#and obi trying to hide that secret at the same time he's trying to keep shirayuki from remembering

[peterparkersnose]

Caught

pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Amadala!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: nudity, embarrassment, fluff at the beginning, sexual references, age gap sort of referenced

a/n first obi wan fic. i hope i didnt make padme too mean, it wasnt my intention. i havent watched the prequels in over a month and i tend to forget character aspects sometimes. also this takes place at the castle anakin and padme got married in (and the only place where i will ever get married Villa del Balbianello if your interested)

summary Padme’s prized younger sister Y/N gets caught after a night with Obi Wan.

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“Why couldn’t we had just sent a droid?” Anakin whined, following Padmé.

“It’s better to communicate through words. More respectful. I’m sure Master Obi Wan won’t mind.” Padmé said confidently. Her dress swayed perfectly behind her and her heels clicked as Anakin sulked following her down the hallway.

“But he’s the late one!”

“Yes, but I’m sure he just over slept. Come on,” Padmé said, trying to calm down Anakin. Obi Wan rarely messed up, and when he did Anakin did not deal with it lightly.

The two reached Obi Wan’s door to his quarters. Just as Padmé was about to raise her hand to knock on the door, Anakin grabbed her wrist softly.

“Wait. Listen,” he whispered. The silence stung their ears as Padmé tried to listen to what Anakin was saying.

“Or shall I pin it here?” Obi Wan asked, picking up a side of his sheet and pretending to pin it over your shoulder.

Your giggle rung through the room and bounced off the wall. You stood at his private balcony, covered only in his sheer tan bed sheet.

“I liked the strapless better,” you said sweetly, tucking the sheet under your arm once again. “Such a fashionista,” Obi Wan smiled, gazing out over the rural mountain. “Who taught you that word?” you asked, turning to walk towards him.

As you took a step, you tripped over the sheet and the dress began to unravel. Your skin became exposed to the bright morning sun. Nothing to hide around Obi Wan, it’s not like he hadn’t seen it before.

“No! Not my beautiful work,” Obi Wan sighed jokingly, lazily helping you bunch up the sheet on his knees. You grabbed his scruffy chin with your fingers, grabbing his attention to your face.

Your eyes seemed to entwine. His expression turned soft, leaving his eyes wanting for your lips. Bending down and keeping your hand on his chin, you softly kissed him.

Then the knock came on the door.

“Who’s that?” you panicked, freezing in your position.

Obi Wan was a Jedi. He wasn’t supposed to be with anyone according to Jedi law. The relationship you two had was kept a secret. Sometimes you liked it. Something the two of you shared and nobody else knew. It was special. Other times it drove you nuts. You wanted a ring on your finger more than anything. You would always ask “Well Anakin and Padmé…” but he would always come up with an excuse. “We can’t be as irresponsible as the two of them,”

“Calm down, my love. Breakfast,” he sighed, waving his hand. The big wooden door flew open. You expected a droid carrying a tray of food.

Instead you were met by the horrified faces of your sister and brother in law.

You shouted, ripping the sheets from Obi Wan’s hands and covering your exposed breasts and rolling back on your hips, covering yourself as much as possible. It wouldn’t help, the cat was already out of the bag.

Padmé was going to kill you. She had always been protective of you ever since you were little. She was older than you by a few years. She was the Queen, and you listened to her. Seeing her sister naked on the floor with one of the men she most respected was most definitely going to set her off. She was not about to let you make the same mistakes she did.

“Y/N…?” Padmé asked, her hand now covering her agape mouth. “It’s not what it looks like,” Obi Wan said, raising his hands in a defensive pose.

Padmé had never seen you like this before. She had expected you to keep your purity until marriage and marry for political reasons. Not to be tangled up with a Jedi. She had just caught her younger sister after very obviously hooking up with someone. And not just someone, that someone was Obi Wan. Your stomach felt like knots just waiting for her reaction.

“Mé’, what are you doing here?” you gritted through your teeth. “I could ask the same for you!” she yelled. “Get dressed.”

Tears began to well in your eyes. “Y/N,” Obi Wan sighed, reaching for your hand. You flung his hand, rejecting his request.

“Where is my dress?” you asked, shoveling through the other blankets on the bed. “I-I believe we left it by the pool last night, my dear.” Obi Wan answered.

You looked up back to Padme. She was standing with her hand on her brow, hips cocked against the door frame. Anakin was standing now farther back in the hallway, but you could still see his cheeky smile. “The pool?” she asked angrily. You were about to answer but then she raised her hand. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

“I do,” Anakin whispered from the back. She promptly elbowed him in the ribcage, he let out a small oof. 

Your heart sank at the sight. You had disappointed the one person you wanted to make proud.

“Here,” Obi Wan said, gathering your green long sleeved dress from his drawer. “How long has this been going on?” Padmé exclaimed, shocked that he had a stash of your clothes in his room.

“Uhm…”

“Since the wedding?” Obi Wan asked you. “Around there, yeah.” you agreed.

Padmé’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “My wedding was over six months ago!”

“Sorry,” you muttered, raising the straps on your dress.

“So does this mean there’s no training today?” Anakin asked, piping up behind Padmé’s shoulders. Obi Wan shot him a death glare. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of this.

“Let’s go,” Padmé said, grabbing the back of your arm and guiding you quickly out of the room.

“Dude,” Anakin said, smirking at Obi Wan. “Leave.” he sighed, holding his hand up and flicking his wrist. “Are we going to be brother in laws?” he asked, hanging on the doorframe.

Padmé was expecting him to follow and they were getting a little too far away. Anakin struggled remembering all the hallways in this big castle.

Obi Wan sighed. He rubbed his brow with the back of his hand. “If Padmé doesn’t kill me, then just maybe.”

Anakin smirked at Obi Wan.

“Don’t tell her I said that!” he yelled after Anakin.

“No promises!” Anakin yelled from the hallway.

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[queserasora]

IZOU X FEM READER / NSFW WC: 3.9k CW: soft dom!izou, sub!reader, mouth fucking, izou puts lipstick on you and then ruins the look, he also drops the lipstick at one point so oops, hopefully it isn’t expensive. *washes hands* A SUMMARY: You and Izou have always danced around the unspoken sexual attraction between the two of you. Now that you have him in your room, with a little confidence, you try to cross the line between friendship and more.

PART TWO

Izou floods your senses the moment he walks into your bedroom. The heady scent of his cologne; seductive, and simultaneously ambiguous. Its detailed description eluded you every time, the same way the meaning behind his smiles and lingering looks did. You could never make heads or tails of what Izo meant to you; of what you meant to him. The uncertainty of the ‘something’ that was shared between you would haunt you even in your sleep. You’d wake up from dreams you couldn’t remember, with your heart in your throat and the taste of doom in the back of your mouth. 

You feel that acrid taste on your tongue even now, as you observe him touch your belongings. His tapered fingers lightly tap the cosmetics you left littered on your vanity. It felt strangely intimate to watch him pick them up, one by one, his hawkish gaze inspecting every item with intense curiosity. The sharpness of his jaw, and the tapered end of his nose, his long straight lashes–it all was so beautiful you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Izou’s curiosity finally settles on one of your lipsticks. He picks it up and uncaps it, slowly turning the mechanism at the bottom to reveal the treasure hiding inside the tube. It’s a vivid rouge red, brand new. You hadn’t used it yet. You were saving it for a special occasion; but as with things left on your court to do–the initiative was never there. Cowardice makes your tongue feel heavy, so your next words tumble out clumsily: 

“Do you like it?” He turns his face slightly to observe you, a thin well groomed eyebrow rising with his unspoken questions. They were always there. You could sense them hanging off the planes of his face, the knuckles of his beautiful fingers. There were always questions you felt he wanted to ask, answers he sought but neither you or him ever addressed the elephant in the room.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

“It’s pretty,” he finally answers. Izou swallows, and you watch his Adam's apple bob up and down. You take in a sharp breath as the desire to press your lips against his neck clouds your thoughts. The long shape of his neck is elegant, and his broad shoulders look muscular even under his loose yukata. The silhouette was a refined tease. It showed just enough to whet your appetite but the hidden secrets underneath its silkiness was a temptation you wished to know more of.

“You can try it on if you want,” you push on. Today Izou has agreed to help you get ready for the local summer festival. You were unsure how to wear your yukata, how to put up your hair or do your makeup. It was your first time, but everyone’s excitement about it infected you. Izou so kindly offering to help you only served to motivate you more. You fiddle nervously with the waist strap keeping your obi in place, trying not to pay too much attention to how Izou applied the lipstick on his lips.

It is a failed effort. Your dark eyes are honed in on the creamy slipstick; how it covers his bottom lip in color. He traces his top lip, the contrast between the red and the fairness of his skin makes his cupid bow all the more evident. He was a talking, walking piece of art. You had thought so even before. The cruel reminder makes you feel inadequate to be in his presence but when he turns to you with a small smile you feel it flitter away into nothingness.

The warmth of his playful grin soothes your ruffled feathers.

“Your turn,” he declares, and before you can decline him, he reaches out with a free hand to clasp your chin between thumb and index finger. “Open your mouth.” You stare up at him, heart hammering away between your ribs. There’s a darkness in his eyes you can’t look away from; and you fall into the abyss. He lets go of your chin only to press his thumb against the soft flesh of your bottom lip. “I said open.” He presses down with some force and your lips part as you breathe in a sharp gasp. His lips stretch into a cheshire grin. His dark eyes shimmer even in the dim lighting of the room. “That’s a good girl. It’s easier if you just listen to me.”

You nod subtly, afraid to move too much and damage his work. Izou drags the lipstick across your bottom lip. You watch him with his eyes downcast, his black eyelashes look so beautiful against his pale cheeks, you wish you could touch them. You both envied and desired his beauty. In more ways than one. He uses his knuckles under your chin to make you look higher up. 

“Look up, darling,” he says sweetly, carefully painting your top lip. “The shape of your mouth is so pretty. You should wear color on it more often.” Gently, he holds your chin to tilt your face from side to side. There’s a small frown settling between his brows as he purses his lips. Silent laughter shakes his shoulder. “Although it’s a shame it’s so small. No wonder you eat in such small bites.”

His smile turns crooked, and heavy. You feel his gaze on your lips, and your mouth runs dry. There it was again–that certain something that was never addressed. You had always toyed with crossing the line, with taking his bait but always feared having interpreted it all wrong.

But now he was in your room, and surely, this was flirting, wasn’t it? You lick your lips nervously, tasting the chemicals of the lipstick immediately on your tongue. Izou sucks his teeth noisily. You know he’s about to chastise you, perhaps apply more lipstick now that you’ve partially ruined his careful work. You know this and yet you can’t keep the heat away. You can’t stop from insane thoughts taking away your common sense. What if you crossed the line now? What if he crossed it with you?

“It’s small,” you tell him at last, reaching out for his wrist. He is still holding your chin in one hand, the lipstick in the other. You curl your fingers around his cold skin. “But there’s a lot I can do with it.”

Izou seems to be frozen. At least that’s the impression you get. You know he isn’t from the way his lashes flutter when he blinks, how his chest now rises a little bit quicker. 

“Is that so?” he replies slowly, his thumb now drawing circles on the corner of your mouth. “As usual, you think very highly of yourself. It truly is so little,” he insists, squishing your face with his hand. Your cheeks push against each other, and your lips purse with his strength. It is uncomfortable to be in this hold like this, especially as he brings you a little bit closer to his face. You falter in your position, getting on your tippy-toes to keep from falling over. “What’s the best you can do?”

Your heart threatens to explode on you. You feel a painful surge of adrenaline taking over your chest before it turns into searing heat. It traverses through your veins, filling your extremities with tingling pleasure. You pull at  his wrist, and he releases your face. Slowly, you lower yourself as best as you can in your yukata, until you are kneeling on the ground in front of him.

“I-i can show you,” you stammer quietly, your own voice barely registering in your ears. Izou looks down at you, some of his ebony hair softly framing his face. Your lungs feel empty, so you take a deep breath; noisy and desperate. Izou tilts his head as he watches you. “If there’s anything you don’t like,” you turn your gaze away from him, as a flush takes over your face. It feels hot, and your eyes fill up with tears. You’re so embarrassed at yourself but now that you have taken it this far, it would be a shame to give up halfway. “You can always instruct me. I do well with guidance.”

There’s a moment of silence. It’s probably shorter than it feels, but it makes you think it’s eternal. You clutch your hands into fists, so tightly it becomes painful as your clipped nails start biting into your skin. You clutch them even tighter when Izou laughs. You look up sharply, eyes narrowed, and filled with unshed tears. The shame slowly turns to anger, and you begin to retract everything spoken until Izo reaches down with one hand, still standing before you.

His fingers ghost over your cheeks, cold and fleeting. His icy touch soothes the heat of your cheeks.

“You’re so sweet,” he says gently. His voice is melodic, and soft. “Do you promise?” he asks as he brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. You nod once. Izo taps your nose with one finger. “Good. Well?” He asks you next. You look up at him perplexed. He tilts his head again, his brows knitted together in anticipation.

You blink up at him, unsure of what he was expecting of you. He looks down at himself, where his crotch would be under the clothing, and your mouth parts in acknowledgement. 

“R-right,” you stammer again, and reach out with trembling hands. You barely touch the fabric in front of him before Izou is sucking on his teeth again.

“Aht aht,” he chides, with a small shake of his head. “No, my darling. You can’t use your hands.” You look up at him, at a loss for words. He smiles down at you encouragingly. “You’ll only be using your mouth today. Do you think you can do that for me?” You nod again, and bring down your hands. You shuffle on the floor slightly, your knees painful against the hard floor. You know there will be bruises on them later, but it would all be worth it for as long as you can keep up your bravado.

The closer you move your face towards Izou’s crotch, the harder your breathing gets. You can hear yourself panting, feel the moisture of your own breath bouncing back against your face. You inhale the scent of his yukata, and detect his unique scent, mixed with soap. You hum lightly as you press your face deeper.

“Let me help you,” Izou declares. His voice is lower than before, and you can detect a slight tone of impatience. His hand is still gentle when he cups the back of your head. “It seems you’re having a hard time finding me.” He chuckles lightly, when you yelp as his hips jut out towards you. Somewhere pressed against your cheek is a softness that begins to harden. You hungrily turn your mouth towards it. You kiss him through the cloth, feeling him harden slightly. “Don’t worry about the lipstick,” he tells you, noticing how you seem to hesitate on adding pressure. “I don’t mind being dirty.”

Desire sits perilously at the pit of your stomach. You consider pushing it off the cliff, along with the rules of your arrangement–anything if it meant you could hold the weight of his cock in your hands. The fear of him walking away, and losing any and all opportunities to get closer to him was far greater than your perverse fantasy. You use your nose to push your way inside between the fabrics. You gasp at the sight of his exposed cock, half hard as it decides which way to lay. His balls look heavy already as they hang from his frame between his legs.

He must have heard your shock because he laughs even as he pushes on your head again, egging you on.

“Aren’t you lucky?” his voice finds its way to you, even with your blood pounding in your ears. “I’m not wearing any underwear today.” Izou side steps, giving you more space between his legs. You angle yourself enough to drop a kiss on the inside of each thigh; a red lip mark left behind each time. There’s a faint scent of sweat that isn’t entirely unpleasant as you drag your tongue along his shaft. You bring it back down to toy with his balls. It quickly gets messy as you slurp him into your mouth, his soft grunts encouraging you even more. “Don’t tease me, beloved,” he hisses, his hand still on the back of your head. You hear something small drop to the floor, as his other hand joins you. “Put them in your mouth already.” You open your mouth and ever so slowly scoop his sack into your mouth. “Nngh,” he grunts. You feel him stiffen slightly as you close your mouth slightly around him. “Yes, now suck. Hurry.”

Izou’s head snaps  back when you actually listen to him, when you finally give him the pleasure he wanted. The more you curl your tongue around his balls, the more his hips move, the more he just wants to hammer into that pretty little mouth of yours and ruin you forever. The idea of your lipstick smearing around your mouth and all over his cock is making him even hornier. He grabs your hair and pulls away suddenly.

“Move,” he orders you and you look up at him in a daze. Already your lipstick is smudged in one corner. Your cheeks are bright, and there is a hazy shine to your eyes that fill the pit of his stomach with heat. You had just started, and you were already halfway gone. He chuckles softly, and brushes the back of his fingers against one of your cheeks. “Move over there,” he points at the bed. “Stay on the floor. Your back against it.”

You follow his instructions without a single word of disagreement. You scoot back until your back is against the mattress, leaving you nowhere to retreat. Izou lowers himself in front of you until he’s standing on his knees. Your heart runs faster as he pushes fabric aside to grab his own cock. His large hand pumps up and down, using his thumb to catch the bead of precum sitting at the tip.

“Open,” Izou commands as he moves his hand towards your mouth. You listen, of course. Izou pushes his thumb inside your mouth, and drags the precum across your tongue, and against the inside of one of your cheeks. “Now suck. Make sure you don’t miss a drop.” You suck on his thumb as if you had been starved for days. Moaning even as you curl your tongue around his digit. Izou watches you with parted lips, his own breathing becoming heavier as he watches you. “Look at you,” he whispers, his free hand around your throat. “I always knew you and I were the same.”

He pulls out his thumb from your mouth, and cups your cheek. He leans down to brush his nose against yours. His hand is surprisingly rough against your skin, as he brushes the side of your face with his palm. His breath smells sweet as he speaks against your mouth.

“So full of dirty desires, aren’t you?”

He kisses you next, forceful with closed lips at first. It isn’t long before his gentleness gives away. It splinters off as his tongue pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss, your hands pressed against the floor. It’s sloppy, messy, wet and imprecise. It lacked all the elegance and refinement with which Izou usually carried himself. When he pulls away, you feel the coolness of the air on your drool covered chin. 

“I want you to open your mouth again,” he tells you, his cock once again in his hand. You swallow as you look at it, and take in its girth. Perhaps you had overestimated yourself. You curl. your fingers into fists and press them against the cold ground. As your mouth parts, Izou adjusts himself on his standing kneeling position, moving closer towards you. He taps your bottom lip with the tip of his cock. “Come on, darling. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

You open your mouth as wide as it goes, and flatten your tongue. Izou slides into your mouth slowly. You focus on breathing through your nose as you feel him fill  up your mouth. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groans, pushing his hands on the mattress on either side of your head. Izou snaps his hips slowly at first, making sure not to push too deep or too fast. You watch his face carefully, deeply focusing on breathing through your nose and not gagging as he fucks your mouth. Your head bounces slightly against the  mattress with every thrust he gives into your mouth. It pushes you against him, helping him inadvertently reach deeper into your mouth each time. His lashes flutter slightly every time he pushes into your mouth. There’s a slight wrinkle of his noise every now and again you can’t decipher the reason behind until he speaks. “Careful,” he hisses with a curl of his lip. Your heart seizes with temporary fear. “Your teeth.” He pulls out of your mouth, and you wipe the drool of your mouth with the back of your hand. Red smears against your cheek and against your arm as you do so. Izo smiles.  “Curl your lips, and relax. You have to relax, love.”

You nod repeatedly, feeling at the moment as if that was all you were good at. Izou taps his cock against your mouth again, and  you open your mouth, taking his instructions and applying them. Izou seems satisfied with your efforts this time as he picks up the pace. His hips now brutally snapping in rhythm as he shoves his cock to the back of your throat. You gag repeatedly, and your eyes water as you fight your gag reflex. You fear the worst when you taste something in the back of your throat, so you shut your eyes tightly, curling your tongue and sucking as hard as you can.

Izou cries out, and he pushes even deeper. Your eyes fly open as you swear you feel him trying to shove himself down your throat. 

“That’s it,” he breathes out harshly between pants. There’s a soft moan in the back of his throat he tries to smother. “That’s it. Look at me.” The head of his cock keeps hitting the back of your throat. There’s a burning soreness there that  you know will make it painful to talk tomorrow but you don’t care. You don’t care about your achy knees, or how tears slide down your cheeks. You don’t care that you can barely see Izou’s silhouette through your wet lashes. All you care is that he’s kneeling there, using your mouth, his fingers now buried in your hair. All you care about is that  you can hear him moaning softly, saying your name so quietly you think it’s a dream.

Although he’s fucking your mouth at a brutalizing pace, it doesn’t stop you from fantasizing. It doesn’t keep the thoughts of him pounding in your pussy just like this away. You wish he would; desperately. Your panties are soaked, and you try to rub your legs together, the sensation silky and pleasurable against your folds and inner thighs. You try to bring your hands to the front of your yukata, to feel any part of yourself–breasts or the center between your thighs but Izou grabs your hair and shakes it in his hold.

“I said no hands,” he growl, still fucking into your mouth as he frowns down at you. “Hnng. Not even to touch yourself.” His own thoughts and speech are interrupted by pleasure. He groans gently before he can proceed again. “Is that understood?” You nod and relax your jaw once again.

You moan as he continues fucking your mouth, moans that almost sound like sobbing. It’s just when you think you won’t be able to speak for days that Izou’s hips start faltering.

“I’m close,” he mutters, his hold on your hair tightening. Izou looks down at your mouth. He takes in the way he fills you up, how your mouth can barely take him in. He bets your cheeks feel sore from being stretched, that your jaw might even lock up later. There’s a perverse joy that comes with this knowledge. The same way that ring of red around the very base of his shaft brings. Just knowing he had been deep in that little mouth of yours, so deep that you have shed tears brings him closer to his orgasm. It’s not your mouth, or your smeared lipstick, your dirty cheeks stained with mascara and tears that does him in; but it’s your wet eyes, your curled lashes tapered with tears. It’s that look of reverence even as you sob on his cock that snaps the core deep in his belly. His breath is ragged, as he cries out gently when he cums inside your mouth.

You make no intention to move, and he grips your hair tightly. “Don’t swallow,” he tells you sternly even as his hips stutter. As he slowly comes with his high, he pulls out of your mouth slowly. “Don’t spit it out either.” You nod quietly, bulging cheeks and pursed lips make you seem innocent and adorable. Izou laughs. He caresses your cheek gently with one hand, his other goes to cup your chin. “Open. Show me first.”

You open your mouth, curling your tongue to hold on to his semen. He looks at it, milky white as it pools on the center of your pink tongue. Izou smiles and nods once. “You can swallow now.” He watches you push it down, and notes the wrinkle of your nose as you do so. He takes no offense to it, and instead pats your head gently. “You did such a wonderful job.” Izou kisses your forehead gently, and then your cheek. “Don’t move.”

You don’t follow with your eyes as he leaves. You’re still delirious from lust, and slightly unsatisfied. Something you could easily blame Izou for but decide to just concede this time. Besides,  your  legs were tingling as they had fallen asleep. You untuck them from under you with a small cry, and beat them gently with your fists as you try to get some blood circulating back into them again. Izou returns in the middle of your efforts with a cup of tea in his hands. “Oh dear,” he says with raised brows. His voice sounds heavy with concern. He lowers himself to your level, and presses the cup of tea against your hands. “Here, drink this first. It has plenty of honey,” he helps you bring it to your mouth. Izou watches you with a frown, and doesn’t let go until he is satisfied that you’d do as he says. As you start drinking on your own, Izou starts massaging your legs. “Let me take care of you this time.” He looks up from where he is exposing one leg from under your yukata. Despite what had transpired, you somehow find it in you to be embarrassed at the feel of his cold fingers sliding against the back of your calf. He brushes the tip of his index finger right across behind your knee. You shudder under his touch. His eyes take life, and you see the smile begin to curl itself upwards. “Since you already will be without voice come tomorrow. Why don’t I show you what my mouth can do?”

[phoenixkaptain]

Do you think Yoda saw all of his past students in Luke?

He saw that rage and unquenchable desire for a system corrupted to be changed, just like Dooku? He saw that peace and patience and desire to learn that Qui-Gon had? The same sass and empathy that Obi-Wan held? The same desire to live up to the people who came before him, just like Ahsoka?

And, of course, he saw Anakin there. In blue eyes and lopsided grin. In the affectionate touch to a droid. In the raw power, the untapped potential that could sway to the light or the dark so easily.

Do you think he saw the best and worst of them all? Do you think he looked at Luke and remembered training Dooku? Do you think he saw Luke heading in the direction of a maverick and missed Qui-Gon? Do you think he watched Luke grow and learn and all he could think about was that pure, uncorrupted kid from Tatooine? The kid who wanted to free slaves, the kid who fell in love hard and fast, the kid whose trust was hardwon, the kid who grew up into the antithesis of everything he once was?

Do you ever wonder what was going through Yoda’s mind on long nights? When Luke would get impatient and storm off, only to return a few moments later, calm and ready to try again. Do you think he held onto that fear, the fear that stuck with him for so long, that yet another member of his lineage would die before their time or turn to the Dark Side or just leave entirely?

Do you ever think of Yoda trying to hide things from Luke, only to get tired of it? He told Luke about his sister. The one secret that would have died with him. Artoo can’t tell anybody. Everyone else who knows - Padme, Bail, Obi-Wan - is dead. They could have just left him in the dark. They could have taken that secret and not let it potentially sway Luke’s emotions one way or the other.

That was the plan, wasn’t it? Obi-Wan is surprised when he finds out that Yoda told Luke. The plan had to have been to not tell him, to never tell him, to never risk Luke forming an unhealthy attachment to his sister that would lead him down the path of the Dark Side. That would never start Leia on the path of becoming a Jedi, meaning she would never even be at risk.

But, Yoda was dying. He was dying and he had so long to think of all the things he should have done differently. He was dying and he looked up at Luke, who they were putting the weight of the world on. They were telling Luke that the future of the galaxy was entirely on his shoulders. The sale of absolutely everyone was on him and him alone. They told him he was the last Jedi.

So Yoda must have looked up and seen that pressure. That loneliness. The Jedi of old had large communities. They lived and breathed and grew with each other. They never felt alone, because they always had someone to turn to, someone to talk to, someone they trusted to keep their head above water.

And here they were, leaving Luke alone. Telling him to rebuild the Jedi Order. Telling him to kill his own father. Telling him to kill the Emperor, but not out of anger or hatred or guilt.

Yoda figured out that this would just make it all happen again. Dooku turned because he didn’t trust the Jedi Order and he felt alone. Anakin turned because he didn’t trust the Jedi Order and he felt alone. If Luke was sent to face off against two of the most powerful Force-users, both of whom are Sith, then he would only lose faith in Yoda and Obi-Wan, and he would feel all alone, and he would turn to the Dark Side.

I think Yoda told Luke about Leia out of a desire to give Luke that support system. The Jedi all had bonds with each other, with their teachers and students, but even without bonds, they were still functionally telepaths. They were empaths. They needed a strong support system to be there when the weight got too much to bear. When the darkness of the galaxy weighed on them, when the failures of the past haunted them, when they felt so lost and confused and empty, they had each other. And that’s what Yoda was giving Luke.

He was trying to say, “Even without your father, you won’t be alone. Even without me or Obi-Wan, you won’t be alone. You’ll always have another person, a person who can and has built you up and kept your head above water. A person who you’ve done the same for. You support each other, you’ve supported each other for years now, and you will always continue to support each other.”

Luke and Leia aren’t “attached” to each other. They’re each others’ safety net. They need each other, but not out of attachment. They need each other as everyone needs someone or something to remind them of all the good things in the world when things get rough. They remind each other that they need to fight, to live on. They remind each other that the galaxy is good at its core, filled with good people who just need some help.

They remind each other that they aren’t alone. They trust each other. They don’t need the power of the Dark Side.

And that’s why it’s so important to remember that Yoda told Luke there was another Skywalker. Yoda, who has been against attachment since the beginning, is the one who risks Luke getting attached. It’s important because this is a major character moment for Yoda!

He sees them. All of them. Dooku felt alone and left them behind to try and feel power to feel safe. Qui-Gon died alone, with only Obi-Wan there to help him, far away from the Jedi. Obi-Wan died alone. Anakin felt alone and abandoned and wanted power to feel safe. Ahsoka felt alone and abandoned and left the Order, because she no longer trusted them. They all lost it, that safety net, those people who were always around them to keep them above water, that support system that reminded them that they weren’t alone and they would never be abandoned and —

Don’t you think Yoda blames himself?

His own Padawan felt like he had no choice but to leave. Obi-Wan feared attachment out of fear of being cast aside, of being abandoned. Anakin fought that desire for attachment, that desire for someone to be there when he fell, and he when he finally got even a hint of it, he hid it out of fear of it being taken away and him being abandoned for having needed it in the first place.

Of course Yoda blames himself. He outlived all of them. He’s far older than them. And his own fear of his loss overpowering him, the fear that watching everyone he loves die over and over again beause of how much longer he’ll live than any of them, is what kept his Lineage from having those safety nets in place. Those support beams.

He looks at Luke and he sees that rage that Dooku had, that eagerness to learn that Qui-Gon had, that empathy that Obi-Wan had, that innocent desire to help that Ahsoka had—

And he sees that little boy from Tatooine. The one who grew up into a monster. The one who grew distorted and disfigured and who hated them all and tore them all down. That possibility lives within Luke to. The overwhelming weight of responsibility put on one person’s shoulders, the same weight that Palpatine used to manipulate Anakin into believing that none of the Jedi could ever help or understand him.

Yoda tells Luke about Leia. He isn’t specific, he doesn’t name a name, but he knows he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t want Luke to feel lost and abandoned and alone. He wants Luke to feel strong. He gives Luke that support beam. That attachment that could so quickly overwhelm him or become unhealthy. He gives Luke this because Luke trusts him, and he doesn’t want Luke to feel like he can’t trust him.

He doesn’t want any Jedi to feel alone. He doesn’t want to see them fall to the same things the Jedi in the past did.

But most importantly, Yoda cared for the Jedi. All of them, and especially his own students. He feels their loss, even lightyears away. He wouldn’t have felt the loss of life if he didn’t care for them, not from such a far distance. And he wouldn’t have been as affected by it if he didn’t care about them. He cared about the Jedi, about his students and his Lineage and even about the little runt that Qui-Gon brought back from Tatooine.

He cares about Luke. He has so much faith in Luke. He doesn’t want Luke to die like the others. He doesn’t want Luke to die alone and feeling abandoned.

Yoda gave Luke that attachment. Because he didn’t want Luke to drown under the weight of everything they were expecting of him.

[jedi-enthusiast]

For the fanfic ask game: 💖 👀 🥺 🤲 🥰 (sorry I know that's a lot LOL feel free to pick and choose!)

The ask game <3

Oh no don’t apologize! I love people asking a bunch of questions because I love rambling about my fics!

💖- What made you start writing?

I have two answers for this question, since I actually stopped writing a while ago and then got back into it.

I first started writing in general because I was primarily a Wattpad user (I had no idea Ao3 existed, but give me a break I was like 13) and I was reading fan fiction for a manga/anime series called Kuroshitsuji or Black Butler and I just wanted a heroine reader like me.

Most of the "readers" or "ocs" in those fics didn't really stand up for themselves and often let the guy characters walk all over them--or they would be referred to as "badass" but were never really given a chance to be badass. And, at the time, they were also mostly blonde haired/blue eyed.

So I started writing because I wanted a heroine reader that stood up for herself and didn't take anyone's shit and was actually badass on paper--and who had brown hair and eyes like me. I actually still have the full outline of the fic I was working on, and a draft of the prologue, and here are two commissions I bought for my oc:

I did eventually stop writing for a while, though, because I was just tired of writing and rewriting and rewriting (the outline and draft I have currently is my 3rd rewrite of the entire thing, 4th if you count the other completely different version of it--I get very nitpicky with my fics sometimes).

What got me back into writing was actually you. I started reading "Shoulder the Sky" and I saw how much work you had put in and how passionate you were about your fic and I just...got inspired. I already had an outline for The Great War sitting in my Google Docs (from back when I first got into Star Wars) and I basically decided "fuck it, if they can do then so can I, I'm gonna start writing again" and I did, and now I have two fics ongoing and several in the works that I can't wait to get to.

👀- Tell me about an up and coming WIP!

Ok, one of my WIPs that I'm working on (that I hope to start writing soon, once I finish the outline) is a Modern!AU called "Deeper Roots."

Basically Cody and Obi-Wan are high school sweethearts who have had a long-distance relationship for over a decade now, since Obi-Wan had to move away from their town when he got custody of his siblings (Anakin, Ahsoka, and Reva) from their father (Qui-Gon) due to family issues.

Well, Obi-Wan and Cody decide that he should move back to town since Anakin will be starting college soon (he's 21, but took a gap year and then waited since he had an accident that took his arm) and the college of his choice is nearby + Ahsoka wants to go to that same college + they all miss Cody a lot and want to see him more.

Only one problem. Cody hasn't come out to his family and they have no idea he's dating someone, let alone that he has a boyfriend and that he's--for all intents and purposes--technically a father of three. They all try to keep things a secret from his family still, but things obviously get a whole lot more complicated once the two sides of Cody's life start to intermingle.

(also, I think Reva should be incorporated into their family in Modern!AU fics more often, I think she'd make a great youngest child)

🥺- Is there a certain moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Ok, slight spoilers for BCC, but one interaction that always makes me emotional when I start to think about it is this one line that I have planned for the end of BCC.

Basically Obi-Wan and Cody are hiding away in a storage room after a hard battle and Obi-Wan says something about "not wanting to be High General Kenobi."

So Cody says that they don't have to be Commander and General. That, when it's just them, "they can just be Obi-Wan and Cody."

👐- Would you please share a snippet of a WIP?

Nothing else is really written yet, so here's a snippet of the next chapter of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover:

The Force sparked restlessly under Obi-Wan’s skin as he stared at the empty holomap in front of him, eyes searching it for the readouts of a battle that hadn’t happened yet—or, rather, was happening, but just out of reach. He could look away. Attempt to meditate, or finish last mission’s report, or do something more productive with his time, but the near-blinding blue light of the blank screen had already seared itself into his mind and he knew that, even if he walked away, it would follow him. 

So he stayed. 

Staring. 

He hesitantly reached out along his and Anakin’s Force Bond, gently pushing forward the memory of Crys announcing they were only fifteen minutes out and an impression of– you? Them? Safe? 

Part of him didn’t expect Anakin to respond, and another part of him dreaded that very fact, but—as always—Anakin was full of surprises. He was quickly hit with a twin pair of waves, harsh impressions of impatience and frustration that burned the back of his throat, and their corresponding memories—one of the 501st’s Star Cruisers disappearing in a flash of fire and smoke, a supply ship they were escorting quickly succumbing to the same fate, Anakin’s admiral informing him that they couldn’t hold out much longer. 

The taste of ash felt thick and heavy on his tongue, and it took him a moment to recover from the sheer intensity of it all—although he was careful to keep his expression devoid of any emotion. Anakin was strong in the Force, but that meant he often forgot to take into consideration how his power might affect those around him. Obi-Wan was used to it, however, so he was able to disperse the effects quickly enough, and the emotions that followed were all his own. 

🥰- How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

*cough* ahem.

I love getting questions about my fic and I love getting comments and people talking about it--all of it just makes me so happy! I love my fic and I love to see people loving it too!

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i think Sabé really wanted Miramir to married Luke but she falls for Dathan

Hello dearest anon! I think you're right and I'll take this chance to expand upon the Miramir as Sabé's daughter ask and the Dathan Kenobi ask :

First, I think Miramir would be older than the twins. Perhaps not by much, but Sabé would feel a strengthened sense of responsibility after Padmé's becoming a mother—and her handmaidens were the only ones aside from Anakin to know of her pregnancy, since they also helped her hide it—and a protectiveness that would extend to the twins, so I don't imagine she'd willingly have children of her own after that.

Now let me try to do some math that no one asked for. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze had the chance rekindle their old flame in 21 BBY, which could be the time of conception for Dathan. Luke and Leia are born in 19 BBY. Miramir however would have to be born before the assassination attempt on Padmé's life on 22 BBY, before perhaps the Separatist Crisis that started in 24 BBY and which would heighten both Padmé's preoccupations and her handmaiden's duties—because again, I can't imagine Sabé making a "selfish" choice such as motherhood in such dangerous times, and before those events, Padmé might even encourage and support her to make it. To be safe, I'd place Miramir's birthday in 25 BBY, in the transitional time between Padmé stepping down as Naboo's queen and becoming a senator.

Canonically, Satine died in 19 BBY. If Obi-Wan knew of her pregnancy and the birth of his son, he'd try to save the latter from Bo Katan and the rest of Satine's (and his) enemies. If we add to the fact that he likely knew/suspected of Padmé and Anakin's relationship, we have a very positive scenario in which he trusts both of them enough with his secret, they trust him in turn, Anakin voices his worries about Padmé's possible death at childbirth and Obi-Wan helps assuage them enough that he doesn't fall to the Dark Side and the twins are raised together with Dathan by the strong trio. A nice, happy family, right?

Well, perhaps not. It's same to assume that since the handmaidens were the ones helping Padmé hide her pregnancy, they would also help her juggle motherhood and politics—since Padmé would undoubtedly keep fighting against the Empire. And while they couldn't say anything about the twins, Dathan was not strictly her responsibility, and why deprive him of a chance to be raised with more stability? So, in a spin complimenting canon, Dathan could be fostered by Bail and Breha Organa—and I think Obi-Wan would agree to it, if he didn't suggest it himself. (Though I also think he wouldn't resist the urge to tell his son the truth eventually, so adult Dathan would know he was a Kenobi).

Dathan Organa (Kenobi) and Luke & Leia Amidala(-Skywalker) would grow up as playmates and close friends, being close in age and understanding the struggle of having loving but politically involved parents (and hidden Jedi Master fathers). But Miramir would be 6-4 years older than them, an age gap negligible in adult relationships but quite the obstacle in childhood ones. Sabé would likely project her own role into her daughter, drilling into Miramir the duty to cherish and protect the twins. But in trying to paint Luke as the perfect boy, the real Luke, a clueless toddler in Miramir's eyes would clash horribly with that, and teen Miramir especially would rebel against that idea of her mother. (She might even become a little resentful of the twins for monopolizing her mother's attention—the drama!) In this scenario, falling for Dathan would occur in their twenties, perhaps when Miramir is sent to be his bodyguard before the destruction of Alderaan. (0 BBY: Miramir 25 yo, Dathan 21 yo and the twins 19 yo).

In a less positive scenario, where both Satine and Padmé die, Sabé would likely not know that Luke was Padmé's son and where he would be. However, if Luke was the one taken in by the Organas and she did know, she might leave 6-year-old Miramir in Alderaan to be trained as his bodyguard and grow up alongside him—and I imagine she'd do the same if it was Leia, too. Meanwhile, Bo Katan might've taken Dathan and raised him as a warrior if only to spite her pacifist sister (or bc of a hidden streak of familial love between them). And whether Miramir would remain loyal to the Organas, following the will of her mother, or betray them for the Empire to spite her, or even go rogue and try to find herself, she would meet Dathan when they'd be older.

Either way, I don't think Miramir would fall for Luke because of what he'd represent to her—someone held up by her mother, to protect and idolise. Either she'd idolise him platonically and focus on her own function as the protector, or rebel against the idea entirely.

(Side note: the same applies to Leia x Miramir. The analogy with Sabé x Padmé is very direct and admittedly quite appealing shipping-wise, but I would like for Miramir to be her own person, and a romance with Dathan would be more conductive to that).

[heaven-s-black-box]

A Glimpse of What If... chpt.2

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Description: What if Padme didn't die after giving birth? As far as the universe is concerned Padme Amidala died and never gave birth to the child she kept secret. Unbeknownst to them, however, she she was given a small place out in the wilderness of Alderaan to raise her children with the help of Obi-Wan. When the rebellion starts, she is unable to sit back and watch as the galaxy goes to war with her husband and the man that took him from her. These are nothing more that glimpses into what could have been.

Notes: N/a

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Word count: 447

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The rebellion looked small on the datapad, but here with Bail it looked even smaller. A single command ship and four fighters was all this sector had, five ships on paper seemed a lot grander than when they were being dwarfed by a corvette of all ships. Padme frowned.

“Is something wrong?” Bail asked, turning from one of his commanders.

“This is a death sentence, there must be some other way to get those supplies.”

“Unfortunately the senate has waived our request and there’s no other legitimate channels. Without this fuel, four rebel cells will be left dead in the dust, we have no other choice. We have the element of surprise, it’s certainly one of the more favorable missions we’ve had recently.”

While he wasn’t frowning, Bail looked no more pleased than she was.

“How are the twins?” He asked, changing the subject.

Padme’s expression softened, as it always did when her children were brought up.

“Good.” The brighter look was short lived though as a darkness krept up into her eyes. “Obi-Wan wants to train them.”

Bail turned away from her, looking out the viewport with a solemn look on his face.

“You’re afraid what might happen if you say yes.”

“They want to become jedi, too many bed time stories if you ask me,” she let out a dry chuckle as Bail cracked a small smile. “I don’t want to deny them that connection to him, but at the same time… I can’t help but blame the jedi path for what happened. Or believe that allowing them to become jedi will only paint a target on their back, a target we’ve worked so hard to avoid.”

Outside the viewport, the corvette jumped away as it headed off towards its mission of fuel theft. The command ship and star fighters, however, remained to await their comrades' returns. That meant Padme and Bail would be leaving soon too.

“While what happened to Anakin,” Padme winced at the use of her husband's name, her and Obi-Wan always referred to him as him, to hear someone use it made it feel more real, “ was a tragedy and undoubtedly a result of the jedi orders flaws, but there is no longer an order. Perhaps this is a chance to amend their ways.”

His voice was calm and diplomatic, a necessity for all when talking about the order, and he made a point. If someone had just helped Anakin, if they hadn’t needed to hide their relationship, perhaps her husband would have met their children.

“A voice of reason as always.”

A small smile cracked at his lips.

“I try, someone has to keep you out of trouble.”

Padme laughed.

[antianakin]

I'm not sure I'd agree that it was always that explicit that Jedi can "heal" using the Force. Since you said you haven't seen it, the context is that Rey stabs Kylo through the abdomen with a lightsaber, so he has a big obvious injury that we as the audience can see, and then she reaches out and heals that specific injury with the Force so that he doesn't die from it. The visible injury heals in front of our eyes within seconds.

In ANH, Luke is knocked out a little, sure, but he's not that injured, so his waking up could be entirely natural. Obi-Wan places a hand on his forehead, but Luke doesn't wake up immediately, so it could just as easily be like... a scan of some sort, sussing out how injured Luke actually is as opposed to literally healing him. You can see it either way, there's just not enough clarity to claim that Obi-Wan has definitely healed him from something in this scene. There's no discussion of Force healing in the Prequels at all to my memory, let alone that all Jedi have some kind of prowess in it. The healer we see in TCW seems to primarily be using regular healing techniques rather than magical Force techniques like what Rey does in TROS. The closest you get is Yoda being put into some kind of sensory deprivation tank, but the effects of it don't seem to be something the healer herself is doing.

And in ROTS, I don't think it's accurate to say that Anakin is worried because he knows he's weak at healing. My understanding is that he's convinced by Palpatine that there's some kind of SECRET ability that the Jedi are hiding from him that can stop death, which doesn't match up with the idea that he's asking for powers that already exist, but that he's just weaker in. I think he's worried because he KNOWS that even the Jedi skills he's aware of won't necessarily be able to stop death. If the Jedi healers could stop death, I feel like he'd have been doing some very different things in response to his vision of Padme. It's the knowledge that regular means CAN'T stop death that lead to him looking for irregular means. That feels like kind-of the whole point of the storyline to me, that Anakin wants to keep death from happening at all and the Jedi just don't believe in that kind of thing and the only way to even try to manage it is with the dark side.

So the reason that the healing in TROS feels kind-of crazy is because it's NOT the kind of thing that prior Star Wars stuff had ever shown and because "Force healing" as a magical ability was not a thing Star Wars had really included before. You can make some assumptions based on the lack of clarity in Obi-Wan's scene with Luke and the existence of Jedi healers, sure, but it's not like anybody in the main 6 films or in TCW discusses anything like what we saw in TROS or even just any kind of fantastical magic healing abilities. I think Force healing is really POPULAR in things like Legends and other fantasy stories and so a lot of fans just generally enjoy that concept. And now that we're getting a lot of Legends fans writing mainstream Star Wars, we're seeing things like Force healing make its way into them, too. Someone else pointed out that Grogu ALSO uses some kind of more explicit Force healing in Mando season 1 which would've aired almost exactly the same time as TROS came out in theaters, and Filoni, like Abrams, is a big fucking Legends fan. So something that wasn't really ever explicitly in Lucas's Star Wars is now being made a VERY explicit Force ability just because a lot of fans really like the concept, regardless of whether it actually makes sense or not.

I just saw this take in a collection of Star Wars videos I was watching and just…… what even:

where do people come up with stuff like this. Also I needn’t say it but this makes me so angry

This is what happens when fans try too hard to make something "make sense" in universe rather than accepting a meta/out-of-universe explanation for it.

So sure, if the ST introduces the idea that you can "Force heal" by learning it from some sort of Jedi text, it begs the question of why we never see any of the Prequels Jedi using it. Did they know about it and simply chose not to use it? Was it restricted to Jedi HEALERS for some reason? Did they NOT know about it because it was in a really obscure text that nobody even remembered anymore? And the ST chose not to answer any of those questions, which leaves the fans to try to come up with their own answers.

And the real answer is that the people who made the ST had no fucking idea what they were doing and quite honestly don't seem to have cared much about narrative continuity much at all. There's Force healing in the ST and not in any of the others because Force healing like what we see in the ST would kind-of ruin the entire POINT of the other stories. Luke could just... save Anakin. Anakin could just save Padme. Obi-Wan could just save Qui-Gon. Then where would the story be? Force healing is unsatisfying within the narratives we've been given and ruins the entire point of the message Lucas was sending with them.

But nobody who was making the Sequels fucking cared, so. Now we have Force healing from some random Jedi texts. Cool. Whatever. People who hate the Jedi are just going to hate the Jedi, they'll find whatever reason they want to do so, regardless of what the actual films show and regardless of what Lucas says. As someone who DOES like the Jedi, my explanation for why there's suddenly Force healing that can be learned from a text is that the people making the ST were fucking stupid and nobody realized or cared that it broke a lot of the narratives from the prior two trilogies and went against the themes of those films. That's it.

[sabraeal]

Not Necessarily a Virtue

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Obiyuki AU Bingo 2021 Practical Magic AU

There hadn’t been a plan when Obi picked up the phone.

All it had taken was one rogue text-- another case assigned to his social worker, one that was enough of an emergency that it his behavioral issues seem tame in comparison. Her chair rattles when she stans, its plastic back hitting the filing cabinets with a metallic tang, but her hands tremble more.

“This will be just a minute,” she says, smile plastered tight to her face. And then she leaves him there alone, his file open on her desk, flaws left out for the world to see.

It doesn’t bothered him. There’s no point, not when he already knows: he’s trouble with a capital-T, each failed family drawing him closer and closer to being unplaceable. Some people have a face only a mother could love, but Obi-- Obi has that for his personality. Though considering how each of his six almost-moms signed him away with a sigh of relief, walking out the plate glass doors without even a glance back, maybe he has the sort of personality that makes people reconsider whether they could be a mother.

So here he is again, freshly abandoned, back in the sterile halls of social services for the seventh time without a place to call home. He’s not even twelve.

Not that these people aren’t trying to change that-- he’s not some cat left at the shelter, free to a good home. Unless Kerry or Janine or the girl at the desk he didn’t get to read the name tag of wanted to sleep on their couch, they have to find someone to take him for the night. And he knows from experience, there’s always a family that believes they can change him. A young couple who thought all problem children needed was just a little extra love. By the time Kerry came back, there’d be good news waiting, a miracle crafted by three people who didn’t want to miss the Masked Singer finale. They’d pack him into the back of a car and ship him off to a new place to fail. Because no matter how many homes they tried to make for him, it’d never change how he felt.

Obi had tried, at first. He was just a little kid, wanting to be loved, but every home he went to itched like hives in his head, a constant buzz that set his teeth on edge and made him do anything, try anything to leave. He belonged somewhere else, somewhere not here, and he knew it like he knew Kerry’s other case had overdosed on a bottle of sleeping pills in his foster mother’s cabinet-- with an inexplicable certainty.

He waits thirty seconds after she leaves before he slides off the the plastic seat she’d put him in. They love these things, oddly shaped and in primary colors that make the little kids giddy, but Obi hates them. He’s undersized, and putting him in these kiddie rooms always makes people treat him like he’s eight instead of eleven, asking him about Blue’s Clues.

But that’s not why he gets up, not entirely. There’s a buzzing in the back of his brain, a knowing, and it makes him stand, his hand straying to the glass door. He can’t see anything outside, at least not anything besides more kiddie chairs and offices, but he steps out nonetheless. He steps out and, unerringly, turns to face the girl waiting for him down the hall.

“It’s you.” Her tawny hair stresses the elastic she’s trapped it in, too thick. It’s not one of those hair ones either, but one of those thick rubber bands they use on the produce in grocery store. It hurts; he knows because it’s common sense, but also because he just...Knows. Their eyes meet, and even though he doesn’t her name, they’ve known each other forever.

His mouth is dry when he asks, “Do you know me?”

“I saw you in a dream.” She takes a step toward him, her sneakers scuffed and worn, just like his. “You’re Obi. I’m Torou.”

He doesn’t know this girl. There’s a hundred ways she could get his name; one of them is sitting on a desk behind him right now. But when she looks up at him with eyes he’s only ever seen in the mirror, he holds out his hand. “Come here.”

His heart pounds with each mincing squeak of her sneakers on the tile. She’s taking too long and she’s coming too fast; each terrible second convinces him he’s making a mistake at the same time he’s doing what he was always meant to do. By the time she slips her hand into his, he’s trembling, but it doesn’t matter because they both are and this--

This is right. And he knows exactly what to do.

It’s holding her hand that he picks up the phone. He fucks it up the first time-- he gets that gross digital buzz before he notices the sticker beneath the speaker, informing him 9 dials out-- but the second one his fingers guide him, releasing the number he has no reason to know. A number he has no reason to believe will work, that could have just come from the weird recesses of his mind but--

But he’s not surprised when a man picks up. “Who is this? Do you know what time--?”

“We’re here,” Obi says, and it shouldn’t be enough, but it is. “Come pick us up.”

A specter arrives on the front walk at noon.

Obi knows by the hush in the office. Or really the weight of it-- it’s been quiet like this since last night, since he and Torou sat down on the big bean bag couch in the waiting room, and Obi announced they wouldn’t be letting go. His case worker had crouched in front of them, that sweet smile plastered to her lips, and told him that they’d only have to be separated for a night. But he’d known-- the way he always did-- that every word was a lie. His fingers tightened in her grip, narrowing his eyes until the woman shivered, and that was that.

Kerry stayed with them, of course; she’d slept in her office, under a blanket it’s clear she’s never used and had only just discovered wasn’t comfortable no matter how many Sesame Street characters were on it. They’d been tucked under another by a younger girl with trembling hands, her eyes darting between them as she smoothed out its edges. He’d heard them through the walls this morning while the rest of the office filtered in-- government buildings like this were always cutting corners, leaving things like this paper thin, stuff that would go up like tissue in a fire.

Do you think they’re twins? one asked. Trembling hands, he guesses, since her voice does as well, like a chihuahua in a sweater. I’ve heard about this happening with twins. They look and just know.

Can’t be, we have their birth certificates, says another. Kerry, probably; she might be a liar, but she’s one of the only people in this place that has her head screwed on right, too. Two different sets of parents.

And the man they called last night? This one is stern; their manager maybe. He’s not really sure how this all works; he’s not even twelve, and he can only just know so much. Who is he?

There’s a heavy pause. I...I don’t know.

So when he arrives, dressed like an undertaker and holding an umbrella beneath the bright New Mexico sky, the whole place goes quiet. When he walks it’s stiff, like it took a hundred volts to get him up off the table and he’s only just gotten used to the idea. Obi casts a look down at Torou, at where her hand is white knuckled in his, and thinks about how he knows things, and wonders just what she might be able to do.

The man enters, umbrella folding in a single neat motion, before he says. “I am Lata Forenzo. I believe you have my...niblings.”

Niblings, Obi learns, is like siblings, only sideways.

“It was a simplification,” Lata says, his voice a deep, hesitant gravel. He casts a speculative look at the taxi driver, adjusting the gloves on his hands. “Niece and nephew is an unwieldy phrase, and time, after all, is of the essence.”

“Is it?” Torou’s eyes are wide, and for the first time since last night, her hand leaves his, gripping on to the cloth at Lata’s knee. “Is there something after us? Those bugs, they’re not--”

“No.” Obi’s known his uncle for barely more than a half hour, but he knows he isn’t a tactile person. Even still, Lata looks down at Torou, his not-gold eyes somehow softer, and puts two fingers over the bones at the back of her hand. “But it is time to bring you home.”

Home is an island. It takes the whole night to fly in, and when they land the sun is just barely scratching the sky. Even still, there’s no stopping; Lata bundles them straight into a cab, shushing them before they can make much more than a peep.

“We’ll be home soon,” he says, and the next time he wakes them, salt stings Obi’s nose, and he’s being carried over a threshold.

“Are we here?” he slurs. The house is weird-- angular, really, with a hall so narrow he could kick out a leg and stop them up like a cork. He nearly does, just to be cussed, but he catches Torou still wrapped up in her blanket, lolling on the couch, and says instead, “Can you let me down?”

Lata hesitates, fingers stiff where they wrap around his knees and shoulders, but he nods.

Obi’s feet-- just wearing socks now, somehow-- press on the floor, and he knows: he’s home.

“Oh,” he breathes, hands flying out to steady himself. “Oh.”

When he looks up, Torou’s eyes meet his, round and wide. “I felt that.”

Her own feet swing down-- bare-- and the moment she touches the wide old planks--

“Oh.” Lata braces himself against the wall, the sound bitter on his lips. “So it’s true. There will always be two.”

They aren’t his words, Obi knows, but they’re important. They’ve got that feel, the same as when Torou said she dreamed of him. The sort that are going to be life-changing, one way or another.

But Obi’s had enough of that today. Enough of it for a lifetime. He glances over at Torou, and she nods. “Can we go outside?”

Lata blinks, eyes pulling from the wallpaper to fix on him. After a long moment, he says, “You know where the door is.”

Obi does, somehow, and when he opens it--

It’s paradise.

Home has rules too, loads of them. It’s quiet time from nine to eight, though Lata doesn’t much care if they’re sleeping, so long as they’re in bed. Teeth have to be brushed twice a day-- he’d glowered when Obi said he had good teeth and only needed the once, standing over him for a week morning and night to see the rule stuck. There’s only one dessert after dinner; Obi balked at that one, until he’d learned that a limit on quantity wasn’t the same thing as size. He and Torou find three old sundae dishes in the cabinet and pile them high with ice cream and every topping they can find, and when they slap Lata’s down in front of him, cheeks bulging with their own towers of sweets, all he’d does is give them that small, reluctant twitch of a smile and dig in.

They have to make their beds and pick up after themselves-- this house has treated us well, Lata tells them, it’s only right we take care of it in return-- and they have to tell him if they plan to play in the yard; but in return their sheets are always clean, and dinner’s promptly at six. When they come back in, sweaty and exhausted from the summer heat, there’s always a bowl of fruit waiting for them and cold drinks.

He’d known, in the way he always does, that this couldn’t last. So when summer’s heat began to cool, he’s not surprised to see Lata waiting on for them on the veranda, mouth pulled into an even grimmer line.

“It’s time,” he says, “for a Family Meeting.”

“School,” Lata says with the sort of relish and derision only a professor like him can summon up, “is starting. Which means there are new rules.”

Fingers brush at Obi’s, and when he reaches out, Torou’s fingers knit in his. He knows what rules these will be-- his parents had them to, the only ones they’d ever made. His mother had gotten down on her knees the night before kindergarten, nails digging into his shoulders, and used a voice so dark, so unlike her, he’d dreamed of button eyes staring into his for a week. His father had tossed out their Coraline DVD after that.

“Forenzos,” Lata starts, already sounding weary, “look after each other. So you’ll walk together, both ways, and if one of you gets into trouble--” he fixes them both with a stern look-- “I expect both of you to run.”

Obi stares. “What?”

“You’ll come back right after school, unless we have previously discussed plans,” Lata continues. “You’re far too young for...cellular phones, so I expect that if you make plans with friends, you will discuss them with me the night previous, or you will come home first and ask permission. Not,” he murmurs, just barely audible, “that I expect you’ll have much trouble with that.”

“Is that...” Obi’s jaw works. “Is that all?”

“I expect you to keep up your grades.” Lata’s brow furrows, taking them in, as if he’d never once questioned whether or not they would be stellar students. As if most people don’t look at the both of them and see future high school flunk outs. “If they are slipping, I’m afraid I’ll have to limit your free time until we are able to bring them back to an acceptable level. Homework is to be done at the table, and once you are done, your time is yours until dinner.”

Torou’s hand squeezes his. “We?”

Lata blinks. “Excuse me?”

“You said ‘we.’“ She clear her throat, eyelashes fluttering with nerves. “If our grades are bad, you said we would, uh, fix them.”

“Of course.” His mouth pulls at the corners, annoyed. “How could I possibly ask you to rectify such a thing on your own? You’re already doing the best you can, if you still struggle, then it’s clearly something we both-- oh my,” he murmurs mildly, “she’s leaking.”

“Sorry,” she sobs, pink burning on her cheeks, the way it never did on his. “I’m sorry.”

“No, no.” Lata flails out, yanking a tissue from the box, shoving it into her hand. “I just...hope that you find this all fair. I was always quite good at school, but my sisters--” he glances at them, wary-- “varied. I hope I can only...encourage you to your best.”

“But what about...” Obi snaps his teeth around the words. If he doesn’t ask, then it won’t become a rule, and his uncle can’t be disappointed when he breaks it.

The pictures on the wall prove that they’re family, that Lata truly is his mom’s brother, even if they don’t share much more than a hair color. But Obi’s never seen it, the way he does in pictures of Torou’s mom, where there’s a flick of the hand or a cock of a hip that says they spent their childhood together, inextricably intertwined forever in ways they would never understand.

But Lata raises a brow now, and he sees it, that small thread that ties him to his mom, that says brother. “About...?”

“The other stuff,” Torou blurts out, coughing down a sniff. “He wants to know what we...”

Her words peter out too, like she can’t figure out what to do with them. He can’t stop knowing, and she can’t stop dreaming, and the thought of having to pretend they can is...tiring this time, in a way it never was in the system.

His mouth wraps around the words with a curious sort of wonder. “Other stuff?” 

“You know,” she mutters, so small. “The weird stuff.”

Lata jolts in his chair, spine as straight as a poker. His hands press flat against his knees, and when he looks at them, the gray in his eyes in thunderous.

“This is the most important rule,” he tells them, voice oddly resonant, “you must follow it. Promise me.”

Obi’s heart sinks into his stomach, but he nods, fingers squeezing Torou’s tighter.

Lata’s hand presses heavy on his shoulder, leather flexing over cotton. “Don’t ever hide yourselves. Not for anything. Not for anyone.” Obi dares to look up, and Lata’s gaze is waiting to catch him. “Being...normal is not necessarily a virtue. There is no shame in being who you are, none at all.”

Or what you are, he doesn’t say, but his eyes do, loud and clear. He doesn’t say what that is either, but--

Obi knows. Just like he always does.

And if he didn’t, well-- he would have found out soon enough.

It’s a small island; small enough that K-12 are all squeezed into one school, though Lata tells them that by the time they go to senior high, they might have built another. It’s still not small enough for Torou and him to be in the same class, so he drops her off at the door with promises to find her at lunch and moseys down to his own. It puts him a little behind schedule, the school bell ringing on his heels, and when he steps in--

The room goes silent. Twenty pairs of eyes stare at him, round and wide, not a single person daring to do much more than breathe.

“Forenzo,” the teacher says, faint. “You must be...the Forenzo boy.”

“Yeah.” He grips at his shoulder. “Obi.”

“You can take your seat...at the back,” she says, before hurrying to the board, eager to put her back to him.

“I thought my mom said all the Forenzos died,” a boy whispers as he passes. “Except the old man, of course.”

“No, they just left,” says the one next to them. “Chased out. Because they’re, you know...”

Obi does; he always had, even before he had a word for it.

“I don’t think a boy can be a witch,” a girl says, thoughtless and thoughtful at the same time. “They’re wizards, or something.”

“Warlocks,” scoffs another. “Don’t you know anything? And they do blood magic with little girls--”

Obi grits his teeth, eyes forward. There’s two empty chairs in the back, one in the corner by the window, and the other next to it, and he steers toward that one-- window seats always get him in trouble--

And the boy next to it scoots away, fear bright in his eyes. Obi looks back at the teacher, but she’s writing her name on the board real slow, like she’s hoping this might solve itself.

Fine, he can take a hint. He takes the window, sliding in behind the desk. The girl in front of him scoots forward too, making sure her chair doesn’t touch his desktop, and he sighs. At least they’re all getting this out of the way first.

A bag drops, right next to his seat.

“Ms Kino!” There’s a girl there, smaller than everyone else, though her voice makes her twice as tall. In the morning sun, her hair burns bright like the horizon. “Can I change my seat?”

“Shirayuki?” The teacher blinks back at them, and Obi could swear she breaks into a cold sweat. “Shirayuki, I’m not sure that’s--”

“I can’t see the board from over there,” she says, every syllable digging in its heels. “There’s glare. Because I’m so small.”

Ms Kino squints back at her, and really-- there’s no denying how small she is, at least a head below Obi and he’s nothing to write home about either. “If you’re sure...”

“Great.” She drops into her seat with a thump as loud as thunder, setting out her notebook and pencil with the sort of purposeful efficiency that says there’s no doubt she’s here to stay.

Obi slips his out of his backpack too, so quiet so the other kids will stop looking at him like he’s going to set the place on fire, but he hears, “You’re new, right?”

He looks down, and there’s the girl, smiling across the aisle. “Yeah. I’m--”

“Obi, I heard.” She leans toward him. “I’m--”

“Shirayuki.” His mouth twitches. “I also heard.”

Her smile stretches towards a grin. “You know, Ms Kino likes group projects.”

He blinks. “Does she?”

She nods. “Would you like a partner?”

“She hasn’t assigned one yet,” he says, a little lost.

“She will,” this Shirayuki says, confident. The way he is, when he knows.

He nods, slow. “All right, so for the next one.”

“To start.” She fixes him with a look he can’t get out from under. “Are you eating lunch with someone?”

“Ah, yeah.” He feels guilty about it now, for some reason. “My um. Cousin.”

She brightens. “Great. I’ll show you guys the best place to sit.”

He’s been adopted, he realizes, like the way the cats around the house aren’t. And this girl means to keep him.

For once in his very short life, Obi doesn’t mind knowing. Just like he always does.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Come away with me

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Contents: You’re an ex-sith apprentice and now you come face to face with a man you’re supposed to hate

Warnings: none. Angst 😌

Word count: 1100

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You pull out a crate in the lonely alley by the docks. The street light flickering above you when your senses pick up on something. Someone. His force signature felt the same, warm and soft 

 “We meet again.”, you didn’t have to face him to know who it was.

“Did you miss me?”, his voice was just as you remembered carrying a hint of humor in his words.

“Everyday.”, you say. Your tone filled with sarcasm but within it laid a hidden truth. You didn’t move away from your task all while expecting him to leave, but he didn’t. It began to bother you.

“You’re wasting your time, haven’t you heard?”, you finally turn to look at him. He had made himself comfortable by taking a seat on a wooden crate. His hands folded over his chest, his hair now a light chestnut brown touching his cheek bones. His eyes focused on you like he was searching for something. You look away. Whatever it is he was here for, he won’t find it.

“Bits and pieces.”, he tries to hold your gaze. You turn back to the task at hand. You can’t afford to lose this. The anger bubbles. The remnant of your past life.

“Not one to keep up with gossip?”, you hiss through your teeth, your mind busy with figuring out why he was here.

“I work in the docks now. Whatever you want I don’t have the answer for it.”, you elaborate but all you hear is silence. You don’t bother to turn to check if he has left.

“You are impeccably skilled to be working in the docks.”, He says. He had not left yet.

“I’m not joining you or anyone for that matter.”, rage was about to break out, you felt the power surge through you. You walk away to compose yourself.

“We could spar together for the fun of it. Would that ease you?”, he followed you out. He was baiting you. You had thrown away your light sabers. It was for the best, especially in moments like these.

“You miss our fights don’t you.”, you chuckle. But your blood was raging, old habits were beginning to resurface. He was a catalyst to this reaction. You turn to him, the fury burning through you. You raise your fists. You didn’t need light sabers for a situation like this. You growl and take a punch but he moves away. His very presence a trigger for the darkness that you tried to hide deep within yourself. Your hands had a mind of their own, trying to knock him down but he effortlessly moved around you. “You need to leave.”, you yell as you fling your arm again. A warning. You knew how he saw you, as a monster. Instead of moving away this time, he catches your wrists, one at a time and steadies you. His gaze is focused on yours. You wrestle to escape his grasp but he grounds you to this moment. Copying his breathing, you feel the surge die down. You could feel yourself come back to your senses. He pulls your wrists together and you crumpled into his chest, hearing his thumping heart. You were tired of fighting against everything. His grip loosens and with great effort you pull away.

“If I say yes, will you keep it a secret?”, his voice calms you as he tries to jest.

“You’re bargaining with an ex-sith apprentice?”, you dust of your clothes to stand a little taller. His eyes roaming over your features as if they wanted a sign.

“So who sent you? Who’s hunting me down?”, you change the topic of conversation. Him being here only meant someone out there had been searching for you.

“No one.”, he steps forwards, injecting himself into your space. “I needed to find you.”, he raises his hand to touch your face but you move away. “Stop acting like you care.”, the anger simmers again so you stop to pinch the bridge of your nose. “You only want to exploit me for my powers.”, this confession was softer than before cause it was the truth. You were tired from having been passed around and then tortured to prove your worth. Now you did well enough on your own.

“I need to get back to my life.”, you gesture towards the pile of fruit crates that still weren’t loaded.

“Come away with me.”, he says abruptly.

“That’s what I came here to say.”, he watches as your back slowly straightens.

“ Obi wan.”, you huff, he feels the exhaustion in your voice. “I’m better off alone.”, he hears your dismissal. But he knew how it was to be alone and that’s why he had to find you. He could not bear it anymore. For everything that you had faced, you deserved better. That he knew he would be able to give it to you, if only you chose to accept it.

“Please.”, he whispers and you turn to see him. He needed this more than you. He wanted to find you because he was falling apart. Even when you were Dooku’s apprentice, there was a part of your heart that harboured a soft spot for him. That even the darkside could not touch the feelings you had kept hidden.

“ You would break your code for someone like me?”, you ask as you place the final crate and seal the hatch.

“ The code doesn’t exist anymore.”, he pauses, “ But you do.”, you stop. The truth in his words makes the world around you shift.

“But you’re ruled by it.”, you give him a reason to rethink all of this. You busy yourself with tying the knot just so you can forget his presence. But you fumble with the rope and he’s next to you. Taking it from your hands to seal the knot. He could read parts of your thoughts even as you tried your best to hide it from him. Over and over, a single word was repeated.

Monster.

But you weren’t one. He knew. He was the only one to know. “You can have a better life.”, he tells you and watches as you shift your weight. “I only wish to be a part of it.”, he continues and you begin to wonder why he was being so adamant.

“Why?”, you ask and quickly piece together a reasoning.  “I will not be your little project.”, you begin to move away but he catches your arm. “You don’t need to be fixed.”, there’s an edge to his voice. “You’re not a reject or a monster or someone who needs to waste away their life because of a few bad decisions.”, he doesn’t let you go but his words shake you to your bone. “What do you get out of this?”, you plead with him, your eyes boring into his. “You.”, he says without missing a beat. “I only wanted you.”, he sobers and let’s you go.

“I’ve realized spending my days alone looking over the boy began to feel useless. I needed someone to share a part of myself with and we held the balance in the force. You and I are one. And when you know what you want, you don’t want to wait around in a desert.”, he looks straight at you. Like he’s found what he had been searching for. And you feel like you’ve found a place of respite, in his presence that you once couldn’t tolerate. Now it was the only thing you craved. So you wipe your hands and walk towards him. Words would ruin this moment, so you slip your hand into his. Your past doesn’t define you and your future was yours to choose. So you chose him. His fingers wrapped around yours, a sense of peace washing over his features. He brings the back of your hand to kiss it and you relish the cool sensation of his lips.

“Lets go home.”, he utters and walks with you in tow. His stride filled with confidence. For the first time in years, you heard the sound of your own laugh.

[frost-queen]

Under pressure (Padawan!Reader x Obi Wan Kenobi)

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You opened the door to your chambers, popping your head out. Looking swiftly to your left and right. When the coast seemed clear, let you the door shut again. To be sure, waited you like two minutes, just to be clear no one was going to interrupt you. Then in a haste as if time was precious, shoved you your stuff aside. Creating a wide-open space in the middle of your room. You placed smaller items onto your bed for save keeping. Grander things got stacked by the side. When you were pleased with the open space you had created, bit you nervously your thumb. 

You hoped so much that Anakin wouldn’t barge in. If he got word of this, he would sure confront Obi Wan with it. That was the last you wanted. To burden your master… uhm pardon… your… well… your nothing actually. You didn’t want to burden Obi Wan Kenobi with it. Jedimaster to Anakin Skywalker, not you. Or in secret he was. For that was what Obi Wan did. Obi Wan Kenobi trained you in secret.

In secret were you his padawan as well. Openly you were just a stray seeking refuge at the Jedi temple. They had welcomed you in on condition you made yourself useful for the period you were staying. That period did not have a date, but you could feel it wouldn’t last forever. So you wanted to squeeze all you could in the time-being. Helping around the temple and be Obi Wan’s padawan. Walking towards your closet, opened you it. Shuffling between your lady things that no one would dare to search through. There you found a stick. Slowly pulling it out, shut you your closet. 

It wasn’t a lightsaber, but it was the same length. Since you weren’t official a padawan, it was forbidden for you to have one. Practice with a stick it was. Stepping back into the open area, let you the stick twirl slowly in your hand. Your eyes focused on the end. You didn’t want it to knock things down. When you established you had room enough, started you working out. You practiced the movements Obi Wan had thought you. How to sway your lightsaber (if you truly had one). How to block and attack. How your footwork had to be. How one you had to feel with your mind.

You performed every sequence with glance. Each time, trying harder your best. You wanted to be the best. You wanted Obi Wan to be extremely proud of you. Show him that he hadn’t been wasting his time on you. That it was good of him to take you in as his padawan… in theory then. The harder you pushed through, the sweatier you became. Little droplets of sweat rolling down your neck to your back. Lost hair sticking to your face. Your breathing steady but deeper with the force of exhaustion. 

You repeated every movement till it was perfection or close to perfection. Blood rose to your face, leaving a red mark on your cheeks and forehead. The sign of a work-out. When you were about to repeat another step, heard you loud voices near your door. You squeaked loud, panicking at what you must do. Standing lost for a moment, looked you in every direction for a way out. In a haste threw you, your stick away. Almost screaming threw you some cloths at it to hide it. Not a moment later heard you a knock on your door, followed by it opening. – “What are you doing?” – it was Anakin, peering confused in your room.

Spinning around hastily, breathed you out sharp, your face still red. – “Re-decorating.” – lied you, hoping he would take the bait. Anakin walked inside your room, taking an observing eye around. You swallowed when he walked to some corners to inspect. – “Why are you nervous?” – pointed he out, glancing up to you. – “I…I…I’m not nervous.” – stammered you out, holding your hands behind your back. He came walking over to you, circling his finger in front of your face. – “Heavy lifting I see.” – stated he with a soft smile. 

You laughed nervously, lowering your shoulders. – “You know much that weighs.” – answered you, pointing at a large trunk. Anakin followed your finger, shrugging his shoulders. – “Anyway… why are you here?” – you hoped he would stop poking around. Anakin seemed to take the bait, scratching his chin. – “I just wanted to tell you about my training.” – said he, coming to sit down on your bed. You rolled with your eyes. It was hard enough you were reminded every day that you were not a padawan, now you had to listen to his stories. You adored Anakin, but sometimes his innocence cut deep. He patted the spot beside him. Exhaling soft, sat you down beside him. Motioning with your hand, allowed you him to share his stories.

Anakin left once you were summoned to do your chores. You had to clean the entire training room. The jedi who gave you the job, left with a nod. Now you stood alone in the training room. The grand space that made you feel small. Pulling your sleeves up, picked you up the bucket and mop. You had just done a small corner. About five tiles when someone approached. Looking over your shoulder, you saw it was Obi Wan Kenobi. Out of reflex, straightened you, your back, greeting him. – “Master Kenobi.” – called you out. Obi Wan approached you, shushing you, whilst nervously looking around. 

He looked around, seeming a bit disappointed. – “I had hoped to train you… I am free now…” – mumbled he out, brushing his fingers against his beard. You stiffened, dropping the mop to the ground. – “I can train!” – called you out, standing still like a little soldier. Obi Wan chuckled a bit, bending down to pick up your mop. – “I can’t interfere with your work Y/n.” – answered he, handing you the mop. You accepted it, your shoulders dropping a bit with disappointment. Then a sudden idee popped into your head. – “What if I finish cleaning really fast. Can … can you train me then?”

Obi Wan gaped a bit at you. – “I don’t have that much time.” – responded he, looking around the training room. – “I can do it!” – insisted you firmly. – “I can do it in no time and give you enough time to train me.” – you staid persistent, wanting him to train you. – “I’m not sure…” – Obi Wan was doubtful. – “Please… will you train me when I am done? I will do it in no-time.” – Obi Wan quirked his eyebrow up. – “It’s a lot of work.” – stated he, opening his hand to show you the training room. You knew it was much you had to do, but you wanted to. Best not to ask how hard the work, just when it needed to be done. – “I can take it!” – gripping onto your mop. – “I have too.” – thought you, staying silent. Obi Wan finally agreed. He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. – “Don’t over-work yourself. If today doesn’t work, then another.” – he turned around to leave you to it. – “I won’t disappoint you!” – called you out loud.

He hadn’t even properly left as you dived into the work. Splashing water on the floor. Scrubbing hard, gritted you, your teeth. You gave everything you had and more. You wanted to train today, no matter what. Forcing yourself to go over the top. You scrubbed every tile with force so that your muscles started to ache. You pushed through even when you started to feel pain in your neck. Even when you needed a break, pushed you through. No time to linger, you had to finish this. The pressure rising as the exhaustion from before came kicking in. 

Every muscle felt sore, but you kept going. – “I am indestructible!” – forced you out, clenching your jaw. You were mostly done when a jedi master entered. – “You!” – called he out, pointing at you. You nodded not pausing. – “When you are done, I need you to scrub the hallway as well.” – You inhaled deep, thinking how you were going to squeeze that in as well. You knew you couldn’t refuse, or you would be kicked on the streets. – “On it, sir!” – called you out. Under the surface felt you, your body protest. On the surface were you steady. Give it to me, you thought. I can take it. He left, leaving you to scrub even harder to get it clean. Biting through your jaw, rose a tension there. The training room was done as you felt like collapsing.

Your knees were trembling once you took a moment to stand still. Your muscles twitching from the intense pressure and pain. You rushed into the hallway, beginning there as well. In high speed ran you through the corridor with your mop pressed onto the floor. Jedi masters had to jump aside for you when they came into the corridor. It was torture you had to go through. Everything inside of you screaming for you to stop. Yet you couldn’t. Obi Wan was counting on you. The corridor was scrubbed under no time. You then stashed your supplies away, sprinting towards the meeting room. 

Your heart pounding like a speeder. Nonstop pumping fuel around. You burst into the room, sweating extremely and out of breath. Obi Wan stared in shock at the state of you. – “I…I…I’m… rea…ready.” – breathed you out with a dry mouth. – “Y/n… don’t you need a breather?” – questioned he. You shook rapidly your head, coming closer to him. – “I’m good.” – answered you, taking a stick for you to work with. You closed your mouth, breathing loudly through your nose as you didn’t want to pant so loudly. You got into position, your muscles trembling, your knees shaking. Obi Wan stared at you, seeing you were clearly barely hanging on.

“We… we can do this another time, Y/n.” – asked he again. – “No!” – shouted you loud, startling him. Gripping onto the fighting stick, gritted you, your teeth. – “I need this!” – You hated that Obi Wan hadn’t moved yet. He was wasting precious time. Time he could use to train you. You swung your stick at him, making him stumble back to avoid it. – “Y/n I think…” – started he, but you didn’t let him finish. – “No! You don’t understand!” – yelled you out, swinging at him again. He jumped back, the stick missing his chest. – “I need this! What else of good am I?” – you glared at him that he wasn’t training you. – “Fight me!” – screamed you out, lashing out. 

“Y/n! you are clearly not suitable for training right now.” – pleaded he, his voice calm and soothing. He wasn’t angry at him, he just wanted you to understand that he cared for you. That your well-being mattered to him. He didn’t want to push you over your limits. Limits you had clearly already overruled. Red formed before your eyes as you couldn’t believe him. Did he not know how much worth you had. Why didn’t he just trained you like he promised. You attacked him again, an attack he easily diverted. He brushed past you, making you stumble forwards, hitting nothing but air. His movement caught you off guard that you fell forwards with some stumbling. You landed on your stomach; arms stretched out before you.

Moving against every bit of muscle pain or exhausted, got you back on your feet. – “Enough Y/n!” – called Obi Wan out, seeing you ware yourself out. – “I…I…I…have to. I…” – Obi Wan reached out to you when you almost stumbled over your own feet. Your head suddenly feeling light. You touched it briefly, trying to stop the dizzy feeling. – “Obi…” – breathed you out, taking one stumbling step forwards before you tumbled to the ground. Obi Wan gasped loud, catching you just in time before your head hit the ground hard. – “Y/n…Y/n…” – called he out worriedly, tapping your cheek gently. 

It was clear to him you had passed out. Crumbled underneath the pressure. He inhaled sharply, moving his hand over his mouth. A guilt nibling at him. Has he perhaps given you too much pressure. Was being at the Jedi temple a bad idea after all for you? He wasn’t sure, but he sure as hell knew he felt extremely guilty. He carefully picked you up from the ground. Carrying you outside. He encountered Anakin on his way to your chambers. – “What happened?” -asked he in panic. Obi Wan didn’t answer, focused on getting you safely back to your room. Anakin rushed after him, not wanting to part sides.

In your chambers, laid he you carefully down on your bed. He noticed how you had left the state of your room. – “Re-decorating.” – told Anakin him, seeing the saddened expression on his master’s face. Obi Wan exhaled deep, knowing that was a lie. – “Is she going to be alright?” – begged Anakin to know, stroking your cheek. – “She will… but she will need the rest. Y/n…” – he hesitated to express the words lingering in his mind. – “I…I and the jedi order has asked too much of her.” – corrected he himself. – “It’s my fault.” – he lowered his head into the palm of his hand of shame. Anakin moved a comforting hand to his master’s shoulder. – “It’s not…I’m sure it’s not.” – reassured he. 

Obi Wan looked up to you, hearing you slowly wake up. Both of them stood by your side in seconds. – “What happened?” – asked you, seating yourself upright. – “You fainted…” – Spoke Obi Wan, looking ashamed away. – “I am sorry.” – added he afterwards. Anakin hugged you firmly. – “I’m so glad you are alright, you had me worried there Y/n.” - breathed he out. – “I’m sorry…” – cried you out. – “I’m sorry I’m not good enough… I want to be good enough so bad…” – Obi Wan took your hand, squeezing it. – “You are enough Y/n. I am sorry… I shouldn’t have trained you in secret. I should train you openly… acknowledge you as my padawan so those other Jedi masters don’t bother you anymore.”

“What?” – called Anakin out, staring at you. – “You have been training her in secret!” – you slowly nodded. It was too late to lie with the secret out. Anakin turned to his master. – “You should’ve told me! I could’ve helped!” – to your surprised turned he his anger to his master. Blaming him for not letting him help. If he knew you were his padawan or considered a padawan as well, he would’ve helped. Tell those Jedi masters you are occupied elsewhere instead of doing their dirty work. 

It angered him that his master did not trust him with this. – “I’m sorry Anakin…” – sighed Obi Wan out. – “It was supposed to stay a secret…” – Anakin dropped himself onto the bed beside you. – “From now on, I am a part of this as well!” – he pinched you in the side, curling up a smile with you. – “You are!” – responded you, kissing his cheek. – “Now! I want you to rest Y/n!” – insisted he. You nodded obeying. Both of them left your chambers to allow you to rest. They were going to make sure certain jedi masters weren’t going to disturb you. Afterall you needed to get your strength back for training.

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Talking to the dead (tangled au)

Mand’alor the lost

What the living do rewrite

How the living go on living and the dead go on living with them

This isn't how its supposed to be

Not posted:

[oh my god I didn’t actually realise how many of these there were till I started listing them. Whoops. I start writing them when the idea pops in to my head but like, I either don’t know where it’s going or don’t know where it started so I can’t write enough for a first chapter to make sense so they just kinda…live in my notes. I’m still adding to them as time goes on lol but I’m a lot better at writing the middle or the ending than I am the start of things.]

The ones near the top are the ones that I am excited about rn so most likely to finish but honestly…who knows. I change my mind on these things daily. Some def will be finished but who knows which ones. Some of these are literally finished multichapter works but I can’t figure out how to start them lol.

Undead Fox- In which Palpatine messes with Sith ruins he doesn’t understand in the depths of Coruscant and the clone he sends in to report back to him…comes back different. Alarmed, Palpatine kills him and then, is surprised the next morning when the same clone reports in like nothing has happened.  The story where Fox is super creepy and probably possessed, the guard are very loyal and do all they can to hide this, meanwhile Palpatine keeps killing Fox so his body keeps getting found and the guard have to cover it up. Palpatine is too scared of Fox to try and lock him up so he just…keeps unsuccessfully killing him. meanwhile, the guard deal with grieving a man that can’t die.

The unwanted and unintentionally abandoned- Post order 66 Boba and Korkie team up. Exploration of bad fathers.

What the living do sequels-

And when the time comes to let it go, to let it go (Boba, Rex and Cody in the aftermath)

Nothing is lost in life or love (Cody and Obi Wan live their best life after the war. Obi Wan hasn’t seen a ghost in years. Anakin is raising the twins by himself and so visits often to make this their problem.)

Fox gets a job- Post war. Fox is looking for a job but ends up falling in to work as a private investigator, finding people who are victims of underground cloning ops? But he refuses to take any payment and also doesn’t tell anyone he is doing this. It’s a little bit crime noir if you squint. Its’s quin/Fox with background Cody/Obi Wan.

The one where everyone runs away-  technically a sequel to ‘part of me died here so another could go on’ which I did not want to have a sequel. The whole point of it was that nothing changed. But then I started thinking about the idea of his brother being out there just eating Cody alive and he has a fuck-it moment and starts sleeping with Obi Wan, but they end up having a full blown secret relationship, and then Cody runs off to find Ponds. Rako Hardeen happens and Obi Wan is like- Cody is going to see that I died! I have to find him and explain. Then Anakin finds out Padme is pregnant and decides that he needs to find Obi Wan. In Anakins absence, Ahsoka and Rex actually investigate the chips. Palpatine is sweating cause he wants to set off order 66 but like, Anakin is off trying to find Obi Wan so he keeps delaying things and then when he can’t delay any longer, he sets off order 66 and it… just doesn’t work. Literally, a chain of familial love just really really fucks up palpatines plans. Cody/obi Wan

Those that are forgotten and those that are just lost-  Jango/Obi Wan in which they meet on Mandalore during the civil war and within minutes of meeting, Jango sees a vision of himself killing Obi Wan years in the future. He ends up falling for him anyway.

A violent product of a violent world- Cody/Obi Wan. Chip CC2224 finds himself in competition with the man he once was for Obi Wan’s love. And then Cody starts trying to take over CC2224’s body.

The glass wall- past Obi Wan/Jango.  In a galaxy in which Obi Wan and Jango were together and Jango went to kamino in spite of that, Geonosis causes a split, where in one world, Obi Wan dies and Jango lives and in another, Jango dies and Obi Wan lives. Without Jango, Obi Wan ends up taking in Boba and without Obi Wan, Jango ends up becoming the worst mentor ever to Anakin; this changes things for palpatine.

Luke and Leia tangled AU that doesn’t really have much to do with tangled at all. It’s Luke & Leia and any relationships are purely background. There is the most convoluted backstory to this that has literally nothing to do with Tangled. And the main story is Gen, because it’s Leia who finds Luke in the tower.

The Not tangled au’s associated offshoots including:

Rex and Ahsoka adventurers

Boba Fett, criminal little brother

The faceless warriors- In which Fox and a group of his brothers are a ghost story, but actually they are real.

Cody the tired innkeeper, pining for the king. (Cody/Obi Wan)

The sequel in which Luke gets engaged to Din, the prince of Mandalore and the Mandalorian’s tell the royal family where the Jedi went.

Modern AU- The most convoluted backstory ever. There are Jedi but no force powers. There are no clones but there is a army of ‘brothers’. Palpatine is a billionaire with his hands in way too many pockets and is behind the wars (worldwide) but nobody knows.  Obi Wan leaves the Jedi as he feels he can do more help as a civilian. Plo Koon and Quinlan leave as well and they are running a small civil rights advocacy venture in a tiny office. Obi Wan and Cody are in a long term relationship but Cody is still in the military which Obi Wan isn’t happy about. Jango is tied up in this series of wars but nobody (including him)  knows how, just that his employer sends him on a job and next thing you know, there is a war in that place. Jango leaves a trail of almost identical looking babies behind him over a period of about 30 years, doesn’t acknowledge this until he finally decides that he wants to know who the hell is behind this all and whats actually happening and hands baby Boba to Cody.

The cycle ends with me- in which Luke runs away to tattoine to try and raise Ben Solo’s child and ‘end the cycle.’ Literally takes nothing from canon but names. I can not stress this enough, Rey and Ben Solo are at no point anywhere near being together. Rey is a lesbian and living her best life.

Prime, the worst clone. In which Jango steals Cody’s job after Boba dies on Geonosis

Canon divergence in which Jango & Obi Wan were slaves together in the past. Cody ends up driving Anakins redemption?

The dream/the pond- University prof AU in which all is perfect and actually a dream, reality starts creeping in and corrupting the beautiful

End credits- Codywan reverse happy ever after

Cody tries to find himself by moving in to Rex and Ahsoka’s spaceship roomshare.

Modern AU where Qui Gon (irresponsible absent dad) visits (just about) adult Obi Wan, turning up on his doorstep with a child (this is Anakin, your new brother) and then dies in an accident.

Post order 66, Obi Wan finds Cody. (reverse Cody finds Obi Wan on Tatooine.) Cody is not happy.

Anakin and Padme living in suburbia, trying to make friends but everyone thinks they are alarmingly strange, strong arm Cody/Obi Wan in to ‘coming to visit’ (moving in as their neighbours) to befriend the neighbourhood and spread the word about how normal Padme and Anakin are. This does not go well as Cody and Obi Wan are only normal to Anakin and Padme and seem very strange to everyone else. Nobody in this neighbourhood knows about the war or the Jedi so it very much seems to them that Cody grew up in some kind of cult. For some reason the four of them decide to pretend that the 2 couples do not know each other?  It is really obvious they know each other.

Council chambers- full of representatives all of a possible future, each of them are terrible

Cursed Jango AU

Canon divergence in which Obi Wan arrives on Kamino and finds it burnt out.

The Orb- Codywan on tattoine in which Obi Wan tries to tear apart reality to fix the past

The one where Cody’s chip breaks and he sets out as a bounty hunter after a woman hires him to find her husband

OG story (prequels and original trilogy) - each chapter is a different genre.

Anakin dies. Padme living in the aftermath. Obi Wan can’t stand to see her as she reminds him of Anakin.

You could make this beautiful sequels

the one where Cody confronts Obi Wan about running

the one where Luke tries to have a family dinner

the more I write, the less I like the earlier stories but I don’t like deleting stuff off ao3. I don’t dislike them enough to orphan them or hide author or whatever but when I’m looking at my list of works on Ao3 I want to see what I’ve written not including them lol so this is a post for myself  to list them  (hoping tumblr doesn’t disappear it like it does with 80% of things I tag for myself) (why do i keep trying to use this site to archive stuff for myself. it’s the definition of insanity)

Multi chapter/series

What the Living Do

Dead from the Beginning

When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it

Prince of a thousand enemies (5 linked oneshots)

I think love is for other people

Oneshots

This place could be beautiful right? You could make this place beautiful (technically a series but I prefer the first one to the rest)

I died here so another part of me could go on

[phoenixyfriend]

Rey Gives No F*cks About the Grandfather Paradox

Okay so since nobody’s suggested a fic under these terms, I ended up expanding on this post on discord and things snowballed. We kept to the basics of the entire plot revolving around Rey really hating her grandad and leveraging her blood relation to not be unalived about it.

With contributions by @atagotiak​, @dracothulhu​, @thepallaspalace​, and several others. The title comes from @gelpenss​.

The basic thing I absolutely need is this: Rey gets thrown back to the middle of the clone wars, and the subsequent plot leans in really heavily on her being, genetically-via-clone-dad, the daughter of the guy running the entire galaxy.

Nobody knows what to do with her.

The timing is mid-TCW for the past (because I want Ahsoka there) and vaguely between Episodes 8 and 9 because I... never watched E9 and don’t want to worry about the timeline. The only things that matter is that Luke is dead (he can die as he did in canon) and that Rey knows she’s Palp’s granddaughter (not the way she does in canon).

We'll say Luke found out from Anakin's panicked force-ghost and just went "well, fuck, okay, I should tell her this before she ends up in a situation like mine and finds out mid-battle or something."

Luke, prior to time-travel: Okay, so, now that I'm dead I know some things I didn't before. Like who your parents were. In the interest of full disclosure because I was in a very similar situation and I don't want you learning the way I did, I'm just going to come right out and say that your father was a clone was Sheev Palpatine. Rey: ... Luke: Are you okay? Rey: I don't know who that is.

(She grew up on Jakku, the history education was a little subpar.)

Setting The Scene

Imagine Rey showing up during or immediately before the clone wars. There’s this phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater who tells you that if you ran a paternity test, it would probably pop up the Chancellor. She may or may not bring up cloning. She accuses said Chancellor of being a Sith Lord.

Your other phenomenally powerful feral teenager from a desert backwater, who may not be a teenager anymore but only barely, is very offended by this because Palpatine’s a Very Nice Old Grandfather Figure, but also he’s a little full of side-eye because if the blood test comes back as proof, then Palpatine had a kid and didn’t even know about them, or lied to Anakin, and that’s! Bad! Family’s important!!!

Palpatine hears about this daughter he apparently? Has? And is very confused because the timing doesn’t match up with ANYTHING he was doing, so the kid isn’t natural, and he says as much. (There is an explanation! It’s not a correct explanation, but he does come up with one.)

Finn and Poe and BB-8 all get dragged along because why not have the gang there? Nobody that’s already born, because [handwave] conservation of souls or something, IDK, point is the only person dragged along that’s even remotely close to already existing is Luke’s Force Ghost, who mostly hangs around begging Rey to be less impulsive. Finn is good because he is a nice polite boy, but for actual useful information they need Poe. The unfortunate situation is that the three do not land together. They land at the same time, in completely different corners of the galaxy. This means that nobody is there to curb Rey being her most impulsive self.

Time travel Rey knows two things. Luke’s dad ends up evil. Palpatine has always been evil.

She can solve one of these problems by killing the other, yes?

Rey: Ready to Rumble

See, the initial idea was this: Rey tried to break into the senate to kill Palpatine, got arrested, and then used the "he's biologically my father" card to get out of jail free. (Force Ghost Luke follows her like “please take five seconds to think this through.”)

But.

But.

It would be very, very, very funny if The Force just dumps her in a flash of light in the senate building and she just attacks Gramps on sight. Just a shouted "YOU!" and no-hesitation attempted murder.

Palpatine has no idea what's going on.

Rey took maybe two seconds to get identity confirmation and then started swinging.

[Image Description: An individual in a green metal helmet with an eye slit, holding a pistol. In the upper left, upper right, and lower middle are the phrases “I do not know who I am...” “I don’t know why I’m here” and “All I know is that I must kill.” End description.]

Of course, she gets arrested. There are Master Jedi in the Senate. There are Clone Troopers. Palpatine isn’t the weak old man he pretends to be. Of course she’s stopped.

But she isn’t executed in time for Palpatine to stop her from ruining his entire reputation.

Immediately after Rey fails to kill her Shitty Granddad, Luke's ghost shows up and begs her to not talk about the Sith thing because it will completely undermine everything she's trying to do. Pass off the attempted murder as something else!

Rey, panicking: "that fucker left me on a desert planet for 10 years!" "You owe me 19 years of child support you son of a Hutt!"

The Jedi have to do the investigation, because the girl showed up with a laser sword, and the conversation is, uh... interesting. (“Where did you get that lightsaber?” “I got it from a mysterious old pirate lady I never met before. I don't know, I was being shown around by a smuggler and a Wookie.”)

Interviewer: Why did you try to assassinate the Chancellor? Luke: Say it wasn't assassination. Rey: It wasn't assassination. Int: You weren't trying to kill him? Luke: Assassination has to be politically motivated. Rey: This was, um... not political. Assassination is political, right? Int: You mean this was personally motivated? Rey: Yes. Int: I see. What personal motivation? Luke: Jakku! Rey: He's my grandfather. Int: ... Rey: Possibly father. Nobody was very clear on that. Int: ... Luke: Tell them to run a paternity test. Rey: Oh hey, a blood test would tell us which, right? Int: ............ Rey: I spent ten years as an orphaned scrapdealer on Jakku. He's my father. I'm kind of a little angry. Int: ........... Luke: Good job, kid. You bought yourself some time. Int: I'm going to get a medic to see about that parternity test.

Obviously, it comes back positive. Congratulations, Sheev, you’re the father.

Rey comes with a ready-made built-in excuse for hating Palpatine that nobody can question or fault her for!

Rey, pouring Truth into the Force: I didn't even know I was related to the Chancellor until a few months ago, but it's his fault I grew up the way I did, and he should take some responsibility!

The entire thing is mostly kept hush hush but someone leaks it to the press and Palpatine's ratings tank.

"Chancellor, I think we'll need to waive family visitation until she wants you a little less dead." "I would like to find out why she wants me dead, and indeed, where she came from." "...sir, for your own safety--"

Who would win? A master plan years in the making spanning decades of manipulating and work? or One (1) paternity test

"Okay, so, Rey Palpat--" "Ew, no, I don't want his name." "You--okay. Sure, we can understand that. Is there a name you would prefer to put on the paperwork?" Rey, who would have gone by Skywalker in honor of Luke but can't do that when Anakin is right there and all: "Can I think about it?"

Rey: I don't know what I want my last name to be but I know I don't want his, and most of the people I’d want a name from have famous families like you... Luke's ghost, pointing out the Literal Nobody that she cares about a lot: How about Solo? Rey: ...Solo, then.

(A few months later she runs into Poe again and he offers for Finn and Rey to both take his name because honestly they need SOMETHING but at that point she’s already decided on Smuggler Dad.)

Backtrack a bit. We’ve got a bigger cast.

They all arrive separately. Poe, for one, does better than Rey, who is aiming for a murder, but not quite as well as Finn, who is currently being adopted and hidden like a secret cat by a bunch of Alpha Clones on Kamino. He vibes with the names-or-numbers thing. He doesn’t necessarily tell them where and when he’s from, but he’s very sweet and a great liar and they adopt him wholesale anyway.

The Finn situation is just... "Buir Ti, we need you to hide this man, we've decided he's our little brother but if Nala Se finds out she'll make him leave."

Of course, this leads into Shaak Ti teaching Finn how to Jedi.

Maybe consider Finn needing to almost be tricked into learning Jedi things because he willfully forgets it could apply to him. Finn does not like to think of himself as special, which is super valid, but frustrating for Shaak Ti when it comes to, you know, getting him to acquire knowledge. Finn's training at some point is "here, levitate objects with the Force to entertain the tubies." It’s a lot easier to convince him to practice when it involves the babies.

(Everyone on Kamino looked at Finn and went “oh I love him I’m keeping him and teaching him things.”)

(He’s just very lovable.)

Poe, meanwhile, buys the trust of Anakin Skywalker via R2D2 declaring BB-8 the absolute most baby of droids. R2D2 met BB-8 three hours ago but.

"Hey Obi-Wan this is Poe I met him like five days ago but R2D2 says he checks out because his droid is a baby." "That's nice, Anakin, did you know the Chancellor has a daughter who tried to assassinate him in broad daylight yesterday? Because guess who had to stop the Chancellor from getting assassinated by his daughter in broad daylight yesterday."

A summary so far:

Finn, on Kamino: Hey, um, I don't know where this is, but it's not where I was a few minutes ago. Do you think you could get me a comm? What's your name? Poe, on [dice roll] Denon: Oh, hey, you're General Skywalker? Nice to meet you, I'm so sorry about my droid, she's a little excitable and thought your R2 unit looked like a friend of hers-- Rey, on Coruscant: DIE, GRANDFATHER

Finn: [Peacefully vibing on Kamino, unaware of the chaos and bonding with the clones] Poe: [Trying to explain how he knows someone who tried to kill the chancellor and defend Rey] Rey: [Arrested for trying to kill the chancellor]

Just... just...

Anakin: Some guy ended up lost on base yesterday with his droid, how’s your day going? Obi-Wan: I had to stop someone who claims to be the chancellors daughter from murdering the chancellor after she seemingly blinked into existence in the Senate building. Poe: 😐

(Poe: Oh, so that's where Chaos^2 went.)

Poe: In her defense, she is his... well we don't know if she's his daughter or granddaughter, but she's definitely related to him, and she definitely grew up in a shitty situation that was his fault, so...

(Poe is trying very hard to explain this and not get arrested on the military base.)

As you’ve probably guessed, what's especially funny about all of this for me is the fact that Palpatine is fully aware that this girl shouldn't exist, but can't find a single piece of evidence about where she came from. He didn't start any experiments that could result in a female child, and he didn't have sex in that period of time, so where the hell--

Rey spends so much time in jail... BUT they do eventually assign her a Jedi Master. Possibly before she actually proves her evil grandfather is in fact evil. Most votes went to either Plo Koon or Obi-Wan. Plo, because he’s dad-shaped, and Obi...

"Obi-Wan, you already raised one feral desert child with implausible amounts of power, you handle this." Rey in return is very "Sweet, you vaguely remind me of Master Luke," and nobody knows who the hell she's talking about. Obi-Wan is NOT on board with this plan, she'd really be better off with Plo or like........ Mace.

Reunion Tour

What I need out of this is the eventual Finn and Rey reunion scene that is just excited screaming while someone in the background explains to Shaak Ti that yes this is apparently Palpatine's terrifyingly force-sensitive daughter who hates him.

(Finn senses Rey’s approach and just. Gathers the everyone to wait. He’s just :D REY MY FRIEND REY GUYS MY FRIEND REY IS COMING.)

Anakin shows up with Poe--just a guy who signed on to the military, no big deal--and then Poe and Rey are EXCITED and everyone's just like "Cool, how do you know this literal terrorist child?" And Poe has to scramble and "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh she saved my droid from a scrapheap once and BB-8 is basically my child so I owe her one."

Rey knows that Anakin ends up evil so she’s maybe not actively hostile but definitely very “I’m watching you.” That said, she vibes with him on a lot of things that he maybe doesn’t actively notice.

Rey picks up a snake, snaps off the head for venom avoidance, and starts biting off chunks. Obi-Wan's reaction: [undisguised horror] Anakin and Ahsoka: Ooh, where'd you find that? (Obi-Wan: And now I’m up to three feral children.)

What Does Palpatine Even Do?

OBVIOUSLY at a certain point, Palpatine is just phoning up every ally he has to figure out who broke protocol to synthesize a daughter for him.

So of course, Palpatine blame Plagueis.

She'd have been born five or so years before Naboo, just a few years younger than Anakin. It's such an EASY theory to build a conspiracy around. It is ENTIRELY WRONG, but it’s plausible! And anyone who might have been involved to say otherwise is probably dead!

A random bio-kid shows up you can’t possibly have contributed genes to? Maybe it’s the evil bio spark that did it.

Palpatine tries to placate her with the ‘my genes were stolen for an experiment and I didn’t know’ thing. It doesn’t work because her actual main complaint is he’s evil in her future but he tries.

It'd be a struggle to even get access to her, because of the aforementioned “maybe don’t try to talk to the daughter(?) that hates you” thing, but you know who Palpatine does have access to? The Chosen One.

Rey kind of decides on her favorites early on (she gravitates to Dad Energy and Sad Old Men so Plo and Obi-Wan are on her list, and that means decent time around Anakin and Ahsoka). It's really easy to talk Anakin into helping to some degree because "he'd like to connect to a daughter he never knew" and "a child of her power on a planet like that, you'd know her struggle, my dear boy" and so on. Anakin tries to connect! He tries to play up Sheev’s kind political work and how it can’t have really been his fault! It doesn’t work. Rey does not believe a word of it. Mostly she doesn’t even seem to hear him.

Rey's just like "...oh right, you're the melted mask that Kylo Ren was always ranting about," which means absolutely NOTHING to Anakin, but he mentions it to Palps, who loses his goddamn mind trying to figure out what she's talking about, because it also means absolutely nothing to him.

Here’s the thing: Rey’s already decided that Obi-Wan is cool, because Luke said so, and Plo Koon is dad-shaped, and she also gravitates towards earnest kindness in general, like she made friends with Finn real quick, so Ahsoka? Already getting along great.

She doesn’t dislike Anakin, really, he isn’t evil yet, he’s just... meh. She’s a little suspicious and she likes him less than the others but... Anakin.

Rey, to Anakin: You are my least favorite. Anakin, to Palpatine: YOUR DAUGHTER HATES ME???

And he goes from “she’s a lil standoffish” to “she doesn’t like me” to “she hates me” as is normal for Anakin.

It’s just an escalation of this one time Palpatine wants Anakin to not have rifts and trust issues with a person, at least not until later, because he needs information.

Meanwhile, that very moment, Rey is just like "huh, nobody here is listening to me about how make a sixth-hand carburetor work, where's Luke's dad?"

Anakin is venting to Palpatine about how hard it is to talk to Rey, and she's over in the Temple just like "Hey, that guy was useful last time, I should ask him," but also she only ever thinks of him as Luke's Dad.

(At one point, Obi-Wan is having a bit of a break down, and then Anakin starts having a breakdown about that, meanwhile the clones are (badly) trying to hide Finn behind their backs, Rey is watching Ahsoka practice and being like "I want two lightsabers," and Poe is trying to keep R2 from stealing BB-8 and Force Ghost Luke is just face palming in the background.)

(Rey deserved a saber staff, maybe one that can detach and turn into a jar’kai set. Possibly a pike. Mostly I just wish she got more chances to whack things with a big stick.)

[countrymusiclover]

10 - Sister's Plan

Part 11

Yoda's New Padawan

@tyrionsprincess30 @mrskenobi19

Suddenly we both just blurted out the weight on our chests, catching each other completely off guard. "I'm pregnant."

Obi-wan's POV

Hanging my mouth open in shock I slapped my hand to my forehead knowing that Anakin must be behind this. Even when he was a child I could see the way he looked at her. When we returned to the Temple he was so nervous about seeing her after years of being apart. Y/n and her sister just stand still for a few moments then ran to each other embracing the other in a hug with a huge grin. I smiled a small one myself at seeing her happy. Her smile is something precious that I get to see rarely. But I still hope that no one on the Council suspects anything from us. We would get thrown off the Council and have to turn in our lightsabers if they discovered us.

Y/n's POV

Wrapping my arms around my sister I was afraid about being pregnant. But it helps that she has to deal with the same thing as me. Finally we pulled apart and she runs a hand through her hair mumbling out with a nervous smile. "So he's the father and Anakin is the father of mine." I nodded understanding her words glancing to Obi, tugging him towards her by his wrist. He looked at his feet nervous but spoke to my sister with true words. "I never wished to hurt her, Padme. And I'm sorry I've been sneaking around with her." She shakes her head taking his hands in hers stills smiling up at the Jedi master. "I'm not mad, Master Kenobi. In fact I figured you two would get together for awhile. Anakin once said you're encouraged to love." I weakly smiled up at Obi who intertwined my hand with his own.

"We need to consider the risks of keeping the truth a secret. We'll need to find a way to hide the fact that we're pregnant." I explained to my sister unsure of what to do. Master Yoda is already suspicious of us. It won't be long before the rest of the Jedi Council follows. "Maybe we could go back to our home planet and raise our children there." Padme suggested taking a seat back on the long couch. I plopped down by her eyeing Obi who runs his fingers over his beard again. "It would do more harm than good. It would likely draw more attention to the both of you." Turning to face my sister I play with my fingers. "I need to talk with Master Yoda." Padme and Obi both whipped their heads my direction, mouths dropping opened in shock. Obi-wan stepped up softly speaking shifting from foot to foot. "Dear, are you sure that's the best option..."

Getting to my feet I run my fingers through my hair staring into his blue eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest locking gazes with me. I know he trusted Master Yoda, admiring his skills with the Force for many years. "I trust him Obi. I don't want to have to hide. It's not like we'll have a choice when I'm almost as big as a balloon." He sighed dropping his head seeing Padme eyeing him. She tucks hair behind her ear trying to stand tall. "I think it's a good idea. Yes the Jedi has rules but...surely every Master forms a connection with their padawan." He throws his head back hating to admit she had a good point. Taking his hands in my own I give him puppy dog eyes hoping he'll let me do it. "Please, Obi. If they make us turn in our weapons then that's what we will do. Then we will raise our child whenever we want."

Leaning up on my toes I kissed his cheek walking out the door. Heading towards the council room I remember the first time I met him inside that room. The day he asked me to become his padawan. "Age a concern it is not. Potential I see in you. Wise to take you on as my apprentice it is." Getting to my feet I bowed to him handing him back his lightsaber I voiced. "I accept, Master Yoda." Opening the door I see him standing by the window staring at a sunset. He turned to me and I bend down on a knee greeting him. "Master, I need to tell you something." He lifts his head standing in front of me declaring. "Explanation needed not. Know of you and Kenobi I already do." My nervous smile fell in shock as I feel my heart staring to race. Of course he knows. That's why he's called a Jedi Master.

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[sakurafairymage]

@angrypaperearthquake Thank you so much for encouraging me! Also sorry it took a while to finish, I started reading a good book and I'm not very good at switching between writing and reading yet😅 I hope you like it. It's my first time sharing one of my fics☺

Akagami no Shirayukihime fic

Obi x reader

Obi was out patrolling, it was dark and starting to snow. He shivered then stilled himself, this is training against the cold. He sensed movement behind him and tensed.

"Obi!" Y/n called running up alongside Obi.

He loosened up as soon as he heard your voice but you still notice it. You understand for you also have the same reaction to someone approaching you, that's how it is.

"Why are you out here so late, weren't you going to talk with mistress?" He asked.

"Shirayuki fell asleep and," you shrug. "I couldn't sleep."

He smiled that signature smile of his. "So you came to find me. Can't get enough of me, huh?"

You heart skipped a beat. How do you always manage to say what I'm thinking without knowing it?

"Everyone else is asleep so your my last option." You say playfully bumping his shoulder. Obi chuckles and you decide to try to catch a snowflake to hide the blush that's coloring your cheeks. A snowflake lands delicately on your gloved hand. Small and beautiful, a star and a flower and a jewel all in one. You fall into stride with Obi. Your breath comes out in clouds.

"The guards are fond of you. I heard them talking. 'Obi beat me at poker again!' 'Hahaha, just what you would expect from him, he's one of the best players I've ever played against.' 'That he is, and he's been a big help to us too.'" You reenact it for him.

"Ryuu and the little miss have done much more than I have."

You smile at his words. "That's not like you, Obi. Saying it so straightforwardly."

You walk in comfortable silence. There's rustling to your left and you tense. You hear a howl in the distance and it's echoed by the unseen creature to your left. Wolfs. They're beautiful creatures. I wish more people could see that instead of fear them.

"You've done a lot yourself." Obi said. Your surprised at his words.

"What makes you say that?" You ask.

"The little miss brags about you. About how good you are at taking care of people." He says.

"I'm not as good as Shirayuki." You say honestly.

"The little miss is quite something alright." He says with amusement.

You nod your agreement. You look up and see the half moon shining through a gap in the clouds. I really should get some rest. You think, but your reluctant to end this time with Obi. Just a little longer.

"Hey Obi, how did you get the scar on your forehead?" You inquire and point to your forehead.

"Why, this? I got it from a tiger I tried to trap."

"Fine, keep you secrets." You say playfully. You've got to leave it's getting late, you know it but you don't want to end your time together.

"It's getting late, I should head to bed."

"Okay, goodnight Y/n."

"Goodnight Obi," You start to turn away but stop. "And stay safe on your patrol."

He nods and waves as he's walking away. It's time to get ready for another day.

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Master List 2021

Headers made by the wonderful @melodytune​

SFW

Pushing It - Sometimes protecting the one you love it tough EDITED* Scared - Benimaru knows when she’s lying EDITED* Handle With Care - He wishes she would get mad. Not too mad though EDITED* Lady Beni - Shinra didn’t know that Benimaru had a girlfriend* Cry It Out - Benimaru comes home to Reader in distress* King of Glee - Benimaru can’t handle his drink EDITED* Jealous - Benimaru doesn’t like it when people get close to his crush* Making Friends - Benimaru isn’t too keen on Company 8′s visit* Relationship Alphabet - Two types of Reader* After you, no, After you - Beni and Konro can be polite sometimes.* Lullaby - Beni Can’t relax EDITED*

NSFW

Benimaru Alphabet Extended - NSFW EDITED* Bath House - Beni and Konro share their lover on a rare night off*

SERIES

Asakusa Crush - Benimaru’s never seen a girl like this before* Part Two (SFW)*,  Part 3 (NSFW)*

Red Flower of Edo -Benimaru can’t survive in a world she’s not in* Part Two (SFW)*

SFW

Ashes to Ashes - He’s glad she was there, with him, in the end* Treat Me Well - She’s always been there for him, now it’s his turn* Strong For Me - Being strong is hard EDITED* Papa Konro - Headcanons* Sharing - They have more in common than they thought* After you, no, After you - Beni and Konro can be polite sometimes.* Adoration - Konro loves her so much EDITED* Dammit Beni - Konro has too much faith in his Captain*

NSFW

NSFW Alphabet Extended - NSFW EDITED* Dangerous Game - Y/N wasn’t getting enough attention* Bath House - Beni and Konro share their lover on a rare night off* Just a Taste - Halloween Treat*

SERIES

Running Scared - Konro never meant to scare her off EDITED* Part Two (SFW) EDITED*

Gokai - There’s a new resident in Asakusa and she likes swords* Part Two (SFW)*, Part Three (NSFW)*

Apples and Oranges - Konro and Y/N invite Obi for playtime (NSFW)* Part Two (NSFW)*

SFW

Relationship Alphabet - Two types of Reader* A hug? - Joker isn’t sure what’s happening EDITED* Trick and Treat - Halloween Trick*

NSFW

NSFW Alphabet Extended - NSFW EDITED* Queen of Hearts - Joker thinks stalking is the same as dating*

SERIES

Little Lady - The rookie games was a busy day for Joker (SFW)* Part Two (SFW) EDIT*, Part Three (NSFW) EDIT*, Part Four (SFWish) EDIT*

Little Wound - It’s been a really tough year apart EDIT* Part Two (mentions of NonCon) EDIT*

SFW

So Cool - He’s not supposed to crush on his recruits* Second Chances - If you love them, let them go* Relationship Alphabet - Reader is a nurse paramedic* Lost in Translation - He likes her, she likes him - why’s she so shy?* White Lies - She hasn’t been completely honest with her Captain* Tough Recruitment - Obi’s never been rescued before*

NSFW

King and Father - She’s pregnant, But she still has needs* Obi Akitaru - NSFW Alphabet*

SERIES

Blind Spot - Sometimes Prince Charming is right there in front of you* Part Two (SFW)*

Apples and Oranges - Konro and Y/N invite Obi for playtime (NSFW)* Part Two (NSFW)*

SFW

Take Me Out - Hinawa gets a visit whilst in hospital* Hats - Hinawa has some odd quirks (SFW) EDITED*

NSFW

Making A Deal - Y/N wants to try something but it’s going to cost* Hinawa Takehisa - NSFW Alphabet* Black Lies - Some lies are too hard to keep*

SERIES

A Good Man - Hinawa wishes he wasn’t so frightening to the new recruit* Part Two (SFW)*

SFW

Relationship Alphabet - Two types of Reader* Clothes - Captain Burns helps with a zip EDITED*

NSFW

Coming Home - Leonard has many secrets in his life* NSFW Alphabet Extended - NSFW EDITED*

SERIES

SFW

NSFW

Prism - Sometimes sinning can be as pure as praying* Karim Flam - NSFW Alphabet*

SERIES

SFW

Foien Li - Relationship Alphabet* Faith - Sometimes you lose something to gain something* A Moment of Weakness - Sometimes temptaion can’t be ignored*

NSFW

Foien Li - NSFW Alphabet*

SERIES

SFW

NSFW

My Stars! - Rekka’s pretty excited about his girlfriend’s apartment* Rekka Hoshimiya - NSFW Alphabet* Sacrilege - It may be God’s house but not his God*

SERIES

SFW

Read My Lips - Communication is key EDITED*

NSFW

NSFW Alphabet A-C only - Part of the edited Alphabets*

SERIES

SFW

Assault On Her Heart - Assault’s not as oblivious as people think EDITED*

NSFW

SERIES

PERSONAL HEADCANONS

Cold Season - What happens when the boys get sick (SFW)* Dad Drabbles - Some Dad scenarios (SFW)* Driving Headcanons - What they’re like driving (SFW)* Hearing the baby news Headcanons - Surprise! You’re a Dad! (SFW)* Relationship Headcanons - How they react when they’re not Y/N’s (SFW)* Babysitting Headcanons - Are kids safe with these guys? (SFW)* Movie Headcanons - Movie nights are fun (SFW)* Heartbreak Headcanons - How they react when they’re not the one (SFW)* Death Part 1 - Obi, Hinawa, Benimaru react to losing Y/N* Death Part 2 - Burns, Konro, Joker/52 react to losing Y/N* Working Together - How they get on together* A to B Relationship - What it was like at the start vs Now* Pool Drabbles - It’s all fun and games* Ill Advised Part 1 - Konro, Beni, Joker; taking care of sick reader*

MY AU OC STORIES

OC Shinmon Kids in order

Circles and Crosses - Benimaru spends time with his daughter* Circles and Crosses and Heroes - Benimaru doesn’t like to share* Circles and Crosses and Buns - Beni’s Daughter wants to look nice* Circles and Crosses and Crosses - Hide and Seek is their favourite* Circles and Crosses and Siblings - Benimaru’s kids might be opposites but they protect each other*

Circles and Crosses and Blood - Do not mess with Benimaru’s family* Part Two (TBC)*

Konro x Benimaru

Breath of Life - Benimaru likes to remind Konro that he’s alive. NSFW* Selfish Boy - It doesn’t pay to piss off Konro NSFW*

[bellarkeselection]

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi - requests open

Jedi Savior - request from @tyrionsprincess29 Obi Wan falls for padme's sister. And he saves her from marrying the vic roy

Part 2 - requested by @tyrionsprincess29

Becoming my Daughter - Obi wan x female child reader where he finds an abandoned little girl in the middle of nowhere and takes care of her.

Make the world Ours - request from @chaoticdumbassrogue Obi wan imagine for the song rewrite the stars :)

Acting like Kids - request from @klarex Reader stole Obi's cloak and later the two of them share kisses

The Perfect Father - request from @tyrionsprincess30 Where y/n was watching obi wan teach little kids and later she tells him shes pregnant

Loss for Words around Her - request from Request from @meshlasolus Reader being very outgoing and talks a lot, and even though he's usually the same way, he gets all quiet and shy around her bc he likes her

Changing Jedi Order - Request from @groovy-lady Obi-Wan Kenobi and fem!Reader (who is also a Jedi) finally get married and the Jedi Order is surprisingly okay with it.

Obsessively in Love with You - Request from @klarex Obi-wan x reader where reader is a big fan of Star Wars and Obi. One day when she was watching Star Wars again she got teleported into Star Wars

Darling Cheer-Up - request from @klarex Obi-wan x reader where reader had a really bad and tiring week or few days and Obi comforts her

Kiss Training - request from @klarex Obi-wan who loves teasing reader. Like they are training and Obi gets closer to her almost kissing her and then pulled away to tease her.

I'm Always Here - Request from @shangchiswife Obi-wan breaks down crying in the middle of the night and reader comforts him

Cuddling Jedi - request from @klarex Obi-wan x reader obviously, is really clingy and cuddly all the time and her love language is psychical touch

Stuck with me Always - Request from @groovy-lady Obi-Wan Kenobi is married to fem!Jedi!Reader and he thinks she died during Order 66 but finds out she’s alive and in hiding on Tattoine.

You're Perfect Darling - request from @klarex Obi-wan and short reader. Where the reader is insecure thinking he might leave her

I'll Keep You Warm - request from @klarex What about Obi-wan with reader who is always cold

You Call Darling I'll Answer - Request from @klarex what about jumpy dancing in the rain with Obi-wan. Reader had a bad day and he is there to cheer her up😊😍

I Was Right!! - Request from @klarex Obi-wan and reader have a sweet moment alone and then Anakin walks in. He wasn't sure about them being together, just theories, but now he was 100% sure.

If We Were Stars - request from @klarex Maybe Obi-wan with a reader that find galaxy really beautiful and knows a bit about it

You're Hairs So Soft - request from @klarex Can I request a first time when reader played with Obi-wan's hair?

Now Isn't The Best Time! But Yes - request from @supernaturalgirl30 Obi wan shot where him and y/n have a fight and he just blurts out to marry him

Everything I Need Is In You - Anonymous ask Would love an Obi Wan x reader where maybe she's pregnant (or some family aspect) and is in danger or something?? Just would like a protective obi wan/ family

Our Little Kenobi - Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

Yoda - requests open

Han Solo - requests open

Jealous of a Princess - Request from @galaxyfxcs Han solo x jealous! Reader. Maybe of leia but like insecure

Pick Me or We're Over! - request from @scorpihoooe Reader and Han are arguing about his “womanizing” ways. Han angrily proposes to her to prove his point

The Perfect Co-Piolt - Request from Rebelmicheleamidala on Wattpad. Han Solo sees the reader's scars from a past battle and he kisses them when she is insecure about them.

Luke Skywalker - requests open

Cassian Andor (Rogue One) - requests open

He'll Always Rescue Me - Request from @reiya-djarin Cassian x reader pleas reader is taken and Cassian rescues her

Bickering with a Princess - Request from @frost-queen Cassian Andor request where they have this comic/ bickering relationship as a married couple. People  question why they are even together but in the end they would die for each other

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