#obiwan does (reluctantly)

[kana7o]

jolted awake bc i needed to draw rebel pilot anakin.

[anakinskywalkher]

Palpatine raises the twins and accidentally activates Anakin’s dadmodus - An alternative Star Wars plot.

@jasontoddiefor: Palpatine raises the twins & angst w/ Vader not knowing who the two are @dlegohargreeves: im gonna fuck shit up

written together on WhatsApp while listen to crack music.

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(Barbara) Palpatine has long before he declared himself emperor abandoned the ways of the Sith. He uses them to create utmost loyalty to himself but he will not abide to the rules of his predecessor, one Palpatine would’ve defeated had he been around at that time.  People, be they sith, jedi, or other are all moldable to whatever he wants them to be.

He tricks Padme with sugar and soothed spun words, manipulates Anakin with spice and presses on his rage ("the jedi forbid you from loving your mother thats why you couldnt save her. i would never")  -- Palpatine is aware of the long game, but he has eternity. He’s a god, no one will be able to withstand him.

What Anakin never realised was that he wasnt the actual chosen one, Palpatine had seen in his vision that Anakin's children were in fact the chosen ones, and so when confronted with the soft boy he molded him into this shell to avoid his vision from happening,.... and yet these damnable children are still born. Palpatine is terrified that he wasn’t the only one with the true vision and firmly believes that owning the twins would be the least risky choice. (like he owned anakin, who long ago posed a risk)

He hunts them down, -- while anakin/Vader is completely crippled by his mental breakdown about "murdering" Padme and his child. Palpatine smiles and lets him wallow, for what Vader doesnt know is that Palpatine the God poisoned padme once he found out about her pregnancy.

Palpatine finds them, born hours ago and already pulsing brightly with the power of the force. Obi-Wan puts up a fight but Palpatine strikes him. He gloats to Obi-wan, brags about killing Padme, about manipulating Anakin (”I have taken everything from you, and now I will take your life) and takes the children. He leaves Obi-wan to bleed out by his stomach wound a faraway galaxy          (Palpatine reasons that Obiwan deserves it for this is how he left Vader to die. )

And so Palpatine at the rise of his galactic empire ends up with a crippled sith boy (not a man no matter what anakin thought), and with two babies who are most powerful force users in history. (now were shifting to meta instead of story telling lmao)

Palpatine has a god complex, he doesnt actually believe he would ever die, such petty thing is only for the unfortunate. even if his body would succumb to age, his mind through the force would rule forever -- he is unstoppable. To rule however even a godlike emperor needs tools, and while Vader is to be his guarddog the twins he believe can be shaped and molded into his personal hands, amplify his reach across galaxies.

So to mold them into his tools, Palpatine believes in starving them for love, only ever receiving ounces of recognition and pride. always craving his acknowledgment -- and it works, the twins once old enough to have actual brains (according to palpatine) he removes their wetnurses and gives them teachers, makes their training cruel and harsh and make them compete for his gaze. And it works till a certain extent, but Palpatine’s god-complex makes him blind to things he deems unneccessary, And thus he misses how the mourning of Vader for his family, turns him into a guilt-ridden man who believes giving these children some form of attention and care as penance for his own misgivings. And thus without meaning to Vader gives the children the love Palpatine tries to deny them (accidentally shifting their loyalty on the long run)

Elias: Vader hates the kids at first, with them reminding him of everything he lost and could have had, but at the end of the day, after some aggressive introspection, he gets that they’re just kids and probably starts projecting a lot the longer he’s exposed to them -- Vader, guilty, sneaks them candy and gives them stuff that’s kinda useless (like books that are not about politics or war or economics and and and) and he doesn’t think it’s much but the two would kill a man for him and probably have done so. ((Palpatine tries to break apart the codependent twins, forcing them apart for weeks, but the Force, unlike anything is a tool in hands of desperate children with a bond so strong it connected their mind)) This is not healthy, Vader thought, recalling decade old lessons from the Jedi. The twins rarely spoke, never mind both at the same time. They’re asked for their opinions, echoes of the Emperor’s wishes, and only one of them replies. They always moved at the same time, terrifying weapons of perfect synchrony, constantly aware of the other’s presence. They were living at least half in each other’s mind, even when the Emperor depraved them of contact for weeks. They were clingy afterwards, holding each other’s hands and wrists until they bruised, but Vader knew their minds were never separated. Luke slammed their teacher’s (victim’s) head to the ground as Leia kicked away his feet. They didn’t need any call signs, or training in coordination, one moved and the other followed. During battles, the twins’ dependence was a huge advantage. “Again,” Vader called out and the two of them fell back into the first Kata, the bleeding teacher still lying on the ground.

Barbara: However once the twins are older they need to learn through missions, so Vader has to take them along for missions  (once Palpatine believes they wont connect with Vader) - it starts normal but Vader slowly starts to make the missions longer, gives the kids downtime, lets them free and just engages small talk with them, he can’t face himself if he doesn't let them be actual children. But the twins are suspicious believing theres a catch but Leia, the master mind realises that theres none and so they accept reluctantly, and slowly but surely they learn how to be children under Vader’s tutelage. It takes time and dulling a sharpened blade, but the moment, that first time when the twins laugh and seem actually happy, its that moment that Vader decides, he has to become Anakin again, because these children are his second chance - And so he starts planning.

(insert a bit of crack:

Elias: Firmus: Lord Vader, are we to expect you and the Operatives back tomorrow? Vader: we haven’t finished the mission yet -Leia and Luke like 12 or so, in the background yelling in excitement bc idk they got a game, neither are in uniform- Firmus: Of course )

Barbara: Anakin: "i made sand castles when I was young" Leia: “that structure seems awfully unstable for a house”

But ever since Vader mentions the sand castle, the usually more mature one Leia clings to the idea and while he wishes he could show her, but his suit and wounds cant handle the sand. And when he explains Luke goes " well lets get u a proper suit then" and vader goes " im a moron" (leia in the back: yes duh) So Anakin looks into the treatment he’s still receiving to see if he can make it so that his breathing machine could withstand the sand and realises that Palpatine is actually keeping his body weak, he has no need of the breathing machine because its that actual machine thats poisoning his lungs. So of course Vader does a lowrisk experiment and turns off the machine and he can actually breath fresh air in 12 years (the rage controlling Anakin is one different than those before, for it is ice in his veins instead of fire. And it makes him tactical instead of foolish for once). Soon after that Vader catches some rebel transmission and ��finds out that Obi-wan is alive and looking for the twins and its that moment that Anakin 'kills' Vader, believing that Obi-wan can save the twins in a way he can't.

Anakin takes the kids to fight the rebels on Palpatines order but he seizes the chance and instead he shows them his face without the mask (lets ignore the idea that hed be bald bc i hate the uglification of ani) and Leia goes: You look an awful lot like luke Anakin who hasnt actually seen his own image for 12 years, realises that luke is a spitting image of himself as a child, and leia who is glaring at him, he realises, is a carbon copy of Padme. BUT anakin thinks hes projecting and doesnt follow up with it.

Instead he asks them (and for leia this will always be the most important part), he asks them if they wish to stay with Palpatine and do his bidding or to dissapear with him -- and well the choice is easy right, Luke&Leia don’t actually like Palpatine, because despite everything, the force made them sensitive and they feel so much (the despair of the people, the sadness of Vader, the greed of Palpatine)

So they leave for Tattooine, the one place where Palpatine would never look because he never found out that Anakin realised his suit was a boobytrap. The wanted pictures of the twins (both bald shaven and in uniform) nor the one of Anakin (known as Vader, with the helmet)  soon dont match the long haired white dress wearing twins and the blond haired bronzed man.

and so Anakin and the twins go into hiding, but guess whose on Tatooine? Thats right -- ObiWan

[inkognito97]

In the daybreaker au can we have satine finally seduce obiwan to her side with his first generation blood in her fianally kicking in allowing her to be as strong as him.

Obi-Wan looked at his chosen mate in sympathy. He himself had no idea how it had all happened, but somehow, the dashing blonde had wiggled her way inside his old heart. He would not have thought it possible. A small huff escaped Obi-Wan. His father would be so proud…

Another pained groan escaped the female vampire. She had turned on her side and curled into a tight ball on the soft mattress. Her arms were protectively wrapped around her stomach and she was gasping for breath. Obi-Wan knew that the turning would be unpleasant, but he would never have believed it would turn out to be so bad.

“Sshh,” he tried to get the female’s attention, who whimpered at his soft touch. “I am here, my love.”

Pained blue eyes fluttered open, they were bloodshot and immediately fixed on him. “Obi-Wan,” a trembling hand reached out and the ginger haired male did not need to be told twice. Discarding his plans for the day, Obi-Wan stood up and wandered to the other side of the bed, before lifting the covers and getting behind his mate. He snuggled close up to her, his chest against her back and he desperately hoped that his closeness and natural coolness, would be a comfort to her, at least a little bit.

A blissful sigh escaped Satine and she moved until she was chest to chest with the handsome male before her. His blue-green eyes were beautiful in the dim moonlight, letting them appear almost more silver than actual blue and green. Satine had never before seen such eyes, eyes that would turn color according to their owner’s mood.

“Obi,” she whispered against him, maneuvering until her face rested against his bared neck. The older vampire gave no sight to move away and it left a warm feeling in her chest behind. “Will you stay?”

“Of course I will stay. I am responsible for your turning after all and I while make sure to see you through it,” he said in a calm voice. Even his features revealed nothing of his true feelings. 

Satine clenched her hands into fists. This was not what she had meant. Was he truly this dense or was he avoiding the real meaning of her question on purpose. The blonde desperately hoped it wasn’t the latter.

“No, will you stay… with me,” she tilted her head up, her lips connecting with his and moving slowly and full of passion against her lover’s, “forever?”

Obi-Wan was more than surprised at her statement. He would not have expected such boldness from his intended mate, even since she had discovered that he was a first generation vampire, she had become shy. This bravery was unexpected therefore, but certainly not unwanted.

“Until the sun does us apart,” he vowed. It was an old vampire saying, which had lost its meaning over the years. First generation vampires were more or less resistent to sunshine anyway, but there were enough bloodsuckers out there, who weren’t.

A smile graced the female’s lips and she was finally able to close her eyes and relax. Satine greatly suspected that he sweet and attentive lover had something to do with it.

“Drink, my little leech, and then you can go to sleep,” the accented voice brought her out of her dreamy state. Reluctantly, Satine came back from the edge of sleep, just enough to allow her fangs to appear and to ram them into the soft and freckled skin of his throat.

Obi-Wan did not even flinch. He patiently waited until he had deemed it enough and then encouraged the woman next to him to let go again. It was a small struggle, Satine was half asleep and it took a moment for her brain to realize what was going on, so the ginger haired vampire did not blame her for it. Instead, he protectively wrapped his arms around his beloved and made sure she landed in the land of dreams. 

He allowed a toothy smile to appear on his bearded features. Who would have thought that he truly found his one. His mother had been right after all. The grin got bigger. Obi-Wan could not wait for his parents to finally meet his soon to be betrothed. Of course he needed to ask her first and before he could do that, she needed to recover, but when there was something that they got, it was time… Forever was quite a long time after all…

[i-aim-to-overanalyze]

Vows

So, I’ve been seeing an AU called Scandalore started by @forcearama play out on my dashboard all day long and I must say, I LOVE EVERY SINGLE MINUTE OF IT. I love Obitine and so I love this AU to bits. Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been wondering things such as, how much does Korkie knows? Not to mention the implications of Anakin meeting Satine at an earlier age. Did he constantly tease Obiwan about her? Or what about the Mandalore arc in this AU? Perhaps not only was Satine frustrated with the clone wars but the fact her HUSBAND was participating in it, making the fight between the two much more of a big deal. But did I write about any of the above? NOPE. Here, have 1.4k of how these two ended up secretly wed in the first place.

When Satine starts throwing up in the morning, she dismisses it as her illness of the month. Satine has never been the peak of Mandalorian health. Her immune system has always taken harder hits than most, and it is one of the many reasons her opponents have used against her ascend to leader of the houses.

But it goes longer than it should, and when she is finally persuaded to see a medical droid, it appears to be something far more drastic.

“You are pregnant.” The droid announced stoically.

“Pregnant?” Satine’s heart starts beating wildly.

The medical droid starts rattling on about the medical definition of being pregnant but the duchess tunes him out. She can’t be pregnant. Not right now. She has just reached a tentative peace among all of Mandalore–she knows there is still pockets of groups who are waiting for any first sign of weakness. A child with a Jedi father would cause a massive scandal. Many willingly overlooked her Jedi protectors, but none would be willing to overlook the fact she conceived a child with one of them. Mandalore’s hatred for Jedi still ran strong in some houses.

She knows what she must do. She must sacrifice the child for the sake of peace. She knows this, and yet her mind can’t help traveling back to Obiwan. She remembers the time he played with some children in a village they spent a few days in. How his eyes gleamed as he patiently answered each one of their numerous questions. He would be a great father, she knows it.

She thinks long and hard about the issue, before coming to a conclusion.

Drawing a deep breath, she wipes the medical droid’s memory before dismissing it from the room. She then reaches for her comm and clicks on the senior padawan’s contact.

“Sa-satine?” He asks, a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected her to contact him after the dust had settled and she retained her status as rightful Duchess of Mandalore.

She seemed adamant in the two ceasing contact with one another. It was perhaps for the best, as painful as it was for him. She was a duchess and he a Jedi. Both had duties to uphold, and had no time for attachments to distract them from their goals.

“Satine, are you alright?” He questions after she doesn’t respond the first time.

On the outside, she looked relatively fine. No one except her closest confidants would notice her that her hairpiece was slightly crooked and the vacant stare in her eyes.

“Obiwan, how I wish you were by my side,” Her voice cracked, but she continued on, “Something unexpected has come up, and I am unsure how to proceed.”

“What is it?” He asked, growing increasingly worried, “Are you being threatened again? I’m sure the Republic wouldn’t mind–”

“It’s not like that,” She interrupts, shaking her head, “It’s a completely different it’s–I’m pregnant, Obiwan.”

Oh. OH.

“with my child?” He asks weakly, collapsing onto his chair in a startled heap.

“Of course, your child, Obiwan Kenobi,” She says in a scandalized tone, but she smiles gently despite it.

His emotions are set ablaze and he does his best to calm himself. He can sense Qui Gon’s confusion across their training bond and attempts to briefly reassure him before turning his attention upon Satine once more.

“What do you plan to do?” He asks softly.

“I can’t have a child,” Satine confesses, “I shouldn’t. It’s something that my opponents would use against me–”

“I understand.” He quickly says, lowering his head, “Jedi are pledged to protect all lives, no matter how small. But I understand if–”

“You don’t understand,” She cuts in, “I shouldn’t have a child and yet–I cannot bring myself to terminate my pregnancy in order to buy peace. I cannot. I will hide my pregnancy from public’s eyes if I must. But Obiwan…”

Her voice halts sharply as she lets her guard down for a moment and gazes at him. She is sharp and strict and fierce but she is so much more than that. She is kind and patient and selfless. Obiwan doesn’t know a lot about mothers, but he senses she would make a fine one.

“I understand you are a Jedi, that your duties lie elsewhere. I respect whatever decision you make,” Her eyes fall away from his face, unwilling to make eye contact, “I–I don’t know quite know how to say it but I have loved you from the moment you came to my aid a year ago on Kalevala.”

“Satine,” He reaches out, wishing desperately to caress her cheek, “You–you know I feel the same. Had you asked me earlier to leave the Jedi Order, I would have right and then there.”

A smile emerges onto her face as something runs down her cheek. A tear, he realizes. “Do you still feel the same?” She asks.

“I do.” He bows her head, “I hope you would still have me, Duchess.” He takes her relieved laughter as a sign of acceptance.

He doesn’t resign from the Jedi Order right then and there, as promised. Tensions in Mandalore are still running high and he reluctantly agrees with Satine to wait a little longer until it cools down. Still the two are secretly wedded. It is a very private wedding, held within the House of Kyrze.

Jedi, of course, don’t have any wedding traditions so they follow the traditions of the Mandalores. She explains that their wedding is not unusual by normal Mandalore standards. Weddings are often simple functions attended by only the Houses of the two parties involved. It is only in ruling houses such as Kyrze that weddings tend to be more extravagant.

“It is…not uncommon for two ruling houses to arrange a marriage to keep the peace between them.” She explains, “My parents were an arranged marriage.”

Qui Gon never questions Obiwan when he returns to the Temple late from a solo mission. He wonders if his master knows, but if he does, he keeps silent on the matter. Qui Gon had given him the usual lecture of attachments when he noticed him growing close with Satine but had otherwise kept his mouth shut.

He slowly works up the courage to tell Qui Gon, but by the time he’s ready, it’s already too late.

He calls Satine, late in the night, after he safely made sure Anakin is tucked into bed. The two are given private quarters in the Theed palace and he is currently hiding in the room’s closet. His eyes are bloodshot and his hair disheveled as he tries to slow his breathing.

The hologram flickers, as Satine comes into view. She’s dressed in one of her court outfits, which meant he probably disrupted a meeting of some sort.

“Hello Satine,” He smiles weakly, “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

“Obiwan, what’s happened?” She asks, her eyes seized with worry.

At the sound of her voice, he breaks down crying and it takes him a moment to regain his composure enough to tell her. He tells her everything, from the start of the crisis, to hiding out in Tatooine and to facing the sith lord on Naboo.

“I–I made a promise to him before he died,” Obiwan’s voice trembled, “That I would train the boy–Anakin. The Council is inducting him into the Order and is willing to let me train him, Satine.”

Obiwan’s eyes skirts around her gaze as he whispers quietly, “I understand Satine, if you wish to dissolve our union.”

He almost wants her to. She doesn’t deserve to keep their marriage secret for whatever amount of years it takes to train Anakin up. It has only been one year, and yet he can see the strain the secrecy places on their marriage. Rarely can they see one another face to face, let alone comm each other.

Obiwan is stretched thin between his alliances and one will collapse sooner than later.

“Obiwan, look at me,” Satine asks–no–demands and he looks up to her regal features.

Even with the blueish hue of the holo, her beauty shines through.

“On Mandalore, we treat vows with the utmost respect,” She says sternly, “If you made a vow to your master, Obi, then I will not stand in your way. But know you still have a vow to me, and I am waiting for you to fulfill it one day.”

[inkognito97]

Sith emperor Quigon and empress tahl trying to make sure their apprentice/son obiwan settles down with a nice woman who can make sure he doesn't do stupid dangerous things and they try to push Satine with obiwan.

“He needs someone like me,” Tahl Jinn stated and there was no room for argument in her voice. Her point had been made, her opinion was given and she would refuse to listen to anybody, who was against it.

Luckily, Qui-Gon more or less agreed. “Yes dear one, but PLEASE, would you sit down?” He hated it, when her frantic pacing disturbed the Living Force and therefore his peace.

Reluctantly the Noorian lowered herself onto the couch next to her husband, who draped an arm over her in an attempt to still her movements. She was literally vibrating under his touch.

“What qualities does she need?” she sounded genuinely interested and somehow the long haired Sith knew that he would not get any work done this evening.

He barely suppressed a sigh and put away the datapad he was holding. “He needs someone, who can keep up with him,” he offered.

Tahl nodded. “Our son needs someone, who can keep him settled, someone who can entertain him, but also tell him what to do in certain times.”

“Someone stubborn, just like him,” he added.

“Yes, but she should be handsome too, I do not want to have ugly grandchildren.”

Qui-Gon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Beloved, as long as he is happy and she fulfills all the other criteria,” he had quickly added the last part, “she can be a Hutt for all I care.”

A disgusted look appeared on the female’s features and Qui-Gon could have sworn that her dark skin turned slightly green. “You cannot be serious?!” she was beyond scandalized.

“I admit that this was a drastic example,” he cleared his throat. In all honesty, he did not want to have a Hutt in the family either. “My point is that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.”

“I am glad that he has a good taste then,” Tahl mumbled and the Sith Lord could only nod in agreement.

A few minutes the living room was silent. The only sounds came from the ticking clock - a gift that Obi-Wan had bought them after his latest mission - and the sound of breathing. 

Then Tahl opened her mouth again, just as Qui-Gon was about to call the datapad back to his hand with the aid of the Force. “So… who would be a suitable candidate?”

Midnight blue eyes closed in annoyance and he sent a silent prayer to the Force. “I don’t know beloved.”

She made a humming sound. “Certainly not Assajj, the two would kill each other before the day is over.”

“You mean that Obi-Wan will kill Assajj,” his son would most certainly NOT be beaten and killed by that lowly Sith assassin. He had not spent about twenty years fostering, training and feeding his ginger haired brat so that he was not even able to kill the bald woman that Dooku called his apprentice. 

“What about Padme? The two know and like each other, don’t they?”

“She is too young,” reminded the long haired Sith his wife.

“True, well how about…” she could not offer a third option, for just in this moment, Obi-Wan’s Force presence greeted his parents’. A moment later, the door to their home was opened.

“He is not alone,” whispered Qui-Gon.

“Mom? Dad?” called an accented voice. Tahl had been adamant about her son’s cute accent and she had not allowed Qui-Gon OR Dooku to train it out of him.

“In the living room,” called the bearded male right back. 

Shuffling could be heard from the hallway and a moment later, a certain ginger haired Sith appeared and behind him - holding tightly onto his right hand - stood a blonde female.

“Mom, Dad, this is Satine Kryze, duchess from Mandalore,” he started to introduce. “Satine, these are my parents.”

“It is an honor Mister Jinn and Misses Jinn,” she made a small curtsy and Tahl was obviously impressed.

“Duchess,” Qui-Gon had stood up and bowed lowly, Tahl was following half a second too late. Satine did not seem too bothered by it.

“Please, just call me Satine,” said the blonde. Obi-Wan smiled reassuringly at her and she took comfort from it.

“Only when you call me Qui-Gon.”

“And me Tahl.”

“It would be my pleasure,” she smiled warmly at the older female.

Tahl let her gold-green eyes roam over the blonde and she could feel Qui-Gon doing the same with the Living Force. The way she stood close to Obi-Wan and the way the ginger haired male told the two adults that they knew each other for a longer period of time. Most likely longer than Obi-Wan would ever admit.

“Why don’t we sit down, I can make tea,” offer the long haired Sith.

“Oh,” the guest spoke up, “I would LOVE to, but I am afraid that I only came to briefly introduce myself.”

“Satine had to return to Mandalore, for a diplomatic mission. I will accompany there.” Obi-Wan added. 

For the briefest of seconds the air around the young Sith changed and his eyes became warning and he DARED his parents to ruin THIS one, like they had done with previous relationships they had disapproved of.

“It was a pleasure making your acquaintance Satine,” again Qui-Gon bowed his head. This was already way too formal for his liking and he hoped that their future meetings would be more relaxed.

When the two young people had left again, Qui-Gon fell back onto the couch. He chuckled. “I can still feel her fierce and strong and stubborn spirit, our son will certainly have his hands full with her.”

Tahl hummed in agreement and settled on her husband’s lap, cuddling close to his chest. “I approve, she can hold him on a tight leash, I am sure of it.”

“And she DOES look good.”

The female Sith chuckled. “You are aware that we have to interfere.”

Midnight blue eyes widened. “Yes, otherwise we will NEVER have grandchildren.”

The two dark side users shared a merry laugh, the female of them was already thinking about possible ways to make sure that Satine Kryze would stay. But before that, she would have to make a background check on the duchess, just to be sure. 

“You are aware that he intended for it to look as a sign of rebellion.”

“Of course I did, I am not blind,” she huffed amused, “It is real this time, not just something to kill time.”

“No,” he hesitated, “they remind me of us.”

The Noorian nodded, “Well… then they have a merry and bright future ahead of them.” And what else could Qui-Gon say to that?”