#de-aged Obi-Wan

[shootingstarpilot]

at some point I'm gonna write a oneshot where obi-wan gets de-aged (to like bandomeer age or something, so we still got a nice lil sprinkle of trauma in there)- the old sith artifact trope, or something like that, that's not important because what i want is baby obi-wan sensing some deep and dangerous darkness in anakin and absolutely refusing to let him near him (or any of the other medics), and anakin's growing more and more frustrated and angry and helix is just about to hit him with a stunner because he's not leaving when obi-wan's eyes widen and in an instant he's off the bed and darting around anakin (who tries to grab him, but he's too slow) and into the hallway and then they hear an oof--

helix glares down skywalker and strides out--

and nearly trips over mace, kneeling on the floor, with obi-wan clinging to him like a koala.

the 187th had been the next-closest, after the 501st. and when cody had commed the council with the news, well... no one had to ask who would go to them.

anyway head empty no thoughts only anakin having to reckon with the fact that this kid version of his master absolutely adores mace windu, of all people, and wants nothing to do with his own padawan.

featuring mace and obi-wan fluff and h/c (because the concept of mace being his finder is SO IMPORTANT TO ME), anakin being an ass, the 187th and 212th fighting a custody battle to end all custody battles, and an eventual tusken massacre reveal, because what do you mean when you say darkness, obi-wan?

(and listen i know he's a fictional character but i think a mace windu hug would fix me.)

[im-here-and-im-confused]

in love with baby-wan okay

[phoenixyfriend]

Time travel AU that starts out as a normal, standard Obi-Wan Is Twelve Again, then veers WILDLY to the left with the arrival of Ky Narec and a 5yo Ventress who very much remembers being an adult and while she's not evil anymore, she DOES have terrible impulse control and a horrible tendency to bite Obi-Wan in particular (also Dooku)

I'm imagining Obi-Wan's still an Initiate himself. The exhibition fight with Bruck hasn't even happened yet.

"Bitch, are you teething?" She is long past teething, Obi-Wan is just being Rude.

Bruck tries to bully Obi-Wan, who doesn't even CARE, but Ventress DOES and Bruck doesn't get the affectionate play bites. He gets Former Sith Stole A Saber And Is Coming For His Ass.

Horrible little girl with more murders in her ledger than People Met in Bruck's.

[frostbitebakery]

A Disturbed State Of The Natural Environment, Gods-Fucking-Dammit

A Pada-Wan Story

for @lttrsfrmlnrrgby

“Obi— Commander Kenobi-“

“You can call me Obi-Wan, Cody,” the kid huffs. “Neither you nor I will suddenly combust into a ball of fire if you do.”

You don’t know that, Cody thinks, not liking how his voice sounds in his mind.

Four days since the incident - or, “The Incident,” how Boil and Waxer like to say in unison with the bucket lights under their chins -, two since the 104th of all Battalions received their signal and towed the 212th fleet to the nearest station within the Republic that would allow them to overhaul the ships’ electronics.

It has been exactly two point five hours since Wolffe stopped wheezing at Cody over comms. Nearly as much time as the kid had vanished from under Cody’s paranoid nose.

“Councilor Kenobi is safe and sound,” General Koon had assured him while Wolffe stood at perfect parade rest a step behind, shriek-laughing his armor off.

The kid sighs. “You have come here for a reason?” he asks, stubborn and prim. “Or is Wooley babysitting me not enough?” He points a thumb over his shoulder to Wooley popping up several yards away, waving.

“If you haven’t noticed Hook, Line, and Sinker also keeping an eye on you, my trepidations are justified.”

The kid rolls his eyes, gesturing to three empty looking spots in the distance. “I am well aware Master Koon is in league with you.”

Cody will not explain safety precautions again. He’s saving that for when the kid really sets out to stomp on any and all walls Cody had to hastily and thoroughly built when his General, his partner, suddenly turned into a child at the worst possible development stage for Cody’s sanity.

The kid studies him while Cody is trying to come up with a legitimate reason for looking for him. Direct admittance to personal concern would backfire on Cody in multiple, entertaining ways, and he frankly doesn’t want to deal with that. From the kid being smug that Cody cares about him very much so keeping his distance must mean something more. To accusations of not trusting Obi-Wan (which, correct, Cody doesn’t know him after all), seeing him as a kid (also true) when he’s sixteen and basically a stone’s throw away from becoming a geezer.

Sixteen. Cody shudders. He remembers very well that half year when he was that developmental age. He shudders again. Gods, the mood swings alone.

“I am reasonably paranoid about your welfare,” he says at last. Wooden which makes him cringe but he’s never lied to Obi-Wan and he’s not starting now.

The kid stares at him for a while. One corner of his mouth quirks up with a shrug and a shuttered look in his eyes Cody desperately wants to make better. “It’s different when they really are out to get you, isn’t it.” The Council had explained how precarious his older self’s safety was at the best of times. Cody had only seen the aftermath and the accompanying ranting about life choices with the occasional visibly happy understanding that Obi-Wan could, actually, grow a non-patchy beard when he’s got a few more years on him.

“May I sit with you?” Cody asks. Shoveling his own metaphorical grave is so much easier with mixed signals after all. But he misses the older Obi-Wan. It’s not fair of him but he needs this.

The expected blush blooms on freckled cheeks. “Yes, of course!” is the eager reply, followed by more blushing.

It’s endearingly cute and Cody would like to chew on his bucket now.

The kid scoots over, wide eyed and expectant.

Gingerly, Cody lowers himself, ignoring the armor digging into his ass and thighs. And lets the silence stretch.

This, really, is what he came here for. A self-indulgent little break to catch his breath. The High General of a Systems Army is compromised and that fact has to remain eyes only to an exclusive handful of people. Only the Jedi Council knows out of obvious necessity. So it’s up to Cody to keep everything else running, keeping the admiralty in the dark because even teenaged Obi-Wan had said he’s got a bad feeling if they were to tell the brass. So they haven’t.

Usually, when flimsiwork and war horrors keep stacking up and expand into an avalanche, Obi-Wan and Cody sit together in silence, sharing a precious cup of real tea, being together and lending support and strength they can’t find for themselves but can always, always find for each other.

Selfishly he wants that strength from Obi-Wan now, the warmth of his body nearby. He’s already breathing easier.

The kid is looking at him curiously, but Cody chooses not to say anything. Instead he turns forward once more, watching the busy night markets of the station and the stars behind it. After a moment the kid does the same.

Shoulders slowly relax and the silence becomes comfortable.

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Clone Wars: When Brothers Lie

Fox hides behind the Vod who swears his name is Cody, out of sight from the Kaminoan Senator that passes by.

Cody gently shushes him, grabbing the small cadet's hands as he pretends to stand at attention with arms behind his back.

The Jedi with him cover Fox's feet with his cloak, standing too close to his apparent brother that Fox wonders if they're more than friends.

Once the Kaminoan is out of sight, Cody drops to one knee, holding Fox's face between his hands.

Fox would have thought the Vod to be Alpha-17 if it wasn't for the distinctive scar on his face, the scar Cody got protecting him from a trainer a few weeks ago.

"Why are you big?" He asks and Cody quips back, "why are you small?"

Neither refuses to back down and Fox wonders if the war was anything like how they'd imagined it.

He traces a small wrinkle on Cody's face, identical to the ones Jango sported.

"What happened to you?" He whispers and Cody grabs his wandering hands, bringing him into a gentle Keldabe.

"I grew up."

"And I didn't?" Fox doesn't think that makes any sense. Cody's lips quirk upward just a bit on the side.

"You did." His eyes become haunted, despair clouding his vision. "Perhaps a little too soon." His brows furrowed down in regret and Fox gives in to the urge to hug his Ori'vod.

"What happened to me?"

Cody squeezes Fox tight, the cadet hardly minding. He rarely got hugs on Kamino and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s from Alpha-17.

"I don't know."

Fox stares at the carpet, eyes flicking back and forth in thought. He breathes in.

Cody always was a shit liar.

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I see people say they want a genuine live action clone wars and like yes in theory that would be awsome but…

What i would love is if they just un-cancelled the animated clone wars and just gave us a bunch of new arcs

And then have a bunch of live action clone wars flashbacks in Ahsoka

[sketchyspirit]

All yours

(cropped) commission for the 54th chapter of @barmadumet 's fanfic Streets of Gold ✨✨

[to-proudly-go]

WIP SNIP (Obikin)

Mygosh it's been a hot second since I've had a free day 😭 I wanted to share this before I disappear again behind uni stuff

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“Your hair is almost long enough for a braid,” Obi-Wan murmurs into the air between them as he tucks away an errant curl behind Anakin’s right ear. He stares at Obi-Wan with wide eyes, the thin skin on his ear burning as gentle fingertips brush against its shell. Anakin’s heart pounds away in his chest, and his tongue suddenly feels three sizes too big for his mouth.

“Will you?” Anakin blurts out against the lump in his throat, voice thin. “Braid it for me, I mean.”

Obi-Wan’s lips part from each other in surprise, his hand still in the air beside Anakin’s face. If he turns his face to his right, he’d be nuzzling into the cup of warmth he is sure to find in Obi-Wan’s palm. But he just continues to stare at the man, riveted by the tongue that came out to wet chapped but soft-looking lips.

Anakin’s lungs ache with the breath he is holding in as he waits for Obi-Wan’s response. Just as he silently curses himself for not stopping his stupid mouth from running, Obi-Wan smiles, and it is a small, sweet thing. “For old time's sake?”

His chest shudders from the strength of his relieved exhale. “Yeah. Yeah, sure, Master.”

[icwasher]

Chapter 8 is posted! This thing has been giving me so much trouble, but it is finally finished!

Have a snippet!

Ahsoka found Obi-Wan sitting in a storage closet, squished between a mop and a cleaning droid. She pushed the mop to the side and sat down beside him, drawing her knees up to her chest. Obi-Wan turned to look away from her, head resting on his knees. She sighed. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but maybe it would help.” “I’ve talked about it enough,” he said. “Master Yoda was practically my therapist when I got back."

[clonemando]

Waxer*Boil Month Week 2: Huddling for Warmth/Safety

Boil doesn't like getting left behind while Waxer is out on missions and likes it even less when he is called to Cody's room without hearing back from Waxer after that mission has ended. Thankfully the explanation isn't as bad as he feared and is something he can help with.

Written for @waxerboilmonth Find it on AO3 here.

Boil tried hard to not make it obvious that his hands were shaking as he hurried to Cody’s private quarters where Cody and the General were waiting for him. The last mission had only required a small team so Waxer’s squad had gone while Boil and his men had stayed. It was always hard, watching Waxer leave, not knowing when or if he would return this time. The fact they had both survived this long was already a miracle. 

“Sirs, you asked to see me?” he asked, opening the door with a small knock. He had watched the solemn way Waxer’s boys had come back to their bunks. Normally, Waxer sent him a message as they were leaving and when they returned. This time, his com line had been silent. He didn’t want to believe it, but he had a feeling he knew why he was being called in. He was just grateful Obi-Wan and Cody were telling him in private. 

“Oh thank the force! Cody, Boil’s here. Come in, he won’t stop crying and you’re the one that’s usually closest to him,” Obi-Wan said, grabbing Boil by the arm and basically dragging him into the room.

It was not what Boil expected. Instead, he found Cody on his knees looking for all the world like he was trying to lure a tooka out from under his bed. Hearing Obi-Wan, Cody tried to get up and knocked his head on the bunk with a little yelp. 

“Oh good. Boil, Waxer crawled under the bed and won’t come out or stop crying. We need you to calm him down and get him out.” Cody said, rubbing his head where he had hit it. 

Boil frowned. There wasn’t a ton of space under the bed and he knew that a fully armored trooper wouldn’t be able to fit. “Did he get turned into a tooka?” was out of his mouth before he could stop himself and he felt his cheeks heating as Cody grinned and the General chuckled. 

“Not quite,” Obi-Wan admitted with a shrug, “We found the artifact we were asked to retrieve but Ventress arrived at the same time we did. While Cody and I kept her busy, Waxer snuck up and grabbed the small idol, but it activated. and there was a flash of light before… well.. He shrunk,” 

“He looks and acts like a second year cadet again or a four year old nat-born,” Cody sighed while gesturing to the bed, “We had to abandon his armor since it was too large, but Obi-Wan wrapped him in his outer robes and we all retreated. Once we got in, he immediately hid under my bunk and won’t come out.”

Boil swallowed hard. He knew what a second year cadet looked like. Waxer wouldn’t actually be any cuter than any other cadet that age but… the idea of it sounded really adorable in his mind. 

“Does he still have his memories? We didn’t know each other at that age so he might not trust me if he doesn’t. I’d be a stranger to him, too,” he pointed out.

Obi-Wan shrugged in response. “I honestly don’t know but we decided it was worth having you try. Hopefully, this will be a temporary state and will wear off on its own, but I already contacted Madame Nu to see if she or her archivists can find any more information on reversing it. If not..” Obi-Wan said and Boil nodded, finally kneeling down to peek under the bed.

A hurt sound escaped his lips at the adorable sight awaiting him. It was worse than he thought. Waxer was still bald though his facial hair was gone now and his eyes were red and puffy from crying. He was wrapped so completely in Obi-Wan’s robes that it was like a blanket around him. 

“Hey Wax, you remember me? It’s your friend Boil. It’s okay if you don’t remember but I want you to know, it’s safe here. No one is going to hurt you. We just want to help,” he murmured softly. Remembering how Waxer helped him when he was upset, he didn’t try to reach out immediately. He just waited, lying on his belly on the floor, for Waxer to make a choice. 

Waxer sniffled. “B-Boil? Why… Why am I so small?” he whimpered and Boil relaxed a little—Waxer seemed to remember him, at least. 

“Force crap,” Boil hummed, making Waxer give a surprised giggle at the curse word. It seemed he remembered Boil but he was definitely not himself. Noticing that he was trembling, Boil finally offered a hand. 

“I know you get cold easily. Will you come out and move to the top of the bed? We can wrap you up in blankets and it will be much warmer than only wearing the General’s robes,” he offered but didn’t try to force him. 

“Can I cuddle you?” Waxer asked, eyes wide, and there was no way even the Sith would have been able to deny a request like that, so obviously Boil melted. 

“Of course. Cody will get you some clothes and we’ll both steal his bunk since it’s bigger than what we have in our rooms. We’ll cuddle as long as you need,” he promised, feeling relieved as Waxer finally leaned forward and took Boil’s hand, letting himself be helped out from under the bed.

Obi-Wan and Cody had moved to the other side of the room to give them some space, and Boil noticed that Obi-Wan had stepped up to the door and was talking to someone outside of it- likely to get the cadet uniform for Waxer. 

Waxer immediately tried to use Boil as a shield so the other pair couldn’t see him. “Why are you so afraid of Commander Cody and the General?” Boil asked curiously. It wasn’t like Waxer to be so distrusting. 

“It was loud and they were shouting so much and then we got here and it was cold and there were so many people!” he whined softly and Boil wrapped an arm around him, letting him hide his face in Boil’s shoulder. Boil was in his grays since he hadn’t been scheduled for duty any time soon, so at least there wasn’t any armor in the way. 

Cody stepped forward, “Here, we’ll go to Obi-Wan’s room for now so he can have some space. We’re sorry for scaring you Waxer. We’ll work on getting you back to yourself soon.” he announced, offering Boil the cadet blues. Then Cody and Obi-Wan were gone and Boil relaxed a little before focusing on the little Waxer burrowing himself into Boil’s shirt and trembling slightly. 

“Come on, you’ll be warmer once you’re dressed. Then we can sit on the bed instead of the floor,” he said, gently pushing Waxer off of him so he could stand and guide him to the attached fresher that was a perk of Cody’s Commander status. It was tiny, but it allowed him to clean the dirt off of his tiny ARF partner before helping him into his clothes. 

Waxer was surprisingly quiet through the whole thing, which felt wrong since Boil was usually the quiet one and Waxer usually didn’t know how to stop blabbering, but he was clearly still scared and working through things.

“Come here,” Boil hummed once they got back to the bed. He took all of Cody’s blankets and wrapped them around Waxer so only his eyes could be seen peeking out from the mound. The little giggle warmed his heart even while Boil worried about how long Waxer was going to be stuck like this. 

Waxer’s pout was almost audible as he stared at Boil “But now I can’t snuggle with you and you’re my best friend, so we have to snuggle. I always sleep better when we do.” he pointed out.

Boil’s lips twitched up into a small smirk “Sure we can. Like this,” he said and wrapped himself around the whole blanket bundle, which rewarded him with even more little giggles.

“I guess that’s okay, but I won’t be able to hear your heart beating or feel you breathing and know you’re okay. My brain feels all mushy right now but I remember… I remember that I don’t remember people I should, and that I miss them, and I don’t want to miss you, too,” Waxer murmured after a little bit.

Boil frowned. “I’m not going anywhere. You don’t need to miss me, Wax,” he said, but he carefully freed Waxer’s head from the blankets so he could rest it against Boil’s chest.

That seemed to be the last thing Waxer needed to be able to fall asleep with a little yawn. 

Boil just held him close, making sure he felt warm and safe, and eventually Waxer’s soft breathing lulled him to sleep as well.

[sunrisemcash]

"What do you mean you can't?"

Obi-Wan asked, frowning.

Master Che shook her head, "I don't think I can make an antidote for him."

"Oh kriff."

There is it! @delless03

[phoenixyfriend]

I'm also thinking of a different setting where baby Anakin refers to Vader as the Big Mean Thing In My Head

Idk if Vader got de-aged into Anakin and bb Ani is explaining this impotent Echo of a Sith to like. Obi-Wan and the twins? After they found him wandering around the Death Star, alone.

Or if Vader's ghost time-traveled to the prequels, and Obi-Wan had to grapple with this 9yo he just met being either prone to auditory hallucinations, or Haunted. For probably years. Just some light, trans-temporal, overbearing, sith-fueled possession.

[frostbitebakery]

The kid studies him while Cody is trying to come up with a legitimate reason for looking for him. Direct admittance to personal concern would backfire on Cody in multiple, entertaining ways, and he frankly doesn’t want to deal with that.

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

This and its sequel are really good! I just finished both today and absolutely loved it. I hope @phoenixyfriend has more to add to the story some day 😁

[jedibongrip]

De aged Alpha Obiwan finally becomes the short king of Anakin's dreams. There's something about being carried around and manhandled that has Anakin in a horny grip 24/7. Anakin really reaps the rewards

see, realistically, de-aged obi-wan isn't that much shorter than actual age obi-wan. at most he's like... 1.5 inches shorter, AT MOST! but he's so much skinnier and he carries himself differently and his voice isn't as steady and sure. so he FEELS so much smaller when he's pressed against anakin's side or when he pulls (pulls, not guide him gently or nudging him with a hand pressed to the small of his back) anakin into an empty hallway or storage room. and that's why he goes nearly feral everytime he realizes that, even though obi-wan feels smaller, his dick and knot haven't shrunk at all

[teddybarebones]

I LOVE any de-aged Obi-wan AUs specifically for the purpose of fixing the version of Obi-wan that Anakin has created in his mind.

Anakin seems to think of Obi-wan as this “perfect jedi” and Anakin believes that he’ll never be as “perfect” as Obi-wan is

But seeing Obi at (any) younger phase of his life would show Anakin just how wrong he is.

Initiate Obi-wan: uncontrolled visions/dreams, (a bit) hostile, ready to fight

11y/o Obi-wan: unwanted by jedi masters, sent to AgriCorps, kidnapped and sold into slavery, absolutely zero self-preservation skills

13y/o Obi-wan: LEFT THE JEDI in order to do what he feels is right

14+y/o Obi-wan: low self-esteem, sarcastic, desperate for affection, very judgmental, always feels like a failure

…it would blow Anakin’s mind to see his master like that