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morganwrites-starwars · 2 years

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Time is a social construct pt. 7

Mandalorian Time Travel AU

Summary: Din is trying his best, ok? But between trying to find a teacher for his magic kid and learning there were other Mandalorians who follow a different creed, Din is very confused and lost. So when he ends up on a plant that his HUD says is Manda’yaim and encounters two teens on the run from a group of dar’mandas called Death Watch, Din figures he way as well help them. He never meant to adopt them. Or become Mand’alor.

Note: This chapter is shorter than I prefer, but I like the ending point, so we're just going to go with it.

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Din hated how much sense it made. He hated how the various puzzle pieces swirling in his head were slotting together to create a picture. Din thinks he preferred the jumbled mess to the final picture.

Because time travel? It’s kriffing ridiculous. Impossible even. But Obi-wan had said it with such conviction, and it made sense.

“Osik.”

Obi-wan let out a laugh that was uncomfortably close to a hysteric sob. Din, without thinking, stepped closer and pulled the kid into a hug, making sure Obi-wan’s head didn’t hit his chest plate too hard. Obi-wan let out a full sob this time, turning to hide his face in Din’s neck.

“They’re all dead,” Obi-wan managed between sobs and hiccups. “And I- I-“

“Shh, ad’ika,” Din murmured, stroking Obi-wan’s hair. “The future is not your fault.”

“No!” Obi-wan cried, burrowing deeper into Din’s embrace. “I saw! I saw- I wasn’t there in time- I couldn’t save them-“

Din was beginning to suspect that Obi-wan had a close relationship with the Jedi. He was also beginning to suspect that those lightsabers weren’t just a rare weapon that Din had only seen twice.

But none of that mattered now, not when Obi-wan was still crying in his arms. Din slowly rocked the two of them side to side as he muttered old Mandalorian songs to Obi-wan. The ad’ika was gripping the edges of Din’s chest plate so tight his knuckles had turned white.

There was a soft whoosh of a door opening, nearly inaudible over Obi-wan crying. A concerned Satine and Grogu were standing in the doorway, and Grogu’s ears drooped low. Grogu, from his place in Satine’s arms, held out a hand and opened and closed it in Obi-wan’s direction, letting out a pitiful whine.

Obi-wan inhaled deeply, cutting off his next cry, and peak his head up from Din’s shoulder. Din didn’t know if some type of Force communication happened, but when Obi-wan saw Grogu, the teen sobbed again. Satine, becoming frantic in her worry, rushed over with Grogu. Immediately, Grogu pulled himself onto Obi-wan's lap, smushed between the teen and Din. Obi-wan’s arms wrapped around the child, hunched over as if trying to protect Grogu from the world.

“I’m sorry, ni ceta, I’m so sorry,” Obi-wan let out a stream of muttered apologies, still rocking slightly in Din’s arms even after the man had gone still.

Satine was looking between Din and Obi-wan, concern showing with a hint of suspicion. Din wanted to reassure her that Obi-wan was fine and that Din hadn’t done anything to him. But that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it?

So Din settled for saying, “It’s hard to explain.”

Satine didn’t like that explanation, but she still rested a hand on Obi-wan’s shoulder. Obi-wan had opened his eyes and was staring into Grogu’s. He wasn’t sobbing anymore, but tears were still running down his face.

“I’m so sorry that you-“ Obi-wan hiccuped. Grogu cooed and rested on clawed hand on Obi-wan’s cheek. They must’ve been communicating mentally again because Obi-wan shook his head. “No, no, I’m not- I’m no hero- I couldn’t-“

“Patu!” Grogu huffed and turned to stare at Din demandingly. The kid’s expression practically screamed, ‘do something about this!’

Din was never good at denying his ad’ika anything, so he brought a hand up to rest on the back of Obi-wan’s head. “Hey, there’s nothing we can do about it right now, ok? Let’s get some water and food in you first, then we can, uh, figure things out.”

Obi-wan sniffed and used his shoulder to try and wipe away the tears still on his face. He wasn’t actively crying anymore, but he still looked one wrong move away from bursting into tears.

“Obi-wan, what happened?” Satine asked gently, reaching a hand out slowly to wipe away the tears Obi-wan missed.

“I-uh-“

“Apparently, Grogu and I are from the future,” Din said after Obi-wan struggled to get the words out. “It’s, well, it’s not been great for some time.”

It was vague, but Satine still looked incredibly shocked. She looked between Din and Grogu as if trying to process the fact that the two beings in front of her were, chronologically, younger than her. Admittedly, it hurt Din’s head to think about it too much, and he already had practice with having a son who was older than him.

Finally, Satine looked at Obi-wan for answers. The boy sniffed and straightened himself. Din let his arms fall but kept a steadying hand on Obi-wan’s back. “I had a vision- and uh, I saw, well, it was so bad-“

When Obi-wan’s breath hitched, Satine cut him off. “It’s ok. You don’t have to describe it right now. I think Din’s idea of food and water is good, yeah?”

Grogu exclaimed, “Baa!” settling the issue.

Obi-wan stood up slowly, still cradling Grogu in his arms as if the kid was the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground. Din kept a hand on Obi-wan’s back until the kid stepped out of reach. Satine took over, holding onto one of Obi-wan’s arms as she led him back into the living room. Din took a moment to himself and took a depth breath.

So, time travel. Clearly, they were in a time before Mandalore had been glassed and before the Jedi had been killed. Din didn’t know yet if the Clone Wars were currently happening or if they were even further back. Satine hadn’t really reacted to Din’s mention of the droid army, but that could also have been because it was buried in his mini-trauma dump. Grogu seemed to recognize Obi-wan from around the time of the Jedi Purge, so they’re probably not much over 80 years at maximum if Obi-wan was at an old age for a human at the time.

Din’s best bet would be to figure out the year (and hoped he still remembered how to do the year conversions, which has been one of the biggest pains in the past few years). But, Din was worried that revealing how many years until the Purge happens would only send Obi-wan into another panic. From what Din could tell, the kid would take full responsibility for trying to stop it. Which, obviously, Din wasn’t going to let happen.

Din allowed himself a single groan. All he had wanted was to get his kid safe; how the hells did he end up on the mission to save the Jedi from their massacre? He was a bounty hunter, for kriff’s sake. One who hadn’t even known Jedi were a thing until a few months ago. The Manda, the Force, or whatever, must’ve been laughing at him. Or incredibly desperate.

Satine appeared in the doorway, eyes narrowed. Din resigned himself to an interrogation. He was kind of curious how a pacifist would pull that off.

“Me’bana?” Satine demanded. Din let himself have a moment of victory at the girl using Mando’a. “The future? How do you expect me to believe that?”

Din shrugged and decided to sit on the stool Obi-wan had been sitting on. “Obi-wan and I were, uh, discussing Jedi, and it turns out they’re still alive now.”

“What?”

“In my time, almost every Jedi was killed nearly 30 years ago*. They called it the Purge.” Din said, watching the devastating and understanding cross Satine’s face. “Obi-wan is a Jedi.”

It wasn’t a question- it was the only explanation that Din could come up with for Obi-wan's reaction to the news. And he could use the Force and had a sword. As Din understood, those were the main qualifications to be a Jedi.

Still, Satine nodded in confirmation. “Yes, he is, um, on a mission-“

“To protect you from Death Watch,” Din filled in. Satine nodded again, and Din filed away his questions about why she was important enough for Death Watch to want to kill for later. “But, yes. The Jedi are dead, and Obi-wan didn’t take it well, and-“

Din cut himself off with a shrug and a gesture to the living room. Satine looked back for a moment before focusing on Din again. “And Grogu?”

“From what I know,” Din said softly, “He was smuggled out of the temple in the midst of it.”

Satine gasped in horror. “So he saw….” Din nodded grimly. “Oh, the poor thing.”

Din let her sit with her thoughts. He couldn’t hear any crying, so he was ok with staying where he was for a few more minutes. After a minute, Satine asked, “And Mandalore? What’s been going on?”

Din winced, expression hidden by his helmet. “As far as I know, not much.”

“So the New Mandalorian leadership worked?” Satine asked hopefully.

“Mandalore was glassed- bombed to the point of uninhabited. Most Mandalorians were killed. I can only assume that included the New Mandalorians.”

“Oh.” Satine deflated. “Who did it?”

“The Empire,” Din responded before realizing that was a whole other conversation. “But that’s a long story that Obi-wan should hear.”

Satine huffed but agreed. “Ok. But not right now.”

“Definitely not,” Din agreed. It was a bit funny. Obi-wan was apparently the topic that two vastly different Mandalorians could agree on.

When they re-entered the main room, Obi-wan was curled up on the couch, Grogu resting back on his leg that were tucked up. There were two empty wrappers and a water pouch on the table. Obi-wan was muttering something to Grogu, a small smile on his face.

Grogu interrupted whatever Obi-wan was saying with a squeal when Din walked in. Obi-wan gave Din a small, awkward smile.

“Hi. I was just telling him some stories about my childhood and friends.”

Din hummed and took a seat at the dining table. Satine sat on the opposite end of the couch from Obi-wan, pulling her feet up too. “Mind sharing? I’d like to hear about growing up in a Jedi Temple.”

Obi-wan froze for a second before chuckling sheepishly. “Ah. You figured that out.”

“Yes,” Din said. “You don’t have to share if you don’t want.”

“No, no, I don’t mind,” Obi-wan assured. “Maybe you can also share some stories?”

Din chuckled at the hidden interest in Obi-wan’s voice. “Sure.”

“Satine?”

“Of course,” Satine said. “But I’m not sure how they match up.”

And so they swapped stories for the afternoon, Din taking the time to do a maintenance check on his weapons and armor. They should have been looking for supplies, places to go, and making plans. But, as Din watched Satine and Obi-wan laugh over stories of childhood pranks gone wrong, Din couldn’t bring himself to say anything. The teens were relaxed, and Grogu adored the attention. Who was Din to take away a moment of relaxation and security? He would happily keep watch and entertain with humorous stories about learning to be a beroya.

They deserved it, especially if their soon-coming conversations would be as emotional as Din predicted.

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Mando'a translations:

Mando'a translations: osik-shit ni ceta- sorry (lit: I kneel) groveling apology Me'bana- What happened?

#mando #mando'a #the mandalorian #din darjin #grogu #mando and grogu #baby yoda #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan is not having a great time #obi-wan gets a hug #Duchess Satine #satine kryze #order 66 mention #time travel #time travel au #Din just wants to raise his son in peace #time is a social construct

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pandora15 · 5 months

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everyone say thank you to the kenobi series for letting obi-wan get so many hugs :')

#i think the number of hugs he gets in canon literally doubled after the show released #what an incredible thing to happen to the sw fandom #and to him #:')))))))))#obi wan kenobi #obi wan show

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katierosefun · 2 years

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the way the obi-wan kenobi series is quite honestly a fever dream for obi-wan kenobi fans in the best way you’ve got depressed ptsd obi-wan you’ve got obi-wan being an awkward depressed uncle/dad figure you’ve got obi-wan having vague memories of his birth family but ultimately calling the jedi his new family you’ve got obi-wan being a socially awkward bc see: trauma you’ve got obi-wan being cute with his lil’ eopie friend you’ve got obi-wan having nightmares you’ve got obi-wan hallucinating anakin in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere and we’re only halfway through besties

#kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #caroline talks #OBI-WAN GETS A HUG IS THE NEXT TROPE COWARDS!!!

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tennessoui · 10 months

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each time i read “toss overboard what is too heavy too carry” (and i read it a lot) i find another sentence to obsess over. when obi-wan actually raises his voice and talks over anakin 😮‍💨🫠 their replies… “i am happy to make the list as an obligation” OBIWAN 😭

don’t even get me started on the christmas/life day fic. i really cherish each and every word of that fic i love love love love it so much. thank you for writing it 🥹🫶

actually this ask was so sweet I started writing the next chapter

(featuring obi-wan waking up all sad and only half there and coming out of his room to see anakin puttering around in the kitchen, making him morning breakfast and obi-wan is so overcome with fondness that he hugs him tightly, making anakin go completely still and soft and also reinforcing Anakin’s belief that actually his master needs him around all the time and if he’s around all the time he is rewarded with hugs from his master which is like the best thing ever)

#asks #couples counseling au #this chapter will pretty much pick up after the last one ends #with anakin coming back to the temple late #and not going back to his wife #and obi-wan was already asleep when he gets in so anakin is like maybe he DOESNT need me :(#and then obi-wan hugs him and he’s like omg #he needs me all the time and this was the right call #I make tea so well and get master hugs 🐶🐶

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obiwan-needs-a-hug · 2 years

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Some of my favorite Anakin and Obi-wan quotes from sw rots novelization.

They both need therapy and a lot of hugs

If the had actually knew how to communicate with each other nothing of this would have happened

If you haven't read it yet what are you doing here. Go and read the tragic masterpiece!

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #ewan mcgregor #sw rots #star wars #rots novelization #never getting over this #anakin and obi wan #anakin needs a hug #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan needs a hug #revenge of the sith

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2dayihaveaheadache · 8 months

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bury me wherever you may find me

Sneak peek into a new Obikin AU, post RotS, hurt Obi-Wan, he definitely needs a hug, VaderWan, Vader redemption

At this moment, I find myself compelled to write, a cathartic release for the anger and disappointment stirred by the Kenobi series. (It's been over a year, yet the wounds it inflicted on my innermost remain raw, it makes me a tad bit melodramatic and I like fancy words.) Writing has become my attempt, a way to tend to the ache that still lingers, though all I seem to do is make Obi-Wan miserable.

Doesn't help a bit, does it?

#felix's weird thoughts and drabbles #obikin au #obikin #star wars au #star wars fic #star wars inspired #kenobi 2022 #ahsoka series #vaderwan #sw fanfic #obi-Wan needs a hug and here he doesn't get one #saddly #author is a lit stundet so way too many literature references #obikin fic #current wip #don't hat e me the kenobi series made me do it

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morganwrites-starwars · 2 years

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Evaar’la Yaim pt. 2

Summary: Obi-wan's home was barely made to fit one person, much less three. But since they are all outlaws, buying a new home isn't really an option. Obi-wan suggests an idea and reveals a lot of hidden guilt in the process.

Set after the event of ‘I Stand Here Right Beside You’ and ‘Tome tug’yc’

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After lunch, they went back to work, Luke helping Cody work on the evaporators. Obi-wan continued cleaning out the rooms, deciding to start with the bedroom. It was going to suck, but it had to be done.

The room looked frozen in time because Obi-wan had never cleaned the rooms besides the storage room and kitchen (mainly to avoid womprats moving in). Other rooms had been closed off. So the Lars’ bedroom looked like they would come back anytime (the image was only ruined by the dust). Someone’s coat was slung over the desk chair; the bed was made perfectly. A fake plant was resting on the shelf above the bed, and a pyramid puzzle was next to it. The Lars’ clothes were still in the closet, and holes had been chewed into the cloth from bugs.

Obi-wan took a deep breath, letting his despair go in the Force, allowing its comforting embrace to steady him. He felt a nudge in the Force from Luke and could feel Cody’s concern radiating from where he was fixing the evaporator. Obi-wan tossed a grin over his shoulder at his concerned family before quickly stepping into the room. Obi-wan swept the floor and noted that the old terminal on the desk should be replaced, or at least just scrapped (Jawas would probably pay nicely for it). The closet doors would need to be reaffixed, as the brackets were rusted. All of the clothes would have to be thrown out or repurposed as scraps. They would change the sheets and mattress with the ones back in their home. The bedframe seemed in good condition, but Obi-wan would ask Cody if he wanted to bring the one they had and reassemble it in the room. All in all, it wasn’t bad. There was even a lovely carpet on the floor that was in decent condition.

When Obi-wan came back out, Luke had moved on to fiddling with a toolkit droid that had been in the corner. Obi-wan was once again reminded of Luke’s similarity to Anakin. Cody was still working on the evaporator but had moved on to a different section.

Obi-wan quickly checked in with them before heading back towards the entranceway. There had been a door leading to some stairs in that hallway, but Obi-wan didn’t know what they led to.

When Obi-wan rounded the corner of the stairs, he saw the door was stuck partially open. Obi-wan spied a piece of fabric on the floor in front of the door. Obi-wan opened the door and stumbled back, tears in his eyes.

There was a small bed on a raised platform of the loft; toys were scattered on the floor. Obi-wan could feel the happiness that permeated the Force in the room, a similar feeling to the creches in the Temple.

It was Luke’s room.

Obi-wan was suddenly choked up as he imagined a little Luke playing with his toys- a stuffed bantha and several toy fighter jets. He imagined Luke hearing the stormtroopers storm in and drag him away, crying for his aunt and uncle. If Obi-wan closed his eyes and focused, he could feel the terror and pain.

Obi-wan stubbled back down the stairs, air stuck in his throat and tears welling in his eyes. He thought he may have heard someone calling his name and blearily looked to see a blonde teen at the end of the hallway.

“Anakin?” Obi-wan whimpered. His padawan held his hands in front of him and sounded concerned when he called his name again. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Anakin stepped closer, and Obi-wan, a coward, ran away. He stumbled up the stairs and onto the sand. Anakin hated sand, so Obi-wan hoped Anakin wouldn’t follow him. Obi-wan struggled his way across the loose sand, sight blocked by his tears. Anakin’s voice was ringing in his ears- I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!

He fell to his knees, chest heaving as he struggled to get a breath. The air that made it to his lungs was arid and burned his lungs just like it did on Mustafar. When he looked up realized he had collapsed in front of two graves. Obi-wan sobbed again when he read that one of them was for Shmi Skywalker.

“I-I am so sorry, Ms. Skywalker,” Obi-wan sobbed to the grave. “I failed your son.”

Obi-wan didn’t know what he was expecting; maybe the ghost of the woman he’d never met to show up and grant him forgiveness. Or, more likely, yell at him.

“I’m so sorry,” Obi-wan whispered, apologizing to Shmi and to every Jedi, clone, and civilian Obi-wan had ever failed. The younglings, the 212th, Satine, Master Jinn, Cerasi- everyone. Every person that had suffered because of Obi-wan’s failures. Anakin had to be number one on that list- his brother, his best friend, his padawan. If only Obi-wan had paid more attention, if he had tried harder--

Someone hugged him tightly, and Obi-wan felt Cody’s warm Force signature. His husband was muttering words Obi-wan couldn’t make out, petting his back.

“I failed them all,” Obi-wan gasped, unworthy of the affection Cody bestowed upon him. “They’re all dead.”

“No, no, no, cyare,” Cody rebutted, not releasing his hold as he rested his forehead against Obi-wan’s. “You can’t blame yourself for what happened to Luke or to Anakin.”

“If I had just been there,” Obi-wan tried to argue, but Cody cut him off.

“You can’t know that,” Cody said, pushing his Force presence at Obi-wan like Obi-wan had shown him years ago. “You can’t know that.”

“But maybe-“Obi-wan tried to say, mind running through every if, and, but that he’d thought of over his 14 years of solitude. Everything he could’ve done or said differently.

“Maybe if you had been there, the stormtrooper would have killed you too,” Cody said. “Maybe if you were there, Anakin would’ve killed you too.”

Obi-wan gave a wet laugh. “You always were good at refuting my arguments.”

“Someone has to be,” Cody said, a bitter fondness dripping from his words. “Otherwise, you’d blame yourself for everything.”

“Buire?” Luke asked, somewhere behind them. Obi-wan looked at Cody, unsure of what to do.

“You freaked out when you saw him,” Cody explained in a whisper. “Called him Anakin and ran away. He’s worried you’ll be upset again if you see him.”

Obi-wan sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve. He started to stand, and Cody supported him. When he was on his feet, Obi-wan turned to Luke and held his arms out. Luke ran to him and hugged him, head buried in Obi-wan’s shoulder. Obi-wan rested his hand on the back of Luke’s head and pressed his lips to the boy’s forehead.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, ad’ika,” Obi-wan muttered. “I found your old room, and it hit me harder than expected.”

“S’okay, O’buir,” Luke said into Obi-wan’s shoulder.

“Ok, you two,” Cody said when they pulled apart, “I think we’ve done enough for today. Why don’t we come back and do more tomorrow? Maybe we can make a trip into town to get parts.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” Obi-wan agreed. “Perhaps we can mediate when we get back.”

Luke nodded in agreement. Luke led Obi-wan to the speeder they came in as Cody went to collect their things and close down the home. Obi-wan sat in the back seat with Luke curled into his side.

“You remind me of him so much,” Obi-wan told Luke as they waited. “And your mother. But the resemblance to Anakin is uncanny.”

Luke didn’t say anything at first, lost in thought. But, eventually, he asked, “Would you tell me about my mother?”

Obi-wan smiled as he thought of Padme. “She was the bravest person I’ve ever met. I first met her when she was Queen of Naboo, and my Master and I were sent to help resolve the blockade of Naboo. That mission was actually where I met your father, and he joined the Jedi.”

“I think I remember learning a bit about it,” Luke said. “There was no mention of Jedi. Obviously.”

“Yes, well, I would say Padme was well protected, and we only really contributed by fighting the Sith that showed up. Your mother was the one who refused to stay on Coruscant, the one who made a truce with the Gungans.” Obi-wan shook his head fondly. “I remember thinking she was crazy. But she just cared about her people so much. She believed in freedom and fought for it time and time again.”

Luke frowned, and Obi-wan let him gather his thoughts. Cody exited the homestead, and Obi-wan smiled at his husband. Cody sat in the driver’s seat and turned the speeder on.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes,” Obi-wan said. Luke nodded, still lost in thought. Cody passed Obi-wan his pair of goggles he left in the front, and Obi-wan put them on, handing Luke his pair.

“Mom would’ve hated what Father has done,” Luke muttered, leaning his head against Obi-wan’s shoulder as Cody drove forward.

“Yes, she would’ve,” Obi-wan agreed before they were moving too fast to speak without getting a mouth full of sand. Luke was clinging to Obi-wan, both physically and in the Force. Obi-wan made eye contact with Cody in the rearview mirror, concern and affection shining in Cody’s eyes. There was the faintest tap in the Force, like a plant brushing against a window. But it was undeniably Cody. Obi-wan allowed his eyes to drift close and feel his family in the Force. He let his regrets and guilt go into the Force. There was nothing he could do about the past. All he could do now was protect and prepare Luke for the future and hoped that Padme, Owen, and Beru would be proud of their son.

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ladysparklefarts · 1 year

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I’ve been working on a fic that I plan to post eventually and to be perfectly honest it’s about the most Mary sue thing I’ve ever written. I have a lot of reasons for writing it, mostly cuz I wanna. But I’ve also been using it as a way to explore certain aspects of myself since it is a self-insert fanfic, in the most literal way possible. It basically explores what I would do if I ended up Isekai’d in Star Wars in the prequels. And yes I do plan on trying to give EVERYONE the happy ending I feel they deserve. I will also be dropping references left and right, introducing au’s that explore reverse circumstances, potential crossovers, and assorted other shenaniganry. I will also put this pre-post warning here. I am also using this to explore and move past certain traumas so please, TAKE CAUTION WHEN READING THIS STORY. I am trying my best to make this a rom-com type series but there will be some very dark moments as I work through my past issues. I have no doubts there will be people unhappy with the story, but I’m sure there will also be people who enjoy it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it thus far. The first however many chapters will be written in a first-person perspective until the main character has conquered her first major hurdle and can see past her own perspective. One of the biggest parts of the story will be the main character’s relationship with Anakin as he represents a lot of the issues I have dealt with, be it how i see myself or how certain toxic relationships have affected me. By giving him a happy ending and developing his character a certain way i hope to be able to work through those issues one situation at a time. So yeah, its gonna be me marysueing it up across the galaxy, fixing my brain, making good people happy, and wrecking the bad ones through hijinks and shenanigans.