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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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That One Fucked-Up Rexwalker AU

OKAY so people showed interest in this! Cool! This is... actually you know what, yeah, this falls into dead dove territory. It's kind of angst with a happy ending? At the very least it's hurt/comfort.

Warnings: rape as psychological torture by an enemy party, later dubious consent by parties that are at least trying to make it consensual but the situation makes it difficult to navigate

This was inspired partially by the first chapter of this collection by @the-writing-mill, which features Obi-Wan getting absolutely railed by a fucking machine set up by droids who don't understand consent. I got to thinking about the set-up and slid sideways into a slightly different context.

So Anakin, in all his shitty luck, gets captured, as one does. Whoever captures him has strict instructions to avoid physically damaging him or permanently fucking up his connection to the Force, because they'd like to use him as a weapon eventually, but to play around with his psychological damage in whatever way suits.

We'll say it's Ventress, who vastly prefers horrifying physical damage for torture, or killing/hurting people's loved ones in front of them, and now has to get creative to deal with Skywalker, because for whatever reason, she only managed to get Anakin and not any of his friends.

Obviously, Palpatine is the one saying 'don't damage the good.' She doesn't know that, though, just that Dooku said His Sith Master said to leave Skywalker intact for later.

So the easy route to psychological damage is, well, rape. But she's not into him, and there aren't really any other sentients in her little torture castle, but last she checked Skywalker is really needy? She's picked up on the fact that this guy really loves Having people.

She handles it: strip him down, strap him down, and get a fucking machine involved. Naked and cold and with a pipe leaking from the ceiling. Let a protocol droid keep an eye on things so he doesn't have some kind of permanent physical damage, but basically just have him unceasingly fucked for like a week, sometimes edging and sometimes forcing and sometimes just really digging into the oversensitivity, whether he's awake or asleep or what. Nothing but air and metal, and sometimes Ventress when she comes by to taunt him. There's magic involved to up his sexual craving without making it any easier on him.

It's fucked up but he does get saved! Eventually!

Ventress did her job, didn't enjoy it, and doesn't care that he's gone. She has people to kill, okay, she's bored.

So, you know, Anakin needs time to recover. He doesn't try to argue that he doesn't, at least partly because he's having trouble standing. He'll be fine! Stop worrying, guys! It's fine!

It's not fine, everyone tells him, because that was fucked!

It takes a while to get back to Coruscant. It's normally a few days, but there's a disruption on the hyperlane they'd use, sooooooo they're stuck.

Anakin tries to make some calls to Padme. When the calls connect, she helps. Obi-Wan was part of the rescue team, so he's there to do what he can, but Anakin keeps flinching away. Ahsoka is helpful because Anakin's hindbrain reads her as Not A Threat, but nobody's telling her what kind of torture Anakin was dealing with, because she's Designated Baby.

Anakin is alternately overwhelmed by physical touch and craving it, and the fact that he just got the Force back isn't helping.

(It later comes to light that the reason he flinches from Obi-Wan and Ahsoka is because they've got the Force and a person with the Force approaching for that week meant Ventress, and that's--not great. And it's just a LOT and REALLY BRIGHT after his time in the Force-nullifying cuffs.)

So Anakin spends a lot of time alone, craving people while being deeply unnerved by the ones he's most able to ask for that sort of thing (his master and padawan). Rex is one of a handful of clones that volunteer to check in on Anakin until they get to Coruscant. He's not the only one who walks in on Anakin shifting uncomfortably and looking red in the face, but he's the one that actually asks about it.

Anakin, with some prodding, does not admit to the problem. He does, however, admit to a different problem, and asks if Rex would be okay with a hug, or maybe putting an arm around Anakin's shoulder, or--actually, no, this is stupid, forget he said anythi-- Rex sits down next to him and pulls Anakin into his side and just lets Anakin relax into him.

Anakin starts shivering. Shuddering. Crying, after a while. Rex lets it happen and tries not to panic, just rubs an hand up and down Anakin's arm.

They don't really talk about it, but Anakin does end up cuddling with Rex for a few hours a day while they try to get everyone home, and Anakin's kind of on enforced medical leave, so he can't really help until Obi-Wan comes up with a solution that gives Anakin a job directly.

Rex finally gets an answer to why Anakin keeps looking uncomfortable and close to tears but embarrassed about it. He doesn't, for the record, press for that answer. Instead, he accidentally walks in on Anakin three fingers deep in his own ass and whining into his pillow.

Which is. Awkward.

Obviously.

Turns out whatever Ventress did to him has him feeling incredibly empty without something to plug him up! It sucks! He hates it! He's been trying very hard not to submit to this need, but it's still there and he needs to be filled up and just snapped and had to do something about it!

This is, as you can imagine, not a comfortable conversation for anyone, but Rex tries to cheer him up with "Well, Jedi have stipends, right? You can probably find, uh, a toy, right? Once we're back on Coruscant? Or the Senator...?"

Anakin doesn't want Padme to know.

Anakin is also near tears but that's. Well. Rex is used to that by now.

(Anakin isn't using shipboard fabricators to make a dildo or plug because have fun explaining that on the expense report!)

So Rex is in this awkward position of having to comfort his recently-more-traumatized-than-before superior officer, whom he just walked in on furiously and tearfully masturbating due to said trauma...

And Rex is pretty much just like "Dude, please call your wife and have her talk you through the... whole... thing... I'm just, I think you'd probably feel less upset about having to fill yourself or whatever if she was talking you through it?"

They drop the subject for a bit, but Anakin is still Fucked Up in many ways, including new and exciting ones, and it turns out he hasn't been sleeping! And only sleeps if there's someone he trusts nearby!

So obviously Rex volunteers because fuck it, it's not like there's anything about his General he hasn't seen yet, right? So, yeah! Sleepy cuddles! Intended to be platonic!

Rex wakes up hard and flushed and with a very much still asleep Anakin grinding his ass against Rex's crotch.

Which, under significantly different circumstances, he'd not be upset by... But given literally everything going on, um. No?

Rex has no idea what to do, so he just kind of lays there and tries to shift away so his back is pressed to the wall and Anakin isn't accidentally trying to fuck himself in his sleep. Which works.

For about fifteen minutes.

And then Anakin is whining and shuffling back and Rex just tries to wake him up like Dude, You Don't Actually Want This, You Told Me You Don't Want This

And they separate and avoid each other and shower, and Rex leaves to go do Things while Anakin continues to try to meditate away what trauma he can before they get back to Coruscant for extremely long mandated therapy.

Rex shows up that evening to cuddle again, but Anakin tries to turn him away because He Can't Be Sexually Assualting His Friends In His Sleep, so he should honestly just sleep alone, right? Right, okay, bye Rex, Anakin is so sorry about this morning--

And Rex interrupts that he's not actually upset about it, he's just upset about Anakin being in this position, and Anakin doesn't actually want Rex so that's kind of upsetting, and Rex would be very open to this later after the war when they're not in a position to fuck up their entire legion with a change in dynamics--

And this goes back and forth for a bit before Rex realizes that Anakin does actually want him, and did before this whole Situation happened, and Anakin realizes that Rex is interested in him and NOT just trying to 'do his duty for his Jedi' or whatever.

And anyway, it turns into some very sweet lovemaking every night where Anakin gets to fall asleep with a cock in his ass, filled with cum, with Padme's blessing, until they get to Coruscant and he can find a plug for the nights they're not together (and also some therapy).

When Obi-Wan finds out they're fucking, he's actually furious and ALSO unsure of which one's taking advantage of the other.

Initially assumes Rex is taking advantage of Anakin's recent emotional traumas. Anakin protests that he asked Rex for this, and Obi-Wan is asking in horror if Anakin ordered one of the soldier under his command to do this, and it all just kind of goes very poorly.

Everyone means well. Nobody really succeeds at it.

#Rexwalker #Captain Rex #Anakin Skywalker #asajj ventress #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #the clone wars #torture tw #psychological torture tw #rape tw #phoenix posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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x-childish-x · 3 years

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Valentine’s Day Mystery Special! Part 1

How They Would Spend Valentine's Day With You!

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Word Count: 833

A/N: Day Three! Here it is! The Mystery Valentine's Day Special! It's basically a brief list of some head-cannons of what spending V-Day with these characters would be like (from my opinion). Characters who receive their own special are not included on this list. Another reminder that requests are still open but will not be posted until after 2/15. However, you can send in a Valentine's Day request and I'll do my best to post it with the specials! If you would like an extension of any of these, send in an ask and let me know! I hope you enjoy!

Part One: Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker

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Anakin absolutely loves Valentine's Day. I don't see him as the type to bring you candy or flowers, not that stuff. But he'd totally give you something he made, or something that reminded him of you while he was on a mission. Like, he'd find a crystal on a mission with Obi-Wan, and he'd totally sneak it back and then clean it all up, carve it, and turn it into a necklace and give it to you for Valentine's Day. Despite how confident he normally is, he would be so nervous and shy to give you gifts but he would die to see your reactions. The way your eyes light up and you do that smile, Anakin would be complete putty to give you gifts, which is why he loved Valentine's Day so much. Because he could surprise you with so many gifts and have you all to himself for a day.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

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Obi-Wan is the most casual person about Valentine's Day. Of course, part of the reason he's so casual is because of the Jedi code, but he's also just such a calm person. He'd get you a gift, or two, or three, but it'd be more "mature" gifts. Like instead of a full bouquet of flowers, he'd only get you like half a dozen. Or, he'd get you something you'd wanted for months, or had been asking for. And he'd be so flipping casual about giving you the gifts! He's definitely the type to just hand you the gift, perfectly wrapped (or bagged), and mutter a simple "Happy Valentine's Day, love." He'd be so mature about the whole thing because he loves you and he's just overall so happy to have such an amazing person as you, in his life, while still trying to be all tough, mature Jedi Master Kenobi. Doesn't mean he doesn't turn into a soft mess when you tell him "Thank you", he would definitely pull you into his chest and whisper "Of course, my love."

Kylo Ren

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This boy? Maker! Kylo Ren puts so much effort into pretending to hate the whole idea of Valentine's Day. Every chance he gets he talks about how "pointless" the day is. But you and I both know that he would 100% spend the whole entire day worshipping you. He'd make sure you don't like a finger the whole day, that you have the day off, and you have everything you need. He absolutely would not acknowledge giving you gifts. He's the type to leave the gifts on your bed, or in the living room and completely ignore when you ask him what it is. Kylo definitely tries so hard to be so sly and convincing of hating the day but he completely loves spoiling you and making you feel special. Not to mention, when you finally are able to kiss his cheek and whisper "Thank you" to him for the gifts, oh my god he gets so red and so flipping happy.

Finn

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SUCKER FOR VALENTINES DAY! Absolutely loves Valentine's Day. Would literally do everything possible. Candy, chocolates, flowers, stuffed animals, anything and everything he possibly could do, he would. Finn would spend the whole day spoiling you and babying you and would be so confident. He's probably the most confident person when giving gifts. He's like "Yeah. You'll love my gifts. They're great." He's all for the day and literally the biggest sweetheart the whole time. Definitely stays up late the night before with Leia and BB-8 to decorate the whole base, and a powered down C-3PO is behind them because that droid was way too loud.

Han Solo

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Loves it, all for it, but he'd be such a smug ass about it. He'd get you your favorite candy/chocolate and something else you'd been asking for for awhile and he'd be like "I knew you'd love it, of course you'd love it. i have such good taste" and ignore the fact you'd been begging him to get it for you for MONTHS. Deep down though, he'd be so afraid that you'd changed your mind and no longer wanted the gift. Not to mention, Han would be such a hidden softie about the day. Like, behind closed doors he becomes a literal baby for you. He'd whine anytime you got up to leave him because "babe it's valentine's day don't leave me."

Luke Skywalker

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This little fucker would spoil you rotten and be sooooooo fucking shy about it. He would travel the whole damn galaxy to get you everything you'd mentioned in the past month. And he'd be so shy and scared to give you gifts, because "stars, what if they don't like it" but of course, you love it. He would definitely try to be creative with how he gifts it to you, maybe in a cute bag, or wrapped or in a gift basket? He would just love watching you get all excited and nervous about opening the gifts yourself. Luke would be the type of person to try to refuse any gifts you get him but he'd get so excited and would kiss all over your face because you finally got him that damn power converter. Would definitely want to spend the whole day cuddling you.

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starlightkenobi · 4 years

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sooooooo...... i have a request pls. dom!obi-wan x reader where he was a breeding kink. I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

IM BACK !!!!! coming back with some fun requests because this is H O T. also sorry this one is a tad bit short, still coming back from a huge depressive episode lmao. but writing definitely feels so good and im so happy to be back 💖

Breed // Obi Wan x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: dom obi wan, breeding kink

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Obi Wan wasn’t a possessive person. Material objects, attachments, they were all forbidden by the Jedi code. But there was something about you, something that gave him the carnal desire to claim you, to own you. He had never felt that way before, not about anyone or anything. When he realized how he felt about you, he made a secret promise to himself that he would never act on these feelings. A lot of good that did, considering here he was, every last inch of him buried inside of you.

It wasn’t like this was the first time though. He had been here many times before, in the throws of ecstasy with you writhing beneath him. But what started as a way to stave off more confusing feelings quickly became the source of them. Eventually, you two couldn’t deny how you felt any longer, and Obi Wan had to accept that breaking the code couldn’t be so bad if it felt this good. Good to love, and to be loved. And it felt good to admit that, too.

“I love you.” Obi Wan’s breath was hot against your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You were panting, engulfed in a pleasurable fire that sent heat to your aching cunt. Your heart was filled with warmth, too. Warmth at the fact that Obi Wan did, truly and completely, love you.

“I l-love you too...so much.” You stuttered, struggling to form coherent sentences with him pounding you. To say that he was “fucking your brains out” would be an understatement. To be fair, you did have something else on your mind, the thought of his cock shooting cum deep inside of you. And on top of that, you could tell that Obi Wan was getting close.

“Obi Wan...” You moaned, clawing at his sheets.

A smirk danced across his face. “Yes, darling?” That damned smug composure. It wouldn’t last too long though, you were sure of it.

“I want...I want you inside.” Obi Wan laughed as much as he could muster while being this breathless.

“Darling, I am inside of you.” He punctuated each word with a calculated thrust, sending you reeling.

“No.” As hard as it was, you held eye contact with him and thrust your hips forward to meet his. “I want you to cum inside of me.”

His jaw dropped as you could see the last bit of his composure slip away. It took every ounce of control in his body to not cum as soon as he heard those words fall from your pretty little lips. His hips faltered, and he took in a shaky breath.

“Are...Are you sure, darling? I just think-”

“Obi Wan.” You cut him off, thrusting your hips forward again and encouraging him to resume his previous pace. “I want you to fuck your cum into me. Trust me, I’m sure.”

This set off something for Obi Wan. The desire to take you, claim you, own you, in the most primal way possible. You were his to do this with, to mark your insides with his seed so that no one else could ever have you, only him. His darling.

Out of nowhere, his thrusts resumed, taking you completely by surprise. You gasped, twisting your fingers even tighter in his sheets. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? You’d love me to fuck a baby in this tight cunt of yours.” You could have sworn you heard him growl as he said that.

Now, there was no actual way that he could get you pregnant. You were on birth control, and you weren’t naive enough to risk Obi Wan’s position on the council. However the thought still brought you closer to the edge.

You moaned, loud enough to usually make you nervous of other people hearing, but right now, you didn’t care. “Please...fill me up with your cum!” You were whining, grasping at him and pulling him closer to you.

Obi Wan’s hair stuck to his forehead and his hands slid from your hips to your thighs. He pulled them apart impossibly further, admiring the sight before him. “Look at you, begging for my cum.” A smug grin appeared on his face. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He continued to pound his hips against yours with such a force that you felt the bed shaking. For a moment, his pace faltered, and you felt his hips stutter. Through half lidded eyes, his gaze met yours. “Cum for me, darling.” The coil within your belly snapped, and you were sent spiraling into a powerful orgasm. As soon as you started squeezing around him, you felt his cum shooting into you. It heightened your orgasm, sending you further and further into the mind blowing pleasure.

Your breathing was labored and heavy, and you could feel a bead of sweat drip down your forehead. You looked absolutely wrecked, but you couldn’t say that Obi Wan looked much better. You were both absolutely exhausted, but sated and pleased with tonight's events. You were especially pleasantly surprised with the fact that your words struck a very particular chord with Obi Wan.

As content as you would have been to lie here forever with Obi Wan inside of you, you were beginning to get a little uncomfortable. You tried to shift your body in an attempt to get Obi Wan to pull out, but his grip on your hips tightened, and he only pulled you closer.

“Not yet darling, I don’t want to waste a single drop.”

#obi wan said #imma fuck you with the might of ZEUS #star wars #fanfic #the clone wars #smut #obi wan kenobi #obi wan smut #obi wan x reader #obi wan

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kckenobi · 3 years

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Author Interview Game

Ahh thanks for the tag @pandora15 and @giggles-and-freckles!

Name: Kasey

Fandoms: primarily Star Wars right now! Of course there’s been others I’ve dabbled in over the years, but Star Wars is my steadfast ride or die lol.

Where you post: I post my longer, more involved fics to ao3, and my short stuff from prompts on tumblr. I feel like I consider my ao3 as a portfolio of the fics I put the most time and effort into, and tumblr is just for fun and fulfilling prompts.

Most popular oneshot: Shelter!

Which cracks me up, because while I totally loved writing it, it’s so self-indulgent and kind of plotless lol—basically some classic sickfic, where Obi-Wan and Anakin are trapped in the briefing room while Obi-Wan has a migraine. I’m glad people like it!

Most popular multichap: Roots is my only multichapter fic lol, so it’s the most popular by default. But yikes there are some things about Roots that make me bigtime cringe now (mostly my misguided thoughts about what ‘attachment’ was before I got on tumblr lol, and my stilted pacing and clunky metaphors), even though it’s only been a few months since I wrote it—but hey, such is growth lol

Favorite story you’ve written: Ooh probably In Memoriam. It was the hardest one to write I think, and I remember having to really work for the pacing because there’s so much tension—like how Anakin gets more and more upset, and Obi-Wan is feeling sick but also wants to keep it together to figure out what’s bothering Anakin, etc etc. So trying to figure out the peaks and valleys and all that was a fun challenge.

I also have a lot of love for the fics @katierosefun and I wrote together, like loose stitches—that’s just been such an awesome thing to do, and they all have a special place in my heart!

Fic you were nervous to post: Some Things You Just Can’t Speak About! I’d never written Bail Organa before so I was worried about getting his voice right, and I was worried the Council scene was gonna be flat and boring, and I was scared of making Obi-Wan come across as too fragile, or the Council as cold and unfeeling.

How you choose your titles: they usually come from a line in the fic that points to the theme somehow. I almost always “find” my title as I’m writing—like there’s usually a moment where I write a line and go OH there it is—there’s the title! Either that, or an appropriate Taylor swift lyric lol.

Do you outline? Yup, almost always! I find it helps me beat writer’s block—my outlines are often almost like a really shitty first draft, like the whole story is there in detail, dialogue and all, it’s just super poorly written lol. But somehow it’s a loophole to my perfectionism, cause my brain goes “ah! It’s bullet points! So we’re allowed to write trash!” But gOD FORBID I try to write the first draft without bullet points or brain shuts off and threatens to never let me write anything ever again—

Complete: I have 27 fics on ao3, and I’ve posted somewhere around 24 just on tumblr. So technically 51 total, since I started posting stuff in April. (There’s also the tomb of my unpublished fic from before this year, when I just wrote for myself and didn’t share it, but I feel like those don’t count lol)

In progress: i just started working on a post-Geonosis fic where Obi-Wan as Anakin are both grieving in different ways and over different things. Anakin is helping Obi-Wan cut his hair when it turns into an argument which turns into a breakdown, which turns into some comfort and hugs and happier things :))) I’m also doing some requests, and a fic where Obi-Wan is having dizzy spells, but doesn’t tell anyone about them until everyone finds out in the most dramatic way possible lol

Coming soon/not yet started: waaaaay too many. I have a doc called “sw brainstorm and ideas” and it’s 15 pages of nothing but fic ideas lol. But the few I’ll probably get to soonest are here in this post :)

Prompts: I love taking prompts! Rn I have sooooooo many unanswered in my inbox. I was trying to write 2 per day this week, but I kinda got thrown off yesterday—things just got a little messier in the mental health department, and I needed to take a break from them to help myself feel better. I’m hoping to get back to them soon when I’m feeling a bit more myself, which I’m definitely starting to :)

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: I’ve outlined a continuation of this fic, which I’m calling “Burial,” and it’s a 5+1 things of all the times Obi-Wan buried someone or something important. Also hype for this fic about Anakin giving Obi-Wan a haircut, and a surprise one involving....lit nerd Obi-Wan, my fave

No pressure tags: @lightasthesun @katierosefun @soplantyourownflowers @obirain @tessiete and any other writers who wanna jump on this!

#tag game

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sophrosynic · 6 years

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Okay, I have A Lot Of Thoughts about Star Wars:

[TLJ SPOILERS ABOUND]

1) The movie was way too fucking long for what happened in it. They could have cut back on a whole bunch of stuff and still had a decent movie but nooooooooo Ryan Johnston INSISTED on cramming all that shit in there like sardines. Because who ever needs subtlety right? 2) If you honestly walked away from this movie thinking that the Kylan Roe Redemption Sequence actually made him look like a good person and not someone who has a repeated & consistent pattern of being a horrible fucking human being, then you were watching the wrong movie lol. 3) Speaking of which, the best fucking thing about the rest of this movie series is the fact that Kyaln Row's story line has finally been set up so that he's the final villain. Like, we have gotten the shitty failed redemption arc crap out of the way now and there's no more turning back sooooooo can't wait for ReysGonnaWreckHisAss2k19 4) Anyway the good stuff 5) LUKE LOWKEY DISSING OBI-WAN KENOBI AND THE JEDI ORDER THOUGH LIKE :ALKSDJF:DLKJF:SDLUORUDSKJ:DSKF 6) OBI-WANS PROBABLY SCREAMING OFF IN THE DISTANT VOID LIKE 7) "SHOULD HAVE FUCKING LEFT YOU IN TATOOINE ASSHOLE!!!!!" 7.5) (When Luke dies and becomes one with the Force, Obi-Wan legit follows him around DEMANDING royalties for the "if you strike me down" shit) 8) Also, I WAS RIGHT ABT REY'S PARENTAGE I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT HOW RIGHT I WAS 9) Because the whole POINT of Star Wars has always been about found families. 10) WHICH, speaking OF, is yet another damning indictment against Klo RowRow. Because family doesn't mean shit. Because choice is everything. Choosing the goodness within yourself is what matters the most. Because no one is born with inherent light or inherent darkness within them--they choose these things as they go on and it's those choices that matter. 11) WHICH LEADS TO YET ANOTHER POINT BECAUSE FINN!!!!!!! REY!!!!!!!!! POE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 12) THEY HUG 13) "FINN NAKED LEAKING WHAT?????" 14) "HELLO IM POE." - "I'M REY." - "I KNOW IVE HEARD" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 15) IDC IF THATS WRONG OR NOT WHAT THEY SAID BECAUSE FUCK YOU 16) REY!!!!!!!! LOOKING AT FINN!!!!!!!!! BEING KIND TO ROSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 16.5) (OT4!OT4!OT4!OT4!) 17) ANAKIN SKYWALKER'S LIGHTSABER BROKEN INTO TWO DAMN PIECES IS THE BEST WAY FOR IT TO GO 18) (SOMEWHERE OUT THERE IN THE FORCE HE'S HEAVING A LEGIT SIGH OF RELIEF AND PADME GIVES HIM A HUG) 19) (LEAVE THE POOR BASTARD ALONE HES DEAD) 20) THE SUBTLE AND INCISIVE CRITIQUE OF CAPITALISM AND WEALTH AND WAR AND IMPERIALISM, ALL IN ONE SINGLE SENTENCE THOUGH. 21) Hux is SUCH a fucking LOSER like WHAT THE FRUFKC klajd. 22) (Honestly this is just gonna make all the shippers so much MORE annoying tbh!!!!!) 23) HONOURABLE MENTION 1 GOES TO: Luke tossing the lightsabre over his shoulder and rolling his eyes and walking away LIKE THE DRAMA QUEEN HE IS (There are no more honourable mentions after this one.) 23.5) (SOMEWHERE OUT THERE IN THE FORCE VOID ANAKIN IS CHEERING IN DELIGHT) 24) Listen. LISTEN. It is in fact an intergalactic resistance meme by this point to make fun of Hux at any given opportunity, in as many increasingly bizarre and surreal ways as possible. 25) Galactic social media is just filled with shitty Hux memes 26) Most of them are just variations of "Uh hello??? I need to speak to Hucks? With a K? Rhymes with Fucks, as in, I'm all out of fucks to give abt the First Order????" 27) (Poe may or may NOT have ripped it off of a Resistance fan Twitter, but can you BLAME him when so many people are so damn creative???) 28) THAT ONE MOMENT WHEN HUX MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE BECOME A GODDAMN INADVERTENT HERO BUT NO. NO. FUCK YOU!!!!! 28.5) (Shitty TLJ AU where he DOES shoot pylon rowboat and becomes an accidental-but-totally-on-purpose-for-the-lulz posterboy for the Resistance & they manage to bring down the whole First Order by just refusing to take Hucks seriously) 29) "Do you think you got him???" 30) Ok, I'm reading through this list and there isn't enough appreciation for Rose, so here goes: 31) ROSE STOPPING FINN WHEN SHE THINKS HES RUNNING AWAY AND THEN JUST CASUALLY MENTIONING THAT SHE ZAPS DESERTERS INTO OBLIVION WHENEVER SHE COMES ACROSS ONE 32) ROSE FEELING FOR THE BIG HORSE THINGIES SO DEEPLY 33) ROSE HATING CAPITALISM!!!!!!!! 34) (IN A MOVIE WITH AT LEAST ONE CRITTER THAT WAS SPECIFICALLY DEVELOPED FOR MERCHANDISING PURPOSES ONLY) 35) SAVING FINNS LIFE WHEN HES TOO CARRIED AWAY TO DO IT HIMSELF 37) (Just also want to mention briefly that Obi-Wan is also lowkey pissed that Luke just copied his shitty Old Man Day Drinks Himself To Oblivion in Solitude aesthetic, ALL THE WAY DOWN to the badly written George Lucas dialogue like HOW and WHY but most importantly HOW DARE YOU) 38) (But he will give him points for the whole "every word in that sentence was wrong" bit) 39) (He's also happy that at least SOMEONE picked up the Kenobi instinct for wrecking people by shade alone) 40) Anyone who mistakes Rey's efforts to bring that undeserving fuckwit back into the light as anything EXCEPT the actions of a pure, wonderful delightful human being who is committed to goodness and NOTHING ELSE watched the wrong movie 41) I'm sorry but you did 42) I'll probably scream abt that in a different post tbh 43) In summary: Ryan Johnston got mildly lucky and I'm prety sure the movie would have been ten thousand times worse but there was just so much stuff there that there was enough stuff to make it partially worthwhile so yeah

#v. scriptoriis #long post #tlj spoilers #star wars #the last jedi

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1000-directions · 7 years

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i almost forgot that @heartdevouring tagged me in a thing!! which is sad because i was so excited to get tagged <3

RULES : ANSWER all questions, ADD one question of your own and then TAG as many people as there are questions whoever i want cause i don’t even know 50 people on tumblr :)

i’m gonna tag at the top, because this is long. tagging people makes me so nervous, thanks anxiety!! feel free to ignore altogether. @akai-coat @bigbrotherlouis @jiksax @busy-nothings @alligatornyc @magicalrocketships @rickshawala @flora-flauna @gretawhy

live session or studio session? this is off to a bad start because i legitimately don’t understand what this question is asking! like a live recording or a studio recording of a song? i only enjoy live recordings like...while i’m there listening to it. i hate watching concert videos on youtube or whatever, and i never take photos or video at shows. i’ve been to around 80 live shows for various artists, so i love me some live music, but i still prefer to listen to the meticulously mixed and balanced music that comes from a studio session. IF THAT’S EVEN WHAT THIS IS ASKING?

coke or pepsi? i can’t drink soda because it hurts my mouth, and i don’t like fluids that much in general :( :( on the one hand, i’ve never even tasted pepsi? but i had coke exactly once and i hated it. so, neither.

disney or dreamworks? i guess disney but in a super casual “maybe i’ll watch ‘cinderella’ one more time someday” way and not like “i wanna get married at disney AND go there for my honeymoon AND go back every single year and never visit anywhere else ever disney disney disney” way.

coffee or tea? i love them both so much in so many varieties. if i had to choose, i would choose coffee, but i wouldn’t turn down either. i’ve been drinking a lot of taro milk tea lately and it’s fucking amazing.

books or movies? lol i’m one of those jerks who’s like “i’m too busy to read a book!!!!!!!!” but i have no problem getting through a 100k fic in one weekend. okay actually, i feel like these days i don’t super love books OR movies, i just love fanfic and tv shows, and that’s because both of them give you sooooooo much backstory and characterization, and you get to spend so much time living with them in a way you don’t get from a movie. that being said, when i was a kid i used to stay up reading in the bathroom with a flashlight until 3am like every night. i am a lapsed book lover.

windows or mac? mac

dc or marvel? ugh i love the old campy batman show, it was an important part of my childhood and my weird relationship with my father. and i LOVED “lois and clark: the new adventures of superman.” so i love that sort of nostalgia feeling i get from dc. actually you know what, i was gonna hedge and say dc for old stuff and marvel for new stuff, but i’m going dc regardless, because i’m not super into all the new marvel properties anyway. dc, final answer. batgirl could get it.

xbox or playstation? the last game system i played was a super nintendo, but i was always more of a sega genesis gal tbh

night owl or early riser? because of my schedule and my shitty decision-making, it ends up being both. i sleep like four hours each night :/

cards or chess? i’ll go cards, but i am probably garbage at both

chocolate or vanilla? like, you can’t ruin anything by adding a really beautiful freshly scraped vanilla bean to it, whereas there is a lot of extremely shitty chocolate in the world. or, i guess mostly in america, we’re pretty shit at chocolate :(

vans or converse? converse. i have like seven pairs of chucks right now, though most of them are falling apart.

star wars or star trek? star trek: the next generation. omg it’s on netflix??? i’m gonna marathon the hell out of that 🙃

one episode per week or marathoning? MARATHON. my attention span is too short to keep up with something i only see once a week.

gandalf or obi-wan? i literally don’t care at all

heroes or villains? i don’t know, just be nice?

john williams or hans zimmer? i have no opinion about this

disneyland/disney world or six flags? i kind of hate all theme parks, but i really especially hate disney theme parks because i think it’s a huge scam. it’s expensive as shit, and there’s this creepy mythology around it where we brainwash kids into wanting to go there before they even understand wtf it is, and you’re not a good parent if you don’t take your kids there, and it’s EXPENSIVE AS SHIT, and you wait in lines for ten million hours, unless you hire a kid in a wheelchair to pretend to be your kid so you can cut lines (this is a real thing, people are fucking monsters). it’s just extremely unappealing to me, but the corporation seems to be doing okay without my support. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

forest or sea? i like hiking and i don’t like swimming, so let’s go forest. however, i love birds, but i REALLY love fucking weird deep sea creatures, so this is tough. i don’t wanna go for a swim or anything, but i would get in some kind of boat and look at weird fucking rays and anemonefish and shit like that.

flying or reading minds? when i was a kid, i legitimately thought people could read my mind, and it was The Worst, so let’s go with flying. so i can hang out with birds :)

twin peaks or northern exposure? never seen northern exposure, so twin peaks

harry potter or lord of the rings? i really liked the lotr books and really did not care about the lotr movies. i am not super passionate about harry potter books or movies, but i fucking love one direction harry potter AUs, so let’s go potter. i found out today that my patronus is a chow dog.

cake or pie? both both both but if i have to choose i would pick pie but also both both both

you are banished to a desert island, which benedict cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you? THIS IS MY FAVORITE QUESTION IN THE WHOLE THING. BECAUSE. THIS MEANS I GET TO BE ON AN ISLAND WITH VICTORIAN SCIENTIST JOSEPH FUCKING HOOKER. DARWIN’S BEST FRIEND!!!!!!! he could teach me about plants, and then we could gossip about darwin and huxley!!!!! omg i want it so bad

train or cruise ship? i would rather drive, but i guess a train is fine.

brian cox or neil degrasse-tyson? neil. he can be Too Much, but i like that he’s actively trying to defend science in a mainstream, accessible way.

wizard of oz or alice in wonderland? i’ve never made it all the way through wizard of oz because i was too scared of the flying monkeys :(

fanfiction or fanart? i am more into fic personally but good on you for creating something whatever it is <3

the hunger games - books or movies? books

be able to see the future or travel into the past? fuck the future, i wanna hang out with dinosaurs and/or victorian scientists

han solo or luke skywalker? yeah i don’t care. princess leia.

lilacs or sunflowers? omg don’t get me started on plants, i love em!!! turning sunlight into food, little legends :’)

spring or autumn? spring is good but it only lasts for about 14 seconds around here. we pretty much go from “ahhhhh it’s too cold!!!” straight into “ahhhhh it’s too hot!!!!”

campfire or fireplace? campfire 🔥🔥

french fries or onion rings? fries

truth or dare? truth. i’m pretty open about most things, but i ain’t doing shit and you can’t make me :) :)

winter or summer? i kinda hate them both. summer is too hot for me. but in winter, you have snow, which is the worst. and then you bundle up to go outside but when you get inside the heat is BLASTING and you’re overdressed for it, so winter ends up being too hot for me, too :( i’m always too hot :( :(

vampires or werewolves? vampire tv shows, werewolf one direction aus

red or blue? GREEN

eyes or lips? idk i mean they both serve an important purpose, i’d like to keep both

burgers or sandwiches? i don’t eat meat so let’s go sandwiches

friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers trope? i guess friends to lovers but as long as louis is loved and cherished and gets everything he wants then i don’t care how it started

pizza or pasta? eating pasta right now :)

ancient rome or ancient greece? omg don’t make me choose. classical languages and civilizations and mythology, my first ever academic passion <3 guess who’s read the odyssey in three languages THIS GUY (guess who doesn’t remember any language except for english anymore, also this guy)

foxes or wolves? FOXES!! fennec foxes!! darwin’s foxes!! arctic foxes!! all the lil foxes

mermaids or dragons? MERMAIDS. EXTREMELY MERMAIDS. the only reason i even started liking louis tomlinson is because i read a fic where he was a mermaid, but that’s a story for another day.

sci-fi or fantasy? ahhhhh don’t make me choose. gimme all the dystopian societies

watch a film in theaters or at home? going to the theater sounds exhausting, i’m good right here

fireproof or no more sad songs? fireproof, on account of louis tomlinson rolling and rolling until he changes his luck, which is basically my mantra

bands or individual singers? individual singers within bands

sweet or salty? if i only get one, i’ll choose salty, but i want both. both together!! salted caramel!!! cheese and caramel popcorn mixed in a bag together!! chocolate covered pretzels!!!!

monotype corsiva or comic sans? both of these make me itchy. BUT. i’m gonna go with the dreaded comic sans BUT ONLY BECAUSE i read a thing once that people with dyslexia have an easier time reading it, and i’m on board with it from an accessibility standpoint ONLY.

my question: turtles or frogs? i know this is tough because they are both so awesome <3

#i got tagged for a thing!!#story of my life

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pr1nc3-ed · 7 years

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More tag games yay, thanks for tag @aileenaison <3 damn this will be a long one :P sooooooo here we go:

1. Favorite anime? Okay (little edit: i forgot to update this one LMAO) fullmetal alchemist, both versions, Fate/Zero and... aaaaaah i like many stuff tbh ;-; 2. Your worst anime? 11eyes. I CANT BELIEVE HOW I WAS ABLE TO EVEN FINISH THIS PIECE OF CRAP. Honorable mention to Mars of Destruction, but at least this one was the “so bad its good” trope and funny af to watch. 3. Do you read the manga that goes along with the anime you watch? Sometimes I would do that like when Reborn was airing, same for FMA Brotherhood. But its been a looong time though... 4. Most favorite genre? Comedy, action,adventure... and (it will go kinda offtopic but its related to a genre) nowadays I feel like i'm really getting attached to mecha shows. I liked Evangelion (not a favorite, but still really good) in my teenage years along with Code Geass (didnt see season 2 yet tho, fuck me), I used to enjoy Aldnoah.Zero 1st season a lot (until it went to shit, this show traumatized me) and since last year I started checking out Gundam animes, I was able to finish a few ones, even the 1st one despite being so old... so uhh yeah I joined the Sunrise/Bandai mecha empire, it wont be long until i buy a gunpla lmao. 5. Least favorite genres? Idk... kinda hard to pick one. Maybe some slice of life stuff with a lot of moe? Tried watching things like K-ON and... i couldnt resist lmao. 6. Favorite character/s? Kaneki, Touka and Eto (Tokyo Ghoul), Yato (Noragami), Kotomine Kirei, Archer and Gilgamesh (Fate series), Setsuna (Gundam 00), Char Aznable (Gundam/Gundam Zeta), Koyomi Araragi and Suruga Kanbaru (Monogatari series), Chrollo Lucifer and Killua (Hunter x Hunter), Death the Kid (Soul Eater), Roy Mustang (Fullmetal Alchemist), Joseph Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure), Aigis and Elizabeth (Persona 3), Golbez, Kain and Rydia (Final Fantasy IV), Squall Leonhart (Final Fantasy VIII), Zidane (Final Fantasy IX), Ike (Fire Emblem), Dante (Devil May Cry), Laharl (Disgaea), D.va, Tracer, Mercy and Mei (Overwatch), Darth Sidious, Han Solo and Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars), Demon Hunter (Diablo 3; okay its only a class in game but I love the female DH okay?), Link and Sheik (Legend of Zelda; ok Sheik is Zelda, so I guess both? haha)... OKAY THATS ENOUGH FOR TODAY, see, this is why I say those top 10 characters arent enough LMAO 7. Least favorite character/s? Kirino from Ore no Imouto, Kirito from Sword Art Online, Miyuki Shiba from Mahouka, Yuka from 11eyes, many characters from Bleach, Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist (people who watched any version can already imagine why I hate him), Seryuu from Akame ga Kill (only because she is a legitimate hypocrite and piece of shit in the story) aaaand the list goes on. 8. Qualities you like in a character? Well, idk what to list, but feeling kinda unique and having personalities that stand out in the show? Someone who can singlehandedly carry an anime (like Yato would do in Noragami for me) by him/herself, etc 9. Short or long anime? Short animes. Idk how im going to watch a long anime anymore... maybe the 50/60 episodes ones, but going for the 100/200 list is harder to me nowadays :( 10. Anime or manga? Anime. But mangas tend to be better when it comes to plot since some adaptations are just a trainwreck (hi tokyo ghoul)... 11. How do you choose the anime you watch? Recommendations, suggestions, checking out synopsis and genre, seeing if its similar to something i enjoy... usually these are the ways i choose something. OR also if I really feel like watching something and taking a break from some anime genre. 12. Skip or listen to intros/outros? I skip after watching in the first episodes... but whenever i watch any last episode, i tend to not do that. 13. How do you cope if your friends or family don’t like you watching anime? I don't mind... unless someone starts acting like a fucking retard and being ignorant about it, not even respecting my opinion etc. 14. Do you stop an anime midway if you don’t like it? I tend to forget or get lazy even if I like some animes... so when it comes to stuff i dont like and i think they are bad: i drop them. UNLESS some kind of miracle forces me to continue it until the end... or the "so bad its good" vibe helps too.

tagging @s-e-l-f-i-s-h-n-e-s-s @kurome-in-wonderland @nora-amiticia @mut4ti0ns @xsinonx @yetanotherfluffyotaku @kanashiri @softchubs @yorozuya-ken-chan @teyilai @myluchanblog @meanimes @valkyrievillain @kamekku @taeyanng optional to do that and sorry if i bothered anyone by tagging ;;

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sanerontheinside · 7 years

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Can I prompt you for a clean ficlet? Sith Obi-Wan or Sith Qui-Gon, moral dilemma, learning more about their code, or flouting their code, if you have the time. Thank you in advance! Good luck with your studies.

@poplitealqueen u wanted to see more Sith!Qui in the world :D

Okay, sooooooo…… *nervous laughter* this one still treads a little close to the Mirror ‘Verse by @norcumi, @dogmatix, and @deadcatwithaflamethrower, even for my comfort. But I honestly … don’t know what else to do with it? sorry? *squeaks and hides under couch*Dooku has been training Qui-Gon as a Sith since the beginning, and Qui-Gon always thought something was not quite right, but this was his Master, how could he question him? (Probably should list warning for mention/hint of emotional abuse.) Most obvious point of divergence is after his Knighting somewhere. And a slightly different take on the historic conflict between Mandalorians and Jedi, at that. Sith Temple concept close to @letslipthehounds’, actually. also tagging @obaewankenope, @eclipsemidnight, @lilyrose225writes, @maawi, @meabhair, and @kyberpunk

For a long time, the Temple had been near dormant. Honest to gods, it was patently bored. The labyrinthine innards found new permutations to rearrange themselves and wrought havoc with indigenous rodents’ routes. The little monsters found their way anyhow - the smartest ones even knew where their tunnels changed the least. The Temple amused itself that way, at least once with every new generation, but it wasn’t enough.

The dust at the entrance had sat undisturbed for many years before he arrived - a lost child searching for guidance, when his previous mentor had betrayed him. Had spent years betraying him, in fact.

The Temple knew and loved its own. It recognised this one, wanted to claim him. He’d been manipulated by a hand that worked the Dark Side crudely, but he’d kept something good and warm and precious alive, even through the pain and hate. And so the Temple wrapped him in its welcoming voices, nudged him along to its very heart, lighting the way for the bright little flame.

The visions were never a pleasant thing. They were designed for the purpose of facing one’s greatest demons and perceived failures. But the lost child fared well, and bit by bit the Temple worked to unravel the web of deceit that had been laid in his mind.

In truth, that might have taken years to achieve, and one’s greatest fears are never faced in a Darkened cavern. Reality is where real Darkness reigns, and must truly be faced, but a half-sentient mass of moving stone is hardly the best instructor. So, eventually, the Temple let him turn and go, whispering the need for another student in his ear and hoping that someday he would return with a worthy successor.

Until then, the Temple would be content to sleep again. After all, it had finally found what had long been missing - there was still someone in the universe who felt like the Old Ones. The Temple missed its Masters.

“Well, well. What have we here?”

The voice was quiet, a little dust-choked - was he imagining it, or did the man sound tired? Obi-Wan didn’t know. He couldn’t muster more than a vague sluggish thought anyway, and thought that he must have hit his head - again. He didn’t want to go to the Healers, not after last time -

But then he remembered that he wasn’t at the Temple. There were no Healers on Bandomeer, not for the miners, certainly not for the ones with slave collars clasped around their throats. Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to whimper, not to think about what the owner of that voice would do when he found him lying here among the rubble.

Whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t this - not the gentle touch that lifted him up from the ground, the warm arm wrapping around his shoulders and keeping him upright. A polite Force probe checked for broken bones, and, he supposed, a concussion.

“Hello there, little one,” that voice rumbled near Obi-Wan’s ear, and he looked up, wide-eyed, at the man who had found him.

The gold eyes - Sith eyes - had him trying to scramble back immediately, spurred by the nightmarish stories he’d been told in the créche. Those were the eyes that haunted the Jedi in their nightmares, those were the eyes of the enemy.

He didn’t scoot back very far, almost toppling over but for the strange man’s careful hold on his shoulders. His grip wasn’t hard at all, and tightened only fractionally when the world tipped. Obi-Wan stopped struggling, dragged his eyes back up with some effort to watch the man carefully, and reconsidered his attempt at flight. It wasn’t as though he could run, or fight off this Wookie of a man on his own, not when he was queasy and the world swam sickeningly.

He still flinched, though, when gentle fingers brushed lightly over the slave collar. The man froze, a sharp catch in his breath.

“That must be unpleasant,” he murmured, letting his hand fall away. Obi-Wan tracked every motion, or tried to, through the fog in his mind. “Who put that on you?”

Obi-Wan said nothing. He wasn’t fool enough to trust those golden eyes, gentle as they seemed. He could just taste a smokey honey-amber sweetness in the Force that played around the man, a particular tang that belonged to the Dark. Xanatos had felt colder, crueler, but - Dark was Dark. Wasn’t it?

The man sighed, eyes moving to the collar again, as if he already knew the answer. “I can’t take that off you here. It’s explosive, at best I could buy you enough time to move a safe distance away and shield from it. Where is your Master?”

Obi-Wan recoiled as much as he was able - a large hand instantly shot out to stop him, as if the man with the Sith-gold eyes had been afraid he would fall. “I have no Master.”

Those eyes flared like stars - a sudden, quickly stamped-out flash of anger - and settled into a look of concern. “What do you mean?” He even seemed to be holding his breath.

Obi-Wan dropped his gaze with the barest head-shake, ashamed. “I am - I was - an Initiate. I’ve aged out. I’m thirteen next month -”

“Last I heard they kept Initiates until they turned thirteen, and didn’t throw them out to a dustball like Bandomeer to cut their teeth in a slave mine,” the Sith interrupted, almost gently.

“They didn’t want me,” Obi-Wan said.

His words were met with a crackling sound and the air filled with the scent of ozone. Startled, Obi-Wan glanced up, watching in fascination as the man’s anger practically coalesced in the air around them, manifesting in wild sparks. Then it receded - as if he kept it controlled, apart from that quick flare of energy. When those frightening eyes sought his again, he quelled a shudder and only shrugged, turning his head away.

“They said I was too angry. That I could not control my temper. That I’d beaten one of my agemates,” he added bitterly, unable to hold the frustration back any longer, “when all I did was defend myself from his attack. He went to the Healers and told them I’d beaten him, and the Masters didn’t question it.”

A light finger traced the outside edge of a dark bruise on his cheek, hovering millimetres away, but he could still sense it there. It left a pulse of prickling heat - healing - in its wake. “And why didn’t you go to the Healers?” the man asked, voice soft.

Obi-Wan couldn’t suppress a shiver this time, feeling like something small caught in a predator’s grasp. “I don’t - I didn’t want to -”

“You didn’t want your crèchemate to get in trouble,” the man filled in.

There was something sympathetic in that tone, something that felt like an ache they might have shared. Obi-Wan hunched into himself, completely out of his depth. What was he supposed to do with sympathy from a Sith? Or - Fallen?

“What am I going to do with you?” The man sighed, voice musing and soft - another incongruity. “Certainly can’t leave you here.”

Before Obi-Wan got even an inkling of his intentions, he’d been lifted it up into strong arms and cradled to a broad chest, wrapped securely in a comforting hold half physical half Force-grip. He wanted to struggle against it and break free, he wanted to run. He didn’t want to feel like he was sinking into a cocoon of warmth and safety, here in the arms of a Sith who could as easily snap him in half if he chose.

But the Force around this man whispered of warmth and spiced tea and gentleness, and a certain degree of possessive protectiveness - I found him, he’s mine to care for and no one else’s. And in a moment, Obi-Wan realised he could barely keep his eyes open. He curled into the large frame and clung to dark tunics, hiding his face in the man’s shoulder.

“You may call me Qui-Gon, by the way,” he heard as his eyes slipped shut. “What shall I call you?”

“Obi-Wan,” he half-whispered. A few gently rocking steps more, and he was forced to finally concede his fight against exhaustion. The last thing he heard, before he fell asleep, was a long, rumbling sigh.

When he realised the boy had fallen asleep on his shoulder, Qui-Gon shook his head slightly. Dooku would have had plenty to say on his habit of ‘picking up strays’. Compassion had always been accessory in his former Master’s eyes - though perhaps this was exactly the reason that Qui-Gon never stopped collecting his strays. All manner of creatures, from the most helpless to the half-terrifying, had flocked to him for help over the years, and he’d almost always been able to pick up how to treat their injuries without much thought. It was a way of holding on to what he knew beyond all doubt was a gift entirely his own.

What was another youngling cradled in his arms, shivering cold and in need of assurance that he was wanted, cared for, precious? The Force all but screamed it, but the boy in Qui-Gon’s arms seemed unable to hear that note in particular. He was strong, this one, a light so brilliant it damn near burned Qui-Gon when he reached out to touch it, and yet he had been permitted to come close enough to carry him out of the tunnel’s wreckage. Qui-Gon wondered how long he’d been the only one who’d dared to approach. The thought cut deep, somehow, baring his already protective anger.

He had to be trained, Qui-Gon felt the Force ringing with that certainty - it was practically audible, whispering in his ears, almost tangible in the way the resonance passed from the small body into his arms, turning his muscles tense. He held the small form like a precious thing he was afraid to drop.

Yet just as he was certain that the boy must be trained, Qui-Gon knew he could not be the one to train him. How was he to return Obi-Wan to the Temple, when the boy had already once been sent away? Perhaps, he thought, he might convince Tahl to adopt a new Padawan. Or Micah. But he hadn’t seen them or written word in years, and for all they knew he’d been lost to his grief when Xan ‘Fell’. Maybe they’d taken Padawans since. He wouldn’t know about it.

Xan was another problem. Qui-Gon had instantly recognised the nasty piece of work around Obi-Wan’s neck. Unlike most of the miners’ slave collars, this one also had a Force suppressor. Not quite an Inhibitor - even Xan didn’t quite have the resources for that - but enough to weaken. Reaching for the Force for any reason would be a consistent drain on Obi-Wan’s strength. It would also likely hit quite hard when Qui-Gon finally made an attempt to remove the thing. He wasn’t particularly keen to try, at the moment - he wanted to heal those injuries first.

Picking his way through the tunnel, Qui-Gon made for less stagnant air. The ground angled subtly upwards underfoot, leaving him with some hope for their eventual exit from mines, but the Force held a low hum of danger here. By itself, that wasn’t much of an indication - the Force warned of danger everywhere, almost always, and Bandomeer was among the least pleasant holes on the arse end of the Outer Rim. But with Xanatos likely here, and an exhausted child resting in his arms, Qui-Gon at least took care to mind how he went. He didn’t dart out into streaming light the moment he saw it, but edged around the corner carefully until he was certain he sensed nothing there.

When he finally made it out to fresh air, a cold wet wind backed him into the tunnel again, just inside the mouth of it and out of the spray. They’d come out on the coastal side, then. Qui-Gon set a semi-conscious Obi-Wan down, then eased back against the wall with a sigh and gently squeezed a thin shoulder. Obi-Wan roused immediately, looking a bit lost for a moment before he took in the sight of the Sith in front of him again, but to his credit he didn’t bolt - just tensed slightly, then made a creditable effort to let it go. Qui-Gon noted, with great approval, that he still remained on his guard, at least as much as he was able.

It was high time to be doing something about that, he decided.

“Have you tried healing your injuries?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, swallowing with a dry click. “The Force, I can’t -”

The boy hung his head in obvious shame. That immediate reaction puzzled Qui-Gon, but he shoved aside his bemusement for now. It bore returning to later, though, this child of the créche accepting blame for something that was not his fault, entirely without logic or question, or even a hint of recrimination. This sort of broken spirit was painful to see.

“It’s alright. It’s not a failure of any kind, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon reached for one of the small, cold and shaking hands and enfolded it in his own. “There’s a Force-suppressor worked into the collar.” The boy’s eyes went wide, expression sickened, but he said nothing. “It is possible to work around suppressors and inhibitors, but if you try it now, it will likely exhaust you. Will you let me help?”

For a long moment, Obi-Wan simply stared at him, probably wondering why anyone might want to help him. Qui-Gon met the wary confusion with his own steady, questioning gaze, doing everything in his power to seem less a threat. Then Obi-wan nodded faintly, and he began to slowly uncoil from his contained crouch, making certain the child could track his every moment and read his intentions.

Aside from the concussion, most of the damage had been limited to bruising, but it took more effort to heal than Qui-Gon was happy with. With a sigh, he settled himself beside the boy, leaving a polite distance between them. Obi-Wan tensed, not surprisingly, but then eased back against the stone anyway, alert eyes watching the whipping wind and water at the mouth of the tunnel rather than fixed on Qui-Gon’s frame. That was somewhat heartening, that the boy didn’t feel the need to watch him every moment for signs of any kind of threat.

Obi-Wan was thinking hard about something, turning a problem over and over in his head. Let him think, Qui-Gon decided. He himself had had to think a long time about the things he’d been told about the Sith as a crècheling, and the truth he’d ultimately discovered for himself, somewhere between Dooku’s tutelage and the texts his old Master had dismissed as insignificant.

Qui-Gon had spent the years after his Knighting searching for some sort of truth he’d missed, for something to balance the hatred and fear Dooku had taught him to cultivate and harness. He’d found it, ultimately, in discarded manuscripts and an ancient Temple that had claimed him as something of its own to protect. Voices of ancient, long-dead Masters had whispered from the walls, slowly sent tendrils of warmth curling into places in his mind that had been so cold for so very long - too bright, too gentle, too much like comfort. When his shields finally gave under that pressure, it was like a fire had torn through him - not burning, but thawing.

The voices went with him when he left the Temple, then the planet. It was, Qui-Gon realised then, just another part of the Force that he’d been unaware of before. It had been enough to help Qui-Gon clear his mind - enough to allow him to return to Coruscant; even take a Padawan, as was expected of him. Now, as he watched the boy beside him, they whispered strange things, strange ideas - protect this one, take him with you, teach him what you know. Gods all, he wanted to protect this boy, but it was all he could do to keep himself from shaking his head at those urgent whispers. I will not take another Padawan to corrupt, he told them savagely.

Not for the first time in the last few years, the response in his mind was one of nebulous, tolerant laughter, like an elder who saw the inevitability of Qui-Gon changing his mind. It sent a cold prickle down his spine. He didn’t like these moments when the Force and all the ancient spirits of the Temple seemed to laugh at him.

Nevertheless, he did want to see how far Obi-Wan might venture along his own train of thought. It might be an opportunity to open the boy’s eyes to more of the world than Padawans were ever shown, and would serve him well in the future, no matter what his fate.

Thus the first question Obi-Wan asked actually surprised Qui-Gon a good deal, even if he didn’t show it.

“What happened in the tunnels?”

Qui-Gon sighed. “They’re old and unstable, presumably. Theories range from seismic activity to rupturing fuel lines, to subterranean aquifers getting their way. There have been some accusations of sabotage, as well.”

“You’re not here to do geological surveys.”

Qui-Gon was pleased to hear a faint scoff in Obi-Wan’s voice. Not so afraid of me, then.

“No,” he shook his head with a tight smile. “I’m here as a consultant for a company interested in the mining product and agricultural potential of Bandomeer. They were attempting to come to an agreement with Offworld or Arcona - whoever would present them with the better deal, you see. Someone let fly an accusation of sabotage, and as their mediator, I decided to investigate.”

Obi-Wan stared up at him, blinked a couple times, then nodded. “Oh,” seemed just about all he had to say on the matter.

It wasn’t, surprisingly, all that different from what Qui-Gon would do if he’d stayed with the Jedi. The difference was, he was on near permanent retainer with a company of his choice, and they paid him enough to afford him some leeway while he scoured the galaxy for his lost Padawan. Xanatos may have cracked in the head - and Qui-Gon might even have had a hand in that, as an unwelcome inner voice reminded him sharply - but he was still Xan. Qui-Gon wasn’t giving up without a fight.

Even if he did end up forcibly dragging the boy to the Sith Temple.

Obi-Wan stirred with a faint sound, bringing Qui-Gon’s attention back to the child at his side. “Are you alright, Little One?” he asked softly. Then, still more gently, with a lurking suspicion, “Are you cold?”

The boy had clenched his teeth and twisted his hands together. In his tattered tunics, without the robe, he certainly must have been. After a few seconds teetering between braving the cold and shaking and admitting to his discomfort, Obi-Wan finally conceded the fight and nodded. There were no Masters here for him to conform to their stringent expectations. Instead there was a Sith and the Sith was acting strangely, healing his injuries, carrying him out of a damaged and still-crumbling tunnel.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” the man sighed, and raised an arm in invitation. “Or, if you wish,” he said after a brief moment when Obi-Wan simply stared at him, “I could give you my robe, but you will be warmer this way.”

Obi-Wan shook his head as much as he was able, then pushed himself over and sat against his side. Qui-Gon wrapped the robe around him and rested an arm gently across the boy’s shoulders, careful not to confine him. In seconds, Obi-Wan was out again, and Qui-Gon let out a slow breath, staring out at the rain and letting himself fall into a trance. A few moments later there was movement at his side again, and Obi-Wan snuggled closer, small hands burrowing into warm folds of cloth. Qui-Gon couldn’t help a soft chuckle that escaped him, and his hold momentarily tightened around the boy.

“Steady there, Little One,” he said softly. “We’ll get you back to your Temple yet.”

How had no one chosen this fierce bright flame? The heat of him all but licked at Qui-Gon’s fingers when he reached out to that presence in the Force, and it was still suppressor-muffled. Were the Jedi truly as blind as that?

Had his Master been right, all those times he’d recited blasphemies about the failings of the Order? Even then, Master Dooku’s words had had at the very least an inkling of truth in the Force. These days, when Qui-Gon cared to repeat the memorised lectures to himself - which was almost never - each time, they rang more convincing.

It sent a shiver down his spine now, to see so brilliant a child denied what was surely the Force’s path for him.

He needed to contact Tahl, or Micah - needed to tell them about this boy, needed -

Healing Obi-Wan had taken up much of his energy, far more than he’d realised. Qui-Gon sighed, re-wrapping his arms and cloak securely about the child, and gave in to the press of exhaustion on his mind.

Waking up in chains was becoming a more common occurrence in his life. Obi-Wan wasn’t particularly pleased with that thought, but he had entrusted himself to a Sith, what had he -?

Oh, he thought muzzily, staring at his companion, likewise chained beside him. Qui-Gon, however, had no collar about his neck as far as Obi-Wan could see, but he wasn’t certain there were no suppressors in the shackles. He was at least sitting, though, while Obi-Wan was curled on the ground beside them. The Sith didn’t even look his way - he was staring ahead of him, features set in a furious glower.

“Ah, he’s awake!”

At the sound of that voice, Obi-Wan went cold and jerked his head off the ground, feeling bones grind painfully at the base of his neck.

“So good of you to join us,” said the smiling, sharp-toothed Xanatos du Crion. Obi-Wan bared his teeth, defiant even like this, but Xanatos only smiled indulgently. “What a lovely little pet you’ve acquired, Master Jinn. Do you know, the Jedi tossed him out to Bandomeer merely a month to his thirteenth birthday?”

Obi-Wan blinked, confused. Master Jinn? He looked over at the man again, seeing that the glower had been wiped away into a near-expressionless mask, save for the slight tensing of the jaw.

“You know I am no longer with the Order, Xan.”

Xanatos paid that statement no mind, which did nothing for Obi-Wan’s confusion.

“He’s angry, this one,” Xan went on instead, amused look lingering on the Initiate, who flushed with shame and grit his teeth in defiance. “Fierce little flame. He’ll be a good challenge for you,” but his cold laugh belied whatever pleasant sentiment the words might have held.

“Xan -”

“You would know all about anger, wouldn’t you, Master?”

Qui-Gon fell silent, watching his former Padawan with something that, Obi-Wan realised, looked a bit like worry. He thought maybe there was confusion in that look, as well, and something deeply pained.

Obi-Wan couldn’t have known that when Qui-Gon looked at Xanatos now, he still saw the child he’d brought to the crèche. He saw the bright little boy with a mischievous streak a parsec wide that didn’t always make him kind, but not quite evil either. He saw the child he’d nursed through fevers, the boy he’d trained, the mind he’d watched unfold and sharpen.

But when Obi-Wan snuck a quick glance at their captor again he was struck with the image of something else, as if the world had slid out of focus for a second and Obi-Wan saw - not a monster, but a Padawan, braid just barely visible under the long fall of his dark hair, laughing deep-blue eyes in a younger, happier face. He jerked in the bindings, shocked, and the illusion melted away to a hard glare of eyes that burned gold. The look of them was sickly, cold and caustic - nothing like Qui-Gon’s heated amber, which, Obi-Wan now thought, could almost have been kind in comparison.

Panic tore through Obi-Wan when he saw Xanatos’ eyes narrow sharply, and he didn’t get the chance to move or scream when Xan suddenly reached for him. He was pulled sharply almost off the ground and onto his knees, too close, too close to that face, that glare, the searing heat of Xan’s hand on his neck -

“Interesting.” He drew out the word with cloying sweetness, and instantly loosened his clasp on him. Obi-Wan just barely kept himself from sprawling gracelessly on the ground again. “So you’ve already replaced me, Master? Very fast, and I must say, very efficient. Temple rejects must make such fine apprentices for Sith,” he snarled.

“You don’t seem to have suffered for being Temple-raised,” Qui-Gon pointed out, surprisingly neutral. Obi-Wan thought he imagined an almost reluctant, predatory wariness in the man’s stillness.

Xanatos stiffened. “I’ve only had one Master,” he said softly, dangerously, “and my Master had betrayed and abandoned me.”

Qui-Gon shook his head incrementally. “Xan, stop this. Your actions on Telos were entirely your own choice, no one forced your hand.”

A smile, full of teeth and ghastly and wide, spread over Xanatos’ face. “Oh, were they, Master Jinn? Or didn’t Yoda insist my Trials be held on Telos? You made me choose between the Order and my father, and you never believed in the Order to begin with.” He reached out and easily dragged Obi-Wan to his feet, pulling the boy’s shaking frame against him and resting a finger gently on the smooth collar. “So what is your choice now, Qui-Gon? The miners, or the boy?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide at the softly threatening words.

“What,” Qui-Gon snapped.

“Simple,” Xanatos replied, enunciating every word carefully as though he were speaking to a child, “either I trigger the collar, or you kneel before me and beg me for your new Padawan’s life,” he smirked darkly, “and I start the countdown for the charges in the mines.”

Qui-Gon shook his head. “You would not survive standing where you are now.”

Above Obi-Wan’s head, Xanatos arched an eyebrow and gave him that twisted grin again. “Oh, my Master, none of us would.”

There was something wild to those deep-blue eyes, something Qui-Gon ached to see. Not for the first time, he keenly regretted not having taught Xanatos more, not having shown him more of the Force than what lay within the limitations the Code had imposed. In the last decade, he’d become more and more aware of the Order’s layered history. If he’d known then, if he’d realised that the things he’d discovered on his own were less blasphemy and more forgotten truths, he might have done many things differently with Xanatos.

“Obi-Wan,” he said, quiet and calm, and waited for large frightened eyes to meet his. “Close your eyes, Little One.”

Obi-Wan managed the barest nod, and obeyed.

He hadn’t been lying about the explosives - not in the collar, not in the mines. If it hadn’t been for Obi-Wan’s help, Qui-Gon would never have found them in time - and certainly he hadn’t the time to disarm the bomb, either. The ionite was another bit of the boy’s quick thinking for which Qui-Gon would forever be grateful.

He’d had enough of Bandomeer. It was time to take this little Jedi back to the Temple, Qui-Gon decided, so he asked Obi-Wan to follow him. The boy didn’t even ask where, strangely enough.

“Does that explain the seismic disturbances?” he asked, after a few moments.

“Tests for the explosives, in small amounts?” Qui-Gon looked down at him curiously.

“Tests for strategic placement,” Obi-Wan explained.

Qui-Gon nodded sharply. “You’re probably right.”

Obi-Wan still hadn’t asked where they were going by the time they made it to Qui-Gon’s shuttle - sleek, light, and very well camouflaged against the barren grey of Bandomeer’s surface. Qui-Gon stopped before the boarding ramp and let the boy decide if he’d go any further. Obi-Wan contemplated his choices for only a moment before he nodded and made his way up into the ship.

Once inside, he only asked where they were going. “To Coruscant,” Qui-Gon told him, programming the coordinates into the computer. “We’re getting you home.” He didn’t notice the stricken look on the boy’s face. If he had, he would have put it to surprise rather than apprehension. Then he turned around and indicated that Obi-Wan should sit down while he rummaged about his ‘fresher for a spare medkit - his own had been lost with his modest travelpack on Bandomeer. He came back and crouched down beside the boy and started tending to various scrapes and bruises.

“You’re - a Sith,” Obi-Wan said after a few moments, sounding dubious. Something in his tone hinted that he didn’t believe his own words. Qui-Gon supposed it was only reasonable to be confused.

“For a given definition of Sith, yes, I suppose I must be,” Qui-Gon answered with amusement. He got a dark look for his humour and chuckled at the sight of it. “Obi-Wan, in certain cultures - in Mandalorian culture, for example - there is no word for ‘Sith’. There is simply ‘not Jedi’.

“As Jedi are jeti or jetiise, so Sith are dar’jeti. Not Jedi. The reason for this is rooted in their history. Mandalorians considered the Jedi an oppressive force. They are very protective of their clan and of their children - it is rooted in their Resol’nare, the central code by which Mandalorians lead their lives. Thus it is easy to see how they might have been resistant to the Jedi taking children from their families at an early age.”

Obi-Wan’s expressive eyes dropped to the floor as he considered this. “So you are - dar’jeti. Then you are Mandalorian?” he asked at last.

Qui-Gon opened his mouth to speak, then froze for a moment, considering. The Temple had always whispered of family, of connection, of raising children as warriors and scholars, but he - for as long as he could remember, he’d had no family apart from his Padawans. (Qui-gon did not even wish to consider his former Master in that context).

“I - no,” he said at last. “I have no clan, Obi-Wan.” The voices in his mind seemed to disagree, rising in a displeased susurrus, but he did not retract his words.

Obi-Wan gave him a rather curious look. “But you were a Jedi,” he said.

Qui-Gon winced. “I’m not sure I ever was, at that. My Master was - not quite a Jedi. He hid well. But he did not teach me the Jedi way and I, I thought -”

He broke himself off there, and sighed heavily, looking away from that painfully open, honest face. Obi-Wan watched him for a moment, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. The bond between them was warm and comforting, but the jumble of feelings on Qui-Gon’s side was decidedly a thorny mass of squirming, dark, unfriendly things that tried desperately to reach out and overtake him. Obi-Wan decided he could risk this, at least: he shuffled forward, laid a hand on Qui-Gon’s arm, then snuggled under it as though he belonged at this man’s side. There was something strangely right about that thought.

The tension in Qui-Gon’s frame eased as Obi-Wan pressed close to him. He raised his arm and gently brushed his fingers through the short ginger hair, staring ahead absently.

“It took too long to see it. I should have realised, but even then - whom would I have told? Who could have believed that my Master, a Councilmaster, was a Sith?” Qui-Gon shook his head.

Obi-Wan shivered hard against his side, and looked up to meet Qui-Gon’s curious gaze. “Master Dooku,” the boy said, with an oddly closed-off expression.

“Really,” Qui-Gon muttered, reaching out to brush some of the soot and dust from Obi-Wan’s cheek. “And why do you say that?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes danced away from Qui-Gon’s intense focus, but he did answer, quietly. “He felt - cold. In the Force. Even when no one else would take me as a Padawan, I was glad that he was away on a mission. It was the one good thing about being sent away a month before my birthday.”

The Sith’s eyebrows rose a fraction, and he reached to gently take hold of Obi-Wan’s chin and turn his face back to him. “I would have thought,” he hummed contemplatively, carefully examining the scratches on the boy’s face and healing them with a light brush of fingers, “that he would not have returned to the Temple. Not after Galidraan.”

“What happened on Galidraan?”

“A disaster of a mission,” Qui-Gon replied instantly, with no little venom in his voice. “He orchestrated the downfall of the True Mandalorians. It was a tense situation to begin with, and it ended with the near-extinction of an entire way of life. But he also implicated the Jedi. I was there,” he added, more softly, as he cleaned a particularly nasty gash on Obi-Wan’s brow. “I made him swear not to return to the Temple. He even seemed agreeable. I heard, a few months later, he’d taken over his family holdings on Serenno. Hold still.”

Obi-Wan almost couldn’t obey that last order. His frame went rigid in sudden terror.

“Obi-Wan? Obi-Wan! What is it?”

He blinked furiously, shipboard lights suddenly far too bright in his eyes, and dimly heard Qui-Gon snap out a command - Lights, twenty percent! - which the computer executed immediately.

“Little One, what’s wrong? Talk to me, Obi-Wan.”

“Don’t take me back.”

His voice didn’t come out as much more than a squeak, but Qui-Gon immediately froze in place.

“Please?”

“Oh, Little One,” he sighed, and drew the shaking child into his arms, lifting him to sit across his lap. “Obi-Wan, you are strong in the Force. You must be trained. And, I think, you know it, too.”

Yes, of course. The Force had been whispering at him, Jedi, Jedi, Jedi, for as long as he could remember. But at this precise moment, held in a warm and comforting grasp, Obi-Wan felt safer than he had since the crèche, and far more right.

“You could train me,” he said quickly.

Qui-Gon coughed sharply. “No - absolutely not,” and set Obi-Wan easily back on the deck plating.

“But -”

“No!” The air sparked and snapped angrily, and a sudden blast of Dark - this time not dissipated - battered against the Initiate’s shields. “I cannot teach you this, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon spoke harshly, almost snarling, barely holding back still more Darkness that pushed against his grasp. “I’d never do to anyone what my Master did to me, and the last time I tried to train a Jedi, Xanatos suffered for it. Do not ask this of me.”

The sudden roar should have at least startled him, but Obi-Wan’s only reaction was to widen his eyes. He was staring at the crackling energy in the air around them. He reached up, caught one of the sparking threads and twined it around one finger.

“There’s more to you than anger,” he said quietly - very bravely, Qui-Gon thought with equal parts fondness and dismay. The anger receded, guttering out to a warm glow and resting in the background, though no longer as tightly shielded as before.

“The Temple is not safe, and neither is Bandomeer. And we worked well together,” Obi-Wan added quickly.

“You do not know what you’re asking.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Master Dooku is on the Council,” he said quietly. “When my yearmate attacked me in the training arena, then told the Healers that I had cornered him while he was unarmed, no one defended me. There is was surveillance droid in the arena, I know there was. They didn’t even look. Bandomeer is tearing itself apart.”

He shuddered - the taunts and jeers he’d attracted with his few stuttered, accented words alone still echoed in his ears. That marked Coruscanti inflection had set him apart and given someone the idea that a small frightened child could somehow be haughty, think himself better than his fellow slaves.

Not all the bruises on him were from the rockfall in the caves. He’d been competition to them, and something to vent their frustration on - just as he had been for Bruck at the Temple. Only here he was competition for a far more vital thing, like food, and survival. Alongside that, frankly, the Agricorps no longer seemed so dire an outcome.

Qui-Gon was watching him intently, and Obi-Wan wasn’t certain he hadn’t let something slip past his shields. But he stood his ground, determined, somehow certain the Force was not done with him yet.

Finally the Sith sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Computer, calculate optimal route to Mandalore and reprogram flight pattern accordingly.”

Calculating, came the quiet response in binary. Obi-Wan tipped his head to one side, curious.

“There’s an old Temple on Mandalore,” Qui-Gon explained. “I ask that you wait until we arrive, until you’ve at least stood at the gates. Only then, I think, will you really know what it is you’re about to commit yourself to. Until then, I will not give you an answer.”

Obi-Wan’s shoulders dropped as if he’d been holding his breath. But, he thought, that’s not a no, surely. All he had to do was face the Temple - the Sith Temple, he reminded himself, but even so. He’d already been to Illum. That had been one of the worst visions he’d ever experienced.

“I accept your judgement in this matter,” Master, he said, greatly daring.

A corner of Qui-Gon’s mouth twitched upwards in a tiny amused smile. “Imp,” he said, and Obi-Wan almost laughed, scooting over and burrowing under his arm again. Gods, but he was tired.

“Sleep, Little One,” Qui-Gon’s voice rumbled in his ear, and fall asleep he did.

Qui-Gon gently prodded at the bond between them, wincing a little at the muted sense of guilt that crept through him at the sight of it. It was a pretty thing, a golden twining connection that shimmered brightly. It had been there before they’d even removed the collar, though they’d both been too tired to notice at first. Now the gravity of the situation was rather quickly catching up to him. They had a bond - a bond between this boy who should have been given every chance to become a Jedi, and himself - a Sith.

Xanatos had seen it before them, and tried to use it.

Qui-Gon sighed. Quiet, affection-starved child - Obi-Wan had curled up against his side and fallen asleep again.

He couldn’t even find it within himself to muster a warning, caught off-guard by the swell of adoration for this bright flame in the Force. He was doomed, that was for certain. He’d been doomed since the moment he’d found this ‘pathetic lifeform’ in the rubble. He gathered up the too-thin body once more and held the boy close, wrapping his cloak around them both.

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