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tennessoui · 2 years

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Omg pleasee do “Don’t be fucking rude.” for kuwtsk in honour of the iconic scene from the other keeping up with 🤣🤣🤣 (no one hitting each other with a bag though 😅).

hey hi!! hello!! this IS set in the KUWSK universe (ao3 tag here) in honor of it breaking 800 (!!!!!!!) kudos on ao3 and also yes it's just an iconic line from the Kardashian show lol

so this original draft (no written words just me thinking in my mind and coming up with dialogue and text) had it be a story where one of the twins (10 years old) tells the other twin "don't be fucking rude" and KUWSK obikin freak out and point fingers at each other because well I know for sure I DID NOT teach the child that word so YOU must have taught the child that word!!!

and they go on and on and fight very pettily about who cursed in front of the baby and WHOEVER did it should just ADMIT IT because the more times anakin sleeps on the couch the crankier he gets (obi-wan is allowed the bed because he has a bad back and anakin still loves him even if he taught his kid how to say fuck)

and then it's padmé who said it around them by accident while on a business call.

BUT i JUST wrote a KUWSK fight so even though i love writing them petty and dickish towards each other, this happened instead:

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Obi-Wan is in the kitchen making the twins hot cocoa.

It’s a bit of a complicated process, seeing as how Leia thinks she’s lactose intolerant because her best friend at school is, so now she’ll only drink coconut milk and soy milk. Luke hates coconut milk with a strange sort of passion that only ten year olds who have recently come around to the concept of liking and disliking things can.

Leia is not lactose intolerant, but Anakin figures they should respect her dietary wishes and Obi-Wan agrees.

But they’re out of soy milk. So instead of whisking milk to simmering temperatures in one pot, he’s got one pot on the left eye of the stove and the other on the right eye and two children on both of his legs.

Fuck, the milks look the same.

Which one was the coconut again?

He’d try it himself, but he’s allergic to tree nuts. Surely he put the coconut milk in the pot to his right. Right? That’s the leg that Leia is clinging to, so it makes sense that that would be the decision he made.

Which would mean the left pot would contain the 2% milk that Luke favors.

Right?

Damnit.

With his free hand, he texts Anakin. Anakin love, will you stop at the store and pick up some soy milk?

The response rushes back immediately. My plane literally just landed.

Congratulations! He texts, adding the cocoa powder to both milks before they start to curdle. Now, about that milk…?

Did you even cook dinner? For your starving husband who has toiled away for the last week in order to put bread on the table? Anakin’s fingers must be flying across his keyboard.

I’m sure you did a lot of toiling in the harsh sun and ocean paradise of Scariff.

It was a work trip, Anakin replies. Obi-Wan sniffs. His work trips have never been nicer than a two day stint to Alderaan for a conference, lodgings not included.

Tech companies.

Instead of picking up that thread of bickering, he adds the smallest amount of cinnamon and vanilla. The twins like the Healthy Living brand best, he texts his husband.

Obi-Wan, I’ve been grocery shopping for them for ten years, Anakin texts back. You’ve done it MAYBE ten times.

This is fair criticism. But also, The last time I went you threatened to throw the tomatoes I lovingly chose at my head.

They were bruised! You picked the ones from the bottom of the pile! Why!

This is an age-old argument that Obi-Wan could have in his sleep. I thought the best tomatoes were the ones that weren’t exposed to light!!

THAT’S POTATOES BABY!!!!

“What are you smiling at, Obi?” Leia asks.

“Just your daddy being silly,” he tells her after sending a text that says you forgot the comma, baby.

Anakin sends back a winking emoji and a Sorry,,,,,Professor,,,,,,, and Obi-Wan is in love all over again.

Soy milk, he texts back before pocketing his phone.

Now the most pressing question: would it be better to give the maybe-coconut-milk-maybe-regular to Luke or to Leia? Luke would surely kick up a fuss if he has to taste coconut. Like Leia’s lactose intolerance, a disease that can appaarently be transmitted through close contact, Luke has discovered a new and sudden deadly allergy to tree nuts that matches Obi-Wan’s perfectly.

But Leia will throw up a huge stink as well, if she doesn’t get the coconut milk.

And Anakin is thirty minutes away, probably an hour if he really did just land.

Obi-Wan turns off the flames and strokes his beard thoughtfully. As always when he’s stuck in a situtaion he doesn’t quite know how to solve, he thinks about what the greatest parent he’s ever known would do.

It’s of little help this time. Anakin would probably just point and laugh at him, because his husband’s propensity to be an asshole sometimes outweighs his natural parenting talent.

“Alright, darlings,” he decides. The truth is neither of the children are actually allergic to tree nuts or dairy. If he gets it wrong, he can correct the mistake instantly by just switching the cups. It’ll just be a bit of complaining, but it’s not like anyone’s life is really in danger.

Carefully, he pours both pots into plastic souvenir mugs (the kids are too old to not find sippy cups offensive, but that doesn’t mean Obi-Wan trusts them to not accidentally shatter glass and then cut themselves to death on it by accident). “Who wants whipped cream?”

Leia apparently tolerates the lactose in the whipped cream. “My body is very smart,” she had said primly, when Anakin had pointed out the dairy content of a can of whipped cream to her a few weeks ago.

Obi-Wan thinks it’s because it looks very fun and Luke always requests extra. Luke will request sprinkles if he thinks he’s been good enough to deserve them.

He hasn’t yet figured out that Obi-Wan always gives him sprinkles if he asks. This is probably for the better.

He sets the hopefully coconut milk hot chocolate in front of Leia, whose eyes light up at the bright red mug. Luke is similarly excited for his shockingly pink one, piled high with whipped cream and made with (hopefully) 2% milk.

—---

Obi-Wan is wrong.

An hour and thirteen minutes later, he’s still hearing about it. Not directed at him, of course. The twins know better than to be so openly rude to their Obi, who they know will probably cry about it or stop giving them treats when Anakin is looking away. But that doesn’t mean they haven’t shut up about the pros and cons of coconut milk and cow milk since.

Obi-Wan had even offered to run to the store himself and get soy milk, seeing as how Anakin is taking his sweet time coming home himself. Obi-Wan’s last hope in the entire universe is that their daddy’s arrival home will snap them out of the petty bickering, because Obi-Wan is going to pull out his hair.

He’s moved rooms three times now. They just keep following him.

“Coconut head!” Luke tells Leia. It’s admittedly very rude, but Leia has taken to mooing at him every time he says anything at all, so Obi-Wan doesn’t know who really has the high ground of maturity here.

“Children, please,” Obi-Wan rubs at his forehead. This is all very frustrating, especially because it’s his mistake and he knows Anakin would never have made such a mistake, but Obi-Wan has not been sleeping well. For the first time in years, his bed is too big.

He’s lonely. Anakin has been gone for too long and now he’s going to come back to his old husband near tears as one child probably swears off animal products for good while the other decides to become a carnivore, and—

“Husband! Children! I am home!” Anakin calls from the entryway, and Obi-Wan is not ashamed at all for how fast he rushes to throw his arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Fuck Scariff,” he murmurs fervently into his husband’s neck, pushing him up against the wall by the mirror. “Never do that again.”

Anakin laughs, sounding slightly breathless and smelling of travel, and bends his head down to kiss the only part of Obi-Wan he can reach: his ear. “Need I remind you that you’re the one who led that month-long study abroad?”

“I understand now,” Obi-Wan promises, nuzzling further, closer. “That was stupid of me. The twins are trying to kill me. Will you love me when my hair isn’t red anymore? I’ll be gray-headed by the time they’re sixteen.”

“You’re in luck,” Anakin tells him, pushing him away enough so that he can tuck a loose bit of hair behind his ears worshipfully. “I think the idea of you as a silver fox is really sexy.”

Obi-Wan kisses him. It’s a miracle the twins haven’t interrupted them yet, so while they’re busy, he takes his hello kiss with both hands gripped firmly in Anakin’s traveling coat and his mouth open wide.

“Baby,” Anakin pants when they separate. “Baby, I have to tell you something.”

“What?” Obi-Wan breathes back. Anakin makes him feel so many things. So many twisted, beautiful, wonderful things, that sometimes it’s hard to think straight.

“Baby,” his husband tells him solemnly, pushing him back with one hand so he can bring whatever he’s holding in his right hand up to eye level. “You’re my soy-lmate.”

Obi-Wan blinks at the carton of soy milk in his husband’s hand and then back at Anakin. “Are you late getting home because you stopped and googled soy puns in the parking lot of the grocery store?”

“It was our driveway, but yes. Ab-soy-lutely.”

“I’m never sleeping with you again,” Obi-Wan marvels, taking a step away. “This is the death of all things holy and divine.”

“That’s so sweet, baby, you see heaven when I touch you? And never soy never, I think I’m quite convincing.”

Obi-Wan wants to throttle his husband. “I can’t believe I had good news I wanted to tell you. Too bad we have to get a divorce now.”

Anakin pouts. Obi-Wan wants to kiss it off him because the man is ridiculous but he’s his and he’s going to be his forever. Death do them part, etcetera etcetera etcetera.

“Don’t be fucking rude,” Anakin says, roping him back into his arms and leaning back against the doorway. “I got you the soy milk. Give me a proper hello.” “In the hallway?” Obi-Wan replies in a murmur. The kids are yelling in the background, and there are noises that should be concerning, the banging of things and loud crashes. But Anakin is here, in his arms. “I expected soy much better from you.”

He can feel Anakin’s grin against the side of his neck when the man buries his face there, arms tightening.

“What’s the good news?” He asks, pressing a single, delicate kiss on his neck. “You’re killing me here, Kenobi.”

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Obi-Wan corrects absently, running his fingers through the blond curls he loves so dearly, it might just kill him one day. He thinks about the children he loves beyond all words in the other room. He thinks about the papers on the table, the ones sent from the agency, the ones telling them that they’ve been approved for adoption. He thinks about the man in his arms, so trusting and beautiful and perfect. He thinks dying from love isn’t the worst way to go.

“Kenobi-Skywalker,” Anakin repeats worshipfully, like he agrees even though he doesn’t know anything at all about the papers just yet. “Wait—” he tenses and then pulls back, frown marring his face. “Why is our daughter mooing?”

Obi-Wan sighs, reality rushing back into their bubble. He separates them completely and grabs the soy milk from Anakin’s lax hands. “Anakin love, when she’s mooing, she’s your daughter."

#asks #KUWSK #obikin #prompt fill #they're gonna adopt baby rey btw #obi-wan telling anakin was also supposed to be in this + anakin's reaction #but that felt like it would make the ficlet much too long to actually do that justice #obi-wan is going to really struggle when the kids are 13 and rey is in her terrible twos phase #he's going to careen towards that breakdown #but anakin will be there to help him and that's love <3 #also i told myself when i finished this i would go to the store and buy myself bagels so brb #:D

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mrv3000 · 2 years

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Do you think Leia (assuming she had the ability to talk to ghosts) would ever reach a point where she’d be willing to speak to Anakin’s ghost?

I think this might have been in some novels? Or comics? I haven't read them, but it seems like there was some sort of communication - or at least he tried to talk with her. I think the result was she never did forgive him while she was alive and so they probably didn't ever talk much.

Canon being said, when it comes to fic and fanon I'd love to see them butt heads and Leia sort of grudgingly accepting that he's there. (She's always wondering if it's possible to kick a force ghost in the nuts.) Of course Anakin lurks around, because no matter what she's his kid. And then there are times where they unintentionally agree with each other or act the same (probably when Luke is being ridiculous), and Leia's a second away from high-fiving Anakin after an exceptionally good put-down before she remembers and then she just wants to hit something. But Anakin is thrilled because she accidentally smiled at him, Obi-Wan did you see??? (Obi-Wan did see and awkwardly thinks things would be better if he was able to buy Leia little gifts.)

And then we know that Leia eventually becomes a force ghost herself. I like to think that Luke was the one who guided her into becoming a ghost, because of course she's never going to say no to Luke. So she gets to Jedi Afterlife and sees people and she's all "Luke! Obi-Wan! ... Asshole." Shenanigans ensue.

#leia 'i get it from all my parents' organa #force ghosts are always hilarious

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offscreendeath · 2 years

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obi wan

they really struggled giving leia something to do bless her heart...i thought she was gonna do some cool 10 year old prodigy hacking force power shit at least...they had this cutie basically unplug a microwave by herself with no adult supervision and we're supposed to be like. haha yes girlboss! ok sweetie great job we love a young princess doing basic tasks with little to no complex steps...

i know one thing they better not make luke any more capable than she is like ok he's still a dumbass inexperienced farm boy and leia is at least really clever and socially savvy even for a princess...maybe they can start to build up to luke bein more tech savvy and scrappy...like his favva

speaking of....

anakin the original edgelord school shooter neonazi fr

i know obi wan hurt i mean imagine your young nigga traded for the ops and got up on you hella times and has experience murkin niggas on both sides so he hella experienced and got every nigga shook

but anakin a weak nigga fr tho

like obi wan kept humbling him and it drove homie nuts because he kept failing and that nigga hate failing obviously but obi wan the only nigga that kept his ego in check and literally took bro to school

its wack tho bc vader knows how to push his buttons too tho and he keeps getting hit with the mean ass juke moves at the last moment and get stuck looking foolish

now his ass lookin dumb. again. and he's supposed to be a literal nightmare murder machine...lmao embarassing

he hurt!

so naturally he just goes even more berserk because he gotta let that shit out and we know he aint fuckin on nobody no mo

(even though yikes what are the implications here bc disabled people can definitely still fuck and stuff like even villains like this is the future babe why vader can't get a new set of junk or some hoes? c'mon)

anyway all that do is make obi-wan even more disappointed in him LMAOOOO like ah yeah i see you're still doing fucked up shit and imma still have to whoop up on that ass like i did last time bc you literally don't learn...

if i was obi wan and was stuck basically raising kid i'd be like yep fuck my life this nigga is way too ignorant...you just inheriting the big homie responsibilities and you was just a lil homie yourself

gahdam!! and now he got ptsd from soldiering (duh) and shit probably wondering if all that jedi prophecy shit he was indoctrinated with was cap the whole time. know i would be

and of course tala ass had to die i knew that as soon as i heard about them war crimes...sad moment with disposable literally mute giant robot...they even shot her womb out just to drive home that obi wan is celibate and aint fuckin on nobody...nope no romantic subplot here...

even blew up sis for good measure lmaoooo

how did she not know that the empire was problematic bitch they're an EMPIRE what u thought! the goons are literally called stormtroopers bro and everybody dress in s&m gear whats not clickingggg

and from there we got...

3rd sistagirl!!! she had to take that L of course she's not fading the big blood... but she held her own against lord drill-a-lot vader longer than most niggas do tbh like she should be proud of herself for lasting that long but ugh

whats a sith-sith relationship without some betrayal like that's the problem with hanging with niggas who treat life as disposable..u next mf lol you can lose yo special privileges anytime boss

shit grimy!

that nigga vader INVENTED the "it be ya own niggas" traitor arc tho so like of course he saw it coming lol just because he's a bitchass don't mean he actually stupid he just as predictable as he said obi-wan is

but honestly fuck it can't blame a bitch for trying i mean why not get him while he's literally marinating in his little gamerfuel tank while he aint even got no arms and cant breathe presumably without his snorkel?

hit him then, tf?

yeah ur right its probably heavily guarded but pop a grenade innat bitch one good time and issa wrap! idk this is why im not actually an assassin i guess

i hope they give her a new cut...a new color...whats her night routine like i gotta know....whats the bonnet in the off-hours how do the sith self-care?

#obi wan series #banter #bout to watch ep vi

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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If Leia shows up during Geonosis, I just... I can't help but hope for one of my favorite tropes, namely "Why are y--WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WAR" because Leia's been running a rebellion for several years and knows tactics better than the various Jedi Generals who, by and large, do not have any experiences with anything larger than a planetside skirmish in a civil war that they were requested to help mediate.

i can’t remember specifically what au this ask was sent for but in general yes that is also a fav time travel trope of mine that crops up easily in clone wars because like you said they went from war involving 1~ star system at a time to EVERY. SINGLE. PLANET.

Obi-Wan, Rex, Cody, Ahsoka, Anakin—All the frontline leaders got so much experience so fast. Their ridiculous amount of wartime authority, power, and competence by ROTS kind-of makes sense when you compare it to real life meteoric promotions of guys like Ney, Eisenhower, Yeager, or Grant. It’s a combination of these-were-the-vaguely-competent-ones-who-were-lucky-enough-to-survive and badassery-when-the-shit-hits-the-fan.

All those clone wars favs remarkably fit both the over-promoted General archetypes of ‘too young for this’ and also ‘personal disaster when not actively waging war.’

Anyway time-travel drop-kick any one of them from the end of the clone wars to the start and you’re going to get a ripple effect akin to the sudden introduction of an anvil into a koi pond.

ANH Leia (who was the subject of one of @willowcrowned’s clone wars time travel aus that I think was being tossed about at the time this ask was sent) I can’t see being particularly over-competent because she’s functioned almost exclusively as a senator/spy. Cool and a real kick-in-the-nuts for Palpatine but not top-down-war-altering. ROTJ or later Leia? Who’s been promoted to General of a galaxy-spanning-rebellion? A rebellion that would have been structured and shaped by people who already were veterans of galactic war (never underestimate the value of being trained within a competently designed infrastructure)? A rebellion that was, for all its size, consistently and almost hilariously outgunned by it’s adversary?

DAMN.

Just DAMN.

Historically people who can competently wage war while insanely under-resourced, who are then given actual money and weapons—well. They wanted to make George Washington King, but he managed to talk them down to President. Caesar and Khan weren’t nearly so humble.

General Leia Organa (distant cousin of the Alderannian Queen) showing up out of nowhere on Geonosis and bullying her way into the military hierarchy would be terrifying. The PR experience would have been even scarier.

Leia was first trained in political diplomacy, a rather excellent background to have in any high level organizational position, but considering the overlap between government and military bureaucracy...anyway. She would have ALSO been forced by nature of her position as ‘Last Ruler of Alderaan’ into a crash course on wartime PR. That training would be even more of a terrifyingly extreme contrast between her and the clone wars Jedi, who from what I understand, largely eschewed even the basic amount of press necessary to humanize them to their own side.

My point is this would almost certainly end with Supreme Chancellor Leia.

#Worst case scenario temporary Empress Leia depending on how competent we headcanon Palpatine was at setting up his glorious rule #phoenixyfriend #time travel #star wars #leia organa #ask #nevertheless meta

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icannotweave · 2 years

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star wars for blorbo game! (just the whole dang extended universe go nuts lol)

lmfao thx so much friend 😂😂😂

cracks knuckles let's fuckin' goooo....

my blorbo: I mean, obi-wan kenobi was one of my first crushes and he's a sad, gay little man trying so hard to be normal, he's so repressed, he's so tired, his ideology is incompatible with his conscience, he's a longsuffering monk who's also a teen dad who's also a child prodigy who's also emotionally stunted he's also an asshole he's also overly polite, please send help. I'm obsessed with him and his unique brand of Repressed Martyrdom and I don't wanna fix him it's much more fun to study him and coo over his suffering

my scrunkly: finn, my beloved, the light of my life, he's been through so much and he's Kind! he's Brave! he's awkward and earnest and sweet and he deserves nothing but joy for the rest of his life and frankly, it wouldn't be enough. I see him and I go all warm and happy. he's so fucking precious and I would kill for him. he's shaped like a hero. he's shaped like a FRIEND. he was robbed and I would kill for his honor. his archetype is SO MY TYPE and I am filled with impotent rage whenever I recall how butchered his arc was but he's still my love and the best.

(luke and rey are both very close but finn is just So Shaped to me.)

my scrimblo bimblo: you know what?? padme motherfucking amidala doesn't get anywhere near enough analysis or appreciation!! I'll say it!!! her whole concept went off, her aesthetics went off, her being - to quote @dykerory - bug-fuck crazy in A Tame Way is fascinating. she's got such delusions of grandeur, she's got a good heart and objectively decent set of ethics but ya girl's worldview is so flawed in such a juicy way?!? she's such a fucking neolib and her husband is a bit of a totalitarian and you know what! that tracks! she's just so unique in this universe as a politician and Lucas does nothing with her glorious potential. sexism sucks. anyway, @amidalis converted me to be a padmeapologist and I've never known peace since.

glup shitto: ironically, for all that this franchise spawned the glup shitto type, I don't think one exists for me as strongly as for some. I will say that baze & chirrut don't get nearly enough attention and love, they're such an iconic pair of husbands, soulmates, tropes subverted and delightfully lived into at the same time. them as a couple should be all anyone's talking about, frankly, and it wouldn't be enough love. gosh, they're so good.

I must say though, whenever I get even a hint of ahsoka 'the goat' tano in any star wars media that isn't tcw, I start crying and shaking, my BELOVED. she's not really underrated though from my perspective so maybe it doesn't count but wow, I Stan her so hard. the growth!!! the arc!! an icon!!

poor little meow meow: real talk, could this be anyone BUT anakin motherfucking skywalker??? (tbf he is kinda everyone's meow meow, I'm not original, but choosing anyone else would be a filthy lie) my man has objectively been complicit in multiple atrocities and he has a pretty face. I wanna send him to therapy. I wanna punch him in the dick. I wanna study him under a microscope. he's the worst. he's my baby. he did nothing wrong. he's objectively a war criminal. he's a frankenstein monster-victim and I would give him a cup of coco and, again, so much fucking therapy holy shit

horse plinko: as a professional whump writer, I would hurt any character for any reason, so this isn't super fair but my most Hurtable character? poe dameron, quite honestly!! I just wanna make him suffer emotionally and physically. pile on more angst, the man can take it!! he's so snarky and brave and noble and Pretty and also fucking exhausted, those are the most fun to break hehehehehe. I adore him so much and he was VERY much my blorbo when 'the force awakens' hit theaters. also, bohdi rook looks so tired, he's trying his best, let him sleep I wanna see him cry

eeby deeby: once again, could this be anyone but kylo ren?? he's literally so boring. he's! so! dull! it's so fucking funny he's a shitty fanboy of Vader lmfao cause he could never. he's the dudebro who idolizes vader and doesn't know he's interesting cause of anakin. he's not even charismatic like tarkin or a garbage fire like krennic or hilariously pathetic like hux. he's just this unbearably dull little spoiled egoist whose most interesting trait is that he's a shockingly apt meta-analysis of toxic fanboy culture and unwitting commentary on the resurgence of young white male fascists. but he? himself? YAWN. I wouldn't even hate him so much less - cause, again, (scott pilgrim voice) boring - except that his existence stealing space from finn boils my fucking blood.

@yakuzadog I beg you to send me more fandoms cause this was incredible 😍😂😍😂😍

questions from this ask game

#this was SO FUN thank you!!! <333 #ask game #asks #yakuzadog #star wars #raye answers #raye posts

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obwjam · 3 years

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Do you have any headcanons of Anakin finding a tiny?

oh anon i have lots :)

recently i have been fond of the idea of anakin discovering a tiny in captivity/slavery, like on zygerria, and him just deciding he needs to save them because he cannot stand by and let someone be treated like he was as a child

he would be INSANELY soft when he rescues them. they would be cowering in a cage and anakin would be SO angry at whoever did this to them but would have to convince the tiny that he’s friendly

it’s less “i won’t hurt you” from him, more “i have to get you out of here” and “i can save you from this place”

obvs anakin is super imposing, with the unruly hair and the scar across his eye and the all-black and ohmygoshhe’ssoTALL, but of course he’s a jedi so he’s trustworthy because of that

he would kind of just slip the tiny into a pocket and he would absolutely go nuts trying to find out who did this to them. when he found them he would be SO angry and so violent and the tiny would be like 😳😳😳😳😳😳 shaking in the pocket

the tiny is absolutely confounded by anakin. he is helping them but also he’s fucking feral and they’re terrified of him

anakin keeps them hidden and takes them back to the ship. he doesnt wanna tell obi-wan until they hit hyperspace so he would be able to basically keep them and help them

he tries asking them a ton of questions but they’re like shaking so badly because of what anakin did before, and anakin realizes this and has to calm them down and get them to not be so afraid

he tells them he knows what it’s like to be sold into slavery, he obviously does not tell this to them lightly bc ahsoka didnt even know for a long time, and the tiny kind of gives him this look of “okay, i’ll give you a chance”

he promises to keep them safe and help get them back on their feet and protect them. this is when he starts to say “i promise i won’t let anybody hurt you ever again”

anakin makes it his personal mission to befriend this tiny and get them back to a semi-normal life and they end up having a lot in common and they become very good friends. the tiny trusts anakin with their life and loves to be around him because they feel so safe with him

they become the cute little companion of the 501st and everyone just adores them. ahsoka is like a cool sister and the clones are like goofy older brothers and the tiny is just forever thankful for anakin and all he did for them

#au where order 66 never happens #anakin never turns #and they’re just bffs for life :-)#asks

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threadsketchier · 4 years

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So I saw the prequels prior to the Originals and it always bothered me how Luke got dumped on a death planet of Tatooine considering the state of that environment and shot that when down in the previous films while Leia got a life of privilege. I was hoping Bail would argue against splitting the twins. I obviously knew why it had to go that route because it had to align and follow up with the Originals. I guess it came off that Luke wasn’t really wanted...?

I already wrote a ficlet somewhat addressing this misconception.

Also, frankly, I’m getting kind of tired of rehashing the same issue - why do people keep assuming that the Larses don’t matter and don’t have a right to be in Luke’s life just because they live on Space Australia? Why do their feelings not count just because they’re low-to-middle-class moisture farmers who don’t live in a palace on Space Switzerland-Utopia? Why the fuck do people assume that Luke wasn’t wanted just because the Organas have a personal preference that was obviously previously established before shit hit the fans and they wanted a daughter and Bail, as a senator and Viceroy - essentially co-leader of his planet - is a fucking rational guy who understands the necessity of making hard decisions dictated by logic over emotions?

The twins weren’t just “split up because that’s how the movies have to go,” it does make internal sense within the narrative that it was safer to hide them in vastly separate locations to prevent both of them from being discovered at the same time and thus lost together, or for their latent Force bond to make them a psychic target if they grew up together and established it, acting like a beacon for Vader and Palpatine and any minions of theirs. It sucks, it’s painful, it has awkward consequences for them later on when Leia’s a bit too loose with her lips, but that’s why these movies have a tragic backstory. It has to suck real hard before it gets better.

Does it seem crazy that Leia wound up raised in such a screamingly obvious position as daughter of a then-Imperial Senator and princess of a highly prominent Core world being trained to follow in her biological mother’s footsteps and become a senator herself, thus occupying a very exposed role in the Empire, right under the Emperor’s and Vader’s noses? Yeah. But also remember that the Superman/Clark Kent illusion can actually work in real life. Assumption is a powerful thing. Your average Joe Citizen would assume that someone as otherworldly as Superman, an alien with the ability to fly, strength to bench-press skyscrapers and jumbo jets, heat vision, and other amazing things, would never stoop to living as a normal, humble, inconvenienced human being. It’s not merely the hiding behind a pair of glasses and hunching over a little with a nerdy tone and habits - it’s the entire idea that a Clark Kent could even exist in the same person of Superman. They don’t understand that he was raised as a human and actually desires this life, and doesn’t feel the need to lock himself away permanently in his dope Fortress of Solitude and never interact with the very people he wants to save and protect.

Vader was lied to by Palpatine about the nature of Padmé’s death, but there was no disputing that she actually died. In his crushing despair, Vader accepted with heaps of self-flagellation that his child was dead. He didn’t even know he had two children. In his mind, whenever he saw Leia - surely they were in each other’s circles at least at a distance before Rogue One and ANH - even if she reminded him of Padmé six ways from Sunday, he would not assume she was his daughter, because as far as he was concerned his child was dead. The OT establishes that latent Force-sensitivity also does not automatically make two related Force-sensitives consciously aware of each other until they mutually know one another as being related and Force-sensitive, so not even torturing Leia revealed this to him.

But I’m going off on a tangent. Let’s break this down:

Tatooine is nothing but a source of anguish for Anakin and his personal loathing for the place made it ideal as a hiding place. And no, I’m not just haha joking about sand. He was a slave there and buried his mother there after slaughtering an entire village of natives he knew in his heart that he shouldn’t have. It holds nothing but misery and failure for him.

Yes, Tatooine is abso-fucking-lutely a galactic cesspit. It’s ruled by the most vile mob boss in the galaxy, is rife with nasty wildlife that’s out to kill you, and is haunted by the troubles brought about by strife between colonizers and the native population. It is indisputably a dangerous place. But it wasn’t Tatooine that killed the Larses. It was the Empire. Just because they look like Soft Folks™ doesn’t mean they were - Owen and Beru knew how to take care of themselves, and they certainly knew how to take care of a child in this environment. They survived to middle age just fine, and would’ve kept going if it wasn’t for those fucking stormtroopers. Just because they didn’t live a life of luxury also doesn’t mean they were dirt poor either. When we meet Luke in ANH, he’s a healthy young lad who still has the privilege to fuck off with his buddies around his farm duties. Life may be tough but it’s not squalor and deprivation for him.

But honestly, even if they WERE dirt poor, they’re still Luke’s family, and they very obviously loved him. I almost feel like I shouldn’t have to restate it, but I will: Owen and Beru loved Shmi, and upon hearing that Anakin died and left behind a baby son, why wouldn’t they be moved and compelled to take Luke in, and why wouldn’t they deserve to have the chance to raise him in their memory? Even though they’d be sad that Luke was orphaned, they might even see this as a blessing to be able to raise Shmi’s grandson and Anakin’s son.

As much as he bitched about chores as a teenager, Luke learned damn valuable skills growing up on a Tatooine moisture farm that, coupled with the Force, saved everybody’s asses at the Battle of Yavin, and went on to make him an ideal squadron leader. Wealth and privilege are not always the best foundation, or at least certainly not the automatic one, for a person to learn good character either.

The Organas are human too. Faced with a difficult choice, they decided to take this poignant opportunity to fulfill a dream they’d been deferring for some time. Sometimes parents wish for a specific child, and that’s their prerogative (except IRL they don’t actually get to pick, they get whatever kid they gestate). If they’d taken Luke and let Obi-Wan take Leia, we’d be having the same argument about Leia growing up on Tatooine. There was no inequality in this decision. Bail and Breha wanted a daughter, there was a daughter present among the twins, so they chose her. This does not mean they valued Luke any less. Since the twins couldn’t be raised together for their own safety, it might as well have come down to a coin toss. Bail isn’t evil for exercising a shred of his personal emotions and desires in a situation where he otherwise knew he’d have to restrain himself. Also, he’d be smart enough to respect the fact that both children had actual family elsewhere in the galaxy and wouldn’t think any less of the Larses just because they live on Tatooine. The only way his decision would be careless or heinous was if he knew Luke was being taken to people who were abusive or so destitute they couldn’t even care for themselves, much less a third person, and he did nothing about it - but we know this is not that situation.

How do you feel about non-wealthy people living in harsh places here on Earth raising their children? Would you expect all the rich people in the world to go take those children away from them and adopt them just so they could grow up “privileged” instead? Think about how that sounds for a moment or two.

Honestly, if Bail had tried to argue about taking both twins because he felt taking Luke to his legal family on Tatooine was “cruel” or “neglectful” because of the planet’s “risky environment and poverty,” I’d hope either Obi-Wan or Yoda would have enough sense to smack him upside the head for being so thoughtless as to insult these people for being seemingly beneath him.

There is more to life than money and power/prestige, and Leia’s upbringing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She was no pampered, air-headed royal spending her days sitting idle being hand-fed space grapes while her “poor” brother ate sand cookies. She had to undergo intensive academic, political, and physical training from young childhood in order to prepare her to become a covert Rebel agent while she was still a teenager, as if being a child senator wasn’t already stressful and demanding enough. Sure, she never lacked for anything, but that is an incredible amount of responsibility to saddle on someone who wasn’t even an adult yet (like her bio mother). Luke was blessed with far more freedom and peace in his childhood than his sister. And him living on Tatooine with his father’s surname wasn’t nearly as dangerous as Leia existing within the heart of the Empire while actively engaging in Rebel activities that could have cost her her life, even without getting into the whole “daughter of Anakin Skywalker” business.

Also, just because we joke about Tatooine being Space Australia doesn’t mean every single day of Luke’s childhood was THAT eventful. It was more likely 80% dull farm life and 20% mayhem, and that 20% would be mostly Luke’s fault for being a crazy nut like his parents and getting himself into trouble he could have avoided in most cases. In other words, growing up there might not have been nearly as “deadly” as we make it out to be.

#i am in a Mood™ about this tonight & i don't care #high-sodium post ahoy #i know i have the tag #aunt beru is metal af #but honestly i need a tag for #the larses are metal af #my meta #star wars #luke skywalker #grew up in space australia & it shows #leia organa #owen lars #beru whitesun lars #bail organa #breha organa #classism

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anakin-danvers · 4 years

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think of you

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!reader

Part two of night visit.

reader is fem!

Description: Back in the Jedi temple, you have another late night visit from Obi-Wan, a visit where he confides in you how he keeps his mind at ease.

Word count: ~3.4k

Warnings: none really; jealous Obi-Wan makes a tiiiiiny appearance again plus some more pining which results in a ton of fluff

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‘Emotions are what shape us. Without them, we might as well be plants.’

You huff, the words hitting a little too close to home for your liking.

Try telling that to the Jedi council, you think.

You place your makeshift bookmark on the page you‘re on, closing the deep blue book that has been your focus for the past few days. The piece of dark cloth is a sad excuse of a bookmark, but it’s worked for the time being.

Standing from your bed, you can feel the rush of emotions threatening to fill your mind. Before they do, you decide you should make yourself some tea. If you’re going to have a sleepless night due to your thoughts, might as well have a nice cup of tea beforehand.

As your tea steeps, the scents of apple and nuts filling your nose, you look over to your bed. The blue of the book pops out among the otherwise neutral toned room. Most of your quarters, like those of your fellow Jedi, were simple, only holding the necessities. Some color is present, like a mug given to you by one of the younglings you’d helped train and the small art piece gifted to you by General Syndulla on your last visit to Ryloth, but nothing quite popped like the blue of the book. It was almost mocking you, the way it demanded your eyes’ attention, the way it reminded you so much of him.

It‘s been little over a week since your trip to Ryloth. As soon as Aayla, Obi-Wan, and you had landed, Obi-Wan was needed to assist Anakin and Ahsoka in Florrum. He dispatched immediately, leaving you feeling as if everything around you had a little less color to it. It was like this when you weren’t with him. You could be deep in the jungle of Felucia, surrounded by the most vibrant colors of orange, green, and blue, yet they’d be muted, missing something. They’d be missing him.

And missing him you are.

You turn to sweeten your steeped tea. Taking a small sip to taste, you decide it’s good, and you take the mug to make your way back to your bed. You sit on the edge, grabbing the book before sitting back.

The book Obi-Wan gave you is about emotions, of all things. The author, a native of Ryloth, reflects on how important it is to embrace one’s emotions, understand them. Many times while reading, you wondered if Obi-Wan knew what exactly the book was about.

You continue to read, drinking from your tea as you do. When you get back up to put your mug away, you look around the room.

A new scene would be nice, you think.

So you stand up, putting on your slippers and robe, tucking the book under your arm. You leave your quarters, hoping to find a comfortable space within the Temple to continue your reading.

After a few minutes, you settle on sitting on a bench in the main hallway leading to the rest of the Jedi quarters. It’s open and near to a balcony, giving you access to fresher air.

Satisfied with your new reading spot, you get in a comfortable position to read. Opening the book where you left off, you begin to read.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been reading until you feel the compelling pull of a certain Force signature. Then you see it. Blue.

The Force signature is calm, at ease after a rather stressful period. You know it’s Obi-Wan, and at the sound of his velvet voice, your suspicions are confirmed.

Brown robes and two Force signatures enter the hallway you’re in. Obi-Wan is walking with Anakin, their conversation light and teasing. You consider letting them pass you without interrupting, as you suspect they’ve just landed from Florrum. However, any possibility of having them pass by without noticing you is scrapped when you feel Obi-Wan’s Force signature recognize your own.

Almost instantly, his eyes look over to find yours, and just like that, the color starts to pour back into your surroundings.

“Y/N!” It’s Anakin who calls your name, his gaze having followed that of his former Master until he saw you.

You stand, shutting your book and taking it with you as you approach the two Jedi. Anakin wastes no time to greet you with a hug. It’s been many rotations since you’ve seen him, and you’ve missed him very much.

You pull away from the hug and go to greet Obi-Wan with a hug of his own, your skin once again feeling ablaze where his touch is. When you pull away, you see the tiredness in their eyes.

“How are you two? Did you just land?”

“Yes, not too long ago. We walked Ahsoka over to her quarters and were on our way to ours as well,” Anakin explains, a large smile on his face. “How have you been, Y/N? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

“I’ve been good, Anakin. I’ve mostly been here in Coruscant since getting back from Ryloth,” you say.

“She missed you while in Ryloth,” Obi-Wan says.

You hear it again. That ring of something. Jealousy perhaps?

You stop yourself from thinking such absurd thoughts. You’d been over this. He’s not jealous, can’t be.

You take a quick glance at Obi-Wan, hoping his expression might give you some insight as to what he’s thinking, but you don’t find him looking at you. You find him looking at what’s in your hand. At the book.

Whether Anakin doesn’t pick up whatever that was in Obi-Wan’s voice or he chooses to ignore it, you don’t know, but at his words he smiles more, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N. I wish I could’ve assisted in Ryloth, though according to Obi-Wan, it seemed you had everything under control. He said he was very glad you’d gone to assist.”

You smile at him, working to control the heat that you feel starting to make its way onto your face.

“Aayla and I were happy to help,” you say.

“Well, I’m sure you two have some catching up to do, so I’ll leave you to it,” Anakin says, and you swear you see him wink at you. Your heartbeat quickens at the anticipation to be alone with Obi-Wan.

Anakin says his goodnights, hugging you again to emphasize how much he’s missed you. And just like that, you’re alone with Obi-Wan.

“How was Florrum?” you ask, looking at him with a small smile.

“It was...eventful,” he answers. “Anakin and Ahsoka were there to stop a suspected smuggling deal between pirates and Separatists, only the Separatists were expecting them.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “I hope there weren’t too many casualties?”

A small sigh escapes Obi-Wan’s lips. “Sometimes I feel it’s futile to hope for that in times of war.”

Your heart clenches at his words. The things he’s seen, you can’t imagine. Though you are involved in battles, you aren’t thrown into it quite as much as Obi-Wan or Anakin. You’ve seen your fair share of death, but not to the scale you’re sure Obi-Wan has.

You place a hand lightly on his arm. “You’re doing the best you can, Obi-Wan. I’m sure you try to save as many people as possible.”

His hand covers your own, and he gives you a smile as a thank you. He’s tired, and though you can tell he’s trying to hide it, he can’t fool you.

“You need to rest, Obi-Wan,” you say, your eyebrows knitting together and voice filled with concern.

He shakes his head, the hand on yours squeezing you lightly. “I’m fine, Y/N. I want to be with you a while longer.”

Your heart flutters, and your attempts at keeping the heat from your face at bay come crashing down. You want to spend more time with him as well, all the time in the world and even then it wouldn’t be enough. But he’s tired, and you’re not going to be the one stopping him from getting his rest.

“A negotiation then,” you say, and Obi-Wan is already smiling at your choice of words. “I’ll walk you to your quarters so that we can continue talking, but once we arrive you have to rest.”

He shakes his head again. “No, not to my quarters. Let me walk you to yours.”

You frown lightly. Your respective quarters are not close to each other. If he walked you to yours, he’d still have to walk a few hallways over to his own.

“Obi, the point is for you to rest, you don’t have to—“

“Y/N, it’s a negotiation remember? Those are my terms.”

Maker, if he wasn’t looking at you with the smile that weakens you at the knees, you would’ve pushed back.

“Fine,” you say. “But you have to promise me to get some rest tonight.”

“I promise, my dear,” he says. He turns towards the direction of your quarters, sticking his arm out for you to hook with your own. Once you do, the two of you begin your walk. But neither of you talk. You just walk together.

It isn’t until you see the door of your quarters that you speak.

“I’ve been reading the book you gave me,” you say, lifting it up to show him.

“I see that. How are you liking it? I’m hoping it was a good choice.”

“It’s great, very unique compared to others I’ve read. Do you...” you hesitate, “do you know what it’s about?”

By now you’ve reached your door, and you both stop in front of it. You face each other, meaning you’re no longer holding onto his arm, much to your dismay.

“Yes, I do,” he answers. “I asked General Syndulla if he knew of any books Ryloth might have. He showed me a few, but I thought you would appreciate this one.”

You do appreciate it. Very much so. He knows it, and you know that he knows it.

Training as a Jedi, it has always been difficult for you to find a balance in your relationship with your emotions. At times, you block them out, trying to act the way a Jedi is supposed to act. Other times, you let them completely engulf the decisions you make, something that frightens you with just how wrong and right it feels.

Obi-Wan has seen these struggles, felt them within your signature. Instead of lecturing you about how paying too much attention to your emotions was not the Jedi way, he lets you talk to him. He’s listened when so many others haven’t. He still does. And because of this, being around Obi-Wan always makes you feel at peace, giving you the tranquility that a thousand hours of meditation will never be able to.

Needing to say no words to convey your appreciation to him, you smile at him, and, to your surprise, reach out to move a stray lock of auburn hair from his eyes. Once you realize what you’ve done, you quickly pull back your hand, eyes dropping to the floor.

“Would you like to see the rest of my books?” you blurt out without thinking.

“I would love to.”

At his answer, you realize this is the exact opposite of what should be happening right now. He should be resting, and honestly you should be away from him before you make a fool out of yourself. But as the thought of retracting your statement passes your mind, Obi-Wan seems to sense your thoughts.

“And please,” he says, raising his hand slightly, “don’t say I need to rest. I will, afterwards.”

Your shoulders slump slightly in defeat. For how much you manage to get your way through negotiations, you also know when to stop trying; right now, Obi-Wan has his mind made up, and no amount of pressuring from your end will change that.

As the two of you walk into your quarters, a knot forms in your stomach. It’s not the first time Obi-Wan has seen your quarters, far from it. But every time he’s in it, something about the intimacy of him being in your most personal place makes your stomach knot every time.

Obi-Wan stands by the entrance as you walk over to your bed. It takes you prompting him to join you that he moves from there.

Polite, as always, you think.

You crouch to reach under your bed, bringing out a medium sized wooden crate from under. It’s filled with your collection you’d acquired over the years, different sized and colored books filling it to the rim. Pulling it up onto your bed, you see Obi-Wan’s eyes slightly widen at the sight.

“I’ll be needing a bigger crate soon, but this is it.”

This time, Obi-Wan doesn’t need any prompting. He instantly makes his way next to you, his fingers lightly touching the spines of the books stacked on the top. He’s so engrossed on your collection that you’re sure he doesn’t notice how close he’s standing next to you. He might not, but you definitely do.

Warmth radiates off of him the way it does from a fireplace on a cold day, comforting and inviting but still dangerous if too close. But with that danger present in your mind, you still can’t help but want to reach out to him, to touch him. Not the friendly way you usually do, no. You want more, borderline need it.

The moment you feel Obi-Wan’s familiar blue signature brush up against yours, you put up your walls. It’s quick and rough, violent almost, like the sudden erecting of Beskar walls in front of an oncoming tide, blue waves crashing onto the gray walls. You don’t mean for it to be like that; it’s instinct that causes you to be so harsh about it, the usual fear of him finding out how you feel getting the better of you. Stars, you don’t even know what it is that you feel for him, the feelings that having made their own war within your mind, so how can you possibly let him know?

Obi-Wan turns to look at you, the clash of his signature with your own too great to ignore. A flicker of hurt passes through his eyes, and just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. But you saw it, and you know you caused it.

“It’s quite extensive,” Obi-Wan says, his eyes focusing on the books again.

You swallow the lump on your throat before answering. “Yes, it is. I’ve been collecting more recently due to the war.”

“Right,” he says nodding. He still doesn’t look up to see you, and Maker it feels like an eternity since you’ve seen his pale blue eyes. It’s only been minutes, much less time than you usually go without seeing them. But it’s the fact that he’s intentionally looking away that makes it feel like the longest time.

“It’s a coping mechanism of sorts. Usually meditation works, but there’s times when that just throws me deeper into my thoughts, so I just pick up a book. I’ve reread some of these, even. I can always let you borrow some if you like.” You’re rambling at this point, not knowing what else to do.

“I would like that.” Oh stars, he’s going to let you keep rambling.

“I hope it helps you get your mind off of things. Though, I’m sure you already have your methods to that. Is it meditating? I sometimes wish I was as skilled at meditation as you. Master Plo Koon always insisted I put more time into practicing it, but you know how I can be—“

“That’s not...” Obi-Wan hesitates. “I don’t always meditate to help with my unease.”

“Oh?” You swallow again, this time to rid yourself of the excess liquid in your mouth as a cause of your rambling. “Then what do you do, if I may ask?”

You’re treading on thin ice at this point. You shut him out then expect him to share this personal part of him with you? Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he walked out of your quarters this instant.

But he doesn’t walk out, no. Instead, he looks up at you, his pale blue orbs almost begging you to let him into your thoughts. His Force signature follows suit, blue waves not giving up on breaking down your Beskar-like walls.

“I think of you.”

A breath hitches on your throat, and the air leaves your lungs. He what?

“Of me?” Your voice comes out hoarse, the ever occurring dry mouth present once more.

And stars, you could swear Obi-Wan is out to have you killed because he takes a step closer to you, placing one of his warm hands on your cheek while the other takes a hold of one of your hands. He’s so incredibly close, his breath fanning your face as you struggle your need to lean into his touch. Centimeters. Your face is mere centimeters away from that of the man you lo—

“Yes, my dear. I think of you, of seeing you again, hearing your voice, your laugh, seeing that breathtaking smile that acts as my North Star home.”

“Obi...” You hold back tears, too weak at his words to stop from leaning into his touch any longer.

“I know this is unfair of me to drop this on you, but stars, I need to tell you. I can’t, won’t keep this unsaid.”

And now, you feel what he must’ve moments ago. You start to let your walls down, hoping to instantly connect with his signature, only you don’t. You’re usually familiar with his signature, your own gravitating towards it the way a planet in a system orbits around it’s sun; completely devoted, knowing no other thing but the sun. But now, you are lost. He’s shielded you off now, leaving you in what feels like an ever engulfing night, darker than even the darkest nights in Umbara.

“Obi-Wan, please, let me in,” you say, your free hand taking a hold of his face. Your thumb grazes his cheek, and you let out a shaky breath at how this feels.

You reach your signature out to his, treading lightly with the feelings you’re trying to convey. You find his signature is open again, waiting for your own, the complete opposite it was just moments ago. When you touch his signature, the feeling is overwhelming.

A small gasp escapes your lips. At that moment, you know he feels the same way you do, and that alone takes control of your mind and body as you move the centimeters necessary to connect your lips with his own.

Color. It’s beautifully intense, brighter than any star in the galaxy could ever be. It’s color you didn’t know could be so grand, but now that you’ve seen it, you can’t give it up.

You kiss one another the only way you know. Your lips are on his, stuck together like the strongest magnets. A small noise comes from you; you need more, more of Obi-Wan. But you don’t know how. You pull back, but Obi-Wan isn’t done, he kisses your lips again, moving over to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

You open your eyes only to be met by the face you want to see until your last days. Obi-Wan is smiling at you, and you resist the urge from grabbing his face to kiss him again.

Worry soon settles onto your mind.

“Obi-Wan, what of the council? Isn’t—isn’t this the way of the dark side?” You’re still holding onto each other, and you’re sure he can feel your racing heart. His hand caresses your face, causing your eyes to droop slightly at the sensation.

“There’s no darkness here, no evil. This love I feel for you, my dear, it’s as good as goodness can be.”

There it is. The word that describes everything you’ve been feeling for him for years, decades. It seems so obvious when he says it. You love him, always have. Since the day you first set your eyes on him in your Padawan years, you’ve loved him.

“I love you, Obi, I always have,” you say, feeling a buzz flow through your whole body.

“As have I, my dear, and will continue to do so for as long as I can.”

That night, Obi-Wan does get his rest. At his insistence, you read to him, both of you laying on your bed, the blue book in your hands. You read a few passages before looking down to find him fast asleep.

And as he lays next to you, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, so at peace, you decide you will do everything in your power to keep him this happy.

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boonki · 3 years

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something there, something more

a little continuation of a fever prompt, the first part here and the second part by @sonderwalker here! from this prompt list

Cheers to our pining boys stuck together in the snow

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The email he had been anxiously awaiting for dings his phone, and in the early morning light of his room, only a single lamp to illuminate the intimate space, he rolls over in bed to fumble it from the nightstand, blinking at the bright screen.

To the University of Washington community,

For the safety of our students and staff, classes have been cancelled for the day due to the snow conditions and road closures. Please wait for updates from your teachers on how best to proceed with assignments and exams. Updates on future cancellations will be issued nightly no later than 7 pm. Best,

President Palpatine

The same giddy relief that once met him as a college student still worms its way into his heart as a professor, an unexpected day off, no plans ahead of him, just hours and hours of free time. Except, he supposes, a quick email out to his students to continue their essays as normal and wait for the update on Friday’s class. He isn’t sad about losing the day’s lesson plan, it had mostly been a filler class.

He hums lazily, a sleepy grin pulling his lips back.

For the first time in weeks, he clicks the lock button and rolls over, stuffing his face into his pillow, and falls back asleep.

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Hours later, the sun already cresting in the sky, hidden behind layers and layers of clouds shedding snow, he pads around his kitchen, pulling ingredients out of his fridge and pantry: carrots, chicken, celery, chicken broth, some garlic, an onion, and some noodles.

When he was younger, his mom had always whipped together chicken noodle soup on the colder days, and when she passed away when he was a teenager, he kept the tradition alive. In the silent, airy space of the kitchen, he feels closer to her cutting up the ingredients and carefully dropping them into the pot, can feel her gentle hand guiding him. The ache of her death has long since passed, but Obi-wan can’t help but wish she were here with him, oiling the stove for the chicken and passing him the garlic to press.

Somehow, in the many, many years since her death, the habit of cooking for two hasn’t left him; every time he makes this recipe, he ends up with days worth of leftovers.

The wood floor is cold beneath his bare feet; he didn’t think to put warm clothing on before coming downstairs, head still foggy from sleeping past noon. He knows his hair is sticking out in every direction, and that he could probably use a quick beard trim, but there isn’t anyone to judge him here. No pets, no roommates, just him and his big empty house.

The smell of the soup bubbles up at him: rich and inviting. He takes a spoon and sips on the broth, using his teeth to grab a very hot carrot that mashes easily in his mouth, a good sign that he can turn the heat down to let it simmer while he gets ready for the day. Some small part of him knows his destination, but the majority of him is still in denial. He has so much soup to share, though. Why let it go to waste? Besides, it’ll be a quick drop off so he can come home and finish the blanket he’s knitting, maybe read a few chapters of his library books. There’s something about an expected day off that makes the mundane feel enthralling.

He pads back upstairs, lost in thought as he goes through the motions of pulling a sturdy wool sweater over his head, brushing his teeth, combing his hair back, ignoring the shoddy state of his beard. Anakin had looked so horrible the other day, all pale skin and hollowed out eyes, his voice catching on itself, and god, his cough. Worry pangs Obi-wan’s heart, did Anakin have anyone to take care of him? Make sure he doesn’t die of a fever? He can’t go out in this weather to get take-out, and there’s no way he would be cooking with the state he’s in.

In the back of his head, Obi-wan knows there are very large excuses he’s making for the car crash of the truth: he wants to go see Anakin.

When he gets back downstairs, the soup is perfect. His mom would be proud.

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Snow cakes the road ahead of him, and what should have been a ten minute drive turns into a forty minute one. Obi-wan thinks he has at least six different knots in his back and neck from sitting so close to the steering wheel the entire time, peering intently through the fast-paced windshield wipers as if the effort of looking harder would have any effect on his ability to see in front of him. When he finally pulls up in front of Anakin’s apartment building and finds a neat little spot to back his car into, he lets out a deep breath and slumps into his seat. Maybe this was not as good of an idea as he had hoped it would be.

He hadn’t even texted. Should he text Anakin? Is showing up at his door, soup in hand, too much? Too forward? Obi-wan is already anxious about pushing the bounds of their relationship too far; what if Anakin thought he was trying to groom him, thought he was a creepy old man with nothing better to do?

Obi-wan hits his head against the steering wheel.

The weird thing is, he doesn’t mind how inappropriate their relationship had become. Obi-wan had liked coming to his building, liked texting him about casual plans. He just worries his enthusiasm is one-sided.

It’s been so long since he’s had anything resembling a relationship, so he feels brand new to it again; it’s like riding a bike: the skill will never leave you, but if you take a ten year gap, you might need to wobble a bit before you glide. Obi-wan is wobbling.

Because he does have a crush, doesn’t he? Isn’t that why he’s here, sitting in his cooling car with homemade soup, outside of some boy’s apartment building? Why else would he go to such measures- especially on his day off? God, he feels so juvenile.

He hits his head on the steering wheel again.

The cold is starting to seep through the seams of the car, so he takes a deep breath, grabs his soup, and steps out into the snow. It crunches underneath his boots, leaving a trail of footprints all the way to the door of the building, which swings open easily for Obi-wan.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. Anakin had texted which one he lived in, but it had felt too… like too much, last time he came. He hadn’t wanted to intrude on Anakin’s personal space.

#344.

The elevator ride is both too short and too fast, his anxiety rising with each floor. What if Anakin didn’t like chicken noodle soup? He definitely should’ve texted. But the doors glide open and the wide expanse of the hall looms in front of him, stretching for what seems like forever in both directions. The floorplan seems to be circular; a little guide that reads “301-322 left, 323-344 right” with arrows points him in the right direction, so he sets off to the right, each step waking up a new butterfly in his stomach.

When he reaches 344, he stares at the door for a moment, considering the fact that Anakin is on the other side of the thin wall, completely unaware of Obi-wan. Something yanks at him to turn back, but Obi-wan would feel even more pathetic if he went home with a full bowl of soup, and Anakin does probably need it, so. Here goes nothing.

The bell ding-dongs from the interior, the sound muffled. Obi-wan hears nothing, and then slow footsteps and a lock being unlatched.

Anakin is wearing his sweater.

“Obi-w- Professor Kenobi, hey,” Anakin rasps out, eyes wide open, clearly startled, and sounding a bit better than he had a few days ago, but not by much. His bangs are held back by a little clip, shooting a tuft of hair straight into the air. “Sorry if I missed your text, I’ve been asleep-”

“Ah,” Obi-wan shuffles in place, embarrassed. “I didn’t text, which I realize now that I should have, but-”

“No,” Anakin cuts in, “that’s okay.”

They stand there in awkward silence before Anakin points at the bowl Obi-wan is clutching to his chest.

“You brought soup?”

Obi-wan looks down to the container like he’s never seen it before, cheeks burning like lava. “Yes! I, well, you see my mother and I always made soup when it snowed, and I always make extra, so I thought you’d, well,” he chances a peek at Anakin, whose features are slackened in a soft smile, “I thought you could use some given that you’re sick and it’s snowing.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Anakin asks, ignoring his bumbling explanation.

“No,” he thinks back, “I didn’t get the chance.”

Anakin drags his door open and steps back, gesturing for Obi-wan to come inside. “Let’s share, then.”

Obi-wan balks at the open door, because he knows once he crosses that threshold there is no going back between them. He’d have officially been in Anakin’s apartment, sharing homemade soup with Anakin, taking care of him while he’s sick. The intimacy of seeing how someone lives, to see all the details of their existence on display, who they are when no one else is around… that sort of intimacy frightens Obi-wan.

“I don’t want to be an imposition,” he starts, only to get cut off by a particularly nasty sneeze from Anakin. “Bless you.”

“You’re not, so come on.” Anakin reaches forward and tugs on his arm, and really, Obi-wan has no choice.

While he had never actively imagined Anakin’s living space, he had always assumed it would be something akin to a sparse bachelor pad, dirty and meant for college students who couldn’t afford any better. But this is a pleasant surprise: a black rug and couch sits neatly against the wall of a tidy and cozy living room, branching off to a kitchen and a door Obi-wan assumes is Anakin’s bedroom. There are a few mirrors behind the couch, and a few (fake?) plants spotted around the room, even a candle on the coffee table.

Anakin leads him into the kitchen and Obi-wan sees now this is where the mess lies; computer parts, nuts, bolts, tools, and loose wires scatter the counter, leaving little room for anything else save the sink and a hand towel. He stands there and waits for Anakin to clear a space for the bowl, muttering about how he didn’t know company would be over otherwise he would’ve picked up a little.

Obi-wan doesn’t know if he even wants to ask what Anakin is making.

The bowl is transferred into the microwave, cooking for a few minutes on low to properly reheat, and Obi-wan sets out to find some spoons so he’s not left in awkward, still silence.

“Sorry there’s no table, I never really have anyone over and it takes up so much space, so,” Anakin is blushing, either embarrassed to have someone over or still running a fever. Maybe a bit of both. “Oh, here, in that drawer,” he motions to Obi-wan, crowding into his space to pull open the drawer. Obi-wan stiffens at their proximity; he can feel the heat pouring off of Anakin, and he grips the spoons like his life depends on it.

They perch by the counter, listening to the hum of the microwave.

“What are you doing during winter break?” Anakin asks him, breaking the quiet.

Obi-wan breaths in, thinking of his answer. “I’m not sure, probably just relax. Maybe work on my library books, plan for winter quarter.”

Anakin scoffs, and it turns into a full blown hacking spree. When he’s done, he winces. “Sorry, your plans are so sad my whole body freaked out.”

He snorts. “My plans aren’t sad. What are you doing, then?”

“Well, now that I’ve graduated, I suppose I should be looking for a job, so probably that.” Anakin stares up at the soup rotating in the microwave in contemplation.

Something small and sad tugs at Obi-wan’s heart. He had forgotten that Anakin wouldn’t be around anymore. No more impromptu office visits.

“But,” Anakin continues, “it would be nice to have help with my resume and interviewing.” He glances at Obi-wan out of the corner of his eyes.

The microwave beeps: the soup is finished reheating.

“Of course, I’d be happy to help.” Obi-wan says, warmth flooding his tone. He’s grateful that Anakin still wants him in his life, still wants his help.

Anakin sniffles and splits the soup into two bowls, handing one to Obi-wan, who is still holding both their spoons.

“You wanna watch something? We can sit on the couch.” Anakin says, and motions for Obi-wan to follow. Obi-wan tentatively settles into the couch, which is surprisingly cushy, as Anakin flips open Netflix and pulls up The Great British Baking Show.

“Is this okay? It’s kind of addictive.” Anakin looks suddenly self-conscious about his choice in television, grabbing a set of glasses from his coffee table. They are way too big for him and nearly slide down his nose in seconds. Obi-wan might combust.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

Anakin shifts. “Only to see long distances, I mostly just use them for watching things.”

Obi-wan nods at that, and throws a hand up in the air towards the TV screen. “This is fine, I like cooking shows.”

“They’re definitely my guilty pleasure, I’ve always wished I was better at cooking.” Anakin blows on the soup on his spoon, eyes glued to the TV.

The hosts introduce the challenge, and Obi-wan looks down at his soup, stirring it all absentmindedly. “I can teach you, if you want. My mom passed a lot onto me before she, well.” Obi-wan smiles at him. “I’d like to think I’m a pretty good cook.”

Anakin pushes his glasses back on his face. “If the soup is anything to go by, I believe you.”

He chuckles, shifting his attention back to the TV. Helping Anakin find a job, teaching him how to cook- they’re both just trying to find excuses to stay in each other’s lives. It’d be endearing if it weren’t so sad.

The episode drags out, a winner is named and someone gets sent home, and Anakin and Obi-wan are long finished with their soup, the bowls having been discarded onto the coffee table a while ago. When the credits roll, neither of them get up, and the next episode autoplays. Obi-wan hopes he isn’t overstaying his visit, but Anakin seems comfortable and relaxed. Anakin offers him a blanket, and Obi-wan drapes it over his lower body, slouching further into the couch.

Over the next few hour long episodes, they seem to inch closer, fully lounging now. Jokes are made, laughter is shared, and Obi-wan keeps handing him tissues, grateful that he isn’t wiping his snot on the sweater’s sleeve.

He still can’t believe he’s sitting here on Anakin’s couch, watching a cooking show, while Anakin sits next to him wearing one of his sweaters.

Maybe he is the one with a delirious fever?

The fourth episode draws to a close, and Obi-wan spares a glance at one of the windows, where the afternoon had faded into evening. “I still don’t think she should have won, did you see the state of her frosting?” He stands up and stretches, sighing in relief when a few of his bones pop, laughing when Anakin’s do the same. “I should probably get going, though, it’s getting dark.”

But when the pair make it to the window, they are greeted by glistening white, snow almost completely covering the cars parked outside. There’s no way he can drive home in this, and they both know it. The air seems to thicken between them.

“Hey, you can crash on the couch and drive home once the snowplow has been through?” Anakin, though standing right next to him, seems miles away, his tone small and unsure.

“Surely not, you’ve already let me stay long as it is. I’ll…” he trails off, thinking.

“What, walk home?” Anakin supplies, shaking his head. “Absolutely not, you can stay. I don’t mind,” he places a hand on Obi-wan’s arm, “really.”

“You’re right, I don’t have much of a choice.” Obi-wan laughs under his breath. Still, if he did have the choice, he’d want to stay. Not that he’d ever admit that to Anakin.

Anakin takes the few steps back to the couch, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around himself like a cape. “Well, should we finish the season then?”

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It’s midnight by the time the pair are too tired to stay awake, drifting off into separate spaces.

“Can I borrow something to sleep in?” Obi-wan asks Anakin, who is standing in the doorway to his room. From what Obi-wan can see, it looks a lot like the living room, all blacks and soft fabrics.

Anakin’s eyes widen. “Uh, yes. Hold on.” He disappears into his room and comes back with a blue flannel pajama set. “Here, the bathroom is just across the kitchen.”

Obi-wan takes the little pile of clothing from him with a soft thanks and retreats to the bathroom to change. The pants are entirely too long on him, and the shirt hangs on him, clearly meant for someone who has a little broader shoulders. But the set smells like Anakin, and Obi-wan wants to breathe it in forever.

When he comes out, Anakin bites back a smile, holding his lower lip between his teeth. He doesn’t say anything though, and Obi-wan is both disappointed and relieved.

“So there’s a bunch of blankets on the couch for you, let me know if you need anything else.” He says, backing into his room.

Obi-wan clears his throat. “Of course. Goodnight, Anakin.”

Anakin dips his head and closes his door. “Goodnight.”

In the dark of the living room, Obi-wan shakes the blankets out so they lay flat over the couch, and slips his legs under them to get comfortable, laying on back to stare at the ceiling.

What a day.

If someone had told him this was what his snow day would’ve looked like, he would’ve laughed in their face. Just under two weeks ago, they had been huddled together in his office, working on Anakin’s paper like normal. And now, he’s spending the night at Anakin’s apartment. And while Anakin technically isn’t a student anymore, and certainly not his student any more by a long shot, there’s still a sticky and uncomfortable unease sitting in his gut; he doesn’t know how old Anakin is, but Obi-wan is surely much older than him. Plus, he doesn’t know if there’s a power play at hand, what if Anakin just thinks he’s being a creepy old man and feels obligated to let him stay?

But he thinks about the way Anakin’s flashed with happiness when Obi-wan laughed at one of his jokes during the show, the way they inched towards each other, Anakin’s face when Obi-wan came out of the bathroom in his pajamas.

Needless to say, Obi-wan doesn’t get much sleep. Instead, he thinks about the fact that Anakin is also lying down, just a thin apartment wall in between them, and watches the large snowflakes drift down in silent waves outside.

Obi-wan wonders if Anakin is sleeping in his sweater. He hopes he is.

#obikin #fever prompt #boonki writes #someday theyll quit pining and actually get together #someday

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Hey Tag, just wanted to thank you for that absolute masterpiece of a chapter, Anakin nutting and Obi-Wan’s stunned “..did you just..?” 😂 perfection! Thank you for writing for us! It’s been a while since I’ve read something that was this captivating and wasn’t a SW fanfic - sad I know lol. I was wondering if maybe you had any must-read novel recommendations? As a teen I used to devour books but I’m 24 now and adult books are pure boring! (Please write a novel, your writing is just stunning!)

❤️❤️❤️😭Thank you so much. I would love to write my own novel one day. I have an entire trunk of my own handwritten work that probably amounts to at least 2 or 3 but it’s a matter of finding the motivation around the very fun sandbox of Star Wars fanfiction lol And I entirely feel you! Sometimes finding adult books that are of the same caliber of interesting as teen while having a higher reading and prose level can be difficult,but I do have a few I can recommend!

The Princess Bride by William Goldman-While I think this one technically counts as teen it’s an absolute classic and one of my absolute favorites. It’s riotously funny and just so endearing and interesting. If you’ve seen the movie and think the book can’t be that different think again,there’s a multi level underground zoo,a multi-page rant about hats,and some killer descriptions on wrestling.

Anything by Neil Gaiman,seriously. I always recommend to start with Good Omens which is co-written by Terry Pratchett. It will put you in tears it’s so funny and there isn’t a dull page in the book. American Gods by Gaiman is another of my favorites that’s wonderful to start with. It’s a bit darker but all kinds of intriguing with some phenomenally cool characters.

The Discworld Series by Terry Pratchett-You can pick up almost any book from this series out of order and start with. Pratchett has this way of writing that is just so endearingly fun and captivating and it makes you feel like a kid again from what a scream his stories are. My favorite from Discworld is the Monstrous Regiment because it’s basically space Mulan meets Pirates of the Caribbean meets Princess Bride.

The hollow chocolate bunnies of the apocalypse by Robert Rankin-Rankin has a very similar vibe to Pratchett and Gaiman and this is a retelling of fairytales and nursery rhymes through the lens of a 20s noir fantasy detective style. It’s just supremely fun and intriguing and it’ll have you backtracking to reread stuff you missed with a manic grin.

Redshirts by John Scalzi-If you like Star Trek you’ll love this. It’s a satirical and very on the nose,breaking the fourth wall story of an ensign on a starship who realizes all the redshirts on the ship die on every mission. It’s not literature but it is a ridiculously fun read.

Wild Cards edited by George R. R. Martin-I know Martin gets a rap for how dark and gritty his writing is by people who don’t like that sort of thing but if you don’t like Game of Thrones don’t fear. Before Martin got into his fantasy war of the roses retellings he wrote a lot of sci-fi and has been a big name in the genre for a long time. Wild Cards is a whole series of novels but the anthology is what you start with,a collection of short stories from all sorts of well known sci-fi authors from the 80s. The Wild Card universe is an alternate history universe where an alien virus hits earth after WWII and gives people superpowers. It’s set in the 40s-80s and is steampunk meets Captain America meets Star Wars and the universe is such high adventure incredible fun.

Altered Carbon by Richard K. Morgan-If you watched the Netflix series don’t be fooled by thinking you don’t need to read the book. Morgan has a way of twisting cyberpunk sci-fi with 20s detective noir genre hallmarks that makes for a scream of an aesthetic read. The story is just so interesting and Morgan’s writing will suck you in. I don’t even like 1st person pov but this book is very easy to forgive for it.

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie-Listen this book *shakes fist* this book. Leckie,if you’re not huge in the sci-fi world,with this book took the genre by Storm a few years ago and swept almost every major book award in 2014. It’s hard sci-fi written wickedly sharp with incredible pacing and it will have you sweating and breathing hard from how tense of a read it is. Leckie is just a genuinely phenomenal writer and if you even half like sci-fi I always recommend her for how gripping she is.

The Martian and Artemis by Andy Weir-Another favorite sci-fi author of mine. Weir somehow combines the heart-hammering tenseness of Leckie and the sheer hilarity of Pratchett and Gaiman. His books are wicked smart and sharp and perfunctory,with a delightful dry humor to them that is so incredibly grounding and human. Weir is actually who got me really into sci-fi after I got out of ya and he can really make you fall in love with the genre.

Vonnegut-Literally anything by him. He may be considered literature now and if you read Slaughterhouse Five in school and was turned off from him don’t let it color your opinion of all his writings. Slaughterhouse is his most famous but it’s not my favorite by him. I always recommend the Sirens of Titan as an intro to him. It’s an astoundingly gripping read and is one of those books I read in one sitting because I literally couldn’t put it down. Vonnegut writes the best kind of absurd that will have you laughing one second and horrified the next and he’s one of the few American canon lit authors that I agree counts as modern literature.

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell-Another one that’s considered modern lit that I actually agree with! Don’t let that scare you though,because it’s also metaphysical sci-fi and much like Vonnegut and his crazy space metaphysical stories,it will have you in tears laughing one minute and then actual tears the next. I’m a huge fan of Mitchell in general,he’s an Irish author who I think has just astoundingly beautiful writing and I think he’s a master storyteller. But Cloud Atlas is what I always recommend to start with,even if you saw the Wachowskis’ film of it.

The Redwall Series by Brian Jacques-This Series is a classic and the paperbacks May technically be on a children’s publisher but don’t let that fool you,because the reading level is certainly high enough for adults. For anyone who was obsessed with Warrior Cats as a kid like me,this is just the adult version and set in a medieval universe. You have friar mice and Scottish claymore wielding squirrels. You’ve got pirate otters and clans of feuding foxes and evil scourging rats. These books are just so supremely well written and classic storytelling and so dear to my heart.

Circe by Madeline Miller-You might recognize Miller from getting well known on online spaces with her Song Of Achilles because who doesn’t want the true gay rendition of Achilles and Patroclus. Contrary to everyone else I don’t like that one. But I do highly recommend her newer publication Circe for how beautiful it’s written and riveting the story is. I didn’t sleep the night I read it because I couldn’t put it down until I read it cover to cover.

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness-I recommend this one to any of you vampire lovers out there who,like me,was in middle school for the days of Twilight. Harkness’s story combines vampires witches and demons in a dazzling behind the scenes universe of the supernatural. The trilogy is sexy,well written,and this very deeply endears it to me because Harkness is a historian and so there’s time travel too. It’s a wildly endulgant and fun series that hits so many of my loves and is basically every embarrassing supernatural teen romance we loved but with more sex and violence.

#not star wars #book recs #book rec list #books #book recommendations #asks #long post

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Death of Mandalore

Chapter 14

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Summary: After murdering Chancellor Palpatine of the Galactic Republic, Vanya Doyvesky joined leagues with both Death Watch and Darth Maul, hoping to reclaim her Mandalorian warrior heritage. But with broken promises and betrayal against Death Watch and Maul’s crime syndicate, the former Mandalorian Jedi had to choose the right path not only for her but for Clan Doyvesky as well.

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Jumping from hyperspace, Obi-Wan flew into the Mandalorian atmosphere, which was barren with no trees or bushes, except for smoke rising from cabins, where people lived away from the city of Sundari. Despite that, however, they weren’t free from their new ruler, who monitored their citizen’s livelihood.

The port on Mandalore, however, was quite the contrary. With ships landing and departing from their respective platforms at the same time, workers on the docks were preoccupied with unloading supplies from outside. There were security guarding the docks, making sure that nothing suspicious happened under their prying eyes.

As the Twilight was about to land on an empty spot, a Mandalorian guard watched as the fins folded upwards, with Obi-Wan controlling the ship from the stuffy cockpit he was forced to endure. Surrounded by smokes and shaky controllers, he braced himself as she landed on the ground smoothly.

He sighed in relief as the lights were cut off, when one of the controllers beside him burst into a small flame, making him jump. “Anakin, that's the last time I borrow a ship from you,” he grumbled as he got off his seat and grabbed his helmet that was worn during his last mission to save the Chancellor.

Walking out with his Rako Hardeen disguise, the ship’s platform opened halfway, causing Obi-Wan to stomp on his foot to force it open. He inspected the condition of the ship, with the oil spilling from the engine and more smoke blowing from the exhaust port. Sometimes I wondered how Anakin took care of his own ship in the first place.

“You better get your ship looked at,” one of the guards came up to him, silently judging.

“Oh, it's my friend's ship,” Obi-Wan answered smoothly as he rested his hands on the handle, only for the platform to drop suddenly, making him stumble. Parts of the ship were peeled off as the nuts and bolts were loosened from its grip, further embarrassing the Jedi Master. “He told me it was perfectly fine. Terribly sorry about that.”

“Do you have a landing permit?” the guard asked, ignoring the crash sound from the Twilight.

“Um, I think I left it in the ship,” he pretended to check on his pockets, before gesturing to him. “Come with me, and I'll get it.”

The guard followed him all the way towards the ship’s common area, only to be knocked out in just one punch. The Moogan traders were startled by the faint sound, before continuing with their business. Obi-Wan emerged with a full set of Mandalorian armour, along with a jetpack and a brand-new helmet. After putting them on, he looked around and headed towards the airspeeder that was parked in front of his ship.

Unbeknownst to him, he was being watched by Bo-Katan Kryze and her renegade soldiers. With a smirk painted on her face, one of her soldiers pulled out their blaster, only to be stopped with her head shaking. Activating the vehicle with a press of a button, Obi-Wan drove into Sundari, without any knowledge of what he was about to walk into.

Meanwhile in the Royal Prison, Satine’s eyes were closed as she pushed herself to focus on peaceful thoughts. Remembering the techniques to calm herself down whenever she was locked inside a cramped space, she breathed in while squishing her thumbs to sedate herself from her fear.

Obi-Wan noticed specks of her shoulder-length blonde hair as he glanced at her from behind, before unlocking her cell. Assuming the disguised guard as either Vanya or Maria, she didn’t bother to turn around. “Here to do more of your master's bidding?”

He took off his helmet and gave a warm smile, announcing his presence. “I do my own bidding.”

“Obi-Wan,” she beamed as she sprung up and wrapped her arms around him, much to his pleasure. Feeling each other’s warmth for a moment, Satine broke off their hug as she searched for both his apprentices behind him. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, the remaining Jedi Council and Republic officers will be no help to us here,” he told her, as he took a peek at the corridors, which were seemingly empty. Taking her hands, he dragged her towards the lift, waiting for the next one to arrive.

“I trust you have an escape plan then?” Satine raised her doubts, as Obi-Wan put on his helmet.

“As always, my dear,” he winked as the lift door slid opened, only to stumble upon Maria Doyvesky, who was waiting for them to enter. Playing along with his part, he shoved the Duchess inside the lift as it closed, heading towards the prison exit.

Peering at Satine and Obi-Wan, she wondered if she ever said anything about transferring prisoners from one block to another, before realising she didn’t. “There's no record of a prisoner transfer here,” she pointed out, not breaking eye contact with the both of them. “Care to explain yourself, soldier?”

“The orders came from upstairs,” he hesitated, looking away from the Chief of Security.

Now why would I give an order from one of my men upstairs on prison transfer? Maria blinked, until she recalled what Katrina told her earlier on in the hallways. “Hey, could I talk to you for a moment?”

“Oh, umm…”

Before she could begin her sentence, Obi-Wan knocked her as the lift opened, leaving her lying on the ground. Blood oozed from her nose as she watched them escape towards their speeder, making her scream in fury. “Get your ass back here, you son of a bitch!” Maria raged as she got up, chasing after them.

Obi-Wan and Satine drove away as the commando guards tailed them all the way to the docks. The others who were patrolling the area saw them heading towards the ship, asking for reinforcement. “It's the duchess,” one of them shouted. “She's getting away.”

Buckling up inside the cockpit, Obi-Wan lifted the ship in the air as Death Watch opened fire towards them. “We have to contact my sister for help,” Satine suggested, holding his hand. “She'll send reinforcements.”

“Who's your sister?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. Before he could leave, however, the engines took the worst hit, causing the ship to blow up. “Brace yourself!”

As it twirled in the air, Obi-Wan stood up and rushed out of the cockpit with Satine beside him. “Let's get out of here.”

Within a second, the front part of the Twilight was pulled apart, causing Satine to grip her hands tighter as she found herself hanging for her dear life. “Obi-Wan,” she cried.

With an ear-piercing crash and a huge explosion, Obi-Wan's grasps loosened as they crashed to the ground. The debris of the ship crushed Satine who was underneath it, prompting the Jedi to lift it away with the Force. Her eyes were closed as he tried to reach her, only to hear a familiar footstep.

He took a peek and saw his best friend walking towards him, giving her hands. “It's okay, Obi-Wan,” Vanya reassured him, caressing his cheeks in a gentle manner. “You're safe now.”

Sighing with bliss, he took her hands and gazed at his childhood best friend, with whom he shared a close bond. From sharing a piece of candy with each other to training their Padawans together, Vanya was the only friend he could rely on when it came to his deepest, darkest secret. For a while, her disappearance after the Battle of Coruscant made him stay up all night, wondering whether she was still out here, until today.

“Thank goodness you're here,” he smiled as he rubbed behind his head. “I thought something bad happened to you.”

“I'm alive and well, burc'ya,” Vanya smiled back genuinely. “I was worried about you too. I heard that Dooku really took over Coruscant and destroyed the Jedi Temple.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sadly. “And he took Eva and Lira too.”

“I know, Obi-Wan,” she pulled him into a hug, frowning. “I miss them too. They were like daughters to me.”

“They were,” the Jedi Master let out a sniffle. “I still have their toys with me. You know, the cowgirl doll, their tooka doll, and a raggedy doll that Padmé gave them.”

“And the hummingbird droid that Lira built from scraps.”

“That too,” he bobbed his head when he saw his lover on the floor, making his jittery. “Goodness me, I almost forgot about the Duchess. We need to get her out of here.”

Vanya sealed her lips together as she watched him carry her in his arms, leaving her beaming for the couple. She remembered him telling all about her, and how they used to kiss before Obi-Wan had to separate from her. She finds their story romantic and yet sad, as she was aware of what's going to happen next.

I hope Maul spared both of them, she thought, as Obi-Wan glanced at her. “Do you happen to have a spare ship around or something? We need to get Satine to safety before Death Watch gets to her.”

“Oh, yeah, we do, actually,” she lied, as she led them to the same speeder they took. “I could lead you to my family’s ship, if you want to.”

He took a seat behind, holding Satine with him. “Thank you, Vanya,” he showed his appreciation. “I knew I could always count on you.”

She could only fake a smile as she felt remorseful for her actions that she is about to undertake against them.

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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A loose timeline of the AU

- Jinn is born on Mandalore and Obi-Wan and Satine make the decision not to tell anybody.

- Maul tries to take over Mandalore, but is stopped by Obi-Wan and Anakin, who insisted on not letting Obi-Wan go alone. Anakin meets baby Jinn, and is VERY excited about being an uncle. He promises not to tell anyone.

- Ahsoka is accused of treason and leaves the order after her name is cleared.

- Padme finds out she’s pregnant while Anakin is in the outer rim, fighting.

- Maul makes another play for Mandalore, and is stopped by Ahsoka and half of the 501′st, while Anakin and Obi-Wan rush back to Coruscant to rescue Palpetine from Dooku.

- Anakin still kills Dooku, and after everyone gets back, Padme goes into labor and has the twins, forcing Anakin to come clean about being married, and having children. The Council is *pissed* and doubly pissed when Obi-Wan comes forward in Anakin’s defense, revealing Jinn to the Council, who seriously consider booting them both out, but Palpetine steps in and blocks the Council, putting Anakin, awkwardly, on the Council. Nobody is happy about this. Least of all Anakin, who really just wants to go home.

- Palpetine starts talking Dark Side nonsense. Anakin is confused, but very, very tired and mostly thinking about the diapers he has to pick up on the way home.

- Obi-Wan volunteers to go to Utapau to handle Grievous, but he’s still in the doghouse for being a dad. Mace goes instead, and makes pretty quick work of it.

- Anakin goes to update Palpetine on Mace moving on Grievous, and Palpetine talks more Dark Side nonsense, and as sleep-deprived and distracted as Anakin is, he’s like “hold on a minute I don’t wanna turn to the Dark Side, no thank you. No thank you at all.” Because he has babies at home, and a very busy wife, and now he’s on the Council. He does not have any time for Dark Side lessons, when there are babies to feed in the style of pretending the spoon is a starfighter coming in for a landing on the platform.

- Palpetine’s had enough, and goes on the attack, hitting Anakin hard with Force lightning, and Anakin, who is sleep deprived, and stressed out, and low on nutrition, goes down hard. As he’s having a seizure, he reaches out for Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, and then promptly has a heart attack.

- Obi-Wan gets to the Chancellor’s office in the nick of time, and Palpetine flees out the window, leaving Obi-Wan to rush Anakin for medical attention. He receives emergency surgery to save his life, and mechno tech is attached to his left ventricle to prevent heart failure. He temporarily loses sight in his right eye, and has a very hard time walking for a few months after.

- The Senate, the Jedi, and everyone in-between go bug nuts crazy. Finger pointing starts pretty quickly, and many people don’t believe that Sheev was Sidious the whole time. It takes Obi-Wan providing the security holo footage from Palpetine’s office for people to believe. Padme, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are all in attendance to watch.

- Four years pass. The Jedi order searches far and wide for Palpetine with no luck. Anakin begins teaching in the creche while doing his best to be a good dad, and Padme serves on the new Chancellatory committee to try and undo what Palpetine broke. Obi-Wan is elected Jedi rep on that committee.

- Palpetine does come back, as Anakin always knew he would, and the two face off alone inside the Jedi Temple. Anakin manages to let go of his fear and hate and trust in the Force, and is seemingly possessed by it, his entire body deflecting Palpetine’s attacks right back at him. Palpetine dies, and Anakin nearly has another heart attack, but holds up, temporarily partially losing his sight again, and this time, he’ll need the cane for good, but he survives.

#au #fic #my fic

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phoenixyfriend · 2 years

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Star Wars Masterlist: Shipping (SFW)

Ships, Friendships, and Assorted Thoughts

Main Masterlist

So, it turns out tumblr has a Maximum number of links you can have on one post... and I hit that limit. Several times. So... multiple masterlists.

Anidala

Aayla and Anakin (friendship)

Codykin

Rexsoka .

Quinobi

Jangobi

Obitine .

Rexwalker

Rexanidala

This does not include shitposts, meme fills, crossovers, or anything on the Wider AUs masterlist. Almost all nsfw posts that were previously on this list have been moved to the nsfw masterlist.

ANIDALA

GENERAL

They may be stupid

Red flags are semaphore

Do Padme’s friends know she’s kinda nuts? - Actually, Padme deserves to be just as Nuts

“You are so smart, babe.”

Imagine Will Ferrell screaming Santa. That’s Anakin about Padme.

Jealous Padme - Alternately: non-jealous Padme but self-recriminating Anakin

Anti-Anidala shippers are just Rush Clovis using a sock puppet account

Viewed through the lens of WWII marriages

I am underwhelmed by Anidala fics and their lack of Funky Fun AUs

Any AU where they aren't dating is one where they still need to be kind of insane, together, about love .

AUs

Time Travel is “I Miss My Wife” time

Hidden Lockpick

Tasteful Sideboob

Sugar Baby Anakin

The Queen of “I Can Fix Her”

Anakin’s crush on Padme could have been comphet

Fake Married Obi/Padme (actual married Anidala)

Anakin donated to a sperm bank, and said sperm accidentally goes to Padme (somehow, this is Obi-Wan’s problem)

They were both influenced by Sith Magic to fall in love, and when Palpatine dies... well. They’re friends, but marriage counseling is on the table.

If you’re going to have Anakin Force-trick Padme into loving him, at least do it in an interesting way

Anakin’s Manic Episode - This AU is in the Wider AUs masterlist

Wii Brain Anakin - John Mulaney Skit

Fucked Up Fusion AU

Bribing Rex to secrecy with Cheetohs

Anidala and the Bimbofication Ray

Anidala as context for why I think Satine/Padme wouldn’t quite work

Anakin has a very specific section of his memory carved out by Ventress, and can no longer remember Padme or Palpatine; primary complication is that Padme is halfway through her pregnancy .

Modern AU

Anakin the Temp - Hospital Proposal

Journalist Padme

Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall

Obi-Wan is concerned about sugar baby Anakin

Anidala is weirdly perfect for a serial killer tag team

Not-quite-a-WandaVision AU (Anidala are trying so hard to be a Normal Suburban Couple)

Otherwise ‘normal’ girl falls for a hitman

Divorced but still sharing the dogs (Artoo and Threepio) or the kids (twins)

AAYLA & ANAKIN

Aayla Babysits Anakin, now with meme (This isn’t a single AU just all the same theme, so I’m not tossing it on the wider AUs list)

“Hey Aayla? They gave me a kid and I don’t know what to do.”

More of the same

The Pamphlet Game

Fake Dating

Please Like My Friends

* Ficlet: Same Pains, Different Chains

Aayla is to Anakin as Anakin is to Ahsoka

Briefcase Child - NOW WITH FANART by @bi-wan

I need an adult

CODYKIN

How the Codykin started

Codykin pet names

Anakin just wants Cody’s attention

People judge Cody but he’s winning, soooo

Not Cody’s Problem

Ficlet-ish (mostly about how the power dynamics even out and Anakin’s kind of into authority.

* Codykin&Rexsoka - Artoo the Emotional Support Dog

Catboy Ani

Anakin just really wants to impress Cody somehow

What I need out of a Codakin fic

Anakin does the 🥺 face when Cody is mean to him

Why I ship it

REXSOKA

Rexsoka matching formalwear by @mercurialvoid

Ahsoka and Rex go to Tatooine

Rex and Ahsoka get accidentally married, decide to see what it does to bureaucracy if they file it instead of getting it annulled

QPP Tax Marriage: Rex and Ahsoka

“If Lost, Return To” T-shirts

Modern AU Age Difference

QUINOBI

Kiffu Selkie AU - The Trust

Omegaverse QuinObi with fic by @threebea

Parks and Rec vibes

Why QuinObi?

Hallmark Christmas Movie AU (QuinObi/BailBreha foursome)

Ahsoka is the QuinObi Oops baby

Gimme a proper epic, I am begging

JANGOBI

Politically Charged Gay Chicken AU

All the clones are crushing on Obi-Wan... and he dates Jango

Jangobi, enabled by Anakin

Boba Ships Jangobi (and Clones taking care of Boba)

All about the kids

Jangobi: Obi-Wan brings his new boyfriend to Thanksgiving Dinner (it’s awful) - it’s about the antique auctions

Jangobi but it’s all about Anakin and Boba (also Bo-Katan and Ventress start dating)

Arranged marriage Jangobitine?

OBITINE

Obitine but Make it Yakety Sax

Cobitine Bodyswap

Obitine as a T4T power couple send tweet

Obitine: It’s About the Yearning

Obitine in the context of Obi-Wan’s Legends backstory

Yotr, but Obi-Wan is raised Trad Mando

Arranged marriage AU, feat. Jango and Bo-Katan

In which the Obitine baby is mostly for politics, but at least a little to piss off Jango

Role Swap AU

Tatooine Marriage

Trans girl Obi-Wan

Jedi and Mandalorian sword dancing

Obitine+Jinn are joined by Jango. Now Jango and Qui-Gon are united in trying not to notice the teenagers Getting Horny.

Is this actually a pattern or am I just seeing what I want to see? (Obi-Wan’s ships are usually white blonde women, or men of color.)

This is several ships, mostly with Obi-Wan (JangObi, BailObi, but also Jango/Mace), but primarily Obitine and QuinObi, as well as a Barrakin plot.

REXWALKER

Boba’s Crush on Anakin ft. Rexwalker

Anakin needs Cody’s help to hit on Rex

Rexwalker Fake Dating

Fake Marriage (Again)

* Yet Another Rexwalker AU (Anakin never left Tatooine) - Obi-Wan will micromanage

Arm Candy

Rex has a crush on Anakin (and Cody’s judging his taste)

Imperial Consort Rex

Protection vibes

Rex seduces his General as a ploy to gain protection for himself and his brothers, and it works a little too well

Lovebug AU

College AU: Stripper Anakin is in Rex’s engineering class

It’s about the Forearms

REXANIDALA

The Rex/Padme side of Rexanidala

Rex deserves kisses too

Rexwalker/Anidala Soulmate AU stuff: nsfw, sfw

Rex is Obi-Wan’s platonic sugar baby (for societal reasons), is actually Anidala’s third

History AU: Trans Anidala, bodyguard Rex

Anakin is the princess in the tower, and has five (5) friends (four of them are employees)

#masterlists #star wars #shipping #phoenix posts

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techieninja18 · 4 years

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Buzz/Jessie and Hans/Anna (because I find these so interesting)

Hans and Anna: Has there been an instance where one of you kept something important a secret from the other?

Basil: Oh yeah... In this AU I'm still me from modern times sent back in time to the GMD world at several different points as a mouse (I know that's cliche but I don't really care, I'm making it work) but of course I can't explain that to Basil, at least not for a long time. Basil is frustrated by me at first because there are things about me he can't figure out and it doesn't make sense that there's no record of me anywhere. I want to be honest with him but I'm too afraid he'll think I'm straight up lying and insulting his intelligence by thinking he'd buy that, or he'd think I was insane and at worst send me to an insane asylum or something. The secrecy definitely causes tension but I don't feel I can tell him the truth until I have some way to prove/back up my claim (I have an idea for that actually, and it would prove important to another major character if I used it...). Eventually though the truth will have to come out and it will be a lot for Basil to process at first but it will make enough sense and he'll come around and we'll end up stronger together because of it.

Ratigan: Yep, same thing as with Basil but it drives him absolutely nuts not knowing the truth because he already knows something unusual is going on since he's met me multiple times decades apart and I'm pretty much the same age even though I shouldn't be. He is determined to figure out what my deal is, but I feel like I can't tell him for the same reasons I can't tell Basil along with the possibility that he might try to use my being from the future to his advantage if given the opportunity, and I can't let that happen. It will have to come out eventually with him too and that reveal won't be easy, but it will be necessary at the time.

Obi-Wan: Oh Ben please forgive me, yes... In that AU I'm still me who's found my way into the Star Wars universe at multiple points in the timelines (kinda like the GMD AU where I'm not there for long periods of time and don't seem to age much, but in this AU I stay human. I still don't care if that's cliche, lol I'm doing it anyway since this is purely a daydream universe unlike the GMD one, which I might actually try to write at some point). This version of me knows exactly how the story goes, that Anakin will turn to the dark side, that Palpatine is like the ultimate evil, etc., but I can't tell anyone what I know. As much as I love and care for Obi-Wan I cannot tell him about the horrible things to come or stop him from experiencing so much pain even though I know everything (like, somehow I just physically cannot, and even if I could I don't know how I'd tell him and I'd be afraid that things might somehow end up worse or it will happen anyway because it's the will of the Force or something). It breaks my heart having to keep that secret but makes the time we have together all the more precious because I know it cannot last.

Steelbeak: Original Darkwing Duck Steelbeak-- Well, he certainly doesn't care who knows he's a chief agent for FOWL, he's actually quite proud of that, so that wouldn't be an issue for him in this version... I haven't decided yet if in this AU I'm still going to be me entering the DuckTales universe or if this version of me will be from that universe, but if I go with the former that will still be a secret. Otherwise the biggest secret would be that I know the secret identity of Darkwing Duck and where he lives, and that definitely cannot come out.

DT17 Steelbeak-- In this AU I am actually a character from that universe with a backstory and whatnot so, because of that, I won't know for a while that Steelbeak is an agent of FOWL. He'll have to try to keep that a secret but eventually I'll find out. When that happens I'll probably have to keep our relationship a secret from the McDuck family, Launchpad, and Drake Mallard (who I'll already be good friends with) because by the time I make the discovery of Steelbeak's role in FOWL Launchpad and Dewey will already have interacted with him as a bad guy, and Drake will start really taking up the Darkwing persona, so them knowing could cause problems. Steelbeak would probably have to keep our friendship/relationship secret from FOWL too because they wouldn't like him interacting with someone so close with their rivals (McDuck family and Darkwing).

Buzz and Jessie: Who fell in love first and were they the first to confess?

Basil: I definitely fell first but would not want to be the first to admit it. I think when he realizes he's fallen too he won't want to admit it either and we'll both be afraid of messing up the good thing we have by saying anything because neither of us can tell at first if the other feels the same way. I think the confession would come out during or immediately after some life-threatening moment and it would be pretty sudden. Ideally I think we'd say it at the same time, and let the moment of surprise and disbelief wash over us as we tried to figure out if we really heard what we just thought we'd heard. If one of us had to admit it first though I'm guessing it would probably be me.

Ratigan: I think he'd actually realize he'd fallen first. He'd probably be driving himself crazy over my secret trying to figure it out and be wondering why the hell he cared so much and it would just hit him all of the sudden that he did actually care. He probably wouldn't want to admit it any more than I would when I realized that I actually cared too, but he would probably be the first to confess because I can't see me admitting it first (lol I have a hard enough time telling people he's one of my F/O's and the reasoning since it's complicated and I feel like it's weird, so I sure as hell wouldn't want to say anything and I certainly wouldn't expect to hear from him that he cared). It would probably come out during some argument/conflict, and before then I would've probably shown him more compassion than he'd expect for something and maybe even prevented him from some harm (because even with who he became I can't bring myself to wish serious harm on him), and he may have realized I felt something too so he would have felt ok saying something. The confession would be a shock to me and would also probably be the end of whatever issue we were dealing with at the time and he'd just leave me alone with my thoughts.

Obi-Wan: I don't know who'd feel it first tbh, but I have a feeling that it's something we would both just Know. Like I headcanon myself as being Force sensitive in that AU so he and I would be able to just Feel it before having to say anything.

Steelbeak: Original Darkwing Duck Steelbeak-- I'm not really sure yet, but I'm guessing he'd be the first to fall. With some of the banter we have going on I can kinda see him accidentally show some sign of having a heart and actually caring a little, and I might kinda jokingly call him out like "Oh, did you actually do something nice for me? I didn't realize you cared" and then he'd get flustered and try to deny it but it would suddenly become clear that he actually did. That realization would probably make me stop and reevaluate things and have that "Oh. Oh no..." moment as I realized I actually liked him too.

DT17 Steelbeak-- I think we might both fall about the same time. We'd both be a little resistant to it because in many ways we are quite a bit different so it doesn't seem like something that should work, and neither of us would be used to feeling anything like that or having anyone else care for us that way, so it would be kinda uncomfortable for both of us to admit at first. I kinda think he might start to confess but get nervous and stop, but I'd realize what he meant and just take him by the hand and look him in the eyes while smiling and be like "same." After that we'd be a little more open about it, but we'd each have our own ways of showing it and maybe wouldn't say it outright, but it'd be ok since we'll understand each other's type of love language.

Thanks again, Katie! 🥰

#ask games #f/o's #Basil #Ratigan #Obi-Wan #Steelbeak #Katie

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