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Learning You

Obi-Wan Kenobi x f!reader

Tags smut, fluff, christmas, There Was Only One Bed (well i mean technically five but that doesn’t matter), unprotected piv sex, mutual pining, sleep intimacy, modern au, alcohol consumption but they’re not intoxicated during sex, no y/n

Word count 5.1k

You’ve been friends with Anakin Skywalker for years now, and one of the perks of that status is the annual invitation to his family Christmas get-together, one which you always take up. This year, it’s being held at Anakin’s cousin’s house; the cousin on whom you’ve had a secret crush for what feels like forever. Fitting everyone in proves to be quite a task, however, and the sleeping arrangements may just prove to resolve your long-held feelings believed to be unrequited.

ao3

“You’re coming for family Christmas this year, right?” Anakin says to you over the phone.

“Of course. I’ll come every year until I'm forcibly removed from the guest list.”

Every year, the extended Skywalker family gets together for four days over Christmas, staying at a different family member’s house each year to enjoy the festivities. You’ve been going for several years now; you and Anakin became fast friends in your third year of university, and upon realising that you didn’t have anyone back home with whom you could spend Christmas, Anakin invited you to spend it with his family instead. Luckily, they all seemed to like you, so you’ve received another invitation every year since, and it’s something you always look forward to.

“Great. It’s at Obi-Wan’s again, so sleeping arrangements are going to be fun, but you should be fine as long as Ahsoka isn’t bringing Barriss.”

You hum. As much as you love Obi-Wan’s townhouse which is actually deceptively large inside (thank goodness for attics and cellars), there will be at least seven people there and ‘only’ five bedrooms for everyone. That means there will be room space for Dooku, Shmi, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Anakin, and there’s space for an air mattress in one of the rooms as well. Now, you definitely don’t mind sharing with Ahsoka — you’ve done it before, after all — but her relationship with Barriss is getting more serious and you’re aware that it’s at least a possibility that she’ll come too. So what would that mean for you?

“Hey, worst comes to worst I’ll just sleep on the sofa,” you say, although already, alternate ideas are running through your head for what you could do.

“I’m sure Obi-Wan won’t let it come to that. You’ll be fine.”

Fine. You sure hope you will be as the two of you end the phone call, but any time spent with Obi-Wan Kenobi always leaves you anything but fine. He’d been gorgeous the first Christmas you spent with the family — that one happening at Dooku’s Very Large Fancy house, wherein bed sharing was never going to be a worry — and he was still gorgeous last month when you saw him for Ahsoka’s birthday party. But it goes beyond just his pristine appearance; Obi-Wan is one of the first people outside of a purely academic setting with whom you could gush about your interests and have an animated conversation partner. He’s smart, and kind, and you find yourself sighing dreamily just thinking about him before you can stop yourself.

Okay, it would be kind of a guilty dream to share a bed with Obi-Wan. Your rational side knows that nothing would ever happen between the two of you — Obi-Wan would never see you in that way — but you can’t help but yearn for it all the same. And as much as you try to push the thought away in the days between the conversation with Anakin and actually arriving at Obi-Wan’s house, you don’t really succeed at getting it out of your head.

When you do get there, it turns out you’re the first to arrive out of everyone, even Dooku and Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan greets you cheerfully at the door, face lighting up at the sight of you before showing you into his very nicely decorated, recently renovated living room which you spend the first minute or so just looking at. He’s wearing a dark green shirt — presumably to get in the festive mood — with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his arms look so good that you have to tear your eyes away from the man so as not to stare at him.

“How have you been?” Obi-Wan asks, as you have a look at the tree ornaments.

“Good, thank you. Busy.” You pause. “Who painted this?”

Obi-Wan comes over to look at the ceramic bauble, painted haphazardly with splashes of green and red that gives off an altogether brown effect. “Oh, that was Ahsoka when she was younger. She did several, everyone in the family has one — I’m just the only one she hasn’t convinced to stop putting it up.”

You laugh. “Nice. How’s your life currently?”

Obi-Wan shrugs. “Very uneventful, I’m afraid, aside from the redecoration of the house. The students seem to have been very boring this past term, and there’s not exactly been any faculty gossip either.”

“That’s a shame,” you say, and it is; you do rather enjoy hearing from Obi-Wan about all of the drama going on with his students and fellow teachers. He teaches classical languages at some fancy private school, and some of the things the kids get up to are ridiculous. “So- I was just wondering what the sleeping arrangements are going to be,” you say. Your curiosity has only piqued recently, since hearing that Ahsoka will in fact be bringing Barriss along with her.

“Ah, yes,” Obi-Wan says, sounding somewhat sheepish. “I need to talk to you about that. We’re rather- full, and I don’t want to force you to sleep on the sofa for several nights, so… well. Would you be comfortable sharing with me?” You don’t immediately respond, mostly from the shock of your secret wish actually coming true, and Obi-Wan seems to take your silence as reluctance. “You don’t have to, of course, but sofas aren’t comfortable, and the only other double bed is for Anakin and Padmé, and mine’s king-size so there’ll be plenty of space-”

“It’s absolutely fine, Obi-Wan,” you say, sounding a lot calmer than you feel. “I’m not uncomfortable with it if you aren’t.”

Obi-Wan sighs, and he sounds almost relieved. “Great. That makes everything a lot easier. Do you want to bring your things up to my room?”

“Sure,” you say, and you’re led up a few flights of stairs to Obi-Wan’s bedroom. It’s in the attic of the house, with some nice skylights and an en-suite, and you quietly appreciate this glimpse into Obi-Wan’s private life. There’s a very small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and a desk that looks mostly unused aside from for storage, and your eyes are drawn to a large map of the world on the wall, looking slightly stylistic. “Oh- I have that map in just the same style,” you comment, and Obi-Wan smiles. “No small silver Christmas tree, though.”

“What a shame that your decor is so lacking,” Obi-Wan says, making you laugh a little.

“My deepest apologies. Could I possibly use the bathroom and get changed, please?” You ask.

“Of course. I’ll leave you to it up here, just come back down whenever you’re ready.”

“Great, thank you,” you say, and watch as Obi-Wan leaves you in his bedroom. It’s nice, you think to yourself, that he trusts you enough to leave you alone in his room, and you decide not to spend too long there and get ready quite quickly.

By the time you get back downstairs, Dooku and Qui-Gon have arrived. They usually travel together, living quite close to one another, and they both greet you with a smile. A few years ago, this would have made you feel rather awkward, what with Anakin not being here — particularly given you used to be quite scared of Dooku — but all members of the family have, at one point, accepted you into their fold, and you manage to join the conversation quite easily, noticing the quiet orchestral music that Obi-Wan must have put on in the time you were getting changed.

Anakin and Padmé arrive half an hour after Dooku and Qui-Gon do, and the conversation splits off into smaller groups, as it tends to do when there are more of you present. You wind up talking to Obi-Wan again, who is sitting next to you on the sofa, and it isn’t long before you both find yourself returning to your favourite topic, that of languages.

When you first met Obi-Wan, he was just an intimidatingly handsome private school teacher around whom you were always very awkward. You wanted to talk to him, but you didn’t know how, and it wasn’t until partway through the second Christmas gathering — another one at Obi-Wan’s house, pre-renovation at that time — that Anakin pointed out your shared love for language, and the two of you clicked. Every time the two of you converse, it’s practically a given that at some point, discussion will circle back to languages, typically of the classical kind. And you’re never going to complain about it.

You’re eventually interrupted by the doorbell ringing, and Obi-Wan pauses the conversation to answer the door. Shmi, Ahsoka and Barriss have arrived, bags in tow, and Shmi apologises for them being later than expected.

“Ahsoka managed to lose four different things and refused to leave without them. She was adamant they weren’t packed, but when we finally convinced her to check, where were they?” Shmi sighs, but she doesn’t seem too annoyed. “Anyway. Barriss, this is my father, Dooku, and Qui-Gon, my brother.”

The two men say hello, and Barriss returns the greeting, smiling somewhat awkwardly. You empathise with feeling slightly out of place, but hopefully given Barriss has met the rest of you several times, she’ll get settled in quite quickly. Especially whenever Obi-Wan decides to bring out his selection of very nice wines that you spot in a cupboard, remembering them from last time.

Obi-Wan goes to the kitchen to prepare tea, and you’re caught up in Padmé’s conversation with Shmi and Dooku. They’re asking about her pregnancy; she’s a few months in, and now that more people know, they’re getting more excited.

“Well, Anakin and I haven’t told anyone this yet, but-” Padmé pauses a second, ducking her head a little and smiling. “I went for my first ultrasound last week, and we’re having twins!”

Shmi gapes. “Twins?”

Ahsoka, who had previously been having a completely separate conversation, also seems shocked. “You’re having twins?” she asks loudly.

There’s a rustling noise from the kitchen, and Obi-Wan emerges within seconds. “Twins!”

Ahsoka faux groans. “Oh no, not two little Anakins. The idea of one more was bad enough.”

You smile at Padmé, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Maybe not two little Anakins, but two little Padmés wouldn’t be too bad. I’m happy for you.”

“As am I,” Obi-Wan says. “As long as it doesn’t mean I’m saddled with twice the babysitting duties during the holidays.”

“As if I’d trust you with my kids, Obi-Wan,” Anakin jokes, and everyone laughs. Personally, you would guess that Obi-Wan would be very good with younger children, even if he prefers to teach older ones, and the thought of him looking after them makes you die a little on the inside.

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “Either way,” he says, “This calls for celebration!” And he reaches into his alcohol cabinet, brandishing one of the bottles of wine. “And I’ve even got some alcohol-free for you, Padmé,” he adds. He pours everyone a glass before returning to his cooking, promising that it will be finished shortly.

When it is finished, everyone eats where they’re already sitting — you only really do the formal settings on Christmas Day, and it’s not even Christmas Eve yet — and the atmosphere is its usual cheerful self. Obi-Wan joins the pregnancy conversation, asking questions about where the kids will be sleeping, and decorations, promising to help decorate the nursery if Padmé wants.

“Most of the renovations were done by proper people, but I did learn to paint and build a cabinet or two,” he says. “Even if I managed to break a vase in the process.”

Padmé laughs. “Well. As long as you don’t wind up doing anything to break the babies, then I’ll appreciate your help.”

“When are you going to properly start shopping for things?” you ask.

“Well, we’ve bought a few odd things here and there in the excitement,” Padmé admits, “But nothing yet. Probably in a few weeks. You’re more than welcome to join, if you’d like.”

You smile. You really like Padmé. At first, you felt slightly awkward when Anakin got into a serious relationship. You’ve never had feelings for him yourself — you have, after all, spent a rather large portion of your friendship with a shameful crush on his older cousin — but people make comments, and you were worried that Anakin’s partner would be jealous of you and try to split you apart. But Padmé has never done that; she recognises that your bond is purely platonic, and the two of you have built up your own friendship over the course of their being together. “That sounds lovely.”

The glass of wine, which quickly turns into multiple, makes you rather tipsy. The same goes for everyone else aside from Padmé, and you find yourself and Obi-Wan getting more comfortable next to each other. His sofa isn’t exactly small, but Anakin and Padmé are sitting on it too so it’s a bit of a squeeze, meaning you and Obi-Wan don’t really have much of a choice in your proximity. But after a while, the two of you stop trying to keep up any pretence of space, and practically wind up leaning into one another.

Dooku and Shmi head off to bed first, freeing up some space on the other sofa which Anakin and Padmé go to take up. You and Obi-Wan take advantage of the extra space, yes, but you still wind up sitting very close to one another, deeply absorbed once more into your earlier conversation. Bit by bit everyone else leaves, until it’s only the two of you, Anakin, and Padmé, and you all start talking about the plans for the rest of the stay.

“I was thinking of keeping things relatively relaxed,” Obi-Wan says. “Try to avoid the typical Christmas stress. Maybe get a takeaway tomorrow.”

Anakin laughs. “You just don’t want to cook again, do you?”

“Am I really that transparent? I must admit, though I stocked up, I am rather worried about the possibility of not having quite enough food for everyone.”

“Well. As long as there’s enough wine!” you say, raising your recently refilled glass. The others do so too, and Obi-Wan clinks your glasses together. You both share a look that makes your heart jump in your chest, Obi-Wan’s gaze flicking down to your lips for just a second, and you have to tear your gaze away. Though he’s also rather intoxicated, Anakin narrows his eyes at you like he’s assessing you both, and you just raise your eyebrows. You’d shrug, but Obi-Wan’s arm is around your shoulders, and you don’t want him to think you’re trying to get him to move.

Anakin and Padmé leave relatively soon afterwards, and then it’s just you and Obi-Wan. Though there’s still music playing in the background, the room feels oddly quiet, with a strange sort of tension you haven’t felt in a long time. You try to think of things to say, but as easy as conversation has been for the rest of the evening, you’re suddenly stumped. You keep sharing more looks, and though you desperately want to believe that Obi-Wan could possibly be returning your feelings, you’re terrified of putting yourself out there.

“So- do you like the renovations?” Obi-Wan eventually asks, and you’re grateful for the new topic of conversation.

“Yeah, I do. The house feels so different from the last time I was here.”

“I did want a change. It was so dark before. And it was fun to be able to redecorate.”

“I bet. I love decorating.”

“Well. Perhaps you can join the nursery-decorating crew,” Obi-Wan suggests with a grin.

You smile back at him. “I’d love to. As long as I don’t have to operate a power drill.”

“Ah, they’re fine. I can teach you how to use one.”

You raise your eyebrows. “What, would I have to call you Mr Kenobi as well?”

He laughs. “Not unless you want to.” It takes you both a few seconds to realise the possible connotations of his words, and you feel blood rush to your cheeks at the suggestion. Obi-Wan ducks his head. “Oops.”

It’s your turn to laugh, which quickly turns into a yawn. “Okay, I think that’s my signal that I should go to bed. I don’t want to be too tired tomorrow.”

“Good idea,” he says.

You both stand, thankfully not stumbling as you make your way up the stairs to the attic bedroom. “Damn, I don’t know how you’d manage these stairs if you were more drunk than this.”

“I- don’t, really,” Obi-Wan admits. “There used to be a lovely plant pot right here, but it turns out it couldn’t take my body weight.”

You laugh, but try to do so quietly so as to not wake anyone up — several people are probably sleeping by now, and you don’t want anyone to be disturbed. You’re rather glad to be on the top floor, so there aren’t any doors you have to walk past before you reach the bedroom.

Obi-Wan lets you take the bathroom first, and once he goes to brush his teeth you get into bed. It’s very comfortable, and it is quite big, so you wouldn’t have to worry about space too much. Obi-Wan finishes in the bathroom quite quickly, and when he emerges he is no longer wearing a shirt. You try not to stare as he walks over to turn off the light, rather grateful for the darkness if it means staring isn’t an option for you anymore.

“Is it comfortable?” He asks, once he’s joined you in bed.

“Yeah, thank you. Very comfortable.”

You’re not quite sure what to say again, nor are you sure exactly how to position yourself. Obi-Wan settles on his back, so you lay down on your side, facing away from him. You try not to think too much about the warmth that you can feel from the other side of the bed, something that you haven’t felt in such a long time, and if it weren’t for the tired haze that comes from your remaining intoxication, it would have taken you much longer to fall asleep.

You awake slightly, only halfway to proper consciousness, a little while later. You can’t quite focus on anything, but there’s something very warm and inviting behind you, just across the mattress. You mindlessly shuffle back into the feeling, pressing against a warm body which seems to be oriented towards your back, and immediately feel more comfortable.

A few seconds later, and what must be arms wrap around your torso, pulling you even closer to the warmth. Your brain appreciates more contact, feeling safe in this embrace, and it isn’t long before you drift off to sleep again.

Another few hours pass, and you find yourself waking up while in the middle of moving. You must’ve been shifting into a different position while you slept, but when you continue to move as you wake up, you realise you’re being blocked by something. There are arms around you, arms which pull you closer even as you’re moving, and your heart begins to race as you realise that they are Obi-Wan Kenobi’s arms. They feel so nice around you — he really does feel as strong as he looks — and you’re about to settle down again when you feel something pressing against you.

You completely stiffen, and it seems as though that is what wakes up the man next to you. He, too, takes a few seconds to realise what’s happened as you turn over to look at him before he swallows. “Shit- sorry, let me-” He goes to move his arms, and their absence makes you feel oddly sad. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise what I was doing.”

“It- it’s fine.” You feel blood rush to your cheeks again, as you will yourself to be honest for the first time. “I actually quite liked it.”

“Are you sure? The last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable.” Obi-Wan sounds strange, saying such a coherent sentence while his voice is still deep and scratchy from sleep, and you smile at him.

“Obi-Wan, I never feel uncomfortable around you. I like you. A lot.”

“Oh,” is all he says, and for a second you think you’ve gone too far, and then he moves to turn on the lamp at his bedside table. “I like you a lot too, sweetheart.”

“That- is quite a relief.”

You’ve both turned to face each other now, taking in each other’s faces freely for the first time. You’re no longer intoxicated, and the sleepy haze is quickly lifting, and you’re realising just how much you really want to kiss Obi-Wan.

He seems to want the same thing too, because he leans forward to close the already small distance between you, capturing your lips with his. The initiation of touch seems to spark something between you, as you both reach for the other with your arms, and Obi-Wan moves his leg to pull your lower body against him too. In an act of bravery you’ve never quite displayed before, you grind against the hardness in his underwear, and he moans right into your mouth, his grip tightening on your waist.

He pauses, his face moving away from yours a little. “Is this- is this okay?”

“Obi-Wan, this is more than okay. I’m not uncomfortable if you aren’t,” you repeat with a smile.

“That’s good. I am quite possibly the opposite of uncomfortable right now,” he says, and kisses you again. Deciding to be brave once more, you deepen the kiss, licking into his open mouth, which elicits another moan from the man. He pulls away again. “Do you want to-?” he asks.

“I really want to, yeah,” you say, allowing the hands still at your waist to pull up at your t-shirt, moving so that Obi-Wan can pull it over your head. The covers move back from the motion, and just as Obi-Wan takes in your bared torso you grasp the opportunity to stare at him like you’d wanted to earlier. The lamplight isn’t the brightest thing, but you can still see the defined muscles of his upper body, not huge but still very much there, and you once again cannot believe that this man actually returns your feelings.

Next, his hands go to your hips, ready to pull your underwear down. He gives you a questioning look first though, checking that it’s okay, and you smile and nod, helping him take them off. He removes his own underwear next, finally revealing his long, hard cock to you and you can’t help but swallow at the sight of it. You’ve been with people before, but Obi-Wan has to be the most well-endowed of any of your partners.

He pulls you closer once more, the feeling of bare skin on skin making you feel warm despite the undeniable coolness of the room, and you grind yourself against his thigh. Obi-Wan moves, repositioning you both so he’s above you, caging you in, and he reaches his hand down to the juncture of your thighs and presses two fingers against your cunt. You just about catch the way his eyes widen, and he lets out a heavy breath. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he says, and pushes a finger tentatively inside you. Another one is pushed in shortly after, and he curls them so they hit that sweet spot inside of you, watching your face to see your responses to his movements.

He cups his hand so the end of his palm presses slightly against your clit, and you thrust your hips into his large hand, appreciating the extra sensation with a moan. He guides you to sit up, so it’s easier for you to press against his palm. “Is this good for you?” he asks, moving his fingers again, and you nod eagerly.

“Very good,” you say, pushing into his hand again. “Thank you.”

“You just tell me what you need, and I’ll do it for you.”

“Just need- just need you, Obi-Wan,” you say, and you see him smile in response to your words. His fingers quickly guide you right to the edge, so long inside you — much longer than your own, reaching parts of you that you can’t — and your movement against his palms becomes almost frantic as he continues to curl his fingers against your walls.

His other hand comes to support you as you reach climax, your torso curling in towards him as your head goes to rest on his shoulder in relief. “Fuck, Obi-Wan,” you almost groan, and he laughs slightly, slowly removing his fingers from you. You go to kiss him again a few seconds later, trying to show him how much you appreciate what he was doing through your embrace.

Once you move apart, you smile at him again. “Do you want to fuck me now? I’m on the pill, and I got tested recently, so you can…”

Obi-Wan laughs again, but he sounds like he’s losing patience with himself. “I very much want to fuck you now, sweetheart. I’m clean too. Can you lay back down for me?”

You do as he asks, and he remains in his position settled between your legs, moving so he’s lying just above you once more. You spread your legs further, both eager and desperate, and Obi-Wan takes his cock in his hand, preparing to press into you.

You’re grateful that he’s already opened you up on his fingers when his cock first enters you; you knew it would when you saw it before but the stretch still somewhat surprises you. A few seconds later, he pushes further inside you, moving slowly until you feel his hips against yours.

“You feel- so good,” he gets out. “So tight — can I move?”

“Please move, Obi-Wan,” you say, and he pulls out slightly before pushing in up to the hilt again. The movement rips another moan from you, pleasure burning inside you as Obi-Wan begins to find a rhythm to his movements. “Fuck.”

“Wanted to do this for- for so long,” he pants above you. “You’re perfect.”

The admission sets your heart racing yet further, wondering how long so long could be — surely nowhere near as long as your so long? — but not caring nonetheless, still unable to get your head around Obi-Wan having been interested in you for a while. Then he hits a particularly good spot inside you and your mind goes blank for a second.

It feels like the only noises you know how to make anymore are soft moans and the sounds that make up Obi-Wan’s name. At one point, you unconsciously get louder, and Obi-Wan shushes you. “Darling, I love that you’re making these noises, but you can’t be too loud. What if someone hears?”

You try to quiet yourself, but it doesn’t entirely work with the increasing sensations that Obi-Wan is wringing from you, and you’re surprised by the feeling of something covering your mouth. You blink, realising that it’s Obi-Wan’s hand, cupped over your lower face to muffle the sounds you’re making. The realisation only makes you moan more, eyes closing for a second, opening once more to catch Obi-Wan’s expression as he realises that you like it.

Your hands — free until now — reach up to Obi-Wan’s shoulders, anchoring yourself by holding onto his body. You take the opportunity to trace his upper body with your hands, feeling his muscles as they move beneath your palms, before resting on his strong biceps. Obi-Wan somehow manages to push in deeper, and your fingers curl, holding tightly onto his arms.

He moves his hand away from your face, but fills the space immediately with a kiss that he presses desperately against your lips. It’s not as precise as others have been, but you don’t care, just appreciating the increased amount of contact between you. His chest is pressed against your own, and his body is practically covering yours now, making you feel so safe between his arms.

“Obi-Wan, I’m close,” you say once he pulls away. “Can you- inside me?”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

You close your eyes, nodding. “I’m sure,” you say.

Obi-Wan’s hips lose their previous rhythm, clearly ready to finish. He finally does, thrusting in deeper than usual as he comes, the extra pressure pushing you over the edge too. You feel really good, like the tension you’ve been subconsciously feeling with Obi-Wan has finally been resolved, and your hips writhe slightly as you ride the wave of orgasm.

He kisses you again to smother the noises you’re making, and pulls out, before lying down on top of you without propping himself up. You laugh a little at the extra weight, but don’t try to push him off, just wrapping your arms around his back to hold him closer and pressing a light kiss by his ear. “That was really good, Obi-Wan,” you say, breathing heavily. “Fuck, I can’t believe we just did that. I bet it’s like four in the morning.”

It’s Obi-Wan’s turn to laugh. “I don’t care. As long as you enjoyed it.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you say, realising your throat is rather dry. “Do you have a glass? I’m quite thirsty.”

Obi-Wan moves from on top of you, reaching to his bedside table and handing you an empty glass. “Here. I hope this is alright.”

“Thank you.” You slip out of bed, going to get yourself some water and using the bathroom while you’re in there, before coming back to Obi-Wan’s side. He’s warm, unlike the room around you, and you snuggle back into his arms. “So… I have to ask; how long have you felt like this?”

Obi-Wan exhales, sounding almost like a scoff. “Ages. It’s quite embarrassing really. Probably since I first actually spoke to you. I was mortified at the prospect of asking you to sleep up here, the last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, Obi-Wan. It’s like I said, you never make me feel uncomfortable. And- well- I must admit, I’ve been attracted to you since the first Christmas I spent with everyone. I didn’t know how to speak to you at first, I was so nervous.”

“So we could’ve been doing this for a while now?”

You laugh. “Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time,” you say, moving to kiss Obi-Wan again. It’s softer than the previous ones, but you still love the feeling of his lips against yours.

“I suppose we will. After some more sleep, perhaps.”

“Good idea,” you say, the suggestion reminding you of how tired you still are. You both move so you’re lying down again, Obi-Wan keeping his arms around you, holding you back against his chest. He presses a light kiss against the side of your neck before relaxing, ready to sleep, and you appreciate the comfort his embrace gives, allowing you to soon drift off to a calm sleep.

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Star Wars Fic Recs Part the Fourth

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Been a few weeks since I've done one of these and I've read/reread some great fics recently so let me share them with you now!

And I Fear Nothing by @maiseey (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 11/? chapters, 43.4k words) Picture this: I am sitting in the parking lot of my local grocery store, having just bought a load of perishables. I get the email that And I Fear Nothing has just been updated. What do I do: run home to preserve the food I just paid for, or sit in my car and read the new chapter right away? The answer is obvious, of course! That is exactly the situation I found myself in last week when chapter 11 dropped and I did in fact choose to read it in spite of my groceries, that's how much I love this fic. In this fic, Obi-Wan and Cody are raising Luke and Leia together on Tatooine, and they've got so much trauma, and new + old wounds, and love for each other and the children they're raising that it both warms your heart and tears it apart. But that's not all, this fic expands beyond just the small home in the middle of the Jundland Wastes and explores Ahsoka and Rex and their journey to de-chip as many clones as possible. I love this fic because it doesn't shy away from hard conversations, but it does it in a way that makes you want to cry and give everyone involved a hug. Plus, there are some fantastic minor clone characters that you will 100% want to die for by the time you finish reading. Cannot recommend this fic enough.

Obligate by @communistkenobi (gen, one-shot, 23.9k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin & Ahsoka) Just when you thought the Deception arc didn't have enough pain, this AU sees Anakin fake his death instead of Obi-Wan! My heart is physically ripped out of my chest just thinking about this fic, so imagine what it'd do to you actually reading it. Anything @communistkenobi writes is so well-done and I've gone through his works list on AO3 multiple times, but somehow I missed this when it was first posted and it was like a wonderfully delightful surprise when I ran into it the other day. So, so good. Highly recommend!

Moirai by damonkey (gen, WIP, 4/? chapters, 9.2k words, Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon) All I can really say about this fic without giving anything away is that it's a Phantom Menace AU and it's so intriguing. The author is very deliberate in having a vague summary and only tagging as the story progresses, so I truly have no idea what's ahead of me but it's so -- as I said -- intriguing that I'm happy to strap into the ride. Ahhhh I'm skimming through the fic and there are so many things I want to mention but I don't want to give anything away!

Almost Home by @frunbuns (gen, one-shot, 5.2k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) You know, every time I recc a Modern AU I'm like "I don't usually like Modern AUs but..." and then proceed to gush over the fic. I went and checked and I've recced a Modern AU on almost every fic rec list I've made! Maybe I do like Modern AUs?? Or maybe the fics are just that good -- and this fic is definitely that good. In this fic, the first of a planned series of fics set in a modern Star Wars universe, Obi-Wan is reeling from the loss of his adoptive father Qui-Gon and has to care for a young Anakin. Ooooooof. Definitely hits you right in the feels, this one. Love the non-chronological storytelling too!

Naked and Not Paid by biscuitlevitation (Obi-Wan/212th Attack Battalion, WIP, 6/? chapters, 14.9k words) This fic is essentially ~15k words of the clones thirsting over Obi-Wan and it is the funniest thing I have read all year. I'm not kidding, I just read the last chapter which features space-church-lady!Anakin and I laughed so hard I cried. I'm cracking up just thinking about it. I promise you will have a good time reading this fic. And if the tag "Obi-Wan Kenobi/212th Attack Battalion" puts you off, let me just say there's no sex in this at all, it's just thirst. And it's hilarious.

Full Disclosure by @trixree (Obi-Wan/Cody, WIP, 2/3 chapters, 7.4k words) ROTS AU in which the Force bonds Obi-Wan has formed with a few members of the 212th save them from the chip and Order 66, but it doesn't stop the devastation from happening on a mass scale and they all have to try and deal with Mustafar and Luke and Leia. This fic manages to be both extremely soft and extremely gut-wrenching at the same time, and I wish I could leave more kudos. Full disclosure (get it, little pun there for ya), I will be dying until the final chapter comes out. Time to go listen to Olivia Rodrigo and reread this fic and just live in my feels.

Thirteen Days by @ewanmcgregorismyhomeboy12 (gen, one-shot, 4.1k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) Post-Zygerria arc, Anakin dresses an unconscious Obi-Wan's injuries and struggles. Ahhhh this fic is one of my favorite Zygerria arc fics, and given that that's my favorite arc, that's saying a lot! Obi-Wan doesn't say a word in this fic, but his presence is very much there, if you know what I mean. And the descriptions of injuries here are pretty graphic at times, but it's so good that you'll want to keep reading even if you have to do it through the fingers covering your eyes.

brother, let me be your shelter by @kenobilovebot (gen, one-shot, 1.6k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) This fic packs so much tenderness in a short amount of words. It covers an AU in which Obi-Wan's issues from Zigoola never really resolve, and Anakin finds out when -- well, you'll just have to read for yourself. I love Zigoola because it is such an excellent whumpfest for poor Obi-Wan and this fic is great for that, but also highlights Anakin and Obi-Wan's relationship.

A Padawan At War (Again) series by @itstimeforstarwars (gen, 3 parts, 100k words, Obi-Wan & Anakin) In this series, Obi-Wan and Anakin are transported from The Phantom Menace into the Clone Wars and have to deal with all that comes with it: fighting wars, discovering a Padawan you never knew you had, dueling your grandmaster who apparently is a Sith Lord now(?!) and all the rest. This series is a great ride, and I look forward to every update. Note: the first fic in this series is a one-shot that was expanded upon, and it drops you in media res. The second fic is a prequel that shows how they got to that point, and the third fic is the sequel that shows what comes after.

The Desert Storm series by @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning (complete, 24 parts, 1.144 million words) There has never been a better time to start reading this series. If you read Star Wars fics on AO3, then you've definitely seen the Desert Storm series before, but maybe you were daunted by the high word count, or felt like it would be too much effort to go all the way to the beginning of a series but couldn't just jump in halfway. Let me tell you, it's 100% worth it, and now is the perfect time to read this series if you haven't already. This series is complete, but it turns out it's all just Act 1 of the larger story, which will continue in the Rise and Fall series. @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning is taking a break right now before starting the next series, so you have ample time to get caught up, and YOU REALLY SHOULD. Let me tell you, this series had me on the edge of my seat more than any other piece of media I can remember. With the most recent chapters, where everything that has been building for a million words came to a head, I would get so worked up after each chapter that beforehand I would have to queue up calming things to watch afterwards, and it still wouldn't be enough and I'd be too full of feelings to get anything done the rest of the day. Seriously, this series is amazing. And if you HAVE read it before but haven't reread, now is the perfect time for that as well. I've reread this series multiple times and it's so rewarding because the author sprinkled in so many hints as to what will come that you only understand the second (or third) time around. I know I've written a lot for this rec but this is a long series and it deserves it. Go read! Now!

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crispyjenkins · 3 years

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Rexobi. I really just wanna see Rex and Obi-wan drinking together and complaining about the disaster that is Anakin Skywalker. They decide to team up to get anakin to calm the heck down and to talk about his feelings. Anakin doesn’t realize what’s going on but gets the idea he needs to play matchmaker with his master and his captain. He thinks he’s the smart one but he’s really not

(i have once again chickened out of your full prompt and instead give you the leadup to rexobi getting anakin to talk about his feelings.

i uhhh may be unable to think of anything but a rexobi au à la this post by @norcumii and @dharmaavocado about roleswap-ish senior padawan obi hella vibing with this mutant clone that can’t get above the rank of captain even as an arc trooper because the kaminoans are Like That, and qui-gon is going spare, because between anakin somehow being allowed to be in charge of a whole battalion and obi-wan picking fights with every single seperatist leader, he and cody never get a moment of peace. and like. just obi and rex being dumbass 20 year olds trying to deal with a general/master like anakin in the middle of a war. i don’t have TIME for that though

thank you for the prompt as always, i think this is the only rexobi/obex prompt i’ve ever gotten and this ship is criminally underappreciated. like?? kadavo?? anyways here’s whatever this is)

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Not for the first time, Rex wishes Kote were the one here dealing with this, because “how to comfort your favorite Jedi” hadn’t exactly been covered in ARC training – actually, Alpha probably withheld the information on purpose, the fucker.

But Kote is on the other side of the galaxy with the 187th and just as upset they’re not here in Rex’s stead: it’s barely a month off General Kenobi returning to his own face, and Rex knows his vod would strangle the entire Senate if given even half a chance for deploying them separately on their general’s first mission back after the Hardeen... incident.

And Fett’s Ghost knows Rex’s own general is going to pitch a fit when he finds out Rex is here instead of taking leave like the rest of the 501st, but Kote certainly wasn’t about to let Kenobi go all the way to Alderaan unguarded so soon after his supposed death; and honestly, Rex would have been offended if they had asked anybody else to do it. Thankfully, Kenobi hadn’t seemed offended when Rex had shown up at the Jedi Temple’s flight hangar before he could take off; instead, he had been rather amused.

Even luckier, Alderaan is barely a day’s jump from Coruscant, so they don’t have to spend too much time awkwardly pretending that Rex hadn’t attended the man’s funeral in Kote's place (that he would have attended anyways), or that Rex doesn’t know Anakin hasn’t spoken to his former master since their debrief to the High Council about Cad Bane. Which Rex should absolutely not know in the first place, but Anakin is his friend, for better or for worse, and Ahsoka thinks her master airs far too many of his grievances to his captain.

It isn't until their cruiser is making the descent over Alderaan that Kenobi finally addresses the tension between them, which only proves that Kenobi is well aware of it, but had put it off as long as he could. It's a humanising observation, that Rex wishes he could have had when he isn't the only vod in a ten mile radius that isn't the pilot, because at least then he wouldn't be the sole receiver of the soft smile Kenobi gives him as he joins Rex to wait by the shuttle's access hatch.

Rex thanks his progenitor's laughing corpse he has his bucket on, because all he can do is stare.

"You are worried about Anakin," Kenobi says matter of factly, though not unkindly, and Rex lets out a breath that's almost a laugh.

"I promise I am far more discrete with my thoughts in the field, sir."

Kenobi chuckles warmly, tucking his arms behind his back to watch the planet under them grow larger as they approach. "Do try not to worry so much, my dear, this will all resolve itself in time."

It's hard to stare right at his gentle assuredness, so Rex looks away. "You have far more faith in his ability to forgive than I, sir."

That laugh strains at the edges. "Yes, well, I'm afraid some of my lessons seem to have been... lacking."

Rex has regs carbon-printed on his brain, he knows that even without the direct chain of command, the soft push and pull of his relationship with Kenobi, the steady, serene growth of it, is... problematic, for so many reasons that he wouldn't know where to start. Not least of all is rank, how much more important a Jedi is than a replaceable CC-track washout, but, well, Rex had washed out for being too emotional, so it's not as if he's exactly unused to reacting to things inappropriately for a good little soldier.

"It's not my place, sir," he murmurs, remembering Kadavo, remembering Umbara, remembering the hand Kenobi had laid on his shoulder for far too long after the Blue Shadow virus, and has Rex really been this gone since then? "just say the word and I won't mention it again. But just because Kote isn't here doesn't mean you have to... shoulder all of this alone."

In fact, it's wildly not his place to make such an offer, however implicit, but that month on Kadavo did happen, and Rex isn't so self-deprecating to believe he hadn't had a heavy hand in helping Kenobi make it out on the other side as well as he did. He doesn't think so little of the bond they had formed then, to believe that Obi-Wan is unaware of it.

Not when he smiles at Rex like that, like he's a warm cup of caf after a week in the trenches, like Rex is... worthy of such sincere affection.

As the shuttle settles around them and the pilot announces their arrival over comm, Obi-Wan simply says, "I did not for a moment believe I was, my dear."

"You and Rex seem close."

Normally Obi-Wan can feel Anakin coming from an entire corridor away, but he also knows Quinlan has been teaching him a few Shadow tricks, so he isn't entirely surprised when Anakin appears at his elbow in the empty bridge looking like a smug necu.

Aside from eating firstmeal with Kote in the mess, Obi-Wan hasn't even seen Rex today, much less interacted with him: as he understands it, Rex is trying to round up the remaining 501st shinies that are running around the Negotiator, so Obi-Wan really doesn't know where Anakin had gotten that notion. Recently, at least.

Anakin rolls his eyes and scoffs, leaning back on the railing next to him and crossing his arms. "Please, Master, even Snips has noticed."

Obi-Wan refrains from telling him that anyone with a modicum more self-awareness than him has noticed. Be that as it may, "This is one of those times where I truly don't know what you're trying to say, my dear: I have been close with Rex since he was in the 212th."

It isn't even an exaggeration, that there had been... something between them before Anakin whisked Rex away to his own battalion after his knighting, though back then it had been nothing more than friendship. If he recalls correctly, and he does, the cleanup of the Ryloth capitol had been the first time since then that they had worked closely, while Anakin had been on the ground with the locals and Mace had been with General Syndulla, and Obi-Wan had found he still quite enjoyed the way they worked together. Their time on Naboo combating the Blue Shadow virus had only endeared the captain more to him —he does remember a slip in propriety in his relief that Rex had been rescued safely with Padmé and Ahsoka, a hand left too long on the captain's shoulder until Kote had called him away— enough that Obi-Wan had been both relieved and horrified that it was Rex there to support him on Kadavo.

"Cody said Rex was the one to go with you to Alderaan; you sure nothing 'happened' while you were there?" Anakin chuckles to himself like he's being incredibly clever, like there isn’t a hickey visible over the collar of his under tunic.

Obi-Wan raises a brow slowly and refrains from rolling his eyes. "Despite what you may believe, Anakin, not everyone leaps into committed relationships after life-threatening situations." Not that Alderaan had been life-threatening, it had actually been as close to actual leave as Obi-Wan has had the entire war.

"Please, it took Padmé and I ages to–"

Anakin seems to swallow his tongue, then, face rapidly going purple, and it really is a miracle the entire Republic doesn’t know about his marriage; the GAR certainly does.

Sighing, Obi-Wan checks the chrono and decides it isn't too early for another cup of tea. "If you have a specific question about my relationship with Captain Rex, I do wish you’d be direct, my dear."

Anakin splutters. "Relationship?!"

"Great Maker, Anakin, you’re easier to spook than a half-starved blurrg." He pats Anakin’s arm, his sonbrother floundering for anything other than abject confoundment, as Obi-Wan turns away from the bridge to go locate both tea, and his commander to hopefully finalise their newest mission orders. "Don't worry," he calls over his shoulder, "I'll actually let you come to the wedding, unlike someone."

Not that Obi-Wan has any such plans, Maker knows he and Rex have yet to address their feelings in the first place, but he'd be lying if part of him doesn't want to conspire with the captain in question —and perhaps Ahsoka— to see just how far they could take this before Anakin realises they're stringing him along.

Remarkably, Rex is waiting by Obi-Wan’s office with a flimsi cup of tea and a harried smile that promised quite the day chasing after shinies, and Obi-Wan decides conning his former apprentice can wait.

Mando’a: vod/e — “brother/s”, “comrade/s”, “sibling/s”, technically gender neutral but used most often in fandom as “brother/s”

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gignikinszz · 3 years

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anakin is on the train and this dipshit infront of him has been humming christmas songs everyday on his morning work commute for the past week and it’s the middle of fucking august so he’s ready to confront this motherfucker for his crimes against humanity and his eardrums then boom obi wan meet cute

anon. im obsessed 💍💍💍💍 ficlet under the cut xx

i took a few liberties with this, but i hope u still like it :)) modern au, annoyances to lovers but only from anakin's pov, 1.3k. mentions of christmas music and horrible hours of the morning beware

It was 5:15. Five-fifteen in the goddamn morning. It was six in the goddamn morning, and it was the middle of August. The seventeenth of August, to be exact.

The third week, to the day, of Anakin’s personal hell.

Some context: Anakin was on the train, just trying to get to his job at a local bakery, still trying to wake up. He’d been late that morning and hadn’t had time for coffee, and was therefore grumpy. Grumpier than usual. So fucking grumpy.

And that same motherfucker from the past three weeks was singing. Again.

Now, Anakin wasn’t a cold-hearted monster, okay? He wasn’t against singing, not at all. Not even at 5:15 in the goddamn morning on a Thursday. Not even on the train. No, what he was against, morally and spiritually and on all levels (including physical), was the fact that the stranger was singing Christmas music. In August.

Today, it was Jingle Bells, though really, the song should’ve been named Jingle Hell. Overly jaunty, reminiscent of fifth-grade showcases, jarring and horrid, even when sung with a voice as nice as Christmas Music Man’s. A disgusting display of Christmas cheer, absolutely murdering Anakin’s poor eardrums, making him wish for the fiftieth time in the past twenty-one days that his stupid dog and stupider cat hadn’t totally destroyed his earbuds fighting over them, and that he wasn’t too busy (lazy) to go get new ones.

God, he was going to lose it. If he heard one more annoying-ass sing, he was going to—

… you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special…

Last Christmas. The stranger, who always, for some sick and twisted reason, sat directly behind Anakin, was singing Last Christmas.

“Yo, dipshit, can you, like shut the fu—ck.” Anakin choked as he finally got a glimpse of the stranger. “Not up. Um. You can keep singing. Bye.”

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit. He was hot. Oh, fuck. Oh, god. He was so fucking hot and Anakin had just called him a dipshit. And spazzed out. And, worse, told him he could keep singing his awful Christmas music. He’d told the most attractive asshole motherfucker he’d ever seen that he could keep singing Last Christmas. At 5:15 in the goddamn morning. In the middle of August.

Oh, fucking shit.

Anakin spent the rest of that (thankfully not-very-long, after his outburst) train ride in silence, rethinking his life, wondering how someone so hot could be committing such heinous crimes against humanity. It didn’t make sense, at first. The man had looked nice. Or just hot. Anakin didn’t know. He’d been wearing a sweater vest with nothing underneath, showing off his very muscular arms, and he’d had very soft-looking hair. How could someone who dressed like a slutty 80-year-old have such poor taste in music? Have such little respect for Anakin, and Anakin’s eardrums, and the world at large?

It didn’t make sense, but when Anakin talked to Ahsoka, who was opening with him that day, she told him it did.

“You know,” she said, “if he’s really that hot, there’s gotta be something wrong with him. So the universe is fair and shit.”

And Anakin had to agree. There truly was something wrong with the man. Deeply, deeply wrong. Disturbed, even. Not that it made it fair that Anakin still had to suffer every morning. Or that his eardrums felt like they might die.

The next morning, he resolved to put a stop to it, good looks aside. For the sake of both his sanity, and for the world. Well, the world of the train at 5:15 in the morning. It was important to him, okay?

So he steeled himself the next morning. Got up early so he could get coffee and fix his hair, because presentation was important in these sorts of confrontations. Not for any other reason. Anakin also wore his nice work shirt, the one without too many stains, for the impending argument, of course. He would’ve looked his best while telling any asshole to stop fucking singing Christmas songs on the train at ass-o’clock every morning, whether or not they were hot.

Okay, maybe it had something to do with the fact that the guy was hot. Whatever. Sue Anakin for wanting to make a better second impression.

When he got to the train, he felt all wound-up, just waiting for the inevitable. For Holly Jolly Christmas or All I Want for Christmas is You or Chestnuts Roasting on the Open Fire of Anakin’s Burning Hatred for Christmas Songs. Or whatever that last one was called. His knee was bouncing, fingers tapping, heart pounding in anticipation. For the inevitable confrontation, of course.

It began five minutes after Anakin sat down. 5:18 in the morning.

Fucking Spooky Scary Skeletons.

An insult to Anakin’s pride, to his honor, to his family, to the month of August, to Halloween, and to the world at large, that’s what the man behind him was singing. An insult of the highest order, and Anakin had only had one cup of coffee.

So he did something wild, something insane, something totally out of character for him.

He waited.

He waited until the train made its next stop, the one before his, and he moved quickly to sit across the aisle from the man.

“Hey,” he said before he could chicken out. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Hot Asshole turned to look at him slowly. “What do you mean?” He asked, all posh and British and refined, and wow, Anakin was beginning to understand the appeal of those love-hate, enemies-to-lovers, 100k slow burn type relationships. That was hot. Despite, or perhaps even more so because of, the man’s infuriating little eyebrow thing, it was really hot.

“Your stupid music,” Anakin heard himself saying, refusing to back down despite the sight in front of him. “Sir, are you aware that it’s August?”

The man smiled. Pretty, Anakin’s mind supplied. Shut up, he snapped back.

“What does that have to do with anything?” he asked, folding his hands over one knee, crossing it over the other.

Anakin blinked, slowly, trying to let his brain catch up. “Well, you’re. It’s. That’s a Halloween song,” he said, feeling dumber by the second.

“And?” The man was still smiling, all innocent, and Anakin was suddenly unsure if it was nerves or annoyance making his face flush.

“And, um—well—whoever you are, you’re singing Halloween music. It’s August.”

“I’m Obi-Wan,” the man said unhelpfully. “And I don’t see what the issue is. Spooky Scary Skeletons is about bones. The human body. Personally, I think bodies are relevant year-round, don’t you?”

No, it was definitely annoyance.

“That’s about spooky, scary skeletons. It’s a fucking Halloween song. And even if it was applicable, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been singing fucking Christmas music every day for the past three weeks.” Anakin gave the man his best glare, but it didn’t seem to phase him. On the contrary, he just smiled a little brighter.

“It’s just what’s been stuck in my head,” he said, sounding innocent. “I don’t know what you want me to do about it.”

“I—just—I—I want you to go out with me!” Okay, so Anakin didn’t mean to say that. In the slightest. And Obi-Wan was looking at him weirdly, and also, that wasn’t even a good solution to what Obi-Wan was asking, so Anakin opened his mouth to backtrack, but before he could—

“Okay.” Obi-Wan shrugged, smiling slightly. Anakin’s heart did a funny little somersault. “Is this your stop?”

And shit—it was, and Anakin hadn’t even gotten past the initial asking. No time to ask for horrible, hot, annoyingly heart-pounding Christmas Asshole’s number.

But that was fine. After all, Anakin was probably going to have to tell him to sing an appropriate song the next day, as well.

#i am AMAZED by how fast i wrote this lmfao this prompt hit me like a train (pun intended ;))#fuck the word soumersalt all my homies hate the word soumerastualt #star wars #star wars fanfic #obikin #obikin fanfic #obikin fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi x anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x obi wan kenobi

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vagrantblvrd · 3 years

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The AU where Anakin doesn’t dramatically die on the second Death Star, right?

Luke is like, well, medical treatment is a thing. Comes in hand-y, get it dad? Hand-y?

Anyway.

Luke ~sneaks about getting Anakin medical treatment, some nonsense about “Hey, so. How does one treat electrocution? Asking for a friend,” and other such things.

Some doctor somewhere being, “Oh, well, if it’s for a friend...” and then gives Luke all the information and whatnot he’ll need, and also does this friend of his need life support equipment???

Anyway.

For Plot Reasons Anakin doesn’t die over Endor and Luke is trying to get supplies - he just got this rad new shuttle to fly - the Emperor won’t mind if he borrows it - oh, man. Is it too soon?

Anyway.

One of the Rebels who was on the mission to destroy the shield generator is like, “Vader’s dead, is he?”

Because Luke said so, and also the funeral pyre with his armor and hahaha, why would he ask that?

Weird, right?

Friend I found on the Death Star being held a a prisoner for many years who I then rescued because hero, don’t you think that’s a weird question to ask?

Anakin who is hooked up to many life-saving machines until Luke can get him somewhere to get replacements for the Vader suit as what the Emperor fried while trying to kill them is just.

“Hello, Rex.”

And Luke being, omg, DAD, at least pretend to go along with Luke’s terrible ruse for like. A whole minute, pls.

This fraught moment where Luke isn’t sure what’s going to happen because clearly these two know one another and there’s so much anger and hurt and betrayal in Rex and his dad is this sucking pit of shame and guilt and misery, self-loathing and -

“OKAY, WELL. Unless you’re about to kill him - us - we have places to be. Specifically not here.”

Because everything is celebrations and relief and so on? But also Imperial ships and forces and Alliance forces and so much could go wrong so fast and Luke would like to get his dad somewhere safe before people figure out his deception and brand him as a traitor or whatever and anyway

Does Rex wanna come with?

He gets looks from Anakin and Rex at that and shrugs because hey, no one’s dead yet.

And aside from a few notable exceptions dead people can’t answer whatever questions others might have for him, and anyway, anyway.

Rex sighs, this tired little smile on his face as he looks at Anakin. “He’s definitely your kid.”

Which.

What? But it gets an equally tired smile from Anakin, this sadness to it but also this flicker of pride and Luke escapes to start the pre-flight before he cries, again, and anyway.

Rex joins him up front and offers up somewhere they can go. Friends of his - might not be glad to see Anakin, but they’ll listen to Rex, and so off they go to, idk, someplace clone troopers set up a place for themselves.

(Because I need there to be more of those bastards out there after the mess of Order 66 and other nonsense okay.)

They get Anakin set up with new life-support suit or whatever, one that’s not horrible and awful and a goddamned gift from the monster who created Darth Vader, and anyway. (I may have feelings on the matter.)

Luke avoids calls from Leia and Han and everyone if he can, and when he can’t tells them he’s fine, really, just. Jedi stuff. Feels guilty as hell but he knows Leia can’t handle he truth of it just yet and technically it kind of is Jedi stuff,because Anakin.

Ben visits every so often and Luke pretends he doesn’t know his father was crying afterwards, but after a while he’s so relieved he could cry when he realizes his father didn’t cry in talking to Ben.

(He does, though. Luke cries so much, but conveniently wherever they ended up is in the rainy season and Rex just pats him on the shoulder when Luke comes in and gives him a solemn nod, and anyway. Yes.)

It’s like. Not Done, this whole Vader Thing of Anakin’s, he’s done so many terrible things and all that? But he finds a way to make peace with that, or whatever the proper term is I don’t even know at this point, okay, just.

You know.

Also, though, also.

All the information he knows, or knows how to get his - or any Alliance Intelligence agents - hands on.

Things he gives to Luke or whoever to pass on to the right hands, help the Alliance, and then the New Republic root out the Imperial remnants before they can pose a threat to the fragile peace being built in the Empire’s fall, and so on.

Luke just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and tells anyone who questions where he got the information it’s from the prisoner he rescued and so forth and so on. (Rex backs him up, and his position in the Alliance’s ranks lends Luke more credibility, and anyway. Yes.)

Eventually though, Luke can’t just hide out for forever with his dad and his dad’s old war friends, and also Leia would hunt him to the end of the galaxy if she doesn’t see him soon, and.

Anakin more or less boots him out of the little homestead or compound or whatever it is where they are, tells him to come visit but really, get out, son.

So Luke does.

Tells Leia he’s fine, he’ll tell her what everything was about and such, but. Later, you know? Later.

She lets it go because other business to deal with and anyway, Luke’s gallivanting about and gets ambushed by a Togruta with twin lightsabers who nearly takes his head off before she asks how Rex is doing and has Anakin gotten over himself yet, and also, Luke might want towork on his form a bit.

Which, you know, hi, hello, who the hell are you? But more politely worded and Luke gives Ahsoka the commlink number? address?? whatever??? to contact Anakin.

Hopefully she understands why he didn’t just give her the coordinates to their location, what with nearly taking off Luke’s head and all.

Ahsoka laughs, and does the shoulder pat thing Rex does to him, says, “You’re your dad’s kid alright,” which.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN???

Anyway.

More adventuring about, Ashoka ambushing him every so often. Payback, she tells him, for everything Anakin ever put her through - before Everything - she’s quick to clarify, tired smile on her face and Luke understands, but dear God is he so tired of seeing these people who are so important to him looking like that?

ANYWAY.

Some more adventuring about and then this SOS call through the Force and an Imperial light cruiser and this sad panda Mandalorian and.

“Okay, you? You’re coming with.”

And since Luke doesn’t actually have a spot for his school yet and he doesn’t know where this Mandalorian calls home he’s like. “I know a place.”

Anakin and Rex share this look when the shuttle Luke borrowed lands at their little hideaway and Luke comes out with this tiny green gremlin kid toddling after him and this sad panda Mandalorian trailing behind them, and really, the family resemblance has never been stronger, you know?

ANYWAY.

Din and Grogu and Luke trying to figure out how to juggle this whole...Thing.

Anakin never feels comfortable giving Luke advice, because talk about bad role models?

But.

Anakin was raised to follow the old Jedi Order’s rules and whatnot and Vader came of it. (Maybe not the sole reason, but the Order was definitely a factor.)

Also, also.

Anakin doting on Grogu and being his best partner in crime - :D smile when Din comes looking for his tiny green gremlin kid and finds him with Luke’s dad and they’ve both been Up To Something but there’s never any proof, and anyway, yes.

(Also, also. Luke and Anakin bonding over working on this old speeder that’s never run right, or Luke’s X-wing - and okay, yes, maybe someone finds an old Y-wing or something and there are “training exercises” in which everyone takes bets on which Skywalker wins this time and Luke actually hears his dad laugh for the first time and it’s pretty awesome okay.)

But also Boba Fett and Fennec and the whanot finding them and Drama and Boba being like, “Always hated Vader anyway,” and Luke being like !!! but also huh, and Din is like NO.

Because the whole reason Boba and Fennec are even there is because of Bo-Katan and the whole Darksaber business and c’mon, dude, you can’t avoid your duties forever, nice as it might seem.

Anyway.

Anakin looking at his kid who is totally in love with the leader of Mandalore and then at Obi-Wan who is off to the side trying so freaking hard not to laugh, and anyway.

Yes.

(But also, okay, also. Luke trying to tell Leia that hey, their dad’s kind of not dead? And she’s angry - every right to be - and upset and neither of them expect her to do anything, just. They didn’t to keep it from her anymore and more than that she deserved to know, and anyway.

One day, you know. One day she makes a trip out to this hideaway Luke told her about that one time. There’s yelling and crying and not everything is resolved, but. It’s a start and more than Anakin ever thought he’d get and. Yes.)

Also, also.

Anakin and Rex and whoever else going to check out this school Luke is building on Mandalore, Ben beinng like “Oh,” because Luke and Din are like, they found some things he might care to see, and everyone leaves him with old journals or whatever from Duchess Satine and Anakin and Rex wait for him outside, and just, yes.

Basically good, nice things for everyone because I need it today, so yes. /o\

#star wars nonsense #dinluke #technically not a fic #vagrant fic #long post #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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mossflowermouse · 3 years

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This is a gift for @ah-nakin as part of the @starwarssecretsanta exchange - I hope you like it! Massive thanks to @lilhawkeye3 for organizing this, it’s been so much fun <3

(1.5k. In which Obi-Wan’s padawan and grandpadawan kids decide he needs a rest, pretty much everyone agrees with them, and nobody in this lineage is capable of doing anything without being Dramatic about it.)

Anakin and Ahsoka have been plotting something.

Not that there’s any real proof of it, mind you – they’ve become far too careful with their schemes lately to actually risk him overhearing anything – but Obi-Wan’s seen them trading glances, and he knows that look. At the very least, it means mischief. At its worst, well, quite a few officials are still scratching their heads over how anyone had managed to divert two-thirds of a parade plus cheering onlookers through the middle of the Temple last Republic Day. Although in fairness to the two of them, that one hadn’t been entirely their fault. It would have been resolved far more quickly had Master Yoda not chosen to interpret “please help” as “please help Anakin and Ahsoka” and gone to assure a bemused steward that of course this was the correct route for the parade, keep going you should, enjoying it the younglings are.

(Mace had eyed Obi-Wan a little suspiciously when he’d informed the Council of that part. Obi-Wan had given his friend his most innocent I’m-a-responsible-Jedi-Master look in return; after all, his intention in going to Master Yoda had been to get the misunderstanding cleared up. And if it hadn’t been, Mace can’t prove it.)

Now, though, his padawans seem to be taking steps to avoid including him in their newest plot. Which means he’s almost certainly the target.

Ah well. Whatever it is will most likely be a nuisance, but a harmless one. There’s no point worrying about it now. Obi-Wan has more pressing matters to address, like the stack of paperwork he really ought to make a start on before the Council meeting at noon, and then there are a few odds and ends to check with Anakin about, and then –

There’s a knock at the door. He knows before answering it that Anakin and Ahsoka are standing outside, their familiar Force signatures bright with amusement. Well then. Perhaps he won’t have to wait that long to find out what they’re up to after all.

The first thing Obi-Wan sees as the door slides open is Anakin’s grin, which more or less confirms his hunch; Ahsoka is out of sight.

“Anakin. I wasn’t expecting to see you up this early. What brings you here?”

Anakin smiles innocently at him, which is never a good sign. “Well, Ahsoka and I were talking, and we think you should take more days off. Starting today. Take a break, Master, it’ll be good for you.”

Obi-Wan wonders, a little guiltily, if he’s misjudged his padawan’s intentions. “I appreciate the thought, Anakin, but I really can’t take today off. There’s an awful lot to sort out while we’re still on Coruscant, so…”

He trails off, suspicions returning in full force as Anakin’s smile widens. “Oh, don’t worry, Master. We’ve got everything planned out.” This is definitely what they’ve been scheming about, then. Obi-Wan wonders if he ought to have a bad feeling about it.

And speaking of we – Obi-Wan narrows his eyes. “Anakin, why is Ahsoka hiding in the corridor? We all know I know she’s there.”

Anakin steps back from the door and gestures to his left, inviting Obi-Wan to take a look. He does. Standing in the corridor and trying desperately to look serious is Ahsoka, wearing a set of Obi-Wan’s robes and a cloak that trails on the floor and a – he squints at the piece of orange fabric stuck to her chin – is that meant to be his beard? It’s awfully scruffy. And rather hastily made, from the looks of it. He blinks a few times in confusion.

“I’m going to be you for the day!” Ahsoka announces. “So you can rest and you don’t have to worry about missing anything.”

Obi-Wan really doesn’t think that’s how this works, but he’s prevented from saying so by Anakin chiming in again. “That’s right. Look, Master, the resemblance is striking. Nobody will even know the difference.”

Obi-Wan stares pointedly at Ahsoka’s montrals and terrible fake beard, then raises an eyebrow at Anakin, who just snickers a little. Before Obi-Wan can rebuke him, though, Ahsoka fixes Anakin with a look of mild disapproval, rubs her temples wearily, and says “Anakin” in an uncannily precise imitation of Obi-Wan’s Coruscanti accent. If he’s being honest, it’s a little surreal.

“Now, Snips, don’t tease Obi-Wan,” Anakin chides. Obi-Wan’s not sure he’s ever heard him sound less sincere. “But she’s right, you know, Master. We can handle everything.”

This is a little ridiculous. “Anakin, I have a Council meeting today - ”

“Don’t worry, Master, we already knew about it,” Anakin interrupts cheerfully. “Ahsoka can manage.”

Ahsoka, who if Obi-Wan recalls correctly was complaining about having to attend so many long briefings just last Taungsday, nods confidently and gives him a reassuring smile. “We’ve got this, Master Kenobi. Just relax!”

“Ahsoka will be there right on time for the meeting, won’t you, Snips?”

Obi-Wan can’t believe this. They can’t be serious.

He looks at them again and sighs internally. No, they are.

***

“ – and I checked with Cody and he told me you didn’t have anything urgent to sort out for the 212th while everyone is on shore leave, and that just leaves your meeting, and we’ve already got that sorted out, trust me, so – ”

“Anakin. I believe you. And I already said I’ll take the day to relax, you don’t have to keep trying to convince me.” It’s…mostly true, though Obi-Wan’s still planning to get a little of that paperwork done once they’ve left to go and cause chaos.

Anakin beams, basking in the success of a plan well executed. “That’s great, Master. Oh, I almost forgot! One other thing before we go – Ahsoka, that cloak’s way too long, you’d better leave it here.”

Ahsoka’s face lights up; clearly this part was planned, because right on cue, she shrugs out of the cloak with a level of exaggerated melodrama that rivals her grandmaster. Obi-Wan’s honestly a little proud to see it.

Anakin picks up the discarded cloak, wraps it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders with a flourish, and steers him firmly back into his room. On his way out, he calls over his shoulder, “By the way, Cody took your ‘pad earlier, so you’re not wriggling out of a day off by doing paperwork either. Relax, Master!”

So even Cody has joined the conspiracy against him. Obi-Wan will admit the betrayal stings a little. He sinks into a chair and resigns himself to a day of doing nothing in particular.

Two and a half cups of tea and half an hour of meditation later, Obi-Wan’s decided this might not be so bad after all. Though he ought to comm someone to explain. Yoda perhaps. Or – no, Yoda will just laugh, better to speak to Mace. And maybe make sure Anakin and Ahsoka don’t cause too much of a disturbance in his absence.

***

“Good morning, Padawan Tano,” holo-Mace says, completely deadpan. “Can I help you with anything?”

Obi-Wan resists the urge to turn the comm back off and throw it across the room; instead, he settles for giving his friend a deeply unimpressed look almost uniquely reserved for Anakin at his most irresponsible. “Mace. If this is meant as revenge for helping them with Republic Day…”

The corner of Mace’s mouth twitches, subtle enough that most would pass it off as a flicker of the holo without a second thought. “Certainly not, padawan.” Yes, it absolutely is. “You seem frustrated. Is there a problem?”

Obi-Wan huffs with exaggerated displeasure that entirely fails to make Mace look even a little bit sorry. “I was planning to explain my absence from the meeting and apologize in advance for anything Ahsoka and Anakin might get up to, but it seems there’s no need. Just how many people did they rope into this, Mace?”

Mace chuckles, dropping the act. “The rest of the Council, Skywalker’s droids, and I expect half your battalion will be in on it too by the end of the day. If you insist on working through every spare minute you shouldn’t be surprised when people notice it, Obi-Wan. They’re only trying to make sure you look after yourself.”

“This seems like far too much effort just to get me to take a day off. You could have just asked.”

“Perhaps,” Mace admits. “But it was funnier to see what Tano and Skywalker would come up with. Although I may regret saying that in a few hours.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling fondly.

The same smile returns early that evening when his padawans drop in, Ahsoka now sporting an even more ridiculous fake beard and Anakin carefully balancing three cups of tea. Obi-Wan invites them both to sit down and gently straightens Ahsoka’s new beard – made by Quinlan this time, apparently, and it covers half her face and is longer than her lekku and honestly, where did Quinlan even get the time to make this? – before taking a seat again himself. As Anakin passes out the tea and Ahsoka excitedly begins to tell him about what Master Plo said to her in the Council meeting, Obi-Wan realises he’s quite intrigued by the inevitably chaotic details of their day. Particularly since with the rest of the Council enabling them this time, nobody can falsely claim he’s responsible for any of it.

He takes a sip of his tea and settles in to listen.

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kazmirone · 3 years

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obikin rough draft fic excerpt (abo)

Here, have some tattooed omega!Obi-Wan. Someday I will fill it out and complete it. Maybe, lol.

Oh, and in case you didn’t catch it in the post title, this is A/B/O. There’s nothing explicit in this excerpt, though.

It's not that Anakin's looking, alright.

But when Obi-Wan strips off his under-tunic after their lengthy sparring session, Anakin's attention is possibly a little bit more drawn to the movement than it should be.

And it’s why he spots the mark on Obi-Wan’s flushed skin. The mark is palm-sized, a murky whorl of sooty, ashen color blossoming across his ribs too nicely to be a bruise.

"I didn’t know you had tattoos,” Anakin says, gesturing to the blooming color there.

Obi-Wan follows his hand movement and lifts up his arm to look at the space below it. “I - don’t.”

"Is it contagious?" Ahsoka asks, once Obi-Wan's returned from the Halls of Healing. "Because Rex said you can catch a fungus if you don't wear shoes in the showers."

“Ahsoka,” Anakin says.

“No, young one. I don’t think it’s contagious,” Obi-Wan patiently answers.

“Is it because you’re an omega?” Ahsoka asks.

“Ahsoka!” Anakin hisses.

“I shouldn’t think so,” Obi-Wan says, bemused, then draws a small datapad from his robes. “At any rate, Healer Che asked me to monitor the condition with daily stills.”

Anakin frowns, and he’s fixed on the tablet in Obi-Wan’s hand when the terrible, horrible offer just spills right out of his terrible, horrible mouth, “I could help you. Take the stills, I mean. It’s in a weird spot, so it might be hard to get the angle right.”

Obi-Wan stares at him, and Ahsoka does, too, and this is how it starts.

Day 1

“No changes,” Anakin says.

Obi-Wan snorts, tugging his tunic back into place and taking the datapad from Anakin’s hands. “It’s been less than a day since the onset.”

He follows Obi-Wan out of the ‘fresher and into the small living space. It’s a lot neater these days, now that Anakin’s moved out and taken his mess with him. His scent, too.

Now, Obi-Wan’s scent permeates every inch of the place, fresh and clean and undeniably omega. Something in him – a little ugly, a little primal – is urging him to leave his mark, run his hands over every surface and claim this place as his own, again.

He doesn’t, of course. Obi-Wan would pitch a fit. But if Anakin maybe smooths the tips of his fingers down the front door as he leaves, well, what’s the harm in that.

Day 4

Obi-Wan frowns. “Does it look darker to you?”

Anakin leans over his shoulder and peers down at the datapad in Obi-Wan’s hands, where a procession of images is pulled up on its screen. He shrugs. “Not really?”

Day 9

“I’m not sure how to say this--” Anakin starts, watching from the door as Obi-Wan fold ups his tunic and sets it near the sink.

“Then you should just say it,” Obi-Wan says.

“--I think it’s spreading,” Anakin finishes.

Obi-Wan stills, meeting his eyes in the mirror. “Are you quite sure?”

Anakin brushes his elbow, directing him, and Obi-Wan lifts up his arm to a horizontal plane. The position, they’ve found, least distorts the shape of the mark. He regards it, the dark smudge on Obi-Wan’s pale, muscled flesh.

Before, he could have covered it up entirely with his palm. Anakin holds his hand over the mark, not touching but close enough to feel whisper soft vellus hair when Obi-Wan pulls in a particularly deep breath.

Now, the cloud of black and gray has extended well past his fingertips, blossoming across the side of Obi-Wan’s ribcage, creeping towards the front of his body.

“Well?” Obi-Wan asks, above him.

Anakin straightens up. “It’s definitely spread.”

“And your method of measurement was what, your hand?” Obi-Wan asks, mildly.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Anakin shoots back. “Did you have a ruler laying around?”

Day 13

“You look terrible,” he says, breezing into Obi-Wan’s quarters.

Obi-Wan sighs, close behind him, and Anakin can feel the heat of it brush the back of his neck.

Day 14

“Oh,” Anakin says, when the door opens.

The scent of oncoming heat is unmistakable, and it’s overpowering, and it hits him with enough force to send him shuffling back a step.

If Obi-Wan had looked terrible yesterday, he looks even worse today. There are deep shadows under his eyes, his hair limp across his brow, and his clothes are damp with sweat.

“It’s best we didn’t today,” Obi-Wan says, finally.

“Right,” Anakin says, voice rough like it’s been dragged over gravel. “Is - can I get you anything before I go?”

Obi-Wan smiles tightly. “No, thank you, Anakin. I will see you in a few days.”

Anakin doesn’t even get the chance to say goodbye before the door is sliding shut in his face. It sends a billowing waft of something that feels like, well, like untouched, unmated, unprotected, into the hallway, and Anakin holds his breath while he walks away.

Day 15

Obi-Wan will be livid if he finds out, Anakin thinks, as he slips the glove off his right hand and steps up to the door, sometime in the dark, early hours of the morning.

He runs both hands – organic and prosthetic – over every surface of the door’s control panel. The transparisteel display screen, the durasteel plating, the rubber-padded plastoid buttons, even the sharp edges where the box itself is bracketed to the wall.

After he’s satisfied with the way his scent has shrouded the doorway, he pulls his glove back on and leaves.

Day 21

“Master Obi-Wan is here!”

Anakin rolls his shoulders to ease the achiness there. He’s been hunched over his mechnoarm for the last hour, at least, trying to reconnect a fragile strand of loose wiring.

“Having trouble?” Obi-Wan asks.

He glances up from the needle-nose pliers lodged in his wrist. Obi-Wan looks better, well-rested, he supposes, and a lot less…sweaty. “It’s fine,” he says. “Just give me a minute, then we can go do the thing.”

Obi-Wan takes the seat across from him, brow raised. “The thing?”

“The picture thing,” Anakin tacks on.

“About that,” Obi-Wan says. “I think we ought to do the thing, as you say, here, for the time being. My quarters – well –”

“Your quarters, what?” Anakin asks. “Smell bad?”

“Yes, Anakin, my quarters smell bad.”

“I guarantee they don’t smell as bad as you think they do,” Anakin says, just to push him, just a bit.

Day 28

Obi-Wan touches little in their quarters and never stays long enough to leave much of a trace, but it must leave something. Ahsoka’s nose crinkles every time she walks through the door.

Day 32

“Well,” Anakin says, powering down the datapad and setting it on the cluttered sink. “I took five stills this time. To get everything.”

Obi-Wan exhales. He moves away from Anakin, then, and reaches for his tunic. The movement twists and pulls at the grayscale whorls spiraling out over his side, down his abdomen, and his entire left pectoral.

Faint, fine lines and the lightest shading spill out across his skin around the edges of the marking, but it’ll be swallowed up by darker color soon enough, if this thing keeps up, keeps spreading.

As it stands, it’s a hair’s breadth away from the cleft of his spine, and Anakin watches the muscled flex of his back as Obi-Wan slides his tunic back over his head.

Anakin’s known from the start that Obi-Wan sends off the holostills to Master Che every day-cycle. What she does with them – or doesn’t do with them, since it’s not like she’s figured it out yet – really isn’t Anakin’s business.

So he is well aware he’s not the only one to see the monochrome tendrils creeping across Obi-Wan’s skin. And, he realizes in a numb but sudden sort of way, it bothers him utterly that there are others who do.

The feeling makes itself known when Anakin happens across Che and Jocasta Nu and Nu’s padawan in the library later that afternoon, grouped around a computer terminal, studying his still of Obi-Wan’s body.

“Exquisite,” Nu says, and her gnarled finger raises up to trace across the screen one of the swooping lines on Obi-Wan’s right oblique. “Simply exquisite. I have never seen anything like it.”

Che sighs. “Nor have I. That is the problem.”

“I shall begin my research straight away, Vokara,” Nu says, resolved. “You will keep me apprised of any changes to Master Kenobi’s condition?”

“Of course. Thank you, Master Nu.”

The old librarian turns to her padawan, then. “And what do you make of this, boy?”

The boy shrugs, edging closer to the screen. “No clue. It’s pretty, though.”

Hidden away in the shadows of a towering bookstack, Anakin bites hard into the spongy flesh of his cheek, prosthetic knuckles whirring from the strain of his tightening fist.

Day 35

It’s been two weeks since Obi-Wan’s heat ended, more than enough time for the scent of it to air out and fade away. Still, Anakin leaves Obi-Wan’s quarters with the urge to claw out of his own skin.

Day 40

“Knight Skywalker.”

“Master Che,” he replies, scowling at her retreating back as the healer glides down the hall and out of sight.

“There’s been a development,” Obi-Wan says.

Anakin meets Obi-Wan’s flinty blue gaze. “I’m guessing it’s not a good one, then.”

Day 42

The markings on Obi-Wan’s legs are even more remarkable the third day he sees them.

A couple days ago, the lines had been faint, like the lightest press of graphite on a piece of flimsi. The markings had barely shown up in the stills he’d taken, and he’d had to mess with the datapad settings before Obi-Wan had sent them off to Master Che.

Today, though.

Today, the lines are the deepest shade of black, heavy and wide. They curve in on one another, then cleave apart, and splinter off into webs of thinner, still defined lines. From the curl of Obi-Wan’s toes to the knobby bones of his ankles and kneecaps, all the way up to the mid-center of his thighs, he is covered.

It’s so unlike the chaotic, celestial explosions swallowing up the surfaces of his torso and back. There’s a pattern here in these new markings, maze-like in their design. They’re mirror images, or pretty damn close, on Obi-Wan’s right and left legs.

“And this all appeared overnight?” Anakin asks, a little breathless.

“Essentially,” Obi-Wan says, eventually. “Are we finished?”

Obi-Wan shifts where he’s prone on the couch, and the hard muscles in his calves flutter and bulge, just a fraction of a second, really, but Anakin notices, crouched at Obi-Wan’s side and entirely too close.

Anakin’s brain stutters for a moment. “What?”

“The pictures, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says. “Are we done?”

“Oh.” Anakin looks down at the glowing datapad, lax in his grip.

#obikin #my fic #tw: a/b/o #wip excerpt

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gffa · 4 years

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I LOVED THIS ENTIRE EPISODE FOR THE RUNNING ETHICAL “DEBATE”. I love it because each of these characters is at a different point in how they feel things should be handled--Ahsoka is at a place where she’s realizing the galaxy isn’t what she thought it was, which I have made my case about before, that her actions during season 5 had a lot of complicated problems from her side, too. (She never trusted anyone even before giving them a chance, literally every choice she made on the run made her look more guilty and she wouldn’t even send a message to explain herself, and ultimately it was a Jedi who solved the case against her, not Ahsoka running away.) The reason that’s important is because Trace and Rafa are designed as characters who are meant to highlight Ahsoka’s changing understanding of the complicated situations in the galaxy around her, especially Trace who has very sweet notions about what she wants to do with her life and where she wants to go, but also immediately panics and clearly doesn’t understand how anything works. Trace is idealistic and sweet, but her actions lead them into a really dangerous place, one that Ahsoka and Rafa are right about--this helped no one. One of the most fascinating things about this is that Ahsoka was absolutely not framing her suggestions to use the spice for another use as an ethical debate, she was very much pushing Rafa and Trace to look into just who they were delivering this spice to and what they were using it for, she seemed entirely serious about taking that spice and not giving it to the Pykes. Who knows, maybe she would have backed down if they had taken her more seriously, but that was not the impression she gave--not until Trace asked her, “Then how was that supposed to make our situation with the Pykes better!?” IT PRESENTS THE DILEMMA REALLY WELL: Yes, ultimately, we know that Ahsoka and Trace and Rafa will find a way out of the Pyke’s clutches, even without the spice they were supposed to deliver, but it also very firmly highlights that sometimes the ethical choice in a bubble does not work in the actual galaxy with actual context. It’s a noble goal to say that they should take the spice and turn it into medicine, but it ignores that there are real consequences to that. The Pykes aren’t just going to shrug their shoulders and not come looking. They have to pay the Pykes somehow. It’s bumping up against another interesting moment in the episode:

This is a direct moment of commentary on the state of the Republic and complicated politics within in. That the Republic is failing a lot of people is a huge part of the whole theme of the clone wars and the prequels’ story. But it’s also interesting that, upon noticing a problem and directly calling them ‘slaves’, Ahsoka still doesn’t do anything about it. She just keeps on walking, doesn’t even ask any further questions or report it to someone or try to shine a light on it. It’s understandable why, she’s an incredibly small force against a much bigger problem and doesn’t have the legal authority to actually enforce those changes if the rest of the Republic won’t actually support anything she does. Even though she’s a trained fighter and probably could have rescued some of those people, she has other things weighing on her, she’s forced into a position where she has to make shitty choices, all the more so because she doesn’t have any actual support. I say, with pretty much no subtlety at all about how the Jedi are in the exact same position, that sweeping in with the Force is worse than useless unless the Republic would actually support the changes they made, because legal authority actually really matters and the Jedi have so little of it, they’re allowed to fight the war and that’s about it nobody listens to them when they plea for better policies, and also they have a dozen other things on their plates and reasons why they have to keep trying to work within the system if they want actual change, as well as context about how they’re literally fighting to save people’s lives from the invading Separatist armies. This is an arc that’s about putting Ahsoka in the position to fight the Siege of Mandalore, but it’s also an arc about showing how complicated all of this is and that there aren’t any easy answers. That heroes are put in positions where they can be tremendously good people, who put forth noble, ethical choices, but ultimately can’t actually follow through on them because that’s not how this galaxy works. Ahsoka suggests using the spice for medicine in a way that is never framed as an ethical debate until she’s called out on how that wouldn’t actually work. Trace makes a reckless move, well, since delivering spice to the Pykes is bad, we just won’t do it then! And then the consequences of her actions are pointed out to her and she has to grapple with how that may put her beloved ship in danger. All of which is in service of the point of how nothing about this is simple. Maybe they’ll find a way out, even after Trace dumped the spice into space, they probably will even. But it’s not the easy, obvious choice and they could get really hurt doing this, as well as Trace is learning a lot about the galaxy now that she’s actually in it. It’s easier to sit back on Coruscant and judge everyone from afar, to think it’s easy to avoid the war, to make the easy, honest choices. But now she’s out there in the galaxy and it’s really hard and she just doesn’t get why it’s like this, to the point that even Ahsoka and Rafa are united against her in how bad of a decision that was in that moment. Trace is a sweet, wonderful girl who has a heart of gold, but she’s also a great illustration of someone who has never been in any kind of ethical quandary, she accepts everything at face value and focuses only on how fast her ship is and how proud she is of it (despite that she’s never actually flown in space or even has a pilot’s license!) and her answers to the situations that come up are reckless and dangerous and not sustainable, she’s an illustration of how it’s easy to say people should do this or people should do that, when you’re sitting back from the difficult parts of the galaxy. But when you’re actually in it, it’s not so easy anymore. And the situation with the Pykes shows that, which will of course eventually be resolved, but that’s one of the things about the prequels that’s really, really great, one we’ve seen in instances like where Anakin risks pretty much his entire battalion to go rescue Artoo, which is heroic on the surface, but he could have cost millions of people their lives because he was so focused on his one droid. And, in the moment, his actions work out! He risked it all, but won it all back! That’s what a hero does! Except he’ll also apply that same logic to Padme and will kill children for it and help the Empire rise for it. They’re all people doing their best in a galaxy that’s only presenting shitty options and general public that’s sitting on its ass rather than holding their politicians accountable or even standing up against the atrocities that the Separatists are committing every single day. And that’s exactly what Ahsoka, Trace, and Rafa are dealing with--a galaxy that’s presenting only shitty choices and they have to try to make the best choices within that that they can and there are absolutely no easy answers.

#ahsoka tano #trace martez #rafa martez #meta #tcw spoilers #long post

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Hi! I can’t help but be so charmed by all the PBATMB nonsense happening and I was wondering if I could ask a question? I was wondering if your chapter from Obi Wan’s perspective will touch upon why he went 0 to 60 for Anakin so fast? Like don’t get me wrong I too would want to keep Anakin in my bed forever but I just feel like it would be interesting to see his reflections on it and I was wondering if the chapter will have any of that? 🙂

Hi anon!! Of course you can ask any question I love them and also it’s pretty dead at work today so I have all the time in the world to spam y’all with PBATMB nonsense :D

To answer, the chapter kind of does I think ?? Not specifically WHY but more about why he wants him back so badly but I’ll also just spell it out better here:

In PBATMB obi-wan is mostly based off of black mask from the Birds Of Prey movie so he’s pretty OOC from the beginning! And a big part of the movie characterization of Roman that I included into PB is he sees people and things as his, not his, and going to be his soon. And also he has just this huge power/ego complex.

So Obi-Wan sees Anakin in the car Ahsoka usually drives and he’s like ‘oh that’s nice, a new thing to play with and bonus he’s pretty!’ And then anakin’s first instinct is to try to figure out how to take obi-wan down (which would probably be obvious to see if you’re a mob boss idk) and obi-wan’s attraction goes way up, especially when anakin tries to get himself under control again because obi-wan wants to see that control snap completely. It’s a power thing for him especially when he makes anakin get down on his knees in the alleyway, because anakin is clearly not like....completely sane or normal, and obi-wan can still make that man bend to his will which he really likes. He wants to see what anakin can do, and he doesn’t necessarily want to let him go because if he’s as feral as he thinks he is then it would be great to have that on a leash that obi-wan holds.

It helps that anakin’s also just very, very pretty. And stubborn.

He’s driven by a mix of power and ego, as well as the idea that obviously he should be able to have/possess anything he wants, and when anakin tells him no that just makes him that much more interested in breaking that man’s resolve

#asks #pbatmb #there’s also a little of idk suspension of belief here #but I wouldn’t say that obi-wan is the sanest ever or anything either #so he doesn’t even want anakin for healthy reasons #maybe we can also pretend Ahsoka said stuff about her brother that got obi wan fascinated #especially when he can’t find anything about her brother through his normal means #and he does so love an enigma but now he wants to know everything about the enigma #this was such a polite ask 🥺 thank you !!!!#I hope that helps a bit ?

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Ahsoka and the clones:

Rex and Ahsoka edition

Part 2

Hey guys! This is the third post in a series about Ahsoka’s relationship with the clones (here’s the one on ahsoka and the clones, minus Rex and ahsoka). I talk about what we know in canon/what’s reasonably predicted off that, what the fandom has decided, and my own takes.

It might make more sense to read my part 1 post before this one, for an analysis of their friendship in the movie through season 3! On this one I’ll go through seasons 4, 5 and 7, though obviously season 7 will have the most. Anyway, here we go!

Referencing my last post, I see them as going from mentor-student to friends and equals to family. I’ve established them as equals by the end of season 3–Ahsoka has grown a lot from that snippy 14 year old padawan, and Rex has grown to trust her. By the end of season 7 I see them as found family (i’m sorry found family is just. my favorite.)

Season 4

Ok, Ahsoka and Rex pretty much don’t interact AT ALL in season 4. But...umbara. Though Ahsoka isn’t actually present for umbara, her (and anakin’s) influence on the 501st, and the contrast between them and krell, is clear to see. I think his relationship with Anakin has just as much of an impact with what happened on umbara, but since this post is about Rex and ahsoka i’m not going to focus on Anakin.

Also WOW umbara is long but I like the points I made so get ready:

Rex has spent the whole war under Anakin, and most of it under Ahsoka. Anakin can get angry and Ahsoka can be immature especially early on and they’re both headstrong idiots sometimes, but they’re good people who care deeply for their troops. Krell is everything Anakin and Ahsoka are not. The relationship that Rex has with them is part of what makes it so hard for him to go against Krell (the other, probably bigger part being his conditioning into seeing Jedi as authority figures to always follow). Ahsoka has shown that she’s willing to die for them, with the geonosis mission, and that she mourns their deaths, with ryloth. And while not explicitly shown in canon, most of us agree that she tries to connect with her troops. Krell shares none of these traits that Rex has gotten used to seeing in his Jedi. Rex believes that the Jedi are good, and trusts them to make hard decisions to get to victory. Krell breaks this trust, and I have to think that this would have long-term consequences on his relationships with Jedi in general, and Anakin and ahsoka specifically. We aren’t shown the aftermath of umbara in the show (which is one of my biggest complaints but,, off topic), but we can’t expect such a fundamental break in trust to not have its effect on all of the 501st and their Jedi. I would say that Ahsoka probably had to build up a lot of trust (that had previously existed between them) with Rex again after umbara. And since their relationship in the show doesn’t seem to change much afterward, I could guess that Ahsoka spent a lot of time trying to help Rex and the 501st cope and trust their Jedi again (also, I’ve read some fics about ahsoka helping the troopers through the aftermath of umbara and now I believe that had to have happened for their relationship to return to what it was before).

So, at least in my opinion, after umbara Rex is less likely to place complete trust in ahsoka (though he probably hates that he can’t). Also, remember me talking about them being equals by now? Yeah, another thing Krell breaks. Ahsoka sees Rex as an equal, though technically she outranks him. She looks past the rank and sees the person (the person with more experience than her). Krell is, again, the opposite. He literally sees clones as fundamentally inferior to himself, and that dehumanization that Rex faced had to have had an effect on his own self-worth. Being constantly degraded by a figure that Rex thinks he’s supposed to see as an authority to follow, probably means that afterward his own sense of self-worth would have gone down significantly—nevermind the guilt he feels over waiting to take action against Krell. So, though Ahsoka still sees Rex as an equal, it’s complicated for Rex. For one, he’s lost trust in the Jedi, so the respect towards ahsoka purely because of her Jedi status is diminished. On the other hand, I think his opinion of himself has gone down. It’s a complicated dynamic, now. However, by this point in the war, I really think that Rex and ahsoka see each other as family (I see Ahsoka’s family including Rex and some of the older 501st like Jesse and Kix and anyone can Fight Me On This but ANYWAY). As fellow soldiers or even friends, I think the trust between them would have been permanently damaged. But as family, Rex knows ahsoka, knows that even though he’s lost some faith in the Jedi, she will never be like Krell, or even other Jedi like Quinlan Vos who aren’t literally evil but aren’t good towards the clones either. And on Ahsoka’s side, she’s going to do anything she can to help her family through the aftermath of umbara, even as a Jedi.

I think most of the aftermath is resolved between umbara and Onderon, but zygerria was. there. Rex and obi wan were slaves for an unknown amount of time. This part hurts, but I would guess that in Rex’s time there he was forced to confront some hard truths about the role of the clones in the war. They’re all proud to fight for the republic, but that doesn’t change the fact that they don’t have a choice. I think this also sets the stage for that big conversation between Rex and ahsoka after maul is captured in season 7 (“we clones have mixed feelings about the war”), where they discuss their own feelings about the war and how it’s affected them. (Also I know that most of what I just said is about Rex and not really ahsoka, but his changing viewpoints are really important in their dynamic).

Season 5

By Onderon, I think Rex and Ahsoka’s relationship is mostly back to normal (equals), and any trust lost has been repaired (not counting Rex’s permanent disillusionment(?) with the Jedi). It’s literally only them plus Anakin and obi wan oh the mission, and it seems like they’re having a good time (as much as you can in a war zone). I point out Onderon because it’s the last time they’re together before the Wrong Jedi arc.

And now...the wrong Jedi. Hearing that Ahsoka killed clones during her escape HAD to have shaken Rex. A lot. There was definitely a moment where he thought back to umbara and Krell. But Rex also chased ahsoka outside the prison, and saw that she did nothing to harm the people coming after her—in fact, went out of her way to avoid it. I think Rex was definitely struggling with himself here—his experiences with Krell would have him believe that ahsoka is capable of this, but his bond with her would have him think the opposite. Overall, in my opinion there was a moment when Rex believed it to be true (due to umbara), but I think he would have rejected the idea relatively quickly because he knows ahsoka (they’re FAMILY and she wouldn’t hurt his brothers!).

Then ahsoka is cleared but leaves the Jedi. Leaves the 501st. I don’t think that she talks to Rex or any Jedi after she leaves the temple, which means she’s out of contact for months. Rex gets a second hand account of what happened through Anakin, and knowing anakin’s anger and pain over the situation, I can’t imagine he wanted to talk about it much. So Rex probably gets told that ahsoka was cleared but isn’t coming back. (Honestly I really don’t know how this would go down but i’m leaning towards an angry Anakin giving as little explanation as possible because he doesn’t want to talk about it). Add this to what I talked about in my first post on ahsoka and the clones, how maul gleans from Jesse that the Jedi abandoned her—meaning this was Jesse’s view of what happened—this probably means that her family in the 501st blamed the council for abandoning her and didn’t blame her for leaving. This also fits with the welcome she recieves in season 7. So even though Ahsoka left, Rex still holds the same respect for her (or more, even), and still considers her family. And even though ahsoka felt she had to leave the Jedi, I doubt she ever blamed the troopers for coming after her, so she still sees Rex as family.

Season 7

Skipped season six since...no ahsoka, obviously. Just keep in mind Fives’ arc (😭😭). Also, Anakin changes. He’s still a good person, a good general, but i’m assuming Rex notices he’s more angry and a little more distant than before. They all miss their favorite padawan commander :((

NOW, Old Friends Not Forgotten:

the LOOK on Ahsoka’s face when she sees all the troopers with their helmets painted...*single tear*. Rex looks so happy to see her, and of course ahsoka is glad to see him too, but there’s clearly a large part of her that’s shocked she’s getting such a warm welcome. I think she was worried that the Rex and the troopers would think she abandoned them (and a part of herself thinks that as well). But obviously, Rex doesn’t feel that way (“you don’t have to call me commander anymore” “ok, commander”). And the helmet paint!! You can tell Rex is worried she won’t like it bc he says something like “oh the paint job is a bit messy but we hope we got the point across.” But of course ahsoka understands they’re trying to honor her, and is grateful. AND! Armor painting is such an important way for all the clones to show their individuality, and they gave that up for her (even if Rex and Jesse went back to their original paint). And back to that little moment where he calls her commander—ahsoka says “you don’t have to call me commander anymore.” I think this was her guilt at leaving showing itself, and hints to us that she thinks she’s not worthy of that title. This may be more of a stretch, but she didn’t say “i’m not a commander anymore,” she said “you don’t have to call me commander anymore.” Maybe there’s some larger guilt about her role in a republic that doesn’t care for the ones that fight and die for it. Also a stretch but I think this alludes to the fact that they see each other as equals—though technically ahsoka was a commander and Rex a captain, they were a team. Now that Ahsoka’s no longer part of the GAR, Rex doesn’t have to call her commander, doesn’t have to keep to the strict rules of authority. Instead he can have her back as a friend, as family. And when Rex calls her commander anyway, it shows his continued respect for her, not because he has to respect her as a superior and Jedi, but because she’s earned his respect through her actions.

And MOST IMPORTANTLY, Rex smiles more in this one episode than probably the entire rest of the show combined?!? We get the small happy moments, when Ahsoka doesn’t need a jetpack and races Rex to the ground (and he LAUGHS—i’m pretty sure that the only time Rex has actually laughed was in the movie in response to ahsoka, and in that ep). And once they reach mandalore, “some things never change”—they’ve returned immediately to their old dynamic. Honestly I think that one line sums up a lot of their relationship in season 7 and afterward, all the way to rebels. They may spend a lot of time apart (15 YEARS WHY), but they will always be family—that will never change.

This part is based on a picture from the ep I saw once, never to be found again (and I tried looking through the old friends ep but I can’t find the shot where you can see this), but i’m pretty sure there’s one moment in one of the episodes where you can see tally marks on Ahsoka’s bracers. She HAD to have picked that up from Rex, idk I just thought it was a nice thing to point out (unless I’m remembering the image wrong lol in that case ignore this paragraph).

Next, after Ahsoka meets with the council and doesn’t tell them about what Maul said about Anakin. Rex calls her out on it, and she doesn’t give a reason why she didn’t, but we can all guess. Anakin is probably the person she is closest to, and is the reason that she didn’t believe Maul’s claims. She probably didn’t want to tell anyone about what Maul said, because she would never believe Anakin would fall (😭). But she told Rex. This is a HUGE example of how much she trusts him, because she trusted him with this terrible information about her closest family. The only other person she had planned to talk to was Anakin, obviously. Yes, part of the reason why she didn’t tell the council was because she knew they could be...less than sensible...at times when they suspected a Jedi of using the dark side, like with her farce of a trial. (Sidenote, when Mace calls ahsoka “citizen” and Rex makes a face lol). I just. This is probably one of my favorite moments with them of the whole show? The amount of trust Ahsoka has to have in Rex to tell him that Anakin is being groomed to be a Sith Lord. I want to connect this back to all those years ago on Maridun(?) with aayla and Bly, when she trusts Rex to stay behind with injured Anakin while she goes with everyone else to find help. Ahsoka has trusted Rex with Anakin from basically the beginning, and such a long time of trust is necessary for her to tell him about Maul’s words.

Ok, now we have what you’ve been dreading waiting for...Shattered. Right before the Horrible Moment, Ahsoka gets a sort-of vision about what’s up in coruscant with Anakin and palpatine—and her immediate reaction is to run to Rex to tell him about it. Again, TRUST. There’s not even a second thought about whether to tell him or not, showing that Rex is the one person she feels she can always confide in. Of course, she doesn’t get to tell him.

First off, there were two things that saved ahsoka. One was her bond with Rex, that bought her time to react, which is what I’ll talk about. The other was Rex’s knowledge of what happened to fives and the chips. I’m not going to discuss that much in this post but just disclaimer that I view that as just as important in her survival (I think @gffa made a post on these two things which I wholly agree with and i’m sorry if i’m wrong and it was someone else that made that post!!)

Anyway. After the original Wrinkly Old Man tells Rex to execute the order, Rex is able to fight it for long enough to buy Ahsoka time to prepare, and give her the information that will save both of their lives (“Find him...Fives!”). You can see that he’s fighting so hard against the order, though in the end it wins out. He turns to face Ahsoka and he’s CRYING!!! I don’t have much analysis here because what happens in the show really says it all—ahsoka is his family, he doesn’t want to kill her. But once the chip takes over, Rex is gone.

On Ahsoka’s end, of course she knows something’s up. She knows Rex would never try to kill her, even if he was ordered to. That one line she says to Maul when she sets him free says everything about how lost she is (the clones turned against me. Even Rex.”). The latter statement isn’t meant for maul, since of course he doesn’t know much about Rex or their friendship (besides what he may have gotten from Jesse). This is all ahsoka trying to figure out what the hell was happening—because she could believe the clones turned against her, maybe. After her trial, after Brain Invaders, it’s probably easier to. But even Rex. Going back to what I said about the wrong Jedi arc, I think that Rex believed ahsoka to be innocent. Even in that arc, Rex was on her side. But this time, he wasn’t.

And then ahsoka finds out about fives and the chips. The holo of her that one of the droids plays to Rex before they knock him out makes me so sad. Ahsoka had to know that the Rex that was under the order wouldn’t listen to what she was saying in the holo, so i’m thinking that (besides a distraction) her words were meant for Rex to remember after the removed his chip—one more reassurance that it wasn’t his fault.

And here’s my thoughts on the chanting “I am one with the force and the force is with me,” as they try to find the chip in Rex’s head. Ahsoka had to have created some kind of connection between them for him to be saying these words with her—while unconscious AND still under the order. I know next to nothing about force bonds and the technical stuff, but it seems that a likely explanation for the chanting together is that some kind of connection was created between them in the force. Into the world of wild speculation, this could mean that Rex is more force sensitive than the average guy? Even if it was a temporary connection, it would make sense that Rex would have to feel the force somehow in order to connect with ahsoka to say the mantra. (Not sure I actually believe this but...putting it out there)

Once his chip gets removed and Ahsoka asks if he’s okay, Rex calls her “kid” again. I point this out because it’s definitely been a while since he’s called her anything but commander—probably out of a place of respect. But his first instinct after the chip is out is to call her “kid.” This was partially for reassurance that he’s back, because a Rex still affected by the chip wouldn’t call her kid. I also want to say though, that his first instinct is to call her kid, not commander, because he sees her as family first. And then when he has to tell her that every single clone is chipped, he calls her ahsoka (I think for the first time ever??). They’re far, far beyond their normal roles as captain and commander, and this reflects that. I also wonder if Rex realizes that ahsoka would hate to be called commander right now, after being forced to hurt the troops she has always tried to protect.

Aaaaand then they try to escape only to find the hangar filled with all the troopers, Jesse leading them. Ouch. Rex cries AGAIN (can any of us handle it? no.). He tells ahsoka that all of the clones, his brothers, only care about killing them—they don’t care if they die trying. Rex sounds so angry in this moment and for a second ahsoka looks surprised, but then she realizes how Rex is feeling and they have a Sad Moment when she takes his helmet off. There’s a moment when he visibly deflates as ahsoka seems to realize what he’s really feeling. And yeah, he turns away once his helmet is off, but he let her take his helmet off and see him cry. I feel like Rex has always been the person that’s strong for others, and doesn’t like to show his own vulnerability. Throughout the show he’s always been a steadying presence for others, whether it’s with ahsoka or fives or someone else. Even on umbara, he doesn’t let himself fall apart. But he lets ahsoka see that here. In his relationships with others, Rex almost always has to be the authority, the one who keeps calm in the face of everything. But with him and ahsoka, they can be equals—they can show their uncertainty and sadness. The only other person we see Rex really be honest with like this is Cody, in the bad batch arc when Rex talks about how he’s watched so many brothers die, and Cody says “it’s hard being the one that survives.” Cody and Ahsoka are the only people that have seen this side of Rex, because he trusts them more than anyone, and feels he doesn’t always have to be strong in front of them.

Then ahsoka says “you’re a good soldier, Rex.” I can’t NOT connect this to “good soldiers follow orders,” and Fives’ death. I don’t think ahsoka knows all about the “good soldiers follow orders,” but she knows Rex. She knows that Rex has always tried to be the good soldier, has been taught that following orders is everything, but has also grown so much over the course of the war (from meeting Cut to going through umbara to watching fives die). He’s grown into a person that realizes sometimes he has to make his own decisions, even if that doesn’t fit with the orders he’s been given. She gives him the reassurance that, despite everything, he’s still the person that he wants to be. Ahsoka sees through the anger he puts up, because of course he doesn’t want to kill his brothers, but it isn’t them anymore and what else are they supposed to do?

Once they are forced to fight the rest of the troopers in the hangar, it’s obvious that ahsoka and Rex work well together. Not much to say specifically, but the teamwork? the coordination? we love to see it (but also hate to see it bc o u c h).

Now we get back to trust (it always comes back to trust). Once they find the y-wing to escape on, Rex tells ahsoka to “get me over there” and just. Runs and jumps into thin air? Of course ahsoka gives him a boost with the force and he gets on the y-wing, but we know that Rex doesn’t like heights. It’s been a running joke through the show for other people to throw Rex in the air (geonosis? bad batch MULTIPLE TIMES lol), but it’s always without him asking and he Does Not Appreciate. This time he TELLS ahsoka to throw him over there and doesn’t even hesitate to jump. If Ahsoka hadn’t caught him he would have fallen to his death, and yet he trusts her so much that he does it anyway. He doesn’t even wait for a response from her after he tells her to throw him over there! Now, I don’t know if Rex is actually scared of heights or not, but if he is then this shows even more trust between them. He trusts her with his life completely, and probably vice versa.

And now we get to the end. Ahsoka and Rex buried all of the troopers they could find, because they’re family and it wasn’t their fault and they deserved better and agshdkjskjdh. At this point, they don’t know what’s happened in the rest of the galaxy, but Ahsoka’s felt the death in the force and they probably fear the worst. They are the only family they have left. We end with them about to get on the y wing and probably go to figure out what’s happened. Ahsoka stands at the graves and Rex sees her from beside the ship. There are no words, but they are united by the family they’ve lost.

Personally I find it really hard to believe they would have separated right after that, and i’m not sure what’s canon anymore with the ahsoka novel and when it starts, but whatever. Fitting (ish) with the ahsoka novel, they eventually realized that it wasn’t safe for either of them to stay together and had to say goodbye. I like a headcanon by someone on here (just lmk who you are and I’ll tag!!) about how ahsoka and Rex eventually find Wolffe and Gregor, but wolffe is badly affected by Ahsoka’s presence and so she makes the decision to leave. No matter what actually happened though, they stayed family, even apart. When they meet again in Rebels it’s so sweet!! They’ve both come so far from who they were at the start of the Clone Wars. In the beginning, Ahsoka saw Rex as a sort of mentor and quickly gained a lot of respect for him. Rex, in turn, was at first unsure about ahsoka but changed his mind fast. Ahsoka grows into the best Commander she can be by the end of season 3, and by this point they each see each other as equals. Though Ahsoka is commander and Rex captain, she respects his experience and cares about him as a friend, and maybe even family. By seasons 4 and 5 they see each other as family, after Ahsoka was there in the aftermath of umbara and Rex trusted her in the wrong Jedi. Even though ahsoka left, she never blamed the troopers for what she went through. And when she returns in season 7 she sees all of her family again, just for a moment, until it all comes crashing down and she and Rex are all each other has left. Over the three years of the war, Ahsoka and Rex was one of the friendships that wasn’t broken by betrayal or breach in trust. They had each other’s backs and grew to trust each other with their lives, and that didn’t change even after the war ended.

WOW that was long—I got carried away and went a lot into their individual characterization as well. Sorry if the conclusion was a bit dramatic, I wanted to wrap it up meaningfully. Let me know what you like and agree/disagree with, and hope you found this interesting!

#star wars the clone wars #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #tcw season 7 #tcw s7 #ahsoka tano #captain rex #tcw finale #sw meta #tcw meta #this was very very long wow #sorry it took me a while #so many words #ahsoka and the clones #long post #my meta

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dettiot · 4 years

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Out of the Mouth of Babes

Padme goes through an unusual change, and Anakin’s not sure how to cope with it. Rated G.

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Out of the Mouths of Babes

Padmé strode along the hallways of the Senate Building, her mind working away on a dozen major issues. And in the back of her mind, always, were the knot of worries and fear about Anakin.

“Sabé, please make sure the latest reports from the front are loaded to my datapad,” she reminded her most faithful handmaiden. Not because she thought Sabé would have forgotten, but just . . . so she would know that Padmé was worrying about Anakin.

“Of course, Senator,” Sabé said gently. “I skimmed them and it doesn’t look like there were any major hot spots in the last week.”

“That’s good,” Padmé said, pausing to smile and nod at Senator Organa as they passed in front of one of the large windows in the Senate Building. “Bail, how are you?”

He smiled and bowed to her. “I’m well. Busy, of course. But I’ll be leaving for Alderaan tomorrow night to see Breha.”

Padmé smiled, hoping she didn’t look as wistful as she felt. “How wonderful.”

Bail opened his mouth to speak, but then squinted as bright flashes of light began strobing through the window. “What . . . ?” he said.

“I don’t--” she began to say, before the flashes grew brighter than the sun. Padmé threw her hand up as she closed her eyes, feeling the light fall over her and making her feel . . . odd.

And small?

XXX

Sabé crouched beside Padmé, her heart pounding. “Padmé? Are you all right?”

A tiny hand flailed at the yards of fabric around her, then a small face with big brown eyes looked up at her. “Where am I?” she asked in a smaller, softer version of Padmé’s voice.

To go with her much smaller body.

Beside her, Senator Organa sank down on his haunches. “You’re in the Senate Building, on Coruscant, Padmé,” he said in a gentle voice.

The tiny, small child that was now Padmé looked up at him, then looked at Sabé, her lip quivering. “I live on Naboo. I want my mommy.”

“Of course you do,” Senator Organa said sympathetically. “We’ll contact her and get her here. But for now, would you please go with Miss Sabé and she’ll take you to your home here on Coruscant?”

Padmé looked at Sabé hesitantly, hugging her knees to her chest, her dress swamping her child’s figure. Then she nodded and extended one hand to Sabé.

“All right, let’s go,” Sabé said, putting on a smile. “Um, upsy-daisy,” she said awkwardly.

She helped Padmé gather her skirts and rise to her feet, then Sabé looked at Senator Organa. “Could you please make apologies for Padmé’s absence this afternoon?”

“Of course, Sabé. I’m sure this is just . . . temporary.” The Senator sounded as unsure as Sabé herself felt, but she appreciated his attempt to soothe her.

“I hope so, too. Let’s go, Padmé,” she said, clutching her hand.

Padmé nodded and started skipping along beside Sabé, looking around with big eyes at all the people surrounding them.

Meanwhile, Sabé was focused on what to do. Because whatever had happened to Padmé, it was dangerous for her to be in this state. The Trade Federation would love the simplicity of a target who wasn’t capable of fighting--and Sabé doubted the Trade Federation would have any qualms over killing a child.

No, Padmé would need protection as long as she was in this condition. Of course Sabé would do her best, as well as the rest of Padmé’s aides and former handmaidens.

But Sabé knew there was someone who would be an even better protector for her best friend.

XXX

Anakin Skywalker looked around as he approached Padmé’s apartment, feeling his nerves increase. Ever since he had received Sabé’s strange holocall, he had been worrying about what was going on with Padmé. That worry doubled when right after the call, Master Windu had called him into a Council meeting and told him Senator Organa had requested Jedi protection for Senator Amidala.

With Ahsoka off-planet with Obi-Wan, Anakin was on his own and found himself wishing either his former master or his current Padawan was with him. But on the other hand . . . being able to be with Padmé, protecting her from a threat . . . it would be like old times. Like when they had first met.

The thought was enough to quiet his nerves for a moment, long enough for him to settle himself and press the doorbell by Padmé’s door.

The chime had barely finished sounding when the door slid open to reveal Sabé. “Good evening, General. Please, come in,” she said, sounding even more no-nonsense than normal. But he also detected an air of . . .

Well, if Anakin didn’t know better, he’d say Sabé was frazzled. Which seemed impossible.

“Thank you, Sabé,” he said, stepping into the apartment and looking around for Padmé. “I’m at your and the Senator’s disposal, of course. I understand something has happened?”

Sabé’s face was blank, but her lips thinned infinitesimally. “Yes.”

Before Anakin could ask any more questions, a small blur dashed into the room, a loud shriek emanating from it. Hot on its heels came Dormé, holding a large towel. “Padmé, please!”

Anakin blinked as the blur resolved itself into a small, dripping-wet child, with big brown eyes and curly brown hair . . . and completely naked.

Dormé quickly wrapped her towel around the child and scooped her up, carrying her back to the refresher. Anakin’s eyes followed the two of them, but his body was frozen in place as he tried to figure out what he had just seen.

Then, slowly, he turned to look at Sabé.

“Would . . . would you like a seat?” Sabé asked weakly.

He sat down heavily, still staring at his wife’s best friend.

“Three days ago, the Senator was . . . caught . . . in an accident of some kind,” Sabé said slowly, sitting down across from him. “From everything we can tell, and from her medical records, she was regressed to her four-year-old self. We don’t understand what’s happened, which is why we wanted a Jedi to come and evaluate her. And more than that . . .” Sabé looked around and lowered her voice. “I knew you would want to know.”

Almost unconsciously, Anakin reached out for Padmé through the Force, searching for her presence. He could sense a flicker of her in the apartment, something small and uncertain, like a flame in the wind.

“I . . . I’ve never heard of anything like this happening,” Anakin said slowly. “Certainly not to someone who isn’t Force-sensitive. But--but I suppose I should reserve any guesses at what caused this, until I’ve . . . until I’ve talked to Padmé,” he said, discarding his thought of talking to Master Yoda for the time being.

Sabé nodded and rose to her feet. “I’ll bring her out.”

“Sabé--wait,” he said, taking her wrist. “What . . . what is she like?”

A rush of emotion flickered through Sabé’s eyes. “She is very much like Padmé. Strong-willed, determined, but also kind.”

Anakin wondered what Sabé was leaving unsaid. But he supposed he would find out very soon.

Sabé slipped out of the room, and after a few minutes, she returned, tugging Padmé along with her. “Come along, Padmé, this nice man needs to talk to you.”

“No,” Padmé said, in a stubborn voice that Anakin couldn’t help smiling at. Because she sounded very much like his angel.

Rising to his feet, Anakin knelt to one knee in front of Sabé and Padmé, putting himself more on Padmé’s current level. “Hello.”

Padmé looked at him for a long moment, her eyes thoughtful and calculating. It gave him time to really look her over, to see the woman she became in the soft, childlike features in front of him. He felt his heart swell as he wondered if they ever had a child, if they would look like Padmé did now.

That’s if you’re able to figure this out and bring back *your* Padmé, his sarcastic inner voice reminded him.

Doing his best to ignore that voice, Anakin held his hand out to her. “My name is Anakin. Would you mind talking to me for just a few minutes? I know it’s late and you’re probably sleepy.”

She shook his hand, then frowned. “No, I’m not,” she said emphatically, shaking her head and sending a tangle of curls shifting around her face and small shoulders as she responded to his last statement.

Anakin smiled a little. “Okay. Well, how about we talk?”

Padmé nodded, then took his hand again. “This way.” She tugged on him, with surprising strength, and dragged him over to the couch. She climbed up, letting go of his hand, and then plopping down on the cushions. She arranged her long white nightgown and blue robe carefully, then looked up at him, her bare feet bouncing a little.

Slowly, Anakin sat down beside her, leaving some space between them. “Do you know your name?”

The look she gave him was scathing. “I’m not a baby. I know my name. It’s Padmé. And I know all the planets in the Chommell Sector, and I know arithmetic, and how to say ‘Hello’ and ‘It’s nice to meet you’ in six languages.”

“Wow,” Anakin said, not faking the impressed tone in his voice. “You’re right, you’re not a baby. I asked my question wrong. What I meant was, when you woke up here, did you know your name was Padmé before anyone called you that?”

She frowned, but nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” Anakin said, taking her in. Focusing on her presence, sensing how different it felt now.

“You’re really tall,” Padmé said. “I bet you can reach all the things on the shelves.” She pointed to the display shelves around the room.

Anakin chuckled softly. “Yeah, I can.” He leaned in closer to her. “So what do you want from the shelves?”

Padmé gave him a conspiratorial smile. “The blue fish,” she said, pointing at a small figurine on the top shelf--a knickknack Anakin knew she had brought with her from Naboo.

“Well . . . if you don’t mind answering my questions, perhaps I could get it for you to play with,” Anakin said.

She weighed that thought, then nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling. “All right, so my next question is . . . have you ever heard of something called the Force?”

“Yes,” Padmé said, before frowning. “But I don’t know what it is.”

“That’s okay, Padmé,” he told her. “The Force is an energy field that surrounds all of us. Some people can sense the Force, and can use it to learn things and to protect themselves and others.”

Her brown eyes went big. “Can you do that?”

Part of him couldn’t help preening a little at her words. “Yes, I can. I want to use the Force to see what’s happened to you.”

“Will it . . . hurt?”

“Not at all,” Anakin reassured her.

“Well . . .” Padmé’s eyes went to the blue fish, then returned to his. “Okay.”

Anakin reached out slowly, delicately touching Padmé’s mind. Her eyes drifted close and she leaned against the couch cushions.

Her mind was nothing like his Padmé’s. It was underdeveloped, almost unformed, but there were still hints of who she would become. And her essence--that core of her that was still Padmé--was there.

Slowly, he searched through her mind, looking for any hints as to what caused this. It was so strange. He would understand if her body had remained unchanged but her mind altered to her younger self. But both her body and mind being altered? It seemed like something out of holofiction.

His heart seemed to sink as he realized he didn’t know what had happened or how to fix this. And he felt the fear in his heart, at the thought of losing Padmé. Yes, she would probably grow up and be fine . . . but how would he survive without her?

It wasn’t fair!

Drawing in a breath slowly, Anakin made himself push aside his own fears and withdraw his hands from Padmé’s temples. She looked up at him, an unhappy, confused look on her face. Then, to his shock, she moved and threw her arms around him.

“Um . . . Padmé?” he asked in surprise, glancing at Sabé.

The former handmaiden looked as surprised as he felt. “Padmé hasn’t hugged any of us.”

“You need a hug,” Padmé said, her voice muffled against his tunic.

With some hesitation, Anakin lowered his arms and gave Padmé a gentle hug in return. “Well, thank you.”

Padmé pulled back and looked up at him. “Are we all done?”

It was so hard to not reach out and stroke her hair. “Yes, we’re all done for now.”

“Can I play with the fish now?” she asked, making her brown eyes seem especially pleading.

“No, Padmé, it’s bedtime,” Sabé said, speaking up for the first time. “But I will let you play with the fish tomorrow. I promise.”

A look of disgruntlement flickered over Padmé’s face, but she seemed to sense that there was no use in arguing with Sabé. A sentiment that Anakin fully agreed with.

“Okay.” She wiggled down off the couch. She dashed over to Sabé and took her hand again.

Anakin rose to his feet. “Good night, Padmé. Sweet dreams.”

She gave him a smile that was small and adorable. “Good night, Anakin.” She made a little curtsey, prompting what was almost an eye roll from Sabé, who then led Padmé away.

Running a hand over his face, Anakin assessed what should happen next. Just because he hadn’t found any cause for Padmé’s regression didn’t mean there wasn’t one. Master Yoda would be much more capable than he was at searching Padmé’s mind.

But the thought of taking Padmé into the Temple . . . it didn’t sit right with him. He wasn’t sure why, but . . . it just didn’t.

At the very least, he could talk to Master Yoda and share this information.

Dormé stepped out into the living room. “Master Skywalker? I was wondering if you needed to return to the Temple immediately?”

“No, not immediately,” Anakin said. “I was going to return and tell Master Yoda that I would need his help . . .”

Dormé nodded. “Then I don’t suppose you’d mind fulfilling a request of Padmé’s?”

“Of course not,” Anakin said quickly.

“Follow me,” Dormé said, leading him into the room he already knew the way to.

In the bed they normally shared, Padmé looked especially small. Her cheeks were flushed and there were tear tracks on her face.

“Padmé?” he asked, moving past Dormé and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed. “What is it?”

She sniffed but squared his shoulders. “Could you brush my hair? It’s all tangled and I want you to fix it.”

Not for the first time, Anakin wondered if Padmé had some kind of ability that went beyond the Force. How else to explain her talent at offering exactly what someone needed when they needed it?

A hairbrush and comb appeared in his line of vision, proffered by Sabé. Taking them both, Anakin looked at Padmé and did his best to smile at her. “All right. Turn around and face the pillows.”

Her face lit up, her tears forgotten, as she scrambled into place. Anakin noticed how knotted her hair was, and remembered how much Padmé hated having those knots brushed out.

Gently and delicately, he began working his way through her hair, unsnarling the fine hairs. “So, why don’t you tell me all the planets in the Chommell Sector?” he said softly after a few moments.

“There’s Naboo, of course,” Padmé said. “But also Behpour, Chommell Minor, Erep, Karlinus, Kreeling, Moth, Storm, Widow . . . Have you ever been to Naboo?”

“I have,” Anakin said, working on a difficult tangle. “I’ve been to Theed, and to the Lake Country.”

“We have a villa in the Lake Country. Maybe you could come visit us there! My mommy is coming to stay with me. It just takes a long time for her to get to Coruscant from Naboo.”

He smiled a little at the enthusiasm and welcome in her voice. “I hope she gets here soon.”

“Me, too. I miss her. And Daddy, and Sola . . . but Sola’s all grown up and has little girls, too.” Padmé’s voice sounded like she was pouting. “They’re older than me. I should be older than them! I’m their aunt!”

Anakin couldn’t help a soft chuckle. “We all hope we’ll be able to get you back to your right age soon, Padmé.”

“I know. ‘Be patient, Padmé’,” she said, sounding like she was reciting something she had heard often. “Easy for everyone else to say.”

“Tell me about it,” Anakin said in commiseration.

The worst of the tangles were smoothed out, allowing Anakin to begin running the hairbrush through her hair slowly.

Padmé let out a soft sigh. “That feels good, Anakin. Do you have a little girl? Is that how you got good at brushing hair?”

“Um . . . no. I’m a Jedi. We don’t have families.”

“Well, that doesn’t make any sense,” Padmé said matter-of-factly. “Who takes care of you, if you don’t have a family?”

You.

Anakin swallowed down the word. “Well . . . I have my Master, Obi-Wan. He’s like . . . like my father and my brother, all in one. And I have a Padwan--someone I’m teaching to be a Jedi,” he explained. “Her name is Ahsoka. But she’s a Togruta, so she doesn’t have hair to brush.”

“Lucky,” Padmé said around a yawn.

Dormé spoke softly. “Are you tired, Padmé?”

She nodded a little and shifted around, reaching up to run her little hands through her hair. She looked up at Anakin and beamed. “Thank you for brushing my hair.”

Swallowing and trying not to snap the comb in his mech hand from gripping it too hard, he nodded and smiled back. “You’re welcome.”

He stood up, backing away as Dormé leaned in to braid Padmé’s hair. She finished the task quickly and kissed Padmé’s cheek. “Time to sleep.”

Padmé nodded, yawning again and snuggling down under the covers. “Good night,” she said, her eyes closing almost immediately.

“Good night, Padmé,” Anakin couldn’t help saying. Then he shoved the brush and comb into Sabé’s hands and stepped out of the room, leaving the apartment as quickly as he could.

He could hear and feel Sabé hurrying after him. “General Skywalker--”

“What, Sabé?” he said, turning to look at her, trying to hold his anger in check. Anger at Sabé for delaying his escape, anger at all the feelings swamping his meager control, anger at this whole situation.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, before she gathered herself and returned to her usual erect posture. “Just . . . thank you.”

“For what? I don’t know what caused this, I don’t know how to fix it, and for all I know, Padmé’s gonna have to grow up twice!”

Proving her worth and value, Sabé didn’t back down in the face of his anger. “But you put Padmé first. She’s been acting out ever since this happened--throwing tantrums, whining, or being incredibly clingy. You’re the first person she’s reacted to like the girl she really is. And I know it couldn’t have been easy for you, to see her like this. So . . .thank you.”

Now it was time for Anakin’s shoulders to slump. He nodded a little, feeling the flames of his anger die down to embers. “Just . . . tell Padmé I’ll be back in the morning. I’m going to talk to Master Yoda about her condition and what else we can do.”

“Very good,” Sabé said. “I’ll comm you if anything changes.”

“Thank you,” he said, meaning the words. Trying to act more like the grown man he was.

She gave him a small smile. “Good night.”

With a nod, Anakin left the apartment, walking slowly to his speeder and going through everything in his mind. Wondering if he could make himself hang in there until Padmé grew up again. Wondering what he would do if that Padmé would love him, too.

XXX

After a sleepless night and a long session of meditation, Anakin went to the Council meeting room to wait for Master Yoda. Fortunately, the ancient Jedi didn’t make him wait long.

“Troubled, Master Skywalker?” Yoda asked, looking up at him. “The Senator, what is her condition?”

“It’s very odd, Master Yoda,” he said, following him into the meeting room. “Her body and mind seem to be that of her four-year-old self.”

“Hmph,” Yoda said, sitting in his normal seat. “Seem? Or actually are, body and mind?”

Anakin spread his hands. “I didn’t sense any darkness or malevolence in her mind. No trace of the Dark Side acting upon her like this. And I could understand if the Force could make her mind regress, but her body as well?”

“Many times I say, luminous beings we are, not crude matter,” Yoda said, gently poking his shoulder with his gimmer stick. “But have the Force, the Senator does not. Strange, it is.”

“Yes,” Anakin said with a nod, resisting the urge to rub his shoulder. “I hoped you might come with me to the Senator’s apartment, to examine her with your greater skill.”

“Bring her here, you do not?”

Pressing his lips together, Anakin strived to do what Obi-Wan would do in this situation. “Given the Senator’s history and profile, I thought it would be best if as few people as possible were aware of this . . . change.”

“Mmm . . . a point, you have.” Yoda hoisted himself upright. “Take me to the Senator, you will. Help her, we shall.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda,” he said, following him. “I know the Senator appreciates your concern.”

“A strong supporter of the Jedi, she is,” Yoda affirmed. “At this time, lose our friends, we cannot.”

Anakin nodded in agreement, even as his thoughts turned, once again, to the thought of losing Padmé.

Thankfully, Yoda allowed him to stay lost in his thoughts as he drove them to Padmé’s apartment. Keeping his steps small and slow for Yoda’s benefit gave Anakin extra time to prepare himself.

If Padmé couldn’t be restored to her true self . . . then Anakin would find a way to cope. He had Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, after all. And perhaps he would be able to visit Padmé occasionally. Plus . . . if she was on Naboo, with her family, growing up, she would be safe. Away from the dangers of Coruscant, protected by the people who loved her.

He would just have to trust in the Force, that it was doing all of this for a reason.

That didn’t stop him, though, from punching the doorbell at Padmé’s apartment a little harder than necessary.

And it wasn’t until he pressed the doorbell that he thought to reach out for the feelings of the apartment’s inhabitants. Strangely, they all felt . . . excited?

The door slid open and Sabé smiled widely at him. “I was just about to comm you.”

“Good news, you have?” Yoda asked, a smile on his face as they stepped into the apartment.

Before Sabé could respond, a small blur approached them and threw their arms around Anakin’s neck. “Ani!” Padmé cried out.

Adult Padmé. His Padmé.

And even with Master Yoda standing right there, Anakin couldn’t help hugging her tightly, pressing his face against her neck. “Padmé,” he breathed out.

She pulled away, smiling brightly at him. “I’m back,” she said. “I just woke up this morning and I was me again.”

“I see,” he said, beaming at her. He reached out and brushed a curl out of her eyes, his fingers smoothing her braid a little.

“It was the strangest thing. It’s like I remember what happened, but it’s all like it really happened when I was four, and not over the last three days,” Padmé said.

“Amazing powers, the Force has. Beyond all we know, we always find,” Master Yoda said.

Padmé’s face flushed and she wrapped her arms around herself, since she was . . . in a robe. Thankfully not the robe she had been wearing last night, as that one would be much too small for her.

“Yes, Master Yoda,” she said. “I--I must thank you, and General Skywalker, for your concern for me.”

“Least we could, for Senator Amidala,” Yoda said, giving her a kind smile. “Allow you and Master Skywalker to speak, I will.”

Anakin stared at Yoda as he turned and headed for the door. “Master Yoda?”

“Think we know so little, you do?” Master Yoda said, pausing to look at him. “Aware, we are. Aware, and accepting. But, careful you will be,” he said, lifting his gimmer stick. “More than just Jedi, against such a relationship.”

And with that, Yoda turned and walked out of the apartment, leaving him absolutely dumbstruck.

“Ani?”

“Yeah?” he asked, only glancing at Padmé before he looked back at the now-closed door.

“Did--did Master Yoda basically just tell you that he . . . and that it’s okay that we . . . ?”

Anakin gave his head a shake, like he was trying to slot all the pieces into place after thinking they would never fit. “Um . . . yeah. I think he did.”

“Maybe I should have been turned into a four-year-old sooner.”

“Never say that,” Anakin said quickly, turning to look at her and then scooping her up in his arms. “But since we’ve just been given an all-clear by the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, I’m going to take you to your bedroom. And it’s not to brush your hair.”

Padmé beamed at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But you do it so well, Anakin. Pretty please?”

How could he resist that smile? The short answer: he couldn’t. “Oh, all right,” he said, unable to stop smiling at her. “But later.”

“Much later,” Padmé agreed, leaning in to kiss him.

End.

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Splintered Perspective [β]

(A/N: For reference, any fics I write that aren’t related to my main series will be marked with [ β ] in the title. I may just have to make a masterpost to organize these at some point. Anyway,the prompt for this was: ‘How Rex or some other person from Ahsoka’s past would react to her being enemies with benefits or in a relationship with Maul.’ I decided to go with multiple POVs for the fun of it. And so I didn’t break myself with The Sad. Poor Rex T_T. Perspectives are not in chronological order. Mentions of past Ahsoka/Barriss. Warnings for dehumanization, mentions of torture, death, violence, some ableism and possible misogyny.(Maybe? Your mileage may vary.) Unbeta’d. ) Being one with the Force is...not exactly what she had been taught to expect. Barriss Offee is part of everything, all at once. Those in the Light, living and dead, she is all of them, and yet still herself, in a manner of speaking . Time is no longer such a rigid concept, nor is there any particular sense of urgency. What has happened was meant to be, and the future...Is forever shifting, ripples overlapping in a still pool. Which is why it comes as such a surprise when she can feel Master Plo’s disapproval like a storm on the edge of breaking. At first, she cannot determine what has woken his ire, but slowly the images come into focus. Ahsoka.

Barriss no longer possesses a heart, and yet she cannot deny the lance of bittersweet pain through her chest. There is relief that her friend is still alive, but also regret and something bordering on envy. A feeling that only sharpens when she notices the tattooed Zabrak that Ahsoka currently has pinned down. Wait. She knows him. Not personally, but...He is a Sith, a murderer, a monster. Why is Ahsoka-brash, kind, clever person that she is- smiling at him? It is possible that she is misinterpreting this. Both of them appear rather bruised and a touch bloody, and the lack of lightsabres doesn’t mean-She misses the words exchanged between the pair of them, but...The kiss is unmistakeably passionate, bordering on obscene as the Force crackles around them. Somehow, this is not the worst of it. When they part for air, there is a...look, shared between their eyes, and Barriss experiences true dread. Long ago, she and Ahsoka had-been close. Intimately so. As much as anyone could be, following the Order’s mandate that attachment was forbidden. She’d harboured dreams then, of maybe and one day...But no. Too much had happened, and her rosy illusions had been cruelly shattered. Somehow, watching this unfold hurts worse. Because there is something genuine beneath the crude physical attraction on display. Master Plo does not say a word, but his righteous indignation is so strong that it is a miracle he does not physically manifest in front of them.

Her dearest companion does not belong in the Dark, with this...creature trapping her in his coils, dripping venom into her thoughts. Barriss can only hope Ahsoka will extricate herself before it is too late.

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The failed apprentice. A wretched vermin who simply refuses to die. Not for much longer. Darth Vader’s gaze narrows as he reviews the incident reports. A decade of nothing but the occasional annoyance and whispers from the dregs of the galaxy, and only now does Maul scurry out from beneath whatever rock he has been sheltering under. Why? There is no grand plan, no great advantage in breaking into an Imperial prison. Especially one that contains such...unimportant occupants. Then again...The swathe of carnage and destruction left behind had been almost a direct path between the Dathomirian’s entry point and the interrogation chambers. Not a calculated assault, but an act of rage and desperation. Vader had felt it at the time, how the Dark Side had howled and torn at itself like a half-crazed beast. And then there was the fate of the interrogator: Hands cut off, abdominal perforation, shattered jaw,and eyes torn from their sockets. He had suffered a great deal, however briefly. As for the prisoner with him- Records list a female Togruta, mid-to-late twenties, with blue eyes and orange skin. Possibly Force sensitive, but difficult to determine due to her physical state upon capture. The prisoner hadn’t been in possession of anything resembling lightsabres, but had been carrying a wealth of assorted small armaments. It couldn’t be. She died back when...We found her sabres among the graves. Anakin Skywalker is long dead, but sometimes his ghost is loud enough to be heard over the multitudes that inhabit Vader’s hulking, monstrous shell.

Graves required someone to dig them first. Which meant that either some unknown individuals had come along and taken pity on a multitude of strangers...Or that the survivours had done the work themselves. Yet, if Ahsoka Tano lives, and was temporarily imprisoned, it still does not explain the identity or methods of her unlikely rescuer. She was sent to capture him on Mandalore, why would Snips-? Why did she leave us? We needed her when Padme- The room around him warps and buckles in a single, furious moment of clarity. She chose that...animal. That thing, Oh, but she’d been richly rewarded, hadn’t she? One only had to look at the risks her...protector had taken just to secure her freedom. Approval and utter disgust war within him as he rises. So be it. Sentiment has already destroyed them, and it will be his pleasure to finish a task that should have been resolved long ago. Traitors to the Empire must all be purged.

===== Rex should probably be angry. Ahsoka is certainly looking at him like a shiny expecting a stern lecture for breaking regs. Instead he just feels...tired. He can’t be mad at her, not really. Maybe if he’d stuck around longer or managed to make contact more often, this wouldn’t have happened. Or maybe it would have. Maker knows his trio of Jedi could never stay out of trouble for long, and that war makes for strange alliances and even stranger...pairings. Still, he has to ask, because he knows her, knows the depths of love and compassion that make her who she is, beneath the layers of soldier and spy.

“Is it serious?” Ahsoka fidgets with her lekku a bit. “I don’t know.” A long pause as she inhales. “It keeps happening, and...I want to murder him half the time, Rex. The problem is that he likes it.” The expression on her face perfectly sums up her opinion on that little tidbit of info. He might have laughed, under different circumstances. Instead, he takes her hands in his. “We’ve known each other for a long time. I might not understand why you’re doing this, or how it works-” He absolutely does not need to know the mechanics, as there are not enough drugs or alcohol in the galaxy to purge the associated mental images. “-but I trust your judgement. And your ability to slice his horns off and hang him from his ears over a pit of rathtars if he pushes you too far.” Rex grins, silently offering to be her backup should that ever happen. Kind of a surprise it hasn’t already, since Maul never karking shuts up and Ahsoka’s patience has a set limit for windbags. Her eyes are wet when she hugs him tightly. “You’ll be the first person I call, Captain. And I’m sorry.” He knows she’s not just apologizing for this, not with their history. “I’m sorry too, Commander.” Rex murmurs, hugging her back. They can stay like this for a while longer. Her superiors are just going to have to wait. He might not be such a ‘good’ soldier anymore, but he knows damned well how to be a good friend. And that’s what they both need, more than anything. People that will survive the disaster long enough to see it end, and come out smiling.

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“When I warned that you might be tempted by the Dark Side, I did not expect it to be quite so literal.”

“Master.” “Then again, I suppose there is a certain appeal. Ventress was certainly a...passionate opponent. Lovely sense of humour, too. I suppose you don’t get much of that with your-No, I suppose you are the better half in this equation.” “Master Kenobi.” “Come now, we haven’t spoken in ages, surely you can indulge your grand-master’s curiousity.” “You did not break comm silence after years of letting everyone think you were dead just to call me about my sex life.” “Well, no, but it is an unexpected bonus. How does that work, exactly?” “It sounds like you’re angling for a demonstration.” “Oh Maker, no. I’m not that eager to find out.” “Good, because I don’t particularly feel like dealing with him if he decides to drop everything just to hunt you down.” “Ah. He’s...still upset about that, is he?” “You have no idea.” “Well then. To business. And Ahsoka?” “Yes, Master?” “It is good to hear your voice again. Do take care of yourselves.” “You too, Master Kenobi. And don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

“One last question: When should I expect great-grand-padawans?”

“OBI-WAN!!!!” (A/N: Yes, I had to end with levity. Especially considering the characters involved. To clarify, Anakin isn’t upset because he has any sort of romantic inclination towards Ahsoka. It’s general Darksider possessiveness/jealousy mixed in with a lot of anger and some guilt. Looking after Ahsoka’s wellbeing was ‘his’ job, so far as he’s concerned. And now it’s apparently been usurped by That One Asshole. Also, if anyone’s going to recognize that level of...obsessive regard, it’s gonna be the OG Skywalker Drama King. Many thanks to the anonymous person who requested this, both for the prompt and your compliments. Cheers!)

#maulsoka #Plo Koon Greatly Disapproves of Maul's BS #sadly Bariss and the Seventh Sister are not the same person #that would have been tragically awesome though #Rex is The BestTM #Obi-Wan has to joke about this in order to avoid Trauma #And possibly a heart attack #Anakin is very salty but also missing the point

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meandmyechoes · 4 years

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@catvilleanddogland replied to your post“Ahsoka’s arguing with Obi-wan”

There is no right or wrong in this scenerio bc they are both right in their own senses. Ahsoka was thrown way too easily to please the senate (aka chancellor) without even actually listening to what ahsoka had to say. You can’t just expect someone to give away their life on more one occasion and then expel them from the community at the slightest doubt. They were just trying to please the council and Ahsoka was pretty much aware of it.

I see people complaining about how she shouldn’t have escaped but in reality that’s what would anyone do in a situation like that. You simply wouldn’t be able to go down bc of somebody else’s crime. She was set up and she couldn’t get the council to actually listen to her. They all acted like “yea dark side tends to cloud your judgements missy”

I agree with you about them both being right in this scenario. If we can take anything positive in this rather bitter exchange, it’s that at least they are brutally honest to each other and that both of them are reliable narrators, and considered each other strong enough to see through that criticism.

I’m one of those people that were in the ‘Ahsoka shouldn’t have run’ camp when it first aired. My view is only shaken during my most recent rewatch a few weeks ago. I believed in the justice system, and I still believes in presenting strong scientific evidence (which she hasn’t, she is going to personally bring in and rely on the perpetrator’s confession). (also I’m a forensics nerd) My belief in the justice system has come from and changed because of the political situation in 2019 Hong Kong, that unfortunately put my people through what Ahsoka had - being falsely accused, and of the most serious charge possible - that is a huge and personal reason I make that final connection as to agreeing to her escape.

Contextually, Ahsoka’s choice should be compared with Fives’ experience in exposing the Order 66 conspiracy. The two stories are side by side (S5 finale + S6 permiere) He believed in the system. They are both soldiers for the Republic but Ahsoka’s immediate distrust in it made a stark contrast with Fives’ faith. Furthermore, in trusting the Republic (and Sheev) that we see Fives fail. So whether I personally like it or not, it seems Ahsoka’s escape was the right thing as put forward by the narrative.

Given, Ahsoka’s Jedi trial in The Wrong Jedi still upsets me because how little both parties get things across. The council is throwing assumptions on her and Ahsoka didn’t really had time to gather the oh-so-important evidence that Mace they demanded. By virtues of being a Jedi, “blaming” the dark side is a very easy coping mechanism but in this case where the Force doesn’t come into play and could’ve easily been resolved with a thorough forensic investigation, it’s heartbreaking to see Ahsoka defending herself by more denial than statements of fact. She had been in such a distraught place that she has partially given up after fighting so hard in 5.18 and 5.19. She became the calm one between her and Anakin because she is so tired she’s ready to give up. She admits to Padme in the prison cell that she isn’t hopeful about her Republic trial after she has defeated in the Jedi Council. *sigh* that poor girl. (A lot of things makes me go ‘that’s a shame’ in The Wrong Jedi like how they very sensibly deleted clunky scenes that would give a holistic view of other parties like Yoda and Tarkin for pacing’s sake)

BUT obi wan is also right bc coruscant is indeed the heart of the republic and if they let the chancellor get hurt bc they chose to help someone else, people would riot even harder. The senate would be out of control and jedi would be gone even earlier. Bc they aligned themselves with the republic, and bc palpatine pulled the strings so that they were the face of anything that went wrong, they had new responsibilities to those people.

Ahsoka didn’t know obi wan tried, all she saw was the people she considered as family abandoning her. And Obi wan knows if he does choose mandalore over coruscant it will look and feel like he let his emotions get in the way. Which, again, is true. One thing we forget is obi wan is an adult, and one of the best master’s at the time, but ahsoka is just a teenager with trust and self trust issues. It’s her right to be angry, just as it’s obi wan’s right when he is accused of things he didn’t do.

Yes, I think Ahsoka understands what you said here about Coruscant’s importance, and that’s the reason why she went through with the argument is a personal one. If not, It’s even weirder that she would truthfully oppose to saving Coruscant when her two new best friends live there.

To add on your case about Obi-wan’s withdrawal from Mandalore, we have to keep in mind that the last time he did what Ahsoka and Bo-Katan are asking, to go without guidance from the Council, he failed spectacularly. Satine died because of him and he barely escaped himself. That experience alone is enough to cause Obi-wan retreats back into the shelter of the Council.

Your point about their life experiences is very valid. I’m luckily young enough to remember my teen self having the same rivalry with my parents out of spite. That’s probably why it’s weird to see people arguing that one side is right and the other isn’t. The ideology debate is already clear cut enough for me that I would like to explore what the exchange meant to them personally. Especially taking into account the ‘last meeting’ sentiment, why it should be what they are speaking for instead of how they feel?

#catvilleanddogland #replies #my sw meta #Ahsoka’s arguing with Obi-wan #this got long!#eeee #long post #thank you for enjoying my writing and taking your time to write about iit #709 argument

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sirloozelite · 5 years

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Bonus scene- The Machinations of the Son 8.5

So... those that have read my latest one shot will know that the end of it features a rather pissed off Togruta. I wanted to explore the fallout of her anger, as well as her emotions, however I couldn’t fit it in with the main one shots as they are exclusively from Anakin’s POV, and I doubt she’ll let him near him at the moment.

To that end I decided to create a little bonus scene instead that sort of bridges the gap between the two chapters, as it will also help explain something that happens next time as well.

Not only that but I thought it’d be another good opportunity to expand the Kaesoka aspect of the story for those fans. Either way I hope you like it.

Normally, the sight of Ahsoka Tano within her apartment was one that calmed Kaeden Larte down. The Togruta former Jedi had an aura about her that radiated calm and coolness to those around her. Just by seeing her you felt as if everything would be alright.

Well, at least Kaeden did. No doubt she was slightly biased towards Ahsoka and how she was viewed by those around her.

So naturally, when the Togruta in question came storming out of the doorway that led down into the basement where two variations of her former Jedi Master currently were, it was clear that something was wrong with her. Not only that, but her expression was downright murderous.

Kaeden watched as she strode through the assembled group of people, some of which called out to her in concern, but all were ignored. Instead, the Togruta woman moved swiftly and aggressively towards the hallway, before heavy thuds could be heard, signifying that she was storming off upstairs for some reason.

Kaeden might not have been Force sensitive, but even she knew when someone was hurting, or at least angry with someone. She had spent enough time around the Togruta to know when she was angry. Whatever had happened down in the basement had upset Ahsoka tremendously if she stormed out like that.

Without hesitation, Kaeden moved to follow. In her position as Ahsoka’s girlfriend, it fell to her to comfort her, not that Kaeden minded at all.

It didn’t take long for Kaeden to find where Ahsoka had come from. The sounds of aggravated and infuriated yells echoed from within their bedroom, a clear sign that something was wrong. Upon entry, Kaeden bore witness to a sight she had never seen before.

Ahsoka was beyond angry, a look of pure rage on her face as she picked up and threw one of her pillows at the wall with all her might. The soft impact it had did little to satiate Ahsoka’s anger however, resulting in the Togruta picking the pillow up and throwing it three more times before letting out another roar of frustration, slamming one of her hands onto the bed itself.

“Ahsoka? Are you alright?” Kaeden asked, already knowing the answer. The Togruta didn’t reply however instead storming off into the ensuite bathroom, grumbling under her breath. Kaeden was able to decipher a few of the words, but not much else. Something about ‘Anakin’ and ‘murder’.

Crossing the room herself, Kaeden barely managed to make it to the bathroom door before she heard the sound of glass shattering, along with a quiet yelp of pain.

Instinct kicked in and Kaeden moved as fast as she could, pulling Ahsoka into her arms, even as the Togruta fell to her knees, whimpering softly, barely concealing her tears. Kaeden didn’t spare much of a glance towards the now broken mirror. All her focus was on ascertaining and repairing Ahsoka’s wounds, both physical and mental.

Gently, Kaeden pried open Ahsoka’s balled up fist, and began to inspect for damage. Her knuckles were bright red, standing out even upon her orange skin, and several small cuts lined the surface of her skin from where she had punched the mirror in anger. Nothing was broken luckily, except maybe Ahsoka’s pride.

And the mirror.

Thankful that was the extent of the physical damage, Kaeden began to pull Ahsoka back to her feet, gently guiding her towards the bed, before laying down next to her on it, resting their foreheads together.

Whether on purpose or not, Ahsoka let this happen. Perhaps she was too busy trying in vain to contain the tears that were threatening to fall.

“It’s ok Ahsoka, your safe. You will always be safe.” Kaeden whispered to her softly, one hand grasping her uninjured hand tightly, the other resting against her side, pulling the Togruta into an embrace. Once again, Ahsoka let her.

“He said he’d of murdered me! Me! His own Padawan! And he would have killed me without blinking! I hate him Kaeden! I hate him so much!”

“What! He said that?” Kaeden replied as best she could, barely withholding her own anger at the situation. How dare he say such a thing! No one would touch a metaphorical hair on Ahsoka’s body if Kaeden had anything to say about it.

“I asked him the question. His lack of response is all the evidence I’ll ever need.” Ahsoka replied, a soft sob escaping her in the process. Kaeden could tell she was tormented by what she had discovered. He usually bright blue eyes that were full of hope and joy, as well as an element of mischievousness were dull and broken, haunted, as if threatening to break loose like some sort of dam.

“I’m so sorry Ahsoka. I know how much he meant to you, even after everything.”

The words offered little comfort, that Kaeden knew, but she really didn’t know what else to say. What could you say to someone who had just found out that the person they considered a father and brother in all but blood would have happily murdered them on the words of a tyrant?

Ahsoka said nothing in response, instead she closed both eyes, attempting to stop the tears that were now freely flowing down her cheeks.

Despite already being close, Kaeden pulled the Togruta closer, hoping to offer as much comfort as possible.

“He never cared. None of them did. In the end everyone either abandoned me, betrayed me or tried to kill me. Story of my life really. Perhaps I should have just disappeared to the unknown regions years ago, or been left on Shili to fade into obscurity.”

The despair and self loathing in Ahsoka’s tone hurt Kaeden. Did she really think that about herself?

“That’s not true Ahsoka. Rex cares about you, as does Maul in his own weird way. Kanan, Ezra, Hera, the twins, kriff even Chopper all care about you and would do anything to help you. Maybe the people of your past did push you aside, but you have a new family in all of us.” Kaeden whispered, nudging Ahsoka’s forehead with her own, causing the Togruta’s eyes to open.

“And what about you? Do you care about me, or is all this just lies as well? Will you cast me aside the second something better for you comes along?”

Kaeden knew that Ahsoka wasn’t being harsh towards her, even if the words could be taken that way. The Togruta was just in a very bad place.

“I do care for you Ahsoka, more than nearly anything. If I could have done I’d have taken you and Miara and run far away from the Empire after Raada. Unfortunately someone had to go and become a big badass rebel spymaster instead, so I didn’t get my chance. But that doesn’t change the fact that I would have done, and that I lo…”

Kaeden didn’t get the opportunity to finish her passionate reply, not as Ahsoka rolled forward and pushed Kaeden onto her back, lips coming to hers.

Kaeden allowed Ahsoka to kiss her for a few moments before pulling away, smiling up at the Togruta above her, who had a rather predatory look upon her face, one that Kaeden had grown very familiar with in recent years.

“I don’t think now's the best time for this Ahsoka.”

“Pffttt, spoilsport.” Was the reply Ahsoka gave, gently kissing Kaeden again before rolling off of her to lay back on her bed, now on her own back.

As tempting as it was for Kaeden to stay with Ahsoka, she knew she was needed elsewhere. Besides, they would have plenty of time together after this bizarre situation was resolved.

Shifting her limbs to push herself up, Kaeden spoke.

“Are you going to be ok now?”

Ahsoka nodded her head slowly at first, before turning her face to look at her, a hesitant smile crossing her lips.

“Yeah, I will be. I just need some time to think. Can you send Maul up to me please? I need to talk to him about something.”

“Sure. No problem Ahsoka. Anything for you.” Kaeden replied, leaning down to kiss her girlfriend one more time before rising from the bed and heading towards the door.

As she entered the threshold, Kaeden glanced back at Ahsoka, a rush of anger boiling in her veins.

She wasn’t angry at the Togruta, but rather the ones who had made her fall into this state.

Grinding her teeth in suppressed rage, Kaeden turned around and began to walk towards the stairs, a clear goal in mind.

First, she would speak to Maul.

Then, she was going to have a little word with with two specific individuals.

#The One-Shot Saga #bonus scene #ahsoka tano #kaeden larte #kaesoka

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