#obi dad au

[thejoxaren]

Created an AU where Obi Wan adopts the twins and takes them to hide out Tatooine with him. He’s a tired dad and the twins are menaces. There’s a lot of sadness and drama to be found but for now let’s enjoy the cute, sweet family stuff. (Feel free to send asks if you want!)

Officially this is called the Obi Dad AU! Thank you to the person who put it in the tags (and for the kind words)

[milkcioccolato]

Coming out comic since it’s pride month yayyyyyyy

[unfinishedslurs]

The boy stops in his tracks. “I know you,” he says, tilting his head curiously. He’s not tall, but he’s regal nonetheless, dressed all in white. Something about him makes Leia’s hair stand on end, and although she hides it she feels a stirring in her own chest. I know you like I know my own soul, she thinks wildly, and wonders where it came from. Has she gone insane?

“That’s nice,” she says, and shoots him anyway.

He deflects it in a flash of light, a glowing blue laser sword appearing in his hand like magic. She’s only seen one of those before, and it’s Vader’s. If this boy is anything like Vader, she realizes, she’s in deep shit.

She’s smart enough to know when she’s outmatched. Leia makes the tactical decision to run for her life.

Later, as she’s getting the hell out of there, she wonders why he didn’t try to stop her.

She remembers being young and tugging on her mothers skirts, demanding to know why their guest was so sad. “Does he not like it here?” She’d asked, and then, trembling, because Kenobi always seemed saddest around her. “Is it…because of me?”

“Oh, Leia,” her mother sighed, lifting her into her arms. “It’s not that, I promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, years ago.” Breha’s eyes grew deeper, darker. “It was not his fault, but he blames himself. You remind him of that child, that’s all.”

Leia had quieted at that, contemplative.

The next time she’d seen Master Kenobi, she had given him a hug. He didn’t seem to know what to do with that, so she resolved to give him more of them. “He’s lonely,” she’d told her mother. “No one should be lonely.”

Looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi now, the memory seemed so far away. He’d aged thirty years in the ten it had been.

He looks, Leia thinks with a small twinge of regret, very lonely.

“Leia,” he greets. “It’s been a long time.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Leia sees a glint of white.

Kenobi freezes in his tracks. “Luke?” He whispers, and through the distance Leia can hear it as if he’d been speaking directly into her ear.

Master Kenobi lost a child under his care, her mother whispers in her head. He blames himself.

In an instant, Leia understands everything.

Kenobi is still staring at the boy he’d lost so long ago when Vader cuts him down.

Later, as she’s pacing around on the Falcon to Han muttering darkly about Princesses and supernatural abilities, she rememberers the way the boy collapsed, as if all his strings had been cut. Vader was too occupied with him to even look at her as she shot at him desperately.

Luke. She hates him more than she hates herself.

“They know where you are,” he hisses frantically. “They’re coming for you. You have to run.”

“Wait!” Leia quickly pulls up their sonar. Nothing yet, but it would explain the distant queasiness she’d felt since they’d landed. She tended to trust her gut. “How do you know? How much time do we have?”

“Not important, and not enough,” he says. “I have to go, and so do you. You need to leave yesterday.”

“How do I know I can trust you? I don’t even know who you are.”

He pauses. “Call me Skywalker.”

“That’s not an answer, Skywalker.”

“Yes it is.”

She opens her mouth to argue, but there are faint voices on the other end, drawing nearer.

“Shit,” Skywalker mutters. “I have to go. I’ll be in contact, okay? Don’t ever tell me where you are, or where you’re heading. Vader and Palpatine aren’t shy about reading minds. Just leave as soon as you can, and figure out the rest.”

“But—“

It’s too late. The comm has disconnected.

She stares down at it, disbelieving. How would the Empire know they’re here? Why should she trust a stranger who somehow got her personal comm code?

Gut feeling or not, on paper this was a perfect location. Supplied, armored, and most importantly, extremely well hidden. There was no real reason to think it would possibly be found out.

It’s probably a trap. Almost definitely a trap.

Han sticks his head in the door, a sour look on his face. “Hey Princess, can you tell these idiots—“

She makes a decision then and there.

“We’re leaving.”

“What?”

“We’re evacuating, effective immediately.” She pushes past him, and he follows so close he’s nearly stepping on her heel.

“Why? I think it’s pretty cozy here. Actual sunlight doesn’t hurt, either.”

“Apparently too cozy.” She grabs the first person she sees, a pilot who stares at her with wide eyes. “Emergency evacuation. Spread the word to pack everything you can and leave, I’ll let you know where we’re headed when we’re in orbit.”

He salutes and scurries off.

“Woah, hey now.” Han snatches at her elbow until she turns around to face him. “What’s going on?”

“There’s a new informant. He told me the Empire knows we’re here. They’re coming for us.”

“And you trust this person because…”

“I don’t have a choice,” she snaps. Someone runs past them, holding three packs filled to the brim with rations. “It’s either he’s lying and we’re not in danger, or he’s telling the truth and we’re going to die if we don’t listen. It’s not exactly hard math.”

It could be a trap of course, but he hadn’t suggested any sort of direction or destination to follow, and Leia wasn’t inclined to share. Especially not after his tidbit about Vader and Palpatine reading minds.

He squints at her. “That’s not it.”

“What?”

“I don’t believe you,” he insists. He’s so infuriating. Leia doesn’t know why she hasn’t kicked him out yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, and you’re either gonna tell me why, or find a different transport when we head out of here.”

“Who said I was riding on your hunk of junk?” She demands. She actually was planning on going with them, since the Falcon has more than enough room for all the supplies that can’t fit in the other ships and none of the trustworthiness of the other pilots, but Han doesn’t need to know that.

“Well?”

Damn him. Damn him for knowing how to read her. She doesn’t know when she let that happen.

“I feel it,” she admits, defeated. “Something tells me he’s trustworthy. We’ll wait and see if it’s right.”

He studies her. She holds her head high, but inside she’s jittery at the scrutiny. They don’t have time for this.

“Yeah, all right,” Han finally says.

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” He rolls his eyes, like she’s not acting absolutely insane by putting all her trust in a random man she’s never even met. “Now come on, Princess, weren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

What is it about this man that makes it impossible to tell whether she wants to punch him or drag him into the nearest supply closet? They don’t have time to find out.

“So there’s good news and bad news.”

“Bad news first,” she demands.

“They know there’s a mole.”

“Shit.” Of course they know, how could they not? She should have been more careful, less obvious about the correlation of their movements with the Empire’s plans. “The good news?”

“They’ve tasked me with hunting down this ‘pathetic rebel spy,’” Skywalker says, humor in his voice. “That should buy me some time.”

Leia can’t quite stop the snort she lets out. “Seriously?”

“Yep. You’re speaking to a professional mole-hunter, here.”

“Well congratulations on the promotion, Skywalker.”

“Thank you,” he says grandly. Then, quieter, “It won’t last, Princess. They’ll find out eventually.”

“I know. Just hang in there, it will be over soon.”

“Will it?” He asks, suddenly sounding very young. She realizes that she has no idea how old he is. She doesn’t know anything about the man who has saved them more times than she cared to admit, and the idea rattles her until they sign off.

Later, she looks up the name Skywalker in their archives. There are a few results, but only one sticks out.

Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and hero of the Clone Wars. Killed at the hands of Darth Vader. There are gossip articles too, speculations on his relationship with the pregnant Senator Padmé Amidala, who died around the same time Skywalker did. The baby, it seems, died with her.

Unless he didn’t.

It’s ridiculous. It’s impossible. The idea is so ludicrous that Leia almost rejects it entirely.

But it makes sense. By the Maker, it makes sense.

The child of Anakin Skywalker, it seems, would be a powerful Force user indeed. Powerful enough for Kenobi to take the baby and run. Powerful enough for the Emperor to want him for his own gain. Powerful enough to send Vader after Kenobi and take the boy himself.

Maybe even powerful enough to shield his mind from Vader and Palpatine’s intrusions.

Powerful enough to hide the fact that he’s a spy.

Leia sinks into her chair, covering her face as she laughs.

Maybe Luke isn’t so bad after all.

“No, no, no,” she mutters, digging through the smoking wreckage of the TIE fighter. “Don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

“Princess…” Han lays a hand on her shoulder that she immediately shrugs off.

“No, he’s not dead. He’s not. Luke!”

A faint cough answers her, and she’s so relieved to hear it she could cry. Behind her, Han starts bellowing for a medic and, “Some damn help here, do you expect us to move all this ourselves?”

“Luke, it’s me,” she sobs. “It’s Leia. You’re at the Rebel Base. You’re safe.”

More coughing, and there’s a worrying rasp to his voice when he says, “You know…my name?”

“I figured it out.”

“Smart.” This time, the coughing is so bad Leia and Han both wince.

“Shit, kid,” Han says, moving another piece of rubble. “Don’t talk. We’re gonna get you out of here, all right?”

“Stand back,” Luke chokes out.

“What?”

“Stand back. Please.”

Han protests, but something in Leia knows they should listen to him. She drags him back, and motions everyone else to fall back with them. They do, albeit reluctantly.

“Clear,” she calls, hoping Luke can hear her.

The TIE explodes.

“Fuck!” Han goes back in, Leia on his heels with the terrifying feeling that she’d just allowed Luke to die, before they both stop in their tracks. Around them, the broken pieces of the TIE are floating.

And curled up in the middle is a man dressed all in white.

“Luke!” She pushes past Han to start dragging him out, and after another moment of staring around them, he helps her.

As soon as they get clear, the pieces fall to the ground with a clatter. Luke falls limp with them.

Han is still looking at the TIE. “Can you do that?” He asks quietly.

Leia pauses her examination of the unconscious man in front of her to glare at him. “Is that what you’re most concerned with right now? Really?”

“Excuse me for asking, Princess!”

“It’s white,” Luke grumbles, pulling at his hospital gown bitterly. “I hate wearing white.”

“Should I be offended?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t even. You look great and you know it. I just feel like I never left.”

“Well,” she says gingerly. “I guess it’s a good thing you got sick of it. If we went around in matching outfits all the time, people might think we’re twins.”

He snorts. “Yeah, right.”

[pararararablof]

How about we decorate a gift for Obi?

How about we decorate you?

[aspenstarflare]

AU If Clone wars Anakin traveled into the future and met post season one rebels Ahsoka:

Anakin: [Poofs into existence mid air and falls flat on his face onto the ground]

Anakin: Ow, that hurt! [Lifts his head up] Obi-Wan? Whe- [See’s Ahsoka]

Ahsoka:

Anakin:

Ahsoka:

Anakin: Snips? Wow I must’ve hit my head really hard, you look old, and like really depressed. Like Obi-Wan when Cody drags him to the med bay.

Ahsoka: [Tears up but continues to silently stare]

Anakin: Uh, Snips?

Ahsoka: Shush, I’m waiting for the force vision part where you yell at me for failing you and leaving the order.

Anakin: Force vision? Snips you could never fail me- WAIT YOU WHAT?!

Ahsoka: Hm?

Anakin: How are you so calm??? My Ahsoka would be bouncing off the walls by now.

Ahsoka: I don’t feel anything. Too much has happened for a lifetime and I want to call quits. I’m for sure not your Ahsoka.

Anakin: Oh force. Where’s Obi-Wan?

Ahsoka: Probably Dead.

Anakin:

Anakin: What in the name of the force happened here?!

Ahsoka:

Ahsoka: . . .

Ahsoka: You.

Anakin:

Anakin: To be fair that actually checks out.

Ahsoka: If you’re not a force vision could I get a hug please? The last person I hugged was Rex before I died for the second time.

Anakin: Of course- Wait, WHAT?!

[padawansuggest]

Qui-Gon: *can feel someone staring at him, slowly turns over to look at the doorway*

Obi-Wan: *standing in the doorway covered in rain and looking like a sad cat* I missed the school bus.

Qui-Gon: …*tries to hand him the keys from his bedside table* Here.

Obi-Wan: I’m thirteen.

Qui-Gon: *knows damn well his kid can drive* There’s a booster seat in the back.

Obi-Wan: *deep sigh* Can I just stay home today? It seems sorta like a cursed day.

Qui-Gon: Sure. Go change out of those wet clothes and go back to bed.

Obi-Wan: You’re awesome, love you.

[fishnamedsushi]

New Fic! Single Dad Obi + Teacher Anakin

First chapter of my new fic is now up on AO3. Thank you to @veloursdor for beta'ing this chapter oh so many moon ago 😂

He swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. It was stupid, getting worked up over a man he'd never even met. A parent, for fuck's sake. He was supposed to be the professional here, the unflappable adult who had his shit together.

Get a grip, Skywalker. The guy's probably just another self-important yuppie with more money than sense.

Still, he couldn't quite quash the little bloom of excitement unfurling in his chest as the conversation moved on around him. An anticipation that only grew as the clock ticked inevitably closer to the start of curriculum night and his first real encounter with the illustrious Mr. Kryze-Kenobi.

The pretty boy and the DILF. Sounded like the setup for a bad porno.

[thestarwarslesbian]

TBB Bounty Hunter Au stuff

@starrrgazingbunny I got you some more father Owen content.

*People in the distance trying to fight Jaba the Hutt* Owen: What a bunch of idiots. Owen: *realises it's Obi-wan, Cody, Crosshair and Mayday* Owen: Sith spit. Those are my idiots. *Running towards them* Hey get back here.

[thejoxaren]

MORE OBI DAD STUFF! The twins!! I love them a lot! And it was fun to explore how Obi-wan adopting them would change their lives

[milkcioccolato]

How to baby, with Good Dad Mace Windu and Questionable Dad Qui-Gon Jinn.

Yes I am reading Master and Apprentice by Claudia Gray. Yes I’m only at the beginning. Yes Qui-Gon is trying, but he just doesn’t know what he’s doing, poor dude.

[number1villainstan]

star wars AU where like 6 months before the start of A New Hope vader finds out leia's his daughter

[cuddles-with-dragons]

Time travel AU?

Imagine this:

It's 12 years after the Clone Wars. You're Din Djarin, a relatively new member of the Bounty Hunters Guild. You were raised by deserters of Death Watch, a group calling themselves the Nite Owls. You pick up a job on Hoth.

You find a strange sword hilt of some sort. You pick it up, and all of a sudden you're surrounded by clone troopers and battle droids.

You've gone from 7BBY to 22BBY. The first year of the Clone Wars.

A blaster bolt flies right in front of your face, hitting a B2 droid that was about to attack you. It came from an angle that not even you can make. It's a tricky shot.

You look in the direction of the shot that was fired, and it came from a clone trooper -at least you think it's a clone trooper- with armor painted dark gray and red, a stark contrast to the white and gold of the others.

There's three other troopers wearing those colors.

Your training kicks in.

You take out at least two dozen droids. You're panting heavily and you realize that everyone's staring at you.

A bearded man wearing slightly familiar robes and holding some sort of laser sword approaches you.

"What in the blazes is a Mandalorian doing here?"

[miinah13]

Accidentally raising an early riser

[pararararablof]

Happy international cat day

Obi-Wan and Anakin finds their cats really loves each other

[stealingpotatoes]

Honestly Mace would have loved Luke and Leia with his whole heart.

yes!!! honestly he's like a grandparent (in the dynamic way, not age way) bc he was harsh on anakin but you KNOW he's much more caring for the twins, like how a grandparent is strict on their kid but gives their grandkid literally whatever. and anakin's like where was this for me

[to-proudly-go]

WIP SNIP

Thanks for the tag @spikybanana !!!

Also open tag for everyone if yall like 😘

Dad Vader/Anakin and slowburn Obikin LEZZGO (although it's really just a compilation of random ideas in a document rn 😩)

***

“Peace, little one,” Anakin whispers, and the near-forgotten notes of a lilting warm voice almost floats in the air, harmonizing with his own broken timber. “I am here."

His gloved thumb slides back and forth on Luke’s forehead, smoothing out the lines over bunched-up muscles.

“Nothing will hurt you here.”

As he comforts his son, in his mind unfolds long ago memories and sensations. The anxiety and fear in a place so unfamiliar and unknown, full of beings that distrusted him. The determination to stay near the singular Light that felt safe and welcoming, and the cold hard floor on his back as he dared to get as close as he could to the source of the warmth. His mind skirting on the edge of consciousness and feeling engulfed by gentle touches and reassurance. Then the surprise when he wakes up and is greeted by the sight of two blue eyes crinkling at the sides with the strength of their owner’s smile, and soft words to greet the day.

***

He will have time for guilt later. For now, Anakin hopes that he can give the precious bundle in his arms the same measure of love that he was also selflessly given that night - and many other nights after - so long ago.