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ramblingwritings · 4 years ago

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Hey sunshine! Congratulations! Ok for the celebration ask/prompt I’m going with: Would you travel back in time to change something, and what would it be? and Traveling, enjoying the scenery, making memories 💜

Hello! I’m sorry this took so long but it definitely was longer than I expected it to be. I hope y’all enjoy!!

Of Names and Stars

Obi x senator!reader

Word count: 2,038

Tags: @i-am-i-am-obiwankenobi @kellingent @hellotherekenobi

It wasn’t often that you both got the chance to escape the craziness of Coruscant. It’s even more rare when you get the chance to leave together. So when the opportunity presented itself, you jumped at the chance. Afterall, you knew better than to ask for permission. You’d learned a while ago that it’s always better to ask for forgiveness.

It was early in the morning, with the sun rising as you entered your senatorial office. You glanced towards your holopad that was on your desk blinking. Your curiosity was piqued, who could be trying to reach you at such an early hour? It had taken you a while, because you truly weren’t a morning person, but you knew that if you were to complete all of your more mundane duties before the craziness of the day began, you’d need to become an early riser.

Opening the curtains to let the soft pale yellow morning light in, you gathered yourself for what seemed to be a stressful day ahead. Yet you were pleasantly surprised when you realized who had sent the message late last night after you had left your office for the day.

“Dear Sister,

I am excited beyond words! Early this morning your niece made her beautiful, albeit painful, entrance into the universe. She reminds me of you, her eyes so alert and observing everything around her. I know it is last minute, but are you able to come home for her naming ceremony? With Mom and Dad gone, it would mean so much to me to be able to have family there. I understand of course that it may not be possible, in which case I am sure we can get you to holo-in for it. I love you!

Hopefully I will see you soon,

Your Sister”

You knew you’d be there even if you had to learn to fly the kriffing ship yourself, so you’d sent her a message saying that you’d be there soon and would let her know more details as you figured them out. Flipping through your contacts, you quickly sent a note to your assistant explaining what was occurring and that you need them to reschedule meetings for the next few days for next week and that they should take some time to talk to Bail about working with him while you were gone. You knew, he would continue to help them with their learning of senator responsibilities and etiquette. It had only taken a minute to request a meeting with the Jedi Council, and then you were on your way back to your apartment to begin packing for your departure.

Within the hour, the Jedi council had gathered and requested your presence to speak with them. It didn’t take as long as you thought it would to convince them, then again, they aren’t the politician you are used to debating with. You’d explained the purpose of your visit home, and knowing the space routes to have a persistent pirate presence, you’d thought it safer to ask for an escort. Specifically Obi Wan of course, stating that naming ceremonies are usually only open to close family so it would be awkward for someone who has never met your family before to come. However, since Obi wan had been the one who protected you all those years ago, his presence would be much more welcomed by your sister.

The council had agreed, of course, and now you found yourself walking side by side with Obi Wan towards the ship that had been prepared for you. Your fingers itched to be able to feel the thick fabric of his robes. The excitement of getting to see your sister and meet your niece was beginning to eat away at your decorum, and it took everything in you not to pull the handsome Jedi next to you into a searing kiss and then make a mad dash for your ship.

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With no unruly pirates to deal with this time, your trip had been peaceful and uneventful. It was rather enjoyable though, as you got the chance to just enjoy your lover’s company. For most of the ride, you’d sat on his lap as you both sat in relative silence. It was a wonderful break from the craziness you had left behind on Coruscant and the craziness to be at home preparing for the naming ceremony.

You almost wished for the ride to be a little longer than what it was, but Obi had just landed the ship in the clearing near your family’s home and it was time for you two to make your way back to reality.

Your childhood home was always a sight to see when coming back, your mother and father had inherited it from your maternal grandparents. It was situated on acres of farmland that has been in your family for generations, and while you dove head first into politics, your sister and brother-in-law continued the family farm after the passing of your parents.

Obi carried your bags as the gentleman he is, and followed you to the door to your home. You knew that while he would always be professional, the fact that this time he’d actually have to spend time with your family instead of his usual guard post was a bit daunting for him. On your way, you’d explained why a naming ceremony was so important to your culture, and why even prominent court families still keep them closed to the public.

It was unsurprising that your sister met you at the door, with your niece cradled in her arms. The excitement was clearly etched into her face, even if the bags present under her eyes told you that your niece was keeping them up at night.

“Oh sister, I am so happy you could make it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the universe! For you, and my niece, I’d learn to fly back if I had to.”

“I don’t doubt it, your rooms have been prepared upstairs. I figured you’d want adjoining rooms again for protection, Master Jedi.” Your sister said with a knowing smirk.

“Of course, you always think of everything. Thank you, dear sister.” It physically hurt to not roll your eyes in front of Obi, and you could have sworn you heard her chuckle as you practically pulled him up the stairs.

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You’d both spent the remainder of the afternoon, settling in and catching up on any work that had been transferred to your holopad. At some point you gained custody of your beautiful niece, as your sister and brother in law finished their preparations for tonight.

It didn’t take nearly as long as you thought it would for your sister to call for the three of you to meet them at the local temple. It was a short walk, and you’d taken the time to explain some of the more intricate parts of the ceremony to Obi, reassuring him that your roles were more of witnesses than actual participants. He’d relaxed at this, knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about messing anything up or embarrassing himself.

Upon your arrival, you were met by the high priestess, who guided you to the room where your sister and brother in law were. They were sitting silently in front of the fire, heads still bowed in prayer. The room was dim, with an opening at the ceiling to let the smoke out, through it you could see the stars and the moon begin to glow brighter as the night approached. At the front of the room beyond the fire was the altar of the high priestess. It was brilliantly decorated and the flickering light of the fire danced across its velvet surface.

Guiding Obi to kneel behind your sister and brother in law, you stepped forward and laid the child on the blanket set in between them. Once done, you found your place next to Obi and took a moment to pray as your family wrapped your niece in the blanket that was handcrafted by your sister to present her to the high priestess.

The High Priestess held the child with a fond kindness present in her eyes. Gathering some of the herbs and oils, she blessed the child so the Gods may look upon her and welcome her to this world. Softly and quietly, the high priestess positioned herself and your niece in front of the fire. Holding the child slightly towards it, her soft voice echoed through the room.

“Now gaze upon the fire child, and hold its warmth and light in your heart, so you may carry it with you always.”

The High Priestess, walked slowly around the fire and sang ancient hymns softly to your niece as she went. The sound of her voice and the crackling of the fire, the distinct scents of the herbs and oils, the flickering light casting shadows around the room created such a breathtaking ambience. It almost seemed too mystical to be real, but you knew in your heart that it was.

Grabbing Obi’s hand as a chill ran down your spine, it was as if you were enveloped in one of your mother’s hugs. Your eyes snapped to your sister’s, and when you both made eye contact with tears nearly escaping, you knew that she felt it as well.

As the High Priestess’ hymn came to a close, she motioned for your sister and brother in law to stand. Placing the child in your sister's arms, she guided your brother in law’s hands to the proper places, and began to pray over them. Gathering the same herbs and oils she had used for your niece, she anointed their foreheads and called for the spirits of your ancestors to guide their hands, and lend them the knowledge they need to be loving and caring parents.

Stepping away from them, the High Priestess gathered two embers from the bottom of the slowly dying fire. Placing them in her ceremonial bowl on the altar, she mumbled prayers as she slowly broke them apart. Her hands were covered in the dark powder as she stepped towards the parchment hanging behind her.

Her movements seemed to become more rigid, almost as if she wasn’t fully in control of herself anymore. Instead it seemed as if the Gods and your ancestors were channeling through her, and guiding her in the selection of your niece’s name. She used her ash covered fingers to carefully write your niece’s name on the parchment.

Once finished she called for the new parents to step forward and see their daughters name. You heard your sister gasp, and she slowly reach her hand towards you. Stepping forward, you understood why she had reacted in such a way… Your niece was named after your mother.

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You’d been sitting on the balcony of your room for a while now, gazing at the stars and letting the warm summer breeze weave and wrap itself around you. The feelings, sights and smells of the naming ceremony hadn’t left you, and there was no way you would be able to sleep. You’d offered to care for your niece for the night, so the new parents could get some much needed rest, but your sister was reluctant to do so. You understood, of course, after all of these years she has a piece of your mother to physically hold.

Your mind turned to fantasizing about your future. Would there be a happy marriage? Children? Would they be Obi’s? A stubborn tear trickled down your face as you became overwhelmed with emotion.

Unaware that anyone had joined you on the balcony, your stomach churned as you jumped when arms wrapped around you. Instantly, you realized that it was Obi’s arms. The feel of his rough warm robes grounded you, and his cologne brought you comfort. Obi didn’t have to ask, he always seemed to know what you were feeling. So there you sat, until the sun started to rise, wrapped in his arms gazing at the stars and moon. His voice was deep and warm, and the vibrations of his chest as he spoke to you of the myths and legends about different constellations slowly allowed you to sleep.

Blurb: Why number 10?

Growing up, my grandparents always tried to help me escape from my mother. But with her having sole custody it was very difficult for them. The easiest way was for them to take me away to literally every family function, or family vacation they could think of. Often my grandparents would make a vacation out of small gatherings just to keep me with them for longer. Camping was their favorite, and I have many fond memories of fishing, and stargazing around a campfire.

#number 10 #traveling #memories #family #Obi wan x reader #senator!reader #50 followers #celebration

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lurkingcrow · 7 years ago

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So I was reminded of one of the bits in my WIP folder and finally got inspired to finish it off. This is a direct sequel to a ficlet I wrote a long while back, and won’t make much sense without having read that first.

I hope you all enjoy :)

It feels like one of her dreams. How many times has she found herself in the old days, chasing after her master as they rush through empty corridors, only to wake to a much colder and darker reality? Except, the Anakin in front of her seems a fraction smaller than Ahsoka remembers, a little more worn and much more subdued, and none of her dreams include the face of a small blond child grinning at her from his perch on his father's shoulders.

Luke. Anakin's son. Anakin has a son. Anakin is alive. The thoughts keep running around in her head, even as she automatically takes cover to avoid a wandering patrol. It won't be long now before they find the body, and they need to be gone soon if they want to avoid lockdown. Which brings her right back to the beginning because how could she ever have expected this?

There’d been rumours about the Inquisitor being on the hunt, and at first Ahsoka had been convinced they’d been careless and he was on her trail. But a few near misses and it became obvious that the former Jedi was not his quarry this time. That alone might have been enough to warrant putting the current mission on hold while they investigated, but the fact that as they followed him from port to port that it became apparent the Inquisitor was acting alone, without anyone else to take the credit? That meant whatever, or whoever, he was after? Was a big deal.

And wasn't it ever?

She'd been almost bemused when her stake out of the Inquisitor’s ship had ended with him dragging a frantically struggling child into the hangar. Kidnapping Force sensitive children was somewhat routine for the Emperor's hunting hounds, and even if this boy was unusually strong it hardly explained the Inquisitor’s secrecy. Ahsoka had readied her blaster in preparation for a rescue (ideally she could sort things out without leaving evidence of a Jedi presence, bit if not her sabers were at her side), but then the doors had opened again and…

Anakin Skywalker.

She still can't believe it.

Her wrist comm vibrates softly and she lets out a foul curse as she reads the message.

“Language Snips! Luke, you didn’t hear that.”

Ahsoka wants to laugh at the absurdity - Anakin Skywalker, chiding someone else for their language! But she suspects that if she started she would never stop and now is not the time. They have too to worry about right now.

Anakin's attention is still focused on the corridor ahead, but she feels a gentle prod along their long silent bond as if to make sure everything is ok. She holds back the tears that threaten to fall at the once familiar sensation. It feels right in a way her world hasn't been for the better part of a decade. But, no, she has to hold it together. She has to stay focused. Just a little longer. Soon she can stop and process it all. Once they're safe - at least for a moment.

“Sorry Skyguy. Just got word from my partner - our ident’s been compromised and he’s had to make a quick exit. Any chance I could get a lift offworld?”

Anakin turns his head to lock eyes with her, and Ahsoka swears she can feel his gaze piercing her very core as he speaks his next words with unshaking conviction.

“Ahsoka, you are always welcome with us...Besides, I only just found you. If you honestly think I’m about to let you disappear again, you have to be crazy!”

The small blond head on his shoulder nods vigorously. “You're family!” Luke chirps. “And family look after each other.”

This time it takes all she has not to start sobbing right there and then. Luckily it is at this point that several alarms begin to blare through the central comms system. Looks like they found the Inquisitor then.

She isn't the only one to make that connection, and Anakin grins at her.

“I think that's our cue, Snips.”

And they're off again.

It can only have been a minute or two before they reach the landing bay, a battered freighter with its engines engaged impatiently awaiting their approach.

With a burst of Force assisted speed they speed up the boarding ramp. Before the door is fully closed Ahsoka can feel the shift as the ship initiates lift off. It's not the smoothest of departures, and she waits a minute or two for the ship to stabilise before attempting to move.

Beside her Anakin finally lets Luke down from his arms, kissing him on the forehead before whispering something in his ear. She's too far away to hear but she sees the boy nod before scampering away into the depths of the ship.

There's a moment of silence, as she and Anakin just look at each other, drinking in their presence. She opens her mouth to speak, to let the torrent of worlds come flooding out but there is a shuffling noise behind them and Ahsoka turns to meet her former Master's partner and…

“Anakin, what have I told you about keeping a low profile?”

No no no no, she IS dreaming, she has to be, because she KNOWS that voice and this is too much, too close and she feels herself break.

“Master Kenobi?”

Her voice is weak, quivering in a way that and she feels her knees collapse, but Skyguy is there to catch her hold her up as that last impossibility stares at her in shock. His hair is greyer, he’s missing the beard, but it is still undisputedly Obi-Wan Kenobi standing in front of her, framed by the now open door.

“Ahsoka…”

Her name comes out in a disbelieving breath and then there are two sets of arms around her holding her tight, murmuring words against her skin.

(our padawan, you're safe, you're here, we missed you)

She allows herself to open to the Force and is bask in the mingled waves of relief and joy and love that reverberate between them all.

She is home.

It seems like an eternity that they stay there, but eventually reality returns, in the form of a young voice chirping up behind them.

“See Leia? I told you! It's Ahsoka!”

Luke’s enthusiasm is practically vibrating in the air as he speaks to his companion.

“From the stories?”

The equally childish voice sounds somewhat skeptical, and as she turns to look at them Ahsoka is glad she is already on her knees.

Luke is there as expected, impossible, adorable Luke. But he is holding the hand of a tiny dark haired girl, expression held in what is instantly recognisable as Anakin Skywalker’s face of cautious disbelief, dark eyes piercing Ahsoka’s very core.

Despite her size, she looks to be the same age as Luke, and that means…

She laughs helplessly.

“Twins, Skyguy? Only you!”

Her outburst seems to snap the others out of the moment and though they seem reluctant to disengage. Anakin grins proudly as he unlatches one arm to beckon the children closer.

They take no time at all to race forward, insinuating themselves between their father and Obi-Wan.

“Yeah, these are the Twin Terrors - you’ve met Luke, and this is Leia. They…”

Before he can get any further Leia interrupts in an imperious tone.

“Daddy! You’re not doing it right!”

She turns to Ahsoka, regal as a queen and oh. Oh. She knows that look too.

“Thank you Miss Ahsoka for saving Daddy and Luke. It is much ap.. ah..”

Obi-Wan chuckles and oh how Ahsoka missed that sound. The fond look as he gently touches Leia’s shoulder brings back a wave of nostalgia. To think, he is still here, attempting to counteract Skyguy’s lack of manners one child at a time!

“I believe appreciated is the word you are looking for, my Dear.”

“Thank you Uncle Obi!” Leia turns back to Ahsoka and sketches a neat little bow. “It is much appreciated!”

“Yes! Thank you!” Adds Luke in a bright chirp with an honest smile before cocking his head to the side in confusion. “But Leia? Daddy did thank her before.”

“Oh.” The little girl seems to deflate slightly before raising her chin in stubborn defiance. “Good. Daddy sometimes forgets to be polite and then Uncle Obi and I have to make it right.”

Ahsoka can FEEL Anakin’s amused outrage and Obi-Wan’s suppressed laughter and oh no. She is doomed.There's no way she's going to be able to leave now!

(“as if you would” says the voice inside her that has lain so empty since that awful day. “as if you could. you are home. at long last you are home.”)

Ahsoka can feel the edges of her mouth beginning to hurt but she cannot stop the smiles, or the hint of tears on her eyes.

“That’s ok. Your Daddy never was so good at that. But please, there's no need to be so formal. We're family, right?”

The wave of emotion almost bowls her over again with its intensity.

“Yes Aunt Ahsoka!!!”

And suddenly there are two more arms wrapped around her chest and two more presences reaching out to her and…

She's not going anywhere.

It is only later, when the children have been sent to get some rest, that she finds herself sitting across from the men she once called Master. The silence is comfortable, and she is almost unwilling to break it, but there are questions she needs to ask.

No matter how afraid she is of the answers.

Anakin too seems to sense that it is time.

“So, Ahsoka, I know there’s a lot we’ve got to catch up on, and while Obi-Wan and I are dying to find out what you’ve been up to, I get the feeling there’s some questions you want to ask us first.”

She looks to Obi-Wan, who nods solemnly. Somehow that seems to give her the courage to go on.

“Padmé?” she asks hesitantly, because those are her eyes in Leia’s face and her lines in Luke’s smile, but…

Anakin smiles bright and bold and she feels her heart ease. “Safe back home. Probably missing us all, but otherwise fine.”

“Oh.” Ahsoka sighs with relief. “But how? The senate… and you! How did you get out?! I thought you were dead - I know you were at the Temple with the order hit and…”

“Wait, you know I was there?” Anakin says, eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Here Ahsoka thinks a moment before deciding the knowledge is safe to share. “Katooni, one of the younglings you got out, she’s alive - hanging out with Hondo of all people and-”

“Hondo?!” She’s never heard her grandmaster sound so shocked. “Never mind. I’m sure there’s a story to that. Anakin I think…”

“...yeah, you’re right. Snips, there’s no way other way to put this. Palpatine is the Sith.”

“I know.”

Both Anakin and Obi-Wan look surprised, and she shakes her head ruefully.

“He’s the only one it could have been. No one else could have… could have made that order. And since then… the inquisitors aren’t the same, they’re more like Ventress than Dooku. It’s what I can’t work out - why hasn’t he made a new apprentice?”

Obi-Wan and Anakin look at each other, a wealth of information passing backwards and forwards between them with only a glance. They seem to reach some conclusion, and Anakin sighs.

“Because Snips, he’s waiting for the one he always intended. Me.”

She can’t speak. Shock holds her features in place while horror fills her very soul. No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t!

Anakin holds out a hand “It’s a long story, but it’s ok! We’re ok! We’re all fine! Well, as fine as we can be when someone,” he glares at his former Master, “had the bright idea to hide on a certain Force forsaken dustball I swore never to willingly set foot on…”

“And that is why we have remained safe and uncaptured for all these years. You’re welcome.” Obi-Wan rebuts and Ahsoka can’t help it, the familiarity, the revelations overwhelming her, and she reaches out - whether to seek comfort or to check this isn’t a dream she isn’t sure.

Two sets of hands clasp hers, and a pulse of reassurance runs through her.

(they’re here. they’re together. the rest can sort itself out.)

“I’m so glad.” she says.

Again there is a moment of silence before Obi-Wan continues.

“Er…” The Negotiator seems to be struggling with composure himself. “Well, that’s about it, I’m afraid. Padmé and the children usually stay behind while Anakin and I make the occasional run out into the galaxy proper, but rumour had it there was an Imperial Delegation due for negotiations with Jabba, and we thought it wiser to take the children with us just in case… although that did turn out as planned”

Anakin groans. “She is never going to let us forget this!”

“Oh I think Padmé will forgive us just this once.”

There’s a familiar light in the old Jedi’s eye as he looks meaningfully at her and Ahsoka laughs. It’s barely a heartbeat before Anakin and Obi-Wan join in.

The mood lightens, and when he next speaks there is no longer the echo of pain in her old Master’s voice.

“So now you know. Why we haven’t made contact with the anyone, why the Inquisitor wants me, wanted Luke, so badly.”

He pauses, hand fiddling with his glove.

“I need to thank you again. You were amazing Snips - without you there I know things would have turned out very differently! I know that things… didn’t go the way we planned, but I want you to know, I am so, so proud of you!”

No, no, she’s not going to cry, not this time. Even if those are words she has dreamed of for so so long.

Thankfully Anakin doesn’t seem to take notice of her turmoil.

“So tell us, Ahsoka, what have you been up to?”

She thinks of those early days in the wake of Mandalore, the running and hiding and desperate moments as men she once trusted with her life became enemies beyond reason.

She thinks of Bail, of the Rebellion, of the small disparate groups all working towards the same goal, hoping, trusting that one day it will be enough.

She thinks of the comm on her wrist, the dear friend waiting on the other end, who will never believe the impossible has happened, of the treasures she has found.

Or maybe he will. Rex has never been one to underestimate the Kenobi-Skywalker team after all.

She smiles.

(she is home)

#star wars #my fic

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