#but now i must go all the way back to when obi-wan didn’t even know who his dad was yet

[rainintheevening]

How Qui-Gon saves Anakin (and the Galaxy): Part 3

(You can find the other parts by searching the tag #qui-gon is obi-wan's father au, at the bottom. With the hyphens.)

-Qui-Gon dies about two years into the war.

-Anakin takes it hard. He's really happy being married, and he and Obi-Wan are closer than ever, but the war sucks, and it's dragging on, and now he has to say goodbye to his grandfather, who he's loved and leaned on for over half his life.

-Totally gonna write a scene for this.

-Anakin gets kinda clingy with both Obi-Wan and Padmé after that, though he tries not to be obvious about it. Obi-Wan is kind but reasonable about it. Padmè is equally kind, but him wanting to know exactly where she's going on a given day, or who she's going to be with, does get irritating.

-But in the wake of Qui-Gon's death, Palpatine pounces. There's a big hole in Anakin’s life, and Palptine is no Qui-Gon, but he is kind, and he listens, and he shares Anakin’s concerns about the war and the state of the Republic.

-Anakin is definitely struggling emotionally as we get into the events of RotS. He's not nearly so close to the dark side as in canon, he's not hanging out in the middle between Palpatine and the Jedi, but Palpatine’s coaxing him toward the bridge, he's getting to the edge of solid ground. (Yes, he's not technically a Jedi, but he's been functioning the same as all the rest in the war. They're still all his friends and family, he cares about them plenty.)

-One thing Anakin does a lot is have conversations with Qui-Gon in his head. Rants, jokes, musings on the local flora and fauna. Lots of 'I miss you's.

-Palpatine arranging his kidnapping at Grievous's hands is his first big test of Anakin’s loyalty to him. Siccing Anakin on Dooku is really what will tell Palpatine if trying to turn him will be worth it.

-Anakin still kills Dooku. This would be the first time he's really accessed the dark side. Immediately feels sick to his stomach, but throttles that guilt. Makes himself focus on rescuing Palpatine and Obi-Wan. But after it's like he can feel Qui-Gon's eyes on him, those Dad Special 'I'm not angry, just incredibly disappointed' eyes. He mentally snaps at Qui-Gon, tries to justify killing the man who was his master. Grumbles about not talking to Obi-Wan. Finally sighs, and thinks, Later. I'll talk to him later, I want to see my WIFE.

-Being able to tell Obi-Wan about Padmé being pregnant will be a massive plus! Also word getting round to the rest of the Jedi and everyone going, "Oh no, another Skywalker?!"

-With Anakin not being a member of the Order the whole business of getting appointed to the council gets shot. I'm still unsure how to spin all the political stuff and still make Palps look clever. I'm not politically clever in the least.

-Also since Anakin and Padmé are openly married, there's no real reason not to talk to Obi-Wan about his nightmare visions of Padmé screaming in the throes of childbirth (my dude, just 'cause she's screaming doesn't mean she's dying). But maybe he struggles with his own pride, not wanting to admit his fear to Obi-Wan. He's probably been trying very hard in the past year, since Qui-Gon died, to prove how grown up he can be. (Kinda ridiculous alongside how clingy he is sometimes.) He really wishes Qui-Gon was there.

-Maybe Obi-Wan comes over for dinner, and Anakin dozes off on the couch 'cause he has not been sleeping. Teases Padmé by putting his head in Obi-Wan’s lap, and his feet in hers. Jerks awake from another vision, almost kicking Padmé, and scaring her. Obi-Wan pries the story out of him. Okay, here's another scene I need to write.

-So Anakin’s getting Obi-Wan’s advice, getting reminded of Qui-Gon's advice about the future and his visions. Padmé gets checked out by the Temple healers on Anakin’s request, and she's absolutely fine.

-Obi-Wan goes to Utapau the same. Anakin is torn between wanting to go with him and worrying about Padmé. Obi-Wan chuckles a bit at that, and tells Anakin, he's honoured, but Anakin’s duty is to his wife, and didn't they say something about twins having a tendency to come early? So he should probably stick around.

-And Palptine knows he's gotta make his move fast or he's going to lose Anakin. Anakin still isn't sleeping well, cause the visions don't just stop. Palpatine calls him in, does his big reveal. Appeals to Anakin with the promise of being able to save Padmé for sure for sure. (So stupid because of course you can't control the future, but the offer sounds pretty darn tempting to a frustrated and worried Anakin.)

-That all kinda goes the same. Anakin reacts to the Sith Lord reveal, gets talked down, doesn't say a whole lot, takes Palps advice to think on it.

-He goes back to the Temple, tells Mace. I think he would be particularly torn over the idea of Palpatine being the Sith lord, because he's always held onto a seed of hatred for the Sith, because it was a Sith who wounded Qui-Gon so severely, in a way that eventually led to his death, at a time when Anakin felt like he'd never needed both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan in his life more. And now a man he thought was a friend is the Number One Sith, possibly even was behind Darth Maul?? But then he was promising Anakin certainty about Padmé's life, which he could really use these days. He's confused, really not sure who to trust, or who's telling the truth. Of course he begs to go with Mace to arrest Palpatine. Mace looks him dead in the eye, says, "I know he's your friend. If he is the Sith Lord, will you be willing to do whatever it takes to stop him?" Anakin hesitates longer than two seconds, and Mace shakes his head. "Than I don't want you being forced to make that decision in the heat of a moment. You're staying here."

-This is still the crucial moment, the tipping point. Anakin’s tempted, sorely tempted to believe Palpatine. But... more than anything he wishes he could talk to Qui-Gon. It's been over a year since he last heard his grandpa's voice, last felt that gentle hand on his shoulder. He waits in the Council chamber and he's alone, so he starts talking to Qui-Gon out loud. Begging for advice, for Qui-Gon to tell him what he should do.

-It takes him a minute or two to realize that his imagined responses from Qui-Gon are just a little... louder, quicker, and more direct than usual. It sounds like Qui-Gon is actually TALKING to him, and then he can hear that familiar chuckle, an incredibly familiar brush of warm, tempered strength and gentleness in the Force, and he pretty much falls over. Thumps down into a chair (pure coincidence that it's Obi-Wan’s usual seat).

-This changes everything.

-I will be writing this scene.

-They talk. Qui-Gon's reminders of the truth are like breathing clean air or drinking fresh water, after subsisting on smoke or engine oil for a while. Anakin gets his feet back on solid ground. He makes his choice.

-He goes to fight Palpatine. Helps Mace. Palpatine dies, but not directly by a blow from Anakin. Probably deflected Force lightning.

-Order 66 gets averted. Obi-Wan comes home safe. The babies are born. Padmé has a hard labour, but she's fine.

-And to make a long story short, they lived happily ever after. :)

[vadersassistant]

Irresistibly Yours One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) has been hiding across the galaxy for a year, attempting to flee her husband alongside Obi-Wan Kenobi, but now it is over. When the Sith finally tracks her down she must make a choice, continue to live a lie or leave with the man she loves. Takes place during Kenobi with altered events. Reader is previously a Jedi married to Anakin Skywalker.

Warnings: Make out session, mentions of sex, slight violence (not towards reader)

A/N: The poll I made landed in a 50/50 between suited Vader and nightfall Vader so I'm giving you the best of both worlds. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.

“You have to go,” I demanded, turning away from the door in horror.

“(Y/N),” Kenobi pleaded.

“He wants me Obi-Wan, we don’t have a choice,” I reasoned. “You know he will continue to harm those people until I come out from hiding.”

“He’s going to try and take you.”

“And I’ll try and throw him off my trail, at least one of us needs to escape.”

“I understand,” he said, after a moment of silence.  “Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“May the force me with you Obi-Wan,” I nodded to him, saying the old phrase intentionally.

“You as well.”

I watched him enter the secret tunnels in the back of the workshop before it slid shut, and audibly sighed. I knew it was hopeless, it wasn’t possible to ever escape him. I couldn’t, not with how well he knew me. A part of me didn’t even agree with Kenobi, as he still believed in the Jedi and being heroes. I had changed, and their morals didn’t resonate with me any longer, not since the fall.

My body shook, as I ran as hard as I could once opening the door. It was loud on purpose, everyone standing in the little street seeing me and yelping in surprise. I saw the inquisitorious point in my direction, calling out my action for their lord. I could feel it, even though I couldn’t see his face beneath the mask. I could feel that he was looking at me, the two of us making eye contact for the first time in a year. He was massive, even taller than before and stronger than ever, right on my tail as I fled. I was quick, my legs carrying me into the maze of shipping crates and dirt from afar. I should have been quieter, but I knew that wouldn’t do much. He could track me in other ways, like the force.

His cold presence clung to my shoulders as I ran between the mounts that acted like walls. I needed to throw him off, but I knew it was impossible. He was too intelligent, too quick. His steps were twice as much as my own, the force connection that bound us inseverable. My heartbeat picked up, so much so I could hear it as if it were right in my ear. My hands were trembling lightly from the thrill of fleeing.

“There is no escape,” his modulated voice said, but I couldn’t tell where it came from.

“I’ll never join you,” I whispered.

The Sith was nowhere to been seen. I backed up, returning to my original pace and attempting to find him again in the pitch black, even though his suit was the same color. He hadn’t ignited his saber yet, although it didn’t make much of a difference, since I hadn’t ignited mine in months. In truth, I hadn’t touched a thing related to the Jedi in a year. All of it, including the force, I severed myself from, up until he started hunting me down.

He invaded my dreams, doing everything in his power to get to me. When he came, it wasn’t painful, it felt amazing, too good; feelings I only experienced in his presence. He tried to pleasure me, sooth me and coax me into joining him, promising to save me from Kenobi. He abused our connection from our time as Jedi’s, seeping into my conscious and speaking to my thoughts, ghosting my body with his invisible touch. Every time I thought of him, I thought of the past. I told myself I didn’t love him, but we both knew it was a lie.

“Really?”

I knocked into something hard, strong hands coming around my upper arms. They kept me in place with ease, essentially locking me in my tracks. I looked up and swallowed, knowing I was done for.

“Vader,” my breath was short. I wouldn't call him Anakin.

“My dear,” he said.

“I am not your dear,” I tried to back up, but it was no use. My chest tightened, feeling his thumb rub my skin comfortingly.

“Yet you are weakening in my hold,” he spoke sweetly, opposite of his reputation. If anyone else rejected him, they would be dead, neck snapped, I knew that.

“You’re a liar,” I said unfearingly.

“You are the only one lying here, (Y/N),” Vader replied. “Don’t deny me any further.”

His voice lit a fire across my entire body, smooth yet so deep I could have lost it right then and there. It took everything to keep my composure, a fake stubbornness still trying to hold up across my face. I wanted so badly to do a million different things. A part of me thought to leave, to escape and flee once again. But another part of me wanted to follow him, leave Kenobi behind, and go into the depths of hell.

“I will never join you, Sith,” I used his new title as an insult. “Now let go of me.”

“Your thoughts betray you, my love,” Vader said. "I feel your conflict."

“I hate you.”

“Hate is not an attribute of a Jedi, or you,” he entertained. “You are too caring to hate.”

He was right, always right, and knew me far too well. I sighed aloud, as he still held me and I could just feel the victorious expression through his mask.

“I married Anakin Skywalker, not you.”

“Anakin Skywalker still remains, but only for your pleasure,” he rebutted. “I am here, waiting for you, my dear. You and I can overthrow the emperor, become the galaxies newest destined rulers. Leave Kenobi and set yourself free, do what we both know you long to. We are mean't to be together.”  

I looked into his helm, hoping that I might see his eyes through the blacked-out visors. My lips parted just slightly, breathing hitched as my hands rested on the Sith’s chest. You could see it, Vader's muscles breaching the clothes he wore. The armor fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, hands so skilled and trusted. My head dipped, succumbing to what I truly thought.

“I’m supposed to kill you, to try and run away.”

“I know,” he leaned forward, his mask hovering over my head.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this,” I my hands turned into fists, pounding on his chest in frustration.

“But you don’t agree with Kenobi,” he finished.

“I don't."

“So, join me, my dear,” Vader coaxed, placing a leather glove on my jaw to tilt my head upward.

I breathed deeply, my pupils slowly dilating while taking him in.

“Take the mask off."

Surprisingly, the Sith didn’t argue. He let go of me and slipped his thumb around the rim of the helm, like he needed to turn something off. A hissing sound followed, confirming my suspicions, and he lifted it above his head carefully, dropping it onto the ground. I watched it fall, clinking on the ground as if he didn’t care for it. My eyes slowly trailed back up, seeing his true appearance in what felt like forever.

His hair was the same length, wavy and brown, yet in the face he had grown so much. His jawline was even more developed, the scar still remaining on the right brow. The most prominent feature was his eyes, gold with red rimming the irises. His gaze was more alluring than before, a look I easily got flustered from. He grinned at me checking him out and let out a sexy and low laugh.

“Still have the same effect, don’t I?” Vader asked, his actual voice being used.

“Even better,” the words formed before I could think.

His robotic arm curled around the back of my head, the two of us enclosed on the space between. I slid my arms between his neck, kissing him deeply without hesitation. It felt like a war between hell and heaven, holding my breath for as long as possible while taking the Sith in. The further we went, the worse it got, to where I wrapped my legs around his lower waist and he held onto my ass. We would take short breaths touching each other as much as possible during it, enjoying as much as we could, the both of us starved from one another.

It was no surprise Vader got the upper hand, trailing his lips over to my cheek and down to my neck. He carried me over to a tower of crates, one sitting alone in front of the stack, sitting me down on it gently. I leaned back as if it was a wall, and sounds slipped from my mouth naturally. They were rare to come by, not having heard them in months, my husband well aware. I felt Vader smile as he got onto the crate as well and trailed his hand up my thigh to my top. He was straddling me, making me feel like I was weak, and it was to die for.

More whimpers left my lips, and I knew what he wanted. The Sith fiddled with the zipper of my jacket, remaining eye contact with me while doing so. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, forcing me to shudder as he started to take my clothing off. I wanted him so badly, feeling his cod piece harden against my thigh, but we both sensed something nearby. The two of us froze, silent as his cloak shielded me from anyone’s line of sight.

“Obi-wan is near,” I whispered.

“He has come back to try to take you away from me,” Vader said, his hands now placed on both sides so that I was caged in. It was protective, the look in his eyes possessive.

“We must go, you have to have a ship nearby,” I told him.

“I do, follow me,” he nodded.

I slid off the crate, slightly upset we had been interrupted, but there wasn’t time to think about it. Obi-wan would never forgive me if he saw this, and I preferred that I remained on good terms with him. Vader called for his helmet with the force, it quickly suctioning to his hand and then being placed on his head. I kept up with him, weaving through the maze of construction until we got closer to the town. It seemed that most of the Imperial forces had been ordered to leave, Vader having called them off unsurprisingly.

The people that once lingered around were all inside, sleeping away in fear from what happened. Behind all of the buildings was a ship, the shadow of it coming into view from around the corner. It was the infamous Tie-Fighter the Sith always flew in, extremely well developed and luxurious. He lifted up the hatch with a wave of two fingers, offering a hand politely to help me up onto the top. It was only when he got in first and sat down that I realized where this was going.

The ship was small, meant to be a one seater and easy to maneuver. Vader took off his helmet once more before shooting me a suggestive look and patting the inside of his leg. It created little space for me to sit in his lap, but I didn't think much of it, all I knew was that what had stopped before was about to resume.

LMK what you all thought about this. I honestly can't decide which Vader I like more so this was very fun to write

[translucent-sun]

Another week later, Cody had made considerable progress in his defenses. His training had been paired with meditation, teaching him how meditation during battle can be difficult but helpful, and with each day, Cody became better, faster at it. With each day it became easier to summon the Force within him, to dive into it and let himself be guided.

He wasn’t sure what Obi-Wan had planned next. They were on their way farther out into the desert, wandering for quite some time now. When Cody had asked Obi-Wan why they didn’t take the Eopies, he’d only answered that we was worried they might get startled. Why, he hadn’t told him. 

Interesting. 

The entire hike he kept wondering what it could possibly be that Obi-Wan had in mind, but with no success. He shook his head, trying to suppress a smile as he thought about all the times Obi-Wan had done this before, refusing to explain things as though they were some big surprise that would be spoiled if he did. Cody could guess the answer when they finally reached a rocky field – debris of varying sizes that must have broken off the nearby canyons, carried here despite their heavy weight by the wandering dunes. 

“There are smaller ones over there, we’ll start with those,” Obi-Wan said without turning, without facing Cody, seemingly knowing that Cody had figured it out. Cody could almost feel his grin without seeing it. 

“It makes no difference, really, neither have any real weight within the Force, but usually it’s easier to start with objects that are perceived to be lighter.”

“Maybe I should start with sand, then,” Cody joked. Or it was supposed to be a joke, though he worried it might have been more deadpan than intended. 

Now Obi-Wan turned. “Sand works as an entity. It’s a lot more difficult to focus on a grain of sand, or even of a collection of them, than it is to focus on a rock.”

“Alright," he said, clasping his hands. "I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.”

Obi-Wan cocked his head and considered Cody for a moment. “Yes, you are.” There was really no room to argue in the tone he said it, soft but stern. Obi-Wan wouldn’t do this if he wasn’t sure, and besides, so far Cody had mastered all the tasks he’d been given. But this – this felt different. This felt big. 

Meditating could easily be dismissed as auditory hallucinations if you didn’t want to believe in it; not more than what he heard in his nightmares. The way he feels his targets in their defense training could just be his natural instincts. Most of his brothers had those, they’re soldiers after all. But making rocks fly? It felt like he was stepping into strange territory, the thought of it alone, of the possibility that he would be able to do this, felt so unreal that he had to force his mind to picture it. 

He realized that it must have been a while when he noticed a funny look on Obi-Wan’s face – something between worry and wonder, wanting to say something but not interrupt his thoughts. Only when he seemed to notice that Cody was back did he continue. “You doubt your abilities, but I can feel how strong the Force is in you. You’re suppressing it, which in turn makes it feel weaker to you than it is.”

Cody sighed. “It’s just all so new to me.” 

Already moving again, walking further into the field of rocks, Obi-Wan called back, “that’s why we’re taking it slow.”

“You call this slow?” Cody laughed, hurrying after Obi-Wan. “A month ago I didn’t know I had this ability, and today we’re going to lift rocks with our mind,” he teased, wiggling his fingers in the air as he spoke. Obi-Wan chuckled softly.

“You’re making it sound like magic.”

Cody considered him for a moment. “Well, isn’t it?” He didn’t get a reply–not in words. 

Instead, the ground around them began to shake. It only lasted seconds, then the first rock lifted out of the sand, a second and third followed quickly after. Loose sand was trickling off them, the rules of gravity only broken for the rock itself. Cody had seen him and other Jedi do this trick countless times, with objects much larger, but he couldn’t help but watch in awe, his mind trying to make sense of it once again. Obi-Wan still stood with his back towards Cody, with no visible strain in his body, his shoulders relaxed.

“It is no magic,” Obi-Wan finally said. “But the power of your mind.” The rocks fell back to the ground with a hollow thump. “Your turn, I will guide you,” he added with a grin as he turned around.

“This one,” Cody said after a while. Obi-Wan had made him pick a rock and joined him on the ground, crossing his legs beneath himself.

“Alright. We will start with plain old meditation, the same way we’ve been practicing.” 

Cody had gotten quite good at navigating within the realms of the Force, at seeing through the flood of emotions and seek what he needed. And yet, this felt new. 

“Call upon the Force. Let it flow through you.” Cody felt Obi-Wan’s gaze on him. He focused on his task, and slowly but surely, he could feel it. He could manage it. “Ready?” Obi-Wan asked. Cody nodded. “Open your eyes and focus on the rock you chose. Lift your hand towards it.” Cody did as he was told.

“Exert your will on it. Feel as though you were physically touching it, taking it into your hand and lifting it off the ground.”

The rock started to vibrate, ever so slightly, barely noticeable if one wasn’t paying close attention. Cody pressed his eyes shut in concentration, almost feeling the rock’s rough surface in the palm of his hand, feeling its shape, its heat. He opened them with a gasp before sinking into himself, a bone-deep exhaustion suddenly taking over, physically as well as mentally. He shook his head, unable to voice what he wanted to say.

“You did great,” Obi-Wan encouraged him. “You made it move on your first try, that’s impressive, to be quite honest.” Cody glanced up at him, even the small movement taking too much effort. “It’s common to feel exhausted. Younglings have lost consciousness after levitating their first object,” he said with a chuckle.

“I’m not a youngling and I didn’t levitate anything, I barely made it shake,” Cody argued, but he knew he wouldn’t win.

“No to both, but you’re barely a month into exploring the Force, so don’t be so hard on yourself. We will try again tomorrow.” Why did he always have to be so damn convincing?

“Fine,” Cody exhaled. “But we will either take the rock home or find something closer. I’m not walking out here just to not make it fly.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, rising to his feet and extending a hand to help Cody up. 

“Fine,” he said in mock-defeat. Cody did not expect him to pick up the rock and stow it away in his bag. He must have noticed his confusion, because he explained, “you’ve gotten familiar with it now, with the way the rock feels when you reach out to it with the Force. It would be a shame to put that to waste.”

With a sigh, Cody took the bag from Obi-Wan and swung it over his own shoulder.

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Your day had done rather well, Maul seemed to have a bit of an attitude but when did he not. While going through some documents for Dathomir and noticed something odd, every single deal had involved Maul and strangely they all involved someone named Savage Opress, you presumed he was the Dathomirian advisor but why would he be a man. The night sister ran the organisation right?

You walked over to Maul who was seated in an office at the end of the hall. The red Zebrak looked at you with pure annoyance “Hey Maul, I noticed something on the papers for Dathomir.” He glanced up from his computer “and that would be?�� Maul always had that stern face it was quite hard to explain, the only way you could describe it was that it was the total opposite of obi wans. “Well, there’s a man named Savage Opress but I thought it was a woman owned company?” You asked a bit hesitant. 

“That would be my brother, he works for the company” he made eye contact and continued “you don’t know a thing about Dathomirs history, do you?” You were indeed a bit out of your depth. "When we go to the night sisters tomorrow, let me do the talking “ he stated “Are you satisfied with your answer?” He went back to typing “I think so.” He pointed to the door “then go.”

Maker, he was petty. Closing the door behind, you let out a long sigh. Maul could be really tiresome to be around. You heard a huffed set of laughs. Looking over to the desks, you saw Quinlan trying to hush himself and his desk friends Kit and Obi wan. 

You walked over, hardly able to keep from laughing yourself. “Did he kick you out of his office?” Obi wan questioned with a mischievous smile on his face “he did, why does he have an office anyways?” Maul sat at the back of the office normally. “He threatened Rex for it" Quinlan giggled out. “Maker, I can't imagine how bad it must be to work with him,” Kit let out with a loud sigh. 

You took a bit of offence, sure maul could be arrogant, prideful and a downright rude but he was a hard worker that just seemed a bit guarded. “It really isn’t that bad, he works really hard and we get along somewhat well!" Quinlan passed a look towards obi wan “Wouldn’t you want to work with someone else?” You thought it was a bit of a strange question. “I mean it's sometimes a bit difficult but he knows a lot of stuff about Dathomir, I don’t think anyone else would be more suited for the job. His brother even works there.” You ended with a bit of a smile. 

Rex's voice boomed from the front desk, you rushed back over to your desk. There was a man standing next to Rex that you didn’t recognise “Y/n this is is Bail Organa, HR representative and a weekly nuisance “ you were a bit taken aback by that. "I thought I planned the meeting on Monday next week, did you not get the email?” he let out a rumble laugh “I don't check emails from my branches, I thought it would be a good idea to check up on how you blended in with your peers” that was nice at least. Rex started awkwardly stepping away back to his office. He must have been uncomfortable, you thought.

Bail guided you to a nearby conference room (which really was more like a table with 6 seats). He pulled out a chair and crossed the room to sit in front of it. You took the seat. “So tell me how you’re blending in?” Bail asked “Well I'm doing rather well. My first day was a bit of a hassle but I think I’m really getting the hang of it now” you beamed. You liked your new job a lot, the hours were kind, the people were ever kinder and your pay was great. “I heard you were late a few times, may I ask why?” He looked at you nonchalantly. “Well my car broke down on my way over on that infamous first day." "Did you find a good garage?" he asked, ''Yeah , Its called MustaCar and they’re fixing up the car as we speak. It took them almost an hour to get there but they did it.” Bail looked shocked when you said MustaCar "Who was your mechanic?” He questioned a big to quickly “Anakin Skywalker.” that was one name you weren’t going to forget quickly. He nodded and smiled. “Are there any other things you would like to speak about?” You shook your head “No, not really.”

Bail shook your hand as you both left the room, you noticed that he walked over towards Obi Wan but his hologram went off before he could get there. He bid a quick sympathetic goodbye to the paper company before walking away. And your day continued as normal. 

You walked down the stairs to the parking lot to catch your ride home, 'Shaggy' the minivan. Qui Gon was standing by the beauty but Obi Wan was nowhere in sight. “Hey y/n, how was your day?” He greeted you warmly “My day was pretty great. How long do you think we need to wait on Obi Wan?” He let out a laugh “He kept talking too much so now he's running behind with his work, which means i will give him a lift later." He looked at you knowingly but of what you didn’t know. “Are you in a rush?” He asked “Yup, could you drop me off at this address? “ You had written it down back at your desk because Shaggy didn’t have a GPS. “Well then we better get going!” Qui Gon said while stepping into his car.

It didn’t take too long for you to get there. “MustaCar...” was all Qui Gon let out before bidding you goodbye and you did the same.

Stepping out of the vehicle you wave your thanks to Qui Gon before walking the short distance to MustaCar. Making your way into the reception, you are greeted by a gruff man who tells you to go out back to see your beloved Shelby. Pushing open the door you are greeted by a ball of fur curling around your legs. Bending down, you pat the sandy loth cat before spotting your shining glory. Shelby sits looking rather sad but nevertheless still beautiful. You cross the distance to her, loth cat in tow, and run your hand over her blue bonnet. 

“She won’t be done for a while you know?” the voice from beside you makes you jump out of your skin. “Didn’t mean to scare you” Anakin says smoothly, leaning on the side of shelby. You walk around the car, checking that she hasn’t acquired any scratches or dents.”I swear I haven’t damaged her one bit, my apprentice has been working on her mostly” he pauses “but don’t worry she knows what she is doing.”

You up at the apprentice, noticing his ruffled hair and rolled up sleeves. ‘Damn’ is all you think to yourself before shutting out those ideas circling your head. He was just a guy after all. With enough charm to sink a battleship. You mentally elbow yourself before speaking; “how long is a while?” “At least another few weeks, parts are difficult to ship in at the moment” He explains before shooting you a winning smile, “means I get to look at you more often if you continue to stop by.” You roll your eyes at him, maybe to make up for the feeling in your gut.

Interrupting Anakin's remarks, the loth cat wanders up to you and makes a sound that basically implies ‘attention please’. You bend down to pat it, but it gets a different idea and basically jumps onto you, luckily your reflected kick in and you manage to place your hand around it. It settles comfortably in your arms and you are able to stand back up. You hear Anakin let out a laugh. “Sorry, she’s new to the place” he says, “showed up the other day, hungry, but very friendly.” You nod, giving the animal a scratch behind its large, pointed ears.

“She is very friendly, does she have a name?” you question, looking at the creature's large, chocolatey eyes. “Snips wanted to name her Honey.” “I can see why, she is very honey coloured.” He smiles “yeah, and sickly sweet.” The cat nudges your shoulder playfully, and you scratch under its chin. “I can tell” you laugh.

“Hate to break up your bonding session” a female voice says as she walks over. You recognise her as Ahsoka, Anakin’s teenages apprentice. “But the boss wants to see you” She points an accusing finger at the man beside you. He nods before turning to face you, “I'll see you around sweetheart.” He shoots you a winning grin before he walks off inside the building. Ahsoka rolls her eyes dramatically before beginning to tell you exactly what she has been doing to your Shelby.

You are left with a strange feeling in your gut and a lot of questions to ask yourself.

So sorry this took so long. We live in different parts of the world and planning can get tricky. We will definitely finish this project anyways… We hope you enjoy <3

[cozy-the-overlord]

Memory

Summary: Returning to her old master's side for the first time since she left the Order, Ahsoka reflects on her past.

Word Count: 4,592

A/N: I don't usually write for clone wars (despite it being my longest running hyperfixation to date) but it's my sister's birthday and she's been begging me to write a fic for her for years so I thought I'd make that happen for her. Everyone say "happy birthday JJ!!"

Thank you so much for reading!!

Warnings: None

~~my taglist is all for Loki fics so I'm not putting it here but if you do want to be tagged on any potential future clone wars fics please let me know!!~~

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Ahsoka knew she shouldn’t be excited.

It was hard to describe the feelings churning in her chest as the Mandalorian ship docked in the hanger. It must have read like dread to Bo-Katan, who patted her shoulder as they first passed into Republic airspace.

“Don’t worry. Hopefully, we won’t be here long.”

Ahsoka swallowed, nodded. She couldn’t blame the Mandalorian. There was a sense of dread building within her the closer they came to disembarking, even if it wasn’t the kind her companion expected. Just seeing the Jedi cruiser when they came out of hyperspace had brought a lump to her throat. The thought of who was waiting for her on that ship made even tighter. And so she had to keep herself cold, keep herself focused on the task at hand, shut down the longing that rose in her chest the moment she saw how her old master lit up when he said her name. She was here on a mission, not to visit or reminisce. Certainly not to return.

She just missed it so much.

Ahsoka felt guilty for missing it. This was something she had chosen – she could have gone back after everything. That’s what everyone had expected, what everyone had wanted. It was her decision to walk away, a necessary decision, and she couldn’t let herself regret that now. Besides, there had to be something morally reprehensible about pining for times of war, right? It wasn’t the suffering she craved – no, she had seen enough death to haunt her nightmares until the day she herself succumbed to it. Ahsoka didn’t want to go back to that.

But … she missed them. Her time with the Martez sisters, kind as they may have been, had only made the gaping hole in her chest feel emptier. She missed her friends. She missed sitting in the mess hall with the clones and listening to their stories, missed the thrill of excitement when they turned to her and let her tell them her own – they must have been so amused by her, this fourteen-year-old girl trying to live up to their war stories with her tales of training at the Jedi temple. But it was an affectionate sort of amusement. They saw her as a little sister even as she grew to outrank them in experience as well as position, and she found their paternalist nature bothered her less and less as it grew tempered with mutual respect.

She missed Master Kenobi, his ever-assured composure and his droll humor, the way his brow would quirk when he was holding back a laugh. It was funny – he wasn’t her master, and yet he had always been around, ready with an instruction or a quip or some word of wisdom. She got the feeling at times that he saw her just as much as his padawan as Anakin’s, although he was careful never to overstep his authority. Sometimes Ahsoka used to consider an alternate reality, where she had been apprenticed to him as he had expected when she stepped off that shuttle on Christophsis, how things might have played out differently. For as much as she admired Obi-Wan Kenobi, as much as she cared for him, she somehow struggled to imagine a world where she fit well alongside him as his student. And she wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“You’re reckless, little one. You never would have made it as Obi-Wan’s padawan.”

Oh, Anakin.

His name had been legend amongst her youngling class, even more so than his master. He was just so cool – not like the stuffy masters clogging the council chambers, no, Anakin Skywalker was young, and he walked through the halls in black robes you could see from all the way across the Temple, and he was fascinating. A Jedi so renown for his military prowess that he rarely had the chance to return to the Temple after one battle ended before another began, whose success rate was as high as his casualties were low. He destroyed a Trade Federation battleship all by himself at nine years old, the first time he ever set foot in a starfighter cockpit. He dueled Count Dooku at the Battle of Geonosis as a padawan and survived with only a missing hand. When Ahsoka had learned that he was to be her master, she had been thrilled.

Of course, it hadn’t gone quite how she expected. Anakin learned that he was receiving a padawan only when she showed up at his proverbial doorstep, and they barely had any time to process this turn of events before the Clone Wars came roaring behind at her heels. The whole thing was rather whiplash-inducing – Ahsoka had gone from being the top of her class, living off a perpetual feast of praise for her form, her reflexes, her ingenuity, to being an unwanted annoyance that couldn’t seem to do anything right. She was as resilient as she was enthusiastic, but after the fiasco at the shield generator Anakin’s frustration was really beginning to weigh down on her.

And then he said it.

“… but you might make it as mine.”

The years would prove them to be a well-matched pair, albeit an unconventional one. They bickered more than was likely appropriate of a master and apprentice, but when it came moments of battle the two of them were of one mind. With such an unconventional Jedi as her teacher, Ahsoka found herself learning all sorts of things that she had never dreamed of while in Temple classrooms, experiences that often involved sneaking behind the council’s back to do so. After all, Rex told her once with a wry smile, there was nothing General Skywalker enjoyed more than disobeying a direct order. And for all his feigned irritation, it became clear early on even to her that Anakin cared for her more than he ever would be willing to admit.

It was the overprotectiveness. Especially in the beginning, Anakin was constantly fretting about her safety, pulling her in from situations she was certain she could handle, keeping her off of missions he deemed too dangerous. It used to bother her so much. How could it not? If he trusted her abilities – trusted her – to take care of herself, surely he wouldn’t be so scared to let her put his training to the test? Because he was scared, she came to realize. It took a while to recognize it for what it was, but his fear was a palpable thing, something that pulsated through the Force like a frantic beating heart any time she took a risk in front of him. And boy, did she take risks in front of him.

There was one time, early on, when they had been tasked with retrieving an important ship log from a drifting separatist vessel. It wasn’t long after boarding that they were able to determine why the ship had been abandoned: the reactor core was leaking, and the bridge was slowly filling with contaminated gas. Rex said that the mission was a bust – there was no way to safely retrieve the information they had come for, and no way of knowing that it was even worth the risk. After a bit, Anakin had been inclined to agree, but Ahsoka couldn’t stomach the idea of returning to the cruiser without what they had come so far for. The vents were small enough for her to fit through, and copying the log shouldn’t take too long, and besides, Ahsoka was adept at holding her breath …

She was grinning when she emerged from the vent once more, datastick in hand and only slightly dizzy, but Anakin had been practically seething.

“What were you thinking?” He snapped, forcing her to sit against the wall the way one might an unruly child. “No – sit down. You’re staying right there until Kix has checked you out.”

“But I got the data—”

“You could have been killed.” He grabbed the datastick from her with his mechanical hand, and for a moment Ahsoka almost expected him to crush it between his fingers. Instead, he only held it before her face. “This is not worth that.”

She scowled. She had just saved the mission and of course, all the thanks she gets is a lecture. “You risk your life all the time – I don’t know why you get mad at me when I do it!”

“I take necessary risks,” he retorted. “Nothing about this was necessary.”

“But—”

“No. I’m not arguing with you on this, Ahsoka.” His tone was firm. The conversation was over.

Yes, he was scared. It was strange to realize that – fear was perhaps the most un-Jedi-like emotion one could possess. Didn’t Master Yoda always say that fear was the path to the Dark Side? But Ahsoka had always known her master was a peculiar Jedi, and more often than not his peculiarities played to his strengths. He feared loss of life, and so he saw to it that lives were not lost. It was a dangerous game. Life and death is so often beyond anyone’s control, and she knew Anakin struggled with that reality. Sometimes he panicked. Sometimes he lost control.

There was that time on Mortis …

Ahsoka didn’t remember much of Mortis, and practically none at all of her time spent in the clutches of the force-wielder they called The Son – it all seemed to fade together into some sort of blurry nightmare the moment she opened her eyes once more on the shuttle. But she remembered that. She remembered dragging herself up off the ground, coughing the stale air out of her lungs as her vision swam behind her eyes. And Anakin was there. She couldn’t even see him, really, but she felt him next to her, watching over her … and then he was holding her.

He laughed a bit awkwardly when he pulled away, tried to play it off like everything was normal and nothing had happened – hey, Snips – and they never spoke about it again. But Ahsoka remembered it. Her master had never hugged her before, and never did again. Jedi tended to shy away from that sort of physical embrace in general – it was too emotional, too irrational, a sign of attachment. Ahsoka rather thought he hadn’t even meant to do it. Something had come over him and he just grabbed her as tightly as he could.

Take it easy on him, Obi-Wan would tell her weeks later, when Ahsoka was stewing about another new mission Anakin had decided was too dangerous to include her. He watched you die. He’s not going to forget that any time soon.

So quickly did the moment pass that she hadn’t even thought to hug him back.

She regretted that sometimes.

In retrospect, there was an irony in how frantic he became whenever he felt she was in any sort of danger when compared to his training methods. Ahsoka couldn’t imagine what the council might have said if they knew Anakin was regularly ordering his men to fire stun shots at his padawan until she missed a deflection and landed unconscious on the hanger floor. But the more you thought about it, the more it went hand-in-hand.

“I want you to be prepared for anything,” Anakin had told her. “I want to know you could survive anything.” Overpreparation, due to overprotection. It made sense.

Though it hadn’t seemed fair to her at first – how did this prepare her for anything? She could pass the droid tests with flying colors. When would she ever need to fight the clones? (there was the true irony – Ahsoka never could have foreseen the frenzied chase through the sewers of Coruscant). It felt as though her master was setting her up to fail.

But as she got older, as she learned to foresee the shots before they were fired, as she found herself going longer and longer – five minutes before she got hit with a blast, then ten, then twenty, then half an hour, until Anakin was calling the exercise over before she ever ended up on the floor – only then did she realize that he was doing the opposite. She learned to think on her feet, to pay attention to all things at once without ever losing focus, to stay calm and collected and in control no matter what it was she was facing.

It especially came in handy in the moments when Ahsoka found herself responsible for more than just herself. Jinx and O-Mer on the Trandoshan Island Four, for one, or Lux and his team of Onderon rebels. Or the younglings on the Gathering test. Just the thought of that series of events gave Ahsoka a headache, even though it had all turned out alright in the end. All in all, she had been pretty pleased with how she had handled Hondo’s sudden unprovoked attack, even if it had gone horribly wrong in the last seconds of their escape. Finding herself overpowered and handcuffed on a drunken pirate’s ship was certainly not her brightest moment, but oh well. They had all made it out in the end.

“I haven’t spoken to Anakin,” Obi-Wan told her once she and the younglings were safely aboard the cruiser. It was a calm, quiet statement, an offhand remark that almost masked the seriousness beneath it.

Ahsoka nodded, matching his faux unconcern. “Good. Best not to worry him.”

They stood there nodding together on the bridge, as if they weren’t both acutely aware that a worried Anakin might have resulted in a Republic invasion of Florrum instead of the Separatists.

Of course, he had to find out eventually, and when he did Ahsoka could sense him fuming all the way from the hanger as he stormed up to meet them.

“You just let him go?” he snapped at Obi-Wan. “He attacked and boarded a non-military vessel, tried to kill six children to steal their kyber crystals, and held a Jedi commander captive for several rotations and you just let him fly off into the sunset?”

“Grievous destroyed his base, Master. He lost his stronghold and most of his men. He’s not going to bother us again anytime soon.” Ahsoka hoped she sounded appropriately soothing. She had told Anakin that Hondo had planned to ransom her to the Separatists to collect a Jedi bounty, which riled him up enough as it was. That was fine. He didn’t need to know about the private buyer looking for a female Jedi. Quite honestly, Ahsoka would’ve been happy if she never had to think about that ever again – she didn’t need Anakin using it as a reason to hunt the pirate across the galaxy and beat him to a bloody pulp.

“Besides, we have more pressing matters to attend to,” said Obi-Wan, ever the face of logic. “Ahsoka is fine, Anakin. The younglings are safe. We must move forward.”

Her master grunted, still scowling, but relenting all the same. It was later, as they headed for their quarters, that he brought it up again.

“How did you end up on their ship in the first place?”

“I had the younglings reroute power to the engines to break the boarding tube.” Ahsoka smirked. “Sucked Hondo and all his men back to his ship. I just got caught up in it.”

Anakin raised his eyebrows, considering the strategy. “Impressive. You came up with that on the spot?”

Her smirk widened. “Yep.” Her master was never one for superfluous praise – whenever he complimented her actions, she knew he was truly impressed. It never failed to fill her with pride.

Of course, he always managed to find something meriting improvement.

“You should have waited until you were in a sealed chamber, though,” he said. “That suction could have killed you even without the pirates.”

“Well, that was the plan.” Ahsoka huffed. “There were … complications.”

He snorted. “Isn’t there always?” They turned the corner of the hall, nodding in acknowledgment at the brief salutes from passing clones. General, Commander.

After a bit, Anakin cleared his throat. “Well, we’re heading to Coruscant for a bit, so hopefully you’ll get a bit of a break before we’re back in the Outer Rim.” He glanced at her for only a moment before turning forward once more. “I’ve had enough of loaning you out to others.”

Ahsoka grinned to herself. Oh Anakin, never one to share. “Sounds good to me.”

It wasn’t often that Anakin “loaned her out” so to speak – there were precious few who he seemed to trust with her. Obi-Wan of course was an exception, and Rex, and Senator Amidala (although Ahsoka always got the impression that he was more trusting her with the senator, rather than the other way around), but even then, he’d get noticeably grumpy when he had to send her off on a mission that he himself was not a part of. But Ahsoka knew his moodiness was a compliment, deep down. Even if he didn’t want to part with her, he trusted her abilities enough that he couldn’t think of a reason to keep her behind.

“You and Master Skywalker are very close,” Barriss had commented once, while they were both on a rare break from battle at the temple.

The way she said it – like it was a bad thing, like there was something wrong with it – made Ahsoka frown.

“I suppose,” she said, hoping that the prickliness in her chest didn’t appear in her voice. “But aren’t all masters supposed to be close with their padawans?” The bond between a Jedi teacher and his apprentice is strong, Cad Bane had sneered down at her. Although even Ahsoka had to admit that she wasn’t sure how many other Jedi would have chosen the life of their padawan over that of thousands of innocent children …

She chose not to think about it.

Barriss only hummed. “I suppose so …” She didn’t look up.

Ahsoka felt bad for Barriss, which was funny because she was pretty sure Barriss felt bad for her. Barriss was uncomfortable around Anakin – she never would admit it out loud, but Ahsoka could tell. And she understood, to a point. Barriss found comfort in etiquette and decorum, in following the rules and sticking to the plan, the kind of thing that would make Anakin spontaneously combust. And Anakin’s methods … certainly differed from Master Luminara’s, that was certain. Barriss was horrified when Ahsoka mentioned how she trained with the clones, so much so that she never brought it up with anyone else ever again.

But Ahsoka felt bad for her. Luminara might never send her padawan into a throng of armed soldiers to fend off blaster shots until she succumbed to a stun blast, but that was the problem, wasn’t it? Anakin did what he did because he wanted her to survive. She knew that better than anything else, and everyone else did too. Luminara herself admitted it, on Geonosis, after the weak signal Ahsoka had frantically hotwired meters and meters beneath the smoking debris brought Anakin digging his way down to the both of them.

“Your master never gave up on you.”

Of course he didn’t. Anakin believed in her, would always do everything he could to find her safely, made sure that she would be able to make it out herself when he couldn’t. But there was the unspoken admission in there as well, and she was certain Barriss heard it, had known it from the beginning. Because while Ahsoka held her breath and flicked the wires of her commlink against the power cell, Barriss sat back, her face a mask of stone, and waited for the air to run out.

Sometimes Ahsoka wondered how things might have been different if they had switched – if Barriss had found herself Anakin’s padawan, and Ahsoka Luminara’s. Would Barriss still abandon the Order if her master did not abandon her first? Would Ahsoka do so instead? She supposed she already did, in a way.

She felt guilty for leaving. She didn’t regret it, necessarily – she couldn’t have stayed after that, after everything. Ahsoka had made her decision before she walked into the council chambers that afternoon, but nothing they said made her question it. If the weight of the situation hadn’t been so overwhelming, she might have laughed – the only Jedi who ever apologized to her was Anakin, the only Jedi in the room who had nothing to apologize for.

But that was what made her feel guilty – the fact that he apologized to her, the way he smiled so warmly at her as he held out her silka beads, how he seemed so certain, so excited that things would finally return to as they were. And the way he went running after her – she had known he would. Some part of her had hoped she’d make it out of the temple before he caught her, because she was afraid he’d talk her out of it. She almost couldn’t look at him.

“What about me? I believed in you, I stood by you!”

That’s what hurt. Knowing that he didn’t understand – that he’d never truly understand, no matter how much he insisted that he did – that he’d never be able to accept that it wasn’t about him and that there was nothing more he could have done to keep her … that hurt. It’s not about you, Anakin, but he’d never be able to see it. He was the reason she almost stayed, but he’d only ever remember that she walked away.

“The Jedi Order is your life. You can’t just throw it away like this. Ahsoka, you are making a mistake.”

“Maybe. But I have to sort this out on my own. Without the council, and without you.”

He trained her to survive, with or without him. She just didn’t think he considered that she’d ever choose to be without him.

…

The meeting with her old masters didn’t go as smoothly as she had hoped. Realistically, Ahsoka had known it would be unlikely that she’d be able to convince Obi-Wan to drop everything and invade a neutral system, even if it was in the name of catching Maul. But Anakin was always ready for a fight, and both of them knew the danger of leaving Maul in a position of unchecked power throughout the galaxy. Ahsoka had thought that maybe they’d be open to it. But as expected, Obi-Wan had been resistant, and Anakin’s interests seemed to lay more in reconnecting than with business. And then of course Bo-Katan got upset and antagonistic with them, which Obi-Wan deescalated with his typical polite composure but which certainly did not help their case.

She was also caught off guard by how much Anakin and the clones had prepared for her. Just hearing the same old greetings as they walked through the halls – General, Commander – was overwhelming. The 501st’s repainted helmets with her facial markings left her absolutely speechless. Ahsoka had expected the men to be bitter upon her return – surely, they’d be hurt, that she had abandoned them at a point of the war when they needed her help most. She hadn’t been prepared for how eager they were to have her return.

It was a problem. She almost wished they hated her. As it was, it only served to further weaken her resolve. It made her wish to stay even more.

And then of course there was Anakin, who was as excited as a puppy the moment she stepped off the gangway. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he had planned all this specifically to coax her back for good – or perhaps he had convinced himself she was back for good already, and this was his welcoming home party. Either way, the ache in her heart only grew when he pulled out the box with her old lightsaber hilts, retrieved from the pits of Coruscant and polished shiny as new. How long must he have searched to recover them? How long must he have worked to restore them? How many hours had he spent with them, that their blades shifted from green to his shade of blue? The probable answers brought tears to her eyes. Ahsoka plucked them from the box and it felt like coming home. His smile welcomed her back.

“That’s what friends are for.”

But just when it seemed that the invasion of Maul’s Mandalore would be approved, word came in that Coruscant was under attack. The Chancellor was in danger. The fleet was to be dispatched immediately. Ahsoka nearly saw red.

But Anakin stepped in – it was odd, seeing him take up the role as mediator, but it suited him more than one would expect. His suggestion of splitting the 501st, promoting Rex to Commander and sending them with Ahsoka to Mandalore, was acceptable enough to Obi-Wan.

“You capture Maul, I’ll take care of Grievous – with any luck, this will all be over soon.”

“Master Kenobi always said there was no such thing as luck.”

She could hear the smirk dripping into his voice. “Good thing I taught you otherwise.”

Ahsoka watched as he walked away, the lump in her throat growing stronger with every step he took. Why did she feel on the brink of tears? It was almost over – in a few rotations, they’d be sitting together exchanging stories over lunch like old friends. Anakin was capable. He’d have the Coruscant situation wrapped up in a neat little bow quicker than one could blink. She’d be seeing him again. Of course she would.

Why then, did she suddenly feel so scared?

“Anakin!”

Ahsoka didn’t really have a reason for calling him back – she just needed him to stop, don’t walk away, if only so she could see his face again. When he did turn back to look at her, brows raised quizzically, she felt almost frozen.

She thought of Mortis, how surprising that had been, how wrong it was for a Jedi to lose control of their emotions like that.

But I’m no Jedi.

Anakin wasn’t expecting it. She felt his confusion in the air as she rushed to close the gap between them, felt him stiffen when she threw her arms around his shoulders. She had to move fast, after all – fast enough to keep herself from overthinking her way out of acting. Once she had though, time seemed to slow to a halt.

Anakin softened far before she did on Mortis. It was only a millisecond before she felt his hands snake around her back, pressing her as tightly to his chest as she did him. Perhaps he had been waiting for this, hoping for it, since she stepped on to the cruiser. He rested his chin on the crown of her head, nestled in the valley between her montrals. That felt nice. Holding him, being held by him – that felt nice too. Ahsoka didn’t want to let go.

Eventually she had to – although her master seemed even more reluctant than she to relinquish his grip. He studied her when they had stepped away from each other, a gentle sort of concern etched across his features.

“You alright, Snips?” he asked softly.

Ahsoka nodded. Swallowed. Found her words. “Good luck out there.”

He exhaled, an amused huff. “You too,” he said, with a gentle pat against her arm. “See you in a bit.”

Ahsoka watched as he left, that ever-present Anakin jaunt in his step as he hurried off down the halls. She wasn’t sure what she was worried about. They’d see each other again.

Some things never changed.

[halfagonyandhope]

when the skies catch fire │ch. 43

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“What are you thinking?” Satine murmurs through the dark.

Obi-Wan turns his head to look at her.

There’s not much moonlight tonight, but enough shines through the transparisteel that he can roughly make out her features. Her brow is furrowed, and she watches him closely.

He rolls over to mirror her position.

“I’m anxious,” he says, his voice low. “And I don’t understand why. I don’t have any missions looming. You’re healthy. Léa is healthy. My parents and my brother are alive. Cody and Quinlan and even Ventress are alive and here.” He pulls the blanket up over both of their shoulders and continues. “Why can’t I just...stop thinking?”

Satine reaches up to rest her hand upon his cheek. She’d helped shave him earlier that day, removing the stubble that had accumulated during his journey to Dathomir and then Serenno.

“My dear Obi-Wan, you’ve spent all of recent memory preparing for the next attack,” she whispers. “When there is no ‘next attack’, your brain creates one.”

He places a hand upon her own.

Satine continues. “You don't know how to process a life without threats. You are too used to preparing to fight, or to flee if need be. That’s why you’re on alert. Your mind is telling you that there must be another threat coming.”

The molecules in the air practically vibrate in tune with the truth of her words, and Obi-Wan breathes out. “How do you know this?”

“Reintegration into Mandalorian society after our time on the lam,” Satine begins. “It was…painful. Some days, it felt impossible. But I found, eventually, that just like you can train your mind to be looking for danger, you can also train it to accept peace.”

He nods. “I think I am afraid,” he says. “I always have been, a little. But now…” He swallows. “There is so much more to lose.”

“I understand,” Satine says. “I feel that, too.” She pulls his hand underneath the blanket, resting their clasped palms between them. “How is Quinlan?”

“Shaken,” says Obi-Wan honestly. “Ventress is going to need our help, I think. She refuses to leave his side, which I understand. But as you know, being a caretaker is exhausting work. I created a schedule of shifts - of people to help her keep watch. But can you help me watch Ventress?” He looks away, slightly ashamed of his next words. “I wasn’t fully aware of how difficult my recovery would be for you,” he admits. “Otherwise I would have done the same. I would have asked others to support you.”

Satine closes the distance between them to kiss his forehead. She doesn’t say anything - she doesn’t make light of how difficult her task had been, she doesn’t dismiss the immensity of her service in his name.

“I know better now,” adds Obi-Wan.

Satine nods. “I’ll watch out for her,” she promises. “And I know you’ll do the same for Quinlan. And for Cody. By the way,” she says, “we didn’t manage to make much progress on those introductions you asked me to facilitate. Cody and I ran into your brother, and the two of them hit it off.”

Obi-Wan blinks, catching the sly tone of her voice. “Do tell.”

Even though he cannot see, he knows she’s smiling from the sound of her voice. “I eventually excused myself to find Léa and your parents. I pulled your mother aside, and we…”

Satine chuckles.

“...we watched them for a bit.”

“You spied on them?”

“Just for a bit!” says Satine. “Obi-Wan, Elzar has some of your mannerisms. Many of your mannerisms, in fact. And I am intimately familiar with the way Kenobi men flirt.”

Obi-Wan can’t help but grin. 

“I remembered what he said about his late husband, back when we first met him,” Satine continues. “And Soléa and I just kind of looked at each other. She was clearly thinking along the same lines because she said something to the effect of ‘I haven’t seen him like this since before his husband died.’”

“Interesting,” says Obi-Wan. “Could you tell if the attraction was reciprocated?”

He suspects Satine is rolling her eyes. “I’ve never known any sentient being who has failed to fall for the charm of a Kenobi.” At his laugh, she presses on. “In all seriousness, I do think Cody flirted back. You know him better than I, of course, so I’d be eager for you to do some reconnaissance of your own.”

“I shall report back posthaste,” confirms Obi-Wan, still grinning. Then he pulls Satine to him, resting his forehead against hers, throwing his leg over her hip. He snakes an arm around her back.

“We’re terrible,” says Satine softly against his lips, half-laughing.

“We are,” he agrees, and then he kisses her soundly.

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A few days later, Obi-Wan and Hunter convince Ventress to let them keep watch over Quinlan for a few hours, which she only agrees to after Bo-Katan pulls her away with the promise of Mandalorian mead she’d managed to pick up on her latest intelligence gathering mission. So while Ventress and Bo-Katan head off, Obi-Wan leads Hunter and Quinlan back to the hangar bay, where they return to the Banshee for some very overdue repairs.

They start replacing some of the wiring, which has become corroded, leading to the occasional spark. As Quinlan hands Obi-Wan a wire nut, he says, “So you’re on babysitting duty today?”

Obi-Wan looks over at his friend. He doesn’t need to feel the Force to read Quinlan’s emotions: his frustration and petulance are obvious.

“Yes,” says Obi-Wan, making an effort to be cheerful. “You know, you’re more mouthy than Léa, and that’s saying something considering she just started teething.”

This manages to break Quinlan’s dark mask, and the man snorts, unable to keep from turning his lips up slightly. “Message received,” says Quinlan, hands up in surrender. "I'll work on the attitude."

“It’s alright to be frustrated,” says Hunter, who’s working on some wiring across the galley. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t.”

“Hunter’s right,” agrees Obi-Wan, moving to another set of wires, carefully untangling them. “As is Ventress in her caution. You might also consider that she needs you more right now than you need her.”

He asks for a set of pliers, and Quinlan passes them over. “I guess I didn’t think of it that way,” Quinlan admits.

“I haven’t asked her about this, so this is just me theorizing,” says Obi-Wan. “But I imagine she feels a great deal of survivor’s guilt in being the one who was able to escape, the night you both went after Dooku. She just wants to make sure you’re okay. She feels responsible.”

“I know,” says Quinlan. “I just hate that she can’t trust me anymore. I think that’s the crux of it.”

Hunter grunts as he lifts some of the wall paneling to reach the next set of wires. “It won’t be forever,” he assures Quinlan. “Trust can be rebuilt.”

“And I’m working on it,” says Quinlan. “It’s just going to be a very steep, uphill battle.” He sighs, shifting over to move some wires out of Obi-Wan’s way. “She won’t even let me touch her. I tried to take her hand, and she flinched. And then she didn’t want to talk about it.”

Obi-Wan sits back on his ankles, looking up at Quinlan. “Your captivity was difficult for her, too, you know. And that’s not even considering…”

“That I went full-on Sith, yeah,” finishes Quinlan.

“It’s only natural that she’d feel reticent after that,” says Obi-Wan gently.

Quinlan steps back and then sits beside him. “On some level I get it. But I can’t feel what she’s feeling anymore. It’s like…a sense I’ve always had is just gone now. Like losing the ability to smell, or something…but worse. I used to just know what she was thinking. How am I supposed to be the person she fell in love with if I’m not that person anymore?”

“You might not be able to,” points out Hunter, and there's silence for a long while.

Eventually, Obi-Wan reaches over to touch Quinlan’s elbow. “That just gives you both the chance to fall for each other again.”

“I knew I was right when I called you a romantic,” says Quinlan. Then his tone becomes more serious, more solemn. “Is that what’s happened with you and Satine?”

Obi-Wan ponders this. “I suppose so,” he says. “But it was all so gradual I hardly realized it was happening.” He returns his attention to the wires. “You know, I’d argue that it’s the same for everyone who commits to any kind of romantic relationship. People aren’t static beings. They change. They never will be tomorrow what they are today.” He replaces another wire nut. “So, in a sense, any partnership is a continual process of falling in love with the person your partner is becoming on any given day.”

There’s silence for a beat, and then Hunter says, “I know you didn’t learn that from the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan has to laugh. “No,” he agrees. “I learned it from Satine. I’ve learned far more from her about life, about love, than I learned from the Jedi.” He considers for a moment. "And maybe I taught myself, too."

Quinlan grabs a wrench and twirls it with his fingers. “So it’s possible, then?” he asks. “Being in a relationship like that and still following the teachings of the Jedi?” He points to Obi-Wan with the wrench. “You seem to be managing it. Why did the Jedi warn us away from it?”

Obi-Wan cuts out a corroded portion of a wire as he ponders how to answer Quinlan’s question. “It’s possible,” he concedes. “But there are risks, and I think the Jedi’s stance on romantic relationships - beyond potentially misunderstanding what the original texts were saying - was an attempt to mitigate those risks.” He sets down the corroded wire. “I haven’t told you yet about Anakin.”

And so he tells Quinlan what he can. It’s still too fresh - he thinks it might always be - for him to provide many details. But he tells him about the selfish love that Anakin had felt for Padmé - and how it had led to his downfall.

“Kriff,” says Quinlan as Obi-Wan finishes.

Silence wraps them as they each think over Obi-Wan's words, each lost with their own thoughts for several minutes. Eventually, Quinlan speaks up.

“Honestly, hearing that - it was probably a fair move on the part of the Jedi to forbid relationships.” He stops spinning the wrench. “I’m sorry, Obi-Wan. I know what he meant to you.”

The use of his first name nearly overwhelms Obi-Wan, who can only nod. 

They sit in silence for a few more moments until Obi-Wan finds his voice again. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lose you, too, Quin,” he says softly.

Quinlan moves to place his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“You won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

[burnwater13]

Din Djarin, without his helmet on, holding Grogu, on board Moff Gideon's ship. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 8, The Rescue. Calendar by DateWorks. Din Djarin played by Pedro Pascal.

Grogu knew nothing about the standards of human beauty. Were deep brown eyes better than any other color? What about that serious look? It definitely wasn’t a smile, but it wasn't a frown either? Did other humans like that? Grogu studied that face and decided that the thing he liked the most about it, other than the fact that their eye color matched, was the nose. The Mandalorian’s nose was magnificent. 

Grogu had a teeny, tiny little nose. It was effective, but it didn’t really do much for his face. His face was all eyes, ears, and cheeks according to Peli Motto. The Mandalorian’s face was all about that nose and if Grogu could use the Force to make his own nose look more like it, well, if no one told Master Yoda's Force ghost, he'd definitely give it a try.

Plus, the Mandalorian had those whiskers. They were pretty great too. Grogu knew that technically he was older than the Mandalorian, but try as he might, he seemed incapable of growing even the most rudimentary mustache. He had no doubt that a beard, even the scruffy, sparse, ‘I should have shaved yesterday’ sort of beard that outlined the Mandalorian’s chin and jawline, was beyond his own ability to cultivate. There were just no hairs on his chin at all. Dank Farrik.

Grogu had long suspected that the bounty hunter had something like a beard on his face, even though he wouldn’t have described this kind of beard if asked. There were times that he could hear the faintest sound of the hairs scratching the interior of Din Djarin’s helmet and knew it had to be something other than his skin. He only knew that because he had seen the Mandalorian’s skin a couple of times. 

First when the bounty hunter cut his arm during a fight, but he wouldn't let Grogu heal him. Then again when they were eating together and the Mandalorian actually lifted his helmet a little to take a sip broth or a tiny bite of a ration pack bar. That was some pale, non-scaly, non-feathered, non-anything else skin and was exactly what Grogu expected from a human. 

Since a lot of humans Grogu had met seemed to be found of some sort of facial adornment, whether it was just not recently shaved whiskers or a beard or a mustache or a beard and a mustache, he’d worked out that the Mandalorian must take off his helmet and periodically shave that stuff from his face. As Grogu looked at him, he realized that Din Djarin must have been doing the same thing with the hair on his head too. 

Now that was a place where the two of them were more similar but still not the same. Grogu had lots of fine white hair covering his head and the backs of his ears. It wasn't long enough to pull into a Jedi Padawan braid yet, but he had his hopes that it would be, one day. Maybe that was something the other Jedi could help him with? That would be nice, but Grogu wasn’t going to hold his breath. He had asked Master Yoda that question more than once and never got a satisfactory answer. Something about it would happen when it happened. Uff.

Of course what Grogu really appreciated was that the Mandalorian had trusted him enough to show him what he looked like. It was like he wanted to make sure that Grogu wouldn’t forget him. It was a very sweet sentiment, but there was no way that Grogu would ever forget that voice, those mannerisms, that bravery, that commitment to the bit. Nope. Grogu was going to remember the Mandalorian forever, just like all of the other people he had ever met.

He didn't know why he remembered so many people he met. Maybe it was just a thing the members of his species did? It was like watching a vid. He could just think of them and see them in his mind. Or was he seeing them through the Force? That was possible. Kelleran Beq was so tall and fierce. Obi-Wan Kenobi’s voice had a soft cadence that no other Jedi Master ever exhibited. Ian had a way of choosing words and actions that made him unforgettable. Even if the Mandalorian got brand new armor or painted it or changed his helmet, or got a different side arm or finally got a new pair of boots, Grogu would know him just by the way he walked into a room. The Mandalorian was the most purposeful person Grogu had ever met, next to Ian. 

Grogu had wondered when they first met if maybe the person under the armor was his old friend, playing a trick on him, but he realized that Ian had never learned not to be a chatter box. The Mandalorian was pretty quiet unless the topic was armor polish and then you couldn’t stop him from talking unless you managed to get a word in edgewise and tell him you had accidentally dropped the small can in the privy. That produced some initial chatter about how, and when, and why, but it always resulted in the retrieval of the object and no he didn't need Grogu’s help. 

Maybe that's why he took the helmet off? He wanted Grogu to see that he cared more about him than the Creed? He always said a Mandalorian was required by Creed to maintain his weapons and armor in tip top condition. By removing his helmet he was telling Grogu that seeing him without the armor interfering was more important to him that following the Mandalorian rules. Wow. That was pretty special. 

Grogu coo'd at him and hoped that Din Djarin understood him. It was pretty hard to convey in just a simple sound that they were connected by the Force and that would never change. Grogu would be able to find the Mandalorian no matter where he went or what he was doing. When the Force told you that another person was important to you, you listened to it. It was never wrong… except for letting Din Djarin cover up that handsome nose and the face that wore it. That was not the Way.

[palfriendpatine66]

Vampire au 2 and 10 (I really want to ask for more, but will try not to be greedy)

If anybody still has asks from this WIP game I'm still answering!

I am SO GLAD you asked for this because I haven't touched this for months and months but I want to get back to it. I'm telling myself I'm going to write a min of 12 new sentences tonight for you, but in the meantime - have everything I wrote so far. It's not much but it's more than 12! (whether this be a chapter 2/continuation of my existing Smutty Vampire one shot or the beginning of an outlined multichapter fic...remains to be seen)

Anakin was lost in the feeling, swept up in the raging current that was dragging him under, helpless to do anything but follow its pull, when suddenly he was ripped away. Disoriented, the urge to snarl, to tear, to bite and rip his way back to the warm flow was stilled by a razor sharp pressure against his neck. 

Anakin turned to Obi-Wan, a growl building in his chest purely on instinct at the threat of razor sharp teeth pressed against his throat, even as he obeyed his command. 

The sight of him, the feel of him overpowering his new body - a body brimming with power and strength unlike anything he had ever known - filled him with an entirely different kind of hunger even as his every instinct screamed out a warning of danger.  

“This bite made you mine,” Obi-Wan’s voice was a velvety soft caress even as the scrape of his fangs screamed danger. “I said stop. You will abide me.” Anakin didn’t need the command that reverberated in his tone to make him comply. He melted into the touch. He would do anything he asked. And yet still he needed, desperately-

“More.” A demand, a plea; it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he get more. 

“I know. I know,” Obi-Wan soothed, lips moving against Anakin’s skin. “It’s overwhelming. All consuming.” He shifted his restraining hold, one hand coming to rest on the back of Anakin’s neck to hold his gaze, the other settling on his hip. “Focus for me, this is important. What did I tell you?” 

Anakin did focus then, Obi-Wan becoming his one point of focus, the only thing that mattered in his existence. “Not to drink from the dead,” Anakin answered obediently. “We take life from their blood. If there’s no life left…” he drifted off, uncertain. 

“It’s ours that will be taken,” Obi-Wan finished. “Good. Very good. You’re doing well, I know this is a lot. How do you feel?” 

“I feel,” Anakin began to answer, but his focus remained captivated by the sight Obi-Wan made, experienced through his new eyes. The hunger, the need, surged through him, amplified by the touch which before had been so cold and hard and unforgiving. But now that Anakin’s body was changing, changing because it was filled with Obi-Wan’s blood - Obi-Wan’s life - his touch felt different.

He was softer, now that they were cut from the same stone. Not just warm now that they were the same temperature, but searing where their bodies came into contact. Now a different need spoke to Anakin, demanding.

“Tell me,” Obi-Wan urged him. “I will help you through it. Then I’ll show you how to control it.” 

Anakin found he didn’t much care for any of the repercussions of his choice at the moment, nor feel the need to control it. As the blood he’d so hastily consumed coursed through his veins he was electrified, brimming with energy and a new unbridled power. How could it be wrong if it felt so right? 

“I feel,” he paused before the word rolled off his tongue, “I feel everything.” And it was true. As he breathed in he could taste the dew that was starting to collect on the grass as the night cooled. He could smell the distinct scents of the different animals that moved through the woods; he could hear well enough to track each of their progress and would have been able to go to the location of each if he had any desire to find them. 

“It can be intoxicating,” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “Try to acknowledge and appreciate the changes. You must be present but separate the information you are getting from your new, heightened senses so that you aren’t overwhelmed by it. 

Anakin nodded absently, distracted by every layer of Obi-Wan’s steady voice.  He saw him now as he focused on him as if for the first time, because with his new vision the sight of him bathed in the moonlight was like nothing he had ever seen before. Even in that dark alley he had been able to see that he was a beautiful creature, as he had quickly revealed himself to be something else, something dangerous, something other than human. But in his strength, his hard smooth skin, and the gentle light behind those strange eyes had been otherworldly in their beauty. 

Now Anakin could see him more clearly, every detail only adding to his beauty. His face before has seemed smooth and hard, unforgiving. But now Anakin could see the fine lines from the life he had lived etched into his now unchangeable skin - laugh lines that told of happiness, creases that spoke of sadness and worry. Anakin found that he had drawn closer to trace over those lines as soon as the thought flicked through his mind, not even processing his own movement so fast and fluid it was. 

“You won’t have these,” Obi-Wan smiled lightly, sadly, as Anakin traced the wrinkles that marked the years of his life. “You’ll stay like this. Forever young,” he reached out to lightly touch Anakin’s cheek, mirroring his own hold. “Beautiful,” he concluded wistfully. 

His touch, soft yet firm, awakened something within Anakin. The warmth from his palm, warm where before he had been so cold, warmed by Anakin’s own blood coursing within him, stoked a fire within him that had just been waiting to be lit. Anakin looked at Obi-Wan with a new hunger in his eyes. “I want,” Anakin began, holding Obi-Wan’s palm against his cheek, sparing a moment to be distracted by his large hands. “I still want?” he asked Obi-Wan hungrily, a question in his voice.  

“That too will fade in time,” Obi-Wan assured in a low tone that sent a shiver down Anakin’s spine.

[marierg]

Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 24

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

Rating: A OK for all!

WARNINGS!: self doubt, little angst, otherwise just fine.

A/N: This is a predominantly Anakin centric chapter. This is a wrap up to the prior sections, but be warned the next arc is gonna hurt. This may seem a filler but it does have some key nuggets that are important.

Picture Credit: Dendy Dhamier (art station.com) and Koni-art (deviant art)

Word Count: 1458 ish

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The three of you returned to the Temple a week after Life Day. As much as you felt the weight return at being back, at least you were worried far less than before. Obi Wan was finally able to put the past where it belonged and Anakin had now found his way as well. The two of them talked, actually talked with one another, as a Master and Apprentice should. Anakin no longer held back his thoughts, letting you both know the full philosophy of a young Padawan. Obi Wan had found the patience needed to properly guide the boy, even if it was laced with his usual brand of sarcasm.

On exiting the ramp you saw a familiar, green face. Master Yoda sat on his hover chair, walking stick in hand. “Young Skywalker, learned much have you?”

Anakin grinned, “Yes Master Yoda, I have. And we brought you something!”

The old Master chuckled, “A lesson perhaps? Or the small friend in your pocket?”

Both you and Obi Wan glanced down at the guilty look on your Padawan's face, followed shortly by a small mewing. This caused Master Yoda to laugh even harder. Anakin sighed, “I don't think I can really give another living thing away.”

“an insight from one so young, and very true it is.”

Anakin pressed instead a rounded piece of sea glass into Yoda's hand, “I found this one day when Master Obi Wan was teaching be by the tide pools. When you hold it up to the light it looks like a star map.”

Yoda turned the beautiful piece of glass, indeed it did look like a map of the galaxy. “In the eye of the beholder, is the beauty of anything.”

“Master Y/n says that as long as you know where you are, you can always find a way back. I know you probably don't ever feel lost but it's still really pretty.” Small shoulders shrugged, now feeling a little silly about the gift he picked.

“Why foolish feel you? Almost 900 am I and still lost can I be. A most wondrous gift is this, padawan.” the old master waited for the boy's eyes to look at him. “lost can we all become. But from friends and teachers may we find our way home, yes?”

“Yes Master Yoda.” Anakin's smile returned, satisfied that he hadn't flubbed the tradition.

a few weeks later

The nights on Coruscant were anything but peaceful. The upper levels filled with the party life of the affluent and in the lower levels the bars were full of working people spending their wages on cheep beer. It was the cycle of life on most planets but occasionally one would get the odd interloper. People who wished to disappear or who were meant not to be found.

As Anakin made his way to the garage in the back of Maffa’s bar he bumped shoulders with a teen not much older than him. “Hey…”

“Sorry, didn’t see you,” the thin face looked up at him, dark circles rimed bleak eyes.

“Are you ok?” Anakin may be on personal business, but this was a person who needed help.

“Yeah just trying to get back before it gets too dark, I'll be ok. You should get home too kid, not safe after dark ya know.” The voice was high pitched, their hair the color of the neon above them. The other kid must have been cold even with the coat given their pale complexion. “Are you lost or something?”

“No just going to see a friend. Do you want me to walk you home?”

The young teen chuckled, “and they say chilvery is dead. Nah I'm just up the block, but thanks. You're a good one. I'll see ya 'round.”

Anakin probed a bit into the mind of this stranger, finding fear and sorrow, but also a brightness that refused to be dimmed. Nodding he gave a wave, sensing that there wouldn't be further persuading the girl. “Ok, see you.”

The stranger waived and dashed off into the night.

“Little speedster! What brings you to me today?” Maffa smiled warmly from his stool in the garage as Anakin approached. The young man’s robe was drawn tight concealing something.

“Hey Mr. Sweets I was wondering if maybe you might be able to help me with something?” Once Anakin saw Sweets subtle nod he then allowed the small tooka to peer out from the opening in his robes with a small mew. “My little friend needs a home and I can’t keep her at the Temple. I don’t suppose you might like animals?”

The old Keeterian laughed heartily then came to stand and appraise the small tawny creature. Sweets held out a hand and the cat leapt readily onto him, climbing up to settle on his shoulders Purring like an engine. “Speedster what you don’t find hehehee… don’t suppose you’d come by and visit us both more often if I say yes?”

“As much as my Masters will let me!” the boy was pleased beyond words.

When they had returned to the Temple he was given instruction to find the small beast a home. As much as it stung he knew that Master Obi Wan was right, the kitten didn’t belong cooped up in the Temple while he trained. Master Y/n had asked around the hospital but none of her friends could take the little fluff, Maffa had been his last hope. “Thank you Mr. Sweets. She’ll catch all the rats and keep the speeders free of nests.”

“And how was your journey?” Maffa asked as he stroked the little tooka. “Been missing my best mechanic.”

“It was really nice, I almost didn’t want to come back. It was...Free.” Anakin studied some of the parts on the cart in front of him. “Hey Mr. Sweets can I ask you something?”

“Of course Speedster, what’s on your mind?”

Truthfully there was another reason Anakin had come down here, he needed non Jedi advice. He had always known that his two Masters had a deep affection for one another. During their time off world Anakin had really come to realize the connection that they had. He wasn’t sure what he should do. “If something is happening that bends a rule, but no one is getting hurt, then is it really so bad?”

“Well now that depends, what kind of rule we talkin’ kid?” Maffa saw the boy’s hesitation, “I swear nothing leaves the garage, the word of a gentleman and racer.”

Anakin didn’t want to say more than was necessary but really needed an answer, “Is falling in love such a bad thing?”

“Ooooohhhh, I see.” Maffa scratched his chin thoughtfully a moment. “Well now here’s how I see it Speedster, if the love that two people feel is real, unreserved and unselfish, then no it can’t be wrong. You see there are a lot of people who say that they’re in love but it ain’t the genuine article…those are the ones ya have to be wary of. Love is a gift, not a possession do you understand.”

Anakin took a while to evaluate the statement. Neither Master Obi Wan nor Y/n had a selfish bone in their bodies. Both of his Masters fulfilled their duties, worked hard, and they always took care of him. “So then as long as the love isn’t controlling it can’t be a bad thing then?”

“Exactly and I’ll tell you this next bit for nothing.” He motioned the young man closer to him. “When it comes to those we love we protect them with all we have, no greater reason to fight than that Speedster.”

Anakin nodded, reminded of how you and Obi Wan defended him time and again. Of how his Mother had protected him as best she could. The code was wrong, there was no reason Anakin could see that love would be a bad thing. “Thanks Mr. Sweets, I think I got it figured out now.”

“Hehehee… Don’t go fearing love son, it’s the best thing in the world, despite what those crazy monks teach.” Maffa waived in the direction of the Temple.

“Oh hey I ran into a kid on my way in, do they work for you?”

“Were they wearing a black coat with wings on it?” Maffa saw Anakin nod at this, “That’s baby girl, she brings me parts, sometimes washes dishes and waits tables, little odd jobs.”

“Really? She seemed nervous, wanted to get home quick.” Anakin wasn’t so sure about the story.

“Well she’s had a rough go of it, family kicked her out and trying to make it on her own, going to school too. I know her Uncle Brex and try to keep an eye out for her.” Maffa sighed, then a thought occurred to him. “Say doesn’t little Y/n have connections at the responder school at the hospital?”

“Yeah, Why?”

“Well Speedster I have a thought... Have Y/n call me when you get back, eh.” Now that Maffa thought on it the idea was perfect, you wouldn’t be able to resist helping a budding medic and an outcast to boot.

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[ninjago13]

I am so sorry. I really needed a break, but it took longer than expected. But here it finally is. The last chapter from Memories. I hope you enjoy it

Chapter 11

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summary: The last chapter isn’t much action, just a few reunions. I am not going to spoil too much, but let's say that everyone is relieved when they all arrive well on Coruscant. And I have a surprise for Ahsoka. I know that it might be a bit weird, but hey, this is a fanfiction after all. Hope you all enjoy the last chapter !! 😀

Everyone was asleep when they flew into Coruscant space. They were all exhausted from the fight. R2, who was flying the ship, woke everyone up when they almost landed. ‘Good work, buddy,’ said Anakin. While they walked back to the Temple none of them were really talking. Everyone had something on their mind. 

Anakin was thinking. He had seen Ahsoka. She had become really good. A good warrior, but also a good Jedi. The young Jedi made a note in his head to talk to the Council, when they got back. In the meantime was Kenobi sleeping with Qui-Gon by his side. We have a lot to talk about the Jedi master thought. 

When they entered the Temple, each of them went their way. They had agreed to meet that evening. Qui-Gon went to the Council, to bring out rapport. The Sith had become even more dangerous, now that they worked together. This wouldn’t be over soon. Ahsoka went to Barris and her other friends, while Anakin and Obi-Wan went to the Temple Gardens. There they talked a lot, until the subject changed to Ahsoka. ‘You said you had something in mind. What is it ?’ asked Obi-Wan. ‘I’m not sure yet, but I think you will agree with me, master. I think she is ready.’ ‘Ready for what ?’ asked the older Jedi, almost certain of the answer. 

They entered the mess hall and saw Ahsoka and Qui-Gon. ‘It’s good this time. For the first time in a long time,’ said Qui-Gon. ‘It certainly is. But anything is better than prison food,’ said his Padawan. ‘We have a lot to talk about. Like what was happening when you lost your memory. How did it even happen in the first place ?’ asked Ahsoka. ‘Well… You already know a part of it, obviously. Remember I was captured by Sidious ?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘It happened there. I guess he just wanted to get rid of me.’ ‘What didn’t work.’ ‘In a certain way, yes. But I lost my memories. Eventually he stopped torturing me and I fainted. I guess he thought i was dead and when i woke up, you arrived.’ Right when Anakin wanted to say something, Mace Windu came and said: ‘Anakin, Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon. It’s good to have you all back. Do you wanna come with me ?’ They all stood up, except Ahsoka. 

While the others were away, Ahsoka went with Barris to the Temple Gardens. ‘I wonder what they are doing,’ said Ahsoka. ‘Master Luminara is also with him.’ ‘Really ? I think that is too much of a coincidence.’ ‘I wonder what they are planning.’ They sat under a tree, when Barriss suddenly climbed the tree, tearing her skirt. She climbed higher and higher, until she couldn’t go any further. The young Jedi looked over Coruscant and sighed. ‘What is it ?’ asked Ahsoka. ‘I suddenly remember all those summer days when we were young and played in the Gardens.’ ‘Yeah, i miss those days too. But we can still have them. Shall we have a sleepover tonight ?’ ‘Good idea !’ 

‘Ahsoka, Barriss, come with me, you must,’ a voice suddenly said. They looked down and saw the old Jedi master. ‘Of course, master Yoda,’ they both said. Yoda led them to a dark room and said mysteriously: ‘Good luck and may the Force be with you.’ 

‘Barriss, Ahsoka, you too here ?’ ‘Rana ! What are you doing here ?’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said. Right after she said that someone attacked them. ‘Watch out !!’ shouted Barriss. In total there were three attackers, all attacking one of the Padawans. At one moment one of the attackers almost got Ahsoka, but she dodged the lightsaber just in time. When all of them were exhausted, the attackers disappeared. 

An half hour later the young girls were tested on their knowledge of the Force. They had to meditate for an HOUR and after that they needed to do something else with the Force. After another hour a dark figure walked in. Rana, Ahsoka and Barriss all drew their lightsabers at the same moment. ‘There is no need for that,’ the figure said. ‘Kneel.’ ‘Why should we ?’ ‘You will know when you do it.’ The three girls    hesitated first, but still kneeled. 

‘By the right of the Council, by the will of the Force. Ahsoka, Jedi Knight, you may rise.’ Ahsoka couldn’t believe her ears. Jedi Knight ?!!! How was that possible ?!! The dark figure showed his face and she saw Anakin. ‘Wait….but….how ?’ Anakin laughed. ‘You were ready for the Trials and you passed them,’ he simply said. ‘Come on. Let’s celebrate it with the others.’ Ahsoka looked back to Barriss and Rana and saw them leaving with Luminara and Shaak Ti. 

They walked back to their quarters and when they entered Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Plo Koon jumped from behind the furniture. ‘Surprise !!!!’ ‘You all knew about this, didn’t you ?’ Ahsoka asked. ‘Yes !’ they all answered with a big smile. Ahsoka shook her head and laughed. This was her family. 

[sleepyandunmotivated]

Continuation of watching Star Wars with my non Star Wars friend, this time, episode 3, revenge of the sith

- “is Star Wars the first to do this paragraph thingy?”

- “so the War is still going?”

- “why’d they even make the clones from Jude?” I respond jango “yeah, jango”

- “oh no, they just decapitated him”

- “he’s got precision” hits obi wan’s ship on accident “oh never mind”

- she got real nervous for r2

- “if something happens to r2 then I’ll be angry”

- “a lot of these robots are smart, if they can think then isn’t it wrong to use them? So many have died and they probably didn’t want to die” she has a point

- “you’d think they would develop anti light saber technology”

- “Do it” (when Anakin is about to decapitate Dooku)

- she did change her mind though about killing Dooku

- “I think the chancellor is evil, I knew he was evil” yeah sure

- “how do they deal with air on the ships? Do they have oxygen tanks?” Valid question honestly

- “is Anakin wearing black mean he’s going to go evil?”

- “if I was evil, I would collect their light sabers too”

- “do they get unlimited light sabers or something? I feel like they throw them around a lot”

- “the people on this planet must be freaking out”

- “I still can’t believe that Anakin is a married man”

- she loves the banter between obi wan and Anakin, if she only knew what was to come

- “upgrades” to 3po

- “everyone is right there, why are they doing this here?”

- gasped when padme said she was pregnant

- “this man is on the verge of death” (to grevious)

- oh god guys, she asked if chancellor palpatine’s child will become Vader or a Anakin’s child, this is going to be a ride

- “he has small nipples”

- “is he going to murder his child?”

- “how are they sleeping together? Don’t the servants know” I did explain how loyal padme’s handmaidens are super loyal to her

- “aw, she still has the necklace”

- “this is not what I expected”

- “I don’t trust him” (to palpatine)

- you know, on a personal note, I feel like had the Jedi just told Anakin that he would not be on the council then things would’ve went better

- we talked about this and how they approached this wrong and she said she didn’t trust him even more

- “this is becoming too much”

- “he probably just wants padme to call him master”

- “obi wan saw a pregnant padme and didn’t question it? Doesn’t he suspect?”

- “he’s a lot skinnier than I thought” (about grievous)

- “this man has asthma” (again grievous)

- “why can’t the Jedi just kill all of the bad guys?”

- “I like the sounds that thing makes” the yips

- “What’s the point of getting these crystallized things if they drop them all the time?”

- “I don’t like this guy, what’s his name— palpatine. I don’t trust him. He’s evil”

- “how many siths are there?” I did explain the way siths work

- “his insides are visible”

- “they could use Anakin even if they don’t trust him, he’s still skilled”

- “is darth Vader anakin’s father? When does he come into play”

- “they all kind of suck” (all the Jedi fighting palpatine)

- “just stab him. Just do it” (to windu)

- “Anakin no”

- “he’s definitely evil now”

- “no!” When Anakin was named darth Vader, she looked at me and back at the screen. The reaction was very much worth it

- “I’m done with Star Wars, this is dumb. It can’t be. No.”

- “Obi is going to be so sad”

- “what’s order 66?”

- “is obi wan dead?”

- “what’s order 66?”

- “why did she fall like that?”

- “is he going to kill all the kids? He won’t, right?”

- “padme you fool, I told you”

- “I knew the clone dudes were evil” don’t worry, we will watch the clones wars after where she will get emotionally attached to them and cry

- “why did the clones follow the order? Were they programmed? We’re they just acting friendly?”

- “he did not kill the padawans” and then she went into how sad that they were hiding and came out because they trusted him

- “what’s the name of the Jedi dude? The one died in the first movie?” I answer “quigon, yeah. He put so much faith in Anakin”

- “you lied to me. Anakin isn’t troubled. He’s bad. No redemption unless he saves yoda or something”

- “padme should’ve known when he killed those people with the women and children, what were they called,” I tell her the tusken raiders “yeah, them.”

- “you know he could, he’s literally killed children before”

- “this is baloney and I don’t like baloney anymore”

- “bruh, he did this for her and he attacked her”

- “I kind of wanted his lightsaber to be red”

- “yoda just waddles in”

- “he saw that coming, he put his hands up. I saw that coming”

*going to be honest, I put my phone down because I had to watch the lightsaber duel between obi wan and Anakin but I’ll write down some details I remember

- commented on how padme was really just left up there

- complimented the visual effects and the choreography for the obi wan vs Anakin duel

- freaked out about yoda a bit and called bail a real homie

- was shocked that there were twins but was weirded out that everyone was just watching her give birth

- laughed when Vader yelled “no” and questioned the chancellors lie

- said that Luke definitely got the short of end of the stick while leia is living the high life

- explained to me how quigon had too much faith

- she was confused about the republic vs separatist politics I explained how basically both sides lost

Overall: she felt extremely betrayed. I honestly can’t wait to show her all the different versions and perspectives of order 66 that Star Wars loves to show

Next one is the clone wars movie

[kyberled]

SAD HEADCANONS

@commandsir​ asked:

1, 13 & 17 for sadness 🙃 

1. who does your muse hate?

This is a hard one. He doesn’t like hating people. He wants to see the best in everyone. He wants to believe anyone has the capacity to heal and change. Anyone can turn back when they’re on the wrong path, and all that. But some people just push things too far. The first is, obviously, Palpatine, post purge. Braig despises him. Palpatine is one of the few who Braig thinks cannot change, and cannot see reason. It’s on sight. He also… Okay, here’s the thing. For the majority of the war, I don’t know if he really hates Dooku, as much as Dooku just makes him sad. That man was part of his lineage. The Jedi are a family, yes, but Dooku especially is part of his direct heritage. Seeing a Jedi Master fall so far… It’s humbling, but not in a good way. It’s not until farther into the war that he thinks he might hate Dooku. He decides he does. He hates Grievous, he hates Grau, the warlords who just want to spread violence. He has personal beef with both of them. He only kills one. He also - surprising nobody - isn’t a fan of Imperials, though he feels pity rather than hatred for the Inquisitors. They must have suffered greatly to be the way they are now. 

13. how does your muse outwardly express their anger? 

He tries to keep a handle on it. He’s a Jedi, it’s their  job. It’s their culture, and, let’s be real, it’s part of their survival. The Force eats people who don’t control their emotions. It’s not fun. That being said, Jedi still have emotions, and are encouraged to have a relatively healthy relationship with them. So there are a few things you can look for, when Braig is mad. The first is that his shoulders get tense. Not all of him, just his shoulders and maybe his fists. In most situations, even when he’s mad, the rest of his body stays loose. This is actually a defence mechanism. When your muscles are tense, you can’t move quickly. Staying loose means staying mobile. He also keeps his eyes on whatever set him off. Yes, the Force keeps him aware, but he likes the visual confirmation, too.  This can be a bit childish of him, but he also likes them to know he's watching. Just because. He also gets a certain expression on his face. It can range from subtle to obvious, but you'll know it when you see it. There’s a set to his jaw, usually the result of him gritting one or both sides of his teeth, and there’ll be a slight furrow in his brow. And usually, when he's pushed to the breaking point, he'll close his eyes, inhale, exhale. He'll try to steady himself. Sometimes, it works. Sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, he can get pretty scathing. He's a space psychic who's good with people and he's not afraid to use that to his advantage. He won't get violent unless they do, don't get it twisted, and he knows enough to not cause lasting physical harm unless he's given a VERY GOOD REASON, but he can be petty and catty and will read you for filth. 

17. who does your muse wish they had said goodbye to, but didn’t?

His master. That’s the easy first one. He never really said a proper goodbye to Obi-Wan. He didn't think he needed to. He didn't know what was going to happen. Yes, he understood it was a war, and that anything could happen, but– It was Grievous. They'd fought him countless times. Nine out of nine and a half times, they won. Obi-Wan had Cody and the men with him, too. He should have been fine. They should have gotten more time together. 

The next one is his Gathering Group. They've been his best friends since he was very young. In the case of Hano, they've been friends since they were three. And by best friends, I mean they've been inseparable for their entire childhood. If you knew where one of them was, you could find the others, because they either weren't far, or they just knew everyone's usual schedule by then. He loved them like siblings. Like extensions of his own body. So losing them was like an amputation without anesthesia. Sudden, painful, messy, and debilitating. The only one he feels like he said anything close to a goodbye to was Naweh. She was tired, and went to bed early instead of joining the rest of them for sparring. The last thing Braig ever said to her was “Alright. Sleep well, and come be with us again when you wake up. I'll see you then." He wishes he could have said something more - not just to her, but to all of them. 

He also - once he understands Order 66 for what it was - wishes he could have said goodbye to the men. He didn’t know them as long as his master or his group, but they were still his friends. They still fought together, struggled together, mourned their dead together, ate and laughed together, kept watch while each other slept. 

Then we move on to the rest of the Jedi not so far mentioned, especially those he was close to - A’Sharad, Bultar, Shaak, Mace, Quinlan, and so on and so forth. 

In fact, if you think about it, he didn’t really get to say goodbye to anyone. Sad.

( @gwiazdowe​  also asked for 17, so tagging you too!)

[xstarkillerx]

,He’s fighting in Shii-Cho! The first lightsaber form all padawans learn and the foundation for all other lightsaber forms. While some decide to master Shii-Cho and use it as their primary fighting style (Kit Fisto is one example, I think?), it’s more common for jedi who have graduated to other forms to fall back on the Shii-Cho style after all other forms of combat have failed because it’s primarily a defensive style.

So like, it’s actually really fun to see him falling back on his foundations because, yes it shows that he’s shaking off years of rust, but Obi-Wan is also a character whose growth has consistently been shown through his evolving combat style.

Chronologically, the first style we see him use is Ataru under the mentorship of Qui-Gon jinn. However, not only did he witness this lightsaber form fail his master in the fight against Maul, but it’s also a style that did not suit the incoming war. Ataru is elegant, aggressive, very physically demanding, and most useful in lightsaber-lightsaber combat as it’s main ideology is end the battle as quickly as possible. It’s not nearly as effective at blocking blaster fire from multiple different directions.

When we see him in the clone wars era, Obi-Wan graduated to Soresu, a style that fits his sentiments at the time, as both a jedi and war general. It’s known as the most effective non-lethal saber form and came into existence in direct response to the growing prominence of blasters in combat. It prioritises defense and endurance, suited to Obi-Wan’s preference for negotiation rather than combat.   It became his primary style and it’s where we get his iconic ready-stance. It’ also important to note that Vader dedicated a lot of time to cracking Soresu because it was obi-wan’s style.

Now, while it’s inevitable that elements of his Ataru training would sneak their way into his combat during the clone wars era, it’s generally agreed upon that Obi-Wan does not use Ataru for decades after his master’s death. With how deeply that death affected him, and the way it changed the trajectory of his life, it’s not very surprising. In fact, we only ever see him start to use Ataru again against 2 people: Darth Vader and Maul, and I know this is already really long but bare with me.

in the Kenobi show, the final battle begins with him taking his soresu stance. Obi-Wan immediately puts forward a front to Vader, who has become stunted in his hatred and anger, that the same has happened to him. He’s trying to say “I’m fighting with Soresu, I am as you remember me,”  luring Anakin into a false sense of predictability, even going so far as to quote himself from the battle of Mustafar with “I will do what I must.” However the first time Obi-Wan hits the ground in this fight he immediately switches to Ataru, taking the offensive, swinging fast, swinging hard and catching Vader off guard who of course didn’t expect this. Put a pin in this. and bare in mind that a few episodes before this is where we see him re-tracing the fiundations of shii-cho.

In the rebels episode twin sons, Obi-wan is about to fight maul for the last time and we see an evolution of this. Sam Witwer (voice of maul and SW super fan) breaks this down better than I ever could in this video But bottom line is, Obi-Wan sets up an expectation with his opponent, then subverts it by revealing the evolution in his ideology, which is successful because Sith can’t grasp the concept of growth. They don’t change, they can only accumulate power, whereas Obi-Wan is always growing, always pondering his mistakes, and trying to be better.

All of this to say, while we watch obi wan fight with more styles than any other jedi in the canon, the final style we see him use chronologically is Shii-Cho! As Alec Guinness! The form one falls back on when all other forms of combat fail.

So, to see hints of that in the Kenobi show, to watch him go through the motions, practice the foundations before he fully matures into a jedi who knows how and when to use all that he’s absorbed, it’s just so good. And it’s cool to know that the progression really does come full circle

I CANNOT BELIEVE HE STOPS TO DO A DRAMATIC LIGHTSABER TWIRL IN ALL OF THIS

[thechaoticfanartist]

(banner by @arrthurpendragon )

"Deleted Scene" - Obi-Wan tells Padmé about Anakin

- Chapter 39: The Deaths Of Heroes

Obi-Wan reached the Senator’s apartment. He knew Padmé likely knew where Anakin was, and wherever Anakin was Grim would be there too. He had to find them both.

When Padmé let Obi-Wan in she smiled. Glad to see him alive. “Obi-Wan!” She exclaimed once the Jedi Master was safely inside. Then her smile fell and her face grew worried when she noticed who wasn’t with him. “...Where’s Grim?” She asked. “She isn’t….?” The thought was too terrible to say out loud.

“She’s alive,” Obi-Wan told her. At least he hoped she was. She had run off to kill Anakin and he wasn’t sure if she could last that long against him.

“When was the last time you saw Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked her.

“Yesterday.”

“Do you know where he is now?”

“No.” It was a lie. Obi-Wan could sense it.

“Padmé, I need your help, he and Grim are in grave danger.”

“From the Sith?”

“From themselves.” Obi-Wan paused, unsure of how to tell her when he could hardly believe it himself. “Padmé, Anakin has turned to the dark side.”

“No, you’re wrong. How could you even say that?” Padmé demanded in disbelief - he did not blame her.

And how could he? He hadn’t gotten a chance to see the security holograms. Stopping Grim had become too important, and there was too little time to see it. But he knew what his Padawan had told him was true. He could feel it in the Force even if he didn’t want to believe it.

“I went back to the Temple, Padmé I’ve seen what he has done…he….he killed younglings,” and sharing the truth made it more real. He still felt as though this was all a terrible dream, but he could not wake from it.

“No, no not Anakin,” Padmé denied. “He couldn’t,” she whispered. Still in shock and disbelief. Again he did not blame her.

“He was deceived by a lie, we all were,” Obi-Wan said. And as he said it he thought: except for Grim. “It appears the Chancellor is behind everything, including the war. Palpatine is the Sith Lord we’ve been looking for. After the death of Count Dooku, Anakin became his new apprentice.”

As he spoke, he knew it was from what he had pieced together from all that had happened today - and everything his Padawan had said or never did. But he knew it was true. And since it was, why had Grim never said anything? But it didn’t matter now. None of it did. He just had to get to Anakin and Grim before it was too late and Padmé was the only way he could do that.

“I don’t believe you,” Padmé told him. She sat down and said in a whisper: “I can’t.”

Obi-Wan sat down beside her. “Padmé, I must find him,” he said softly.

“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” She asked.

Obi-Wan did not respond. The thought of killing Anakin was nearly unbearable. As was the thought of Grim killing him. Or Anakin killing Grim. He didn’t want any of his Padawans to die. But if he did not get to Anakin - one of them just might. “He has become a very great threat,” Obi-Wan settled on. “And Grim has already gone after him- one of them may kill the other if I do not get to them.”

He hated it. He hated every word of what he was saying. But it was true. His Padawans were likely fighting as he told Padmé all of this and he had no idea where they were. But Padmé did - she is the only one that can help him right now.

“Grim has gone after him?” Padmé asked. “To kill him?”

“I’m afraid so. I must know where he is.”

“I can’t,” Padmé whispered.

And it broke Obi-Wan’s heart. She still loved him, but her love had blinded her to the fact that others would die as well. He loved Anakin as well, but he had to-

He had to reach him. He had to reach him before Grim killed him - or before Anakin killed Grim because the thought kept occuring to him.

Obi-Wan stood up, knowing Padmé wouldn’t tell him more. And he already felt guilty for the plan he was creating. But if he did not- reach - Anakin, who would? Because if Grim had failed- there was only one outcome in that scenario. If Grim had failed to kill Anakin, Anakin would have killed her. Obi-Wan looked at Padmé. “Anakin is the father, isn’t he?” Padmé only looked away and Obi-Wan knew he was. “I’m so sorry,” and he was.

He left the Senator’s apartment. Knowing what he had to do. It was the only way he could save his Padawans - if he could.

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[sansaorgana]

— THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER

GIFS: (x) // (x) // (x)

PAIRING — Darth Vader (and kinda Anakin Skywalker) x fem!Dark Jedi!Reader

SUMMARY — When the Grand Inquisitor finally finds Obi–Wan Kenobi, you are the first one to know. As the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Forces you pay your old Master a visit but you don’t want to fight him. Actually, Obi–Wan Kenobi might be your only hope to save your daughter from the Emperor.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — Honestly, I usually don’t like angst but this idea has just been occupying my mind for way too long... I just had to finally write it down. Reader is not described in any way physically, I just found that gif of Jodie Comer to fit the vibe and honestly, it inspired me to start writing, therefore I decided to include it. Also, Reader and Vader are like... together but not really. No romance between them anymore surely.

WARNINGS — angst, mentions of getting pregnant with the help of the Force, Reader is not a good person, canon is changed a lot

WORD COUNT — 3,550

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER

When Darth Vader was about to enter his private quarters, he could sense someone else’s presence inside. He was more intrigued than angry – after all, he didn’t expect any average member of the crew to enter his private quarters. For that, they were too terrified of him.

The doors opened with a loud whoosh noise and he walked inside before taking a long breath.

“Darth Vader,” a familiar voice greeted him and he turned around to finally see the person through his lenses.

She was sitting on his throne so casually. Looked like a natural, he had to admit. Her legs were crossed and she had a faint smirk on her face because she had known perfectly well that she was teasing him by sitting there.

No matter how many years would pass, deep down inside she was still the same girl he had met all those years ago at the Jedi Temple.

“Deputy Commander (Y/L/N),” he greeted her, pretending that he wasn’t bothered by her occupying his throne.

Because why would he be, to be honest?

“I was visited by the Grand Inquisitor this morning,” she started. “Top secret information he had for me, I was the first one to find out and I promised to deliver the news to you personally. The Emperor doesn’t know yet.”

Darth Vader didn’t say anything, only let out another long and loud breath.

“We’ve found Kenobi,” she lowered her voice.

The remaining muscles of his face twitched at that but of course she couldn’t see that through the helmet.

“Where?”

“I’ve decided I will go,” she stood up from the throne to approach him.

“No. It must be me,” he shook his head. “Where?” He repeated the question.

“You haven’t fully recovered after the previous fight,” she reminded him of the week before. He had come back with his suit damaged, almost dead inside of it. “I will go,” she faced him and looked up to stare deep into the two black holes that were his lenses.

“Bring him to me alive,” he only said.

He couldn’t see her properly once the vision was disturbed but every time she stood so close, he could feel the pain, almost physical one. She was so beautiful despite getting older and she was a constant reminder of the life they could have had. But now, he couldn’t even touch her properly.

“I am the only person on this ship who isn’t here out of fear. And the only one who doesn’t secretly wish you to die. I’m the only one you can trust,” she whispered and placed her hand on his glove to squeeze his hand but it wasn’t his real hand. It was just a mechno–arm. For her, it was an illusion but for him it was nothing but another reminder that she was so close… yet so far away.

“If I don’t come back,” she smiled softly, “he’s on Tatooine.”

She gave him a few seconds to process that information but he didn’t answer, so she only nodded and left his quarters while putting the hood of her cape on her head.

When you landed your ship in the desert and got out of it while following the tracker, you couldn’t believe that you would actually meet Obi–Wan Kenobi. He was too powerful to be found so easily, you thought.

Unless… Unless he wanted to be found for some odd reason.

However, if he wanted to lure anyone, it would be Vader himself or the Grand Inquisitor. He would never expect you and you couldn’t blame him.

You were never being sent off to such missions. Vader was keeping you at one of his palaces or on the ships most of the time. You were surprised that he had allowed you to go on Tatooine so easily, without his usual rants about your safety.

But Kenobi was a job he wouldn’t trust anyone else with and Kenobi was the most important job for the both of you and it was kept a secret even from the Emperor himself.

The tracker started to beep more frequently and you furrowed your brows while looking around. You were in the middle of the desert, there was nothing there except for huge rocks. But when you pointed the tracker at them, it started to signalize that the target had been inside.

You turned the tracker off and climbed on the rocks, a little bit more clumsily than you would like to admit. Years of no actual experience in combat made you weaker, though.

You feared Obi–Wan but you hoped he would be as rusty as you were.

When you were finally at the top of the rocks, you noticed that there was actually an entrance leading inside. You took a deep breath in and activated your lightsaber to use it as a flashlight.

The red glow of your weapon brightened the dark path between the rocks. It was like a maze leading to the pitch black cave.

You froze and looked around. You could sense someone but you couldn’t see them until you heard the familiar sound of the activated lightsaber and the blue light appeared on the other side of the cave.

“Obi–Wan,” you greeted him.

“(Y/N),” he hummed. “I’ve been expecting him to come here personally.”

“I am not here to fight, Obi–Wan,” you turned your lightsaber off and took the hood off of your head.

He froze for a few seconds and contemplated all the possibilities. Of course you could had been lying to him. It could had been a trap. But looking into your eyes – the eyes of his old friend – made him turn off his lightsaber as well.

The darkness didn’t last for long, though. Kenobi moved one of the smaller rocks aside and the pleasant and warm sunlight was allowed to get inside. You chuckled at that “innovative” window of his “home”.

“Please, take a seat,” he offered you a wooden chair and you sat down on it, playing with your hands on your lap like a padawan being scolded by their Master.

“Why Tatooine, Obi–Wan?” you asked.

“To understand him better,” he admitted and sat next to you.

You could take a better look at his face. He still looked the same. Older and more tired but it was still your Obi–Wan. Your Master.

When he had presented Anakin Skywalker to the Jedi Council, they insisted that instead of teaching the boy, he should had taken you in as his padawan. In the end, they had allowed him to keep two apprentices. After all, he was a living legend. A man who had defeated a Sith before even becoming a Jedi Knight.

How ironic it was that he had raised people like you and Anakin.

“Sounds like you’re obsessed,” you smirked.

“Aren’t you two obssessed with me, too? The Inquisitors are looking for me all over the galaxy.”

“They’ve found you,” you pointed out. “Why? I know a man like you must want to be found in order to make it possible.”

“I’m getting older. I have no purpose anymore. I wanted the last meeting and he didn’t even come personally,” Obi–Wan sneered.

“So I don’t count, Master?” you teased. “You didn’t want to say goodbye to me?”

“You’re not like him, (Y/N). You’ve never been,” Kenobi sighed. “Why did you go with him?”

“I love Anakin…” your eyes widened at that question like the answer hadn’t been obvious.

“But he’s not. He’s not Anakin, is he?” Obi–Wan’s voice cracked. “Why did you join Darth Vader?”

You sighed and didn’t answer for a moment. Then, you decided to tell him the truth. He was your Master. Your friend, your brother, your father. He was your Obi–Wan.

And you were the prodigal daughter.

“Because the Jedi were right,” you said suddenly and Kenobi furrowed his brow, surprised. “Love is a stupid thing. An awful one and there is no cure for that.”

“I’m sorry…” was all he could say.

“I won’t leave him. I will always follow wherever he goes. We are no longer… lovers… but the bond is strong. We are partners. We are… We are one,” you sniffled your tears back.

“So that is why he’s sent you to kill me. It’s like he’s here himself,” Obi–Wan nodded with a sad ghost of a smile.

“No,” you shook your head. “We don’t want to kill you. Not anymore,” you swallowed thickly.

You knew that being force sensitive prevented the Emperor from getting inside your head but you still feared him nevertheless. What you were about to do was treason.

“Because of Shmi,” you whispered almost inaudibly.

“Shmi? Anakin’s mother?” Obi–Wan looked absolutely puzzled.

“Our daughter.”

Long and awkward silence occurred between you two. You looked down to focus on your own fingers while playing with them nervously.

“You have a daughter with… With him?” Kenobi swallowed thickly. “How? I’ve seen holograms of what he’s become.”

“When I joined Ana…” you stopped and closed your eyes for a moment to take a deep breath in. “Vader,” you fixed yourself. “When I joined Vader, the Emperor hated me. He didn’t want me by his side. He said I would only weaken his apprentice,” you wiped a few tears that had escaped your eyes. “He was trying to get rid of me… Kill me, I mean by that.”

“Kill you…?”

“He hoped that the grief would make Vader easier to control but when he witnessed his anger after I had almost died… He quickly realized that by keeping me alive, he can control him even better. I am kept a hostage, Obi–Wan. The most protected woman in the galaxy… for a reason. Vader does anything The Emperor wants because he doesn’t want me to be killed. Do you understand now?”

“I do,” Kenobi nodded, his voice filled with so much pain, sadness and sympathy for your situation that you reached your hand out and squeezed his.

You both felt the bolt of electricity going through your bodies after that. It had been ten years since you saw him for the last time and you both hadn’t touched many people since then. You assumed he was a hermit, meanwhile touching Darth Vader’s suit hardly counted as touching a human being.

The only person you had been really touching was your daughter.

“Anakin could defeat the Emperor,” you continued and looked deep into your Master’s eyes, “Vader cannot. The Emperor is disappointed in his apprentice. You’ve crippled him and he lost a great amount of power,” you gritted your teeth.

Everyone thought it was Vader that had wanted Obi–Wan’s death the most but it was not true. For many years you had wanted it just as much. You would never forgive him for what he had done to the man you once loved.

“So, now, Vader is no longer the apprentice Palpatine hoped for. The only person in the whole galaxy as powerful as Anakin used to be, would be his…”

“His child,” Obi–Wan’s eyes widened.

“Suddenly, the Emperor started to like me more. He found the purpose for me,” you snorted. “You see, Vader didn’t want that because he had known why Palpatine wanted us to have a child. He wants to raise the greatest and the most powerful Sith Lord that has ever existed. I became pregnant with the help of the Force.”

“The Force?” Obi–Wan asked to make sure. It wasn’t new to him, of course, he had known about Anakin’s mother after all.

“When two parents are force sensitive, it’s not that difficult. Not for a Sith Lord anyway,” you shrugged your arms. “Shmi is a normal child, just like any other. I named her after Anakin’s mother and… She is our highest priority, Obi–Wan. On the day she was born, I could sense Anakin again somewhere in that awful suit of Darth Vader. He doesn’t want Shmi to become the Emperor’s next apprentice but she’s growing older day by day… Now she’s always by our side, Palpatine allowed us to raise her. But soon, he’s going to take her away from us. And once she’s trained, he’s going to kill Vader and me because he won’t need us anymore,” you explained. “Obi–Wan, you said your life had no purpose. I want to give one to you,” you squeezed his hand harder.

“What purpose, (Y/N)? What do you want from me? How could I possibly help you?” he didn’t understand what role he would play in this messed-up scenario.

“Protect my daughter,” you swallowed thickly, waiting for his reaction but there was none except for pure confusion. “The Rebels are attacking us more boldly these days. Their main target is Vader. They’re attacking our ships but wherever he is, I am… and so is Shmi. If the attacks don’t stop, Palpatine will have an excuse to take her from us in order to protect her. That will be the last time I’ll see my daughter unless he’ll send her to kill us personally. But Obi–Wan… I am the one who trains her how to use a lightsaber and the Force like you were once teaching me. I spend every day with her, she’s all I have… And there is… There is no darkness in her heart, she’s so forthright and passionate… She’s so like Anakin,” you burst into tears and took your hand away to hide your face with it.

Kenobi stood up and approached you to caress your trembling shoulders before crouching down and holding your wrists in order to move them away and look deep into your eyes.

“I know you’ve loved Anakin. I know you’ve loved me. Can you love our daughter now?” you sniffled, begging him shamelessly like every mother would beg for her child.

“What can I do for her?”

“I know you have friends amongst the Rebels. Please, tell them not to hurt her. I know they have a lot of resentment in their heart. I know that Vader’s responsible for many children’s deaths so I don’t expect them to show mercy but they will listen to you, I know they will… And Obi–Wan, if something happens to us, promise me, you will take care of her…”

He hesitated with his answer, still looking at you and silently crying. It was painful for him to see and hear what a mess your life had been now. As the man who had once called himself your Master, he felt guilty for that.

“She’s more powerful than Anakin was,” you whispered. “I’ve never been a powerful Jedi but I am force sensitive. She’s a mix of us both, therefore she’s even more powerful than he was.”

“You were a great Jedi, (Y/N),” Obi–Wan’s voice cracked as he caressed your face to wipe the tears. “You were my girl, remember?” he reminded you and your lower lip trembled.

“If Shmi becomes a Sith Lord, it will be over. You can’t let Palpatine win,” you sobbed.

“I will contact my friends and inform them about a special child on every Vader’s ship,” Obi–Wan nodded his head and you put your arms around his neck to hug him, crying out of relief.

When you finally calmed yourself down and wiped away all of your tears, you stood up and fixed the robe nonchalantly.

“We don’t talk about it, of course, but as I’ve mentioned, Vader and I have a bond… I know what he’s secretly planning to do,” you looked at Kenobi, still crouching down by the chair. “What I’m saying is, overthrowing the Emperor is not an easy task. We can end up dead soon.”

“I will take care of your daughter. I promise you, I will find her and keep her away from him if something happens,” Kenobi stood up as well, his voice as sure and confident as ever.

“Thank you, Obi–Wan Kenobi. You are my only hope,” you whispered before turning around and disappearing once again in the dark tunnel to go back to your ship.

“Deputy Commander, I swear…” the Grand Inquisitor’s voice cracked as his eyes widened out of fear.

“Kenobi is not on Tatooine,” you pointed your finger at the man as other ship crew members watched the scene, terrified. “You should be grateful it was me going there and not Darth Vader himself, you incompetent imbecile. How could a man like you get such a responsible position when you can’t even check the information you have been given by some cheap informants?! And you dare to come to the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Forces, hoping for what? A medal?! Next time you feel like impressing me, you better do your job properly!” you finished as your eyes filled with rage.

“I… I… I promise it won’t happen again, Deputy Commander. I will find Kenobi, I…”

“No,” you cut him off. “Do not waste your time on looking for him anymore. The chase after that old man is gone. I am sick of Kenobi and so is Darth Vader. Soon, Grand Inquisitor, your job will no longer be needed. We’ll see how you’re going to handle that,” you smirked and crossed your arms. “Now, I want you to leave my presence.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded his head and left the deck as fast as possible.

“What is going on here?” the robotic voice interrupted you all. Everyone turned around to face the tall figure in a black suit. “Deputy Commander?”

“Kenobi is not on Tatooine. I have just disciplined the Grand Inquisitor for repeating incorrect information to me, Darth Vader,” you straightened your posture and approached him.

He nodded at that as all the ship crew members went back to their duties, trying their hardest to stay as invisible as possible.

“Deputy Commander,” one of the droids walked up to you. “Miss Shmi is about to finish her training.”

“Thank you,” you nodded at him. “Come with me,” you mouthed out to Vader’s face before turning around to enter the elevator.

Darth Vader followed you in silence as you patiently waited for the door to close.

“He said he would protect her,” you whispered once you were alone.

“Do you trust him?” he let out a robotic question and a loud breath before a short silence occurred.

“He’s the only one we can trust in the whole galaxy. He’s the only one out there who still loves us a bit,” you answered and that was when the door opened and you found yourself in your private quarters.

Shmi was running around after a Marksman-H training remote with her blue lightsaber and a training helmet on. She was giggling and jumping around the room, blocking every single blast.

You watched her for a while until she eventually let out a scream and twisted the lightsaber behind her back a few times before cutting the remote in half.

After that, she turned her weapon off and got rid of her helmet, visibly proud of herself.

“Mom! Dad!” she yelled at the sight of you and ran into your arms. “Have you seen what I did?!” she asked, making puppy eyes.

“That was incredible, sweetheart,” you cracked a smile and caressed her hair.

“Daddy, one day I’m going to be as good as you are!” she gave Vader a wide smile, showing off her teeth with a few of them recently missing.

Your heart squeezed in your chest.

When you had told him that you were the only person on this ship who was not scared of him, you lied. Sometimes you were. It was hard not to be when you couldn’t even read the expression on his face or look into his eyes, especially when he was angry.

The only person who truly wasn’t scared of Darth Vader even a little bit was his daughter. For her, his unusual look was completely normal because she had never known any other.

“Good job,” he said and for a brief moment, instead of hearing a cold, robotic sound, you heard Anakin’s voice.

You saw Anakin, in fact. You saw his face and the scar on it, his hair and his hand being placed on Shmi’s shoulder as she giggled. It was nothing but a short vision but it broke your heart. Each vision like that was breaking your heart more and more.

You were sure there had been nothing left inside your chest but then another vision would come and break you even more. It was an endless cycle.

Shmi ran away to change her clothes before dinner and you looked at Vader. He froze and hadn’t moved a bit from the moment she touched him. After sensing your gaze on him, though, he eventually turned his head around. You faced his black helmet and the emptiness of his lenses.

If only you two had left the Jedi Order to live on some nice planet together and raise your children like you had proposed back then…

But what was the point of considering what–ifs?

Your reality was the man in front of you… That creature.

Those short visions where you could see Anakin in him again, they were heart-wrenching. You would spend yet another night reliving this moment a hundred times.

“A-Anakin…” you whispered and ran after Shmi, wiping your tears away and leaving him alone in an empty training room.

MASTERLIST

[foundfamilynonsense]

When people say “Anakin was the only healthy jedi because he didn’t hold in his emotions” about the jedi it’s the same thing as saying “it’s healthy to fight in a relationship because otherwise you’re holding it in.”

No! That is NOT how it works. Good GOD that’s not how it works.

Yes, it’s not healthy to HOLD IN your grievance in a romantic relationship. If you hate the way your partner does this you should tell them. Don’t just be angry in secret. But you shouldn’t fight about it! Being angry and blowing up is not the only alternative to holding in emotions!

Don’t be like “I hate it when you do this you do it on purpose just to spite me I fucking hate you” to which they’ll reply “you’re a freak what’s wrong with you I’m going to do it more now”

Perhaps instead you say “hi I wanted to let you know that you putting your shoes here is bothering me and I was wondering if you’d be willing to put them here instead” and they say “the problem with putting them there is that the dog finds them” and you work on a solution. Obviously that’s a stupid example but that’s what people mean when they say it’s the two of you against the problem not against each other.

So… sure. It’s not healthy to repress emotion. But the Jedi aren’t repressing emotions!! That’s what ANAKIN’s doing. Blowing up and keeping it in are not the only two paths.

It’s like how “fighting” in a relationship is not the same as “discussing issues” in a relationship.

So instead of saying… “my master is overly critical. He never listens. He doesn’t understand! It’s not fair!” To someone who’s not even your master. You go to their master and say things like “sometimes you are very critical and I feel like I am better than you are giving me credit for” and they say “the reason I haven’t suggested you take the trials is because sometimes you rush in without thinking” so you say “I rush in because I feel like I’m ready but I’ll work on that, though I could benefit from more freedom” and have an actual human conversation (less robotic than this but whatever). That’s not suppressing emotions.

Instead of thinking to yourself “I’m not ready to train an apprentice because I’m not fully trained myself and I’m scared of failing” but keeping that to yourself or screaming at your apprentice and therefore sharing your fears with him. Master Yoda urges Kanan to “of this decision, honest you must be” and Kanan says, outloud to Yoda “I’m not sure of my decision to train Ezra, not because of him or his abilities, because of me. Because of who I am” and “I sense his abilities are growing faster than I can teach him” and Yoda asks “you sense or you fear?” And Kanan doesn’t deny it.

Notice how this conversation is calm and pleasant? But is there any emotional repression? No! Kanan is actively talking and addressing his emotions to someone who can help him. He’s not bottling it up and then yelling about it to people who aren’t involved in the issue. Hes not letting this fear control him and make him a worse master. He’s also very open with this fear to Ezra, and tells him that he’s not sure if he’s got the abilities to teach him all the time. Instead of brooding in silence he is open with his emotions, and they don’t control him. He controls them.

But Anakin just yells at Padme a little, and says absolutely zero to Obi Wan about this. Until they are, say, facing off with a Sith Lord and Anakin decides he’s done taking orders from Obi-Wan and runs in and gets zapped, leaving Obi-Wan to fight him alone. So… how is Obi-Wan supposed to help if Anakin doesn’t state why he’s being so unpredictable? So all Obi-Wan sees is Anakin being rash and stupid, and holds him back. And Anakin gets mad about being held back and round and round they go. We see Obi-Wan being open with Anakin. We see him state the problems (we know Anakin knows the problems, he tells Padme about them) and we also see him praise Anakin to his face, often. It’s Anakin who refuses to communicate and just represses and yells.

They don’t repress anger. They address conflict before it makes them angry. They think about why they have anger and overcome it. And if you’re in the middle of a fight and get angry they have the emotional maturity to take a deep breath and focus on what’s at hand. Then after they can take that anger and address it with master Yoda or whomever.

If you think the only two options are to repress or fight and yell and throw a fit…. That’s not great. Being calm and explaining yourself. Addressing issues.