#bail organa the man who Obi-wan trusted Leia with

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Cody Headcanon:

Bail Organa.

That was Cody's 'Senate crush' (since the whole GAR had one)

Come on, an older man who is a literal space gangster with razor sharp wit whose brain could probably power the whole of Curosaunt and is on the circle of Senators who actually do the work.

Bail Organa is a slick, smart and hard working man. You will not convince me otherwise that Cody is a big fan.

(not necessarily romantic but a fanboy type way)

[theragamuffininitiative]

Having more "Leia and Obi-Wan throughout the series" thoughts ok. People talk about how the Kenobi show doesn't make sense bc Leia doesn't act like she knows him later. Like? She does though?

Her famous message is a professional diplomatic message, and it's actually really cool that now it echoes Bail's plea to Obi-Wan to come save Leia. Girl isn't going to say, "bestie help" here ok. But when Luke tells her he's there with Ben Kenobi and she gets So Excited???! Her beat up old wizard has come back to herrrrr.

But why doesn't Leia mention anything about Ben to Han and Luke? Well maybe it's because she was 10 when she saw him last, and probably the one thing Bail made sure she did remember was to keep Obi Wan's secret and she clearly doesn't trust Han not to sell them all out. And can you imagine all the jokes Han would crack about "I guess you always need rescuing, princess" if he knew that story? I wouldn't have brought it up either.

Why doesn't Leia mourn Obi-Wan? This woman just watched her entire home planet and everyone she knows and loves be wiped out and is holding it together. I think that rates higher than being sad about a man she hasn't seen in years. Maybe she comforts Luke bc she knows if she admits anything for herself now, the floodgates will burst and all that other loss will come pouring out and she'll lose it and she can't afford that. Maybe Bail taught her that stoicism. Or maybe she picked it up from a sad old jedi when he took time to comfort her when he knew he was likely going to his own death. So now I'm crying on the floor.

But did she ever talk about him with Luke (and others) later? Who's to say she didn't? Insert my new favorite headcanon that Luke off-handedly mentions the force ghosts of the jedi masters and Leia goes wide-eyed, "you can see Obi-Wan?" and so Luke teaches her how to use her force sensitivity and Obi-Wan is so happy to talk with her again. (Not to mention, talking with Anakin too.) And later on when she loses her son and her brother vanishes and her husband leaves, Leia Organa is not left alone.

Lastly. She named her son Ben.

[belqva]

₊˚⊹౨ DAYLIGHT (O.W.K.) ৎ ₊˚⊹

warnings: angst. angst. and even more angst because i’m just morbid like that? it takes place post rots / mentions of order 66 if you consider that a warning lol

summary: Two Jedi survivors confront their shared guilt, grief, and unspoken love, finding solace and redemption in each other after ten years of loss and isolation.

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x reader

word count: 3.0k (ooops…)

a/n: first off all I had to get this off my chest even if it flops idc because I literally cannot stop thinking about it and I just need to put it out into the world, so please enjoy as much as I did creating it 🫶🏻 — p.s. there is so much anakin content on here (not that i’m complaining) so some much needed obi-wan appreciation is finally here <333

It had been exactly ten years since that fateful night on Mustafar—the night that shattered the galaxy and left you standing amidst the wreckage of everything you had ever known. The weight of loss had followed you like a shadow ever since, but even now, after a decade, the grief felt as fresh as the day it had all come crashing down.

The Republic had fallen. The Jedi had fallen. You had fallen.

As a Jedi Knight, you had once fought beside Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, brothers-in-arms during the Clone Wars. But more than that, you had known them as friends, as family. You had shared countless missions, stood side by side in battle, trusted each other with your lives. There was always a bond between you and Obi-Wan, something deeper than the friendship you both acknowledged—a connection that remained unspoken, held back by the Jedi Code. You had fought beside him for years, and through it all, you had felt something more than just camaraderie.

But when the war ended in tragedy, that unspoken connection had been buried beneath the ashes of the galaxy. Padmé Amidala was dead, Anakin had become Darth Vader, and Obi-Wan had disappeared. The Jedi were hunted, executed, and scattered to the far corners of the galaxy.

You were lucky. When Order 66 was given, you were on a neutral planet far in the Outer Rim, away from the battlefield. There were no clone troopers, no soldiers to execute the terrible command. But as the news of the Jedi massacre spread, you ran. You shut yourself off from the Force, hiding it deep within you, trying to suppress the very thing that had been your life.

And for what? The galaxy had become a graveyard for those who believed in hope.

You had fled to Alderaan, the only place you could think of, seeking refuge with Bail Organa, a man you had trusted throughout the war. He had welcomed you without question, and when you learned the full truth—of Anakin’s fall, of Padmé’s death, of the birth of the twins—it had shattered what remained of your spirit. You saw Leia for the first time then, a tiny baby, unaware of the weight her existence carried. The sight of her had brought you to tears, her innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded her birth.

And it was there that you learned the impossible. Obi-Wan was alive. But he had gone into hiding, retreating to a desolate world, unreachable, untouchable. Bail wouldn’t tell you where. He couldn’t. Perhaps Obi-Wan believed you were dead, like the others.

That thought weighed heavily on your mind for years. Every night, it haunted you—what had become of him? Was he truly gone, lost to the same despair that had consumed so many others?

For a decade, you stayed on Alderaan, trying to build a life in the ruins of your past. But the Force, which had once been a comfort, now felt like a burden you couldn’t bear. You severed yourself from it, and in doing so, lost a part of who you were. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and soon ten years had passed. Watching Leia grow, watching the galaxy continue without you, made you feel like a relic from another time. Everyone else had moved on, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t let go.

And so, you made a decision. You couldn’t continue like this. The weight of the past was suffocating, and there was only one person in the galaxy who could understand—only one person who might still carry the same scars you did.

You didn’t tell Bail when you left. You couldn’t. You just packed what little you needed, including your lightsaber—though it felt strange to carry it after so many years—and set off for Tatooine. It was the only place that made sense. The place where it had all begun. The place where you might find the one person who still gave you hope.

When you arrived on the barren, desert planet, the twin suns beating down mercilessly, you felt the desolation sink into your bones. Tatooine was a world of sand and silence, and it reflected the emptiness you had felt for years. You asked around discreetly, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. The locals were suspicious of outsiders, and the planet was far from safe. But after days of searching, you heard rumors of a strange man who lived far from the towns, a man who kept to himself and only came into town for work.

It had to be him.

With nothing but a tattered cloak and your old, worn-out boots, you set off on foot into the desert. The journey was grueling, the heat unbearable, but you pressed on, driven by something deeper than determination. It took two days of walking, resting only when you could no longer move, but finally, you reached the place the locals had spoken of—a small, stone cave nestled into the cliffs, almost invisible in the harsh light of the suns.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you approached. The cave looked abandoned, but something inside you—some instinct or long-buried connection—told you otherwise. You felt it, deep down. You didn’t need the Force to know. He was there.

As you drew closer, a voice called out, sharp and commanding. “Visitors are not welcome here! Go away!”

That voice. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. It was older, wearier, but it was unmistakably him. After so many years of silence, hearing his voice was like a punch to the gut. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you almost collapsed from the sheer emotion of it.

“Is this how you welcome an old friend?” you called back, your voice trembling with emotion. A broken laugh escaped you as tears streamed down your cheeks.

There was a long pause. Then, from the shadows of the cave, a figure emerged. Slowly, he stepped into the light, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Obi-Wan.

But this was not the man you had once known. The years had aged him in ways you couldn’t have imagined. His face was lined with deep creases of sorrow and exhaustion, his once-vibrant hair now streaked with gray. His clothes were rough, worn, nothing like the robes of the Jedi you remembered. He looked like a man who had lived ten lifetimes in the span of a decade.

But it was his eyes that caught you. They were filled with shock, with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were standing there before him.

“I thought you were dead,” he whispered, his voice raw, the words barely more than a breath.

You nearly broke at the sound of those words. You had imagined so many scenarios, but hearing the pain in his voice was unbearable. “No, Obi-Wan,” you said, stepping closer, your voice trembling. “I’m alive. I made it. We both made it.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to convince himself that you were real. And then, without warning, he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if he might never let go. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, but you didn’t care. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching at him as if he were the only thing keeping you anchored to the galaxy.

For the first time in ten years, you felt whole.

His grip on you tightened, and you felt his fingers thread through your hair, as if he were afraid you might vanish. You held on just as fiercely, your fingers clutching the fabric of his worn cloak, afraid that if you let go, this moment would slip away like a dream.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands still gripping his arms. “Obi-Wan, it’s not your fault. None of it.”

He shook his head, his expression pained. “I failed. We both did.”

“No,” you said firmly. “We survived. And that’s enough.”

The weight of his words hung between you like a heavy cloud, but you refused to let them pull you down. You had both been living with this burden for so long, but now—standing here, in each other’s presence—it was different. There was a sense of shared pain, shared guilt, but also the faintest glimmer of something else. Hope.

Obi-Wan finally released you, stepping back just slightly, though his hand lingered on your arm as if he was still afraid you might disappear.

“You… You shouldn’t have come,” he murmured, his voice shaky. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady. “I couldn’t stay on Alderaan. I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine.”

He looked away, his jaw tightening. “But you were safe there. Away from all of this.”

“Safe?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “I haven’t felt safe in ten years, Obi-Wan. Not since… not since that day.”

At that, he flinched, his eyes closing for a brief moment, as though the memory of Mustafar, of Anakin’s fall, was still as fresh for him as it was for you.

“We’ve both lost everything,” you continued, your voice cracking. “Everything we believed in. Everyone we cared about. But we’re still here, Obi-Wan. Somehow, we’re still here.

He opened his eyes again, looking at you with a mixture of sadness and something deeper—something that had always been there, just beneath the surface.

“And what good has it done?” he asked quietly. “We’ve survived, yes, but at what cost? The galaxy has fallen into darkness. The Jedi are gone. Anakin…” His voice broke at the mention of his former apprentice, and he turned away, his shoulders tense with the weight of it all.

You stepped closer, placing a hand gently on his arm. “It wasn’t your fault,” you whispered, knowing full well how hollow those words sounded, knowing that he had probably told himself the same thing countless times and failed to believe it. “You did everything you could.”

He didn’t respond at first. He just stood there, his eyes fixed on some distant point in the desert, lost in memories you couldn’t touch. But then, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, his voice barely audible.

“I trained him,” he said, his words laced with bitterness and regret. “I watched him grow. I should have seen the signs. I should have stopped him before…”

“You couldn’t have known,” you said firmly. “None of us could have.”

But he shook his head, his expression tortured. “I should have. I should have been better.”

You wanted to argue with him, to tell him that he was wrong, that he had been the best mentor, the best Jedi anyone could ask for. But you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Obi-Wan had always carried the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, even when it wasn’t his to bear. It was part of who he was.

Instead, you reached out and gently took his hand, lacing your fingers with his. He looked down at the gesture, his brow furrowing slightly, as though the simple act of human connection was something foreign to him now.

“We can’t change the past,” you said softly. “But we’re not alone. Not anymore.”

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything. But then, slowly, almost reluctantly, he squeezed your hand in return. It was a small gesture, but it was enough to make your heart ache.

After a few moments of silence, you both sat down on the rocky ground outside the cave, the twin suns dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the desert. The air was cooling now, and the stars were beginning to emerge, scattered like pinpricks of light across the darkening sky.

You sat close to each other, your shoulders almost touching, the quiet between you filled with unspoken words. For a while, neither of you said anything. It was enough just to be here, together, after so many years of isolation and pain.

Finally, you broke the silence, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I spent so long wondering.. just thinking about you. If you were suffering just like me.”

“I thought about you too,” Obi-Wan admitted, his voice soft. “Every day.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his words. He met your gaze, and for the first time, you saw something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in years—a flicker of vulnerability, of the man he used to be before the weight of the galaxy crushed him.

“I thought you were dead,” he confessed, his voice cracking slightly. “After the Purge, I thought… I thought I’d lost you, too. Like everyone else.”

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words. You had imagined so many scenarios over the years, but hearing the pain in his voice, knowing that he had thought you were gone, was almost too much to bear.

“I’m here,” you said softly, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. “I’m here, Obi-Wan.”

For a moment, he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as if he were savoring the simple warmth of human contact. But then, just as quickly, he pulled away, the walls he had built around himself slamming back into place.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he said again, his voice harsher this time, though you could hear the conflict in his tone. “It’s not safe. For either of us.”

“I don’t care about safety,” you replied, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill over. “I care about you.”

He shook his head, standing up abruptly and walking a few paces away, his back to you. “This isn’t your fight anymore, Y/N. You don’t owe me anything.”

You stood up as well, anger and frustration bubbling to the surface. “How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through, how can you stand there and tell me that I don’t owe you anything?”

He didn’t turn around, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “Because I don’t deserve it,” he said, his voice low, almost broken. “I don’t deserve your loyalty, or your friendship, or… or anything.”

You took a step toward him, your heart aching at the pain in his words. “Obi-Wan,” you said softly, “you’ve always been too hard on yourself. You’ve always carried the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders, and it’s killing you.”

He turned around then, his blue eyes filled with a storm of emotions—pain, guilt, fear, and something else, something that had always been there between you but had never been spoken aloud.

“I don’t know how to carry it anymore,” he whispered, his voice raw and vulnerable. “I don’t know how to keep going.”

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, reaching out to gently cup his face in your hands. “Then let me carry it with you,” you whispered. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes searching your face as if he were trying to find something—an answer, a reason, a way forward. And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“You were always stronger than me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled through your tears, your heart breaking and mending all at once. “We were always stronger together,” you said softly.

And then, finally, the walls came down.

“I will love in every galaxy,” you began, your voice trembling but sure. "In every universe that ever was or will be. In every lifetime we are destined to live. Even when the stars lose their way and disappear from the sky, when the oceans turn to dust, and the mountains bow to time— still, I will choose you. Even if you are but a hollow echo of the person you once were, a shadow of all that you used to be, I will see you, the heart of you, the soul of you, and love you with all that I am, with all that I will ever be. I will love you with a fire that burns through eternity. Until my last breath, and beyond that, when I become one with the stars, the winds, the very Force— evn then, my spirit will find yours, and I will love you in silence, in whispers carried on the edge of the cosmos. My existence is bound to yours, an eternal thread that stretches across time and space, every part of me yearns for you, craves to hold you close, and I won't let you slip away— not this time, not again. For no distance, no universe, no lifetime could keep me from you. I will love you, even when you don't believe in love, even when you forget how to love yourself. My heart is yours, wholly, eternally, unshakably.”

As the words poured from your heart, Obi-Wan closed his eyes, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist. You felt the years of pain, of loneliness, of guilt melt away between you. You could feel the force of his emotions, raw and unfiltered, as if he had been holding them back for so long that now, in your presence, they couldn’t be contained anymore.

And when you finished, when the last of your confession hung in the air like a promise carved into the stars, he finally broke. He kissed you with a desperation that spoke of years of longing, of words left unspoken, of feelings buried too deep for too long.

In that moment, under the vast, starlit sky, there were no Jedi, no Sith, no war, no galaxy. There was just you and him—two souls who had found each other again after being lost for so long.

And in that moment, that was enough.

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The Skywalker Invasion

Family Revelations

The Jedi Council Chambers was filled with Jedi Knights, masters, and senators. Yoda’s eyes were closed, focusing on the Force.

The newcomers were occupying different rooms at the temple, as the Jedi Masters believed they shouldn’t have the time travelers interact.

“We need the names of the people you met,” Mace Windu asked, a frown forming on his lips.

“I met two men, both claiming their name to be Skywalker,” Plo Koon said slowly, turning to look at a certain Jedi Knight who was surprised.

“That’s impossible, I mean no disrespect, Master, but I too have met someone claiming to be a Skywalker,” Aayla was quick to inform them.

Anakin crossed his arms, “I would also like to join this confusing conversation, my padawan and I met this boy, going by the name ‘Ben Skywalker’ I’m now curious to know who these others are.”

Ahsoka nodded her head in agreement.

Obi-wan stroked his beard.

Padmé came forward, “Jedi Masters, I have met two women, a young girl, and a young man, one of the women says she is the empress of the Fel Empire, which just happens to be our galaxy.”

Yoda now hummed, “the last names, I need, yes, to uncover the truth. Your hand you must raise, if you met one, going by the name Skywalker, you must.”

Four people raise their hands.

Aayla Secura.

Anakin Skywalker.

Plo Koon.

Master Yoda.

“Going by the name Solo,” Yoda continued.

Padmé Amidala.

Bail Organa.

Adi Gallia.

Mon Mothma.

Obi-wan Kenobi.

Each raised their hand.

“By the name Fel.”

Padmé Amidala and Bail Organa were the only ones.

“And do not forget the young one who goes by the name ‘Jade’, she was in the company of one ‘Luke Skywalker’.” Mace Windu reminded. Yoda nodded.

Anakin’s brows furrowed, more Skywalkers?

“Something on your mind, young Skywalker?” Yoda prompted, his face softening.

“The…other Skywalkers, I’m curious,” Anakin sighed.

The old green Jedi Master chuckled, “revealed, everything will be, with time.”

“I believe we should gather everyone and question them all at once, they must be very powerful if the Force reacted this way,” Ki-Adi Mundi proposed.

“Agree, I do, talk with them, gain their trust, we will.”

~S~

Gathering the newcomers, the Jedi Council led them all to a large room where privacy can be assured.

Luke and Leia found each other and crashed into each other’s arms, happy to know that the other was safe. Mara and Han only laughed quietly at the sight.

Ania looked around, noticing that she shared certain features with other people in the room. Her eyes stopped on a woman.

“Marasiah!”

Marasiah turned, her face broke out into a grin. The two girls ran forward and brought each other into a hug.

“It has been so long, cousin, I am delighted to know that I will have a familiar face with me here,” Marasiah exclaimed. Someone cleared their throat behind them, and Ania saw her other cousin.

“Why, Cade, this is turning out to be a family reunion.”

Cade chuckled, “a very weird one, the Force is a tricky one.”

Now confused, the Jedi Council watched as Ania, Marasiah, and Cade all chatted together.

“You’re…related?” Adi Gallia wondered, her eyes wide. Ania nodded. 

Now this just got more interesting.

“But, how?” Obi-wan asked, his face scrunched.

“We have the same ancestor,” Cade crossed his arms.

“And who would that be?” Mace narrowed his eyes.

“Anakin Skywalker.”

Said man faltered, “w-what.”

Luke, was just as confused, they too were related to his father?

“Anakin Skywalker? Here?” Han groaned.

Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker came forward, his arms crossed against his chest. The time travelers’ eyes widened comically, gasps were heard, and disbelief rang throughout the Force.

“Impossible.”

Bail Organa coughed softly, “maybe you can tell us what Knight Skywalker means to you.”

Luke casted his gaze over to the man who claims to be Anakin Skywalker, and there he is, standing in all his glory. Anakin Skywalker.

“He…well…Anakin Skywalker is my father.”

Ahsoka’s eyes grew, oh dear, how is Master going to get out of this one?

Leia nodded, “He is…my biological father, Luke and I are twins,” her face soured slightly as she admitted the fact. She had not forgiven him yet, but in the light of things, she believed it was best to just go along with it.

Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin giggled, “we’re his grandchildren!”

“Jacen is the eldest, then it’s me, Jaina, and our younger brother, Anakin!”

The elder Skywalker felt his face grow hot, his heart racing a mile a minute. He caught the gaze of his wife, who sent him a reassuring smile, she too, was having a difficult time handling this.

“Your last names?” Kit Fisto asked politely.

“Solo.”

Han sputtered, “what!? How do you kids have my last name!?”

Jacen looked unimpressed, “it’s cause we’re your kids.”

Anakin Jr. put his hands on his hips, “and Leia is our mother.”

Leia and Han paled at the thought, scooting away from each other.

Mon Mothma could only sigh. A red headed boy stepped up, blue eyes twinkled when he saw his grandfather pale.

“The name’s Ben Skywalker, I’m Luke Skywalker’s son.”

Luke turned sharply to stare at the red headed boy. But, who is the mother? The only woman who popped in his head was the one who was standing next to him. Mara Jade.

Ki-Adi Mundi put his hand under his chin in thought, strange.

Nat and Kol also stepped up, introducing themselves, garnering another round of surprise coming from the Jedi of the Old Republic.

Allana quietly said her name, stating who her father was, making Jacen go red and Jaina to laugh quite loudly, teasing him relentlessly. Ania had a small on her face, watching the smaller versions of the first Skywalker-Solo lineages goof off. 

“What about Marasiah Fel then? If I remember correctly, you said Ania was your cousin,” Mon spoke, trying hard to ignore the fact that the people of the future are Jedi Skywalker’s descendants. Does he ever follow the rules?

“My great great grandmother is Jaina Solo. Ania is Jacen’s descendant, and I, Jaina’s. Making us cousins,” explained the future empress, her hands folded neatly across her stomach.

Ahsoka now only had one question remaining on her mind and she was sure it was on everyone else’s.

“Who’s the mother of Master Skywalker’s children then?”

Several pairs of eyes snapped to her direction making her fix her posture, not wanting everyone to see her as only a child padawan.

The senators and Jedi Masters looked at the future Skywalkers who looked anywhere but at the front of the room where the people of the Old Republic stood.

“W-we don’t know,” Leia finally spoke up, “we thought…well, we thought that our father had a one night stand.”

The people of old looked highly skeptical of this theory.

The other time travelers muttered their own theories, some stating that they thought she was also a Jedi, possibly a smuggler, and other crazy stories.

“We just know she would have to look like Leia, since I look like my father, at least according to Be–I mean Obi-wan Kenobi,” Luke explained.

The auburn haired master coughed as he was now put in the spotlight.

“I’ve noticed that Miss Leia Skywalker,” Shaak Ti started, making Leia sour instantly, “young Allana Solo, young Jacen Solo and Miss Ania Solo all share close resemblances to Senator Amidala.”

The young female senator was now under scrutiny of her colleagues, the Masters of the Jedi Council, and the people of the future.

“Master Ti is right,” Aayla said in her heavy accent.

“Skywalker, do you have anything to say about this?” the face of Mace Windu was clouded, as his anger seeped through. The ones bearing the last name Skywalker all turned to the Korun master.

“What did I do?” The Skywalkers exclaimed in unison, making Mace quickly back track his words.

Anakin wisely kept quiet, his own thoughts getting to the better of him. I have a family…Padmé  and I made a legacy oh how I wish we could talk in private.

Padmé, feeling a headache coming on, could not help the joy that spread through her. She and Anakin made a family, their family made a family and so forth. She was excited and words could not describe the feeling. Oh no, the Jedi Council, she forgot about them in the heat of the moment.

She took a glance to her husband, giving him an unnoticeable nod.

The blonde Jedi Knight coughed, making the attention come his way. 

“Contrary to your…beliefs, I’m married.”

The entire room was not prepared, as a matter in fact, those weren’t the words that they expected to come out of the patriarch of the Skywalker clan’s mouth.

“To who?”

“Me,” Padmé stepped up, her head held high, this wasn’t how she imagined she would reveal their marriage, but no time like the present, right?

Bail and Mon were extremely surprised, their colleague, who had no interest in romantic relationships, was married? They had told her to pursue such things, saying that it was a wonderful thing to be connected to a person, who would love and cherish you. Yet, here she was, steps ahead of them.

“Hm, how many months, were you?” Yoda asked, his glimmer stick thumping softly. 

“Two and a half years, just after the Battle of Geonosis,” Anakin answered, his voice firm, Obi-wan pinched the bridge of his nose.

Force, help me.

“This is going against the Code–”

“What code?” Luke was now confused, while he was thrilled to know that he was a product of his parents’ love, at least he hoped so, he wondered about the code they seem to obsess and worship.

“The Jedi Code states that one should not hold romantic attachments,” Anakin explained to his son.

Kol was now laughing, “that wasn’t in the Code, as a Jedi Master myself and knowing history, Luke Skywalker made the Code after he rebuilt the Order and it never stated that.”

“How can one person, especially a Skywalker, change a code that existed well over two thousand years?” An angered Agen Kolar grit out.

“Rebuilt the Order?” Anakin had a bad feeling about this. Mara rolled her eyes, this was becoming too much, they’ve been here for hours and she needed some rest.

“The Jedi Order was destroyed, Jedi were killed and an empire, under the rule of the sith,  rose the day Luke and I were born, allegedly,” coughed Leia.

There was nothing but silence.

Pure unadulterated silence.

“Take a break we will, come back later, we must, to your rooms, the padawans will take you,” Yoda finally decided, he needed the Force to show him the way.

There were no signs or sounds of disagreement, they moved out of the room, leaving only a few Jedi left in the room.

“Skywalker,” Yoda called out to Anakin, “expel you, I will not, need you here, the Force demands. Until the agenda of the Force is finished, your status of your knighthood, you may keep,” he hobbled away with Mace Windu, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Shaak Ti.

 Anakin slumped against the wall in relief.

~S~

Obi-wan was disappointed. That much was obvious.

But he couldn’t place it.

Was he disappointed at his padawan? At himself? At the Code?

What had happened?

When Yoda had called a recess break, he inwardly refused, he wanted answers.

What happened to him? Anakin? The padawans?

Sitting in a meditation position, he searched the Force for guidance.

Though a small part of him was happy, happy that Anakin had a family, though the Code absolutely refuses such a thing. Spending the small amount of time with the Solo children, he could already feel fondness growing, and knowing it was his padawan’s great offspring, made his fondness grow.

Somewhere in his mind, he was proud that the Skywalker lineage were accomplished Jedi Masters, or politicians.

At least he found the answers to that, knowing how much Anakin hated politics.

Padmé was–is–good for him, no doubt about that, she grounded Anakin when he could not, she gave him peace, peace that the Jedi Knight so often searched for, looked for, meditated for.

He only hoped that it did not end in disaster.

Opening his eyes, he left his room and went to the cafeteria. Already there was talk about the strange occurrence of the strange beings who appeared out of nowhere.

Force help him.

Force help Anakin.

Force help the galaxy.

The appearance of the Skywalkers could either mean two things.

Creation.

Or.

Destruction.

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[woodfrogs]

another thing that i love thinking about is luke and leia post rotj searching for any information possible about their parents

like they have anakin's name but all they know about their mom is what obi-wan told leia when she was 10. there is nothing publicly connecting anakin to padmé in any way other than a professional relationship. nobody who Knew is alive bc i feel like at most ahsoka suspected something was up but didn't know for sure but i am only at s3 of tcw so i Do Not Know. there's the marriage records but those are on naboo and it would probably take quite a bit of digging to find information on the trade federation blockade or even connect anakin's name to that (given that he was. 9.) but then again they could have also found that palpatine was from there (as well as senator amidala who was associated with bail organa, obi-wan kenobi, AND anakin skywalker. hmmmmm) and realized that this planet is maybe Significant, gone there, and found stuff out.

but also while luke's feelings about anakin/vader are pretty clear i think leia's are way more complicated. people like to say that luke is more like his mother and she is more like her father (and that is true) but she more than anything resents everything they discover about anakin while they still have no clue who their mother is. she gets frustrated over wasting time away from establishing the rebellion and only finding information about her father who tortured her, killed hundreds, and destroyed her home. she tells herself she's only doing this to find out who their mother is. meanwhile luke is happy with whatever they find. so it winds up being mostly luke staying motivated and actively doing research and leia pretending she doesn't care but she chips in ideas and comes along because she really is curious but mostly feels bitter about every new discovery (except for those involving obi-wan because she's curious about this man she met like twice who was important enough to her for her to call him her "only hope". i also think at some point they visit ben's house on tatooine to see if it has any clues and ask around and find out about the boonta eve classic and that there used to be some skywalkers that were slaves and that kinda hits luke hard). plus bail and breha were leia's parents and by searching for her birth parents so soon after their deaths she probably feels a bit like she's replacing them.

of course one of the force ghosts could just tell them padmé's name but where's the fun in that. i want them to go on an intragalactic scavenger hunt for their mom only to discover everything about her has been right in front of them this whole time. i think luke probably asks them at one point and yoda says something cryptic about trusting his feelings and then he never tries again

[shadowmaat]

Old Friends

The thing about the control chips was that once they were activated all they really had to do was rewire the brain. Bypass certain areas/memories, forge new neural pathways to conform with commands, and then just hold together til it settled into place.

It was one final twist of the knife from Palpatine: the chips might have controlled the clones at first, but over time the clones became so used to thinking of the Jedi as traitors and so used to following orders that the chips were no longer required: the clones did all the "thinking" for themselves.

Except there was still a small portion of clones who started to question what they'd "always" known to be true; ones who started to wonder if they really were doing what was best for the galaxy.

Cody was one of those clones. He knew his history and he knew his orders, but something just started to feel... not right. Hadn't there been a time when he'd protected civilians rather than killing them?

Asking questions in the Empire was a dangerous prospect and Cody knew damn well his days were numbered if anyone suspected he was no longer wholly onboard with enforcing the Emperor's will. He did his research and took himself out of the game.

Old habits die hard, though, and he was literally created to be a soldier. He missed it. He needed a purpose. If he couldn't fight for the Empire maybe he could fight for the Rebellion.

It took some time, but eventually he found himself standing before Bail Organa, leveraging what he knew for the chance to put some good back in the galaxy.

Bail was understandably cautious, not only because Cody was a high-ranking death trooper, but because he was Cody. He'd heard stories of the man from Obi-Wan... and heard the tale of Obi-Wan being shot off a cliff by him.

Bail discussed the situation with Breha, wondering what he should do. If Cody's offer was genuine, he'd be an invaluable resource to the rebellion. If he wasn't, it could bring the whole network crashing down.

They decided to give Cody a trial run to see what would happen, but although they'd spoken obliquely and relied on code words lest certain little ears at the dinner table hear and start asking the wrong questions, young Leia laid down her fork, looked Bail in the eye, and said, "you should tell him, Daddy."

That led to a much longer discussion and the revelation that their young daughter had, during her adventures with Obi-Wan, gleaned some understanding of the people who'd once been important to him... and that Cody was one of those people.

In the end, and with no small reluctance, Bail decided to trust his daughter and sent Cody on an intel-gathering mission to Tatooine. He commed ahead and left Obi-Wan a warning about who was coming, why he was being sent, and that any choice to interact or avoid was entirely Obi-Wan's prerogative. Although of course if Obi-Wan was able to get close enough to tell if Cody could be trusted, that would be appreciated.

Cody, for his part, was fine with the mission. It was obvious busywork, but for the purpose of vetting him it worked well enough without putting anyone important in danger.

Tatooine, however, was a wretched place, and the heavy, grabbing hands of the Hutt Cartel could be felt everywhere. While Cody did his best to keep his head down and stay focused on his mission, there came a point where a young slave child was being beaten and between one blink and the next he found himself intervening.

He made short work of the thugs, but although the child was long gone by the time he finished, he still felt a little better for it. It was good to be fighting for a worthy cause again.

One fight led to two, then led to more, and before he knew it he'd developed a reputation. And a name. Tarpuntee. Which was apparently some kind of holy guardian of the people. It was embarrassing as hell, and combined with the head wrap he wore to disguise his identity it made him feel like a character out of those damn comic books Wooley had loved.

Still, the notoriety meant that more of the commoners and slaves were willing to talk to him, so his information-gathering was going well. Perhaps too well. The gossip-mongers told him of strange hermit who occasionally wandered through town for supplies. A hermit called Kenobi.

It was a punch to the chest, realizing he'd failed that mission years ago, but he couldn't say he was sorry, either. He'd developed a strong suspicion that the Jedi weren't traitors like he'd been told and this felt like proof.

Why had Organa sent him here, of all places? He had to have known. Was this part of the test?

He watched. He waited. He fought lowlifes and enforcers. And then one day he caught a glimpse of a hooded face, still recognizable despite the graying of the beard. Great Storms, the man was as subtle as his padawan. He kept the name and the beard? And did nothing to change his features?

Cody followed him, keeping to crowds and what shadows he could find. When he saw his chance, he took it. Grabbing Obi-Wan he hauled him around a corner into a stinking, claustrophobic alley and slammed him against the wall, a vibroblade to his throat.

"You're dead," he snapped.

Faded blue eyes looked down at him, and former General Kenobi smiled.

"Hello to you, too, old friend."

Cody felt a nudge against his ribs and glanced down to see the business end of an unlit saber pressing into his shirt. He snorted, releasing Kenobi and stepping back, the vibroblade disappearing up a sleeve.

"At least you haven't become completely useless," he said.

"And it seems you've found a new use for yourself, Tarpuntee." Kenobi settled his robe, brushing out the wrinkles. "I'm glad to see it."

"Glad to see your stubborn refusal to die hasn't changed either."

A knot of tension he hadn't realized he'd been carrying eased in his chest. Maybe there was hope for this mad goal of the rebels after all. As long as the damn fool of a Jedi before him didn't wind up dead before it could happen.

[ladystoneboobs]

got prequels on the brain lately, and i think i can explain padme in rots, even if it might not be exactly what lucas was thinking of. see, it's not just that she loves her husband and wants to believe there must be still be some good in him, it's also that she is now not just anakin's wife, but the mother of his child(ren) too. like, literally about to pop right as obi-wan/yoda have decided anakin needs to be killed. she doesn't feel she can stay on coruscant anymore as a senator under the emperor's reign, she was already doubting doing that job as a working mom. then she learns the jedi have all been deemed traitors and their order outlawed, while she's carrying offspring very likely to be highly force sensitive since the force itself is pretty much the paternal grandfather there. so, she herself is a potential political target as someone who opposed palpatine's war efforts from the beginning in a more public way than bail organa or mon mothma, and her child(ren) would also be targeted just for existing as potential jedi before ever really using the force against the empire. being a single mom to outlawed and untrained but very powerful l'il jedi while the both of you are being targeted and hunted down on the run/in exile without the skills really needed to protect any jedi child, that's just a no-go. her only anti-palps and anti-anakin alternatives would have to include never being a mother after giving birth, whether going into exile alone somewhere or wearing a mask and playing the long game like bail organa. (even if he still adopted leia as in otl, how much time could she really spend with her without drawing more suspicion from palps? how painful would it be to watch someone else raise your child while possibly never even knowing if your other child is ok?) in that sense, knowing how wanted that unplanned pregnancy was, is it any wonder that she chose to make a last attempt to save their family instead? to run away with her husband, who happened to be the only man strong and powerful enough to protect them all from the empire, the only man she could trust and wanted to trust, with the safety of their whole unsplit secret little family. so it is only after he refuses to run away with her, when he insists that he's only interested in using his new dark powers to protect her, and when he reveals that his only idea of defying palpatine is to replace him, making padme into a new dark empress, a dictator rather than the public servant she once thought she could be, only then that she starts feeling he may just be lost to her after all. but when you've gone so far together already, brushing off his first massacre, marrying him mere days later, and then truly tying yourself to him permanently through pregnancy, it's really too late to ever go back to your ol' "normal" life either.

[firefly-fez]

What if Luke, after Obi Wan’s death, and learning of his father’s fall just cannot stop his mind whirling with confusion and grief. He doesn’t understand what happened to the Jedi, how they all died, not really — there were some things Obi Wan could just… never speak of. He tries to talk to Rex, and Rex is happy to tell him of his father, his good nature, his padawan - Obi Wan had never mentioned a padawan - but even Rex won’t speak of how the Jedi met their end. Leia looks at him with sympathy and pulls Luka aside. She learned the fate of the Jedi from her father, Bail Organa, and Leia explains it to him — oh. That’s why Rex can’t speak of how the Jedi died.

The next time Rex sees him, he can tell by the way that Luke looks at him, that he knows. He swallows. He supposes the kid deserves to know the truth, but that doesn’t make it any easier to talk about. He wishes Ahsoka were here. It’s easier to remember that day when she’s here, when he can remind himself that he didn’t— that she’s safe.

Luke is confused. Leia told me how the Jedi died, but — Obi Wan always said Vader killed my father. But he isn’t dead… If you served with him, were you, there when he — Rex understands.

No, kid. I wasn’t with your father when… when the war ended. He had a padawan, Ahsoka Tano. I guess General Kenobi never spoke much about her. Can’t say I’m surprised. The Jedi were supposed to be keepers of the peace, but they sent her to war when she was still a child. They abandoned her when— well, that’s in the past now. She left the Jedi Order, and she wasn’t exactly on good terms with General Kenobi after that. She returned to the war effort when a former Sith Lord resurfaced on Mandalore — she wanted to help people who needed her. She always did. I went with her. I was with her when — when it happened. Good job I was too, I’m not sure I’d have made it out if I’d been with anyone else.

That catches Luke’s attention. What do you mean? He asks.

Ahsoka was an old friend. A good person. The best Jedi I ever knew, even if she’ll never call herself one. When the chip took over— she still trusted me. Trusted that the darkness that had taken over my mind wasn’t the real me. I tried to fight it, but I couldn’t. All I could do was warn her. She trusted that warning, even as I was betraying her, even as I was trying to kill her. She got my inhibitor chip out. To this day, I’ll never understand how she was able to be so… compassionate, in that moment. To trust that she could recover the good man she knew, even when I was… lost.

And in Luke’s mind, something clicks. Something stands out to him about Ahsoka’s compassion. To trust that the darkness that had taken over my mind wasn’t the real me.

And suddenly, when he thinks of Vader, his father… the whirlwind in his mind settles. he knows what to do. He prays it will work.

[stardusthuntress]

You guys! I just had a thought and I need to share it! First off, I firmly believe - because Imma lose it if this ins’t the case - that Cody is still alive, and doing just fine out there somewhere in the galaxy. Which got me thinking. Where is he? (Prepare for a long-winded rant, but it’s a happy one, i promise!)

Well, ya know how it seems that all the senators that were close to Padme just know Rex? While they likely know Rex because he doesn’t leave Anakin’s side, and Anakin is usually not far from Padme, I’m betting most of them have also been assigned escorts by Commanders Fox and Cody. Since Fox deals with everything ON Coruscant, it would make sense that he would turn to someone like Cody and Obi Wan when he needed a senatorial escort near a war zone. Having a Jedi would give them a sense of security, and the best senators also know that in reality it’s the clones that kept the Jedi alive throughout the war, so having a man like Cody who survived at Obi Wan’s side AND managed to keep Obi Wan in good health despite his many suicidal battle plans, is definitely one who’s protection they would welcome.

That being said, we all know that after the way many senators turned their backs on the clones. But we also know of a few specific ones that didn’t. While some senators - like Chuchi - tend to have security details from their own planets, it is less clear for others. We know Bail Organa worked closely with many clone units during the war, sometimes even fighting on the front lines beside them. We know he trusts them with his own life, and that he is doing his best to help Chuchi fight for them in the senate as quietly as possible so that he can also protect his own, newly expanded, family. And speaking of that newly expanded family, he’s likely to be in need of some new security guards who will be assigned to watch over his daughter’s life when he cannot be there. And who better to hire to protect a little, wild, force-wielding child than the same people who did exactly that during the war?

I have a feeling that when Cody went AWOL, he had secretly been in contact with senator Organa who offered him, and whoever he wanted to go with him - Cody was totally testing the waters to see if Crosshair wanted to go with him - a safe escape. A chance at a real job, that would pay well, and keep his real identity hidden. Besides, Bail isn’t going to have time to send new security detachments off to training. The child is in his arms, so he needs the new security team to be ready to start tomorrow. And who better than men who’ve already been trained by war and who are searching for a redemption arc of their own. We know that many of the clones feel terrible for what they did to the Jedi, and many of them want a chance to prove that that wasn’t them, that they weren’t in control when that happened. Bail knows Leia carries the future of the galaxy in her hands, and would protect it with everything she is. Who better to protect her than the men who were created to do exactly the same thing?

We also know that Bail has had contact with Ahsoka, and is likely also communicating with Rex (since it is highly likely that he knows the man well, thanks Anakin and Padme). So there’s comfort in the idea that he might be able to contact Rex and tell him Cody is okay.

But back to Cody. I sincerely hope that it was Bail that smuggled Cody and co. out of the GAR, and took them to that same secret medical facility that he and Obi Wan took Padme to (so she could give birth), but this time to have their chips removed (which I’m betting Ahsoka or Rex told him about). And then brought them home to become little Leia’s new security attaché. I for one would LOVE to see Cody helping to raise the spunky little Skywalker girl. And I have a feeling Bail is completely aware of the clones paternal instincts. And knows that is exactly what Leia is gonna need while he, Bail, has to attend to senatorial and royal duties elsewhere. And Cody is totally a girl dad. He’d also totally teach her how to defend herself.

And I know that we didn’t see Cody in Kenobi, on Tatooine or Alderaan. What if that was one of the few days that Bail managed to convince Cody to take some time off, and Cody blames himself for Leia’s kidnapping? Then he’d have to tell Cody about Obi Wan surviving, giving him peace and hope, and letting him stand in the room when he called Obi Wan, and letting Cody escort him to Tatooine to talk to Obi, and Cody would be in change of monitoring the rescue attempt just like he did during the war when Obi Wan would forget to contact him and he needed some way to figure out exactly where his disaster Jedi trio had run off to.

That’s where I think Cody is. On Alderaan. And I’m betting that after the events of Kenobi, he will never again leave Leia’s side for the rest of his life. Which means that if he survived the Imperial takeover of the Tantive IV, he’s likely fighting in the rebellion, side by side with Rex, watching over the disaster lineage, just like they always did. Just like old times…

EDIT: I’m 100% planning a fic of this. It’s gonna have all the feels. I need a happy ending for Codes where he gets to watch over his little Star Princess and be proud of the strong woman she grows to become. And he needs to see Rex again. And they need a chance to use their talents for something they choose to fight for (speaking of, I wish I could include Gregor in there too, he’d be the most fun uncle for Leia, but the biggest headache for Cody, but I highly doubt she ever met him… and we already know how Gregor’s story ends… 😭)… but Cody, the man who carried the weight of damn near half the GAR, and protected the lives of the disaster trio through the war, is gonna get a happy ending, because I said so (Dave is gonna get an earful from me if something like this DOESN'T happen)

[gffa]

I am still just utterly inconsolable after so much of the first episode is spent establishing that Obi-Wan feels so much grief and pain and loss and guilt about what happened to Anakin, that he still cares about Luke, still watches over him every day, still tries to reach out in small, unnoticeable ways, but Owen notices him anyway, still says, “Like you trained his father?” And Owen’s not wrong to be scared about what can happen, it’s about Obi-Wan being on the planet bringing danger to them, Nari was there for him, but also we have all seen Rebels, we all saw the scene where Haja was helping the family get away from the Empire, Luke was never going to be safe even if Obi-Wan really was dead.  That’s the whole point of Leia being in danger, because the Inquisitors have figured out there’s a connection there, even if they don’t know she’s Force-sensitive, Obi-Wan and Bail know it, and Obi-Wan’s reluctance to help is because he feels like he’ll just fail another child, she’s better off with someone else, and Owen has been reinforcing that for years now, and it’s understandable why but just. Bail Organa coming along and blowing all of that out of the water by asking him for his help, coming all the way to Tatooine because it can only be Obi-Wan Kenobi who helps them, by pleading, “There is no one I trust with my child more than you.” Bail Organa knows most of everything that happened, knows Obi-Wan made mistakes, that they all made mistakes, but he sees beyond that, he sees that it’s time to get the hell over it, he sees that Obi-Wan is still someone who can help people, who is the person Bail most trusts with the child so precious to him, the child that is his entire heart, he trusts no one more than Obi-Wan and I’m just utterly feral about how the entire theme of these two episodes is Obi-Wan learning to open his eyes to the people who trust him, that there are people out there who are helping in the galaxy, that he isn’t limited to small acts of kindness and little gifts, that he can still help people.  That there is still kindness and hope in the galaxy. To have Leia Organa, not just Anakin’s daughter, but more importantly Bail Organa’s daughter say, “If somebody is offering us help, I think we should take it.“ and “Is it that hard to believe you might have friends?” I’m just completely feral about it, that this is something Obi-Wan Kenobi can do and that there are people in this galaxy, people with the biggest hearts you know, who trust him with their lives more than anyone else, trust him with their child’s life because they know him and the good man that he is, no matter how hard he tries to smother it. There is still light in this galaxy, there is still hope in this galaxy, and Obi-Wan Kenobi isn’t just protecting it for the next generation, he is still part of that light.

[steves-on-a-plane]

Fighting Dragons With You (pt 3)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Words: 1954 Cast of Characters: Young!Leia, Obi Wan Kenobi & Reader   Summary: Obi Wan has arrived to rescue Leia and Reader, but the trio have a long way to go before they are returned safely to Alderaan. 

Leia, ever vigilant in her effort to not leave you behind, had stopped running when you dropped her hand. She could tell from reading your body language, or maybe it was the force, that the man who held on to you wasn’t a threat. She approached slowly and stood behind you. Obi-Wan let go of your wrist. He wasn’t sure where to look.

The ten-year-old girl standing just barely beyond his grasp was so clearly Leia that it made his chest ache. Her hairstyle, though frizzing slightly from her travels was just the sort of fashionable thing a younger Padme would have worn. The scrunch of her brows and the cautious gaze she was assessing him with was all Anakin. That punch he’d taken to the gut? Well, that could have been either of them.

And you. Looking at you, it was as if no time had passed at all. Yes, your jedi robes had been replaced by garments of Alderaanian style. Your eyes looked just a little more tired and the faintest of wrinkles had begun to form on your features. But you were still so completely…you. Alderaan had been good to you. He could feel it in The Force.

With one arm protectively extended to shield Leia, you looked over Obi-Wan. You were searching for some sense of familiarity, but everything about him felt different. The twin suns of Tatooine had not been kind to your old friend. Aside from the tanning of his skin and the permanent lines etched into his face, the sand planet had taken Obi-Wan’s confidence, his trust.

The guilt washed over you in waves. While you’d been living comfortably on the Organa’s credits he’d been left alone, haunted by things you couldn’t imagine. You hadn’t even managed to keep a little girl safe. While he was carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. As if the ghosts, the grief, and the isolation hadn’t been enough, he’d risked his own safety to chase after you.

Bail had to have been the one to contacted him. The Viceroy was the only person, other than you, who knew how to get in contact with Obi-Wan. He’d put himself at risk by leaving Tatooine, by exposing himself. Still he’d come. Bail had asked and he’d come. Because that’s who Obi-Wan was.

“Are you crying, [Y/N]?” Leia was the first to notice. You brought a hand to your cheek to find that yes, you were crying. When did that start? You wondered. You dried your eyes with the sleeve of your tunic.

“It’s okay.” You reach down and took Leia’s hand again. “We’re going to be okay now.” You promised. “Leia Organa, this is my very good friend…” You paused. You’d been living under pseudonym on Alderaan and assumed Obi-Wan would do the same. Even something as simple as changing your name might keep the Empire off your scent.

“Ben.” He introduced himself. “My name is Ben. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.”

“How do you know I’m a princess?” Leia questioned suspiciously.

“Ben is also friends with your father. I’m guessing that’s how he was able to find us so quickly.” You looked to Obi-Wan for confirmation.

“Bail contacted me as soon as he realized you were missing. He was certain I was the only person who could ensure you were both returned safely to Alderaan.” He nodded. “He also, wanted to make sure you had this in case you needed it.”

It took most of your will power not to snatch the object held in Obi-Wan’s outstretched hands. Not weighing much more than a blaster, your lightsaber had been an extension of your own arms for so long. Beautifully carved with elegant swirls up and down its metal hilt, with leather wrappings for grips. Small coppery accents that had taken the longest to forge. It was a work of art.

“I’ve missed you old girl.” You whispered before accepting the saber and quickly tucking it away. Jedi were supposed treat their saber as a tool. They were not supposed to anthropomorphize them or assign a personality to them. But it was a new era and all the condescending nay-sayers were long gone. You were going to treat your lightsaber like the friend she’d always been to you.

“Is that a lightsaber?” Leia remarked just a little too loud for yours or Obi-Wan’s comfort. Out of habit you both shushed her. “Are you a jedi?”

“We’d better get moving.” Obi-Wan urged.

“There’s not time to explain right now.” You told her. “For now we’re going to do what Ob…Ben says.”

“Oh, so this is Obi-Wan.” Leia gave you a knowing smile.

“How did you…what have you told her about me?” He asked.

“We don’t have time. Have to move right?” You reminded him.

“Yes, very well. This way.” Obi-Wan sighed, agreeing under duress. You were right, you really didn’t have time right now. So he’d plan a lecture for the dangers of oversharing when you were safely on a transport off world. Instead he led you out of the storage facility and onto the streets. Even with a crowded street of eccentrically dressed off worlders you, Leia and Obi-Wan stood out.

“I don’t suppose you’ve got three changes of clothes with you under that robe yours.” You asked him.

“No, I don’t.” He answered a little gruff. “Just as I assumed you didn’t fill your pockets with any credits before getting kidnapped.”

“We’d certainly be in a better position if I had.” You sighed. “So what’s the plan?”

“Did my ears deceive me or did [Y/N] just suggest we have a plan?” Obi-Wan teased. It very strange after everything you’d been through for him to joke so easily. For the two of you to slip into familiar banter. Then again, it had always been easy with Obi-Wan.

“We need to change. Leia and I are overdressed for this place and you…have you been wearing the same robes for ten years?” You tilted your head to the side, pretending to assess his attire.

“I’ve changed them!” He countered defensively. “My cloak isn’t even the same shade of brown.” He adjusted his robes, disappointed you hadn’t noticed. “The shopping stalls are this way.” He remarked impatiently. “There’s a port on the other side of the city, we need to make it to the last transport.”

You and Leia browsed the first shopping stall you came upon. At first the princess protested at wearing the plain green cloak you selected for her. You reminded Leia that half the city was looking for you. You needed to blend in. She groaned but allowed you to wrap her in the green cloak jus the same. You stripped off your tunic behind a rack and quickly replaced it with a pale grey poncho. It had a roomy hood that could cover your face, and a hem that went past your waist which would hide your saber.

Leia had somehow managed to persuade Obi-Wan into purchasing a pair of gloves for her as well. Once the tab was paid you ushed the pair of them away from the stall. If you hadn’t the Princess may have charmed her new Uncle out of all his emergency credits.

“We’ll need a story.” You pointed out. The three of you walked together with Leia between you and Obi-Wan.

“Simple enough. We’re a family of farmers from Tawl.” Obi-Wan answered, it was clear he’d already been thinking of it. “You are my wife and Leia is out daughter.” It was silly, and all a lie of course, but hearing Obi-Wan call you his wife made your heart skip a beat.

“How come I’ve never seen your lightsaber before, [Y/N]?” Leia asked.

“Because it was hidden. If I were to carry it all the time it could get me in trouble. We talked about this in your studies.” You reminded her.

“Yes, but you said all the jedi are dead. You’re both still alive. What else have you lied to me about?” She wanted to know.

“Leia I’ve never lied to you. I said the Jedi were extinct which is true enough. Neither Obi-Wan nor I are Jedi anymore and we’re the last two left, as far as we know. As soon as we’re home, this lightsaber is going right back to your father and we’re both going to forget about it, is that clear?” Leia nodded.

“You’ve taught her about Jedi?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Only what the other children her age learn when talking about the Clone Wars. I’m sure you’ve had similar conversations with…your young student.” You had to remind yourself that it was still much too soon for Leia to know everything. You also weren’t exactly in the clear yet. The last thing you needed was for someone on Daiyu to hear that Luke Skywalker was safe and sound on Tatooine.

“I’m afraid my pupil and I don’t have quite the relationship that you have with yours.” Obi-Wan replied. There was a hint of sadness in his tone. Maybe even jealousy.

The three of you continued moving through the shopping area. You found an alley that appeared empty until a Bounty Hunter rushed forward out of it. You thanked the force for your reflexes as you were able to take the hunter down quietly. His bounty puck still had to be delt with since they sometimes contained trackers. You reached over and detached the puck from the Bounty Hunter’s wrist as Leia and Obi-Wan followed you into the alley. You tossed the puck to the ground about to step on it and reduce it to pieces.

“That’s going to be a problem.” You complained when you realized who the high prized bounty puck was for.

“What is it?” You felt Obi-Wan’s hand rest on your lower back as he looked over your shoulder, trying to see the puck. You tried not to focus on the touch. The alleyway was a little tight and he needed the extra support to balance on his toes. “Oh my! That’s quite a large sum of credits.”

“High treason.” You remarked, reading the bounty puck. “Who did you tick off on the wrong side of the galaxy?”

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t rule your capture as unrelated just yet.” He sighed.

“You think someone sent those first Bounty Hunters to capture Leia as a way to lure you out?” You sucked in a breath. That was something you hadn’t considered. The idea that someone knew Obi-Wan was still alive and wanted him found badly enough they would place a bounty on him had your stomach turning. “You think they weren’t targeting the Organas at all.”

“I can’t be certain.” Obi-Wan reminded you. “Bail did inform me he’s put forward a fair amount of unpopular legislation as of late. He thought someone might be trying to force him into backing down. I was willing to consider alternative motivations.”

“You though someone was looking for you, but you came anyway?” You asked. You weren’t sure if you would’ve had the courage to do what Obi-Wan was claiming to have done.

“I know you would have.” Obi-Wan remarked. After reading you through The Force. It wasn’t like he was trying to pry into your mind. You just always seemed to be screaming your emotions to him through The Force. He stepped forward effectively crushing the Bounty puck.

“How can you be so sure of something that I’m not even sure of?” You asked.

“You would have come to rescue me for the same reason I’ve done for you and Leia.” He insisted.

“You were offered a large sum of republic credits?” You asked.

“I’d do anything to know you were safe.” He told you.

TAGS: @thejediprincess56​

[motherofagoddess]

Kenobi Part III Spoilers (Kinda) in this minific

The Third Sister brought him back a child. He rage boiled, roaring in his ears as she smugly delivered her report. He found no words to stroke her ego, his words flat as he dismissed her, “Leave us.”

His focus snapped to the girl, the one the Third Sister had kidnapped in a crude, albeit successful, method to draw out the man who left him to burn. She was small, her face a mask of impassiveness despite the fear that coiled around her. He probed at her with the Force, feeling her shove the tendrils of darkness away with the ferocity of a krayt dragon. He cocked his head to the side, studying the child more closely. She was a little old for project Harvester, but no matter. Who was her family? He was so far removed from politics, he couldn’t recall who she belonged to. His voice boomed, making her jump, “Who are you?”

“Leia,” she said, straightening her spine. “Princess Leia Organa.”

Ah, the Senators child. He had liked Bail before the war and he had been her friend, how clever to use his daughter to lure out his former Master. The Force whispered around him, trying to get his attention about something. He stared into her eyes, unable to tell their color through the red tint in his mask, “And did Kenobi tell you where you were going next?”

“No,” she said harshly. He sensed the lie, but allowed her to continue “He won’t tell me lots of things.”

“He’s known for his lies, as all Jedi are.”

“Oh,” she said, flushing. “No, he isn’t good at that. He knows my real parents… but I think remembering them causes him pain.”

As if he knew anything about pain, Vader thought. She was adopted, he could recall that Queen Breha had sustained an injury during her ascent to the throne. Her birth parents must have been very important for the Organas to risk Obi Wan being discovered during her rescue. He pondered this analyzing the things he knew about the child in question: her Force-sensitive nature, the stubbornness, she even looked like a younger-

No.

“Anakin, something wonderful has happened.”

No.

What remained of Anakin Skywalker exploded free of the prison Vader had built within himself. Every emotion came crashing down on him, making it hard to breathe in his mask, despite the respirator forcing the oxygen into his lungs. The suit suddenly made him feel claustrophobic, making him desperately want to rip it off of himself, damning the consequences. Leia was speaking, but he no longer heard it, Palpatine’s words echoing painfully in his mind, “It seems that in your anger… you killed her.”

He forced himself to breathe on his own, each breath helping him rationalize. His Master would see the child as a threat or worse- a replacement. He had sensed Kenobi’s exasperation prior to his fear, his daughter likely the source of it. He looked at Leia, “Where was he taking you?”

She squinted, the action sending a knife into his bleeding heart, “I don’t think I should trust you.”

“You’re probably right,” he said dryly. “But I think it’s in my best interest I return you to him. Before your parents broadcast your absence on the Holo-net.”

She scowled, “You want to hurt him.”

Yep, now he could see it. He exhaled a long, heavy sigh, “You can tell I’m telling the truth, correct?”

Her silence spoke volumes, dark eyes flashing. He continued, “Tell me where Kenobi is and… I will show you how to fly my TIE-fighter.”

“You swear?”

“On my life.”

“Deal,” she answered with a bright smile. Now, he just had to tell the Inquisitors to search somewhere else, far from where he was going. Anakin only hoped that Obi Wan could forgive him enough to accept Leia back as his charge… then he would deal with Reva personally.

[sonoftatooine]

Whumptober 2021

DAY 4: ‘TRUST FALL’ - TAKEN HOSTAGE

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Wilhuff Tarkin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Bail Organa (mentioned), Obi-Wan Kenobi (mentioned)

Summary: Rebel AU - Instead of falling to the Dark Side, Anakin resists Palpatine’s manipulations, but not without consequences. With Padmé dead, he flees Coruscant, raising their two children in the fledgling Rebel Alliance. However, Palpatine has not forgotten about them. Several years later, Anakin is presented with an ultimatum - give himself up to the Empire or he’ll never see Luke and Leia again.

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"Anakin Skywalker."

The voice of Moff Wilhuff Tarkin crackled with static as it was played through the holoprojector Anakin had cradled in his hand, his glitching image another flicker of light against the deep blue of hyperspace beyond the viewport of the ship that he had...borrowed without permission from the hangar of the new rebel base that they had set up less than a week past. By now, the message was as familiar to him as those blue lights outside; he had played and replayed it so many times. Every inflection of that smug voice, every minute change in expression on that gaunt face. But no matter the pain it caused him, he couldn't stop himself from watching it over and over, as if this time it would be...it would be—

He didn't know what it would be.

"The Emperor demands your presence," Tarkin continued. Anakin had to fight the urge to clench his durasteel hand into a fist, to crush the holoprojector into dust, as he had once on Kiros when confronted with the presence of the Zygerrian slaver on the planet. "For too long, you have evaded capture. I'm afraid that ends today."

The image jumped and stuttered as two small figures were pulled into the frame. A sob caught in Anakin's throat. Luke and Leia, their small wrists trapped in Force suppressing cuffs. Luke's eyes were full of tears, Leia's full of fury. But no matter how fierce her glare, he could tell she was terrified. They were both terrified.

"You have three standard days to come to the Mustafar system," Tarkin said, thin lips twisting into a small, cruelly satisfied smile. "Alone, unarmed. If you wish your children to remain unharmed, you will comply. Fail to do so in any regard, and you shall never see them again."

Beside him, the tears in Luke's eyes began to spill out onto his round cheeks as he frantically shook his head. Some of Leia's fear began to melt through her mask of anger, dark eyes widening in alarm as she opened her mouth to scream.

"No, Daddy, no! Don't—"

A snarl from Tarkin and the recording cut off. With a sharp clatter, the holoprojector fell to the floor as Anakin bent over with a wounded cry, burying his face in his hands.

It was his fault. All his fault. When their last base was attacked, his thoughts had only been to get them out, get them away to safety. Bail had had them go with Antilles to the rendezvous point, but Anakin had chosen to stay, to fight, to hold back the troopers long enough to allow them to escape. But in the end, it had done nothing to protect them. Luke and Leia had never arrived there. Antilles had been killed, and his children had been taken. Taken because he hadn't been there to protect them. Because he always made the wrong choice, failed the people he loved most. His mother, Padmé, and now...

And now, Luke and Leia—his precious children that he couldn't lose, not like he had lost their mother—were in the hands of the Empire, and there was only one thing he could do to save them.

One thing which the rest of the Rebel Alliance had deemed unacceptable. Most of them had been sympathetic, of course. Bail had been very kind and understanding after they had received the transmission, even as he had rushed to put himself between Anakin and the door to stop his mad dash to the hangar, no thoughts in his head beyond the need to get to his children, couldn't let them get hurt no matter what the cost. "Anakin," he'd pleaded with him, large hands pressing down on his shoulders to hold him back, and for one horrible moment it had struck him that, despite his size, it would have been so easy to just...swat him aside—this man who dared stand between him and the only option he had of keeping his children safe— "Anakin, please. I know you want to protect Luke and Leia, but giving yourself up to the Empire isn't the answer. That won't help anyone, least of all them." Obi-Wan had tried too, but he hadn't been any help. "You are the Chosen One, Anakin," he'd said. "We cannot risk you falling into the hands of the Sith. We will get your children back, but you mustn't allow your fear for them to cloud your judgement."

Obi-Wan didn't understand. He was hardly about to forget that he was the karking Chosen One when it was the very reason Palpatine had targeted his children—the man who had befriended him and manipulated him for thirteen years in order to shackle his power to him, who had taken Luke and Leia for the same end. As if he could possibly have forgotten what it was he wanted from him, when the memories of it still haunted his nightmares. His cajoling in the blood red office in the Senate Dome morphing into snarling threats as the Jedi Temple burnt around them, and then Padmé—oh Padmé—her life force slipping through his fingers like sand and there was nothing he could do—

But none of that mattered. Not now. Not when it was his children's lives on the line. He wouldn't risk defying him this time. He couldn't.

They'd tried. They'd tried to find a way to free Luke and Leia without giving into the Empire's ultimatum. But what could they do? They had no idea where Tarkin was keeping them, and if he caught the slightest wind that Anakin had not come alone to Mustafar, Force knew what would happen. He couldn't risk that. Though he was no longer naive enough to expect Tarkin to simply let them go if he caved to the demands (he steadfastly ignored the small part of him that always felt that if he had taken up Palpatine's offer, if he hadn't angered him with his refusal, that he might have let—he might have let Padmé—), perhaps he could find a way to escape afterwards. He would find his children and then they would all get away. But he couldn't let Luke and Leia suffer because of him. Couldn't let them be killed or-or spirited away and twisted by the Sith into something terrible because their father had refused to act.

He wouldn't make the wrong choice this time.

He hoped that nobody back at the base had noticed he was missing yet. He had left well past dark, slipping past the people on the night watch and away with ease. As far as Obi-Wan and Bail and everyone else were concerned, he was holed up in his room, not sleeping, not eating, and torturing himself over and over with that kriffing recording. With luck that he wasn't strictly supposed to believe in, they wouldn't go trying to talk to him too soon. If they found out he was gone, if they figured out where he was going and decided to go after him, Tarkin could take that as an attempt to breach the terms of the Empire's ultimatum, and what would happen to Luke and Leia then?

He was brought sharply out of his spiralling thoughts as his ship's console beeped at him. Blinking, he raised his head from his hands. The ship was coming out of hyperspace. Oh Force. Oh Force. He felt sick, deep in his stomach. His hands shook. For a moment, overwhelming fear seized him. The fear he had felt in the Council Chambers of the Jedi Temple all those years ago as he stared into the vicious yellow eyes of a man he had thought was his friend. Fear of everything he could do to him, and worse, to everybody he cared about. He could barely breathe. But he couldn't let himself get trapped in that fear. He had to do this. He had to—

The blue lights dissipated as the ship reverted to realspace, revealing the fiery image of Mustafar on the other side of the viewport before him. Anakin's hands trembled violently as he grasped the ship's controls—so hard that they creaked alarmingly under his mechanical fingers. For Luke and Leia. For Luke and Leia. He could do it for Luke and Leia—

He angled the ship towards the planet, and started the descent down towards the surface.

When he had come here to save the Force sensitive children kidnapped by Cad Bane during the Clone War, he had decided that, if there was a planet in the Galaxy that rivalled Tatooine in awfulness, it was Mustafar. The roaring boom of constant eruptions reverberated as fiercely in the Force as it did in his ears as he manoeuvred the ship to land on the platform adjacent to a shielded facility similar to the one he remembered from the last time he had been to the planet. Reaching out with the his Force senses, he searched for Luke and Leia and found...nothing. He swallowed. He hadn't really expected them to be here—too much of a risk that he would simply kill Tarkin, take them and go. Instead, what he sensed were echoes of fear and death, and a familiar presence that he had hoped never to cross paths with again.

Tarkin was waiting for him.

"General Skywalker." After so many times watching the holorecording over and over again, it was odd hearing his that crisp, clipped voice without static or interference. Anakin levelled the man with the fiercest glower he could muster as he stepped out of the ship. "Good evening."

"Tarkin" Anakin snarled through gritted teeth. It was all he could force out without succumbing to the urge to lash out, to let the terrible power within him that the Emperor so coveted reach out and destroy his servant in the blink of an eye. He would deserve it. Would deserve it for taking his children, for daring to threaten them— But his children were the very reason he couldn't do it. He couldn't risk them. With a great effort, he bridled in his rage.

Tarkin smiled—that thin, pallid twist of the lips that he recognised from the twilight days of the Republic. The burning red light of the lava glinting in his steely eyes made him think of the first time they'd met. Lola Sayu. The Citadel mission. Ahsoka had saved his life then. Briefly, Anakin wondered if it would have been better for all of them if the man had died there and then.

"I knew that you would come." The Force sent a flare of warning through him, and he suddenly became aware of the clanking of plastisteel armour as, at a wordless order from the man in front of him, stormtroopers surrounded him, blasters pointed at his back. "The Emperor has predicted your every move."

Tarkin's tone was unbearably smug. Despite Anakin's silence, despite his rage, the smile never left the man's face. The shadows in the deep hollows of his cheeks and eyes made him look even more gaunt than usual. Like a grinning skull, here to taunt him with his fate.

"And now... Now, there is no escape. For you or your children.”

[billowypantss]

Ooooh I’m curious about your obikin WIP babies! 👀🤩

okay i was just gonna give u a summary and then be like "sorry though i'm not going to actually finish it probably :(" but then i went back and looked at it? and it's like.... mostly written ???

granted, it is a VERY rough draft... some of these aren't full sentences, but honestly i kinda think its a vibe... so great news i'm going to post it on this ask below the cut <333

if i actually do end up finishing this for real for real, i'll post it on ao3 too as part of my "til forever falls apart" series, bc that's what i og wrote it for (which is a series of post-rotj anakin and obi-wan shenanigans).

okay enough about me here u go (word count: ~1,000)

BABIES

“She said I could see him. If I wanted.” 

“That’s good news, isn’t it?” 

Anakin shrugged. 

Obi-Wan tilted his head at him. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. I don’t know. I just…” 

Waits patiently. 

“What if I mess it up. Somehow.” 

“Anakin–” 

“No, I know. It’s stupid. But look… I’ve never… raised someone.” 

“You won’t be raising Ben. That’ll be Leia and Han’s job,” gently.

“I know that, but I don’t—” sighs. “Ugh. Nevermind—it’s nothing. Stupid. Sorry for bringing it up.” 

“I’m sure it’s not stupid, Anakin. And even if it is, I believe I’ve had my fair share of stupid from you. It’s not like it’ll be a new experience for me.” Light brush of shoulder, wave of teasing calm from Force. 

Anakin’s lips twitched a little, but then he sighed again. Obi-Wan waits again. Plops down. Lowers his head. 

“I don’t know what to do around a baby, okay?” 

Obi-Wan blinked. “Do?” 

Looks up, frustrated. “You know—like, hold it. And talk to it. And… I don’t know! The things you’re supposed to do with a baby!” 

Obi-Wan almost laughed. “Anakin, it’s just a baby. It’ll come naturally, I promise.” 

How absurdly simple. Only Anakin would make such a small feat dramatic, though he supposed maybe there was more to it. He felt an old sorrow, grief swim up with him along with a fondness for the man in front of him. Ah. That was right, he supposed. Anakin had never known his own children as infants.

(No, that had been Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan who had held them first, who had changed their diapers, who had swaddled them up, cooing and singing and trying desperately not to think about why he was holding these babies, why he was passing one to Bail Organa and taking one to Tatooine, why he was burying their mother, why he wasn’t their father (their father was gone, gone, gone, he left, he was dead, he had to be, because that thing he left on Mustafar wasn’t—couldn’t be—his Anakin) because if he did he would surely break—).

Stop. 

Shook himself.

But Anakin would’ve been a wonderful father. It was what made everything so heartbreaking, holding them. Because he knew that Anakin would have loved being their dad. So why was he—

“I don’t think anyone wants me to follow my instincts when it comes to babies, considering my past experience with children.”

Obi-Wan swallowed. 

Oh. 

That’s what he was worried about. 

Anakin just looked at him, waiting. A testament to how far they had come. Before, Anakin may have taken the silence as disapproval, as Obi-Wan hating him and agreeing with his “stupid” assessment. But they had talked about this (and all the other communication problems they had—Force knows they had more than a few, Obi-Wan thought wearily) and fixed it. 

Obi-Wan, now, though, gazed back at his friend sadly, his form in his twenties but his eyes older than how he looked by far. Obi-Wan was sure it was the same burden Anakin saw reflected in his own. It was a heavy look, in those eyes. Obi-Wan knew how hard it was to hold firsthand. But they had learned that sharing it would help.

Obi-Wan sighed.

He could have said a number of things, about how Anakin was a different man now than he was then, about how if Leia trusted him, then he should trust himself because that woman didn’t trust anyone, or that they couldn’t kill anyone now that they were dead, anyways, so there was nothing to worry about—all true, of course, but what he went with was much simpler. 

“You’re right. You don’t have much of a past with babies, and not a very good one at that.”

Anakin nodded, looking away again. Obi-Wan sent him a nudge in the force, drawing his defeated expression back to his. Smiles gently.

“Luckily for you, your closest and most dearest friend does know a thing or two about babies, and he is happy to share his knowledge with you.” 

Anakin shot him a look. “You never went to the creche, either, Obi-Wan. I’m not so sure you’re an expert.” 

Obi-Wan smiled broadly, “Oh, I’m flattered you think of me so dearly, Padawan, but I was of course referring to your best friend, Master Yoda.” 

Anakin pushed Obi-Wan away, rolling his eyes but he already felt brighter in the force. “I am not asking Master Yoda about babies.” 

Obi-Wan shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “Then I suppose you’ll have to settle for me.” 

Anakin’s lips turned up in a half-smile briefly before fading. Obi-Wan sobered up a bit as well, looking at Anakin seriously. 

“Truly, Anakin. It will be fine, I know it. I’ll be there with you, every step of the way.” 

Anakin swallowed, meeting his eyes in that intense way that only Anakin Skywalker could look at a person.

“You promise?”

Obi-Wan squeezed his hand. “I promise.” 

Anakin took a deep breath and finally, finally, the last of his anguish pushed out and dissipated into the force, and he threw a genuine, though small, smile Obi-Wan’s way. Obi-Wan smiled back.

“Now, our first lesson,” he said briskly, releasing Anakin’s hand and placing his hands behind his back, “Babies are fierce negotiators, but they can be broken with bribes. If, for example, one is crying, they cannot be reasoned with or talked down, but if you offer them a gift—a toy, a finger, perhaps a pacifier, or even better, their mother—then they just might bite.”

Anakin groaned, face in his hands. “I’m regretting this already.”  

“Nonsense—this is valuable information. You should write that down, actually.” 

“Obi-Wan!” 

“What? I’m helping.”

[eyayah-oya]

Would you be willing to write something soft with Bail/Obi-wan/Breha? Maybe Obi-wan returns from a mission with Bail to Alderaan and they both give him kisses?

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request! It took me a little while due to school and the fact that for some reason, the scene I came up with was not working in the slightest. But I came up with a new idea and wrote this and I quite like the result. I hope you enjoy!🥰

(also @cacodaemonia, you were interested in this, so I thought I'd tag you when I posted it.)

Bail paced up and down their shared quarters as Breha sat in her armchair, an open book in her lap. She watched him for a few more moments before she set aside her book and approached her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning her head against his back.

“What has you so upset tonight?” Breha asked.

“It’s been thirteen days,” Bail responded with a heavy sigh. He turned around in Breha’s arms and hugged her close. “I’m worried about him.”

Breha sighed heavily and dropped her mask of composure she so carefully maintained for her people. “I am too,” she said softly, “but you know Ben. He’s survived the absolute worst of the galaxy and has always returned home to us. We have to have faith in him.”

Thirteen days wasn’t nearly the longest Ben had been gone, and this wasn’t even the first dangerous mission he’d been on without them. Breha especially hated to think about those short few days when they’d thought that he’d been killed during the war, assassinated by a common bounty hunter. She hadn’t even been able to attend the funeral, though Bail had. Those days were dark for both of them, kept apart by space and stars and mourning their beloved friend.

The rise of the Empire had brought more fears than even the incident with Rako Hardeen. The Jedi were slaughtered mercilessly—Bail told Breha that not even the little children in the creches had been spared the Emperor’s wrath—and she’d worried relentlessly about Obi-Wan. Millions of troopers that they’d all trusted and even befriended had turned on their closest allies without hesitation and were hunting Force users across the galaxy.

Breha had been so relieved when Bail had arrived with two tiny bundles of joy and Obi-Wan, broken with exhaustion and a bone-deep anguish that went deeper than physical. Anakin, he’d said, was gone. No one knew what happened to Ahsoka for months. It wasn’t until Obi-Wan—Ben now—reunited with Ahsoka and Rex that they learned about the chips that controlled the clones. Ever since then, Ben ran as many missions as he could all over the galaxy, capturing and freeing the clones he’d loved so much.

These missions were dangerous. Of course, they were. Ben was literally being hunted by the very men he sought to save and as they all knew, missions easily went wrong for him.

In the nursery attached to their quarters, Breha heard one of the twins stir slightly. Immediately, both Breha and Bail shifted their attention to their children, hoping to keep them both from crying. It was a challenge they hadn’t anticipated with Force-sensitive twins: their connection meant that if one felt uncomfortable or were crying, the other soon followed if they weren’t soothed in a timely manner. Neither Bail nor Breha would change a thing about their two beautiful little suns.

Bail froze in the doorway of the nursery and then relaxed. He stepped into the room and out of the way to allow Breha to follow him. Inside, two dark figures hovered over the cradles, and above the soft whimpers, she could hear a familiar voice humming soothingly to Leia.

“It’s okay, dear one,” he murmured. “I’ll be here to protect you as much as I can. You can sleep easy.”

“Ben,” Breha sighed with relief.

He looked up and the light from their quarters fell on his face, lighting up his eyes and highlighting the shadows below his eyes and cheekbones.

“Breha, Bail,” he answered. “I didn’t mean to wake them. Leia must have sensed us arriving.” “Is Luke awake, too?” Bail asked.

Ben looked over at the other figure who nodded once. “It appears so.”

“Who is your friend?” Breha asked as she walked further into the nursery. It was a bit too dark to really see who it was, and really, that was something that should probably be fixed. A soft, dim glow would really help them see better in the nursery and would keep them from accidentally running into anything in the middle of the night.

“My mission was a success,” Ben said and his weak smile carried more relief than it had in months.

Breha’s heart lifted in joy and relief. “Cody! It is so good to have you back,” she said, keeping her voice low for the twins but no less filled with how pleased she was to see him safe and sound.

“Queen Organa.” The voice was rough with disuse and likely tears based on how the few other men of the 212th had reacted when Ben had rescued them.

“You must both be exhausted,” Bail said. “We have a guest room off of our quarters that you can use, Cody. I’m sure you could use the rest.”

Cody was silent for several long moments until Ben decided to speak up. “I think it would be best if he stayed by my side for now,” he said quietly.

With a sinking realization, Breha nodded. Cody ordered Ben’s death and likely thought he’d killed him all this time. Of course, he would need to be near Ben if only to reassure himself that he really was alive. Both Bail and Breha had needed that same reassurance at the start of Imperial Rule.

“Of course,” she said. “Let’s leave the children to sleep and go into the parlor. I’m sure we have much to catch up on.”

Ben dipped his head in gratitude. He moved around the cribs, Cody directly on his heels as he came to a stop in front of her and her husband. “It is good to be home,” he said softly.

“It is good to have you back,” Bail answered. He gently pulled Ben into a kiss, soft and caring and a perfect welcome home.

Breha wrapped her arms around Ben’s waist and when he and Bail parted, Ben looked at her with such soft, warm eyes, that she couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him, too. It was so wonderful to have him home. Neither of them would ever attempt to keep him hidden at home, but she was also relieved when he came back to them, safe and whole.

“Come,” she said and grabbed his hand. She smiled at Cody and led both of them from the nursery, Bail bringing up the rear. It was so wonderful to have Ben home and even more so that their dear friend Cody had been rescued from the evil chip inside his head and the horrors of the Empire. Breha couldn’t help the thrill of happiness and content in her heart to have her loved ones close by and safe. She would keep them that way for as long as she was able—it was the least she could do for Ben, the man she’d come to love over the years, and Cody, a friend one of the only blessings to come from the war. They deserved to rest for a while.

Alderaan was safe for them.

[rise-above-the-grave]

[smashes down door] who is Bail and why do you like him? I could look it up but I'd rather you gush over him

OH BOY.

So first off, a quick (canon) history lesson: Bail Organa was the Senator and Viceroy (aka Prince Consort) of Alderaan. If you don't know what that means (because old titles are Weird - I'm not judging the only reason I know this is because of this very character), it means that Breha, Bail's wife, is ruling Queen of Alderaan and was the heir to the throne. She married Bail, making him a ruler by marriage, though technically she still held the crown. He, at some point, was also elected Senator of Alderaan, and was Senator leading up to and during The Clone Wars (and after, but we're getting to that).

So Bail, we come to find out, became (best) friends with Padmé Amidala. We see him in a couple of scenes in Attack of the Clones with Padmé, just kinda vibing and making the occasional commentary. We know he stood with her on the Opposition bill (the bill Padmé was nearly killed over at the beginning of AOTC, which was against the formation of a Republic military), though we don't learn much about the rest of his politics until later.

So he's kinda...there, but obvs isn't the focus of the story, and is really just a minor background character. The first real insight we get into Bail is, actually, a really tiny character moment right at the end of AOTC, when Palpatine and some of the Senators are looking down at the Clone troops loading up onto the ship, watching their new military gear up for war.

Bail looks away. While everyone else is staring down at the (slave) army, some of them smiling (like Sheev), some of them just serious, Bail looks away from them and makes this tiny little hand gesture: a simple, closed fist knocking against the banister of the balcony.

It's this, I think, that first piqued my interest in this character. He was the only one not triumphant in that situation. He was the only one who saw things for what they were: a tragedy, and a horror, and that this wasn't something to celebrate but to mourn.

Then we come to Revenge of the Sith, and boy howdy. The man may have like 10 minutes of screen time, but does he make those 10 minutes count!

A quick bullet point of the Important Things Bail Does in ROTS:

When the Jedi Temple is burning, what does Bail do? He flies to it to figure out what's going on and see if he can save anyone. He then watches as a youngling is shot and killed by Clone Troopers, and manages to escape because he's a fucking badass.

Please note, to our knowledge, Bail is the only one who actually goes to check on the Jedi Temple.

As soon as he escapes the Temple, Bail immediately - like immediately - takes his ship and goes to find any surviving Jedi. He is almost certainly the reason both Yoda and Obi-Wan don't walk into the trap that is the Jedi Temple, or are captured - and even if that's not true, he most definitely is the reason they manage to sneak safely onto Coruscant and figure out what happened.

He's the one who rescues Yoda (again) after Yoda's failed duel with Palpatine in the Senate. Which, let me rant about the SYMBOLISM of that for a second please. Because holy shit, the entire duel between Yoda and Palpatine takes place in the Senate, with the Senate building and pods. Here Palpatine proves to Yoda that yes, he is the Senate, he controls it, the new Empire is under his control and no one can stop him. But then - but then - Yoda escapes, and who saves him? Bail. Bail sneaks in with a speeder, saves Yoda, and gets him back to safety. Which is such a huge fucking metaphor for the fact that Bail will be the one who, ultimately, is responsible for Palpatine's defeat. But, more on that later.

Bail is there when Padmé (remember, his best friend) gives birth to Luke and Leia. Bail is literally one of 3 sentients in the galaxy who canonically knows about both Luke and Leia.

Bail instantly offers to adopt one of the children, saying "She will be loved with us." (And then she absolutely is.)

And he does all of that in line 10 minutes of screen time.

He shows up again briefly in Star Wars Rebels, and again in Rogue One, but I'm going to take a trip down a side alley here into a territory that is grossly unused in the SW EU: the founding of the Rebellion.

So we don't actually know much about how the Rebellion got started. What we do know is that Bail was one of the (if not the main) Founders. Bail was the mastermind behind the Rebellion, by all accounts knowing...everything about it: who was who, who did what, where they were located, etc. He knows (and controls) Fulcrum in Rebels, as just one example, and Fulcrum is considered by that text to be one of the most powerful Rebel operatives at the time. In Rogue One (regardless of whether you liked what they did with the Rebellion which, side note, I did not), we see he certainly has a position of great authority and power. People respect him, and listen to him, and he's on an even footing with Mon Mothma (or Mom Mothma as my autocorrect tried to say) who is canonically one of the most powerful people in the Rebellion, according to ROTJ.

More than what he did, though, we can look to his character as a reason I love him. He is a good, kind, honorable man who does (or at least tries) his best. We see again and again, throughout all of SW media he's in, that he consistently chooses the right path, regardless of whether or not it's the easy one. He fights corruption, fights for justice, fights for freedom, fights against tyranny.

He is also, canonically, an amazing father and (according to EU content, since Breha literally doesn't have a spoken line in any media content) an incredible husband. We know he's well-loved by his people, and by the Rebellion, by the extraneous texts and mentions about him in the wake of his death on Alderaan. He's also respected by many Senators during his time in the Clone Wars (Padmé makes a comment in a TCW episode about how he's the best and most respected speaker and Senator she knows), and regardless of how people felt about him after the Rise of the Empire (which is, unfortunately - or fortunately maybe, because I don't trust Disney to do it right - up to headcanon), the fact remains that Bail played an incredibly tricky position as an Imperial Senator, having to balance fighting for his people, the people of the galaxy, and setting up the Rebellion, with not making himself too much of a nuisance, or too much of a traitor, that Palpatine straight up had him executed.

Which, speaking of that, can we also take a moment to appreciate the fact that Bail knew almost every single secret that Palpatine and Vader wanted??? He knew where Obi-Wan was, and possibly where Yoda was. He knew where both of Anakin and Padmé's children were. He knew everything about the fledgling Rebellion. Like...that man, had he been captured and interrogated (and had he broken) would have damned the entire galaxy. Yet he never was. He played his cards perfectly, and was either never suspected, or was able to somehow hide all of the information they wanted to know from being found. Personally, I suspect a mixture of the two.

Furthermore, Bail Organa is a great father and husband. He is directly responsible for Leia being the amazing woman we know and love. The one shot we get of Breha, you can practically see and feel the love and adoration Bail has for her radiating off of him through the screen. Literally the most unproblematic ship in Star Wars. I have never seen a single person say they aren't amazing (unless they just want to break them up to make Bail gay? Which, come on, bisexual and polyamorous people exist, y'all. But that's a talk for another time).

If you're still not convinced, the only thing left that I can say is: I'm a raging lesbian and like, while I definitely wouldn't fuck him, Bail/Jimmy Smits (his actor) is handsome. Have some pictures that I have saved on my phone for when I'm feeling sad.

Tl;dr: Bail Organa is singlehandedly responsible for putting into motion the events that secure the galaxy's freedom, not only by being one of the founding fathers of the Rebellion, but also by reaching Yoda and Obi-Wan before the new Empire can, and getting them safely to Coruscant. He is a good, kind, and noble man who does his best in shitty times, and even if he has to make hard choices, he always makes them for the right reasons. He is a loving father, husband, and ruler, who does right by his people and his family. He fights for what's right, even when that fight is nearly impossible. He's a badass, and arguably a literal genius (you'd have to be, to do the kinds of things he does in canon).

Anyway, Bail Organa is great and I love him - and you should too.