#and qui gon didn’t realize

[saphronethaleph]

Negotiate Early, Negotiate Often

The unknown Sith lit his lightsaber, one end, then both, revealing it to be a saberstaff.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan activated their own lightsabers, then Obi-Wan frowned slightly.

“Just curious,” he said. “But what’s your name? I just realized I’m only thinking of you as ‘the Sith’.”

“My name is Maul,” the Zabrak replied. “Darth Maul. I am your end, Jedi.”

“Hmm, debatable,” Obi-Wan replied. “We don’t actually know yet and that’s the point of this lightsaber battle. As soon as we get around to starting it, anyway.”

He shrugged, twirling his blue saber blade around his hand. “But I’m curious, that’s all. Why now? After hiding for a thousand years, Maul… why now?”

“Now is the time to reveal ourselves to the Jedi,” Maul declared. “To take our revenge.”

“Right, there’s two Sith at any one time,” Obi-Wan agreed.

“...Padawan?” Qui-Gon asked.

“I’m negotiating,” Obi-Wan replied. “It’s sort of experimental. I’ll see how it works.”

He returned his attention to Maul. “But – well. There’s two Sith at any one time. There’s currently… what, ten thousand Jedi Knights, and about the same number of trainees and padawans? It’s a lot, is what I’m saying. And now we know you exist.”

Maul’s mouth had fallen open slightly, and he shut it with a scowl.

“You’re lying,” he said, shaking his head. “There can’t be ten thousand of you.”

“There very much can,” Obi-Wan answered. “Though I’m not a knight. I’m a Padawan. Qui-Gon is a Master, but he is also a knight.”

He reached into a pocket. “I’ve not got the names of all ten thousand, but my comlink has a few hundred comcodes programmed into it-”

Maul snarled, reaching out with his hand, and threw a piece of detritus at Obi-Wan with the Force. Obi-Wan immediately put his comlink back in his pocket, spun his saber, and sliced the object in half.

That seemed to get the battle going more generally.

“Is this how weak the Jedi are?” Maul asked, grinning, as they locked blades in front of one of the power cores.

“I’ll be honest,” Obi-Wan replied. “I’m not sure you thought through that whole bit about how we haven’t known you existed for a thousand years.”

Qui-Gon advanced, and Maul twisted to block both attacks at once. That turned into a slash aimed at removing Qui-Gon’s head, and Obi-Wan deflected the slash away with a swipe of his own blade.

“You see,” Obi-Wan went on, as the battle ebbed and flowed. “We haven’t had much in the way of enemies with lightsabers for a thousand years. Most of our work has been dealing with enemies who, at the most, have blasters – and generally speaking we aim to disable, not kill, unless killing is the only remaining option.”

“A sign of the weakness of the Jedi!” Maul laughed.

Obi-Wan blocked all three of Maul’s next attacks, flowing through the forms of Soresu with an easy grace. “Perhaps,” he said. “Or perhaps it’s a sign of strength. To kill someone when there’s an alternative is to take the easy way out – finding a solution that doesn’t require killing everyone who disagrees with you is harder, but more rewarding.”

Qui-Gon just sort of stood back, watching his Padawan and trying to look for an opening where he could help without promptly getting decapitated.

“Are you the Master or the Apprentice?” Obi-Wan asked. “Because if you’re the Master, then – I’ll be quite honest, I do question why you didn’t reveal yourself years ago, and why you’re acting largely as hired muscle.”

He shrugged, working it into his bladework as he deflected one attack after another. “And if you’re the Apprentice, then… again, why do you reveal yourself now? If you didn’t know there were that many Jedi, what’s your Master’s motive?”

“Stop! Using! Soresu!” Maul snarled, trying to force an attack through Obi-Wan’s defences.

“I’d rather not,” Obi-Wan told him. “We’re talking, aren’t we? I’d rather have the time for a discussion. But please, do think through what I’m saying. Why Naboo?”

“My Master handles politics,” Maul said, then scowled.

“Ah, so you’re the Apprentice,” Obi-Wan declared. “In that case, allow me to compliment you on your excellent skill with Juyo. If I weren’t using a purely defensive Soresu style I’d probably have been filleted by this point-”

Maul punched him in the face with the hilt of his saberstaff, and Qui-Gon stepped in with his green blade flashing to save Obi-Wan from a fatal blow.

“If you could stop annoying the Sith, Padawan?” he suggested.

“Negotiations are often fraught, Master,” Obi-Wan replied, picking himself up again and working in tandem with his Master. “You need to know about the other person before you can reach an acceptable compromise.”

“So, your Master handles politics?” Obi-Wan asked, through the glowing energy doors. “And he sent you here.”

“I don’t want to talk to you any more,” Maul said. “I’m going to kill you both.”

“And then what?” Obi-Wan replied. “Your Master tells you well done, and you go back into hiding, while the next time you face the Jedi Order we’ll have been preparing for it? What about this is worth it?”

“Revenge!” Maul snarled. “At last, we will get revenge on the Jedi!”

“Revenge for something a thousand years ago?” Obi-Wan asked. “...even Master Yoda isn’t that old.”

He shrugged. “What I’m trying to say is that – are you really getting what you want? Or are you following the orders of your Master?”

“I am trying to meditate, here,” Qui-Gon said, kneeling between two of the force fields.

“It’s still a legitimate question,” Obi-Wan replied. “If at least one of us three does have to die, then don’t we at least all want to know why? Maul’s Master sent him here for something, but we don’t know what. Does Maul know? Or is he just going where he’s sent, into deadly peril, where his Master hasn’t even told him how many Jedi there are?”

He lifted his gaze, to catch Maul’s eye. “Has he been told as little as possible, to make him a weapon instead of a person?”

Maul snarled, then the energy gates began to deactivate.

Maul and Qui-Gon immediately engaged in a duel, and as soon as the gates in front of Obi-Wan deactivated he sprinted forwards.

The last one activated just before he reached it, and he stabbed his lightsaber into the projection systems. The whole laser gate shorted out, and Obi-Wan followed through to join his Master in an attack on Maul – then reached out his hand, suddenly yanking on Maul’s saberstaff with the Force.

That threw the Sith off, and Obi-Wan destroyed the staff in a single blow.

“Sorry,” he said. “That was very Niman of me.”

Maul stared at the two glowing lightsabers pointed at him.

“...Jedi don’t kill prisoners, right?” he asked.

“If you’ve committed any crimes, then that might eventually happen,” Obi-Wan said. “But that would be up to a trial. I don’t actually think you’ve done any crimes except trying to run over Anakin with a swoop bike and one count of assault… so that probably wouldn’t happen, no.”

He glanced at Qui-Gon. “Does that sound right?”

“I’m not even going to interfere here, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon replied. “You’re clearly better at defensive negotiations than me.”

“Defensive negotiations?” Maul asked.

“Negotiations involving Soresu,” Qui-Gon explained.

“In that case…” Maul said, then paused. “I have a new person I want to get revenge on. He’s called Darth Sidious, and he did want a benefit from attacking this wretched place.”

He grinned. “He wanted to be elected Chancellor, using the sympathy for his own planet.”

Obi-Wan made an interested noise.

“Well,” he said. “That’s a very impressive revenge, achieved quickly. My compliments!”

[zz0mbi3]

𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒐𝒃𝒊-𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉���𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒆𝒅𝒊 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒐𝒃𝒊-𝒘𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫

Obi-Wan never wanted to find you pretty.

Obi-Wan never wanted to think of you as someone more than a mere mission. He never wanted to think of you as someone more than a political figure.

Yet, Obi-Wan wanted to think of you as someone just for him. 

The Jedi were strict on their rules. No falling in love. No connections other than the one to the Force and the duty they were pushed into from birth. 

Obi-Wan tried to remind himself of this, he forced himself to see reason, but reason didn’t agree with him. Reason argued.

'Is it truly so wrong to love someone? Is it truly so wrong to have connections? That was the danger of it, wasn’t it? That’s what the Jedi were keeping me from, falling in love?'

But Obi-Wan couldn’t help it.

Even as he stood at the doors of your throne room, he was reminded of how he was just a young boy, and you were just a young queen.

This distant planet he had found himself on, this vessel of new life he had never been acquainted with before, blessed by the paradise of your company. 

His fingers rested on the hilt of his saber, the metal warm from his skin. He kept his eyes on the ground beneath his boots. He was sure Qui-Gon would be back soon to excuse him for the night…but Obi-Wan didn’t want to leave. Not when you were sitting so peacefully in the throne room, someone for him to adore.

He lifted his blue eyes from the floor to once again look at you, his movements urged by helpless desire. 

You were a sight. He swore it on the grounds of his oath, he had never laid eyes on a beauty like you.

You were so mundane, just sitting on your throne, your legs crossed beneath your stunning silver gown. The fabric draped itself down the seat, the white of the tiles shimmering with the reflection of the fabric. It was as if you were swimming in a sea of glitter, and it brought out the lively shine in your eyes. 

His eyes raked over you, how your hair was pulled into a dramatic hairstyle, fitting around the crown on your head. His eyes lit at the moonlight dancing off your skin, a sight he had gotten used to when he realized that the sun never rose on your planet. 

When you turned your gaze away from the window, meeting his, he lowered his head again. His face turned bright red, burning with the shame of his disrespect to the Force and the fear that you would hate him for shamelessly staring. 

His chest nearly exploded when he heard you laugh softly instead. What a beautiful sound to him. He had always enjoyed soft sounds, ones that could war against the clashing of sabers during the war, the shooting of blasters that kept his thoughts occupied so often her barely rested. He could rest on the sound of your joy.

“You don’t need to keep your head bent like that, you know?” Your voice slightly echoed across the nearly empty room. “Unless you want to hurt yourself.”

He exhaled a laugh through his nose, his lips curled up in a smile. He brushed the padawan braid out of his face as he straightened up, still unable to meet your gaze.

“Perhaps I was trying to,” he jests, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn't sure. “Maybe I wanted to try something new.”

Once again the soft sound of your laugh ran through his ears and straight to his already racing heart. He smiled softly without trying to fight it.

“Perhaps you were…” You stood up in your seat, the skirt of your gown straightening with your legs, still flowing around you like a sea of stars. 

The closer you stepped to him, the more antsy he got. There may have been a chance that you were just preparing to leave the room. Though he wasn’t used to telling time on this planet, especially with the lack of sunlight, he was sure it was usually around the time you would retire for the night.

Instead, you walked over to the table at the side of the room, carefully pouring him a glass of Dorian Quill. 

His breath hitched when you held the cup out for him. 

“I shouldn’t-” He started, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, sweating. “I’m still on duty.”

You looked over at him with a calming smile, your head tilted to the side as if to ask if he truly believed that mattered to you. “One small drink won’t hurt you. Besides, I’m about to retire for the night. You won’t be on duty much longer.”

He wanted to be firm and insistent with you. He wanted to tell you no. But he didn’t. He walked over to you and took the glass from your hand, brushing his skin against the silver glove on your hand. 

“Thank you, Your Grace,” he smiled at you and bowed his head in respect, taking a careful sip of the alcoholic drink. 

“Oh, please, none of that,” you waved your covered hand at him in dismissal, sipping from a cup you poured for yourself. Somehow he had missed that. “No need to be so respectful, we’re equals.”

He coughed on his drink, swiftly swallowing the burning liquid down his throat. His eyes watered a bit, and he was reminded then that he had never drank before.

Qui-Gon would laugh at him, surely. 

“I beg to differ…” his voice comes out amongst wheezes. He tried to maintain composure, eager to not embarrass himself in your presence.

He was sure doing so would make him drive his own saber through his chest to save him from the pain of your judgment.

“I am the one guarding you, not the other way around.”

You simply hummed in response, and his heart spiked at the thought that he had offended you somehow. However, when your lips quirked into a grin once again, he calmed down once again. 

“I wasn’t the one who called for that order,” you shook your head at the thought. “I don’t need protection. Everyone else likes to think so. It’s idiotic. A true waste of Jedi talent to have them stand at attention all day and wait for the near-impossible chance someone wants to kill me."

He merely nodded. He wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe you didn’t want him there with you, maybe you wished he would leave. Perhaps his presence was making you feel as if no one trusted you to take care of yourself. 

'No, no, that's not true. She wouldn’t have given me a drink if you disliked his company.'

“I do, however, appreciate that they sent you.”

His face went pink with that statement. Did you appreciate him? His company?

“You flatter me, Your Gr-”

“On the contrary,” you cut him off, and he immediately shuts his mouth. He’d go quiet just to listen to you speak any day. “I’ve never met a Jedi like you. You’re so…calm, yet wise. I can look at you and see infinite knowledge behind your eyes and still feel as if you aren’t trying to best me.”

Oh, you were truly flattering him now. Building up his low ego, one he didn’t even know he wanted to be built up. Your words made a blush spread to his ears and he felt the back of his neck grow hot. He cleared his throat and placed his now-empty cup down on the table. 

“I am simply just well-trained,” he insisted, looking into your eyes. He tried to hide how difficult it was to pull his gaze away from you. It was as if you were a gravity pull that wouldn’t let go of him. “Truly, I owe everything to the other Jedi around me.”

“And so humble,” you praised. “I did get lucky when they gave me you.”

His heartbeat sped up once again.

You thought you were lucky to have him. You, the young Queen of a distant planet, thought you were lucky to have a lowly Padawan there to watch you.

He could almost hear the Jedi scolding him for his delight at that.

He was starting to not care about them.

“Well, I-” he stumbled on his words, absolutely flustered. “I’m not-”

You continued to smile at him, a sight that would occupy his dreams for days to follow. “You are. You’re not proud, you’re happy where you are. You don’t want more from your title…”

The words of praise from you were just stacking up in his mind, he was so overly happy that you were so observant of him, that you genuinely cared that he was there. 

Unfortunately, his heart sank in disappointment when your handmaiden stuck her head into the room, calling you to your chambers to prepare for bed. He lowered his gaze back to the floor, tapping his foot against the tile. 

“Your Grace-”

He was cut off when your lips pressed against his cheek, your gloved hand pressing against his opposite cheek to hold him steady. Your thumb brushed against his skin for a moment, and he smiled, showing some teeth.

When you pulled back, he gazed into your eyes for a while. His own were wide in shock and awe, his heart was so close to exploding. 

“Have a good night, Obi-Wan,” you said with one last kiss to his cheek and stepped away, the heels of your shoes clicking against the tile floor. “I hope to see you at breakfast in the morning?”

He nodded meekly, in a daze. He shook it off after a moment. “Anything you wish.”

You smiled softly and bowed your head to him, and he returned the gesture, hand over his chest. 

Thank the Force Qui-Gon wasn’t there to see how red his face was at the moment.

[cosmicmordecai]

Im so tired of the Ki-Adi-Mundi hate just because he is not in direct favor of some fandom favorites here:

It’s not crazy he didn’t believe Qui-Gon initially like DAMN that does sound crazy and unlikely if you really thought the Sith were dead for a millennia. This also ignores the fact that the Jedi Council believed his claim had merit , something FANDOM ignores in general because people were too focused the Council dared to tell True Jedi™️ Qui-Gon “no” on training Anakin & how “mean” they were to Anakin to realize Mundi was the one to point out the events undergone would draw out the Queen’s attacker (Maul) & Windu tasked Qui-Gon on unearthing the attacker & believed it was “the clue needed to unravel the MYSTERY of the SITH”.

It’s not his fault Ahsoka looked hella guilty & he believed it. It’s really hard not to say Ahsoka didn’t shoot herself in the foot when she went through all of Barris’s traps to make her look hells guilty, which included:

Killing Leta whole hiding her presence to implicate Asoka while having also told Leta prior Ahsoka would help her should she get in trouble before the operation to set her up.

Leading Ahsoka to escape a detention facility while making it look like she killed guards on her way out (mind you, it’s Clones making this call that she’s doing this) [Had Ahsoka stayed in it, she would of saved herself a LOT of the trouble she ended up in.]

Seen later conspiring with Ventress, a known war criminal with ties to the Sith & CIS. Like given Ventress wasn’t even of interest to the case initially, it literally didn’t help Ahsoka because it made her look even worse. Her only counter to that on trial was they had a “understanding”

She both resisted arrest & then was found in the same place that made the nanotech bombs used in the Temple bombing.

Like i’m sorry, I would of thought Ahsoka was guilty too if she weren’t a protagonist and we didn’t watched that unfolded . That is not Ahsoka or the Council fault because that was some methodical planning & improvising on Barris’s part, which is the real problem or one of the big ones on that arc.

Also, Mundi’s marriage is not the result of anything Lucas did when he was still spearheading nor is it involved in the actual canon stuff. The fact it’s dubious even in LEGENDS & never hinted in any of the big media should tell you a lot.And even if it was, its not a legitimate argument for Anakin. The Council in that alternate continuity gave that exception with caveats & expectations which Mundi adhered too under special circumstances involving birth rates, which is weird but a hella lot different situation then the notion Anakin can shoot his shot & be both married & adhere to Jedi commitments.

I mean really, Mundi is hated for daring to be a character whose idea contrasts other “favorited” protagonists & thinking he is a case of exceptionalism in contrast to someone who gets it way more often than he should.

[jetii]

Event Horizon

Chapter Two: Undeath

Chapter WC: 3,306

A/N: Posting this chapter very early bc I just really like it. I'm going to start posting weekly on Fridays from here! There are two more chapters in this prelude, and then it's time for Rex. But first, drama.

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Coruscant, 32 BBY

Grief is a strange thing.

It doesn't always hit you when you expect it to. Sometimes it's quiet, like a gentle wave, lapping at your feet. Other times, it's more like a tsunami, a torrent of emotions that sweeps you up and drags you down until you're drowning. 

Grief when you aren’t even supposed to be grieving, when no one around you believes anything to be wrong, feels like a betrayal, like a failure.

And when the ones you mourn are already gone without a trace, grief can feel like a punishment, like a knife in the heart, twisting and turning, making you bleed.

You'd always hated the saying, "time heals all wounds." The idea that time could erase pain, could fix things, was false, and cruel, and unfair. Pain wasn't fixed by time, and neither were the scars it left.

Time did not erase loss, or sorrow, or regret. It didn't lessen the ache in your chest, the empty hole where the one you'd loved, the one who'd shaped you into the person you were today, had once been.

That night after Qui-Gon’s funeral, you’d gone to bed hoping to find solace in sleep. But sleep wouldn't come, and as the hours passed, the pain in your chest had grown. The feeling was familiar, as familiar as the ache in your stomach and the burn of bile in the back of your throat. A thread wrapped tight around your lungs, squeezing until you felt like you couldn’t breathe, until the world started to blur and fade around you.

When you realized what was happening, it was too late to do anything. The thread snapped, the darkness rushed in, and the last thing you heard was the sound of your own voice, crying out in agony.

Yaddle was gone.

You’d felt it. The snuffing out of her life force, so inextricably tied to yours as every other Master and Padawan before you. The line of those you have connected with, those you have shared a part of yourself with, stretching back and back and back, had severed.

As you laid there on the hard stone floor of your bedchamber, it felt like someone had reached into your chest and torn out a piece of your very soul. It hurt. Force, it hurt. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle tensed, your teeth clenched so hard your jaw ached. It was like someone had taken the very thing that made you a Jedi and ripped it away.

You spent the next few hours trying desperately to rationalize what you were feeling. Yes, you were devastated Yaddle had left you behind, yes you had been unmoored by her decision to leave without a word to you, but she had not died. She couldn’t have. It was simply impossible.

Still, the pain wouldn't stop, and so you forced yourself to your feet, and stumbled to your datapad. The message you sent was brief, a simple question, and as the seconds ticked by, the dread in your stomach grew. Even though Yaddle hadn't responded, you held on to the faint hope that perhaps your datapad had failed to send the message and that you would hear from her soon.

But the days went by, and no response ever came.

By the time you were back on Coruscant, waiting outside of the Council chambers to hear the verdict on your permission to take the Trials, you could no longer deny what had happened.

Yaddle was dead, and the Force was a darker place for it.

The pain that followed was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. You didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to feel anything, really. All you wanted was to feel numb, to be able to function without the grief consuming you. To be able to walk the halls of the Temple without looking over your shoulder, hoping to see a familiar figure, one with big, kind eyes, and a reassuring smile.

So you had tried to meditate, had tried to center yourself, to connect with the Force, and release your emotions, the way Yaddle and Yoda and Qui-Gon had taught you.

But nothing seemed to work.

And the more you tried, the more frustrated you became. You had been told you were ready, and yet here you were, unable to complete even the simplest of tasks, the tasks every other Jedi took for granted.

You didn't understand it, why you couldn't seem to clear your mind or connect with the Force, and it wasn't long before you became angry.

And when the anger faded, the grief returned.

Over and over, the cycle continued, and you wondered, not for the first time, if you would ever be able to put this behind you. But how could you? The morning after you felt Yaddle pass into the Force, you demanded an audience with the Council. They'd denied your request, of course. Not just the once, but many times over. Until finally, the day before your Trials, they had relented and granted your wish.

But it hadn’t been the answer you'd wanted.

The Council had been sympathetic, but their minds were made up. They had seen no signs of the Dark Side on Coruscant, they'd said. Yaddle had left of her own volition and was certainly not dead, as you had suggested. And if she had truly been taken, the Council had argued, the Dark Side would have revealed itself.

So they had told you to calm down and get some rest.

But the truth was, you didn't want to calm down. You didn't want to rest, and you didn't want to forget. You wanted someone, anyone, to believe you and help you. You wanted to know the truth, and the Council had refused.

So you'd stormed from the room and gone straight to your own, where you had shut the door and locked it behind you. You'd thrown yourself on the bed and cried until your body ached, and you couldn't breathe, and your head throbbed.

And then, when the tears had run out, and the ache in your chest was gone, you had pushed yourself up and set about doing the one thing the Council would never approve of.

The one thing that might just get you thrown out of the Order.

You'd gone digging for answers.

The Archives were the logical place to start, and yet, the more you'd read, the more questions you'd had. So you'd gone to the Holocron vaults and spent hours watching the projections, learning everything you could about the Sith, about their history, and their methods.

The Council knew the Sith were responsible, and yet, they weren’t doing anything about it. It was infuriating, and as the hours passed, the frustration you felt toward the Council began to grow, and the grief lessened. You stayed up all night, reading and researching, until your eyes were dry and sore, and your head was pounding.

You didn’t care. You couldn't sleep, anyway, not until you'd figured it out.

When the time came to begin your Trials, Obi-Wan was sent to fetch you, Anakin in tow. You had no idea why, and frankly, you didn't really care. Obi-Wan had looked concerned and asked if you were okay. When you'd replied that yes, you were fine, and that he shouldn't worry, he hadn't seemed convinced.

You couldn’t blame him. You had looked terrible. You felt even worse.

But when he asked what was going on, you didn’t tell him the truth. The only thing you'd told him was that you'd spent the night before meditating. That was the truth, sort of. You had been meditating, just not on the things the Council would have wanted. 

Obi-Wan hadn’t believed you either, when you told him of Yaddle's death and what you experienced that night. He'd tried to comfort you. He'd told you he was sorry, but there was no doubt in his mind that she had left on her own accord. And then, the last words he'd said to you, the ones that had stung the most.

"It's the grief talking, my friend. I'm sure the Council is right, and Master Yaddle is very much alive."

But they weren’t right, and she wasn’t alive. They were blinded by their own beliefs, and it was infuriating.

So, rather than argue with Obi-Wan, rather than try and convince him to join you, you'd let him go and focused on the task at hand. You'd taken a deep breath, and put on a brave face, and walked into the chamber.

The Trial itself was a blur. Your body was numb, and your thoughts were scattered. It was a miracle you'd even managed to complete the tasks assigned, let alone do so with any amount of grace or speed. By the time it was over, you were exhausted. All you could think about was the Council, and what they were going to do about the Sith.

They'd done nothing.

Nothing, and now Yaddle was gone, and you were all alone.

As you stood before the Council, their faces a mixture of pride and disappointment, and Yoda informed you of your passing, you barely heard a word. They waxed poetic about how you'd grown into a fine young woman, a good Jedi, a credit to your Master and the Order. But all you could think about was how, if Yaddle had lived, she would have been the one to speak the words, and her pride would have shown in her eyes.

As the others filed out, congratulating you on your success, you remained where you were, staring at the empty spot where Yaddle should have been, her green eyes filled with joy, her face lit up by a smile.

But she wasn't there. She would never be there again.

When Obi-Wan and Anakin came over, you barely noticed. The boy was excited, congratulating you, telling you he couldn't wait for his own trials. He grabbed your hand and squeezed, and you managed a smile, but when you met Obi-Wan's eyes and saw the look of concern on his face, the smile faded.

He'd asked again, what was wrong. This time, the lie came easily, and you'd told him you were fine. Just tired, just overwhelmed.

And, for the first time, he'd let it go.

Afterwards, you'd been given a few days of reprieve, a few days to enjoy being a Knight, and prepare for the ceremony, the celebration, the speeches.

You hated it.

Everything reminded you of Yaddle, and the emptiness she'd left behind.

So you had thrown yourself into your studies, and spent your days and nights in the Archives, looking for something, anything, that would give you answers. But there was nothing. No mention of the Sith beyond what you'd already discovered, and no mention of her, either.

It was almost like she'd never existed.

Finally, the day of your knighting ceremony arrived.

Obi-Wan was kind enough to help you get ready, and for that, you were grateful. But the closer it came to the ceremony, the more anxious you felt, and when the time came, the two of you were almost late.

As you sat beside him and watched the others file into the hall, Obi-Wan had leaned in and told you it would be okay. That, whatever you were feeling, it was normal. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you drew blood, and you didn't say a word.

You were supposed to be proud. You were supposed to feel honored. Instead, all you felt was sick, and exhausted, and angry. 

You'd always dreamed of this moment. And yet, as Master Windu spoke, his voice ringing out in the silence, all you could think about was how this had been robbed from Yaddle. It was supposed to be her saber, not Master Windu's, and her words, not his, and her pride.

Mace was a good man and a great leader. You respected him immensely.

But he wasn't her.

You didn't remember much of the ceremony. All you knew was that it felt like a dream. A nightmare, really. When the room finally cleared, and you were alone, Obi-Wan approached. He asked, yet again, if you were alright.

This time, you're honest.

"I'm not," you tell him, shaking your head, your braid clutched firmly in your fist. "I'm not, Obi-Wan. I can't do this. I'm not ready."

Obi-Wan's eyes widen, and he takes a step back, shocked. You can see the hurt in his eyes, and the pity, and it makes your stomach turn.

"You're a Knight now," he replies, his voice filled with confusion. "The Council wouldn't have given you the title if they didn't think—"

"They were wrong."

He looks taken aback, his eyes searching yours. "You passed your Trials," he insists.

"It doesn't matter," you reply. The anger inside you starts to rise, and it feels like a fire, burning in the pit of your stomach. It's the same anger you've felt since the night Yaddle died. The anger that won't go away.

"What are you talking about?"

"None of this matters," you retort, sweeping your arm out, gesturing to the room. "Not if we're too blind to see what's going on, not if the Sith are right under our noses."

"You can't say that."

Your eyes narrow. "Why not?"

"Because it's treasonous," he snaps.

"I don't care."

"Well, you should."

You look down and take a shaky breath. It wouldn't do either of you any good to lose your temper.

"She's gone, Obi-Wan," you whisper. "She's gone, and the Council won't admit it, won't do anything about it, and it's not right. It's not fair. I...I can't just forget that."

Obi-Wan hesitates, and then, slowly, reaches out. You allow him to take your hands in his, and he gives yours a gentle squeeze.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

"I just want the truth," you admit, looking up and meeting his eyes. "That's all I want."

"I know." 

He lets go and steps back. You can feel the distance between you grow, as sure as if there were an actual, physical thing separating you, a wall that is rising up.

"Maybe...maybe the Council is right," he says quietly, his expression grim.

You recoil. A flash of anger, and then disbelief, and hurt, all cross your face, and your jaw clenches.

"Are you serious?"

"The Sith have not been seen in a millennia," he explains, and you can hear the regret in his voice. "If Master Yaddle had truly been taken, surely the Dark Side would have made itself known by now."

You scoff. "So you're saying you don't believe me?"

"No," he says, shaking his head, his brow furrowed. "I'm saying maybe you're jumping to conclusions. I'm saying maybe...maybe you're too close. You cared for her, more than most."

"And what's wrong with that? Are we not supposed to care, Obi-Wan?"

"Of course we are. But—"

"Then why are you—why are you saying these things?"

He hesitates, and then sighs.

"Because if there really are more Sith," he begins slowly, "and I do not believe there are, but if there are, we must remain focused. We can't afford to be distracted. To give into our emotions regarding our attachments.”

"Are you saying I'm not focused?" you ask, and the anger begins to rise again, the heat spreading through your body, making your face flush.

"No. But I am worried about you."

You turn away. "Well, don't be."

"You're not thinking clearly, my friend. You need rest. You've been going nonstop, ever since..."

You spin back, eyes narrowed. "Ever since she died, you mean?"

He winces, and his mouth tightens into a thin line. He doesn't meet your gaze, and instead looks down, his shoulders tense.

"I'm not giving up on her," you declare. "Not now, not ever. I'm going to find the people who did this, and I'm going to make them pay."

Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. He shakes his head, and you realize then just how angry you sound. How dangerous, how unstable. You hadn't meant for it to come out that way, but there it is. The truth, laid bare before you.

When he opens his eyes, the disappointment in his expression is clear.

"We have a duty," he says carefully. "A responsibility. To the galaxy, to the Order."

"A duty?" you snap. "To do what, exactly? Sit around and do nothing? To ignore what's happening, pretend that nothing is wrong?"

"Of course not."

"Then what?"

"Our duty is to the Republic," he replies. "And to the people, to keep them safe."

"And what if the Republic is corrupt?"

Obi-Wan takes a step back, and looks at you. Really looks, his gaze boring into you. You can see the hurt in his eyes, the confusion, the disbelief. He's searching for the answer, the solution, the right thing to say to talk you off the precipice you find yourself standing on, and you can't stand it. You don't want him to tell you it's okay, because it's not.

"Why are you doing this?" he asks, his voice low, his tone pleading. "Why are you pushing me away?"

"I'm not," you insist. "I'm just...I'm trying to do what's right. I'm trying to get to the bottom of this."

"By betraying the Order?"

"It's not a betrayal if I'm right," you retort.

"The Council has already spoken. They don't believe there's any merit to your accusations. Are you saying you disagree?"

"I'm saying I need to find out the truth for myself."

"How?"

You falter, and the anger ebbs, replaced by something else, a mixture of guilt and fear, and a little bit of shame.

"I—I'm not sure," you admit, and the words hang between you.

For a long moment, the two of you stand in silence, neither one moving, neither one wanting to break the stillness.

And then, Obi-Wan sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. "Well," he says quietly, "when you figure it out, let me know. Until then, I have my own responsibilities, and I can't afford to waste any more time."

"Obi-Wan," you reach for him, but he steps out of your reach, and turns toward the door.

"It's alright," he says, and despite the kindness in his voice, there is a hard edge to his words. "You've always been different, but the Council didn't take that into consideration. Perhaps they shouldn't have passed you, after all."

You flinch, and your mouth falls open, shocked. You're speechless, and as the words sink in, your heart sinks with them.

"That's not fair."

"Neither is the truth, evidently," he retorts, and turns away, walking briskly across the room.

Obi-Wan doesn't stop, and doesn't look back, and soon he's gone.

Alone, in the dimly lit room, with only the hum of the lights overhead and the faint sound of your trembling breaths, you feel a sense of loneliness like you've never felt before.

You are alone, and it is the Council's fault, and it is the Sith's fault, and it is Obi-Wan's fault, for not believing you, for not listening, for walking away.

Angry tears blur your vision, and you blink rapidly, willing them to disappear. But they won't, and before you know it, they're streaming down your cheeks. You wipe at them furiously, your cheeks burning, and your throat tight.

You have never felt more helpless in your entire life.

The darkness is creeping in, and you know that, soon, it will overwhelm you. You don't want to feel the pain, the grief, the betrayal, and the anger. You want to feel something else. Anything else.

You want to feel numb.

And there is only one place where you know you can do that.

So you pull your hood up, and step into the night.

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[queer-irritator]

Mkay, for Kenobi I feel like we always skip over how much potential there is for Padawan!Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader.

Kenobi (bless his soul) had his heart broken by when the mission was over and didn’t know how to handle it, so he goes to his closest friend since a youngling; reader. (It could be fem. Reader, but it doesn’t have to be, that’s just what I identify as 😊.) And they both develop a little crush on one another over time. And from there they both just love one another as “friends”, until the end of ROTS when they realize they can’t be without one another.

Hopefully this feeds your mind :)

I love this!! I love it so much that this has to be two parts! Not sure if you wanted smut, but I threw a little in there ;) Also not proof read bc it's me

CW: Smut, fluff, afab anatomy, no gendered language, alcohol references, hurt/comfort

Word count: 3,238

Part 1

You met Obi-wan on your first day in the Jedi temple on Courscant, he was the first person to really become your friend, even though he was two years older than you. You would always find a spot next to each other during Master Yoda’s training and lessons as younglings. There were a handful of times the two of you were given a talking to from multiple different Masters after you “disturbed the class”. To be fair, it was mostly you being disruptive, and Obi-wan giggling at your antics. Eventually you both learned your lesson to stay focused during training after it was hammered into your head enough times. As you grew older together you would sneak into each other’s sleeping quarters to goof off. 

By the time you were 12 you had gotten into a routine of having Friday night hang-outs together. Switching whose room you snuck off to every other week, you hoarded snacks from the week for your night together. One week in particular you had convinced him to watch one of your favorite movies. 

“You’re gonna love it!” You assured the boy next to you, elbowing him in the side playfully.

“I don’t see how that’s possible…” Obi-wan sighed dramatically and leaned his back against the wall of your bed. 

You rolled your eyes and opened three different bags of snacks you have been hiding, Obi-wan’s hand immediately dove into the first bag you opened. After starting the movie on your holo-projector you mirrored his position and began to munch on your snacks. 

The comfort and consistency of having Obi-wan by your side became so familiar, so when he came to tell you he was going away on a mission, the shock took your breath away.

“I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Obi-wan admitted, lowering his gaze from your eyes to the floor. 

The stinging behind your eyes and the burning in your throat threatened an incoming flood of tears. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. If you were to speak you knew you would just end up crying. 

He finally glanced up at you. He could almost feel his heart break seeing the well of tears in your eyes.

He softly called your name, eyebrows knitted together in concern. He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, and you instinctively clung onto him and sobbed into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized between sniffles, it was embarrassing that he was seeing you like this. You weren’t aware of it at the time, but he had his own tears trailing down his cheeks. 

“Don’t be sorry.” He blinked away his tears and let go of the hug to look into your eyes, “We’ll talk everyday, even if it’s just a binary message, okay?” 

You nodded as you used your sleeve to wipe your tears and snot. You knew this day would come, Obi-wan had turned 15 and been training as Qui-gon’s padawan for two years now. It was time for his first mission off-world. 

Qui-gon approached the doorway to your room where you and Obi-wan stood saying your good-bye’s. 

“It’s time to go, Obi-wan.” He spoke calmly.

“Yes, Master.” He replied obediently. 

He gave you one last hug and exchanged one last good-bye before he turned around and walked out your door.

For the first few weeks, you had both kept your promise to talk everyday. But, life started to get in the way. You became a padawan, assigned to Plo Koon and Obi-wan was becoming more engrossed in his mission. You still made time to chat a few times a month, but it wasn’t as often as either of you would have liked. 

Obi-wan ended up staying on his mission for over a year. He would frequently talk to you about the Dutchess Satine he and his Master were protecting. You could tell by the way he talked about her that he thought of her as more than a friend. Whenever you would elude to the fact that he obviously had feelings for her his face would flush and he would change the subject. 

You could hide your jealousy, but you couldn’t deny it. You never thought of Obi-wan as anything other than a friend until you realized you didn’t have him so close to you anymore. When you came to realize Satine wasn’t just a crush he would get over, you began to explore your own romantic interests. Often times you would just make up stories of someone you liked or held hands with just to see how Obi-wan would react. He always seemed happy for you, but his smile and words didn’t always match what his eyes showed. 

One night you were reading a book in your bed when you heard a soft knock at your door. You closed your book with a sigh and pushed yourself off the bed to answer your door. 

“Yes?” You spoke before you could fully take in who was standing before you. 

It was Obi-wan. He surely seemed to have grown a lot for being away for just a year. He looked older, of course. But he also seemed wiser, like he had gone through many hard lessons. Before he could speak, you engulfed him in a death-grip of a hug. 

“You’re back!?” You exclaimed, clinging onto him like he would disappear if you let go. 

His arms softly returned your embrace and he rested his chin on your head. 

“I’m back.” he confirmed. 

Sensing something was off, you gingerly let go of him and looked into his eyes, searching for an answer to your unspoken questions. Becoming more in tune with his emotions you sensed a deep sadness and loss. 

“What happened?” Your voice had lowered, afraid that something terrible had happened on his mission.

“I couldn’t do it.” He returned your same tone of softness. 

“Do what?” Your brows furrowed together in confusion and concern. You gently led him into your room, the door automatically closing behind him. 

“I couldn’t leave the order… For Satine.” He finally admitted, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. 

A sad sigh escaped your lips as you sat next to him, your knee brushing against his. You knew how deeply he cared for Satine, how much pain he must be in. But part of you couldn’t help feel some relief. You decided that you were relieved no one was dead or seriously harmed, not that you wouldn’t be losing Obi-wan. 

“I’m so sorry, Obi.” You placed your hand on his back and gently rubbed small circles with your hand. 

He was hunched forward, head drooping down and you saw a tear fall from his cheek and leave a wet stain on his clothing. As your heart broke in two, you pulled him into another hug. 

Obi-wan wrapped an arm around you but had pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” You repeated yourself, your voice barely audible. 

He lifted his free hand to cup the side of your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek. Before you could question his actions, his lips were connected to yours. In any other situation you would be ecstatic to be sharing your first kiss with the boy you grew up with. The boy you had been unknowingly longing for since you very first met. But his kiss felt desperate, insecure, and it was laced in pain. You were frozen for the few seconds his lips were on you. When he had pulled away he looked terrified. 

“Obi-wan…” You began, but were cut off by more tears falling from your best friend’s eyes. 

All you could do was wrap your arms around him, and this time he just fell into you, sobbing. You placed a hand on the back of his head to hold him closer while shushing him and telling him it was okay. 

You held him in your arms all night until he eventually fell asleep. You stayed awake for a few hours switching between rubbing his back and stroking his head.

The next morning he tried to apologize for his actions, but before he could find the words to get out you were shaking your head and telling him not to worry about it. That was the last time you spoke of your kiss, but definitely not the last time you thought about it. 

-

Time marched on, Obi-wan came to terms that his feelings and attachment to Satine could not progress if he were to continue his Jedi training. The two of you followed this trend of hurt and loss followed by getting too close to each other. Despite the two of you agreeing that you wouldn’t share anymore kisses or stay awake until the early hours of the morning holding each other, it never failed to occur. One of you would be hurting and seek the other out for comfort, but in the feelings of despair and lowness, you clung to each other in ways you both knew you shouldn’t. It was always just short kisses, holding hands, laying in bed together, until Master Qui-gon had died. You didn’t think it would be possible to see Obi-wan in more pain than after leaving Satine, but you were sadly mistaken.

It was a few weeks after he died, everyone was beginning to settle into the new normality of life without the Master’s presence. And Obi-wan was once again knocking at your door late in the evening. Usually when he came to see you this time of night he couldn’t sleep or had an extra hard day. 

“Come in.” You called as you closed your holo-screen. 

You were studying for your trials to become a Jedi Knight, specifically a Jedi Investigator. Obi-wan had gained the rank of Jedi Knight after defeating Darth Maul, excusing him from performing the trials, and rightfully so. Everything had changed so drastically in a such a short amount of time. Qui-gon was gone, Obi-wan defeated a sith, became a knight and gained a padawan. 

“Still studying so late?” Obi-wan questioned you.

“Yeah, well not everyone is as naturally gifted as you are, Jedi Knight Kenobi.” You teased him.

He chuckled, but you could tell he had an especially mischievous demeanor to him tonight. 

“What are you up to?” You raised an eyebrow at him out of suspicion. 

“Oh, nothing.” He eluded your question as he walked around your room casually, “I was just curious if you’d like to get a drink?” 

You smiled at him, but held your suspicion, “Sure… is that all you were curious about?”

“Maybe.” Is all he said to you as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, observing your movements.

You rolled your eyes and slipped on your shoes, “You’re a dick.” You said, elbowing him in the side before leading the way out of your room. You could hear his chuckle as he trailed behind you. 

The two of you walked to a hotel a few blocks away that had a nice bar and restaurant in the lobby. Obi-wan led the way towards the bar and ordered the both of you a drink. You leaned against the bar, using your elbow to prop yourself up slightly.

“So, how has Anakin been doing?” You initiated the usual small talk.

“Very well, actually. He’s a quick learner.” Obi-wan casually bragged about his new padawan.

“I’m not surprised, he has a great teacher.” You smiled at him as a droid set down your drinks. 

You handed one of the glasses to Obi-wan and clinked your glass with his lightly, “To new beginnings.” You toasted and took a healthy gulp of your drink.

Obi-wan nodded in agreement and mirrored your actions, “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about tonight.” 

“Mh, is that so?” You questioned him, continuing to sip your drink. You could notice that he had more of a nervous energy now that the conversation topic had switched. 

“Yes, but I might need another drink first.” He chuckled slightly, finishing his drink. 

You were starting to become suspicious of what was on his mind. Could he be trying to get up the nerve to tell you he was leaving again? 

“What’s going on, Obi? You know you can talk to me about anything.” You set your empty glass down and placed your hand on his shoulder. 

He took a moment to order another drink before turning his attention to you, “I know. I’ve just been thinking… about us.” 

A puzzled look came over your face, “What do you mean? What about us?” 

You felt your heartbeat start to increase. All you could imagine was him telling you that you two were two close and it was against the Jedi code. That you can’t have a friendship any longer. Obi-wan downed the shot he ordered as soon as it was set on the table. It must be bad if he can’t even talk to you sober. 

He lowered his voice slightly, “How we go to each other at our darkest times… You’ve always been there for me.”

You gave him a sweet smile, “Of course, you’re there for me too. That’s what friends are for.”

“See, that’s the issue. I’ve been thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t… More than a friend.” He had been inching closer to you. 

A blush crept onto your cheeks. The intimate moments you’ve shared were never something you discussed outside of the heat of the moment. It was the unspoken rule you had. But, Obi-wan did seem to be breaking all types of rules lately. 

When you didn’t give him any response besides staring into his piercing blue eyes, he moved even closer to you and placed a hand on the bar so it was gently on top of yours.

He leaned close to your ear and whispered, “I want you.” 

Suddenly your throat seemed dry, you had to clear it before you could get any words out, “I want you too.” 

He didn’t hesitate to plant a soft kiss on your lips. You moved your lips against his as your eyes fluttered closed. Whenever you felt Obi-wan’s body against yours, it felt like home. Like you could finally breathe and relax. He pulled away too soon for your liking.

“I got a room upstairs.” He informed you, resting his forehead against yours. 

You nodded as a grin spread across your lips, “Okay. Let’s go.” 

Before that night, the two of you had never had any sexual contact. There had been a few times Obi-wan got a boner in the middle of a heavy make-out session, but that was when you two would stop and he would be too embarrassed to stay in your presence any longer. It was a line the two of you had always been too scared to cross. Not because of each other, but because of the Jedi code, or if someone else would hear or see you. But tonight was different. It was perfect in its own, very Obi-wan way. There were some awkward moments at first and Obi-wan was uncharacteristically clumsy at times. But once you were both naked and he was on top of you, things came naturally. 

“You’re sure this is okay?” It must have been the tenth time Obi-wan was asking you.

“Yes, I’m sure.” You assured him as he was leaning over you, slightly sticky with sweat and concern plastered on his features. 

“Because I can stop if you’re not sure-” He began again, but you interrupted him by placing your hands on the side of his face. 

“Obi-wan Kenobi. I would very much like to have sex with you. I’m very ready and I’m very sure. If you are too, can you please put your dick in me.” You were staring into his eyes with every word you said. 

He chuckled slightly as his head dropped down, but then he nodded, “Okay.” 

He carefully guided himself and pushed through your entrance. You let a moan out as the feeling of his cock stretching and filling you up consumed all your senses. Obi-wan placed one hand on the side of your hip and used the other to hold himself up as he set forth a slow rocking motion. 

He experimented with different angles and quickly learned by the sounds you made and how your nails raked across his skin which ones worked the best. As the true gentleman he is, he spent most of the time making sure you were thoroughly satisfied. It wasn’t until you began to encourage him that he focused more on his own pleasure. 

As you were recovering from your third orgasm, you spoke up, “It’s your turn now, Obi.” 

Your chest was rising and falling heavily, your hair a mess from the pillows and Obi-wan’s hands, and a dark red flush across your face.

“But you look so beautiful like this. I don’t want it to end.” He protested, planting soft kisses on your neck and chest. 

You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair that he had recently started to grow out, “You can’t have all the fun.” 

You sat up and switched your position so you were on top of him now. 

“Oh, this should be fun.” He chuckled and rested a hand on your thigh and rubbed your skin gently with his thumb. 

“Just you wait.” You teased him as you slipped his cock back into you and began to rock your hips back and forth. 

You could tell he liked it by the way he shut up and tightened his grip on your thigh. This encouraged you to go faster and you held onto his forearm to help keep your balance. 

“Oh, stars.” He was almost whimpering as he watched you ride him. 

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, he used his free hand to rub circles on your clit. You were both a moaning mess as you continued to please each other. It took everything to keep your eyes on Obi-wan, you wanted to see him come undone beneath you. It didn’t take much longer as you felt his cock twitching inside of you and Obi-wan’s eyes squeezed shut and his eyebrows knit together as he reached his orgasm. The sight alone would have been enough to get you off, but his thumb was still rubbing your clit when you reached your final orgasm of the night. 

After taking a moment for both of you to come down off your highs, you lifted your shaky legs and collapsed next to Obi-wan. He puts his arm around you and turned his head to kiss you on the forehead. You instinctively scooted closer to him and curled up against his side, hand resting on his chest. It was the first time neither of you felt guilt creeping into your minds. The first time there was no ‘We shouldn’t have done that’ or ‘It can’t happen again’. 

The two of you had come to the very delusional conclusion that you weren’t in violation of the Jedi code on two conditions. One, that you weren’t in a commited romantic relationship together, and two, that it didn’t become something you did regularly or often. It would be casual, beneficial even. Two friends and co-workers helping each other relieve stress. Of course it would remain a secret, but not because it was wrong, because your friendship was no one else’s business but yours. 

A/N: I'm gonna do my best to have second part up real soon 🫡

[fanfic-obsessed]

Merge the Timestream AU.

This came about because the amazing @bitter-chocolate-stars muse for the AU idea Merging the TimeStream flew out and bit me.  I would highly recommend reading it first, because it is awesome and I could not do it justice.

Now onto the madness. 

It is a mission to a Force Temple, old enough that no one knows which side of the Force it was for (or if it was for a specific side).  There were rumors that there was an ancient artifact that could change the tides of the War, so The 212th and the 501st were dispatched to get it before the Separatists. 

Five people went into the final chamber to search(There was a description of the artifact in the temple. Only four words had been able to be translated-Past, Present, Future, and Knowledge): Obi Wan Kenobi, Anaking Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Commander Cody, and Captain Rex.  

It was these five people who were caught by the artifact.  Each of these five were split into three. The present version of themselves, a future version, and a past version. 

I bet you all can see where this is going. 

Obi Wan’s past version is from Melida/Daan, two days before Cerasi died. The future is Old Ben, coming directly from his own beheading on the Death Star. 

Anakin’s past is nine year old Anakin, hours before he would meet Qui Gon Jinn and Padme Amidala for the first time.  The future is Vader (I hope none of you are surprised), a month after he cut off Luke’s hand, and just after he fully realized that it meant his and Padme’s child had always lived.  

Ahsoka’s past is three years old, just Found by Plo Koon. Her future is Rebels Era Ahsoka, aka Fulcrum, before she found out that Vader was Anakin.  

Rex’s past was a physically four year old cadet, the only survivor of his batch (who were decommissioned because of their blonde hair mutation-Rex’s scores were so high that he was kept). The future is Old Rex, post Empire (I always headcanon that Rex survives to see the end of the Empire because of spite).

Cody’s past is ARC Trainer Cody, after the war had started but before he was assigned to be Obi Wan’s commander. His future had just deserted the Empire and doesn’t even know about the chips yet. 

Frankly it likely would have been better if one or more of those people had arrived unconscious. Alas this was not to be. 

Upon arriving, Little Ahsoka immediately started crying to the visible concern of both Cadet Rex and Child Anakin (both were concerned about punishment at the noise). Before anyone could even think to do anything, Vader pointed a dramatic finger at Old Ben and went ‘You’ and followed up with ‘Why didn’t you tell me my son lived?’

Old Ben caulked his head, ‘Even leaving aside I thought I had left you for dead for a decade, Darth, why would I trust you with your children after the march on the temple?’

Now Darth Vader rocked back on his heels, “Children?” and then a moment later “Leia Organa”

Old Ben sighed deeply, ‘Surely we can both agree that the fact you tortured your daughter does prove me right to keep them from you.’

‘I cut off Luke’s hand too’ Vader said absently

Old Ben just buried his face in his hands.

Now all of this was with the background tune of little Ahsoka still crying.  Former padawan Obi Wan is the one who reaches her first, and picks her up, smoothly herding Cadet Rex and Child Anakin behind him, away from the adults in the room.  Former Padawan Obi Wan is radiating a vicious, desperate protectiveness. 

The movement caused Old Ben to look away from Vader at the rest of the room. His brow furrows. He looks back at Vader, “Do you remember this?”

Vader’s black mask turns to take in the rest of the room, his breath rasps somehow louder than the crying Ahsoka. At last he says ‘I do not’.

Post Empire Rex snorts and says, with an unimpressed deadpan ‘It is probably Force Shit’. 

It takes another half hour to get any kind of semblance of calm and start to piece together what is going on. In spite of the fact that neither Old Ben, nor Vader want to admit who they are (for different reasons), no one in the room is actually stupid. 

There is a moment when Rex is obligated to give Old Ben shit for the fact that he told Luke that Vader killed Anakin Skywalker, to which Ben responds ‘I was just passing on what he’ points at Vader, ‘told me’.

At another moment Fulcrum throws up her hands and shoes at Old Ben ‘I thought you were dead, again. Why didn’t you tell me you survived.’ Old Ben blinks at her, ‘Leaving aside I also thought you were dead, my dear, for the last decade I have had the single highest bounty in the empire’ Old Ben looks to Vader, who nods solemnly after a moment, ‘I would have thought that would be telling.’ Fulcrum actually pouts and mutters, ‘I thought that was a plan by the Rebellion to draw Vader’s attention.’

There is just…so much trauma in this room. Like it is possible that this group has the highest concentration of trauma in the entire galaxy. 

Deserter Cody appears to be having multiple concurrent panic attacks, his face swinging between Old Ben and General Obi Wan almost constantly. Between the residual guilt of having his general shot at, the horror of the long held belief that Cody had caused Obi Wan’s death, the combination of relief and horror at the news of the chip in his head, the combination of relief and confusion at Old Ben (who is proof that Obi Wan Kenobi did not die on Utapau), the confusion of being confronted with two other versions of himself all culminates in the fact that Deserter Cody is going through some things. 

ARC Trainer Cody is going through less, mainly horror at the chips. He is also very much a shiny as far as his reactions to the Jedi are concerned.  He is confused at being transported from Kamino, and does not know if he was transported to the future or they were tanspote to the past.  Frankly by all measures ARC trainer Cody is one of the most stable people in the room. 

Current Cody is sure that his younger self should not meet any members of Ghost Company on the basis that he would never live it down. He is also facing the horror of the chips, confusion at the triplicatation that is going on. His horror is that much deeper than his younger self because he knows and cares for Obi Wan (Light CodyWan for the win).  He is also quite worried for his older self. 

Melida/Daan Obi Wan is still not sure if he is willing to let any of the adults in the room near the other children. He is also doing slightly better with the fact that he grows up to be a general then the fact that he went back to the Jedi. He is also very much a child soldier with all the trauma therein.

Old Ben is not sure if this would be his heaven or his hell. On the one hand he could feel in the Force that he was before Order 66, all the lives he had felt snuff out were alive and well.  On the other hand, there were three Anakins in the room, at least one of which hated him. Also he thought getting beheaded would get him out of dealing with more Skywalker BS.  

General Obi Wan Kenobi is more than a little horrified. His connection to the Unified Force means that he is perceiving echoes of Order 66 through the future counterparts AND the variety of trauma that exists in the younger counterparts simultaneously. In addition, both his younger self and Anakin’s younger self are each triggering unresolved trauma.  

Padawan Commander Ahsoka Tano is staring at her older self in awe, when she was not staring at Vader in horror. She has also been herded to one corner of the room by Former Padawan Obi Wan, despite the fact that she is 16 to his 14. 

Fulcrum makes the decision that she CANNOT deal with the Vader/Anakin revelation at this point and is blocking it out. Instead she is staring at Old Ben. And glancing at her younger self, wondering how much being Anakin’s padawan had damaged her view of the Order. 

Little Ahsoka has calmed, now that she was securely held by a warmer than average Cadet Rex. 

Post Empire Rex is so, so done. This was supposed to be retirement. Being dragged back to the clone wars is not retirement. It was nice to see Fulcrum again though.

Cadet Rex is the definition of stress. He is not sure what test is going on, nor who these new trainers were but he would not fail. 

Captain Rex is not sure what to do with the proof that he would survive the war.  Nor the fate of his general as he stares at the tall black clad being. 

Darth Vader, in addition to all the issues he always carries, is looking at his younger self covetously. Had he had a way he would have tried to possess his younger self, who has everything he wants. At the same time he wants to sit this younger version down and tell him exactly how to avoid everything that Vader is (It should be noted that Vader has no idea how to avoid all that Vader is). He is also boiling angry at every version of Obi Wan, though distantly looks at the little angry version and wonders if this was a way to get his brother back.  The knowledge of Luke’s survival is drawing him back toward the single selfless thing he has done in decades, but he is still very much a Sith. 

Child Anakin is deeply confused and frankly ecstatic that he hasn’t blown up yet. It is very clear they are not on Tatooine and nowhere near Watto. He is also not impressed that he somehow escaped slavery only to become enslaved again (in his perception Vader is also chip controlled and thus enslaved).

General Anakin Skywalker is freaked out by Vader, who is radiating a weird greed at him, and also by the implications of everything the future people have said. He is also heartbroken over Palpatine being evil (even Vader agrees, in his own way, that Palpatine is evil). Everything strikes deep enough that Anakin actually decided he needed a therapist (There is something about the casual way that Vader talks about torturing Anakin and Padme’s children that cements that decision).

It turns out that the Artifact is the entire temple, so removing it is not feasible. 

Like in the original idea, I am not sure if the past and future versions find themselves eventually returning to their own times, or if they are stuck in the present. Though there is something that is amusing about the Jedi now having to deal with three of each of these five people, one of which is a Sith. Particularly since Vader both wants to kill them all and wants to protect them all (to prevent Anakin’s Fall).

It does change so many things though.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

hiiii! congratulations on your milestone!! i love your blog <3

for jukebox roulette, the song kiss & tell by idkhow is one of my favorites of all time and gives me major obi-wan feelings. maybe a lil fic for him? :) thank you, love u

Hiiiiii! my lovely @creatureoftheunderworldd

Thank you so much for loving the blog.

I hope I did your song justice. I have never heard of this song or this group, and thank you so much for introducing them! I LOVE THEM!

I hope you love this. It's a prequel to How Long Will I Love You?

Love oo

Kiss & Tell

Warnings: heartbreak, unrequited love, dealing with feelings, sneaking out, I think that's it, if I miss anything please let me know.

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Qui-gon spent all morning looking for you, and when he finally found you in the archives, your nose buried in a book, he sat in front of you, pulling the book away as he locked eyes with you.

“I didn’t do it, I swear Master. It was already broken.”

“No, that’s not … wait, what was already broken?” Qui-gon furrowed his eyebrows.

“Whatever was broken before I touched it … Master Qui-gon!” I realized who it was once I actually focused on his face. “Master, you’re back! I heard you were helping out Mandalore!”

Qui-gon simply chuckled as he shook his head, “Yes, my dear. You’re right, but…”

“How was it? Tell me everything? Are Mandalorians really as strong as they say? I heard that they have jet packs, live in their armour all the time, and they even sleep in it. Is that true? Did you get to try one?”

“Padawan!”

You clammed up, he’d only shout padawan when you were in trouble.

“Please, listen.”

“Sorry, Master”

He let out a sigh, slowly his smile etched back on his face, “You’re always a special one, my dear.”

You shrugged, “It’s called being young.”

“Don’t get too comfortable, age has a way of creeping up on you. Today, you’re 19, tomorrow you’re nearing 50.”

“Well that’s a bright and cheery thought. How can I help you, Master Qui-gon?”

“It’s Obi-wan.”

Your smile faltered as you thought about your best friend, “Is he okay? 

“No. He had his first lesson in heartbreak.”

For a reason you would rather choose to ignore, there was a pain in your heart, as it wrapped around and squeezed tight. You took in a sharp breath, “I’m sorry to hear that.” Your voice sounded flat even to you. 

“As his oldest friend, I am hoping you can be a shoulder to cry for him, as he will not talk to me.”

You rubbed your forehead nodding, “Alright, Master Qui-gon, where is he?”

“Where else, but the reflecting pool.”

“But, of course.” You smiled and stood heading towards the reflecting pool. It wasn’t the first time Obi-wan hid himself in the reflecting pool. It usually happened when something significant affected his life, or when he got in trouble after he rebelled. You smiled as you found him underneath his favourite tree, his eyes closed as he meditated.

You gently lowered yourself, fluttering your robe out behind you, as you sat beside him. 

Silence filled the space between you two as you simply stared ahead, watching the ripples in the pool. 

“You really not going to say anything?” Obi finally uttered.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Then why should I say anything?”

He let out a sigh, as he opened his eyes, “It’s not fair!”

“No, it’s not.”

“She could’ve asked me to stay.”

You nodded in agreement.

“I should’ve offered to stay.”

“That was another path you could’ve taken.”

“Why didn’t she say anything!”

You turned to look at him, locking eyes with you, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

He groaned as he flopped back against the grass beneath the both of you.

“Come on, you can answer it. Why did you say anything?” You shifted lying beside him as you looked up at the overgrowth from the tree.

“Because I didn’t want to walk away from the Jedi.”

“So … why do you think she didn’t say anything?”

“Probably because she knew I wouldn’t have been able to make the decision”

You nodded in agreement, “Yup, she probably did.” You let out a sigh as you stretched, placing your hands underneath your head, this wasn’t a conversation you really wanted to have with him. You didn’t want to know about him falling in love with someone else. You didn’t want to be the one that had to sit here and help his broken heart, knowing he’d never look at you the same way. 

“Obi, falling in love is not horrendous,” you shifted your head so you could look at him, “Having emotions isn’t the worst thing to happen. Just know that you’ll be able to help your own padawan someday when they’re head over heels in love.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do. You have an exceptional mind, and when you’re not being a rebellious idiot, you’re quite mature. Take this time to heal from the pain, knowing I’ll be here to help.” You shifted sitting up as you turned to glance at him, “Any time you wanna talk about her, I’ll be here to listen. Okay?”

There was a soft smile on his face as he sat up too, looking at you, “Thanks, my dear,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “for being there for me.”

“You’re welcome. Now do you wanna mope some more or …” you smiled, with mischief glinting in your eyes. 

“Or?”

“Or do you wanna sneak out of the temple for old times sake, hit Dex’s Diner, and then hop the transport ships heading down to the lower levels? See how many jumps we can do from one transport to the next without having to stop for more than five minutes?”

“You’re on.”

You chuckled as you stood heading towards the lower level entrance that no one ever used. Even though it’s not what you would’ve hoped for, any time you got to spend with Obi-wan was a lot better than spending time by yourself in the Archives.

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[thecleverqueer]

Y’all.

The point of the Clone Wars flashback in the Ahsoka series was partially fan service. Yes. But, those of you that are mad that Obi-Wan and Cody and Waxer and Boil and Mace Windu and Ursa Wren and Gar Saxon and Maul and Bo-Katan Kryze and Rook Cast weren’t in it missed the whole goddamned point of the flashback, so let me explain:

Everyone has bitched tirelessly about Ahsoka being stoic and reserved and “not like herself” (I will die on the “she’s in her forties…leave my baby girl alone… she’s tired, sore and premenopausal…” hill, still…)

Ultimately, she’s been “out of character” because she was carrying all of the Anakin trauma around like a two hundred pound weight on her shoulders. She blamed herself, and she feared who she was so much so that she was unwilling to get close to others and spread the wisdom that the years have afforded her…something a Jedi just does. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Enter this sequence… the moment she FINALLY lets go of the Anakin guilt/ hang ups.

I knew something like this was coming. Some moment that changed her back to the more recognizable Ahsoka. The one that embraced her friends. The one that was willing to share the lessons that she learned with others. The one that would have loved to have a padawan of her own. The one that wasn’t always running away, being flaky.

This was it. And, there were two big takeaways from the moment.

1.) Anakin was always Vader, and Vader was always Anakin… and she had nothing to do with that. Her leaving the order played literally no role. It wasn’t on her. It never was. He was already teetering on that line way before she entered his life. I mean, he slaughtered an entire village of Tuskens down to the last woman and child. He said and did questionable shit to Ahsoka herself too throughout their time together. Was he like a brother to her? Sure. Was he borderline abusive at times? Also, yes. Regardless, her eyes were opened in that first battle…where he basically told her to fight or die. Fair, under the circumstances… still, Ahsoka was trained to be a Jedi, not a murderer. Anakin relished in it. She didn’t really, especially when it came to losing her own men in battle. The clones were her friends, her brothers. Anakin didn’t seem to give a shit about the clones. Unsurprising.

2.) She realized that it wasn’t just Anakin’s legacy that she would carry on. She has her own legacy. It doesn’t have to be one of death and destruction. Is Ahsoka a lot like Anakin? Yes. She’s impulsive, hot-headed, stubborn, emotional, and intense, but that’s not all. Ahsoka is caring, patient, understanding, and loving in a compassionate sense. She’s grown wise, strong and sage. Anakin isn’t the only part of her line and that legacy… Obi-Wan is a part. Qui-Gon is a part. Yoda is a part. Ahsoka is a little bit of all of them. It made her realize that she’s so much more than just a warrior. She’s a great Jedi like the ones that came before her. Inevitably, she has a choice. She can choose not to serve the dark, despite it being part of that legacy, and she can pass on what she has learned without fear.

The moment was about just that. It wasn’t meant to actually be an episode of The Clone Wars. The flashback served a very specific purpose as laid out above. There are 133 episodes of The Clone Wars if you want to watch a Clone Wars episode with all the characters of the Clone Wars. This moment was about Ahsoka overcoming her guilt and fear caused by Anakin becoming what he became so that Ahsoka could actually embrace who she is. Specifically.

Now we have a happy, more well-rounded, Gandalf-like Ahsoka that has slayed her Balrog. Now we get to see her be the Jedi she has always been inside. Now we will see her be there for her friends. Now we will see her mentor and share her wisdom and teach the ways of the ones that came before her without fear.

[threebea]

WIP game Dooku reincarnation? I'm intrigued

Okay so the name for this one is a little misleading because it's not really reincarnation. Basically instead of becoming one with the force Dooku holds on to a thread of self in the weave of things and manages to push his spirit back into the timeline earlier. The intro alludes to this, but the story is actually Obi-Wan's pov. It's him meeting Qui-Gon (and Dooku) and beyond with changes in the timeline very obvious to the reader. Dooku is hinted at being aware of the canon timeline events but the reader doesn't know what his goals are. Here's a snippet after the events of TPM:

“You let the Sith live.”

“Was that wrong, Master?” Obi-Wan knew it wasn’t, but he wanted to see what Dooku would say.

“The Sith escaped. Who knows what he will do because of your mercy? But was it wrong for you to let him live? No… no, not for you,” Dooku admitted after a very long moment of contemplation. “No, you aren’t meant to strike killing blows. You’re the shield.”

-

It didn’t really feel like he was talking to Obi-Wan anymore. Like Dooku had realized something. He changed the subject.

“Qui-Gon is determined to have Skywalker as your replacement.”

“Anakin needs to be trained,” Obi-Wan said neutrally, remembering the boy’s anxiety about Master Dooku.

“If not Qui-Gon, then someone else,” Dooku agreed, looking at him archly.

“The rest of the Council agrees with him, why don’t you?” Obi-Wan asked. He usually wasn’t so bold with Dooku knowing the older man didn’t like it, but he had just been Knighted, and he had the feeling Dooku might tell him in this moment.

“He is not a Chosen One,” Dooku said with unwavering certainty. He stepped forward toward the balcony and looked at the traffic-lit skies. Obi-Wan moved to stand beside him. He wanted to go back inside. Talk to his friends. Talk to Qui-Gon. Enjoy the evening and his accomplishments.

But he had won his knighthood in a duel and that didn’t sit right with him. He had his braid cut by Qui-Gon but the missing weight put him off balance, he stood beside Master Dooku and he knew it was important to hear what he had to say in this moment.

His Grandmaster was nostalgic and more open than he had ever been.

“Qui-Gon believes he is, as does many on the Council now,” Obi-Wan prompted.

“Skywalker is a scared slave boy. He will never grow out of that. His weakness will make him a tool. What makes you think you aren’t a chosen one, Obi-Wan?”

Him a chosen one? Obi-Wan wrinkled his nose. Honestly he hated the sound of that, even if it wasn’t so ridiculous. He was just Obi-Wan Kenobi. The idea left a bad taste in his mouth. He wondered if that’s how Ani felt at the word being thrown around.

He glanced to Dooku who was staring into the darkness of night, away from all the numerous lights of Coruscant.

“And perhaps you are, Master,” Obi-Wan said. He expected a rebuke for his impertinence, but Dooku nodded.

“Perhaps.”

“What’s the difference?” Obi-Wan asked.

“The difference?”

“Between a tool and a chosen one?” Obi-Wan explained. “Isn’t being chosen just a way of saying someone is expected to be useful to someone else’s purpose? We are servants of the Force, all of us are chosen.”

“You’re being clever,” Dooku said in annoyance.

“Even if he isn’t a chosen one, he should be a Jedi,” Obi-Wan said. “He’s too powerful to be left to a normal family, and besides Qui-Gon made a promise to his mother.”

“Terrible to break a promise,” Dooku snorted.

It would be. Something in the Force echoed. A promise that would come to be, or never would. A promise that was his that wasn’t his, that never had to be his.

[padawansuggest]

Writing that fic I made a post about like at least a year ago where Dooku and Obi-Wan are both deaged at the exact same time and Dooku is back to normal while Obi-Wan is in his Melida|Daan era and both feral and clingy (he WOULD likely be clinging to Dooku more than Cody but they told him they’re not gonna let him be alone with Dooku yet so Cody who’s been absolutely doting on him since it all started is the next best option) and a few things happened in this fic that I didn’t expect but I’m obsessed with 1: three clone ocs got caught in the deaging blast with Obi (Crys is an OC right? He’s sorta one of those placement OCs like Helix, right? So it counts. Maybe we should call that FC for fan character… idk) and so Waxer and Boil only avoided babying Obi by boon of them having three cadets to adopt Right There lol. And 2: Obi tried to stand up (and I think I made this cause I was like ‘he needs to have trouble running or he’s gonna dart off and they’ll have to chase her feral ass’ lmao) and Cody panicked and noticed his leg is mega swollen around the ankle and Obi likely can’t walk on it and he asks if he has other injuries and Obi-Wan sorta just gets really quiet for a moment and lists off a few but HE ENDED THE LIST WITH ‘it’s sorta painful to sit’ CODY IS NOW IN PROTECTIVE MANDALORIAN BUIR MODE HES ABOUT TO BEAT AOMEONES ASS OH GOD

And. Yeah. It was what. What you might think (No don’t make me write those words out I won’t even write it in the fic okay I’m skirting all my triggers like a figure skater deal with it) and so. Yeah. There are about to be a lot of people angry with Qui-Gon Jinn very soon.

Normally. I like to forgive and forget. He’s an asshole but that little boy was attached to him by the time he was 20 okay they were very much parent and child by that point and I move on from that much like Obi does, but unfortunately, the last memories Obi will have of Qui will be him cutting his braid and taking his saber and that’s Not Right and Dooku even says so and that it’s horrible that his Padawan, his SON did that to his grandbaby he is. In fact. Pissed. And will be having words with his ghost soon.

Anyways. Cody is about to murder someone and I feel like the shock of realizing what Qui did to Obi-Wan is gonna fuck Anakin up and drive him closer to Dooku and the Jedi who knew Qui around that time instead of further towards Palpatine so they can do some damage control.

[mmeskywalker]

|| anakin wattpad story

warnings: no warnings, just hear me out PLEASE !!

if i were to create a wattpad story where the guardians of the galaxy world and the star wars world collided… would anyone be interested in that?

the main character could be peter quills daughter. due to peter needing a place to hide, the main character ended up living on tatooine for the first few years of her life. peter had been friends with shmi for some time now and she agreed to letting peter and his daughter stay at her home until they found a better living situation. there, the main character met anakin. they were childhood best friends. they remained attached to the hip until she watched qui-gon save anakin from slavery and become what he was destined to become; a jedi.

after anakin left, it wasn’t long before peter got caught stealing again. the main character was angry. she was angry at her father for being so reckless. shmi was all she had left of anakin. these were the same shitty mistakes he had made back on earth before she was born, the same shitty mistakes he continues to make that gets him chased out of all planets.

she just wants a normal life. that is until she starts following in his footsteps.

along the way of their chase out, peter and the main character made some friends: gamora, drax, groot, and rocket. of course, their meeting wouldn’t occur in the story, but in the past.

together, they would steal for the sith of the galaxy (or whoever paid well…) this was their first time stealing for general grevious. general grevious had an obsession with lightsabers, he wanted jedi dead and lightsabers to prove it hung on his wall. but he couldn’t do that by himself. so, he hired the thugs he had heard about who’ve been making a name for themselves around the galaxy.

this is where the first chapter would begin.

they were camping out in the outer rim regions. they heard a jedi had been scoping the area, senseful of their arrival. the group didn’t realize killing jedi was so difficult. they were only able to salvage two lightsabers, and it wasn’t because they killed a jedi, it was because the main character had a light saber. actually, the two she had, she made with anakin a long, long time ago on tatooine.

she previously found it stacked away in her closet, burried behind photoalbums of her and anakin as children. she didn’t want that reminder, so she grabbed it and stuck it on the table. “two down, eight to go.” she said as if it didn’t pain her.

they awoke that night to a noise coming from outside the ‘safety’ of their ship. sand people were coming to raid them. they were putting up a fight as the sand people came, one by millions, to their doorstep.

a sand person came up to the main girl, and she was frightened because there were too many of them to fight off. she was surrounded and the rest of her family were occupied with kicking their own piece of sandman ass. in a fit of rage, she reached her hand out, and the sand people began to hover off of the ground; until the forcefully fell with a thud.

she knew she was connected with the force, but she wasn’t connected with the force. she never practiced it. she couldn’t have been that powerful. so when drax accused her of using her quote, unquote, ‘jedi shit’ , she violently shuck her head no.

the force reckoned with began to mess with the family, having them all confused and ready to attack before it came out of hiding. it was the jedi they had been looking for. this jedi is going to be one of my own ocs.

the jedi was sent to achieve them, but not in the way they were all expecting. she didn’t want to send them to jail… rather she didn’t want to send the main girl to jail, she had business that needed to be attended with elsewhere.

the main character was needed back on coruscant, because if she couldn’t get her head out of her ass and stop working for these idiotic sith lords, she, and the rest of the galactic republic, would end up dead.

i was thinking this could be a romance between an oc and anakin skywalker, and the main character would have to (forcefully) become obi-wans padawan.

this is going to occur during episode two, except i want to create my own plotline for the story.

let me know what you think !!! 💗

[sixfrogsonalog]

anakin is starved for compliments.

and its not that obi wan didn’t try his damn hardest to give him confidence but he was so young when he was given a padawan and he didn’t have that much confidence in his own abilities after qui-gon died.

anyway. imagine cody complimenting anakin on his flying one day, not his fighting or his shooting or anything war related. just a compliment on a trick or something anakin did to show off a little before landing. a compliment on something the general is passionate about. and anakin gets all red and flustered, trying to brush it off like no big deal, but its then that the commander realizes that anakin isn’t as cocky and self-confident as he comes across.

after that every time cody gets the chance he points out something anakin does, and every time the general falls silent before accepting with a little nod of his head and a small smile.

dad cody is my favourite cody.

[titikawai]

They need to address Bo’s trauma

Alright so this is going to be a super long essay about Bo’s trauma as I have been doing some research for the next chapters of my fic Mind Games. I went through her background and thought I would share with you my headcanons surrounding that. I especially realized that with her deaging came quite heavy consequences and thought we could discuss them. 

There are of course going to be HUGE TRIGGER WARNINGS : Grief, Grooming, SA, anxiety, depression, s*ic*de. DISCLAIMER I am no therapist so this is just me drawing from some of my how experiences with trauma and doing some researches online. 

Please know your limits and do not attempt to read this if you feel uneasy around those topics, I wouldn’t want to trigger anyone. Same goes with the potential comments that will be left under this post

So first, I’ll start with the implications of deaging Bo-Katan as they did. When we watch Clone Wars, we are led to understand that she is Satine’s younger sister but there are no indications on her age. If we think about it logically, there would probably be around an age gap of maximum 5 years between them. However, as many already pointed out, it would mean that she’d be around 60 years old in the third season of the Mandalorian. I watched a few of Katee Sackhof’s interview where she was saying that Bo-Katan was way younger that many thought she was. Indeed, with her being cast for Bo and Rosario Dawson for Ahsoka, I figured that it probably that the two were probably around the same age in CW, hence them becoming “friends” starting 7th season. It thus means that she probably was in her late teens or early twenties. However, the directors’ decision to deage her has quite huge implications : 

 Headcanons : 

* First of all, it means that there was quite a huge age gap between Satine and her sister: 15 to 20 years approximately

· We figured from the first episodes of season 3 that Bo-Katan has known her Dad and that he fought and died in the Great Mandalorian civil war. There was no mention of her mom so I just assume she died in childbirth of during the civil war as well. 

·  When her dad died, Satine became duchess of Mandalore and probably didn’t have time to personally take care of such a young sister, especially considering that she went under Qui-Gon and Obi Wan’s protection. The latter never met her so it means that she probably stayed on Mandalore with her nannies or relatives, witnessing the horros of the Civil war. She probably felt abandoned by her sister. She probably wished the war to end as soon as possible (some have theorized that her dad probably taught her how to fight so she probably wasn’t scared of using violence to defend her planet), explaining why she never understood why her sister was a pacifist.

· I am a strong believer in Satine being Korkie’s mom (I mean there is no third sister). So it means that Bo-Katan was probably a child when her big sister got pregnant with Obi-Wan. Probably, she witnessed her sister going into hidding to have her baby to try and not become a pariah. I figure this would explain Bo-Katan’s resentment against Jedis and particularly Obi-Wan as he didn’t reach out to her sister nor stepped up for her nephew (with whom there isn’t such a big age gap)

·       So, I have seen this theory going around the internet and read it in some fanfics. It makes sense to me and would explain many things in Bo-Katan’s behaviour. THIS IS WHERE THE TW BEGINS (Grooming) : I figured that Bo-Katan probably met Pre Vizsla after the civil war as he was part of the clan of the enemy. He probably quickly became her mentor, an authority figure that she felt like could replace her dad (she definitely has daddy issues). He probably made her feel understood and special, filling the whole of her parents and Satine’s absence. I honestly believe in the grooming theory saying that he manipulated her into a relationship and death watch to take over the throne of Mandalore taking advantage of her status as the duchess’ sister (as he knew it would humiliate the latter). 

·        TW (SA) Bo probably became very secretive and broke contact with her sister, probably experiencing quite a lot of anxiety : as groomed individuals cannot give consent she was victim of SA. One proof of that would be that “imfamous” butt slap she gave Ahsoka upon meeting her (which is also SA). This sexualized behaviour is not appropriate for a teen or young adult. 

*        Her exposure to this type of trauma probably made her feel like she felt invicible to danger and that is when she developed a violent, criminal behaviour (let’s not forget she participated in the burning of a village and the enslavement of its inhabitants). 

·        Then Pre Vizsla died by the hands of Darth Maul and she started feeling  grief but also probably self doubt, being hit with what she had done and went back to her sister.  She did horrible things while in DW and probably enjoyed them back then through her broken perception of things.

·        Then Satine died and she felt guilty for her death because obviously she she betrayed her. This changed her deeply as she was bombarded with her overwhelming feelings of blame, regret, guilt and confusion, probably struggling with TW drug or alcohol abuse, self harm or suicidal thoughts. 

·        She ended up leading her people, most of them probably hating her for what happened to their planet, Pre Vizsla and her sister, for Maul and of course later, the Purge… She was not her sister and I don’t think that she had ever thought through becoming the duchess of Mandalore. She definitely wanted the power but probably was not ready for that responsibility. Her people respected her because she was royalty, nothing more. They did not have love for her, nor respect : hence why they all left her once she didn’t have the darksaber anymore.

·        All those events had a huge impact on her adult life considering she had lost the majority of people she cared for and struggled to build strong and healthy relationships

She definitely struggles to be vulnerable around others tie that scene with Grogu where she asks him what he is looking at in episode 2) 

·        When it comes to romantic relationships, I picture her having an avoidant attachment style used her sex appeal as a tool to manipulate men AND women (we stan a bisexual queen), to feel in control. I feel like if she started feeling someone catching feelings for her, she would flee (that’s probably what happened with Axe as many of us assume that he was in love with her and was her ex FWB because of his bitterness and her reluctance when talking about him). 

 ·        When it comes to her relationship with Din (sorry I’m a Dinbo shipper) I feel like when she met him he struck her as really different to the other guys she met : 

-first because she had been forced to reflect on her past and draw lessons from it while she was alone on Sundary for two years

-then because he wore a helmet : so she did not see his face and struggled to sexualize him which forced her to focus on who he is inside and really bond with him on an intimate level (here I speak of real emotional intimacy and not sex)

- because he, himself, did not consider her as a piece of meat (I picture Din as asexual or demi-sexual) and he quickly showed her he cared about her and not her title, showing true loyalty to her for the first time in forever (except from her relationship with Ursa Wren and Ahsoka, I assume she didn’t have very deep friendships, most of them probably being shallow)

-because of Grogu, Din is starting to shift from an avoidant attachment style to a secure one and is way less guarded than in the first season

-so I guess she is intriged by this new form of intimacy with him, the way she feels at ease with him and not feel like she need to be hypervigilant (the scene in the cave where they sit super close shows that). Both of them lost their parents quite young and I feel like it could be a shared experience they could bond over or already have unconsciously. 

When it comes to her relationship with Ahsoka : 

PLS WRITTERS I BEG OF YOU show me a real healthy female relationship without toxicity and where they support each other no matter what. 

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Codywan but Hanahaki disease

I just remembered that i challenged myself to write shit and the randomiser just made me angstie with this one.

Y’all know how the disease work right? If not, here is the fanlore page to explain a little.

Resume: Obi-Wan is painfully remainded that he loves too much... in multiple ocasions.

1. Quinlan Vos

2. Satine

3. Cody

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So!

There is this disease that is just kinda normalized by the galaxie. It’s normal to fall in love with someone you shouldn’t, everyone is beautiful and gorgeous in their own way you know? So there are clinics, doctors, specialized post-surgery treatments and things like that.

But for the Jedi it’s a delicate topic. For a jedi to have the hanahaki disease is rare and not always well recived. It’s a bit of a taboo subject let’s say. 

A good amount of people think that they are incapable of getting this disease. Those who know are divided. Some think it shouldn’t be treated any different than any other medical condition, other that it’s a test from the force to prove padawans or to redirect them to the light side, and the most extreme think it’s a sign of the force that they are not destined to be part of the order. 

So imagine the shitshow that unfolded when Obi-Wan, not even a padawan yet, was rushed to the healing halls after spitting a flower mide training.

This unruly and loud 11 year old youngling was having a harsh time with some rather rude bullies when he got to know a chaotic young padawan that kicked their asses. Quinlan Vos was with who he would get like house on fire. It didn’t took long for both of them to become an inseparable and terrifying duo. 

Obi-Wan was a goner before even knowing what that meant. So after some time, Quinlan is gone on a mission with his master and Obi is missing him crazy while trying to train (and failing) and in one of his moments of like, recalibrating his breathing he hears some classmate.

“Surely he’s missing his boyfriend” 

And it is like a whiplash of emotion just colliding. The frustration from the failing training session, shock from realizing something he didn’t wanted, shame and the rage directed to the other younglings, homesickness from Quinlans absense and just plain and suffocating fear. 

He felt horrible, like he’d being punched in the stomach multiple times... 

He wanted to vomit...

and he did.

It would take time for everything to go back to normal. After the surgery, Obi-Wan would start being more quiet and fearful, but when everybody kept avoiding him and yet the looks and whispers still followed him, that fearfullness became anger. Anger he would lash out at anyone who was close enough to make him snap and then escape. 

He wouldn’t even get close to Quinlan for years. Only when he was back from certain kriffed up planet overbeaten by a useless civil-war did he brakedown to finally get a hug from a friend. 

((I will explain Qui-Gon later if someone is interested ùwu7))

The second time it happens he was 16 and in another war infested planet. 

Satine was insufferable. After getting separeted from his master, Obi-Wan was condemned to protect this blonde girl that seemed to enjoy getting in his nerves at any given moment, even when they were on a clear danger scene, calling him by several... innovative names, laughing when he tripped or just hitting him when she thought he said or did something stupid.

He was honestly starting to question if this misssion was worth his sanity when a bad encounter gets them to bond while hiding. They where both badly hurt and without any other option, were forced to truly depend on each other.

Over the rest of the year it would grow to become something more, but it wasn’t the time nor the place to let it flourish.

They had become important for the other in that certain way that would meet the needs of both of them at the moment. But they never got to become friends in the first place. So when the moment to split came, they both knew it wasn’t meant no matter how much it hurt. And it hurt.

Qui-Gon was silent during all the farewell. He wasn’t stupid, he knew something was up as soon as they had been reunited, so he wasn’t too surprised when the flowers came. They had barely left land when the cough started and by the time they where hitting lightspeed, Obi-Wan got send to the back of the ship where his master performed a highly clandestine surgery with the help of the medical droid.

When he wakes up after the surgery, Obi-Wan proceeds to pass the 5 stages of grief. Qui-Gon is nothing but patient through the hole process. 

When his padawan tries to play dumb to himself, he just remaind him of the flowers. When he gets defensive, he just projects calm and serenity through the force. When the anxiety grows to much to the point to ask to please not to tell to the counsil about it, Qui-Gon promises to never tell a soul and when the inevitable brakedown comes in, he comms Quinlan to wait for them in the landing pad.

the fifth stage would take a long time to come. In fact, Qui-Gon wouldn’t even be alive to see it happen. It would be almost two decades and it would come in the form of a person. 

It would be the start of the second year of war. Obi-Wan was putting an unhealthy amount of sugar on a cup of caff when he stopped himself at a realization. He didn’t like sugar on his caff, hell, he didn’t even licked caff! So why in the name of the force did he had it in his personal space??

“General?”

His commanders voice startles him. He turns around to be comfronted with a familiar sight. Cody was only using the bottom part of his armor, one hand resting on the bed he was currently sitting on and the other holding the datapad he was previusly compiling. A worried look acompagning his slowly not so relaxed position.

“Is everything ok sir?”

Oh.

Oh dear...

The realization would come... peacefully. Of course it would be Cody. His wonderfull commander had crowled into his heart slowly and deliberately without knowing. With the reasuring presence, strategic mind and dry humor, it was just logical that Obi-Wan would fall for him... Also because he couldn’t do anything about it. They are at war, he is his superior and he had a duty to fulfil.

The jedi took a deep breath when the familiar sensation starts to fill in, only this time, he doesn’t panic and run to the madical hall. No, this time is different. This time he isn’t overcome with anything if not acceptance. 

This is his commander, who he loves dearly and can’t do anything about it.

So, with a reassuring tone and adoring smile, he responds.

“It’s nothing my dear, just questioning myself about the amount of sugar I see you consume”

Cody watches him closely for a couple seconds before smirking. They both know he is lying but this is not the time to talk about it.

“Sure sir, don’t you worry about it. It’s what keeps my sweet personality alive, other wise it would be crush by tha amount of useless paperwork we are given”

Obi-Wan just chuckles covering a discrete cough and turns to finish their drinks. 

[charmwasjess]

*distracting distracting distracting*

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Thanks, @purple-ant ! This is such a tasty salad! :D :D I’m sorry it took me forever to reply to this one, the second question required me to look at every scene I’ve ever written and assess the jokes. :’D (Not complaining. You know how enriching this behavior is for me in my enclosure.)

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one? 

I don’t think there are WORDS for how deeply Yoda: Dark Rendezvous has impacted my writing - not just how I see Dooku or the Jedi for that matter (the book is why I’m so Jedi Order positive, hell yeah “winning the hard way”) - but even just down to the level of writing style. I think there are images/phrases I’m ripping off from that book that I don’t even realize I’m copying because they’re so ingrained in my mind and heart.

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic? 

This question was great because at first I was like "I don't have joke-jokes or puns, I have funny scenes" but then I remembered how Sifo-Dyas's corny ass exists. But how about a little joke easter egg reference? I think it was very funny of me to have Matthew Stover’s Revenge of the Sith novelization be Dooku’s beach read in Milk Run. Dooku shook his head vaguely at him in a “what can you even be talking about, you baffling child” way he had sometimes – a way that drove Qui-Gon crazy because he was never asking anything that a normal non-Dooku person would find strange. “A novel.”

“A novel?” Qui-Gon blinked in disbelief. That hadn’t been what he was expecting. “…as in… fiction?”

Dooku turned the holobook to show him the title a little defensively. “I read fiction.”

“Is it good?” Qui-Gon knew he should leave his Master in peace with his book, but Dooku was being interestingly weird. This behavior actually looked like relaxing, which he had never seen him do before.

His Master mulled the question a moment, then summarized the plot. “Dysfunctional family elements repeated across multiple generations. Betrayal. A romance. Somewhat funny.”

“But do you like it?”

“Too soon to say.” He left the “because a nosy Padawan is interrupting me” unspoken, but he didn’t need to say it. Dooku settled deeper into the hammock with a palpable air of closing down the conversation.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with? 

I’m a prequels girlie; I like fucking all of them. Make an alternate universe, I beg you, this one seems to end in the tragic death of everyone.

But that's not a very saucy answer, is it? I guess I don't love Modern AUs because I don't really get the point, but I don't really seek them out, so I'm sure there are great ones out there. I think there's also a certain popular kind of "if only Main Blorbo was adopted by the Noble Mandos instead of the Evil Jedi" AU that causeth me to roll mine eyes toward the firmament and cry aloud for the mercy of snake jesus.

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Fic Masterlist

All my stories are currently Obikin.

Bonus Spotify Obikin playlist 🎶

Complete:

You Can Leave Your Boots On - Anakin has been having a stressful week, so Obi-Wan takes it upon himself to give him the perfect surprise featuring his slutty boots and some new lingerie. (Rated E)

Dad's Got a Date with a Vampire - After playing a popular video game, Luke starts to question his dad's new boyfriend. He's so pale compared to the Skywalker family, and do people really have a garlic allergy? (Rated G)

SubSpace: An Adult Experience - Anakin was mortified. He wanted to turn and run. He wanted a black hole to spontaneously form around him and suck him into oblivion. If Obi-Wan didn’t look so pleased he would go back to the hotel they were staying in and try to salvage something of his night and dignity. As it was, Anakin hadn’t seen Obi-Wan smile this much in a very long time.

Anakin tries to plan a fun night out for himself and Obi-Wan, but a few things get lost in translation. Instead, he finds himself pretending to pay attention to a museum lecture. Thankfully Obi-Wan knows just how to salvage the night for his boy. (Rated E)

WIPs:

It Takes A Village - When his best friend suddenly dies, Obi-Wan finds himself the guardian of his infant godson, Korkie. He's lucky to have his father, Qui-Gon, and younger sister, Padme, to help him, but he finds himself getting the most help from Padme's best friend Anakin. A sort of 3 Men and a Baby AU with Obikin slow burn. (Rated E)

ITAV Snippet 1, ITAV Snippet 2, ITAV Snippet 3, ITAV Snippet 4

Beta Readers Need Not Apply - Based off of this post. As a teenager, Anakin gets into reading and writing Star Wars fanfiction and finds one author in particular, Obi-Wan, whose work he loves. When Obi-Wan starts leaving constructive criticism on Anakin's stories, Anakin gets disheartened and leaves the community. Years later they meet again under different screen names and develop a flirtationship. Once their history comes to light, Obi-Wan spends the rest of the evening apologizing to Anakin. (Rated E)

Careful, I Bite - Anakin and Obi-Wan are roommates who enjoy hanging out together over video games - Anakin plays and Obi-Wan watches. In an attempt to increase Obi-Wan's interest in his newest game, Baulder's Gate 3, Anakin makes Obi-Wan as a character and lets him make all the dialogue decisions. When it's time to choose a companion to seduce Obi-Wan selects Asterion and during the first sex scene they realize that their feelings aren't as one-sided as they both previously thought. (Rated E)

Tandom Suns - After a week of nightmares depicting Shmi's death, Anakin finally confides in Obi-Wan what he's been seeing. Instead of dismissing him, Obi-Wan asks Quinlan, currently on Tatooine, to check in on her. After poking around Quin saves Shmi from the Sand People and returns her to her husband. After finding out the good news, Obi-Wan arranges for a two-week meditation retreat and surprises Anakin by taking him to see Shmi. While they visit they come to realize that their relationship surpassed that of simply Master/Padawan years ago (with some meddling help from Shmi). (Rated E)

Nutcracker AU (Unnamed) - At a Christmas party Obi-Wan receives a beautiful, handcrafted Nutcracker from his secret Santa, Anakin. Later on in the evening, a drunk Quinlan accidentally knocks the Nutcracker off a table, breaking it. Anakin reassures a distraught Obi-Wan that he can fix the Nutcracker and they arrange for Obi-Wan to come over to Anakin's apartment after the holidays so he can work on it. They realize that they've both been appreciating each other from afar at parties and decide to do something about it. (Rated T, I think)

Nutcracker rambles, Nutcracker Q&A, Nutcracker Trick or Treat snippet

Smash - Anakin is playing Smash or Pass with Ahsoka and Padme when Obi-Wan calls. Without thinking he responds "smash" to Obi-Wan’s holo projection, effectively admitting to everyone his feelings for the man. Smut ensues while Ahsoka tries not to think of her dads getting it on. (Rated E)

Smash rambles, Smash snippet

Be My (Volunteer) Partner? - Obi-Wan accidentally calls Anakin thinking he signed up to volunteer at the fire department. Even though he had no intention or inclination to do so, Anakin ends up volunteering just to be around Obi-Wan. (Rating unknown)

Volunteer snippet

Long Way Round AU - Obi-Wan and Quin go on an epic, round-the-world motorcycle trip with up and coming filmmaker Ahsoka and motorcycle mechanic Anakin. Their trip follows the path and story set out in Long Way Round, but with Ahsoka and Quin acting as wingmen the entire way. (Rated E)

Unformed thoughts:

Cloni-Wan AU where the Kaminoans make an Obi-Wan clone (designation JM-081) without his knowledge (or consent) and he eventually finds himself in the care of Obi-Wan and Anakin (established relationship) at the Temple. Anakin is thrilled and it doesn't take long for the three of them to enter into a throuple. (Rated E)

Bowling AU where Obi-Wan and Anakin are on opposing bowling teams in a league and after each game they find themselves in a secluded corner of the bowling alley going at it. Hondo is the owner of the bowling alley and, because he thinks he and Obi-Wan are best friends, Obi-Wan has his own set of keys for his late-night activities. (Rated E)

Modern professor/student au (inspired here) where Anakin tries to seduce his Lit professor (Obi-Wan) but Obi-Wan tells him to study instead. After graduation Obi-Wan finds Anakin to tell him what a good boy he was to study and that he's earned a reward. (Rated E)