#OBI WAN IS LUKE’S FATHER

[fonmythenmetz]

The most powerful force user to ever live (smol)

[ash-short-for-trash]

The fact that both Obi-Wan and Ahsoka think that the other died during order 66 and spend years mourning the other when they both survived is so heartbreaking

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The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[girlrandomstuff]

As a fandom I think we got over this two too fast, cuz just look at them, live on my mind rent free, also look at Jimmy playing not only senator Bail Organa, but Princess Leia's dad, he has always been so happy to be in SW but this time he was SO THRILLED

[mina-jamsin-derulo]

OMG, I was scrolling through Pinterest when I found a sketch that seemed perfect for Anakin and his children. So, I did a thing that's not normally my style, but I absolutely love how it turned out!

And guess what? You can use this one as a cute lock screen!

Below you guys can find the original sketch I was talking about ;))

[intermundia]

the most amusing and heartbreaking aspect of obi-wan and anakin's relationship throughout the movies, shows, books, and comics is the perpetual vacillation between harmony and discord, praise and blame. they're always coming together with strong eye contact and affection and then breaking apart and arguing, this perpetual dance of pulling together and pushing away, never completely connecting when close but also always returning back together when ruptured apart. their relationship is such a strong bond (an attachment on both sides) but also so fraught with tension and friction, like there are enormous lies that anakin keeps from obi-wan (and obi-wan can sense the dishonesty), and so much masking from obi-wan about the true depth of his feelings (and anakin can't read him). these kind of misunderstandings they have will prove lethal, but they are also capable of such deep understanding. they are so similar, on such a wavelength, as partners capable of incredible things together, two halves of a whole. all of this in canon is entirely platonic, but it's still a messy relationship that breaks categories, like they're brothers but obi-wan is also a father, they're best friends but obi-wan is also a superior officer, they became men together, but obi-wan is also a teacher and guide. it's unstable but also long-enduring as love and hate for the entirety of both of their lives, with their identities formed in relation to each other and dependent on each other (anakin and obi-wan died together on mustafar, vader and ben were born). when vader kills ben, yoda can feel his pain and loneliness across the galaxy, when yet when obi-wan catches anakin in the afterlife and makes him a force ghost by his side it is perfectly understandable. they maim each other, kill each other, complete and compel each other. it's got to be one of the relationships of all time.

[obiscribbles]

Week 44 - January 28th, 2024 'From Now On' - Zac Brown Band Spotify / YouTube

No one does the voices in the story quite like Uncle Obi.

Enjoy!

[tennessoui]

yeah im painting shit and watching a new hope on friday night and i just think it's so interesting and devastating to me personally that old ben kenobi is able to readily admit that he trained darth vader ("a young jedi named darth vader who was a pupil of mine until he turned to evil") but it takes him a whole ass trilogy to admit that darth vader and anakin skywalker are the same person

[pepperoniparadise]

“I am a Jedi, like my father before me.”

[hotstreak2k3]

“I wanna be Jedi, like my father before me.”

[constellation-skirmishes]

obi-wan and anakin coded. to me. if you even care.

[star-wars-lycanwing-bat]

Owen lars is Luke's father

I love Anakin Skywalker a lot, but something you have to consider is he's not there for most of Luke's life and when he is there is mostly an antagonist and doesn't really spend time with Luke but Owen has been Luke's father figure his whole 19 years of living. so while I love Anakin. Owen is Luke's father.

[skyberrie]

happy father’s day

we gather here, we line up, weeping in a sunlit room and if i'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes, too even on my worst day, did i deserve, babe all the hell you gave me? 'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you 'til my dying day

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace and you're the hero flying around, saving face and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed look at how my tears ricochet

we gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean some to throw, some to make a diamond ring you know i didn't want to have to haunt you but what a ghostly scene you wear the same jewels that i gave you as you bury me

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace 'cause when i'd fight, you used to tell me i was brave and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed look at how my tears ricochet

and i can go anywhere i want anywhere i want, just not home and you can aim for my heart, go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones and i still talk to you when i'm screaming at the sky and when you can't sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies

i didn't have it in myself to go with grace and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same cursing my name, wishing i stayed you turned into your worst fears

and you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain crossing out the good years

and you're cursing my name, wishing i stayed look at how my tears ricochet

[laurabwrites]

That Scene from The Empire Strikes Back

This burst forth in my brain, Athena-like, aka fully formed. Is this actually on Cloud City? WHO KNOWS! Do I know what happens afterwards? NO Do I have a plot of how we got here? NO Hope this is enjoyable/funny anyway.

Vader: Obi-Wan never told you about your father

Luke: he told me enough. Whatever you have to say, I don't care

Vader: Luke, I am your father

Luke: I mean, you could have been.

Vader: what?

Luke: Dad did explain how babies are made ya know. So, sure you could have been my father. But you chose not to be. What with the whole mass murdering children as part of a genocide, murdering my potential mother, and going on to commit genocide against a whole bunch of other peoples as part of a totalitarian government. So, yeah, you chose not to be. Just like I choose to be a Kenobi. When you choose to start making restitution, we can talk again. Bye. ::Drops off catwalk into depths and the Millennium Falcon::

[number1villainstan]

star wars AU where like 6 months before the start of A New Hope vader finds out leia's his daughter

[starwarsmyversion]

It's Luke-

I'm going crazy 😭