#and Obi-Wan is completely useless about it

[anxiousotters]

@cookiemonsterv3 you’ve asked about the lore NO TURNING BACK

Cody writes each of his sheep’s names in sharpie on their ear tags so he can identify them and calls the tags their “stylish earrings”. He claims he doesn’t have any favourites, but he has a soft spot for Ewe-Anne McGregor (a play on his favourite actor’s name) and Woolly (a runt that he nursed back to health with the help of his little brother, Wooley, who cried so hard when she was born and refused to leave her side until she was better)

Happy (belated) @codywanweek to all who celebrate!!

Here’s my very late submission for Day 7: Rural Jobs featuring sheep farmer Cody, wheat farmer Obi-Wan, and Cody’s sandwich stealing sheepdog, Boga

+ close ups under the cut!

[charmwasjess]

Lightsaber Theory: Obi-Wan "Sith Lords are Our Specialty" Kenobi consistently loses duels to Dooku not for any reason of technical form mismatch or lack of ability, but because Dooku is not even pretending to try to kill him. Resultantly, Obi-Wan can’t figure out what the fuck is going on when they fight. 

Obi-Wan: (preparing to defend an expected lethal strike) You’ll answer for your enormities, Count!

Dooku: (giving him the lightest love tap on the leg) Don’t be so sure, my special good lineage baby boy, so perfect in my eyes. 

Obi-Wan: …What?

Dooku: What?

Which Dooku and Obi-Wan proud lineage moment is even the most unhinged? There are so many to choose from! Is it Dooku’s frequent inability, both in AotC and TCW, to keep from spontaneously gushing about Sidious’s plans and even his own dark secrets to Obi-Wan?? Is it the time in Labyrinth of Evil where Dooku drags a long-suffering, bored Grievous over to watch a holorecording of Anakin and Obi-Wan thwarting his plans yet again, to point out how beautifully they’re working together as a team and how much he likes watching their lightsaber work evolve? Is it in the recent Brotherhood novel, where Obi-Wan just has to casually namedrop Qui-Gon to get Dooku to do exactly what he wants?

Obi-Wan is a big problem for Sidious in his mission to destabilize and corrupt Anakin, and Sidious knows it. He needs him out of the picture to do the same isolating, evil bullshit that worked so well when ensnaring Dooku himself. But the war has been going on for years now, and guess who remains inconveniently alive? And whose job was that to take care of? Oh yeah. I remember. His useless, Padawan assassin-collecting apprentice: fucking Count Dooku. By the time of RotS, Sidious has specifically ordered Dooku to make fucking sure Obi-Wan is dead only for him to completely ignore the command about a half-dozen times.

Going by the Stover RotS novelization, in the same scene where Dooku also literally refers to Obi-Wan as his fucking grandson actually, add that to our earlier list, Sidious reiterates that KILL OBI-WAN is the plan (over the sound of Dooku’s loud complaining) moments before that final duel.  I kind of wish we’d gotten a shot of Sidious's incredulous, enraged expression as Dooku knocks Obi-Wan unconscious and pins him safely out of the way. He is, once again, going out of his way to not kill Obi-Wan in that duel, and this time directly disobeying his Master to his face after they just had a conversation about it. You just know exactly what Sidious must be thinking at that moment. Oh, Dooku. You are so fucking fired.

[haydensheartt]

I still hate you though..

Anakin x f!reader

Contains: smut, oral (m receiving), p in v

Little note: so this is my first ever fan fiction in general and english isn’t my first language. I hope you still enjoy and i would appreciate feedback!!

There he was Anakin Skywalker, he was famous in the whole Jedi Temple mainly for his looks. He was very Tall and quite muscular. Everyone liked him except for you, you kind of hated him, to you he was just annoying and a spoiled brat. As you were walking in the hallway you saw him Of course with his two friends that walked behind him like little lost puppy's. You shot him a glare. He returned that glare he didnt really like you either but would’ve never said that out-loud because of his reputation.

Today you both had to train the Younglings because you both were assigned for it. As Obi-wan told you, you were gonna have to work together with anakin you rolled your eyes and groaned, anakin reacted almost the same rubbing his temples “are you serious Obi-wan? Why do i have to work with her..?” He gave you a disgusted face. You scoffed at that “he has a point i don't wanna work with this idiot..” You said. Obi-wan breaths out it feels like he's talking to little children “yes you have to work together you guys are the best jedi’s you got this.” After Obi-wan said that he left immediately without giving you two another minute to discuss this.

A few minutes later the younglings came. As you two trained them you got in another argument. “Anakin i know what I'm doing stop interrupting the training with your useless informations.” You said annoyed “clearly you don't, your doing it completely wrong.” He said like he knows everything better. As the argument got even more heated and started using curse words you got separated by some guards and then taken to Obi-Wan. “I cant believe you two are being bad influences in front of the younglings”. You bow your head down a bit ashamed of not keeping your mouth shut.

Well now you got the punishment for it you had to clean the changing room of the training room not only that but had to do it with Anakin. As you wiped the floor you felt the glare from anakin on you and it made you a bit anxious. “Don’t glare at me like that anakin its your fault” you said trying to sound confident like always. He let out a cold laugh and answered “My fault?? You were the one teaching them wrong.” “I wasn't! You just have no idea about anything!” You said turning to him suddenly noticing how close he stood behind you almost bumping into him as you looked up in his eyes. “I can do a lot better than you!” He said “like kissing, i bet I'm a better kisser than you.” Well he probably was because you never kissed someone but that didn't stop you from saying something else right? “Pff stop lying to yourself I'm sure I'm a better kisser” you let out a slight nervous laugh. “oh yeah? Show me then” he said as he smirked knowing you would never do that anyway.

“Bet” you leaned in and put your lips on his. He was shocked but quickly gave in and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. As your both lips move against each other you were doing better than you thought maybe it was because his lips fit perfectly on yours. As the kiss deepened you put your hands in his hair. He had kissed a lot of girls in his life but you were different. There was still this anger he had for you but that slowly turned into desire. Suddenly he broke the kiss to catch his breath slowly he opened his eyes seeing how flushed you were made him smirk confidently. You opened your eyes and saw how he looked at you, it ignited a fire in you desire and anger so you crashed your lips on his again pushing him onto a bench straddling him. He was surprised at your eagerness all of the sudden. But he didn't mind at all he enjoyed it (maybe a bit to much) as he felt you on his lap he let out a soft moan against your lips. His tongue asking for entrance and you let him slide into your mouth as he started sucking a bit on your tongue. You started grinding a bit on his lap. Slowly you could feel a little bulge from under you, you knew exactly what it was.

He grabbed your ass and you let out a quiet whimper against his lips. You broke the kiss and got down on your knees. He was breathing heavily watching as u sat between his legs “oh god (y/n)” the way he groaned your name made you even more determined to make him feel good. You slowly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. Seeing the huge bulge through his boxers makes you a bit wet. As you also pulled his boxers down his throbbing hard length sprung out and he let out a quiet whimper. Now it was on full display in front of you.

You swallowed hard as you start by touching his tip that has already been leaking some of his pre cum. He winced at your touch suddenly a lot more sensitive then before. As you lean closer you could smell the musky scent of his dick it was quite erotic to you. You start by giving his tip little kitten licks. “Don't tease me like that.. (y/n)” after you heard that you put your hand around his dick stroking it firmly. He threw his head back your soft touch made him go absolutely crazy. Then you put his length into your mouth that made him let out a strangled moan. As you started increasing the speed he came right in your mouth. It tasted quite salty and… delicious you quickly swallowed it making him look at you in awe.

“I need you Anakin” he smirked still a bit out of breath but then he pulled you up on his lap again “I'm right here darling” you slowly start to undress your pants revealing your pink panties. He chuckled at the sight “never thought you would wear pink panties” you roll your eyes “well you don't know a lot of things about me.” You wink at him and get back on his lap. “God you get me hard so quickly again..” He pulled off your shirt and looked shamelessly at your chest unclasping your bra with ease. As your breasts are revealed to him he latched on to them instantly sucking on your nipples you whimper at the feeling of his tongue twirling around them. He then starts kissing up from your chest to your neck and then to your lips capturing them in a rough kiss. As you line yourself up against his length he helped you push yourself down on him. It slightly hurt because his dick was quite big and it was your first time. you let out a sharp moan “ahh ani” he felt himself getting even harder after hearing you moan his nickname. He quickly tries to compose himself so he can move a bit faster. he was putting all his anger in each thrust and you definitely felt that. He could feel your walls clench it was an unbelievable feeling.

As you bounce on top of him he guides you with his hands on your hips. “Fuck you feel so good” he groaned out. He start kissing your neck again leaving marks that only added to the sensation “ani I'm so close..” you whimpered. “Its okay cum for me Darling” he moved one of his hands away from your hip and placed it on your aching clit as you felt him massaging it you felt yourself wanting to scream as he noticed that he started muffling your scream with his lips. He began thrusting into you slower but harder hitting all the way to your cervix, switching his pace multiple times knowing that would make you cum so hard.as you came He could feel your walls tightening around his dick making him cum a few moments later too. You could feel his hot cum spurting inside of you. He held you close against his chest as he thrusts few last times pumping all of his cum inside you before finally pulling out. Leaving you both out of breath. “You felt so good..” he said breathless. “You weren’t that bad either..but i still hate you” you said sheepishly. “Yeah yeah..i Hate you to..”

I hope you enjoyed reading!! Reblogs are very appreciated🫶🏻

[autumnalfallingleaves]

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Commander Cody knits. You wouldn't really know or expect it, but he's an avid knitter and is notoriously fast. He starts because, during the war, he notices some needles in a shop window and wonders about them, and Obi-Wan later gifts him some. After the war, in a no Order 66 AU, he gets more into it, and Obi-Wan gifts him nice yarn as a courting gift. Cody knits them a nice blanket as an anniversary or wedding present, later. Anakin is not allowed within 15 feet of it.

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

[bonaesperanza]

This may be a Bad Take but I think a lot less people would have issues with Padmé Amidala's RotS characterization if they realized that her role in that movie is largely symbolic and that Anakin's attitude towards her is meant to represent the inherent tension between liberty and security (which is clearly one of the main themes in a movie that has Anakin quote George W Bush as he falls to the Dark Side).

Padmé represents the best of democratic values: the capability to perceive everyone's inherent worth, the trust in state institutions, the morality, the benefits and drawbacks of resolving issues in a democratic manner and within the system (she often finds herself helpless in the face of corruption, for example). Padmé's ideals are the core of her character, to the point that she basically is her ideals. Basically, Padmé is to the Galactic Republic what Marianne is to the French Republic.

Now, you may have issues with a female character being used as a personification of a state or a political system, but not only is this a millennia-old narrative tradition, I also feel like you're probably barking up the wrong tree, because George Lucas LOVES using characters as symbols for abstract concepts: Luke as the Hero with a Thousand Faces, the Good vs. Bad Father dynamic with Obi-Wan and Vader, etc. This is completely on brand for the way George Lucas in particular constructs characters.

Even Padmé's most famous line, "So this is how Liberty dies," is indicative of this (and I love the concept of a former slave boy falling in love with Liberty herself).

Padmé dies because Liberty dies, not because she's a weak useless woman.

And Anakin's relationship to her potential death is very much... an indictment of reactionary politics and the War on Terror?

Anakin loves Padmé because she is fair-minded and understanding even when he doesn't deserve it, because she is tolerant, because she is kind, because she fights for justice, because she uplifts people. This is what he is in love with and what he is trying to preserve.

But in the face of nebulous threats, some real and some manufactured, he tries to save her by trampling all over what she stands for. And what she stands for is her. Therefore the very act of trying to save her is what ends up killing her, just like trying to keep your democracy safe by increasingly cruel and authoritarian measures inevitably kills it. Anakin claims that he loves her, that he's protecting her, but he is unwilling to listen to anything she has to say about it, just like plenty of people whose mouths are full of freedom but don't want to think about or apply the values that they are supposedly defending. What she believes no longer matters as long as she loves and comforts and uplifts him (and when she doesn't he goes into a rage).

Everything Padmé stands for, her very way of life and her very way of doing things, no longer exist at the end of RotS. She was becoming increasingly static and helpless during the movie because her way of doing things no longer works as the Republic becomes mired in cruelty and corruption, she cannot do anything but set foundations for an eventual rebellion and hope that a spark of hope survives. She can no longer survive in this new system, and it is in her nature to rather die than compromise herself in order to work within it. In a symbolic way, she quite literally cannot survive if she has to exist within it. She IS Liberty, and it would be a paradox if she survived. She dies and their children - another thing Anakin is fighting to protect, like many people who are "defending freedom" "for the children!!1!" - are made orphans, left to their own devices, forced to fight and rebuild things from scratch because she can no longer nurture them or protect them. This is a political metaphor y'all.

And in this reading, even Shmi's death ends up working better if you squint? Because even though Anakin's anger over her death stems from clear injustice and is fundamentally righteous, the fear and rage that this creates in him, and his inability to cope with it, is what directly causes him to both fear for Padmé's safety and to eventually smother her due to that fear. And to eventually become what he fears, killing Liberty, depriving himself of liberty in the process by becoming Sidious's blind slave, and literally destroying the future of an entire generation of (Jedi) children.

Now, I'm not saying that this makes a more psychological analysis of Padmé's character invalid or that this is the only role that she plays (for example, while Obi-Wan is the "good father figure" in ANH, he's clearly many different things across all the movies and clearly has an established characterization beyond that, and so does Padmé), but I think looking at it through this particular lens does make the choices made for her character less baffling and more indicative of the larger themes of the prequels.

[teecupangel]

desmond in the Star Wars universe 👉🏽👈🏽 instead of dying he sleeps deeply, to be woken up again thousands of years later when the device needs to be activated again. uhh earth could be in wild space, but the brotherhood could be the very distant predecessors of the jedi. it's the beginning of the clone wars, obi-wan & anakin together with the 212th and 501st lands on earth, accidentally awakens desmond in the "jedi" temple. desmond gets so productive that after he hitchhikes to the SW galaxy, he rebuilds the brotherhood, astonishes the jedi order, befriends a true Mandalorian armorer (for the hidden blades ya know), kills Palpatine, takes in clones and freed slaves as his apprentices. he changes the galaxy forever. he might even revolutionize jedi thinking and indirectly make them secede from the republic (he learned from giovanni auditore that being too involved with the governing body can compromise your order).. aaaahhhh brain vomit but i needed to share hahahah

If Desmond woke up because he needs to use the device once more, the setup could be that he doesn’t need to use it anymore because Earth is a barren wasteland. The history of the planet is shrouded in mystery but data collected by Obi-Wan, Anakin, 212th and 501st seem to imply that the inhabitants of the planet learned of the Solar Flare and that the next one would be the harshest most destruction one yet, with the capability to agitate the planet’s core. Because of that and some kind of ‘dark history of needless death’, the inhabitants decided to create ships called ‘Arks’ to leave the planet instead.

Whatever or whoever remained in the planet by the time the Arks had been completed would have already died because of the current inhabitable status of the planet that seemed more manmade, whether it was connected to the dark history or to the rapid creation of the Arks, they can’t be sure.

In this one, they bring Desmond to their ship because he would have died and they wouldn’t just turn a blind eye on that.

From there, Desmond takes the time to familiarize himself with the databanks he has access to (mainly the ones that should be accessible to the general public) and finds himself with more questions that answers.

Trying to type ‘assassin’ was useless, even typing ‘templar’ gave blank. So he was left with just reading as many as possible, thanking his Bleeds for giving him the fortitude to read so much information and retain it (special thanks to Altaïr for being such an overachieving nerd that his ‘study habits’ actually bled to Desmond).

Then we get to the parts in your idea where Desmond starts to rebuild the Brotherhood because he sees the need for the Brotherhood to exist, especially during this ‘Clone Wars’ and goes toe to toe with Jedis and their doctrines, realizing that their use of the Force can be seen as wisps in the Eagle Vision meaning he knows whenever someone is going to use the Force and how they’re going to use it. It’s actually the Jedi Council who gives Desmond the idea that maybe the Jedis are… an evolution of the Brotherhood.

No.

The evolution of the combined efforts of the Brotherhood and the Order, having no other choice but to finally work together to protect themselves and the people they care about.

Desmond supposed the only way the Brotherhood and the Order could finally achieve unity was thanks to a much greater threat.

Desmond sees the Jedi Order not as the child of the Brotherhood but a distant relative and walks away from them, forming his own Brotherhood to uphold the Creed and the tenets.

He was a relic of the past.

But it is the past that shapes the present and predicts the future.

And so Desmond Miles, the latest mentor of a long dead Brotherhood, doesn’t see how his small existence could be the small pebble thrown against a carefully crafted glass work that would shatter it and show the ugliness it tries to hide.

[dapurinthos]

not watching the last episode of obi-wan kenobi at this time because i don't want to be laid out on the floor for the rest of the day.

so it's 'end of initiate trip to the senate time'

“Come and meet Senator Palpatine,” calls Master Gallia. No thanks. Not unless someone gets real cool real fast about me attempting to turn him into a ’saber-kabob. I make a strategic retreat behind the tallest and most cape-wearing of the nearby adults. I slide around Sifo-Dyas and squeeze up next to Dooku like I’m a burr catching onto a loose thread. I duck against his leg and pull his cape back into place, completely submerged in the darkness except for my feet. There’s probably a metaphor in that. Dooku twitches his cape back. I grab for it. “What are you doing?” “Senators have bad juju.” Sifo-Dyas hides a laugh in a cough. “Juju?” asks Dooku. I can see Sidious heading this way. Great. He’s probably going to say hello to his good friend Count Dooku. I tug at his cape again. No luck. “Baaaad juju,” I repeat, ducking around behind him to the side further away from Sidious and not made useless as a hiding spot. I peek one eye out. “The Senate is a wretched hive of scum and villainy filled with delusional Inner Core dwellers who think they can go on ignoring the exploitation of Rim-outward planets by the very same companies they were bribed into letting sit in the Senate. They get fat off their profits while not paying the taxes needed to fund the socialist programmes the Core Faction wants to establish in the outlying regions who are correct in saying that the Core Faction doesn’t understand what life is like further out.” Sifo-Dyas looks Dooku up and down. “Taking up ventriloquism at this stage in your life?”

[vaguely-concerned]

I just finished padawan by kiersten white and had a blast with it -- it was exactly the kind of thing my brain craved this week, just some nice character study and adventure story stuff for my brain to chill in. thoughts:

a) I love obi-wan and his poor anxiety-ridden teenage self so so much. peak a delight to have in class to the point of nervous break representation, someone help him. local boy manages to become parentified child to an absent father somehow. that part where he's so afraid he's so bad and useless that the force itself might just decide it doesn't want him after all........ heartbreaking. that's exactly what I would have thought at sixteen too probably. (also my personal headcanon has always been that obi-wan is on the ace spectrum, so that was a very nice thing to find supported in this book! canon is vast and can support any number of stances that way honestly everyone should go hog wild with it in whatever manner they please, but that's always been my vibe)

b) qui-gon fucking jinn if you don't step up and do something to help the child in your charge with his ACTUAL DEBILITATING ANXIETY DISORDER RUNNING HIM RAGGED other than ask him to meditate so help me I will come over there and do maul's work for him ahead of time I swear to fucking god

c) no, really, it says some not very good things about qui-gon's mentorship abilities that obi-wan really only manages to grow and be calmer when he's outside of his influence. I know this book means you to come away with the feeling that obi-wan takes a big step towards enlightenment and adulthood on this trip (and I do think that's also true to be clear!), but there is a part of me that also thinks that just as much as personal and spiritual development what we're seeing here is an avoidant attachment style definitively entrenching itself as a result of having no adult that can be consistently trusted to meet him emotionally. (which also makes a horrible kind of sense, thinking about what obi-wan and anakin's relationship is going to be like in the future -- obi-wan is avoidant and self-contained when it comes to trying to deal with his emotions, and anakin skews far more anxious and towards lashing out, and they never quite understand each other for all the love that is there. you can trace that all the way back here. sins of the master, huh.) obi-wan finds some agency and catharsis in being able to help a group of abandoned children, you say. hm. I'm sure this means nothing and has no parallels in his own inner world. you let the kid think you'd completely abandoned him instead of communicating with him openly for like five minutes. For His Own Good of course. Wow I didn't realize I was this angry about this but here I am once again livid on obi-wan's behalf, actually. 'I'm an incredible teacher and this lack of honest emotional communication I'm fostering in favour of (benign!) manipulation is never going to come back and bite the jedi order in the ass, surely'; the qui-gon jinn story

[merlyn-bane]

Trick or treat! 🐈‍⬛🍬 Would love wlw codywan thoughts, please! May that revolve around a published fic (She Plays Bass, maybe 👀) or unrelated ideas

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃🐈‍⬛🎃🐈‍⬛

Lol most of my thoughts regarding sapphic Codywan are screeching, ❗❗❗❗❗, and general keysmashing, but I'll do my best! 😘

Unless stated otherwise, Lady Wan is a l w a y s Mullet Wan. To me. From my own fics, she wouldn't have the mullet in the Hobbit/LoTR fusion probably, and I think I drew her with a ponytail in the Star Trek AU, but in my heart, Lady Wan rocks the Big Jedi Mullet 25/8

Speaking of the Star Trek AU, I like to think that they promoted Obi-Wan into the officership in an attempt to distance her from sciency stuff she could inadvisably touch as much as because she's just a good leader. She gives Cody even more migraines than having to try to contain her curls does

Part of why I love writing sapphic Codywan so much is because they just lend themselves to the hypercompetent-useless-lesbian trope so well, and as someone who is completely and helplessly in love with Gorls myself, I can relate haha

It's been too long since I've thought about She Plays Bass!! My thoughts for you today on that is that Cody's 1000% favorite place for Obi-Wan to sit is on her face, and Obi-Wan is rightfully obsessed with Cody's thighs and singlehandedly becomes the reason that Cody can't wear any kind of shorts/skirts on stage. Also, the mental image of them kissing on stage a la Bruce Springsteen and Clarence Clemmons lives rent free in my head.

She Plays Bass thoughts part two--Obi-Wan and Fox are probably fucking obnoxious together on tour. Just constantly bickering and taking the piss out of each other just because they can and they're happy to have a worthy verbal sparring partner. Everyone hates them. They will not shut up.

Cody's banana briefs are real!! I have to keep talking myself out of buying them haha. https://rodeoh.com/collections/briefs/products/brief-harness-banana

Thanks for playing, @dontbelasagnax!! Mwuah!!

[memyselfandtheemperor]

Hahaha! This is so awesome in how terrible they all are. Palpatine is the worst, his sex doll is creepy as hell, Vader is simultaneously impressive and lame, Luke is definitively lame, Leia is already looking 30 going on 50, those smokes are bad for her, Obi-Wan has-been don juan cracks me up especially as a ghost haunting Vader's ass... The only pure badass one is Sand. You can tell he misses Vader. Wonders how else he's going to sabotage the rebels missions XD

Your description of the whole thing made me laugh ahahah, especially the part of Luke being “definitively lame”.

I wanted Leia to be kinda like an older Carrie Fisher, so the way you described her is perfect ahahaha

I can only say Palps was right about doggos being a mass destruction weapon…or at least not completely useless Lol

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I love to hear about them! So glad that you’re enjoying the ride so far!

Here, have a battlefront related bonus gif XD

[mayxthexforce]

@mutatiio said:

he's not entirely sure why he snuck in - a habit maybe - but a useless effort. anakin quietly kneels next to obi-wan's bed and begins lightly shaking his shoulder. he wouldn't usually wake him. never wants to purposely deprive him of sorely needed sleep, but his mind had plagued him. the prospect of sleep stolen and waves of sorrow and familiar loneliness moved him from his own bed.

a comment from another padawan, quick and cruel. something that hadn't bothered him to begin with, but the more he thought about it-

"master-" anakin's voice wobbles and it makes him want to shrivel up and hide. he wipes his tear stained cheeks with his sleeve and speaks again once he sees obi-wan stir. "master, is it okay that i'm a boy??"

It hadn't been a particularly long day. But Obi-Wan had fallen asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. He'd been out cold, perhaps because his body was finally catching up on some much needed rest that he'd been rescheduling for the past week.

He was so deeply asleep that the shaking didn't stir him awake at first. It wasn't until he heard Anakin's wobbling voice and processed the fact that he knew what the tremble to Anakin's voice meant, that he's crying, that he woke up. His eyes shoot open and he turns to look at him, halfway through shifting to sit when Anakin hits him with that question. Obi-Wan blinks, his eyes still heavy with sleep that he's fighting off because he KNOWS that he needs to be quick.

Speak, Kenobi. SPEAK!

"OF COURSE it's okay," he manages to say. Good, that's something. It's a start.

Holding a hand up in a silent 'Wait.' gesture, Obi-Wan pushes himself to sit, rubs the sleep off his eyes and pats the side of the bed right beside him before he's reaching for the glass of water he keeps at his nightstand. It all gives him an excuse to have some time to think his words carefully. Truth be told, he thought this conversation would take way longer to happen. He was hoping he'd have at least until Anakin was a teenager to think about this and practice what to say, talk to Bant about it, get her to tell him what to say to avoid messing up.

But the force has decided that he has to improvise.

"Okay..." he breathes out, looking down at Anakin and tucking some hair out of Anakin's face, before he rests his hand on Anakin's back. "It's okay for you to be a boy, and it's okay if you ever decide you don't want to be a boy, or that you don't want to be neither a girl nor a boy– who knows? Maybe some day you'll decide you want to be both, or something completely different, and that is okay too! Being a Jedi is all about transcending, I don't see why transcending sex and gender would be any different."

His heart is hammering inside his chest. The back of his neck is slick with a fresh layer of cold sweat. Obi-Wan is hoping beyond hope that he hasn't messed up, thinking of any way his answer might have been wrong, and how to fix any possible mistakes. The whole time, he keeps his eyes on Anakin and does his best to smile reassuringly.

[sendpseuds]

Ooh, I'm nosy. Ventress?

I really need to get this one figured out, I’ve been holding onto it for a long time and still need to comb through a few details.

Essentially, Obi-Wan returns Ventress’s light sabers after the Ahsoka debacle [which is right after The Lawless] and immediately she knows there’s something off about him.

She suggests they spar and winds up pushing the man a little too far…

Here, have a snippet:

It feels like he’s losing control in a way she’s never felt before, his emotions beginning to spin around them like a hurricane of his own making, wild wind howling with pain and grief and guilt and— and—

“Love.”

Obi-Wan falters. Stumbling back several staggered feet, the Force twisting in confusion as his expression does the same, fear flashing in that wild silver stare, switching his saber from one hand to the other as if he’s feeling out of balance.

“This isn’t about the padawan.”

Well. It’s not all about the padawan.

Suddenly, Ventress finds herself blocking a series of wild strikes, giving ground before leaping to the next rooftop, trying to give herself enough time to catch her breath.

“This isn’t about anything,” Obi-Wan lies through his teeth, landing on the roof several feet away, his saber still lit, bathing his sharpened features in a blazing blue and Ventress can taste his mounting anger in the Force like she never has before.

“Oh, but it is,” Ventress insists, holding out a hand and letting her eyes flutter shut for a single moment, trying to grab hold of the storm raging around him, “you feel like— it feels like—“

Fractions of a moment before Obi-Wan brings his blade down, Ventress’s eyes snap open, her own sabers blazing to life, blocking his blow and rolling to the side, the terrified rage rolling off him only making her more certain of the warm wind she’d tasted in the hurricane of his heart.

“You’re in love.”

It’s a mistake.

Ventress had never understood her master’s strange obsession with the man. Sure, he’s not completely useless in a fight, plus he’s proven himself a gifted strategist and negotiator, but the man had always stuck her as undeserving of the Count’s attentions.

Now, Ventress realizes, perhaps she’s just never been able to see his vision.

The Obi-Wan Kenobi who raises his weapon now, is not the man she has come to know.

This is a beast.

The blows come fast and hard, the calm and collected Jedi Master ruthlessly bringing down his saber again and again and again, her defenses slipping ever so closer to her face with every clash and it's not long before she finds herself screaming.

“I yield!”

He doesn’t stop.

“Kenobi! I yield!”

Still, he doesn’t stop.

“Obi-Wan!”

Suddenly the man looks as if he’s been shot.

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Okay, so I'm trying to organize my Google Docs and get my NaNoWriMo going, so I'm going to share this and then delete it from my files. It was going to be in Asphodel, but then I took the story another way, so this was useless. But I liked it too much to get rid of it. Until today. :)

Background: Satine denies that Korkie is Obi-Wan's, except that Ahsoka and Anakin return from the "Corruption" arc in TCW and gossip spreads throughout the Temple that Obi-Wan's got a kid. (In Asphodel, he goes undercover before he learns of the gossip, so this is non-applicable. Originally, he was going to call her and..)

In the middle of her thoughts, a chime pinged out into the room, summoning her back to the moment. She looked up from the holo-files on her desk and grabbed her comlink, activating it.

It was Obi-Wan.

“Hello there, you perpetual-yet-beautiful pain in my ass,” came his voice as he appeared in a cloud of blue light. He was standing handsomely in his armor, and for a moment, she almost smiled.

The holo-glow was blinding in her office as Satine stood up and moved about the room, organizing and putting away things that had piled up on her desk. She hadn’t expected such a greeting but he was in rare form it seemed. Turning to look at the holo, Satine remarked dryly, “Look what the Core Worlds dragged in. Hello, General Kenobi. Is there something I can help you with today? I am very busy.”

Obi-Wan snickered and said, “I regret upsetting your schedule. I can see how overwhelmed you must be, straightening up your office. My, things in Mandalore must be wild.”

Satine sighed and said nothing, sadly gazing upon the holo-files that contained the dossiers on four of her guards.

Oblivious as to what she was really preoccupied with, Obi-Wan got to the point abruptly: “Satine, I’ve got half the Jedi Temple here in Coruscant gossiping about a supposed baby of ours. Do you know anything about this?”

Turning from the bookcase to glare at the holo, she appeared in shock as she responded, “You must be joking. Tell me you’re drunk.”

“No, not at all,” Obi-Wan responded sardonically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Apparently, the baby is your nephew. That darling boy you call Korkie,” he paused and shook his head and sidelined the conversation for a moment as he muttered under his breath, “A most unfortunate nickname. I hope you feel bad about that name, because you should.”

Walking back over to her desk and leaning her hip into the furniture, Satine rolled her eyes, “I’ve told you this before: I did not give him the name. It’s the name the nurses in Cadera gave him. Who am I to change someone’s name?”

Obi-Wan glared at her in the holo and then he raised an eyebrow, “Need I remind you, Duchess of Mandalore, that you call me Ben almost exclusively?”

Satine made a face, a bit sheepish at how he turned her remark around on her, and protested, “It just rolls off the tongue so much quicker when we’re arguing.” She crossed her arms over her chest and frowned, “Back to the point, what is going on in Coruscant?”

His jaw was tight as he explained, “The other sources of stress in my life known as Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano returned from Sundari raving about how Korkie resembles me. There was a conversation had about how he touches his chin like I do.” Obi-Wan looked exasperated at that, and he shrugged. “Everyone has become completely unhinged over here. Ahsoka shared the gossip with another padawan, and now the whole Temple is talking about it.”

“Oh dear,” Satine frowned, sitting on the edge of her desk as she looked away and thought back to when Ahsoka and Anakin had been there.

Obi-Wan rubbed his face with his hand and continued, “I have been asked to meet with the Council, not as a colleague, but rather before them so they can discuss the concerns that have been raised.”

This was what she had always been afraid of. She looked over at him in the blue glow of the holo and frowned, “I’m sorry, Ben. I can assure you, there was nothing we did from our end to give that impression.” And she was being truthful. She had never presented Korkie as anyone’s son, and if he had been Obi-Wan’s, she certainly wouldn’t have paraded him around in front of fellow Jedi Knights and padawans.

Looking at her with a grave expression on his face, Obi-Wan’s tone was low and somber as he implored, “Satine, is he my son?”

She bristled at the question and exclaimed, “Stars, no!”

“Satine.”

Leaning across the desk an inch or so in an effort to get closer to the image of him, Satine glared, “He is not your son, Obi-Wan.”

He narrowed his eyes, bringing his hand to his chin thoughtfully, “But the hair?”

“He had it when I found him.”

“And his face?”

“Plenty of people have high cheekbones.”

“And this?” he gestured to his hand resting at his chin.

Satine made a tired expression at him, “Darling, I picked up that habit from you, and Korkie picked it up from me. What can I say?”

“And his interest in lightsabers?” Obi-Wan looked serious as he asked that question, and when Satine laughed out loud in response, he seemed taken aback.

“If being interested in a lightsaber made someone your son, then guess what? You’re also Caepo’s father. Congratulations.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at her and was quiet for a moment as he thought everything over. He had called her in a fury, angered to learn that his grandpadawan had spread gossip throughout the padawan dorms. His old friend Jedi Master Luminara Unduli had been the one to pull him aside on the meditation balconies and ask him if the rumors were true. She had ardently defended him, but the talk was spreading quickly.

“We’ve always been careful, yes?” Obi-Wan asked Satine, then corrected himself, “Well, no, there was that one time. Before Master Qui-Gon and I found Anakin. But you had already brought home Korkie.”

She nodded, following his timeline as she revisited memories in her mind, “We were nineteen when I was returned to Sundari, and we were twenty when you returned as an emissary.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “We certainly didn’t do our due diligence there, did we?”

The memory of their first sexual encounter was vivid in her mind, as Satine recalled the way it hadn’t been planned. It had been impulsive. As they fumbled through the motions of losing their virtue to one another, the last thing on their minds had been contraception. The slow burn of their mutual attraction had clouded all of their combined intelligence and better judgment.

Satine lowered her head and felt shame wash over her, “No, we certainly didn’t,” she murmured in return.

“Oh stars, we were, how old? That time you came to Coruscant?” Obi-Wan asked.

“We were twenty-three,” she clarified.

“And Korkie was..? I remember the holo-photos you showed me. He was a wee one.”

Satine nodded, “He was two.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, “And how old was he when you went to Cadera?”

Sighing heavily at the inquisition she was getting from him on the other end of the holo-chat, Satine glared, “A year after your emissary trip, I went to Cadera. He was less than a month old. Had been abandoned near the Emergency Services entrance at the hospital.”

“The timing,” Obi-Wan started to protest.

Satine had already been over it in her mind, many times, as she had prepared herself for speculation from her inner circle in Sundari. But the truth was, Obi-Wan had left too soon for her to give birth to the child in Cadera twelve months later; and the abandoned baby, with the remains of his umbilical cord clinging to him, was too young to be passed off as a three month old.

“Yes, I know,” she nodded. “The timing has always been a thorn in my side. I know what people wanted to assume.”

“And that time, before Anakin, when you called me..?” Obi-Wan asked.

There had been a scare.

She nodded, “Yes, when we were twenty-five. I panicked. I was just late.”

He looked at her in disbelief and exclaimed, “How do you remember all of this? I can barely recall it all.”

Satine sighed heavily, “The scrutiny over my womb is very important to many people both here in Mandalore and apparently, also there in Coruscant. You have no idea how many times I’ve had to recall this information on a whim to disprove someone’s ridiculous attempt at scandalizing Korkie’s existence.” She threw up her hands in an exhausted shrug, and she looked frustrated.

Obi-Wan acknowledged the timeline and processed the math and had to resign himself to the fact that there was no possible way he was a father. There was relief in knowing that he would be able to go before the Council and confidently discount the rumors, but still, he said with a frown, “He’s not my son.”

Satine nodded and turned her gaze aside as she felt uncomfortable with the line of questioning and his anger. The fact that he was mad was understandable. His commitment to the Jedi Order was potentially in question. Rumors about his discretion were now leading people to wonder if he had a secret child somewhere in another sector. How many fellow Jedi who knew him, loved him, and respected him now looked at him differently? Would he ever undo the damage that Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano’s loose lips had caused?

“I’m sorry, Obi-Wan,” Satine sighed.

His gaze snapped up in her direction and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I’m afraid I can’t read you well today,” Satine admitted. “You seemed despondent just now, realizing..” Her voice trailed off and she shrugged. “I don’t know what outcome you would have preferred.”

Obi-Wan’s voice was sharp as he responded, “I want the truth, Satine.”

She looked at the glowing holo of him, and as the blue illuminated her face, Satine confirmed, “The truth is that he’s not yours. He’s biologically not even mine.”

On the other end of the call, Obi-Wan was silent with his arms crossed over his chest. She could see the veins in his neck peeking out from above his armor, and the subtle way the muscles of his jaw clenched.

“You swear it on your life, Satine Kryze?” his voice came, like a growl.

She faced him as she stood up and mirrored his body language.

“I swear it on my life, on his life, on my sister’s life, on yours, and on Mandalore.”

The conflicted lovers engaged in a staring contest as Obi-Wan tried to weigh the steel in her spine as she stood there, indignant and proud. Satine could see his anxiety was getting the best of him, as beads of sweat were forming near his hairline and he kept reaching up to brush his unruly hair from his face.

Satine was afraid for him as he had confided in her more than once that he feared being admonished by the Jedi Council. Of course, then he became part of the Council, but she was sure that old feelings of insecurity were getting the best of him. She walked around her office and resumed straightening up the classified documents and the data-chips that contained information on the funerals and final rites that would be happening for her guards.

A flicker of anger rose to the surface when Satine picked up the chip marked THRIJ LOC and she turned to take it out on Obi-Wan. Clearing her throat, she remarked, “You must consider me far more talented in subterfuge than you’ve previously let on. How would I have been able to keep a full-term pregnancy from you for all these years? And Korkie? Yours? What kind of man would you be - no, what kind of Jedi would you be with your Force gifts, to not realize the boy you’ve known about for years was yours?”

He was silent, watching her intently.

“You’ve watched him grow up in holo-photos! You’ve listened to me talk about him!” Satine demanded, looking both incensed and resigned all at the same time. She sighed, “How could I have possibly hidden him from you? And why?”

He took a deep breath and looked away, “I don’t know, Satine. You have always been so hesitant to let me meet him, and it’s always felt like you didn’t want us to become close.”

She shook her head, “Because, Obi-Wan, we are living separate lives. I didn’t want to confuse him when he was small, and we weren’t.. we aren’t..” her voice trailed off as she looked away. “You have no obligation to me.”

The weight of her words was heavy and he looked up at her and appeared apologetic.

Satine was despondent now, and under the weight of everything that was going on with the death of her guards, the aftermath of Almec’s betrayal, and now Obi-Wan’s frustration, she looked near her breaking point.

But her vulnerability made her uncomfortable, even in front of him, so Satine shrugged and tried to use humor to deflect by commenting, “And besides, there’s no way he could be yours. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him roll his eyes or look annoyed with me. Not even once.”

Obi-Wan was quick: “Maybe he’s just very good at hiding it from you.” He paused, and before Satine could respond, his words cut her like a knife, “Speaking of hiding things, are you sure he’s not yours?”

The sting was evident on her face as her eyebrows furrowed and she looked away for an instant. Her lips quivered and the muscles in her jaw tightened, but he knew it wasn’t sorrow. It was rage. For a moment, he believed he was about to experience the worst of Satine’s infamous beskar tongue, but to his surprise, it never came.

Instead, Satine looked back at him and said calmly, “You are treading on very dangerous ground, Obi-Wan. I am not your possession. If you want to accuse me of something, do it, and don’t speak in riddles.”

He nodded and then called her bluff, “Alright. I wonder if you conceived him with another man. There, I said it.”

She looked stunned for a second and her skin felt as though it was crawling as a heat rash began to spread upon her alabaster complexion. “I owe you nothing, but I have no reason to lie,” Satine hissed. “He is not mine. I love him as though he was, and in my culture, that is enough and therefore, he is mine. But no, I did not give birth to him.”

He was silent and Satine looked away.

Obi-Wan sighed, “I have to meet with the Council in a few moments.”

She was visibly upset but she asked calmly, “Call me later, would you?”

A hand rubbed at the back of his neck and he was noncommittal to her request. Instead, Obi-Wan’s blue eyes darted around and he griped, “I should go.”

Satine’s gut feelings were sending up warning signs about Obi-Wan. She hadn’t seen him like this in a long time, angry and quick to become incensed like this. Before meeting with the Jedi Council, she wanted to break the ice a bit, to give him a fighting chance of charming the figurative pants off all of them.

Satine sarcastically remarked, “Hey, jetii, now that the tooka’s out of the bag, I’m going to need you to come get Caepo next weekend for your visitation.”

Obi-Wan didn’t hesitate as he played along, “You’ll have to meet me half-way. I’m not coming all the way out there.”

He stayed stoic for a moment or two and then the corner of his mouth curled up into a very sly smile that he tried to hide.

Satine looked at him and stuck out her tongue at him, then reached for the device to end the call, hurrying as she said, “Tell Anakin and Ahsoka that the next time I see them in Coruscant, I will have a tongue lashing ready for both of them.”

“Will do.”

“Good luck.”

“I’ll need it. Thanks.”

“Love you.”

“Okay, bye.”

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1. Windows of the soul, you should have knocked the door

Anakin stared at the costume on his bed. He was still unsure about the whole ‘Halloween party at the office’ thing Aayla had dragged him into but he was new at his office and he didn’t want to be put into the party-killer box so soon into his work.

“I got a VISA all on my own.” He told himself. “How hard can this be?”

2. Kiss me softly, love me roughly

It all started with a pair of cuffs. As Obi-Wan returned from his meeting, he found them laying on the ground, abandoned. He stared at them from his spot at the entrance of the room. Were those Anakin’s? It was unlike his padawan to leave things out of place, much less actual Jedi tools.

3. A hundred and one universes - chapter 8

 The war had only been over for a couple of months and the peace and recovery efforts were still going strong.

 The Republic’s political sphere had been completely turned into chaos as the reality of Chancellor Palpatine’s true identity and his actual role in the war was revealed. For the first week after his death, the Jedi order had withdrawn into their temple. For too long they had been forced to fight and die into a now pointless conflict and their first step before going out and helping fix the galaxy was to begin healing themselves.

4. But goddamn, you got me in love again

The music was loud all around him, Anakin could almost feel the drums beating in his own skin. The low, colourful lights jumped from greens and blues to reds that were almost pink and yellows. People on the dance floor laughed, drank and danced, adding to the chaotic picture painted by the lights.

5. Viridian afternoon

“Is this really  necessary?” Anakin asked, the sound of the bells tied to his curls jinggling as he turned to stare at the Radichet that was tying some see through fabric around his waist.

 He had been sent by the Jedi council to take part in the ritual that took place every ten years on the planet Achicor. The Radichet, an alien species very similar to humanoids (Anakin had yet to figure out where they were different), dressed up and celebrated for a week, burning particular dishes and incense in the name of their main god: Obi-Wan.

6. Michi, michi, miau

As soon as Obi-Wan had taken a seat on the bus on his way home, it had begun to rain. Hard. He sighed, already dreading the short walk from the bus stop to his house, nevermind that he had his umbrella with him.

 It had been a stressful day at work and he looked forward to finally putting on his slippers and drinking some warm tea. The beginning of spring, as it usually happened, had arrived with a chill and rain. Obi-Wan had taken to bringing his umbrella everywhere he went, at least when he saw the cloudy sky in the morning.

7.  More than one lifetime

 [Hyperspace. Coruscant to Lothal, 23BBY]

 "Master," Anakin broke the kiss with a whine. He was sitting on his master's lap, his upper robes on the floor of the cockpit and his padawan braid tangled in his master's right hand. "Please…" He begged, before Obi-Wan tugged his braid and kissed him again.

8. The right path is not often the clearest one

 The night Rin’s ghost appeared in his dreams, whatever plan Zetsu and Madara wanted Obito to follow became useless.

 At first, he thought she was only a nightmare, the hole in her chest and a bit of blood falling from her lips a haunting sight. Obito broke down crying and hugged her, blaming Kakashi, babbling at her how he would avenge her and create the perfect world for her. But then Rin shook her head and smiled sadly. He couldn’t stand watching her sad so he turned away and then he woke up.

9. Morning star, guide me home

“Mom, look!” Lady Alhue turned around to find her son excitedly holding several items floating around his head. She smiled and put down the knife she was using to fully turn and crouch down so Anakin could get closer. “I’ve managed to lift three more things this time!”      He was so bright, Darth Alhue couldn’t help but mourn the fact that he would soon have to be turned into the dark. It was the only option to keep him safe. She knew there were other Sith roaming around the galaxy, thirsty for power.  

10. Simple comforts

 The door opened and Obi-Wan stepped into the living room. Immediately he saw a lump of heavy blankets, Anakin’s seven year old sister buried in them, her cheeks flushed and lightly panting.

 In front of her, the TV was playing an old movie, one of Anakin’s childhood favourites, as he had mentioned once or twice during the first dates they had. Obi-Wan smiled at the picture and moved further in.

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Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

📂 Obi-Wan can sing though he's never done so publicly or outside the confines of a shower, he has a very pleasant voice. Though there is one time he sang to Anakin in the beginning of their journey together, he had a particularly hard day training and there were lots of tears, so he sang to his Padawan. Its the only time he did and when adult Anakin brings it up, Obi-Wan denies it happened.

📂 Obi-Wan often thinks about what his life might have been like had he never became a Jedi. While he hadn't exactly looked up Stewjon, the one time he did, the information remained with him for the rest of his life. This isn't something he shares with anyone.

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I went ahead and wrote my take on this scene. I don't do much fanfic so I hope it's enjoyable somewhat.

The wind rushed through Luke’s hair as his father’s lightsaber clashed with Darth Vader’s. His feet moved across the catwalk as Vader steadily pushed him back under the onslaught of the masked Sith Lord’s assault. Darth Vader was so much older, so much more skilled in the art of lightsaber combat and Luke couldn’t help but feel the void of the gulf between the two of them. He was an indomitable titan, cloaked in void-black robes. And then came the fateful blow. It was an overhead blow. Sparks flew from the contact of the lightsabers as Luke blocked it, but after a moment his knee gave out beneath him. He collapsed under the weight of Darth Vader’s strike and fell backwards.

Vader pointed the tip of his lightsaber at Luke’s throat. For Luke there were only four things in his mind at that moment. The feeling of the metal digging into his back as he lay there against the catwalk. The heat radiating from the lightsaber at his throat, the incessant hum of the weapon, and the black clad hand that wielded the saber.

“You are beaten. It is useless to resist,” the Sith lord said, his voice filled with the static of the vocalizer and the hiss of the air from his mechanical lungs. “Do not let yourself be struck down as Obi-Wan did.”

At the mention of his mentor’s name, Luke felt a surge of anger rush through him and he knocked Vader’s lightsaber aside with his the blue blade of his father’s lightsaber. Vader recovered to swing another over head blow – a killing blow. Luke jumped to his feet, and took advantage of Vader being off balance and slashed the Sith Lord’s shoulder. Their duel continued, Vader’s red blade striking Luke’s father’s blue. Luke was being steadily forced to give ground to that damn Sith. He crossed a pair of pylons and found himself on the catwalk to one of the anti-grav control spires for the city. He ducked another strike from Vader, which cut through the pylons like a hot knife through bantha butter. It was at that moment that Luke made a fatal mistake. He tried to swing as he got up, but Vader was prepared for this and in one searing hot blow, he cut Luke’s lightsaber hand off.

The young man screamed, just as much in rage as in pain. Luke watched in slow motion as his hand and more importantly, his father’s lightsaber fell down the shaft and out of sight. He looked to the stump where his hand used to be in shock and clutched at it as a million billion nerves lit up at once with pain. He found himself again lower than Vader. He clutched the catwalk’s railing with his good arm as the Sith approached him, that red hot killing weapon radiating the heat and hum. Black boots filled Luke’s vision.

“There is no escape,” Vader said. He didn’t even sound winded. “Don’t make me destroy you.”

Luke slowly crawled backwards, staring up at the man. He could feel every emotion welling up in him at once – anger, despair, and strangely pity.

Vader continued, “Luke, you do not yet even realize your importance.” He raised his hand toward Luke, offering it to him. “Join me, and I will complete your training.”

Luke felt his foot touch the base of the spire and he turned around, clutching at it. In this moment, his head was filled with everything Obi-Wan had told him. How Vader had killed his father and his mother. The memory of how Vader struck Obi-Wan down too flashed. The way his aunt and uncle’s bodies were burnt. The stench of their seared flesh. This one man had been responsible for taking so much from Luke. And it was all Luke could think about.

“With our combined strength, we could end this destructive conflict,” Was it Luke’s imagination, or was there a hint of tiredness to Vader’s mechanical voice, “And bring order back to this galaxy.”

Luke clutched the anti-grav spire and spat, “I will never join you!”

Vader clutched his fist and those jet black eyes of his mask stared deep into Luke’s as he said, “If only you knew the power of the Dark side. Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father.”

Luke hooked his only remaining hand around a pole as he turned to face Vader again. “He told me enough,” the young man said as he swung down and onto a thin pipe. “He told me you killed him. And then you killed my mother.”

There was only the wind in the air as Vader drew back, staggered by Luke’s words. Finally, shaken not by a blow from Luke’s lightsaber, but rather his words. Vader straightened his back and then gripped the railing of the catwalk as he leaned forward, shaking. Was it rage he was shaking with?

“No,” Vader said, his voice strangely somber, “I am your father.”

Luke looked up at the other man – his father – with horror. He shook his head in quiet denial. But despite everything he knew it to be true. It explained so much of Vader’s actions towards him.

“And yes. I did kill your mother,” the man’s voice was broken with more static as his shoulders began to shake. Was he crying? “I killed her just as I killed Obi-Wan.” He turned his saber off and clipped it onto his belt. Darth Vader – no, Luke realized, Anakin Skywalker, turned his back on Luke. “The guilt of that deed flows through me daily. It weighs upon my back like a boulder. I thought I could do better with you, my son.”

Then Anakin turned back toward Luke, and he was once more Darth Vader. He clenched his fist again, and said to his son, “That is why I want you to join forces with me. Together we can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. He is afraid of this. Join me, so we can rule the galaxy together as father and son.” Vader extended his open hand to his child again. “Come with me. It is the only way.”

Luke looked between his father’s out stretched hand and the yawning pit below. He shook his head. He let go of the anti-grav spire and fell backwards, down that impossibly long shaft.

“No!” Anakin cried out in that shuddering, static voice that was somehow filled with tears, his hand reaching for his son. But it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as Luke fell into the darkness below.

what if instead of being under the impression that Darth Vader killed his father someone told Luke that Vader killed his mother and then Luke hit him w that accusation in the middle of their confrontation and Vader just started crying