#only child energy anakin

[gffa]

Osha's backstory episode of The Acolyte fits perfectly with a headcanon I've had forever about Force-sensitive children in the galaxy--that some children feel called to the Jedi and some do not, and that the Jedi look out for this. We see that destiny exists in the Star Wars universe, the Force calls to people to walk certain paths, but that it's still up to them to decide, you still have to make your own choices. (See: Everything about Anakin Skywalker and how the Jedi never brought that up around him, it was always about personal choice and agency. Yes, he was the Chosen One, but he had to choose his path.) From the moment we first meet her, child Osha didn't want to be a witch, she wanted to see more of the galaxy beyond Brendok, she was immediately entranced by the Jedi when they showed up during the ceremony, like a magnet pulling her to them, that she was drawing the Jedi Order symbol long before they ever got there. It wasn't just a sudden way to get out of there, she was feeling this pull towards them long before she ever even met a Jedi. She's the one who first slips out to meet Sol during the ceremony despite being told to hide, she's the one who goes over to talk to Kelnacca before the test, she's the one who fights against her entire family to say she wants this. She's the one who wants this even before she knows there will be other children like her with the Jedi. We don't see the Jedi giving Mae that same nudge, because the Jedi path wasn't meant for her, she didn't want it, and I love that both here and in The Phantom Menace, the Jedi make sure that this is what the child wants, too, that both prequels and High Republic Jedi are shown to take such care, that it's done with the parents' permission, but also getting a sense of what the Force is or isn't calling this person to do and whether they accept it. But Sol gently pushes Osha, not to tell them what they want to hear, but to tell the truth, do you want this? Do you feel like this is right for you? Just as Qui-Gon made sure Anakin knew being a Jedi was a hard choice, the Jedi want you to be sure, want you to feel called to this, because the Force exists, a mysterious destiny exists in this galaxy. It's still your choice, you have to have agency over your choices, it's not just, "What does the Force want?" but instead Sol asking, "What do you want, Osha?" The narrative is careful to point out Sol telling her about his own testing, that he knew he was different from his family, that he was scared at first, but it was clearly his choice. "But you must have the courage to say what you want." The Force called her here, the Force is something that exists within Star Wars and has a will of its own, and some people are not called to this particular path, I don't think Mae was ever meant to be a Jedi, she never wanted it, she never felt that pull. But Osha, like so many other Force-sensitive children tapping into this giant mystical energy field that has a destiny for you if you want it, they are pulled to it and the Jedi take such care with that. Some are meant to walk the Jedi path and some are not, that's something only each individual can figure out for themselves, and the Jedi do their best to honor both the Force's calling and the person's own choices. And if a child resists and pulls away, they let them go, it wasn't right, it wasn't meant for them. But when a young Force-sensitive is practically vibrating in place with how badly they clearly feel this is meant for them, that's something that exists as a thing that really does happen with the Force.

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Clone wars headcanons about everything and nothing

Ahsoka has a decent amount of allergies but only a handful are actually life-threatening and no matter how much she tells Anakin that it never stops him from treating them all the same

And by treating them all the same I mean he’s slapped some snacks out of her hands because he knew she was slightly allergic to it

In his defense the clones are really bad at keeping track of her allergies and because of that they have fed her a couple of things that were lethal to her and ever since then Anakin’s never really trusted them with food

Also in his defense Ahsoka once ate something she was highly allergic to on a dare (the poor clone didn’t know she was allergic) and all she did to remedy the situation was hand said poor clone her EpiPen before passing out

Unfortunately the clone didn’t know how to use the EpiPen so Ahsoka ended up passing out and Anakin and Rex had to rush her off to the med bay because they didn’t know how to use the EpiPen either 

Because of this incident the clones weren’t allowed to give Ahsoka food and there were a couple of signs that said “blue to the sky orange to the thigh” around the ship

I feel like everyone in Clone Wars is simultaneously touch-starved and tactile which is a very fun mix especially when I think about Ahsoka and everyone else because I like to think whenever Ahsoka asks for a hug 9.5/10 she gets one 

Master Plo is the most used to this cause Ahsoka’s been like this since she was a child and he’ll admit he’s spoiled her with hugs 

If you were to ask her what his hugs feel like she would say they feel like childhood or that feeling you get when you smell something that you could only find in your home when you were a kid

Obi-Wan is an interesting can of worms because he’s as tactile and touch-starved as the rest of them but he’s also incredibly touch-adverse which results in him declining hugs 5/10 because he just can't fathom touching someone in that moment

But when he does give Ahsoka a hug she’ll say there’s nothing like it and she would often describe it as a breath of fresh air and very soothing on stressful days 

Rex is most likely it give Ahsoka a hug bro is simply the hugger™ and she would describe his hugs as comforting if not a little awkward but grounding none the less kind of like hugging a weighted blanket just out of the drier 

She doesn’t get to see Padme nearly as often as she would like which means she tries to get a hug whenever she can and Padme will never decline her hugs if anything she initiates most of them

Ahsoka doesn’t remember her mom or her hugs well but if she had to give an example of what a hug from her mom felt like she would say Padme’s 

Anakin honestly isn’t comfortable with touching people he doesn’t know well but when he does feel comfortable with someone he’s clingy 

Ahsoka will never admit this half cause it’s embarrassing and half because she fears it would hurt the other’s feelings but Anakin’s hugs are easily her favorite something about the all-encompassing hug makes her feel safe and secure like nothing else 

But the funny thing is that sometimes he doesn’t really have the energy to hug Ahsoka so he’ll just put all of his dead weight on her which usually results in one of two reactions from her 

one. Is usually her saying ���Hug me like you love me” or something along those lines to which he will squeeze the everloving force out of her or two. “Hug me like a normal person” which usually gets the smartass response of “Who said I was a normal person”

So it’s pretty obvious that Anakin and Ahsoka have their bigger competitions but they’ve also got little ones like who can make the funnier face when Obi-Wan is trying to do his work which normally ends with the duo hunched over laughing and Obi-Wan finding another place to work 

The: “Who can accurately make the noises Obi-Wan makes while stretching” challenge which just usually results in the clones worriedly checking in on them cause it sounds like they’re in pain

The: “Who can eat more ice cream” challenge always ends with Anakin regretting his life choices and Ahsoka doing the dishes because she feels bad 

Long story short they’ve got a lot of challenges cause they’re competitive little weirdos but the funniest part is they rarely keep score of who the winner is so they’re in an endless cycle of useless competitions 

Obi-Wan has slowly collected mugs for everyone he’s close with and they have a nice little home in his otherwise empty mug cupboard 

Anakin and Padme have matching from Naboo because Obi-Wan took them shopping when they were pretty young 

Padme can’t drink tea with them as often as she would like but when she can schedule a small tea break Anakin makes sure to smuggle all their mugs out of Obi-Wan’s kitchen

Ahsoka’s mug is possibly one of Obi-Wan's favorites it’s a good size and practical but’s also got nice intricate color-changing details because they both thought it looked cool

Cody and Obi-Wan’s mugs are pretty similar but their main difference is the childlike handwriting on the bottom of one that says “to: Obi from: Ani”

Rex doesn’t get a mug until later and it’s the most unconventional and inconvenient mug in all of creation the poor dude has to hold it from the sides because his hands don’t fit in the handle

And its design pisses Obi-Wan off every time he sees it the only thing that’s stopping him from smashing it into hundreds of little pieces is that Rex picked it so in the cupboard it stays 

Sometimes the group forgets that Ahsoka isn’t human which leads to very funny circumstances 

Like Rex losing a decent amount of credits trying to call Ahsoka’s “bluff” of being able to bench twice his weight 

Or at the fact that Obi-Wan was once hiding from Ahsoka and Anakin because he didn’t want the duo to see the extent of his injuries from a solo mission 

But he forgot that Ahsoka could smell and hear better than the average being so she was able to track him down pretty fast (she was also freaked out cause she could hear his erratic heartbeat and smell the blood so that wasn’t a pleasant experience for her) 

Or the number of times when she’s eaten an unholy amount of food just for Anakin to wake up at 3 am to find her scavenging for more cause she’s still hungry 

And let me tell you seeing some small hunched-over little creature with reflective eyes at that time of night would make even the chosen one screech like a banshee

[evilminji]

I Am? Still? Thinking?? Of My Hive Mind Crechelings Au? (Prev <-)

The Creepy Crechelings? My Fuuuuckin POSSESSED Lil Babies (absolutely affectionate and full of love)?

I CAN'T STOP, man. It's the SOFTEST and WARMEST Epilog? Just... fuck, I wanna cry. It's SO FULL OF LIGHT? So content and happy and "then... our Hero gets to REST. No more struggle. No more pain. Just golden sweetness and simple days."???

The Tragedy Of Darth Vader WAS, ultimately, utterly and completely, because Anakin Skywalker was a GOOD MAN.

Because the Dark took something GOOD and twisted it. Made it MONSTROUS. Killing his soul with ten thousand cuts of doubt and fear. Anger, arrogance, and unwarranted pride. He had COMPASSION. So much love in him he could barely stand to BREATHE.

The world BURNED for how great his Empathy, made the weight of all the universe's suffering, upon his shoulders.

He was GOOD. Could STILL be good. And? The Force DOES work in mysterious ways. It just needs... an in. Someone, ANYONE, to ask the right question. At ANY point. Because it CAN NOT push upon them the answers. Fix for them all life's woes. The Force is not a God... it simple IS. And though it wishes to help, loves them dearly, it can only OFFER what is ASKED for.

And, yes, there are loopholes. Visions and gifts it might give. Technicalities it might work off of. That gut feeling? Well... your INSTINCTS want you to survive. Surely THEY are asking? Are they not? "How do we survive?" They ask. Endlessly. So the Force may answer.

And SURELY, The Force knows, the you of 20 seconds from now, would ASK them to warn you not to eat that fruit. It is poison. That is definitely in line with what you would ask! It can see it. Because Time is simultaneous to the Force. Why, it can even use this to justify, too itself, the Visions! SOMEONE is asking! It can even tell you whom! And when!

It WON'T.

But it COULD.

Yet! Let us focus! Anikin Skywalker!

Do YOU remember how he was born? Oh, sure, we are all PASSINGLY familiar. Born to Shmi Skywalker. "No Father". Etc etc? BUT!!! Details MATTER! And in science? In HEALTH? "Spontaneous Baby" is NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

How. What, SPECIFICALLY, made UP the spontaneous baby? From WHERE? Was it air? Energy? A clone? A hypothetical child of Shmi and some long dead individual she could not possibly have met?

These are important questions! Specifically, important to understand WHAT ANIKIN'S SPECIES IS. Cause "humanoid" is NOT a species! A race! Stewjoni and Naboolians are subtly different! Yes, both human variants. But that's the THING, isn't it?

They. Are. VARIANTS.

As in DIFFERENT. Divergent from one another. Perhaps not A LOT, but enough that their unique medical needs might be significant! Different environmental strains, different diets, different evolutionary paths for thousands of years. In SOME cases? They might no longer be COMPATIBLE anymore! Or barely! A tiger and a cat are both feline, but you'd be blind to mistake them as the same thing.

Then we have Anikin.

Who is haaaaalf??? What exactly?

Well, "The Force" according to research. By means of Sith meddling. But! And for the purpose of this ramble??

He is birth was "a work of the midi-chlorians".

.......let that sink in for a second. The Force channeling, HIVE MINDED, symbiotic micro organisms inside Shmi? Were instructed or guided to? Just take energy? Food and DNA. And... 3D print a baby into existence. They did, obviously, it was easy. But CONSIDER WHAT THAT MEANS.

It MEANS?

Anikin is HALF MIDI-CHLORIAN.

(At least in this AU.)

It's WHY he is so, SO fuckin desperate to connect. So ungodly powerful. So destabilized by not having "attachments". His brain is structured by organisms and half IS, of a sort, the sort of organism that REQUIRES an interconnected system. To offload the massive amount of sensory input the Force gives him. To regulate Big Emotions. To form councils and crunch through problems.

To get those good, good Soul Hugs.

Anikin? Not doing so hot. He's been SURROUNDED by what FEELS like a hive? But they keep EXCLUDING him and he doesn't have the words to explain why that upset him. Why he wants to crawl inside their brains an just... just hang. Not touch anything! Just... just nap! Maybe get a hug? P... Please?

Why does EVERYONE HATE HIM?!

But they don't. They just have different boundaries. Are NOT Hive Minds. THEIR Midi-chlorians? Are not at such a high concentration that it affects their thought patterns.

Unlike? The Creepy Crechelings.

Who absolutely doooooo. THEY are still in the We/Us phase. Boundaries? What Boundaries? We're crawling through each other's brains and on the ceiling! Full of light, love, and horrifying prophecy! Eating sand! Many thoughts, head full! We can taste TIME!!! :D

And it takes a SPECIAL breed of Creche Master with VERY strong shields to interact with them. Mind tricks are both accidental and daily. Poker face of kindness is a must. Good emotional regulation. So when one sees Anikin losing his shit again?

They sigh. Put down their muffin. And go deal with it.

Probably not even awake.

They just feel *Overwhelming Power* and hear upset noises and go "Ah, starting early, today is." Then wander over. And effortlessly defuse the situation. Flop their Force presence on Anikin like a weighted blanket. It would be UNSPEAKABLY rude and invasive to most anyone else? But Obi-Wan just...? Watchs his ex-padawan go BONELESS against this Crech Master he's never met? Like :O

T-teach me. Please, for the love of the Force, teach me to do that.

Next thing you know? They are talking, Obi-Wan getting a crash course in Super Powerful Younglings™ that honestly he should have gotten YEARS ago, but was run too ragged to. And Anikin? Blissed out, high as a kite, at the bottom of a Youngling pile. Mmmmm, lumpy pillow. We gonna sit and sleep and climb all over you, Master Skywalker.

*adoring, emotionally gooey voice* Okay.

He volunteers. Fuck it, he practically LIVES out of that Creche. Padme! Padme, we're adopting. He wants to be a stay at home dad. Build droids. Everything is Beautiful and nothing hurts. *war is still happening* ah. Shit. Right. THAT™.

Okay! New plan. AFTER the war. He has discovered his calling. Is suddenly bonding with Jedi he's never even talked to before. Is that Plo Koon? Plo! PLO! Hey, thanks for lending me that youngling development module! You got any others you recommend?

Him and Obi-Wan? Suddenly getting along better then they have in YEARS. His Master seems genuinely THRILLED he has a clear goal he's working towards and is supporting him ten thousand percent. Openly bragging. Consulting with him. AND? Is so much more OPEN! That Creche Master really helped him Understand how Anikin's brain works!

Which? Leads to Anikin getting healthier. More and more stable. The babies fuckin sneaking aboard. His Men LOSING THEIR SHIT because WHY ARE THERE TUBIES, SIR?! Babies! Infants! Smol, itty bitty, BABY CHILDS!!!???

And? On one hand? He has never felt so clear head and stable as when they are with him. Interconnected. US and WE and THE HIVE. The Force is With Us and We are The Force.

Buuuuuut on the OTHER hand? He is an adult. He CAN seperate what HE wants from what is good for his lil baby friends. This isn't safe. They could get HURT. Die! It... honestly? It makes him think about his mom a lot. He thinks he finally GETS it. Hates that he does. Is in AWE of how strong she was. Hopes he can take the lessons she taught him and live up to them.

Because it's not about what HE wants. It's about what's best for these kids.

They have to go back.

.....except the man he THOUGHT was his friend? THOUGHT was a GOOD MAN? Won't let them LEAVE THE FRONT LINES. Won't even authorize an emergency shuttle. There are vulnerable children. On the FRONT LINES. And Shee-...no. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, won't let them GET THEM TO SAFETY?

Is THIS what over a decade of friendship means to this man? Is THIS what his "sympathies" are truely WORTH? Empty words and no action? Saying what you want to hear then sitting in his fancy office while CHILDREN are shot at?

Anikin wants to put his fist through a durasteel WALL.

Through some careful maneuvering, some Ships on the way back are are able to pick up the VERY In Trouble kiddos. It'll be about five ship hops. But they'll get there. And in the mean time? The entire GAR now knows where the Chancellor's priorities lay.

But? What to do, what to do? The kiddos are GONE! Anikin's head is gonna start getting crowded. Fuzzy. Crushed up and too small! He literally, physically, NEEDS people. For his mental and ultimately physical health!

"Well... you DID say Midi-chlorians are in every living thing, didn't you? It's just that most Sentients don't have enough to reach the threshold of Force Sensitive. Right?" Says Anikin's medic.

Anikin raises a finger. Opens his mouth to respond.

Considers this genuinely.

Puts DOWN his finger and closes his mouth. Nods. Yes. Yes, they DO. Why? Where exactly are you going with this? Medic taps a message to the GAR in ship message board. Please. You know EXACTLY where he's going with this.

Yeah.

Yeah, Anikin does.

And the Vode? Gotta admit. Having their General curled up like a comm system in the back of their brains? Kiiiiinda weird at first. But he's not? Actually? Touching anything? It's kinda like having someone follow you around, hanging off your shoulders in a hug. Because they feel needy and desperately need the contact. Little awkward? Yeah.

But we move on.

And the General respects boundaries. Politely pulls back and out/away when they want "personal" time. Something he had practice doing cause he's in a relationship. And there are Thoughts and Feelings you DO NOT want to share with younglings. It apparently helped him learn to shield. Quickly. Very, VERY quickly.

They only laugh at him a little bit.

He imagines throwing pillow blocks at them.

But THEN? One of them gets a head wound. Nothing to terrible. But bad enough that the midi-chlorians flow up to the area, to help speed up and properly regulate the healing. Because their's have become more active. Not STRONGER mind you. Just... more ACTIVE.

And they can fucking FEEL their General mentally screech to a full stop. Perfectly, utterly, FURIOUSLY Blank. Like the dead silence before the blaster bolts start flying. Like just after the flash but before the blast hits. A terrible, TERRIBLE silence.

Something is Wrong.

"What Is That?"

What is... WHAT? Sir?

And then things move very, very quickly. All things possible, through the Force. A baby created. Chips UN-created. It really is? Just directing the Midi-chlorians all ready THERE to do what you want them too. Offering up some extra energy, if needed. A Leader to guide the hive.

One deep enough meditation, reaching though-out "HIS" sprawling body? Really, what is the difference between purging a chip from your thigh in THIS body? And being over there? Or over there? What are "walls" or "distance" or this silly concept of "other"?

We Are One With The Force, And The Force Is One With US.

He is every Vode on the Ship. He is Anikin Skywalker. He was a Slave. But now? NOW both he and they and US? Are FREE. He will suffer no slaves in his presence. No more chips or collars with bombs. Time to free the others. Free everyone. Demand ANSWERS.

And they do.

The epilog? Oh THAT I can not stop thinking of.

Padme in the senate. Fierce and accomplished. A storied carrier fighting for the people of the galaxy. Anikin a Creche Master for the POWERFUL kiddos. The strange ones who need someone sturdy.

Who can handle their Us/We phase with grace. Who learns and grows, honors and remembers Shmi Skywalker every time one of them one of them starts to pull away. Starts to develop boundaries. Barriers. Starts to want to be their OWN person. Has not just grown strong in shielding but old enough to develop a defined personality, seperate from their friends.

The twins growing up with a whole Creche of siblings. Because their parents LIVE at the temple. Their mother works at the senate! They wave bye-bye every morning. And spend the day with dad. Not separated, not quite living with them fully either. Not after infancy at least. But the Order is changing.

Vode everywhere. Kids born of Jedi. The Corps withdrawn back to the temple to help handle the influx. Lots of debates about Tradition and Change that Anikin care not a lick about. HE'S taking his Crechelings to the Naboolian Embassy's Spring Festival. Does everyone remember how to be polite? Say "hello"! *various smol children chorus Hello in Naboolian, badly but very earnestly*

Just? Field trips. Droids and Vode dropping by to say hello. Padme being the LION of the senate while her retired kindergarten tearcher equivalent, war hero husband cheers. Adorable but freaky children popping out of the vents. Anikin treating his tiny squad of Tiny Anti-christ Acting Babies as though this were TOTALLY NORMAL and just how children act.

SOFT AND FLUFFY EPILOG~☆

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @hypewinter @hdgnj @spidori @tiredafel

[twinterrors29]

the specific Naboo religious sect that Padme belonged to believed very strongly in reincarnation

so the first time Darth Vader is introduced to Princess Leia of Alderaan once her father finally relents and allows her to take over his position in the Senate, when he takes note of her resemblance and looks up her birth date, his first thought is not "Padme's daughter survived"

it's "Padme reincarnated as the Princess of Alderaan"

he finds this conclusion fitting, and of course immediately pledges his loyalty to her

Leia doesn't know what this menace to society's deal is, and honestly doesn't care, and decides to use this to her advantage by telling her father

Bail, of course, is biting his nails thinking that Vader has figured them out, but thankfully no

this is about the time that Sabe and her fellow handmaidens show up, so Vader introduces them to Leia and they all naturally reach the same conclusion

when Ben distantly senses the disturbance in the Force and drags the whole Lars family off to come investigate, Darth "Anakin Is Dead" Vader takes one look at young Luke and doesn't even try to ask about his birth date (or, conveniently, his last name) before assigning him as "Anakin Skywalker Reincarnated"

Ben, hidden in the next room with Bail, is face-palming as hard as possible to try to distract himself from that particular shit show

and now that 'Padme' and 'Anakin' are in the same room, Vader of course tries to ship them, with Sabe's passive support

Bail, sweating: maybe,,, we should not encourage that,,,

Vader: Why.

Bail, full of hypocritical shit: uh,,, he's not suitable, for the future Queen of Alderaan

which only serves to offend Vader, because what, Baby Me isn't good enough for Baby My Wife now?

so Bail throws in a faked relationship with a certain spice freighter captain he hired on the spot to fill the role of his daughter's secret boyfriend

before Vader can get upset about Baby Padme dating someone who isn't Baby Anakin, Sabe eyeballs this dude with no official birth records and asks, what DID happen to Kenobi? or maybe that Captain Rex fellow from the war?

causing Bail to nearly stroke out, as he KNOWS that neither of those men are even dead, and in fact one of them is choking on his spit in the other room as he listens in!

(this fake-dating effort additionally backfires, not that anyone realizes it yet, because both twins start actually dating this scruffy-looking nerf-herder)

of course Vader immediately questions why Sabe suggested that Captain Solo might be Kenobi, and got hit with Sabe's "well, Skywalker was always psychosexually fixate on Kenobi, and all of us knew he was the hot one even if Padme settled for Skywalker"

Vader: ...What. Was that thing you said. About Skywalker.

Sabe: yeah, Skywalker literally couldn't shut up about the guy, even while he was having sex with his wife, luckily she was into that if you know what I mean

Vader: ...

Vader: no, that is the perfectly normal level of interest to have in Kenobi

Sabe, remembering the way Darksiders always seemed to fixate on Kenobi: ...uh-huh, riiiight

Vader decides he's Not Dealing With That, and pours that energy into his fixation on Finding Kenobi in order to kill him about it

Ben, one too-thin wall away, is seriously considering letting that happen so he doesn't have to hear any more of this

but, of course, eventually Sidious notices Vader's interest in the young Senator Organa

and Sheev Palpatine was, interestingly enough, from the same sect as Padme

which means that he quickly puts together what Vader has concluded about Leia as a reincarnation of Padme Amidala

but unlike Sabe (and Vader, who has seriously deluded himself), he is keenly aware that Anakin Skywalker can't have actually reincarnated into that farm boy who's spending all his time with the Senator now

so he's able to (correctly, for once) conclude that Luke must be Anakin and Padme's kid, who somehow survived all these years

and since the child survived...

well, he starts to eye Sabe a little more closely, and wonder how he can fit this into his plans for the galaxy...

[demontonic]

Hayden Christensen - The first time

H.C x actor reader

In which you try to avoid him during training but it’s useless when Ewan puts you up against each other in a friendly match.

Word Count: 2099 words (que spiderman theme song. IM NOT JOKING THIS IS THE ACTUALLY COUNT)

You were new to the industry, you had only been in two movies thus far. The first one wasn’t big, it was just an indie film that horror movie nerds happened to like. From there you got picked for an audition for a bigger movie that would be put in a few theaters. However here, now, you’d never really expected such a huge change, you weren’t going to be playing a huge part. It was a flashback for the upcoming series Ahsoka, you were going to be a Jedi for a short time. They were doing another scene for order 66 in which Anakin goes against someone whom he’d become acquainted with during training. A battle was to be choreographed which meant you were going to be up against the actor who had single handedly started your acting career.

You were a huge Star Wars fan and without a doubt one of the kids who had lightsabers and a few Clone Wars coloring books. As you got older you looked into Anakin’s actor Hayden Christensen and grew to love the movies he’d done. Of course you thought he was hot, who wouldn’t love the nerd in Shattered Glass, or the punk in Life as a House? Sure he’s older now but that didn’t stop you from absolutely freezing up the second you walked into the training area. He’s significantly taller than you, that much you already knew but now it made you feel even more anxious. Interviews of him (which you of course obsessed over in your younger years) depicted him to be very nice, but you can’t always judge someone based on their interviews.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself as you placed your hand to your cheek.

“Are you okay?” The trainer had questioned, a slight concern showing on her face. Hayden had also looked to you, the thin lightsaber prop swinging effortlessly to his side as he awaited your answer.

“Uh- Sorry I just got a… um- a headache is all.” You lied while your hands gripped onto the prop like it was the only thing grounding you.

“I have tylenol in my bag, or some water if you want?” Hayden’s hands gesture over to the black backpack that was leaned against the wall next to yours. Your throat ran dry as you opened your mouth to speak, before choking on your words and coughing… quite literally choking on your words.

“Yeah, the water should be fine.” Hayden walked over to his bag before pulling out two bottles and handing one to you. He stood there however as you took a small sip and placed it back down.

“Nervous?” He snickered lowly while he waited for you to collect yourself.

“Pfft… can you tell?” You questioned softly, looking up at his sparkling blue eyes. My god you’d dreamed about meeting him for practically half your life, but all you did was fumble. The casting crew never really gave you a lot of information, just that it was for upcoming Star Wars content and that they’d needed to fill a small jedi role. Nothing could’ve mentally prepared you to meet your living, breathing, wet dream.

“It’s just training right now, so there’s really no need to stress, we can all help you learn everything you’ll need to know.” His voice was so calm and endearing, maybe it was the daddy issues talking or the fact he is a dad, but it was so comforting.

Even three months into your training you’d distanced from Hayden as to not make a complete fool of yourself. He’s almost 40 at this point with a child you’d assume he was tired of the wild fans. Even so during training you’d often slip up while your eyes were trained on his swift movements. Sometimes you guys would get together and have little matches to see who could win. It was a random pick or whoever decided to challenge someone, and it was no different today. Everyone had finished training but the energy had been so vibrant that here you were on the cushioned floor in a circle. At this point it was no secret your character and Anakin were to have a final battle, but you had never gone against each other in these matches.

“Okay before we start, would anyone like to call someone out?” Rosario Dawson, Hayden’s childhood friend who’d been training for a separate project, questioned the small group.

“This isn’t a call out but I’d actually like to see Hayden vs Y/N without their choreography.” Ewan suggested while sitting on the blue mat cross legged, a childlike smile on his face. On one hand you were a shell of a human around Hayden, but with Ewan it was like he was your favorite uncle. Had you at some point in time found him incomprehensibly attractive? Yeah, but he’s the kind of nice that makes you feel like you’ve known him your entire life.

“Oh come on, is that even fair?” You whined, alluding to the obvious experience points he had on you.

“Are you calling me old?” Hayden jokes lightly as he steps forward into the circle, the group collectively letting out a low ‘oooooooh’.

“I mean your character is the chosen one, I don’t know if my three months of training can compare.” In all honesty you had tried your hand occasionally at a lightsaber when you were younger, so you had a little bit more experience than you let on. The amount of times you’d watched the behind the scenes,their practicing and training helped you recognize his moves.

“I’ll go easy on you, how about that?” His arms were outstretched to his sides in a shrug. A smirk was playing on his lips as he stared at you expectantly.

“Easy? Okay Christensen I’ll fight you.” Competitive couldn’t even begin to describe the drive that suddenly pumped through your veins. The way his eyes zeroed in on you, and the familiar smirk you had only dreamed of seeing in person made your adrenaline kick in. All the information you’d ever retained while watching those extras, would finally be useful for more than proving a point in a dumb argument online.

“Let’s not forget who’s had more training.” Hayden said with a scoff as you both got into your beginning stances. Yours mimicking the form Obi-Wan took while fighting Grievous, Ewan didn’t miss it, how could he? He simply stood with his left foot pointing towards you, his right braced for a sprint, and his saber behind him ready for a strike. You were reading him like a billboard, he never strayed from the forms he was taught, but you were a fan with too much time so you had a few of your own moves.

“May the force be with you Master Skywalker.” You said before he charged, you dodged the first strike but he had already begun to recover from the miss. A huff came from his chest as he swung the flimsy pole back down, meeting yours with a loud clash. The group let out sounds of shock and excitement as he pushed you down to one knee, he was stronger than you. It was no secret as height wise he’s an entire foot taller than you, so you quickly rolled from your position in front of him. He stumbled forward slightly, then twisted around to meet your blows. One to the head, down to the legs, up to the arm, then back down to his torso since it would be an awkward position for him to hold. You were both fast, you’d spent so much time learning basic defense in case one of you made a mistake it was too easy. Stamina was probably the only way you’d win this, or so you thought.

“You’ve learned well, young one,” he tripped you up, while you were focused on his words he’d hit you with the same move Anakin used on count Dooku. “although you’re too focused on me,” your ‘saber’ swung upward to slash his torso, but with a small step back, he dropped the pole to his open palm.

“And not my hands.”

“Fuck.”

The cool, thin, dented metal was up against the side of your neck as your arms were still tilted up in your last strike. Heavy breaths left the both of you as your small ‘audience’ went silent. The sound of your pole hitting the mat, signaled your defeat and in true style you dropped to the floor. The room erupted with groans and yells of victory from those who bet on Hayden. A few seconds of lying on the floor Hayden walked over, standing above you holding out his hand.

“Come on loser.” His smile was so genuine it made your face blush softly as you rolled onto your back.

“I can’t, I’m dead, rigor mortis.” You mumble, letting your tongue hang out the side of your mouth. You felt two arms scoot under your back and knees, quickly feeling your body lifted into the air. A scream came out of your throat as your hand quickly gripped onto Hayden’s loose shirt. The group laughed as he basically tossed you up and down, pretending like he was going to drop you.

“I don’t know why you’re screaming! Dead people don’t scream!”

“Oh- OH MY- PLEASE! GOD PLEASE! OBI WAN PLEASE!” He’d even managed to flip you on your stomach, your fingertips almost meeting the ground before he flung you back up again. Sure it wasn’t a crazt high distance from his arms, but add that with his height it was terrifying enough.

“So uncivilized!” Ewan mocked in a bad Obi-Wan voice, Hayden finally held you against his chest as he laughed with the rest of the group. Ewan came over with Rosario, both of them cooing softly at your semi panicked state.

“Put the poor girl down already!”

“She’s as red as a tomato Hayden!”

He let you down to your feet, still holding onto you as you stumbled lightly. Your chest heaved as you rested your hands on your knees, completely oblivious to how you practically pushed against Hayden’s crotch. His hand came down to rest on your lower back, rubbing softly while you regained your breath.

“I’m-… I’ll kill you for that one day Christensen.” You said through heavy breaths before standing straight again. Hayden’s hand coming up to rest on your shoulder, sporting a smug smile as the group began to discuss the next match. Hayden pulled you off the far walls where your bags lay, you both sitting in front of each other while he pulled out water bottles. For a while you sat in silence, just leaning against the wall watching Rosario and Ewan go at it.

“Were you ever going to tell me about your tattoo?” Hayden questioned, his voice staying low in contrast with the yelling from the group. At first you almost didn’t know what he was talking about, but then your cheeks turned to a dark red. On your wrist was the japor snippet Anakin gave Padme when they first met, and under it read ‘Skywalker’ in Huttese. Usually it was covered by a scrunchie or bracelet, but it must’ve slipped your mind today.

“I wasn’t planning on it, it feels too embarrassing to show you.” You held your arm out to him, since he’d already seen it there was no use in hiding it now. His hand pulled your wrist closer as he traced it with his fingers.

“I always wanted to get a replica of the japor snippet but I never did. I think this is really cool Y/N, you don’t need to be so nervous around me all the time.” He said quietly as he set your arm down on your thigh. Hayden was nice, but you were feral, you still couldn’t grasp the fact you avoided him like a schoolgirl avoided her crush.

“I-… I am not! The job is just so… overwhelming you know?” Lies, you shook as bad as a chihuahua when you were alone with him, practicing lines, fighting, and in general.

“It’s been three months and you still get distracted by just staring at me mid-fight.” A chuckle resonated in his chest as you looked at your blushing face.

“Okay… I just didn’t want to look like some nerdy, obsessed fangirl, I didn’t know how well that would go over.” Holding the cool bottle against your face you let your hair shield your face from the older man.

“I think it’s cute.”

And for the first time, you felt like maybe the star would align, maybe you would have a chance with the man you’d worshipped during your teen years.

I need to be his controversially young girlfriend HIS BIRTHDAY IS THE DAY AFTER MINE idk i think its a sign or whatever🤞🏼 hope you liked this! feel free to make any requests! i might make a part two but idk yet

Masterlist

[sun-spice]

On a star wars prequels kick. AU where Sidious buys Shmi and tiny Anakin from Gardulla, like yes this the best back up apprentice plan ever.

Maul is obviously Not Happy, tries to pull some shit and Shmi is like. No.

Anyway Shmi secretly adopts a raging teenager and they plan to kill their slaver. Maul's not really in a place to accept a parental figure and Shmi only has the resources and energy for one son, so they end up with a somewhat sibling like relationship.

At some point, Shmi gets shunted out of the picture, and a furious Maul is left to cobble together a new plan on his own and he manages to escape with Anakin but not kill Sidious. Fuck, Shmi's not here and Maul has to take care of her kid on his own. Fuck. Oh well, he can't be worse than Sidious... Fuck it, he's going to be a best caretaker ever out of sheer spite. Anakin can be his apprentice now and it will be epic.

Anakin doesn't really want to be a Sith in particular but he's free! He can always say no later so he figures he might as well be Maul's apprentice until he finds his mom again. He likes Maul and maybe he can teach him how to fly because wow those were some crazy moves.

At some later point, an ex-padawan Obi-Wan stumbles upon two traumatised former Sith apprentices. One is a small child and terribly endearing, and the other is a passionate but still incredibly dubious caretaker okay? What's he going to do? Walk away and forget?

Maul hates him. Anakin adores him, maybe a little too much. Cue dysfunctional found family shenanigans.

Maul is determined to be a Sith without his master, Obi-Wan is there to say which Sith things are bloody fucking insane and not allowed in this house (ugly fucking smuggler ship that Anakin keeps tinkering with to have, are those flamethrowers in the walls?! Anakin.). Maul is there to stab at Obi-Wan's great wall of Disaster Lineage Repression™️ until it starts to crumble. They argue a lot and somehow both end up with healthier mental states and force connections. While arguing about how best to take care of a child they decide they need an third adult opinion and accidentally rope everyone into therapy.

They reunite with Shmi and wow, Anakin now has three parents! Wizard. Shmi, in her manic attempts to return to her son and ensure they are all free and remain so, has accidentally become a pirate queen... They can work with this.

So: a pirate queen freedom fighter, a rogue Sith, a rogue Jedi, and an Anakin. The galaxy isn't ready. Sidious is seething and frantically trying train a new apprentice.

(He gets Dooku, except Qui-Gon is alive and very much Dooku's achilles heel, and will later foil Sidious' plans for his master. Jango Fett is in way over his head, good thing this Tyrannus seems to have suddenly had a chance of heart.)

The Whills are intrigued. The Jedi are totally lost, what is happening? Quinlan Vos in particular is laughing. The Shadow Council is somewhere between amused and bemused that the surprise!Sith apprentice actually turned out pretty decent, and he's helping them with their shared goal of getting rid of his master. What an unexpected win. They'll take it, the rest of the Jedi cannot know of him until then.

[ineedsleepsoleavemealone]

I had a thought about this, and this has probably already been done, but... Reasons Anakin Skywalker and Rory Gilmore are the same person. I hear you saying, "They're just the same archetype of character. They're not similar at all!" However, I strongly disagree. Their similarities go much deeper than the same basic story line they both share. (And, also, this is just an excuse to mash two of my hyperfixations together, plus an excuse not to write a scene I've been stuck on for a month.)

They were both without father figures in their youth for a significant amount of time.

Both Anakin and Rory lacked a father figure in their youth. Firstly, like Anakin, Rory only lived with her mother, Lorelai, during her youth. She had a strained relationship with her biological father, Christopher, who came in and out of her life frequently and lived in several states while Rory had lived in Connecticut her whole life.

In addition, Rory, whose mother ran away from home at sixteen with an infant Rory, had very little to no contact with her grandfather until the age of sixteen.

A counter argument could be made that Rory had Luke Danes, a neighbor and local diner owner who is good friends with her mother and is shown to have a parental bond with Rory throughout the show. However, Lorelai and Luke didn't meet until Rory was twelve in 1996. This is based on a line during Lorelai and Luke's first date in 2004. Luke pulls out a piece of paper that Lorelai gave him on the day they first met "eight years" ago, which puts them meeting sometime in 1996. Rory was born in 1984. Therefore, it's safe to say that Rory didn't have a stable father figure until after she was twelve in 1996.

Anakin, however, didn't just have a strained relationship with a father, he literally doesn't have one. He was born because the Force impregnated his mother, Shmi. In actuality, Anakin didn't have anyone resembling a father figure until he was around six to ten years old, (I don't actually know how old Anakin is in The Phantom Menace, but six to ten is generally the age range I see for him.), when Qui-Gon Jinn takes him in to become a Jedi. Even then, Qui-Gonna Jinn dies and doesn't have the proper time to build a father-son relationship with Anakin. Other options for Anakin's father figure are Obi-Wan Kenobi, who looked out for Anakin for many year and has a Master-Padawan relationship with him, but may be more of an older brother to Anakin, or Palpatine, who guided Anakin through life and generally took on a more parental role towards him even if his teachings were misguided and manipulative.

If you're insane, you might say that the Force or Watto count as father figures towards Anakin. The Force, a foundation of nature or type of energy that Anakin didn't know about until Qui-Gon's arrival, is technically Anakin's father, but I don't think it counts as an actual father figure. It's more of a concept than something a child can lean and depend on to get them through tough times. Additionally, Watto, the alien that enslaved Anakin and his mother, is also not Anakin's father figure because... no... absolutely not

Both Anakin and Rory only lived with their mothers until they moved out.

This is a point I made in the last section, but neither Anakin nor Rory lived with anyone but their mothers. This is plain and simple, so I'm not going to expand on this much.

Both Anakin and Rory came from simple beginnings. (AKA: They were poor.)

In addition to them bith living with their mothers, both Anakin and Rory were poor growing up. Rory lived in a potting shed behind a inn with her mother before Lorelai made enough money to buy a house. They didn't have very much, and it can be inferred that Lorelai made some of her and Rory's clothes because she makes costumes and dresses multiple times throughout the series.

Additionally, Shmi and Anakin lived in the slave quarters on Tatooine. While we don't know much about this time in Anakin's life, we can infer that they very poor because they were slaves.

Both Anakin and Rory were put on pedestals and had lots of expectations burdening them.

The members of both Rory and Anakin's communities put expectations on their shoulders which no child should bear. Rory always had high expectations put atop her because of her intelligence. She always loved reading and school in addition to being incredibly smart for her age. She was always expected to go to an Ivy League school, not because of a prestigious family name, but because she was so smart. She was always expected to get A's in her classes and be the smartest person in the school. Also, she was also expected to be a good person all the time. As a teenager, she fit into the "good girl" stereotype and was expected to keep that up 24/7. In addition, her grandparents put their grand expectations originally meant for Lorelai on Rory, and when Rory fulfilled these expectations, they put her of a higher pedestal and believed she could do no wrong. Even her whole town thought she could do no wrong. Everyone around her put the burden of being perfect on her shoulders. Basically, she was expected to be the perfect girl/daughter/granddaughter 24/7/365.

Anakin, on the other hand, was expected to be perfect, not because he was a "good boy," but because he was expected to save the galaxy/bring balance to the Force. He was expected to be the picture perfect Jedi because that is what the Jedi believed would save the force. He always had a lot of pressure on him from the get go because of the prophecy that dictated he would bring balance to the Force. There's really nothing more to say on Anakin's behalf because putting the pressure to save hundreds of trillions of lives on a child is not fine nor healthy even if there's a cyptic prophecy about them.

Rory and Anakin both had a downfall.

Rory and Anakin both had a long, hard fall from the pedestals the members of their communities put them on. Rory, after realizing her years of being a straight-A student and goody two shoes were useless in the real world, decides to stop trying to be the person she was raised to be. She drops out of Yale, an Ivy League school, and moves in with her rich grandparents. She joins the social club her grandmother is in, the DAR (Daughters of the American Revolution). She starts going out with her rich boyfriend, Logan, every night, and she completely cut contact with her mother, who she had been very close with before she dropped out of Yale. In addition, she steals a yacht with her boyfriend and goes to jail and, after she's been convicted, community service for 300 hours. Essentially, she goes against everything her mother raised her to be. Her personality does a complete one-eighty. From being a goody two shoes, to not caring about school, the law, or her mother.

In the second prequel movie, Attack of The Clones, Anakin massacres the men, women, and children of the Tusken Raider clan which murdered his mother. After a few years and the Clone Wars, in Revenge of the Sith, he goes on to, after a dream about his wife, Padmé, dying in childbirth, switch to the darkside to acquire the powers to save Padmé's life. He massacres most of the younglings at the Jedi temple, kills Master Mace Windu, tries to kill Obi-wan, and, finally, kills his wife believing that she had betrayed him for Obi-wan. His "fall" is because of his attachment to the people around him. He kills because he either: thinks they deserve it after hurting his loved ones or thinks he has to so he can save them. Unlike Rory, his personality doesn't do a complete one-eighty, rather his negative emotions start to outweigh the positive ones which starts a slow progression of a burning grief turning into hatred.

Anakin and Rory both had lovers that helped them "fall" from their pedestal.

Rory and Anakin's downfalls were aided by the help of their lovers unintentionally. Logan, Rory's boyfriend, brought out the worst in her. He never cared about school, was a privileged brat, and was an overall asshole. His charismatic demnor and eventual change of character unknowingly led Rory down a path of self destruction. He was the one who suggested dropping out of Yale and stealing the yacht. I'm not suggesting that Rory's downfall was all Logan's fault, she should've recognized that what he had wasn't what was best for her, or she should've stayed broken up with him after the first break up, but I am saying he played a significant part in her downfall.

Padmé's influence, however, was good for Anakin. She loved him and tried to set him on the right path, tried to fix him after the Tusken Raiders incident. Unfortunately, this had the opposite affect on Anakin. Her influence made him love her so much that he'd do anything for her, and he did. He couldn't stand to lose her, so he killed and massacred children all for her sake, and it was all because she was too good for him.

Both Anakin and Rory's downfall was helped along by a man.

Both Anakin's and Rory's decisions were influenced by a man in power that they held in a high regard. Rory got her dream internship under the guidance of her boyfriend's father working in a big newspaper company. At the end of this internship, Rory has worked her butt off trying to impress this man by being a goody two shoes. He crushes her dreams saying something along the lines of, 'You don't have the guys for this job, you don't speak up, you have to be mean in this world.' Something like that. Directly after this conversation, Rory runs to Logan and says she wants to do something spontaneous. They then steal a yacht and a few weeks later Rory drops out of Yale. The conversation about Rory not having the guts for the job directly influences what happens during her downfall. She becomes more spontaneous and she doesn't care what people think anymore which were problems she had at the internship.

Anakin, on the other hand, has manipulated throughout his life as a Jedi by Palpatine. He fed lies and made Anakin trust him as a young boy. As Anakin grew older, he started confiding in Palpatine about how the Jedi council treated him and about his wife. Palpatine then sewed seeds of distrust between Anakin and the Jedi and seeds of unhealthy attachment with his wife. Once Anakin was in a vulnerable state, worried about his wife dying in childbirth, Palpatine used his influence to turn him to the darkside. In addition, he also influenced Anakin to kill Count Dooku even though Anakin was worried about the killing "not being the Jedi way." These actions directly influenced why Anakin behaved the way he did once he was vulnerable. He turned Anakin paranoid against the Jedi and his wife, compelling Anakin to slaughter them.

At the very end of their stories, both Anakin and Rory get a redemption.

Fortunately, there was light at the end of the tunnel for both Anakin and Rory. For Rory, after a wake up call from Jess, she reunited with her mom, went back to Yale, moved out of her grandparents house, and quit the DAR. While she had made mistakes and burned bridges, she made amends and tried to own up to her mistakes. At the end, she became a better person than she was previously.

As for Anakin, he finally realized that the love his son, Luke, outweighed the desire to rule the universe and killed Emperor Palpatine. While he can't undo the millions of people he killed, he killed the man who would kill millions more. In his final moments, he did the universe a final service and turned to the light side again because he loved his son so much. Fulfilling the prophecy that ruined his life.

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We now go into claims that are a bit of a stretch, but I still wanted to include because I spent too long thinking of them.

After reaching a big milestone, both Anakin and Rory traveled a lot.

After graduating highschool, Rory travels the world by going to Europe several times with her mother, grandmother, or boyfriend.

After becoming a padawan, Anakin travels to other planets for missions and battles.

Anakin and Rory both come from lines of failure.

Rory was born to a teen mom in a rich/conservative family. Lorelai was a failure to her parents and overall family because she A) got pregnant, B) didn't marry the baby's father, C) ran away from home, and D) made a living by working as a maid in an inn and worked her way up. Rory, therefore, came from a failure.

Anakin came from the infamous Disaster Lineage, where Count Dooku turned into a Sith, Qui-Gon died, Obi-Wan can't train a padawan to save his life, and Ahsoka left the Jedi order. Anakin, therefore, came from a lineage of failures.

Anakin and Rory were both taught life skills from a young teacher.

Everything Rory was taught was by her sixteen year old mother, and Obi-wan was barely a knight before he started training Anakin.

Hope you enjoyed my mad rambling session. Here's how I felt writing this:

Last minute change before I post this, I'm not trying to compare Anakin and Rory to see who had the better character arcs, trauma, or whatever. I just had a thought and ended up writing several paragraphs about why I thought this. All I am saying is that both Anakin and Rory share some of the big strokes of their character arcs and personalities. I am a huge fan of both Star Wars and Gilmore Girls, and I love both Anakin and Rory. If you want to hate on Rory or Anakin this is not the post to do that on. Please and thank you.

[samstree]

Secret Ingredient

(obikin hurt/comfort, obi-wan makes pancakes, also on AO3)

The bruises look a lot worse in daylight.

The purple and green span across Anakin’s cheek, reaching the small cut at the corner of his lips. Lesions are all over his throat in the shape of fingers, with more hidden under the collar of his tunics. The half-healed wounds don’t just stop there—four weeks of being captive is enough to accumulate injuries to fill an entire page of the healer’s report. Under Anakin’s clothes, his chest is bound in bandages for the broken ribs, right above the electrical burns, now covered in fresh bacta patches. The separatists are getting creative with their torture devices, lately.

Obi-Wan goes through the list of Anakin’s wounds in his head, calculating which ones need to be redressed on what day. The Coruscanti sun casts long shadows, barely hiding the dark circles under Anakin’s eyes.

Obi-Wan aches to kiss, to soothe until Anakin can sleep them away, finally finding some rest after the month’s ordeal. But there’s more work to be done—the torturers did not pay much attention to feeding their captive. Anakin’ cheeks have sunken, the nightshirt hanging off his thinned shoulders. The constant lack of food has weakened his stomach to the point that he can barely keep anything down. For fear of throwing up yet another meal, what he needs right now is something simple, comforting, but also provides plenty of nourishment.

So, Obi-Wan is making his special pancakes.

They may be his best work yet. After all, those special pancakes were Anakin’s favorite food when he was a child. Obi-Wan still remembers a nine-year-old Anakin, malnourished and underweight when he first came to the temple. Master Che had to prescribe different nutritious powders to go along with his meals, but all Obi-Wan knew was to make them into a porridge. The boy could never swallow more than a third of what he needed.

And then, he had the brilliant idea of making them into pancakes.

The batter is the perfect medium to hide all the supplements. Obi-Wan still remembers the quiet smile Anakin gave him at every breakfast, right after finishing everything on his plate. Obi-Wan kept making them until the healers finally declared his padawan to be an appropriate weight and height for his age.

Now, more than a decade later, it’s time for Obi-Wan to use an old trick again.

Even though it’s early morning, Anakin is exhausted enough from insomnia and pain that he doesn’t notice the supplements being added to the sweet pancake mix. He only waits by the kitchen counter as Obi-Wan works, expression distracted and tired, attention splintered all over the place.

Anticipation rises in Obi-Wan’s chest as the kitchen is filled with the smell of warm, buttery pancakes, almost making him giddy with pride. He hides it well though, under a calm, nonchalant exterior.

“Here. Try this,” Obi-Wan says softly, flipping the last pancake into the plate and drizzling with syrup, before pushing it across the kitchen counter.

“Hmm?” Anakin blinks, just brought out of a stupor, looking down to notice the stack of warm pancakes. “Oh.”

“Your stomach is still weak, so I’m only giving you a small portion. Hopefully, some pancakes will go down better than the standard-issued rations from the Halls of the Healing.” Obi-Wan smiles. “I remember it’s your favorite.”

There has been a haunted look in Anakin’s eyes since the rescue, one that is hard to shake. But upon meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes and seeing his smile, part of that look melts away, giving way to the warmth in those blue eyes.

“My favorite, huh? Let’s see if it’s still the case.” He pokes a small corner off the stack and lifts the fork, an eyebrow raised while putting the pancakes in his mouth. The following pause has Obi-Wan’s heart beating in his throat, hope fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird.

“How is it?” he asks, unable to hide the curiosity any longer as Anakin chews slowly, carefully, as if he needs to channel all the energy he has just to eat. “Well, not to rush you. I know you’ve been having trouble keeping food down, and eating too fast won’t help. I just thought—it’s your favorite, after all. If anything, you could use something comforting, and there’s nothing more comforting than pancakes. I haven’t made them for years. Hopefully, it still tastes the same? If not, I can always make something else. Something you’re missing in the field, perhaps Franikhad—oh, but that’s too spicy for your stomach. There’s nothing like pancakes, truly. So… how is it?”

Obi-Wan knows he’s droning on again, as Anakin was so inclined to call it in his teenage years, but truth be told, he’s too nervous not to.

Watching Anakin struggle to recover has been one of the hardest things in this entire ordeal. They’ve got Anakin back now; he should be getting better, not barely healing because his body doesn’t have enough strength. Cooking is about the only thing Obi-Wan can do to help, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself if he fails even that.

He just… he can’t fail again.

Anakin swallows the bite, licks the syrup on his lower lip. By some miracle, he smiles. It’s a small and quiet thing, but it’s there. Obi-Wan thinks he could be soaring.

“It’s good, master,” he answers. “Tastes exactly like I remember.”

“Yeah?” A weight lifts off of Obi-Wan’s chest. “It’s truly the same?”

“Of course, even the powders are there.”

Obi-Wan pauses, blinking as Anakin takes another bite, making a pleased hum.

“Whatever do you mean?” It’s possible that the kitchen has become very warm from all the cooking. Obi-Wan feels his cheeks heat up. “What powders?”

The syrup coats the fork, so Anakin licks it clean. When he looks up again, a glint of mischief flashes across his eyes.

“Oh come on. Do you think I couldn’t tell? The nutrition powders they prescribed for me when I was still your padawan? The porridge you made was awful, and then the pancakes tasted exactly the same. You weren’t subtle, master. There must have been more supplements than flour in my meal. I noticed right away, of course.”

The pancakes are disappearing steadily from Anakin’s plate, picked apart and dipped in the syrup. Suddenly, they don’t seem like the best idea in the world anymore.

“And you never said anything? Anakin…” Obi-Wan’s heart constricts. “I only wanted you to eat something healthy because you were so malnourished as a child, and I didn’t want to force you. Force knows you had gone through enough already.” He meets Anakin’s eyes, half pleading and half heartbroken for the small boy that he used to be. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have tried something else.”

Guilt creeps into his chest, in place of the relief he was feeling mere moments ago. Anakin only stares, eyes big and impossibly soft.

“Well, it made you happy,” he answers, as if that is the simplest logic in the world. “So I didn’t mind.”

“Anakin…”

“Has it occurred to you that you were also going through a lot?” Anakin now drops his eyes, having stopped eating. “You had only lost your master, and immediately took on a padawan yourself. Every day you fussed over nutrition and proteins. My meals, my lessons, my health. But you…” he trails off in a whisper. “You were just…sad. All the time.”

“I didn’t know you could tell.”

“I can always tell.”

Obi-Wan opens his mouth and closes it. His fame as the Negotiator is nothing when it’s just him and Anakin. Clever quips and quick thinking are his weapons when the saber is out of reach, but here, he doesn’t need to fight.

“So you just lied? For years?” Obi-Wan asks, after a moment. “Putting up with your old master’s horrible cooking just to spare his feelings?”

“Not the part about pancakes being my favorite though. That is true.” When Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow in question, Anakin continues, “I saw you smile, when I ate all the pancakes. That was the first time you smiled since I became your padawan. It was so beautiful I just decided that I wanted to keep seeing it. And the pancakes were the way to go, obviously. Oh, and—” He laughs to himself quietly, looking entirely too young despite the bruises blossoming across his cheeks. Entirely too young for this wretched war. “—Do you remember the day I was finally, finally, taller than you?”

“You mean when you mercilessly rubbed it in my face.” Obi-Wan cannot hide a laugh himself. “The worst day of my life. It’s not one to forget.”

“You are joking, but do you remember I also stopped mercilessly rubbing it in your face very quickly?”

“Oh? Doesn’t sound like you.”

Anakin tilts his head, a strand of curls falling into his eyes, too endearing for Obi-Wan’s heart to handle.

“You were so proud when you realized,” he says softly. “You looked at me, barely half an inch taller than you, and the Force was singing with pride. I couldn’t keep making fun of you, you see. My old master looked like he was about to cry.”

The lump in Obi-Wan’s throat is simply a reaction to the fond memories. He is not about to cry now.

“I thought I did a half-decent job, when you grew up okay. I only wanted you to—” he swallows, the words difficult to get out. “I—forgive me—”

Obi-Wan looks away to give the turmoil of emotions in his chest to the Force. Fear, guilt, anxiety… they leave with another exhale. He lets go of everything except for love. Only love remains, wrapping around him like the bright Force signature that melds into his own.

Anakin looks at him all-knowingly, with mirth by his lips.

“Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, darling?”

The Force sings with pride again when Anakin straightens his back, puts down his fork, one arm stretched out as an invitation. “Come over here.”

“And why should I come over there?”

“Because you,” Anakin declares with all the conviction in the galaxy, “look like you need a hug.”

“Do I now?” Obi-Wan only thinks of denying it for a split second before rounding the kitchen counter and meeting Anakin’s embrace carefully, gathering him up with a feather-light touch. He maps out all the injuries mentally, hyper-aware of where his hands travel and soothe. Something within him shifts, settles into place, when Anakin is held between his arms. “Hmm, perhaps I do. My young padawan has become wise.”

“Only sometimes,” Anakin huffs.

The way he hugs Obi-Wan back is far less careful, pressing their bodies together. With Anakinsat on the kitchen stool, they are at the perfect height for him to fit right under Obi-Wan’s chin. He squeezes Obi-Wan’s middle, as if to burrow farther into the hug, as if they have not melded into one a long time ago.

He presses a kiss on Anakin’s head, hiding a content smile in his hair.

“Ow.” Anakin hisses in pain.

Obi-Wan pulls away immediately. “Am I hurting you?”

A pause, and a sheepish look. “…No?”

“Anakin!”

A boyish grin blooms across Anakin’s face. He leans forward to wrap both arms around Obi-Wan’s waist, half to pull him close, half for support. “Can you blame me? You were smiling. You haven’t since I got back.”

“And you are eating something, finally.”

“Must be the pancakes,” Anakin adds cheekily, “with your secret ingredient.”

The corner of Anakin’s mouth is still swollen and dark with a bruise, but he leans into Obi-Wan’s touch. Eyes closed, he lets his weight slump against Obi-Wan’s support and nuzzles into his chest.

He’s holding the most precious thing in his life, Obi-Wan realizes. Right under his palms, trusting and pliant. Even injured, Anakin is still trying to make him smile, and he is. The smile stays on Obi-Wan’s face, making him feel lighter and younger than he has any right to be.

“And now you feel like you need a kiss,” Anakin whispers against his tunics. “You get all quiet and shimmering in the Force when you do.”

“What will you do about that?”

Their breaths mingle when Obi-Wan lowers his head to meet Anakin. The kiss is barely there when both of them are smiling into it, tender and slow, mindful of the healing wound by Anakin’s mouth. Obi-Wan pecks him on the nose one last time before pulling back.

“You should try to eat a little bit more,” he reminds Anakin, pushing the plate closer. “Just a little, and we’ll rest. We’ve both earned it, I believe.”

“Of course,” Anakin answers, the quiet shimmers mirrored back in his Force signature. “They are your special pancakes, after all.”

[rufflesandbows]

The Handmaiden

As Padme's handmaiden and decoy, you expect there to be a few mishaps, a few mix-ups. Especially when you're in the full Queen's garb and makeup. What you don't expect is the newly made Jedi Knight to make that mistake. The accident leaves your head spinning for more reasons than you want.

Anakin Skywalker X Reader Word Count: 1400 Warnings: Mildly dubious consent, mistaken identity, forced kiss/groping/grinding

The Queen was utilizing you an awful lot these days. You sat upon her couch, scrolling through a datapad of her latest emails, dressed in full Naboo royal garb and makeup. All to await a few delegates that Padme hated dealing with. You offered to take her place but it was your job to take her place, not that you wanted to. The task was just as grueling for you. Made so because per Padme’s decree, you had to remain pacifistic while in her place. There were a few on the Senate who didn’t deserve pacifism. Not when they continued to treat you- Padme , as a child.

You all didn’t fight in retaking Naboo from the Trade Federation and their droid army to be treated so disrespectfully. How Padme could stand it was a mystery.

The emails were to try and distract you until the time came to humor Hasana, Torie and Jen-ros. The three were all close ‘friends’, if that was a word that could be used among senate members, and wanted to make Padme a forth and their whipping girl. The agitation was building in you with each passing minute. A small headache starting to form, and it would only get worse when they arrived. 

The bell rang on the door and it surprised you. They shouldn’t be here for another thirty minutes. You were alone in the Queens quarters because the trio complained in the past about all the handmaidens being a distraction from the gossip. You strongly disagreed with Padme being left alone with them, but that got circumvented when you took her place. The others were all gone to lunch with Padme, leaving you to begrudgingly answer it, hoping it was anyone else.

As the sliding doors opened, you were surprised to see Anakin of all people. Though you kept calm, you did feel a heat warming your cheeks at the sight of him. “I’m surprised to see you here. Is everything alright?”

You hated to admit it even to yourself, but he had grown quite handsome in the time apart. For so long you only remembered him as that high-spirited and charitable little boy. Even then his adoration of Padme was clear. You were there when he asked if she was an angel, and you had to stifle your laughter, teasing Padme about it for years. When Obi-wan introduced him as his padawan, well, she got the opportunity to mock you in return as you couldn’t stop mentioning how tall he was and how much he’s changed, clear awe and captivation in your eyes. Though, that had come to a stop recently. And you were perceptive of all your Queen’s changes and attitudes. 

Anakin strode in, glancing around the room. His intense energy made you nervous. “Is anyone else here?”

“No. But a group of delegates will be arriving in about thirty minutes.”

He sighed, “Good. I need you.”

“What-” You barely took in his words out of confusion, barely got your question out before suddenly his lips were covering yours, his hands cupping your neck to hold you against him. Your shock came as an audible moan because he was pressed so tightly against your mouth, clinging feverishly. 

So, this was why Padme had been acting so strangely lately. A secret affair with a newly made Jedi Knight? What was she thinking?! 

As much as it, well, it did feel nice to be kissed with such intense desire, you stumbled back trying to get a breath in to explain you weren’t Padme. Anakin followed you step by step, until your back hit the wall and he locked you against it, his kisses fast and deep. They were delightfully suffocating. His hands dropped to your body, feeling you through the Queen’s dress. Buried under the layers your skin was alight with sensation. His touch, his body pinning you, his kisses wetting your lips and each smack burning hot in your ears because you knew. You had to stop him. None of it was for you. Misunderstanding or not, it would wound Padme if she stumbled on this. 

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, not for a moment.” Every hushed word brushed your damp lips, every few punctuated with another kiss, as if he was deliberately trying to stop you from talking in reply. You clung to his jedi robes, unable to stop the pleasured whimper that bubbled up your throat when he pressed his thigh between yours, your core aching in response. A hot sigh ghosted down your chin, his words ever more desperate, as if he might cry if you told him to stop. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I know you said to take things slow, but I need you so badly.”

Your breath was quick, finding your voice and it sounded so small, “A-Anakin I’m-”

He swallowed your words on his tongue, a thrill hitting you hard as the silk waves languidly ran along your own. Coaxing you to fall deeper into him. Filling your head with a weightless light. Your eyes rolled back and fluttered as he ground against you, drinking you up. Your skin was tingling, your body wanting to press into his relentless attention. You’d be melting on the floor if he wasn’t holding you. 

But this needed to end before he tried to go any further. With numb hands, you pushed on his chest but Anakin was a solid wall, and he only dug in more, bowing down to practically lift you off the floor in his tight embrace. Your hands slipped a little higher, pushing against his shoulders and slowly he started to relent. You managed to push him off enough to barely call out, “Mm-mnot Padme!” 

Finally, it gave him pause. Anakin took back. His eyes blew wide open with horror before throwing himself back from you. He covered his mouth, his face blooming red. “Oh! Oh I’m so sorry!”

You were in no better state, your whole body burning, the queenly voice gone and a nervous giggle lacing your every word, “A misunderstanding is bound to happen. That’s what all the make up is for, after all.” It didn’t seem to calm him any, looking around the room as if he’d been set up and Padme might jump out at any moment. “Really Anakin, it’s nothing to worry about it. A genuine accident.”

Anakin was struggling to catch his breath, unable to look at you he was so mortified, unable to stop moving around and fidgeting as he tried to deal with all that energy he stirred up. “I’m very sorry if I frightened you, or made you uncomfortable-”

“It’s nothing, really! An understandable accident. I won’t hold it against you.” You smiled to him but you couldn’t stop smiling. Either by nerves or all the adrenaline now pumping through your body. With a hand over your stomach, flutters and quick thudding making you a little nauseous, you went to the desk and explained. “There’s a few delegate’s on their way that Padme can’t stand, so I’m sitting in for her. She went to have lunch at a nearby restaurant- uh, here.” You grabbed a spare datapad and typed in the coordinates, handing it to him and hoping he didn’t notice the slight trembling of the pad. 

“Thank you.” He practically whispered, looking it over, all his concentration on the directions. You could see the lump in his throat bob as he swallowed thickly, and you wondered what you might taste like to him, a fresh flush hitting you for thinking such a thing at all. He could only give you the briefest glance and nod before turning to leave.

“Uh- um-” When Anakin looked back, you hesitantly handed him a handkerchief. “You’ve got some of the uh, makeup on you.”

Red and white smeared on his lips and chin, a bit on his cheek. He’d tried to wipe it away earlier, maybe more concerned with how wet the makeout had gotten, but it clung steadily. The blush came back in full bloom as Anakin went to the nearest mirror and thoroughly wiped the evidence away. Bashfully, he came and handed the stained handkerchief back. “You might want to-” 

He motioned to his now clean face and you could only imagine the state your makeup was in. Your face burned as you looked down, “Y-yes. Of course.”

As he walked away, you very nearly said, say hi to Padme for me , and quickly realized that was maybe not the thing to bring up after what just happened. But it was only an accident. It didn’t mean anything. Anakin said nothing as he left. The last you saw of him was getting back in the elevator and rubbing down his blushing red face with both hands. 

So you can stop it here or continue on with the story on A03 The Handmaiden

It's slow burn af, just so you know! I think some will enjoy it as just a little ditty, but if you enjoyed it at all, I'd love to know!

[marvelstars]

Anakin´s politics

After reading many takes in fandom of Anakin´s politics as well as many fics, I believe Anakin´s political leanings are often reduced or misunderstood, in part because Lucas didn´t delve too much into them, because Padme and Obi-Wan kind of dimiss htem and also in part because we have two different ideologies, Anakin´s political ideology pre Vader and Anakin´s political ideology post Vader which are similar but not the same.

Early Vader/Just fallen to the darkside Anakin asked Padme to become his Empress but given that at the time he was in a deep, deep breakdown and practically out of his mind deep into darkside force energies which Lucas has compared to a drug, I personally don´t believe even Vader "post dark side high" would have exactly the same idea.

Vader in general was of the mind that the galaxy needed order, that there was a role the Emperor had to play but given Leia´s and Vader´s whole conversation about the Sentate in ANH where Leia accuses Vader of acting outside the Senate approval to which Vader answers that she was a confirmed traitor to the Empire at this point, so her ship could not longer be considered a diplomatic vessel unlike all those other times Vader let her go to do her "mercy missions" which he knew were a front for her pro-rebellion missions, all this means Vader also was often around seeing Sente proceedings, right allong with his military meetings.

Vader he doesn´t care as much about the type of goverment there is in the galaxy as long as it´s effective and less corrupt than the Old Republic was. "Lest bring Order to the galaxy"

Anakin is a different matter, as a child he just knew he wanted to free all the slaves on Tatooine and do his part to support a more equal and fair galaxy "the biggest problem in the galaxy is that no one helps each other".

As a Jedi padawan, when he was talking to Padme about how the system didn´t work, precisely because Padme told him that it was hard for the senate to do anything because they almost never agreed, he suggested someone to "make them agree" "someone wise" and in that way fix the problem of the current system, Padme was talking about the issues of the working system and Anakin suggested a way to fix those inconsistencies.

Here we can already see Palpatine´s hand in Anakin´s political perception but I believe we often forget there is another important body that influenced Anakin political pov´s in his younger years, when Anakin talked about "Someone wise should make them agree" he pretty much was describing Master Yoda and Windu role in most decisions of the Jedi Council when the Council didn´t agree on something.

So my guess is that Anakin was suggesting someone like Yoda and Palpatine supported this idea because it would make it easier to make the change from Yoda to himself.

Here Padme sees it as a dictatorship but I believe here Lucas didn´t really thought things too deeply, because there are Hereditary Monarchies in the Republic and her own role as Queen of Naboo had an almost absolute authority but well I disgress.

Anakin didn´t believe the the Senate needed to be taken down, in fact in ROTS he gets mad at Padme precisely because she was asking him to ask Palpatine to leave his emergency powers and Anakin believed that was something that had to be taken to the Senate instead of using Anakin´s apparent influence over Palpatine, which was non-existent but neither of them knew that.

My point is that Anakin himself wasn´t suggesting to take down the Senate or the Republic, his pov was that the system itself didn´t work as a system that actually got things done for the benefice of the people of the Republic. Anakin´s priority is to fix the system to get things done, not hold an ambigous ideal that only exists for some people.

Lest remember Shmi´s words in TPM "The Republic doens´t exist out there, we have to take care of ourselves"

This was Anakin´s early relationship to the republic and all those diplomatic missions as a jedi in which he mostly helped the elite of each planet didn´t serve to convince him the republic was good for something other than serving the elite.

So while Padme and Obi-Wan saw the Republic as an ideal that could be fixed with time if only because that´s what they had to work with, Anakin thought that it´s alright to hold republican values, in fact he went to war for the whole "keeping the republic together" but this republic "Is functional?" "It works for what it says it works?" and the answer is no, the system is broken, something Padme found out in the first movie, when she saw how the occupation on her planet by the Federation could be ignored because of their influence and it would take months if not years to do something about it while the Senate discussed it but Padme as a Senator hoped to help fix it but then they were at war and there wasn´t time.

So in short, Padme and Obi-Wan see the Republic as something worth fighting for on itself on principle even when they knew the politicians of the senate often were trash while Anakin sees the republic as something that could be fixed but isn´t worth fighting for on itself if it really doesn´t seek to serve the people outside of a few elites. This is something that he understood because he was directly wronged by the dysfunction of the republic.

It isn´t coincidence Anakin as a general in the clone wars tried to serve not only the needs of official Republic allies but also citizens that just happened to be in the crossfire and didn´t have the means to defend themselves but also weren´t anyone´s priority. (Example: The farmers, Saw Guerrera, the slaves who were not allies of the republic trapped on Zigeria, etc) and on this Anakin showed he prefered the people, citizens to take matters into their own hands instead of having to depend of the Republic, Senate or Jedi to act. Just give them the tools to do it themselves.

Vader is the opposite, no longer trust the people to make the best choice but he believes of having order for everybody.

This is interesting because I don´t believe Padme or Obi-Wan ever took seriously Anakin´s political ideology and so they didn´t discuss it with him, they just expected him to support them because they were his wife and master respectively but they didn´t ask for his pov either and Anakin didn´t try to talk about this with them, only Palpatine seemed interested in his political ideas and so Anakin didn´t want to create conflict with people he considered family, it was easier to go along with them than fighting with them over the details.

So while I think he sometimes disliked Padme´s role as a senator for the time it took from them as a couple, he knew it was important for her and he wanted to be supportive, he definitely resented the republic and it´s politicians hypocrisy.

Now Vader is perfectly capable of discussing and getting mad with Palpatine over political issues, the main problem is that he is pretty much broken emotionally and so isn´t so willing anymore to try to make changes, just fix what little he sees he can fix but his perspective is a lot more authoritharian than it was when he was young. He belives if he had to fight some rebels to expand the Empire towards the outer rim, take down governments and give them a similar way of life to the core system, including education and work, he is totally going to do that. The end justifies the means for Vader

[littlebumblebeesstuff]

Star Wars Characters - Agere Headcannons

Obi-Wan

- Likes to follow a routine. Set bedtime routine (brush teeth, story time, snuggles). He lets you define it, what does your routine look like etc, but knows that you get frustrated when it is disrupted

- Really good at getting you to burn off energy! Whether letting you play with the 212th (Under his and Cody's supervision) or using the force to 'animate' your toys.

- More suited for 3-6 regressors, but does have a soft spot for babies as he loves to snuggle up with you and Cody

- CG!CodyWan

- Anakin is NOT allowed to babysit

- Visits to the Jedi Gardens

- Tea parties in the council chambers (Mace secretly loves them)

Cody

- VERY focused on a routine- blame his training. Set bedtime routine (brush teeth, story time, snuggles). He likes to plan for everything. Has a folder of 'baby battle plans' on his holopad (details play dates/ activities/ alternative plans due to weather)

- CG!CodyWan

- Will take you to see Rex and the 501st

- Same as Obi-wan, he is more suited for 3-6 regressors, but does love baby snuggles (And you don't try to run away to see Uncle Rex)

- Takes you on outings, beaches/ forests/ markets

- Spoils you behind Obi-wans back

- Looking after you heals his inner child

- **Has regressed a couple of times but only Wolffe and Rex know**

Fox

- despite his gruff attitude, he is a real snuggle bug!

- Loves to nap with you (you help keep his caff intake down and have done wonders for his sleeping schedule)

- Corrie Boys as uncles!

- You get to play with Grizzer!

- Very overprotective. Has cute little bantha bacta patches for your owies.

- Better suited for a toddler regressor as he is really good at getting you (and himself) to burn energy for nap and night time

- WILL use a naughty corner/timeout

- Finds out about the deal you made with Thorn and Thire (they brings you little supplies/ pacis/ stuffies and you give them drawings/ crafts to hang in their office/ homes)

- Fox will intentionally put you into Littlespace if he knows you’re stressed or not doing well

Bad Batch (Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair)

- THE BEST DADDIES

- Hunter and Tech love babies. Tech loves doing sensory activities and will talk on about the laws of hyperspace until you pass out. They appreciate the innocent love that you give them and enjoy the routine and peace you add to their lives.

- Wrecker and Crosshair are better with 3-6 regressors. Wrecker is a big ball of energy which makes for a lot of play time!

- Crosshair and Tech are more strict with rules. Hunter will *try* to have a discussion on why there are rules. Wrecker will always have your side- you are just a baby after all

- They are the most prepared and Tech already knew before you confided in them.

- Crosshair has a secret stash of pacis for you and always has at least 3 in his belt

- Wrecker always has your favourite snacks

- Hunter loves to hold you and rock you to sleep

- They sets up a whole section in the ship for you to have a ‘little corner’ to give you a safe space

Kix

- Always has cute bacta patches

- Lots of fruits and veggies- will bribe the vode so they bring back new fruits and veggies

- Is comfortable with any age regressor, but has a special love for baby regressors (more snuggles, less ouchies)

- Pillow forts

- Will get matching pjs with you and have movie nights

- Same as Fox, he will use the naughty corner if needed

- A bit stricter than others, but he has seen horrible things and wants to protect your innocence

Qui-gon

- The best CG! for baby regressors

- Will carry you all day

- Paci kisses are a must!

- He will take you to the Jedi Gardens and show you all the plants and flowers

- Snuggle time in the crèche

- He will hum songs to help you sleep

- VERY calm

- Loves to meditate while you are napping in his arms

- Uses the force to make your toys play with you

[snapmite1998]

With a primal roar, Anakin charged at Maul, the dark side swirling dangerously around him, a tempest of raw power. Maul merely smirked, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as he anticipated the Jedi's reckless move. Just as Anakin reached him, the air shifted. The Nightsister Great Mothers, shrouded in shadow and whispers, began to chant in a language that sent chills down Anakin's spine.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him ignited, forming a pentagram of emerald fire that encircled him. The flames crackled and danced, blocking his path and freezing him in place. Anakin felt a surge of energy wash over him, a binding force that held him captive within its fiery embrace. He struggled against it, but the flames pulsed with a life of their own, feeding off his anger and despair.

Maul stepped forward, reveling in Anakin's entrapment. "Foolish boy. You think you can save her? You are only sealing her fate by resisting me." He turned away, gesturing to his Nightbrother Blood Guards. "Deal with them."

The dark warriors advanced on Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and Bo-Karan alongside her Mandalorians, their eyes gleaming with malevolence as they brandished their weapons. The air crackled with tension as the Jedi prepared to defend themselves, but Anakin's focus was solely on Maul, who approached him with deliberate, measured steps.

"Your power is magnificent," Maul taunted, his voice smooth like silk but laced with venom. "But it is wasted on a hot tempered child like you." Savage and Feral, who were still standing by the their brother's throne, stood by Maul's side as the Dark Lord grinned at the detained Chosen One. "We have robbed many Jedi of their power, and have grown stronger because of it. Now, we will drain your life force, take your strength, the power given to you by the Force, and with it, we will become unstoppable. Your pain will only strengthen us, and the Sith Triumvirate will be the greatest power in the galaxy!"

Anakin's heart raced as he felt the dark energy coiling around him, threatening to consume him. He closed his eyes, reaching deep within himself for the light that had always guided him. He could feel Padmé's presence, her love igniting a flicker of hope amid the encroaching darkness. With a desperate surge of will, he pushed against the binds of the pentagram, channeling everything he had into breaking free.

"Not today, Maul!" Anakin's voice boomed, echoing with defiance, as he summoned the strength of his connection to the Force, determined to protect his wife and unborn child at all costs. The emerald flames flickered, and for a fleeting moment, he felt the grip of the dark side weaken. But he knew it wouldn't be easy. The battle for his soul was just beginning. "You've taken too much from the people of galaxy, Maul," the flames rising from the pentagram died down before Anakin broke the containment field and stood with his lightsaber drawn, a fire of righteous fury burning in his eyes. "You're going to answer for the atrocities you've committed."

[lieutenant-teach]

‘Master & Apprentice’ book – a Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan story, featuring Rael Averross. From the outside, it looks like a quite Jedi-positive book – it’s written from Jedi’s POV, Jedi are protagonists. But during reading it’s clear that the book is haunted by typical for many Jedi-centric fics and books false takes; more specifically in this book, they are – shitting on the Jedi Council, ‘love vs attachment’ problem, ‘it’s not how the Force works’ problem, repeated fanon interpretations, ‘child-stealing’, and more.

Now on each of the points above. Spoilers ahead.

1.The Jedi Council is depicted (as per our ol’ nice familiar pattern) as full of bureaucrats who allow all bad things in the Galaxy happen (as they probably sip wine in the Temple scrolling holo-pads with space TikTok, I guess). And, of course, Qui-Gon is the only one who remains close to the Force as a True Jedi ™ should. “Qui-Gon knew the Council to be wrong about many things. He felt they’d allowed the Jedi Order to become a sort of chancellor’s police, rather than concentrating on knowing the Force. Yes, they were wise to refuse to rule—but unwise to simply accept the status quo. Short-sighted, to lose touch with the living Force by spending so much of their time and energy on enforcing laws that could as easily be left to civilian authorities. Immoral, to refuse to act against evils such as slavery.” I would be very glad to have it attributed to ��unreliable narrator’, but I haven’t seen it debunked in the book by Qui-Gon himself or anyone else. So I conclude it’s supposed to be ‘the objective truth’.

2. Rael Averross is a very much clear foil of Anakin (was taken too old, has problems with attachments, dangerously reckless – had to kill his Padawan because he ignored the Council protocols). He’s also depicted as ‘so different from the other Jedi because he wears casual clothes & keeps his accent’ – bullshit. Depa Billaba also appears in the book and she wears her traditional make-up! Also others from different SW media have some markings of their cultures – Shaak Ti and Ahsoka wear Togruta headdresses, Luminara and Barriss have whole Mirialan outfits and tattoos, Quinlan also has Qiffar tattoos of his clan, and these are only the most prominent examples. Same as Ayala Secura keeps her Twi’lek accent – so again, Rael isn’t so special. Even within the Council – Mace and Obi-Wan have different accents, and Yoda has a whole different speech pattern.

Of course, the question of ‘love’ is touched heavily upon. Rael claims that the Jedi shouldn’t love – but at the same time he says the Jedi love their Padawans/friends/etc. Choose the stance you stand on, author – can Jedi love or not? Especially taking in consideration that Rael’s attachment to his mistake with his Padawan blinds him to the point he’s ready to sacrifice the planet’s people in favour of ‘righting’ his own past failure attributing it to Fanry. Also, I think Rael confuses ‘love’ and ‘fucking’, claiming Jedi are not allowed to fall in love. What did Obi-Wan say in TCW? “It’s not that we’re not allowed to have these [romantic] feelings, it’s natural”. The Jedi shouldn’t allow feelings cloud their judgement, that’s it. Either the author doesn’t understand it, or Rael.

3. In this book we read the whole prophecy about the Chosen One. Aaand it tells about ‘Jedi sins’ – again this idiotic idea from Legends that Jedi were at fault of their destruction! ‘It will bring balance of light and dark’ – it’s not how the Force works! It’s not Yin/Yang!

4. Dooku didn’t leave the Order because he disagreed with the Jedi! He left because he disagreed with the Senate! Come on, it’s right in the main media! It’s so fucking infuriating when official authors blindly repeat fanon interpretations.

And then some say ‘the books are printed, therefore canonical’. No, if they claim smth that is outright different in canon – they’re ‘paid fanfiction’, nothing more.

5. A weird moment when the child stealing argument is brought up, and not only Qui-Gon doesn’t refute it, but says he didn’t have any voice in choosing the Jedi way of life, although he loves it now. And it’s portrayed as sad and melancholic. So, in my eyes, this book proves that Jedi are ‘baby-stealers who indoctrinate kids’.

6. How old is Qui-Gon? Lucas says 60 in TPM. Wookiepedia – 48 in TPM. The book claims Liam Neeson’s age during TPM – 48, and is set 8 years prior to TPM, as Obi-Wan is said to be 17, so according to the book, Qui-Gon must be 56 in TPM. Who to believe?

The only point I LOVED without any qualms – how Obi-Wan began to hate flying. Awesome story!!!

[hereticpriest]

Mercy Chapter 4: Anakin

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Lots of fluff, discussion of Anakin's mistreatment as a slave, canon-typical violence, mild medical descriptions (I tried to keep it very vague to avoid making anyone uncomfortable), Qui-Gon's actions and their affect on Obi-Wan are discussed, canon divergence goes real hard here. If you think I've missed anything, please do feel free to let me know!

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Chapter 4: Anakin

The Halls of Healing begin with an open, peaceful reception area. Large windows provide natural light, filtered in the evening to avoid distractions. Triage lays beyond the reception area, leading into countless private rooms. There is a room with several bacta tanks and a bacta bath, along with tables for massage to relieve the pain of old injuries. Operatories lay towards the back of the Halls, loaded with medical droids to assist the healers. The Halls were mostly led by Healers who hadn’t made it through their own Jedi training, either by choice or because their skillset lay outside of that of the Jedi, however there were several Jedi Knights and Masters who worked in the Halls either part-time or full-time.

The Halls have been home to you for many years, and you enjoy the peace, interspersed with bouts of excitement. Your commlink beeps sharply, and you answer it with a serene smile on your face. You got to spend your morning doing the younglings first healer visits, and your heart was full from their youthful energy. You were knighted the year prior, passing your trials with little difficulty, and you were excited to take on a Padawan of your own, though you knew you wouldn’t be ready for several years. Nothing could possibly bother you today.

“Mercy, I have a young boy who needs to have a physical.” Obi-Wan’s soft voice chimes over your commlink, and you perk up.

“You always bring me the best gifts, Kenobi. I’m in the Halls. Room 23.” You click off your commlink, attaching it back onto your belt, then head into the pharmacy you’d only just left. Luckily, you hadn’t put away the small basket of vaccinations. As you head back to your room, you open a new chart on your datapad and set it down on the counter. You refresh the bed, pulling the downy-soft blanket you used to comfort younglings from the sterilizer and folding it across the bed. It doesn’t take long before Obi-Wan opens the door to your room, gesturing for a young boy with sandy-blonde hair to go in ahead of him.

“Anakin, this is Mercy. She’s a Jedi Knight, and a Healer.” Obi-Wan introduces you, “Mercy, this is Anakin Skywalker. Master Qui-Gon picked him up on Tatooine.”

You smile kindly, taking in Anakin’s obvious interest in the lightsaber at your hip, and the tail swaying calmly behind you. You pat the top of the bed, “Would you mind hopping up here?”

Anakin does as he’s asked, and Obi-Wan stands in the corner of the room, out of the way to allow you room to work. You go through the basics with Anakin, filling out his chart as best as he can recall. The boy allows you to take a blood draw, eased by the gentle flow of the Force to make it painless, and you find him severely lacking in several nutrients, and even more vaccinations. When you explain in child-friendly terms that he needs a couple of vaccines to keep him safe, he doesn’t protest, though he asks you half a million questions throughout the process. How do you make it painless? How do you heal with the Force? Can all Jedi heal? What does it feel like when you heal someone?

It’s as you’re doing a physical examination to determine the depth of his malnutrition that you feel a hard piece of metal under the boy’s skin, near the back of his neck. You freeze, and Anakin makes eye contact with you briefly, nervous about your reaction. You take a soft breath, crouching in front of Anakin with your hands on his knobby knees.

“Would you like me to take it out?” You ask, and Anakin’s clear blue eyes widen with wonder at the idea.

“Can you do that?” He asks, glancing back at Obi-Wan for confirmation. You nod, and he grasps your arm with his little hand, nodding eagerly, “Please.”

It’s not a particularly difficult procedure, and it's easy enough to heal the wound as quickly as you create it. The slave chip is subsequently destroyed, and you look at Obi-Wan seriously over the boy’s head as you wipe away the tiny drops of blood left over after healing. Your friend looks older, wiser and more serious than he had the last time you saw him. It’s been months. Every time you return home from a mission, he and Qui-Gon have either just headed out on their own, or are leaving shortly after. It didn’t surprise you - Qui-Gon was a sought after Consular, and you were quickly becoming one as well, making your own mark upon the galaxy.

“He needs to see someone. Talk about his feelings.” You say as you pull Obi-Wan to the side while Anakin occupies himself with your datapad.

“Qui-Gon will-”

“Qui-Gon won’t. Neither will the Council. They mean well, but even Qui-Gon in all his rule-breaking wisdom doesn’t deal with his emotions properly. This boy has not been raised among the Jedi - he doesn’t know anything but the world he was raised in. You should’ve told me he was a slave, Obi-Wan. He needs extra care. Stars, I can’t believe - has Qui-Gon told him that he thinks he’s the chosen one? The weight of that on his little shoulders…” You dig your palms into your eye sockets, then take a deep, calming breath.

“He hasn’t yet, though Qui-Gon told him he was going to be a Jedi, against my cautioning. The Council will never allow it.” Obi-Wan explains, his gaze drifting over to where the boy was unscrewing the back cover of your datapad. You notice, but allow it. You’ve got more than one, and Anakin needs the distraction.

“His training is not my concern, Obi, I care only for his well-being. He’s only nine. He shouldn’t be raised with the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders, whether he’s the chosen one or not. He’s just a boy who misses his mother.” You sigh, leaning your shoulder briefly against Obi-Wan’s, then part from him to approach the youngling.

“You’ll be leaving soon, Anakin. Would you mind putting that back together for me, sprout?” You ask gently, and he gives you a smile bright as the sun. You’d felt his flicker of nervousness that you would reprimand him, and his instant relaxation when he realized you weren’t upset. He begins to put the datapad back together, and you smooth his hair back out of his eyes as you pass him to get a couple of nutrient-rich meal bars and shakes from your cupboard. You hand them over to Obi-Wan, who hesitates as he takes them.

“He needs to have either a bar or a shake with every meal. Three meals a day minimum, with at least two healthy snacks. He needs to put some weight on. Tell Qui-Gon that if Anakin hasn’t gained 6 kilograms by his next physical, I will hold him personally accountable.” You insist, hands sternly on your hips. Obi-Wan smiles fondly at you, and you flick your ears with irritation, cheeks hot. You’re torn from your embarrassment by thin arms wrapping around your waist, and your tail curls automatically around Anakin as he hugs you, holding him protectively to ensure he doesn’t fall. You smooth his hair back again, then poke the tip of his nose.

“Be good. Listen to Obi-Wan more than Qui-Gon - he’s the sensible one of the two of them. Unless he’s being boring, in which case you can certainly listen to Qui-Gon instead.” You tease playfully, “I’ll see you soon for a follow-up, sprout.”

Anakin hides a smile at the nickname, moving to Obi-Wan’s side and holding onto the edge of his robes as they leave the Halls of Healing together. You watch them until they’re gone from your sight, then sigh, closing your eyes to lean into the embrace of the Force.

“Take care of them for me.” You whisper into the ether, unaware of the interesting future before you.

~

“He set me aside.”

His hair is too short to run your fingers through properly, but you do your best, gently massaging his scalp. You’re curled up on the settee in the living room of your chambers, Obi-Wan’s head in your lap, his fist clenched in the fabric of your robes. His emotions are warring, but here in the safety of your room, he can allow himself to feel and process them without judgement.

“He said I was ready for the trials. I-I felt ready until he said it. He does not put me forward for the trials because I am ready, but rather, so he can train the boy. The chosen one.”

It’s said bitterly, and halfheartedly. Obi-Wan has slowly been cooling off in your embrace, the gentle weight of your tail curled around his stomach helping to soothe him. Your left hand rests in his hair, your right clasped with his, wrist-to-wrist. You haven’t held him this close since you were children, and it eases an ache in your heart you didn’t even know you had.

“You are ready for the trials, Obi-Wan, however it should have been a decision you made with Qui-Gon, not a decision made without your input. Qui-Gon made a mistake, as all Masters do. I’m sure he will apologize when he realizes the error of his ways.” You murmur, tracing your finger along the shell of his ear. He sighs, rolling over to face you and burying his face in your stomach.

“We leave for Naboo tonight. The Queen means to reclaim her homeworld, and we’ve been instructed to go with her to protect her.” Obi-Wan mumbles into your tummy. You hum, tracing your fingers over his Padawan braid and watching him shiver at the attention. It was surprisingly intimate to touch someone’s Padawan braid, and you expected him to reprimand you, but he only leaned into your touch.

“Would it make you feel better to know that I’ll be joining you to Naboo?” You ask, and you feel Obi-Wan stiffen in your lap, his Force signature bright as a star.

“Truly?” He asks as he sits up, and you laugh softly, nodding.

“I asked my old Master, and he convinced Master Yoda and Master Windu that I would be an asset for my healing ability if nothing else. What would you do if the Queen were injured, after all?” You grin conspiratorially, and Obi-Wan gives a happy sigh, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s almost time. I should get ready to go.” Obi-Wan says with a hint of whine to his voice, drawing another chuckle from you.

“Go on, dear. I’ll see you soon.”

You feel him melt against you at the term of endearment, and vow to use it more often if that’s the effect it's going to have.

~

Naboo is a beautiful planet. Green and lush and full of life. You feel full of the Force here, even as the impressive - but in your opinion, far too young - Queen Amidala leads you through the streets of her capital city. Droids and despair line the streets like a plague. You’re furious to find Qui-Gon appears to intend to just bring Anakin along and hope he doesn’t get shot, though you know the Jedi Master would protect the boy with his life. You’re being overly critical, defensive in the wake of Obi-Wan’s pain.

Together, you make swift work of the droids in the hangar, and the pilots fly off in their fighters. You hesitate to leave Anakin alone in the fighter, but you tell him to close the cockpit and crouch down if anyone comes in, the Force whispering at your back to have faith. The doors to the rest of the palace open, and before you stands Darth Maul, the Sith Obi-Wan had encountered with Qui-Gon on Tatooine. He’s a red-skinned Zabrak with black markings, and you wonder briefly if the Sith specifically sought him out because he looked evil, and if he would have even had the propensity for evil if he hadn’t been born looking the way he did. Was it nature or nurture that made Maul who he was?

You launch yourself forwards, the Makashi opening coming so naturally to you you barely even realize you have reverted to your old form. Your blade catches Maul’s as it is about to slice Obi-Wan’s thigh, and you growl at the Sith, baring your sharp canines at him in a threat display you hadn’t used since Daiyu. He clashes with Qui-Gon, then back to you, and your riposte makes him swirl away from you to gain distance. Obi-Wan fills that gap, and you continue to drive him back together as a triad. Between two Ataru wielders, your Makashi form finds purchase, until you hear a clanky rolling sound.

“Droidekas.” You curse, force pushing Maul back, then spinning on your heels to face the new threat and protect your allies, “both of you, stay in one piece while I take care of them.”

Separated, you do your best to keep their force signatures in mind as you face off against the countless droidekas that have rolled into the room on various platforms. You feel Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s struggle through the force, only feet away from you, but you are useless to help them at the moment. You have the advantage over the droidekas in such a tight space, but they have numbers, and two on higher floors harrang you from above, keeping you on the defensive.

Ray shields.

Your spine stiffens, and your ears twitch as you feel the pull of the Force against you, and swing your head to see Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Darth Maul approaching a long corridor. Obi-Wan is further back, and he gets caught in between the last ray shields while Maul stands in the wider chamber beyond the corridor, and Qui-Gon kneels patiently one shield behind him. You force push a droideka off the platform it’s on when it nearly gets you in the hip, batting away blaster fire as you watch your companions desperately.

Something hangs in the balance here. You have an awful feeling deep in your gut, and you can’t look away. The ray shields open one by one, and Qui-Gon meets Maul’s sabre with ease. Obi-Wan runs, and you see it happening - the ray shields are closing, and Obi-Wan will be cut off. As skilled as Qui-Gon is, no one has faced a Sith in a thousand years, and Ataru is not necessarily the best form for lightsaber to lightsaber combat. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will not be able to do it by himself. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will die.

No, he won’t.

You reach out, grasping at the shield generator on one side of the corridor as Obi-Wan races towards the circular chamber at the end. A roar rips its way from your throat as a blaster bolt tears its way through your side, but you focus on your goal single-mindedly, and you rip the shield generator open long enough for Obi-Wan to get through. You clutch your side with your left hand, swirling your lightsaber around your hand, then leap across to the nearest platform. Close-combat is not the speciality of a droideka, and you rip your way through them now, fueled by the sound of blood rushing in your ears, and a rightness in the Force with what you’ve done.

“No!” You hear Obi-Wan shout, but you don’t have time to turn and look. No one is dead, and that’s enough. You can work with ‘not dead’. You were about to begin to heal yourself as you tear the last droideka apart, but instead choose to save your strength. You’ll need it for whatever injury Qui-Gon has sustained, and it wouldn’t be the first or the last time you fought injured in order to heal someone else.

In a rush, the blackness seeping through the Force rushes away, and you jump back down to the platform leading into the ray shield corridor. You catch yourself when you stumble, clutching your side a little tighter as you approach your fellow Jedi.

“Very impressive, my young Padawan.” Qui-Gon praises shakily, and you smile at the relief on Obi-Wan’s face as he clutches his Master in his lap. There’s a slice into Qui-Gon’s hip, and you frown as you approach, clipping your lightsaber to your hip.

“I told you to stay in one piece, Qui-Gon Jinn.” You scold the older man, and he smiles weakly, brushing his fingers across Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“Technically, I am in one piece.” He replies, and you roll your eyes, crouching beside them.

“Barely.” Your retort is soft, and you place your hand against his hip, closing your eyes. The Force comes to you as readily as it always does when you wish to heal, and you knit flesh and Force together, encouraging Qui-Gon’s cells to repair the damage. The stiffness in his frame eases, and he relaxes into Obi-Wan’s arms, breathing out a sigh of relief. It will take time to fully heal, but you’ve eased his pain and begun the process. You slip a bacta patch from your med pouch and apply it carefully, then grab another for yourself, pulling your cloak out of the way to expose the ragged tear in both your robes and your torso.

“Mercy-” Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon begin to scold you in unison, but you cut them both off with a look as you apply the bacta patch to your skin.

“A thank you will suffice.” You retort, getting to your feet and holding out your hand to Qui-Gon, “Together, Obi-Wan. We should find our way to the Queen.”

You’re met with a glare, but he helps you lift his Master, and the three of you begin to make your way back through the halls of the palace. The sound of cheers reaches your ears, and you puff out a sigh of relief, silently thanking the Force for guiding you to this moment. In the hangar, you find Anakin clambering out of a fighter with carbon scoring and hints of blaster fire.

“Stars above, I’ve been saddled with keeping three menaces alive.” You grouse, and both Master and Padawan sheepishly laugh beside you, “Sprout! Are you alright?”

Anakin beams when he sees you all, though his face falls in concern when he notices you holding Qui-Gon up. He races to you, clearly failing to see you were also injured as he slams bodily into you, arms locking around your waist and face buried in your stomach. You bite back the wince, allowing Obi-Wan to take more of Qui-Gon’s weight so that you can put your arms around the boy.

“Are you okay Master Qui-Gon?” he asks, and the older Jedi reaches out a hand to ruffle the boy’s hair fondly.

“I will be fine, Ani. Tell us all about your adventure while we find the Queen.” he instructs, and you walk together as the boy begins to weave a wild tale of starfights and flying inside of an exploding battleship. You think you have at least one heart attack by the time the story is done, and Obi-Wan doesn’t look much better.

[tideswept]

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Tatooinian Glass Artist Canon Divergence Obikin AU

(ok, that was a mouthful, but you'll understand in a second. Also, shoutout to @grapenehifics for putting the idea of glass into my head.) Glass is extremely important in Tatooinian culture, both for the slaves and the slavers. Sand is one of the few things they're in abundance of, so once upon a time, they thrived as crafters. But when demand for their craft died, so did the workshops, the artists--after all, making glass takes water, and that's not something they can waste.

So most glass is passed from long ago, or made in very tiny quantities. The knowledge is forgotten, and the tools simply don't exist.

Enter Anakin, who, incidentally, is a child of the Force who can blast pure concentrated energy enough to melt sand. It's fun. It's pretty! He gifts his first piece to his mother. Then to the other slaves. Finally, a good use for sand, he thinks proudly every time someone is overjoyed when he slips the glass into their hand.

But the glass bits that Anakin creates aren't simply glass; they're Force-attuned glass. Not in the way kyber is, not that strong, but the potential is there.

And it's in the hands of a small slave boy doing it for fun.

Eventually, Shmi realizes that her son's creations are dangerous. Both ideologically and quite literally. Glass, to the people of Tatooine, means prosperity. It means worth of the sea that surrounds them. It means a life before there were slavers oppressing them.

And not to put a fine point on it, but it doesn't take much engineering to turn Anakin's glass into a weapon.

They can use this to fight back.

Several years later, the Hutts are dead. Tatooine outlaws slavery. Then the Clone Wars start, which doesn't make them happy. They didn't just win their freedom only to be ground under the heel of war.

Their elected leader, Shmi Skywalker, contacts the Order. She has a proposition for them. Something they'd be very interested in looking into.

And she sends a small, perfectly round marble that shines like a supernova in the Force.

General Kenobi and his Padawan are sent to Tatooine to speak with Skywalker. Where did she get this? How is it possible? Shmi is not willing to divulge anything she doesn't have to without negotiating first. If the Order wants to know the secret behind the glass, she has demands.

Obi-Wan reluctantly agrees. The Order has to understand what this is before the Separatists discover it. And upon the deal being sealed, he meets Master Glasssmith Anakin Skywalker--Shmi's gorgeous, snarky, intensely curious (and just plain intense) son, who can create beautiful Force-attuned glass with Force-lightning, stars preserve them.

(is this anything?)