#he and obi-wan avoid each other because it hurts to much to be in each other's orbit.

[betweensaintsandmonsters]

"Is this a mistake?" Obi-Wan asks, fiddling with the ring on Anakin's left hand, spinning it absently as he looks up at his boy.

Anakin for his part, pauses. It's a rare sight, to see him so still. The hand in Obi-Wan's hair slowly picks up it's aborted mission as Anakin seems to gather his thoughts.

It doesn't feel like a mistake; not really. Not when Obi-Wan moves past the doubt that's burrowed it's way into his chest that this man will grow tired of him, the fear that he'll lose someone else he loves and there will be nothing he can do about it.

They're getting married in 72 hours for god sake.

Obi-Wan opens his eyes to look up at Anakin. His fiance. His everything.

Anakin laughs then, and Obi-Wan can only stare at him, trying to figure out what's so funny.

"I don't know," his boy whispers when he's gotten himself under control. He radiates light even in his uncertainty, "but I'll always love you."

Obi-Wan pulls anakin's hand to his lips, kisses his palm just under his engagement ring.

-- -- --

They haven't been fighting, but they haven't been talking either. Their home exists in a perpetual state of purgatory. A war solemnly awaiting a ceasefire. A wishbone about to snap.

Obi-Wan's side of the bed is cold.

Breakfast is on the counter but there's no note, not like there used to be.

Anakin misses lazy kisses good morning.

Anakin misses life not getting in the way.

Anakin wishes they were fighting. He think that would make the slow devolution of his marriage feel like something.

-- -- -- --

"Sometimes loving you feels a little bit like bleeding out. I know it's happening but no amount of pressure can stop it." Anakin says to the ceiling one night, his voice cracking.

He sobs when Obi-Wan pulls him into his chest.

-- -- -- --

"If I could," Obi-Wan swallows. There's a foot between them on the couch. He clutches the blanket he's wrapped around himself closer to his chest before reaching for Anakin's hand.

They've been talking. In retrospect, they should have done this earlier, years ago maybe. Maybe they wouldn't be in this situation if that were the case. The worst part is, he thinks they're still in love. Knows he will love this man until the day he dies, but they're bleeding out.

It doesn't make it easier.

The divorce papers are on the coffee table.

"If I could," he starts again, "I'd leave a five star review. Easiest man in the world to love."

Maybe easiest is the wrong word. But it's so easy to love Anakin, his boyish smiles, his passion, his light.

Anakin wipes at his eyes, clearly fighting tears.

It feels like that's all they've been doing for months.

"I'd leave you four and a half," he whispers, "Best man, can't cook for shit."

"Sounds about right."

He doesn't bother fighting his own tears.

-- -- -- --

The lawyers had reviewed the divorce papers. The judge had signed off. The world had stopped moving.

Anakin didn't know who he was separate from Obi-Wan Kenobi. He's never had to know. He's not looking forward to figuring it out.

Outside the courthouse, Obi-Wan gives him a hug, pulls Anakin to his chest, buries his face in Anakin's hair and holds him there.

Anakin breaks.

Shatters.

"Is this a mistake?" Anakin asks against Obi-Wan's neck, fingers clutched in his suit jacket. It feels like a mistake. Feels like the world has narrowed down to this. To them. To the fact that this is the last time he'll be held by this man.

He feels the ghost of Obi-Wan's lips against the crown of his head, the shake of his hands around his back.

"I don't know," Obi-Wan says, voice barely there, "but just know, I'll love you always"

[tragedy-for-sale]

Favorite Liar pt. I

I have yet to see people talk about the physical pain Obi-Wan must have been in during the Hardeen arc. I mean, this man was constantly getting beat up and had dozens of untreated injuries. Not to mention, we saw how much pain he was in during the facial transformation, what about the pain turning back?

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Obi-Wan found it humerous Master Windu and Master Yoda had failed to mention how much this would hurt. But Obi-Wan knew if they kept adding on to the already long list of things that made Obi-Wan want to back out, that he would have. He was already lying far beyond he'd ever wanted to, he'd already hurt all those he loved and he didn't dare ask for forgiveness because had their places been shifted, Obi-Wan would have a hard time accepting an apology all the same. But this, this was just cruel. Returning to Obi-Wan Kenobi was a lot harder than becoming Rako Hardeen.

He would be lying if Obi-Wan had said he hadn't been avoiding Anakin and Ahsoka. He felt their betrayal all throughout the temple, from star systems away he could sense their pain. Pain that he caused. Obi-Wan couldn't stand that truth, he'd hurt them and there wasn't anything he could do to make it alright. His need to help others had only hurt the people he cared the most about. So there Obi-Wan sat, alone in the medical wing of the temple, hidden far from others, where he could hide and no one would see the shame on his face.

He looked out the window, that was all he could do. Upon his initial scan, the droid pointed out his several cracked ribs and the transformation back had left his face swollen and bruised, and the voice changer had left his throat feeling as if he'd swallowed blades. So Obi-Wan laid there, holding himself tightly as he fought the pain that came with each breath, as he prepared himself to swallow and whince at the pain. But he didn't have enough energy to whince, he didn't have enough energy for anything at all.

When hours passed, he woke up and shot up as he grabbed the container on the bedside table. He'd been terribly nauseous and he had yet to be able to keep anything down. Obi-Wan fell back onto the pillows, staring at the wall, he'd asked for privacy and he'd gotten it. Mace nor Yoda had come by since. Plo had left flowers, a rather odd gesture Obi-Wan thought, but appreciated it all the same.

Sitting up, he held his hand closely to his chest, moving slowly to ease his pain. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could make it to the chair, Obi-Wan knew he could, it wasn't as if he'd gone through a major trauma, he was fine. He was just in a lot of pain. Nothing to worry about. Swinging his legs over the bed, he braced himself and with another deep breath, Obi-Wan stood up. He was leaning against the bed but he felt he could do this. He could make it to the chair. His left arm was still pressed against his aching chest, but he could make it. Step after step, he could make it- he really almost did.

Obi-Wan took too confident of a step, he felt blades against his lungs and he fell. Obi-Wan whimpered as he opened his eyes. His entire body shaking. He felt a wave of frustration wash over him, he slammed his fist down. "Dammit-" He whinced, eyes flooding with tears as he let out a sob. Obi-Wan shook his head, he shouldn't have done this, he didn't want to be fighting with Anakin, he didn't want Ahsoka to be mad at him, he didn't want his friends avoiding him like the plague. He wanted to be chasing after Ahsoka, finding Anakin in hide-and-seek, he wanted his family close, not held at arms length. He wanted Cody. Most of all, he couldn't stand Cody hating him. He loved him too much.

He'd been so angry with him, and Obi-Wan just stood there, wanting to tell Cody that he loved him, but Obi-Wan would open his mouth to say it but nothing would come out. He had tried to grab Cody's hand and Obi-Wan was still haunted by Cody yanking his hand back. He wasn't strong enough for this. He tried so hard to be okay with losing everyone he loved, he tried so hard not to be swept away by the undercurrent of remorse, but he'd failed so miserably. He cried for Cody, for hours, Cody's anger echoed in his mind, Cody fighting him until his tears caused his anger to resign. Obi-Wan had done his duty as a Jedi, but he'd lost everything, now all he had was himself, and he wouldn't choose to spend the rest of his life with himself. He wasn't someone Obi-Wan liked.

Obi-Wan fell onto his back, gasping for air. He shouldn't have tried to be brave. He should have just stayed in the bed. He shouldn't have tried to be a Jedi, he should've been selfish and let another take upon this task. He couldn't handle all the people he loved being angry at him, he couldn't handle being alone. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, he could feel his entire body shake, he was so cold. But he couldn't get up, he couldn't move his hand, he couldn't even think to use the force. All he could do was lay there and think, think of all he'd done,

Think of all he'd ruined.

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Part two here

[heartofroses112]

Our Own Choices Deleted Scenes — finding Ahsoka and Rex, pt. 2

It was good they left the shuttle when they did. They’d only been moving for a few minutes, Rex hanging heavy and limp between the Commander and Echo, when Ahsoka felt a tremor travel through the ground and up her body. She stopped, craning her head over her shoulder to peer back at the crash site. It was hidden by a hill and the rocky terrain, but the smoke pouring into the air was a pretty obvious sign.

“We have to move faster,” she said, hands tightening around the hilts of her lightsabers. “They’ve found the wreckage.”

Bly glanced behind and cursed. “More like they blew up what remained.” He stretched his stride, trying to increase their pace without putting too much strain on the group. “Commander, Corporal, you got this?”

“Just keep the way clear, Marshal,” Echo grunted, adjusting his grip on Rex’s waist as the older man started to slip. “Kriffing- why did they have to give me a scomp link of all things?”

Ahsoka sent a wave of the Force to help Echo, determined to support Rex’s weight for as long as her focus let her. Echo grunted as Rex’s weight lessened. “Thanks, Commander,” he said over his shoulder.

The Commander said nothing, simply holding tight to Rex and picking up the pace, helmet lowered to avoid the treacherous divots and bumps in the ground beneath their feet. Ahsoka fought back the urge to reach out to him with the Force; he probably wouldn’t appreciate it, not now. Is it weird that I keep referring to him as the Commander? she wondered. I know it’s Cody. There’s no one else it could be. So why… She sighed internally. Because he’s not yet revealed himself to me. If he wants to stay hidden, stay concealed… I must respect that.

Ahsoka stared at the back of the Commander’s head, senses stretched to their limit as she used the Force to watch their backs. Master Obi-Wan is dead, she reminded herself, ignoring how it still hurt to remember him. And just as the 332nd turned on me, the 212th must have turned on him. Even with the chips, it can’t have been easy for him to have killed Obi-Wan. I mean, they were so obviously in love with each other.

She allowed herself a brief smile at the memories, Cody and Obi-Wan never far from the others’ side, nothing less than professional at all times. It had fooled Anakin, but anyone who actually knew either of the men could tell the depth of their feelings.

Anakin had never managed to separate his personal feelings from his duty to the Jedi and the Republic. It had benefitted her several times but… in the end… Padmé was still dead, and Anakin—

Ahsoka loosed a slow breath, washing away all thoughts of her former master. Lingering on the past would not help her now. She and… the Commander would need to talk about it all, but that could wait until after Rex was safe and there were no enemies on their tail.

Their new loping stride ate up the ground quicker than before, dust billowing in the air with the speed of their movement. She felt Bly pushing a sensation at her; the clones’ ship was just behind the next ridge. Had he learned how to do that with Master Secura? It’s a neat trick, especially when we have to stay quiet. Wonder why we never thought of it.

Despite all of their efforts to increase their movement across the hardened earth, they weren’t fast enough. A blaster bolt shot past Ahsoka and hit the dirt just a foot from Echo. He cursed loudly, half-turning to see where it had come from.

“Run!” Ahsoka shouted. “I’ll cover you, just go!”

“Commander—”

“Go!”

The bolts were beginning to rain down all around them, little explosions of dirt and grass all around them as the shots missed. But it was a near thing, and they couldn’t rely on the shitty aim of the enemies behind them.

Ahsoka turned, unclipping her ‘sabers and facing the hill that now rose up in front of her. A squad of stormtroopers, only about two dozen or so, approached, movement hindered by the slope of the hill and the rocks beneath their feet. She noted the aim of their blasters, and realized most were still firing at her friends despite her proximity to their group.

A grim smile crossed her face. Time to change that.

She ignited her lightsabers, and the harsh white glow filled her periphery. Ahsoka kept half her thoughts of her friends, Force still lightening the weight of Rex’s unconscious body. Once she was sure they had reached their ship safely, then she would join them.

But for now…

“Focus all fire on the Jedi!” The order reached her on a breeze. She scowled, rolling her shoulders and shifting her head enough that her hood fell down from her montrals. It wouldn’t be a difficult fight, but, with their numbers, it may take longer than she wanted.

Oh well. Anakin had trained her against this kind of situation. And while her feelings about her former master were… complicated at best, he had done well by her. And it was far past time to put his lessons into action.

She raised her lightsabers, falling into the familiar stance in which so many duels had begun—slight crouch, main saber held in a reverse grip and shoto held across her body. She felt flickers of unease from the Imperials before her. She let her smile widen. Good. They recognized the form of a trained Jedi before them. And they knew she would not be going down easily today.

What they failed to acknowledge was that a Jedi never fought harder than when she was protecting those who could not, the innocent, the injured, the weak. And when those injured where her friends… the Jedi would become a force of nature.

And Ahsoka was ready to rage.

As soon as the ship was in sight, Echo and Bly switched places. Echo bolted up the ramp, climbing the ladder as quickly as he could. He fumbled with the rail, scomp link banging against the metal with a loud clang. Cursing, he dragged himself up the rest of the way and spilled into the cockpit. He was throwing switches and hitting buttons before Cody and Bly even made it onto the ship.

“I’ll get Rex situated,” Cody said, voice muffled by the floor separating Echo from his brothers. “Bly, man the guns. Echo, get this bird off the ground! Tano’s going to need a pick-up!”

“Yessir,” he hollered back down the hatch. There was the telltale thud as the loading ramp shut, a hiss as the hold depressurized. Despite the situation, Echo couldn’t help the fierce smile that crossed his face. Odd, he hadn’t smiled like this in ages.

Echo also hadn’t thought Ahsoka Tano was alive in ages.

He’d not seen much of her in the dark cockpit, and her hood had concealed most of her features from view. But she was so much taller than she had ever been, montrals taller and lekku longer. She grew up. Not that he was surprised. It had been practically two decades since they had seen each other. 

Well, he was surprised, actually. As far as Echo had been aware, Ahsoka had perished along with the rest of the Jedi. When he and the rest of the Bad Batch had met up with Rex only weeks after the Order, the captain had never let on about Ahsoka’s survival. Had he not trusted them enough? Not even Echo?

No, more than likely, Rex had been protecting her even then. He never seemed to stop. Echo paused in his motions, hand resting over a lever. He’d never told Cody about Rex. All these years, at least five of those knowing that the Commander was Cody himself, and Echo had never once mentioned that Rex, Cody’s closest brother, had not perished in the Venator crash that killed the entirety of the 332nd.

He flushed even as he kicked himself back into gear. He would have to apologize to Cody later; he knew how much Rex’s loss had been hurting him. But to be fair, Echo hadn’t seen Rex in months. How was he to know if Rex had managed to survive all these years? Better to not get Cody’s hopes up. That’s why he hadn’t said anything.

Echo kicked himself. Stop making excuses, he told himself. Just admit you forgot and never thought about telling Cody. Accept you’ve been a terrible brother.

“Echo!” There was a vibration at the hatch as if Cody had banged his fist against the ladder. “Hurry it up!”

Echo cursed to himself, and, instead of responding to his CO, he flicked the final switch. The ship shuddered as it lifted off of the ground, landing gear sliding back into place within the ship’s interior. “We’re airborne, Commander!”

“Good!” came the response. “Take us over Tano and open the ramp when we’re near.”

“While we’re still in the air?”

“Come on, Echo, you fought with her more than I did.” Echo could hear the grin in Cody’s voice. “You know that gravity doesn’t apply to the Jedi.”

Echo laughed, stretching across the console and plugging his scomp link into the ship’s mainframe. He winced as the overload of information flooded his brain, but he cleared it quickly. With his left hand on the controls, Echo pulled their ship into the air.

Her heard Bly whoop from his position farther into the ship. Echo couldn’t help his own matching grin. Despite the stressful situation, despite the danger that they found themselves in, despite not knowing how the day would end, there was nothing quite as intoxicating as battle. The Kaminoans must have done something to the clones in creation to make them like this; Echo didn’t know any other species who reveled in action and exhilarating fights like Jango Fett’s clones did. Or maybe it was just Jango himself.

The ship’s controls vibrating beneath his hand, information pouring into his head through the scomp link. He scanned the screens around him before focusing his attention out the viewscreen. Echo angled the ship in order to afford himself a better view.

Oh, he’d forgot how amazing it was to watch a Jedi in action. Ahsoka would always be his little sister. But Force,was she beautiful like this.

Ahsoka twirled, twisting through the air in a corkscrew before she slashed her sabers across the chest of a stormtrooper. He crumpled, but she was already moving onto the next one. She jabbed and slashed and stabbed, and Imperials fell like dominos before her blades. A pair of troopers aimed their blasters at her, bolts flying through the air and flashing toward the Togruta. Echo sucked in a breath, preparing to shout down to Bly to open fire.

But he needn’t have worried. Ahsoka reflected their blasts into the troopers at their side, whirling with the grace of a well-practiced warrior. Echo remembered training sessions during breaks between missions, General Skywalker having a dozen brothers fire stun bolts at the Commander until she fell to the ground. He was glad to see those sessions had paid off.

“Echo! Bring us down!”

Echo jumped into action at Cody’s order, pushing the controls down. The ship dipped in the air faster than he intended, and Bly’s disgruntled squawk let him know his brother’s feelings on the drop in altitude. “Steady, Echo! Bring us down steady!”

“I’m doing a lot, up here, Bly! What are you doing, sir?”

“Oho, I see why Rex wanted you in his battalion!”

Echo grinned, sending a command for the ramp to lower. He felt the guns fire before he heard them, and then he watched stormtroopers fall, puffs of dust in every spot where Bly missed. Ahsoka moved easily around the helpful fire, twisting in ways that made Echo’s metallic joints ache.

“On my signal, Echo!” Cody hollered, voice barely audible over the whistle of the wind from the open hatch. Echo pulled his focus from Ahsoka outside, instead centering all of his attention on the controls; the jump to hyperspace would be rushed. He’d only have a few moments to make the calculations.

“Yessir!”

Cody clung to the handle by the open ramp, wind whipping around his body. His hair was barely longer than it had been during the war, and yet he was still going to have to fight with major tangles later. He should have left his helmet on, not discarded it as soon as they were on board the ship. But he had needed to see Rex with his own eyes, see the proof of his brother’s survival with absolutely no chance of a trick. One hand clenched tight around the rail, the other outstretched into the empty space where the hatch should be. He waited, heart hammering and breath ragged in his chest.

The familiar sound of blasterfire reached him from the outside, along with the long unheard hiss of a lightsaber. Why did it hurt so badly to hear that sound, the sound that once meant safety and peace and justice and comfort? Why did it only bring him to the past, a battlefield raging around him, his General guarding his back and never allowing any harm to come to him? Why was he haunted by the memory of the man he had—

“Tano!” Cody shouted, hanging himself further out of the ship. “Come on, Commander, we have to go!”

He held his breath and waited, unable to see the battle below due to the lowered ramp. He couldn’t see, but he could hear the swish of a lightsaber as it deactivated. Cody tightened his grip around the handle, eyes searching the box of open air in front of him.

Ahsoka came flying up, lekku whipping behind her. She reached out her hand, and he stretched just a little farther, and they met, fingertips just barely brushing, before her momentum carried her further in the ship. Ahsoka’s full weight crashed into him, and Cody only just managed to keep them both standing.

He turned his head so he wasn’t yelling directly in Tano’s ears. “Echo! Get us out of here!”

There was no reply, but the ramp closed in front of them, small rattles reminders of the blasterfire their ship was still taking. The louder return fire from Bly at the cannon shook the frame of the freighter, but Cody spread his stance wider and held fast to the handle. Ahsoka took a step back, no longer falling against his chest but rather bracing herself against the wall.

As soon as he heard the hiss of the mechanics locking the hatch in place, Cody let Ahsoka’s hand fall, confident in her ability to keep her balance. With Echo flying the ship, he likely should have been more concerned. “All right, Commander?”

“Never better, Commander.”

She flashed him a slight smile, their old joke coming back with surprising ease. He’d often wondered how their relationship might have different if Ahsoka had been assigned to his General and not Skywalker. Cody had never truly gotten the chance to work with Ahsoka that often, but whenever she ended up on the Negotiator for a brief mission with Cody’s General, she had always been willing to spend time with the 212th. Waxer had always pushed the General to apply for a padawan commander after Tano had visited.

Her blue eyes scanned his face, lingering for a long time on the scar. He matched her gaze, falling into parade rest with his arms behind his back. Ahsoka’s eyes tightened. So, she recognized the stance he had picked up from her grandmaster.

“Can I, I mean, may I—” She fumbled with the words, glancing away from him for a second. Cody had rarely seen a Jedi anything less than composed. It was odd. It was also a strong reminder of her expulsion; she had never gotten the chance to fully become a Jedi, not the one she could have been. Not the one his General had believed her to be, regardless of where life had taken her.

Ahsoka took one single breath before returning her gaze to him. “Do you wish to stay the Commander? I can forget that—”

“No.” Cody ignored the flash of mortification at interrupting a superior officer. “No, Tano. I may be the Commander to the rest of the galaxy, to Senator Organa and the rebellion, but,” he offered her a tight smile, “you’re not the rest of them.”

She returned the smile, shoulders loosening. “Well then. It’s good to see you, Cody.”

“You as well, Tano. I was under the impression you had died.”

Ahsoka shrugged, looking deeper into the ship, focus inherently drawn to where Rex lay in one of the bunks. “They tried. Rex is the only one I could save, but… We got out. Figured that keeping our survival secret was for the best.”

“Ahsoka, take it from—” His voice broke. He dropped his eyes, staring at the metal beneath their feet. “They wouldn’t have known it in the moment. But they would have chosen their own deaths over yours. Living with that choice, the knowledge of what I’ve done…”

Cody couldn’t continue. He never had been able to. And now, face to face with Ahsoka, his grand-padawan, someone who had loved cared for him, known him as much as Cody had, someone who should hate Cody because of everything he did, chip or no chip—

“Oh, Cody.” Ahsoka’s hand brushed over his pauldron, dark blue symbol of her Order faded beneath her fingertips. Cody looked up at her once more to find a deep sadness in her gaze. “Cody, I do not blame you.”

“That would make one of us,” he choked out. He shook his head, shrugging out of her touch. “We can… later.” Cody strode to the ladder, ignoring the shame and anger and love still burning in his gut. “Echo! How long until we reach the fleet?”

“About an hour or so! I’ll be down in a moment, just finishing up.”

Cody nodded to himself before turning back to Ahsoka. She was still watching him with those painful eyes, vision reaching into his soul. He blinked, shaking himself out of the thoughts. Jedi aren’t psychics, he reminded himself. She’s not reading my mind, only what’s obvious. And his face always had been easy to read.

“Let’s check on Rex, yeah? Make sure he’s doing okay.”

She nodded, adjusting the fall of her cloak so it once more concealed her lightsabers from view. Then she raised her eyebrow—was it an eyebrow? Her markings made the correct shape along her brow bone, but it wasn’t an eyebrow in the traditional sense. No, this wasn’t important. “What fleet are you talking about? Are we meeting the rebellion?”

“Not quite,” Cody said, relieved to find a smile not far from reach. “Come on, Commander, I’ll explain it to you. It seems as if there is a lot for us both to catch up on.”

She nodded, falling into line beside him as they moved through the freighter. “Naturally, Bail knew about everything.”

“Naturally.”She laughed, soft and only briefly. But it was a welcome sound. Cody had spent so long believing he had destroyed the Jedi, been the hand to fall to signal the genocide of an entire people. But here was Ahsoka Tano, laughing at his side. It wasn’t a lot. But it would be enough.

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4

[burnwater13]

Grogu lying next to the rancor. Both are sleeping. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

Yes, Grogu was sleeping. He’d had a long, eventful day. He’d left Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp. He and R2 had determined that the Mandalorian had ended up on Tatooine. They’d gone to Tatooine. Found Peli Motto. Took her droid cart to Mos Espa from Mos Eisley. Found Din Djarin. Messed up the Scorpenek Annihilator Droid and then soothed a very upset and hurt rancor. Grogu saw the advantage of taking a nice nap at once. No one was going to wake him up at the risk of waking up the rancor. Right?

He had hoped that he would dream of simple, lovely things. Soft things like moss bunnies, and sweet things like honey stacks, and kind things like the tickle bugs from Coruscant who acted like alarm clocks. Grogu had always enjoyed waking up laughing. Ian hadn’t liked them at all, but then Ian didn’t always appreciate the early hour that the Masters expected them to be out and about by. 

But he hadn’t dreamt of simple comforts. Nope. He also hadn’t dreamt about the Mandalorian, which was a little surprising, all things considered. No. His dream was all about going on some sort of smuggling run. He wasn’t sure why he was doing that. He didn’t really think he was cut to be a smuggler. In fact he’d been the thing smuggled more than anything other than just being himself. But in this dream he wasn’t the prize. 

He was in a YT-1300 light freighter, sitting in the pilot’s seat. Another Jedi was sitting next to him, but it wasn’t Luke or Ahsoka. He looked like an older version of Obi-Wan Kenobi, but Grogu knew it wasn’t Obi-Wan. This Jedi looked like he’d never lost a lightsaber or forgotten his cloak anywhere.

“Do you two have the course laid in? She says we won’t have much time when we get there and every minute counts.”

The Mandalorian walked into the small bridge and spoke to them both with something like panic in his voice. Grogu glanced over his shoulder to say something soothing, but stopped as soon as he saw his dad’s face. What!? Why wasn’t Din Djarin wearing his helmet? He didn’t want to go to Mandalore and find out whether or not it was safe, just so he could swear by the Creed again. They clearly didn’t have time for that.

“Tell my daughter that we will get there when we get there and not a minute sooner. She should know by now that the Force doesn’t always show you exactly what you need to see.”

“Seb, I invite you to tell your daughter that. The last time I said that I received a very cold cup of caf and a raised eyebrow along with two hours of silence.”

“That sounds like a gift, not a threat. But you two live your lives as you see fit. Grogu, is the course laid in to Coruscant?”

Grogu nodded because he was too flabbergasted to do anything else. Coruscant? Why were they going there? Had they run short on Imp-sympathizers? Or did they need to find a Sith artifact? The place was riddled with them. 

“Excellent. Okay. Time to go.”

Seb pushed the appropriate control and the next thing Grogu knew was they were being bathed in the strange light that was the hallmark of hyperspace. At least this time he didn’t see any space whales. The first time he’d seen those he thought he was dreaming. But he hadn’t been. They’d been real. He’d found out that they were called purrgils. They used the Force to travel through hyperspace. It was fun as a fact but better as a dream.

“Okay. It’s going to a take a while to get there. I’m going to take a nap to avoid listening to your parents complain at each other about why we didn’t leave yesterday. You should get something to eat. I can hear your stomach growling, young one.”

Grogu looked up at Seb, with his beard and fading ginger colored hair and smiled. Whoever Seb was, Grogu liked him. He seemed like the sort of person who had seen a lot but it hadn’t affected him other than to make him kinder and funnier. 

“And we would have been able to leave yesterday if you hadn’t left your lightsaber in the twins’ room and Djarin and I hadn’t had to rebuild that part of the house when they realized what it was and started to argue over it.”

“Daughter, don’t get me started on the many things that you did as a child that created havoc among our family’s plans. I am surprised that we managed to get here at all, given all of that.”

Seb laughed as he exited the bridge. Grogu was still reeling from the various announcements that Seb, the Jedi had made. He had a daughter? His daughter was with them? She called Din Djarin, Djarin and they had twins?  And she was his mom?! He had a MOM?!

Grogu woke up with a start and looked around, his eyes wide and his brain racing. Where was this mom lady? And Seb, where was Seb, the Jedi? Where was his dad?!

“Buddy, how are you? You took a pretty big risk with that rancor. I can’t thank you enough for saving me.”

The Mandalorian picked him up and held him close. Grogu sighed. For once he was glad that Din Djarin was wearing his beskar helmet. Things were the way they were supposed to be, at least for now. He’d just have to be prepared for what was coming. And prepare his dad for that as well. Uff. 

A future where Din Djarin had a wife and kids and didn’t wear his helmet all the time sounded like a dream, but Grogu knew that Force dreams were only ignored at your peril. He’d spent too much of his life in that state to want to spend more time there. For him, this dream was just reality showing up late to the party and he hoped he had enough food for everyone. He would hate to run out of fire stacks, even though he had no idea what they were. Dank Farrik!

[phant0msworld]

Feelings of warmth

Summery: you both knew it was wrong but the forced proximity didn’t make hiding your feelings for each other easy

Paring: Obi-wan x padawan reader

Warnings: non

Notes: it was really fun writing this and I hope it turned out well

He knew it was wrong.

You were his padawan and he was your master, but he can’t help the way he is feeling about you. It didn’t help that you two were on a solo mission without the 212th where he could avoid you for a bit to calm himself down.

But now that was not possible,you toured him without even knowing.

The mission was simpel,but it took a lot of time. You were to spy on a separatist base for two weeks and then report back to corusant before taking further steps.

So that’s how he found himself in this situation, sitting in a cave where you set up camp and avoiding the storm outside.You were huddled close to him trying to get some warm from him,he could feels your body pressed against his.

You knew it was wrong.

He was your master and you his padawan, but he made you feel things no one ever before did.You knew he cared about you deeply, but probably not like you did.

The storm outside the cave was strong, you could hear the wind blowing and the rain falling. The fiere before you did little to warm you, and who are you to not take an opportunity to get close to your master.

He was tense and you felt it, so you gently placed a hand on the arm where you were leaning on and looked up at him.

“Master if you tense so much you will lose Temperatur.” Your voice was quiet and delicate, obi-wan turned his head to look at you. As he saw you he preyed to the maker that he would survive this.

“You’re right my padawan.” He called you his padawan, a warmt speed to your body and to your cheeks.

Mentally you were fighting with yourself if you should speak about your feelings, about the love you have for him.But was it worth the risk,is it worth the pain it could not only cause you but him as well, for the small chance he feels the same.

Obi-wan could practically hear you thinking, your face showed deep concentration as he looked at you from the side. He studied your face every chance he got and he got never tiered of it.As he looked at you,he imprinted once again the shape of you face, the color of your eyes and the way your lips looked.

He can’t keep living like this he has to tell you, even if there is only a small chance that you love him back.

“(y/n), I’m afraid I haven’t been honest with you.” His voice ripped you out of your thought, but what could he mean with he hasn’t been honest with you.

“Master what do you, I’m afraid I don’t follow.”As he looked into your eyes he could see the confusion and hurt his word brought to you.

“I know it is wrong for me to feel this way not only as a Jedi but also because I am your master. I can understand if you don’t feel the same, but I have to tell you for me to move on.” You could see that he looked away out of shame, a small smile graced your lips when you placed your hand onto his cheek and turned his face to look at you. The rain was still going strong outside, and the cold was coming to you but you didn’t care about any of that.What you cared about was Obi-wan and what he just said.

“Obi-wan, are you saying that you like me?” His heart was beating so fast that it would surely spring out of his chest. The warmth of your palm centered him and now there was only you. Sighing he placed his hand above yours and pulled it into his lap.

“Yes I’am and I know that it is wrong but what I feel for you is real, and strong.” Your smile only grew wider at him admitting this and before he could say anything else you kissed him. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, but he melted right into it.

“Obi I feel the same, I also know that it’s wrong but I can’t help it. I care deeply about you and I want to be with you, even if it means hiding wahr we feel for each other.” His heart warmed at your confession, he is glad you feel the same way and now a smile graced his lips, where not only a moment ago where you lips.

“I’m relieved you feel the same, I want this with you, I want to try this and if it works, we can leave the order after the war.” You nodded at his words, and he pulled you into his chest hugging you. You snaked your arms around him and hugged him back, as the night was coming the two of you decided to sleep together. The night was spent with exchange of words of love and affection.

And suddenly it wasn’t cold anymore, and the thoughts of war were far away as you spent the night together and hopefully many more to come.

Notes: so I hope you liked this and had fun reading it, I sure did have fun writing this

@onlystarwarsamdmarvel

[questforgalas]

Who are your favorite clones and your top headcanons about them?

Oh my god. Is there a character limit on this? This is the topic I could give a 2 hour presentation on with 5 minutes to prep

Ok so if I had to be really honest with myself, there is really only one TCW clone who is my favorite (others I like, but none have latched on the way he has) and that's Rex (if you know my blog, this is probably the least surprising thing I've ever written). Fives, Wolffe, and Gregor are honorable mentions, but Rex had me since second 1 of his screen time in the TCW movie.

Then came along the Bad Batch, but again, if I'm being honest with myself, I like the batch as a whole, and they're definitely my comfort squad, but only one has truly been my favorite since he walked off the Marauder in their intro arc in TCW, and it's Crosshair (I know, another shocker here)

Thanks for the ask!! Flood my inbox with asks if you so please 💖💖

I'm putting my HCs for them under the cut because I have no control with these two and this will be long lol

Rex

First things first, Rex is the definition of "work hard, play hard". Not that he's out partying all the time - I don't see him as a 79s frequenter at all actually - but that when he's off duty or the 501st actually have some time to relax, he's laughing and joking with his brothers and COs. He's not a stick in the mud at all, and he gets involved in pranks just as often as Fives, he's just better at avoiding the paperwork.

Ahsoka is like a little sister to him, and those two are best friends. When she left, it was the first time the 501st ever saw Rex unable to speak after a debrief and have to walk away to find somewhere private to grieve. He took it just as hard as Anakin to watch his little sister walk away, but unlike Anakin, he understood her reasoning and as hurt as he was, he was proud of her for sticking to her honor and to herself

Cody is the commander he's closest to, but Wolffe is the one he looks up to the most. Wolffe's pack instinct and drive to rescue all in need resonates with Rex and how he leads the 501st.

He's one of the most socially awkward individuals to ever come off of Kamino. Put him in a strategy briefing or in the middle of battle, and he's as calm and collected as a Jedi. Elevator ride with a CO and needs to make small talk? Absolute disaster. Obi-Wan picks up on this and purposely seeks out to stick himself in small talk situations with Rex for pure entertainment

Rex's favorite missions are relief missions because he loves seeing his brothers get to interact with the locals. He's a huge softy for kids, especially ones in war torn areas, and as soon as he's done with his duties, he'll organize a pick up game of anything between the local kids and the 501st. It distracts the kids from their situation and lets his brothers let loose. He's easily goaded into joining, usually by Jesse or Echo (before the citadel)

Crosshair

In my opinion, he's the most misinterpreted clone in the Batch, possibly of all the clones, but I digress

His relationship with the batchers: Tech: I'm not fully onboard with the "Tech and Crosshair are tube twins HC", but I definitely see them as very close. Crosshair is able to give Tech something the others can't which is someone who can sit for an indefinite amount of time and just listen. I think especially when they were cadets, Tech was easily excitable about new discoveries or new tinkerings, and Crosshair - being literally trained to sit in a sniper's nest for lord knows how long - would happily plop down and listen so Tech could exert the energy. Sometimes he cleaned his rifle, sometimes he just sat and listened. This extended into later years, and even though Tech didn't need to talk so much, it became a comfort to have each other sitting next to the other Echo: They didn't have as much time to bond, but I think these two bonded very quickly after Echo joined up. Similar to how Crosshair and Tech bonded, since Echo hates being alone, Crosshair was able to ease that panic by just sitting with him. Not necessarily talking or anything, just sitting and being; however, the comfort of it often eased Echo into telling stories of his days from the 501st, especially of Fives, and when he did, Crosshair would put down whatever he was doing (let's be honest, probably cleaning his rifle) and listen intently. Crosshair was also the most observant and sympathetic to Echo during his recovery. It would be quiet actions, but he'd check in with Echo more frequently than the others and make sure his new bro was doing ok Wrecker: Ohhhhh baby do I love their dynamic. Crosshair is the emo kid who adores his family but never wants to show it while Wrecker doesn't know how to interact without showing emotion, and Crosshair's warning glares mean nothing to him. These two were Hunter's #1 headache cause as cadets because Crosshair would encourage Wrecker into whatever crazy idea he had Hunter: The closest. All of the OG batchers are very close, but Hunter and Crosshair are another level. 1. They bonded over their enhanced skills (enhanced senses and enhanced eye site require a special kind of understanding) 2. Crosshair challenged Hunter as a leader and strategist not to be snarky, but to make sure their family always got out. He'd grill Hunter on strategies and the holes in each of them until they were perfect 3. Their closeness was very evident to me during their TCW arc with how often Hunter and Crosshair silently communicated with each other. This bled over into TBB E1, but those interactions were obviously short lived. They seek out each other's gazes the most

He sleeps on his stomach. It's second nature to him as a sniper, and even if he falls asleep on his side, he will 100% of the time wake up on his stomach

He and Tech were the pranksters of the group. They were nightmares as cadets, and when Echo joined them, their pranking ways picked up again as he taught them a few new ones he and Fives deployed on the 501st a time or two

He will be the first to die for his family. Hunter would work to get everyone out, but Crosshair would be the first to sacrifice himself so Hunter's plan had more time. He would've jumped after Tech out of that cable car if he didn't already have him with his rifle attachment

His giving love language is acts of service, but his receiving love language is physical touch/words of affirmation. The guy just needs to be reassured ok??? Wrap him in every blanket imaginable, he'll purr like a cat

Thank you for the ask!!

[limnsaber]

Mandalorian Gen Fic Rec List - Volume III: Adventures & Encounters, Tatooine Friends, Side Characters, and Others

Hello all and welcome back to the third edition of the Mandalorian Gen Fic Rec List! See Volume I (Din) and Volume II (Clan of Two) here. For reference for this list, 🔐 means a restricted work and 💜 means an personal favorite, but as always, they are all must reads. Please let me know if you like them, and please give love to the authors we owe so much to!! -Yours, Lim <3 <3 <3

Adventures & Encounters

💜 it's called a flush by deniigiq (Din Djarin, Ensemble Cast, Found Family, one of my absolute favorites, Queer Families, Humor, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Gen, 130k)

“Word is that you’ve shacked up with Boba Fett, Mando.” That tone sent shivers unrelated to the water down Din’s spine. The urge to lash out filled his lungs, but he pushed back on it. “You two have history,” he said as evenly as he could. He turned and found the Jedi’s face completely void of emotion. His eyelashes were darker, though. Din could see them clearly even from across the river. “Do not bring him here,” the Jedi said. (Din tries to make a family. Now if only the new members didn't hate each other.)

Ways and means. by @outpastthemoat (Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, The Mandalorian Darksaber, Jedi Philosophy, Gen, 4k)

Din sighs. “I’m here because I need you to teach me how to use…” He gestures at the darksaber hanging from his belt. “Well. This.”

Mando'ad Draar Digu (A Mandalorian Never Forgets) by the unacknowledged (Din Djarin, Grogu, Ensemble Cast, Hurt/Comfort, Father-Son Relationship, New Republic Politics, Gen, 163k)

A run-in on an Imperial ship between Mandalorians and New Republic pilots ends in violence and a stalemate. Tensions are now heightened as several New Republic senators extend negotiations to the mysterious ruler of Mandalore, a reformed planet isolated from the galaxy. Mand’alor Din Djarin and Duchess Bo-Katan Kryze begin defensive discussions with the Galactic Senate, opposed to becoming involved in any outside government after so recently reclaiming their home planet. As they aim to keep Din’s identity confidential, the Mandalorians hunt the rest of the Empire in the Outer Rim and attempt to avoid the New Republic’s domineering presence. But Senator Leia Organa isn’t taking no for an answer with peace on the line. (Oh, and of course, the clan of two reunites.)

Scatterplot Solution by Now_With_Conviction (Din Djarin, Ensemble Cast, Star Wars Rebels, Rescue Missions, Gen, 10k)

“Anyone gonna fill us in?” Fennec asks. Without looking at Fennec, Bo-Katan wonders, “do you really wanna know this...this,” she searches for the phrase, “galaxy-brained story? Because Ahsoka will jump at the chance to tell it.” Din wants to tell Ahsoka she doesn’t have to, but once something piques his interest, he prefers to know in case the withheld information becomes important later. He’s been in plenty of dark corners and unfortunate dealings to hone such an instinct. “I’ll bite,” Din says neutrally.

Faith in Darkness by icarus_chained (Din Djarin, Grogu, Luke Skywalker, The Force, The Jedi Order, Gen, 11k)

Hindsight was perfect. And all nightmares came back, eventually. All nightmares came again. In an echo of another temple on another world, thirty years before, the Empire comes for Luke's school. The Empire, and a dark force long thought lost. The Force doesn't warn them, not in time. But someone will come for them. Someone will save them. All Luke and Grogu have to do, Anakin and Obi-wan, Ben and the children under Luke's care, is hold on until they reach them.

Where My People Are by Hypercamera3 (Din Djarin, Sabine Wren, Canon-Typical Violence, Teen, 7k)

Din Djarin goes to a the headquarters of a minor crimelord operating under the Gray Syndicate, intent on collecting a bounty. However, another Mandalorian, Sabine Wren, is already there, pulling the wool over the crimelord's eyes. This can only get worse.

🔐 Suddenly, I'm Respectable by nik_knows_nothing (Din Djarin, Leia Organa, Reva Sevander, Kenobi Show, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Gen, 52k)

Din really only gets the bounty because no one else is foolish enough to take it. After all, he's one of the youngest bounty hunters in the guild, and a hunter in his position can't exactly be picky with the jobs he does or doesn't take. Even if it's very obviously a trap. (AU in which Bail and Breha Organa have a backup plan in place for Leia's rescue, and that backup plan involves a very high-paying bounty and a very tired Mandalorian with no ship, no real reputation, and a worn-out set of durasteel armor.)

Tatooine Friends

💜 The Gang Goes Viral by stopcryingyoullrust (Tatooine Cast, POV Outsider, Crack Treated Seriously, Gen, 4k)

Bounty hunter turned small business owner, Boba Fett, tries his best to promote his retreat. But when a commercial he filmed with his friends goes viral on the holonet for all the wrong reasons, the galaxy starts brimming with speculations about Fett's supposed resurrection. One intrepid podcast intern makes it their mission to interview the elusive legend and find out if there really is a spa in the middle of the Dune Sea.

All Help Us Survive by miztes, @temporoyales (Din Djarin, Tatooine Cast, Mandalorian Culture, Book of Boba Fett Big Bang 2021, Gen, 1k)

Boba Fett is settling in as the leader of a syndicate on Tatooine, crushing his enemies, freeing their slaves, and generally trying to build a new reputation for himself. He'd like to see more of that Mando he helped. Djarin was useful around the Palace and good company. The kind (ever so rare) you could trust to watch your back. But Kryze got her claws into Djarin and they're off reclaiming Mandalore and Boba doesn't expect to see Djarin any time soon. Boba really doesn't expect to see Djarin in his throne room with a group of kids. And that first visit is only the beginning.

Gar sa aliit, ori'wadaas'la by seashell_heart (Tatooine Cast, The Book of Boba Fett, Mature, 51k)

The Pykes have declared war on the new daimyo of Tatooine, and Boba Fett and Fennec Shand have called in the help of the Mandalorian, Din Djarin. As the storm builds, the Fett gotra unites to face its enemies. This is a completely self-indulgent rewrite of The Book of Boba Fett episode 5-7, mostly by scooping out the Mandalorian Season 3 setup and replacing it with events that actually feature Boba Fett, Fennec Shand and the Mods. No major changes from what happens on Tatooine in canon, just much more time spent in Mos Espa with my new favourite found family: the Fett gotra. Because sometimes, a family can be an infamous bounty hunter, an equally infamous assassin, a Mandalorian dad missing his adoptive green son, a Wookie mercenary, and a group of youngsters with cybernetic limbs and authority issues.

The Strangers by @ro-moray (Cobb Vanth, Tatooine Cast, Gen, 2k)

Power changes hands on Tatooine practically overnight. Rumors of the coup make their way across the ever-shifting sands of the Northern Dune Sea, all the way to the isolated town of Mos Pelgo and its Marshal. Much sooner than he expected to, Cobb Vanth sees his old armor again—and gets a peek into various galactic dramas that fortunately have nothing to do with him.

Stronger for the Breaking by @seascribbling (Din Djarin, Boba Fett, Head Injury, Gen, 23k)

“Hey, little guy. Look at this. Do you think any of these people can help us?” He pulls up a projection of the log and holds the child up to see it. “Any ideas?” The child looks at him and then back at the contacts, screwing up his face in an expression of concentration. He takes his time, and the man tries to be patient. Finally, the child stretches out a tiny hand and points to a log entry. “Boba Fett,” the man reads. He pauses, to see if the name sounds familiar. It doesn’t. “Tatooine.” Or, Din Djarin crashes his starship and only knows two things when he wakes up: One, that he never removes his helmet and two, that he would die to protect the child.

The People v. Din Djarin by @mandaloria314 (Din Djarin, Ensemble Cast, Legal Drama, Humor, Gen, 1k)

Transcript of the Third Judicial Division of Mos Eisley of the Planet Tatooine plea hearing on the case of the People of the New Republic v. Din Djarin, Division Chair presiding

Side Character Focused

💜 Get Back Up by angiebodies (Luke Skywalker, Yoda, Grogu, Din Djarin, one of my fav!!, The Book of Boba Fett, Gen, 1k)

In the wake of Grogu's departure, Luke receives some much-needed guidance from an old friend.

🔐 Te Nuhun by @quillandink-tmblr (Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Ensemble Cast, Humor, 2k)

The Fetts are only funny to a select few people, to Boba's utter chagrin. OR Five people who don't really get the joke, and one person who finally does. Podfic in end notes.

Quid Pro Quo by @bobafett (Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Developing Friendships, POV Alternating, 13k)

In the Syndicates, you’re either good or you’re dead, and Fennec Shand is very, very good. Or, at least, she used to be. Maybe she’s lost her edge, or maybe the galaxy has just changed around her. Now the Empire is gone, and her Syndicate contacts aren’t taking her comms. Even the karking credits are different. Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise when a bounty hunter half her age with a contract for her live capture shoved a blaster into her stomach and pulled the trigger. But it’s just a setback, and Fennec can handle setbacks. She can even handle a new set of cybernetic implants and a Boba Fett imposter. She’s remade herself a dozen times, what’s one more?

this is a low, but it won't hurt you by @mantelpieces (Boba Fett, Din Djarin, Jango Fett, Character Study, 2.5k)

Djarin pulls a little metal ball out from his pocket, and rolls it between his palms. “Do you remember your father? Really, properly?” Boba's father exists in a strange in-between now. Sometimes he is clear-voiced and vibrant, as if he’s only in the next room. Other days, Boba can just about conjure the image of his hand on a blaster, can just about remember the weight of that same hand on his shoulder. “Not as much as I’d like,” he says. (or: Boba is raised with love. years later, he sees another man trying to do the same.)

Weft and Warp by beanenchilada (Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Canon Compliant, Platonic Soulmates, 1k)

The first time he sees her pick up her rifle is the first time he sees her relax. He didn’t realize she was so tightly wound until, suddenly, she wasn’t. The first time she sees him in the armor, she looks at him for a long time before saying, not bad.

First meetings, in noir by sithness (Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Fanart, 3k)

Run-ins between two rising stars in the galactic mercenary scene, bathed in moody neo-noir lighting. I: In an upscale Nal Hutta establishment, Boba Fett makes a business proposal. II: A derailed hunt, and a collegial gesture. III: Fennec Shand contemplates the disturbing news of another elite mercenary's demise. An artwork series, with snippets.

Between the Rain by Art3mys, FortinbrasFTW, @asiminthering (Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Din Djarin, Crime Fiction, Book of Boba Fett Big Bang 2021, 24k)

As Boba Fett seeks to establish the foundation for a crime empire that can meet this newly shaped galaxy, he finds the desert will always hold secrets. Enemies hanging in dust and shadows, a ruined empire of loose ends, and a child who can’t seem to understand he isn’t interested in keeping strays, all circling whispers of rain. One way or another, he’ll have to find a way to build a shattered past into a present that doesn’t slip through his fingers.

💜 Descent by Buckhunter (Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Bib Fortuna, 100w)

Bib Fortuna is nothing in comparison to Jabba, and he knows it. But so does the green-clad ghost that storms the palace.

Others

💜 Our Souls Our Own by icarus_chained ((Listen I know this is tagged as slash but if you're this far into these lists you're going to have to trust me on this one. it's one of my favorites. ever., and the slash is not explicit dnw it is mainly about din and its beautiful beautiful beautiful,) Din Djarin, Grogu, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Planet Tatooine, Honor, Mandalorian Culture, Slavery, King Boba Fett, Mand'alor Din Djarin, Family, Hope, Crisis of Faith, hajsbdjhds, 13k)

On faith, armour, debts, friendship, and the crucible of slaves, heroes and kings that is Tatooine. In the aftermath of breaking his creed, Din takes a long walk into the desert, and Boba Fett and Cobb Vanth set out to bring him back.

Knight in Shining Armor by musicmillenia (Crossover, The Last of Us, Din Djarin, Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie (The Last of Us), Mand'alor Din Djarin, Grogu, 2k)

Ellie, born as Nori from Coruscant, is rescued by a knight who knows her name. Her actual name.

[arkainea1911]

Soulmate/Mark idea where Anakin,Obi-wan and Reader are all soulmates but the dynamic is crazy as hell in that whole reader and anakin bothe Obi-wan (one slightly more platonic than the other) Both reader and Anakin hate eatchother.

Or more it actually reader dislikes/ hate Anakin and anakin was meh about reader till he found out they actively dislike him and now is salty about it cause his him how can anyone actually hate him!

They fight constantly when they are near each other, and their fights are the stuff of legions!

Saber have been drawn, and levels of diststutaion that rival major offense on highly contested worlds have been wrought on their battle grounds.

It was to the point that are forbidden from having weapons on temple grounds and they have to limit there fighting under threat if exsplution.

Still one can hear Screaming and cursing throughout the temple whenever they someone end up near eatchother. (Which is a good amount given how they actively avoid each other) and no one can stop them Obi-wan.

But even then it is a delicate peace as best.

Others who have seen tea or meal times between the three and liken it to a hostage situation with obi-wan living up to his name as the negotiatetor and is probably the only reason they haven't killed each other.

In the end, it is their rivalry that stops anakin from fall for Sidious tricks.

Because when he comes to the man with his offer. Anakin remembers how reader said they were "weak willed" who "would fall to the dark side to keep his pretty face from being scratched"

Theyvsaid more but his stuck and ther his no way he will let reader be right about anything. So he says he needs to think about it and leaves. Only to call reader and tell them they were wrong and he didn't take the siths offer.

This leads to a bunch of questions, confusion, and then all hell breaking lose.

After all is said and done when anakin sees reader again after the flames had died down and he goes to gloat reader just looks at him with a mixture of feelings he has never seen them directed at him and walks away without a word. Leaving him confused.

It happens again and again and again. Anakin is at a loss. He is used to the reader yelling at him but finds that this cold sholder/silence treatment is far worse.

After talking to Obi-wan about it, he finally catches the reader alone in the gardens. Anakin stops them from leaving but asking them to stay. With a nod, they sit back down, and anakin joins them. They talk a bit, but it's awkward and not anywhere near as explosive as it normally would be. It's new ground for them both, but they do overcome it and actually have a simple conversation. They stretch out in the grass after it dies, side but side, and look up to the sky.

Obi-wan wan finds them hours late with reader curled into anakin side with his arm around them.

On the flip side, the reader is lost because as much as they want to fight him, like in the past, they can no longer find the words. Anakin could have very well fallen, and they would have lost one of they sould mates. However, what really gets them is that the only reason anakin didn't fall was because he didn't want them to be right about him. It's something that while they are glad to be wrong, still stings in a way nothing else had before. They knew their treatment of him left much to be desired, of course, but it still just hurts that anakin is only good because he wants them to be wrong more than anything. It speaks to the reader that he hates them to this extent. Its not surprising but it hurts and they aren't sure why. In short they are confused and torn, and all Obi-wan has said is that maybe it's time for them to bury the past and talk.

They go to meditate on it when anakin finds them alone, and for the first time, they actually just talk to him. It's werid but uncomfortable, but...nice.

Hours later, when they find themselves in a sleeping anakins side, they think that maybe just maybe he isn't so bad after all.

The 180 of the two is a shock to everyone! They still bicker of course but it's nothing like it was in the past and it more of a force of habit more than anything.

It's jarring as mich as it's welcome and a bit concerning after everything that has happened.

When Obi-wan is asked why he doesn't looked shocked by the change he says he isn't any when asked more he says they he has always been the one they went to complain about the other and found the reason they could see eye to eye is because thy are both so much alike.

Both are stubborn to fault, proud, and unwilling to yield.

He says reader never hated anakin but hated how he got away with everything and disliked how arrogant he is.

Likewise, anakin was actually interested in the reader more that he let one when he found out about they were souldmates but was hurt when the reader seemed to hate him for no real reason.

Obi-wan always knew they would come around. They just needed something to make them see past themselves.

Granted, not becoming a sith Lord's apritence because you want the other to be wrong was not what he thought would be the thing to open their eyes, but eh, it works, he guesses.

[written-musings]

I saw that your asks were open for obidala Drabble requests and I just had to request!

If you’re up for it would you mind writing an angsty (smutty if you’re okay with that, wasn’t sure of your ask rules) obidala moment, after they survived order 66 & everything and are now on tatooine. Where all their emotions and genuine love for each other become something more?

I’m obsessed with the idea of Obi wan and Padme surviving, going into hiding and falling in love.

Sorry this is so late, I had a draft and I lost it. But I typed this up this afternoon. It's unedited, but I hope you like it. It's a bit steamy and smutty!

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Six begrudging months passed since Order 66, since Anakin turned to the dark side, since the Republic fell, since the perceived deceased Senator had her children and had to hide them, since Obi-Wan and Padmé lost everything, and their relationship changed forever.

They were friends for so long, well over a decade, and just like that… they loathed each other. To make matters even worse, they were forced to live in close proximity via an isolated hut hidden the endless dunes of Tatooine.

Perhaps hate is not the right word, for both of them have too much good in their hearts, but being around each other hurt more than they could bear – grief, anger, sadness… Maybe, just maybe, the fact they felt a gush of emotions in each other’s presence entailed sentiments far greater than they could understand…

Or admit.

But the moment where she let herself slip, that one moment where she met with the Senators who would eventually be the foundations of the Rebellion…

“One Jedi then,” she had offered to the politicians in the room.

At least let me speak the trust to my love. At least. Please, she had pleaded silently.

“There is only one Jedi- one who I truly know all of us can trust absolutely…” She had trailed off, leaving her usually composed self in a stunning silence upon the realization that the Jedi she was referring to was, in fact, not Anakin. The man who had helped save her planet from the Trade Federation after they had invaded her planet. The man who asked her, the young queen who had to be brave, how she was doing. The man who jumped out of a window for her. The man who wholeheartedly kept the secret of her relationship with Anakin to himself because he loved them both. The man who completely understood her as a politician despite his distaste for them.

Obi Wan.

Padmé. He had whispered her name as he stroked her cheek after saving her on Mustafar, her life and the futures of her children uncertain. He chose her after his own Padawan, his own brother, his own son, his own best friend.

They had successfully avoided each other during these months, whether it be hiding in different corners and spaces, or Obi-Wan exploring the planet and working on ventilators while Padme would also explore and barter at markets, selling parts Obi-Wan would make for much needed credits.

An avoidant, yet invisible partnership.

They were in control again.

Today was just like all of the other ones, blistering sun, wondering when they would have to cross paths again, blaming themselves for what happened with thoughts of “I should have done…” and “what I could have done…” skipping over and over again like a broken record. The Jedi was in town looking at parts while the former Senator was scavenging hidden gemstones on rocks a couple clicks away and would hike back for the evening.

All was well.

Until it was not.

The howling. The shadows obscuring the cloudless sky, then the high binary suns. The entire planet growing still. A sand storm. A bad one.

Obi-Wan immediately jumped in his speeder with hopes to return before it hit. Meanwhile, the woman was scrambling down the rocks and sprinted over the dunes in hopes she could make it back, but deep down she knew it may not be the case.

He sped. She ran.

By the time he returned to the little hut, he had made it just in time, only to see she was not there. Panic had struck within him, knowing she could be out there, out anywhere. Frantically looking around the hut, he noted the little colorful gemstones she had collected to sell sprawled about the corner she would avoid him in. Something within him immediately told him where he needed to go.

Meanwhile, the storm was gaining on her, and quick. She covered her thick, caf-colored curls with her cloak as she ran through the sand, the resistance and give in the steps she made making it that much harder to step forward. The howling grew closer and closer, louder, and louder, the burning of the sand infested wind through her cloaks grew more unbearable.

She kept going until it seemed to be impossible. Her arms and legs ached from walking against the wind, the sand pelted her face she blocked with her arm, and it seemed inevitable that she was stranded, stuck, alone. Her legs were ready to give out.

Maybe this was the best way to go. To finally say goodbye. She was too tired to carry on anyway.

But a shadow came into view through the dusty distance, a slight buzz of an engine and indecipherable yelling. Before she had time to even comprehend what was happening, she was being pulled into a speeder that drifted away. Lulling in and out of darkness, she observed the hooded being that saved her, noting it was not a sand person, it could not have been. As the vehicle stopped and she heard the muffled words hurry in the familiar Coruscanti accent she had loathed, she listened anyway.

He had saved her. Again.

He always seemed to be doing that.

Obi-Wan put his arm around her waist as he guided her back to their hut, the sand penetrating everything and blasting through the door as the swirls and howls of the gusts soaked everything around them.

Using the Force, he shut the door. In an instant it was almost silent save the faint whistles outside.

Both of them were tired, exhausted, panting, realizing this was the first time they had even touched each other since the day that changed the entire galaxy.

He was relieved yet she was fuming, also relieved, but mostly fuming.

It was an uncomfortable silence, one they did not know if they could handle any longer, but their limbs were too exhausted, and their skin burned from the sand.

“I would say ‘You’re welcome,’ but your anger tells me otherwise…” He murmured lightly, almost with a sarcastic tone.

The woman rolled her eyes, “Thank you… for the unsolicited psychiatric analysis of my emotions…” She responded in a snarky tone, staring in the omnipresent fire they have on their hearth.

Their exchanges of witty banter had always kept them on their toes, even more with six months’ worth of things unspoken on their tongues.

The Jedi raised his eyebrow as he lowered his hood , “I suppose someone is under… the weather,” he replied, crossing his arms.

“I don’t always need you to come to my rescue, you know…” She also removed her hood, the light gains of sand contrasting that of her hair.

He merely scoffed, “What was I supposed to do? Leave you for dead in the sand?”

The woman pursed her lips, “It would have been a poetic way to go… and at least it would have been my choice.”

I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, rough, irritating, and it gets everywhere.

“Sometimes we do not always make the right choices…” He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence, thinking of the past.

“Like the one where you and Master Yoda decided I would be stuck here with you?” She retorted bitterly, before finally crossing the tight quarters to hang her robe, where she’s wearing a sleeveless tunic and a long linen skirt.

The man sighed again. He was tired. But he could tell she was too. “Do you think I asked for this to happen? Do you think I wanted this to happen? You think I have not thought about what I could have done to save him every day? You think I don’t blame myself?”

“That’s not what…” She stopped herself, not knowing what to say.

“I know that is what you are thinking because I feel the words in your heart, and you have every right to be angry.”

“You think I did not see the signs, Obi-Wan? That I did not think something horrible was going to happen. You think I don’t blame myself? I blame myself every day! I want to fix this! I want to see my children! But I can’t because people made decisions without my consent.”

She was angry… Who could blame her?

“I miss him…” She whispered.

There was an eerie silence so sharp you could hear the wind singing songs outside.

“I miss him too…” He finally whispered back.

Finally… some common ground.

They were heartbroken. Coping with the betrayal. Grieving the loss. He was no more.

“I had it under control!” She had almost shouted. “Coming home in the storm. Just like I had it under control when I took my ship to Mustafar… If you hadn’t been there…” She turned away from him, unable to even look at him without tears falling down her face.

The man moved towards her, sensing the overwhelming sadness in her heart, “You would be dead…”

“What if I should be…” She whispered so quietly she did not realize that was what she had been feeling this whole time until the words escaped her mouth, and she could not take them back.

She had just revealed her soul to the man she could not stand.

A part of him broke when he heard her say such things, but he also understood a bit too much.

The words escaped him before he could stop himself, “Then I would have no one, nothing left…”

The woman turned around and looked into the broken man’s cold, blue eyes, brimming with tears as he looked down, but he knew she noticed. For the first time she realized how self-centered she had been. He, too, lost everything – Satine, his Master, the Jedi Order, Anakin, the Republic he also fought for, his Clones betrayed him, everything.

She stepped towards him and raised her hand to his cheek, which he found himself leaning into… Tears filled her eyes and fell down her sand coated cheeks.

This was the one time she was okay with swallowing her pride.

“Thank you.” She stated confidently.

Surprised by her profound statement he looked up at her and their eyes finally met, and it was at that moment they realized after losing everything around them, they were still here, despite everything.

Those two words somehow melted the ice between them. Suddenly the air seemed stuffy. Kenobi could not explain it, but he found himself kissing her palm.

“You are most certainly welcome.” Kenobi could not explain it, but he found himself kissing her palm again and again.

Padmé felt heat rush to her cheeks, but also between her thighs. However, she did not move her hand, but wanted to continue feeling his warm breath on her skin. She wanted to walk on that fine line of betraying whatever values they had left.

Then again, they were betrayed by so many people. So why the hell should it matter anyway?

He noticed this, and he kissed her palm again, his soft lips and the bristle from his beard tickling her hand and the sensation brought warmth through her entire body. She shivered beneath him, and he trailed along her hand and down her wrist, and down her arm and up to her shoulder, then her collarbone where he licked the crevice between her collarbone and neck, causing her to involuntarily gasp at the sensation.

Kenobi was teasing her, of this she was sure, but she could not get enough. Kisses traveled up her neck, causing her breaths to hitch and for her arms to reach behind his back and pull him closer to her, to feel him against her. An enamored chuckle escaped his throat has he continued to feel her under his lips, even covered in sand she was intoxicating.

He somehow walked forward, and she moved backward with him as he sucked her neck, moaning when he found the perfect spot.

Once her back hit the wall she realized she wanted him, right here and right now.

But all remnants of patience went out the window when his lips finally met hers and his teeth lightly bit her lower lip before his tongue brushed hers. They had been living in a desert and they were desperately parched. She feverishly untucked his shirt and undid his belt, hearing the thud of it and his lightsaber on the ground below. Under hitched breaths and hot, wet, messy kisses he removed her tunic and kissed her neck, her chest, the warmth of his lips and roughness of his beard traveling to her breasts as he sucked her, with a moan of reverie escaping her lips, her fingers in his long auburn hair.

His shirt came off between kisses, reveling his toned chest and abdomen, hair growing in all of the right places, and she took it all in, his face, his body, the overwhelming smell of him. And somehow, her skirt was discarded, and his pants undone, and like the storm, they could not hold themselves back

He had lifted her to him, her back to the wall her legs wrapped around his hips as he felt the wetness of her on his belly. They couldn’t even wait to go to the bed as he filled her, both filling the endless emptiness that was more expansive than the desert dunes – hips thrusting, hot kisses of desperation, nails digging, moans begging for more.

They rose and fell together.

Hidden and tucked away in the Outer Rim,

Sweat pouring like a much-needed rain shower,

Holding on to each other for their dear lives in ecstasy,

Moans harmonizing the whistles of the storm outside,

Because they were all they had left.

[fanfictasia]

Whumpcember Day 3

Hypothermia

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from When Stars Align

Barriss isn’t that hard to get past, all things considered. Anakin vents again, hiding until Obi-Wan finally contacts him to tell him to rupture the coolant system. That’s not hard, either to do or to get to. What matters is stopping these creatures, more than anything else.

Anakin is still hidden safely in the vents when his master contacts him with the information that cold should kill the worms. Considering the heat of Geonosis, that makes sense. Cold certainly isn’t ideal, considering Anakin has nothing to keep warm in, but it’s the best they can do. They’ll… have to get off-board fast to avoid freezing to death.

The air is foggy as the temperature drops below freezing. Anakin never realized exactly how humid air was on ships until right now, but the ship is still moving fast, and he needs… he doesn’t know, but he’s afraid to dock at the station right now.

Master Fisto did give him orders, though.

He’s mid-contacting the Jedi master again to tell him he succeeded, and to ask if he has nay further instructions, only for Barriss to jump out at him, slamming her lightsaber down on the controls.

Anakin jumps out of his seat, drawing his lightsaber and grabbing one of the pipes leaking icy air, shoving it towards her. The cold is supposed to kill the worms, and the faster they’re dead, the sooner the chance of them getting out of here.

His hands are numb enough that he can hardly feel his lightsaber, can’t feel anything except the fact that it’s freezing and everything is freezing, and they better dock soon before anyone freezes to death. To be fair, humans don’t die that fast, but he has a right to be worried after everything that’s happened here.

Barriss is trying to infect him – or at least the worm in her is. It’s sickening and Anakin hasn’t wished so desperately he wasn’t alone since he and Barriss were trapped in the factory together. But at least, they had each other there.

He can’t say the same now.

All he knows is that he wants to get out of here, and he Force-shoves Barriss across the room.

She hits the floor, the worm screeching something in Geonosian, or at least that’s what it reminds Anakin of.

“Kill me,” she pants weakly. “Please.”

Anakin stares at her, a gut-wrenching horror ripping him apart inside out. She’s – he can’t do that. “This isn’t you,” he argues, shaking his head. “It’s not your fault. We’ll be okay,” he adds, because even if it won’t do much to help, he has to try. She needs the reassurance, and Anakin can’t imagine what it would be like to get possessed by something. It sounds – he doesn't want to think about it.

She’s panicking, and so is he – there’s really nothing they can do except wait for the cold to take effect. Is it hurting her? Will she be alright?

Will the clones be alright? Anakin has no idea.

(Barriss killed one of them, she killed Trap, and Anakin can’t get that moment out of his head. There was nothing he could do but stand there, and he – who will he lose next?)

She pushes herself to her feet again, and Anakin shifts, repositioning himself and slashing the worm in half. If it’s dead, well – maybe he can free her, though that won’t do good for the clones still aboard.

At least he can save her.

That’s – the most Anakin can do right now.

[the-bi-space-ace]

The World Tumbles Down Chapter 7 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Well, here we are! We’re at the midpoint of this fic - more or less - and things have gotten… worse. Much. Worse.

I knew that if I was going to do an Order 66 fix it one of the main players was going to have to have their chip activated. I chose Crosshair (sorry crossy). I love putting this man through shit over and over again. He is one of my narrative punching bags. I partially chose this because of what I have planned for something later down the line. However, this is also the catalyst for the rest of the team to take the chips more seriously as their main goal.

They’ve been in a bit of a limbo for the first part of this fic. They are investigating and pulling pieces together but they’re stuck primarily on the ship without direction or a goal. It’s frustrating, it’s difficult, and they’re getting to the end of their rope. We’ve seen Crosshair and Hunter butt heads. Echo and Rex avoid each other like the plague. And Cody and Obi-Wan have a merry go round of arguing and ignoring each other unless if has to do with their mission. The stress is getting to all of them, even leaving Tech and Wrecker to try to pick up pieces when they can even if this hurts them just as much as it hurts everyone else.

Crosshair’s chip activating gives them an actionable goal. While they know finding the missing drugs is important they are also aware it’s not going to fix anything. It leaves them at a loss, no leads, and nothing but intuition and guesswork. His chip activating proves what Fives knew long ago.

This chips are a problem. There is a plot. They have to do something about it.

I’ve introduced a lot of different pieces in the first 7 chapters and all of those pieces are going to start slowly coming together: Fox’s involvement, the chips, each of their individual conflicts, who is behind everything you know who.

Crosshair’s pain is a big part of his conflict with Hunter and that is just another can of worms that they refuse to work through. You will see more of that in chapter 8 when I post it tomorrow.

I said once before that typically strong characters are going to break and uh… I would be prepared for that tbh. This is ripping apart their entire worldview. It’s tearing down everything they thought they knew and that isn’t going to be easy for any of them to deal with.

I’m excited to share chapter 8 with all of you tomorrow! It’s uh… sure gonna be interesting!

[gleefullypolin]

You could (and probably should!) write fic for them, I'm sure it would be lovely if that little snippet is anything to go by.

I truly adore Eloise and can't wait to see what her place is in all of this. I know there are people waiting for some sort of revenge plot from her or hoping she outs Penelope based on the end of last season but then again, there is a distinct lack of media literacy the last few years that's truly sort of exhausting at this point.

I feel like the fight between them had to happen. Penelope being isolated from the people who know her best is now motivation for her narrative. Anthony felt isolated and under pressure and it was a large part of his motivation in his season. Colin will now be isolated from his usual friendship with Penelope and that will be part of his motivation, etc. Our Freytag's Pyramid essentially started with the end of s2 for our dear Penelope and Colin but also feel like they've always given the main characters a bit of the Hero's Journey without the supernatural element to contend with as well.

(Well now I'm just going to call him Lord Obi Wan Kenebling)

I am curious to see how they handle Colin knowing, in the book he was worried for her more than anything and I think I'd like to see that played out with the contrast to Eloise's anger. Having both Colin and Eloise get viscerally angry at her and saying the worst sort of things isn't going to do anything to move a story forward imo and will just feel redundant. Colin being in love with her by then very well may soften it and having them work together, especially since they keep saying how much it's friends to lovers, how they're going to be able to tell each other things they wouldn't tell anyone else, would be a good departure from the avoidant behaviors of earlier seasons.

Oh yes, I don't think she's going to hold anything against him. What he said was not something she didn't expect, it was the hurt of him saying out loud to everyone like that. I do think he will be the architect of his own suffering and I have to admit that I find that much more enjoyable than some perceived punishment that someone who loves him would dole out.

I did just stumble into the info that they were going for Marlboro Man for him vs sexy pirate and either way, they're very clear on him being a man now, ha. I think at this stage, she is used to him looking at her, even so much as staring at her at times, but she's never managed to read him right when it pertains to her and I think it will be fun if they play with that insecurity of hers, she won't quite get it until she *gets* it and it will be very satisfying indeed when he finally says it to her out loud.

I really don't think you can ever go wrong with using longing looks and yearning as foreplay tbh.

I have been writing the final chapter of my last Captain Swan fic for 2 years now. I keep telling them all it’s almost done as I write one sentence and delete it over and over again. I swore I was done writing. I dare not try my hand at things anymore for the sake of sucking me in. Hahahaha!

Back to the point at hand, I will be so annoyed if Eloise does out her to Cressida. I just don’t feel like she would do that even out of revenge. She’s angry and acting childish but they have been friends for so long, I can’t see her of all people just being cruel for cruelty’s sake. I just saw the snippet of her and Cressida on Netflix and you can see in those few seconds that their friendship is not because she WANTS to be with her, its not because suddenly she’s a girls girl who wants to hang and gossip. She’s hurt and feeling a way and who is the one person who would hurt Pen more than Cressida? Women can be cruel creatures when reacting with each other. But that does not mean she wants to cause her permanent damage by outing her to the Ton. She knows what that would mean and if she had wanted to truly hurt Pen, she would have done that already.

I can never not unsee Lord Obi Wan Kenebling and so I shall forever address him as so! Thank you!

I agree with you whole heartedly, if Eloise is angry and seeking out the one person that would anger Pen as revenge, I do not want to see Colin treat her with the same anger. I want to see Colin show after of course his initial confusion and anger, because of course he was affected by Whistledown himself and then trying to understand why she would do such a thing and take such a risk and especially, not tell him of all people. But I also want him to be the one person that understands her in the end.

I want him to be her refuge, her safe space, and the place where she finds her acceptance. Colin has always been some sort of home to her. Whether it was the one person who sheltered her in the sea of people at the ball, or the person who was interested in her thoughts while he was traveling and heard her desires via her written word, Colin has been the home to her heart, and I want that to be where Whistledown comes to find peace too.

She’s going to be scared when she realizes there is a price on her head, and she is alone in this only to have someone to offer her security and acceptance and THAT is going to glorious because it has always been Colin. But now, he will recognize that too. He’s been a bit slow on the uptake! I’ll have to really control myself not to fast forward out of impatience to get there. I love angst but I also hold it in great disgust for what it does to my heart!

I have a feeling that all the sultry stares and dare I say lustful, breathy ways these two will say Colin or Penelope will surely make up for it.

[notthestarwar]

For character opinion bingo, Obi-Wan? :D

Obi Wan! Yes!!!

I have so many opinions about Obi Wan.

I feel like fanon depictions tend to polarise him. He's either a sad wet cat defenceless as fate continues to torture him, doing whatever the Jedi want him to do because he doesn't know any better (or else is too self conscious to argue, or else he's unbelivabley bad ass, unstoppable, always with the right sarky comeback, above the Jedi, doing his own thing. Respectfully lol I couldn't disagree more with either side. I think attempting to fit characters in to one box flattens them. Humans aren't black and white. I understand where each of these extreme portrayals finds its roots. In canon Obi does do certain things that seem to indicate some kind of insecurity (and his backstory explains where that might have come from) but we usually see him acting very sure of himself and at times even arrogant.

Like most people. I don't think he's sure of himself all the time even if he does promote an image of someone who has it all figured. But he's also not unable to look after himself. I find Obi Wan a really fun character cause to me, he does have an unintended impact on people around him and does occasion inadvertently contribute to things that ultimately hurt him. A lot of the time it can be hard to talk about Obi Wan in this way cause ppl fall back on 'oh but it isn't his fault' but it's not about blame. Everyone does things they don't intend sometimes. Everyone occasionally makes a mistake that'll hurt them down the line, and possibly hurt those around them.

I like to see Obi Wan as someone who is sure of themselves, but who has some personal blindspots. He's exceptionally competent but that's thanks to his own hard work, he's no not a prodigy, he's worked for the knowledge he holds and he's respected by his people because of that. Professionally, he has mastered himself, he has control over his emotions, he is able to see things for what they are. But in certain areas of his personal life he struggles and he doesn't even see that he struggles. His relationship to Anakin, his inability to stop him, the fact that he only stopped him when pushed to his absolute limit and even then, he couldn't remain detached enough to be fair, to Anakin, or to the galaxy. He didn't want to be the one to land the final blow so he left Anakin to die, and they all paid for that. I like to think this unhealthy attachment is rooted in the unhealthy attachment Obi wan had with his own master. He felt he could never do right where qui gon was concerned (even if this wasn't true) and so he doesn't tell Anakin he IS wrong, when it matters. He's avoidant. Anakin may feel that he can do no right when it comes to obi wan, thanks to obi wan picking at the small stuff, but in reality, Obi Wan lets him get away with so much. He doesn't push when he should because he knows he won't like the answer, he knows it'll be difficult and he'll have to face up to his attachment to Anakin. This isn't a Jedi flaw, we see that other Jedi do manage to do better than qui gon, Obi Wan, and anakin himself, as masters. But ultimately they are human. These are human flaws.

It's not about blame and its certainly not about absolving Anakin or anyone else of responsibility. But Obi wan isnt perfect. And I wouldn't want him to be. As a character his imperfections make him seem human. I think that he does struggle to let go, he pushes people away because he knows that when it matters, he won't be able to let them go, like he knows he should, like he teaches.

And I'll stop now because I've talked about him for way too long. But yeah! I have many many thoughts about obi wan lol and I'm so glad you asked! He's never come up in these games before and I feel I don't get to talk about my thoughts on him so often

Thank you!

[corruptedforce]

Okay I'm going to chime in on this, because I do ship Anidala, in the right situation. They are the main relationship of the prequels. He loved her from the moment he met her, but sometimes love isn't enough. The Clone Wars, losing Ahsoka, Palpatine's grooming which was the big catalyst were stronger. He spent over a decade grooming Anakin.

The ruminations scene in Revenge of the Sith is one of my favorite, because they can feel each other, because she is pregnant with force sensitive children. Anakin was terrified of losing her and the babies, but despite it all, he did fall to the dark side.

He fell fully. You cannot just fall slightly and Anakin doesn't do anything halfway. He loved her very deeply. She was right that there was good left in him, but she didn't know that, because they were connected by the force. She knew that because she knew his heart.

Anakin hurt Padme deeply, but as a mother, she could have chosen to want to live for her children. The dying of a broken heart thing could have been avoided. But, that's what I love about Matthew Stover's novelization is it all already happened and nothing anyone does will change, as said in the beginning.

He fell to the dark side completely, when he pledged himself to his teachings, despite still loving her and the children they were going to have. Whether they felt any of each other's pain is unknown but when she died, Vader did force scream, which showed how much he did indeed love her.

But Vader is Anakin and Anakin is Vader. They are not separate. His loss he felt over her was losing her and the child, as well as what happened on Mustafar.

There is also 0 chance that Padme couldn't have talked him down on Mustafar. Obi-Wan couldn't and he knew Anakin better than anyone. Anakin was extremely powerful that night, and the dark side was extremely strong in him. He was convinced what he was doing was right and there was no talking him out of it.

He had turned against the Jedi (which I don't really have an issue with) and he'd been poisoned against Obi-Wan and Padme both.

While there are small moments in time, where there's a glimpse of goodness shown in him, there's no real growth on it until Luke comes into his life. Obi-Wan didn't make progrss in Kenobi, Ahsoka didn't when she fought him. He didn't want to deal witth how a lot of the choices he made, made him feel.

I did not mean for this to be this long, but like I said, I am an Anidala shipper sometimes. I don't buy into the lies that people try to tell, though.

But, I am an Anakin fan before I ship anything and the changes that happened, after he became Vader weren't ultimately about Padme.

He got to transition as a force ghost because Obi-Wan reached out to him. Anakin told him he was sorry and he was quickly told how to do so, by Obi-Wan.

The visits he made to Leia were his choice, as was his acceptance to understand why she hated him.

Though he loved Padme so much, he forged his own path without her.

I'm sory this is so long, but he had a long, rich history before and after his fall, that isn't all about her. She and the babies were so much a part of who he was, but not the only parts, and ultimately, not the most important.

I had to ask myself and my friend about what his destiny entails and in many ways, his destiny entails a lone journey, towars balance in many ways. I'm always willing to consider every perspective though.

I'm didn't say anywhere that Padme and Anakin didn't have a deep connection, they were the main romance of the prequels after all. I just corrected that you said he didn't fall completely. Lucas made a lot of cuts from both trilogies coincide and mirror each other, because of his whole "it's like poetry, it rhymes" thing. But yeah I do agree that Anakin and Padme are connected cause, again, they're married and that's the whole point of their marriage.

And I still can't believe Lucas let them bring Palpatine back in the sequels like, way to completely ruin everything Anakin did in the end.

[gch1995]

Hi! Been thinking about Luke and Vader. How do you think Luke went from wanting to die to believing there was good in Vader? What caused that change/acceptance?

I have a lot of sympathy for Anakin/Darth Vader, and I don’t think it’s fair to place blame on just him for becoming such a deeply dysfunctional and horrifying human disaster as an adult, considering how deeply compromised his agency was his entire life under a series of abusive, hypocritical, and oppressive authority figures within a dystopian galaxy’s fucked up institutions. However, that doesn’t mean Luke wouldn’t have still had absolutely every right to hate his father for hurting him, his friends, and the many other people throughout the galaxy either.

Yet, ultimately Luke didn’t hate his father, even after Darth Vader reached out to him through the force by torturing his son’s friends, stalking him, abducting him, terrorizing him, threatening him, and cutting off his hand to try to coerce him to join the dark side in Empire Strikes Back.

Why?

I think the most obvious reason is that, with a little space and time to recover from the trauma that his father put him through in his efforts to find him and recruit him to the dark side, Luke ultimately sensed the good within Anakin beneath the darkness after he revealed that he was doing all this because Luke was his son, his family, who wanted freedom from Sidious and someone better to bond with than that sadistic asshole his current master was.

Also, in spite of how awful and dangerous it was for Anakin to terrorize Luke, cut off his hand, and threaten him like that on Bespin to try to recruit him to the dark side, he intentionally goes out of his way to avoid outright killing his son by going easy on him battle, giving him chances to escape, and trying to recruit him to the dark side to bond with his son and gain freedom, rather than bringing him to the Emperor.

Yes, he’s being awful, cowardly, and selfish in his methods, but Anakin is also trying to more easily avoid the possibility of one of them getting killed by Palpatine or one another by going after his son to try to recruit him to the dark side to overthrow the Emperor because he knows his master will do worse to Luke and/or himself if he finds out the truth about his son still being alive and a Jedi.

In Empire Strikes Back, Anakin also tells Luke “Don’t make me destroy you” when his son skitters away from him in terror. Though he went about looking for Luke pretty obsessively to try to recruit him for the dark side, once his son actually refuses to be swayed to the dark side by his father on Bespin after being abducted, terrorized, and amputated by him, Anakin notably doesn’t keep hunting down Luke to try to recruit him to the dark side or personally kill him for refusing after he runs away in terror in the movie. He’s upset about it, sure, but he really never wanted for Luke to be killed or hurt long term either.

Then, you also have to examine the fact that Luke didn’t really ever view Owen and Beru Lars as his parents. Though they loved Luke, and he loved them, Owen and Beru still never encouraged Luke to view them as his parents either. They were Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to Luke, but never mom and dad to him. Luke really wanted someone to be able to identify as his parents. Anakin, flawed as he was, was the first person in Luke’s life to identify themselves as one his parents he had been missing his whole life, which is also why he was particularly desperate to bond with his father and inspire him to turn back to the light side.

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Yandere Star Wars someone hurting their so?

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Yandere!Star wars x reader

summary: You’re getting an injury and you need to retreat, what will they do?

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Anakin Skywalker

I’m pretty much sure he’ll fight faster and get you hidden as fast as possible

He’ll make sure to put you in a comfortable position if he needs to continue fighting the droid so he can open a way for both of you to get out

If you’re able to look at Anakin’s behavior while fighting, you could see his moves and his face is filled with rage, but you’re getting hut, you only focused to stay alive and relying yourself on him

let’s just say, he can’t control his anger the second he finds you getting shot by the droids

so why doesn’t he destroy them all?

with that much power pushed by anger and revenge for you, it’s easy to take care of such a mere droid.

he could never forgive those who hurt you.

but his mood changes when he approaches you and looks at you, he doesn’t want to scare you.

“You okay? alright keep your eyes open, we’re not far from the ship”

if you can’t walk, he’ll carry you in piggyback ride position or bridal style depending on the location of your injuries.

while resting on the medbay or on the ship, he’ll comfort you 24/7

“hold on dear, just hold on, look at me, don’t worry”

“you’re the one worrying so much Anakin”

“Well because if you do, I don’t know what should I do next”

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Obi-wan Kenobi

this man is caring

retreat as soon as possible together so he could give you first treatment, then if he could avoid fighting, he’ll try to avoid it, but if he can’t he’ll guide you getting out and taking care of the rest

he wants you to avoid the battlefield as fast as possible

so you could get treatment faster.

well he doesn’t do revenge

correction- not now

I mean if it’s droid then maybe he’ll let it pass

but someone recognizable? mhm mhm

yeah he will remember their face forever, until they’re dead, at least.

the next time he meets the one who hurt you the last time, he’ll make sure they’re dead.

like dead. he needs to see them dead in front of his eyes

but when it’s the time you get your treatment he’ll be on your side all of the time until you feel better

but you both don’t make physical contact, to avoid people knowing about your relationship.

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay, it’s fine, hang on”

he’ll feel bad because he can’t hold your hand to calm you down, but you both want to avoid the risk, so you’re fine with that

it’s just him that feels bad

so when you’re able to get out from the medbay, and in a private time, he’ll hold you and make sure he doesn’t touch your injuries at all to make you feel comfortable.

it’s not you who asked to be cuddled and hold, it’s him that needs reassurement that you’re fine, that you’re now able to be in his arms, honestly he does it without him even realizing, he does that to make himself feel better.

because I’m sure he’s scared inside, it’s just his face and feeling don’t match each other lmao

the next time you go on a mission, he’ll question whether you really need to go to the mission, even though you’re with him.

but when you said yes, he’ll let you go, but told you to inform him before and after you start your mission.

next time something like that happened again, guess he needs to start using the strict way instead, just to keep you safe.

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Luke Skywalker

he’ll panic inside and outside the moment you get injured

“OH SHIT Y/N RETREAT RETREAT”

Honestly he made the situation get worse

Han would scold him later like “DON’T PANIC IN FRONT OF THE ENEMY, IT’LL HELP THEM KILL YOU”

“BUT Y/N GET SHOT”

“IT’S NOT LIKE THERE ARE NO OTHER PEOPLE TO HELP THEM, THERE’S ME, LEIA, AND THEMSELF TO HELP THEMSELF.”

“da kark stop screaming or I’ll shove your mouth with this lightsaber like you sucking di-”

retreat as fast as possible

at one point he’s confused about whether to retreat or fight until the end, blame the pressure around him ngl

okay maybe this one fits for ANH Luke

but I’ll give you the ROTJ Luke that suits Yandere Luke...

I mean he’s still panicking, but he knows what to do

place you somewhere safe, place a kiss on your forehead before he’s back to the battlefield to open a way or maybe... fulfilling his revenge that he doesn’t even realize it’s a revenge

he’s stupid I know

sometimes he’s ignoring the whole karking Jedi code without him even realizing

has I told you guys he’s stupid?

but not really that kind of stupid, I must say.

but he’s a sweet, gentlemen, perfect man so I forgive him.

“Stay here alright? I’ll meet you again soon, in a blink of your eye”

cheesy of him but he kept his words

he fasts af bro

you blink the second time, he already carrying you, holding you tightly, placing another kiss on your forehead the second time to calm you down

honestly he’s calming himself by kissing you

very much like Obi-wan

like padawan like the master.

when you get your treatment, he holds your hand most of the time, making sure to you that you’ll be fine

once again he’s just couraging himself that you will be fine, just to calm himself down.

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Din Djarin (my first time writing him I’m sorry)

this man was confused about which one to do first

treat you or vanishing the enemies

sometimes he picks it randomly

okay maybe based on your injuries

but for your information, he’ll make you retreat even though you only got a scratch

because his theory would be like: you get hurt - stay fighting will make you lose focus because of the injury -> get hurt even more -> dies -> he’ll be alone.

well.

what can I say?

just because he seems calm every time on his job or needs to fight doesn’t mean he’s not panicking.

but behind that tin helmet and his face, I’m 100% sure that he’s super panicking like it’s the end of the world

but you’re his world though...

his feelings and face don’t match him like Obi-wan

he doesn’t care anything at the moment but you

so when they’re able to be back, he’ll immediately grab bacta spray and other supplies

told you to rest 

no, don’t even think to get up from where you are

if you need anything just ask him

just don’t. get. up.

“Sleep, you’ll need that for tomorrow”

he’ll hold you in the middle of the night for a moment

he felt grateful you’re still here with him

and the morning, he’ll not wake you up until you wake up by yourself

he also prepares medical supplies in case there might be some other injuries that you don’t even realize yesterday.

he prepares breakfast too

force you to eat them all

he even shares his portion

caring guy <3

will not let you go on a mission or hunting for the next 2-3 weeks.

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Fennec Shand (Not as bad as Din ones cause I got a friend with an exact personality like her)

this woman will shoot everyone in her sight and then calm you down

“stay here, I’ll be right back.”

at first she only wants to open a way so you both could retreat, but she just can’t control herself being mad at the enemy, I mean not just the one that hurt you, but every single one of it.

yes, everyone.

no mercy for yandere Fennec 

but sometimes she realizes that she still has you to take care so she’ll end up just opening that way for you

when she helps you walk away from the battlefield, I could feel like she’s shooting one of the dead corpses, just in case

even though they’re truly dead, she still hasn’t satisfied yet. 

if her enemy seeks revenge...

don’t worry, she already prepared herself 

because she seeks revenge as well lmao

this time she has no mercy

yeah she never got any mercy for the enemy before

the difference is she got more brutal and violent

and everyone dead

happy ending

but when she comes back, she’ll be by your side throughout the recovery

sweet Fennec exists for her darling only

yey