finish, panting, eyes red from crying, and try to run away.

And then I want Ahsoka to tackle his legs and force him to get hugs and affirmations from everyone who loves him.

...

When they all wake up, extremely dazed but still on the ~mysterious Force planet, they are forced to confront the consequences of their actions. Namely: the fact that they all have emotions, and appear to be terrible at dealing with them. Absolutely no one is delighted but Anakin.

#anon #asks #fic wish game #star wars #star wars au #disaster lineage #willow's aus #long post

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kckenobi · 3 years

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What I Want

Summary: Obi-Wan butt-dials Cody with a message his commander is definitely not meant to hear. 1.5k, humor/fluff

Hands fumbling for the comm, he told himself he must’ve imagined it—he hadn’t recorded himself just now. No. Of course not. He was just a bit tired and loopy, and he absolutely did not just send a holo—

Frantically swiping the screen, he skimmed the transmission history. His eyes zeroed in on the first line.

CC-2224. 30-second recording. Outgoing message.

Kriff, kriff, kriff—

With the collected composure of a Jedi Master who had absolutely gotten enough sleep and was decidedly not panicking, Obi-Wan bolted from the briefing room.

It’s fine, Obi-Wan told himself, slowing to a brisk walk at the sight of a few troopers down the hall. Just find his comlink and delete the message before he sees it. Of course, Cody was usually diligent about answering his comm immediately, but, ah—perhaps just this once he’d be just a tad less ridiculously competent of a commander…

Obi-Wan turned the corner blindly, only to run face-first into someone tall and familiar.

For one terrifying second he thought it was Cody. But mercifully, Obi-Wan stumbled backward to look into the face of his former Padawan.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin said, eyebrows lilted. “What’re you—”

“Have you seen Cody?”

“Uh, no,” he said. “I’m just coming from the shuttlebay. Why?”

Blast.

“No, no reason.” Obi-Wan coughed dryly. “I just—ah—sent him something I didn’t intend to.”

Anakin’s eyebrows shot up before a smirk trickled onto his face. “Ooh, saucy. Well, I’ve seen the way he looks at you during briefing meetings, Master, and trust me—I really don’t think he’ll mind—”

“I—wh—Anakin! No! I meant—I didn’t—We are not—” Obi-Wan sputtered. “It has to do with the war! He sent me the Chancellor’s message and—”

“Yeah, sure, Obi-Wan. Whatever you say.” Anakin elbowed him as he stepped past. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Better go find your—”

“Oh, stop that.”

Anakin’s laughter followed him down the hall as Obi-Wan took off again, face prickling with heat.

Cody could’ve been any number of places right now—the man somehow managed to be everywhere at once, Obi-Wan sometimes believed. But at this hour, he was most likely to be in his quarters. And that would…complicate things a bit. How to be discrete…how to distract him while I find it… Perhaps he could tell Cody there was an emergency on the bridge to get him out of his quarters. Of course, he’d likely bring his comlink with him, or wonder why Obi-Wan wasn’t coming along…alright, maybe something less extreme. A munitions inventory, perhaps. In the middle of the night. Or maybe he could claim communications were disrupted, an excuse to get his hands on the comm…

“Sir?”

Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks just as he passed the refractory. And as he did so, could practically hear the shattering of his half-baked plans.

Because there in the doorway was Cody.

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#I laughed while writing this so much it is SO dumb and I hope you enjoy it 😂#obi wan kenobi #commander cody #anakin skywalker #my fic #also once again this gif is like 6 different videos stitched together lol

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obiwanobi · 3 years

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you know what I think would be funny in the dooou is obi-wan’s master au? if dooku and anakin were kidnapped together without obi-wan to meditate between them and make no mistake dooku DOES despise his grand padawan it’s just that the force suppressors are affecting anakin worse than they do him and he’s not COMPLETELY heartless, so he (reluctantly) takes care of a loopy anakin while he plots to get them out of there and by the end of it all he’s like “oh fuck he’s A Lot like qui-gon and (1/2)

I Like qui-gon so idk what I was expecting to happen.” anyway by the end of it all dooku has re-discovered his ability to deal with overgrown younglings AND how he used to deal with qui-gon, which invloved several painkillers and a not insignificant amount of alchohol. it’s only after I’ve typed this out that I’ve realized that this isnt compliant with your actual au at all bc I got too into the concept of anakin and dooku being fond of each other but not admitting it so feel free to ignore this

no it can work with this AU!

I like the idea of Dooku being in total denial, like yes, sure, he’s actually doing the bare minimum so Skywalker doesn’t die, but it’s only because he knows Obi-Wan would be sad and disappointed in him if he learns that he did nothing to help him, and also because Anakin was Qui-Gon’s padawan, not at all because sometimes Anakin reminds him of himself when he was younger, no, absolutely not.

#dooku and kenobi au #clem's aus #asks #anon #i love the idea that dooku can tolerate anakin if he starts seeing him as an overgrown youngling

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wintersxani · 3 years

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hello could i request a modern fanfic with anakin, luke, and obi-wan (separately) where they spend time with the reader after the reader gets their wisdom teeth pulled out? thank u 💟

Universe: Star Wars

A/N: I really didn't know how to deliver this request tbh, so I figured making it out to be an imagine would be the best choice! Hope you enjoy <3

{Imagine} Wisdom teeth ~ Modern

Anakin ~ You can hear his car pull up, turn off, and the front door open. “Y/n?” He called, finding you plopped on the couch, wrapped in a blanket. “There you are-” He says before letting out a little chuckle. “Shut up.” You groan. “I brought you something.” He said, pulling a teddy bear from behind his back. Your eyes light up and he comes to sit down next to you. “Hope it makes up for the other one..” He suggests, bringing up the old teddy bear that got it’s head ripped off after he brought over his dog, Rex. “It does.” You said smiling faintly since moving a large amount of your facial structure caused a ping of pain. “How about we watch A New Hope?” He asked with a cheesy smile. “Only if we can watch Clueless after.” You said, grabbing the Teddy Bear from his hands, and leaning against his chest.

Luke ~ “Y/N?” Luke’s voice spoke as you spaced out, clearly high off of anesthesia; loopy and groggy. “Hey it’s luke, I brought you flowers.” He said with a hint of concern as he stared at you with your jaw open. “I can’t feel my tongue- oh my gosh.” You said, shocked beyond belief. He shook his head, putting the flowers to the side before moving strands of hair out of your face, rubbing your back as you lingered on the fact that not only could you not feel your tongue, but rather your entire mouth. You should’ve been freaking out, but you were more amused over it than scared. He began to laugh at your facial expressions, trying to analyze what was going on through your head. You joined him in the laughter, tears forming at your eyes from laughing so hard. “Luke?” You said through snorts. His ‘hm?’ allowed you to ask your question. “Why are we laughing again?” You asked, eyes widening. “Please get some rest, you are seriously out of it.” He said, laughing some more.

Obi-Wan~ He was the one who picked you up from the procedure, taking you home to carry you into bed since you had convinced your brain that you were unable to move. “How is it feeling?” He asked, sitting at the edge of your bed. You stuck your tongue out and left it there, trying to say ‘amazing’ but the word was incoherent. This made him softly chuckle, pulling the covers over your legs. “I’d probably put it back in your mouth if I were you.” He said, helping you into a more comfortable position. Nodding, you stared at him intensely, which made him shake his head with another chuckle. “You should be thankful I’m a good friend, I have so much power to embarrass you now.” He said, grabbing a book and reading it aloud until you had calmed down, and began to regain sobriety.

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karlyanalora · 3 years

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Conversationalist Obi-Wan 🤣

Obi-Wan rambles in his sick state.

Obi-Wan does not get sick often. It was probably for the good of the galaxy that this was the case. But when he was about to get sick, the rest of the universe had plenty of warning.

Which meant Anakin had plenty of time to arrange a visit to The Negotiator right before Obi-Wan came down with a nasty cold. The only downside was that Anakin could only stay for a day and thus would miss most of the entertainment.

Threepwood was all too ready to take a break when Anakin waltzed into the medbay.

“Hello, Master!”

Obi-Wan’s face split into a loopy grin as he tried to get up but ran into the bedrail instead. “Anakin!”

Anakin smiles. These were the times he lived for as a padawan. “How are you feeling Master?”

Obi-Wan slumped back in his bed, head plopping into his hand with a look of pure unbelieving shock that you’d see on a teenage girl presented with a fashion faux pas.

“Horrible, Anakin, I mean I have never felt so terrible in my entire life! I’m sure I’m dying.”

Anakin grinned. “Oh really?”

“Yes! I mean, maybe I’ve felt worse. Like that time Dooku zapped me with Sith lighting.” Obi-Wan’s face morphed into pure disgust and fury. “Dooku! Ooo, I want to wring his skinny neck! How dare he chop your hand off! He is a horrible Master, horrible…” Obi-Wan petered off his face turning into pure horror.

“What if I’m a horrible Master?” he whispered.

And before Anakin could say anything to the contrary, the waterworks started.

“Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry! I know I can come off as critical, but that’s only because I love you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. You are my precious baby brother and I know I was nowhere ready to take you on as a Padawan and can you ever forgive me…?”

Anakin was now uncomfortably aware of the other patients trying not to stare at them. And of course, Ahsoka chose that moment to walk in and lean smugly against the wall.

“Ahsoka…”

She shook her head, smiling. “Nu-uh, Skyguy. I’m going to hear all your embarrassing padawan stories. Every last one of them.”

Obi-Wan blinked. “Embarrassing stories, eh? Well, I’ve got quite a few. Though I’m not sure who was more embarrassed. Anakin was the worst padawan ever, always speaking out of turn. Never knew when to shut up!”

That rankled Anakin. “Now, Master, I think that might be a bit harsh…”

“‘A bit harsh?’! Anakin, you would do it all the time. In every meeting I ever had, you would do something rude, whether speaking out of turn or pulling the other padawans braid.”

“But his braid was on the wrong side, Master!”

Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at him and turned back to Ahsoka. “He was constantly pushing my buttons. He was the most belligerent youngling ever to walk the Temple halls. Constantly arguing over every little thing. Never listening to me. Refusing to talk to me. He actually bit me once when I tried to hug him.” Obi-Wan paused thoughtfully, “Though to be honest that time I looked like I was preparing to hug an urchin.” Obi-Wan smiled brightly. “It doesn’t matter now; he has a padawan just like him.”

Anakin burst out laughing at Ahsoka’s offended face.

“Don’t look so offended. Just...so...you know,” he spluttered out, “he won’t remember any of this once he feels better.”

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Satine received a comm call from Obi-Wan in the middle of the night. Whatever her fears were, they were quickly soothed despite Obi-Wan’s words.

“Satine, I think I’m dying.”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Obi, you don’t sound like you’re dying.”

“But I am! And I have so much to tell you!”

“Like what?”

“You’re headdress makes you look like a fathead. And believe me, your head is big enough without it.”

“Obi-Wan!” Satine protested.

But Obi-Wan was on a roll.

“I think you would look better with a tiara, something small, silver perhaps to accent the soft golden waves. Oh, how I wish I could run my hands through it one last time! Alas, all beautiful things must come to an end. Even I!”

He quickly switched gears. “What do you call a female Mandalorian? Girlorians? How do Death Watch people see everything? Do they turn their heads? Do they have sensors in the back of their helmets? Also, I wasn’t aware you had a sister. I mean I know for a fact that Korkie isn’t mine, despite what the rumor mill says. I wasn’t aware you had another boyfriend besides myself.”

“Now, now, Obi-Wan, you decided to remain a Jedi…”

“Oh, that’s right. The universe needs me even more than you do, my love. Now what to do about that other boyfriend...you don’t happen to have a sister, do you?”

“Goodnight, Obi-Wan. I hope you feel better in the morning.”

“‘Better?’ I feel wonderful!”

“I thought you said you were dying.”

“Oh, yes. That’s right. Thank you for reminding me. What would I do without your loving reminders to die?”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what do you really mean, Satine?” he said in a dreamy voice.

“I really mean that I have to go now.”

“And so must I, from this life into the next. May my Forced ghost forever haunt you dreams…”

Another voice could be heard. “Master, I wasn’t aware that was how the Force worked.

“Anakin!”

And that is when Satine hung up.

#clone wars #star wars #sw #tcw #obi-wan #satine kryze #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #sickfic #funny #humor #ask #original something

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