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What We’ve Become | O.K.

Listen. LISTEN. This song just came out yesterday and after I heard the whole thing + the idea I’ve had in my head for the last week (which came to me in a dream, I’m not even joking) I absolutely had to get this out there because IT WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE.

So. Have the hurt/comfort!

Tag: @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories - NAME TWIN :D

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What have we become.... now you’re done...

You can’t stop dreaming of them. Of all of them. Of the men you served beside, the men who died for you, the men who lived because of you. You can’t stop dreaming of them even as you’re falling into the depths of Utapau’s colonies when they shot you down.

The dreams then were good dreams. Dream of what you and Obi-Wan both wanted for them when the war ended.

All is lost...

Now they’re just another of the many who haunt you.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was not a selfish man. He never had been. Everything he ever did in his life put his own wants and desires secondary to put the well-being of others first. He was always careful to consider all he knew of them and what the consequence would be if he were not to follow through on what they needed.

Anakin needed a father. That, he could not be.

You needed your husband. That, he could not be. Not to the extent he so desperately craved to give you. You deserved that. You had made that promise to him in the lake country of Naboo so long ago that you would be the one who remained when all else was gone.

Until death do you part.

And part you, it very nearly did.

Moonlight Through the trees

Obi-Wan Kenobi had been one of your very constants in life since you’d been brought into the crèche as a child. He’d been the one to be your voice when you had none, your shoulder to lean on when your birth parents died, your comfort when were rejected again and again and again.

You with me All I need

He had been all you needed, once upon a time. You had spent your earliest years believing that there would be nobody else in your world but him and you. Little to Obi-Wan’s knowledge, he was your world. He made living bearable. He made your transition to Padawan worth while because he was doing it alongside you.

Then he left for Melida-Daan. He never came back the same. Every time he left, even well into his adulthood, the person you’d come to know as Obi-Wan Kenobi died with him.

It didn’t matter. You’d love every version of him, both the wicked and the pure, in any universe. Despite all the pain you’d later learn he’d put you through - Jabiim, Zygerria, Rako Hardeen, all instances in which you were so tempted to walk away because when would enough be enough - you still loved him.

At the end of it all, when everything and everyone you’ve ever loved comes to its conclusion, he remains. Obi-Wan is all you need.

You crave him like you crave the intimacy you no longer know. He used to bleed intimacy behind closed doors. When the facade of the great Negotiator and Jedi General was finally given permission to fall, Obi-Wan Kenobi fell into your bled and bled.

With his head thrown back and thrumming pulse exposed to your eyes, you took careful care to stitch back together what remains of the strawberry blonde boy with the beautiful heart you’d met as a child.

He used to bleed intimacy.

Not anymore.

We see the same sky I know Watching the moon it’s the only thing Left here to hold

Your first nights on Tatooine are troublesome. Plagued by nightmares and images of the clones you’d lost, and the clones who’d shot you down, you’re left to fall victim to sleeplessness as you toss fitfully in the bed of the room you’d temporarily taken as your own since following Obi-Wan here.

He’s barely said twelve words to you. Too wracked by grief and guilt, you’re left helpless to watch as your husband begins to fade from your sight, no longer the man you once knew during the war.

No longer the beautiful boy from your childhood.

You ache to touch him, to hold him and assure him that none of what occurred was his own fault. You knew better. You’d seen Anakin’s Fall first hand. The boy you loved like your own child was always enveloped by the cold of the Dark Side. Quick to succumb to it and eager to envelop himself in its power, Anakin had fallen to the lie and dug himself into an early grave.

The last time you’d seen him, he’d been burning alive on the rocky shores of Mustafar.

Obi-Wan’s own haunts dealt with the failure he believed himself to be to Anakin. Your haunts dealt with the clones. All of them. The ones of the 501st, the clones of the 212th, your own squad who had perished on the shores of Jabiim.

Your clone commander that you’d sent with Ahsoka Tano to reclaim Mandalore for Bo-Katan. That was the last time you’d seen him. You didn't even know if he was alive.

You hadn’t known he was alive the first time either. Not until you’d had to rescue him from Dooku. Cain had survived the fire and kept Obi-Wan alive to bring him back home to you.

If he could survive Jabiim, he could survive the Empire.

You just had to cling to the shreds of hope you had left. That was one of the constant lessons you were learning from the clones. They always had hope.

Even when they shouldn’t have.

Talking to you in the dark Fading away Oh I just wanna be where you are...

“If you’re going to disappear on me, Obi-Wan,” You call out late into the night, following his Force Signature to the dunes where he seems to be attempting to meditate. “Please, just take me with you.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s eyes slowly flutter open. There you stand, so soft and beautiful and broken - another thing he could not fix, no matter how much he tried - and so desperately waiting for him to make the choice to reach out and hold you.

His fingers itch to find purchase in the body he knows so well. Still, Obi-Wan denies himself that basic need.

He doesn’t deserve anything anymore. Not even you.

Realizing he won’t grant you the satisfaction of even a response, you tuck your legs beneath you and sit beside him in silence. Silence has always been a welcomed thing between you two. There had never been a need to fill it. Anakin’s persistent rambling and Ahsoka’s laughter had always done that for you.

Now, there is no one. At the end of all things, all that remains is the both of you and a canvas of stars to watch over you from above.

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He’s surprised to follow your cries to your bedside when you wake up screaming the name of your clone commander. Your scream is so loud, so anguished, that Obi-Wan is convinced that it could carry across the Junland Wastes.

His nightmares are dealt with in his own solitude. It is his penance. His sin. Everything he’s done is to be dealt with in silence.

Yours is to be dealt with in agonizing screams that could pierce the very Force itself with the depths of your grief.

“My love,” Obi-Wan’s voice is soft as his hands move of their own accord, careful to not shock you further as they find purchase against your face. The warmth of his touch bleeding into the cold that envelops you is enough to shake you from your reverie. “Look at me.”

Arms In your arms I’m wrapped in the safest keeping

The bright, youthful onyx eyes of Commander Cain shift into the solemn, adoring blues of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The moment you realize you can feel him and see him and touch him is when you consequently choose the same time to bleed all over him the same way he used to allow himself to bleed all over you.

“Obi-Wan,” You cry as you press his hands deeper into your skin in hopes it will brand and leave a reminder of his touch there. “Please don’t let go, I can’t let another go, not again-”

And he realizes then what you’re saying. Some of the people you’ve lost were taken by things out of your control. Padme. Anakin. Plo.

Your clones - both of you - could’ve been saved. Cain. Cody. Rex. Kix. Jesse. Funsize. All those faces that while so similar were so astonishingly different in the Force. They may have been meant to be the same, but they all bled in different shades of that in which they came from.

Cody bled loyalty. Rex bled devotion. Cain bled heart, while Kix bled compassion.

So similar.. but yet still so different.

You bury your face in his chest so suddenly that the force of it nearly knocks him off of his feet and right into the sand at the base of the stone thing he’s taken to calling a bed. Yours is closer now. It’s nearly joined with his own.

“Don’t let go, don’t let go-”

So similar... but still so different. How ironic that applies to the both of us as well.

Threading his fingers through your hair, Obi-Wan exhales softly through his nose and maneuvers his arms to hold you as tightly to him as possible.

“I will never let you go, darling.” He whispers into the tresses of your hair. It takes quite a long time for the trembling to cease until you have fallen asleep in his arms for the first time in weeks, and Obi-Wan knows sleep will elude him this night because of his reemerging desire to protect you from those haunts. “I made a vow.”

Till death do you part.

If my heart Isn’t yours Then that’s when I’ll give up breathing

He really had led himself to believe he didn’t need you anymore. Solitude, the loneliness, taking everything on alone... That was his penance for all the mistakes he committed during The Clone War.

But now as he sits here with you cradled against his chest on the dunes of the endless sea of sand that surrounds him, Obi-Wan Kenobi thinks that getting past this might be doable if you are there to carry it with him.

He wasn’t meant to carry this cross alone. Not this one, not the ones that he so often fell from the weight of their burden previous to this.

You’d always picked his up for him then. Maybe now it’s his turn to do the same for you. To bear the weight of your haunts. To tend to your heart the way you’ve tended to his.

Doing it together would be better than giving up breathing. There was never a world in which Obi-Wan would be okay with leaving you alone.

He is not selfish, after all.

***

All I know Only you can stop the bleeding

“What do you dream about, Obi-Wan?”

You’re in the middle of cooking dinner together six months into your tenure on Tatooine when you finally ask this. He knows what you dream of. Most nights are relentless nightmares of being shot down on Utapau, the fires of Jabiim, the night the Temple fell.

You just can’t let them go. No matter how hard you try to lay your clones to rest, they just dig their claws further into what’s left of your soul and make their home there.

Letting go...

Isn't something I believe in

When they eventually bury you, they may as well bury the memory of the clones with you. They will soon be a distant memory. The Empire has all but shoved their service record and bravery in war as far underground as possible so no one will ever be able to thank them for it.

Why would they? There's stormtroopers now, and so few clones remain.

That was the intention after all.

"I dreamed of Qui-Gon for quite a long time... until you came back around," His admission is quiet, spoken over the cups of tea he's only just finished brewing. "The dreams since then have been joyful. Peaceful. More memories of you and me and our-" He pauses and grips the handles of each mug with whitened knuckles. "But since Knightfall, the nightmares have resurfaced."

"So you dream of what was."

"I dream of what was," He confirms. You're careful in your movements as you cross your tiny kitchen to wrap your arms around his waist and press your chest against his back. It's not difficult to miss all that he hides underneath those robes and tunics. "And what I wish could be. But most nights.. my love..."

Obi-Wan turns around to tip your face upward toward the suns rays that are only just beginning to shine through the window. Your lips part of their own accord, taken aback by the sudden touch - as it has been so long since he's initiated it - but unable to help yourself from seeking more as you lean into his palm.

Your don't dare tear your eyes away from his own.

"I dream of you."

"If it pleases you, husband," Your voice falters as you swallow the knot in your throat, tongue heavy and mouth dry as his grip on your hips gradually tightens. "I'd like to hold you now."

It's clear he's contemplating formulating an argument. From the moment he recognizes that silent desperation in your eyes to just give in for once, Obi-Wan nods his assent and allows you to lead him into your bedroom.

Neither of you have to work today. You're free to do exactly as you wish. There’s no rush. No reason to hurry.

It’s just you and him.

You both used to bleed intimacy behind closed doors. Now, though.. There's no one to scorn you. No one to chastise you for loving each other as ardently as you do, no one to accidentally look in as you lead Obi-Wan through the bedroom door and back until his knees collide with the side of your bed.

What Have we become?

Even as you strip him down to his undergarments, Obi-Wan's grip on your hips never falters. He is deliberate in his decision to not meet your gaze as he kisses whatever skin is visible to his wandering eye.

"I love you." You whisper. Grinning against the curve of his cheek, you move his hand to rest against the small of your back and finally are able to properly feel the warmth his broad body radiates. You know how insecure he is about the scars. Kriff, you'd been there to witness how he got them. You'd been there and you'd tended to him and yet you loved him still. He didn't understand why.

All Obi-Wan was truly certain about was his willingness to allow you to do one thing you'd prevent be very good at.

Stitch back together what has been bleeding.

"I love you too." He replies weakly, and all it takes to give him back the voice he was so convinced he lost - at least for this moment - is the surge to your tiptoes that has your mouth connecting to his own.

It's like that type of rain that cleanses. The feeling of serenity washes over you like that cold, cold rain until you are left to both breathe in nothing but one another.

You feel it then. The whispers of who you both were slowly clawing to the surface to give way to being the people you once were. To being Jedi again.

Maybe someday.

It's only when he's somehow switched your positions and moved to cage your body under his own that you realize it. Obi-Wan's hands are currently linked with yours on either side of your head.

And they're holding tight. It’s the tightest he’s held you since the night on the dunes, since the night you’d fallen upon the Temple steps in the aftermath of Anakin’s massacre because you just could not take the sight of so many clone bodies.

You learned a long time ago that when he holds tight, you don’t contemplate letting go.

You are quick to smile when you realize that two inches from your face sits his wedding ring, dangling on a silver chain that he often keeps around his neck. "Jee," You muse. "Don't you think you should put that on?"

And his response sings of the old Obi-Wan as he leans down to whisper hot in your ear, "I don't know, my love. I think people need to know who I belong to."

Now you’re done All is lost

It may have felt as if it was lost, once. This is the first time that you've felt as if there may be hope on the horizon. That there is something to be found. Something good.

You cling to that.

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after.

"When you think back on Old Ben and his wife, what do you think of?"

The Kenobi's had always been quietly fearful of Luke's perception of them. They didn't want him to see what had been broken, what was unable to be repaired. They wanted him to see strength. Resilience. Peace.

So that's what Luke saw. He saw two people who had made mistakes, who had suffered and lost and fought.

"I think they lost too much," Luke replied quietly as he settled beside Leia to peer up at Endor's stars. "I think they were fearful and relied on one another to find some way to keep going despite all they lost. I can't imagine the kind of pain they endured." He paused. "But you know.. they only had each other. At least they found peace in the end in the midst of all that pain."

Luke Skywalker eventually returns to Old Ben's hut. When he does, three gravestones have been erected. One says Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Negotiator. Dear husband and best of men.

Yours is expected. Dear wife and best of women. General of Reaper Squadron.

The last one, however, he isn't expecting. It's an assortment of names and numbers of what look like military battalions. Luke assumes it's meant to be a memorial. A memorial to something he will never quite know or understand.

104th - The Wolf Pack

212th - Ghost Company

501st - Torrent Company

114th - Reaper Squadron

There's names that correspond with each company. People he doesn't know, faces he will never see. That's not what draws Luke's attention though. Not really.

It's the words underneath that drive it home.

The Clones - We will remember.

And right underneath those are two crossed lightsabers. Not Ben's, as that one had been left on the Death Stars, but there's one thing the kyber sings as Luke bends to bury it with the remains of who the Kenobi's had once been.

Peace.

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orangevtae · 2 years

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Ascending Star | Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Life on Tatooine after the end of the Jedi Order wasn't easy, after 5 years of the end of your Jedi life you got to have the first interaction ever with Luke and are bubbling in joy and can't wait to tell your husband.

Pairings: Jedi!Reader x Obi-Wan Kenobi

Warnings: Reader still dealing with grief, mentions of nightmares and death, there's fluff tho. This one happens 5 years before the Obi-Wan Kenobi's series but it doesn't have spoiler of the show. There's no use of pronouns so can be read freely.

A/N: i've been kinda obsessed with Star Wars lately so this came up to my mind, hope you like it!

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It was a hot day in Tatooine, the planet was always hot due to it's twin sun's but that day especifically seemed to be hotter, you felt it even with a slight breeze going around, shuffling your clothes and hair around.

The tavern you worked on had less movement than the last few days, some clients that are old on the house are present here and there but you really hadn't to worry or work that much since there wasn't much you could do, you let a sigh noticing that it was almost time for you to go home and you wanted nothing more than at least have a bath to soothe the heating wave and be with your lovely husband that by now must be home.

You have been on Tatooine for...what now? 5 years? You were sure it were 5 years now, you've lost track after a time, be absorbed on your job helped a lot to not let your mind wander back to what happened on Coruscanti. But sometimes it wasn't that easy, no, sometimes you would let your mind drift back to the hurtful memories that you lived that day, where you lost most of your friends and colleagues. Jedi weren't supposed to have attachements but it was almost impossible to not have them in the line of work you used to have.

Back then you always thought that some council rules were a little bit too much, some Padawans that were your age agreed with you that attachements that helped you to strenght you on the light side had no issues, Anakin and you used to have a lot of conversations about that, before...you shook your head from side to side, vanishing the thoughts, you wouldn't think about him, no, you refused, you've been dealing well by doing it. You already had too many nightmares without putting him into scene, you didn't need them to worse by remembering him, of what he became, when you thought about your old friend, you prefered to remember of who he was before he got tricked by Palpatine.

You sighed again and slumped your shoulders, deciding to keep your mind busy by cleaning some dishes and give attention to your clients, otherwise you would hear nonstop from your boss and you prefered to think about now than to live in the past, what is done it's done, nothing could change that.

"Y/N, can you get me one more of these?" one of the clients asked you, holding out an empty bottle of the drink he asked earlier

"Of course, it's on hands" you smiled back at him and he nodded

You finished cleaning some cups and dried your hands on some piece of clothing that you carry around to dry them and picked up the bottle of the drink your client asked and brought to him.

"How's your day today Y/N?" he asked, already filling his cup with the drink you brought

"It's slow today, but it's almost the end of my shift, so maybe you're my last client for the day today Kyl. How's your wife? She got any better?" you asked him, making small talk

"You know the ma'am, she's strong as a rock, nothing can beat that woman up, she's better, thanks to your advice"

"Don't thank me, it was only something i had in hands"

"Nonsense, you helped all of us around town, i don't know what you used to work with before coming to this planet, but you got the hands by helping everyone" he laughed and took a sip of the contents on his cup "How's your husband?"

"He's fine, tired, but fine, i think he's already home by now"

"Tell Ben that i said hi"

"I'll let him know, good to see you Kyl"

Kyl was one of the regular clients of the house, a middle aged man, lived with his wife, he was easy to talk to, being the kind man he is. He's the first friend you made when you arrived in Tattooine, he and his wife helped you and Ben to adapt a lot.

As you returned to the balcony, ready to pick up your things and finish for today as you saw your co-worker arriving, a little boy came in running, his breath uneven, cheeks a little bit red and blonde hair messy, he took a deep breath and looked up at you.

You smiled down at him as he tried to get his breathing even again, he didn't look like he was more than 5 years, his clothes looked a little baggy on him and you waited as he lift up his hand.

"You okay boy?" you asked, voice full of playfuness

"Yes, i..." he huffed and looked up at you "I'm fine"

"You sure?"

"Yes, can i have a cup of water please?" he asked

"Of course!" you filled a cup full of water and slided to him on the balcony, you were pretty sure that he was on his tiptoes to be able to reach the cup and you let out a giggle as you saw that he still couldn't reach, so you put the strap of your bag over your shoulder and made a turn to get out from behind the balcony "There you go" you said handing him the cup

"Thank you!" he smiled up and took a big glup from the water you gave him.

As he was quietly drinking his water, eyes wondering around the place, you took a moment to have a better look at him and you almost gasped by noticing why he looked so familiar. You almost let out a gasp as you looked at the boy, you and Obi-Wan have been watching over him for the last 5 years, you almost didn't believe that this was Luke, the last time you saw him in person was when you delivered him on his uncle arms as a baby.

Owen never let either you or Obi-Wan have an interaction with Luke, too afraid that maybe if he let, he would turn as he father did, you never thought that not even him thought like that but maybe that was his way of dealing with things, so maybe even if this was the only time you ever be able to talk to Luke, you would keep it in your heart.

"I'll have to pay for the water? Cause i don't have any credits with me" he asked as he finished drinking, handing you the cup as you chuckled at him

"No, it's just water, don't worry about it, it's on the house" you put the cup on the balcony behind you

"Really? I can tell to my uncle to come pay for it" he said, hands grasping the end of his clothes on fists

"No, it's alright, i'm heading home so that one's on me" you smiled at him and got down on his eye level, hands holding his "It's okay, really"

"Luke?!" You heard Owen's voice calling for him, he turned by hearing his name and you sighed

"You're a wonderful boy, Luke. Not many people are worried in paying water sometimes" you smiled and he giggled "Now, off you go, your uncle will be worried"

"What's your name?" he asked, big eyes traced on you

"Y/N/N" you said your nickname softly

"Luke?" Looking up, you saw Owen, hands on his hips and harsh expression on his face as he saw you talking with Luke "Where you've been?"

"I got thirsty and came to ask for water! Y/N/N gave me some and said that i didn't have to pay for it!" he said in one breath and you giggled as you standed up

"So...how do we say, Luke?" Owen sighed

"Thank you, Y/N/N!" the boy told you

"You're welcome"

"Bye Y/N/N" he said walking to his uncle, waving his little hand at you as you waved back

"Bye Luke"

He holded his uncle hand and them both walked out of the tavern, you smiled softly and tightened your grip on the strap of your bag and made your way to your Eopie to go back home.

The ride home was long, but you got there as the twin sun's were setting, when you got close enough you could see that Obi-Wan's Eopie was there already, a clear signal that he was home. You got down from your Eopie and gave it a piece of the meat you carried, as it eated, you tapped it's head softly and headed inside after the droid of recognition bipped by taking it was you.

You took off your cloak and hung it by the door as you got inside, taking off your boots and headed more inside and called for your husband "Ben?" Nothing, you frowned, you had a little suspicion of where he was but wanted to make sure and called louder for him "Ben?!"

"In here, darling!" you heard him shout back and headed to where his voice called. He was on his usual spot: having a watch over Luke. You smlied and kissed his cheek before sitting beside him, he smiled at this "I saw you coming. How was your day today my dear?"

"Pretty slow, but something great happened" you smiled

"Oh, what was it?" he lowered his device and looked over at you, pushing you to his side by your waist, planting a soft kiss on your lips "What was so wonderful on your slow day that made you smile like that?"

"I got to talk with Luke today" you said softly, your hand carressing softly his cheek, playing with his overgrown beard, you looked up at him and laughed at the surprise look on his face.

"How? Did Owen allowed or...?" he started and you planted a kiss on the tip of his nose

"No, no, nothing like that. He just came to ask for a cup of water, it was a small interaction, it could've been insignificant for any other but it meant so much, he was more interested on his water though" you chuckled softly and Obi-Wan was paying close attention to what you were saying, soft smile on his lips "I wish you could've seen how he came: his cheeks were so flushed and hair a mess, i think he was running around. He got worried in having to pay for the water, water Ben" you sighed "It was short, but...it made my whole day"

You looked up at Obi-Wan and let out a chuckle by the way he was looking at you, soft look present on his eyes and soft smile playing on his lips, he loved to see you happy and he would always make everything on him to being able to keep seeing this smile on your face, he thought that he could never get tired of seeing your smiling face. It has been 5 years that he was married to you, more than almost 10 years that you have been together and he still felt like floating in the clouds when near you "That's great, love. I can see how much that little interaction made you happy. I wish that Owen would let us have contact with the boy, so i could see that beautiful smile more often than i already do"

"Ben i think aging is making you sappy" you said playfull and he roled his eyes as he let out a laugh, kissing your cheek softly

"It's been 5 years that we are officialy married..." he trailed off to you, hands cradling your face and you arched your brow

"Yes, what about it?" your hands have gone to his shoulder

"I was thinking if..." he sighed and you waited for him to continue, hands softly pressuring on his shoulders "...If you would want to build a family with me?"

"Where that came from?" you giggled

"It's just that...we've been together for so long, love. I just thought that maybe now would be a good time to bring this up and seeing you so radiant talking about Luke just got me wondering" he felt his cheeks got hot, it was incredible of how much you still were capable to make him feel like that even after years of being together

"I want it...as long you want to, Obi-Wan Kenobi" you brushed your nose with his, eyes closed and soft smile on your lips "There's not even much that i could deny you, being freely with you like this it's everything already but start our little family can just complete everything"

It was foreign to hear his name again, it looked like ages since the last time you called him by his real name, the people in town knew him as Ben Kenobi and they only knew you by your nickname followed by your surname, but hear you calling him Obi-Wan kept him grounded and he smiled softly, kissing the palm of your hand that was against his face.

"You are the ascending star that i need on my life forever Y/N Kenobi"

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ineffable-snowman · 7 months

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WIP Tag Game

Thanks for tagging me @underacalicosky and @dark--whisperings!

If you are tagged, post a picture or write out the names of your fics/WIPS as they are in your computer/phone. (Explain the names if you think it’s necessary)

I have too many wips, probably will only finish a few of them, but I never fully give them up. I always like to think that I might come back to them in a few years.

Star Wars

double time travel (gen. Right after his death, Darth Vader travels back in time to make things right. He gets there just after Qui-Gon's death. Little does he know that Obi-Wan is a time traveller, too. ... and now I've spoilt the plot twist, but I don't think I'll finish this one anyway. One time travel fic is enough.)

pirate AU (Obikin. All I know about pirates comes from watching POTC and OFMD, which makes writing this a little complicated. But I have the beginning and a rough outline.)

prince obi-wan (Obikin. I have written exactly seven words for this so far but I have the full idea in my head and really want to get to work on this. AU in which Obi-Wan was not trained as a Jedi. Padawan Anakin falls head over heels for the charming prince. Then things get complicated.)

A High Prize to Pay (Obikin. In this AU Anakin was never trained as a Jedi but stayed on Tatooine as a slave. One day he meets Obi-Wan, obviously. Then things get complicated.)

Good Omens

Be kind to each other (set in biblical times. Crowley gets his hopes up that demons can be forgiven. After a failed experiment involving holy water, Aziraphale is there to help him.)

Suggestion Box (The only thing on this list that could be a one-shot instead of a multi-chapter epic. post season 2. no further explanations needed, I think.)

The rest of their lives - becoming human (the ineffable husbands lose their supernatural abilities and need to adjust to human life)

Your typical trashy Christmas movie Good Omens style (human AU, the rest is self-explanatory)

MCU

70s (Stony, or rather Captain Stevens and Doctor Potts AU)

Alpine and Figaro save the relationship (Sambucky, no powers AU. Breaking up and getting back together while becoming cat dads)

Christmas sambucky (fluff, idiots to lovers etc.)

fake dating (Sambucky and one of my favourite tropes)

followed (Sam “I'm more of a soldier than a spy” Wilson and Bucky “I know when I'm being followed” Barnes - set after TWS)

I haven't been very active on tumblr lately (real life is stressful and tough right now), so I don't know who has already done it. If you see this and haven't done it yet, please consider yourself tagged and link me to your post (do it!!!), I want to see if other people are as bad at titles as I am!

#wip tag game #my writing #obikin #ineffable husbands #sambucky

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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24 - The Jedi Legcay Lives On

Kenobi's Future

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Tatooine was the safest place in the Galaxy for us. If Vader came again we could be ready. We proved to him that love was stronger than the Dark Side. "I love you my Obi-wan...always and forever."

The sandy dessert of Tatooine never warmed my heart more than in this exact moment. Years ago we came to this place broken from the deaths and betrayal of Order 66. My heart was broken over the loss of my sister. The only person I trusted with my life before I met my husband. The ships door opened outside our little hut. Intertwining my right hand with Obi-Wan's he sucked in a sharp breath slowly walking down the metal ramp. The wind blows my hair around while I kept my other hand resting on my lightsaber clipped back to my belt. "Mommy, daddy. You're okay!" Padme's innocent voice broke through the air.

"Oh Padme. I've missed you." Obi-wan dropped on his knees immediately letting her fling her arms around his hug. She buried her head into him smiling with his arms tightly wrapped around her little body.

The front door of the hut opens and I don't have a second to process who tackled me almost to the ground in a hug. Stumbling on my feet I smiled wrapping my arms around Kiera's form. "I felt your force going out mom. I thought we had lost you..." She sobbed into my shirt until we broke the hug.

Squeezing her forearms she gripped my shoulders. Her hair is a reck and I could see circles under her eyes meaning she didn't sleep well. I probably looked much worse since I haven't slept or really ate good in months. Foosteps approached us where I saw Cassian and his Droid coming forward. "I'm sorry to say this but we have to go. We've been assigned on a mission by the general."

Obi-wan and I shared the same glance waiting to hear Kiera say she would leave home with him. We were going to have to accept the fact that there will come a day that our children might leave us. That is the fate for every parent. To give your children the best chance in life. "Cassian, I can't go with you like I previously thought..." She trailed off stepping up to him where he looked down since he was taller than her.

"Mommy, are they gonna kiss?" Padme stands in between the two of us as we watched the pair in front of us. Obi-wan shrugged his shoulders to her question focusing on his other daughter.

Kiera's POV

Cassian's eyes stared down at me where I wrapped my arms around myself. My lightsaber attached to my hip even though I knew the Empire would be stupid to come after us. I'm still not trusting that my parents were keeping more secrets from me but I have to stay here and protect my family. That's what the Jedi are supposed to protect the ones who can't protect themselves. "Can I know why. You seemed pretty determined on my ship?" He questioned shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Bending my head to the ground I sigh kicking some sand up with the tip of my boots. "I'm sorry Cass. It's just...this place - I thought that I needed to see the world beyond this place. But I was wrong. I had everything I needed right here..." Grabbing my hands in mine I felt some tears slipping down my face. "My heart belongs to you. You're the first and only guy I will ever...that I'll ever love. But I have to stay here and become a Jedi before I join you. Just know I - I love you Cassian Andor."

Instead of giving me a verbal response he tugged me into his chest grabbing the loops of my belt. He cups my face in his hands crashing his lips onto mine deeply. I gasped shortly melting into his hold wrapping my arms around his neck kissing back. Leaning into his embrace I smiled into the kiss knowing that I will miss this feeling but my destiny is to keep the Jedi life alive. That's what Master Yoda told me and my sister when we were younger. Cassian cradles my face in his hands breaking the kiss. "I love you too, Kiera Kenobi...if I am being honest I never expected to find love. The rebellion is what consumed my life until I met you. The fight you have and you feel things deeply. Never change who you are. Stay my girl and when the day comes I'll be here when you're ready."

"Kiera, I'll be there for you too." K2SO raised his hand making us chuckled with grins on our faces.

Holding my hand up I lay my head on Cassian's chest with his arms wrapped around my waist kissing my forehead. "Thank you K2. Thank you both. You opened me up to something to fight for now."

Hours later I struggled to not cry when the two loaded back up on their ship and took off into the sunset. Climbing up onto the roof of our house I sit down hugging my knees to my chest staring off into the distance. The wind blows through my hair when I closed my eyes sensing someone else watching the sunset with me. It was away on a small farm leading to a boy with short brown hair watching the sunset like me. "Luke, may the Force be with you." I mumbled under my breath feeling the force flowing through him. Padme and I weren't the only Jedi children anymore.

Y/n's POV

Changing into some clean clothes I feel my husband's arms wrap around me from behind kissing my forehead. Leaning my back into his embrace I sighed in relief. This is what I was hoping to get back to. Being in his arms with our children safe and sound back home. Turning in his hold I run a hand through his hair eyeing the scar underneath his other eye. Slumping my shoulders when he looked in the mirror earlier I could see he didn't like the reminder of what he had done. "I did it protect you princess Y/n. I couldn't let Vader hurt you more than he already has. I already lost someone I considered to by my brother. I wasn't going to lose the love of my life."

"Obi-wan, look at me. You'll never lose me or the girls. I would travel the entire galaxy if it meant I would find my way back to you. If I would end up right here like this with you. Because like our daughter said you are the only man I shall love." I vowed wrapping my arms around his neck grinned brightly. Leaning up on my toes I kiss him slowly feeling him cup my face in one hand kissing me back until we felt a prescence watching us from behind.

My former smiled sitting on the foot of our bed hands on his knees. "Stop on my prescence you need not. Came to say how thankful I am on your return I have Master Kenobi."

We broke away striding over to him sitting on each side of him so he was in the middle mirriong our grins. Yoda looked up to me with a smirk on his face then looking back to Obi-wan. "Knew you would do something reckless I did. Can't be apart anymore can you two. Suprised she isn't with a third child I am."

"Master Yoda, I...we aren't that bad." I blushed deeply at his words.

"We haven't had the time to - ugh!" I elbowed my husband in the ribs seeing him rub the back of his neck with a bashful smirk on his face.

Yoda crossed his arms over his chest walking over to the opened window where we could see Kiera and Padme watching the sunset together. "Right about them I was indeed. The future they are."

"Master Yoda, do you think Kiera is still reckless to become a Jedi?" Obi asked intertwining my freehand with his. Glancing up to my husband he did have a good question. If Kiera wasn't a good Jedi then the burden fell on Padme.

Yoda turned around giving us a proud smile pointing his index finger between the two of us. "Worry not my padawan. Wrong I was about your eldest one. Faith in them I have."

"So there the future to...a new hope." I mumbled out before he nodded I'm agreement disappearing. Obi-wan draped an arm over my shoulder with me laying my head in the crook of his neck watching Kiera and Padme. Things were going to be okay as long as the Jedi legacy was in their hands.

Hi readers, this is the end of Kenobi's Future. Thank you all for reading and leaving feedback

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I hurry to the speeder and then drive it back to my ship, avoiding the house so Ben doesn’t come out.

I put on my robes I stashed on my ship and check my saber to make sure all is perfect before taking off and flying after Vader.

Vader lands the ship in his typical hangar spot within the Coruscant Palace, his pitch black outer robe flowing in the wind behind him as he walks inside.

The walk to Sidious’ office is… too short. There aren’t enough words in the galaxy to explain to this man what a monster he is. How much he’s taken from you, from his children, from his Master. How much he took from Anakin, and how much he wanted to take but couldn’t, even though it was obvious. Looking back, that predatory gaze was always right there, crawling along his young, tan skin like an asp waiting to strike.

All Anakin ever wanted was a father.

His mistake was taking Ben’s leadership and love for granted.

“Lord Vader,” Sidious hums in greeting, playing it cool despite immediately sensing something is off.

Vader gives him a small nod, waiting only a moment for the guards to move for the door before he unclips his saber.

Holding it calmly at his side, a single, quick clench of his free fist crushes the guards organs with no exterior impact, sending them crumpling to the floor as body bags filled with melted bones, blood, and juiced innards. A human smoothie, to put it grotesquely.

Sidious hums lower, nodding slowly as he rises from his chair. “So it is time, then,” he murmurs. “Time you finally decided to challenge my power.”

“So it would seem.” Vader activates his saber.

Sidious doesn’t deserve the words he would conjure up anyway. He only deserves pain. A slow, agonizing death.

He stalks sideways with his saber out in front of him as Sidious exits his desk, saber in hand. The two of them practically circle each other a moment as Sidious’ blade activates.

Then, suddenly, Sidious strikes first, deciding to hold his cards close to his chest for this fight. He can’t have Vader predicting his moves, so striking first will upset the focus and balance.

Or so he thought.

So, he sadly found out, was not the case.

Because the second his blade comes close enough, Vader’s raises to block it with ease, the young Lord before him holding his saber still with only one hand.

“I could feel it,” Sidious nods slowly, “I could feel your distance. Your anger, directed elsewhere. Like a bright light shining right in my face-”

“Enough talking.” Vader growls, shoving Sidious’ saber away and launching into the quickest, most stressful fight of his life.

The only other person he has gone up against that could really jump around like this was Yoda. Sometimes Ahsok. And that was training.

This… this is life or death. Stakes are raised.

Even still, his focus doesn’t falter, grounded by the reassurance of you and his family alive and well on Tatooine. Including Ben.

He will live to make things right with you. With his children. With his Master. His one, true Master.

Within a matter of a minute or two, Vader is feeling this fight all over his body. His muscles ache, his fingers are practically numb from the tight grip he has on his saber- and that’s saying a lot, considering it’s his metal hand.

Perhaps just silly feelings, he teases himself.

Sidious is fast, but he is also old, and not nearly as tall as Vader. After ten minutes, it’s easy for your husband to take the advantage time and time again, relentlessly beating down on the older man from over his head until Sidious is knocked onto his ass.

They’re both scraped, bruised, and scorched in places from where the other finally got a good jab or swing in. But Vader can tell he’s still got the upper hand by far.

“Time to die,” Vader says lowly, blade pointing down at Sidious.

The evil man only smirks up at him. “You may not live long after me, my young apprentice…”

His eyes shift to the doorway, and Vader, foolishly turning to look over his shoulder, follows his line of sight as well-

Right to the gaze of his former Padawan, who’s now taller and leaner than he remembers her. Older. She no longer has the sabers he gave her. Those are in his possession. They had been discarded, like every other gesture of love he had given her. “Ahsoka,” he breathes.

Sidious seizes the opportunity and lunges forward, jabbing his saber into Vader’s thigh.

Vader lets out a pained shout and stumbles back as Sidious withdraws his blade, keeping his saber toward Sidious as he holds a hand up toward Ahsoka. “S-Stay back.”

A lion, strong and proud, surrounded by hyenas willing to eat him alive, if he does not give up.

“Master,” Ahsoka shakes her head, brow markings turning up as her expression contorts to that of concern. “You were right.”

Even Sidious is so shocked that he has to whirl to study the young woman. Is she considering joining them?

He’s so far gone mentally he doesn’t remember for the moment that Vader has challenged him.

“What?” Vader asks quietly.

“You were right,” she breathes again, tearing up, “About so much. Let me help you. You- you could do so much as Emperor…” she steps closer, gesturing to Sidious who’s now on his feet. “I will not join you. But I will help you with this much.”

Whether it’s the pain burning through his thigh, or the exhaustion from the fight, Vader actually thinks it over. “We- can work out a partnership,” he slightly pants out, breathing through the pain, “A truce.”

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galacticwildfire · 2 years

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found.

Twenty

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings: lots of fluff, domestic stuff, smut, penetretive sex and oral sex going both ways

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: So so sorry it’s been forever, life was crazy, now im single and have time to write. This is a happy fluffy chapter before the angst starts coming. Also per request I have published the first chapter of the prequel lost.

Din

The kid stands at her bedroom door, whining while clutching the little blanket she gave him.

He loves her, she might not see how much but I do. I suppose that's one thing me and the kid have in common.

"I know kid," I say, standing there with him. "I miss her too, but she'll be back soon."

And I do miss her. I miss her like hell.

I miss those bright eyes, and that laugh that never fails to make everything better. I miss seeing her with the kid. I miss those moments where I have an arm around her waist while she holds him and she'll smile not just at him, but at me.

Those moments where I glimpse something I've never had. Where I almost have it. Something I didn't know I could want until the Sanctuary. With the lady and her daughter and the kid. But I knew I'd only bring violence there. And I still fear it with Kyra. Except she knows violence, she thrives in it. She is Mandalorian.

There have been countless moments where I knew I wanted this with her, but when I saw her with the Chancellor it was the most Mandalorian I've ever seen her. Truly protective of our clan, of our foundling. And I knew then, without any doubt, that I love her. That there is no one else I want to raise this child with. I don't want to do it without her. I've never let myself want anything, but this, the three of us, is everything I've never let myself imagine.

Now I wait for her to come home to us, to figure this out as she promised. And for the first time I find myself praying to whatever force gods are out there that we will. I pick the kid up and sit him on my lap on the couch, turning on the television set to the holo news, the last time I saw one of those was in one of the bars on Tatooine.

"In recent news, Rebels gathered for the funeral of Lieutenant Shara Bey on Yavin-4. The Rebel hero's sudden death came as a shock to all, with many giving speeches and toasts in her memory," the reporter says and I listen carefully, knowing that's where Kyra is. "Princess Leia stressed the importance of what she fought for and that now it's more important than ever to remember the sacrifices Shara Bey and the rest of the rebels made to bring peace to the galaxy. This comes with the first public appearance of the Duchess Kyra since her public address in which she vocally attacked both the Chancellor and the senate."

The footage cuts to her, standing in grey, the Mandalorian colour of mourning and I hold the kid up so he can see and he makes an excited noise. "There she is kid, she'll be on her way home before you know it."

"The Duchess and former General remained hidden from the press but was seen alongside fellow Rebel heroes Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and former partner Lando Calrissian."

The man I heard mentioned in the ship by her sister's husband, yet he isn't the former lover giving her grief. Boba Fett. A legend amongst bounty hunters and a constant ghost haunting us all, especially on Tatooine. If she doesn't kill him I will.

The kid reaches out into the hologram and makes a disappointed sound once it cuts away from her. One I can understand.

"Come on kid, time for bed," I say, going to pick him back up but he leans away from me. "Hey come on now, you know what time it is."

I watch as he shuffles towards the door to the outside of the apartment and sigh, he's waiting for her to come back. He lets go of his little blanket and raises his hand to the sliding doors, to my surprise they open and I hear her laugh.

"You knew I was coming didn't you?" I see her pick him up, smiling and cuddling him close. "Oh my I've missed you, my little green rascal."

"He's missed you too."

She kisses his head and then looks at me, her shoulders relaxing. "Din."

"Hi," I say awkwardly, too nervous to form any other words.

She moves towards me and hugs me tight with the kid in one arm. "I've missed you, I've missed you so much."

"You have?" I blurt out in surprise and she nods, looking at me in a way no one else ever has.

"I have."

She rests her forehead against my helmet and murmurs "Ner cyare."

My beloved.

At that I clutch her tight to me. "Cyarika."

And in those few words I know where her heart lies, where mine lies.

Right here, with our clan of three.

Kyra

It takes us a while to put the kid to bed in his own little room, and for a while we stand there holding one another, looking down at our child.

"I missed you two so much," I murmur and his arm tightens around me. "And I realised that I never want to be apart from the two of you longer than I have to be."

And somehow, as long as his little heart's beating tucked beneath his blanket everything else in this universe seems a little less awful.

"Did you have time to think about everything else?" he asks, both of us knowing what he means.

I nod my head. "I've reconciled myself with my past, and after all those years of not knowing where home is, I've finally found it." I reach up to cup the cheek of his helmet. "And it's right here."

Silently he takes my hand and guides me into my own bedroom and closes the door.

"Din?" I murmur, in complete darkness, but I understand it when I hear a heavy thud and his hand guides my mine to his face, and I feel the rough stubble of his cheek. "Din."

"Cyar'ika," he says, his voice uneven as our bodies press together. "Ner yaim'la."

My home.

"Ner yaim'la," I repeat back to him and feel his breath hitch as I gently run my fingers over his cheek, feeling the stubble, tracing the contours of his face, memorising the feeling of him in my mind.

He is my home.

For so long I've searched for it. For so long I was lost.

Until I found him.

Gently my lips touch his, and he takes my face between his hands as he kisses me back. He kisses me deeply, exploring the sensation while my fingers run through his hair. Feeling him. The force replacing my vision, his mere touch overwhelming me.

And I know we've waited more than long enough.

My hand trails down his beskar covered chest. "Let me remove your armour."

And he lets me.

Slowly he helps me remove his pauldrons, his chest plate, all of it until he's in the thin fabric of his underclothes. It is not until his chest is bare to me that his hands reach for my clothes.

I can feel his heart beating fast beneath his scar covered chest as he runs a hand over the fabric of my dress, as if he's still fighting his desire.

"I'm yours," I whisper in the darkness, and my voice turns almost to a plea. "Take me, please."

And with that he lifts me up, my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, my back pressed against the mattress as I feel his weight atop me, his lips suddenly desperate for mine. He reaches for my dress, bunching the fabric up in his fist as he moves it up my body, my hips and body lifting for him to pull it over my head.

It falls to the floor beside us, and with one buried in my hair, he explores my body with his hand, heavy on my breasts and thighs before coming between my legs and groan comes from the back of my throat as he kisses me while rubbing me through the fabric and I can hear him curse beneath his breath at the wetness he finds.

"Fuck, mesh'la," he breathes into my ear, feeling just how badly I need him.

"I've wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you," I tell him, my nails running along his back. "The things I've wanted you to do with me."

His lips capture mine, hot and heavy as they drag down my neck and I feel them on my breasts, over my waist until finally they come down past my navel as he tugs my panties off and throws them aside, leaving me naked for him.

His mouth hovers over my bare centre and I'm writhing beneath the heat of his breath.

"Can I kiss you here?" he asks me, almost nervously, and I nod breathlessly.

"Please."

He places some experimental kisses, never having been so close to such parts before, never having taken his helmet off for another. Never having kissed let alone this. And yet he positions himself between my legs like a sniper, and he is just as deadly as in the field.

"Din!" I gasp out and he pauses. "No, no, don't stop. Please." My head falls back as I feel his tongue and my fingers tangle in his hair. "Din."

The sound of his name causes him to moan, the sensation vibrating against me. He is a patient man, a man who takes no shortcuts, and this is no different as he leaves me writhing beneath him until finally I pull his lips back up to mine, so painfully aware of the fabric of his pants against my naked body.

His breath catches as I reach my hand down to his waistband, and grope him through the fabric, stunned by the size of his hard length and have to swallow a whimper.

"Can I?" I ask and he nods, nervous as he helps me remove his pants and know something isn't quite right. "Din, are you alright?"

He lets out a breathless laugh "It's- I've never done it like this."

And I realise what he means, the intimacy. It's nothing like he's ever had.

"I love you Din Djarin," I tell him, baring my heart. "I'm yours."

He stills, cupping my face and I realise that I've never spoken those words before, despite how it feels as if I've said them so many times over.

"I- I love you too," he breathes and stammers. "I never knew what it was like, not until you."

I smile against his lips, squeezing his hand. "Let me show you what it's like."

"Please," he quakes, his voice trembling and kiss him deeply as I shift so he settles perfectly between my legs and line him up at my entrance. "Kyra-"

His forehead rests against mine as he slowly pushes himself into me and I gasp at the size of him, at how he stretches me, my mouth falling open as he fills me so perfectly, reaching that one place I never thought any man could reach. It's as if his body was forged for mine.

"Cyar'ika?" he murmurs, checking I'm alright and I smile as his lips brush against mine.

"You feel so perfect."

"Mesh'la," he breathes, capturing my lips and soaking in the new feeling as I adjust to him and he gasps as I feel the curls of his hair between my fingers and I can feel just how starved of touch he's been.

It's then he starts moving and never before had I ever felt so completely at a man's mercy and felt so safe, never have I allowed myself to release my need for control to receive so freely. Never trusted a man enough to relinquish myself fully, never trusted a man like Din, never loved a man like Din.

"Kyra," he groans in my ear as he thrusts hard, picking up his pace and I cry out as he hits the deepest part of me. "Fuck."

"I'm yours," I breathe, my nails digging into his back as I take what he gives to me. For so long I've belonged to no man, until him, and I'm finally ready to give him all of me. "Only yours."

"Your mine," he grounds out against my lips as his hips snap into me relentlessly, truly fucking me in a way I never knew I needed and that's when I lose myself completely and become overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Din!" I cry out and he covers my lips with his own, drowning out the sounds of my ecstasy as he finds his, spilling inside of me. His ragged breath is warm against my neck as I bury my fingers in his hair and kiss his cheek, smiling in a daze of ectasy. "Oh my love."

"Kyra," he breathes, kissing me with swollen lips. "That was-"

I laugh blissfully and answer for him. "Incredible?"

"Yeah," he breathes and laughs with me, resting his forehead against mine and running his hand down my body, only for there to be a little knock at the door.

He sighs in the darkness at being interrupted now of all moments while I laugh, still elevated in bliss. He tries to ignore it but the kid is persistant.

"I'll get him," I tell Din, darkness concealing him from me as I pick up our clothes and we hastily help dress each other laughing. "I think we might have been a little too loud."

"We?"

I smile as he lies back down in bed and I go to the door and sure enough find the little green rascal standing outside with a blanket in his arms, looking up at me with those big eyes of his.

"Come here," I say picking him up, closing the door and eliminating any light before I turn back to Din, having no problems moving through the darkness as I lie in bed beside him.

"You're lucky I love you kid," Din says reaching out to rub his little head and I chuckle. "And your mom."

A tear slips from my eye at his words and I kiss him. "Our little clan of three."

He smiles against my lips as he holds me and the kid close to him, kissing me one last time in the darkness before reaching for his helmet. "Sweet dreams Cyar'ika."

My head rests on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat as I whisper back "Sweet dreams Din."

Morning comes and I wake in his arms, knowing only one thing, that this is how I want to wake for the rest of my life.

Light peaks through the curtains and I kiss his tan chest as his fingers play with my loose hair.

"Good morning," he says, and I smile, very very happy.

"It is a good morning." I press a kiss to his beskar cheek and hold his helmet still in a state of bliss. "I don't think I've ever slept so well."

He chuckles, hand running over my body and asks me "Can we stay like this for a while."

"Definitely," I breathe, having not felt such peace in years. No darkness, just light, absolutely bright and blinding light.

The kid sleeps on his arm, somehow I think the little rascal was knowing what he was doing all along not letting us get any sleep unless he's with the both of us.

"So this is real, you and me?" he says, as if he can't believe it.

"You and me," I promise him, and he holds my cheek as I tell him "I love you Din, it scares me to death, but I'm not running."

"And I love you," he says, his voice trembling slightly. "I want to go where you go, I want to fight beside you, raise this child with you, meet your family. I want all of it."

"You do?" I ask, surprised and definitely taken aback, a little hesitant. "You want to meet my family?

"If that's alright?" he asks, suddenly shy.

"There's nothing I'd love more," I smile at him but I'm still nervous. "But are you sure?"

"I met your aunt," he reminds me and I admire his courage. "If this is going to be the child's family as well as yours, I want to meet them."

"Okay," I say lightly, knowing I've told them all about him but well, there's too much to tell him in just a few hours. "I'll ask them to come over."

Later that morning I'm in the middle of dressing while on the phone to Leia.

"So you can get everyone here for dinner?" I ask her, more anxious than Din is about him meeting everyone. "He wants to meet my family, he- look I adore him but he doesn't know anything about us or jedi stuff or well much of anything, to be honest I don't think he even knew there was a damn death star until I told him."

"Really?"

I lower my voice as I remind her. "He was raised in a cult and didn't even know who I was or my family and I'm nervous, you know Han is Han with this stuff, remember how long it took for him to stop calling the jedi a cult, not to mention everything with Lando-"

"Kyra breathe, it will be fine," Leia tries to assure me. "It can't go much worse than the first one you introduced to us."

"Which is why I'm worried!" I exclaim, only now I'm about to leave to make dinner it's becoming real. This new little family I made meeting the one I've had for a decade, two completely different worlds colliding. "Leia, I want him to be a part of my life, a permanent part of it and this- this is the first step of that."

"It's a dinner, hardly a marriage ceremony," she says and assures me "Han will be good I promise, so tell me did you talk to him about what you want?"

And I wear the same mischevious grin I did at twenty one when I'd tell Leia about my rendezvous with my secret Mandalorian lover, whose identity I certainly lied about, and she'd tell me of hers with Han. We've agreed to never acknowledge the phase her and Luke had before learning the truth even if Han and I find it hilarious.

"More than talk," I find myself grinning, hearing the shower water still running. "But it's- it's real now Leia and I really don't want to screw this up."

"You won't," she promises me before quickly adding "As long as you don't let the past haunt you and you don't run you'll be fine."

It's then I confess to her "I think he's the one Leia, I know I know I sound crazy but it just feels like fate."

Even through the phone, I know she's smiling. "I'm happy for you Kyra, I really am and we all are."

"So I'll see you closer to dinner?"

"Definitely."

I hang up the phone and my jaw drops as Din steps out of the bathroom, helmet on and towel around his waist. Any other thoughts that were in my head disappear as I admire the sight in front of me, his beautiful naked body. Scarred with all the signs of a warriors life.

I struggle for words as I feel his own eyes soaking me in half dressed and manage to say "We still have hours until anyone's going to be here."

"Is the kid in the living room?" he asks and I quickly nod. "Lock the door."

I quickly use the force to flip the lock and he lets the towel drop as walks over to me stark naked to where I stand in my bra and underwear and he goes to back me into the wall and I let him. My eyes hungry as I look up at him and let him bring my wrists up above my head in one hand as the other holds my face, thumb running over my lips and nothing about the way I'm looking at him tells him I want him gentle.

You can know a person's heart and mind, but there's an entirely different part of them you could never even dream of knowing until you've had them in bed.

Which is why I know he's surprised when I break his grip to twist him around and push him into the wall. He's a big Mandalorian man, I doubt he's ever had someone take control and I grin at how quickly he hardens before I drag my lips down his chest and drop to my knees.

"Mesh'la, what are you-" his words disappear at the touch of my lips. "Oh- oh fuck."

I know how he watches me, taking in every movement, every expression, learning my body and mind through standing back and watching when he thinks I have no idea. But I know his through feeling, and right now I feel how this Mandalorian is a wreck beneath my touch.

That is until he pulls me back to my feet and lifts me up in his arms, holding me to the wall with my legs around his waist as he makes relentless love to me, breathing my name like it's some holy thing, worshipping me with each thrust of his hips into mine until I'm seeing stars and he's holding me with a tenderness, with a devotion I've never known.

"Din," I whisper as he carries me to the bed and lays me down, both of us spent for the moment at least and he stands at the edge of the bed, taking me in naked before him, for the first time seeing my body in the light and I can feel how his eyes trace the scars that cover my own body from the war, they're plentiful and not pretty.

"Kyra-" he breathes, almost in horror as he finds the one that I hate the most.

"I was a soldier remember?" I dimiss as I sit upright at the edge of the bed, looking up at him. "We all have our scars."

But still he reaches for it, fingers tracing the shape of it, the final scar I would ever endure from torture and yet it's the one I want to take my saber to every time I lay eyes on it just to burn it away for good.

"You were branded," he says and recognises it, the sigil of the empire burned into my ribs, an inch in diameter.

"I was," I answer, he knows I was tortured, but now I feel the horror truly dawn on him that he's looking right at the evidence of it but he doesn't know the story behind it and he won't.

He won't know how Vader used Boba's betrayal to torture me, how he told me my father would be disgusted by the things I've done and cut my clothes to put that brand there so Boba would know the next time he undressed me I belonged to the Empire, not to him.

Of all my scars, it's the only one that leaves me sickened.

I can feel the concern almost crippling him and I take his hand away from the scar to tell him "I survived."

He gives me a stiff nod, not pressing me to talk but I know if that day ever comes he'll listen and instead he kneels down in front of me to take my face in his hands and tells me "I wish I could kiss you."

"I know," I smile softly and kiss the inside of his palm. "When sun sets I'll be yours."

And he sees it then, my acceptance of his creed, my acceptance that if he can only kiss me in the dark so I can never look upon his face then that is a way I am happy to live as long as it's with him.

"I love you," he tells me and I can feel how those words are strange to him, and I wonder how long it's been since he's ever spoken those words. Something tells me it hasn't been since he was a child. "I don't know how I got this lucky."

I chuckle lightly at those words "Cyare, you call yourself lucky when you were stabbed for just being near me?"

"You have a past and so do I," he says, in acceptance of that also. "That doesn't scare me." But it's in those next words I feel the true depth of his love. "Anyone from your past who tries to lay a hand on you." His fingers trace my cheek as he swears "I'll kill them before ever letting them touch you again."

"Din," I whisper as he holds my face with hands that are capable of so much violence, but are heartbreakingly gentle for me.

"You've fought your entire life for everyone but yourself," he says and my breath catches in my throat at those words, at the truth he's seen that I never for a moment considered. "Let me fight for you."

Before I felt as if I'd met my match, never realising that entailed being adversaries but Din... I realise now I've found a partner in him and know now what I'd truly been searching for until I found him.

"Okay," I answer softly and smile at him in an adoration I've never felt before. "As long as I'm by your side."

"I wouldn't want you anywhere else," he answers and I pull him down atop me, holding the sides of his helmet as he makes true love to me now, a ritual to complete our vow.

And the light... oh it's beautiful.

He sits on the edge of the bed as I dress him in his armour and his fingertips feel the fabric of the flowing dress I wear, running over the curve of my hip as if in a trance.

"Ner cyare," I say, speaking with him in Mando'a since it's been so very long since I've been able to speak it with another. "When my family come I must warn you they could be a little intense."

He chuckles "How so?"

"They are protective," I tell him with a fond smile. "And ignorant of Mandalorian culture but they also have a child like ours."

"Like ours?" he repeats, not inquiring after Ben but merely still stunned at referring to the child as being ours.

"Ours," I repeat as he holds me by the waist. "My nephew Ben, he is strong with the force also, as is Luke so I say they will take interest in the child." I sense the anxiety that arises. "But don't worry, the child will be very safe and very loved that much I know. The bond of padawan is almost as sacred as that of a foundling bond."

"How is it different?" he asks me as I walk to my vanity to comb my hair.

"Well, traditionally the Jedi code forbade attachment," I explain to him, since Luke has somehow began to lean that way. "Which would mean a master would raise their padawan from when they were a child to an adult and be expected to care for them, mentor them, but not love them. That belief of non attachment applied to everything."

"That seems awful," he says without filter and I look back at him. "I know it is your creed but-"

"It is certainly not my creed," I assure him. "I am a Jedi but I don't adhere to all that nonsense, for a while I'll admit I had tried to be mindful of my attachments but it seems fate had other plans."

Din watches perplexed as I take my veil and secure it, concealing my lower face as I prepare to go to the markets to get supplies. "Why cover your face?"

In the mirror I catch a flash of the girl I used to be. The girl who sought to become a Jedi master after her father's death, to unite Mandalore after her mothers, and I stare at my reflection, the girl who hid so many secrets behind this very veil.

"I wore it whenever I was undercover, so nobody knew who I was," I tell him, knowing it was for safety more than anything else. "Before the war I wore it on Tatooine when I was with my dad to avoid recognition and then during the war I used it as a disguise whenever I left base considering I was the galaxy's most wanted."

"Why wear it now?" he asks in confusion, coming to stand behind me so he's close enough to hold me by the waist.

"Because I just exposed an Imperial plot whilst making myself many enemies in calling out the Republic on galactic news," I say, well aware of the complications that brings. "I'd rather not be accosted in the street whilst I go to get food, it's safest to not draw attention to myself until the uproar has died down."

He runs a thumb over my covered cheek, and I can feel the existential crisis beneath all that beskar. "It's strange, seeing you with your face covered."

And I know the matter of his own face is definitely going through his mind, and so I hold the cheek of his helmet. "I've never minded it, and I still don't."

"But things are different now," he says, seeming almost shy. "You and I- we are raising a child together."

"Exactly," I say, squeezing his hand. "Would we be if it bothered me? No. I've always known who you are Din Djarin, and I would never change it." He holds me close, and I can feel his emotions running high, such conflict in his mind. Between his creed and his family and what he wants being different from what he was taught to want. "I will never ask you to choose, because you can have both. I'd never ask you to abandon your creed."

"Thank you," he breathes shakily. "I just- I don't know."

But I do. "It's okay, because I do. You never have to try to explain to me."

He's a man of few words, and I'm a woman who doesn't need them to know and I can feel a smile beneath his helmet as he holds me close, asking "You don't want me to come?"

"Din, I'm trying to avoid attention and let's just say a big walking hunk of beskar might jepardise that," I chuckle. "And I'm going to the markets to get some stuff to cook since Leia's bringing everyone over, I'm sure I can avoid getting into trouble."

"You are the trouble," he teases and I smile. "You and the kid both."

"But you love us," I joke, and he doesn't deny it.

"I do," he says and squeezes my hand. "Do you need any credits?"

"I'm a duchess remember," I remind him. "I have no shortage of credits."

Even if I have no wealth left from Mandalore, I served the new Republic as a high ranking officer for years and seized multiple shipments of beskar from the black market along with other hoards of Imperial credits Han and I may have stolen from before surrendering them to the Republic. A secret we've managed to hide from Leia thankfully but it's ensured we've gotten our reparations.

Even so, he pulls out a handful to give me being the man he is. "I'll watch the kid."

I walk through the marketplace, listening to the latest gossip, my name no doubt being among it. I'm carrying the groceries when I come across a stall selling baby clothing.

Immediately I know I'm not going home without some.

"Ah miss are you interested?" the seller asks.

"Yes, for a non-human child, similar proportions to a human baby but with very large pointed ears and clawed feet," I tell her, being specific. "Just becoming a toddler really, at the age where he wanders off everywhere and eats everything."

She laughs. "Oh it's an adorable but busy age for the parents, your own child?"

"Yes, adopted," I say proudly. "An orphan from the war."

Although I don't clarify which war, the age thing will be confusing enough for Han to grasp, a fifty year old baby. Between him and Ben something tells me our family is going to have it's hands full.

"How many toes?" she asks, sorting through the clothing.

"Three on both feet."

"These should work," she says, giving me a design. "I can throw in some little shoes for the kid as well."

"That would be great thank you," I say and smile. "The little guy's at home with his dad, it will be a nice surprise for them." I also spot a beanie for twilek babies that might work for the kid. "Could I also have one of those please?"

By the time I'm finished at the stall I know Din's going to be shaking his head at me for everything I bought, but he'll cave at how cute the kid is in a beanie and I realise just how much I like this, shopping for my kid and going home to the man I adore.

And yet my eyes linger on the clothes for human children before I move along and I stand in contemplation for a moment with my hand skimming over my stomach. I swore I never wanted children, not after the horrors I'd seen in the war, not after seeing Mandalores own children burn and yet... something's changed in me since meeting Din and the child.

The thought always filled me with guilt, so much so that when I started sleeping with Lando the first thing I did was find a doctor who could give me a birth control chip to ensure it wouldn't happen.

Not again.

I quickly move along before the vendor can talk me into buying more but the question and the guilt still lingers as I return to my apartment.

When I unlock the door I find the kid watching some holo cartoons while Din rests. No doubt the closest he's ever been to being a normal child.

Din sits up straight at the sight of me and I smile as I drop the bags down and remove my veil.

"Okay I got us some food to cook, and also a few things for the kid at the markets."

"A few?" he questions, looking at the size of the bag.

"I couldn't resist," is all the defence I give as I walk over to the kid and pull out the beanie. Din sighs as I hold it up. "It's cute."

"I'm not arguing," he says raising his hands, but the tough guy act disappears once I have it on him and sure enough Din's laughing. "Okay, okay, I'll admit it's not bad."

"See," I smile. "And now his little ears will be warm next time we crash land on a cold planet."

"Little?" he remarks and we're both laughing.

The kid smiles up at us and I'm so happy it hurts.

"Din."

"Mmm?"

"This right here, I think this might be the happiest I've ever been since I was just a kid," I tell him, my heart feeling as if it may burst. "With you and the kid, I'm home."

He tucks my hair behind my ear and murmurs "Ner yaim'la."

I hiss his helmet where his lips would be,

I touch my forehead against his and decide, "I'm going to start cooking."

"I can do it if you want."

"No, no," I say and order as I stroll into the kitchen. "You always cook, it's my turn. Sit your handsome ass down and play with the kid. Everyone will be here soon enough."

"Yes general," he says, leaning back on the couch as the kid crawls into his lap knowing it's best someone keeps the kid busy since we left him up to his own devices for long enough earlier.

The sun's setting and I'm sitting cross legged on the floor with the kid, pillows spread about for him to jump across.

He tries to jump between two of them only to land on the floor beneath with a disappointed huff.

"You need to use the force," I tell him as Din watches, leaning against the wall. "Use the force to leap, not just hop." He just frowns at me and I give him a look. "I know you can do it, now come on or no hugs."

Din whistles "You cruel thing."

"Come on, so you can show uncle Luke," I tell the kid and he braces himself and I can feel it, him tuning into the force and he does it, he leaps not just to the closest cushion but the one after it. "Yes that's it!"

He makes an excited sound as I pick him up and Din chuckles, it's then we hear a knock at the door.

"That will be Leia," I say, hopping up and passing the kid to Din. "Leia's always the first to arrive."

I go to the door and hug her as she walks in and bend down to pick Ben up, and find myself shocked by the size of him.

"Aunty Kyra!" he says and I squeeze him tight, although he's far from little now at fiveyears old.

"Oh look at how big you've gotten," I smile, hugging my nephew. "You'll be starting school this year won't you?"

"Han will be here soon," Leia says as Ben nods excitedly. "He and the other two went to get presents for the kid."

"It's someone's birthday isn't it," I tease setting Ben down and taking the kid from Din as I tell him. "We're making this the kids birthday."

The kid likes the sound of that and reaches out towards Ben curiously. Leia and I observe the two as I bend down so the kid's level with him and views Ben with fascination.

"It's the force," I say as Din comes to stand behind me. "They feel it within each other."

"Woah," Ben says as he sees Din fully armoured and is utterly awestruck. "So cool."

"Ben this is my special friend Mando," I smile, looking at Din proudly. "He's the kids dad. I'm going to be teaching this little guy to be a Jedi just like uncle Luke's going to be teaching you."

"He's your pada-pada-" Ben stumbles, trying to remember the word as the kid wraps a hand around his fingers.

"Padawan," I finish and nod. "But he's our child now too, and I'm sure you're going to become good friends as you become Jedi's together."

Ben looks at Mando again, having never seen a Mandalorian and asks "Does that mean you're married?"

We all laugh and Din rests a hand on my shoulder. "Not yet kid."

Yet.

Leia and I share a knowing smile and she's certainly impressed. We hear the others arrive, as noisily as ever.

"Here's the cavalry," Leia says and tells Din. "My husband Han has been dying to meet you."

Din tilts his helmet towards me and asks "Is that a good thing?"

"Lets just say when I told him about finding you after storming off to Tatooine to commit murder he nearly had a stroke," I tell Din and open the door. "Hey guys come on in."

Han, Chewy, and Lando walk in, with Luke following. I hug each of them, especially Chewy, and smile nervously as I look at Din.

"Now everyone, this is-"

"Din Djarin," Din says and I look at him in equal surprise and adoration. "But you can just call me Mando."

I can't help the smile on my face as he shakes the boys hands and I continue the introductions.

"Din, this is Han, Leia's husband."

"Mando aye," Han says, giving Din his best handshake and know that a walking hunk of silver beskar almost as tall as him is not what he expected. "Well it's good to finally meet you."

Din shakes his hand and is certainly surprised by Chewie, it's not every day you see a wookie.

"Din this is Chewbacca," I tell him, and Chewie makes a roar of welcome and it's then Lando comes into sight and I quickly realise this is a situation I had somehow not foreseen after being left sex drunk and clear my throat. "And this is Lando, he's family."

Din knows who he is and shakes his hand anyways. "Din Djarin."

"Lando Calrissian," he returns and being a man with the tastes he has I see the stunned look in his eyes as well, I dare say he might even be the one who's a little flustered by his certainly imposing presence. "I'm glad that Kyra's found a man that she speaks so highly of."

"Lando," I groan, not needing them to expose my drunken rambling on Yavin-4.

"No, trust me, you're a lucky man the way she talks about you," Lando says, which I know stuns Din, the thought of me speaking about him to my family.

"Well thank you," Din says, chuffed and then there's Luke who is pleasantly surprised.

"And Din this is my very dear friend Luke Skywalker, a fellow Jedi Master."

"Because of your training," Luke says proudly as he shakes Din's hand. "Like he said, we've heard a lot about you."

"But not enough," Han calls out from where he's with Ben and Leia.

"I believe there's one more introduction to make," Luke says, eager to see the little baby yoda and I pick the kid up from where he's scurried off to play with Ben.

"And everyone, here he is," I say lifting up the kid who squeals in delight from all the attention.

"Our son," Din says proudly, holding me by the waist.

Our.

I pass the kid to Luke and even Chewie makes a sound of adoration at the sight of the kid.

"Wow," Luke says holding him. "You weren't kidding were you?"

"He's one of Yoda's kind," I tell him and then awkwardly ask "He couldn't be Yoda's, could he?"

"You said the child was fifty?" he asks and neither of us want to imagine that procreation, thankfully we're interrupted by Han calling out.

"I brought the best Corellian whiskey, let's open it up!"

It's hours later.

Luke and Chewie play with Ben and the child. Han and Din are deep in conversation which leaves Leia and I both amused, yet from the blasters laid out on the table and the discussion about ships that are older than any of us I should have known they'd get along.

It feels like home.

"Your padawan is his child," Luke begins, and here comes the conversation I was avoiding. "But he speaks as if you've both adopted him."

"We've decided on raising him together," I tell him, knowing just how unconventional it is. "The only thing that's left is the Mandalorian vows to take in a foundling."

"Is that wise?" he asks and I'm glad Din's out of earshot. "You know what the code says-"

"And you know very well I'm the product of being raised as the child of a Jedi, not as a padawan," I remind him and he can't argue with that. "I know it's unconventional to say the least and that you're becoming a stickler for the old ways but it feels right."

He nods, trusting my judgment and asks "Have you learned his name?"

"Not yet," I admit. "I'm thinking of travelling to Coruscant to see if there are any files about him before I try to find Ahsoka."

"You should go to the old Jedi Temple first," Luke suggests. "I've done some work in restoring it, artefacts, files. You might be surprised by what you find in those archives."

I nod along in agreement.

"Din," I call out and he and Han come over and I raise an eyebrow at the blasters they hold that they've been comparing. "What do you say we travel to Coruscant before we find Ahsoka, see if we can find anything on the kid in the archives?"

He nods having no arguments and just asks "When?"

"Soon," I answer but see how happy the kid is playing with Ben and Luke sees this.

"If you like, I can watch over the child until you return," Luke offers and I look to Din, knowing it's his decision and can feel his hesitance.

"I told Moff Gideon the child was with Luke," I remind him. "There's no doubt he has spies. He won't come after Luke while he's here and it'll be safer for us to travel. In and out and back to him."

He agrees, trying to overcome his hesitation when it comes to being parted from the child. "We'll leave after this then."

And so I brace myself to venture to where my kind were slaughtered. Preparation for another journey I suspect I'll have to make for the first time in years, sooner rather than later.

Mandalore.

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i wish you would write a fic where nico diath and count dooku got ‘woke up in space vegas married’, grouchily completed whatever mission they had together, and promptly discovered that a legal dissolution of marriage is much harder than it looks

"We have to what," Dooku says blankly.

Nico rolls his eyes. It's entirely called for, because Dooku is just standing there like a damned lump and he's the one who spent four hours trying to wrangle this damned planet's bureaucracy into submission. And if he yelled at a protocol droid, well. Only he and the droid need to know that.

"Stay married for a year," he repeats, sending Dooku a withering look. The sex wasn't good enough to make up for having to repeatedly answer stupid questions. Well. Nico assumes it wasn't, because Dooku is an arrogant ass, and if he's good in bed Nico owes Jocasta a hundred credits and a book she hasn't read, which is a fate worse than death. "Unless, of course, you're willing to give up half of your estate to the government of this planet. It was in the marriage contract's fine print."

Dooku stares like a concussed goat for another ten seconds, then grimaces, deep and pained. He puts a hand up to massage his brow, looking like he's contemplating either murder or suicide or a combination of the two, and then says, "We are Jedi, we do not have estates."

Nico snorts loudly, freeing his arm from its sling because slings are a nuisance and he's gotten far too used to either Master Fay or An'ya's little wildcat of an apprentice, who's fairly skilled at healing when he can be bribed into contact with food and clothes that aren't mostly patches. "Speak for yourself, the Diath family still holds extensive estates on Tatooine - "

"But you do not, because you are a Jedi - "

"And if you're not even going to bother to read the damn paperwork before you yell at me about my misinterpretation, Dooku, I will tie you to the bed again, but this time will not be nearly so fun for you."

The tips of Dooku's ears go dull red, and he looks down his nose at Nico in a way that means he doesn't have a good comeback but wants to keep the high ground. "Diath, if you think you can shame me - "

Nico rolls his eyes again, reaching for the pot of caf in the middle of the table. It twinges a little, but - they completed their mission. This mess is what's left to deal with, and as much fun as it has been to prod Dooku about their marriage, Nico would rather get back to his work tracking down slavers and freeing those still held in bondage.

"Don't worry, Dooku, I'm well aware you feel no shame," he says blandly. "But if this collection of paper-pushers thinks I can be intimidated by - "

A hand grips his wrist, startlingly gentle, and tugs it down to the table. Reaching over, Dooku picks up the pot, refills Nico's cup, and then deliberately sets the carafe down within reach, his frown never wavering.

"If you damage yourself permanently, I will assume you intend to force me to be the bread-winner in this marriage," he says coolly. "And I will sue. I'm sure the particularly bloodthirsty solicitors on this planet can assist me in obtaining damages."

Nico pauses, then carefully picks up the cup with his good hand, sliding his bad arm back into the sling. "Well," he says, a little gruffer than he intends. "If you're going to threaten me over it, I suppose I can accommodate your demands. Seeing as you are my dearest husband."

Dooku's breath catches, and he turns away quickly. "You needn't take that tone," he says, but he's not looking back, and -

Well. It's interesting, Nico thinks, and takes a sip of his caf. One year is a long time, after all. There's plenty of time to think about things thoroughly.

#kat answers #ask meme fic #dookun

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Through Thick and Thin - A.S

Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader

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About: When Obi-Wan learns of Anakin's turn to the dark side, he goes to Y/N to try and find him; what he gets instead changes everything and Anakin gets the answers he's been waiting for.

A/N: this is my first time writing in months, please be kind! Need to get back to my flow lol

Word Count: 2057

Warnings: murder, death, blood, mention of parent loss.

"He killed younglings, Y/N!" Obi-Wan stressed, pacing around the room "Tell me where he is, I beg you."

You stared at your husbands Jedi Master, contemplating if you should tell him the truth - betraying your husband and revealing his whereabouts or to lie and protect him. After all, you knew what Obi-Wan was going to do.

You knew that Anakin was capable of taking lives, especially the lives of women and children after he murdered the Tusken Raiders - you weren't afraid of him when he confessed and you certainly didn't shame him for it; you could understand his anger, his hate, his need for revenge.

Anakin's back was facing you, he stared at the wall, hot tears streaming down his face.

"I killed them." he paused, catching his breath "I killed them all. They're dead, every single one of them."

Anakin slowly turned around to face you, his face stained with tears, his eyes glassy and red.

You stared at him, trying not to judge him for what he had done - knowing that if you did, you would be the biggest hypocrite known to man.

"And not just the men," Anakin inched closer to you, shaking his head "but the women and the children too."

You froze.

Women, like you.

Children, like the ones you adored at the Jedi Temple, children you dreamed of having with Anakin.

Part of you died hearing his confession, but you remembered how you felt when you were finally left alone in a room with your fathers killer. You too would've killed his wife and the other women and children in their village. You would wipe them all out.

"They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals." Anakin started to raise his voice, his pearly white teeth shining in the light "I hate them!"

Anakin dumped himself to the floor, bringing his knees to his chest, more tears falling from his eyes; you placed your hand against his face, wiping away his tears with your thumb.

"It's okay to feel angry, it's okay to hate them after what they did." You said softly, casting circles on his cheek with your thumb.

"I'm a Jedi," his eyes searched yours, his hand reaching for yours, holding it tightly "I know I'm better than this."

You sighed, kissing his hand softly "Don't let what you've done define you, Ani."

"How can I come back from this?" He asked in frustration "How can I move forward if Obi-Wan is holding me back!"

"You find a way," you encouraged him "even if it means going against him... and the council."

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?" You asked quietly.

Obi-Wan didn't answer, he swallowed hard and looked at the pale lilac carpet.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?"

"Don't say that Master... You're the closest thing I have to a father... I love you. I don't want to cause you pain."

"He has slain younglings, Y/N! I saw his callousness with my own eyes!" Obi-Wan raised his voice, "Anakin has sided with Palpatine! He's the sith lord!"

You started to laugh, waving your hand.

'Of course, Obi-Wan and the council are pinning this on Palpatine, making him the bad guy.' you thought.

"It's funny," you speak up swinging your right leg over your left knee "you and the council painting Palpatine as evil."

The Jedi Master stared at you in horror and couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth - his heart splitting into tiny fragments, the young girl he raised was defending the chosen one - the young boy who had grown up with bouts of pent up hate and anger, and turned to the dark side.

"Palpatine is the only person other than me who truly cares for Anakin, who never lectures him for his feelings, who never holds him back."

Obi-Wan felt sick.

"I don't know where he is," you lied "even if I did, I'm not telling you."

"Don't make this harder for me than it needs to be," Obi-Wan warned you, remembering the Jedi Code, pushing his memories with you and Anakin aside.

You didn't flinch, instead, you sat back down on the sofa, staring at the beautiful sparkling wedding ring on your finger.

"I don't want to go back," you sighed, dragging your feet through inches of deep, sparkling snow "I've missed being home."

Anakin nervously fidgeted with the ring box in his pocket, practising his words over and over and over, making sure he got them perfect, his body freezing, his hair full of snowflakes.

"I'm so thankful you came here with me, Ani." You smiled, "My dad would've loved you."

Realising that Anakin wasn't following you, you stopped in your tracks and turned around, finding your boyfriend down on one knee.

"Ani-"

"From the day we met, I have never been able to shake you from my mind and heart."

Your eyes filled with tears and your goggles started to steam up.

"I never got to ask for your father's blessing, but that won't stop me."

You focused on the ring, realising it was the same one that your father always showed you as a child, with his plan to give to you in hopes that you would pass it on to your children.

"Y/N, my love, will you marry me?"

You nodded your head, removing your glove, exposing your warm skin to the freezing air that instantly started to nip at your skin.

"Yes," you smiled, more tears falling from your eyes "I will marry you, Anakin."

"Your father would be ashamed of you, you're becoming the very thing he hated, you're sleeping with the enemy!"

The rage you once felt started to ignite deep inside you as Obi-Wan tried to sour one of the greatest moments of your life.

You stood up, and walked over to him, staring him down.

"You know better than to bring up my father, Obi-Wan."

Anakin tried to catch his breath, stumbling backwards in extreme pain, the sound of your screams ringing in his ears. You were hurt, probably dead with the amount of pain Anakin was experiencing.

His heart started pounding, his ears ringing, feeling sick to his stomach - you couldn't be... could you? who could've done this? why?

"I have these nightmares..." Anakin opened up to you "what I see, happens."

You stroked Anakin's head, your fingertips massaging his scalp, your lips brushing against his neck.

"I had them about my mother before she died, I wasn't strong enough to save her."

You stopped massaging his scalp, and pulled away, looking into his blue eyes - full of tears that pooled up over his waterline.

"You are strong and you get even stronger the more you learn and experience," you paused "I was strong - not strong enough to save my dad, but now I probably would've had a better chance of doing so. We move forward."

Your fiance nodded his head, pursing his lips and kissing you softly, still emotional when he pulled away from the kiss.

"I don't want to dream of you like that- I don't want the nightmares - I can't... I can't lose you..."

You shook your head, cupping Anakin's face in your hands "You won't lose me, Ani."

Anakin didn't know but he would soon find out, killing the last of the separatist leaders on Mustafar, he boarded his ETA-2 Jedi Starfighter and set off in a hurry; desperate to find you.

You were in utter shock.

Your hands trembling, your forehead burning, the room closing in on you yet expanding at the same time and your throat like sandpaper from your constant screaming.

It all happened so fast - Obi-Wan striking for you, your leg being severed off faster than you could realise until you fell down and all you could feel was agonising pain, and the smell of burning flesh filling the room, the blood boiling in your veins.

You sat on the floor, your back propped up against the back of the sofa, dragging yourself across the floor proved difficult since you stopped practising your upper body workouts.

Looking across the room, your eyes landed on Obi-Wan, no longer breathing - how you did it? you didn't know - you managed to take control, more power than you ever had in your life, your fury spitting inside of you begging for release.

Do you feel guilty? Now that you think about it, no.

Obi-Wan attempted to end your life and he would take Anakin's life too.

Bringing the back of your hand up to your forehead, you wiped away the beads of sweat, your chest rising and falling.

Anakin jumped out of his Starfighter, his hood shielding his face, his long strides bringing him closer and closer to you, his eyes no longer a beautiful shade of blue, but like the two suns on Tatooine during sunset.

She can't be. Y/N can't be dead. Not now. Not ever.

Getting closer and closer, Anakin could sense death, pain, and suffering.

The door swung open as Anakin stormed in, searching for you frantically until his eyes landed on your amputated leg in the middle of the room, his face drained of all its colour.

Your screams came back to him, the searing sound of Obi-Wan's lightsaber severing your leg, the loud thud as you fell to the floor and then the walls shaking, everything shaking, your yells, Obi-Wan's voice breaking before his body dropped lifelessly to the floor.

Anakin glanced over to his Jedi Masters lifeless body and stared, his eyes burning holes into Obi-Wans back, wanting nothing more than to revive him just so he could have the pleasure of murdering him for what he had done to you.

You peeked your head out from behind the sofa, "Ani," you winced, "I'm back here."

Anakin rushed to your side, his eyes pouring with tears as he searched your face and body for more injuries; the sight of your wound hurt him deeply.

How could Obi-Wan do this to you? How could anyone do such a thing to the chosen one's wife?

"Are you-are you-"

"Ani," you tried to calm him down breathlessly "just my leg, nothing-nothing else."

Anakin scooped you into his arms as gently as he could, you held onto him for support, moving one of your arms around his neck, your tear-stained face hiding in his chest, his heartbeat thumping against your ear comforting you.

"I thought you were dead," Anakin croaked, carrying you away, his robes hiding you in his arms.

"Obi-Wan came to me, he needed to know where you were so he could kill you," you admitted, "he told me that you killed younglings."

Anakin slowed down, you pulled your head out of his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Did you believe him?" Anakin asked, his tone harsh.

You paused for a moment, slightly afraid that Anakin might drop you.

"I know that you have killed children before," you replied quietly, "he told me that Palpatine is the sith lord... that you are his apprentice-"

"What do you think of Palpatine?" Anakin's eyes rummaged through yours.

She can't turn against me - she won't. I won't let her.

"I think that he's the only other person aside from me who has ever encouraged you to show your emotions, to use them to make you stronger."

Anakin's eyes fixed on your face like glue "what if he is the sith lord, and I have joined him? what would you think of me"

You sighed, closing your eyes, imagining the perfect life with your husband; you and him never in harms way, children of your own growing up without a clue of what it's like to lose a parent, to be a slave.

"I would encourage you to overthrow him, and together you and I can rule the galaxy,"

You opened your eyes, everything coming back to you, your father's death, how it felt to slaughter a whole family.

"make things the way we want them to be."

Anakin gripped onto you tightly, a prideful grin spreading across his face.

"Everyone turned against me but you." He said softly, kissing you.

"What if you hate what I become?" your boyfriend stressed, pacing up and down.

"I could never hate you, Anakin," you walked over to him, linking your arm with his metal one"I'll be with you through thick and thin."

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tennessoui · 3 years

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HANG ON A MOMENT. in the braid au + grief ask where obi-wan says "give my husband this braid" does that. does that imply that obi-wan knows what the different braids mean despite anakin never telling him. ((it's much more fun if anakin never told him what the braids mean)). can we talk about the rush of mortification and delight anakin feels when he hears obi-wan called him his husband. does obi-wan have any idea what he's done.

oooo rip me my b i never expanded but in my head when anakin's like 19/20 and finally allowed to go with obi-wan to fight as a jedi knight, obi-wan leaves anakin on the ship and wanders around a spaceport and someone's like 'oh congratulations on your marriage,' and obi-wan is like '????? im sorry???????' and the stranger is like 'those are marriage braids in your hair--'

and obi-wan is like oh sorry for the miscommunication. you see, my padawan braided these for me. he's from tatooine. they're meant to be braids that bring good fortune to the wearer.'

and the stranger is like 'that's wild i was a slave in mos espa for years and those are definitely marriage braids, meant to tie two souls together forever so that upon death they will be reunited.'

and obi-wan is like. 'huh. alright. i have to go right now immediately. thank you.'

and that's how obi-wan finds out and then 100% he goes to confront anakin who literally never thought obi-wan would figure it out so he's unprepared for his master to drop into the chair across from him, steeple his fingers, and go 'so apparently you married me, yes or yes.'

#asks #braid au #buttttttt also the idea that obi-wan has slowly pieced together all this info about tatooinian braid culture #and knew exactly what anakin was doing after he was knighted #and then just let it continue #only to reveal his hand in the most dramatic way...........#peak obi-wan kenobi #now im torn

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

Reblogs appreciated. 💙

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life.

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

You’d saved up credits, and it had taken almost a year, but finally— finally, you could afford this. A sanctuary. A small vacation. Something you could call your honeymoon. It was long overdue.

Din had warned you when you married him that a honeymoon wasn’t on the cards. It just wasn’t plausible. He was a bounty hunter and he worked every damn day, risking his life just so he could bring back enough credits to put food on the table for you and Grogu. A holiday of any sorts was out of the question.

But you’d been saving up in secret, and if he’d ever found out about your planned endeavour — well, he’d never approve. Good job he’d managed to keep out of your way when you bought the tickets for the five star hotel suite. What proved to be even more of a challenge, was persuading Din to take you to the remote and tropical island planet of Scarif.

You left the kid with Peli Motto on Tatooine, much to Din’s disdain. You’d spoken to Greef and broken a deal with him in secret; that the guild master was not allowed to provide Din with any bounties prior to the week you were due to go away. Everything rolled out perfectly, just as planned.

For the first time in a long time, your clan of three was living a stress free life, void of any anxieties related to Din and his profession. You loved him with your mind, body and soul, and accepted him for who he was. But part of you, a small part of your heart, hoped that one day, maybe he’d give up bounty hunting for good. He was getting older now. You’d occasionally pick out the greying hairs in his stubble, and the crinkles in the corners of his starry brown eyes were becoming increasingly more prominent. There was a beautiful galaxy out there, and he’d only seen the bad parts. The parts that were rampant with crime and death. You hoped that this honeymoon trip to Scarif would show him the true beauty of the world -- and everything he was missing out on.

He couldn’t bounty hunt forever. One of these days, he was going to have to settle down.

“I can’t believe you did this,” Din announced, picking up some complimentary hotel chocolates that had been left on his pillow. He pulled off his mustard coloured gloves and began to fiddle with the red foil wrapper. “All of this. I can’t believe you did all of this without me knowing.”

“I was afraid you’d be mad at me.” you mumbled, subconsciously rocking backwards and forwards on your heels. Din couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this trip had cost you, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the exact figure.

“I am mad at you.” He retorted, but you could sense the air of amusement in his voice. Din Djarin was an esteemed bounty hunter, the best in the Guild. He prided himself in being the best too. He was always one step ahead of everyone, always knowing what was about to come before others even knew themselves. Apparently though, his skill was lost on you. Part of him though, was proud. A pretty big part of him, to be exact.

He was chuffed to be able to call you his wife. He didn’t believe the day would ever come.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you pondered out loud, looking around the hotel suite. “Did you see those big colourful birds as we walked in? They were enormous. We should check out the gift shop and buy a disposable camera. I know Grogu would love to see the photos when we get back.”

Din tilted his helmet in acknowledgement of your comment, but opted to stay silent, his eyes fixated on you and only you. Yeah, he was sure Scarif was a beautiful planet (there was no doubt in his mind), but not even all the colourful birds or glistening waters in the whole galaxy could ever compare to the beauty of you. Your eyes snapped back towards Din when he didn’t respond, and you felt your mouth part as a knowing sigh escaped your lips.

“Tell me you don’t…” you closed your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for his answer. “...Tell me you don’t have hunting mode initiated under that tin can helmet of yours.”

You knew that, under his black tinted visor, he was always in hunting mode. He had to ensure your safety one way or another. When he turned off hunting mode, everything was normal and in colour (despite this one glitch of pixels he had to get fixed). But when he was in hunting mode, his vision was a dull chiaroscuro.

“We don’t know how safe this planet is,” Din declared, his voice stern as he tried to reason with you. “We just arrived and I’ve never been here before. I haven’t even done a recce.”

You extended your arm and shushed him. “You haven’t been here before because no bounty or crime syndicate ever comes to Scarif. Since the battle between the Rebellion and the Empire, it’s been under full surveillance by the New Republic. There is security on every corner.”

“That doesn’t exactly work well in my favour.” Din muttered, although deep down he knew you were right.

“Do you really think I would’ve taken you somewhere that wasn’t safe for either of us? I’ve been planning this honeymoon for months, Din. Please, trust me.”

It hurt, seeing your husband like this. After bounty hunting his whole life, he was so… on edge. He always struggled to relax. You thought a tropical vacation might’ve just done the trick but maybe he needed more.

“Okay, you’re right. I trust you.” Din sighed in admittance, and you cracked one of your sweetest smiles at his revelation. It was enough to ease Din, even just temporarily.

“It’s too late to do anything now,” you said, biting your lip as you peeked behind the curtains and watched the sunset. “We can just stay in the hotel room and order room service, if you’d like.”

Din nodded, following your direction. He didn’t know the first thing about vacationing. But if one thing intrigued him, it was the luxurious king sized bed that stood before him. It was dressed in ivory satin sheets and silk pillow cases, and it was certainly nothing like the plank of steel you’d both lay on, back in the Crest. No, this was a real bed. You’d caught him staring at it and couldn’t help but smile at the smirk that played on your lips.

“Take off your helmet.” You requested.

“I--,” Din hesitated. “Someone could walk in and see me.”

“The door is locked. We have privacy,” you assured him. Din fumbled around some more. His heart stopped when you planted both your hands on his shoulders and searched for his eyes beneath the visor. “Trust me.” you reminded him with a plea of desperation.

He nodded and slowly began to lift off his helmet. And there, he revealed himself. Your husband. Though you’d seen his face many times now, you’d still always get an out-of-body experience, watching him take it off. Like it was some kind of sin.

“I love you so much,” Din’s unmodulated voice announced, and his brown eyes bored into your beauty. You smiled, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you leaned your head into his chest. You slowly began to undress his plates of beskar armour, dropping them to the ground as you discarded them into a pile on the floor. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, and you shuddered, feeling his warm breath fan over the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

“All yours,” you confirmed, dropping the final plate of beskar to the floor. “You need to relax, my love.”

“That word is foreign to me.” Din told you, smoothing out your hair before dropping his large hands down to your hips.

“So let me help you.”

You guided Din over to the bed he’d been eyeing up all night and helped him out of his under clothes, stripping him down to his boxer shorts only. You straddled his hips, pushing him back down amongst the satin sheets and letting your hands wander along his broad, scarred chest. He groaned wantonly. Your tender touch combined with the unfamiliar softness of what lay beneath him was almost enough to make him enter a meltdown. You hummed softly, your voice lulling him in the most comforting manner imaginable. Your fingers dipped further down his body and traced the short tufts of brown hair that poked out the hem of his underwear. Feeling your fingers fiddle with his waistband as he lay on the king sized bed felt ethereal. It was almost too much, he had to stop himself from swatting your hand away. If Din could have it his way, he’d grab you and roll you over, so he was on top -- taking control over you. But you had done this, all of this, to try and help him relax. So, he just lay there and surrendered to you.

The sky was dimming as the minutes passed by. You made a good habit to take your time with him, missing this kind of intimacy. Truthfully, it was hard to ever catch moments like this with Grogu being around. You and Din practically always had to sacrifice loving, passionate sex for quickies in between his bounties; and it wasn’t always easy.

“You-- you look so pretty like this, on top of me.” Your husband gasped out, his already dark eyes growing shades darker with lust.

For a split second, you pulled off him and untied your tunic, letting your simple robe fall to the ground and revealing your almost naked body to him. He was obsessed with you. Absolutely smitten, and it was unlike anything he’d ever been like with anyone ever before. Straddling him once more, you began to grind over his half hard cock, moaning at the friction between his underwear and your lace panties.

You leaned down and pressed your soft lips against his, enveloping him into a sweet kiss. You drop your lips along his gruff jaw and down the column of his neck, making a conscious effort to suck at his sweet spot you’d memorised so well. Reluctantly, you pulled off him and hovered over his lap, signalling with your hands for him to pull down his underwear. He took his hardening cock in his hand and wiped the beads of precum that had developed at his head. Taking the salty seed on his index finger, he brought it up to your mouth and pushed the digit in between your lips. You moaned longingly, relishing in his taste before pulling off him with a pop.

Din pulled off your panties and began to stroke between your folds, groaning when he felt just how slick and ready you were for him. He squeezed your hips and nodded, illustrating that he was ready, and you took a deep breath, anticipating the delicious stretch his cock offered you. You sank down on top of him, your eyes snapping shut as you felt every amazing bump and ridge and vein of his manhood grind along your fluttering walls.

He seated deep inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust, and he began to rub tight circles into your clit. He was absolutely mesmerized by you. You chanted his name like it was a prayer, and Din wondered how he ever got so lucky.

Feeling you clench around him and sensing you were about to cum, Din removed his hand from your cunt and gave you a small spanking on the curve of your ass. Your gasp of shock from your orgasm denial turned into a wanton moan as you wiggled further down on him. You giggled, nudging your nose against his as you felt the same finger he’d used earlier on you, make its way to your puckered asshole. Anal was something you’d been working your way up to, but hadn’t tried yet.

“Do you want this?” Din asked, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he beckoned, a wicked smirk gracing his soft pink lips.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Din growled, giving you another spank. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you cried, “P-please Din, fuck, please. I want it.”

“Dirty girl.” He gritted out, slowly pushing his digit inside of you.

Maker, you were full. In every way imaginable, Din was filling you up, stretching you wide, and it felt… amazing. You began to rock your hips over his cock as he lazily thrust his finger inside your asshole, and you felt yourself panting with every little stroke and movement.

“You look so good, like this,” Din gasped. “Won’t last long.”

And, he didn’t. The second he felt you cumming on top of him, your walls gripping his girth tighter than a vice, he came undone. His load was large, as expected, as his seed spurted in ropes inside of you. Din’s hands wrapped around your stomach and he began to rub soothing circles in your tummy. You didn’t lift off him, but instead, relished the feeling of his cock softening inside of you.

“Maybe this time it’ll work,” he grumbled. “And if not, we’ll keep trying. I won’t stop til I’ve put a baby inside of you, cya’re.”

You hummed and stretched out over him, resting your sticky forehead against his. “Good job we have all honeymoon.”

Din chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. Well, if you’d accomplished one thing, it was that Din was certainly feeling more relaxed, that’s for sure.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Ficlet: Because I Fell Too

WARNINGS: References to the Tusken Massacre, unreliable narrator (Anakin)

When he stumbles upon her, it’s a coincidence.

He doesn’t know how much it’s going to change for the universe. He just knows what he sees in front of him.

“Knight Offee?”

Yellow eyes glare back at him, and he can feel the rage and despair now that he knows to look for it.

“General Skywalker,” she grinds out. The bomb in her hands is clear evidence of whatever the hell she’s setting up. “I suppose you’re going to--”

“Sit down,” he says, because his mouth moves faster than his brain. “Just... sit down.”

“Either arrest me or not,” she snaps.

“Let’s go with ‘not,’ for now,” he tells her, and takes a risk. He puts his back to the wall of the little service corridor, and slides to the ground. He rests his elbows on his knees. He waits.

Barriss looks at him with something akin to disgust.

“Ahsoka would be upset if I got you in trouble,” Anakin offers. “I don’t know you that well, but she thinks you’re her friend, so I’m going to run with that until you give me a reason to fight.”

“The bomb isn’t enough?” she sneers.

“What bomb?” Anakin asks, keeping his eyes on her face and away from the very obvious explosive in her hands.

Being nice to her apparently just makes her angrier.

“Sit down,” Anakin says again. “We both know I’d win a fight, and there’s not a whole lot of places to run, here.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I use this hall a lot. Trust me, I know it.”

“Sneaking out?” she asks, arms crossed in front of her. “To break the Code, just like all the rest?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“The Jedi have lost their way,” she spits out. “We’ve become tools of violence and destruction instead of peace and care.”

“And going Dark is going to help?” Anakin prods. “It’s not, you know.”

“Once you go dark, you can’t turn back,” Barriss dismisses. “I’m already here. I’ve already Fallen. My rage is plentiful, but at least I can turn it to a cause of worth.”

“And bombing the temple is going to stop the war?” he questions. “Barriss, the Seppies aren’t going to be kinder to the planets they take than the Jedi are. You know they’re softer on slavery than the Republic.”

“I can’t turn back now!”

“You can.”

“I’ve. Fallen,” she hisses out. “It’s too late--”

“It’s not.”

“And how would you know?!” she demands, practically screaming as she steps forward.

“Because I Fell too.”

She stares at him. It’s silent, for a moment, save for the hum of electricity in the background, and the heaving of her breaths.

(He’d looked up the process of Falling, once he’d been knighted and had access. With the war on and Dooku publicly a Sith, nobody really questioned his interest.)

(The initial Fall was always the most emotionally intense, always too much and too new for someone to handle.)

(She’d level out in a few days, whether she returned to the light or not, but for now...)

Barriss puts her back to the wall, a few feet down and on the other side of the hall, and slides to a seat. She keeps staring at him.

“Ahsoka never mentioned that.”

“Ahsoka doesn’t know,” Anakin tells her. “Nobody does, not even Obi-Wan.”

She looks at him, peering, and then says, “your eyes are blue.”

“Yes.”

“You... came back.”

“Yes.”

“What did you do? Why did you Fall?”

He wonders if it will help her to know these things, or if maybe he can just calm her down and tug her back and keep her talking long enough to stopgap whatever plan she’s putting into place.

“What do you know about the Sand Raiders of Tatooine?” he asks her.

She shakes her head, and then tilts it to one side, questioning.

“They’re one of the two native species of Tatooine,” Anakin tells her. “The other is the Jawas. But the Tuskens are... we grow up on stories, there, about how they take people in the night, kill them for fun, how they raid the homesteads and travelers because they think all the water on the planet should belong to them.”

“Sounds like propaganda to me.”

He hesitates, and then shakes his head. He can’t just get angry at her right now. She’ll run, and stay Dark, and then Snips would be upset. “Maybe some of it. But it did happen, once you got past the outskirts of the cities.”

“Okay, so?”

“There was a woman they captured,” Anakin says. “A former slave, middle-aged, who’d married a moisture farmer near one of the smaller towns. I don’t know why they targeted her, but her husband lost a leg trying to save her, and a few more people died. I tracked her down, and found that she’d been tortured nearly to death. She died shortly after I arrived, as I held her. There’d been no cause to it, just... senseless violence.”

She looks at him. Blinks. Her eyes are wide and far too yellow.

“The woman in question was my mother,” Anakin admits. “I broke the Code, and took revenge.”

“You killed the people who tortured her.”

“I killed the entire tribe,” Anakin corrects, voice heavy. He doesn’t let himself think too hard about this. “Including the younglings.”

“You’re a monster.”

“I was,” he agrees, because he can’t let her run, not now. He can’t tell her they were little more than animals, can’t tell her they were all monsters, who deserved to die for what they’d done. “And now I’m fighting to save lives, instead of ending them.”

“Banthashit.”

Anakin doesn’t make the face he wants to make. “This war is... so stupid. I hate it. You hate it. The Council hates it. Almost every Jedi I know hates it, and the ones that don’t are mostly too young to understand what’s going on. We can feel our soldiers die, we get accused of being warmongers, we lose Knights and Generals and Padawans every day. But if we don’t fight it, someone else will.”

“Then someone else should!”

“Someone who treats the clones as disposable, you mean?”

She glares again, eyes a poisonous yellow. “And why should I listen to a murderer of children?”

Anakin purses his lips, and holds his tongue for long enough that he doesn’t spit the first ugly word he thinks of. “Because this monster is still a Jedi despite that. Because I’m telling you that it’s not too late to come back to the Light.”

She hates him, he can tell, and then--

“Fine,” she says. She smiles, simpering and cruel. “I’ll come back and get ‘help’ with this... if you confess to your Fall in front of the Council.”

He stiffens up, and she lifts her chin, and he thinks I can beat her and I could let her go and finds that either he lets her go, and she bombs the Temple... or he takes her in, and she tells them about the Tuskens.

Or he kills her.

Ahsoka’s face, distraught with grief, pops into his head before he can consider it for more than a second.

Barriss gets to her feet, still smirking, and she’s got the bomb in her hands and so many are going to die if he lets her go.

But they’ll kick him out of the Order if he confesses.

They’ll lock him up and he’ll never see Padme again, never see Obi-Wan or Ahsoka or...

“I’ll take my leave,” Barriss says. Those yellow eyes bore into him with smug victory. She turns, and he breaks.

“Fine,” he says, with a voice he barely recognizes as his own, because he’d done something stupid by talking to this girl, and now he’s torn between killing her, getting arrested himself, and letting her kill innocent Jedi.

It’s for Ahsoka, he tells himself. Besides, I’m one of the most effective Generals in the GAR. They can’t just get rid of me.

Barriss stares at him. Again. “What?”

“Fine,” he repeats. “I’ll confess to my Fall if you come clean about yours.”

This is a terrible idea.

He hates everything about it.

But... but something in the Force sings that it’s right.

“Fine,” Barriss says, with an odd, painful expression he can’t quite read. “Then to the Council we go.”

And so they do.

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oonajaeadira · 3 years

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The Mandalorian Tarot: Major Arcana

If you’re following me, you know this is a Mandalorian obsessive account. I love the man, I love the show, I write a Mando-fando that is all about pining and touch. I tend to go all in when I have an interest.

Another one of my interests? Tarot. A friend challenged me to Mandalorify the major arcana. And because Jon and Dave know their stuff and are good with archetypes (which is all tarot really is), it was an easy fit.

YOU GOT MANDO IN MY TAROT. YOU GOT TAROT IN MY MANDO. TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER.

But. I can’t draw, so I’ve dreamed them in words and included the Rider-Waite-Smith deck illustrations that I would riff on if I could.

READY? LET’S PLAY.

(All tarot illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. All Mandalorian images property of Star Wars/Disney.)

UPDATE! @heathenashtattoos has taken up where I cannot and is making these cards a reality! I will post them individually and come back to link them to this post as we go.

0 THE FOOL = THE MANDALORIAN / IT IS MADE! --->

The story of the tarot is the Fool’s journey, the arc of becoming. So it makes sense to me that Din would be the fool. Fits even better, since he has tremendous Fool energy in his himbo tendencies, just rushing forward into situations without a lot of planning--he’ll deal with it when he’s in it--ready to rely on others to show him the way or guide/help him to the next step.

If I could draw: Din on the cliff, with his jetpack on, meaning he has no fear of falling. Instead of the bindle-stick the Fool carries, he’d have his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder. Instead of the dog nipping at his heels, Grogu. And, of course, the landscape would be Tatooine/Navaro-esque.

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1 THE MAGICIAN = LUKE SKYWALKER , IT IS MADE! --->

The Magician is someone who is still learning to bend the laws of magic/the Universe, but very adept with their tools. Since Luke is only a few years into his Jedi training at this time, he makes a pretty good Magician.

If I could draw: Luke in his blacks, holding up his lightsaber. The Jedi symbol would replace the infinity sign.

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2 THE HIGH PRIESTESS = AHSOKA TANO / IT IS MADE! -->

High Priestess is further along the path of her magic than Magician, and her knowledge is more intuitive, her skills more effortless. Where the Magician is still learning the balance of light and dark, the High Priestess knows the value and pitfalls of both. It was always going to be Ahsoka.

If I could draw: Ahsoka sitting cross-legged in meditation mode, but with eyes open and a knowing smile. Instead of two pillars, she holds her lightsabers up and parallel to each other.

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3 THE EMPRESS = PELI MOTTO / IT IS MADE! -->

The Empress is the mother figure, the energy in the universe that provides all that is needed and embodies the energy of creation. I can see the argument for Omera being the Empress--mostly because she is a mom and she’s soft and a lot of people see the Empress as a soft female figure, I get it. (And if I were to do a minor arcana, girl would show up as one of the Queens for sure.) But in the end, I gave it to Peli because she’s a recurring character, more relevant in his story, and if Din is the Fool, Peli is more an Empress to him. She’s able to be the provider of his particular needs; services to his ship to get him up flying, contact and location information, and she’s always willing to care for Grogu whenever she gets the chance.

If I could draw: Peli sitting in the dock, against the R4 unit, holding aloft a spanner and surrounded by her pit droids.

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4 THE EMPEROR = BOBA FETT / IT IS MADE! -->

The Emperor is all about authority. And all I gotta say about Boba is BIG DICK ENERGY.

If I could draw: Just put him on the Jabba throne and let him lounge like a badass.

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5 THE HIEROPHANT = THE ARMORER / IT IS MADE! -->

The Hierophant is the keeper of traditions and a spiritual guide. As the leader of the covert and keeper of the Way, The Armorer fits.

If I could draw: The Armorer, framed by her forge, holding aloft her tools, with Mandalorian acolytes. Instead of the crossed keys at the bottom, let’s just have a mythosaur skull.

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6 THE LOVERS = FROG LADY AND FROG HUSBAND

This should be obvious and I will fight anyone who says it isn’t the right thing to do. I will die for this.

If I could draw: I would actually depart from the Smith depiction and just draw them embracing or holding each other by the arms and staring into each others’ eyes. Some kind of glowing background? Maybe the egg tank?

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7 THE CHARIOT = THE MUDHORN

Oh. You thought I was going to say the Razor Crest, didn’t you. Don’t worry, I have plans for our beloved craft, but it ain’t here. The Chariot can be a ride, yes, but it’s about victory. Sometimes it’s about the victory over your inner “beastly” natures. To travel to the next phase in the journey, the Fool must take on the beasts that drive the Chariot and claim dominance over them, and when he does, they will carry him to the next level. Since it’s the victory of the beastly mudhorn that brings Din to his bond with Grogu and becomes his signet, Mudhorn for the win.

If I could draw: Again, I’d probably play on Smith’s imagery, put the charging mudhorn in the middle, and replace the rams with Din on his knees brandishing the vibroblade and Grogu in his pram with his Force hand up.

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8 STRENGTH = CARA DUNE

Don’t come at me about including Cara. I am glad Gina got shown the door and I lose no love on that bigot. But. Cara is not Gina and to cut her out is to cut out Jon and Dave’s creation and I won’t do it. I actually love her a lot--she’s got her flaws, but she’s sassy and strong and solid, and I would happily accept a piggyback ride from her any day. She’s also a major player in Din’s story and deserves a spot in it. Strength comes after the Chariot--once you’ve conquered the beast within, you have confident dominion over it and it becomes a companion or a tool for your use. Cara is one with her toughness, she’s used it to do some good and bad shit in her past, and she continues to wield it effortlessly and fearlessly. She is absolutely this card.

If I could draw: I would put her maybe sitting on top of the downed ATST. I’d replace the infinity symbol over her head with the one on her cheek (Rebel Alliance).

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9 THE HERMIT = KUIIL

The Hermit is a loner, yes, but in his solitude he looks within, learns from all he’s been through, and becomes wise. He holds aloft a light of wisdom and truth. This was always going to be Kuiil.

If I could drawn: Just our buddy, looking out over the Arvala-7 landscape, holding aloft an in-universe working lamp. No need to get fancy. He would want it to stay simple.

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10 THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE = IMPERIAL SYMBOL AND STORM TROOPERS

The Wheel is fate. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you’re on top, and sometimes the Wheel crushes you beneath it. You are helpless to its roll and where you’ll land. Storm Troopers are such a sad bunch. They are keepers of Imperial Law on the ground. On a good day, they capture a Rebel or hold off an attack. On a bad day, their Moff just blasts them to make an example.

If I could draw: The wheel would just be the Imperial symbol and there’d be Troopers on and under it. Maybe the one on top is just standing there, looking authoritative. The one underneath has been blasted. Some Wheels have two more figures--one on each side--and I’d add those too. The one on the down-going side would be falling, arms flailing, blaster shooting (if only sound were available, there’d be a Whilhelm scream), and the one on the up-going side would just be dangling by one arm, along for the ride.

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11 JUSTICE = COBB VANTH

Well, it just feels right to make the Marshal into Justice. But it’s not just a literal translation of making sure the right thing gets done and the bad guys are punished. Justice is about wiping away emotion and making decisions with bare truth, looking at every side of the situation and understanding what is really there. And I think Cobb fits this well. He doesn’t want to give up his armor because of what it means for the protection of his people. But he’s willing to consider it, if there’s another way he can protect them. Emotionally, he doesn’t want to deal with the Tusken Raiders, but he does it because he can see it’s the best course of action. He flies into battle with the Krayt Dragon. He gives up his armor without a fight. He makes a fair trade and sees the balance in it because he walks away from the emotion and chooses the best course of action. Cobb Vanth for Justice, errybody.

If I could draw: Cobb in the Fett armor, but with the helmet at his feet. In one hand, a bottle of spotchka. In the other, the Tusken mushroom drinky thing; he’s holding them with equal balance.

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12 THE HANGED MAN = MIGS MAYFELD

The Hanged Man is not just about a dude who’s hanging upside down. (If that was the case, I would have just gone with Gor Koresh and called it a day.) Hanged Man is about changing your perspective to see things in a new way so you can grow. Many times, this growth also requires sacrifice. Over the two episodes we see Mayfeld, we know he goes from Imperial sharp shooter, to traumatized deserter, to merc, prisoner, and exonerated friend. He’s seen some shit, given up a lot, and he’s willing to see how he can be a help to others and find redemption for himself.

If I could draw: Hear me out. Take the image of Mayfeld hanging upside down from the Crest hatch into the prison ship. Mirror that above with an image of him in his Imperial Ground Transport gear. Flip it all upside down so bad Mayfeld up top, good Mayfeld on bottom, images mirrored but inverted, hence “looking at things a new way and getting everything a little topsy-turvey.”

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13 DEATH = MOFF GIDEON

Death is about transformation, so it’s not always the most sinister card. But Death does not discriminate. It comes for us all, constantly stalking, and it will strike you down to serve its needs. You need to face Death to get to your redemption. But really, Gideon is our big baddie here, so why the hell not.

If I could draw: I would forgo the Smith illustration and go for the Marseilles tradition on this one. Gideon and the Darksaber replaces Death and the scythe.

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14 TEMPERANCE = IG-11

Temperance is the transformation that comes after Death. Once Death has chopped your physical being into pieces with his scythe, Temperance is there to take all your pieces and put them back together into something new and better. It’s also a card that asks you to re-evaluate your priorities and see if you can find better motivations than you previously had. IG’s death and reprogramming speak loudly to me on this.

If I could draw: IG pouring the tea.

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15 THE DEVIL = THE CLIENT

Here’s another baddie card that’s all about your worst faults, about excess and giving into the stuff that will eventually kill your soul. The Client holds on hard to the Empire, doing whatever he’s ordered to do to be one of the top dogs. And in the end, it doesn’t matter. Gideon takes him down like he’s nothing.

If I could draw: The client, wearing his Empire bling, with chains around Doctor Pershing and a rough-looking Storm Trooper.

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16 THE TOWER = THE RAZOR CREST

I don’t know about you, but Chapter 14 killed me. And not because the Dark Troopers flew away with Grogu. We all knew Din would never stop at getting him back. But when the Crest was destroyed, it was like someone punched me in the soft parts, and I made a lot of severely anguished noises. The Tower is the most tragic card in the tarot. It’s when forces beyond your control make a very big (and usually negative) impact in your life and everything changes. You are left to pick up the pieces and survive any way you can with the skills and resources you’ve been blessed with.

If I could draw: Just that moment of the ray hitting our beautiful Crest, just as it begins to break apart, maybe with Din, Boba, and Fennec watching in horror in the foreground.

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17 THE STAR = GROGU

The Star is hope. It comes after the biggest tragedy in the deck to tell you that not all is lost. There is always something there to live for. C’mon, kids. In this series, there was only one choice.

If I could draw: Just Grogu. Maybe drinking his soup. Or maybe he’s levitating his metal ball overhead, reaching up to it with a smile on his face. *coos*

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18 THE MOON = BO KATAN KRYZE

We all like Bo Katan, sure. But remember my Clone Wars/Rebels fiends, she was Death Watch, and they were terrorists. She sided with Maul to take over Mandalore. Sure, she’s come a long way and her path is a bit more honorable now, but she’s got an agenda, which makes her hard to trust. Since the Moon is about more feminine energies and has themes of illusion and deception--things look great in the moonlight, but maybe not as they really are--Bo Katan’s our girl.

If I could draw: Head and shoulders profile, double-imaged so you see her face, but her Nite Owl helmet superimposed in profile over it. Nite Owl signet on the bottom. Possibly flanked by her two Nite Owl cronies.

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19 THE SUN = GREEF KARGA

Everything's sunny when Greef’s around! He’s the feel-good gramps that’s going to make any situation A-Ok! If you’ve got a problem, Greef can sort it out...or he knows someone who can! The sun is always gonna shine on you and take you back.

If I could draw: Just Greef smiling and being cheesy with the halo of the sun around him.

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20 JUDGEMENT = FENNEC SHAND

This card traditionally shows the resurrected rising from the grave, ready to be judged. Fennec’s got a lot to answer for in her life, but she is being given a second chance, and my number one girl crush is going to do new and wonderful badass things with it.

If I could draw: I’d either just show her opening her gut pocket to show her new works, all full of aura, with her looking down at it reverently. OR I might do a scene of her being rescued by Boba.

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21 THE WORLD = THE HELMET

Din’s helmet is the world he lives in. But it’s also a symbol of The Way. The World represents completion, a wholeness of self and being, the end of the journey. And since Din is our Fool, his journey is an exploration of his morals and honor, what it means to walk the way of the Mandalore, and what the meaning of the helmet is for him. He may choose ultimately to keep it on and go all-in on Mandalorian-4-lyfe (Child of the Watch style), or he may understand that the helmet is just a symbol and the honor was in him all along; he can wear it or not wear it and it’s all the same.

If I could draw: The World usually depicts a circle or sphere of some kind, the symbol of perfect completion. The helmet is close enough, so it takes up the center. Traditionally, there are four symbols in the corners that give more meaning to The World, and I would replace them with The Razor Crest, Grogu, the Mudhorn Signet, and the pulse rifle or blaster. These represent his home, his foundling, his clan, and his religion, all of which make up more of the whole; what it means to him to be Mandalorian.

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Challenge accepted and faced.

Adira dops her witchy mic….

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ariainstars · 4 years

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The Mandalorian: Is He “Better Vader”?

This may sound funny, but please hear me out for a moment.

The further I watch Star Wars’ new live-action tv show, the more I get the impression is that Mando is meant to be a positive version of Darth Vader (the “dark father”).

Father figures usually don’t have a thankful role in this galaxy - either they are absent like Anakin’s, terrifying like Luke’s, or well-meaning but failing in their primary duty of keeping their child safe, like Ben’s.

Not a few fans, though a little mockingly, like to call Kylo Ren “better Anakin” since his conflict is more fleshed out and the whole figure inspires more sympathy. My theory: is Mando meant to be “better Vader”?

It was repeatedly and amply shown that the cause for the never-ending conflicts in the galaxy lie for a large part on the side of the Jedi, whose stuck-up attitude ultimately failed. Their order prohibited personal attachments, and even the wisest among them were not affectionate. This was what drove the all-powerful but passionate Anakin, who desperately wanted to have someone he could love and protect, to his ruin: the moment he finally became a father he also became a ruthless monster. Mando is introduced as a merciless bounty hunter, but as he opens up to the child, he becomes kinder and begins to find friends. He grows even more valiant, but also learns how to be gentle and caring.

Since the Jedi are almost all extinct, but Force-sensitive children still are born throughout the galaxy, we are left with the question of what is to become of them. Some were brought to Luke’s new temple later, but we can assume that not all were identified.

Mando’s little protegee is staying and making life experiences with a guy who doesn’t know anything about the Jedi and has no clue of the source of the child’s mysterious powers, but instinctively does the right things: he keeps him safe, instructs him, scolds him when necessary, and offers him friendship and companionship. (The Mandalorian who adopted him probably was a good father figure, too.) The child never sees his “father’s” face, but nevertheless he trusts him explicitly. Mando is the living proof that coolness and fighting qualities are not opposed to being gentle and caring.

Ben Solo’s tragic fate was the result of failed fatherhood: Luke did not know how to be a father because he had no children of his own and had had no role model, while Han did not trust his capacity to protect his son from his own powers.

The Parallels

Both Vader and Mando are soldiers. Though not Force-sensitive, Mando is extremely strong and well-versed in martial arts; he never shows his face; he wears an armor completed by a black cape which does not seem to have much practical use. He usually speaks only in short, clipped sentences and has a wry, sarcastic kind of humor.

Vader was a follower of the Emperor, factually a slave who had no choice but to obey his master, and wherever he went he wreaked terror. Mando does take jobs from the bounty hunter’s guild, but essentially, he is a free man and often offers his services negotiating on his own terms. Noticeably, he fights against raiders and mercenaries or remnants of the Empire, peace following in his wake.

When he first reaches out for the baby, it looks like the opposite to another famous scene in the saga: here we have the adoptive but good father, while the other was the biological but cruel father. Luke did not take his father’s hand, while the baby instinctively reached out to the man who had protected him.

Note also the scenic reversal: one figure is standing on the right side, hand with upturned fingers reaching out into a void, the scene is bathed in cold light. The other figure is standing on the left, hand reaching down, illuminated by warm light.

When we do see his face once, Mando is lying down and helpless like Vader; he is not disfigured though and despite being injured, he is not dying. Shortly after this he finally accepts his task as the child’s father figure, while Vader died a few minutes after his unmasking and could not fulfil his fatherly task any more. Also, in both cases we learned the person’s real name not long before the mask went off: Anakin Skywalker respectively Din Djarin.

Given the saga’s love for cyclical narrative, this would make a lot of sense. Star Wars is telling us once more how important a protective and kind father is for a child, both as a role model and an attachment figure. We do not know yet how baby Yoda will turn out; but it would have made little sense for the storytellers to think up such a figure in the first place if they didn’t want him to go another (possibly better) way than his more famous predecessor.

Is the galaxy at last healing after the terrible conflicts caused by both Jedi and Sith, and will the good fathers be responsible for a better future, maybe even for the long-awaited Balance in the Force? I hope so.

May the Force be with the Clan of Two. 😉

(On a side note: Vader / Anakin was in his mid-forties when he died. Din Djarin is about the same age.)

After the closure of Season 2, I would like to add a few details that also set Din Djarin apart from Anakin.

Attachment vs. Affection

Anakin’s greatest weakness was his anxiety to lose the ones he loved. In the end, he sacrificed all of his ideals for the purpose of saving his pregnant wife. Luke also loved his friends and wanted to save them, but in that fateful moment before Palpatine, he realized that he would have had to give up his integrity for the purpose, and that was when he decided to throw away his weapon.

Din suffers deeply when he has to give up “his” child to a literal stranger for an indefinite time. However, he knows that it must be done because he does not have the knowledge to train him. Grogu also, reluctantly, lets go when he sees that his “father” is doing the same. This goes to show, again, that he is much stronger than Anakin.

Following Rules vs Following One’s Heart

Like Anakin / Vader, Din takes his helmet off the moment he has to say goodbye to his child. The famous sentence “Just once, let me look on you with my own eyes” comes to mind. Vader was a Sith Lord and Anakin had been a Jedi. Both adhered strictly to their code: Anakin was a faithful Jedi until he became a Sith and Vader obeyed to the rules of the Sith until for a brief moment he acted like a Jedi again (and, also, like a father, which was a first). Mando unmasks not only before Grogu but also

- Luke, who is a total stranger - Moff Gideon, an enemy - Bo-Katan, a possible potential enemy since she pursues the Dark Saber - Fennec, an ally but not a friend - Cara, a friend who never saw his face.

That he is willing for all of them to witness the moment he lifts his incognito shows that Mando is finally listening only to his heart. The Way of the Mandalore, which was his guideline for his entire adolescence and adult life (i.e. thirty years or more), has become less significant to him than the bond he has with Grogu.

Anakin’s tragedy was that he could not follow his heart but that some rules defined by an outside source always were in control. He wanted to be a husband and father and loyal friend, a mechanic and a pilot, not a Jedi or a Sith.

Ben Solo’s tragedy was the same; though not born a slave, he also had no choice about what to do with himself and his life. It was either being a Jedi or a Sith. But we know that he wanted to be a son and a lover, and a pilot.

The same fate occurred to Luke, many years later: the kind-hearted, affectionate young man from Tatooine, who so easily befriended everyone and always was compassionate and helpful became aloof and detached on being a Jedi, because he thought that was what this task required. But in the end, it was exactly what made him not understand and even fear his nephew, with disastrous results.

Din Djarin chose the way of the heart, he is no longer adhering to “the Way”: he said himself that now he can’t put his helmet back on. (Alternatively, he could put it on again, but that would mean defying the Way otherwise.) Grogu has witnessed that a man can very well choose family over a code that was taught to him, even if he adhered to it all of his life. Luke is the one who carries him away, but Grogu looks over his shoulder to his “father”. Luke may become his teacher, but Grogu’s role model, his hero, will always be Din; as it was for Ben with his father Han.

Hints at the Future

Anakin died twice: once on Mustafar, where he also lost his blue light sabre, and on the second Death Star, where he had lost the red one. Din Djarin, at the end of this part of this journey, receives a sabre, although he never wanted it.

With the Dark Saber, a new fate is awaiting Mando. Is his destiny that of being the warrior-king, protective and honorable, that ought to have been Anakin’s place? Maybe. As they say, the best leaders are the reluctant ones. 😊

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mudhornchronicles · 3 years

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uh oh | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, getting lost, feeling of loneliness, threats, mentions of death

request by: anon

a/n: a market was requested, but I have read many writers describe markets like on Tatooine and I didn’t want to copy anyone even if I’ve never read their work… so one big city coming right up. fingers crossed you like it.

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Today was not the best day of being in three-year long relationship with the Mandalorian. You had landed on the planet Coruscant, a planet that was one big city. You were running out of fuel and were on your way to Tatooine to have Peli and the small droids work on the Crest’s engine. Din said something about feeling the ship sputtering here and there and wanted Peli to look at it.

You had been on Coruscant before, Maker you had lived there. You knew about the black-market trafficking and you knew about the countless gangsters causing a fuss over the smallest things. Din refused to stop there, saying he could make the Crest get to Corellia… anywhere but Coruscant.

Din hated Coruscant more than anything. The streets were filled to the brim with a bantha-sized variety of people and the air was loaded with their small ships causing nothing but chaotic traffic. He was sent there with two other Mandalorians, Paz and their sponsor, when he was still in the Mandalorian training corps. There, they tracked down a Twi’lek gangster who was terrorizing a Mandalorian family living on the planet. He also nearly died trying to protect his sponsor from a blaster shot, in turn speeding up his swearing of the creed.

“Why can’t you just trust that I’ll be okay? You know I’ve lived on this kriffin’ planet! I know my way ar-“

“Enough!”

You are taken aback of his tone. You have gotten into arguments with your husband before, sure, but he has never raised his voice at you. He has never spoken to you the way he speaks to his bounty. Din always treated you and your adopted son with respect, but today, he decided to yell.

“You are not going and that’s final. Do you understand?” He looks at you as he swings his pulse rifle over his shoulder, helmet in hand. “You are to stay in this ship until I return and if you know better, you’ll be here.” You were not going to let that subtle threat get passed you.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? If I know better?” You say. You strut over to him and look into his chocolate eyes. “Listen here Mando, If I want to leave this trash can of a ship, I will. I don’t know what has gotten into you today, but you aren’t one to tell me what to do… especially to threaten me.”

You grab your brown shawl and aggressively wrap it around your torso, not giving Din a glance in his direction. You open the door of the cot and smile at your awakening green foundling. You grab a piece of your shawl and open it, revealing a pouch. “Come, ad’ika. You and I are going on an adventure while your buir gets the ship ready to go see Auntie Peli, ok?” Grogu smiles and lifts his hands in a “grabby” motion. You delicately place your child in your arms, head snuggled in your shoulder and wrap him in the shawl. You close the cot and turn to walk to the ramp of the ship, meeting Din as he places his rifle’s extra charges in his boot. You motion to his vambrace and give him a pointed look. “Put on your helmet and open the door. Grogu and I want to take a walk. I want him to see the market line. There has to be one around here.”

Din looks at you and his child and shakes his head. “Grogu isn’t going with you. If you want to be irresponsible and leave, then he stays here.” You scoff and quickly press the ramp button on his vambrace. He says your name as the ramp slowly opens and when you do not respond, he grabs your arm. “Grogu will be safe here. Leave him here.”

“Grogu needs fresh air; not this recycled crap. Now get this ship filled and ready to go.”

Din slips his helmet on his head and his hand into yours, interlocking his gloved fingers with yours. You let out a deep sigh you did not know you caged in and look up at your husband.

“Can you at least allow me to walk you?” He says, eyes filled with sadness at arguing with you. “I just want to make sure you both get there.”

You give his hand a squeeze and a nod. You hated seeing his eyes like this; it hurt you. You were connected by vows, but you both always felt as if the stars aligned the day you met. You never thought you would be traveling the galaxy with a Mandalorian, let alone start a family with one.

Din leans down and connects your forehead with his and you immediately feel serenity. He gives you a quick squeeze of the hand and lets go.

You talked a big game to your husband, but did you really know where you were going? No.

You walked around the part of the city you were the least familiar with, about 25% familiar. You clutched your son to your chest and stopped to analyze your surroundings and realizing you had no idea where you were, but knowing you had to get out. The streets were infiltrated with dark business and quick pacing people trying to get out of there as soon as they can. You walk forward and your ears ringing at the blaring sounds of the honking above you.

“You must be new ‘round here. Never seen someone with a baby walkin’ ‘round like they’re on Naboo.”

You turn around, trying your hardest not to show the absolute fear on your face upon recognizing the Zabrak. One of your hands remain clutching Grogu while the other gets placed on your hip, right above the vibroblade Din made you carry everywhere.

“What’s it to you, Zabrak? I can’t walk around?”

The Zabrak chuckles. “Walkin’ with a kid, huh?” he says as he goes to put a hand on your shawl, right above Grogu.

“Get near my kid and I promise you I’ll let you bleed out.” The Zabrak looks down at his stomach and sees your vibroblade pointed right at the center and ready to puncture. He backs up and puts his hands up.

“I painted you wrong, but let me tell you somethin’… I’m the wrong guy to threaten.” He walks away and once he is out of your line of sight, you quickly walk into an empty alley way. You lean on the wall and slip down, pulling out the commlink that was in your pocket. You let out a shaky breath as you press the button, waiting for it to turn green indicating it has connected.

“D-Din…” you start. You take a deep breath to hide your shaky voice but to no avail. “Din, where are you? I-I need you. Hurry up.”

A deep chuckle comes through the commlink that would normally make you want to drop your pants, but this wasn’t the time. “Now you need me? I thought you knew where you going? I told y-“

“Din!” you interrupt. “Now is not the time for I told you so’s! They’re going to get me and you better get your beskar ass here now.”

“Hey stop. Who’s going to get you?”

“Din hurry up! I’m nea-“ you stop. You hear the Zabrak yell find her and that kid and bring them alive. “Din please hurry.”

“Where. Are. You.”

You hear footsteps coming towards your direction and you run to hide behind a metal container. Grogu feels the commotion and coos out in confusion. You give him a small smile and ask him to hush. You can hear Din’s concerned voice come through asking things like, “Tell me where you are.” “Give me a description” and him calling your name over and over.

You quickly press the button and say, “train track above, glass shop, blue door, in alleyway behind metal can.” and smash the commlink so the Zabrak’s men don’t hear Din’s voice. You look down at Grogu as he looks at you with confusion. “It’s going to be okay, ad’ika. Buir will find you, I promise.”

You were afraid. You knew that Zabrak a long time ago. He terrorized your “neighborhood” and forced your family into poverty and lose some of them, which led you to hate Coruscant. You were surprised he didn’t recognize you, but you were also a kid back then; you grew up, but he clearly didn’t. You felt alone all those years and ended up hitching a ride on some lady’s ship. She realized it after she landed on Dantooine. She was mad and ended up leaving you on Dantooine, but some Rebel took you to Tatooine – the planet you met your husband on.

You knew the consequences you were about to endure, so you wrapped Grogu in your shawl and placed a chaste kiss on his wrinkled forehead. You tucked him behind the container and smiled at him. He coo’s at you and expands a claw towards you. You shake you head and tell him to stay and reminded him about his father coming. You walk out of the alley and run towards a shop, away from the alley so they would not look in there. You whistled and waved your arms around. “Hey spike head! Ya lookin’ for me? Come get me!” The men start running after you and you run. You heart starts beating hard as you try to direct them all away from the alley. You didn’t know if it would work but it did. You kept running into different streets, mazing them around like sheep, but when you looked back, you saw them with wide eyes and stopping in their tracks. You slow your pace and turn around, being met with the visor you hated seeing inside your flying home.

Din felt his blood run cold at the sound of your distressed voice. He knew if you were alone, you would have told him to rendezvous at the ship, but you had your son. Din also knew that you would do anything to protect Grogu, even if that meant your life. He did not want to believe the cry for help, hoping you were wanting to play a prank on him, but when he heard you whisper your description of your location, he had to act fast.

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He didn’t want to admit he was scared, but he was terrified. If you knew Coruscant, why would you be scared? There had to be something big after you because he has never heard you scared for your life. Din refused to believe that something could happen to you. As much as the two of you disagreed and argued at times, he couldn’t live without you. He couldn’t live without the one person who looked at him as a person and not a machine.

Sure, you had been scared the first time you’d met, but soon warmed up to the man when you realized he wasn’t looking for you. You had always stood your ground and he loved that about you. You always tested Din’s patience, but it always kept the guy on his toes. No matter how much the two of you could be mad at each other, it never lasted more than a couple hours. Din would go insane if it did.

Din cursed at himself. He knew he wouldn’t be able to use his jetpack because of the low riding aircrafts, so what did he do? He left it in the ship. He pondered on your clues.

He recalls a train track close to the Crest, not a far walk at all and definitely a shorter sprint. He spots the train track and as soon as he catches a breath, he asks a local about a glass shop near a blue door. They point him towards the street and breathes out a thank you as he runs toward you. He sees the blue door in the distance, but he also spots men walking around as if looking for something, or someone. He slithers through the channel of alleyways and locates an alley that over looks the train track, the glass shop and is directly infront of the blue door. He runs towards the metal container as you said was there and hears the familiar cooing emitting behind it. He moves the container and sees Grogu swaddled in your brown shawl with tears in his big eyes. Din kneels and picks his upset son.

“You’re okay, ad’ika. We’re going to find buir and get them out of trouble, okay?”

Grogu coos and lets out an “uhoh.” Din smiling and agreeing, putting Grogu in his pack.

Din hears the commotion of running and spots a group of men running after a figure, your figure. He knew your pattern. You’d run until you lost them and would swivel between streets to get them confused.

Din jogged to a street four streets over and waited at the end of it, smiling as he saw you, safe and alive, and your “posse” run straight into it. He had Grogu in his pack at his waist and smirked as Grogu hid inside. Din placed his hand on his blaster and the other pushing Grogu and the pack behind him. His heart skipped at beat and all his worries vanished as he noticed your smile upon recognizing him.

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You ran to Din and wrapped your arms around him. You let go immediately since his stance with public affection still was not the best. He pushed you behind him, removing the pack with Grogu and handing it to you. You opened the lapel and smiled at your son as he nibbled on your shawl.

“I can explain,” you said.

“Explain what? The angry mob chasing you? I’d love for you to,” he said. You heard the smirk in his voice, internally thanking the Maker that he was not livid with you.

The Zabrak came forward and stopped on his heels as he saw your husband.

“Huh… Haven’t seen many Mandos lately.”

“Ahkoi,” Din greeted.

The Zabrak stopped and realization hit his eyes. He chuckled and even let out a wheeze as he took a good look at your husband and walked forward. “Mando? That you under there? This one here with you?”

You looked up at your husband as he nodded. How did he know Ahkoi?

“This one got themselves in a lot of trouble, Mando. We just wanted to teach ‘em a lesson, ya know?” He gives Din a pat on his shoulder and attempts to walk over to you, but Din pushes him back.

“Lay a hand on them and you’ll be missing it.” Din threatens.

Ahkoi nods at Din and walks backwards. Din can sense your uneasiness and fear, so he reaches a hand back physically asking for your hand, and you oblige.

“Haven’t changed, huh Mando? They talk like you.”

“Here’s what is going to happen, Ahkoi. You tell your men to get off the roofs and stop pointing their blasters at them. We’re going to go back to our ship and we’re leaving.”

Ahkoi shakes his head at Din. “They broke a lot of rules, Mando. I can’t just let it slide, even if they are with ya.”

“What they do? Told you to back off and get out of their face? Tell your men to stand down, or I will.” Din states, lifting the blaster up to Ahkoi’s head.

Ahkoi tells his men to stand down and you look around seeing about 20 men on rooftops lower their weapons. It should make you feel better, but it only makes you tense as you failed to realize they could have shot you down a long time ago.

“Fine. They can go, but lesson learned.” Ahkoi looks behind Din and over to you. “How ‘bout you take that breath you were wanting to a long time ago, huh?”

You hear Din jump off the ladder and come into the hull as you patch up a tunic the baby decided would be fun to cut. Even though you heard him, you could not help but flinch as he places a kiss at the top of your head. You quickly apologize to him and look up at him. He takes a seat next to you and puts a gentle hand on your thigh, which relaxes you a bit. You sigh and drop your sewing tools, standing up and sitting in Din’s lap. He wraps his strong arms around and you make your head comfortable on his chest. He hums a soft tune, and you smile, recognizing the song as the song you hum to him when he is having a bad day.

“I��m sorry, riduur,” you say. “I thought I knew where we were going, but I didn’t think he’d be there. I should’ve listened to you and stayed here.”

“I’m sorry for talking to you the way I did. I knew what part of the planet we were in and I didn’t want you going out there. I could have gone about it differently.”

“Why is it that whenever we get into an argument, our days always turn out the worst?” you joke.

“Because we are one whether together or apart and being angry at each other messes that balance up, obviously.”

You give him a kiss on his throat and smile when it vibrates as he laughs. “Thank you for protecting us. I only put Grogu in danger.”

“I’ll always protect the two of you. You just wanted Grogu to see new things. I can’t blame you for that.” You look up and smile at him. He smiles back and places a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and you see his lips turn into a smirk.

“However, I can blame you for turning me into a worried mess. Who gives discreet clues like that? Blue door,” he mocks. “There can be so many blue doors on this giant kriffin’ planet!”

You laugh and bring him down for another kiss, mumbling a quick “shut up”.

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