character sheet for Sith!Obi-Wan
“He is,” Dooku paused, considering. “Clever. He might appear unassuming if he weren’t so vain. He knows to use that, helped by the silver tongue I dare say I nourished to its full potential. He digs and twists until he finds your weaknesses and uses them against you, he uses your strengths for even worse. Sees it as amusing and challenging to not use the Force to get what he wants, that appalling boy.”
Dooku laid down the fountain pen, a relic but there was something about the handwritten word that made it eternal. He took a sip from his tea.
“Obi-Wan would gleefully throw himself into every fight with raised fists,” he wrote, mouth curling with distaste. “All that power and he shines darkest in a common bar brawl.”
Dooku leaned back in his ornate chair. His tea had long grown cold, as it tended to happen when he lost himself in the musings of his horrifically brilliant grandpadawan. Obi-Wan was strong in mind, spirit, body. If Sidious thought Dooku didn’t have a back-up plan for his own survival he was more arrogant than he’d presumed. Dooku wasn’t gifted in the Sight but he was a strategist. And more and more strings of the grand plan were leading to a fate Dooku wished to avoid. So from Melida/Daan’s blood soaked ashes he was molding himself the perfect Sith killer.
“Troubling is his heart. It is strong even after his apprenticeship. Strong enough to sabotage my efforts, I could not say. Troubling indeed. Maybe it even grew stronger with every pain and torture he laughed through.” The pen tip hesitated over the old-fashioned paper. What was the eternal word worth if it didn’t hold the truth? “Perhaps he got that from me as well.”
“He is without doubt cunning to the core. I broke him in minute stages to get the very best results. It took time. He was so bright. In the last moments before sunrise, when the very first light spears through the dark, I mourn for his light. Nevertheless, an old man has to live with his regrets in order to achieve his goals. And Obi-Wan will truly be a goal worth any regrets.”
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Stay Here (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)
Main Master List || Star Wars Master List
Warnings: mention of drinking, reader has a fever, Obi-Wan lowkey takes advantage of it, admitting of feelings
Word Count: 810
Author's Note: I know that that's Padme in the gif but I couldn't find a gif of Obi-Wan alone :( but I still thinks it works.
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It started with your head pounding the moment you woke up. Realistically, you knew that going out with Anakin to some bars wasn’t probably the best idea, especially the night before a very important Council meeting; however in hindsight, you didn’t really plan on drinking that much; yet still, you don’t remember ever having a hangover this bad.
Trying to get out of your cot, you groan in pain as your vision blurs slightly as sweat beads on your forehead. Ok, definitely not a hangover. Managing to get out of your cot, you hastily get dressed not really paying attention to your surroundings as you leave your chambers toward the Council Chambers.
“Late you are,” Yoda comments as you feel the eyes of the Jedi Masters on you as you bow slightly toward the Grand Master.
“Sorry, Master. I overslept my alarm,” you reply, shaking your head slightly to try to get the headache to go away, you sway to your seat before landing in a resounding ‘plop’, causing Anakin to stifle a laugh.
“Are you okay, young one?” Plo Koon questions and you feel Obi-Wan’s blue eyes watching you in concern. Waving off the Kel Dor, you lean your head forward as Windu continues his droning, most of the Council’s attention leaving you, except for Anakin and Obi-Wan who share glances.
Deciding you can’t take anymore of the pain, you make a move to stand up. “Sorry to interrupt, Masters, I think I need to retire to my-” before you could finish your statement you fall forward and if it hadn’t been for Obi-Wan’s quick reflexes, you would’ve been kissing the floor.
“Just how much did you guys drink last night?” Obi-Wan chastises Anakin who shakes his head in denial.
“Just a few, but I was more gone than she was. It’s gotta be something else.” Obi-Wan turns his attention back to your barely conscious form as he places the back of his hand on your forehead, immediately pulling away.
“She’s burning up, we need to get her to the infirmary,” Obi-Wan moves to pick you up but you grab ahold of his wrist.
“No, no infirmary.”
“Take her to her room, you will. Watch over her, trust you I do, Master Kenobi.”
“But what about the meeting?”
“I’ll catch you up later,” Anakin replies, trying to hide a smile at the circumstances. He’s seen you when you’re drunk and he’s seen you with a fever before. If this is anything like previous times, then he knows that you may say something you wouldn’t say lucidly.
Noticing Anakin’s amusement, Obi-Wan furrows his brow in annoyance before shaking his head and looping his arms under your legs and back, picking you up and holding you against his body.
“I’ll make sure her fever goes down.” He nods briefly to the remaining Council members before rushing out the door to your chambers.
Feeling a warm body against yours, you curl into the chest of the person carrying you and shiver, trying to get enough warmth to combat the sweat trickling down your body, not really caring whose arms you’re in.
Looking down at your form, Obi-Wan can’t help but to feel his heartbeat a little bit faster. Of course, this isn’t the circumstances he wanted for you to be in his arms, but he will take what he can get. Making it to your room, he slides the door open and hastily puts you down on the bed, removing your shoes and cloak from your body before grabbing a washcloth from your refresher and wetting it with cold water, placing it on your forehead, causing you to shudder. “I really think you should go to the infirmary.”
“No. How else would I have gotten you alone?” Obi-Wan’s eyes widened at your comment but if it bothered you, you made no notion of it.
“Darling. I’m not sure you’re fully conscious.”
“I’m conscious enough to know that your arms are strong and that you smell like a warm summer day.” Obi-Wan can’t help but feel the heat rushing to his cheeks and he so desperately wants to press you more as to what you think about him.
“(Y/N). How do you feel about me?” He knows it’s wrong and he knows that he probably shouldn’t be asking these types of questions while you’re not completely lucid, but when would be the next time he gets to ask these things?
Knowing where he’s trying to steer the conversation, you decide to play along. Curling further into a ball, you use what little force you have to drag him down onto the bed next to you, using his chest as a pillow while you listen to his pounding heart.
“I love you, Kenobi. Now stay here while I get some sleep.”
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be right here when you wake up."
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I think a nightmare situation (for someone) is Anakin getting dosed with truth serum in TCW
And everyone's like "Oh, he's going to confess to the Amidala thing," and he's just like "I have murdered babies"
In front of like. Half the council.
"Obi-Wan did you know about--" "NO"
"Ahsoka please leave the room while we figure out what the fuck is going on. You shouldn't be here." [sounds of the pedestal she put Anakin on just crumbling]
They were expecting Anakin to admit he's horny and stupid about Padme and maybe planning to leave for her post-war. They were not expecting 'yeah I did a massacre,' okay?!
"Oh, we'll finally be able to stop pretending we don't know, and he'll stop being really awkward and pathetic about his affair!" Nope, it's so much worse.
I've seen truth serum fics for Anakin before but it's almost always for a Romance Confession and like. No. I want him to fuck up his entire career by admitting to an atrocity he committed. He deserves to fuck up his career at the minimum. He has killed so many people. Please make him go to therapy or something.
Palpatine: I'd like to speak with General Skywalker.
Jedi: No, sorry, there's been an incident.
Palpatine: …what kind of incident?
Jedi: I'm sorry, but we can't tell you that.
Palpatine: I am the supreme commander of the armed forces. You are legally obligated to tell me the actions of a high-ranking military member.
Jedi: Technically it happened before the war, and outside of Republic space, so it's an internal Jedi matter.
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