#so shame upon shame upon shame for obi-wan here

[tennessoui]

thinking about a soulmate canon au where you find your soulmate via touch and the jedi order is a bit more pious and has a very respectful no touching culture that obi-wan absolutely abides by. meanwhile anakin is raised on tatooine before coming to the temple and he's really used to touch, and it drives him a little insane, that no one touches him casually in the temple but he learns to abide by it as well and follow his master's example

only for him to fall head over heels for padmé as soon as they touch in aotc and he thinks his reactions to her are due to them being soulmates so they get married because padmé doesn't really know what finding her soulmate feels like either, but anakin's touch and attention feels good (and maybe he unintentionally uses the Force to convince her) so they must be soulmates

meanwhile obi-wan saved his padawan's life when he was like sixteen and was knocked unconscious and tossed into an ocean or something so obi-wan gives him mouth to mouth to resuscitate him---and discovers instantly that they're soulmates....but anakin's out cold and doesn't feel it so obi-wan's left alone with the realization that he's some kind of monster, being the soulmate of a child and anakin can never ever ever know.

so canon happens as canon does but with obi-wan knowing and keeping this secret to himself and carefully making sure he never touches anakin while anakin gets all of his touches from his wife and obi-wan watches from afar knowing he can never tell anakin or anyone else

but palpatine works it out and definitely tells anakin once he's Fallen and killed his wife and also been barbecued (by his soulmate), which makes vader obsess with finding obi-wan (more than he is in canon)

and he finally captures him and has the acolytes chain him up in mustafar. vader visits and asks if obi-wan cut off his arms so he couldn't touch him and know, and it's obi-wan's worst fear and biggest regret that anakin finds out they're soulmates, but now he has no control over the situation. not as vader approaches, not as he takes off his helmet, not as vader leans close and brushes what remains of his lips against obi-wan's cheek

and it feels just as good and right and perfect as it did the first and only time they touched, except now obi-wan isn't sure who the monster is. maybe it's both of them

#kit's silly lil aus #obikin #vaderwan #tw: non consensual touching #to be safe but also in my mind its wayyyy dubious and non con touching when vader captures obi-wan #obi-wan's relatively helpless and vader is still a touch starved cat #rubbing their cheeks together because it feels so good to touch his soulmate #but also his soul mate has made it impossible to touch him #what an obi-wan thing to do #obi-wan probably considers (for a brief brief brief moment) #letting anakin die when he first finds out he's his soulmate #but then he could never #but it adds to his guilt about the whole thing #and his shame #and his feelings of unworthiness #etc etc etc #for this to make sense i guess the jedi are also pretty unimpressed with soulmates because of the attachment issues they cause #and that's one of the reasons theyre very no touch #so shame upon shame upon shame for obi-wan here #also imagining Kenobi show era obiwan using himself as a distraction so leia can get away #all he’ll see is me dialed to 300% #with an added all he’ll want to do is rub the remains of his face against my body and say awful mean things that cut me to the quick #but I can take it because k agree with all the mean things

[bunnie-online]

desperate boy. {A.S.}

pairing: sub!Anakin Skywalker x dom! fem reader

MINORS DNI. THIS IS 18+

summary: after not seeing you for weeks, Anakin can't wait to feel you again.

warnings: femdom, slight humiliation kink, teasing, orgasm denial.

word count: 1,059

Anakin was so far gone. His mind was betraying him while he was trying to fly himself and Obi-Wan back to the Jedi temple safely. He knew that he was going to see you soon, every time he tried to think about something wholesome, thought of you bent over, panting and screaming his name flooded his thoughts. It was a painfully long flight home, trying to keep himself at bay, figuratively and literally. As soon as the speeder touched down, Anakin basically sprinted from the landing pad to your room. To his surprise you were there waiting for him. He nearly knocked you over when he embraced you, squeezing you tightly. "Oh.. How I've missed you." He whispers huskily, making you shiver.

"Anakin, wait until we get into my room, we could be caught!" You giggle, Anakin nipping at your neck started to tickle. He opens your door with the Force, and backs you into your own room, his body never leaving yours. He backs you into a wall. "Ani.. Ani..." you gasp in between Anakin's impatient kisses. "Anakin!" you say sternly. He jumps. You can feel the goosebumps form on his skin. "You need to learn how to wait." Your voice low and seductive. You place you hands on his chest and move him backwards. His gorgeous blue eyes are blown out, widened with surprise. " 'm sorry" he slurs his words, already drunk off the pleasure that he has yet to receive. "You're going to do everything I say. Understood?" you gaze into his eyes, making your place known. "Y-Yes. I understand." he stutters out, but still nods obediently. "Kneel." you command. He drops to his knees, no questions asked. His eyes almost tearing up, awaiting your next command. You waltz around him, circling him like he's your personal, pretty prey. Anakin is basically shaking in anticipation. "Now, do you think that coming in here, forcing yourself upon me like a depraved horny being, makes you a good boy?" You ask, trailing you pointer finger along his jawline, forcing him to make eye contact with you. He shakes his head in shame. "Words, Anakin." you reprimand him. "No. It doesn't." his voice barely above a whisper. "And bad boys don't get what they want, do they?" you look down on him, your eyes darkening. "No... they do not." he was so delectably embarrassed, his arousal begging to be set free. "So. You're gonna listen and be a good boy, okay? Then I'll think about giving you what you want." an audible whine comes from him as soon as you finish your sentence. "I'll be good! I'll listen! I promise!" his voice is slightly pitched up, desperation dripping off of every single word. "Ah ah ah... Too eager. You need to wait, baby." you stroke his cheek, earning another whine from the very pretty boy kneeling in front of you. "Can't wait anymore" his voice cracks. "Need you, need to cum, please, it's been so long." He's almost in tears. Your heart (and other parts) aches for him, poor thing, he probably didn't touch himself the whole time he was gone, he's probably gonna burst soon. You get down on his level, joining him on the floor. "You've been so pent up, huh?" you take his face into both of your hands. He nods frantically. "Mhm! Haven't cum in so long, was waiting for you." tears of embarrassment and frustration well up in his eyes. "Oh you poor baby." You say, your voice feigning sympathy. "I'm gonna help you, okay Pumpkin." your voice sounded sweet, but your intentions are nothing but sinister. "Oh thank you, thank you." he repeats, already panting heavily. "Stand up, pretty boy." you order. He stands, his legs shaking from the adrenaline and anticipation. You couldn't ignore his arousal if you tried. It made the heat between your thighs grow more and more unbearable. You can't give in now though, how will your impatient, desperate boy learn his lesson? You can't reward his behavior. He has to learn. "Lean against the wall." you command him. He steps behind you, to switch your places. You turn around, still on your knees. "Be good for me, Ani." your voice low and commanding, making the man before you shiver. His voice caught in his throat, only leaving him to nod. You pull his pants down, suddenly, causing him to gasp, he looks away, his face suddenly crimson red. "Oh~ would you look at that. My boy is so sooo needy, hm?" you lean in and place a kiss on his left thigh. "Ohh" he groans, having you so painfully close to where he wants you, resisting the urge to grab your hand and place himself inside it.

"pleasepleaseplease" He whispered frantically as you continue to plant kisses all over his thighs and pelvis, actively avoiding his cock. "Still so desperate." you lightly graze your index finger along his shaft, stopping at the tip. "Ah! Please I'm too sensitive for this" he whines.

"Oh, I'm sorry, handsome. I shouldn't tease should I?" You plant another kiss right next to the base of his dick. Earning a whine, paired with a thrust of his hips. You decided to give in... for now,

You wrap you hand around him, stroking up and down while maintaining eye contact with him, until his roll into the back of his head. He's moaning loudly, his body spasming every once and a while. He wasn't lying when he said he was sensitive. "Aw Ani. I haven't even done anything yet." you laugh. His face flushes once more, he hide in his hands. You decide to push the limits and put him in your mouth. He got louder, his hands moving from his face to your hair. "Ah! No no no I'm so close already. Fuck!" he moans, you're convinced the entire Jedi temple can hear him, that spurs you on. You pick up your pace. "B-Babe. Baby! If you don't stop, 'm gonna cum!" he cries out. You take this as your sign to pull off of him. "Well if you say so." You wipe your mouth with your thumb, never breaking eye contact with him. You stand up. "W-Wait no! Wait don't stop!" His voice breaks, you could've sworn a tear rolled down his cheek. "Remember, Anakin. Only good boys get what they want."

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ahhh this was my first time writing in a WHILE, let alone writing smut AHHH i'm sorry if this is ass

~ bunnie!

#anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #smut #smut writing #sub!anakin #dom!reader #bunnie online! #hayden christensen x reader smut #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen

[vaguely-concerned]

Thoughts upon finishing Master and Apprentice! A good double read with Padawan; the ending of that leaving Obi-Wan slightly hopeful about his relationship to Qui-Gon makes for a very sad yet hilarious ‘Local Padawan loses last little bit of hope he didn’t even know he still had’ sort of vibe to the beginning of this one, which is set one (1) year later and Obi-Wan is So Done with Qui-Gon’s whole deal by this point (correctly btw). Also if you can’t tell already I will not be objective or free from bias in this because I love Obi-Wan so much and some of the stuff Qui-Gon pulled made me incandescent with rage on his behalf <3 let’s go

- 'oh obi-wan, you're so mature for your age, I keep forgetting you're only seventeen years old,' qui-gon says, word for word, repeatedly, in master and apprentice, apparently willfully deaf to the industrial-sized warning bells about their relationship dynamic that should probably be setting off in his head. qui-gon believes in vibing with the living force and being in the moment right up until the moment requires him to pay attention to the kid he's raising for more than oh, one and a half minutes of self-effacing inner monologue and then he's like 'well unfortunately there is simply no time for that right now there are prophecies to be pondered'. (the fact that the admission that obi-wan has essentially been left to raise himself emotionally and the resigned reframing of that as 'and maybe that is a good thing!' is part of the olive branch they extend to each other towards the end... will my sadness never end)

- most of all it's so heartbreaking to me that qui-gon seemingly never understands just how much obi-wan as a person is rooted deeply in shame. I don't think that's a feeling that's particularly prevalent in qui-gon's own inner world so he doesn't recognize how central it is in obi-wan's psychology and completely misunderstands and misaligns with him again and again and again and then gets annoyed with obi-wan for that, thus making the shame even deeper. doubly painful because he does see the way rael lives so much of his life out of shame now and feels sad about it, but can't see the way he's contributing to obi-wan doing so. this is what fucks me up so bad about the generational trauma in star wars -- no one here meant to be cruel. for all his faults I do think qui-gon does love obi-wan and doesn't mean to hurt him. but the original sin of the prequels as far as I'm concerned is qui-gon tenderly drying away obi-wan's tears as he's dying even while completely failing to see him, his eyes too fixed on anakin's future to actually be with obi-wan, who's there right now and needs him.

these are simply very different people trying and failing to understand each other, and the harm that can still happen in that… 'if you love me, you don't love me in a way I understand', all the way through the disaster line, even when the love is there, it is there, that’s what hurts the most, it just doesn’t reach where it’s needed, there’s a connection that doesn’t happen. (ironically I think ahsoka doesn't doubt that anakin loves her, it's just uh everything else that went down. so y'know family curse broken! new even more fucked up curse achieved now with more child murder. I mean there already was some child murder in this family but anakin upped the game exponentially) 

- a lil guy who's basically tarzan except the gorillas are replaced with protocol droids and then he becomes a jewel thief is one of the funniest star wars concepts I've ever heard and I hope pax and rahara get to pop up in more star wars media, they’re great fun. (also an idea I think would be super fun to make a character/campaign around in Edge of the Empire or something, everyone playing different droids and then one person being robo-parented lol) 

- was not prepared to have rael posit a theory of what essentially seems to be the jedi version of predestination in his despair, but I do love to see it haha. especially interesting since he, qui-gon and dooku must be among the people alive who've studied the prophecies in most depth, and they've all reached different conclusions -- dooku decides to join the war of light and dark on the side of dark for some reason, qui-gon (possibly the stubbornest fucker the jedi order ever produced) 'turns towards the light not to win some great cosmic game, but because it is the light', and rael in the middle falls into the depressed apathy of 'it doesn't matter what we do here, the outcome is already decided; for there to be true balance there has to be as much dark as light in the world so we're fucked'. but in the end he does take qui-gon's words to heart and turns towards the light rather than accepting dooku's offer, even if he might not believe it makes a difference in the long run. man I love rael. hobo-looking sonofabitch living in a castle for eight years will just suddenly fling out some deep jedi theology huh

- master rael 'I'm gonna make up for the big terrible mistake I made on accident by making an even bigger more premeditated mistake on purpose' averross (affectionate)

- the added layer to dooku’s fascination with prophecy after reading dooku: jedi lost — that his best friend in the world was a seer who couldn’t turn it off and it destroyed him……….. dooku you’re not getting him back if you just understand what he saw you know that right

- the more I read of master and apprentice the more I realize that the reason yoda and qui-gon don't get along is that they're two of the judgiest bitches the jedi order ever produced. They’re like two cats scowling judgmentally at each other from opposite sides of the room pretending to live and let live while going ‘you’re wrong tho’ internally. 

- I dunk on him constantly (not entirely without affection, however grudging), but Qui-Gon is genuinely a really interesting character. He’s so… he’s so. He’s infuriating but he’s infuriating in an equidistant sort of way. You feel me. He’s pissing everyone off equally and he just doesn’t care because again, he’s the stubbornest judgiest bitch around and thinks he’s right all the time. I would be free to just enjoy his ornery ‘no actually I’m right about this’ ass and the chaos he wreaks so much more if Obi-Wan didn’t have to live with the emotional consequences of it lol. 

- poor rael closing in on fifty with his puriteen middle-aged little brother clutching pearls about his getting laid once in a blue moon fhdskjahfas. again a really interesting insight into different ways of interpreting the jedi code, though, I love seeing the jedi not be an ideological monolith. to be fair to rael, having sex sometimes does seem to be the indulgence he has that causes the least conflict with his principles or loyalties so you know what honestly force speed you my friend why not. (and then there's qui-gon 'noooo sex is only okay if you're In Love (implied: like I was)!!!' jinn lmao. I wonder what he'd think of anakin and padme's relationship, would that pass the 'being sufficiently purely in love' test for him) I do like how consistently it’s shown that rael doesn’t mean to be cruel or unkind in anything he says, he always notices something landing too close to home and then pulls carefully back from it instead of pushing on. He seems to be the emotional intelligence powerhouse in this lineage (as long as he doesn’t have his feelings too tangled up in something, at least). 

Dooku: jedi lost also shows us that dooku absolutely knows rael is out there in the galaxy laying pipe and is, at worst, softly amused by it. So in this little family unit it’s only qui-gon losing his mind over it fjsdkafa I’m so used to having qui-gon be the wild card maverick compared to obi-wan ‘*in tears* but what are the RULES master’ kenobi, it’s so fucking funny that within the context that raised him he’s the stick in the mud 

I guess. the book also had a plot and it was not bad! some interesting insights about how the republic interacted with the big corporations and just how fucked everything already was by this point. I'm a pretty character-driven reader so that's what sticks with me for the most part

- obi-wan’s big teenage rebellion here being that sometimes. Occasionally. When he really loses his temper and gets hot under the collar. He’ll say something slightly passive aggressive out loud instead of keeping it contained inside his head. And qui-gon still can’t handle that gracefully AT ALL he snaps right back fdjskfhas. (I guess he also snitches on qui-gon to the council but well, you know, qui-gon was breaking republic law pretty brazenly at that point I think that moves beyond teenage angst and into ‘...master that’s a wholeass felony’ territory). Obi-Wan does go for a couple of low blows, but like. Nothing that’s not actually true, is the thing. And mostly he blames himself for not being good enough, because surely if he were qui gon wouldn’t treat him like this. Augh. hngh. Pain. suffering. 

- I am not one of the people who think everything would have automatically been just hunky-dory if only qui-gon lived and could have been anakin's master (in fact I would have given it a 50/50 chance of going exponentially worse way faster; being more similar as people is not always a guarantee that a relationship will go smoother and qui-gon is an incredibly difficult man to be close to for any length of time), but the way this book basically presents how the dynamic between dooku, rael and qui-gon could have gone on in the next generation too... it would have been incredibly unfair to obi-wan (as always I think that's just an universal constant lmao) but I think the odds of it turning out okay would have been better if you had him in the mix to run crisis control for both qui-gon and anakin, as he does for each of them individually as best he can anyway. at least he could have been free to be anakin's brother and friend purely in that scenario, without all the added mess of grief and having to take on a parental role there so young. he does basically fill that role in ahsoka's apprenticeship, after all.

- qui-gon finally hugging rael before he leaves the planet (and especially since when they were younger he wanted to, but held himself back from it)... that's still his big brother even with all the shit that's happened since ;_____; when someone teaches you how to swim (literally and symbolically) that shit stays with you I suppose

Relatedly: DOOKU getting hugged, and gladly. What the fuck. Are you all seeing this shit. I’m gonna cry or laugh I’m not sure which one why am I emotionally invested in the galaxy's most problematic grandpa now this sucks

#and that's the power of star wars baybey #star wars #master and apprentice #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jin #rael averross #count dooku #star wars meta

[staycalmandhugaclone]

Star Wars Rant - Take 2!

Guys. Guys, I’m sorry. I had a thought on the way to work today… and now I’m going to force it upon all of you, too, so that at least I won’t suffer alone.

Kaminoans do not value emotion. They value perfection. In fact, the social demand for genetic perfection is what led them to cloning and thus gave us our lovely copy/ paste cornucopia of delicious potential for OCs, wartime angst, and brotherly shenanigans. We know each clone ended up developing a unique personality even as cadets, but imagine the first batches. They didn’t have older clones to look up to, to learn that becoming their own person was okay. They had asshole mercenaries, the legendary original source for their DNA, and, most abundantly, the Kaminoans to raise them.

Children learn through mimicry. They see their guardians interact with the world, and that’s the initial outline for who they become. If they spent most of their time around the Kaminoans, that means they would likely view emotions as a detriment, with some interplay offsetting that from Jango and the mercs.

Fast-forward a couple generations to the discovery and implementation of said clones, during which time the Kaminoans have likely done away with anyone who strayed too far from their ideal soldier, furthering the general understanding that emotions are dangerous and something to be stifled. Then, suddenly, here are these Jedi Generals who fall all over the emotional spectrum! Shaak Ti shows them compassion. Yoda shows them acceptance (and chaos, let’s be real). Anakin shows them fun (also chaos. So much chaos). Obi Wan, the biggest flirt in the damn galaxy, just completely upends whatever textbook definition of romance may have been briefly taught to “prepare” them as cadets.

What I’m really getting at, though, is that clones were brought up without love. They were created by a race that pretty much bred out any tendency toward affection, trained by a man who regarded them as lesser copies of himself, and *decommissioned* if they displayed too much independence (I know there are caveats to this, such as Alpha-17 and the CCs, but they had much less patience for the CTs). And here are these Jedi who love in such a blindingly open and overwhelming way. How do they cope with that? How do they not become insanely loyal to these kind, generous beings that don’t treat them like numbers for the first time in their lives??

And then there’s the other side: the squads that have the misfortune of being paired with Jedi less prone to  that innate goodness, the squads trapped with Krell and Ki-Adi-Mundi. They never get the chance to feel valued as anything other than a tool. They may have heard the word “love” but would never be allowed to experience it, platonic or otherwise…

I don’t have any grand ending thoughts here beyond the absolute tragedy that those men suffered, but I will say, it does tempt me with some utterly angsty and beautiful thoughts for emotionally crippled clone OCs and emotionally traumatized reader OCs accidentally find each other through various whumpee ways… be a shame if someone was inspired by this and tagged me in whatever may or may no come of it...

#staycalm talks #staycalm rants #again #everything about the clones is just heartbreaking okay? #star wars #star wars rant #star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #tcw #sw tcw #emotional baggage

[binaryeclipse]

Demonstration

Their wrists are almost touching. 

Anakin focuses on his breathing as he and Obi-Wan circle each other in slow methodical movements. His pulse is even, beating in his neck in counterpoint to each inhale-exhale of his lungs. Their hands are poised in defensive positions between them. 

Hand-to-hand combat training with Obi-Wan has always been Anakin’s favourite. 

This close he can smell him. The musk beneath the fading smoky-sweet cologne his Master wears is growing thicker as perspiration builds over the course of their training. Sweat has darkened Obi-Wan’s hair near the roots, bringing out the rusty tones like old metal, the long fluffy strands gaining texture the more he runs his fingers through it between brief bursts of violence as they kick and strike one another. Strands of strawberry blonde are beginning to stick to his neck where Obi-Wan is growing it out, curling against his skin. 

Anakin’s arm aches with the memory of each block, bruises beginning to form like growing shadows under his skin. Obi-Wan’s touch imprinted upon him that lasts longer than the impact. He is developing a craving for them, the tender blooms of blood beneath his skin that he presses with hesitant fingers in the night when he is alone in the nest of his bed, wishing there was someone to hold him. 

He settles for this. 

Obi-Wan ducks fluidly beneath Anakin’s high kick, popping back up to deliver a strike just above the elbow. It hurts, Anakin is always tender there, but the adrenaline drowns it out and all he feels is the euphoric high of the brief contact of the calloused edge of his Master’s palm. 

Before Obi-Wan can pull away, Anakin grabs his forearm with his left hand, warm skin almost searing his palm, arm hair scratching slightly. He wants to trace the veins and arteries that are being crushed beneath his grip, follow their blue lines up to the sensitive hollow of the elbow, over the swell of strong biceps, along the sensual curve of his shoulder to the elegant column of his neck so he can pull his Master in, close and intimate. 

Instead he yanks, trying to unseat Obi-Wan’s strong stance, twisting. Obi-Wan springs, agile and acrobatic from his years of dedication to Ataru as a padawan, and flips when Anakin demands but under his own terms, landing light on his feet and reversing the hold until Anakin is at his mercy. It takes only seconds for his feet to be knocked asunder, falling out from under him so he drops like a stone. Anakin falls prone, Obi-Wan coming down atop of him, knees on either side of his body. 

Shameful arousal spreads like blood in the water between the cradle of his hips. How many nights has he spent, helplessly grinding into his mattress and imagining the protective weight of Obi-Wan pressed above him, pinning him as he pins him now but with the added fantasy of being split open around the width of his cock. Instinct screams for him to lay still, to let his Master grind into his ass, location be damned. 

He uses better judgment and struggles—shields keeping his riot of lust at bay—and trying to unseat Obi-Wan to no avail until his Master has effectively immobilized him with a powerful arm beneath his chin, forcing Anakin to bow his back as he’s pulled into an effective hold. The iron grip on his wrist that Obi-Wan pins to the small of his back is the final nail in the coffin of this fight.

“It is imperative that you do not block the airway,” Obi-Wan explains, not even out of breath, his voice intimately close to Anakin’s ear. His tone is clinical and instructing, but there is a twinge of a smile in the shape of his vowels. “We must always strive to do the least amount of damage to our opponents, whoever they are. Padawan Skywalker here is very well behaved but when you are on missions, many of your foes will not be so accommodating.” 

His Master is always so good at delivering backhanded compliments, the kind that make him squirm with both shame at the position he’s been forced into and the pride at being called well behaved. 

“But what if it’s a really bad person?” A small Mirialan initiate asks. 

Anakin’s skin burns beneath his clothing at every point where Obi-Wan’s body comes into contact with his own and he can feel it through his bones when his Master chuckles, the vibration shattering him to his core. His control over his emotions, his arousal, is fraying and he clings to keeping it contained to the shell of his mind.

“Well,” Obi-Wan considers, and Anakin can imagine his grin, all teeth and slate eyes bright. “I said no damage—I didn’t say it couldn’t hurt.” 

The initiates giggle and Anakin almost whimpers when Obi-Wan lets him go and stands up. Suddenly, he feels cold where he has been burning up like an iron planet core seconds before. Bereft, Anakin lays there on the mat a moment longer, missing the weight of his Master. His face flushes more at the thought of his shameful desires that were quickly beginning to invade every aspect of his life outside his lonely bed. He presses his forehead to the mat with a groan, willing away his impending erection.

“Anakin?” 

Polished boots appear before his eyes. 

“Surely I haven’t wounded your pride this much, my very young apprentice.” 

He pushes himself up, rising with cheer and enthusiasm to hop on his feet. After all, the demonstration was far from over, and Anakin would take small solace in the brief moments when Obi-Wan’s hands would hold him. “Never, my very old Master!” 

Obi-Wan sighs, rolling his eyes while running a hand through his hair, the light of the training salle catching on the red undertones. 

“What am I going to do with him,” he asks their tiny audience. 

The initiates giggle again, hiding happy smiles behind their hands. 

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #my writing #ficlet #fic rec #found this in one of my many WIP that is just... not working lol #but this bit was really good so I kept it #and decided to post it here

[padfootagain]

Stars in the Evening

Hello everyone! Just felt like writing a little something for our dear Obi, so here we go! (Quite proud of this one, btw, ngl...)

I hope you all like it! Tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Warnings: Mentions of warfare and grieving, sad, hurt/comfort

Summary: This war has taken its toll on you, but Obi-Wan is here to help.

Word Count: 2199

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You know that it shouldn’t hurt so much anymore.

You’re at war. It happens. Dying. Killing. Surviving. Death and life mingled like never before.

It’s everywhere, in every corner of the Galaxy, around every sun in the sky. It’s everywhere, after years of fighting, you should be used to it.

You’re not. It hurts. A lot. It hurts to see your friends dying, to see hope slowly vanishing from their eyes, to take lives after lives because it’s the only way, or so they say. You’re not sure anymore. You’re not certain of anything.

You were not trained for this, though. Jedi, these are keepers of the Peace. No generals. No commanders. No soldiers at all.

And now there you are, in the gardens of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, sitting on your own on a bench, and you’re not sure of anything anymore. When you look down at your hands you’re surprised to not find them reddened with blood. When you look up at the stars above your head, you wonder if they’ll still be there tomorrow evening.

You did not expect this life, but there’s no choice, not any real one, at least. There’s the Force. There’s Life. There’s Death. And in between there are innocents to protect. That’s what you keep repeating to yourself; these are the words you believe less and less these days…

There’s one thing steady though, through the tumultuous current. One constant, as unwavering as the speed of light. A shame it’s a forbidden one…

You feel his presence before he appears. You always do. For a long time, you thought it was because of the Force, because of the peculiar way It moves around him. You’re no such fool now, after so many years.

You love him, it’s as simple as that.

When you look up, Obi-Wan is walking towards you, in his brown robes, in his beige clothes and his leather boots. He’s worried, you can tell. He’s got this frown of his, the one he wears when he is saddened or afraid. His beard and hair glimmer in the soft yellow lights of the garden, it’s warm and reassuring. You’re almost ready to smile at the mere sight of him.

Almost… not quite…

His pace slows down as he approaches, blue eyes fixed upon yours, like he’s afraid you’ll run away and disappear if he comes too close. And maybe he’s right. If he approaches, maybe you will flee. It’s easier than to face the truth.

You want him to hold you tight though. You want him to lie to you, lie to you with all he has in him. You just want him to claim that everything will be alright, just for a moment, before the world crumbles down for good.

He stops a couple of steps away from you, head slightly tilted to the side. You want to crumble. You want to let it all out, but you shouldn’t. You can’t. You’re a Jedi. You can’t let your emotions get the better of you…

He’s standing still, wrapped in his warm cloak and silence. No sound of pebbles rolling under his feet anymore. Just the distant buzzing sound of speeders crossing the gigantic city. The quiet whispers of the night. Your breathing, and his.

He lifts his hand to his face to run his fingers through his beard, his other arm crossed before his chest. He’s worried, thinking, weighing his options. You recognize the obvious sign.

“Can I do something for you, Obi-Wan?” you ask him, breaking the silence first.

He stares at you for a moment more before letting out a sigh, and letting his hands fall idly by his side.

That’s how he feels. Idle. Unable to help. He hates it with all his might.

“May I join you?”

You merely nod, scooting over to make some room for him to sit by your side. You look at him as he does so, movements slow and reassuring, soothing. You stare for a moment at his profile as he looks at the gardens before him. Dark blond hair and beard, blue eyes that seem sadder than they should be. When he looks at you and finally speaks, his voice is deep, warm, soothing. Not quite like a friend. Not like a Jedi. He speaks more like a man in love.

Is it so surprising, after all?

“I heard about what happened during your latest mission. I’m sorry.”

“It’s war.”

“Master Lios was a dear friend of yours. I’m terribly sorry.”

You don’t say anything. You can’t. Because there are too many conflicting thoughts in your mind right now, too many feelings you should suppress but you can’t.

You’re grieving a friend. You feel guilty for making it out of this mission alive when your friend didn’t. You feel relieved because Obi-Wan should have come with you to Tattooine, but he was called away to help Anakin at the last minute. And you feel so terribly guilty for being relieved, but you’re glad he wasn’t there, that it wasn’t Obi-Wan who came with you and died.

You shouldn’t feel like that, and yet you do. Because Master Lios was your friend, but Obi-Wan is…

You look up at him again, blue eyes catching your gaze, and the truth is engraved all over your heart.

Obi-Wan is everything.

He looks sad. Filled with pain. Infinite eyes to host a never-ending sorrow. You wish you could make it disappear, but then again, how could you? You feel just the same…

Because you’re at war. Because you’ve killed, because you saw your friend dying, because you love Obi-Wan with every fibre of your being and you’ll always be apart…

You’re a Jedi. But you’re human too. How much pain can a human take before it kills them?

Only when Obi-Wan brushes the tear falling down your cheek with his thumb do you realize you’ve been crying.

“I heard you were wounded,” he goes on, but you shake your head.

“Nothing serious. I’m fine.”

But you’re still crying, you can’t seem to be able to stop. Silent, salted tears you can’t bite back this time.

Before you can say anything else, Obi-Wan wraps his arms around you, holding you close.

He smells of candles, of leather, of warm tea. Linen. Quiet nights. Early mornings.

He smells like home.

You feel safer, all of a sudden. The lie works, and for a moment more, you believe everything will be fine. As long as he holds you close, you’ll be just fine.

He shouldn’t let himself run his fingers through your hair, shouldn’t hold you so tightly, but he can’t help it. Your eyelashes tickle his cheekbone as you close your eyes, your hair feels so smooth between his rough hands. You smell of candles, of koyo melons, of sweet soap. Cotton. Hidden whispers. Quiet dawns.

You smell like home…

“I’m not sure I can do this anymore, Obi,” you confess in a breath, shaky and fragile, words swallowed by the night as soon as they pass your lips. “It’s too hard. And I… I’m so tired…”

“I know. I know…”

“I wish we could run away,” you admit.

You feel him sighing, feel the warmth of his breath against your temple, the movement of his chest as he empties his lungs. When he kisses your forehead, you both know he shouldn’t.

None of you truly care though.

“I wish we could too,” Obi-Wan whispers against your skin, his beard tickling you as he moves his lips. “But we can’t. None of us could live with the guilt if we did. Not now, at least. Not when we are so desperately needed here.”

You nod, although you’re not as convinced as you usually are. You’ve had this talk before, the wise resolution is always the same. This time though, you wish he could change his mind, gather his things, and leave far away…

But then, the war is everywhere, in every corner of the Galaxy, around every sun in the sky. It would be useless. There are too many ghosts to leave behind. They would always end up following you. Besides, if you left, how many more ghosts would be born out of your absence?

He’s right. You know he is. It still hurts all the same.

You tighten your hold on him, fists grasping at the smooth fabric of his clothes. As if holding onto a lifeline.

“What if you’re the next one?” you ask, voicing this fear that’s devouring your heart, that’s keeping you awake at night. Your voice is so drenched with tears, so tight in your throat, you barely recognise it as your own. “What if you leave me? What would I do then? Obi-Wan, what would I do if you died?”

But he shakes his head, holding your face in both his hands, thumbs grazing across the smooth skin of your cheeks in a delicate caress. He smiles.

“I will not pretend that there are no risks at all. But it doesn’t matter, Y/N. I’m here. I'll always be here for you. Don't you know that by now? That I'll never leave? Not really, at least. Not the way it matters."

He takes your hand, guides your palm to rest on his chest, right over his heart, so you can feel its steady beating.

“I should not give it away,” he breathes, words that he shouldn’t say but they’re true all the same. “And yet, it belongs to you. Always have. Always will. Even if something happened out there, I would always look after you. Through the Force. I would always be there.”

You nod, and you don’t need to speak the words for him to know that you feel the same. That your heart belongs to him, that it has for what seems like forever, that it will always belong to him.

“I’m so scared,” you let out in a murmur. “And I know it’s not the Jedi way, but I can’t help it. I’m just… I’m so tired…”

“I know. I know…”

“And this… the way I feel for you… I simply cannot… ignore it. It hurts. It’s painful and maybe… Maybe I love you a little too much, and that's why it hurts sometimes."

You let out a trembling sigh, before leaning to rest your head on Obi-Wan shoulder. He rests his cheek against your hair.

“Do you think I’m weak, for feeling this way?” you ask him.

But he shakes his head, voice hoarse, his throat too tight.

“No, of course not. I think… this is war. And we were taught to love all. How can we fight a war if we’re meant to love and protect even those we must destroy? And we have lost so much already… I do not think you are weak. Not at all. I simply think you’re tired, and in pain. After all you’ve had to live through, it isn’t that surprising. But I also know that you are brave, caring, generous, and loyal to a fault. And I know that no matter how you feel now, tomorrow, when your help is needed, you will answer. Because you were born for this, just like I was. And it is not our way to let others suffer when we can help, even if just a little, even if we can’t save them all.”

You nod, because he’s right. Tomorrow, after a sleepless night, you know perfectly well what will happen. You’ll meditate in your chamber as the sun rises over the skyscrapers, setting their windows on fire. You’ll get dressed. Head for a breakfast you’ll barely touch at all. Laugh at Ahsoka and Anakin and their everlasting banter, because you always do. You’ll talk with Obi-Wan, trying to hide the way you want to kiss his lips every time they move. You’ll train for a while. You’ll wash up and you’ll head to the Council Meeting, and you’ll listen to the reports and you’ll tell about what happened to Lios. And then Master Yoda and Master Windu will turn to you with a new mission, a new village to protect, a new base to evacuate. And you’ll accept, with a bend of your head. Silent. Obedient. Because you know that if you don’t help, no one else will.

“I wish we could be selfish, just for once,” you plead. “I wish you could stay. Just this once. I wish we could both stay and be as we were before all this: a little more innocent; a little more carefree.”

“These times have passed. They are only memories now. But I am still here. I am still here.”

You let him hold you for a little longer. And you wish he would kiss you, but you know he won’t. Because you are both Jedi. Because it would hurt too much to believe in love when dawns are bathed in blood rather than hopes. Because it would hurt him too much if he let himself love you the way he craves to.

Instead, it’s better to hold you tight, and to pretend it’s enough; as if he were certain that the stars above your heads would still be here tomorrow evening...

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[dai-bendu-conlang]

hi! i just recently stumbled across this project and first off, massive fan of what y'all are doing here! (linguistics <3)

but i was wondering if there was any particular reason you've only created the one pronoun for second person, as opposed to separating the singular and plural as you've done with the rest? it just reads a bit funny to me as an ESL speaker, so i was curious as to your thought process ^^

i hope you all have a good day! (and that i'm making sense, it is... rather late here oops)

Hi! Assuming you’re referring to “keel” if I inferred this correctly?

We chose this to be representative of community. I have a half finished essay on our pronouns floating around (but as you can tell, we’re all not really into Star Wars anymore) and the section on that is pretty much:

This sense of community is also mirrored in the use of the singular and plural second person pronoun keel. The reason why Dai Bendu has only one word for those two pronouns is highlighting the role a single person plays in a community. As a culture that abhors leaving people without support, and has made it their very mission to improve the galaxy, the idea of a person being alone is absolutely terrible. Their grammar reflects that. Addressing a singular you also always means addressing the plural you, the community they stem from. This is also something the Jedi practice themselves. In Rogue Planet, after Anakin got into trouble, it is not just him that has to attend a disciplinary hearing but Obi-Wan too.

Mace was unrelenting. "I ask again, what was your error?"

“I brought shame upon the order and the Temple," Anakin responded quickly now, his voice high and soft.

"That is hardly precise. Again, your error?"

"To break the laws of the municipality, and. . and..."

“No!" Mace declared, and his smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression, like the dark underside of a cloud heretofore painted by sun. Anakin flinched.

"Obi-Wan, explain to your Padawan his error. It does, after all, arise from the same roots as your own." Mace regarded Obi-Wan with a lifted brow.

Obi-Wan considered this intently for a long moment before answering. Nobody tried to rush him. Inner truth was a perilous journey, even for a Jedi.

"I see it," he said. "We both want certainty."

Anakin stared at his master with a puzzled frown.

"Explain to us all how you have failed your Padawan," Mace said, gently enough, considering the turnabout in the proceedings.

"He and I are far too young for the luxury of certainty," Obi-Wan began. "Our experience is insufficient to earn us even momentary peace. As well, I have been more concerned with his growth than my own, distracted by his obvious flaws, rather than using his mirror to guide me, so that I may in turn guide him."

Your actions and the way you behave reflect upon your entire community as they brought you up and raised.

From Power of the Jedi Sourcebook:

"When a Jedi behaves badly in public, an observer might think, 'If this Jedi is a representative of the whole Order, then plainly no Jedi is worth respect.' On meeting a second Jedi, who behaves better than the first, that same person might think, 'Does this say that half the Jedi are good, and half bad?' On meeting a third Jedi, who behaves as well as the second, the person thinks, 'Was the first Jedi an exception, then?' In this way, only by the good behavior of several Jedi can the public be certain that the poor behavior of one Jedi was unusual. Thus, it takes many Jedi to undo the mistakes of one."

When considering all these passionate notes, it only seemed appropriate to us that the value system for our pronouns is community based to give the Jedi a chance to express how much they love their Order via grammar. Encoding information about social categories into pronouns is also nothing new and can be found in various languages across language families.

So, in that sense, that but of Dai Bendu is rather artificial instead of following a natlang development, but we thought it was neat

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[fionajames]

Favourite sw writer of mine could you please write anything including force ghost Obi-Wan and Anakin I miss them..

Sorrow and Solace.

aww im ur fav? YAY!

OFC YOU CAN!

Im not entirely sure of this is what you want but here you go!

I wrote this as though it were poetry, so read it in that tone.

Anakin watched as Ahsoka swung her lightsaber, eyes closed with focus. She’s been scouring the galaxy for traces of Thrawn but right now, she was training. He watched fondly as she repeated numerous lightsaber techniques. 

“How is she doing?” A voice called and he turned to see Obi-Wan, refusing to meet his brother’s eyes. It felt so wrong to see him with white-haired-features and he loathed looking into the eyes of the brother he killed. He killed Obi-Wan. He’d never forgive himself for that.

“As usual,” Anakin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Still reckless and still searching.”

“And she won’t stop until she does,” Obi-Wan smiled, staring at his former Grand-Padawan. He fondly laughed as he watched, and Anakin turned to him.

“What?” He asked, smiling as the happiness seeked through their bond. Although it was shattered moments later.

“I just realised,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Just before the First Battle of Geonosis, I told you you were going to be the death of me, and look where we are now!” He laughed as though he’d made the funniest joke ever. Anakin wasn’t finding it funny. He shrunk back, shame eating at his insides at the reminder. Obi-Wan turned to him - still laughing - but upon seeing his brother’s shattered expression, he faltered. “What’s wrong?”

“Did you have to bring that up?” Anakin choked out, a tear falling from his eyelashes. Obi-Wan’s heart shattered as he moved to wrap his brother up in a hug, sobs spilling from the boy in despair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispered in response, running a hand through the boy’s brown hair soothingly. “It’s okay. You were manipulated, it wasn’t your fault.”

“I killed you!” He croaked. “I killed you and Padmé and almost killed Ahsoka and my own son and daughter on several occasions! I destroyed the Jedi Order and now the Galaxy are spending decades attempting to rebuild it! I kriffed up! Very badly! I’m a monster!”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan chided softly, continuing to play with his brother’s hair as he wept. “You were manipulated,” he repeated and the brunette sniffled, burying his face in his shoulder. Anakin clung to Obi-Wan like he might disappear, like he was his lifeline, like he was a dying man and Obi-Wan were his last moments of peace and joy. 

“I’m so sorry,” the brunette repeated. He looked up to meet Obi-Wan’s swimming blue eyes with his own teary ones, storms of self-hatred and sorrow. 

The sorrow-eyed boy and his brother with the light.

“We’ve all forgiven you,” the light-eyed man spoke softly, words of velvet, honey and silk. Words of warmth and gentle jubilation, intertwined with comfort and laced in solace. 

“But have I forgiven myself?”

“You must learn to.” The sorrow-eyed boy looked to meet the light, searching for lies that could not be found. “We’ve all learned to for our own mistakes. Now you must too.”

“But the galaxy can not forgive me.”

“Maybe they won’t, but there is no hope for the possibility they will if you can not forgive yourself. That is the first step. The first step to the bigger and better future.”

hope you enjoyed!

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[morganas-pendragons]

There Is Quiet | Commander Fox and Dove

tag: @generic-geek-girl @erishimoon

synopsis: you, the clone's s/o, are privy to watching order 66. three of you will be able to reunite with the man you love in the aftermath.

authors note: I tried really hard to keep this light but uh.. o66 isn't light so sorry in advance LOL

***

It's dark and raining the night that the Jedi die.

You're on your way back from picking up dinner when you hear it. The tell-tale shattering of glass from the windows dozen of stories above you is enough to make you drop the dinner from shock, sprinting into the doorway closest to your left to begin maneuvering through the tunnels that would lead you back to Palpatine's office.

Your dinner remains untouched on the streets of Coruscant.

One of the perks of being the Chancellor's personal assistant was having free reign of the building plans. That just happened to mean you knew every in and out. Every hidden closet. Every secret tunnel.

Your favorite secret tunnel was the one that you and Fox often occupied. On the days where you needed a break from the world, when Fox needed a safe place to cry, when Hound and Thire needed privacy to talk to each other when something difficult happened on patrol. It wasn't Palpatine's tunnel.

It was your tunnel. You and the Guard, your little family. Your little family who you left with promises of dinner to celebrate your new promotion.

"Look, I'll compromise. I will go get dinner to celebrate my victory and you will finish all of your patrol reports by the time I get back," You drawled, grinning as Fox shuddered when you dragged your finger across the curve of his jaw. "And maybe I'll throw something a little extra in there. Just for fun."

"Little Dove.. you make a very tempting offer." Fox murmured. "Ill be waiting with a bottle of brandy and some candles whenever you get back."

Telling him that you loved him had come very naturally. He was hesitant to reciprocate at first, as all clones are, but the idea of loving someone like you had been something he wanted to pursue. If Fox was going to run, he'd run toward you forever.

"I love you."

"I love you too. I'll see you soon."

That's all you'd left him with. An, "I love you", a wink and a kiss.

That was the last time you saw Commander Fox for quite a while.

It's dark and raining when you finally come to the main gate just inside of Palpatine's office. He's not even aware it's there. You, however, are painfully aware of how cold it is in that room and the bodies who occupy it are familiar to you.

Anakin Skywalker. He's supposed to be a hero, and here he is standing frozen as Mace Windu attempted to kill the Chancellor.

Or that's what it looks like, at least.

Your fingers drifted down to the blaster on your hip. Fox had made you learn how to use one - as well as learn hand to hand, because he was not having his Dove be hurt - not long after you had started dating.

Anakin's voice is raw, thick with guilt and shame as he collapses to his knees.

"What have I done?"

And it's not him that draws your attention, but two realizations as Palpatine knights Anakin his Apprentice: Fox is not here, and neither is the rest of the Guard.

You don't know where they are. Where he is.

And that's when you really begin regretting that the very last thing you said to him is, "See you later."

***

The first thing you do upon fleeing Palpatine's office through the tunnel network is call the only Jedi you really know. Ember's comm is nothing but static, which already unsettles you more, so you attempt to reach out to Phantom in hopes she'll respond from Utapau.

She does. The terror in her voice is evident.

"The clones all turned. I don't know why, but Cody is trying to kill me and I have to go-"

"Phantom?" Nothing. "Phantom, respond!"

There's nothing but static that makes your stomach turn as you desperately shake your comm in hopes of a reply. Ember was with Ahsoka, and Phantom had gone with Obi-Wan, which meant two of your best friends were in the middle of the crisis that seemed to currently be plaguing most of the galaxy.

If Cody went after Phantom, then will Fox-

"Oh, Maker," You leaned against the wall to wrap your arm around your stomach. Just thinking about all the what if's in regards to Fox and the rest of the Guard's well beings made you want to wretch all over the floor. "Just let him be safe. I don't ask for much, but please let him be safe."

Your first clue that something is wrong is the contingent of Guard members stationed outside of the Senate room. You know better then to attempt to use the front door, but the sight of Hound and Stone's helmets on the bodies that guard the Senate is enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Those are your boys. Your boys. Not Palpatine or whoever he is now, not the Republic, yours.

They don't sound like the same ones who'd asked for six milkshakes and enough fries to feed a bantha less than two hours before. They're not the same men who used to walk you home in torrential downpours, not the same men who had goaded Fox for so long that he eventually caved and asked you to marry him.

You'd started wearing your rings around your neck after that. It was short, prompt. He promised to give you what you really wanted after the war.

"It's what you deserve." He'd said.

All you can think as you sneak past Stone and Hound is that what you deserve is far less than what these men deserve. You'd give everything you had if it meant these men, your al'iit, finally had peace.

Because peace is the bare minimum of what they deserve.

Fox isn't in the Senate Room either, but the rest of the Guard are. You only barely have time to glimpse the form of an older Jedi Master you recognize but don't know the name of as he tumbles tumbles tumbles and disappears beneath the floors below.

Thire's voice is the one that calls out for orders. They're so... monotone. They sound like droids.

You briefly hear something between Mas Amedda and Palpatine about Order 66. Whatever that is. It must be what has all the clones committing mass genocide against the Jedi.

Your heart aches for Phantom and Ember, but you press on anyway. You have to find Fox.

You have to find Fox.

***

This is how it feels to be CC-1010, Commander of the Coruscant Guard. You are trapped inside the dark confines of your mind with no way out because an order was meant to be carried out: KillthejediKillthejediKilltheJedi

Your better judgement screams at you that this is wrong as you are left chasing a rogue Jedi who couldn't get off world fast enough through the lower levels of Coruscant.

Something reminds you of Dove as your head is thrown back, your jaw bludgeoned by the brass knuckles that come in contact with the skin there. It hurts. It bleeds.

You press on.

The Jedi dies and the body is left to be added to the others that burn on the Temple steps. Skywalker carried out the Emperor's orders. There is nothing left of what used to be of the Jedi Order. It's fallen and forgotten, just like them.

Just like the clones will be too. You know that. You will be forgotten, just another name on the battlefield memorial just outside of the Temple. There's so many there now. Too many names to put faces to.

Something in you believes that, if you find Dove, there stands a chance that you will be remembered. You'd have an impact. A lasting effect on somebody out there in the galaxy.

Dove. Your little Dove.

You need to get back to Dove.

***

One Year Later

The reunion never comes. Two wedding rings are kept close to the other's hearts, a futile hope that one day they will return together for the wedding the other so desperately wants.

Word gets to you through the network. Your network of those who had been with clones both before and after the order, those who were still alive and actively helping the Rebellion.

Including you. You were one of the few who knew him the best, and thus an invaluable asset to the Rebellion. It was just fortunate that Bail Organa and Ahsoka Tano had found you before Palpatine found you were alive and used you for his own personal gain.

Ahsoka was the one who told you what really happened. Order 66 was a kill switch implanted in the inhibitor chips of the clones before they'd been decanted to commit mass genocide against the Jedi. They couldn't help it. They couldn't help it.

All this time you'd spent trying to come to terms with the inevitability of what Fox had done, and he couldn't even help it.

Ahsoka had shed tears with you in the aftermath of her confession. She understood. While she'd been too young to be with anyone, she had a close relationship with Rex. Rex had almost killed her too. Had she not been able to remove his chip, he would've.

That had been the same day she'd told you about Ember. Ember had died with Jesse. He'd held her as they went.

That realization had only made you cry harder.

"At the very least, Dove," Ahsoka murmured gently as she held your face in her hand. "You can honor him and your love for him by doing the very thing he would've done. Fighting for what's right."

You nodded and thanked her with the barest smile you could muster. You just didn't have the strength anymore. Most of it had been taken when you lost Fox.

Gripping the metal of your engagement band with trembling fingers, you nodded and allowed your eyes to close before the tears could fall again.

At this point, you're holding out hope he'll come back to you. It's all that's kept you going at this point.

It's going to have to be enough.

The reunion never comes, and neither does the wedding. It never comes because Commander Fox is dead at the hands of Darth Vader.

And it absolutely destroyed you.

This is how it feels to be Dove, former personal assistant to The Emperor.

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[anxiouspineapple99]

Wahoo!! I was so excited for this event (:< Pairing : Cody x Obi-Wan prompts: "I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you" and "it was inevitable but I regretted it every step of the way" creature: force ghost Obi-Wan here is a little snippet of the fic, but u can read the whole thing over on my ao3 by clicking this link

It was as if time itself had stopped. CC-2224 stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the impossible apparition in front of him. The smile lines on Obi-Wan Kenobi’s face had deepened over the years, a stark contrast to CC-2224’s unchanging face. Once upon a time, he too would have grown old, but the empire had taken many things from him. This had included his ability to die of old age, it seemed. CC-2224 had simply stopped aging, doomed to an eternity of servitude in the Empire.

Hello there, my dear, Obi-Wan’s voice sounded impossibly clear. Despite the blue glow that surrounded him, CC-2224 felt that he could reach out and actually touch the former General. That if he touched him, he would feel the warmth of his skin.

Except Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead. Darth Vader had seen to it himself this time; there would be no room for failure. No room for CC-2224 to kark up and let the traitor go again.

Even then, all those years ago on Utapau, CC-2224 had known that he hadn’t truly killed General Kenobi. He had send a probe droid to check, but they had found no corpse. He had wanted to go down to investigate, search the site for Kenobi’s corpse, but another voice deep inside had stopped him. He had walked away from the planet and had reported that General Kenobi was dead. His programming shouldn’t have allowed such a slip up. He should have told the Emperor that he had carried out the order, but that no confirmation of a body had been found.

That failure, the guilt of not being a good soldier, it had followed CC-2224 wherever he went. It crept up whenever he least expected it. A voice as dark as night gripped him when he slept, whispering that it knew of his failure. The voice whispered that it knew of his treachery. The shame and the fear that dripped down his back hot and wet, it had CC-2224 constantly glancing over his shoulder. Some days CC-2224 was certain that it was written all over his face that he had lied.

The thing in his brain had tried to get CC-2224 to go down to maintenance. To admit that he was faulty. Something else, something much more human than CC-2224 himself could ever be had told him to shut up.

In the end it hadn’t mattered. Obi-Wan Kenobi had refused to hide. When the daughter of imperial senator Bail Organa was taken, Obi-Wan Kenobi rose from the dark. When the news reached Darth Vader, and by extension CC-2224, something had broken deep within him. When they took CC-2224 to maintenance for failing to report he had never truly killed the traitor, they had had to drag him there. He had fought to get free, had bitten off the ear of one of the tech labs. The fighting only worsened the punishment and for his insubordination CC-2224 had one of his limbs taken from him.

Late at night CC-2224 would stare at the ceiling as hot white pain shot through where his arm had once been. Now, in its place, there was a shiny black prosthetic; a robotic arm that did not register pain signals. CC-2224 still felt the pain anyway.

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[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

all things cyclical

Summary:

Obi-Wan Kenobi spends his life dealing with visions that he never remembers. Or he thinks he did. During the first months of the war, Obi-Wan is instead diagnosed with narcolepsy and his entire life changes.

Word Count: 2,709

Chapter: 1/10

Obi-Wan shook the bottle again, starting at the single remaining pill sealed behind the orange plastoid. It had been days since he had taken one, saving the last remaining capsule for when he really needed it.

Blast– he had meant to get a new prescription the last time he was on Coruscant. Sure, Vokara Che would happily send them out to the Negotiator, but Obi-Wan hated to put her out like that, not when he could easily retrieve them himself. Nevermind the fact that to ship the pills to the Negotiator would take weeks, at best. 

Problem was, Coruscant was out of his way, and would be for some time. So what was the point anyway? 

There was only one pill left. 

Which meant…

Obi-Wan sighed, letting the list of symptoms and obstacles and embarrassments come back to him. The time before the pills had been unpleasant, if only for the times he had to deliver a small white slip of papers to his teachers, only to see their displeasure at having to accommodate him. 

“How can he be a Jedi if he can’t function in the classroom?” How many times had he heard those words whispered between his elders, the ones who were supposedly responsible to guide him in the ways of the Force and the ways to be a peacekeeper?

Somehow, despite him growing closer to middle age with each passing day, it still made his stomach twist with shame.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, noticing the way his skin was pale and cheeks had hollowed slightly since the war had begun. While they were only a few months in, he had already lost track of himself in the midst of it. Eating, sleeping, meditating. All of it had gone to the wayside, an afterthought to the ever-present need to be a General, and a leader.

His hand shook slightly, against his will, as he set the pill container back in the small cupboard. 

What was a few weeks without them? Surely the medicine would continue to have an effect for a few days after he stopped taking them. That’s what Obi-Wan hoped as he slipped on his tunic, and brushed his growing hair back neatly. He had no choice but to be fine, at least until there was a momentary break in the War long enough for him to return to Coruscant. 

With that, he left his quarters, lightsaber at his hip, and a prayer to the Force left in his wake.

  “What we’re looking at here is the potential for an incursion–” The words felt like bricks stacking in his mind, filling his thoughts but meaning nothing. Not when he felt so…

Tired. Obi-Wan was tired– exhausted to the point of confusion, apparently. Every word spoken by Mace was a burden to interpret, fading into useless syllables inside the cotton-lined outline of his head. 

Focus, he commanded himself. But it was a lost cause when he felt like this, like he could sleep for a hundred hours standing up.

“What are your thoughts, Kenobi?” There was Mace’s voice again, as unwelcome as it was to Obi-Wan’s current state, there was no avoiding it. This time it wanted him. 

Come on, Obi-Wan, pull yourself together. You can sleep in just a few minutes.

Obi-Wan looked up to first find Mace’s imploring face, as serious as always. His gaze then drifted to Cody, who stood diligently off to the side of Mace, seemingly composed in his posture. Upon a closer look, he appeared to be concerned. He was always so hardened and solemn, but never like this. Obi-Wan had never seen his eyes so soft, and his lips downturned into something like a sincere frown.

“Oh–” Obi-Wan’s voice started before his mind could prepare. How was he to finish the sentence now? 

Think. Think. Think.

But thinking wouldn’t exactly fix the situation, no amount of it would replace his pills he’d now not taken since three days ago. The pills that kept him sane, alert, and most importantly, upright.

“Uh– Sir? Everything alright?” Obi-Wan went to look at Cody, but everything was dark– he had just noticed; his eyes must have closed. Not good. Bad, actually.

Then he was falling, air cascading around him as he drifted downward, movement unbearably slow before his knees crashed into the metal floor hard. Pain exploded through his knees, but there was nothing he could do to resolve it. No one part of his body cooperated with his orders to stay standing. 

For a moment, things were dark, and the noise around him cut out for half a second.

Then just as suddenly, his eyes were open, and the pain in his knees had faded into something like a dull throb. The conglomerate of voices around him broke apart into separate distinguishable tones. 

“For fuck’s sake– someone get Skull on the line. Now!”

Obi-Wan wanted to tell them no, tell them to leave the medic alone, but the words didn’t come to him in time.

While Obi-Wan would have expected Mace to be the one crouched down in front of him– he was aware of Obi-Wan’s condition after all– but instead, Cody’s face hovered in his field of vision, expression on his face no different than it had been minutes earlier.

“Sir! Is everything alright? What happened?” He was frantic, words breathless and the wrinkles across his forehead so distinct. 

“I’m al– I am alright.” He said, words almost catching in his throat. Obi-Wan worked up a smile that probably fell flat, but it was the best he could muster. 

Without hesitation, he crawled to his feet, already annoyed with the ache in his knees. They were surely bruised, but significantly less painful than the prior injury he had sustained on Zigoola; no pain could live so freely in his mind like that pain.

“Banthashit– you just– you passed out.” Cody’s hand was on his arm, pulling him toward a chair that hadn’t been there before, forcing him to sit below the intrigued glances of the surrounding clones and Mace’s hardened gaze. Disappointment and intrigue mixed together, probably, but something Obi-Wan could only let bother him once he was finally back in his quarters when he had time to loathe himself. 

“It wasn’t– I didn’t pass out, Cody.” Obi-Wan answered, trying to catch his gaze. He felt it was true– it wasn’t more than a second he had been unconscious, and that was barely enough to qualify as fainting.

Cody looked at him, unmoving. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but hedged his bets on his Commander being offended. Perhaps even angry. Cody crouched to his level.

“Then what in the hells just happened?” Cody asked in a harsh whisper. Sobriety swept across his face, highlighting the concerned indents that formed around his mouth. 

Obi-Wan hated it, the distress. Of all people, he did not want Cody to worry. 

“It’s– not quite so easy to explain. I don’t fully know myself.” He let the words hang in the air, not bothering to launch into an explanation detailing his numerous mostly unexplained sleep issues. His tumultuous relationship with sleep had been blamed on the Force for as many years as he could recall. Vokara Che had once thought them to be some type of undocumented vision, a type not even Obi-Wan could remember when he had regained his consciousness, but she had since changed her mind, still unsure of what to call Obi-Wan’s issues.

Frankly, Obi-Wan thought it was better that way– he had medication that worked more than half of the time, and the war wasn’t conducive to normal sleep patterns as it was. Not to mention, if he had no formal diagnosis, he could prevent the waves of pity his contemporaries would throw at him. 

Force, he hated pity. It was condescending. 

“You don’t know?” Cody asked, clearly unconvinced that Obi-Wan was telling the truth. 

“Not– not precisely.” Obi-Wan answered, but didn’t want to continue, not now. He was already tried again, his limbs beginning to feel too heavy, like magnets pulling him toward the ground. 

“Care to explain, Sir?” Cody’s question, however, became the least of Obi-Wan’s concern when a figure loomed over the Commander’s shoulder. 

Skull. Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not, but at the very least, Skull would keep Cody from berating him with more questions. Skull would ask them, but he never pried more than he needed to. 

“Cody, he can answer that later. Everyone– get out, give the man some space to breathe.” The surrounding clones and thankfully, Windu, trailed out the room. While Cody hesitated, watching him for a moment, Skull nodded at him which sent him out of the room behind the others.

  Stim’s comlink never stopped blinking at him, he would swear. Night and day alike, unless he turned it off, it kept going, incessantly informing him of all the pain and suffering that required his help. 

Really, it was his fault; he had chosen to be a medic, and no one had manipulated him into it, but sometimes it weighed on him. 

He sighed, staring at the blurry text comm before forcing his eyes to focus on the message.

General passed out. Left wing– briefing room.

Skull blinked at his screen. What the fuck?

He had only known the General for a few months, but it had been long enough to realize that the Jedi, or more likely this one specific Jedi, were absolute shit at taking care of themselves. General Kenobi had a particular tendency to ignore self-care, opting to burn himself out completely before he considered the positive effects of sleep or eating a nutritious meal. 

Skull plucked a few small containers of fruit juice and a ration bar from his stash at he desk and sighed loudly enough for Oxy to hear him where the other medic stood searching through his own desk for something. 

“What now?” Oxy asked, looking up.

“The General– again.” Because it had become something of a regularity for Skull to be called to the scene when Kenobi was involved.

“Are you surprised, Skully? What did he do to himself this time?” Oxy shook his head– like Skull, he had his own experience dealing with the General’s preventable health scares. Only a week earlier, Oxy had practically been in tears over a head wound that just wouldn’t stop bleeding. Come to find out, the General had been pulling at the stitches after he accidentally took an extra dose of painkillers. 

Skull was starting to think Kenobi needed a minder.

“He fainted, Cody didn’t say anything about injuries. I’m thinking low blood sugar.” Skull shrugged and sighed as he started down the maze of hallways.

As he approached the door of the briefing room, he noted the crowd of clones and Jedi alike, all in circle around the General. Kenobi sat in a chair under Cody’s scrutiny, head tipped downward and hands just slightly trembling. 

Almost unnoticed, Skull slipped between his brothers and approached Cody from behind. Getting closer to the General revealed his wide eyes and hunched shoulders. He looked– well, he looked bad. Drained. 

Cody asked the General something, but it came out more like an accusation than anything, and Skull cleared his throat. The General didn’t need a flood of questions and room of prying eyes. 

“Cody, he can answer that later. Everyone– get out, give the man some space to breathe.” Skull ordered. Everyone followed his order, save for Cody who spent an extra few seconds glancing at the General, something like worry hidden in his eyes. Skull knew that look– he had seen it too many times to count.

Once Cody had followed the others out of the room, Skull dropped his bag to the floor, already fishing out the ration bar and juice box he had packed away. “I was informed you passed out?” Skull said, waiting for the General to protest. He always did.

“Not– well, not exactly.” Kenobi was sheepish, cheeks slightly reddened. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, tugging at his sleeves with the tips of his fingers.

“Did you lose consciousness?” Skull asked, poking the top of the juice box with the straw.

“Erm– for only a second, I–” Kenobi’s protest was weaker than usual, masked by something like anxiety. 

“You fainted then, Sir. Any dizziness? Chest pain?” He asked, knowing the answer would be no. It seemed cut-and-dry, it was almost certainly related to a lack of self-care. Too little sleep, not enough to eat, dehydration. 

All three applied to the General at any given time. 

“No.” Kenobi answered simply. His hand trembled as Skull placed the juice box in his fingers. Obi-Wan drank, albeit hesitantly, but Skull was happy to get a few calories in him.

“Have you been eating all three meals? Drinking enough water?” Kenobi grumbled as soon as Skull finished, confirming what the medic already knew.

“No– I suppose not. But I believe… those things are unrelated.”

That made Skull pause from where he had reached for his stethoscope. He turned around, eyes catching with the General’s blue ones. The man in question swallowed and looked away after a brief second. 

“Unrelated?” Skull asked, not masking his irritation. “Is there something I’m missing here, Sir?” 

Absolutely, there was absolutely something he was missing. 

“It’s– it is possible this is related to the Force– a vision.” Kenobi seemed less confident than Skull had imagined, and the idea of the Force being related seemed like a stretch. Sure, Jedi were different from most other natborns, but they were not immune to normal dysfunctions of the body. The Force couldn’t be an excuse for all irregularities. 

“...do you– are you having visions while unconscious?” Skull asked, wondering if his course he had taken on the Jedi had incorrectly identified what visions would look like. They had never been described as brief moments of lost consciousness. 

“Not that I can remember. Vokara Che thinks it’s possible I just… forget them.” The General seemed too casual about this assumption, and frankly, about the whole kriffing situation. 

“Have you passed out before while having one?” Kenobi’s statement had implied there had been many times before. This wasn’t an isolated incident. 

Skull’s heart rate sped up against his will, skyrocketing with every second.

“A number of times– like I said, it could be visions.” Skull hardly wanted to believe it, honestly, didn’t believe it. 

“Sir, if you can’t remember the visions, I’m hesitant to believe that’s what’s happening.” Skull said, hoping the General wouldn’t be so quick to dismiss him. “Here.” He handed Kenobi the ration bar, watching as the man took it, but kept it in his lap rather than eating it. “Eat.” He said, nodding. Kenobi did, after offering an unamused frown to Skull.

“What do you suggest might be the problem then, Skull?” Kenobi said after taking a tiny bite of the ration bar.

“I suggest you come by the medbay for an exam, and possibly some tests.” Skull answered. As much as Kenobi would hate the idea, it was the only way Skull would be able to accurately assess his symptoms.

“Oh– well, I’ll see if I can fit that in.” Skull didn’t believe that for one second. The General had evaded his initial medical assessment up until this point, always excusing himself from the appointments because he was needed elsewhere.

“Sir, it’s not– It’s not an option. I’ll ask Cody to schedule it, if that would be easier.” Skull watched Kenobi’s eyes grow wide and he shook his head. The General stood, cheeks dusted with pink, and pursed his lips.

“That will not be necessary– I will comm you.” Kenobi smiled with his mouth, but it didn’t quite make it to his eyes. 

“Please do.” Skull said, then pressed a gentle hand on Kenobi’s shoulder. “If you feel like you’re going to pass out again, please comm me.”

With that, Kenobi brought himself swiftly out the door, leaving Skull with a growing amount of questions. If anything, Skull felt less comfortable than he did before he had come to help the General. 

The unease prickled through his veins as he turned to make his way back to the medbay. 

Now, to research.

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Worth More {Obi-Wan Kenobi}

Plot: You're insecure about your weight and body and it's Obi-Wan who steps into reassure you.

Character: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Plus Size Reader

Requested by @agent-catfish-kenobi

Your hands furiously tug at the clothes desperately trying to stretch it out to make it a little bit looser. Frustration bubbles up inside you as you release the fabric and stare at your reflection in the mirror. With an audible groan, you throw your hands up. You've managed to stretch the top but unsuccessfully, it's still clinging too much around your stomach and your sides. You want them better hidden, you want those 'unappealing' lumps and bumps to be smoothed out but your clothes apparently didn't get the memo. You're fat, it's not a secret everyone can see it but you just don't want to showcase those parts of you; you don't want to give people a reason to stare or ridicule you.

Tears burn at your eyes and you so desperately want to dissolve into tears for the more you stare at yourself in the mirror, the more flaws you notice. Your hands begin to grab and touch at your face, squishing your double chin between your fingers, then your cheeks, then your arms-

"Is everything alright?"

You were so busy you didn't even hear him come into the room. It's Obi-Wan, your doting partner, who now stands in the doorway wearing a concerned frown, "I came to check on you as we need to leave soon." Part of you knows that you're being silly, that really you look fine but the insecurities stamp that part out and before you know it you're sobbing.

Obi-Wan moves to you quickly, bundling you up in his arms, whispering words of comfort to you. He doesn't know what's wrong yet but he'll let you calm down before he asks you. It takes a minute for you to calm down, "I'm not going," you grumble into his chest, "Go without me."

He pulls you to an arm's length away, "Tell me what's wrong, love."

Your hands fidget as your words fumble. You almost feel stupid telling him why you're so upset, you don't know why you feel ashamed but the shame burns strongly in your stomach, boiling upwards to the point you can feel it rising in your throat.

"I-I wanted to wear this," you gesture to the outfit you're wearing, "but it looks hideous on me."

"Come now, love," he soothes, his hand juts out to rub your arm and you instinctively pull away, "(y/n)?"

"I just- I hate the way I look." The shame burns so strongly that you cannot bear to look at him in the eyes, instead you stare at your fidgeting hands, "I hate my body."

He releases a soft breath, "Oh, love, come here." Once more, he's pulling you into your arms, "If you feel comfortable, would you mind telling me what you do not like?"

"Everything," you laugh bitterly, "I hate my stomach and the way it sticks out. I hate my waist and the rolls on my sides. I hate my arms, they make me look even bigger. My face- My face is just all fat and-"

He cuts you off, "Why do you worry about such matters?" He's doing what Obi-Wan does best; he's assessing the situation, learning as much as he can before he can accurately help. He needs to know what you're feeling and why you're feeling it before he can comfort you properly.

It takes a lot of mental strength for you to be able to tell him, "I worry about what people might think of me if they see my stomach or my thighs. I-I know I'm not thin and slender, everyone knows, but I worry about what they could potentially do or say if they saw me like that. Even though my body is covered, it wouldn't be hidden." You pull away from him, "I worry that maybe you would think me unlovable or ugly-"

He's not usually one to interrupt, usually he hangs onto your every word but he needs to cut you off, "No." His voice is strong as he pulls you back again to place a gentle hand on your cheek, "Your body is beautiful as are you. Despite that, your beauty is not based upon what you look like on the outside; what's on the inside counts too." You need more so he continues, "You are not worth any less just because you have a stomach and wobbly thighs. You are worth so much, (y/n), and I mean that with absolutely every ounce of myself."

"But I feel so hideous-"

"I know that's how you feel right now, love, but I assure you that's your insecurities taking over; that's the worries taking over the sane part of your brain," you manage a small smile, "I promise you that no one will judge you or say anything about your stomach and if they do then they'll meet my wrath. I will never let anyone treat you any different because of how you look."

"You promise?"

"I swear to you, (y/n). You are worth so much more than what you think you are. You are kind, caring; you are so selfless, you do so much for other people and expect nothing in return... The goodness pours out of you. You have the most gorgeous eyes, pretty smile, beautiful stomach, delightful arms, splendid thighs, stunning sides; you are beautiful and I will spend every single day of our lives telling you this until you believe it." He presses a kiss to your hand, so gentle and sweet, "You are my everything. Your weight does not define your worth or your beauty. I assure you that you look perfect in that outfit and I would love to see you wear it however I know that you might still have those worries even despite what I say so if you wish to change outfit, I will support you either way."

You have tears in your eyes but not because you're sad but because of how sweet Obi's words were. You throw your arms around him, "Oh, Obi." You weren't sure if you'd wear the outfit tonight, you didn't know if you were quite ready yet but Obi's words took such pressure off of your mind, clearing up lots of space as he banished those worries.

"I hate that your worries plague you so," he whispers into the crook of your neck, "I promise that I will do more to make you realise how perfect you are."

"You're doing it," you say, voice muffled by the fabric of his robes, "you're doing more than enough right now. Thank you, Obi."

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[iidigestive-readerii]

The Good Jedi: Part Four

Satine: Two transmissions came in to the Mandalorian embassy. Call the Council and whoever necessary. They’ll want to see this.

There were many things Mace enjoyed about being Master of the Order, but being at the beck and call of Republic politicians was not one of them. Except this politician was technically not even a part of the Republic. Or should be alive for that matter.

But he called a meeting for two hours later, staying in one of the seats and reviewing flimsiwork from the last campaign that had been completed by his system army. It was a tedious task, and he was relieved when the members started to file in. 

Quiet chatter started to fill the room, familiar voices overlapping each other. Mace glanced at the time and rose, beginning to stack his materials. He gave a nod when he saw Obi-Wan and Duchess Satine walk in, about to say something when he froze.

The room quieted, everyone staring at the addition. 

“Evening Mace.”

“...Ahsoka.” Mace bowed his head quickly, feeling red hot shame creep up his neck. He thanked the Force that Anakin hadn’t shown up yet. “Dare I ask?”

Satine sighed, walking to the projector table while she spoke, ignoring the surprised faces. “If we’re going to war - and the odds of that occurring are high,” she sighed while putting the chips into the projector. “I need an aide-de-camp, and it doesn’t make sense to have a Jedi General as one if he has a larger war to fight.”

“And a Jedi padawan is somehow better?” Mace asked with the raise of his brow, aware of the scowls shot his way. “Former padawan.”

“I don’t know about you, but having the Jedi that - “

“‘Snips?!” Anakin stood at the entryway, frozen, the light of the hallway on his back. Padme and Aayla were behind him, both of them staring at young woman. It was not a situation anyone anticipated a week ago, but here they were. Looking between everyone, Anakin frowned and stepped down a few. “What - Obi-Wan - what - “

Rolling her eyes, Aayla pushed her friends away and hopped down the steps. She wasted no time, gathering Ahsoka in her arms. The younger woman melted in a way that she hadn’t yet, tears falling down her cheeks. 

Mace watched the scene, the two woman whispering, the quick glare shot at the Chosen One, the reunion taking place. Though he’d been hesitant once upon a time about allowing Aayla into the Order at the ripe age of six years old, and then being the padawan of Quinlan Vos… but in his opinion, Aayla was everything that Anakin wasn’t. Powerful in all the ways her friend wasn’t, holding all the ideals of the Jedi code close and so good at negotiation without sacrificing her virtues. She was good at all of it while maintaining so many loving relationships - platonic, romantic… everything. 

If he had his way, Aayla would be the next Master of the Order. He desperately hoped so.

Yoda cleared his throat, the attention of the room shifting to him. He forced a smile. “Heartwarming this reunion is, but move forward, we need too. Duchess?”

“...right.” Satine sighed heavily, her finger hovering over the play button. “The Mandalorian embassy received two transmissions this morning. One from my sister Bo-Katan, to the system… and one from Death Watch.”

Bo-Katan shimmered into existence, covered in armor, on a podium, surrounded by her people, somewhere in the mines on one of the moons and planets of Mandalore. Exhausted, fiery…

“Mandalorians! I stand before you not as Death Watch… but as your princess. As my sister’s advocate…and I know you all don’t care for me… but we love our Duchess - you love our Duchess - and they have our prince… and that is unacceptable!” 

“They’re fine if you’re captured but they draw the line at Korkie?” Anakin muttered while the Mandalorians cheered and hollered. 

“We love our children,” Satine whispered. She didn’t resist as Obi-Wan tugged her closer, wrapping his arms around her middle. The gesture was so intimate, so…

…oh. 

“He’s your son.” Mace wasn’t surprised as they both nodded, and turned back to the Holo. 

“We are Mandalorians! We do not cower when outsiders mess with us! And Pre has messed with the wrong clan! We have tasted peace - and no more fighting!” There was more cheering, and Bo shouting in victory alongside everyone.

She froze, the video stopping. 

Had he known what would have occurred that morning, Mace would have stayed in bed. He had a headache already, watching the video play in the classroom turned war room and and rubbing at his temples. 

“...not good, this is.” Yoda leaned heavily against cane, shaking his head. 

“It gets worse,” Satine muttered as the first Holo shimmered away and the second appeared. It was Maul and Visla… and Korkie in the background, bound on the steps of the throne. Beaten, bruised, staring levelly into the camera. A small smile on his face like he had a plan up his sleeve.

“Goddesses…” Padme whispered. 

Pre smiled at the camera, looking at his partner briefly. 

Maul stepped back, igniting the Dark Saber and putting it by Korkie’s neck. 

“The Dark Saber? That’s been lost for centuries…” Mace whispered.

“...Duchess. I’m sure this needs no discussion.” Pre smiled. “I have something you want. One hundred million - “

“Surely I’m worth more than that.” Korkie scoffed, barely reacting as Maul turned the saber around and jabbed the hilt into his temple. He went sprawling, fingers loosening and moving as he struggled to regain his balance.

“One hundred million credits Duchess - your bastard for the throne… and your life.”

Maul stepped forward, stabbing the saber through Korkie’s leg and smiling at the hisses of pain. He twisted the blade around before removing it, pointing it again at Korkie. “Tick tock Kenobi… my patience is wearing thin.” 

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I'm thrilled to have this chapter finally written! it took forever to drag out of my brain, lol. I'll add the Ao3 and Tumblr chapter links some other time - enjoy! Let me know what you think!

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[mrs-chekov]

Interesting that Dooku’s departure from the Jedi Order got retconned in Tales of the Jedi… Here, the events of Phantom Menace and Qui-Gon Jinn’s death are the critical point that cements Dooku’s fate with the dark side. He is still in the order at this point in the new show. Political corruption of the Republic is the starting point still, but Qui-Gon Jinn’s death is the final straw.

Yet in previous canon Dooku had already walked away to from the Order and moved off of Coruscant (without blowing his cover as Sith) while Qui-Gon Jinn was alive. The crux of the book Padawan hinges upon Obi-Wan’s fear that Qui-Gon Jinn will abandon him and leave the Jedi Order, following in the footsteps of Dooku. So Qui-Gon Jinn is very much alive and well and has nothing to do with Dooku’s fall.

In timeline order, this canon book falls after Dooku: Jedi Lost and prior to another Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan adventure Master and Apprentice. It’s a shame Filoni felt the need to change Dooku’s motivations when he is such an interesting character in his own right.

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[whump-adjacent]

Rando Obikin birth🚿

Squick warning: omegaverse birth~

Obi-Wan followed the healer into the birthing wing, his nerves making it impossible to keep a normal distance behind her.

Anakin's aching force signature told Obi-Wan they were nearing his room, and as it grew stronger so too did the sound of desperate, hoarse moans coming from up ahead. No point asking whose they were, Obi-Wan scowled at himself. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, it felt deeply unnerving to know his mate was in so much pain, but even worse to know he hadn't been there supporting him for so much of it.

The healer finally turned towards a door. 

"This is his suite" she stuttered slightly as Obi-Wan almost stepped on her toes with impatience.

Entering cautiously, she made herself known to the other healers, who clocked Obi-Wan and quickly gestured him over. The room was dimly lit and heavily scented, and it took him a moment to realise the scent was coming from Anakin. His omega birth scent was sweet and comforting - like the aroma of food at a family gathering, or warm breakfast when it's still dark outside. Obi-Wan knew it was normal for omegas to scent just before giving birth in order to create a welcoming space for their child, but he realised with shame that Anakin's body must have gone into overdrive in the absence of his mate.

Upon entry, he had assumed Anakin would be on the bed. But now he realised the bed was empty, although it showed signs of recent activity; the sheets were messily pulled back and there were pillows strewn across the mattress.

The healer who'd beckoned him over lead him on to what must have been the fresher room, which he now saw was the hub of activity. Another low, animal-like moan sounded from ahead and spurred him forward, the healers quickly making space for him in the smaller room. 

At last he saw Anakin, appearing in a state more vulnerable than he ever thought he’d see him - his fearless, powerful, war-hero mate. It took his breath away. Anakin was standing in the shower, leaning heavily against the wall, completely naked as warm water ran down his back. He launched into another desperate groan and arched his neck back as though trying to escape his body. Obi-Wan glimpsed the pure exhaustion on his face and his chest tightened further with guilt. 

"Good, very good Anakin" said one of the closest healers, who was pressing both hands against Anakin's lower back the same way you might hold shut a bursting door. Then she continued with pointed cheeriness "Anakin - your mate is here".

Anakin must have been so engulfed in the pain that he hadn't even registered Obi-Wan's force signature. His head snapped around instantly at the mention of his mate.

When their eyes locked, Obi-Wan, much to his embarrassment, could only manage a pathetic "Anakin!". Anakin, understandably, couldn’t manage much more himself, and replied with a choked "Obi-Wan!" 

Obi-Wan lurched forward without a second thought and caught Anakin as he fell into Obi-Wan with a feverish hug. Anakin’s breath was coming in gasps and Obi-Wan realised he was crying - he burnt with shame yet again. 

"I'm so sorry Anakin" he repeated, running a hand through his damp hair. He tilted Anakin’s face towards him to plant gentle kisses along his cheek and forehead, then jumped as Anakin kissed him needily on the mouth. 

“I'm so glad you’re here” Anakin gasped, drinking in Obi-Wan’s face as tears crept down his own. 

“I’m not going anywhere, dear heart” said Obi-Wan, “you’ve done so well so far, I knew you would be a natural at this.”

Anakin scoffed weakly. 

“Natural? I told all the healers to kriff off and tried to escape when they weren’t looking.”

“Why in force’s name would you do that?”

Anakin’s exhausted features crinkled into a grin. 

“Well they gave me this oxygen gas, which made me kind of high, then I decided I didn’t want to give birth afterall and tried to leave.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t pretend he wasn’t surprised. He planted another kiss on Anakin’s shimmering lips.

“Well you were always headstrong, my dear.”

#a/b/o #obikin #squick tag: a/b/o #birth #omegaverse #alfa!obiwan #omega!anakin #pregnant anakin #omega birth #I don't write #I know this is just dribble #just I'm a sucker for very specific angsty omegaverse birth #it's technically squick but in my heads it's totally not #guilty pleasure #my prompts

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Asphodel | ch 19

[Excerpt:]

Anakin lowered his head and the anger in him seemed to have dissipated, replaced with a genuine sadness. The young man looked broken, confused, and hollow. His usual bravado and boldness was replaced with insecurity and hesitation.

Obi-Wan took a few steps in his former padawan’s direction as he said quietly, “I’m sorry for the hurt that I caused you, but Anakin, I would implore you to consider the burdens that are upon my shoul-”

There was a scoff and then a remark under Anakin’s breath as he interrupted to muse sarcastically, “Burdens? What kind of burdens could the perfect Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi have?”

A heavy sigh washed over Obi-Wan as he appeared defeated in the moment. He took a deep breath and then blurted out passionately, “Only the ones caused by you and your padawan spreading gossip in the Temple that I have a son in Mandalore! Perhaps those burdens. Have you no shame? While I’m undercover, Satine’s nephew’s privacy is being violated as the Council looks into his parentage because your padawan lacked the discretion to keep her mouth shut!”

Anakin swallowed hard and closed his eyes in a moment of recognition. He had become so consumed with his thoughts about Obi-Wan’s death being a farce that he had purposely avoided handling the mess that was unfolding in the background. The rumors had seemed harmless at first, but his and Ahsoka’s careless jokes about Korkie Kryze’s parentage had spiraled out of their control.

“Do you know what kind of wrath I will face from Satine when she learns that not only am I alive, but that Korkie has been a topic of discussion in Coruscant?” Obi-Wan hollered, the veins in his neck throbbing as he spoke. “You have no idea what you’ve done! And yet, you come here and you accuse me of imaginary betrayals that exist only in your mind!”

“Obi-Wan, I didn’t realize,” Anakin muttered, hoping to downplay the impact of his and Ahsoka’s indiscretion.

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Chapter 19 is up.

*singing Alice in Chains quietly to herself as she posts*

#asphodel #obitine #obi-wan x satine #fanfic