#surprisingly messy Obi-Wan

[ineffable-snowman]

WIP Wednesday:

modern AU divorced Obikin (getting back together eventually. but not yet.) This is the beginning of the fic I'm currently working on.

They did not have a messy divorce. They had a messy breakup but the actual divorce – the legal act – was a surprisingly civil affair. After everything which had happened it was weirdly anticlimactic. Maybe because Obi-Wan looked so tired with the dark circles under his eyes, and his neatly pressed suit seemed too loose on his body, like he had not eaten enough for weeks. Maybe because Obi-Wan agreed to all of Anakin’s demands, and that in turn made Anakin stop putting forward more and more outlandish requests, because he was not in it for the money. He did not need any spousal support from Obi-Wan, thank you very much, he was an adult and could get by on his own. So they went with everything the lawyer suggested, no more fights, even though Anakin was itching to pick a fight every time they met with the lawyer, anything to get some emotion out of Obi-Wan. To think that Obi-Wan had given up on them, on Anakin, still hurt but was not much of a surprise. But that Anakin was not even worth Obi-Wan’s anger anymore was worse.

There had been too many meetings like this (partly due to the fact that they had not thought they needed a prenuptial agreement, which made everything more complicated now): they had to listen to legal instructions, sign countless documents, exchange a few stilted words – never more than necessary: Obi-Wan in a low voice and without looking at Anakin whereas Anakin was boiling inside with rage.

And now, the final act. They had been waiting in the bare corridor for ten endlessly long minutes. Anakin was playing a stupid game on his phone to somehow pass the time and to give his restless hands something to do. It was not on mute: a final fuck you to Obi-Wan, along with the crumpled t-shirt and torn jeans he had carefully chosen to wear today. Two could play this game. Anakin would show him that he did not care either: that this day did not warrant a suit.

“Thank you for not pressing charges.”

Anakin jumped. Obi-Wan’s voice was quiet but he could as well have shouted. For a moment, Anakin completely forgot about his game. His heart was beating in his throat.

“I didn’t do it for you. I just told them the truth.”

Obi-Wan nodded, still without meeting Anakin’s eyes. “Still… It would have been easy.”

How could he! “Thank you for implying I’m such an asshole,” Anakin snapped. Obi-Wan shrugged and turned away – and said nothing else. Anakin wanted to grab him, shake him, shout at him, anything to get a reaction out of him. He was breathing heavily, trying to control himself.

“Mr. Kenobi, Mr. Skywalker.” The lawyer opened her door. “Please come in.”

From then on, every moment seemed to happen in slow-motion, every detail burning itself into Anakin’s mind. The lawyer explained the proceedings again, asked them once more if they still wanted to finalise the divorce (they both answered ‘yes’ in a cruel mockery of their wedding vows) and then it was time to sign the last document. Obi-Wan was first. He grabbed the pen and, without any hesitation, signed his name on the last page. Anakin almost gasped. Obi-Wan was still wearing his wedding ring. What the fuck? Why would he wear his wedding ring while signing the divorce papers? Anakin had not worn his for months, had viciously shoved it into the very back of his drawer to never see it again. Secretly he had always waited for Obi-Wan to show up, for one more fight, so Anakin could throw the ring at his feet in a dramatic gesture.

Now, Anakin reached for the pen (which Obi-Wan did not even hand to him, just placed it on the table between them) and, with a shaking hand, scribbled his name next to Obi-Wan’s. One last time: the names ‘Kenobi’ and ‘Skywalker’ next to each other.

“Alright then,” the lawyer said. “It’s done.”

Obi-Wan pulled the ring from his finger to give it to her. She chuckled.

“Oh, no, I don’t take the rings. I mean, it would be a nice extra income if all my clients gave me their wedding rings but I’m afraid I’m not allowed to accept them.”

“Then what do I do with it?” Obi-Wan asked, the frown between his brows deepening. Anakin had once thought it charming. Now he had seen it too often as a sign of frustration or criticism.

“That is entirely up to you,” the lawyer said. “The ring still belongs to you. In the end, it is nothing but a symbol, not legally binding.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan stared at the ring, clearly at a loss as to what to do with it. Then, slowly, he put it into the pocket of his suit.

Anakin could not endure it anymore. He stood up abruptly and left the room, hurried through the corridor and outside, where he could finally breathe again in the crisp autumn air. What came out of his mouth was a stifled sob. He pressed a hand against his mouth and staggered towards a bench where he sank down.

Then the tears started to flow. Bitter, hopeless tears. He could do nothing to stop them. They – he had thought Obi-Wan was the love of his life, they had promised each other forever, and now he was alone again, and it was worse than before because now he had lost: he had lost Obi-Wan, his belief in love and all hope.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a single person leaving the building: Obi-Wan. Anakin did not try anymore to put up a façade: no anger, no pretend casualness. Let Obi-Wan see him like this. He had nothing left to loose.

For a short moment, their eyes met. Obi-Wan stopped, and for one crazy moment Anakin thought Obi-Wan would come to him, sweep him up in his arms, they would cry and apologise and kiss love declarations into tearstained skin and would try again because in the end love always won, didn’t it?

But Obi-Wan did not cry. His face was set in stone. The moment passed. He averted his gaze, turned his back on Anakin and walked away.

#wip wednesday #obikin #modern au

[galacticwildfire]

found.

Twenty Four

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings: TW for torture, severe ptsd, mention of past miscarriage, brief discussion of abortion. No fluff, only angst. Boba time. Missiles. Head injuries, burns, near death

Word Count: 7.4k

A/N: it gets worse before it gets better but I made a new moodboard

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Time itself comes to a standstill as we look upon one another but despite the years, despite going to Tatooine to hunt him down... nothing could have prepared me for this.

"You know why I have come," he tells me, his voice the only thing about him I recognise.

"You should be dead," I say, hand wrapped around the hilt of my saber.

"I should be after you left me for dead," he replies and I feel it, the anger, the betrayal that he should have seen coming. "But you never could do it could you?"

"Neither could you," I remind him, and despite every piece of reason in my head screaming otherwise, I feel safe in that security that he could never bring himself to ever truly hurt me, he just stood by as others did. "You don't scare me Boba."

Something in him almost softens, but only for a moment. "It is not fear I want to provoke, not anymore."

His words catch me off guard and leave me almost confused by the change of heart I feel in him, but I ignore it for the sake of self preservation.

"You look older," he says, as if we were meeting under normal circumstances.

"You look like shit," I tell him, trying to bite back the true horror at what I did to him.

"Getting struck down and devoured by a sarlaac does that," he says and gets to business as if we're negotiating in a messy divorce but there is little else that could be used to describe Boba and I. "I want my armour back."

"I want lots of things back, things you took from me," I tell him, Din emerging from cover with his blaster drawn since negotiations have been established. "But life isn't fair, is it?"

I eye the carved wooden weapons he has at his back, weapons I recognise as belonging to the sand people of Tatooine but it is surprisingly not violence he negotiates with.

"I have brought you a peace offering."

"A peace offering?" I repeat and actually laugh, feeling Din's alarm at the sound. "The only peace offering I would accept is Vader's head and unfortunately that is ashes on Endor."

Looking at him now I wonder what he knows if he's lived in isolation on Tatooine because he looks surprised by my revelation. "So you killed the bastard then?"

Now I'm the one in surprise as I scoff "Don't act like you wanted him dead."

"Of course I wanted him dead," he says and takes a step closer, a step that makes Din raise his blaster. "I'm not after you Mandalorian."

"You left me for dead," Din says and I see a look of satisfaction in Boba's eyes that stirs a new type of rage in me.

"Fair is fair," Boba says, ignoring him to speak to me. "I'd call it justice."

"Revenge you mean?"

"One and the same," he says, determined to hit every nerve he knows how. "That's what you said, isn't it princess?"

If this is how he wants to play, I'll play along perfectly.

"Yes." I take a step closer now, looking him dead in the eyes as I tell him. "It was both when I left you for dead."

"I could take revenge," he tells me, but fails to intimidate. "I certainly have enough reason to, but fortunately for you I am a changed man."

I laugh again, the type of unhinged only Boba Fett can make me after he put that madness in my brain and twisted it into what it is now. "Boba Fett? A changed man?"

He isn't amused and looks back towards his ship "I thought you may say that, so here is my peace offering. My armour for yours."

My face falls and I blink at him "What?"

He doesn't repeat himself. "You heard me."

I shake my head "My armour is on-"

"Was on Kalevala," he says and I go cold. "I'm the one who brought you there after Mandalore was destroyed remember? You took my armour from Tatooine, so I returned the favour. Still covered in blood and ashes on board my ship for the taking. You order the Mandalorian to get mine, and Fennec will get yours."

"Fennec?" Din exclaims and I look back at him in confusion until I sense an unfamiliar presence.

"You have a keen ear Mando," a woman says from up on the ridge armed with a rifle, a woman that Din certainly seems to know and I look at him, raising an eyebrow at the panic I feel from him.

"You were dead," he says and my eye goes back to Boba, able to read him in one glance and I should have known he'd never come to face me without an extra gun.

"I believe it is time for introductions," Boba says while I shake my head at him in warning. "Meet Fennec Shand, a sharpshooter I've brought to ensure this transaction goes smoothly."

"Fuck you," I say and order "Din if she moves kill her."

"So it's going to be that way then," Boba says, almost disappointed. "Alright then, your lover pulls that trigger and she'll unload onto that kid she's locked onto."

And there he is, the Boba Fett I know.

"You wouldn't dare," I breathe.

"I think we both know I would," he says but I know the kid is quite safe. "There does not have to be violence."

"Say the word and he's dead," Din says from behind me, both of us knowing the kid is safe behind that shield. 

"This is between her and I Mandalorian," Boba says, he knows his targets, he would know damn well the reputation Din has. "You shoot, Fennec shoots." He looks back at me now. "Your little green friend as quite the bounty on his head."

With those words, all decency is off the table.

"If you think you're going to come here to take my son away-"

"He's a little green to be yours," he says and a chill runs through my bones as he dares to say "But a son for a son seems fair to me."

Din reaches for me as I march forward but holds his position with his blaster trained on Fennec as I slap Boba hard, tears of rage burning in my eyes as I whisper "I hate you."

"I know you do princess," he says, his face may be barely recognisable but his eyes... the same damn eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you."

But I know him better than that.

"I don't believe you," I breathe and the moment my saber is at his neck his finger is on the trigger of his blaster. My match. My perfect adversary. "I will never believe a word you say again."

Still he insists "All I want is my armour."

"Liar," I say, searching his eyes. "You've followed me halfway across the galaxy for one thing only."

He entertains me. "And what's that princess?"

I can't bring myself to say it with Din standing so close but Boba knows. He always knows.

"Revenge," I say, if only to stir something else in his heart that is more bearable for me to feel. "For me."

I'm trembling as he touches my cheek with the barrel of his blaster, but not from fear, anything but fear, and I feel pure horror from Din that I haven't killed him for that simple touch alone.

"I did come for you," he tells me and I don't inch away from him as he leans closer as if nobody else is standing here. "On Tatooine I came for you, but not to harm you."

"Liar," I say again, fighting what I know is the truth. "Why else would you come if not for revenge?"

"I came to help you," he says, the coldness of his blaster on my cheek keeping me still as he asks "Do you really think I'd let you face an Imperial attack alone?"

I feel Din watching with a primal anger I've never felt from him and remind Boba "I wasn't alone and you left him there to die."

"If I didn't kill him he would have killed me," he argues, as if leaving him bleeding out for me to find was only a minor complication. "And I wasn't the one with the shiny beskar."

"No, you aren't," I say, finding a sick pleasure in taking from him the one thing he loves. "Because I have yours and once I put you back in the ground where you belong I'll melt it down and add it to my collection of trophies. Right beside Maul's saber on Kalevala." 

He ignores my threat to tell me "You're the only one who wants violence little one."

"I don't believe you."

"Kill me then," he says, calling my bluff. "We both know you can't do it."

A darkness settles over me, the same darkness that led to me being charged as a war criminal. "You have no idea what I am capable of."

"Then do it. Kill me. Do what you couldn't do on Tatooine." The heat of my saber at his neck does little to scare him as he taunts "Or have you started calling yourself a Jedi again?" My hand grips the hilt of my saber tight knowing one flick of my wrist is all it would take. "I remember when your daddy came to kill mine, but he couldn't do it either."

I blink at him in bewilderment "What?"

"I remember shooting at your father myself," he tells me, words he never has before, and I go cold as his own memories flash before my eyes. Cold rain and shots fired upon my father only to end in the flash of a purple saber and a beskar helmet rolling on coarse ground. "He was no match for a Mandalorian."

"Then how come he lived while yours lost his head," I hiss and he grabs me by my hair, holding me by the scalp with his blaster to my head. "Too soon?"

"Let her go!" Din orders, firing a warning shot only for Fennec to fire one back at Din and I smirk at the look of unbridled rage in Boba's eyes, living for the thrill of hitting him where it hurts. "Let her go or I drop you and Fennec!"

"This is between us," I tell Din, smiling as I taunt "I should have aimed for your neck, let your head roll in the sand just like your donors."

With those words he bares my throat, my hair in his fist as he brings his blaster from my head down to my stomach, knowing just where to hit me, but nothing can ever hurt me more than he already has. "You've become a cruel woman."

"Do you think I'm still that nineteen year old girl who cried and begged for you Boba?" I ask him and laugh again at the pain shooting through him, wanting him to suffer as I have. "You killed her that day on Cloud City. There's nothing left you can do to hurt me now."

"I can kill the kid," he threatens. "Like you killed our son."

"Our son?" I repeat numbly and feel Din's own horror as I tell him. "You mean the bloody tissue that was left on the floor of that cell after Vader tortured it out of me?" Boba's eyes go utterly cold now, finally realising it was not my doing. "It's for the better because I was never going to have any child of yours after what you did to me."

"Kyra," he begins, the emotion in his voice making me wince but I'm past apologies.

"It's too late for remorse Boba," I tell him, having no pity left for him and dig the knife deeper. "Everything you blamed me for is your own doing. Every betrayal you believed, none of it was ever real. It was all Vader screwing with your head like he did mine."

Finally after all these years I find myself absolved of my own guilt and see the horror in his eyes as he realises I never betrayed him and that the death of our love is his blood to bear.

His voice is uneven now "If I knew-"

"You would have what? Struck Vader down?" I ask as I push him off me and he doesn't try to push me back. "You were too weak."

"Says the one who's too weak to strike me down now," he says, but the fight is gone from his voice and filled with a quiet ache before he resorts to the one thing he can still hate me for. "Just like your father was."

I raise an eyebrow "You think I'm weak because I'm a Jedi?"

"I know you are."

I give a nod and turn my back on him, walking back towards Din as I raise my hand to choke the sniper up on the ridge and watch her reach for her throat as Boba finally panics. 

"Stop that!"

"No," I answer before channelling the strength of the force here and throwing her off the ledge into a nearby rockface. Din and Boba both jump back as she groans on the ground and I use the force to pull her rifle to me, handing it to Din as I return to his side. 

"Kyra," Din says quietly as he takes the rifle. "I owe Fennec, she is not our enemy." 

"Well he is," I reply and turn back to Boba. "I don't care what you've become, I don't care if you're sorry, not when I have to live with the consequences of what you did."

Boba looks at Fennec, finally realising just what his betrayal led me to become. "I thought you were above that."

"I was, but not after what Vader did to me," I say and I see the look of disbelief in his eye before his hand goes to his throat and that cold rage burns as I hold it tight. "Do you think I'm not capable of the things he was?"

"Then do it," he says, my fist closing around his throat. "If it's revenge you want take it, I won't stop you."

"Only one of us is leaving this planet alive," I tell him, even if every moral my father instilled in me screams against killing a man who is not fighting.

"Then why haven't you killed me yet?" he asks but just as I step forward with my saber in hand I feel it and realise the true enemy that's followed me isn't Boba Fett.

It's the Empire.

Slowly I turn my head back towards Boba, the memory of betrayal haunting me now and my saber hand's shaking as he puts his hands up "I didn't-"

Without warning I throw him to the ground and my saber is at his neck as I curse "You fucking traitor."

He knows there is nothing he could say for me to believe him and instead tells me "It's time to put your armour back on princess, we're in for a fight."

I look up at Din who stands there watching the Imperial ships entering the atmosphere "Kyra the kid-"

"The kid is safe," I promise Din and withdraw my saber and abandon Boba on the ground to go to him. "If it's Gideon we have the advantage you hear me?" 

"How?" he asks me. "It's the two of us against the Empire."

I look back at Boba on the ground and Fennec getting to her feet, if they didn't bring them here then they'll have no hesitation killing them. "No, it's not." I take his helmet in my hands as I tell him "We fight, the child is as safe as he can be up on that stone. Get your weapons, we aren't running."

"This is the way," he says and a shadow of a smile plays at my lips.

"This is the way."

I let him go with a press of my lips to his beskar cheek knowing damn well Boba's watching and march to his ship to get my armour. I navigate the familiar interior quickly to get to the storage compartment and much to my equal surprise and satisfaction find my biometric fingerprint still logged and draw a sharp breath as the compartment opens.

My armour as promised sits there, painted blood red and still coated in the ashes of Mandalore. 

For just a moment I still feel the rubble crushing me, I can still see the bodies of my people turned to dust after the bombing. I can still feel the ash in my lungs as my hand reached out through the rubble, red with radiation burns. I wanted to die and yet I couldn't help but fight for my life as the darkness closed in on me.

I can still feel Boba taking my hand and pulling me out. 

The sound of gunshots pulls me back and I take the painted beskar forged for my body, a lightweight unconventional design perfect for a Jedi. It's all muscle memory as I arm myself with it, the slimline armoured top that wraps around my collarbones leaving my arms bare, the red arm bands in substitute of pauldrons for the sake of mobility, my left bearing the symbol of the Jedi and the right my family's crest. The gauntlets attached to my fingerless red sleeves more lightweight than the typical Mandalorian's, the same with the rest of my armour. Boba brought all of it, not just the beskar but the rest of it I couldn't bear to touch after I'd stripped it from my body and so I make quick work of it, discarding my of Jedi styled clothes in favour of my complete armour since I doubt I'll get another chance to retake it.

Finally I hold the helmet in my hand and for the first time since the purge put it on and ready myself, transferring my saber to my armours utility belt that's still armed with my old blaster and make sure to put the kids ball in one of the pockets.

It feels right as I step out of the ship looking through a visor and raise my blaster to take out the nearby stormtroopers and feel Din's head snaps towards me at the sound of the shots and I can feel it, awe, and then I feel the fear of the stormtroopers as I ignite my saber.

They all come to a halt with their guns raised at me, shaking in their armour as I tilt my head to the side and the moment I raise my hand they're running back to their ship, the landing platform still lowered as they try to retreat and with a single hand, feeling the strength of the force more than I have in years, I bring the ship to a halt as they try to lift off. It's as I tap into the true richness of the force here on Tython I realise indeed the stories are true and I throw the ship into a nearby cliff face with a strength I've never wielded before.

The wreckage hits the ground with injured troopers straining for their weapons and I look back to see Boba and Din both standing there in a state of awe.

"Kill them!" I order and they quickly jump into action, gunning down the troopers on board the wreckage and I move past the bodies to get to the remains of the cockpit, still intact enough for me to make contact with their commander and know in my gut who it is. 

"This is Kyra Kryze," I say, ready to take him out. "You're troopers are dead Gideon."

"That may be, but not even you and your bounty hunters can save the child from me," he says and I hear Din yelling for me.

"Kyra!"

I emerge to see three more ships lowering onto the planet and just as I raise my hand I hear rockets, but not from the ship. I look back to see Boba standing there in his own armour now and watch as his rocket hits one of the ships which crashes down into the other, both burning wreckage now in the sky.

I feel Din's hand on my arm, tasting the bitterness in my mouth as I look at Boba and know he didn't bring the Empire here. 

"See princess, I did tell you," Boba says and I could kill him for the I told you so alone. 

"And like I told you, I'm not weak," I spit at him and then realise that was his intention all along, to rile me up. 

"You never were," he says and frustrated I look away from him back to Din who stands behind me with a gentle hand holding me in place, maker knows the only thing giving me peace right now.

"What's the plan general?" Din asks me, Boba and Fennec listening as I look at the final ship landing, but my gut tells me there are far more where it came from and we need to take them out.

"Kill them, no matter how many waves come we eliminate them," I decide, knowing the child is safe up on that rock. "If we don't Gideon will just send them after us again."

"Gideon?" Boba repeats, having missed that part when he was attacking Din. "Moff Gideon? I thought he was dead."

"So did we but you'd know that if you were actually helping me on Tatooine instead of stabbing someone," I retort and feel Din squeeze my arm to bring my back, knowing I need to be focused right now, and ask him "On Navarro what type of strength did he have?"

"Enough that he almost killed all of us," he answers and tells me "We aren't making it out unscathed."

"Retreatings no good if he can take us out with his ship, we're better to hold defensive positions until an opportunity presents itself," I say as Fennec reloads her rifle, remembering the Hoth situation. "We don't know what type of resources he's got and I'm not risking putting the kid in his sights."

"Call for backup?" Din asks knowing the connections I've got but none that can get here in time.

"We are the backup," Boba says and reminds me "We've faced worse than a few stormtroopers princess."

"This isn't right," I say, my gut screaming it at me. "It's too easy, if Gideon knows you're here he'd be sending more firepower than this."

It would be why Gideon waited so long to attack, Boba Fett would be one of the few people in this galaxy he would fear and rightfully so, which makes no sense he's sending mere ships of troopers against two of the most capable killers in the galaxy.

"Then let's take them out," Boba says as the ship lands and the four of us stand there ready to fight as the landing platform lowers and I tilt my head at the black of their armour.

Death troopers.

And there it is.

"Take cover," I order before they open fire and each and every movement of my saber is muscle memory led by the force, my father having been relentless in this particular training after the Clones wiped out most of the Jedi in order 66. He wasn't going to let me fall to a group of troopers with blasters.

Their armour is resistant enough the blasts reflected back don't kill them and hear their commander order "Kill the Jedi!"

And so I use the force to leap over head just as they roll grenades my way and cut through three troopers from behind as Din, Boba and Fennec fire on them from defensive positions but it's then as I look up to the stone my blood runs cold realising this is just a distraction.

Troopers unlike any I've ever seen descend towards the stone and just as I run forward I'm thrown to the ground by a missile that blows the Razor Crest to ashes. 

My ears ring as I take in the burning wreckage and feel Din pulling me to my feet, covering me from the Death Troopers fire as he pulls me back behind cover, checking me over to make sure I'm alright before quaking "The kid-"

"I've got him, cover me," I tell him and use my jetpack for the first time in years as I take off dodging the heavy fire from the Death Troopers to get to the stone only to begin losing altitude halfway as the broken down fuel runs out and I hit the ground running, reaching the stone at the same moment they do and I'm met with an onslaught from blaster cannons that I fight through only for the force shield to come down.

"No!" I yell out as I'm thrown into one of the pillars with a force I've never felt before by one of the troopers and get to my feet only to be faced with six of them, big hulking forces of metal standing between me and the child who looks at me with fear in his eyes.

They fire upon me, no doubt with programmed orders from Gideon to eliminate me personally. Reflecting the heavy fire I cut through the chest of the one who threw me and cut down the next through the middle only to be grabbed by the throat with a crushing pressure by another and raised up to see the child being taken and kick my feet against the troopers face, severing the hand holding my throat before cutting through its neck along with anothers before driving my saber through the chest of the fifth.

I rebound off the ground as the final trooper lifts off with the child and I swear I can hear Din calling my name, but just as I go to jump from the stone to take down the final trooper I see it far too late, the burning missile locked right onto me, and in the second before it impacts I raise my saber in a pure final instinct and there's a flash of blue.

Then nothing.

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Din

The moment the missile enters the atmosphere I've abandoned my defensive position to run to her as if I have a chance in hell of making it there, there's flashes of yellow as she cuts through the troopers and I'm screaming her name into an empty void and she looks up the moment before it impacts. There's a flash of blue as the forceshield ignites only for the missile to blow the stone temple to nothing not even a second later.

The explosion causes me to fall back and I'm on my knees as I look up at the smouldering ruins, the world itself coming to a standstill as I grasp my blaster between my fingers, in one single moment my entire world gone.

So many moments I'd accepted my own death and I was never afraid, but that was until her and the child came along and suddenly I had everything to lose.

And now I've lost just that, my child, my riduur, my everything.

That is until I feel Boba Fett pulling me to my feet telling me "She's hard to kill, get up there and I'll follow the bastards."

"Come on," Fennec says pulling me along as if there would even be anything left of her after what that same missile did to the Razor Crest. "He'll follow the trooper, she's a Jedi isn't she?" Numbly I nod as she forces me to walk. "Then there's a chance."

"The kid-"

"He's following the kid," she repeats as we make our way up the mountain. "You can't save him but there's still a chance for her."

I'm sick to my stomach at the thought of what I'll find, her body blown to pieces or nothing at all, but as my weak knees take me up the hill they all but give out at the sight of her red figure face down in the ruins and I run forward, dropping to my knees as I take her in my arms.

"Kyra?" I quake as I hold her limp body, armour blackened from the impact and skin scorched but it's as I pull her helmet off and find blood running from her ears and nose I can't breathe. "Cyar'ika?"

Despite the heat radiating from the burns her body's cold, my thermal imaging unable to get a clear reading with the injuries and I'm cradling her head in my hand as I check her vital signs,  finding a pulse, drawing a shaking breath as I feel it beneath my fingers. She should be ashes, but I've seen the child perform even greater miracles than this.

"Boba's on their tail," Fennec tells me. "He's locked onto the trooper."

"No!" I panic, stammering. "I don't want the child hurt!"

They're both alive, but they won't be for long.

"Abort pursuit, disengage!" Fennec orders. "Do not harm the child."

"Copy, I'll do a loose follow, see where they're headed." There's a pause before he asks "Is she alive?"

"Mando," Fennec says, unable to quite look at us as she asks "Is she alive?" I give a single weak nod and she confirms "She's alive but barely. Burns covering her body from the blast and severe head trauma, unconscious."

I'd never been truly afraid until right now as I hold her limp body in my arms, appearing dead in every way except for the slight pulse beneath my fingers and the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the beskar but it's not strong enough.

The child is gone, I can't lose her with him.

"I can't do this alone," I tell her in Mando'a. I'd promised that I'd never let the Empire hurt her again and I broke that promise. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I failed you. I failed both of you."

Her red hair is between my fingers, warmth seeping from her skull as I clutch her body to mine, trying to convince myself she's still alive, that she still has a chance.

"They're back," I hear Fett say over the com as I listen for her breath but can barely find it.

"Who?" Fennec asks as she comes over, kneeling down to take a look at her.

"The Empire," he answers, telling her what I already know. "They're back."

"That can't be, the Empire is under the jurisdiction of the New Republic."

"This isn't a spice dream, I can see the Imperial cruiser with my own eyes."

The issue of a few rogue warlords is entirely different to an armed and operational Imperial Cruiser. For a moment I hope that revelation would be enough to wake her up, but she's still out cold in my arms. 

"Fennec she needs help," I say quickly, unable to keep my voice from breaking.

"Boba doesn't have any plans on letting her die," Fennec says and I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse as she speaks into the com. "Get back down here, she needs medical treatment."

"I'm coming down."

"Come on," Fennec says and I lift her up, taking care to keep her head still and Fennec takes her helmet as we descend back down the mountain with only one way off this planet.

Despite the desperation I've heard enough to not trust him, knowing he turned her over to the Empire once before and I'll die before letting it happen again and when we approach his ship and he takes a step towards her I draw my blaster on him from beneath her legs "Touch her and you're dead."

"She isn't dead yet but she will be and if you kill me and try to steal my ship you won't get very far without my biometrics," he says, having anticipated this. "Do you want her to die?"

"She'd rather die before being given to the Empire," I say, knowing she'd never forgive me if I let Gideon get his hands on her. "And I'll die before letting them harm her."

"I didn't dig her out of the damn rubble on Mandalore to watch her die now," he mutters and my blaster hand shakes as he marches forward and puts a hand on her head, I only allow it when I see how his shakes as much as mine. "She needs a bacta tank."

"It's the outer rims," Fennec says. "Where-"

"I know a place," Fett says and speaks to me. "Something tells me neither of us are getting past the outer rims without being arrested by the New Republic. I can take her somewhere she'll be safe."

"Where?"

"Cloud city," he says, the name only vague to me. "Run by one of her rebel friends, Calrissian."

I look down at her knowing we don't have any time for questions but I still can't trust Boba Fett "You try anything-"

"Oh trust me she'll beat you to killing me when she wakes up when she realises where I've taken her," he assures me. "But neither of us are letting her die."

"Mando, if you want her to live you have to trust us," Fennec says and with no choice I head on board the ship, hardly even registering as Boba Fett enters with the beskar spear, all that's left of the Razor Crest.

The landing dock closes and they head into the cockpit without another word, leaving me there in the hold alone with her and it's then the chill truly settles into my bones. 

Only an hour ago we were in the cockpit of the Razorcrest, watching her holding Grogu as she told us the words we'd never heard before her, that she loves us. Words I'd never heard until she came into my life and made me realise I was something that could be loved. The light of my life, the only thing that truly mattered, her and the child, I had my entire future in the palm of my hand and now it's all gone.

I feel the tears in my eyes as I cradle her head and feel the dry blood in her hair, remembering in horror that she has a family outside of the child and I, that I'll have to tell them how she died while I stood helpless. 

"Come on cyar'ika," I plead with her, without her and the child there is nothing left to live for. I don't know how I ever lived without their love, a love that made me feel human for the first time since I was a child, a love I can never live without again. "Wake up, please."

But her body only grows colder, her skin blackened from the blast of the missile, wounds that a bacta tank can heal but I remember too well the head trauma that would have killed me if not for IG-11. My hand rests over her pulse, feeling it only growing weaker, her breathing slowing.

"Stay with me," I whisper, shaking as I hold her body and realise her chest is hardly rising. "Kyra?" The colour is gone from her cheeks, her skin turning a shade of grey and I'm yelling out "How long do we have left!"

Boba Fett comes down, helmetless now and looks upon her with an unreadable face "Less than an hour."

"We don't have that long," I insist. "Is there bacta-"

"The Hutts raided it for medicine and credits while I was in the Sarlacc," he answers and gives what could almost be called an attempt at assurance. "I've seen her in worse shape than this, she's tough, too stubborn to die like this that's for certain."

"Well she is dying!" I snap, slowly losing it with every missed beat of her pulse. "Isn't there anywhere closer?"

"If the Empires back then Cloud City is the only place I know for certain won't be doing business with them," he says and I look down at her. "Calrissian is a good enough man he wouldn't turn her away."

"Can you get a transmission to Leia?" I ask him knowing that she'd want her family to be there if she doesn't make it and he seems surprised by my request.

He scoffs "She's told you about that lot?"

"They're her family," I say and he just shakes his head. "They deserve to be there if she doesn't make it." It's then I remember where I'd heard of Cloud City from, Solo's transmission after we were attacked on Tatooine. "Can you contact Solo on the Millenium Falcon, he should be at Cloud City."

He looks at me more carefully now "You've met Solo and all the rest?"

"I know her family and she'd want them there," I say, unable to understand the questions and having no patience for them. "Can you contact them or not?"

He's silent for a moment in contemplation before saying "It's best I don't or they'll try to shoot me down."

I stare at him now incredulously at how he can be thinking about himself right now "Not if they know she's on board."

"Let's just say Solo and I have some history and they won't believe she let me live long enough to be in this situation," he says and despite my desperation I can't blame them if they know what I do. "We'll be there soon, I don't know what she's told you-"

"She'd told me enough," I say sharply, not caring for conversation right now.

He nods to himself before saying "We both love her Mandalorian, she isn't dying on my watch." He steps forward and I pull her closer to me, not wanting a man who hurt her and is comfortable enough laying hands on her how I just saw to touch her. "She's survived worse than this, if you've spent even a night with her you'd know that." 

The mention of her nightmares has me shaking at the thoughts of just what she's endured and the revelation I learned on that damned planet, that she was pregnant with this man's child and lost it in torture due to his betrayal.

"If you loved her you wouldn't have betrayed her," I say knowing the man he is, that we aren't so dissimilar. Knowing the lives men like him and I lead and just what she is in comparison to all that bloodshed. "If you loved her you would have died before letting the Empire lay one hand on her."

"Vader promised me if I got her to become his apprentice he would spare her," he reveals to me. "The moment she landed on that planet she'd sealed her fate, I'd tried to keep her away but the moment her ship was reported I went there to protect her and struck the deal. Her precious family were about to die and I wasn't going to let her suffer the same fate."

"And so you turned her over for torture with a blaster at her back," I say remembering the words she told me and feel my own blaster beside me on the floor within reach, checking her pulse and finding it even weaker.

"I did," he says and eyes me as he says "It's clear you haven't known her very long so let me enlighten you. I'd been by her side since she was nineteen, I watched her take back Mandalore from the Empire and I watched her lose it because she was too damn stubborn to realise her precious rebellion would spit her right back out the moment they were finished with her." I'm silent now, remembering Chandrila. "And from what I've heard that's exactly what they did, charged her as a war criminal and left her to Moff Gideon on Tatooine."

My head snaps back towards him at the mention of that night "You left me for dead after beating Cobb Vanth within an inch of his life trying to find us."

"You would have done the same if you'd seen me first," he dismisses and goes on. "I've been dealing with the aftermath of her decisions for almost a decade now. She's as tough as they come but she's got a weak heart. She's pretty enough to make any man forget themselves but there's only so many times you can stop her from ruining herself in the name of being a hero. Hell I pulled her out of the ruins of Mandalore after she tried killing herself when she had to live with the consequences of her decisions. She's her own worst enemy and I'm warning you now Mandalorian no man escapes from her unscathed."

The length of their history makes me still and I begin to realise there's a reason she didn't kill him on sight and with her dying in her arms the last thing I want is to doubt where her heart lies. 

"I know her past," I say stiffly, but it's never scared me until now. 

"Do you?" he questions. "Are you aware you've been shacking up with a suicidal sadist who's spent her enter life pretending to be something she's not? Don't let her pretty face fool you, she's a cruel woman who let me spend five years believing she'd rid herself of our child out of pure spite before leaving me for dead."

His words do nothing but make me want to reach for my blaster "Do you love her or hate her, make up your mind." 

"Love and hate, it's all the same to her as you'll come to learn," he says and I look down at her face, unable to see anything but the woman I love. "She'll want to kill me when she eventually wakes up but she won't do it. She can't. The last night together before she left me for dead she spent beating me until she turned to words to try to provoke me into hurting her to fulfil whatever sick satisfaction it gave her before pushing me into bed. She's a twisted woman, always has been. Whatever she's told you I did to her it was nothing she didn't allow, hell you saw it. She has a way of bringing out the worst in a man, forcing it to the surface."

"Why are you telling me this?" I stammer, panicking the weaker her breathing grows while he stands there like she's not dying.

"So you can run before it's too late."

I scoff now, realising what his play is "So you can have her?"

"I've loved her through all of these years, and no matter what we always found our way back to one another," he tells me and stops before heading back to the cockpit. "You seem like a good man, you love her, but she isn't the woman you think she is."

With her dying in my arms his words change nothing. "We'll see."

He's almost amused "You will see."

He leaves us and I look down at her, the woman I love, a woman who in so many ways is still as much of a mystery to me as she was when I first laid eyes on her. Whoever she was, I saw glimpses of her today that left me shocked, glimpses I'd never seen before that leave me wondering how much of the truth this man is telling me.

But it doesn't matter, not now, not when I could lose her. I trust her with my life, with the child's life, and that is more important than anything that he could ever tell me, not when I have my own past I try to forget. Not when our child is gone and I need her with me to take him back.

True desperation takes hold of me as her lips turn a shade of blue and I hold her face, afraid to move her without knowing the extent of her head injury, clinging to the faint beat of her pulse that is the only thing keeping the last shred of my sanity from breaking.

"Wake up," I plead with her, if there is one thing Fett is right about it's that she's too stubborn to die like this at the Empire's hands. "We need to protect Grogu, he needs us." Still she lays unconscious and my voice breaks "I need you."

When I was dying I had her and the child by my side, I would have died in peace having felt her lips on mine knowing there was someone to mourn me, to raise the child. I may be here, but she would not die in peace knowing the child is in danger, knowing he was taken by the Empire as she was when she was just a child. 

As I died the only regret I had was that I had not had more time with her, I would have died a happy man if she opened her eyes to look upon my face when she kissed me and so with shaking hands I lift my helmet now and put it aside to look upon her with my own eyes. If she were to wake now I would have no regrets if only to feel her warm and alive in my arms.

"I love you," I tell her, knowing I might never get to say them again. "I can't- I can't go back to how it was before you and the kid. I can't." I'm choking back a sob as I fight tears, something I didn't realise I was still capable of. "Please, stay with me. Stay with me cyar'ika."

I kiss her cold head, feeling my tears wet her skin as I once felt hers wet mine. I thought I was gone, but she saved me.

I might not be able to wield the force to bring her back from the brink of death, I may be just a man begging the woman he loves to stay with him but that is enough. It has to be.

I'm not letting her die.

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian smut #the mandolarian #the mandalorian x oc #din djarin x oc #din djarin x original character #wildfirewildflower #the mandalorian x original character #Din djarin smut #Din djarin fanfic #the mandalorian fanfic #found. #din djarin x female oc

[aleatoryw]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Femdom, Dominant Asajj Ventress, Submissive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Fighting As Foreplay, Fighting for Dominance, Banter, Light Humiliation, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Biting, Hair-pulling, Established Relationship, surprisingly sweet ending for something that's literally just fuckin'

“If you can catch me, Asajj, I’m yours.” Another messy whirl of blades as she brought her second saber up to match the first.

“Such sweet talk from a man-” a pause for a breath as he spun his blade before clashing it against hers again, a split second change of angle either could potentially use to their advantage, “a man I’m about to wreck.”

He laughed, low and dangerous. “Wreck? Oh Ventress, you tease me.”

#*throws some ventrobi at you and books it* #ventrobi #star wars fic #sw fic #asajj ventress #obi wan kenobi #lmk how you feel about the tone in this one. i went fly on the wall viewpoint and idk if it works yknow?

[ladylucksrogue]

[2023 Fandom Wrapped]

Thanks @impossibleprincess35 for the tag!

Fandom you read the most fic for: Star Wars. I rarely read other fanfiction anymore. A lot of the other fandoms just don't have the quality or depth that I enjoy with Star Wars. Some of the other fandoms I used to enjoy, people have moved on to other fandoms, or have stopped writing all together 😢.

Most wholesome ship you’ve liked: although the ship is doomed by the narrative and tragic, it's probably Obitine. Their dynamic is just amazing and loving.

Most cursed ship you’ve liked: Obikin, hands down. When I need something messy, I can always find it there…

Cursed for a lot of other reasons: From One Piece probably, Zoro and Sanji. Just a mess most of the time.

Top 5 ships: Obitine, codywan, obikin, Vegeta and Bulma from DBZ (my first fandom), Chloe and Lucifer (Lucifer)

New ships/rare pairs you liked: I actually adore Qunlan and Obi-Wan but there is surprisingly little there. In One Piece, I loved Zoro and Nami but it's a relatively rare ship. I've read a couple surprisingly good Padme/Obi-Wan had Padme survived AUs too. I actually stumbled across Rex and Ahsoka, at least in the context of the aftermath of Order 66, in the years after when Ahsoka is older and found a few that were wholesome and well written that I really enjoyed.

Tagging: @sendpseuds @gffa @piccolaromana @spectral-musette @palfriendpatine66 and anyone else who wants to.

#ask me questions #sw fandom #fandom asks

[kittimau]

1/? Consider this: padawan anakin being absolutely (& surprisingly unashamedly) obsessed with holonovelas. (Everything he knows about love & romance he’s learnt from these shows... this is why he’s an abysmal flirt). also the image of sullen and sulky padawan anakin sighing dreamily over his silly tv shows is honestly so cute. Many a time Obi-wan has (unwillingly) been regaled with the latest OTT drama & treachery that has happened on ‘Lovesick on Lothal’ or ‘Rodian Romances’. However as anakin

2/2 gets closer to his knighthood (& it seems like theyre fighting more than they’re getting along) Obiwan often finds himself asking anakin for updates about his shows as this seems to be the only topic these days that doesn’t end up with anakin storming off to his room or Obi-wan left wondering where he went wrong as a master. Also it almost always guarantees getting a smile out of anakin (also a rare occurrence these days) and so Obiwan ends up being veryfond of these shows too as a result 😌

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I love this 😂

It's so messy and so Anakin, I mean come on ofc he would live for romantic melodrama. (Also this gave me flashbacks to the telenovelas some of my friends made me watch as a kid 🤣)

He'd rant all through firstmeal about the prior night’s “secret twin tries to take over the life of the main character and steal their husband/wife” and “villain everyone thought was dead actually faked it and is back to bring down/take over the family dynasty” plot twists and sigh longingly over the angsty but sweet “they finally got together despite everything that stood in their way” slow burns.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan is sitting there, chin in his palm, sipping his tea and nodding idly. Giving a little hum here and there so it seems like he’s listening. He thinks it’s probably not the best idea to let Anakin get so carried away with these big romantic hero fantasies, but he’s young and surely he deserves to enjoy such an innocent pleasure as entertainment between training.

Eventually, he becomes subconsciously curious. Starts sitting with Anakin while he watches them. He's quiet most of the time, but every now and then can't help himself, asking Anakin to clarify a plot point or character motivation, or pointing out some logical flaw that itches a personal pet peeve. Anakin just smiles and goes along with it, amused that Obi-Wan is more interested than he wants to let on. Besides, he likes spending time together.

Over time, however, as Anakin approaches knighthood, they have less time for such things. The relationship is often tense and Anakin’s moods fickle. The distance grows. And it’s then that Obi-Wan realizes how much he misses listening to Anakin talk; he misses the enthusiasm with which he’d share those stories the evenings they spent watching them together. He subtly slips them into conversation, or puts them on and waits for Anakin to notice and join him. Even finds himself getting invested in the relationships and plots (he feels kinda foolish and embarrassed for it, but he’s hooked now, sooo—).

(ofc bonus if at some point one of those mirrors his and Anakin’s relationship and he has a big “Oh.” moment hahahahaha)

#anon asks #mau answers #anakin definitely watches holonovelas #it's canon i decided #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #obikin

[anakinh]

sw brotherhood ramblings (spoilers!)

okay so SW Brotherhood was really good. The plot was weak at times but the characterizations and character relationships (esp between Anakin and Obi Wan) is A+++. And isn’t that why we’re here? To read about the characters? It’s not called Star Wars: Good Plot (although the plot itself is fine enough)

I just finished it so I haven’t had time to stew, and I haven’t read anyone’s opinion on it or read much from the author with the exception of the acknowledgements (surprisingly informative) and one (1) tweet explaining that blitzball is from Final Fantasy X which is the most important piece of canonical Star Wars lore of all time. Anyway. Spoilers below the cut since I wrote a lot.

Overall I love it.

There were several weak spots, especially in the plot - for example, why did Obi Wan accept such a bad bargain in the first place? I guess he was desperate, but the investigation never would’ve worked with what he had. Ketar was also the weakest character imo. His descent into villainy is obviously supposed to mirror Anakin and I think also be a reference to the "angry young man without support or healthy emotional outlet” to “we’re all domestic terrorists” pipeline irl but it was very rushed and happened very quickly. Like this dude went from angry to terrorist in a few days? And we never really got to hear his Tragic Backstory until the trial, which didn’t help in his favour (although the nuance on how badly the Republic treated Cato Nemoidia was well done). It does, however, in a rushed way, show us how people exploit angry young men for terrible purposes, and how leaving them aside and assuming everything’s fine without affirming that you care or checking leads to terrible consequences which, hey, in this political environment probably helps. To be fair to Ruug, she did try at first before she got busy. Also the be fair to her she was only busy for a few days, but this whole thing took several days which, again, feels like it’s a bit too fast to be realistic. The final confrontation with Ketar was also quite heavy handed and messy, since Mill was narrating his emotions at every turn (we know he’s angry, thank you Mill, that’s been obvious for a while now) while Obi Wan and Anakin often talked to each other on the side... while Ketar was holding a detonator for a bomb and monologuing? Where did they have the time.

Another weak part is that imo it relies far too heavily on Anakin-related dramatic irony. Now, to be fair, what’s the clone wars without increasingly heavy handed Anakin-related dramatic irony? [deep sigh] It also mentions the memes a lot. Like, I get that technically Anakin is right and sand is, in fact, coarse and rough and irritating and it does, in fact, get everywhere, but every time you mention it I remember the meme and it makes things funny. Is this part supposed to be funny, Mike?

The golden, shining spotlight is the characterizations (barring Ketar) and the Anakin and Obi Wan relationship, though. And to a lesser extent the Anakin and Mill Alibeth relationship, which is adorable and Mill is the light of my life. Astonishingly, Obi Wan isn’t characterized as a perfect being who can do no wrong and Anakin isn’t characterized as a dumb impulsive idiot! I mean, don’t get me wrong, Anakin is both dumb and impulsive, but he’s also compassionate and caring and he loves so fiercely and he’s a genius who likes to fix things. And Obi Wan level-headed and eloquent but he also acknowledges mistakes he made with training Anakin (and he’s not gonna fix them, as we know) and he has blind spots he doesn’t consider. I have become so jaded with the way fandom portrays the two of them lmao. Even a tiny smidgen of Obi Wan not being perfect is enough to make me happy. Anakin’s relationship with his new arm is also nicely done. In the Prequels (specifically, in side notes) there was this very ableist idea given by George Lucas (and said to be believed by the Jedi Council) that his arm being cut off means that he is weaker in the Force due to the lack of midichlorians. Luckily, the Jedi Council never mentions this here and Anakin does have problems with his arm (understandable, it’s a new prosthetic) but he comes to accept it as a part of him and useful. What a breath of fresh air. Another very good reference to the difference between the more expressive TCW Anakin and the less expressive Prequels Anakin is the explicit note that Anakin puts on a monotone when he speaks to the Jedi. This ... fits. Anakin in TCW tends to be more expressive, Anakin in the Prequels is less, yes, but he sounds the most natural in the first 20 mins of Revenge of the Sith and when alone with Padme. It’s a very good tidbit to fill in.

Anakin and Obi Wan’s relationship is wonderfully done. They obviously care and love each other. The ways they work with each other, the ways the reign each other in, highlight their good parts and mitigate their bad, their slow acceptance that they’re equals now, both of them chilling out with regards to each other. The banter... it’s a great way to show them sliding into their Clone Wars relationship while acknowledging the friction (but care!) in AOTC. The way Obi Wan wishes Anakin was here to get him out of the mess because Anakin always manages to find a way but when Anakin shows up he immediately protests about having a plan that Anakin ruined. Anakin trusting Obi Wan to take care of himself and focusing instead on the bigger picture instead of his loved ones. Genuinely unprecedented for this boy, we love to see some growth. ([stares out into the distance])

Anakin and Mill are adorable, he’s always been good with kids (heavy...handed...Anakin-based...dramatic...irony....) and it shows in how he cares about her and encourages her to follow her heart. And he tells her that he’s learning from her and he does! He notes some things that he wished Obi Wan did for him and he does it for her! Genuinely so cute.

Obi Wan and Ruug... is probably something we should have more of. She seems like a rougher, more cynical version of Obi Wan - clearly meant to parallel him the same way Ketar parallels Anakin, except he could also see bits of Anakin in her. She’s also just a very cool character. Brave and good, but also cynical and pragmatic and hardened by war. We don’t get to see her interactions with Ketar as much, especially after he starts talking to Ventress, which is on purpose but still to both of their detriment. I also like how Ventress is more of a manipulator than a fighter here. Good to remember all of her skills, and good to remember that she also has reasons to dislike the Republic.

Side note, while I am talking about relationships: Anakin and Padme are so obviously in their Honeymoon Phase and it’s so funny. Obi Wan suspects but each time he’s like “are they... nah. No. I am going to think about something else.”

There are also some legit criticisms of the Jedi that I like being delivered. Like obviously they’re good, they’re trying to be good while the Republic is asking them to stray further from their vows, but lookat little Mill Alibeth pointing out that for a peacekeeping force, the Jedi place way too much value on their swords. Also Ventress pointed out some stuff but that’s was more in the manner of a creative use of the truth to make a better lie. It’s a well done piece of manipulation, certainly, but it’s not as impactful.

Lastly, author Mike Chen noted that he read the Revenge of the Sith novelization in his acknowledgements. Based and it shows and I love him for it. Literally bits in the narration that ties directly into that novel. The continuity of it all. [Chefs kiss].

#me.txt #sw brotherhood #sw brotherhood spoilers #okay that's it for now #I actually have a lot more on how it ties into the Revenge of the Sith novelization #especially with the burning furnace heart and the sun dragon #and the 'even stars die' mantra (fun fact: meant to be an informational trip by Obi Wan. Nice job there) #but it's been a while since i've read it and i honestly don't know if I really want to read it again #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #i had to hit post on this because it was making my computer wheeze

[swbumblebee]

“Stop it.”

Mace Windu was a Jedi Master, and as such had years of training resulting in near limitless patience.

A limit, however, that his closest companion and partner in time-travel was testing with his constant pacing. And huffing.

Plo Koon ignored his request. Mace sighed.

“Would you just sit down? You’re not going to bring them home any quicker and you’re wearing down my rug” he warned.  

Plo looked at him, looked down at the rug, and continued pacing.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about” Mace continued, happily ignoring the sulky silence. “We know their mission goes well, we’ve done this before!” he exclaimed. “It’s a resounding success and half a planet ends up with a crush on Obi-Wan.” He said matter-of-fact.

He felt a reluctant pulse of amusement from Plo in the Force, as much as the man tried to keep it off his face. Mace could always tell.

He stood up, joining him in front of the sofa.

“Nobody gets blown up, nobody gets injured.” He reminded gently. “The Tume agreement is signed, as it is every year, and they both live to worry us another day” he said kindly.

Plo shook his head.

“I know how it went last time. I remember the debate” he corrected. “But things could be different my friend, we have changed the timeline. The smallest difference could be vital, and we have made a very large difference.” Plo explained, in his usual measured voice. “We have altered young Anakin’s temperament; Force only knows that he’ll do. And Obi-Wan has much less to prove.”

Mace frowned. His friend was making some irritatingly good points, but he remembered the two boys standing in the council room not one week ago; a familiar determined glint in Obi-Wan Kenobi’s eye that, in the coming years, would move planets, and Skywalker looking up at all the Masters as if they hung the stars.

“They will not disappoint us” Mace said surely.

Plo stopped.

“I know” he sighed. “I just…worry. It is most unbecoming of a Jedi” the Kel Door admitted.

Mace smiled.

“We are no longer typical Jedi my friend, and you are not the only one.”

It was true. Despite his words of reassurance, waving the two off in the hanger had brought a distinct clench in his stomach, and the training droids in the dojo had had a very long week.

Both froze, two very familiar force presences making themselves known, and not a moment later Mace’s commlink chirped shrilly.

They grinned at each other.

“Windu”

“Master, Knight Kenobi and Padawan Skywalker have just requested permission to land” the unidentified voice on the other end of the call informed them professionally.

“Thank you, Windu out.” He closed the link without a second thought, already grabbing his cloak and joining Plo, standing impatiently, by the door.

“Wait – we can’t both go!” Mace exclaimed, the thought suddenly occurring to him as Plo reached for the door control.  

The other Jedi looked at him, clearly irritated.

“Why not?”

Mace rolled his eyes. One of them had to be sensible.

“Plo, how’s that going to look? Two senior council members waiting for a new Knight and a Junior Padawan? People already think we’re too close” he exclaimed, frustrated with his friend.

Whilst they both had a wildly different attitude towards the A Word (developed over the course of the war and in their new situation) appearances were something they had to be mindful of.

Whilst his expression did not change, the Force around Plo expressed just how much of a toss he gave about appearances.

His friend folded his arms.

“Alright, we can re-convene at the flat later. I will meet them in the hanger.” He said calmly, as if it was some kind of compromise.  

Mace raised one eyebrow.

“Any why do you get to welcome them home?” he asked archly.

“You waved them off” Plo said simply. “It is my turn.”

“Ah that’s not how-Plo!” he cried out, outraged as Plo quickly opened the door and strode out into the corridor, pushing Mace gently back with the Force whilst he made his escape.

Leaving the Master of the Order spluttering at the injustice of it all, in his wake.

---

Plo was working hard to keep his happiness behind his shields as he strode into the hanger just in time to see the temple shuttle land. He ran a critical eye over it, having a sudden vision of Skywalker’s battered old ship in that first timeline. As liable to explode as it was to put the wipers on.

Thank goodness that was a bridge to be crossed in the future. He made a mental note to keep an eye out for Anakin adopting ships.

Obi-Wan ruffled young Anakin’s hair, laughing as the boy tried to squirm away, as they descended the ramp. The playful scowl on Anakin’s face transformed into excitement as he sensed Plo and turned to him, held back from running over for his usual hug by his Master’s lightning quick reflexes, grabbing a wrist and holding him back.

Plo sent a wave of welcome over to them both in the Force as they came closer, a genuine smile on Obi-Wan’s face and Anakin practically buzzing with excitement.

Obi-Wan bowed deeply in respect, clearly nudging Anakin through their training bond to do the same, and the boy hastily followed suit.

Plo held a hand up and nodded at them both as they rose smiling. Both looked absolutely fine, perhaps Obi-Wan a little tired, but Plo had a feeling that was more to do with the energetic ten-year -old he’d just spent a week with, than the challenge of the mission.

“Welcome back” Plo once again pushed his pleasure at them in the Force. Predictably, Obi-Wan’s eyes slid away from looking him in the face, but he smiled gratefully all the same as Plo plucked the bulky pack out of his hands and shouldered it. Anakin nearly skipped as they all headed towards the exit and made for the Kenobi/Skywalker residence.

“Thank you Master, it’s good to see you-“

“Master Plo, it was so wizard we went in a hyperlane and the pilot let me sit up front and Chose was awesome Master it was hailing when we got there, like really hard rain! And they had massive beds and loads of puddings and me and Master Obi-Wan went to a play with singing-“

As the child rambled excitedly on, Plo shared a bemused look with a resigned Obi-Wan, sending him a wave of amused sympathy at him in the Force. Received with a dry raise of the young man’s eyebrows.

It must have been a long week for the twenty-three-year-old.

Content to let the child’s happiness wash over him, and Obi-Wan appearing to enjoy the lack of expected contribution for once, the journey to the flat was mostly uneventful, only a few Jedi casting them amused looks at Anakin’s wild gesticulating.

“Anakin, Obi-Wan!”

They were stopped from keying in the door code by Mace’s cry of greeting as he rounded the corner towards the little group. Ignoring Plo he went straight up to the boys, Anakin beaming at him and Obi-Wan bowing once again.

“Master”

“Hi Master Mace! Guess what? We saw hail on Chose and-

“Anakin” Obi-Wan blissfully interrupted before the whole recount could begin again. “Why don’t we get inside and get the tea on and then you can tell Master Mace and Master Plo all about our mission” he suggested firmly, in a way that was definitely not a suggestion.

“Yes Master”

Obi-Wan keyed in their code and stepped inside, Anakin following happily kicking off his boots by the door.

Mace, still giving Plo the cold shoulder, stepped inside first. And made a distinct noise of surprise. Plo followed curiously looking over his shoulder.

“Obi-Wan – what happened?” he asked, aghast.

Plo held back an unseemly laugh.

The flat was a tip.

There were robes on the floor, he spotted two pairs of boots sticking out from under the sofa and a discarded pack under the table. What looked like the entire Temple’s supply of mugs were scattered on almost every surface, alongside precariously stacked datapads and flimsy piles on the tables and on the floor, some of which had fallen over.

As he picked his way across the room, avoiding random bits of droid and one or two power tools, Plo could spy a half-eaten bowl of cereal on the kitchen counter when he peered inside, and about three days worth of washing up. A laundry basket was sitting next to the washing machine, overflowing with brown and beige.

The two young Jedi stood awkwardly in the middle of the flat.

Obi-Wan flushed a little.

“Ah, we left on quite short notice” he offered.

“I don’t think it’s that bad really” Anakin offered with an awkward shrug, slyly kicking something further under the sofa.

“This is….” Mace was lost for words. Whilst Plo hadn’t spent much time in Master Kenobi’s home the first time around, he had always thought the man to be fastidiously clean, and what he had seen had been very tidy.

Anakin however, was no surprise.

Plo could sense Mace doing the same thing he was, adding “domestic help” to the Obi-Wan Support List. They’d been so focussed on studies and their boy’s personal development they completely forgot that the Knight had never lived by himself before, never mind taken care of a youngling!

Obi-Wan apologetically shoved some pads and an old robe off the sofa to make space and disappeared into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

The two Masters sat down gingerly. Anakin on the floor opposite.

“Your mission was a success?” Plo asked conversationally as Obi-Wan reappeared with the mugs of tea. Plo caught Mace peering at the rim for signs of prior use, and gave him a look.  

“Yeah” Anakin answered before Obi-Wan could get a word in “the Chosians didn’t like me at first but they really liked Master Obi-Wan and they spent ages talking. And people kept giving him stuff.” The boy explained with a disgusted expression. “Flowers and cakes and-“

“Yes thank you Padawan” Obi-Wan interrupted loudly, his ears turning a rather bright shade of pink. Mace smirked at him and Plo sent his partner a mental swat.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat.

“The mission was a success and the Tume Agreement has been updated and signed.” The Knight took a sip of his tea. “We will not need to go back for a while, it should be valid for another ten years” he finished casually as if accomplishing something no Jedi had managed before, on his first mission, was an afterthought.

Mace and Plo shared a look.

Just like last time.

It was a huge relief that their presence had had no adverse effects on the Negotiator’s skills. As Plo sat and listened to Mace congratulate the blushing young man he had a thought.

What could these two, The Team; the best Jedi of his generation and the most powerful force user ever, accomplish with the support of Mace and Plo this time around?

The Sith had better pack their bags. He thought smugly.

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To get a feel for the whole set up of Obi-Wan Anakin’s first mission when they were assigned it “the first time around” read this Snippet Of Nothing, which is the mission being discussed, and is from the councils point of view. 

#Space Dads Go Time Travelling #plo koon #mace windu #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Bby anakin #fluff #Old married couple Mace and Plo #surprisingly messy Obi-Wan #bit long this one #obi-wan fanfic

[newswcanonprompts]

the skywalker family tree

so, we were all saying that the empire chain of command is just... so, so messy and weird and doesn’t work (because palps never had a plan for if he or vader got killed). convo spiraled. eventually we said that the only reason the empire survived for so long was sheer dumb luck, and that the skywalkers were all dotted across the galaxy and not banded together (yet).

we ended up making a skywalker family tree. there’s 30 of them, which is why the galaxy is such a mess. now, without further ado...

THE SKYWALKER FAMILY, DURING THE TIME OF THE EMPIRE/OT (most of them honorary)

1) Luke- sunshine son living on a farm, not knowing where or who the rest of his family is, doesn’t know what it means to be a skywalker™

2) Anakin- lost most of his limbs in a fire and is now in a medical nightmare, has become a cyborg murder bot

3) Leia- angry rebel princess who also doesn’t know she’s a skywalker™

4) Obi-Wan- sad desert hermit who wants his family back, watching over sunshine son

5) Rex- former captain surviving on a deserted planet with two of his identical brothers

6) Ahsoka- little sister of cyborg being a badass rebel spy

7) Cody- marshal commander who BETTER be okay, but we still don’t really know

8) R2- badass droid working with the rebellion but can’t do much since he’s a DROID

9) 3PO- memory wiped and is literally a protocol droid, can’t really do shit (but means well!)

10) Han- a smuggler who isn’t a skywalker yet but will be soon (def not prepared to marry into this disaster of a family)

11) Shmi- dead grandma/OG family member who’s not a force ghost

12) Padme- dead wife / queen who’s also not a force ghost

13) the Force- the actual Force itself who is not very good at parenting, helicopter parent and deadbeat dad (there is no in-between, it is a good parent but also a shitty one)

14) Qui-Gon- sad desert hermit’s weed dad who bowed out of this bullshit a long time ago, him and his ponytail are chilling in the cosmic force or something, watching his foundling (the cyborg) fuck up the galaxy

15) Feemor- weed dad’s other child who is the only sane member of this family, he’s hiding out on some backwater planet trying to get away from his insane family members (he really shouldn’t take vacations, he left these idiots alone for ten minutes and the galaxy went to shit) 

16) Hondo- chaotic pirate lord who’s *technically* not a part of the fam but is anyway, they adopted him (more like he adopted himself into it, but they still call him one of their own)

17) Ventress- edgy former sith assassin who’s other family got killed so now she’s saddled with these weirdos

18) Satine- former duchess of mandalore who is now dead and not a force ghost (but when she was alive, she was the wine aunt)

19) Maul- other former sith assassin who wants to beat the sad desert hermit, just once, please, let him win something 

20 & 21) Owen and Beru- Tired Desert Aunt and Uncle who just want the best for everyone but Jabba (have kept a skywalker off his bullshit for 19 years, which is much longer than desert hermit’s record of 2 hours- it was so short because the hermit is just as bad as the rest of the family)

22 & 23) Bail and Breha- tired royal parents who are trying to politician the skywalker out of the angry rebel princess (spoiler alert, it doesn’t work)

24) Yoda- troll great grandpa who went kinda crazy and now lives in a swamp and is  waiting for farmboy sunshine son to come so he can get some training as a magical wizard knight

25) Dooku- tired dead royal grandpa who is looking down on his family like “seriously” and has many ghost conversations with his crazy troll dad on the swamp planet

26) Chewbacca- the massive walking carpet that has the most braincells out of anyone, smuggler’s best friend 

27) Xanatos- the weird neighborhood kid who lights your garbage can on fire during family dinners

28) Quinlan- desert hermit’s chaotic brother, has zero braincells and is sounds stoned all the time, is good at tracking people and nothing else

29) Aayla- dead daughter of chaotic stoner, surprisingly graceful and composed but also mischievous, cousin of murder bot (fell in love with former captain’s brother, blyla is real y’all)

30) Jocasta- dead librarian wife of tired dead royal grandpa, is still mad at him for messing up her archives that one time

#star wars #clone wars #anakin skywalker #anidala #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #captain rex #commander cody #satine kryze #jocasta nu #blyla #chewbacca #hanleia #leia organa #bail organa #breha organa #count dooku #luke skywalker #padme amidala #ahsoka tano #hondo ohnaka #xanatos #feemor #aayla secura #yoda #asajj ventress #darth maul #darth vader #han solo #the force

[jasontoddiefor]

Summary: Obi-Wan is up late studying and his new Padawan sleeps next to him on their sofa. AN: @thenegoteator enables all my wishes for smol Padawan Anakin and Obi-Wan bonding so I hope you like this! Read on AO3!

Despite common misconceptions, the Jedi temple at night was still as busy as it was during the daytime. The many nocturnal members of the Order went about their daily life, training, teaching, learning, preparing for missions, and tracking down wayward Padawans deep in the temple building. Not as seldomly as they’d like to, they also sent one of their diurnal Jedi, awake despite their rhythm, to bed.

Sleep eluded them all often enough, visions and twisted dreams keeping them awake and as such, they all took care to ensure they did get a healthy dosage of sleep.

This was the precise reason Obi-Wan Kenobi was not in the archives but in his quarters.

He yawned for what felt like the twentieth time in the past ten minutes, staring at the light screen of his datapad.

It was the only source of light illuminating the dark room and consequently hurting his eyes. Obi-Wan could have turned on the main lights, but he hadn’t really expected to still be sitting here at this hour.

He should have gone to bed about four hours ago or so, he wasn’t entirely sure how much time had passed and hesitated at checking the chronometer, but Obi-Wan also still was about two hours of work away from where he wanted to be with his thesis paper.

He didn’t have the time to sleep. Staying awake was an entirely reasonable course of action.

He reached for his cup of tea, black as the deepest voids of space. It wasn’t his favorite by any kind, but it did its job at keeping him awake better than any of his favorite teas or kaf did. When he raised his cup to his lips, he noticed that not only it was cold, but also almost empty. He could have sworn he had made it just ten minutes ago.

Displeased he set it on the living room table and sighed. Right, only about ten pages and a conclusion to go. Obi-Wan was able to work through those pages without any tea keeping him alert. He could, of course, get up and make himself another cup, but that also meant moving his small companion out of the way and possibly startling him awake.

Obi-Wan looked down at his lap where his Padawan was dead to the world, the rise and fall of the bundle being the only sign that Anakin was asleep. Obi-Wan could hardly see Anakin, wrapped up in three blankets as he was. Obi-Wan doubted that Anakin would learn to sleep with less than three layers any time soon.

His only visible feature was his crown of messy golden locks. Anakin had been up until just two hours ago, working on his own homework first, then had continued working on his sheer endless numbers of mouse droids and, when even that hadn’t kept him busy anymore, he had started drawing. Only after he had gotten too tired to hold onto his pencil had he started pestering Obi-Wan with questions about his paper until he had fallen asleep. At first, Anakin had been leaning against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, but the longer the night had gotten, the more did he slip off until he had ended up dropping into Obi-Wan’s lap where he was now snoring lightly.

Obi-Wan smiled at his Padawan, then gently so he wouldn’t wake him, ran his fingers through his hair. Anakin’s hair was surprisingly soft and, when the boy remembered to shower, smelled of spring flowers instead of motor oil.

He had a Padawan.

A small, cute, kind, and good-hearted Padawan who deserved a world that would treat him gently and the best of teachers who could guide him well.

And Obi-Wan had no idea how to handle him. He was doing his best and he was quite sure that he was at least on the right track, but he definitely could improve still.

But first, he had a paper to finish.

It was ridiculous.

He had been supposed to be done with it months ago. When his Master and he had been called to Naboo, Obi-Wan had just started writing it, a vague thesis in mind and some literature assembled. Most of the work had been in his head and constituted of the endless discussions Qui-Gon and he had had about the true nature of the Force. They had spent years discussing what it felt like what its purpose was – It was a heavy topic, and Obi-Wan could have gone with an easier one such as the traffic laws in Coruscant’s lower levels, but instead he had chosen to go with such a research-heavy field.

It was a chore and a half to work on this paper. Not so much writing the paper in and of itself, Obi-Wan happened to be one of those bastards who enjoyed writing up reports and forcing people to go through his elaborations on the banalest of topics. Handing his papers in had always been his utmost delight. There were very few sights that could compare to someone seeing that they’d have to proofread his paper.

No, the problem with his theses was the agonizing pain that came with every revisit to all the memories he had made with his Master. Getting even half a sentence transferred to the datapad was an ordeal Obi-Wan had never experienced before. Whenever he had to look up literature, he felt as if Qui-Gon was standing right beside him, commenting on the material, or quizzing him on it.

Qui-Gon would have a lot to say about his paper: Obi-Wan could just picture him making one remark after another, grilling him about every sentence and pointing out every flaw in his argumentation. Obi-Wan would hate every second of it, disagree with Qui-Gon on at least 215 accounts, but in the end, he’d hold his paper in his hands and could say that it had been a job well done indeed.

His Master would be proud.

His Master wasn’t here to see it.

Anakin whimpered.

Obi-Wan looked down at his Padawan again and soothingly ran his fingers through his hair again, sending him reassurance over their bond, hoping his emotions would reach his young charge even when he was asleep. Anakin, for all that he enjoyed talking a lot, was a very quiet child when he wanted to be. He didn’t make a lot of noise when he moved through their quarters, he hardly made any noise when he was sleeping. He didn’t let out a single cry despite the nightmares that must be haunting him now.

Obi-Wan began to hum a melody that had been sung to him in the creche. It was meant to calm children down during or after nightmares. Obi-Wan had always been prone to such, visions of darkness, death, and decay haunting him. Soon after he began singing, his Padawan calmed down and returned to an easy sleep.

Obi-Wan smiled down at Anakin’s form. It was nice that at least one of them could catch a couple of hours of sweet rest.

Sighing, Obi-Wan focused on the text on his datapad and began re-reading his last paragraphs.

He hadn’t typed anything that made any sense for the couple last hours. It was ridiculous.

“I should stop,” Obi-Wan muttered. “This is useless when I’m tired.”

Frustrated, he saved the document and then turned out the datapad, leaving himself in total darkness with only the weight of Anakin as a gentle reminder that he wasn’t truly lonely.

For a moment Obi-Wan contemplated just staying like this and sleeping here. He didn’t want to move, he was semi-comfortable, and Anakin by his side was more than enough comfort.

But he did have a bed with a good mattress, and so did Anakin. As his Master, Obi-Wan should set a good precedent for Anakin and follow healthy habits, avoid falling asleep on the sofa where his neck would make him pay for it in the morning.

Slowly, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin of his lap. The boy grumbled and Obi-Wan froze, not daring to move an inch. He breathed in and out, once twice, but Anakin kept on sleeping, still knocked out. Obi-Wan suppressed a laugh and then stood up in one swift move. Once standing, he cracked his bones and neck so that the stiffness would disappear from his body. If he didn’t take care of his body now, it would come back to haunt him when he attempted any of his usual Ataru sequences.

Not that Obi-Wan had been doing many of those lately. Form IV had become uncomfortable since Naboo, but he had yet to find something easier. A few of the Soresu practitioners had pointed out that he seemed to be well suited to it, but Obi-Wan wasn’t sure.

Sighing yet once more and putting the thought aside for another day, he then turned around to his Padawan and scooped him up in his arms. It was good that Anakin was so small still and didn’t weigh too much. With the boy settled in his arms, drooling on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, he walked past the many datapads spread across the ground and carried Anakin to his room. He opened up the room and danced past the various droid parts carelessly thrown everywhere until he reached Anakin’s bed. With careless use of the Force, he threw back Anakin’s other two blankets before setting the boy down. He considered moving Anakin out of the cocoon to spread out the blankets properly but figured it wasn’t worth the effort. He’d just roll himself up in them again. Instead, he grabbed the two remaining blankets and tugged him in, his covers secured so that no air would get in.

“Good night, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said and turned around to leave.

He had not stepped two feet away from the door when he heard a soft, “Obi?”

Anakin had woken up.

“Yes, Anakin?” Obi-Wan looked at his Padawan again who was now staring at him with his bright blue eyes and the kind of look that Obi-Wan knew he wouldn’t be able to deny him anything.

“Can you sleep here tonight?”

“I-“ Obi-Wan hesitated for a split-second. He had his own bed to return to, one that was made for an adult and not a child, with his own blanket and pillows.

“Sure,” Obi-Wan agreed and kicked off his slippers so he could crawl into bed with Anakin. His Padawan made space for him, but the moment Obi-Wan was also under the covers, Anakin pressed himself against him, somehow already having untangled his limbs from his blankets so he could stick his cold feet and hands beneath Obi-Wan’s war robes. Obi-Wan hissed at the cold contact and shot Anakin a look.

“You are a menace,” he told the boy seriously, but Anakin only giggled, seeing through his ruse.

“Nuhu, I’m cold,” he replied and promptly moved his hands just below Obi-Wan’s ribs where Anakin knew he was ticklish.

Obi-Wan jumped up, all signs of exhaustion were forgotten. Oh, it was on.

“You will regret this!” He declared dramatically and began tickling Anakin, who let out high-pitched shrieks in between his joyful laughs.

“Mercy! Obi-Wan I can’t-” Anakin begged as the rest of his sentence was swallowed by his giggles.

Obi-Wan stopped for a moment and thoughtfully crossed his arms, giving Anakin a minute to recuperate. “Oh? On what grounds!”

“Uuh,” Anakin pouted. “It’s late?” He suggested “And we should sleep. And I won’t make you cold again.”

“That’s a lie,” Obi-Wan pointed out, already knowing that Anakin would stick his freezing hands beneath his shirt.

Anakin shrugged easily and grinned at Obi-Wan. “Yeah.”

Well, at least his Padawan was honest enough to admit to it.

“Alright, let’s sleep then,” Obi-Wan said and laid down again next to Anakin. He pulled the many blankets over them both and wiggled underneath them until he was comfortable. The bed really was a little small for them both, but there was no helping it. Perhaps they should just sleep in Obi-Wan’s the next time.

“Night, Obi-Wan,” Anakin muttered and yawned.

“Good night, Anakin.”

He tugged Anakin’s head under his chin and sooner than he could count, they were asleep.

#star wars #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #fanfic #everything is SOFT #and WHOLESOME #flufftober

[mahizli]

Mission Completed (Artoo & Obi-Wan, 21 BBY)

Art by Nellie Peckham-Cooper - and a late merry Christmas to all of you :)!! I hope you enjoyed those few days and found time to rest. Thanks to all of you reading out there, much love, Meysun.

Part 16 of ‘Sparks of Hope: A Star-Wars Advent Calendar’.

***

Bip-doo-squee.

R2-D2 swayed happily on his two short legs and emitted a few rapid light blinks towards SO-K, who beamed at him.

“Look at that, Master. He really enjoyed it!”

ANI/kin had that small, short laugh R2 could have recognized even without a photoreceptor and patted his round head.

“Artoo is a surprisingly neat Astromech. Of course he enjoys being cleaned – just like you, Master.”

Brown-and-cream OB-1 just huffed at that and R2 bleep-yupped right back at him, because that humanoid could be as fussy as 3PO whenever something was not right with his armour/clothes/boots/hair.

“I don’t enjoy being cleaned, per se”, OB-1 replied, grey eyes resting thoughtfully on R2. “Rather being clean.”

Wheeeez-same, in R2’s point of view he had no qualms to share, making SO-K laugh heartily.

“He’s not wrong, Master Obi-Wan. He thinks you are splitting hairs.”

Uh-uh, R2 emitted, somewhat perplexed, because OB-1’s hair looked just fine. Well, sweaty, messy and full of the sand SO-K had finally scrubbed out of his circuits – but certainly not split.

“It’s a phrase, Artoo”, ANI/kin supplied. “It means he is playing with words.”

Bleep-doo-whirrrr-bip-do.

OB-1 sighed, and once more R2 wondered how it could be that ANI had no difficulties whatsoever to translate his sounds, while someone as gifted with languages as OB-1 never seemed to understand a single bleep.

“Mhm, Artoo. That’s what negotiators do indeed.”

R2 swayed proudly once more, but OB-1 rubbed his face, smearing red sand on his forehead, blinking tiredly.

“I do not feel like we negotiated much, here. It just felt like an endless chase consisting of lightsaber fights, explosions, and improvising.”

“Oh, come on, Master, where’s your sense of fun?”, ANI shot at him, poking him in the ribs and rubbing a large hand through his mop of hair, causing some sand to fall on the cream fabric shielding OB-1’s shoulders.

“Buried under copper sand”, OB-1 answered, making SO-K snort.

“I think Master Kenobi is worn out by your antics, Master”, she observed, fondly rubbing R2’s head. “I think he’d like for things to go by the plan at least once, am I wrong, Master Kenobi?”

“Never, my dear”, OB-1 answered, shaking his head. “Fortunately, I let go of those dreams long ago. And now, if you would excuse me, I have a reputation of a fussy Master to uphold – so I might as well try the sonics.”

He soon glided out of the cockpit, leaving SO-K and ANI bickering, as usual.

“My antics, seriously, Snips? You triggered the first explosion, or am I wrong?”

“And who decided that Master Obi-Wan was taking too long and chose to barge in, destroying half the ceiling, Skyguy?”

“Hey, he was in trouble, as kriffing usual!”

“Maybe, but sometimes you forget that Master Kenobi…”

A soft voice echoed from behind the small ship, annoyance and fondness clearly fighting for dominion.

“… can hear you perfectly, despite the sonic.”

Bleep-whirr-boom, R2 quipped, and ANI gave him a soft tap on the leg.

“No need to sound so smug, Artoo. Now close that door for us, so that we can go on arguing in peace.”

R2 promptly obeyed, ever happy to oblige, but when he turned around, he was surprised to find a somewhat pensive expression on ANI’s face.

“You really think he was displeased with us, Snips?”

SO-K let herself fall into one of the cockpit’s seats, allowing her legs to bounce up in the air once, before she leaned back, hands gracefully cradling the armrests. She took her time answering, small face frowning slightly, and R2 rolled up to her, gently bleeping encouragements.

“No”, SO-K answered. “He gets all tight and narrow in the Force, whenever he’s upset with us. And it never lasts. I think… I think he’s just tired. But it’s hard to tell, with Master Kenobi. His shields are just so kriffing strong.”

“Language, Snips.”, ANI quipped, almost mechanically, sliding into the other seat. “He feels a bit off, is all…”

R2 wheez-sighed. Sometimes humanoids were just so slow.

Bleep. Whirr. Tap.

When he finally got ANI’s attention, he turned on his holoprojector, and the thin, graceful silhouette of a light-haired woman filled the space between them, slowly pirouetting like a dancer as the silvery projection spun.

“Wait… Isn’t that Duchess S-“

“Shh, Snips. Artoo, turn it off. And thanks for the input, buddy.”

R2 promptly sucked the image back inside his memory, while ANI tapped the back of his mechanic knuckle against his teeth.

“They were involved, no matter what he says. That much is clear. But Master Obi-Wan would never let that come between him and the Jedi, Snips. Still… it has just been two weeks since she headed back. I guess that’s why he feels so strange.”

“Poor Master Obi-Wan”, SO-K sighed. “She’s so cool and calm and icy. No wonder shouts and explosions and fights feel a bit much, right now. But what can we do, Master?”

“Well… I guess we just… let him be?”

ANI’s face was somewhat sheepish, and SO-K sighed.

“Oh come on, Master! He needs to feel we care! Is that really all you can think of? Come here, Artoo. Good boy. Sweetie.”

R2 whir-purred, small head spinning in adoration, because SO-K was always so nice him, just like Pod-ME. Sometimes she even reminded him of her.

“Listen to me, Artoo. You are going to wheel yourself right into Master Obi-Wan’s room. And then – open that little compartment of yours, that’s a good boy. Here. You give him that ration bar. And you make sure he makes himself a cup of tea. Here’s a teabag. Master Luminara told me once he likes that brand, so I packed some.”

“Well, aren’t you a sneaky little… And what did you pack for me, Snips?!”

“Oh, come on, Master! What about rations, and spare cables for your hand? Oh, and let’s not forget those woollen socks you are always so enthusiastic about? Should I go on, Skyguy?”

R2 did not wait to hear the end of their twenty-second argument of the day, and promptly wheeled himself away, because SO-K had given him a mission, and R2 loved missions.

The door towards OB-1’s room was slightly ajar, but when R2 peered inside using his periscope, OB-1 had already slipped into clean clothes and was busy folding the sandy ones into a small, neat pile.

Blee-whizz-in?

“You do know that I have trouble understanding you, little one?”, OB-1 sighed, but his eyes were kind and R2 gently swayed towards his hip, rubbing his head against his thigh.

“I don’t like droids, you know. They make me uncomfortable”, OB-1 went on, yet his hand found R2’s head, rubbing him exactly where one of his connexions’ always sparked, making him wheeze gently with delight.

“You, however, are something else”, OB-1 added, and R2 opened his compartment, handing him the ration bar, watching his clear eyes soften even more.

Doo-be-tea.

One of his mechanic arms slowly unfolded and R2 flipped the switch of the small kettle, placing the teabag carefully in the lonely cup stored beneath.

“I see. And I’d better follow your instructions, I presume?”

Bleep.

R2 liked cream-and-brown OB-1, even though he was not especially droid-friendly. One could understand, after all. That circuit-coughing GRIEVOUS was not a nice one to be around, and neither were most of his troops.

So he gently whirred, and tapped OB-1’s hip, until his friend caved in, sitting on the narrow cot, unwrapping the ration bar and folding his hands around the cup, closing his eyes, allowing his shoulders to slump.

And then, R2 left, happily. Letting out two chirping sound that could be translated as “Mission Completed”.

#star wars #the clone wars #fanfiction #r2d2 #artoo #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #fluff #comfort #artoo is the best #sweet lineage feels #merry christmas

[sushiburritonoms]

28. knocking on the wrong door au Qui & Obi or QuiObi, dealer's choice...

Happy Birthday, Dark! I finally finished this one! It's been 5000 years since I last saw the Prequels and even longer since I took a Philosophy course, but I hope this still works for you.

28. Knocking on the wrong door

The soft pacing footsteps outside of his door, followed by the hesitant knock made Professor Qui-Gon Jinn immediately think, ‘lower-division undergrad, come to bargain’. Probably someone from his Existentialist Philosophy course. He usually starts to receive visitors to his tiny corner of the basement of the Amidala Humanities Center when they’re forced to grapple with Kierkegaard in the midterm essay. It’s not office hours, but he’s never been able to turn a pathetic first year away.

“Come in.”

Instead of a nervous-looking 19-year-old, he is surprised to see a strikingly handsome man dressed impeccably in a navy pinstripe suit with a tasteful lavender tie cautiously peeking into his messy office. The man has auburn hair, brushed neatly across his forehead, and a well-maintained beard. The beard made Qui-Gon think ‘university administrator’, aided by the lost look of his blue eyes.

“Hello there,” said the man, “I hope I’m not disturbing you.” The man had a soft voice with an accent--British perhaps?

“Not at all,” he replied as he carefully placed his worn leather bookmark to save his place in his book.

“I hate to barge in like this,” said the other man, even if he’s doing the very opposite of it, with most of his body politely behind the frame of Qui-Gon’s door. “But I’m looking for the Chair of Philosophy, Professor Windu? I was told his office was on this floor?”

“Ah! Mace is just down the hallway, four doors from here,” Qui-Gon said, sitting back in his chair. “Take a right, another right at the water fountain, then the corridor narrows, and at Professor Mundi’s office, turn left. Mind you don’t go too far or you’ll reach Theological Studies and you’ll never be seen again.”

The man chuckles. “My word, this building is a maze. I should have brought breadcrumbs so I could find my way out again. Thank you, Professor...ah…” the man leaned back and checked his door. “Dooku?”

“That would be my former esteemed colleague,” Qui-Gon corrected. “Administration failed to change the doorplate when I moved in and I have no compunction to correct them.”

“I see.” Qui-Gon could see the wheels turning in the young man’s head as he took in Qui-Gon’s crowded and messy office, crammed packed with books, his many office plants, and other odds and ends he’s collected over the years. “And when did Professor Dooku retire exactly?”

“Hmmm about 13 years ago now, I should say,” he replied thoughtfully. Ah his old mentor, he missed the irritable Master. Always threatening to take over the department in the name of Schopenhauerian pessimism.

“And you’ve never changed the name on the door?” The man looked amused now, crossing his hands over his chest. The navy of his suit made his eyes sparkle. Even the ghastly light of the basement corridor failed to dim their splendor. In front of Qui-Gon was a perfect simulacrum of the traditional British gentleman, and he did have quite the fondness for the old country. Qui-Gon suddenly found himself almost wishing he had a modern phone with a camera so he could capture the beauty of the moment. Almost.

“And make it easy for the first years to find me? I should think not,” Qui-Gon said with a real smile. “Finding my office is a rite of passage in the department and it helps weed out the uncommitted.”

The man laughed openly now, a wonderful sound that reminded him of the University Tower bells. “Well then, I dare say I’ve passed as well.”

“Ah, you weren’t looking for me and you don’t know who I am,” Qui-Gon said with a shake of his finger. “It's not a true experience.”

“Perhaps, but I would have searched for you eventually. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He finally introduced himself and stepped past Qui-Gon’s threshold to hold out his hand. “I’m the Visiting Professor from King’s.”

Qui-Gon rose and shook Obi-Wan’s hand. “Qui-Gon Jinn. I didn’t know we had an open position,” he admitted. “My apologies, Professor Kenobi.”

“Just Obi-Wan is fine. I didn’t think I saw you at my presentation.”

Obi-Wan had soft hands but a surprisingly strong, confident handshake. Qui-Gon’s own hand was slow to withdraw. “I’m afraid I’m notoriously absent at department events.”

“Is that so?” A smirk tugged at Obi-Wan’s mouth. “A hidden office, absent at hiring. I don’t suppose you attend the required department meetings I was told about?”

“Not since I received Full Professorship,” he admitted.

“Hmm, a pity. I was hoping I’d get the chance to meet my new colleagues. I’ve nothing else to do at the moment since I’ve arrived mid-semester.”

Was the man fluttering his eyelashes at him? Qui-Gon was so very out of practice at flirting but he was sure he never felt such heat from any of their other new hires before (not that he remembered them). There was a magnetism to Professor Kenobi, he couldn’t deny that. The suit, the accent, and the way he looked at Qui-Gon like he was the most fascinating thing in the room (and he had quite the impressive collection of bromeliads and fiddle leaf figs in his office!). It was quite flattering...and it had been too long since he’d enjoyed the company of his fellow faculty. He was content to ignore them all, especially Mace, but perhaps this young professor would be more tolerant of his eccentricities? After all, a visiting position was just a year or two, it wasn’t like this man was going to interrupt his life too badly.

“Perhaps after you’ve checked in with the Chair, you’ll have time for some lunch?”

Obi-Wan tilted an eyebrow at him. “It’s 3:30 pm.”

Ah. Not like he got much light in the basement. “Early Dinner? Actually, by the time Mace has finished detailing your contact, it’ll be almost breakfast time. ”

“I should hope not,” Obi-Wan laughed. “I’m still on London time--”

Was that a no? “Then I shan’t keep you any longer,” he said with a sigh. Perhaps he had misread the younger man.

“You didn’t let me finish, Professor,” said Obi-Wan with a shy smile. “I was going to say, my body clock is so out of sync, I could eat at any time.”

“...Well then, that’s settled,” Qui-Gon said slowly. “Please feel free to come back when Mace is finished with you. I look forward to hearing your perspective on his unique outlook on Academia.”

“Oh dear, I’m beginning to think I’m in over my head,” Obi-Wan laughed.

‘Me too,’ thought Qui-Gon with a tiny flutter stirring his chest.

--

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#Qui-Gon is the professor that you'd love to spent more time with if only you could ever find him #The only one who can find Qui is professor emeritus Yoda who just won't fucking leave #He's outlasted four University Presidents and is determined to outlast President Mon Mothma #If he can survive President Palpatine's dissemination of the Arts and Letters College he can survive whatever trend Mothma jumps on #They don't need a diversity counsel #nobody even knows what race Professor Yoda is #He is immortal and will lecture your children's children #qui gon/obi wan #sbficlets

[wonderlandleighleigh]

He gets back to the Temple late. Beat up and exhausted only to be pulled into the Council chambers by Yoda. 

“Save Obi-Wan, you must.” 

Anakin Skywalker frowns deeply, alarm bells ringing in his head as he quickly reaches out through their bond to find his former master.

And all he finds his grief. 

“What happened?” 

Yoda sighs deeply. “Gone to Mandalore, he has. To help the the Duchess. Wrong, I fear it has gone. Dead is Maul. Dead is the Duchess.” 

Anakin nods quickly. “I’ll take my ship, and-” 

“Taken it first, Obi-Wan has.” 

Anakin takes a deep breath; a worried breath. He’d been making repairs between missions. It hadn’t been in much of a state to fly. 

And it isn’t as if Obi-Wan likes flying.

He rubs his face. “Karke.” 

***** 

Landing on Mandalore is surprisingly easy. Sundari seems so quiet, and Anakin can feel that things are not right. 

“Jedi.” 

He turns, finding a woman in Mando armor behind him, her red hair messy, her face dirty. 

“I’m here for Master Kenobi.” 

“I figured,” she tells him. “Go get your friend before he does anymore damage.” 

“Damage...”

“He’s locked himself in the throne room of the Sundari palace,” she says. “With Maul’s body. And he’s not alone”

Anakin frowns, and runs. 

#Anakin Skywalker #Obi-Wan Kenobi #fic #au

[stylesluxx]

attachments – a.skywalker

[warnings: angst]

summary: in which y/n realizes why attachments are forbidden

word count: 2,706

masterlist

You and Anakin grew up together, kind of. He came when he was older but you were there for as long as you could remember. When you met Anakin, he was a bright-eyed 10-year old that immediately captured your attention. If you were honest, you were tired of the other younglings you had to spend time with and seeing a fresh face made you happy. You and Anakin quickly became best friends and grew nearly inseparable.

This was something the council noticed and they did everything they could to prevent the two of you from becoming too attached, but that failed. The only things that kept you two apart were sleep and missions but no matter how long you were apart, the bond remained the same.

Surprisingly, you made the first move and kissed Anakin. You realized you liked him after your friend, Canna, pointed out that you look at him way different than you look at her. It started as a joke, she was pretending to be jealous of the relationship Anakin had with you, but you started to think about it. Despite it being frowned upon, you were attached to Anakin. He was always there for you. He was there when you failed the Trial of Insight and helped you get a second chance. You had given up and were okay with joining the Service Corps but he practically begged Master Yoda and even helped train you.

"I can't do this without my best friend," was his reason for doing what he did.

"Y/N, I was totally kidding. You knew him before you even got close to me, it's fine," Canna snapped you out of your daze.

"I know," You laughed, trying to cover up that you hand an entire epiphany within seconds. "I think Anakin is leaving tomorrow, so I'm going to go see him. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, I'll be at your door at 7:00 sharp!" She told you and pointed a stern finger at you.

You nodded and stood from the couch in her apartment and quickly made your way out. You practically ran to Anakin's room and gave the door a quick knock before letting yourself in.

"Hey!" He smiled and watched you enter the room.

You walked over to him, nervous, yet confident, and took his face in your hands and kissed him. You pulled away before he could even register what was happening and took a step back. You couldn't even look him in his eyes, you were staring at your feet and fiddling with your thumbs.

"I-I know we're not supposed to have any attachments as Jedi, but I think we both know we broke that rule a while ago. And... and I was talking with Canna and I really like you Anakin, like more than platonically," You rambled, nervously. You didn't want him to talk, you didn't want to hear him reject you just yet.

"That was unexpected," He spoke up.

You looked up at him and saw a shy smile on his face. Anakin was never shy. The last time you saw a shy Anakin was the very first time you met him.

"If you don't feel the same way, it's okay," You spoke, barely above a whisper.

He took a while before letting out a breath. "I do. I do feel the same way. I'm just... shocked. Didn't think you'd have the balls," He chuckled.

You blushed and nodded your head shyly. "So you're off to Naboo tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'll be back soon. Hopefully, you'll be here when I get back? We can have dinner?"

"Hopefully," You nodded. "I'll see you soon?"

"See you soon," He nodded and gave you one last peck on the lips.

You smiled and turned to leave the room, proud of yourself and pleased with the outcome.

While Anakin was away you spent a lot of time training, trying to keep your focus on becoming a better Guardian. You spent hours on end training with Canna and meditating. You figured if you were going to break the rules, you might as well compensate for it.

And when Anakin came back, you did the same things but you split the time so you could be with him. When he and Obi-Wan came back with Senator Amidala, you knew something was off with him. It wasn't your connection to the Force, just intuition.

"Y/N, meet Padmé. Padmé, this is Y/N," Anakin introduced you guys.

His eyes stayed on you for a short amount of time before turning to Padmé's petite figure. It was as if he were star struck.

"It's lovely to meet you, Senator. I've heard great things," You smiled.

"Same here Master Y/L/N, and you can just call me Padmé; any friend of Ani's is a friend of mine," She spoke sweetly and looked up him with bright eyes which he returned.

"Then I'm just Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Padmé but I've got a meeting to run to. I'll see you both later?" You hummed happily and walked off.

—

"I don't know Canna, she seemed nice enough. It's just... Anakin," You mumbled, still trying to process.

"Well, he's always been a weird one," She shrugged. "And aren't they like old friends or something? They met while he was still on Tatooine? I don't know how anyone could live on that planet for that long," She rambled and made a face of disgust.

"And Empress Teta is any better?" You teased.

"Ten times better. I barely even remember it and I know that much. But seriously, don't let this Anakin thing distract you. He's still your 'BFF' and you're still his," She tried to comfort you.

"Yeah, I know," You nodded. "Thanks, Cann."

—

You walked toward Anakin's room and let yourself in, nothing new. You heard the shower water running and scrawled out on his couch.

"Y/N?" He called from the bathroom.

"Yeah, it's me," You responded.

He came out after his shower fully dressed and sat next to you. He lifted your legs and put them on his lap before giving you a pinch on your calf.

"Ouch you idiot," You laughed and moved your legs off of him.

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around you and pecked your forehead.

"How are you? How are you feeling?" You asked him gently.

"I feel pretty good. How are you? How was your day?"

"I'm okay, feeling a little off but that's normal."

"Oh wow, I couldn't tell," He mumbled slowly.

"That's a first," You nodded. "You feel off though. Is everything alright with Padmé?"

"Padmé? Since when was this about her?" He questioned, eyes narrowed.

"Ever since it was your mission to protect her..?"

"Oh, um, everything's going fine. But you know what, I have an early day tomorrow, so I'll see you then?"

"Yeah... see you tomorrow," You nodded.

He kissed your cheek one more time before letting you stand up and leave.

—

"Utapau was absolutely dreadful," Canna groaned as she walked you to your room.

"You say that about every planet," You laughed and shook your head.

"Okay, well every planet, that isn't Empress Teta, sucks," She shrugged. "One sun, three moons... can it get any better?"

You and Canna had a mission on Utapau and you were supposed to be there for two weeks but everything went smoothly so you were back a week early.

You missed Anakin, you always did when you were separated. But ever since you felt there was something off about him, you craved to be in his presence more. You wanted to help him get better.

"I think I'm going to go see Anakin, so it looks like I'm walking you to your room," You told Canna.

"Oh, that reminds me! Did you speak to him before you left?"

"Uh, yeah I did. It was weird. I asked him if everything was going well with Padmé and he got sort of defensive? I don't know but it was weird."

"Maybe Master Kenobi needs to talk to him. You know, or an authoritative figure," She shrugged. "But this is my stop. See you in the morning?"

"See you in the morning," You nodded and walked to Anakin's room a few doors down.

You arrived and let yourself in, nothing new. You figured Anakin would be happy to see you, especially since you were back early.

You quietly opened the door and walked in without making a sound. You looked around and saw he wasn't in his bed or on the couch and you didn't hear the shower running.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you walked through the dimly lit room. You walked over to the balcony and noticed two figures standing side by side. The taller figure was Anakin, you could tell by the messy hair. His arm was wrapped around someone's waist and you took in the luxurious gown they wore and their hair cascading down their back. And it wasn't until they turned to reach up and kiss Anakin that you noticed who it was.

It was an instinct to quickly turn and leave. As a Jedi, you wanted to confront the situation head-on, but as a normal human with feelings and emotions, you wanted to run from your problems. And you did. You let your feelings overpower your Jedi training and you quickly left the room unseen.

The second you entered your room, you allowed your heart to drop and shatter in the pit of your stomach. You allowed yourself to punch a wall and kick things over. You allowed yourself to get hot and full of rage before letting yourself get cold in sadness.

You sat at the edge of your bed and kicked your shoes off, tossing your weapon and cloak on the floor. You couldn't be bothered to care about anything.

You allowed yourself to shed a tear and crawl under your covers before bawling your eyes out. You allowed yourself to be hurt and full of resentment and devastation.

You allowed yourself to do this because you knew as soon as it was 7:00 the next morning, you'd have to tuck it all inside you and put on a brave face. You have to be Y/N Y/L/N, the Jedi Knight without any attachments.

"Good morning, Y/N," Canna greeted you as you walked out of your room.

"Morning," You nodded and spoke with a neutral tone.

"How'd last night go?" She asked, pulling herself off the wall.

"Let's get breakfast, yeah?" You changed the subject and walked ahead of her.

She sighed and followed after you to the dining hall.

"Morning Y/N, Canna. You're back early," Obi-Wan greeted kindly.

"Morning," You nodded and walked off to get food, leaving Canna to talk to him.

You got a plate and filled it with your favorite foods before going to sit at an empty table. Canna joined you and tried to make conversation but you'd only respond with one-worded responses.

"Y/N, you're back early," Anakin spoke in shock once he saw you.

He walked over to your table, Padmé not far behind him.

"It was an easy mission," You responded nonchalantly.

"You didn't come to visit me when you came back. How come?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

This made Canna look at you confused, eyes narrowed.

"I was tired and it was late, didn't want to be a bother."

"Well, it's lovely to see you again Y/N," Padmé spoke up.

"The feeling is mutual, Senator," You nodded and set your fork down. "I've got to go, I need to train."

"We just got here!" Canna protested.

"You didn't even eat your food," Anakin pointed out.

"I'll be in the sparring room when you're ready Canna," You said and stood up.

You grabbed your plate and dumped it before making your way out the dining hall and to the sparring room.

You arrived and it was empty, which made sense because of how early it was. This was the perfect time to practice yet Canna wasn't here.

You stood in front of a mirror and took your lightsaber in your hand. You let yourself feel the embarrassment and emptiness from last night. Your lightsaber glowed blue but for a minute you imagined it was red. You pictured the white robes as black and a cloak that covered the entirety of your face and glowing yellow eyes. A cloak that could mask the hurt you felt.

You blinked quickly and stumbled out of your daze. You backed away from the mirror and put your weapon away before stumbling out of the room. You were shocked and disappointed by what you saw. You thought it'd be best if you went to your room and spent the day alone, where you couldn't hurt anyone if your mind decided to roam some more.

You spent the day meditating, connecting with the force, and attempting to deal with your inner strife.

You were interrupted by a gentle knock before you heard footsteps approach you from behind.

"What do you need, Anakin?" You asked bluntly.

"What's wrong Y/N?" He spoke gently.

"Nothing, I feel fine. I actually feel much more at peace," You lied, your eyes still shut, not bothering to give him any attention.

"I felt it."

"You felt wha-"

"I felt your heart break," He cut out off.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You came to my room last night," He kept speaking, ignoring anything you had to say. "You saw us. I felt it but when I looked you weren't in the room."

You felt yourself getting annoyed. Annoyed with his voice, his presence, just everything about him.

"I love you, Y/N."

"You don't. So stop," You retorted, a snarl on your face.

You heard him walk around you so he now stood in front of you.

"As a friend, yes I do-"

Your eyes snapped open in rage, ready to tell him off.

"You. Do. Not. Even as a friend, you don't. If you felt what you say you felt, you would've come after me. You would've found me and talked to me. If you did, you would've been honest with me from the start. But you chose to pity me and look where it got us."

"Y/N, please-"

"No attachments. We learned that at a very young age and we broke the rule by the time we were 11. We're 19. I'm ready to be an adult and follow the rules. So just go, Anakin."

"O-okay," He nodded and left looking defeated.

It didn't feel good doing that to your best friend of nine years but you knew it needed to be done.

—

"Jedi Y/L/N, we've had people tell us something felt off about you. Is there anything we can help you with?" Master Windu spoke to you much kinder than he's used to.

"I've strayed from the Jedi way, Master. I need to be honest with you all so I can get back on track," You gulped nervously but kept your head up. “I've had an attachment for years now and thought there was nothing wrong with that until a week ago. I now understand why Jedi are not supposed to grow too attached to anything. When it's ripped from you, you fill with sadness and anger and that only leads you to darkness. I now know that first hand."

You watched Anakin flinch in the corner of your eye, making you look down at your shoes, feeling ashamed.

"I've had thoughts about the dark side but I've been meditating and trying to let go of the feelings I've been feeling. I'm ready to get back to myself and I'll do anything you'll ask me to. I'm dedicating my life to the Jedi."

"Thank you for your honesty," Master Mundi spoke up.

You nodded and lifted your head to look at them all.

"We'll see you back here in a week. During this time, keep meditating. You're a promising Jedi, Y/N."

"Thank you, Masters," You spoke gratefully and started to walk out.

You wanted to look back at Anakin but you knew that would only lead you back down a dark path. You had to keep going forward and not look back, no matter what.

[AN: this is the longest piece I’ve ever written (I think) and I’m proud of myself. I really liked this piece but anyway, my requests are open]

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[stardustndice]

——A Fire Exit. A Sword-Fight. An Overdue Discussion.

Part 2 of 2 of an FBI AU Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader Story. Read Part 1 Here.

a/n: It’s finally here! I’m so sorry this took so long, everyone. I’ve been so busy figuring out plans for my freshman year of college and I graduated high school! Very exciting. Anyways, please enjoy the final part, I’m very proud of it. Props to @hellotherekenobi​ for spawning this fic. Couldn’t have done it without ya.

tag list (either you asked to be tagged or I like your writing a whole lot): @kaminobiwan​ @karasong​ @morganas-pendragons​ (if you want to be tagged in future fics, lmk!)

warnings: mention of blood, minor violence, some hot stuff near the end ;)

“Because she isn’t you.”

You thought it was impossible to have the air knocked out of your lungs without having been pushed onto the ground. Evidently not.

Your heart feels like it’s about to tear itself out of your chest and blood is rushing to your cheeks as thousands of possibilities sprint across your thoughts. Every time you’d seen him in the past, scanned his face, or gazed at him when his back was turned, you always assumed he didn’t feel the same way, that you didn’t deserve someone so kind, so hardworking, so passionate about protecting the innocent. To your surprise and excitement, you were wrong.

Another shriek from the hostage wrenches you out of your daydreaming. The Negotiator steps into view of the abductor, but not before nodding at the collection of terrified patrons huddled near the bar and meeting your eyes. You get the gist and begin to step towards them, avoiding the neon spotlights shining from the ceiling. Scanning the room quickly, a fire exit catches your eye on the other end of the bar, just a short distance from the room Orwen expected you to ‘service’ him in.

“Rheva, I need you to talk to me,” you hear Kenobi say calmly. His shockingly calm demeanor when negotiating never fails to shock you but you still feel an ounce of worry at his seemingly nonchalant tone in these situations. “What happened?”

You can’t afford to turn around as you begin leading partiers out of the exit. You don’t want to know the possible carnage that could ensue in the event that such a delicate position is compromised.

“You think I’m an idiot, Kenobi?” someone sneers, you assume Rheva. “No one wears a fucking suit and tie to Kina’s, not unless they’re looking for something.” You hear an exasperated sigh from your partner and you suppress a giggle. As they continue speaking, a Togruta gives you a look of shock, probably at your giggling during a hostage situation. You shoo him to the exit. Once everyone besides a few stiff, armed guards remain, you turn to see how Obi Wan is doing, moving silently until you’re merely a few steps behind him.

“I know you’re looking for me. You and your pretty little friend,” Rheva spits, gesturing to you with her knife. At this point, the hostage, a girl who looks to be in her early twenties, is hysterical. Tears are streaming down her face and she’s frantically looking between you and Obi Wan, desperate for eye contact. Despite his deescalation expertise, you see Obi Wan tense slightly at Rheva’s not-so-fond nickname for you.

“Rheva, we’re looking for Sarek, not you. Has he done something to you?” Obi asks softly, cautiously taking a step forward. Almost imperceptibly, Rheva starts to shake, her grip on the knife becoming weaker. Both you and your partner notice. Your partner’s patience is thicker than yours, though, as he spots you itching to quickly diffuse the situation.

“He can’t...if I tell you, I’m dead!” she shrieks. Obi Wan’s brows furrow. This is new information. If Sarek has been telling whomever he sleeps with about his plans, then you’ve had everything you need without even knowing it.

“Tell us what?” you chime in, taking a step to stand at Kenobi’s side. You hear a clatter behind you and you turn quickly, pistol drawn. A trandoshan hisses and licks his fangs, the last thing you glimpse before someone hits you in the back of your head and the world goes dark.

Someone poking your cheek gently rouses you into the conscious world. You groan lazily until a harsh slap hits your cheek. At that, the world rushes into your brain like ice water dumped on a drunk sorority girl. After several rapid blinks to clear your cloudy vision, you whip your head towards the source of the hit.

Sarek grants you a sinister grin, his lizard tongue darting out to sound a signature trandoshan hiss. It doesn’t take long for you to realize that your hands are tied behind your chair with zip ties. A spark of hope flies in your chest.

Sarek will regret not using handcuffs later.

It’s not long before that spark is snuffed out and replaced with a venomous anger. A grunt sounds from behind Sarek and your eyes dart away from his pale golden eyes. Obi Wan is in the same predicament, although his left eye is now outlined in a garish, swelling plum. As your blood boils you look around for an escape route. Nothing adorns the dusty concrete walls besides cracks and mold, so you assume however Sarek entered the room is out of your line of sight.

“Maybe your friend isn’t as tight-lipped as you, Kenobi,” Sarek drones, and you wrench your head away when he drags a claw down your jaw. A cry escapes you when he grasps your hair and yanks your head back towards him. It’s truly painful, though, when he steps aside, still holding your hair, to show your partner. When you make eye contact with him, ashamed, his eyes widen and his mouth opens barely, only to be replaced immediately by an angry mask. “Don’t touch her, Sarek.”

“And why not? What exactly are you going to do about it tied to a chair?” Sarek giggles maniacally, his back to you but you’re sure he’s baring his teeth grotesquely.

As quietly as possible, you begin to shimmy your hands, now in fists, out of the zip tie. It stabs into your wrists, but adrenaline and determination push you to keep pulling and twisting. Your partner notices your efforts and focuses on Sarek. He takes a leap of faith.

“We have Kaiela.”

For a moment you pause, your head shooting up to raise a shocked brow at Obi Wan, but he doesn’t return your gaze, and you quickly resume your task, praying that his risky bluff won’t get the both of you executed. You’re not too worried; Obi Wan has a 100% success rate at life-or-death mission improv thus far.

“If you let us go, we’ll give you two a happy little reunion,” Obi snarks. Time passes as Sarek stares down at Obi Wan, who huffs a strand of hair out of his eyes, all the while maintaining Sarek’s gaze. You’ve nearly wrangled yourself out of the zip ties when Sarek’s cackle makes your heart drop. “Oh, Kenobi, you handsome idiot,” he drawls and leans forward, whispering loudly “she’s with me.”

Everything happens at once. The zip ties snap apart and you lunge for Sarek right as he turns to smirk at you. His smile vanishes and you deliver a powerful blow to his solar plexus and he crumples gracelessly to the ground. Your eyes narrow when you notice an empty sheath for a small knife on his waist and look at Obi Wan. The world screeches to a halt for the second time tonight when you see a knife sticking out of his stomach. You spring up to inspect his wound and he winces when you touch the handle. Taking it out would make matters much worse. “Christ, I’m glad you never became a doctor,” he mumbles while you snatch another knife from Sarek’s inventory.

“We don’t have much time. He’ll only be out for another minute or so. We have to leave. Were you conscious when he dragged us in here?” you ask. Obi Wan nods and looks somewhere behind you. Once you follow his gaze after cutting him free, you see a large metal door. It takes some effort, but you manage to help him limp out the door only to groan upon seeing Sarek’s garishly-decorated office. A gold chandelier hangs from the marble ceiling and plush fur rugs are piled on top of each other in a seating area by the exit, you assume to whatever ‘jail’ the two of you were dragged here from. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of the starlit harbor, the ocean peacefully rolling into wooden pillars holding up the dock.

Halfway across the room: that’s how far you get before you wince upon hearing a metal slam and reptilian growl from behind you. You’re surprised when Obi Wan stands on his own to turn to Sarek, determined. Sarek, however, is not nearly as composed. Both of you sidestep Sarek’s messy charge, but you tense when he quickly pulls out...a sword? If it wasn’t for your partner slowly bleeding out and how painful your heels are getting, you'd laugh, but Sarek holds the blade to Obi Wan’s throat and backs him into the burgundy wallpaper in front of you.

By the grace of the gods, you spot an atrocious-looking display to your left, holding a gaudy and intricate broadsword. The rug helps muffle your footsteps, and the sword smoothly slides out of its mount. It’s surprisingly light and you whirl around to see Obi Wan struggling to push Sarek away. With all the strength of an MLB pitcher, you hurl the broadsword into the wall to his right. The blade sinks into the wall with a solid thunk and the practically-bedazzled handle wobbles back and forth next to Kenobi’s head. He then offers a sly grin that releases a cage of butterflies in your abdomen and yanks the sword out of the wall and brandishes it out in front of him. Sarek leaps back in the nick of time, nearly getting sliced in the belly.

You suddenly get an odd feeling of déjà vu.

Stress festers in the pit of your stomach as you watch Obi Wan and Sarek dance around each other, composing a metal rhythm as they lunge for the other’s vital organs. Sarek’s knife is still lodged in Obi Wan’s stomach and you fidget. “Please be careful,” you yell halfheartedly over the clanging, “You do remember your stab wound, don’t you?” Obi Wan glances over at you for a split second and gives you a cheeky grin. “Are you sure I’ve been stabbed? I hardly feel a thing!” he puffs, ducking under a particularly clumsy swing from Sarek. You roll your eyes but the duel escalates quickly when the exit bangs open harshly, and in piles an assortment of trandoshans, each of them wielding a firearm of some kind.

A snicker sounds from Obi Wan’s opponent. Kenobi drops the broadsword and backs away from Sarek and his rapidly-advancing cohorts. Tension has clogged the room at this point. It’s silent until Obi grabs a heavy-looking vase and unceremoniously chucks it at the window. Before you know it, he’s wrapped an arm around your waist and takes one, two, three steps and leaps out into the air above the water. You shriek and clutch at the back of Obi Wan’s suit jacket, shutting your eyes tight and bracing yourself for the icy plunge.

It never comes. Instead, a loud thump rattles your bones and forces your eyes open. The first thing you notice is that Obi Wan is still holding onto you. More importantly, he’s rubbing circles into your back to try and help you relax. You scramble gracelessly off of him and look around. A consistent dripping noise echoes around the space and you discover that somehow you’re in an open space under Sarek’s office, which was sticking out from the building and over the water like a sore thumb. Your eyes trace a long black wire leading from the edge of the building to your location. You squint at Obi Wan. “There’s no way you could’ve known that wire would be there.”

He chuckles. “I was fully prepared to go for a swim before I spotted it. It would’ve been a pity to ruin such a nice dress.” You stick your tongue out at him and he softly jabs you in the waist, eliciting a very mature squeak from you. Once he winces from laughter your face softens. “Let’s get you to a corner store and grab a first aid kit. If you’ve gone this long without passing out from blood loss the knife must not have punctured anything vital,” you tell him, gently touching his abdomen. He’s silent and you look up at him to see him...avoiding your gaze? You realize you’re still touching him and jerk your hand away like you’d just burned it.

“Are you worried about me?” he laughs, beaming. In retaliation (and to hide your glowing cheeks), you move to support Obi Wan and begin to lead him out towards the street, purposely looking as far away from him as possible.

“We can buy a first aid kit at the corner store and perhaps grab a bite to eat at Dex’s?” Obi Wan suggests. You nod and the two of you walk/limp to your destination.

On the sidewalk outside of Dex’s Diner, Obi Wan sits patiently, waiting for you to bring out food. You both had decided not to eat inside the restaurant and scare the customers with Obi looking so banged up. You’d carefully cleaned and stitched up his wound, and all the while he stared down at you, bewildered by your concentration and skill.

He’d come to terms with his feelings a long time ago, only now he’s scared you don’t feel the same way. You’d always treated him like a brother, as much as it irked him sometimes. Too many times you’d come very close to catching him gazing lovingly at you while you cut down mobsters and the like. It was becoming more difficult by the day to keep his heart from tumbling out of his lips, to keep the dam shut.

His chest clenches as the memory of your pained and frightened face in Sarek’s grasp resurfaces. It cleaved straight through his soul. At that moment, he gives himself a task: he’ll make sure that you never have to be that scared again, even if it kills him.

He is torn from his thoughts when the bell at the door of the diner chimes and you take a seat on the curb beside him, a hand offering him a Shawda club sandwich. He groans in happiness and you laugh, watching him dramatically savor the first bite. Peaches and purples swirl together in the sky as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. Its rays are cut into pieces by towering skyscrapers and buildings, the pieces hitting the sidewalk around you. The moment is peaceful but you have something to get off of your chest, you just don’t know how.

“Obi Wan-”

“I-”

You both startle. You gesture to him to speak and all at once the words he was going to say are absent from his tongue. An awkward pause fills the space between you.

“What I said at Kina’s...I wasn’t lying,” he says firmly. “I’ve never met anyone who comes close to you. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same way but I need to tell you this before something happens to me again. You’re everything to me. You’re strong and capable and you deserve the world. I just hope you can settle for me.”

When you don’t move his heart sinks into his stomach. His hope tarnished, he begins to ramble. “If you don’t want to work with me anymore, I understand. I just hope we can-”

The defeat laced in his voice breaks you out of your shocked stupor and you whirl around, planting your palm on his mouth. He quiets, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. You press your forehead to his, giggling from relief and the last of your adrenaline. Your hand falls to cup his jaw, his beard soft under your fingers.

“Shut up and kiss me, you reckless dork.”

Obi’s face splits in a grin as he finally kisses you, pulling you closer at the nape of your neck and his other hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your other hand is splayed on his chest as you break for air and you initiate the next searing kiss, tugging him with both hands by the collar of his torn dress shirt. You hear his muffled chuckle at your unbridled enthusiasm.

You push him away to make sure it isn’t some kind of twisted dream, but you’re instead greeted by a rather attractive sight. Obi Wan is panting, his cheeks dark and one button undone on his dress shirt, revealing his collarbone and the top of his chest.

“I’m offended that you called me a ‘reckless dork’ when you just aggressively made out with me,” Obi Wan snarks, grinning.

“Oh shut it, you loved it.”

“I suppose it was alright…although it wouldn’t hurt to practice.”

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Star Wars: Queen’s Peril- Review

EK Johnston follows up her stellar young adult novel, Queen’s Shadow, with a prequel following the early days of Naboo’s most famous monarch. While fans of The Phantom Menace and Amidala will likely be pleased, Queen’s Peril disappoints with awkward structure and lack of focus.

(Review contains minor spoilers)

Padme Amidala has just been elected queen of Naboo. One of the youngest queens in years and the first in a generation to make galactic politics a major platform of her administration, Amidala looks to change Naboo for a more hopeful future. Captain of the Royal Guard Quarsh Panaka finds himself in new territory as he tries his best to shield this willful new queen from harm. Together, the two devise a support group of talented women that will function as both aides and bodyguards. These handmaidens become fast friends and invaluable assets to Padme as she navigates being a young woman and a head of state. However, when invasion makes its way to Naboo, this ragtag team is put to the limits to protect their queen and their planet.

For many, myself included, Queen’s Shadow was the shot in the arm that the character of Padme needed. After being such a standout in The Phantom Menace, Amidala had become mired in a nonstop parade of awkwardly executed romance, damsel in distress plots, and a death scene that has been rightfully criticized over the years for its melodrama and misogyny. E.K. Johnston’s young adult love letter to all things Padme reminded many of just what made this character, and her associates, special. Queen’s Shadow managed to make an emotionally complex and mature character study of Padme’s transition from planetary to galactic government in a way that felt politically prescient without sacrificing the fun and pathos. It transformed the various handmaidens, Sabe in particular, into compelling individuals in their own right. Even Padme’s iconic and intricate outfits were rendered with attention to detail and given their own on page beauty.

Johnston has a palpable affection for Padme and for The Phantom Menace and the decision to tell a prequel to her previous novel seemed like a natural idea for success. Just as the transition from girl queen to adult senator proved dramatically and thematically rich, surely the story of the turbulent start to Padme’s reign would prove just as interesting? I really wish that were the case. There are many things about Queen’s Peril that do work, but the end result proves surprisingly clunky and awkward.

As always, Johnston’s writing is sharpest when centering on the dynamics between the young women at its center. There’s a certain joy in seeing a group of friends form out of professional relationships. Discovering and building the emotional bonds between Padme, Sabe, and the rest is a highlight. While none of the handmaidens prove as dramatically rich as they did in Johnston’s prior novel, there’s a parade of iconic girlhood moments that give Queen’s Peril, at its strongest moments, a coming of age vibe of the best kind. The handmaidens help each other with periods and social awkwardness. Escape from the Naboo castle to dance at a local concert. And get in each other’s way as they test out the waters of early (and refreshingly queer) romance. It’s light and fun and offers a more down to earth and playful side to the Star Wars universe.

Outside of these individual moments of relationship dynamics, much of Queen’s Peril finds itself building towards and dealing with the climactic events of The Phantom Menace. Lore hounds are sure to enjoy the inner workings of the political crisis that lead to the Battle of Naboo, and Johnston gets to play with voice and style as different bit players get brief moments in the sun. The point of view rotates throughout the novel to characters such as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jar Jar Binks, Typho, Darth Maul, and most surprisingly Darth Sidious himself. They don’t necessarily provide anything revolutionary in their understandings of the different characters, but there’s a novelty in seeing Johnston adapt her voice so fluidly to each vignette.

However, it’s this preoccupation with The Phantom Menace that ends up being Queen’s Peril’s downfall. For over half of the novel, Johnston spends her time putting the various pieces into place and ratcheting up a feeling of tension and even foreboding. It works as a constant reminder that all the preparation our young queen has gone through is going to be put to the test. However, once The Phantom Menace arrives, the carefully laid pacing deteriorates.

While Johnston makes, the likely correct, assumption that most readers will be familiar with the events of the film, her barebones approach to describing the overlap can’t help but feel rushed and disjointed. Large swaths of the movie are skimmed over or summarized. On one level, it makes sense to tell the story from the perspective of Padme and her handmaidens. They wouldn’t be privy to the inner workings of the Jedi Council or specifics of the larger conflict. However, instead of keeping us anchored in a continuous perspective, Queen’s Peril opts for an approach that skims over story elements that it deems inessential and drops in for moments hidden in the nooks and crannies of George Lucas’s original script. It’s not unlike watching a movie and fast forwarding only to the scenes you want. Even then, the selection of which scenes to skip and which scenes to show is bizarre. Key moments such as Padme’s call for no confidence in Chancellor Valorum or her first meeting with Anakin are more or less relegated to footnotes. It’s understandable that Johnston wouldn’t want to double back over moments that we have already seen, but this approach has the unintended consequence of obscuring what information is important to the reader and ends up severing much of the novel’s building tension. When key parts of character and plot are quite literally off the page, Queen’s Peril transforms from a good, if inessential prequel, to a clunky and awkward collage of deleted scenes.

The end result is something that’s more than a little disappointing. Queen’s Shadow was a mature and lovingly crafted delight that was one of my favorite Star Wars media from last year and arguably one of my favorite young adult novels in the canon. There’s even the potential for a good book in the structure of Queen’s Peril, but its inescapably messy final third clouds over what joys were present. For fansof the character or the early eras of the Prequel Trilogy Queen’s Peril is likely to please in small bursts, but regrettably, most readers can let this one pass.

Score: C+

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Day 5: Endings

I struggled with thinking of something for “endings,” so have some different “endings” all rolled into one situation!

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There are some things that can only be explained away by, “It was the will of the Force.” Even then, even for those who believed in the Force and knew that truly comprehending its complexity was impossible, it was pretty unsatisfying.

In this situation, especially, Obi-Wan would have appreciated some measure of understandability. Because he was currently looking at three men who all vaguely resembled him, if he had at any point decided on being a cyborg pirate, a dapper politician, or a guerilla warrior.

The massive Force migraine definitely wasn’t helping anything.

“The kark is going on?” the cyborg pirate growled out, his one cybernetic eye seeming to scan over all of them warily as he drew a gun from its holster at his side.

The dapper politician looked uncomfortable as he eyed the decidedly-less-than-clean temple ruins they were in, pulling his cape up from the ground and draping it over an arm. “Yes, if anyone knows, do tell. I was in a rather important dinner meeting, and I really need to—“

“Oh, shut your trap, you wretched Core socialite,” the guerilla warrior scoffed, checking the communicator on his wrist with a scowl. “It’s not like those meetings actually help anyone, anyways. Probably just gabbing about the latest scandal while your constituents starve in the streets.”

Which started an argument, which Obi-Wan could only watch in horrified stupor.

“Anakin,” he whispered after he had a moment to remember how to speak, “please tell me I’m not watching myself fight about social functions and wasteful food practices.”

“Um,” Anakin eloquently responded.

“Um,” Ahsoka helpfully added.

The cyborg finally stepped between the two arguers and pushed his arms out, the added power of his artificial limbs forcibly separating and distracting them. “Shut up, the both of you.”

They didn’t, and now there were three loud, almost identical voices echoing throughout the temple and Obi-Wan tried not to wince. Was this place made to exacerbate headaches?

Which is when Satine came through the door. Obi-Wan sagged with relief. Someone competent. He’d almost forgotten she was standing watch for them on this rather deserted planet in Mandalorian space.

“I was under the impression that this was a stealth—“ Not surprisingly, she stopped when she took in the increased number of people in the room. The arguing also stopped and the three not-Obi-Wans (and one Obi-Wan) stared at Satine.

—

Satine turned to Obi-Wan (the Jedi one) with a scowl, stalking towards him. “You said this was an easy mission. A retrieval. Simple, you said, it just needed more people to be there. A sort of vacation mission.” She threw her arms out as if to showcase how exactly this mission was not a vacation.

“Yes. Well.” He seemed too shell-shocked to say anything more.

It was a bit awkward as they stood in silence. The well-dressed Obi-Wan stepped forward, hand slightly extended and a tentative smile on his face as he looked into her eyes. He let his hand drop after a moment. “You...you’re not my Duchess, are you.” It was less of a question and more of a resignation.

Satine managed not to blush (my duchess, in Obi-Wan’s voice). “No, I’m afraid not. I am Satine, though, and a duchess. Satine Kryze, Duchess of Mandalore.” She gave a quick curtsy. “Nice to meet you all, I suppose.” She noticed now that the man was wearing the colors of the Kryze Clan, in an outfit that would not look out of place on a man standing by her side in one of her evening gowns, and her traitorous, dreamy heart fluttered.

The scruffy cyborg Obi-Wan spluttered. “Duchess? You...oh, that explains so kriffing much.” He ran a metal hand through his shaggy hair. A Satine that wasn’t a duchess? And that knew this...battered Obi-Wan? Again, her heart fluttered as she imagined daring feats, of lovers high on adrenaline and the thrill of being alive after a narrow escape, of running her own hands through that messy hair.

She wanted to smack herself. Thirty-five was far too old for those kind of fantasies, especially for a man who was a Jedi (at least, in her universe).

Obi-Wan glared at the man “Language, if you don’t mind.” He was ignored as the man continued muttering to himself, shaking his head.

The armor-wearing Obi-Wan scoffed (was that his only method of communicating?). “She’s Mandalorian. If she’s anything like my Tina, she can curse the hide off a Mivin dragon and still tell a squadron what for.” It was true, of course, although the look of mischief on his face as he shot her a smirking glance was too familiar to be anything but disturbing.

My Tina, he’d said. Although she didn’t like the implication that she was in charge of and cursing at a group of warriors. What sort of reality would force her to fight (because she certainly wouldn’t be fighting willingly)?

“I was more concerned for the fifteen-year-old,” Obi-Wan responded dryly. “I’d like to not completely corrupt her before she’s an adult.”

(Ahsoka was watching the talking like a sports match, wide blue eyes bouncing from person to person.)

Anakin seemed to recover from his stupor. “So, wait. Do all of you guys know Satine?” He seemed far too eager to know the answer, but Satine had to admit she wanted to know for sure as well.

There was some looking around and shrugging.

“I suppose.”

“Looks that way.”

“Kriffing married her. Be in trouble if I didn’t know her.” Married!

“Language.”

“I’ll give you language, you—“

Satine stepped forward.

All Obi-Wans ceased talking.

“Why don’t we focus on getting all of you back where you belong?” She turned to the Jedi in the room. “Well? What happened?”

—

The others were figuring out the logistics of what and how and why, but Anakin was plotting and trying to keep the grin off his face. There were three Obi-Wan Kenobis. He had so many questions. Like, what had happened in these three presumably alternate realities? To those Anakins? Or the Jedi? Or the war?

Or, most interesting at that moment, what exactly was the relationship between all of the Obi-Wans and their Satines? And what were the respective ladies like? As far as he could tell, there was a possible pirate (maybe a pirate Queen!), a Lady of some kind, and a Mandalorian warrior.

It would probably be best to take each interrogation of Obi-Wan on one by one. Surely it wouldn’t be too hard to get them to talk about their lady loves. Maybe he could recruit Ahsoka.

This was too good a chance to miss!

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