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mischievouschan4 · 6 months

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WIP Wednesday - Lawyer!AU (Obikin)

Trying to keep this up for the third week in a row! Another rendition of “what I’d like to write as a full fic but don’t have the brain space, so it’s just going to be classified as a WIP and posted on Wednesday” lol 🙈

Get ready for allllllll the fluff!

It’s Obikin this week (SFW)~~

Anakin snuggles into Obi-Wan's side after a long day of packing as they settle in for the night. They're getting ready to head out on a two week vacation abroad in the morning, and it had taken FOREVER for Anakin to pick out their outfits.

We need to be coordinated for the cute photos, babe!

Obi-Wan had nodded sagely and obediently went back to organizing their toiletries, leaving Anakin to fret work in peace. Divide and conquer and all that.

But it's finally sorted now, and Anakin just wants to enjoy some nice cuddles before sleeping.

In bed, Obi-Wan shifts obligingly to accommodate Anakin's bulk and turns his head to kiss the younger man's temple on autopilot. It warms Anakin to the core, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the thought of how sweet Obi-Wan is with him...even if said man is still tapping away at his phone when Anakin is clearly vying for his attention...

Anakin stifles a sigh. By now, he is used to this to a certain extent, but it definitely took a LOT of heated discussion (read: crying and yelling) and emotional support (read: Padme frantically playing middle woman) at the beginning of their relationship before Anakin could even comprehend why this was an issue.

You see, Obi-Wan just so happens to be one of the most sought after corporate liability lawyers in all of Coruscant City. His employer, Jedi Inc, represents almost 80% of the HoloNet 500's top companies, and he is a busy busy man. And unlike Anakin, a senior test pilot for the Republic Engineering Corporation, Obi-Wan doesn't have the privilege of just leaving his work at work. Anakin has spent many a night bringing snacks and hot tea to their home office while Obi-Wan toils away into the early hours of the morning.

Ever the caring partner, Obi-Wan is, of course, apologetic about his inability to give Anakin his undivided attention all the time, but it’s only because Obi-Wan is proud of his work and wants to give it his best effort. It had taken some time for Anakin to come to terms with this aspect of how Obi-Wan wants to prioritize his time. But on the flip side, Obi-Wan has also made progress in leaps and bounds when it comes to adjusting that mindset, having come to the realization that there is indeed much more to life than winning cases. Obi-Wan has the sexiest man in Coruscant in his bed for Force's sake, a fact he is incredibly grateful for.

"Are you seriously working right now?" Anakin asks with a pout.

Obi-Wan pauses and turns to kiss Anakin again, this time on the younger man's cheek, and he sighs, "No, darling, believe it or not. I'm actually just trying to look for the email with our chauffeur's information. They're supposed to pick us up once we land, but I didn’t see the booking confirmation come through."

It’s Anakin's turn to sigh. "Did you use your work email again?"

Obi-Wan chuckles sheepishly. Even though he checks his work email religiously, Obi-Wan still isn’t able to keep up with everything, and sometimes things get lost when his executive assistant files things away in the complicated system she has going on. It’s far too late in the night to text her to ask where she might have saved this one.

Anakin tugs the phone out of Obi-Wan's hands and starts to do his own search. (Obi-Wan never lets Anakin look at his work email from his laptop, but the phone screen is small enough that the previews don't show any confidential information, so he allows it sparingly.)

Anakin tries a few keywords:

"confirmation"

"reservation"

Nothing relevant comes up (mostly just hotel and flight bookings for Obi-Wan's numerous work trips). But then he tries:

"receipt"

And a single subject line at the bottom of the screen catches his eye.

[Order fulfilled] Final receipt for your custom Cartier order No. 501212...

Anakin's fingers freeze over the touch screen. Because holy shit. HOLY SHIT. His breath catches in his throat.

Anakin will fully admit that he only knows the bare minimum about carats and bands and shapes and luster, but even he recognizes the brand name of one of the top jewelry companies in the world. And a custom order at this stage of their relationship can mean only one thing...

Okay, so it’s not completely out of the blue, the two of them have talked about marriage seriously many times, and it's clear that it's more a matter of "when" and not "if" for both of them. They've even casually looked at some rings together. But!!! To know that it's going to be a sure thing? That forever is going to become more that just a possibility? Anakin's heart beat thunders in his ears.

As quickly as he can get over his shock, Anakin deletes the word 'receipt' and tries 'pick-up' instead. There are a few results that look promising, so Anakin passes the phone back to Obi-Wan with slightly shaky hands and tries his best to pretend like nothing's happened. He doesn't want Obi-Wan to feel bad that his surprise is ruined, after all.

But Anakin has never been good at concealing his emotions, especially from the people he cares about.

So after a few moments of tension-filled silence where Anakin knows and Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows and Anakin knows that Obi-Wan knows that Anakin knows, he breaks out into the widest grin that's ever graced his face. Anakin smiles until his cheeks can't possibly stretch any further and an ecstatic squeal escapes him.

He turns so that he's laying half on top of Obi-Wan and gazing into his lover's anxious face. Anakin can't help it, he's just so happy! Obi-Wan loves HIM! He wants Anakin! Forever! No returns allowed! Anakin can feel his cheeks flushing a bright red in his excitement.

Despite Obi-Wan’s initial dismay at the untimely spoiler, the sight of the younger man's unfiltered joy washes away any misgivings Obi-Wan has, and he slowly relaxes, accepting the fact that the tooka cat is officially out of the crate now.

"Is it here?" Anakin asks in a whisper, practically vibrating with anticipation.

Obi-Wan chuckles and nods, starting to feel his own excitement build.

"Is it somewhere in our bags?" Anakin follows-up.

Another nod, this time accompanied by a sly grin.

Anakin squeals again and buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck. The younger man kicks his feet adorably, making a mess of their shared duvet, but unable to contain the adrenalin coursing through him.

Obi-Wan wraps his arms around Anakin's shaking body and rubs a soothing hand up and down the younger man's broad back. He can tell Anakin is happy, and that's all Obi-Wan can ever wish for.

"Okay," Anakin says after he's calmed down a little. "Okay, okay! I just want you to know, I love you so much, Obi-Wan. So so so much. And, I promise I won't ask about anything else, but just in case, I want you to know that I love you and that I can't wait."

A matching grin graces Obi-Wan's features at Anakin's confession, and his eyes crinkle in the way that indicates he's smiling a broad, genuine smile. "I know, sweetheart, and I love you too."

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Everything ends up working out with their chauffer.

And Obi-Wan doesn't wait long to pop the question once they land at their destination, knowing Anakin will appreciate having the rest of their trip to maximize the celebrations and take advantage of every opportunity to show off to anyone and everyone who would give him the time of day.

Obi-Wan had spent months organizing with the resort they are staying at to arrange for a private beachside proposal. Everything had been so perfectly coordinated. Does it matter that the whole operation was spoiled by an email snafu? Obi-Wan refuses to let it. It’s all about the mindset, and if Anakin is happy, then Obi-Wan is happy too.

So on the second day of their trip, after a day of swimming in the beach, Obi-Wan tells Anakin to freshen up before dinner and smiles enigmatically at the younger man's pleading eyes. Patience, he'd whispered and patted Anakin's bum to get him moving.

When it gets closer to sunset, Obi-Wan threads Anakin's fingers in between his own and leads his love down a secret staircase at the back of the hotel property. It leads down to a small private beach with white sand and picturesque rolling waves. Their way down is lined with sweet smelling flower bushes and affords them an exquisite view of the glittering water at golden hour.

Anakin looks positively ethereal in the sunlight, and Obi-Wan wishes that he could capture the image forever (before he remembers that he'd hired a whole team of videographers to record the entire thing from multiple angles and reminds himself to just enjoy the moment). Obi-Wan was worried he would be more disappointed that the element of surprise was missing, but in actuality, knowing the ending affords both of them the opportunity to fully appreciate every detail along the way without any distracting nervousness.

When they reach the sand, they toe off their shoes, and Obi-Wan leads them to a picnic area set up with fairy lights, a romantic dinner with finger foods, and flowers, lots and lots of flowers. (Anakin grew up in an arid, desert city, so flowers are now one of his favorite things). There's a bluetooth speaker hidden somewhere playing a relaxing instrumental track.

As Anakin is busy admiring the spread, Obi-Wan gets down on one knee and presents the innocuous red velvet box that has sparked so much anticipation over the last few days. He holds it open and watches Anakin's face light up when he turns around, not at the sight of the ring in his hands, Obi-Wan notes distantly, but at Obi-Wan himself. Tears gather in Anakin's eyes as he gazes, riveted, into Obi-Wan's face.

"Anakin-"

"YES!" the younger man shouts preemptively.

Obi-Wan can't help but laugh. "I haven't even asked you anything!"

"Sorry!" Anakin apologizes even though he clearly doesn't mean it at all. He's still smiling giddily and holding a hand over his mouth as if he needs the physical reminder to keep quiet.

Obi-Wan clears his throat to stifle his grin and tries again. "Anakin, my darling," Obi-Wan says, voice suddenly rough as he fights off the urge to cry as well. Everything is just so perfect. "You've been the Light of my life, my Chosen one, from the moment we met. You've stuck with me through all the ups and downs these past seven years, and I have felt our love grow at every turn. You are my Peace, my Freedom, and I can't imagine a future without you. Will you do me the honor of being my husband?"

"Yes!" Anakin shouts again as he jumps up and down, crashing down into Obi-Wan to hug him before getting up to jump some more, yelling his enthusiastic "I do's" the entire time.

Obi-Wan wipes his eyes and carefully cradles Anakin's left hand to slip the ring on. It's a bit of a struggle with how much Anakin is moving, but it's a perfect fit.

Once Anakin sees the band slide on, he full-on tackles the older man, barreling into Obi-Wan with arms and legs wrapping around his lover and knocking them both to the ground. Obi-Wan isn't sure that Anakin has even looked at the design of the ring once. Silly boy, Obi-Wan thinks to himself, but it’s just like Anakin to overlook the little details in the hurricane of his enthusiasm. It’s alright, Obi-Wan knows. We’ll look at it more closely together later. He’d designed it especially for them, after all. A pair of wings, twined around each other as they circle the star in the center, a gorgeously inset marquise diamond.

"I'm so happy, Obi-Wan," Anakin cries. "This was so perfect, oh my god, I'm so happy I could die."

Obi-Wan sits both of them up and kisses his now fiancé once. Twice. Before pulling back to admire how absolute bliss looks on his lover's radiant face. Stunning. Just stunning. The bright flush of Anakin's cheeks, his golden halo of hair, his sparkling blue eyes. Obi-Wan can't help but kiss Anakin again.

"There is one more thing," Obi-Wan says as he gets to his feet, extending a hand for Anakin. "Before you hypothetically die, I require your signature."

Anakin clings to Obi-Wan's arm as they make their way back to the picnic area where, along with all the food on the table, Anakin also notices a rather large, flat wooden box.

Obi-Wan props the lid open and Anakin throws his head back, practically howling with laughter, at the contents inside. It's so Obi-Wan that Anakin's chest hurts from the fondness that threatens to burst forth, too big and too exuberant to be contained by his rib cage any longer. It's a contract. For their engagement.

"Darling, you must understand," Obi-Wan says, mirth evident in his eyes and bubbling up in his voice. "I'll need more than a verbal commitment for your agreement to stand, only a contract can be binding."

Anakin reads the words on the single sheet of paper inside the box as he leans his weight against Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. His fiancé!!!

"On this day, the __ of __ _____ , this Exclusive Engagement Agreement ("The Engagement") is hereby entered into by the Promisor, the undersigned, who does commit to a concordance of marriage with the Promisee ("Obi-Wan Kenobi") upon presentation and exchange of goods and services ("The Engagement Ring" and "The Proposal," respectively). The Promisor does further agree to participate in a binding ceremony to legally recognize the union of the two individuals, the Promisor and the Promisee, within an appropriate timeframe deemed acceptable by both parties at a later date."

There is a line at the bottom for Anakin to print and sign his name. The pen is also provided.

Anakin does his best to scribble today’s date and his signature on the paper given that one arm seems to be permanently wrapped around Obi-Wan, and he turns to kiss the older man again as soon as he finishes. It's almost an addiction at this point. He wants to kiss Obi-Wan forever.

A thought occurs to Anakin suddenly, and he thinks of the perfect way to let Obi-Wan know just how much he appreciates and respects that law will be an irrevocable part of their lives. He’s picked up a thing or two over the years.

Anakin pulls back from their kiss reluctantly and says with a smirk, "Mr. Kenobi, thank you for the thorough preparation of today's paperwork. Before we conclude our business, I must insist on receiving a copy of this contract for my own records."

Delight flits across Obi-Wan's face as he gives a hearty laugh of his own. "That's very good, sweetheart. We'll make a lawyer of you yet!"

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Today’s drabble is inspired by:

this Tumblr post

a recent conversation I had with my lawyer friend about her brother’s engagement (how saying “yes” is only a verbal commitment)

the last chapter of my holy grail Suits fanfic, Pizza and a Movie, re: asking for a signed copy of the documentation

FYI, I am by no means a lawyer, so please don't come at me for my sad attempt at legalese.

Also, please let me know if you found some easter eggs throughout LOL there were some ironic ones in Obi-Wan’s proposal speech 🤣

#mischievouschan4 writes #obikin #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #tooth rotting fluff #engagement #they're sickeningly in love #healthy relationships #lawyer obi-wan #test pilot anakin #WIP Wednesday #I just wanted to write something cuteeee

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duxhess-kryzewan · 3 years

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I love your jinn!universe so much!!! If you're still doing prompts, might I suggest the Skywalkers and Ahsoka meeting Jinn for the first time?

- Genetics -

Jinn was one part Obi-Wan and two parts Satine.

It was the first thing that went through Ahsoka's mind within moments of meeting her. Even at the tender age of three she had exhibited many traits of her parents.

They hadn't kept her hidden, per say. But even with the Galaxy at relative peace Satine and Obi-Wan had their reservations about sharing their daughter with the world. After all, the Jedi Order and Mandalore have had a terse relationship in the past, and the looming concern that their daughters birth would cause significant backlash was ever present in their minds.

So Jinn was kept out of the public eye, with a majority of her time spent with Satine in Sundari Palace. Even Anakin, Obi-Wans most trusted friend hadn't been allowed to see her until now, a fact that her master was a tad bitter about, but much more understanding as a father himself.

Ahsoka on the other hand was a bit more patient with the couple, though that resolve was beginning to wear thin, and she was grateful they had finally granted them permission to meet Jinn.

She watches as Satine runs her fingers through her daughters hair, a thick mane of auburn that burned brightly against her pale complexion, a trait that comes directly from her mother. Her eyes - a stunning blue - could belong to either of her parents, but something tells her the color comes from Satine too.

Jinn toddles over to Padme, whom she had immediately taken a liking too, and extends her arms. Out of the corner of her eye she watches as Obi-Wans gaze momentarily leaves his daughter and settles on Satine, and he looks at her with such adoration that Ahsoka feels like she's intruding on a private moment.

"She's awfully quiet for a toddler." Anakin comments as he watches his wife dote on the girl.

Obi-Wan smiles and moves across the room to stand beside Satine, "Always has been."

Ahsoka watches as Satine brushes the backs of her fingers against Obi-Wans, a subtle show of affection that she's sure she wasn't supposed to see.

"I was actually a bit concerned," Satine begins, "Because of how little she was speaking. Turned out she just picks and chooses when she'll do so."

"Stark contrast to her mother, who has no issue speaking her mind." Obi-Wan says with a smug grin.

Satine glares at him, but there's a hint of a smile playing at her lips and Ahsoka knows she's much more amused than annoyed.

"The patience of her parents." Padme comments with a tender grin, and she couldn't help but mentally agree.

Obi-Wans hand settles on Satine's hip, a ghost of a touch that Ahsoka is sure they wouldn't have been bold enough to do in front of an audience years ago. She supposes the presence of their daughter had changed that.

"Is she-," Ahsoka begins to say, but pauses, considering her words, "Has she exhibited any signs that she's force sensitive?"

Something flashes across Satine's face, a brief emotion that Ahsoka isn't quite able to place. Relief, perhaps?

"Not that we've seen," Obi-Wan answers, and Ahsoka can see his grip on Satine's waist tighten ever so slightly, "At this point she likely would have shown signs."

She wonders if Obi-Wan was disappointed or elated by his daughters lack of force sensitivity. Relieved, she would imagine, the last thing he would have ever wanted was for the order to try and take her. Not that Satine would ever have allowed it. That much Ahsoka is sure of.

"She's beautiful." She finds herself saying, eyes suddenly unable to leave Jinn. She had every bit of her mothers delicate features and steady demeanor. Hair color aside, she was practically the spitting image of Satine.

Obi-Wan looks down at Satine and grins, "She gets it from her mother."

Satine blushes profusely, and she can see she's hardly able to bite back a smile at his words.

Ahsoka feels a warmth spread through her at the sight. Padme and Anakin aside, she rarely bares witness to someone looking at another person with such love and adoration. She knows without a doubt that the love Obi-Wan and Satine share for each other, and subsequently their daughter, is something she hopes she'll be lucky enough to have.

Her attention turns back to Jinn, who had decided to break her ongoing silence and giggle at Anakin, and she's suddenly certain that there isn't a little girl in the galaxy as loved as her.

#obitine #obi wan x satine #obitine fanfic #obitine fanfiction #obitine prompt #jinn!universe #dad!obi wan #hello all I’m back and ready to write more Obitine content #I had writers block I’m sorry y’all

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Its Own Reward

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Words: 2,098

Summary: If, at times of unseemly emotional vulnerability, Tech found himself longing for the one thing The Bad Batch didn’t have... well, that was between him and his overactive mind, thank you very much.

Warnings: Mentions of blood/injury later on, but very minor

A clone's favorite game, in the whole wide galaxy, was Picture Your General.

Picture your general in the heat of battle, lightsaber flashing, tearing through Separatist forces with the intensity of a Kaminoan storm.

Picture you general in the aftermath, entering a meditative state, calming the battalion with their mind alone.

Picture your general giving an order and you, standing tall, accept it with pride. Picture yourself as their right-hand man. Their greatest asset. The tool that will win this war.

Of course, at this stage one brother or another would point out the flaws in the fantasy. "Only a few of us will ever speak to them," they'd say. "You're not making Captain. Commander? Dream on. And watch the arrogance, vod. We're important, sure, but we're disposable too. No one is going to mourn us when we fall, certainly not a Jedi."

From there they would either grow quiet in discomfort, or pummel the offender with whatever was in reach, depending on the makeup of the group. No matter the outcome though, the game would inevitably repeat just a few hours later, picked up by everyone from the youngest cadet, to soldiers a day from their first assignment. Every clone in existence wanted to picture their general; imagine up a person worthy of the Kaminoans' stories and, though shared with more reservations, imagine the place they'd find at their side.

Every clone, that is, but Tech.

Well, he supposed Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair might be the same, but that was a hypothesis he hadn't tested yet. Out of everything Tech still needed to learn, that was rather low on his priority list. Meanwhile, spending time on a useless game was downright foolish. Oh, he had nothing against games on their own — they fostered a number of desirable outcomes, including, but far from limited to, a social comradery that would serve them well in battle — but this game, Picture Your General, had nothing to offer him. For the simple reason that Tech would never have one.

It was a fact the Regs took great pleasure in pointing out. Frequently.

"Ignore them," Crosshair said, stealing an extra ration off Tech's tray. History implied that he wasn't actually that hungry, merely interested in teasing Wrecker with the extra food. He'd pretend to save it for most of the night until, inevitably, handing it off as a grudging, midnight snack. Crosshair played with the food, but Tech knew his attention was on the rowdy group to their left. "They're not worth it."

Given that it was just the two of them, Tech allowed himself a scowl, snatching the ration back. He had nothing against Wrecker receiving additional food, especially given his fast metabolism, but it was the principal of the thing. This was his. "Says the man who instigated four altercations this week."

"I like riling them up." The food moved back to Crosshair's side of the table. "You don't."

"You're mistaken. I take great pleasure in correcting our less cordial brothers. Though their initial claim is sound, the reasons for why we will not be assigned a Jedi are erroneous in the extreme."

"You mean that we're useless, unwanted defects who don't deserve to lick a Jedi's boots?"

"While I wouldn't have phrased it quite like that... yes. It's factually incorrect."

"Hmm. Your face doesn't say 'factually incorrect.'"

"That's because you're stealing my food!"

"You're mistaken," Crosshair mimicked, this time stuffing the ration deep into his pocket where Tech didn't have a hope of reclaiming it. "Ignore them."

Tech rarely denied himself the chance to speak at length on any topic he pleased, but this time he bit down on the retort that he literally could not. The Kaminoans had ensured that he picked up and payed attention to everything around him, even what he didn't want to hear.

Still, clones were nothing if not adaptable and very little in this galaxy was black and white. The very thing Tech craved was also evidence of his greatest joy: the rest of his squad. They weren't made for a Jedi, they were made for each other. The Regs might have seen that as another defect, but Tech understood the inevitability of balance. If he wanted something as remarkable as his team, he had to give up something else in turn.

Like the knowledge that someone else, anyone else, was fighting for them. To the Kaminoans they were property. Expensive and prized property, no doubt, but even the most beautiful tool would be discarded in time. To the other clones they were outsiders, a blight on everything else they took pride in. And to the Jedi they were... non-existent. Or near enough, Tech supposed. When called to assist a battalion they usually did so on the outskirts, getting into the enemy territory their brothers couldn't negotiate, leaving for the next suicide mission by the time they'd caught up. It resulted in a reputation that was, ironically, quite uniform, given their otherwise individualistic looks and personalities. The Bad Batch was a team of four who did what other clones couldn't. That's all the Jedi needed to know; presumably wanted to know. And Tech could hardly fault them for that when in the midst of a war. Like him, they had much more important matters to occupy their thoughts.

That naïve indifference — an inability to be seen — might have been bearable if Tech hadn't accumulated such a clear picture of them. Oh yes, much of it came down to his academic nature, scrolling through datapads in the dead of night, soaking up information about anything, but especially that which was so crucial to the war... but there were stories too. The GAR was full of them. Whereas cadets played Picture Your General, soldiers spoke of the real thing, at times even more fantastical than their imaginings. Whispers spread through the ranks of Master Obi-Wan's compassion, claims that he fought for clones on and off the battlefield, giving as much respect as he demanded in turn. His former Padawan was, they said, as much a vod as any of them, prone to establishing an equality based on practical jokes and near-death situations — the kind of insanity clones were genetically predisposed to enjoy. There was talk that Unduli welcomed every soldier into her ranks with a Mirialan ritual, that Windu was fighting for clone rights in the Senate, even jokes that Plo Kloon had millions of adoption papers ready and waiting for the war's end... utter nonsense that last bit, of course. Yet every time Tech scoffed at a Reg's unseemly devotion, an awful little voice in the back of his head pointed out that the jokes had to stem from something. One did not craft rumors about a Jedi's kindness unless they had done quite a bit to establish it in the first place.

Tech didn't need kindness, only assurances. Bonds with the Jedi provided his brothers with a connection outside of the Kaminoans. They were building a network, however small, for the day this war ended. The Jedi Council would fight for the clones, Tech was sure of that... but would they fight for a shadowy, defective squad they knew little about? Their place in this galaxy began with each other and ended with the occasional, dubious acquaintance of Hunter’s. That was not enough to survive on and Tech cared only about such practical matters.

At least, that’s what he told himself for a time, but it wasn’t in Tech’s nature to dismiss facts. Like how once Master Shaak Ti had laid a hand on his arm after training, bestowing a smile and words of praise that Tech later kicked himself for missing, too busy being disgustingly flummoxed by the attention. That warmth, gifted three different ways, stayed with him long after they'd left their simulations behind, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't rationalize it away as planning for the future.

Tech wanted a Jedi of his own. He simply... wanted.

In time those feelings didn't abate, but they were buried under an avalanche of new ones which, from a technical standpoint, he supposed amounted to much the same. After Kaller, Tech had lost his purpose in serving the Republic. Worse, he'd lost a member of his squad, even if he eventually got him back. Crosshair's presence now could no more lessen his past absence than food in one's hand could feed a starving man from yesterday. Tech's home was gone. The familiarity of his brothers' faces, even those twisted with cruelty, was something he craved. Everything from the rooms they'd once slept in to the smell of sterilized halls— all absent. So if Tech sometimes stared out at the stars and felt horrifyingly incomplete, who was he to say what that stemmed from? There were too many possibilities. The data was corrupted beyond repair and trying to divide what he'd lost from what the Kaminoans had denied him was an entirely useless endeavor. An experiment not worth his time.

Still, Tech was made of curiosity. His mind was always on the lookout for patterns and new information, whether he wanted it to be or not. In truth though, he figured that Omega's near death was an experience that would have stood out to anyone, genius not required.

Her screams were quite the conductor for one's focus.

"Shoot it! Shoot it!"

The order was for Crosshair, but Hunter couldn't see that he'd been knocked out by the krykna's last attack, one spindly leg the size of a cruiser slamming into his side. Hunter himself was trapped, hands scrambling to free his leg from the cave's crevice even as he yelled. Tech noted, in the dim way his mind noticed most things during a crisis, that he was now using his knife for leverage, cutting into his calf in the process, uncaring. Meanwhile, Wrecker was overwhelmed by the krykna's cluster, something about his size and boisterous nature attracting them like... well. Like kryknas to a clone. Echo was trying to help, but the planet's magnetic field had been messing with his prosthetics ever since they'd landed. Tech saw them both disappear under a small mountain of the creatures, yelling Omega's name all the while.

And Tech... he was running. Yes. He realized that now, legs pounding across the ground, heedless of the numerous arachnid bodies that crunched beneath his boots. He couldn't say that his attention was solely on Omega, her face now just inches from the krykna's pincers. It never was. Tech couldn't help but catalogue a hundred other observations as she neared death's door, most of them quite distressing. Like the difference in height between him and his brothers. Or his abysmal scores in sprinting back on Kamino. Omega was at least five meters away whereas the krykna, most assuredly, was not.

I'm going to lose another one, Tech thought as his next laborious pant turned into a sob. Probability proves it.

Thank the Maker his calculations were incomplete.

Later, the five of them would describe the sensation as akin to static electricity. Even Crosshair, unconscious, would say that he'd felt something passing along his skin, heedless of armor and all the more disconcerting for being... impossible. An impossible memory. Only Tech and Hunter saw it though, the moment when the krykna rose off the ground and flew, all five tons of it, slamming into the opposite wall where its skull caved in like an over-ripe fruit.

Omega sat with her little hand outstretched, looking just as dumbfounded as her brothers. When he finally reached her, Tech found evidence of the krykna's teeth on either side of her neck. They'd only just punctured the skin.

A moment of certain death, averted through instinct. Destiny? Perhaps some combination of the two.

"It's okay. You're okay. Omega, please breathe for me."

Tech was blessed — sometimes cursed — with an extraordinary memory, the ability to recall not just books' worth of information, but images in perfect clarity too. Superimposed over a sobbing Omega was a cadet from his youth. No one important. No one whose name Tech had bothered to learn, uninterested in remembering it against his will. But the boy's words had already been spoken.

"Kriff, maybe we're wrong, vod! Maybe the defect will get a Jedi. After all, don't they say the Force works in mysterious ways?"

An insult, a taunt, and now perhaps a speck of wisdom that Tech should have heeded. He pulled Omega into his arms, one gloved hand sinking into her curls, the other wrapping tight around her waist. He'd performed this gesture a hundred times before, but this time it felt like something slotted into place.

"There you are," Tech whispered and for now, he'd pretend that this was nothing more than a reassurance.

#TBB #The Bad Batch #TBB Fic #Tech #Omega #Crosshair #TBBfic #Star Trek #SW

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norcumii · 3 years

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Yesss you're also playing! I gotta go with accidentally married and body swap. Godspeed.

I’ll admit, you stumped me for a bit with this one. Then the ship happened, this is like, two steps to the side of what you asked for, and it got wacky from there, but hey, it was fun! Hopefully you enjoy too!

For this trope mashup meme. Pairing is Cody/Quinlan, because I aim to please. ^_^

Commander Cody was almost THE worst possible choice for partner on this clusterfuck of a mission. Worst would have to be Yoda – there was no possible way he could go undercover, except maybe as a Jawa and that was just asking for at least seven different kinds of trouble. Then Aayla, not because she’d be bad at it, but because Quinlan was a protective bastard and historically their undercover missions hadn’t gone well. Obi-Wan would be third worst, because he was needed to fight the damn war, and that overcompensating jerk was responsible for at least one entire front.

Also, he’d be an insufferable asshole the entire time.

The problem with Commander Cody was that he was probably at least as responsible for another front, if not all the logistics for Obi-Wan’s bullshit while Kenobi was off fucking around the galaxy after his padawan and a half.

There were theories – rumors, really – that clones imprinted on their Jedi. Rumors that Quinlan totally believed, because there was no possible way, Force or no Force, that you could cram that much bastard into two men like Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody by chance. That much snark and assholery could only be malice aforethought.

Very good reasons that neither man had been included in the plan. And it had gone so well at first! Disguises, check. Pretend to murder Master Tholme (sneaky bastard had been giggling for days over the opportunity to go deep undercover on his own missions) and shoot Master Drallig (poor bastard needed a vacation that badly) – check! Get captured alive by the Coruscant Guard and tossed in prison – done with minimal bungling.

Making friends with Cad Bane and Moralo Eval didn’t go quite as smoothly, but Quinlan was good at his job, so when they busted out of jail Quinlan was ostensibly part of the crew.

That was when things went to shit. Between the jail and the get-away vehicle, they’d run across a patrol of clones in off-duty grays. There’d been a heartbreaking moment for them all to stare at each other in astonishment, just long enough for Quinlan to recognize the scar. Bad enough there was going to be yet another squad of dead soldiers, which he was very much not a fan of, but now the body count was going to include...someone he was very much a fan of being not-dead.

Then Commander fucking Cody had drawn a blaster and stunned the rest of his squad, planting hands on hips and scolding Quinlan about how he was at least fifteen minutes early and what kind of a breakout was this?

Vos still wasn’t sure how that ended up with Cody traipsing along, with Bane and Eval being thoroughly convinced that he was some random rogue clone who’d been having some kind of torrid affair with Quinlan. Cody almost had Vos convinced that he’d been ready to bust Quinlan out, and that had nothing to do with how Cody’s method of swaying Eval involved sticking a blaster up the bastard’s nose.

It absolutely wasn’t hot. Not at all.

He’d been dumb enough to relax a little when they took a pit stop to gear up. Some two-bit wannabe sniper had dared to get up into the Commander’s face – the clone was the one walking away with some new gear, a mock swagger, and a joke that he might as well take the idiot’s identity, if he was gonna be that lax about shit.

Still absolutely not hot.

On the upside, the new gear meant Cody got away when they landed on Serenno – at least, Quinlan thought he got away. He’d been busy at the time with the obvious downside: Dooku recognized Quinlan.

Con: Vos got captured and dragged off to a carbonite unit to sit and stew until Dooku’s...thing, whatever it was, was over.

Pro: he saw the freezer before getting tossed into it.

Who the fuck knows: there were at least two stray tookas in the area, and one of the little fuckers tried to trip Vos and all four of his guards on the way in.

Con: he still ended up on ice.

It wasn’t like he had a plan, but desperation could pass as genius if you squinted at it hard enough. And using the Force to toss a part of himself into the tooka that’d tripped him was definitely worth squinting at.

Better than studying his normal self, frozen in a block of tibanna. That was beyond creepy.

Not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, but Quinlan was genuinely worried, and the whole mission had gone so damn pear shaped he had no idea if anything was recoverable – including them.

Well, no better time to shit stir. Quinlan scuttled off to go looking for trouble.

The great thing about paranoid, power-mad bookish types was that they took notes. The smart ones prepared blackmail. Vos had a lot of things to say about Dooku, but dumb wasn’t one of them.

On the truly awesome side: he could sense Sithy wards in a lot of places, but tookas didn’t set them off because cats would get into whatever they damned well pleased – meaning Dooku had totally on accident handed Quinlan the metaphorical keys to the castle. If he’d still had opposable thumbs, this would have been perfect!

Well. Aside from the whole Chancellor-being-a-Sith-Lord-and-behind-the-entire-fucking-war thing.

Force, it was hard to stay positive for long nowadays.

Vos gave a quick, full body shake – wow, fluff was not a thing he expected to have happen – and got back to work. When he was done, he sauntered into the hallways with a whole collection of datacards tucked into a half-assed collar that had used to be a fancy curtain restraint. He was more concerned with keeping everything secure than it looking reasonable – after all, what cat would try putting on some kind of collar? Anyone looking at him funny would blame some kid or something.

If anyone asked, Quinlan had already prepared explanations of how he tracked down Commander Cody’s Force presence. He absolutely did not track his scent. That would be weird.

(To be fair, Quinlan did start by tracking him in the Force. It just hadn’t lasted the entire time.)

He found the commander lurking back near the area with the cryo setup, tucked behind some crates with several bodies nearby. Most were dead, though one or two were stunned, gagged, and trussed up with more binders than might be necessary.

Not hot. Really.

Quinlan considered his options, then planted his fuzzy rump almost next to Cody, craning as if to look over the crate as well. “Mrp?” It wasn’t quite the ‘whatcha doing?’ that he would’ve liked to go for, but close enough.

It earned him a classic side-eye. When it was clear Cody was going to try the ‘ignore the annoyance’ routine, Quinlan reared up to plant his paws against the crate and look over it.

Ah. They were watching the carbonite slabs that were stacked off to the side. Presumably, Vos’ own body was there. He hissed without meaning to, not happy about the reminder.

“Not now, cat,” Cody whispered right back, waving a hand to try to shoo him away. Quinlan shot him a look. Local animal flees from packing crates, investigation at eleven. Any idiot who saw that would at least consider that something had startled the animal in the first place.

Ok, fine: cat. Anything could set off a cat. His point still stood!

From the angle of his helmet, Cody was glaring back at him, then there was a small huff before the Commander went back to studying the area. Oh, Quinlan was not about to play this game.

He considered for half a second doing some typically catty gesture of disdain, but he was not about to be licking anything, even to make a point. Instead, he minced in a near circle, sitting directly in front of the Commander. He meowed, because throat clearing didn’t seem to be a thing cats could do.

That got him a quick glance, then there was a full-body pause as in the Force, Cody almost jangled with sudden suspicion. Quinlan hoped he was showing the cat-equivalent of a huge-ass smirk as Cody sloooowly looked over at him.

“General?” he asked, sounding annoyed and the kind of exhausted usually reserved for annoying toddlers.

Vos didn’t even try to stop a satisfied swish of his tail before flicking an ear and nodding.

Cody put his head in his hands. “...I’m not even gonna ask.”

Quinlan gave him another moment, then popped back to his feet and headed around the crate. After a beat, there was a long-suffering sigh behind him. “Yeah, okay. Let’s get your body back, and if you ever tell Kenobi I said that, no one will ever find your body.”

Quinlan let a little roll into his step, giving an insolent flip of the tail. Sounded like after they figured out this mess, he owed the Commander a nice dinner somewhere.

He didn’t need the incentive, but it sure helped.

~end

#star wars #My writing #meme #trope mashup #Cody/Vos #animal transformation #from a certain point of view #body swapping #Rako Hardeen #except not really #dharmaavocado

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mahizli · 3 years

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Bonds (Dooku & Obi-Wan Kenobi, 22 BBY)

Art by Mokorney and Part 22 of ‘Sparks of Hope’

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Dooku held nothing but contempt for the Skywalker boy – no finesse, no subtlety, and no mastering of emotions, without much room for improvement. The Force knew he had tried to curb similar faults in Qui-Gon, very long ago, but his former Padawan had found his balance into meditation, oddly enough, and Dooku had only needed a few seconds to assess that Skywalker was completely unable to achieve it, and never would be.

Dooku was no fool. He could sense how powerful the boy was, what an asset he would play once he would have fallen completely – he was also very much aware of the interest his Master had in him. An interest that Dooku needed to be watchful of – because he knew how easily a Sith Apprentice could be replaced.

Dooku was no fool – and that was why he was keeping Ventress just close enough to control her, and just far enough for her not to attract Sidious’ attention unnecessarily. Ventress was fierce, skilled and loyal to a fault – and since he could not have Kenobi yet, she was a tolerable substitute.

It did not mean Kenobi was entirely lost to him, though – and Dooku watched him wake with carefully hidden interest, sitting up and rubbing his brow silently, helping Skywalker to recover.

“How you could choose to walk out there and get yourselves caught despite my warning is truly beyond me”, Dooku quipped, taking delight in watching Kenobi’s eyes widen slightly.

His former Grandpadawan’s eyes wandered to the electric bound wrought around his waist, attaching him both to Dooku and Skywalker. And the Count was surprised to feel resolve and relief seep through his incredibly strong shields. Kenobi was quick to place himself in front of Skywalker, holding him back and shielding him with his body, as soon as Dooku began to provoke the boy – it was frankly too easy. One just had to mention his arm, and watch Skywalker go feral.

“You will pay”, Skywalker hissed. “For all the Jedi you murdered on Geonosis.”

“That, my dear fool of a Jedi, is entirely your Master’s doing. Remind me again whose rescue it was that needed two-hundred and twelve Jedi?”

“Don’t you dare…”

“Anakin.”

Kenobi’s voice was calm. Measured, and so very soft. His body language still spelt protectiveness, one hand lightly placed on Skywalker’s left forearm. His face looked pale, in the dim light of the cell – but there was nothing but steadiness in the Force around him, and the command on his shields was frankly impressive.

“The Republic is going to send envoys with the spice. We need to get out of here before. And since we appear to be bound together, for the time being, I suggest we refrain from murdering each other.”

“You want us to team up with him?!!”

The indignation in Skywalker’s voice was grating – and Kenobi sighed.

“Currently, having you running in different directions is no option for me.”

He gestured towards his waist, a small smile playing around his lips, and Skywalker huffed.

“Good point, Master.”

They spent the next hours trying to escape from Hondo Ohnaka’s cells, only to found themselves back there. Dooku just shrugged, mentally, not overly worried and secretly impressed when Kenobi pulled that mind-trick on the stupid Weequay sentinel.

“You don’t want to stand guard. You want to deactivate the cell bars and… go out drinking.”

They watched the guard turn to a mindless puppet and set them free, and Kenobi muttered:

“Almost too easy.”

They had been prisoners together long enough for Dooku to recognise the small frown between Kenobi’s eyebrows as a sign of worry. He was not projecting anything into the Force, his signature surprisingly mild and gentle, but Dooku had already learned that his former Grandpadawan’s mind never stopped running.

They left the cell for the second time, running towards the exit, and suddenly Kenobi was pushing him behind a crate, palm splayed on his shoulder, body shielding him in an unconscious, protective move mirroring his earlier one.

“Hurry along, Dooku.”

His sharp, focused grey eyes darted around, and Dooku realised just how strong and dangerous his Grandpadawan could be, even without a lightsaber. Obi-Wan’s sleeve was brushing his, and he had adopted a defensive Soresu stance, but his hand was trailing behind, feeling for Skywalker in the Force, attuned to his reactions – and this was Qui-Gon’s training.

Qui-Gon had perfected the dual Master-and-Padawan technique along with Feemor, and brought it to completion with Obi-Wan, who had mastered the skill himself along with his own Padawan.

Dooku could have invaded their bond through the Force – but such was a crude, dirty thing reserved for the ones like Maul, whom Dooku abhorred and despised. Instead, he focused on the quiet signs: Obi-Wan’s small tilt of the head, the way his shoulders relaxed once Skywalker shifted his own position, and the quiet smile in his eyes when they started to run in sync.

Their bond was not closed, clearly, and this was so very interesting – but it also tugged at something Dooku had though to be long purged from his very system.

Something reminding him of a vibrant green blade, of Qui-Gon’s quiet, casual shrug whenever Dooku ordered him around – but his Padawan had been dutiful and strong, truly skilled in the Force and so very warm. Until Feemor had died. Until Dooku lost Qui-Gon’s friendship and goodwill for good – because his Padawan had always been too headstrong, and too tender-hearted.

“Jump!”

They were still bound by the waist – Obi-Wan linking them together, and Dooku heard his gasp when Anakin grabbed the fence, leaving them both hanging below him.

“You’re too heavy. I can’t do it.”

They were slipping, and suddenly the link between him and Obi-Wan snapped – and then Dooku felt warm, strong hands grab his.

“Are you crazy, Master?! Just drop him!”

But Obi-Wan’s hands just tightened around his, eyes narrowing in steely resolve even as the bound tugged at his waist, drawing another pained exhale from him.

Never.

The small word echoed in the Force with quiet determination, and Dooku almost winced in pain, because the dedication within sprang from something so old, so long forgotten it burned, around his chest and in his very mind.

Ohnaka’s men somehow managed to knock Skywalker out and drag them both up in one fluid motion, and they soon found themselves back in their cells, finally separated but still unable to flee.

Dooku’s wrists hurt and he was somewhat short of breath, and so was Obi-Wan, who was bent above Skywalker’s unconscious body and had yet to straighten fully, arm wrapped around his waist.

“You should have dropped me”, Dooku stated, but Obi-Wan just huffed, with a small, annoyed shake of the head.

He fumbled through his utility belt, and managed to unfold a small Bacta patch, placing it against the welt on Skywalker’s brow, then he splayed his fingers, pressing them gently against his head.

Skywalker let out a soft moan, then his limbs seemed to relax and Dooku watched Obi-Wan’s face soften, his features still focused but appeased as he guided the boy into a healing trance.

“Rash, and unbalanced.”

This got Obi-Wan’s attention, and Dooku soon faced those calm, grey eyes, watching his Grandpadawan straighten, Anakin’s head still cradled in his lap.

“He might be skilled with machines. Wires. Even lightsabers”, Dooku dropped. “But he has not mastered anything in the Force, and he will disappoint you, if he hasn’t already.”

“Anakin will never disappoint me.”

“Don’t be so sure…”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed, but then his Grandpadawan shook his head.

“I know what you are trying to do. And it will not work. You want to sow distrust and hatred between us. You want to belittle Anakin in my mind, and in my heart. But you cannot. Because those faults you point out are known to me, and known to him. Because I did not seek to raise a perfect machine, or a droid, when I took Anakin as a Padawan.”

“Did you? Take him as a Padawan? Or was it something more complicated? A promise to the one who had raised, and forsaken you?”

“Qui-Gon did not forsake me.”

Obi-Wan’s voice was very quiet. He was not a small man, but he was definitely smaller than them both. Thin. A small reed, Yoda had always called him. And Dooku knew just how very fragile he was, how insignificant the Dark side of the Force made him – their duel was only months old, and he had brought him down within seconds.

Yet, just now, there was a conviction and a power radiating through him that seemed to dwarf them all. Obi-Wan raised bright grey eyes towards him, and Dooku realised, then, that the boy had worked hard towards balance – and that his efforts had not been vain.

“Qui-Gon believed in him. And, when it came to choose between Anakin and myself, he chose him because he saw, and realised, that Anakin needed him more than I did.”

“You do not resent him? For calling you only stubborn, and capable, in front of the whole Jedi Council, when you gave him twelve years of your life?”

It still irked something in Dooku. It had made him want to shake Qui-Gon until his teeth rattled – but Qui-Gon had died before Dooku had even known the full extent of the mess he had made with Obi-Wan, and then… Then Dooku had realised that the Jedi Order was nothing like it should anymore – nothing like it could.

“And what kind of a Padawan would that make me?”

Obi-Wan’s voice was just a whisper, and his face had turned very pale, but the resolve had not left his eyes. On the contrary, something warm and light had begun to seep through his shields, permeating the Force around him, and it was searing open that small, long forgotten spot deep into Dooku’s chest.

“What of the years Qui-Gon devoted to me? What of Qui-Gon choosing me? Of helping me understand the Force, and myself, and the world around us, every single day of my apprenticeship? What of the love and care he provided, for my mind, body and soul, giving me all he had and even more? What of the devotion he inspired in me – strong enough to help me come back to him when I almost fell? How could I resent him for caring for a boy who deserves the world, and who was unwanted by most, yet who holds such promises?”

His Grandpadawan was facing him, features pinched yet glowing so brightly in the Force – and there was no contempt in Obi-Wan’s words, just genuine truth and belief. And it was painful.

“Qui-Gon taught me to be gentle with the faults we can find in others, because he was not perfect and never sought to be. He simply sought to improve himself. And this is something Anakin does as well – which is why he will never disappoint me.”

“Such meekness…”

“Call it whatever you want. I do not care.”

“Have you no pride at all?”

The question was genuine – almost taking Dooku by surprise. Obi-Wan however just raised his eyebrows, hands finding Anakin’s shoulders.

“And who am I, to place myself above so many others? We are a whole, Dooku. And just because I have no interest to dominate or best others does not mean I do not seek to improve my skills, and my way of understanding the Force.”

“How can that be enough?”

Dooku was laughing now, but it sounded cold and foreign to him.

“Because it is.”

There was sadness, and compassion in Obi-Wan’s eyes – and Dooku realised then, that this conversation had to end. That he would not gain the boy to his side that day – that he would have to wait for the war to extinguish the light into Obi-Wan’s eyes, for the battles and losses to harden his heart, for the despair to invade more of his mind, until he would be ready to hear some of the truths Dooku had come to embrace.

“I wish you would see it. I wish it would not be you we had to fight, day after day and night after night. But if I must, I will – because it is worth it.”

“What is…?”

Skywalker’s quiet mumble brought them both back to the small, grey cell they were still stuck in, and Obi-Wan’s eyes instantly searched for his face.

“What’s worth it, Master? Why are we back here with him?”

“Because your Master would not take your advice to drop me”, Dooku quipped.

“’Course not.”

The childish surety in Skywalker’s voice was surprising, and the boy lifted a hand, gently patting Obi-Wan on the arm.

“I’m the evil one here.”

“Hush now, Anakin.”

Obi-Wan’s hand had not left his brow, and his eyes met Dooku’s again. Steely, with a hint of sadness and unshakable resolve. His Grandpadawan wrapped an arm around Skywalker’s chest, and gave a curt nod.

And despite of himself, Dooku nodded back – because Obi-Wan was definitely worth a conversation. His Grandpadawan also had the means to defend himself, and to get himself – and Skywalker – out of this mess. And so, when Ohnaka’s men went to fetch them, leaving him alone in his cell, Dooku wasted no time preparing his own escape.

When the power died down, he killed the guards and the men facing him without any remorse. And he did not look over his shoulder, not once – determined to leave Florrum as soon as possible, and return with enough forces to burn it to the ground.

Just like he would burn the small part of himself Obi-Wan had brought back to life, because it was not part of Dooku’s plans and schemes.

Some bounds were better severed, and Dooku was honing his blades.

But not just yet.

#The Clone Wars #star wars #starwars fanfiction #Obi-Wan Kenobi #dooku #Anakin Skywalker #lineage feels #foreshadowing #i love them all

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gffa · 4 years

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It could be an interesting AU and there’d be some really fun things to explore, especially as we see Mace is someone who also struggled with righteous anger, which would have been an interesting parallel to Anakin. But there are two reasons I don’t think it would have changed anything: 1. One of the biggest themes of Star Wars is choice.

(George Lucas interviews, edited by Sally Kline) This means that it doesn’t matter who Anakin’s teacher was, that it still ultimately comes down to that Anakin’s choices were his own. There can be external influences and opportunities that Anakin might not have otherwise had, there can be some responsibility placed on Anakin’s choices from those, but at the very, very heart of it, it had to be Anakin’s choice and no one else’s. Saying that another teacher would have kept him from falling to the dark is saying that Anakin’s choices weren’t what decided his fate, but instead that he had no actual agency as a character and instead it was all about what other people did, that his own choices didn’t matter, because it was Obi-Wan’s fault somehow. 2. For all that there’s a similar vibe between Obi-Wan & Anakin vs Mace & Anakin (the banter they each tease each other with), I actually think Obi-Wan was the best possible teacher for Anakin. What Anakin needed was structure, but he also rejected structure because he didn’t really want to listen to it. What Anakin needed was a strong hand to guide him, to make him sit down and self-examine, but he also rejected any attempts to make him do so, because he didn’t really want to listen to it. That’s the thing about Anakin, he had incredibly strong ideas of what he did and didn’t want and nobody could actually physically make him do anything he didn’t want to do, they could only ask it of him and Anakin decided whether or not to listen. So here’s what any teacher of Anakin’s would be facing: Someone who desperately wanted all the love in the galaxy to be poured into him, but someone who would not actually benefit from that. Padme did that and he still turned on her just as easily as anyone else, after all. They’re also facing someone who desperately wanted structure and an authority figure, but would reject it because he didn’t want to admit to what that said about him and how much he wanted it as an all-consuming thing, not a healthy set of boundaries between himself and the person he cared about. No other character could have walked the line between loving Anakin and being strict with him as well as Obi-Wan could have. No other character could have found a line between getting on his case when he needed it in a way he could accept it and actually talking to him about it. Obi-Wan is the character who actually initiates conversations the most in the story, other characters (like Qui-Gon or Mace and certainly Anakin himself) do not do this nearly as much. Obi-Wan is the character who finds the best balance between “I understand why you’re reacting this way” vs “You still need to stop it”, he’s the one who best found the line between the unhealthy attachment Anakin was seeking vs a more balanced love that Anakin could still accept and would want to do as Obi-Wan asked, because they loved each other. Obi-Wan and Anakin complement each other in a way that I’m not sure any other pairing would have done, because they’re either too different or too similar and Anakin would have rejected them. Like, Anakin’s not a puzzle to solve that has one key answer that will unlock the whole thing, he’s not someone who made choices based on other people. Anakin had his own personality and his own strong opinions on things, those don’t just magically go away because he had a different teacher. So, you have to navigate the waters of Anakin’s character, who he would have bonded with, who he would have loved, who he would have responded well to--not just what he wanted, but what he actually needed and how much of that he would have actually accepted and listened to--and I think Obi-Wan was the one that was best meant to teach him, the one who could inspire Anakin to want to listen to him, while also seeing him objectively, and actually communicating with him in a way Anakin would respond to. Can you imagine anyone else that Anakin would have a fight with? Obi-Wan de-escalates situations, and I’m not sure Mace or, say, Qui-Gon would have done the same. Qui-Gon, as Master & Apprentice showed us, was not someone to de-escalate a fight like that--he repeatedly doesn’t actually talk to Obi-Wan about things that he knows he needs to, he shuts down conversations that he gets angry about, etc. In The Phantom Menace can you IMAGINE him doing this to ANAKIN??

Mace I think would be too reserved for Anakin’s liking (in as much as he can be incredibly warm at times, I don’t think it would have been enough to win Anakin’s loyalty, this doesn’t make either of them bad, just not a good fit. They do have some good moments, Anakin laughs when Mace praises Artoo’s heroics and says he sees why Anakin trusts him, and I do think there would have been some interesting conversations about anger to be had, especially considering Mace’s own history with it:

I like the idea of Mace and Anakin, I think it’d be an amazing exploration and he is at least up there (well, it can never be a long list because we don’t actually know that many Jedi), but I don’t think he would have had enough warmth in Anakin’s point of view to overcome Anakin’s mistrust. And the only other person I’m reasonably willing to entertain that might have been able to be a good match for Anakin would have been Yoda and even then I think Anakin really needed someone he felt more personally loyal to, in a way that I think Yoda’s boundaries might not have allowed for. And that doesn’t make Yoda bad, only that I think finding the fine line to walk between Anakin’s desire for structure versus his desire to have someone be soft on him, was pretty difficult to find. I think this kind of thing gets undervalued:

Being in sync with someone, understanding them, vibing with them. Two parts of one whole as a team. That’s the kind of thing Anakin responds to. His loyalty is to people, not ideals, and I will always defend that Obi-Wan understood that and walked the line between not feeding it too much, but that it had to be part of how to approach Anakin at the same time. To play into what would get Anakin to respond versus still maintaining some unbreakable boundaries. And that Obi-Wan couldn’t save his student doesn’t mean that someone else would have done better, it’s still on Anakin. Just like Padme couldn’t save him, Ahsoka couldn’t save him, even Luke didn’t really save him. Anakin saved himself by finally choosing the good, at the end of the day.

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locke-writes · 3 years

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Follow You

Author: locke-writes

Title: Follow You

Song: I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing - Aerosmith, Obi-Wan Kenobi For: Anon

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,174

Tag List: @randomfandomimagine / @ofthedewthesunlight / @lxncelot / @lotsoffandomimagines / ask to be added

When you were younger everything seemed easy. Decisions were more based in what toy you wanted to play with rather than how your future was going to look. Everything seemed too easy without worries surrounding you and often you wondered what it would take for time to turn and keep you forever a child, forever care free. It would be simple, that's what you cared about in the moment, simplicity.

Everything should have been simple. Love should have been simple enough, surely if anything that might be the only simple thing in all of your life. But who you were and who you loved challenged everything.

True you did know the laws when you entered your training, and true you could have defied what you wanted to live a life in which you were able to do as you pleased. True you could have defined it all and refused to learn the way of the Jedi but the draw was too great. Now you never regretted your decision but regretted the decisions that it placed before you in the moment.

From the moment that you had first met Obi-Wan, you were drawn to one another. Fate was something you failed to believe in, yet there was nothing that stopped you from feeling as though the two of you had been fated to meet, fated to be in one another's lives.

Perhaps no matter the consequences, you were fated to love him. In the beginning it wasn't love, there could have been a lingering infatuation but certainly it wasn't love. It was friendship, it was sharing stories of childhood and dreams of your future once you'd taken the Jedi oath. It was questioning the teachings of those around you even if you knew they had more knowledge and more experience.

It was staying up late and looking out upon the galaxy dreaming of visiting every known planet. You each had dreams beyond what being a Jedi would have allowed you to do, these dreams reserved only for one another. His dreams lived in your mind as your dreams lived in his. You didn't believe in fate but perhaps you had always been fated to be in his life.

As padawan's it was easy to be near one another, constantly training and using one another to gain further knowledge as you shared your separate experiences. Neither of your masters seemed to bother in correcting such fraternization although looking back on it you supposed they might not have seen how feelings between the two of you had begun to change. It was easy to ignore when most of the time you weren't even on the same planet.

Sometimes you looked on your past, saw the ease of your troubles and wondered why you ever considered them troubles in the first place. All peace could have been had at one point perhaps if your actions had been different, your life might have had a different path if your actions had been different. Time had different ideas as time often does, throwing obstacles in your path and preventing any such peace from occurring.

You were proud of Obi-Wan for his defeat of Darth Maul, proud of Obi-Wan for becoming a Jedi Knight. Proud you were, always proud. But cautious as well, there had been rumors of course, lingering rumors that the destruction of the Jedi was coming. Rumors had been fueled by old prophecies and things that you failed constantly to believe. They were stories to you, only just stories, but even stories had some truth to them and as Obi-Wan began to make a name for himself you began to think that he might be caught up in the hellfire that could reign down.

Anakin was reckless, talented in the way of the Force, but reckless beyond reason. Obi-Wan believed that he was the Chosen One, believed he could bring about peace to the galaxy and you wanted to abide by that, wanted to confirm the thoughts that he had. You wanted to believe him, wanted to work with him on preparing Anakin for his role as peacemaker but you couldn't because you didn't believe that was the truth.

Of course love can often blind you to a person's flaws and the flaw that Obi-Wan exhibited in the moment was a sense of righteous stubbornness.

The problem with this sense of wanting to confront him was the fact that at the time you'd begun sneaking around with him. The attraction had always been there yet neither of you had acted upon it until one day he had asked to meet with you only to kiss you in the hallway before a meeting with the Jedi Council.

Since that first kiss there had been many more, nights spent watching stars while holding hands, moments before leaving for other planets in which you stole kisses from one another. Your heart was his and his was yours. This is why you were afraid to voice any concern over his training Anakin, voice any concern over what you though Anakin might become. You wanted to be wrong.

You wanted quite desperately to be wrong, to live in peace with Obi-Wan as had been talked about together. You wanted a life that you knew you might not be able to live if you stayed with the Jedi, wanted a life that you might not be able to have if no peace was brought to the galaxy.

You wanted peace, you wanted love, you wanted quiet, you wanted everything to go in one direction and that direction was the way of joy but you would find moments of your life consumed in the waking world of sorrow.

What had been spoken to you had been spoken in a rush, you were unsure at first what Obi-Wan was insinuating until you realized with fear that what you had thought impossible had come true. Part of you had always known Anakin would someday turn completely to the Dark side but now that you were being told it had occurred you were in shock. You had seen him grow from boy to man only to find out that he wanted nothing more than complete destruction.

He would never know his children, that was what Obi-Wan insisted, what he began to tell you. The twins were to be separated at birth and he was to take Luke to Tatooine. If you stayed you would be in danger, if you stayed you would never see Obi-Wan again. Having him removed from your life with the knowledge that somewhere he still lived would have hurt you worse than if you had been told he was dead.

It was not the life that you had pictured for you and he. Tatooine was not where you envisioned a home lying. Yet if you were able to spend the rest of your days with him at your side, then wherever he went you would follow as you knew he would do the same.

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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indulgence

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: Obi-Wan tests the waters of his feelings for you.

a/n: Oblivious pining turns into….well, just plain pining! I’m so happy you guys liked my first fic, so here’s another glimpse of Obi drowning in feels loll (I promise these two will graduate from this stage eventually). Again, thank you so so much — your support and feedback is so touching, more than you know! You guys are the best!

It’s a long trip back to Coruscant from Saleucami, and for once, a moment of peace imbues the Jedi cruiser as it travels through hyperspace.

After losing the trail of General Grievous on the backwater planet, Obi-Wan and his troops had been picked up by none other than the Resilient — your flagship — and he’d had the sense to think himself lucky as he approached you, looking at home in command on the bridge.

Obviously, he’d been vexed that he’d failed in capturing Grievous. But the frustration had melted away once you’d laid a hand on his shoulder and reassured him that he’d have another chance.

Then you’d forced him to join you for a late-night snack and catch-up session in your cabin after he’d been patched up and you’d finished the last of your duties for the day. “Some time alone,” you’d insisted. “When’s the last time we’ve had a minute to ourselves without the Padawans?”

Obi-Wan hadn’t needed any convincing.

Here, in the intimacy of the small room, it’s easy to forget your ferocity and sheer effectiveness on the battlefield as you sit cross-legged across him, contentedly munching on a blumfruit tart from your secret stash on the Venator. Happy, as if you hadn’t just clashed with Grievous yourself in an untamed explosion of lightsabers the day before.

You’d come to his rescue — again. This time, with Master Gallia as she’d saved him from the ruptured air lock while you’d taken on the droid General.

He’d given up on keeping count at this point.

Instead, he’d taken to repaying you in small ways, like gifting you the Endorian pastries you were currently eating, or quizzing each other on planetary politics whenever your spare hours coincided — a habit the two of you had formed in your early years of training. (Though now, Obi-Wan suspects that it’s more of a disguised attempt at getting him to sit down and rest once in a while. He doesn’t mind. In fact, he appreciates it — at least that way he can play it off as appeasing you rather than him taking a break from his duties.)

It was the least he could do for you. He’d seen the barely concealed worry in your eyes when he’d left in pursuit of Grievous, the way the tension had visibly left your body when he’d returned to the fleet shortly after.

It wasn’t that your concern was misplaced. He did tend to get tunnel vision when it came to the monstrous cyborg. As his closest friend, you’d been apprehensive at his blind determination to not let the General escape.

But the curt way you’d told him to come back safely had made him feel guilty. Even though he had done as you’d asked, he’d made a mental note to review as many political and military updates as you wanted to after his debrief.

Plus, it was a professional excuse to enjoy a private tradition with you. Obi-Wan could almost fool himself with the excuse that the occasional quiet nights you’d spend together were purely intellectual.

What he’d never tell you, though, was that he sometimes liked to purposely answer questions wrong just to see the gleam in your eye as you’d supply the correct explanation. Your enthusiasm was achingly contagious.

“Senator for Malastare?”

It’s the tie-breaker question — you’d accurately remembered the capital of Haruun Kal seconds prior.

“Senator Moe?”

You shake your head. “Senator Aak,” you wrinkle your nose at the name, and Obi-Wan smothers his amusement. “Took office when Aks Moe was assassinated on Aargau. I remember because he kicked up a fuss about the failed negotiations on Trandosha.”

Obi-Wan raises his brows in recognition. He’d known that, at least. Just before the war, you’d been sent along with Oppo Rancisis to facilitate a peace treaty between Trandosha and Kashyyyk, but the mission had ultimately failed. Obi-Wan had heard the story from you dozens of times, to the point where he was almost able to recite it himself.

Still, he’d never been able to stop you. It would be a lifetime before he’d tire of hearing you recount your adventures, and he’d been the one to ask every time, anyway. Even if all he’d wanted to know was if the Caamasi peace officers you’d travelled with really did smell like Corellian whiskey.

(They did, according to you. Or rather, Corellian whiskey smelled like them.)

“He’s not the biggest fan of the Jedi.” Your voice cuts through his thoughts and brings his attention back to the conversation, back to Senator Aak. “Seems to have it out for Master Rancisis.”

Obi-Wan hums pensively. “I see you’ve gotten over your dislike for the old master.”

You blink at him in surprise, but it quickly washes away to a bitten smile. “I never disliked him, I thought he disliked me. You know how hard it is to read Thisspiasian facial expressions.”

“Isn’t that a little —” he begins on a joke about species, but the look you give him is enough to silence him in a heartbeat. Regardless, the air between you is charged with mirth.

“I respect him, greatly. He’s one of the best tacticians in the Order. I certainly hope you haven’t been spreading any rumors about him because of me.”

“More like the oldest tactician,” he mumbles, but you still match his grin.

“I’m serious! Maker knows how much of a gossip you are, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

He feigns theatrical offense at that, and you throw the wrapper of your pastry at him playfully. He bats it away with a laugh, and observes you appreciatively as you get up to discard it properly. Every time. He knows you can’t bear to leave even the smallest of messes. Part of your ‘leave-the-galaxy-better-than-you-found-it’ ideal, he supposes. It’s one of his favorite things about you.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t said a thing. Your secrets will always be safe with me.” He emphasizes sincerity at the end of his sentence, and it’s a thrill to even push the boundary of platonic conversation. Even if his true meaning is hidden by layers and layers of restrained camaraderie. You mean more to him than you’ll ever know — he’ll always be loyal to you.

In his contemplation, he misses the way your cheeks burn.

“I’m having tea with him soon after we return,” you murmur softly, without the humor of before, but your eyes remain bright with affection. “You should join — I think you’d like his stories. Did you know he turned down the throne of Thisspias when he was just a knight? He could have been a Blood Monarch, but he abdicated to stay with the Jedi instead.” It almost looks like you’re searching for something in his gaze as you speak. “Kind of admirable, isn’t it? All he gave up for the Code.”

….He doesn’t know what to say.

Stars above, is this your way of telling him it’ll never happen? Do you even know?

Thankfully, his brain goes into overdrive as his heart stutters. “Of course,” he finds himself replying. “Of course, it’s very selfless of him.”

You smile roguishly. “Though I’m sure he indulges himself in other ways. We can’t all be perfect devotees like you.”

And just like that, the practiced composure he usually reserves for everyone else is gone again, replaced by the warm familiarity you always surround him with. He swallows down the lump in his throat.

“I assure you, I’m not perfect,” he says, gently, like your touch on his shoulder as you pass. “Far from it. I myself have certain indulgences that might surprise even you.”

“Oh?” Your voice rings with delight, and he chases your presence, leaning your way. “Do enlighten me, Obi-Wan, of what the person that knows you best is supposedly not privy to.”

If only he could tell you. He’s simultaneously dying to confess and unwilling to sacrifice your steadfast friendship with an admission that would undoubtedly change your relationship forever.

You begin to clear off the small table you’d both been gathered around, and he watches you comfortably in lieu of responding. “I’m only teasing. I don’t mean to put on more pressure on you than you already do yourself —” he rolls his eyes at that, “besides, I’m not sure I even want to know how you manage to get your hands on blumfruit tarts with all the trade regulations in the Outer Rim.” You settle down next to him, in a position he knows you’ll be in for the rest of the night if he doesn’t leave. And he doesn’t plan to — if you let him, he’ll spend the entire ride home by your side, shoulder to shoulder until the blue streaks of hyperspace fade into the blinking lights of Coruscant. Before settling into a comfortable silence, you nudge him fondly. “I’ll take it to be one of those indulgences.”

“Yes,” he whispers, as you relax against him. “I’d say this is one.”

He’s not talking about the pastries.

#rini writes #obi wan kenobi x reader #THEY ARE SUCH NERDS HEHE!!#i like to think that obi-wan studies in his spare time #and what better way to study than with a partner?#that you may or may not be in love with?#anyways i love you guys #thank you so much for the support #as always i hope you enjoy!#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine

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chocmarss · 3 years

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I’m trying to articulate this as best as I can, and I’m only halfway through RotS, but this has been bugging me for some time. also, // tw child grooming, // tw gaslighting

Like. LIKE. For someone who supposedly doesn’t know the Jedi nearly enough because of how he’s the Chancellor (tm) who’s more invested in politics, you’d think it would’ve set off any alarms in Anakin’s head the moment Palpatine started talking about Darth Plagueis, a Sith Lord, something Anakin himself has learned from his lessons that they’re Bad and Evil, while Palpatine openly shit-talks the Jedi to the ground in the same sentence.

Like yeah, when you’ve been secretly groomed by the very person who only wants to use you for your power since you were a boy, who’s been open and nice to you the moment you touch down on a foreign planet at the age of nine, when you’ve been recently freed, and you’re sad you had to leave your mother, you get lonely, and you begin to think, “hey, I can trust this person!” until you grow up because that person is always nice to you no matter what, so your sense of judgement of them tends to be a little biased in that sense. It’s all part of the child-grooming process and it unfortunately works on Anakin, just like Palpatine had always wanted.

But. BUT

Anakin could’ve at least use what critical thinking skills he has and consider, “Wait, wait. No, this person might be wrong about the thing I’ve been learning most of my life, where I’m part of said Order as much as it’s a part of me, where kindness and peace has always been a play in what has to be done. And this dude is saying that the Sith, the same ones who uses Bad Vibes to make their decisions, is actually good, and the Jedi is actually bad and that. That doesn’t add up actually.”

And Anakin actually defends the Jedi! He defends the Order! Because he does love being a Jedi and what they represent, only he’s more than incline to close both eyes when it comes to the things he wants but are told “no Anakin, you’re not allowed to have those things because the slightest mishap will doom you if you’re not careful”.

But THEN, defending the Jedi has Palpatine going all “actually the Jedi are evil only they made you think they’re good, when they’re actually not.” on Anakin. Palpatine’s influence on him is so strong and he uses that on Anakin when he’s at his weakest, when he’s having dreams about Padmé dying and he’s so afraid by then, his defences are basically six feet under, that he’s willing to try anything to make sure she stays alive. It didn’t matter if he was going to leave the Order, or do something so stupid that it was going to endanger everyone else around him. So long Padmé’s safe, everything’s okay, and that’s what matters, and I think that kind of arrogance (?) is what made it all easier for Palpatine to control him.

Okay, what I’m saying is like yeah, Anakin obviously can’t bring himself to believe that Palpatine would be anything than the uwu fathew figuwe he respected all his life, someone he talked to when it came to his personal problems. But he also should consider that hey, this old man might be wrong sometimes and not always as right as Palpatine make it seem because what the fuck does he mean that the Jedi only does things out of self-interest? Have you seen Obi-Wan during the time he was using all of his reserves to heal a sick village even when he was going to pass out on his own two feet? I think not.

tldr, Sidious is having a field trip on Anakin’s distracted state and it pisses me off so much that he’s so good at hiding the fact he’s a damn Sith, and I just. I want to throttle him

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darth-schism · 3 years

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Evidence to Suggest that Luke was NOT all that he seemed in TLJ

Luke Skywalker may have isolated himself because of his guilt/depression. But I also believe he did it for practical reasons, and that his “totally given up” act, was just that, an act. Evidence for this Head-cannon/interpretive take:

1. He made a map to his location

Not only that, but it was so specific, it was literally called “The Map to Skywalker.” The only way it would have gotten a name as tailored as that is if someone else had found him before Rey, or, if he told people about it himself. In any event, to whatever varying degree, Luke wanted to be found and/or influence the galaxy around him.

One piece of the map was tossed around to all sorts of corners of the galaxy, while the rest of it was entrusted to R2D2.

2. This was a deliberate combo to serve two different purposes

- Keep Snoke distracted: The entirety of TFA was Kylo and Snoke obsessing over Luke’s location. Their preoccupation with it was evident and, instead of letting them focus on relentlessly attacking the New Republic, Luke gave them a reason to go on wild goose chases. Consider that Snoke doesn’t go ‘all in’ on trying to destroy the Resistance until after he realizes he lost the race to get to Skywalker. Which shows just how much stock he had put into that singular Jedi. What’s more, even if they had succeeded, they’d only have a useless fraction with no reference as to where in the galaxy Luke’s secret location actually was.

- Meanwhile, R2D2 would also play the role of a “given up/powered down” hero: But we see that, soon as the coast is clear, and some plot heroes arrive with the map, he assessed the situation, turned on, and sent them right to Skywalker. I think it’s safe to say that R2D2 was merely in ‘sleep mode,’ as opposed to ‘shut down.’ However, despite all this, the element of being powered down/unassuming was still crucial because...

3. Snoke made it abundantly clear that when he found Skywalker, he’d blow up the entire landmass he was found, or even theorized to be, on

Luke would never put a population of innocents at risk of complete annihilation just because someone might to recognize him at a local market. So it’s no wonder he chose a place as isolated as he did (On top of that, considering his critical stance towards the Jedi Order by 28ish ABY, it wouldn’t necessarily be a heartbreak to him if the island did end up getting destroyed, or one to anyone else really, because of how obscure/unknown it was...or so he convinced himself).

4. He was picking his battles

If Luke Skywalker wanted to be found. Then why was he so dismissive of Rey? There’s no solid evidence here (aside from the whole existence of the map scheme), but I think there’s good reason to believe that Luke’s instant stand-offish behavior is one of caution and assessment not dissimilar how how Yoda and Kenobi put up an initial façade when they were discovered in exile (but more on that later). In any event, this approach would give him the means to offer personalized help to those who ended up on his doorstep. It honestly didn’t take Luke long to go from tossing his father’s lightsaber, to offering Rey the three lessons she needed to understand the force better. Although I believe Rey’s visit to Luke was far different than what others had probably been but (again) more on that later.

5. He was able leave anytime he wanted

The very clear image of Luke’s submerged X-Wing in the ocean painted a picture of cut ties, and a “no going back” stance. However, it wasn’t the first time that starfighter had been at the bottom of a water bed, and clearly it wasn’t the last. I’m inclined to believe that this is another part of Luke’s deliberate presentation of a hero who had lost all hope. But all speculation aside, there was nothing to physically stop Luke from leaving that island whenever he wanted. There’s nothing to say that he didn’t break form/character operate to find a way to undermine Snoke further.

6. He was actively protecting others close to him

There was a reason Luke getting Grogu at the end of Season 2 of The Mandalorian caused such a stir in Disney, and caused Kennedy to go for Faverau’s throat. All “who’s idea was who’s” arguments aside. At the end of the day it created two possible outcomes for this element of the Star Wars franchise: Either Grogu died in Kylo’s attack. Or there were survivors. Since killing the money making Baby Yoda isn’t necessarily on Disney’s to do list, it’s a reasonable bet that he survives the slaughter (unless he’s returned to Din’s side before Kylo goes ballistic, in which case he avoids it all together). But even if that does happen, this theory still holds a little water). Luke lying low, and operating in secret may have been the only way he was keeping himself, the galaxies citizens, and his few remaining students from getting hit with an orbital strike.

7. He was never fully disconnected from the force.

Perhaps, somewhat disconnected, but it’s clear that Luke hasn’t cut himself off from the force as much as he, perhaps, wanted to admit. Luke is still able to effortlessly summon a weapon, keep control of the duel between himself and Rey, and gently lower his body to the ground when he loses his footing. Despite his stance on using/taking ownership of the force in TLJ, it seems as though Luke kept just enough around so that he could still fight. This theory is more optimistically minded than some of the others, but I still can’t help but think that Luke kept these reserves of power ready, because he already had to use them more than once during his supposed isolation.

8. Rey’s visit was different than the others who had come before.

“You went straight into the Dark. It offered you something you needed, and you didn’t even try to stop yourself.”

“I've seen this raw strength only once before, in Ben Solo. It didn't scare me enough then. It does now.”

Other plot heroes/adventurers may have come, gone, or even convinced Luke to help them in secret. So assuming all, or even some, of the above is true, then that means Luke wasn’t just pushing to dismiss Rey, but also disillusion her. I think this is because Rey wasn’t there to get help with a specific mission, rescue, etc, but there to have Luke become the public symbol of hope again. And we’ve already listed the reasons why this couldn’t happen. On top of that, this push was done in a way that directly conflicted with all the “none theorized” reasons Luke had isolated himself. Luke knew he couldn’t accommodate this. He sensed the darkness in Rey. He sensed her connection to Kylo. In many ways his lessons also doubled as a means to properly evaluate Rey, and confirm his suspicions. In any event, all of this brought up an element of his isolation that no one else knew. He already had the, half truth, story as to what happened to his temple well rehearsed. But it was Rey’s visit that dragged out his greatest regret, which was his near attempt to take Ben’s life, due to both the mind bending fear Snoke had manipulated into palce, and the hypocritical, and self destructive Jedi philosophies that had been drilled in to his head. This was the final straw that made him want to destroy the Jedi texts. But it was also the push he needed to find inner peace, and think of the means to make one last public appearance, without endangering anyone.

9. In no interpretation is Luke an attempt child killer

This is more of a bonus point in nature. I think so many people were caught off guard by the narrative choice Luke undertook in this part of the film, that it painted the whole ordeal in a far more unfavorable light than it actually was. For starters: Ben was no child. He was 23 years old when he fell to the darkside. Luke was saw the images of planetary destruction, and the deaths of friends and family alike at the hands of an adult. But even at that, Luke’s ligthsaber had already lowered, and his face expressing that of shame and sadness, when Ben glances over, and decides to take up his lightsaber, and make the first strike. Luke doesn’t even ignite his lightsaber in response until after Ben swings it. The influence Snoke had over Ben, and the mental attack he lured Luke into suffering, to make this moment come to pass cannot be understated.

- This also means that Luke’s isolation lasted only 7 years. Not twenty, not even 10. Just 7. Which is less than half the time both Yoda and Obi Wan imposed on themselves.

10. He was following in the footsteps of his masters

I think Luke’s response to trauma is a little unfair in some ways. Obi Wan and Yoda witnessed genocide, and imposed exile on themselves for twenty years. Now, in film, we know that Obi Wan, while playing the part of a delusional hermit, worked to protect Luke as he grew up on Tatooine, and that Yoda, playing the part of a silly swamp kook, did...something...on Dagobah (?), waited for Luke to grow up so he could train him for a few weeks at most (?).

Those are two pretty limited things, and yet they don’t catch near as much flack for “abandoning the galaxy to the Empire” as TLJ Luke does, after he also witnessed slaughter, and went into isolation for only 7 years. But, of course, we know Obi Wan did more during his time in the desert, and that Yoda did more during his time in the swamp. So why can’t Luke have also done more while on his island? Everything about the parallels here point to Luke, despite his own misgivings, applying what he learned from his master. All three Jedi isolated themselves because of their personal tragedies. All three greatly reduced their presence in the galaxy. But all three had no choice, and all three still did what they could despite their circumstances.

11. Luke may have been overcome with grief. But he hadn’t truly changed

Now, I fully admit that this is a very optimistic way of looking at things. But some of these points also have more weight to them than others. I also cannot stress enough that even though I think some of what Luke was doing was an act, I also know it was equally proportional to the very real, emotional reasons, and struggles he faced. I also definitely do NOT think Kennedy/Johnson meant for any of these possible theories to have any validity to them. But with how they are presented, they also can’t be disproven.

If Favreau doesn’t formally put the sequels in it’s own little pocket universe, then I really hope he takes the opportunity to make something like ^the above^ happen. It could easily be established in one to two episodes in a live action show. Lots of things could be done to make the sequels a more bearable set of movies to watch. And as much as I’m worried that hoping for this is simply too optimistic, at least now there is a justifiable interpretive take that has both in film evidence to support, and a lack of otherwise to refute.

At the end of the day (and as usual) the important part here is to see that Luke hadn’t given up. Struggling, disillusioned, forced into a tough spot, willingly keeping himself scarce, etc. All bearable. But knowing he hadn’t given up is super important to the character and fanbase, so hopefully we get something that makes that cannon. In any facet really.

AND IT WOULD GET MARK HAMILL BACK ON SET GODAMNIT! XD

*Reblogged with new gifs and information

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lacedra · 3 years

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So it turns out looking through the comments section of a Star Wars video is probably not always the best idea. Especially when it's a video on why the person is done with Star Wars…but I couldn't help clicking on it because I'm morbidly curious. I was surprised that they didn't like Season 2 of the Mandalorian but whatever, I've come to realize that no matter how universally (seemingly) loved or well regarded a thing is (be it a book, movie, or TV show), there's always someone out there who didn't like it. But then I skimmed through the comments because I was curious how many others also felt that way about the ending and well…

Here we go (I blanked out usernames for privacy reasons, just seemed to be for the best imo):

As for the 'A+ answer here' I pointed to, I feel they have a great point. I think a lot of people in the fandom forget how dangerous the Force can be for those untrained in it. There's also the factor of people who have bad intentions towards Force sensitives who might want them. The whole Cad Bane arc where he's kidnapping Force sensitive children in the Clone Wars comes to mind.

I've stuck to my mostly Jedi positive bubble for so long that the kind anti-Jedi comments caught me by surprise. It makes me sad how many people seem to misunderstand the Jedi. The Jedi weren't taking those children from their families, they were their family. They weren't a cult or just some organization who taught you to be a space wizard, they were a culture - a family. It's like everyone is taking Anakin's perspective of the Jedi as the whole truth rather than the result of a troubled person's unreliable narration.

The Jedi weren’t perfect, that is true. But all living beings have flaws, you can't expect them to make perfect calls all the time in the middle of a war they never should have had to fight in. Palpatine was playing them the whole time, they were trying their best in situations where there were no right or easy decisions.

And it's not fair to pin all of Anakin's issues on the Jedi. Sure, there are some things they could have handled differently but Anakin has some responsibility in it all too. He's accountable for his own actions. I think people give the Jedi too much credit on Anakin's fall when really it all comes back to the guy who was grooming Anakin since he was a 9 year old newly freed slave. In the final season The Phantom Apprentice of the Clone Wars Maul literally used that word to describe it! To quote: “He has long been groomed for his role, as my master's new apprentice.”

Palpatine took advantage of Aankin's insecurities and need for approval, he sowed seeds of distrust between him and the Jedi and tried to put a wedge between him and Obi-Wan. He took advantage of the fact that the Jedi didn't care in the way that Anakin was used to, blatant and in your face.

Anakin expected love to be loudly proclaimed and showed. That’s what made it so easy for Palpatine to win his trust, he was not afraid to lie and pretend he cared about Anakin. Meanwhile Obi wan genuinely cared about Anakin and his well-being but didn't show it in the way Anakin associated that level of care with. Obi-Wan’s showing of love is much more reserved but that doesn’t make it any less valid or real. They just expected different things from each other and never communicated nearly enough to sort it out. If Palpatine wasn't in the picture I genuinely believe they would have been able to work things out and Anakin wouldn't have fallen to the Dark Side. I don't like the interpretation that his fall was inevitable.

On the brighter side, here’s a more positive take on the Mandalorian finale. That’s more similar to what I took from the ending. I’m like 90% sure that Grogu and Din will see each other again. Also I’m of the opinion that attachment does not equal love in terms of the whole no attachment thing. It can come from love but isn’t the same thing. When you really love someone you’re able to let them go, even if it hurts to do so. But attachment is linked to selfishness, just look how things turned out for Anakin when he proved he couldn’t let go of the people he cared about. I’m sure there are people out there who could explain that better than me though. Pretty sure there’s a meta or two on it out there somewhere that I’ve seen.

Anyway, just some thoughts that came up from those comments. Feel free to add on, I always love reading about the Jedi!

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Hi, I really enjoy your blog and your insights into the prequels. If you have time, could you explain a bit more about how the clone army was commissioned. I've watched the prequel movies and Clone Wars several times, but I'm still a little confused. The Kaminoans say Sifo-Dyas commissioned the clone army. Jango says he was hired by Tyranus (Dooku) and has never heard of Sifo-Dyas. And Obi-Wan thinks Sifo-Dyas was already dead when the army was commissioned. So what is the deal with Sifo-Dyas?

Sure, I tried to make a timeline. Maybe it’ll help see things a little more clearly :)

Before 52 BBY: Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas becomes close friends with Jedi Master Dooku.

52 BBY: Sifo-Dyas, along with Dooku and his apprentice Qui-Gon Jinn, attend a meeting where they meet Magister Hego Damask (Darth Plagueis). He and Hego discuss their worries about the future of the Republic. At some point during their talks, Plagueis suggest the need for a military force to keep the peace but Sifo-Dyas rejects the idea.

“Lest you’re thinking of investing in military enterprises, Magister, I can assure you that the Republic will not reverse its stance on demilitarization.” His words were forceful, but lacked certainty. “The Ruusan Reformations will not be repealed.” Plagueis showed the palms of his hands. “And I can assure you, Master Jedi, that my questions were in no means motivated by thoughts of profit. We—that is, I—don’t wish to see the Republic caught off guard. For now I’ll place my faith in the Jedi, and in the belief that an army could be raised if necessary.” Sifo-Dyas’s gaze faltered. “Out of thin air? Unlikely, Magister.” “Grown, then.” “Manufactured, you mean.” “No, I was being literal,” Plagueis said. “But I know of only one group that might be up to the task. The group who grew laborers to work the mines of Subterrel.” [James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]

52 BBY to 32 BBY: Over the next 20 years as Dooku’s concerns for the Orde rand the Republic grew, so did Sifo-Dyas own worries. Like Dooku, he also tried to warn the Council about the approaching darkness but they didn’t listen to him. At some point he was invited to join the Jedi Council but his seat was removed after he considered too extreme for them.

“Prior to the blockade of Naboo, Sifo-Dyas sat on this Council until we judged his ideas to be too extreme. Indeed, he said he foresaw a great conflict and that the Republic would need to raise an army. At the time, the Council rejected those ideas.’ – TCW 06x10

During this period, Sifo-Dyas and Dooku meet Senato Sheev Palpatine from Naboo. After this, Dooku and Palpatine become friends, having many conversations about politics and the Jedi.

“By right of birth. My family is agreeable. Now it’s simply a matter of informing the High Council.” “Has anyone ever left the Order?” “Nineteen before me.” “Have you shared your discontent with any of them?” “Only Master Sifo-Dyas.” “Of course.” Dooku looked up. “He worries that I’m going to do something rash.” “Leaving the Order isn’t rash enough?” “He fears that I will denounce the Council openly, and reveal how divided its members are about answering to the Senate.” He looked Palpatine in the eye. “I’ve half a mind to join your cause.” [James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]

32 BBY (right before the events of The Phantom Menace): Sifo-Dyas once again meets Magister Hego Damask, but this time he’s interested and willing to listen to what he has to say:

“You said that you have some vague recall of our conversation on Serenno. Do you remember my mentioning a group of gifted cloners?” “I’m sorry, I do not.” “They are native to an extragalactic world called Kamino. I have on occasion done business with them on behalf of clients who desire cloned creatures, or require cloned laborers capable of working in harsh environments.” The Jedi shook his head in uncertainty. “What does this have to do with anything?” “I believe that the Kaminoans could be induced to grow and train a cloned army.” Sifo-Dyas took a long moment to reply. “You said yourself that the Republic would never sanction an army.” “The Republic needn’t know,” Damask said cautiously. “Neither would the Jedi Order have to know. It would be an army that might never have to be used, and yet be available in reserve should need ever arise.” “Who in their right mind would fund an army that might never be used?” “I would,” Damask said. “Along with some of my associates in the Banking Clan—and in conjunction with contacts in Rothana Heavy Engineering, which would supply the ships, armaments, and other matériel.” Sifo-Dyas fixed him with a look. “Come to the point, Magister.” “The Kaminoans will not create an army for me, but they would do so for the Jedi Order. They have been fascinated by the Jedi for millennia.” Sifo-Dyas’s dark brown eyes widened. “You’re not proposing cloning Jedi—” “No. I have been assured that such a thing is impossible, in any case. But I have also been assured that a human army a million strong could be ready for deployment in as few as ten years.” “You’re suggesting that I circumvent the High Council.” “I suppose I am. The Kaminoans need only a modest down payment, which I could provide to you through untraceable accounts I maintain in Outer Rim banks.” Again, the Jedi remained silent for a long moment. “I need time to consider this.” “Of course you do,” Damask said. “And when you’ve reached a decision, you can contact me at my residence downside.” [James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]

32 BBY: Qui-Gon Jinn dies and Master Dooku leaves the Jedi Order 32 BBY: Sifo-Dyas places the order on Kamino;

Obi-Wan turned to face Yoda. “Master, did Sifo-Dyas order the clone army?” Yoda nodded. “Contacted the Kaminoans, he did.” “Without your knowledge?” “Without it, yes. But exists, a record of his initial contact.” [Labyrinth of Evil. James Luceno]

“And Master Sifo-Dyas?” Dooku frowned. “He knew that my leaving was simply a matter of time. Although he did say something I found to be rather curious. He said that if I had any designs on instigating dissent, he would be one step ahead of me.” [James Luceno. Darth Plagueis]

32 BBY: Palpatine kills Plagueis and takes Dooku as his new apprentice. Some time after that, Palpatine tells Dooku about the clone army, so he kills Sifo-Dias. After, he finds Jango Fett – whom he had fountgh in the battle of Galidraan – and convinces to become the template for the clone army.

One of your former confidants at the Jedi Temple has perceived the coming change, Sidious had told him. This one has contacted a group of cloners, regarding the creation of an army for the Republic. The order for the army can stand, for we will be able to make use of that army someday. But Master Sifo-Dyas cannot stand, for the Jedi cannot learn about the army until we are prepared to have them learn of it. And so with the murder of Sifo-Dyas, Dooku had embraced the dark side fully, and Sidious had conferred on him the title Darth Tyranus. His final act before leaving the Jedi Order was to erase all mentions of Kamino from the Jedi archives. Then, as Tyranus, he had found Fett on Bogg 4; had instructed the Mandalorian to deliver himself to Kamino; and had arranged for payments to be made to the cloners through circuitous routes … Ten years passed. Under its new Supreme Chancellor, the Republic recovered somewhat, then grew more corrupt and beset with problems than before. As best they could, Sidious and Tyranus helped things along. Sidious had the ability to see deep into the future, but there was always the unexpected. With the power of the dark side, however, came flexibility. Having traced Fett to Kamino, Obi-Wan Kenobi had turned up on Geonosis. All at once, here was Qui-Gon Jinn’s former Padawan, right under Dooku’s nose. But when he had informed Sidious of Obi-Wan’s presence, Sidious had only said, Allow events to play out, Darth Tyranus. For our plans are unfolding exactly as I have foreseen. The Force is very much with us.

22 BBY: Obi-wan Kenobi discovers Kamino and the Clone Army. The kaminoans have no idea Sifo-Dyas had been dead for 10 years or that he had nothing to do with choosing Jango Fett as the template.

In conclusion, the Sith manipulated a Jedi Master into creating an army for them to destroy the Jedi.

#ask #droidrightsbill #gffa politics #jedi politics #sw meta #worldbuilding #clone troopers #meta: clones #sifo dyas #count dooku #darth plagueis #meta: dooku #meta: plagueis #meta: palpatine #txt #palpatine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

> is still VERY infatuated with padmé

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

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

palpatine offers NO help with the bounty hunter stuff.

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

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

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

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

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

mos eisley has them run right into jango.

jango leads them to geonosis.

geonosis gets them all caught.

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

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

but there's no clandestine wedding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sarcastic-bubble · 4 years

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Let’s Blame it on Blood Loss

Paring: Obi-wan Kenobi X Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death, mention of blood, little bit of angst, but lots of fluff at the end

Summary: Obi-wan and Reader are sent on a stealth mission and someone trips on a pile of droids. Part two

A/N: Obi-wan is the best and deserves all the love. Now that I’ve said that I hope you all enjoy! Also, there will be a second part, at some point.

What had started out as a simple mission to gather information from an abandoned separatist base had quickly gone downhill. You and Obi-wan Kenobi had just rather unceremoniously stuffed yourselves in an empty closet to try and avoid a large group of lookout droids. “So much for it being abandoned,” you mumble under your breath.

The man in front of you shifts, trying to get ear closer to the door. “They’ve passed by. We should be safe to continue now,” he replied quietly stepping out of the closet. “At the very least this makes things a bit more exciting. It was you who mentioned how boring this would be, wasn’t it?” The smirk the played on the man’s lips had you rolling your eyes and forcing your way past him. The coast did look clear, for now at least.

“Why don’t you spend less time teasing me and more trying to find that protocol droid Master Kenobi,” you stated, only half-joking. The sooner the two of you were out of here the better. The whole point of the mission was to be in and out before anyone noticed your presence. When the base was supposedly abandoned that task hadn’t seemed so difficult, but all these unexpected lookout droids had you on edge. You had learned early in your years as a Jedi that exciting was not always better.

“Oh please, Master (L/N),” teased the other Jedi, “don’t pretend that you-.” He was cut off abruptly by the sound of a door opening and closing in quick succession. Obi-wan’s expression shifts from playful to more serious. He peeked his head around the corner, a few droids were walking away from the room. “I have a funny feeling we might find what we’re looking for in there.” He subtly gestured with his head to the door that you had yet to see.

“How long do you think it will take those droids to clear out? We can hardly sneak into a room when the door is more than loud enough to announce our presence to anyone in the general area?” You ask as you push yourself against Obi-wan’s back and lean your head out just enough to get a proper view of the door.

“No one said anything about taking the door, (Y/N)” He looked up to a vent only a few feet away from where the two of you hid. “I imagine that’s big enough for us to fit through. At the very least you’ll fit.” He glances up and down your smaller frame.

“You know how I feel about small spaces Obi. I won’t have a lot of room to move if I get discovered while in there.” You cross your arms and lean back against the wall. You loathed small spaces. They were cramped, dark (although the dark wasn’t really all that bad), and made you feel like you were trapped. The thought of climbing through this vent had you shuddering. If a space was too small for you to properly wield your lightsaber you took that as a sign that you weren’t meant to be there.

“You didn’t seem to mind hiding in the closet earlier. If I’m remembering correctly you were the one who pushed me in there,” he teased quietly.

“That closet was a lot bigger. But fine, whatever, let’s get this over and done with.” You very carefully remove the cover of the vent and set it down on the ground. With all the grace you can manage you hoist yourself up into the vent. It wasn’t as small as your worried it would be but naturally you were stuck crawling on all fours. The metal was cold and uncomfortable, and every creek or groan had you stop for a moment and hold your breath. When it was clear you weren’t heard you continued on slowly. This was terrible. The next time the council thought it would be a good idea to send you on a stealth mission you swore to tell no. Not that there really was much good it would do when the council gave you an assignment but everything was worth trying once.

Obi-wan waited patiently leaning against the wall. The droids walked past without noticing and he had taken the opportunity to slip down the hall and wait next to the closed door. You had been right when you said it would be too loud to open it, but he hoped to hear when you dropped down to the ground. As inconvenient as it was, he found your phobia rather endearing and respected you all the more for not letting it stop you. He heard a soft thud on the other side of the door. You must have made it. “(Y/N), does it look like the droid is in there?” he asked just loud enough for you to hear.

“I think so, it looks like what was shown to us. Just keep a lookout for a few minutes while I transfer these memory files,” you replied. You pulled out a small black device and inserted it into an open slot in the droid. While technology was never really your strong suit you had been promised that all you needed to do was plug the device in and let the program inside do all the work. This really was simple enough, but it would take a few minutes. You paced around the room finding a few more odds and ends to look at. Most of it was just broken-down droids like the one you had been sent to look for. There was a barely audible beep when the file transfer had finished. You unplugged the small device and tucked it back into your pocket.

“I’ve got it, Obi! Let’s get ready to leave, I’m not spending one more minute in this place than I have to.” You lift yourself into the vent. You feel your foot catch on something but think nothing of it a just shake it off. As you begin to crawl forward you hear the unmistakable sound of metal sliding against metal. Before you could react, there was a series of loud crashes as the various droids fell to the ground and onto one another. “Shit,” you mumbled.

“I really suggest you hurry after making all that noise (Y/N)! I’m sure half the base heard it.” Shouted Obi-wan. There really was no point in being quiet anymore.

For you, that meant there was no reason to climb back through that dreadful vent again. You hopped out and made far more noise than you meant too as you landed in the pile of broken droids. The door was already open and Obi-wan was motioning for you to move faster. The two of you run and do your best to avoid the droids looking for you and you were successful too until you reached your ship. A large group of droids were firing at it with their blasters, you could only imagine they were trying to break it. You and Obi-wan found a spot to hide and come up with a plan.

“I’m going to go see if I can distract them. Maybe draw them away long enough for you start the engines. If they keep firing at it like that we’ll be stuck here,” you stated trying to analyze the damage already done.

All you received in response was nod. You were sure he expected you to have a carefully thought out plan, but alas it wasn’t so. Your plan was to draw your lightsaber and run. Thank the Maker droids were never the smartest because it worked out quite well for you. Their attention was drawn by the sound your lightsaber made and they began to fire at you. They were terrible shots while chasing after you and it didn’t take much to lose them after you led them far enough away from the ship. Well, you thought you had lost them. Apparently, your connection to the force was suffering because you were shocked when you felt the searing pain of a blaster bolt hitting your side. You did all you could to lose them, the only thing keeping you standing was pure adrenalin. In the end, you found yourself in the same closet this whole mess had started in. The droids passed by and didn’t think to check there, something you couldn’t be more thankful for.

With the adrenaline leaving your body you began to feel the pain in your left side more intensely and in a few more places where didn’t realize you had been hit. Every movement to try and drag yourself out of that closet was agony. You couldn’t do it; the pain had become so much that your vision was being crowded by dark spots. There were steps outside of the door again. You were sure they would find you this time and finish what they started but when the door was slowly opened you were met with concerned blue eyes.

“Obi, I think I got shot… a lot,” you managed to mumble out between clenched teeth.

“I know you got shot, know come here and let me help you back to the ship.” He slipped and arm underneath your knees and another behind your back pulling you up against your chest. His voice was full of concern. He got you back to the ship without any problems and set you down on a small cot reserved for emergencies like these. “Next time you offer to be the distraction I’ll shoot you myself,” he half-heartedly teased. He tried to keep the situation light to keep you calm but he was filled with worry.

“I need to make it back to the Jedi temple alive for there to be a 'next time',” you groaned.

He placed a gentle and comforting hand against your cheek. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch. “You’ll make it back alive, trust me.”

“Hey Obi, just in case I don’t can I tell you something. We can blame it on the blood loss and my impending mortality if I am fine.” There were a lot of things you wanted to tell him then, but you felt your conciseness slipping. You were going to have to pick the most important things.

“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be-,“ You cut him off with a finger gently pressed against his lips.

“Shh... Obi, just let me talk.” The finger than had been on his lips moved to affectionately play with his bead. Maker how you loved that beard. “I love you.” You felt relief as you finally spoke those words and Obi-wan’s response didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

“I love you too. Which is why you need to stay alive. I can’t do any of this without you.”

The feelings between you too had been obvious to the other for as long as you could remember, you both had come to a silent and mutual agreement to ignore how much you cared for the other, but it would’ve broken your heart and soul if you died without ever getting to say those words and hear them in return. “You’d be fine without me, dear,” you whisper. You do your best to prop yourself. You place a gentle kiss on his lips before the world goes black.

You were fairly certain you weren’t dead. You had yet to open your eyes, but you were fairly certain that wherever you would end up after you died wouldn’t have constant beeping, and there was something warm squeezing your hand. With a groan, you slowly blinked and took in your surroundings. You were in a bed in a room that must be back at the Jedi temple. The beeping was one of the few machines hooked up to you, this one busy keeping track of your vital signs. The warmth in your hand was the hand of someone else. You felt it gently squeeze once again and you looked up to see who was kind enough to wait by your bedside.

“I told you that you would make it back alive, didn’t I,” said a wonderfully familiar voice. The man’s free hand came to gently stroke your cheek. Your eye’s met Obi-wan’s wonderfully blue ones. They were filled with so much concern and love, you didn’t deserve this man in your life.

“Turns out I couldn’t leave you,” you replied relaxing into his touch. There was something incredibly soothing about it. All the aches you felt didn’t seem to matter so much now. You noticed something now you hadn’t when you first looked at him. There were dark bags under his eyes and his body seemed to slouch with exhaustion. “When’s the last time you slept?”

“I haven’t. Not since we returned. I couldn’t sleep knowing that you may not be there when I wake.” It was true too. You’d later find out that while you were being treated, he paced and waited outside the door and when you had been put in a room he sat by your side. The council hadn’t been happy with his behaviour, but not even their displeasure could pull him away from your side. Not until he knew you would be okay.

You hand come to rest on top of the one holding yours. Maker, you really didn’t deserve this man. “How long was I asleep?”

“Four days.”

“You haven’t slept in four days? That’s hardly healthy.”

“I would have waited longer by your side if I needed to.”

“I imagine the council hasn’t been pleased that you’ve been ignoring your duties in favour of waiting by me,” you say, idly rubbing circles on the top of his hand.

“They haven’t, but nothing would have pulled me from your side.” He shifted from the chair he was sitting on and onto your bed. You winced as you moved to make room for him. It was more than worth it when laying down next you and very carefully pulled you against his body, your head tucked underneath his.

As he pulled you to him there was an occasional pull on your wounds, and you winced with the movement but once you were in his arms you felt warmer and safer than you had in years. “You should rest before the council comes to whisk you away again,” you mumble against his chest.

You heard a quiet hum and felt it vibrate through his chest. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and in seconds you were both fast asleep.

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