#ANAKIN WAS *NINE* WHEN HE WAS *TWENTY FIVE*

[engagemythrusters]

oh my GOD i swear im never one to comment on instagram posts but this one got me SOOOO angry like ugh NO anakin and obi-wan were NOT in love. ABSOLUTELY NOT. "a sixteen year age-difference isn't much" WELL WHEN ANAKIN IS NINE AND OBI-WAN *RAISED* HIM AND ALSO ANAKIN SEES HIM AS A FATHER.

YEAH IT IS FUCKING MUCH

[s0ftand0nly]

if one more person tags this obianidala so help me GOD. OBIKIN SHIPPERS OF ANY KIND BE GONE

i love being polyamorous i love polyamorous ships i think people should do it more. satine obi wan and cody kiss. they all kiss so much they kiss under the moonlight when it’s just barely shining in and they have privacy they kiss sooooo much

[tennessoui]

this has been done i know this has been done im sure this has been done but currently obsessed with the brainworm of captain of the king's guard obi-wan kenobi and prince anakin in some fantasy medieval star wars setting of some sort where it's just game of thrones-y enough that when the royal family is overthrown, it's violent and bloody and obi-wan knows that anakin will absolutely be killed in the revolution so he takes him and he runs back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant that he left years and years ago, when he was just a boy himself.

and anakin is absolutely furious for multiple reasons--mostly he thinks they should have stayed and fought! that they fled like cowards from his homeland is a shame that he can hardly bear. so he's angry at obi-wan for basically kidnapping him and forcing him away from his kingdom when she needed him, and he's angry at the jedi order for accepting them into their ranks but only if they agree to pretend to be Jedi while they're at the Temple. and he's angry at the jedi council because obi-wan had to beg to be given aid and his proud captain of the guards should never have to beg for anything, and yet here he is, begging for help for anakin's sake!

anakin is probably like. nine, obi-wan is twenty-five, and they stay at the temple basically incognito for ten years with anakin 'training to be a padawan' (because he's so strong in the Force that obi-wan points out that it may be a good idea to give him all the lessons in anger management and force control even though he isn't really a padawan in case any of the material sinks in) and obi-wan as a worker in the temple hangar bay.

then the clone wars break out and obi-wan instinctively wants to join the fight with the jedi because he owes them a great debt. not only did they raise him until he was fifteen, but they took him in---took anakin in when they needed them

but anakin has never had any loyalty to the jedi. he is loyal to his planet, which he will return to one day. and he is loyal to his family and to obi-wan, for saving him. but obi-wan should be loyal to him and him alone. only to the crown. only to anakin.

what im getting at is like. a scene where nineteen year old anakin demands obi-wan swear fealty to him as the king of his planet on the eve of the clone wars because he needs obi-wan to know that he's his. his captain. his guard. kneeling and ring kissing is involved.

obi-wan swearing fealty and then probably fucking anakin and then probably leaving during the night to fight in the clone wars without waking anakin is also involved.

[ontherocks21]

Someday I'll Write It: (Festival Sneak Peak)

“Well, I’m out!”

Padmé twisted from the sink, the last dish from breakfast left to be washed still sudsy in her hands, to see Sola slump into the chair she had brought with her from the dining room and collapse dramatically across the island.  Used to her sister’s theatrics, she offered no inquiry of concern or explanation, instead mirroring her mother’s simultaneous eye roll and smile of solidarity.

After a minute of silence, Sola revived herself, peeking up to see her less-than-impressed audience waiting for the actress to continue her scene.

“I managed to get the exteriors together…,” Sola elaborated, then narrowed her eyes at Padmé, “…though barely, only to get out the programming manual…”  She paused, assessed that she still had their undivided attention, and righted herself with a preparatory inhale.  “… and watch twenty-five chapters load – at which point I said, ‘Girls!’”  She threw up her hands in the universal gesture of exasperated surrender. “‘This is a job for your Uncle Ani’ and left.”  

With another pointed stare at her younger sibling, Sola’s palms audibly fell to the countertop, punctuating the end of her diatribe.  Padmé and Jobal exchanged one more amused glance before the matriarch calmly returned to stirring a simmering pot of nosna fish stew and Padmé her final cutlery customer.

Despite the show of nonchalance, Padmé couldn’t help but add with a teasing glance over her shoulder, “Oh, I guarantee Anakin won’t need the manual.”  Looking out the kitchen window again, she could practically feel Sola’s gawk boring into her back.

“That confident, are you?”

“He built my protocol droid when he was nine,” Padmé quipped casually.  “I think he can handle two toy astromechs.”

“And the broken speeder all before the Lighting?” Sola sing-songed, clicking her tongue. “I dunno, Sis, it’s been over an hour already and I don’t hear…”

Just then, the distinct sound of a speeder purring to life sounded beneath their feet.  Within moments, Jobal and Sola bolted to their feet, flanking Padmé as all three women stretched to their tiptoes, peering into the courtyard below.  Darred’s dark mop of hair appeared first, his face gawking in a manner similar to Sola’s.  But where skepticism had underlined her surprise, Darred’s was painted with buoyant exuberance.  An equally ecstatic Ruwee high-fived his second favorite son-in-law as Anakin drove the still happily running speeder into view.  When her husband leaped over the speeder’s edge into an avalanche of male celebratory commotion, there was no containing the proud smile that stole across Padmé’s face.

[ilovescarletwitch]

I don't understand why people call Anakin insensitive and casually hurtful when Obi-Wan Kenobi is right there.

It genuinely doesn't make sense to me. Anakin was a literal child slave, a small kid in a very abusive situation. While some abused children do turn out emotionally cold as a defence mechanism, it's way more common for abused children to become hyper aware of other people's emotions and turn into people pleasers as a way to keep themselves safe. Anakin spent the first nine years of his life knowing he was a piece of property, he could be sold at any moment or simply killed at a whim. Anyone could do anything they wanted to him and the only thing stopping them was that it would cost them money. Anakin learned as a child to be very perceptive of people 's emotions especially if they had power over him and how to make those people happy so they would be less likely to hurt him.

Obi-Wan during the course of the prequels showed himself to be way more insensitive and casually cruel with his words. At TPM Obi-Wan is twenty five years old, older than Anakin had been during the prequels. He called the child slave who had risked his life to help them a pathetic lifeform. No compassion and no gratitude, just complaining about the inconvenience of having to help the traumatized child who had already selflessly helped them. During the same movie he again calls Anakin dangerous and urges Qui-Gon to abandon him as the Council wants, not even bothering to make sure Anakin is out of earshot. At that point Anakin is a former child slave turned unaccompanied child refugee, separated from his only parent and thrust into an unfamiliar world.

Then let's move to the AOTC. At the very beginning of the movie Anakin clearly communicates to Obi-Wan his distress over his mother's wellbeing. He hasn't seen or had news of Shmi Skywalker for ten years, since he left her behind in a dangerous planet as somebody else's literal property. He has every cause for concern and now is getting nightmares that may be force visions of her suffering. He clearly tells Obi-Wan about it and Obi-Wan responds by telling him that the dreams will pass and to stop caring about his mother/pestering Obi-Wan about her wellbeing. Pretty darn insensitive in my opinion.

Then during the actual bodyguard part of the movie. Anakin and Padme together make a plan to lure out the assassin trying to kill her. That plan involves using Padme as bait while Anakin is on the other room using the force to sense potential threats. Obi-Wan arrives on screen, learns about it and immediately casts doubts on Anakin's ability to carry out the plan. To me that feels more like Obi-Wan doing this as a way to force Anakin back in his place because he is angry they made a plan without him. The whole point of Anakin is how incredibly powerful he is. He should absolutely be able to sense a threat literally in the other room. Moreover Obi-Wan was Anakin's primary teacher and they have already been together in a number of missions, so he should also have a very good idea about Anakin's abilities. He is just being dismissive because he feels Anakin is challenging his authority. A moment later Anakin does sense the threat in Padme's room.

Then Obi-Wan jumps out of the window to chase the droid. Anakin then acts as a model partner imo. He doesn't panic or anything. He checks Padme is safe and in no more immediate danger and then immediately finds an appropriate vehicle and runs after Obi-Wan. He catches him on time and then engages in a high speed chase with the assassin. During the entire time of the chase Obi-Wan keeps yelling at Anakin instead of just trusting him, the person who has the most experience among them in piloting and high speed chases. I am honestly surprised Anakin didn't tell him to shut up even once.

Then Anakin jumps of the speeder to catch the assassin. He does the exact same thing Obi-Wan did. I would even argue he is more successful because he does manage to disable her speeder. When Obi-Wan catches up to him he immediately scolds Anakin for doing the same thing Obi-Wan had done only five minutes ago. He specifically says:

"I swear you will be the death of me"

I know people usually take it as a light hearted joke. But in context it really is not. Obi-Wan and Anakin are Jedi and are often expected to go on dangerous missions together where they will have to depend on each other's skills to survive. It would be pretty hurtful to Anakin to be told by his teacher that raised him for ten years that Anakin's actions during a mission will cause his death. And he is pretty hurt by it, which he again tells Obi-Wan clearly:

"Don't say that Master. You are the closest thing I have to a father. I love you and I don't want to cause you pain. "

And Obi-Wan's response: "Then why won't you listen to me?"

Anakin clearly tells Obi-Wan that his words hurt him. He also tells Obi-Wan how much he means to him and that he doesn't want Obi-Wan to come to harm. Obi-Wan responds with a dismissive joke, doesn't even consider that his careless remark hurt Anakin and he should perhaps apologize. He never even addresses Anakin's confession of loving Obi-Wan as a father figure.

I don't say that Obi-Wan was a bad teacher. Anakin managed to catch up to and even surpass his peers while under Obi-Wan's tutelage, so he must have been pretty good. And they definitely had their good moments otherwise Anakin wouldn't care about him so much. And Obi-Wan is capable of compassion and kindness as evidenced when he tells Padme of her husband's fall.

But I am so angry at the fandom portraying Obi-Wan as this sensitive flower who always considers other people's feelings and is always hurt by Anakin's reckless and cruel words but never tells him and suffers in silence because he doesn't want to hurt Anakin/is afraid of Anakin's temper. Anakin was a child, a student under Obi-Wan's care for the majority of their relationship. And in the movies it's Obi-Wan who is repeatedly shown to make insensitive and hurtful remarks and then completely ignore and dismiss Anakin when he calls him out and/or expresses his hurt.

[grapenehifics]

something i love about solsbury hill is how at the end of it all, theyre both still in their 20s. They've got so much life ahead of them to live and love each other! :)

BABIES, the both of them. I know they're both on their second marriage and are raising three children one of whom is already in high school but they are BABIES and they get SO much time together to learn from and with one another and travel and experiment and try new things and quit other things and support each other and love each other through all the hard stuff and all the good stuff and some stuff they or I can't even imagine yet.

I've got various things imagined for their future - simple stuff like Anakin teaching the twins to ride bikes without training wheels, and big stuff like Obi-Wan doing what they talked about and transitioning to teaching full-time. I thought about Anakin taking a step back from working at the shop and finishing his bachelor's - I thought it would be cute if he and Ahsoka were going to college at the same time, and Ahsoka, like any normal college student, would be very embarrassed by her father waving wildly across the quad at her and bringing her lunch when she forgets, and even more embarrassed when having to explain to her new friends that yes, that twenty-nine-year-old man is her dad, and please could you stop making eyes at him because he's very married.

Anakin starts making extra money on the side by buying classic cars in pieces and Frankensteining them back together and selling them to collectors. He refurbs an Austin Healy Sprite and Obi-Wan has such heart eyes any time he looks at it - even though he won't admit he likes it and insists (correctly) that it's totally impractical for their family and they have no room to store it - that Anakin claims to have 'sold it' only turns out he just bought it right back, slapped a giant bow on it and gifted it to Obi-Wan, who (after enumerating to Anakin all the varied ways in which this is a bad idea) drives his husband up to Makeout Point and fucks him over the driver's seat.

(Anakin's like that? That's your dream car? Weird choice babe but I support you in every way and I will continue to source obscure parts for you and keep that car running with my dying breath if it will make you happy. I will even drive a station wagon to make up for the fact that we are a five-person family and your car can only seat one passenger and is totally useless anytime it so much as drizzles.)

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Nine: The Needle

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 8,690 Chapter Summary: Boba and Ahsoka come home, Rex and Cody have a discussion about what to do regarding Ahsoka, and Ahsoka discovers a traitor in the barracks.

Boba gave the turbolaser cannons one last, wistful look. "Shame we didn't get to actually use them."

Ahsoka helped hoist Boba's rucksack up onto his shoulders. He hoped the twenty kilos of beskar plates didn't yank him backwards once she let go. "Use what?" she asked.

"The cannons. You should have let me shoot the weather matrix." Boba squeaked once Ahsoka let go of her share of the weight. He adjusted the ruck and rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka snickered. "I'm pretty sure we're in enough trouble as is for threatening to do it."

"I thought Koon smoothed it over with the Council," Boba said, trying not to wheeze. Beskar was fucking heavy.

"He gave his report to Master Windu." Ahsoka made a face. "I received… several messages about it from my Master. We'll see."

"Have we remembered everything?" Plo asked them as they joined him in the airlock.

Ahsoka shrugged. "I couldn't find the robes that I wore on Geonosis anywhere."

"I have them. I will repair the sleeve for you tonight." Plo lowered the docking ramp. "I must report back to the Temple, and I have some business to attend to first, but I will have it done by morning."

"What kind of business?" Boba asked before he could stop himself.

"Jedi business." Plo patted him on the head.

"If you're too busy I can ask Master Kenobi to fix it. His stitchwork is a lot neater than mine or Anakin's." Ahsoka said it casually and picked at her cuticles.

Boba raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to remind her that she wasn't talking to the old fart.

"That is an excellent idea." Plo's face crinkled up in a smile. He fished out the bundle of her ruined robes from his satchel and handed them over.

She tucked them into her own bag. "See you in the morning, then?" She hugged Master Plo goodbye.

"Bright and early." Plo squeezed her one last time, then winked at Boba. "Remember, young man, no burning the barracks down."

Boba rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Robert's head stuck out from under his arm and the tooka doll was being strangled in the zipped-up top of his rucksack. "Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around after Plo had reboarded The Babasta.

"Well–" Ahsoka checked her chrono. "It's just after 1900. They'll have all headed out to the bars by now. This place is dead when they've got any sort of shore leave, they like to milk it." She guided him towards the interior. "Let's lock up the beskar'gam in Rex's office, then we can head out and grab some food."

"In your jammies?" Boba asked, eyeing the red linen sleeping robe she wore like a tunic over her gray leggings. With long sleeves and a tie enclosure at the waist, it looked more or less like the same Jedi osik she had started the trip wearing, but thinner and a lot shorter.

"Everything's covered up," she replied. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You got your own ride?" Boba asked stiffly, readjusting the heavy strap.

"My Master messaged a few minutes ago to say that he'll be here as soon as his strategy meeting is over with." She pushed him forward a little when he tilted backwards on the short ramp leading to the interior. "How's Biscuit Baron sound?"

"Sweet," Boba squeaked. He staggered down the hall and did his best impression of a human that didn't need oxygen. Ahsoka patiently guided him towards Tiarek's office, unlocked the door, and flicked on the lights.

"We'll close it up in the locker," Ahsoka said, helping slide the sack from his shoulders. Boba held his composure for a few more seconds before he let out a long, shuddering breath, dropped his shebs on Tiarek's rack, then gave up the fight and started panting from the exertion.

Ahsoka snickered and secured the locker after entering in the twenty-digit passcode and dropping the bag inside. "Do you think someone will steal them?" Boba panted.

She scrunched her nose up in amusement. "Nobody would steal them, but the odds of someone borrowing them to take a few holopics in is pretty high." She pinged something on her commlink. "Oh, good, Rex is still here. Let's go say hi."

Boba's anxiety returned and hit him like a speederbus. He never should have shown her the holopics, he knew that, but it just… it had felt like the right thing to do, and Dad had taught him to never ignore his gut when it spoke that strongly to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, frowning.

"Are you going to tell him what I said?" Boba asked, nervously fidgeting with Robert's claws.

"I planned on talking about it with him, yes." Her eyes darted around his head for a few seconds, like she was tracking an insect, then she took a seat next to him. "Why does that make you nervous?" she asked gently.

"Every time I try, he argues with me over it. He was so sure that it never happened that he even had me doubting it." Boba sighed. "I don't know. Maybe you should just leave it alone."

"Is that what you want, or are you afraid of what might happen if I do?" she asked softly.

"Fuck, I don't know. I never should have said anything, I just…" Boba trailed off miserably.

"You just want your brother back," Ahsoka finished for him. "That's why you were so upset about the lockbox going missing, right?"

Boba nodded. "Maybe the holopics will be enough." He doubted it. Tiarek would find some way to rationalize it, or just flat out deny that it was him. If he had the art they made, or the journal that Mama had left behind, maybe he would have at least accepted it instead of flat denying everything. "I just wish it never happened. That there was just some Force osik that could undo it."

"Tell me about it." Ahsoka said wryly. "Unfortunately, that's not how the Force works. I wish it did, trust me. I know what it's like to wish that you could just go back to before the bad thing happened, but you can't. You just have to keep going forward and not look back." She went misty eyed and distant for a few moments, then she bumped his shoulder and smiled. "If it eases your mind, I'm not going to bring it up to Rex just yet. He deserves to know, but I need to meditate about it before I can make the decision on how to approach it with him." Her stomach growled loudly. "And maybe eat a nerfburger or six," she added with a snicker, and he huffed a little laugh in return. "It looks like Rex is in the officer's lounge. You remember where that is, right?"

Boba scooted forward off of the mattress with Robert under his arm and scowled, repeating yourememberwherethatis? in a whiny voice under his breath.

Her face went oddly vacant for a second and she clapped a hand over the back of her neck.

"What?" Boba asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just a chill," she assured him, then put him in a headlock.

"Oi!" Boba squawked.

"Come on, Bo'ika, race you to the turbo-lift," Ahsoka teased, dragging him out into the hall. "And no throwing elbows this time."

Boba twisted out of her loose grip. "You need a head start?" he asked innocently, eyeing the hallway for obstacles. If he was going to beat her and her long fucking legs, he was going to need an advantage.

"Do you?" Ahsoka taunted back. She backed up to the end of the hallway and crouched down into a starting squat, planting her heel against the wall. "Ready?"

Boba mimicked her, smirking. "On three?"

"One," she began, tilting her rump towards the ceiling.

"Two." Boba grinned fiercely and vibrated with anticipation.

"Three!" They both shoved off the wall and sprinted towards the turbo-lift. A shiny happened to wander out of the first-floor fresher at the exactly the wrong moment… for Ahsoka, at least. Boba hip-checked her towards the trooper and ran for it, cackling like a po'ackster.

"Boba!" Ahsoka shrieked. He heard a kerfuffle and a frantic apology, then he tripped over his own feet as she scampered past him on all fours like a giant orange tooka. He landed hard and slid a few feet, wheezing with laughter.

Ahsoka reached the elevator first and spun on her heels, spread her legs out like a spider, then started skittering back towards Boba.

"Oh, fuck off!" he shrieked, laughing hysterically. He tried to push up to his feet and run but didn't make it before Ahsoka reached him and started tickling him, laughing devilishly.

"N-n-n-n-" Boba gasped, still laughing but not because it was funny. He hated being tickled. Ordo used to pin him down and do it until he would struggle for air or wet himself, whatever happened first. Ahsoka immediately stopped and backed away so he could breathe.

"You good, vod'ika?" she asked, tilting her head.

Boba nodded after a few seconds and caught his breath.

"Come on." Ahsoka grabbed his hands and dragged him on his back to the turbo-lift. She spared a glance for the shiny still at the end of the hall, frozen at their antics. "Welcome to the 501st!" she called to him with a wave, then summoned Robert to her hand and closed the doors with a mad giggle.

Rex leaned back and looked at the black line he'd just poked into Cody's skin with a critical eye.

"You fucked it up, didn't you?" Cody drawled, his voice muffled from being face-down on the sofa.

"I never fuck it up, shabuir." Rex flicked his brother's ear and started the second run on the angular sunburst he was forever adding to on Cody's back. He was going to run out of room soon; he was already out to Cody's shoulders and the vain little baby didn't want him poking his shebs like he would with a proper Mando sal'gam.

"I'm surprised you let the boys out tonight, given that you're shipping out tomorrow."

"We don't leave until midday." Rex dipped his needle into the pot of black ink and adjusted his knees on the ground next to Cody.

"Still."

"If they're still hungover by the time we get to Goran then that's on them." Rex wiped away excess ink and kept poking. He'd come a long way from hiding in Cody's tube at night with steel filaments and ink balls stolen from the practice range, both of them practicing patterns that they'd seen on their Mandalorian trainers on each other until late into the night.

Cody chuckled. "What're you going to do with Boba?"

Rex shrugged. "That's up to Ahsoka. She's his guardian."

"Speaking of which…" Cody glanced at Rex and waited for him to say something, and when he didn't he let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't like sitting on this, vod'ika."

"I believe Skywalker," Rex said firmly. He had to. He couldn't go into battle beside a man he didn't trust, so he had made his decision and would stick with it until it bit him in the shebs and everything went to hell.

"So do I. The di'kut doesn't know his own strength, it doesn't mean that it shouldn't be reported," Cody retorted.

"If Ahsoka wanted it reported then nothing could stop her from shutting up about it, we both know that." Rex wiped more ink away. "I'm going to have a chat with her about it when she gets back and we'll go from there."

"So she can convince you to let Skywalker off the hook?" Cody asked sharply. "Even if it was unquestionably an accident, that doesn't mean it should be swept under the rug and you know it."

"I'm not going to throw my general to the shabla akul because his hand malfunctioned!" Rex exclaimed. "Since the kid is the one who this affects, the kid is who decides what happens next, 'lek? You already gave your word."

"Ugh." Cody buried his glaring face in his folded elbow. "Shabla dalgaan."

"Ni cuy shabla dalgaan?" Rex raised an eyebrow and pointed to his chest, offended. "Ni salgorani gar shabla shebs bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, ori'vod."

"Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere."

Rex rolled his eyes and continued poking. "Then you'd have to get Bly to do this," he reminded his brother. "And after what you did to his cheeks, I don't think it'll look half as nice as how I do it."

"I gave him what he wanted," Cody said into his elbow.

"I can't believe you did that to your own batchmate." Rex wiped his line and gathered more ink.

"I gave him exactly what he asked for, bev'kovid!" Cody exclaimed, offended.

"As his vod it was your job to talk him out of two giant shabla golden tickets on his cheeks, Codes!" Rex said loudly. "Jesse wanted his cog dead center and I ignored him and did it on the side so he didn't look like a di'kut."

"Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik," Cody scoffed.

"Nayc gar." Rex poked his brother's ass cheek with the dull end of the needle and snickered evilly as he jumped and yelped, looking at his shebs with paranoid eyes.

"Little shit," Cody sniffed and laid back down. "You want me to do yours after this?"

"Might as well while we've got the time." Rex finished off the last diamond, completing the diamond-dash dadita spelling of Ponds along the underside of a sun ray. "Ni suc'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc," he said quietly, wiping away the last of the ink.

"Ni partayli, gar darasuum," Cody finished. "Ponds."

"Ponds." Rex lifted his beer from the floor and took a sip. "Now," he said, carefully placing the bottle on the floor where he wouldn't knock it over, "I can squeeze either Waxer or Apex in before I get to the edge, or you can man up and let me start a new one on your–"

"Stop!" Cody whined, smacking the hand with the needle in it away from his shebs.

"Stubborn chakaar," Rex snickered under his breath.

There was a gasp from the doorway. "Language, Captain!" Ahsoka said, pressing a dramatic hand to her heart. She was dressed in her short red sleeping robe instead of her normal Jedi robes and had Boba right behind her, his oversized rancor plushie tucked tight under one arm.

Rex put his needle down with a grin and opened his arms. Boba crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around Rex's neck. "Su cuy'gar," he murmured in Boba's ear, and got to his feet still holding him. "Well done, Boba. Very well done."

Boba's cheek warmed up where it pressed against his own. "Your vod'ika is insane," he mumbled back.

"I could have told you that," Rex chuckled, meeting Ahsoka's big blue eyes. "Should have warned you about it, actually."

"Rude," Ahsoka said with a smile. She leaned down to touch foreheads with Cody. "Are we good, vod?" she asked him quietly.

Cody's face softened. "Of course we are, Os'ika," he reassured her, using her to pull himself to his seat.

Rex threw him a questioning look over Boba's head, and Cody meaningfully looked at her arm.

"Alright, enough of this mushy shit," Boba mumbled, pushing away to look at Cody. "Let me see your sal'gam."

Cody snickered and released Ahsoka, who immediately walked into Rex's arms for her own hug.

"Hi, vod'ika," Rex said fondly.

"Ori'vod," Ahsoka said back, purring happily.

"Heard you ran into some trouble on Geonosis," Rex said. He rubbed the root of her rear lek and made her purr rev up like a luxury speeder engine.

"Yeah, we–" she went stiff in his arms and leaned back, her eyes narrow and suspicious. A muscle in her jaw twitched.

Rex raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"There's something on your face," she mumbled after a few seconds of consternated silence. Her lek thumped with an irritated thwack! against her back, stripes so dark that they looked nearly black even in fluorescent lighting.

Rex swiped at his cheek, confused. "Should I go wash?" he asked, bewildered. Had he rubbed against something in the market that she didn't like? Was it that tooka that had tried to come home with him and Skywalker, or maybe some of that soup was–

Ahsoka yanked his head down and buried her nose in the meat of his cheek. She snuffled him like a hound trying to catch a scent then growled, sounding eerily like Grizzer when someone got too close to his slop bowl, with a primal undertone that sent his hair standing straight up.

"Littl'un?" Rex asked faintly. Behind her, Boba and Cody exchanged confused looks.

"Come here," Ahsoka said darkly, then started furiously rubbing her soft lek against his cheek.

"Easy kid, easy," he chuckled, holding her back a little so she didn't knock him over.

"Hold still," she snapped, still bunting her head all over him and purring like a territorial tooka.

Rex barely restrained himself from giggling when she migrated to a ticklish spot on his neck. "What's got you in a mood?"

Ahsoka growled instead of answering and moved onto his right cheek.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." He gently pushed her away from his head after a few more seconds of rubbing. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Hey," he said, chuffing her under her chin. "We need to have a talk, you and I."

Her eyes shot up and lost their attitude. "About what?" she asked warily.

Rex reached out and gently squeezed her left bicep, watching her closely for a reaction.

"Oh." She took a deep, huffy breath and turned accusing eyes on Cody.

Cody met them unapologetically and finished his beer without blinking.

"Step out with me." Rex pulled her gently towards the door and closed it for the illusion of privacy, knowing full well that Boba and Cody were already pressed up against the vent.

"Listen, I don't know what Cody told you–" she began.

"He told me something different than what the General said,'' Rex cut her off, fixing her with his best stern ori'vod look. "I'll give you a chance to tell me your side of all of this, then we'll go from there."

Ahsoka's lips thinned. "I could just order you to drop it, you know," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Don't you dare." Rex mirrored her.

She heaved a deep sigh. "It was an accident. His mech–" she shivered and clapped her hand over the back of her neck, looking around with a frown.

Rex narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to get out of answering with some made-up Force nonsense right now, vod'ika."

"I'm not," she replied, annoyed. Her rear lek thumped again. "I sensed something for the first time in your office. I just felt it again. It's like I'm being watched."

Rex frowned. "Klem, come in," he said into his commlink.

"Yes, Captain?" the gate guard replied immediately.

"Anyone come into the barracks tonight that wasn't a clone?"

"Just Commander Tano and the runt, Sir. General Koon was here for a few moments but left right away."

Ahsoka rubbed her arms like she was cold. "Something's not right," she said, looking at the door to the officer's lounge worriedly.

"Don't let anyone in or out other than troopers," Rex ordered Klem, then closed the channel. His eyes locked onto a trooper at the end of the hall. "Private!" he barked.

The trooper stopped short and stood at attention. Rex jerked his head for him to approach.

"Have you seen anyone enter the barracks in the last few hours that wasn't a clone?" Rex asked once the shiny was close.

"No, Sir!" The trooper clicked his heels together.

Rex nodded. "Keep an eye on the entr–"

"What's your name, Private?" Ahsoka interrupted.

"Falin, Ma'am," he immediately responded.

Ahsoka's hand shot up to her neck again. "Bucket off, Falin," she ordered.

Falin's visor turned to Rex, who narrowed his eyes; didn't he know who he was talking to? "As Commander Tano ordered, Private Falin," Rex reiterated, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Sir." The clone reached up to his helmet with his left hand, slowly, then his right darted to his holster and drew in Ahsoka's direction. Rex immediately shoved her to the side and took the bolt directly to his unarmed chest–

Ahsoka caught Rex before he hit the ground, instantly out cold from the blue stunner bolt. She gently lowered him and kept his head from hitting the tile. "Cody, k'akaan'jori!" she bellowed, taking off in a sprint. The shiny was already at the end of the hall, halfway through the emergency staircase door.

Ahsoka felt her brain slow down and speed up at the same time, blocking out any stimulus other than her prey. She locked on to his naturally red aura like a beacon, tracking him through the floors with a hunter's focus, even as he got out of what her normal range of Empathy allowed. Following a tingle down her spine, she ripped off a vent cover with the Force and slid into the ventilation shaft beside the turbo-lift, taking a more direct route to the ground floor. She hit the ground hard on her heels and bounced forward, straight through the closet door and in front of him.

She didn't bother ordering him to stop, she spun in a high rear kick and clotheslined him with her leg. The way his helmet popped off and the squeak of surprise he let out would have been comical if the shabuir hadn't just shot Rex.

The surge of hormonal rage she was fighting off after smelling an unknown Togruta female's scent mark on Rex's cheek didn't help her mood either.

She kicked the clone's blaster away – and he was a clone, though the lines around his eyes said he hadn't been shiny for a while – and put him in a headlock, seething and spitting with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarled, squeezing his neck just hard enough to not break it. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

The clone, quickly turning purple, shot a jet of fire from his wrist. She let go just in time to duck and felt the flames heat the air above her montrals. She rolled and shot her leg out as she regained her feet, going for a sweep that he barely jumped over.

Ahsoka looked up just in time to catch the clone's returning punch and turn it away, bringing her long leg up in a wheel kick with the same motion. It connected and he went stumbling forward. She used the Force to shove him onto his face, but almost as if he had anticipated it he used the momentum to roll and pop back up to his feet. He shot a length of whipcord at her to bind her arms to her sides and ran for it.

"Zisiyeni," she snarled. She awkwardly pulled her sabers into her hands and cut the whipcord, but by the time she'd freed herself he had already made it to the line of speederbikes near the entrance of the hangar. "Oh no you don't," she growled. She pulled on the Force and leapt. The clone gunned the thrusters and she landed in the exact spot he had been in only moments before. She kicked the neighboring speederbike to life and jetted out of the hangar after him into the nighttime traffic.

The clone shot south through three lanes of traffic and down a half-dozen levels. Her speederbike whined as Ahsoka strained the repulsors. As she brought it up to level, the clone's bike in front of her made a small sparking pop and shuddered.

Ahsoka realized that in their rush, they'd both hopped onto the bikes in the maintenance lineup. Her repulsors were solid, just noisier than a nest full of narchlings, but it appeared by the lavender smoke and constant popping that the clone was riding a speederbike with a tibanna leak. He was going down quickly, and she wasn't going to let him get away into the undercity if she could help it, not after shooting her kriffing Rex.

The clone's bike sputtered three more times and then he started slowly dropping, and even over her whining repulsors Ahsoka could hear him cursing up a streak that would make Boba blush. She sped up with renewed fire in her blood. A first-gen clone disguised as a shiny in her barracks armed with Mandalorian gadgets like a flamethrower and whipcord? She had an idea of who was slowly crashing down in front of her, or what at least. Her brain was putting the pieces together rapidly even as she wove in and out of rush-hour traffic, collecting honks like they were Monomoko badges, too used to having to rapidly plot out a plan of attack while under fire to not multitask.

She'd wager every stupid, overpriced couch that Padmé had ever bought that there was a Null on that speederbike.

Another tingle on the back of her neck told her to draw her saber just in time to deflect a concussion round from a far-off rooftop. She batted it away but the vibration of the bolt blasted her saber clean out of her hand and sent it flying into the undercity below.

"Oh, you are dead!" she snarled, straining the thrusters to get ahead of the clone. She jackknifed and drew her shoto at the same time, slicing downward as he sped below her speederbike. She disabled his rear repulsors completely with the blow. He dropped like a rock and skidded to a sparking stop on top of a Quarren buffet. Ahsoka dove, then turned to get ahead of him. She spun to face him and ducked immediately to avoid a grapple to the face. It hit the seat behind her and the clone came flying along the rope feet first, hitting her in the chest and knocking out both her wind and her shebs from her seat right as they both cleared the edge of the roof.

Ahsoka fell, and fell, and she watched the clone's aura go staticky-gray with fear-dismay-regret as she went. She gasped for air that her spasming diaphragm couldn't pull in, and when she clipped a speeder three lanes down with her foot she was sent into a disorienting spin. She tried not to panic, but the inability to breathe while spinning and falling at terminal velocity robbed her of the ability to center herself. Honking speeders swerved around her falling body and she still couldn't stop spinning or even breathe and she was falling faster and faster and she was going to–

A warm, familiar presence covered her skin like a tingling blanket and calmed her panic. The Force cradled her, slowed her flailing spin, then flipped her over so she could see where she was going. Newly-centered, she focused on the turquoise and white speeder below her and carefully aimed for the passenger seat. She grabbed Anakin's outstretched hand and let him yank her to safety.

"Hello, Snips," he said pleasantly. He held up the saber that had been blasted out of her hand with a bemused look.

"Hi, Skyguy," Ahsoka panted. She took her saber back, a little embarrassed. "You're late."

"Yeah, well, you know–"

"Couldn't find a speeder you liked?" she couldn't help but joke.

"Actually, I was getting you Quasar." He shook a plastic cup full of creamy pink tea with orange balls at the bottom. "Hibiscus with triple cream and meiloorun boba. You're welcome."

Ahsoka snickered and took a sip. "You're the best, Master."

"I know." Anakin swerved below a blinking speederbus and sped under the line of traffic stopped at the light. "So who are we chasing?"

"A clone. He identified himself as Falin, but I doubt that's his real name. He was creeping around the barracks disguised as a shiny." A wave of anger rose up hot and bitter in Ahsoka's chest. "He shot Rex when I told him to take his bucket off."

"He shot Rex?" Anakin's aura flared white with staticky fear.

"Stunner bolt. He's okay."

Anakin sighed with blue relief. "You think this clone was after Boba?" he asked, narrowly avoiding rear-ending a police droid.

The clone got off on the exit to Coco Town. Ahsoka cursed under her breath. "I'm not sure, but I can't think of any other reason he'd be there."

Anakin reached over her and fastened her seatbelt without taking his eyes off of traffic, then did a barrel roll through four levels of packed speeders and shot down the center of a descension tunnel. "Uh, Master?" Ahsoka asked, confused. "Isn't this the opposite direction? He's going to get away!"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Watch and learn, Padawan," he said, somehow managing to sound exasperated and smug at the same time, then leveled out and reversed into a maintenance tunnel. Without any traffic to worry about, he gunned the thrusters and throttled up until the needle topped out at 200/kmh while still in reverse. He picked up his own drink – something iced that smelled like chocolate and kokanini – and slurped it loudly.

Ahsoka chewed her boba and took a moment to subtly examine him while she had a chance; though his aura had lightened to a vivid orange with excitement-anticipation, there was a yellow-violet line of guilt-shame like a bruise along the edge. He was still affected by what he'd done to her. His eyes shone and his energy was manic, borderline feral. He was practically vibrating like a pent-up racing fathier and it didn't have anything to do with the caf; she felt his desire to protect her, to redeem himself, to prove that she could trust him again echoing across their bond.

Anakin finished his drink, tossed it over the edge, shot his arm out over her chest to stop her from bruising herself on her seatbelt, then braked hard. He shot up forty levels in five seconds and practically broke the sound barrier leaving the ascension tunnel, then flew back into traffic behind the clone close enough for her to see the blue relief battle it out with the red anger and chartreuse annoyance in his aura.

The clone was… grateful that he hadn't killed her? Ahsoka was surprised, to say the least.

"You ready?" Anakin asked loudly. He was gaining on the clone quickly now that he wasn't hobbled by the civilian traffic of the main drag. A speederbike with lame repulsors was no match for an engine rebuilt by a podracing gearhead whose only real hobby was making things go way faster than they needed to.

Ahsoka undid her seatbelt, crouched on the seat, and readied her saber with a nod.

"I'll be right behind you!" Anakin yelled. He slid underneath the speederbike and popped up a few inches in front of it. Ahsoka immediately leapt for the clone with her saber ignited and jammed it into the repulsors before he could so much as say papurgaat. The speederbike started sputtering and jerking, and the clone struggled to keep his stolen speederbike from going into a tailspin. Ahsoka did a backflip off the seat, pushing off extra hard to lessen his control.

The bike came to a spinning crash into an alley two blocks west of where she landed. She sprinted towards the smoke with a curse, hoping that Anakin had blocked off whatever exit he could. A dizzying sense of deja-vu hit her like a cold winter wind off the mountains when she turned the corner, and after she slid into the alley–

No. No.

It was the alley that Obi-Wan had pretended to die in. The crates were still toppled over, the pavement still dark where his blood had pooled. That was where she had held him after he crashed through the crates like a meteor. She'd gently turned him over, carefully minding his neck and back in case he had damaged his spinal cord, Obi-Wan's eyes are shut tight like he had been bracing himself for the fall. His beautiful, glacial-blue aura like the sky above the mountains is gone. His heart is silent, his chest doesn't move, her leggings are sticky and warm with blood. "Please," she whispers. "P-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–" People approach and whisper amongst themselves. Someone approaches her from the side and quickly retreats when she bares her fangs at them. Frantic footsteps echo through the alley, Anakin comes skidding to a halt seconds later. "How is he?" he asks, his aura blinding white with sheer panic. She looks up at him, unable to say it out loud and make it true, barely able to see Anakin's face through her tears.

The Force screamed a warning through her fugue just in time for her to dodge the clone's swing. She cartwheeled to the side and dodged his leg sweep, then jumped at him with a flying roundhouse kick. He ducked underneath it and shoved her away from him.

She grabbed for her sabers and found only air at her sides. The clone smirked at her and held up the belt he'd managed to rip off, then chucked it into the dumpster behind him.

Shabuir. Ahsoka dropped down into a Fáng Shìlóng stance, turning her toes out and straightening her back before bringing her hands up. The clone smirked at her and sank into Echani.

Ahsoka eyed the remaining blaster at his waist and briefly wondered why he wasn't using it before blocking his first strike; a hard, straight-armed punch to the face that would have broken her nose had it connected. Ducking the next three strikes that whistled in the air around her montrals, she eased out of Fáng Shìlóng and switched to match his Echani. She elbowed the clone in the gut, dropped, then turned on her knees to try and throw him over her shoulder the same way she did Blitz, but instead of letting her get an arm around his neck he rolled into the toss and then threw her forward with his considerable strength. She crashed into the crates and rolled to a stop face-first on the dark stain.

Please Bobi, open your eyes…

The scent of Obi-Wan's blood had her brain in the same spinning, panicked state that it was that night. The clone kicked her in the stomach with his plastoid boot and sent her rolling to the side in a tumbled heap. He straddled her waist, pinning her with his heavy weight, then raised a fist. With no other recourse, she protected her face with her arms and turned to the one move she wasn't allowed to use during sparring; she slammed a knee up between his legs as hard as she could and scrambled the gett'se behind his codpiece. His aura flashed neon orange with shock-anger and he rolled off of her, swearing a blue streak of Mando'a under his breath.

Ahsoka struggled to her feet and hopped backwards a bit, dragging the knee that was still tingling from smacking into plastoid. "Enough!" she snarled, holding her hands up to summon her sabers.

The clone panted and shook his head, his face sweaty and bright red from exertion and pain, and struck at her chest with his elbow before her weapons reached her. She caught his elbow with her palms and pushed outwards, following with a high kick that missed his chin by a hairsbreadth. He feinted forward, her punch went wide, and he pinned her arms at her sides in a wampa hug.

"Get off of me!" she snarled. She headbutted him, used the wall to walk up and over his head to break the hold, then kneed him hard in the spine. The blow sent him stumbling forward, only for him to turn and kick her in the chest and propel her towards the opposite wall.

She smashed into it hard and saw stars, the fatty padding of her rear lek the only thing saving her skull from being cracked open. He took advantage of her daze by dragging her to the ground and pinning her again. He brought a fist up to finish her off and went still; his eyes bugged out of his head and he clawed at his throat. He rose up in the air with lips quickly going blue and was dragged off of her like he had an invisible noose around his neck, plastoid boots scraping helplessly at the concrete.

Anakin stood at the opposite end of the alley with an outstretched hand, his aura a tornado of ivory terror spinning with ribbons of crimson fury and teal protection, all surrounded by a hungry, creeping darkness that Ahsoka recognized all too well. He dragged the clone towards him by the throat and watched him struggle for air with dark, wild eyes.

Ahsoka scrambled to her feet and stumbled towards Anakin. "Master," she called, then screwed her eyes shut as the alley tilted around her. Her head felt like someone had taken a hydrospanner to the back of it. "Master, we… we need him alive." She projected weak green calm and the smell of rain on the desert wind as best as she could manage with her head spinning, praying it would be enough to blow away the terrifying, sticky darkness that she had worked so hard to glean away from him before.

Anakin didn't answer her, too lost in his rage. He recognized the alley, too. It was distracting him like it had her, making it too hard to focus on control. He was panicking from what he'd seen, a clone twice her size pinning her to the ground, about to knock her lights out. His hand tightened and the clone's aura went glowing white with fear-pain.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka yelled, but it was no good; he was too far gone, his aura spinning too violently to accept the pitiful calm she projected at him. She braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to center herself as best she could before she gleaned it off and brought her Master back to his right mind.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. Ahsoka let her aura flow outwards and folded it around Anakin's, drenching him with peace like a spring thunderstorm. The shadow slipped and slid unnaturally around the edges of their joined aura, hungrily sniffing the fresh blood coming from wounds in the heart newly reopened. His grief-rage-guilt hit her with the force of a crashing starfighter, almost throwing her to the ground with its intensity. She box breathed and controlled the spin of the storm around them.

There is no emotion, there is peace. Ahsoka reached out to the darkness and wrapped it around her fists like spiderwebs, tearing the black away from where it choked Anakin's bright red. She had gleaned it away before, she could do it again. She opened herself up to the Cosmic Force, listened to it roar in her montrals like river rapids before going suddenly silent, and let it scour away the darkness surrounding them both.

"Easy, Skyguy," she whispered. "Let him go. You did it. You saved me. You can let him go now."

Something clicked in him, lightened just like it had the night he had broken her arm; it sent the hungry shadow fleeing and lucidity returned to Anakin's eyes. He immediately let the clone fall to the ground and stumbled backwards, wallowing in pale yellow shock-distress at what he'd almost done.

She detangled their auras gently and slid down the wall, as exhausted as if she'd just done a twelve-mile ruck in a blizzard.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin ran to her side and skidded to a stop, dropping to the ground in front of her. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? How bad–"

"I'm okay." Ahsoka pulled herself together and gave him a wan smile before eyeing the limp body of the clone. He was still alive, thankfully. Anakin hadn't… he hadn't.

Anakin nodded and swallowed hard, looking sick. "Let's get going." He slung her arm around his neck and helped her walk back to his speeder, dragging the clone's unconscious body behind them with the Force.

The clone had no tattoos or unique scars, no holotags, not even an identification chip in his wrist. Rex had been conscious for a whole five minutes by the time they returned to the barracks but he wasted no time in helping Cody and Anakin tie him up in a chair in the officer's lounge.

Poor Boba was shaking like an aktipan that lived in a rich woman's purse, his aura trembling and pale violet with shock-guilt. Ahsoka held him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly and willing her headache to go away.

"I'm sorry," he said for the fiftieth time. "I should have helped. I–"

"You stayed safe. That's all I care about." Ahsoka pressed her forehead against his.

"We have any stims in here?" Anakin barked, throwing open the cabinets of the kitchenette like he expected them to be stored next to the caf concentrate and ration bars. His aura was a tightly-controlled ball of deep red anger-frustration and a little yellow embarrassment, and his mech hand kept clenching with the desire to hit something.

Rex shook his head. "Should be a pack of 'em in my office, Sir." He made for the door. "I'll–"

"I'll get them," Ahsoka offered. Rex still looked a bit unsteady; she'd been stunned enough times during dance practice to know exactly how fuzzy his head was. "Where are they?"

"The top shelf of my locker." Rex nodded at her gratefully.

Ahsoka kissed Boba's cheek. "Stay here, vod'ika," she murmured into his ear before standing.

Rex and Cody both froze and turned to her with staticky-white shock rippling around them.

"You're not actually surprised, right?" she asked them wryly over her shoulder, leaving before they had a chance to respond.

The barracks were still almost empty of troopers and nobody stopped her on the way to Rex's office. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and stopped dead.

The locker was open. The rucksack, the beskar'gam, even the tooka doll was gone.

She didn't need to call Inspector Divo to help her solve this mystery. There was only one person who could have taken it; or rather, there was only one person who would have ordered it taken.

Kal shabuirla Skirata.

Ahsoka snatched the box of stims and marched to the stairwell, her brain working faster than her feet. Obviously the clone had led her away from the barracks so the armor would be easy pickings. The only thing she wanted to know, though, was which one of Skirata's little angels of death was currently tied up in the officer's lounge, and how badly Skirata wanted him back. Had he intended to be caught, or was he just trying to keep her as far away from the barracks for as long as possible?

She was still glad she had stopped Anakin from killing him if for no other reason than that they now had leverage to get the beskar'gam back. She slid the door to the lounge open with the Force, removed a stim from the box, and jammed it into the clone's neck without a word. A chorus of protesting shouts sprang out from the men in the room.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin yanked her away from the clone with a bolt of teal concern. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waking him up." She tossed the box on the table. She was spitting mad, nearly vibrating with it, her lek smacking against her back like a drum. She pushed Anakin's arm down and slapped the clone's cheek. "Hey. Eyes open, shabuir."

"Ahsoka!" Rex exclaimed, shoving himself between her and the tied-up man.

The clone's eyes opened into slits and he worked his jaw. Cody, still shirtless with a large, clear burn bandage over his new ink immediately drew on the clone and held steady, ready to stun him.

"What's going on?" Anakin asked harshly. "You were fine a minute ago, what happened to make you so angry?"

"Where is it?" she spat at the clone. She shoved past Rex and slapped him again, leaving a pink handprint on his cheek. "Where the hell is it?"

Rex yanked her back and held her in a wampa hug.

"Ow," the clone said mildly. His red aura sharpened and hardened into a box around him, keeping any emotions he had guarded and hidden.

"It's gone," Ahsoka snapped, trying and failing to push past Rex. "Someone took Boba's beskar'gam while this sleemo was leading us on a snipe hunt around Coruscant, and he's going to tell us what happened or I'm going to gut him like a Rokarian dirt-fish!"

"What?" Boba was crouched on the couch with Robert under one arm, puppy-eyed and rolling with violet grief-shock that quickly blushed into red anger. "He… he…" Boba got to his feet, trembling with all of the emotions rioting across his aura, and threw Robert behind him. "Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?" he demanded, eyes shining and fists clenched at his sides.

The clone slowly dragged his eyes over to Boba. "Jate, Bob'ika," he drawled. "Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir?"

Boba's face and aura went white and he took a step back. "Ordo?" he whispered, horrified.

Everyone turned to look at the tied up clone. "I should've known," Rex said grimly, backing up with Ahsoka in his arms. His aura was fogged with bright turquoise protection-wariness. "What's going on, Ordo?"

A muscle worked in Anakin's jaw. "Ordo's the captain of the commando squad you told me about on the way here?" he asked Ahsoka quietly, to which she nodded.

"You were a decoy?" Cody asked, frowning severely. His aura went chartreuse with annoyance. "Seems beneath you, Captain."

Ordo rolled his shoulders. "I follow orders, Cody, you know that." He frowned. "Where's your shirt?"

"And did your orders include kicking my Padawan off a rooftop?" Anakin asked, soft and dangerous. He walked forward with a straight back, drawing up to his full height. "Beating her face in?"

"You led us to that alley on purpose, didn't you?" Ahsoka snapped, trying to get out of Rex's very firm hold again.

"I figured I'd need the advantage," Ordo shrugged. "Take it as a compliment. Sorry about the roof, though. That was bad timing on my part."

"Ke'epa osik," Ahsoka said contemptuously.

"Enough, vod'ika." Rex physically turned her towards the couch, where Boba sat frozen and silent like a newborn kybuck in the grass, and gave her a little push.

She swallowed her rage, sat next to Boba, and tucked him under her arm. "It's okay," she murmured into his ear, sending little green bubbles of calm to his aura. "Ni ven'kyramu ad kebbur. I'll rip his throat out if he tries anything."

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hurt him?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Why'd you hurt him any other time?" Ahsoka snapped, a growl coloring her tone.

"Because he was being a brat?" Ordo's eyes flicked between her and Boba. "Boba's always been a spoiled kih'osik. Someone needed to keep his head from getting too big."

"Fuck off!" Ahsoka and Boba snapped in unison.

Anakin tilted his head at Ordo. The air around him felt charged, staticky, like lightning about to strike. "I would like to know why you thought you could put hands on my Padawan and walk away with them still attached," he said quietly.

Ordo met his eyes, wary, but more curious than afraid. "She got me good a few times. You should be proud."

"Oh I am. I am very, very proud of her." Anakin said silkily, leaning down. "So answer my question."

Ahsoka's commlink started flashing with an incoming holocall. She looked at Anakin, who nodded at her before she accepted it. A hologram of a plain man in his fifties wearing gold-painted Mandalorian armor popped up on her wrist.

"Ahsoka Tano." The hologram nodded. "Kal Skirata. Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure's all yours, I assure you," Ahsoka snapped. "Where is Boba's beskar'gam? What game are you playing?"

Skirata chuckled. "It's safe. I presume my boy is as well?"

"He won't be if I don't get a very good reason for your attack on my Padawan and Captain tonight," Anakin snapped, striding forward to get into visual range.

"General Skywalker. Your reputation precedes you." Kal crossed his arms. "I'd rather have this chat in person. Why don't you all come down to the fairgrounds? It's Weequay Independence Week, the place is hopping tonight."

Ahsoka translated it: Lots of civilians, neutral zone. "When?" she asked harshly.

"As soon as you can. Bring my boy, and yours. He's a good shot, I bet he can win you a stuffed bantha while we talk."

Ahsoka looked at Anakin again, who pursed his lips and nodded. "If you try anything funny, you'll regret it," he promised.

"No funny business, I swear." Kal laughed again. "See you soon, ad'ika." He closed the channel before Ahsoka could.

Rex immediately started dialing a frequency on his own commlink. "Jesse, how drunk are you right now?" he asked over the loud music.

"Just getting started, Cap– hey, di'kutla, watch where you're going–"

"Grab everyone who's still walking in a straight line and get down to the fairgrounds." Rex paused, then quirked the corner of his mouth. "Someone tried to kill Ahsoka tonight. I–"

"WHAT?!" Jesse shrieked. "Kix! Where the hell is Tup, go grab him and Fi– I don't care if she's here, we need to go, now! Rex, we're leaving. Tell us where to meet you."

"One way to motivate him," Anakin said, biting down his laughter as Rex gave Jesse directions.

"Clearly." Ahsoka rubbed the bridge of her nose. She was still resisting the urge to smack Ordo, who looked far too blase about the situation for her liking. Gleaning took a toll on her. She'd have what she could only describe as an emotional hangover for at least a day. She took Anakin's mech hand and squeezed it.

It was worth it.

"You're sure about this?" Anakin asked her quietly.

She nodded and pulled Boba close to her with her other arm. "Absolutely." She gently rubbed her lek over the top of Boba's head. "We're going to get it back if I have to ransom Ordo back one limb at a time," she murmured.

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "I'd prefer you didn't," he said.

"Not up to you." Ahsoka met Cody's eyes. He raised his blaster with a smirk.

Notes:

MANDOA TRANSLATIONS Sal'gam*: tattoo (lit color+skin) Atawai'la*: kindness Shabla dalgaan: fucking bitch Ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ni salgorani gar shabla ass bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, vod: I'm a fucking bitch? I'm tattooing your fucking ass and I'm a fucking bitch? Go look in the mirror, bro Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere: You're not tattooing my ass, little brother, and if that needle touches my ass I will break your fingers Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik: Go piss up a rope Nayc gar: No you Os'ika: Little shit (affectionate), a pun on Ahsoka's normal diminutive of Ahs'ika Ka'akaan'jori: Sound the alarm! Papurgaat: lit. 'fruit,' in this context it's like "before he could say diddly" Shabla bev'kovid: Fucking dickhead Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?: Where is my armor, you piece of shit? Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir: Your balls finally drop? Ke'epa osik: Eat shit Kih'osik: Little shit (not affectionate) TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Zisiyeni: Damn it OTHER NOTES Gleaning: Empathically sharing another person's emotions and releasing them to the Force Po'ackster: A hyena-like creature native to Jedha, known for its wide grin and hysterical laughter-like bark Aktipan: that wee little elephant creature from the Fifth Element. I've been obsessed with him for 20 years you're goddamn right he's crossing over to the SW verse

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[ultraviolenceticket]

controversial opinion!! (a.k.a call out for my tumblr fyp)

obikin shouldn't even be a ship cause literally Obi-Wan met Anakin when the boy was NINE and he was TWENTY-FIVE, and Anakin saw him as a fatherly figure. It's just kind of unsettling for me, but if you ship Obi-Wan and Anakin, good for you, it's your choice, just please keep that away from me.

for: my really bad tumblr fyp.

of: a girl who dislikes obikin.

[tragcdysewn]

was that halle bailey? oh no no, that was just ahsoka tano, a canon character from star wars. they are twenty two years old, use she/her, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here:

about five and a half years, she's about twenty seven at this point

what is your character’s job:

she's the director of the secret service, and often is on the president's personal detail, simply because she doesn't entirely trust a non force sensitive agent to be able to handle leia

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom:

she's completely up to date, up to the end of the rise of skywalker and palpatine's defeat

has any magic affected your character:

ahsoka's been unaware a few times, and has a much more human appearance than she did back home

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

this was the first character i was truly genuinely obsessed with. i have loved ahsoka tano with all my heart and soul since i was nine years old and i will love her until i die

she was anakin skywalker's padawan during the clone wars, and while he didn't initially want her, they became incredibly close and that's her dad now, padme is mom sorry

she fought by anakin's side almost constantly, and was even given a squadron of her own to command. she grew up in the war, but anakin tended to try and turn things into games where he could, doing all he could possibly do to give her at least somewhat of a childhood amidst the horrors of war

during the war, she was stranded on mortis with anakin and obi wan, and died in the aftermath of the conflict. anakin resurrected her with the power of the daughter, the embodiment of the light side of the force, and she still holds that power within her to this day

she left the order before order 66 because she was framed for treason and expelled, and when she was offered her place back, she decided she couldn't do it and i love her for making the choice that was right for her even if it broke her heart to leave

she did help the order out for the siege of mandalore, taking down maul and nearly dying in order 66 before saying fuck it and joining the rebellion and becoming a whole spymaster!! all the fulcrum agents are under her command and she set up the mission that led to the rebels getting the death star plans!!!! i love her!!!!!

during the war, she also ended up finding a force sensitive child and taking her in, and that's her child now. ahsoka forcefully adopts family members i guess. she'd die for kirei no questions asked

she fought against vader and the emperor during the war, and won against both, though only due to a bit of luck. she did technically die against vader, but a time travel complication allowed her to escape at the last possible second, returning to the current timeline and managing to continue in yet another war

she's got very complicated feelings on anakin because she loves him!!! she loves him so much but she also knows he did terrible things! so it's a weird dichotomy of being so happy he's alive and being terrified he'll snap again

she's also got complex feelings on the jedi because she does know they did good, and were good people, but she also knows they fucked her up, and fucked anakin up, and that their policies weren't perfect by any means

in dc, she's met leia, anakin and padme's child, and has become incredibly close with her and her sister, winter, both women becoming like her little sisters. they have a set of matching tattoos, ahsoka's reads i of iiii, and winter and leia have ii and iii, with iiii saved for luke

ahsoka has also been training leia in the force, hoping that she can prevent leia from turning out like her father, because she sees so many similarities to anakin in her sister, and it both frightens her and makes her happy

after leia fell, she did everything she could to bring her back, even cutting herself off and lying about her memories to attempt to get leia off guard. once a spy, always a spy

she's also reunited with anakin here, and while she's thrilled, their relationship is a little bit strained at the moment, because during the corn maze event, ahsoka ended up under leia's control, and an unfortunate choice of words led to ahsoka murdering anakin against her will

at this point, she's like desperately trying to hold her family together, and feels like the only one who isn't ready to snap sometimes, despite being absolutely right on the edge just not in a dark side way

anyways she needs a drink twenty four seven, and keeps booze in her office to jensens forever annoyance but does she care about that any man's opinion? nope

[imaybelactoseintolerant]

Commander Luthal

Chapter Five: Master and Padawan

Word Count: 4519

Back to Arwen and her being an emotional child, don't worry, this is the last of her more emotional chapters as she'll begin maturing as she grows.

Enjoy!

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The tournament for Jedi Initiates felt more high staked than the previous year, perhaps because Arwen was nine now, and the oldest youngling to compete was nearly thirteen. Nearly four additional years of experience, and Arwen still could barely do anything more than call a practise saber to her hand.

Nevertheless, Arwen practised dutifully, confident that her saber skills alone would be enough. Shii-Cho and Makashi came to her easily now, even as she learned newer, more advanced techniques, and she found it easier to call on the Force for tiny bursts of strength and speed during spars and practice than in class with Master Yoda teaching her clan.

Master Rancisis seemed reluctant to allow her to move too far ahead, however, no matter how good she got. She was certain that if he let her, she would be able to beat more than the six younglings she was often pitted against. The oldest ones in her clan, twelve, seemed much less skilled than the nine year olds that had been moved into their room that year. No longer would she have to spar with children as young as four—which simply turned into her allowing them to practise Shii-Cho on her, and offered her no challenge—and she thought that would mean a greater challenge for her. But it seemed that the eldest in Thranta Clan had less competitive spirit than the younglings who had aged up with her and been moved into their crèche room.

Master Rancisis, after growing tired of hearing her beg for a challenge, had allowed her to group spar with the eldest initiates in her clan. They must not have expected much of a challenge, because when she told them to all fight against her, they moved slowly and took turns. It wasn’t until their third round, after disarming them all one by one because they seemed to put such little effort in, that they took her seriously.

She still won within fifteen minutes. She was certain that most of her old crèche mates could have beaten them. Tarrock certainly could, and he’d been less and less concerned with saber practice with each coming day, much to her disappointment.

Tarrock sparred with her perhaps once a month now, twice if she was lucky, and because she was now in the older half of Thranta Clan’s crèche rooms, her saber lessons were at a different time of day. Anakin was still practising with the younger half, and even if he was moved up to the older class, he had piloting lessons at this time. He’d have to do it with another class. She sparred with Anakin perhaps only once a month, if she was lucky.

Arwen was happy to spar with anyone who was willing, eager to help and get them up to her level, but no one seemed especially interested in it, leaving her after classes with training dummies and droids, and Master Plo when he wasn’t too busy, but that was more rare than sparring with Anakin.

The older initiates in Bear Clan were where the true challenge was, and it was why she still practised so fervently even when she outmatched those in her own clan. They’d lost their previous tournaments to Bear Clan twice, and Heliost once. It seemed their older initiates were more talented with a saber than her own. She wasn’t surprised by that.

Again, the lead up to the tournament seemed to be the only time her crèche mates put in any substantial effort into saber practice, but she could live with that. To her pleasure, a great many of them took to staying behind with her after saber lessons to practise. Some of the older initiates were growing antsy to be taken on as a padawan, and felt that by demonstrating their saber skills they may succeed in impressing a Jedi. Arwen felt much the same. There were a lot of older younglings in her clan, almost twenty. She hoped everyone would be made a padawan, but the odds weren’t great. There was no shame in going to the Service Corps, though most preferred not to.

In her first spar in the tournament, she disarmed her opponent in three seconds flat, using a difficult to master Makashi technique that she’d been practising for weeks now. Her crèche mates could now block or parry it, they’d been on the wrong end of it too many times, but the other younglings couldn’t.

She hoped the Jedi remembered that move, when they were considering who to pick.

The next day she’d been subjected to spars with older initiates who had much more skill in using Force techniques, jumping clear over head, pushing her dangerously close to the edge of the mat, pulling her forward when she wasn’t quite in position, and she’d taken more hits than she could ever remember taking before. Her fair skin was mottled black, blue and yellow after just the first one, but she’d won. Tarrock had been eliminated.

On the third day, her wins had secured Thranta Clan first place by only one point, after she’d won the very last round. She cheered with her other crèche mates, watched as several of the eldest were approached by Jedi, and smiled to herself. She’d make sure they won again next year. Maybe more initiates in her clan would get picked.

She counted all five of the twelve year olds in Thranta Clan get picked and, to her shock, one of the ten year olds. Still, it gave her hope—maybe next year she’d be picked. With a bright smile, she turned to Tarrock, only to find him missing. She looked around the room, certain that he hadn’t left yet, because surely he would want to celebrate their win—

Arwen found him across the room, wide eyed and nodding at the Jedi who spoke to him. They bowed to one another, and Arwen watched them walk out of the room together, throat tight and jealousy settling in a pit in her stomach.

Tarrock hadn’t even made it to the finals! He’d been eliminated on the second day! Arwen had won the tournament for Thranta Clan! She hadn’t lost a single spar! Why did Tarrock get picked, but not her? If someone picked him, they had to have thought he would make a good Jedi, so why had she been overlooked?

What had she done wrong?

She drew in a deep breath—it’s fine, she told herself. Maybe she’d be picked in a few minutes, if she waited for the crowd to clear?

But Arwen waited and waited, until the last of the Jedi had left the room. Nobody picked her.

She found Tarrock back in their room—or, she supposed it wasn’t his room anymore. He was packing his scant possessions into a bag; spare clothes and robes, a datapad for his studies, a piece of traditional Devaronian jewellery, and a textbook on healing. When he looked at her, he was smiling, and she managed to muster one up in return. It was a good day for him, she should be happy, not stewing in jealousy and thoughts of inadequacy.

“Padawan already? I think you’re the youngest one picked this year,” she could hear the jealousy in her own tone, but Tarrock was thankfully too happy to notice, bouncing on his feet as he stuffed his clothes away.

“Nope,” her heart sank, “Someone from Hawk-Bat Clan got picked too! She’s only eight!”

Arwen swallowed down her whimper. An eight year old got picked? There was absolutely no way she could have done better than Arwen in the tournament.

“Oh, that’s… great. Really, really good,” the smile she was forcing onto her face was growing more and more difficult to keep up. The corners of her mouth were slowly tugging downward, no matter how hard she tried to stop it.

“It is! And my new master—Arwen, she’s a Jedi Healer, she’s the one who gave me this!” He held out his textbook, looking at it reverently, “She let me sit in on her work a few times, and let me practise healing a cut on her! I didn’t think I did very well, I could barely get it to scab over after hours, but—well—she wants me to be her padawan! She thinks I’ll be a great healer one day, if I practise enough!”

She wanted to be happy for him, wanted to grin and jump and demand he take her to meet his new master so she knew her friend was in good hands. But happiness felt far out of her reach, and the only thing she could feel was envy and the sting of rejection.

Her smile getting more and more difficult to maintain, she spoke, “Better hurry and pack, Tarrock. Your master will be waiting to give you your padawan beads,” the words hurt to say, but Tarrock’s smile only brightened. He was gone within the minute, promising to come and see her when he had the time.

She looked at the now empty bed in the room, wanting the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Sleep evaded her, and during the night she snuck out to the Room of a Thousand Fountains to meditate.

It did not ease her feelings of rejection, her inadequacy, or her envy, but she was able to give Tarrock a real smile when he introduced her to Master Beelia Nu’lok, a yellow skinned Twi’lek woman with age lines around her eyes and mouth, and a kindly gaze.

She dedicated a lot more time to saber practice, and when the option of either adding piloting classes or extra saber lessons into her official schedule was offered, she opted for the latter. These additional saber lessons were for initiates looking to further their skills beyond that of most others.

It placed her amongst some of the more skilled initiates, or initiates who simply wanted to better themselves and had the drive to improve, and within the first week she already felt a more noticeable strain in her muscles as she worked to improve and fend off her opponents in spars.

Within weeks there was a noticeable improvement—her crèche mates stood nary a chance against her even in group spars now. Her fellow more advanced initiates were where the real challenge now lay. Several of them were familiar with Makashi, though only two others were more skilled at it.

It certainly pushed her more than she had been before, but in the best way. The ache in her muscles was a reminder that she was doing better, straining herself to improve. If she worked hard enough, a Jedi would notice soon.

Her spars with Tarrock lessened over the months, until eventually she only saw him outside of lessons when they occasionally crossed paths in the archives or at meal times. In a way the distance helped—her envy softened, helped by no small amount of hours spent meditating, and she was able to look at Tarrock and Master Beelia with a smile that was genuine. It seemed Tarrock was more than happy to put in the minimal amount of hours with his saber now anyway—something about it conflicting with his new goals of becoming an accomplished healer.

That statement had left Arwen feeling slightly hollow. Sparring had always been something she and Tarrock enjoyed doing together. He was one of the only people who could keep up with her, and she was the first person he’d felt comfortable sparring with. They’d talked about using their saber skills to impress the Jedi, they’d always said it would get them noticed.

But maybe Tarrock had a point. After all, he was a padawan and she was still an initiate.

Anakin was at the temple less and less frequently, always off on some mission with Master Kenobi, and when he returned he often had a lot to catch up on. It left little time for spars, but the surprise that both of them got when they saw how much the other had improved was almost worth it. Anakin had caught her off guard with a Makashi parry one day, and it had shocked her so much she’d nearly lost her saber in a single move, and she’d shocked Anakin so much with a Force assisted burst of speed—though barely enough to move three feet—that he’d almost dropped his saber.

Master Kenobi was rarely present, though seemed to warm up to her somewhat. She’d not seen a single suspicious glance from him, so she was somewhat confident she’d gained his trust, though she wasn’t sure what she’d done to do so.

By the time she was ten and ready to participate in the next tournament, she’d outmatched her classmates almost entirely—partly due to her rigorous training, but she was certain her innate Echani gift for reading body language was also a great help. She was certain she was less proficient at it than other Echani children her age, but it helped a great deal in the Jedi Temple.

Arwen supposed it was like learning a language, something that needed to be practised constantly, and was easier to learn when you were younger, not to mention easier to pick up on when everyone around you was doing the same. Mannerisms also played a large part. Echani people rarely changed their body language quirks and cues, and when they did it was over a lengthy period of time, something that people slowly read and learned over time through observation and combat. At the temple, and surely amongst all other groups of people, body language cues and ticks were more subject to change, and often quickly. They weren’t used for communicating, so they were not as personalised as Echani peoples, or even her own. The one sided, and often difficult to read, communication form was useful for little else at the temple besides combat, and reading more obvious emotions, rather than having nuanced discussions.

For the tournament she’d used it far more than she’d ever been able to, and she understood where the legend of some Echani warriors being so skilled at it that they could predict entire fights before they happened came from. It wasn’t hard to imagine some ancient warrior looking upon an opponent, taking stock of their body and face, their chosen weapons, the way their feet were positioned, and the way their eyes moved, and being able to understand every little detail about what that foe might do.

She wondered if perhaps those legends had some truth afterall. If those Echani warriors had been Force sensitive perhaps they had mastered having visions and applied it to combat, where her people were most comfortable.

She’d won the tournament once more, and this time it had been by several points. Thranta Clan was once more victorious, and Arwen waited with baited breath to be taken aside by a Jedi. Once more, she watched other initiates get selected, a few from her own clan, and several younger ones get chosen too. Arwen was left alone in the hall for the second time.

She headed for the Room of a Thousand Fountains—the only place she seemed to be able to meditate outside of spars—and saw Master Yoda along the way, meandering down the halls with his walking stick.

“Master Yoda?” She called tentatively. He stopped and turned, waiting for her to catch up. She was slightly taller than him now, “Is Master Plo back yet?” He often guided her through meditations when she couldn’t focus, and she couldn’t certainly use his help now.

“Need to see him, you do?”

“I was wondering if he could help me meditate…”

“Hmm. Troubled, you are. Assistance, do you require?”

She felt her cheeks heat. She didn’t want Master Yoda to think she couldn’t meditate without help, “Well, I don’t need help…”

“But want it, you do.”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek, but she couldn’t quell her embarrassment. Maybe this was why she hadn’t been picked yet. Maybe all the Jedi knew she needed too much guidance with meditation, and maybe she shouldn’t.

“Sorry, Master. I can do it without him.”

“Away, Master Plo still is. Another Jedi, I can send to you.”

She flushed even deeper, “No!” Master Yoda didn’t say anything, but his look conveyed enough, “No, it’s alright, Master. Thank you,” she said quietly, then bowed and quickly ran off, her face burning. She didn’t need any Jedi knowing she’d gone looking for Master Plo for help. She didn’t want any Jedi sent to help her either.

She settled in her usual spot for meditation, tried to quell the worst of her thoughts; that she was doing something wrong, that no Jedi would ever want her as a padawan, that it didn’t matter how hard she worked because she’d be sent to the Service Corps anyway, her inability to sort through her emotions by herself sometimes, her embarrassment at asking Master Yoda for Master Plo, the humiliation at the thought of him forcing some Jedi to help her—

Heat prickled at her cheeks again, no matter how hard she tried to work through her thoughts.

Some younglings didn’t get picked until right at the very last minute, she couldn’t possibly be good at everything, it was okay to ask for help—

“Arwen?”

Her eyes snapped open, landing on Master Kenobi. He was already sitting cross-legged in front of her. Oh no. Why did it have to be Master Kenobi? He’d probably tell Anakin that she couldn’t even meditate!

“I’m fine! I don’t need help,” she rushed out, trying to rise from her kneeling position, but stumbling as she did. Master Kenobi caught her arm before she fell, a gentle look in his eye that made her want to curl up in shame.

“It’s alright to want help, Arwen, and I’m more than happy to give it,” he spoke softly, not unlike Master Plo would, and she had trouble reconciling this Jedi before her with the one that Anakin complained was too much of a stick in the mud, having little tolerance for his emotions. To be fair, Anakin was a very emotional padawan.

“I don’t want to bother you,” she said thickly, but Master Kenobi just shook his head, guiding her back down into her meditation position.

“It’s not a bother. I’m happy to help. Now, close your eyes and tell me what’s bothering you.”

She felt tears stinging in her eyes, so she was happy to shut them. Maybe Master Kenobi would close his eyes too, and he wouldn’t realise how close she was to crying.

“I didn’t get picked again,” she whispered, afraid someone would overhear. They wouldn’t, not this far off the path, and not so close to the small waterfall, but the thought lingered in the back of her mind, “I’m ten, and I’ve won all my spars in the tournament. I’m the most advanced youngling when it comes to saber combat, and I’ve worked so hard to get that good!” She drew in a shaky breath, “But it feels like I keep getting overlooked. The older initiates in my clan got picked at the end of the last two tournaments, so did Tarrock and he’s my age, and an eight year old got picked last time.”

Master Kenobi hummed thoughtfully, “Do you think they are undeserving of being made padawans?”

“No!” She said quickly, “Of course they deserve to be padawans!”

“Ah, so you feel you deserve it more?”

Her frown deepened, “No.”

He hummed again, “Then why are you upset?”

She was quiet for a few moments, weighing her options. Did she want to tell him? Would he think she was being too emotional? Was it better to just tell him anyway, so he could help her work through it? Her shoulders slumped in defeat, “Am I not good enough to be a padawan, Master Kenobi? Am I doing something wrong? I can beat everyone on the mats, but it doesn’t seem to be getting me any kind of recognition,” she couldn’t keep the dejected tone from her voice. How could she?

“The tournament is not the only time that padawans can be selected, Arwen, do you know that?”

“Yes.”

“Then you know that you could be chosen by a Jedi at any time?”

“Yes.”

“Then why do you seem so set on impressing Jedi with your lightsaber skills?”

“Because that’s what I’m good at,” she said it like it should have been obvious to him, “I’m Echani, I’ve been holding weapons for longer than I can remember. I’m good at it, I spend all my free time practising it, I love it,” she squeezed her eyes shut tighter when she felt tears welling again, “When I was accepted into the Jedi Order, Master Yoda told me to honour my peoples traditions, and this is how I do it. I even based my studies on Echani and Kaleesh cultures, because they share similarities. If I can’t impress a Jedi with what I excel at, then what can I do? Even Master Rancisis—who’s taught me for years in saber lessons—looks at me like I’m doing something wrong, or like he doesn’t trust me. Is that how other Jedi feel?”

“Arwen—”

“Because that’s not fair! I was told to honour my peoples traditions, and I’m doing that! I’m controlled when I fight, I’m focussed, I’m fair! I let the younger kids practise on me for as long as they want, I try to help my crèche mates as much as I can, even though they only seem to care about saber combat when the tournament pops up. I’m always practising and giving it everything I’ve got, but everyone overlooks me and picks someone who only cares about it for a competition!” Her eyes were open by the time she finished talking, and Master Kenobi’s were too. She waited to be scolded, told to calm down, but Master Kenobi just reached out a hand and put it on her shoulder.

“Not all Jedi are looking for a padawan so focussed on lightsabers. They aren’t what make you a Jedi, which I’m sure you understand,” she nodded, wiping her eyes before the tears could fall, “Many Jedi observe younglings for months before they decide to pick them. The tournament is, for most, something that the Jedi use as a final test, to see how well a youngling handles loss and pressure. There are more failures than successes during the tournament, and that is what a Jedi wants to see; how well you can handle failure, how quickly you can bounce back from it. It’s not about being the best.”

Arwen sighed, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh, wouldn’t I? I was once an initiate as well, Arwen.”

“Yes, but you’re a Jedi now. Someone chose you,” Master Kenobi was quiet for a few seconds, and Arwen looked down at the grass, “Sorry. Thank you for trying to help me,” she mumbled, expecting him to simply leave.

“I almost wasn’t a Jedi,” Arwen’s head snapped up.

“What? You?” She frowned. Master Kenobi was well known throughout the temple, and widely respected, “But you’re… you’re a Jedi Knight!”

“I almost wasn’t. I was quite the show off as an initiate, you know. Very confident, eager to impress. But my time as an initiate came and passed, and no master was willing to take me on. I was sent to the Agri Corps, and I spent a number of months there before my late master, Qui-Gon, happened upon me. After a rather deadly encounter where I saved his life, he took me on as a padawan.”

Arwen’s mouth opened and closed. She couldn’t imagine Master Kenobi as anything but what he was now, or that no master would ever want to take him on, or that he would ever be sent to the Service Corps.

“So you see, I understand exactly how you’re feeling right now. I once felt similarly,” Master Kenobi said, “You’re dedication to your saber practice is admirable, as is your wish to continue learning about your culture, and another one. But perhaps what you need is balance, young one.”

“Balance, Master Kenobi?”

He hummed, “Yes. Balance between honouring your traditions as an Echani, and your duties as an initiate. How do you do in your other lessons?”

Arwen frowned—it couldn’t be that simple, could it? “Fine, I guess. I take the normal classes; literature, history and politics, mathematics, science, and the ones more geared towards the Force and the Jedi,” the first three subjects required her to study her chosen cultures; Echani and Kaleesh.

“Are you taking piloting lessons? Or mechanics?”

Arwen shrank in on herself slightly, “I, uh, decided to take advanced saber lessons instead of piloting lessons.”

Master Kenobi gave her an indulgent smile, “And I suppose you have no interest in mechanics?” She shook her head. Anakin was always raving on about it, but she’d been to the orientation session for it, and she’d drifted off more than she ever had in any other lesson. She’d opted to keep that lesson slot open, and practise with her saber by herself, “Well, then perhaps you could ask to be allowed into the independent studies class.”

“What would I study?” She’d not chosen it because she couldn’t think of anything outside of her classes that she was interested in, and it seemed like a waste of time.

“Well, you know your interests better than I,” he gave her a pointed look.

“But… didn’t you say I was too focussed on saber combat?”

“Too focussed on the physical side of being a Jedi, yes. To temper yourself, adding on some independent studies into areas you're interested in—like lightsabers, for example—will help round you out a little more, and perhaps open you up to more areas you’d like to study. Some of the most respected members of our order are researchers, and it would reflect very well on you, showing you’re dedicated not only to the physical side of combat, but also to its less well known facets—its importance in Jedi philosophy, for example.”

“And… you think this will help? Then I’ll become a padawan?”

Master Kenobi gave her another gentle look, “What will be, will be. You will become a padawan, or you will not. All you can do is your best, Arwen. No one can ask for more than that.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, Arwen nodded. She got to her feet slowly, brushing off her knees as Master Kenobi followed suit. She bowed lowly, “Thank you, Master Kenobi. I will follow your counsel.”

He smiled down at her, putting a hand on her shoulder again, “Should you ever need assistance again, I’m more than happy to help, Arwen. Remember that.”

She nodded and they parted ways soon after, Arwen feeling much lighter than before. She began heading towards the crèche to find Master Kuula, and see if she could be admitted into the independent studies class late. She didn’t care how much catch up work she may have to do.

Arwen nodded, steeling herself. Her best. She could do that. She just hoped it would be enough.

[aniandthesuns]

Anakin is out on the balcony when you get there, doing slow pushups in the fresh air as he recites the things he’s been working on. His memory has seemed to improve with it, at least.

“‘M Anakin Skywalker,” he lowers himself down, then slowly pushes back up, “‘m twenty-five, married to Lili, an’ we have two babies,” another push up, “Ruhn is three. Luca is nine months.” Another. “We have a dog named Krayt- a stray from Tatooine. Hunter and Ben and Rex are our best friends- and Cody. Padmé is married to Sabé.”

He turns to rest in a sitting position now, taking a deep breath. “My legion is the 501st and Rex helps me lead it- I have a sort of padawan named Ahsoka and we all pass her around to teach her different things. We are on module… fi- six. Of mechanics. Working on speeders soon.”

“Anakin?” I call as I shed my boots at the door, “I’m back!”

[cjsmalley]

Obi-wan and the Council Continued:

“Through his day, please take us,” Yoda said.

“First, you must understand that, on their planet, a day is roughly twenty-fours, each hour is sixty minutes,” Obi-wan began, “as a young child Anakin is supposed to sleep for eight to twelve of those hours. The day is also divided into two parts. AM, that is morning, and PM, afternoon and night. The two twelve o’clock hours divide these, as midnight and noon.”

“Understand this, we do,” Yoda nodded.

“Very well. Anakin wakes at seven am and meditates to ready himself for the day then eats his first meal of the day. At eight thirty am he is sent through a portal that deposits him, and two guards, directly outside the school building where he attends. He has the option of a second first meal at the school. From nine am to noon he is in lessons. During the noon hour is the midmeal and then a chance for the children to play. Then classes resume at one pm for two more hours before the children are released for the day.”

Several people were taking notes.

“His extracurriculars, as his parents call his lessons outside of school, alternate days. He attends school five days of the seven-day week; the first and last day of the week are for his free time, rest, and relaxation.”

“Is he given any coursework from his schooling?” Koon asked.

“At his age, very little; we all make sure he completes it before his extra lessons begin.”

“Have you met his teacher?” Mace asked.

“Not yet. The King and Queen are gathering the paperwork I need to exist legally in their home dimension. Identification and such. I will be known as Ben Noble, as my actual name is too well known. Once that’s all set, I will meet with his teacher—a Miss Woods, at this level of education—and be added as an emergency contact for young Anakin.”

“What is his schedule after school?”

“Normally he is given a couple hours to do his coursework and decompress before his next set of lessons begin. Depending on who has him that afternoon, lessons may take anywhere from an hour to three. Late-meal is at six pm and he is then given a bath or shower before he goes to bed at seven pm. Due to his use of the Force, he is allowed healthy quiet snacks during his school lessons and has a small meal when he returns home.”

“What is his play like?”

“At home, he has full run of several acres of land,” Obi-wan said, “he has several siblings close in age that play with him. As their own lives allow it, his older siblings visit from time to time. He plays as any human child does and his parents support this with toys and activities for him and his siblings.”

Obi-wan smiled, “When everyone is in attendance, a rare treat, they have what’s called ‘Free Play’. Where any and all abilities are allowed to be used. It usually ends in a giant wrestling match. Anakin holds his own quite well, using the Force to aid him as his siblings use their magic or other abilities to do the same.”

That gained some smiles; Free-for-Alls weren’t unheard of in the Temple either. It gave the younglings a chance to really work on their skills in a fun, safe way.

“Does Skywalker have a primary Healer?” was Mace’s next question.

“Yes, although Healers are known as doctors,” Obi-wan nodded, “yes, he has a pediatrician that has been informed of his origins and works for the Royal Family. I have been given access to his records and have transferred copies to Healer Che just in case. His parents are also willing to have Healer Che look him over if possible.”

“Very willing, are his parents, to bring to bear every resource,” Yoda noted.

Obi-wan chuckled, “This isn’t their first time doing something like this. Harry and Neville, two of Anakin’s brothers, attend a school for magic in their original dimension under the watch and guidance of their birthparents. The selling of their souls was accidental, you see. So, the birthparents are still involved. Not the least because they themselves are mages like the boys. I have no doubt that if it was in Anakin’s best interests, they would have given him to the Order.”

“But as of right now,” Koon finished the thought, “it is not.”

“Especially with Sidious around,” Obi-wan nodded grimly, “the Sith Lord would likely take an interest in someone with Anakin’s power.”

His grimness was matched unhappily.

"Wished Away" Long Post 3 (or Another Expansion of the Super Long Posts)

[skypalacearchitect]

i hate obikin

[phoenixyfriend]

Modern AU. We look at a relationship that has two very common elements:

Greying older man (seemingly late forties), attractive younger woman (mid-thirties, so not that big of a difference)

Wildly successful celebrity, seemingly trophy spouse

Except, of course, the version going on here is that the attractive younger woman is the wildly successful celebrity (she's an athlete initially, but her fame and money came from a transition into modeling, where her musculature and vitiligo were key elements to her popularity), and the seemingly normal trophy spouse is silver fox Rex who... well, he's an honorably discharged veteran who had a non-commissioned rank, but that's about it. He's also less than a decade older than her, but he aged a bit fast (military stress) and definitely looks like a silver fox instead of just Some Dude.

Every time someone refers to him as "Mister Fett," Ahsoka corrects them with Captain.

Basically they are tabloid fodder and in-universe tumblr is having constant hissing cat fights about who's taking advantage of whom, but they're just like. A chill married couple.

In this case, I imagine they technically met when she was a teenager, and he was just one of Anakin's friends, but then he left for the army, and she started her own career, and they didn't actually start dating until Ahsoka was in her mid/late-twenties (they ran into each other again at the twin's birthday party).

I want to push for a sliiiightly bigger age difference than I usually go for, since this is inspired by Rebels instead of TCW (I generally place Rex as either halfway between Anakin and Ahsoka, or on par with Anakin), and Rebels has them as... I think thirty-three and physically fifty-eight, respectively?

I don't want to go for a full on twenty-five year age difference based on Rebels, because that hits an entirely different set of narrative complications, but I think a solid nine year gap or so is fine. Rex being three years older than Anakin is probably reasonable.

(TBH I don't even mind having it be a slightly bigger age difference, but "he looks older than he is" has more potential for shenanigans. M. If one party was a legal adult before the other was born, it's a hard sell.)

[petersnya]

life before | anakin s.

anon ask; Hii can you write an anakin one shot about how reader and anakin are talking about there lives before the jedi order and anakin tells the reader about how great his mom was but the reader had an abusive mom and they just can’t relate? it can be fluffy with anakin telling the reader that they turned out so much better than their mom or something like that

thank you for the requestttt :) i changed it just a tab bit (the mom wasn’t physically abusive) and made it fluffy and angst. i hope you don’t mind! hope u enjoy it - xo 🥰

warnings; none really- fluff, angst (lowkey cried but it’s fine) , kissing, cursing, just cute shit lol wc; 1k+

“She was… amazing.”

His life before the jedi order sounded damn near wonderful. You couldn't imagine him as a child anyway other than happy.

But your life was the opposite. You had two siblings- an older sister and older brother. Your grandma stayed with you, your parents and older brother (your sister was twenty five and moved out as soon as possible). Now, you loved your family- to death. You would do anything for them; but your mother was a different story.

She didn’t physically hurt you, but she caused many self esteem issues. You couldn’t even walk past her without a negative comment coming for her that hurt like a ton of bricks being dropped on you at once. So, naturally, your bond gravitated to your grandma and older sister. You didn't like to talk about your life before the jedi order, so you just sat and listened to anakin. You didn't mind either. It was nice seeing him so happy. How light his blue eyes got as he reminisced.

So, you continued to sit, with a smile on your face, and listened.

“- oh! And this one time when we.. sorry,” he let out a breathy chuckle, “i'm talking too much. What was life like before the jedi order?”

Your stomach stank at the thought of your life. Not the it was like you lived like a slave, and were abuseded or neglegted. You were just embarrassed. For some reason, you felt like it was your fault- like you could have done something different to make your mom actually care for you how you wanted her too. But it was too late, and that feeling of guilt never went away.

“Oh no- no, no, no it's fine i promise.”

“No really. I've known you for what..two, maybe three years now? And you have never told me about your childhood,” Anakin looked at you with a grin, anticipating for you to give him the details he wanted. The two of you were sitting on his bed in his quarters- leaning against the headboard, but Anakin had shifted to sit in front of you. He shifted your legs that were criss crossed open for him to be closer to you; staring at you with love in his eyes.

Ugh, I don't deserve you.

Anakin's smile faltered. You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him with confusion. Then it hit you. Usually your force walls would be up, but you were comfortable with Anakin, so you kept them down when you were with him.

“Why would you say that?,” you could feel his aura- and it was strong. It was filled with sadness and confusion. The same feeling of guilt that you felt for years ran through you as your heart cliched at the sight of anakin's shoulder slumping.

You slowly moved your hands away from his- he had been cradling them loosely. Your fingers started to pick at your nails, your breathing becoming shallow- trying your best to avoid his gaze. The feeling of your heart rate picking up quickly sounded in your ears. You watched anakin's mouth move but you couldn't hear a thing - the only sound was the fast thuds sound in your head. Flashbacks of your mom looking at you in disgust filled your head- and all the sudden.. You were a nine year old kid again. Once you became twelve, you started having flashbacks of the bad part of your childhood; those flashbacks led to panic attacks. Just small ones though. You never told anyone. To this day, you still talk to most of your family, and you still have yet to tell them. But you can't bring yourself to do it.

“Hey… hey.. y/n? Are you okay?” Anakin's voice was filled with panic as he watched your video eyes stare past him as a black wall. He didn't know what to do. He had never seen this happen before.

Anakin's hands flew up to grab the sides of your face. He tried his hardest to get deep inside your mind to figure out what was going on. You continued to stare as Anakin shut his eyes tightly- focusing solely on you. Then he got in.

Only flashes went by. Memories of your mother yelling at you, then you running to your sister and her holding you tightly as you cried. Then another flash went by. You were sitting on your bed- shaking as you stared blankly with tears streaming down your face. Anakin groaned in what seemed to be pain as he watched you. He soon realized that this memory was recent. Just as anakin's force got to weak for him to hold it much longer, he heard you whisper in your memory-

“I'm sorry ani.”

Anakin's eyes snapped open as he watched you take a deep breath. Your breather slowed to normal- you looked down at your hands and noticed how red your fingers were. “Damn it,” you cursed under your breath as the realization sunk in. there's no way you just did this in front of anakin. No fucking way.

He didn't even speak. He didn't say a word. Anakin's arms just wrapped around you tightly while holding you head to his chest. Your fingers instantly went up to his hanging padawan braid and twirled it, trying to take your mind of what happened.

“I'm so sorry ani. Im so fucking sorry for not telling you-”

“No. no please don't be sorry y/n/n. It's ok. I've got you,” Anakin pulled you fully on his chest, lifting your head slightly to connect your lips in a tender kiss. Your lips molded together like puzzle pieces. And everything stopped. Everything that you were worried about just faded into nothing. You felt safe. For the first time in a long time, you realized just how deeply he carried for you. And you felt the same.

Your lips moved in sync with passion. He soon moved his lips from yours and smiled. He didn't need to say anything, cause you knew what he was thinking.

you will never go through that alone again, cause i’m right here with you.

[gffa]

Last time I went about five months between doing a set of STAR WARS fic recs, this time it’s only been three months! Hurrah! It helps that, as always, this fandom puts out an incredible amount of excellent fic, so I feel like I’m never hurting for fics I want to yell about and shove at people, which is something I continue to appreciate as it often feels like so much of the world is such a huge tire fire. It helps to be able to find fics to retreat into, to have fun with, to express joy and creativity with, and so many of the authors in this fandom are just so good at this! To the point that these sets sometimes take awhile because there are always more fics I want to add, until the post starts threatening to be overly long instead of a decent length–in my defense, no seriously, you guys are just too good! Also, I forced myself to stop at 69 fic recs, because yes I do think it’s funny. (Nice.) STAR WARS FIC RECS: PREQUELS RECS: ✦ a comedy in four acts by jesuisdeux, obi-wan & dooku & yoda & qui-gon & cast, time travel, 4k    This was what time-travel is: staring at the dark sockets of skulls everywhere your gaze lands on. Being haunted by ghosts long gone. The apprehension of the slow yet sure approach of the inevitable which is sending chills down your spine. ✦ No Rest for the Weary by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & jedi & ocs, 61k    Needing a break from life at the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice, Anakin Skywalker, visit a Jedi AgriCorps settlement on the Midrim planet of Helia. There they encounter new friends, new enemies and have new adventures, all while attempting to navigate their sometimes turbulent relationship as Master and Padawan. ✦ Stars of Tatooine by Be_Right_Back, ahsoka & kanan & mace & rex & obi-wan & cast, 10.5k    After the end of the world, Ahsoka more or less kidnaps a child, has to air some old grievances, and tries to find whatever peace the universe can still offer. All paths in the Force lead home, eventually. ✦ Festival of Light by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 8.7k    During his first year at the Jedi Temple, Anakin learns that even the Jedi celebrate holidays. ✦ the master, the padawan, the Force by skatzaa, depa & caleb, 1.4k    Caleb expects things to be different after Master Depa takes him as her padawan, but really, it feels like nothing really changes. ✦ desecrate my lungs by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 16k wip    Time-travel fix-it in which Mustafar haunts Anakin decades after it happened and years before it would. ✦ Grace by dismantlingsummer, obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k    Shortly after Mustafar, Anakin realizes what he has done. He finds Obi-Wan to beg for death. ✦ Fifth Migration by wrennette, yoda & mace & obi-wan & ki-adi & yarael & coleman & plo & palpatine & cast, 2k    How about an AU where the Sith’s Grand Plan accounted for everything -everything that is, except the fact that the Jedi temple is actually an very ancient spacecraft and the second word got to the Jedi about there being clones on Kamino, all Jedi are called back inside and they take off immediately? Just imagine the dear chancellor’s face… ✦ fill pages with scribbled ink by magneticwave, obi-wan/padme & sabe & mace & quinlan & cast, 9.8k    A year after the Invasion of Naboo, Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi is invited by Queen Amidala to return to Naboo and participate in a rite known as the Night of Fireflies. Things kind of snowball from there. ✦ Mind Your Words by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin, spanking, 7k    Obi-Wan reminds Anakin that there are consequences for careless behavior for young Jedi on missions. ✦ (you taught me) the courage of stars by grumpyhedgehogs, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 5.1k wip    Ahsoka Tano flees after a warrant for her arrest is issued, but not before receiving aid from an unexpected ally. (Ahsoka proceeds to go on a road trip filled with a bunch of strangers who all say the same thing: Obi-Wan Kenobi is much more than he has ever appeared to be.) ✦ they faked it (guess everything’s complicated) by katierosefun, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 4.5k    Ahsoka temporarily loses memories of the events of Obi-Wan’s fake death. To help with the healing process, Anakin and Obi-Wan have to pretend that they’re okay. ✦ programed to dream by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, body horror, 1.3k    The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected. ✦ Unpleasant Truths by hellowkatey, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    Obi-Wan and Anakin are stuck in a room with one another while waiting for truth serum to wear off. ✦ moment’s silence by skatzaa, obi-wan & owen & beru & luke & leia (pre-obi-wan/beru-owen), 2k    Owen had long since resigned himself to trouble, whenever Beru got that particularly stubborn set to her jaw. ✦ hold gently and let go by shatou, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash?), 1.7k    A troubled Anakin comes to Obi-Wan to discuss attachments. ✦ sun child by Ro29, obi-wan & anakin, 2.1k    (or; sometimes being so tied to the Force causes problems, Obi-Wan helps his Padawan as best he can) ✦ A Dinner Out by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & cast, 1.6k    Obi-Wan can’t get his young Padawan to eat much, so he tries something new. But trying something different has unintended consequences. ✦ Shades in the Desert by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin & luke & owen/beru, 10.8k    Not even from a certain point of view did Darth Vader kill Anakin Skywalker. He wished he did, but the specter of the Jedi’s light escaped before he could finalize his fall to the dark. Meanwhile, Anakin is raising his son on Tatooine. ✦ somewhere along in the bitterness by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, major character death, 3.8k    It was probably the twelfth day floating alone in space that Obi-Wan and Anakin realized no one was coming for them. ✦ Songs for Little Jedi by soft_but_gremlin, mace & younglings, ~1k    The initiates are having nightmares, so Mace sings a lullaby to comfort them. ✦ atmosphere level by softredscrunchie, obi-wan/satine & qui-gon, 1k    As a joke, Satine tells Obi-Wan she thinks Mandalore is flat. He doesn’t take it well. ✦ on sith holocrons and misunderstandings by billowypants, obi-wan & anakin & mace & yoda & cast, de-aged!obi-wan, 7.2k    or, de-aged!Obi-Wan has the same Force bonds as adult Obi-Wan, and he does not react well. ✦ Perseverance & Resilience by loosingletters, obi-wan & anakin, 1.1k    In the aftermath of Naboo, Obi-Wan realizes he needs strength to protect his new Padawan. Growing up, Anakin needs peace. ✦ A Delicate Balance by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & yoda & jedi, spanking, 9.6k    As Anakin’s skills grow, so too does his penchant for getting into trouble. After a training mishap, Obi-Wan struggles with his role as Anakin’s master. ✦ mirror, mirror by CallToMuster, obi-wan & anakin, 5.4k    Obi-Wan has been rescued by Anakin after being rather embarrassingly kidnapped on the remote planet of Ilnuria during his investigation of rumored kyber crystals deep beneath the planet’s surface. …But is all as it seems? ✦ Mace Windu Appreciation Week by Redminibike1, mace & obi-wan & anakin & ponds & cody & jedi & cast, 12.5k    Set of unconnected ficlets for Mace Windu Appreciation Week, because he deserves it :) ✦ begin again as a quiet thought by skatzaa, obi-wan/quinlan, d/s, ~1k    Cool, smooth leather touched his jaw—gloves. Because of course Obi-Wan had thought of that as well. ✦ Drunken Lullabies by Siri_Kenobi12, obi-wan & anakin & siri & quinlan & aayla & garen & bant & ferus, 6.5k    “Do I really have to go to this thing?” Fourteen year old Anakin Skywalker dramatically sighed. “It’s sooo boring!” ✦ heaven knows how I love you by the_13th_battalion, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 1.2k    Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka are stranded on an unfamiliar planet overnight. They spend their time exploring the community- and maybe they get a little closer to each other along the way. ✦ A Reckless Padawan by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, spanking, 3.9k    When Ahsoka upsets Anakin with an act of reckless disobedience, it falls to her grandmaster to help her see the error of her ways. OBI-WAN/ANAKIN RECS: ✦ Too Hot by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.8k    Too Hot: A game where two players kiss without stopping and without touching each other. If one player touches the other, that player loses. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser. ✦ Nostos by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & padme, NSFW, 17k    Or, how Obi-Wan and Anakin discover that there are many ways to come home. ✦ to touch the light, darkest by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.9k    Obi-Wan begins to fuck Vader back to the light ✦ encode by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & padme & handmaidens & cast, 26.3k wip    Instead of being accepted into the Jedi Order at the age of 9, Anakin Skywalker became a ward of Naboo. ✦ Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs, obi-wan/anakin & mace & ahsoka & shmi & padme & cast, 31.9k wip    When Anakin Skywalker was nine, he left his whole life and mother behind to follow Qui-Gon Jinn to Coruscant and the Jedi Temple. When Anakin Skywalker was twelve, he left his whole life and Master behind to follow Mace Windu to the Outer Rim and away from the Jedi Order. When Anakin Skywalker was twenty… ✦ use my body to break your fall by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 44.7k wip    Obi-Wan Kenobi is too good at being a Sith Lord general of the Separatist army. The Jedi Council approaches Anakin with an offer he can’t refuse. These things are, actually, related. ✦ Over and Over by obiwanobi, obi-wan/anakin, 1.4k    “I love you,” he blurts out, loud and impossible to miss. Obi-Wan blinks once, twice. And freezes. The first time Anakin tells him is a mortifying experience. ✦ Exceptions by rinverse, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & mace & quinlan & cast, NSFW, modern au, 23.4k    Young and brilliant, Anakin is the mind behind JEDI Tech’s latest innovation. Obi-Wan is the company’s perfectly composed Director of PR & Marketing. And last night, they were just two strangers at a bar, looking for something quick and easy. But life had other plans when it crossed their paths again the very next day. ✦ Here There Be Dragons by Ghost_Owl, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, 10.1k    Anakin knows why he can’t shift into his animal form like every other Jedi. It’s because he doesn’t want to, it’s because he’s had a vision of what he would become, and he doesn’t want it. ✦ Waiting in a Sea of Stars by Peach_Bitters (peachybitters), obi-wan/anakin, ~1k    Stranded in deep space, Obi-Wan and Anakin wait for rescue. ✦ Tristitia by JSwander, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 5k    An alternate timeline where Palpatine focuses his attentions on Obi-Wan Kenobi instead of Anakin Skywalker after the attack on Naboo. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 11: Communication, What Communication? by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, modern au, mobster au, 7k    a 7k obikin PWP that is somehow a prompt mashup of a mobster au, an accidental sugar daddy au, with a soupçon of an anakin never left tatooine au, and a pinch of qui-gon was anakin’s dad au ✦ who a person truly is cannot be seen with the eye by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, spanking, 3.6k    Anakin purposely avoids doing what Obi-Wan tells him to do. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 12: Potidaea, 432BC, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, historical au, 4.3k    Here is a short smutty scene inspired by all those classics asks, Alcibiades praising Socrates in Plato’s Symposium, and this vase c.490-480 B.C. depicting standing, face-to-face intercrural intercourse between a bearded man and a youth, which as far as we can tell was the most common and accepted position for it in Ancient Greece. ✦ Prompted - Chapter 13: Minikin and Tiny-Wan by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 5.4k    Happy May the Fourth! In honor of this happy day, I have written the fluffiest, crackiest, vanilla-flavored smut imaginable. Based on long discussions on discord with tomicaleto about her adorable Tiny AU. ✦ to hold until brightness by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 1.4k    Obi-Wan feared that it drew out the darkest in him, to bring Vader to these flashes of light, but it was a trade he would make again and again without hesitation. ✦ May Be Found, If Sought by ghostwriterofthemachine, obi-wan/anakin & mace & quinlan, magical academy au, 2.3k    In which Quinlan, Mace, and Obi-Wan teach Non-Traditional Magical Philosophy in an institution rampant with academic snobbery and discrimination, something dark is stirring in the nearby forest, and no one is ever prepared for Anakin Skywalker. A small story about first meetings in magical academia. ✦ infinitely varied by loosingletters, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 2.2k    Also known as Obi-Wan and Anakin teach a tiny program called A.H.S.O.K.A. how to be something more than lines of code via the power of linguistics. ✦ recipe for disaster by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka, modern au, 9.8k    When Ahsoka tells Anakin she doesn’t want to learn piano anymore, Anakin is heartbroken. He doesn’t care about the instrument, obviously, but he’s practically in love with her teacher. Obi-Wan offers up a solution to their impending separation, and it’s not dating like any normal person would suggest. Instead, he’s gonna teach Anakin how to cook. Except Anakin’s a pretty well-known chef, and Obi-Wan is absolutely awful in the kitchen. ✦ Pretty Kitty by GayCheerios, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.2k    “Master, you always take such good care of me,” Anakin says, a little chirp coming after his sentence, as his thumb rests on Anakin’s plump bottom lip. ✦ As One, Into Eternity by Pseudonymoose, obi-wan/anakin, force ghosts, 3.1k    Death comes, but the man who was, and is, and will be Anakin Skywalker is not gone. And in the Force, he will never be alone again. ✦ does he make you laugh? by y0u_idjits, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, fusion fic, 3.6k    “Tell me it’s not about screwing the guy who’s screwing your husband.” ✦ Rotten Work by secretsolarsystem, obi-wan/anakin, 2.8k    Obi-Wan: I’ll take care of you. Anakin, with bloodshot eyes and a broken back from hours of terrible posture: It’s rotten work. Obi-Wan, who needs to bathe this man for his own sanity and health: Not to me. Not if it’s you. ✦ afterimages by shatou, obi-wan/anakin, 1.3k    Mustafar is nothing but a bad dream. ✦ understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface by RexIsMyCopilot, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s, 7.3k    Anakin asks Obi-Wan to take control. ✦ The strongest stars… by Tomicaleto, obi-wan/anakin & beru & cast, NSFW, 7.4k    The war’s end seems to be close, with everyone looking forward to it. And when Anakin is doubting himself the most, an unexpected visit arrives at the Temple. ✦ home has a heartbeat by izazov, obi-wan/anakin, 5.6k    Or: Anakin and Obi-Wan are together, but there are still some things left unsaid between them. ✦ turn back now (i’m haunted) by tennessoui, obi-wan/anakin & padme & quinlan & ahsoka & cast, modern au, ghosts au, 25k wip    Anakin Skywalker’s house is haunted. Luckily for him, Padmé knows a ghost hunter. Unluckily for him, it’s the hottest, most english-professor ghost hunter he’s ever seen. And extremely unluckily for him, he’s starting to get the feeling he understands maybe ten percent of what’s actually going on here, not to mention what’s at stake. ✦ game plan by treescape, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 11.2k    Or, Vader keeps capturing Obi-Wan during the Wars. Obi-Wan keeps escaping. It’s kind of a thing. ✦ Provocation by ToolMusicLover, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 4.9k    Or: Obi-Wan and Anakin attempt to navigate their complicated relationship with barbed words and wilful ignorance. It wasn’t going well. ✦ Languages by Crowgirl, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 6.5k    So Anakin pulls out a map and makes a list. REBELS RECS: ✦ The Scent of You by ambiguously, kanan/hera & cast, a smidge of nsfw, 2.9k    Everything changes after Malachor, and Kanan has trouble finding his balance. ✦ Heard It in a Love Song (Can’t Be Wrong) by ambiguously, zeb/kallus, 2.7k    Kallus can’t quite figure out what makes Zeb tick, but he keeps trying. ORIGINAL TRILOGY/MANDALORIAN RECS: ✦ A Discussion of Choices by Peppermint_Shamrock, luke & mace, 2k    Mace Windu has traveled the galaxy since the fall of the Republic, keeping out of the Empire’s sight and teaching where he can. Upon the request of a ghost of an old friend, Mace finds himself instructing Luke Skywalker, who is still reeling from the truth of Vader’s identity. ✦ staring down the barrel of the hot sun by magneticwave, luke/din & obi-wan & grogu & mace & cast, 25.7k    “Gone to a Child of the Watch, the Darksaber has,” Grand Master Yoda announces in his creaky little voice. “Peace, there is not, and yet peace, there must be.” ✦ Released by Peppermint_Shamrock, cody & rex & luke & cast, 6k    Nearly two and a half decades late, Cody’s chip is finally removed. Adjusting to having his mind returned to him after so long takes time, and Cody struggles with questions of his purpose of the past, present, and future. Fortunately, he does not have to struggle alone. ✦ A Tatooine Rainstorm by skatzaa, leia & luke & shmi, 1.7k    Leia meets a ghost. ✦ Dealing with the Darksaber by Peppermint_Shamrock, din & bo-katan & cara, 1.3k    After her recovery, Bo-Katan contacts Din to challenge him for the darksaber. Din is still very much not interested in the whole affair. FULL DETAILS + RECS HERE