#uncle obi au

[coffebits]

Would you accept a little sketch of them? 🤲✨

#star wars #obi wan #anakin #little leia #little Luke #leia organa #luke skywalker #sw #uncle obi au #coffe art

[grandkhan221b]

More spidersoka stuff! This started as a fun character design thing but I've turned it into a full blown AU woops

#I have so many ideas for this #I hesitated so much between making Bariss or Anakin the green goblin but I have another idea for anakin so #Also wanted to make uncle ben plo koon at first but come on obi was right there it was too good #star wars #the clone wars #spider-man #star wars au #fanart #ahsoka tano #my art #spiderverse #spidersona #tcw #spidersoka

[obiwanobi]

Don't know the context of it, but imagine Luke and Leia being raised in the Temple and both wanting to be Obi-Wan's padawan and Obi-Wan being incapable of choosing between them, so the three of them go to the Council with the most pleading look on their faces and promise to be nice so can they please both be Uncle Obi-Wan's padawans 🥺

The Council isn't too thrilled about it but they're twins, so they could probably bend the rules a lit—

The two excited screams that follow almost make Master Yoda fall from his chair.

"UNCLE OBI did you hear?" Luke asks, tugging on Obi-Wan's robe as if he hasn't been there the whole time. "You're our master now! BOTH of us!"

Leia doesn't even notice that her brother is talking, moving her little arms excitingly. "I can't wait to tell Ezra, he said that it was stupid and the council would never accept but what does he know, the laserbrain isn't even—"

"Uncle Obi do we have to call you Master now? Master Uncle? I know you prefer that we call you Obi-Wan but I think Master Obi is so much cooler—"

"Remember that you asked for this, Obi-Wan," Mace Windu says and Obi-Wan is almost certain he's smiling a bit too much not to be teasing, but Luke is already climbing in his arms to make sure Obi-Wan is listening to him and Leia is halfway out of the room already talking about her padawan braid, so he doesn't really have time to think about it.

He has a feeling he won't have time for anything else except his padawans for quite some time now.

#is it an AU where Padmé and Anakin died but the Jedi Order survived? #I don't know I just wanted uncle Obi-Wan and his little padawans who forget to call him master half the time #Obi-Wan's hair turns completely white in 3 years and no one is surprised #his padawans are the lights of his life though #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #luke skywalker #clem's aus #fic I will never write

[yunamiudon]

Reunion in Endor (Cody&Rex!!!)

Obi-Wan -after training

Modern AU 👮‍♂️👨‍🏫 (police offiser/proffesor)

doodle 1. Cody and Luke

doodle 2. Sith obi-wan

doodle 3. Obikin

Codywan kissing (They're shirtless so I can't post this here 😂 you can see it on my twitter )

#cody and rex #I love them #modern au: look at their ring finger #I mean #yeah #I wanted to see Uncle Cody and Luke #why didn't cody show up in the obi-wan series #what a shame #😭 #codywan #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #star wars #the clone wars #star wars fanart #anakin skywalker #captain rex #obikin

[xxlittle0birdxx]

You know that post that muses about how difficult it would have been for Luke and Leia if Anakin and Padmé survived? All their school friends would have been drooling all over their parents? And their solution is to have Uncle Ben come pick them up from school?

The twins don’t realize just how hot their silver fox uncle is… Obi-wan pulls up to the school in a vintage Range Rover in pristine condition, wearing his usual khakis and loose linen button-down. The twins’ friends keep pestering them to introduce them to Uncle Ben. Especially Wedge, but he just wants to admire Uncle Ben’s car. Uncle Ben comes to their spring musical and meets their snooty history teacher, Miss Kryze.

Turns out they went to high school together and she beat him for some prestigious university scholarship. They even dated until they broke up to go to different universities and lost contact. Now Uncle Ben keeps showing up to all their school functions, and Miss Kryze comes to a family barbecue one Saturday with her nephew in tow, who looks suspiciously like Uncle Ben, but apparently Korkie’s name is really Bruno, because they don’t talk about that. But really. Their resemblance is eerie. They even do the same chin stroke thing.

The conversation changes when Luke’s weird boyfriend arrives. The one who won’t take off his sunglasses. Ever. Who always brings along this insanely adorable gremlin child, and only says, ‘He goes where I go,’ when asked. They have matching t-shirts with a mudhorn on the sleeve.

#au star wars #padme amidala #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #korkie kryze #Korkie is a kenobi #luke skywalker #leia skywalker #din darjin #obitine #anidala #dinluke #baby grogu #grogu djarin #school pickups #family dinner #uncle Ben is a silver fox

[bunnywan]

the anakin is a shit father so luke calls obi-wan daddy agenda

#luke can have some spite … as a treat #tired of these happy family of skywalker aus with uncle obi-wan #no ! he’s a homewrecker !!!!!!!!!

[hellcheer-heaven]

star wars au when Eddie as jedi and Chrisy as sith

Hello dear anon, I absolutely love this idea! Again my apologies for take a lifetime to answer. Considering that both Star Wars and Stranger Things are big fandoms (the latter I’m sure is still growing), I would love a ST au! or a crossover involving Hawkins’ residents living in a galaxy far, far away. Now while my knowledge of SW isn’t as big as it once was, I think it would be neat to have these two in such differing roles. I’ll discuss this as an au! and crossover. I’ll also have pictures and titles included so it doesn’t become too confusing to read.

Eddie Munson

On Tatooine, Wayne raises Eddie on a the desert planet. They take care of their livestock and sell goods in Mos Eisley just to make ends meet. Eddie is the only one who is force sensitive and even shows Wayne his “cool powers” when he moves things with his mind. Wayne is well aware of the Jedi, but fears what could happen to his nephew if someone finds out. When Eddie is 8 years old, a few of the Jedi visit their booth. Yoda senses great potential in him. As difficult as it is, Wayne encourages Eddie to go with them, noting that he will have a better life out there. They must go their separate ways, and he promises to return to Wayne when the time is right (which he does, Wayne will live in this universe because I say so).

Chrissy Cunningham

Chrissy lives on the busy planet of Coruscant. She’s force sensitive as well and is also given a wonderful opportunity to train. However her mother (an important, respected, and feared politician) forbids it and does what she can to keep her daughter in line. She believes that the Jedi are barbaric and are no different from the Sith. Whenever Laura spots Chrissy using her telekinesis, she resorts to scolding and hitting her. She denies her food and water as a means of punishment too. After Chrissy turns 6, it becomes difficult for her to control her powers. Further adding onto the stress of having to be the “perfect” daughter for her mother’s reputation. One night Chrissy ends up using the Force as a means to protect herself from another beating. Violently shoving Laura until her back hits the wall. In that moment, Laura knows that cannot control her daughter, so she sends her away to the Jedi Temple, believing that they will straighten her out.

Jedi Temple and the Tale of Henry Creel

Eddie and Chrissy become friends and as they age, something more blossoms between them. But as the code states, Jedi are never to form relationships with anyone. This becomes a bit more challenging when they are sent off on missions together with a Jedi Master during their time as apprentices. When the two of them are allowed to go on their own, they share tender kisses and hold hands. They get to learn more about each other and they talk about their dreams. Even though it seems impossible, they hope that perhaps one day they can be together, even if it means that they’ll be kicked out of the temple for good.

Their education requires them to study the history of the Jedi and understand the Force as well. In the process, they also learn of a past pupil who had turned to the Dark Side. He was like them once, young, ambitious, and ready to face the enemy. Henry Creel was highly intelligent and very intuitive as well, he studied the archives and the ways of the Jedi. Yet his thirst for knowledge was as boundless as the galaxy. He wanted to learn about the Sith, get a better sense of their ways. When his interest was discovered, he was banned and kicked out of the temple. His anger fueled his powers, resorting to using the Force for his own means. Going as far as to kill anyone that stood in his way when he enacted his revenge.

The masters and knights managed to stop him from committing a horrible massacre and he was arrested. He was able to escape and he soon became an enemy to the Republic and to the Jedi. Henry sought out the likes of Count Dooku and Martin Brenner. They taught him the ways of the Dark Side, utilizing violent methods to train him. Brenner was the lesser of two evils, treating the young man like a son. Dooku highly disagreed with Brenner’s antics, believing that he was being “too soft on the boy.” And so he made sure to really push him to his limit and then some. Henry was always the target of his lightening strikes. Each strike became much more unbearable, disfiguring Creel over time until he became the monster that he was meant to be. When his training was complete, he commanded his own loyal following and committed such unspeakable crimes. He was willing to teach anyone that pledged their allegiance to him and to the Dark Side. However, there was one person in mind that he felt a connection to.

Sith Lord Vecna

Chrissy couldn’t help but find the tale of Henry to be fascinating, so she wanted to know more about him. Obi-Wan sensed that something was amiss with her, pulling her aside to let her know that she needed to be careful. She reassured him that she was fine, but he could not let this feeling go. This bad feeling felt a little too familiar, he feared of what could happen to her like he feared for his current apprentice Anakin.

One evening when she was meditating alone, she sensed an unfamiliar voice speaking to her, it referred to itself as Vecna. He managed to get into her mind, bringing back awful memories of her past. Planting the seed of doubt and fear within her, letting it fester until she started to let the darkness in. Chrissy felt that she was pushed to her limits during her training and used her hatred to her benefit during her missions. Eddie had to stop her from killing a corrupt politician, having to remind her that the Jedi do not kill. He brings up his worries to the council, all they can do is speak with her and let her off with a warning.

Chrissy despises what Eddie had done, believing that he betrayed her. He tries to reconcile, telling her that he only did it for her. He cares about her, he doesn’t want anything awful to happen. She disregards his feelings and continues to focus on what matters to her. Vecna continues to plague her thoughts, telling her that Eddie will destroy her one day. The two of them are no longer on speaking terms from now on.

A Never-ending Battle

Some years later during an important mission, Chrissy fully embraces her darker side. The sight of blood and cut up bodies no longer frightens her. She even goes as far as to hurt Eddie, leaving permanent scars across his body during an intense battle. She has the opportunity to end him, but she leaves him for dead thinking he’ll simply die of starvation. The connection between her and Vecna grows when she seeks him out. He takes her as his apprentice, he teaches her everything and more. She becomes the warrior that she was born to be.

Jedi Master Munson and Sith Lord Cunningham cross paths many, many times. Their battles are long, epic, and difficult. Yet they both manage to show equal parts strength, agility, and endurance regardless of whatever planet they’re on. She tells him each time to join her, they can create the world however they choose, and he refuses each and every time. He tells her to leave Vecna, to come back to the light. He promises to do whatever it takes to help her, but in the end she refuses and so their battle continues until they meet again.

A tragic tale of two friends, turned lovers, turned into enemies for life. It begs the question if they could have any sort of romantic connection anymore.

#hellcheer #munningham #eddissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #laura cunningham #wayne munson #uncle wayne #henry creel #vecna #st vecna #stranger things!au #stranger things #stranger things au #star wars #crossover #yoda #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #tried my best anon it’s not very good #anon reply #anon answered #anon ask #anonymous #cunningcreel

[dammit-stark]

now that we know obi wan would canonically spoil Anakin’s kids, I wanna write a modern au where Anakin’s a single dad and Obi Wan’s his best friend and they both have these very complicated feelings for each other that they’re dutifully ignoring but in the midst of it all toddlers luke and leia call obi wan uncle and he babysits for them and gives them so much love and the ever-insightful leia keeps asking why uncle obi acts so weird around dad so he bribes her with ice cream and pretty things

#the day padme comes to pick up the kids she picks up on the vibes immediately and laughs herself hoarse #luke is completely oblivious unlike his sister but he still gets spoiled by uncle obi regardless #the protective guardian dynamics of tv-obi wan compounded by his complicated feelings for one anakin skywalker is exactly what I want #obi wan has a boring office job at city hall and anakin bullies him for it but Leia is very curious #obi wan taking Leia to bring your daughter to work day even before they get together bc he knows Leia’s interested by politics 😭😭 #i feel like anakin would have a physical labor sort of job #maybe he does construction for Sith Corp or something #they met in hs and were friends through college and had a falling out when padme was pregnant but Anakin’s always been too important to obi #and now he’s determined to make ammends #ammends as in banging it out in Anakin’s closet so the kids don’t hear ayoooo #either anakin or obi wan is oblivious that the other one is making moves on them in this fic but I’m not sure which #all this to say I love a modern au single dad anakin obikin fic okay #obikin #anakin/obi wan #anakin skywalker/obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #Star Wars #star wars fic #star wars modern au

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

If Padme and Anakin ever went on a vacation, they definitely couldn’t leave Obi-Wan at their home to babysit.

Because the last time they did, they walked in the door and everything was floating, including Leia, who was flying around the room and giggling, and Luke was playing with Obi-Wan’s lightsaber but Obi-Wan was at least shouting at him not to hit Leia, as he sat on the sofa reading the newspaper and drinking coffee.

#star wars au #skywalker family #obi-wan really would be the worst babysitter #he'd be such a pushover #uncle obi-wan #luke & leia #anakin x padme #obi-wan kenobi #star wars #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa

[tennessoui]

Now I'm imagining pirate Obi-Wan grabbing his children when they jump in water and tossing them onto the shore because of Anakin's drama. They see it as a fun game, he is very stressed that everyone he loves keeps throwing themselves in the water when they can't swim. It is still unclear if Anakin can swim or not, he's not saying in case it lessens the threat...

i feel like obi-wan figures out Anakin does know how to swim because there’s a very bad storm one night and obi-wan goes overboard because of a surge of a wave, and anakin just jumps over immediately after his alpha and cuts through the water amazingly quickly and competently to grab him.

Later, Obi-Wan (who had been knocked unconscious) asks the crew who saved him and they tell him Anakin did and he’s like “that’s ridiculous Anakin can’t swim” and anakin rubs the back of his neck and grimaces and is like “yeah……..about that……”

#asks #but also omg obi wan and the twins…..beautiful show stopping amazing #they probably stop and drop anchor in a calm water cove so the entire pirate crew can teach the babies how to swim #Luke and leia and daddy and papa and so many uncles and aunts #squick tag: a/b/o #pirates of the caribbean au

[onedivinemisfit]

Obiyuki Camboy!AU - hospital visit~

While working, Torou met this guy who promised her everything, and she got swept along into marriage. Well, it didn’t turn out so good. Kunai’s a good little girl tho. Loves her ‘Unki Obi’ very much.

AnS (c) Akizuki Sorata

Art: Me

#akagami no shirayukihime #ans #snow white with the red hair #obi #torou #myart #camboy au #oc kunai #tw domestic abuse #obi is godfather to kunai in this au #and honorary uncle #the life of orphans come down to found family y’know #they’ve both stopped working the streets st this point

[coffebits]

Leia is just like her mama I- 🤧🥺

#kenobi #kenobi series #obi wan kenobi #star wars #sw #uncle obi au #sw modern au #leia organa #my art #leia bites confirmed #i honestly was not expecting them to build the relationship between Obi Wan and Leia #but i love it #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series spoilers #little leia

[gender-luster]

obi-wan kenobi has gotten me to start rewatching the clone wars and i am having. feelings

#i am in desperate need of fix-it aus where the skywalker family doesn't fall apart #and then anakin and padme get to raise luke and leia with ahsoka as sort of their older sister and obi-wan as their uncle

[coruscantrhapsody]

I have this Happy!AU headcanon where Padmé and Anakin are on Naboo visiting her family and Pooja convinces them to go to school with her for show-and-tell

Like

Just casually

“This is my Aunt Padmé, the most beloved public figure in Naboo history, and this is my Uncle Anakin, hero of the Republic. NBD”

Pooja would be a show-and-tell LEGEND

#they would be kind of embarrassed but they would totally do it #because Aunt Padme and Uncle Anakin are completely soft for Pooja #Sola would be all I’m sorry but she’s been planning this for weeks and I couldn’t talk her out of it #Anakin gets super into it though #Regaling Pooja’s class with war stories #Which honestly are just various shenanigans he got up to with Obi-Wan #padme amidala #eternal padme #anakin skywalker #anidala #anidala AU #star wars #star wars prequels

[sabraeal]

All I Ever Wanted, Chapter 1

[Read on AO3]

Obiyukiweek 2022, Day 2: The Mermaid/Selkie Wife Shapeshifter, Silence, Home  

Raj may complain all he wants about the long hours before dinner-- and if experience breeds truly, he certainly will-- but for Shirayuki, it is these lingering afternoons she likes most. Mages in ages past may have spun their spells in the minutes after midnight, but there’s a magic to this too. Time slows in these hours, the light shining golden through Entaepode’s windows, stretching on like the last months of summer. The impossible made possible, just for a few breaths.

It is also when Uncle lets her into his study.

Not that he’s ever really and truly denied her entry. Discouraged perhaps, by way of a stifled sigh, but Uncle has always been quite clear: Entaepode is her home, as much as it has been his. And in turn, Shirayuki has come to respect the boundaries his closed door so subtly implies: the morning is for correspondence, the early afternoon for ledgers and meetings, and should his work be complete in a timely fashion...

Well, that is when he reads. And, if she does not make herself obnoxious, when she is welcome to join him.

Entaepode may not be as lavish as the palace-- or at least, as much as Raj insinuates it is-- but its library is expansive, shelves stretching from floor to ceiling for three stories, with some tomes so old the pages are handwritten, the script cramped and nearly faded. And yet, as much as Shirayuki enjoys stalking its aisles, picking out books that creak when she opens their pages or that have plates so finely drawn that they’re sandwiched in tissue, it is Uncle’s study that is her favorite place, and Uncle’s shelves that hold the most interest.

“Uncle?” Her neck cranes back, but even still, she cannot read the titles at the top, only catch the glisten on of their leather spines. “Why do you have so many books?”

Uncle peers up from his pages, fingers marking his place. “I would have never thought to hear you ask such a question, Shirayuki. Weren’t you already pestering me yesterday about having the bookseller up for tea, so that you could bother him about his latest stock?”

“Well, I’m not talking about the library,” she huffs, settling back on her heels. “A library’s supposed to have books. I mean here, these shelves. Surely they can’t all be your favorite.”

“Can they not?” His brows raise; two well-groomed caterpillars conversing over his nose. “Strong words from a girl with a bedside table like yours.”

“That’s not the same either. I’m only ten,” she informs him primly. “I need to learn a lot before I get to be an adult. But you already know everything.”

“Do I?” Uncle is not known for his good humor, but even so, his mouth twitches. “And how do you think that came to be?”

Shirayuki’s fingers trace along the books’ bindings, their spines rising up to meet her. “You read all these?”

“Yes. Over many, many years.” There’s a fondness in his gaze as he rises, coming to stand at her side. “This is my personal collection, one I’ve curated since before I succeeded my father. Your great-grandfather.”

The Old Margrave. She’d only ever knew him from his portrait over the grand stair, the one that glared out over the gallery as if he disapproved of everyone in it. It’d been painted later in his life, Nanny had told her, only a few years before his passing, but Shirayuki doubted that the timing had more to do with the dourness than the man. It’d scared her when she was little, those steel eyes piercing her no matter how she hurried past, but now--

Now he was decoration. As much a part of Entaepode as the statues in the garden or the grotesques hanging from the roofs.

“Before?” Shirayuki gapes. “But you’ve been the margrave for...for forever.”

Uncle is not a man for easy smiles, but his mouth curves, just a little. “Certainly as long as you can remember. Which, I assume, makes this all thoroughly ancient in your mind.”

Her cheeks prickle, the first embers of an uncontrolled burn. “I didn’t say that...”

“No, you did not,” he allows, so generous. “But I don’t need to hear it from your mouth to know it’s true. I was a child once too. Though--” he casts her a sly glance-- “that would have been back in prehistory, according to you.”

Shirayuki may not be a lady in truth yet, but she’s enough of one to know nothing good can come from rising to a lord’s bait. “Do you really mean to read all of these?”

Uncle may tease her about the stacks by her bedside, but altogether she might be able to fill a shelf, maybe two. To think about tackling this wall, floor to ceiling--

“Oh no, most of these I have finished.” Uncle paces his collection, fingers trailing along the spines with the sort of satisfaction most lords save for horses or hounds. “I keep these here for reference. Maybe a few for entertainment, when there’s a moment to spare.”

Her neck cranes, trying to take in the scope of her Uncle’s work, the breadth of his knowledge. To be able to know this much, to hold all these pages in her mind-- she wanted it with an intensity that scares her.

“It may seem daunting,” Uncle says, voice soft in the silence, “but compared to the library’s collection, I’ve hardly scraped the surface. It’s taken decades even to get this far, and it‘s far from complete.”

Shirayuki blinks. There’s not a single gap from floor to ceiling. “It is?”

“Yes.” His hand is not broad like her father’s, but when it presses to the shelf, it spans centuries. “It will be a life’s work.”

“But why?”

Uncle is a man who measures his words, who lets silence fall before risking the wrong turn of phrase. To others, his quiet might mark a dismissal, but Shirayuki knows the texture of this silence too well to make such a mistake.

“A title may be conveyed by birth, but a good lord-- a true lord can only be made through experience and study.” His eyes trail from the top shelves, meeting hers with an intensity that roots her in place. “A man should never be content to know only what he does. To reason is what lifts us above animals, but to improve-- that is what makes us human.”

There is something important in that, something that plucks a chord in her even if she cannot quite make out the melody. But still, all she manage to say it, “Then I don’t know what Raj is, since he hasn’t improved a bit since I’ve known him.”

Uncle’s reputation may be one of sternness, a man of unyielding countenance, but for her, he bends. Or rather crouches, his hand a familiar warmth where it rests on her back. “Give him time. He’s only a boy still. With a strong hand to guide him--” his mouth twitches-- “he might yet become something more than a prince in title.”

“He’s an annoyance right now.”

Uncle is not a man for smiles, but sometimes he does, just for her. “See here,” he says, sweeping an arm toward the shelf. “Do you know what these are?”

Shirayuki squints, trying to read the faded letters along each spine. “This one’s an atlas I think, it says something about Fortissia. And this one is...some court record? And here, this is about...planting seasons?”

“An almanac,” he informs her, pleased. “It contains the times in which the sun rises and sets, the position of the planets, the approximate start and end of each planting season, and even a forecast of the year’s weather. There isn’t a single farmer in Entaepode that doesn’t swear by it.”

She blinks, flipping through it’s pages, pausing at a chart that showed the phases of the moon. “Are we going to grow something?”

Uncle does not laugh, but by the way his smile slants, he might as well. “Not unless you take a sudden interest in gardening, my dear.”

There’s no reason for him to say it as if it’s so far-fetched. She’s kept the groundskeeper company more than a few times this spring, so long as it was sunny and fair. “Then why do we have one?”

“Because being a lord is more than writing letters and attending fancy parties,” Uncles grunts, levering to his full height. “A lord does more than makes decisions from his comfortable seat, he is the will of his tenants.”

Agitated, he paces to the window behind his chair, the vineyards stretching out below. The golden light bathes him in shadow, making him more silhouette than flesh. “To be margrave is not a position of privilege, but one of service. Should I make a wrong decision here in the comfort of my study, it is not you nor me who shall pay the dearest prince. No, that will be the ones who live on my land, who depend on these orchards to bear fruit and for these fields to grow its grain. Shirayuki.” 

She startles, nearly dropping the almanac onto her toes. “U-uncle?”

“Please--”

The whatever plea he means to make is lost when the door to his study bursts open, and a large man fills its frame. “Here you two are! I thought the place had finally swallowed you whole.”

“Papa!” Shirayuki flies into his arms, stomach swooping as he lifts her near enough to the ceiling to touch. “You’re back!”

“I am!” His grin stretches wide even as his grip loosens, letting her slip an inch. A squeal looses itself from her lungs, all joy, caught again before fear could dig its icy fingers into her. “Hey, kid, you’re getting big, aren’t ya? What’s going to happen if Papa can’t lift you next time?”

“Perhaps then he will make his trips less frequent.” Uncles smiles stretches rigidly across his face, like a teetering plate the instant before it shatters. “And his stays a little longer.”

Papa only laughs, shifting her to one arm with ease. “Now now, Ryuchi, you’d hardly like to have me around all the time. That sort of thing gives people ideas about who’s got the title, and neither of us want that.”

Uncle’s mouth softens, not quite a smile, but no longer strained to breaking. “A fair point. Our neighbors would love a good idiot.”

Anyone else might take offense, but Papa only grins. “And we both know, I’m one of the best.”

There’s a look shared between them, the sort she can never quite figure out, like jumping into a series at the middle volume. Too much history implied without ever being told.

If Uncle never speaks without thinking, then Papa is his mirror, never thinking before he acts. There’s no warning before he pops her back on her feet, knees still wobbling when he says, “I have a surprise for you.”

Shirayuki blinks. “For me?“

“For you.”

It’s a spectacle to see her father reach inside his pockets, to see that giant hand of his fish about where a gentleman’s would with fingers far daintier. The tailors might try as they might, but even in a cravat and waistcoat, they can’t quite wrangle him into being a lord. At least not the way Uncle is, wearing the title of margrave with the ease most men don their cloaks.

With all the trouble of prising a lamb from a lion’s mouth, Papa plucks a piece of parchment from the pocket. A folded one no less; no-- a letter.

“I know you’re getting older,” he admits stiffly, hardly making any attempt to cover how little he likes it. “And there’s not many kids to play with out in these parts. Er, at least, not the kind a little lady like you is expected to run around with.”

Uncle didn’t precisely frown on her playing with the village children, nor the ones that lived in the servants’ quarters. Or at least, he didn’t outright forbid it. But ever since that boy cut off a hank of her hair when they were playing in the rose garden, well--

“I have Raj,” she reminds him. “When he visits.”

There’s no reason for Papa to grimace like that, not when she’s the one who’s expected to entertain Tanbarun’s greatest prince-in-progress. “Right. Well, I thought you might like to talk to another kid your age. Someone a little less...” Whatever word Papa is looking for, he doesn’t find it. “I any case, I wrote to an old friend of mine.”

Uncle stiffens, wary. “Mukaze...”

Papa ignores him. “She has a son just about your age. Maybe a little older, now that I think about it. But he’s supposed to be a smart kid. Responsible. Better than that brother of his, at least.”

“Mukaze.” The word ekes out between Uncle’s teeth, louder this time. “Please don’t tell me this is who I think it is. We agreed that you were--”

Papa shrugs the way continents make mountains. “She just lost her husband, Ryuchi. You really think it’s good for her to sit around that stuffy old palace, waiting for them to bury her with him?”

“I’m not arguing about what is best for her,” he snaps, each word bitten between his teeth. “What concerns me is that you think it’s best she comes here, after...”

The thought is left unfinished, his implication sitting heavy in the air between them. Or at least, it would, if Shirayuki had any earthly idea what they were talking about, or who.

Papa does, at least. “Oh come on, Ryuchi. That was ages ago. It’s water under the bridge.”

“And a dried riverbed can still flood,” Uncle grunts, unconvinced. “Fine. Do as you like. I've never been able to stop you.”

Shirayuki has never been to court-- too young, Papa always says with a grimace, let her be a kid; a request that’s always met with Uncle’s wry, she cannot avoid it forever, not when she’s a good friend of the prince-- but Uncle has been training her in its politics, in the strange ways its favor eddies and flows. She may not yet be proficient in the use of doublespeak, not enough to survive a season, but she knows when she hears a implication.

“Oh,” she murmurs, staring up at her father. “Are you going to marry her?”

Papa, for once, looks left-footed. “Ah, no! Of course not.”

“No,” Uncle agrees tightly. “He’s doing something far worse.”

“Oh, come on now,” Papa huffs, folding his arms over the great expanse of his chest. “They’re just coming for a visit. Nothing’s been signed. If they don’t like each other, it’ll be no harm, no foul.”

Uncle glowers down at his desk. “With you involved, Mukaze, there is always some kind of harm, and the foul is guaranteed.”

It’s not yet summer, but the day’s already stifling in this get up; at least when Obi’d been left at the country house, they hadn’t expected him to dress like a lord. But here it’s all lace and cravats, coats and waists with every button buttoned and every ruffle fluffed. It’s enough to make him break out in hives-- or at least it would be, if any of this fabric left more of an impression than a cloud.

Much as he’d like to complain, the trousers do fit him like a glove, stretching with him when he jumps up to the branch just outside the Younger Highness’s window. Not like the stupid jacket, already shucked somewhere between this balcony and his; a mystery that’ll be someone else’s problem once it’s been discovered. But he’s got time until that happens; at least as long as it takes for anyone to figure out he’s stepped straight from a tree branch into the prince’s room, and--

And Obi’s foot has hardly touched the carpet before he hears, “I’ve talk to you about this at length. Young gentlemen use doors.”

His fingers clench on the sash, bearing down as hard as his teeth do.

“Good thing I’m not one,” he says brightly, hopping down onto the carpet. Hopefully the marquis won’t see the mud stains. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Your Grace.”

“Clearly,” His Lordship deadpans, arms folded over his chest. “I had important business to discuss with His Highness.”

He turns, ever so slightly, to reveal the second prince, looking so miserable he could melt through the floorboards. Obi knows he's want to if he was caught discussing important business with the marquis.

“Welp,” he squeaks cheerfully. “Guess I’ll leave you to it--”

“Stay.” The command collars him as quickly as a hand could. “This involves you as well.”

It would be easy to fling himself out the window-- he might be trussed up as much as a turkey in this get up, but he trusts his body to see him safe-- but surviving the scolding he’ll get when the marquis finds him again...

Well, Obi’s not opposed to gambling, but even those odds are enough to make him fold.

“What’ve I done now?” he grouses, slinking over to stand beside His Highness. Zen darts a glance at him, relieved. Huh, seems misery really does love company. “There’s no way you could know--”

The marquis holds up a hand. “Save your confessions for later. I am not here to discipline you. Either of you.”

Obi blinks. Well, there goes half his experience interacting with the man.

“I am here to inform you that Her Majesty has seen fit to arrange for an excursion outside the castle.” His lips curl around the word as if it has a bad taste. “If it her fondest wish that you join her, Your Highness, when she decamps to Tanbarun.”

“Tanbarun?” The prince grimaces. “You mean I’ll have to put up with Raj--?”

“No. Or rather, such a thing is not planned on Her Majesty’s part.” He clears his throat, more uncomfortable by the moment. “She plans to take you to the home of a friend. Entaepode, if you can recall your lessons.”

Obi certainly can’t-- no point in him remembering who’s who when none of them are going to give him the time of day-- but the royal brow furrows. “Entaepode. She’s friends with the margrave?”

His Lordship’s mouth pulls thin. “Hardly. You have been invited by the nephew. His heir, as such.”

“But I thought...ah!” Zen hops upright, grinning. “That’s the one where they’re practically the same age, aren’t they?”

Obi whistles. “The old margrave could really get it up, huh?”

“Obi.” The marquis wields his name like a whip. “I’ll thank you not to speak like that of a peer.”

“He’s dead though.” He darts a glance at His Highness. “Right?”

“That hardly matters,” Haruka grumbles. “In fact, I would say that shows even less--”

“It’s the daughter!” Zen blurts out, flushed with victory. “The nephew has a daughter, right? That’s the one who’s supposed to be...”

He goes quiet, not just thoughtful but troubled now.

Obi clears his throat, clenching his fists to keep from flinging himself out the window. “What’s this got to do with me, though?”

The marquis blinks, as if he’d only just seen him. “You’re coming too.”

“What?” he squawks, at the same time Zen breathlessly asks, “Really?”

“Yes.” Haruka’s mouth twitches. “A prince never travels without a companion, after all.”

He may have come in through the window, but the marquis is careful to march him out the front door.

“I don’t get it,” Obi hisses, jogging to keep up with His Lordship’s pace. It’s made all the harder by the grip that man has on his arm. “There’s a hundred little lordlings that would die for the chance to go with the prince, so why are you bringing the bastard?”

“I’m not.” His Lordship halts in the hall, momentum spinning Obi round like a sling shot to face him. “His Highness’s first act after his father’s death was to legitimize you.”

Obi blinks. “The corpse wasn’t even cold, eh?”

“There’s no time for mourning in politics.” Certainly the marquis had done little of it in the days after the king’s death. “Why do you think I brought you here? To witness a funeral? You’ve had enough of those.”

The earnestness makes him itch. “But none quite so fancy.”

“No.” Haruka’s mouth curves. “I suppose not.”

“Still,” Obi presses. “Why are you bringing me? There’s better--”

“Because I need something done.” The marquis meets his eyes. “And you’re the one that can do it.”

“Oh.” He lets out a whistle, long and low. “Something nasty, huh?”

“No.” His Grace has never been one to shown warmth, especially not to him, but his gaze softens as he looks him. Or perhaps, only saddens. “Something necessary.”

#obiyukiweek22 #day 2 #obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #swan princess au #ans #finally the arrival of uncle #next chapter there might even be some MEETINGS #including obi and shirayuki #and perhaps even mukaze and haruto #and some more INTERESTING REVEALS #>:3c #there was some stuff that ended up on the cutting room floor for this #but the most important bits will swing around in the next few chapters #as this first summer visit goes on :3 :3 :3

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Awwww I'm honored!!! Okay I'll give you a bunch then--

An au where Kanan and Hera meet and not long after the Force decides "hey, this lady is super smart. We should give her the ability to control plants so that she can gather all the Jedi to fight back against the Empire!" And so Hera gets that and becomes the prophesied Queen of the Jedi and Kanan is her number one guard and is kinda overprotective and Ezra is still his young punk apprentice and yes this is based off of Epic why do you ask--

When Ezra yeets himself into hyperspace he shoots himself and Thrawn back into time and they get stuck in a four year time loop in which Thrawn keeps trying to kill him and Ezra keeps trying to save the day and accidentally keeps bringing people back with him whenever the loop resets (Sabine, Ahsoka, Kallus, Rex, etc.). Also the only way to break the time loop is to save Kanan

laskdjlfsjkdlfkds I almost forgot about this one-- a Star Wars-ified Anne of Green Gables inspired au that I literally created solely for A) Hera smashing a slate (or in this case, datapad) over Kanan's head and B) the friends to lovers arc. Also if you haven't read/watched Anne of Green Gables, do. It's amazing

Zootopia Kanera au. I haven't gone too in depth in this au, but I THINK it speaks for itself

Okay imagine if Kanan wound up on Tatooine and bumped into Obi-Wan who decided he needed to adopt this young punk that he recognized from the Temple to make sure he doesn't get himself killed and Kanan sasses him all the time but stays with him most of the time and travels the galaxy other times and definitely brings Hera home and Obi-Wan makes them tea and ships them and she reminds him of Satine HECK I MADE MYSELF SAD

Another Batman!au, but Hera's Batman and Kanan is Catwoman. This is inspired solely by this scene in Batman: The Animated Series where Catwoman's all "you know there's something between us" and Batman's like "yeah. Unfortunately, it's the law" and while I know Hera hates puns it just HAD THEIR VIBES

Hmmm, it's hard to choose one to end on. Uhhhhhhhhhh not gonna lie my accidental rom-com slaps but like. I wanna keep that one under wraps and not post about it. So let me leave you with these words-- Jacen and Kanan Frequency Au

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#thanks for the ask!! #swr headcanons #fan fic #epic au #time travel au #anne of green gables au #zootopia au #kanan adopts obi wan as his gremlin uncle au #batman au #frequency au