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Neat.

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I'm sorry but what the actual fuck-

He's my favorite Disney princess fr

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I-

Okay but the fact Obi-Wan broke Vader’s left half of the helmet and Ahsoka broke the right half in Rebels… Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, together, they could have destroyed the helmet entirely and freed Anakin from Vader - which gives this line from tcw so much more impact. I am unwell.

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Anakin (quietly, breaking the silence):

Where are you?

Obi-Wan (equally quiet):

At the Temple.

Anakin:

The terrace?

Obi-Wan (nods, then replies):

At the terrace.

Anakin (a beat, then):

Why?

Obi-Wan:

Why what, Anakin?

Anakin:

Why did you kiss me?

(Silence. Obi-Wan closes his eyes for a moment, shifts slightly.)

Obi-Wan:

We use this secure channel for mission updates, not—

not for this.

Anakin (firm, unyielding):

I’m not giving you the damn mission report until you answer me.

Obi-Wan (strained, steady):

Anakin, this is not—

Anakin (interrupting, voice tight with something between hurt and desperate curiosity):

Why did you kiss me on the battlefield?

Obi-Wan:

Give me the report, Anakin. Or I’ll cut the call.

Anakin:

You would have me dead just to escape answering.

(There’s a pause. The comm hums softly. The moon behind Obi-Wan shifts behind a cloud.)

Obi-Wan (finally, voice low — barely above a breath):

I thought I lost you.

(Silence. And then something changes in Anakin. Not triumph. Something more dangerous. More stubborn.)

Anakin (soft, almost reverent):

You kissed me because you thought I was gone.

Did you mean it?

Obi-Wan (a whisper now, frayed):

This is not—

Anakin (cutting in):

Answer the question and I’ll give you the karking mission report.

Just one question, Master.

Did. You. Mean it?

(A long, thick silence. Then:)

Obi-Wan (quiet, fragile, but true):

You know I did.

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WIP

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Imperial Intelligence Director Kenobi

Rank: Director of Imperial Intelligence (equivalent in authority to a Grand Admiral, reporting directly to Lord Vader)

Codename: Ironhand

Clearance Level: Crimson Shadow

Station: Executor-class Star Dreadnought “Vigilance”

Official Function: High Command operative overseeing covert intelligence, internal affairs, and force-sensitive asset containment.

Unofficial Function: Double agent embedded within the Empire, working to dismantle it from within.

Once a celebrated Jedi Master, now a ghost clad in dark gray and black, Director Kenobi moves like a shadow through the halls of Imperial power. His command is unquestioned; his gaze alone has silenced entire squads. With Vader’s trust—and the Empire’s fear—he is a weapon honed not with brutality, but with cold precision.

His true allegiance remains buried beneath layers of steel, blood, and duty.

(To an officer who hesitates to follow orders)

"I told you once. I will not repeat myself. The orders came from Lord Vader’s own breath—defy them, and you’ll answer to his saber, not mine. But you won’t make it that far. You’re under my command now. That means you do not think. You do not question. You execute."

"Next time, if you hesitate, I will consider it treason. Now move."

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Clone Wars intro guy:

WAR ON HOLD!

After the fires of Mustafar, Jedi heroes Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi vanish!

On Naboo’s Lake Country, under borrowed names, they raise the twins in secret!

But shadows gather as the galaxy turns—peace is fragile, hope hard-won!

Today, beneath a gentle sun, a hidden family dares to breathe.

Special thanks to: @melisssart for being a wonderful guide.

Shout out to Obi-Wan Bee Gees era.

Yep, they're....

Staying Alive.

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WIP

Also shout out to Obi-Wan having his post-war Bee Gees era!

Mustafar didn't end with limb loss and they're raising the twins together.

I'm going into another cry/draw/choke/sob session.

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Me: Holy....

Anakin: ... shit.

pov: you walk into the training room in the jedi temple

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“The Suns-Down Lounge,” a smoky, velvet-walled nightclub on a bustling mid-rim world. A single spotlight lingers on the runway-stage where “Annie Sky”—newcomer in a fuchsia gown, dripping with faux kyber—has just finished a sultry rendition of “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend.”

At the back of the room, owner Ben “Obi-Wan” Kenobi reclines in an ox-blood armchair, cigarette smoldering, a half-swirled glass of Alderaanian red in hand.

On-stage glance — footlights dimming

Anakin (gliding a bow, eyes locked):

Well, boss … did I sing the lights out, or just your good sense?

Obi-Wan (Ben, voice lower than he intended, half-dreamy):

The lights are stubborn, Sweetheart.

It’s my judgment that went soft around the edges.

(Anakin’s grin widens, catching the new pet name.)

Backstage — brick corridor, trumpet solo bleeding through the curtain

(Ben leans there, hat brimming his eyes; he’s pretending to be patient. Anakin’s gown sashays into the hush like a whispered dare.)

Ben (a gentle rasp, almost fond):

Door says Private, Sweetheart. Most folks heed the ink.

Anakin (slow spin, hips announcing every note):

A tight dress walks through ink like rain on chalk.

And this sway? Makes the sign a pleasant rumor.

Ben (exhales smoke, gaze skating the satin in open admiration):

Rumor, yes …

Doors, hearts, even the odd checkpoint—all at your mercy tonight.

Anakin (stepping close until perfume and smoke mingle):

Then bet on me.

Give me the center slot, drip-free ceiling, my name in lights—

and I’ll pack this joint tighter than a smuggler’s hold.

Ben (dreamy laugh; he can’t tear his eyes away):

Fill the house and keep the Imps asleep, and you’ll have chandeliers for plumbing.

Miss a note, and not even that gown will charm the fire exit.

(He raises the cigarette; Anakin’s gloved hand steals it, their fingers grazing.)

Anakin (draws once, lips ghosting the filter Ben just kissed):

Risk tastes better shared.

(He exhales; smoke halos Ben’s hat brim. Then, with languid mischief, he snares a loose copper curl, twirls it slow, and lets it spring back.)

Anakin (returning the cigarette, voice a promise):

Keep that lit for me, Darling Ben.

I’d hate for you to miss the spark when the fuse hits daylight.

(He pivots away—hips in deliberate slow swing—shoots one last satisfied smile, and disappears into the rising roar of the encore.)

Ben (soft, almost a sigh, watching smoke writhe through the halo of stage-light spill):

Sweetheart, you’re going to set the whole sky burning …

Band swells, curtain lifts, and Ben’s pulse keeps the new tempo.

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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYY-YYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD

someone write this please-

*Goes to write it paralleling the original material*

lightsaber fights are cool and all but what if their souls intertwined in the astral plane

in reference to this scene from arcane:

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Wait...

That's Anakin and Obi-wan right?

Right?

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Satine: So... You are Obi-Wan's...?

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#I was inspired again...

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Oh shut the fuck up and leave me the fuck alone-

i’m going to throw up

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I would kill to see some after sex Obi-Wan Kenobi...

I'm sorry but the Galaxy needs it so I'll be direct about thisssss!!!

He intends to enjoy the aftermath, thoroughly..

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Obi-Wan #4 - “The Sun Sets and it Rises” (2022)

written by Christopher Cantwell art by Madibek Musabekov & Sebastian Cheng