#Tiny-Sith-Wan and Tiny-Vader

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Padawan

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Summary: Being captured by your old master was meant to mean torture, interrogation and execution. So why were you here? Why is he being so nice and trying to relive old times. And why the fuck is he giving you affection?

Warnings : swearing, anxiety, fluff, Jedi order bashing?, Emperor Anakin, Suitless vader,

A/N: here is another Anakin oneshot, i enjoyed this though i think it could have been better. But if im honest if i keep tweaking it i will lose my mind. So here you go, enjoy lovelies 😘

Wordcount: around 6900

You shivered in the cold cell, curling your arms around your chest, tugging your cloak tighter trying to fed off the chill setteling uncomfortably into your bones. You werent sure what was going on, theoretically you were meant to have been executed the moment the inquisitors found you, but apparently you were different from the others.

And in a way you were different, youd only been a padawan for a few months when the shit hit the fan. Youd never completed training or been knighted just helped as much as you could during the war and your training.

When the empire rose to power and the other jedi watched carefully youd been ordered to hide. Obi wan had pleaded with you to get as far away from everyone as you could. You hadnt understood back then, why was he giving you orders? Why wasnt your master there with you? Youd asked over and over where anakin was, unable to fend off the fear of something happening to him. You werent supposed to but you and your master had created a bond on the battlefield. A close call had prompted Anakin to seal your forces together in some odd taboo bond.

No one would tell you where your master was, or what he was doing. Finally obi wan had just blurted it out. He was dead. You paused, liar. It was a lie, you knew it was you could still feel him. His force signature was still lingering on the edges of your mind. He was wounded, desperate and above all angry.

Once obi wan had lied to your face youd left. It was disturbing. Why? Why was he lying to your face? What else could he have lied about? Things progressed quickly after that, youd abandoned the order and hid yourself on a tiny planet known for living off the land, trading produce, lumber and gem stones.

The massacre happened, and shortly after the news came. As much as you hoped your master was alive you never wanted it to be like that. He was sith now.To say you never saw the dark side in anakin was a lie. There was rage, pride, ambition even fear. Youd always reasoned it was to protect his loved ones. Even though the code forbid love an attachment, it wasnt exactly a bad thing right? Anakin was still protecting the innocent. So it couldnt be so bad? Useing the dark side for good is still good right? Good and evil are subjective, nothing is inherently bad or good, it all depends on the motive, method and reason. At least thats what youd told yourself to justify his actions.

It's said Anakin had lost himself in a rage and almost killed obi wan on a battle on mustafa. Obi wan had fled, before Anakin could deliver the final blow. The next thing you heard was Padme's passing. Nothing was ever mentioned about the baby. Youd like to say things seemed to quiet down after that but it was only a month or so after padme's funeral that palpantine was executed by Anakin. And the new galaxy order began. Your once master was now the emperor, he ruled with an iron fist and hunting of jedi began. Black robed inquisitors scoured the galaxy looking for force sensitive beings to eradicate. It was a genocide.

Youd managed to hide quietly in your little home, holding down a job in the mines, mineing crytals and gem stones. Your reason was if your below ground you cant be spoted. Occasionally youd feel your old master, his life force brushing yours lightly. As if he was checking in on you. Reassuring himself you were still alive.

Sometimes youd sit and meditate trying to severe the connection between the two of you. His response was immediate and ruthless, he'd plough through your mind pressing back harshly, clawing and burning your mind makeing you cry out. It felt as if he were splitting your head open, searing pains would almost cause you to pass out. Just as you felt your vision blackening he'd pull back leaving a lingering sense of disapproval. A warning of not to try that again. For what ever reason he wanted to remain connected to you.

You guessed it had been just over four days since being thrown into your tiny cold cell. Four days of traveling to maker knows where, with little rest and no food bar a slice of bread and cup of water a day. Sleep had evaded you most of the nights, you were far too cold. And what little sleep you did get was haunted by nightmares. Scenarios of a slow grusome torture and bloody end waking you with a terrified cry. And they werent unfounded, the inquisitors and guards made sure you heard their guesses arohnd your fate. From what you could tell theyxd had specific orders to capture you. No one else, you were the only prisoner on the ship. A highly prized lamb ready for slaughter.

Suddenly the doors were flung open and you were unceremoniously dragged from your tiny cell. Two storm troopers heaved you up by your arms threatening to dislocate them as you almost collapsed, knees buckling after staying still for so long. With harsh shpving and a few curses you were being tugged from the ship. Your panic rose with each step as you realised you were probably being taken to your death. Marching out into the hanger and then quickly ushered into a huge yet quiet building. You had no chance to devidse and escape plan or even figure out where you were.

Within mineuts you were placed outside of two huge doors. The stormtroopers releasing you only to flank you either side, blasters at the ready. You frowned eyeing them and then to tall door once more.

"In there rebel! Now" the tropper to your left ordered with a hard shove to your back sending you into a stagger. You caught your footing just as the door began to open.

"Move it!" The other male barked coralling you into the huge dark room. You shivered feeling more unesy as you spied the room, inching forward. It was dark, the only light was one long pipe surrounding the room, currently set to dim white. Not even bright enough to creat a shdow on the black gloss floor.

You stepped further into the black cautiously, feeling more vulnerable then you ever hd before. Your lightsaber had been stolen by the inquisitors tht hd captured you, you felt nked and alone without it. Not that you carried it around, it hd been tucked away in your home. Yet this was the type of situation you missed having it clipped to your belt.

"It has been a long time padawan" you tensed hearing the voice of your once master. It was upseting, your guts twisting uncomfortably. Youd never thought you would hear him again and honestly? It was something you were all to happy to avoid. It was awkward and confusing. The lights suddenly came to life, illuminating the room and revealed a large black and grey space. Columns lined the walls, the gloss floor had n oddly intricate pattern inlaid into it, a mix of geometric and flowing shapes all defined by their gloss, matte and satin finish. One long glossed gangway directed you stright to the end of the room only interrupted by a set of wide sprawling shllow steps.

It was at that point you realised you were in the fabled throne room of the new sith empire. Shit. Not many left this place outside of a box.

Your eyes rose, following the room to the focal point. A huge black granite slab fashioned into a large masculine throne of straight sharp edges. Finally your gze landed on him. God. He was exactly the same, slightly weathered look to him, taller and slightly more muscular then he had been before. The only real changes were the way he'd matured into a stronger jawline and his eyes were a bright glowing amber. Youd say gold but the hint of orange tipped his gaze in to a more sinister hue.

"I heard you fled the order before i returned. Its unfortunate i wished you had stayed there i was coming to collect you, you know" he paused analysing you for a moment. There was a hesitance to his movments he shifted in his seat leaning to one side on his throne, resting on his elbow, hands clasped casually over his abdomen and his legs spread. You released a breath relaxing somewhat as he lounged back into a non threatening stance in his seat.

"But then again obi wan was always interfering. Im sure he convinced you id abandoned you. It wounds me to think youd hve belived him" your masters voice was acompanied by a deep sigh. His eyes almost looked hurt by the notion. You got the feeling your silence was beginning to grate on him. You could feel the tendrils of frustration creeping aroudn you, his force signature becoming restless around him he was irritated. Irritation to anger and then? Well he wasnt exactly known for tempering his rage.

"I didnt; he didnt say that" you inched forward nervously glancing up at him on the raised black dais his throne sat uppon. His eyes widened, surprize washing over his face, chasing away the brewing scowl.

"Oh? Then why did you flee?" His head tipped forward, just like it had done with every question hexd ever posed to you. Just like that you felt like the young clumsy padawan youd once been. That all familiar teasing your master was known for. You knew from old times he wasnt asking because he didnt know the answer, he knew alright. He was testing you, waiting to see if you would lie to him or be honest.

Unlike others in the order you never lied to your master. You had to trust him, and he you. The more you revealed to him for safe keeping the more he had let you in. Even going as far to bring you home to his wife letting you join them for family meals and stay over in the spare bedroom. Yes youd gotten far with anakin by telling him the truth willingly, and youd not stop that now.

"He lied to me. They all did, they said you were dead but i... felt you. And then it raised other questions about the order, i didnt understand why they were so eager to get rid of me. I couldnt stay anymore when they were so brazen about it" you explained clearly, trying not to babble away and trail off into your confused nonsense.

"Then you are lucky little one, to have seen the truth before it was too late. But then again you were always one for difficult questions. Your veiws on the dark side and the light always troubled the council." He chuckled to himself shaking his head recalling all the times your bombarded him with the why's and how's like a curious youngling thirsty for knowledge. At the time he'd explained everything in line with the jedi code as best as he could. But found himself having to shush you often as you continued to question the code and morals behinde it. He was somewhat proud of you for it, you refused to follow blindly, much like him. You didnt see life as cut and dry as others raised in the temple, in a way anakin was lucky.

"What? They knew?" You anounced curseing yourself at the fear that washed over you. Anakin drew a deep breath, his jaw locking as he felt the fear in you, the sickening twisting in your gut at the thought of those jedi ever scaring you. He opened the bond you both shared smothering you with soft reassurance. Calming you with a blanket of his own force coiling around you just as he had when you would panic alone in your bunk at night. He dreads to think how many times he'd stayed up at night soothing you waiting for you to drift off to sleep before resting himself.

He smirked, despite your initial shock and gasp at his gentle reassurance your own life force welcomed him like an old freind. His smug grin softened when you relaxed into his invisible embrace choosing to ignore all the current circumstances and just accept some comfort, for comforts sake.

"They would call me and obi wan in to discuss it. Your beliefs over useing the dark side for the greater good troubled them a great deal. They even suggested takeing you from me. Wanting to place you with a stricter master." He explained gently, savouring the momentary peace you were allowing him. He didnt want to be at logger heads with you, or for you to fear him. You werent his enemy, and never will be. He loved you, he wanted you to know that.

"It created a great deal of tension between obi wan, the council and myself. I wouldnt let them have you. Your mine and mine alone and i fought to keep you that way. I think deep down they knew i wanted to keep you no matter my path" he soothed you, he needed you to know he had defended you. Fought for you, he had your back no matter what the council said, no matter what his own former master said. He shifted in his set uncomfortably before grunting and rose to his feet.

"So them anouncing my death before they'd even faced me is just another manipulation. They chased you out of the order not to protect you but out of fear. You frightened them little one, your a free thinker they believed once they chased you off and killed me it would protect their precious order." He sneered slowly decending the stairs as he spoke. None of them could see how special you were in the order. They were ignorant.

"Wont you come closer? Id like to see how youxve grown" he spoke after a moment of silence, beckoning you forward to him. He was eager to reunite with you properly.

You steeled yourself and approched him slowly trying to figure out just how much danger you were in. Or if any? It was disconcerting, to look at him he was the same master you knew and loved, the same man youd run to with all your problems and questions. The same person you trusted with your life, the one whod slapped you upside the head when you were getting ahead of yourself.

Yet he was completely different?

He nolonger masked his presence, he felt dangerous and slick. Like oil ready to ignite. He stood tall with no shame or hesitation. There was nothing about him that let you think he wasnt in total control. His eyes though. You couldnt stop glancing at them, they were haunting.

"Not by much i see, still a pipsqueek. Oh Come now, move closer im not going to harm you" he teased your small stature, as he often did. And then sighed beckoning you again whilst stepping towards you himself giving little room for argument. Finally he stood before you and smiled scoffing to himself befor reaching out to you, brushing his hands across your shoulders and straightening your clothing that was still skewed from your rough handling by the troopers.

"Your filthy. But then again why wouldnt you be all those years in the mines" he mused shaking his head at you. You nodded still trying to figure him out. He wasnt shoutingnor attacking you, he seemed well normal? Like nothing had happened and you hadnt been hiding from him and his empire for the past five years of so.

"I should have known, you always were drawn to shiny gems. A collection of crystals hidden under your bed." His face lit up playfully as yours paled again, the panic of being caught settling over you, and slight disappointment.

"You knew?" Your tiny question tore a laugh from him and he patted your shoulders squeezing lightly. It was just like his mischievous padawan to belive she could hide things from him. Not to say it was easy for him to uncover your little collection. He'd found it by mistake after having to carry you to your own bed after a taxing mission left you sleeping like the dead on the flight home. He'd accidentally kicked a small box under your bed and investigated the rattle.

"Of course i did. I knew everything about you my little padawan. I even added to your collection once or twice" he admitted with a smirk watching as your eyes widened in realisation.

"That was you?" Your eyes followed him as he rounded you stopping beside you and slung his arm around your shoulders tucking you against his side. You melted into him, your force coiling around him, tugging at his. It was like youd gone soo long since having this type of comfort you needed to make up for lost time.

He reciprocated taking every opportunity he could to reconnect with you. He wanted to prove so much in such a small amount of time. He wanted you to realise he was free to dote on you, neither of you had to hold back you were allowed to feel now. The simple fact you were already seeking him out soke volumes about how much your abrupt separation had affected you.

"Indeed, i see nothing wrong with treating you to a few gifts for a job well done. As much as the jedi claimed to abide by the code they all had there own forbidden possessions." He quickly moved on, wanting you to know youd ultimatly made the right decision. No one in the order followed all of the rules, they were all hypocrites to some extent. It had always been do as i say not as i do, he wished he'd noticed sooner. The pain and fear he and padme had lived in all those years was unnecessary, everyone head their own exceptions.

"Windu had a small collection of books, obi wan found his own work around; food. Treating himself and others to delicious meals. You had your shiny jewels and i" he stopped himself for a moment giving you a moment to process the betrayals of your ex-superiors. But also pondering if this was the right time to plant a seed in your mind. He had plans. Big plans, plans that would change both of your futures.

You looked at him expectantly, your brow furrowing as you took him in, waiting for him to finish. It was nerve-wracking he'd always been unpredictable. And for him to hesitate over his next words was unsettling.

"I had you and padme. We were tiny but fullfilling family nonetheless" you blinked up at him. What? His smiled grew and he squeezed you to him once more before dropping his head a d pressing a chaste kiss on your hair line. You frowned confused by his claim.

Did he? Did he really feel that you and padme were his exception? That you both belonged to him? In sime fucked up way you did, well you had done. You were his pupil, he could train and punish you as he saw fit, take you to the front lines or confine you to the temple. But as much as you loved him as a brother youd never ever dreamt he felt the same, even though he clearly loved padme and obi wan. You just hadnt thought you were another of his loved ones.

"Were not family" the muttered words were out before you could even think on the consequences. Images of him suddenly crushing you with the force, choking or punishing you for disagreeing with him flooded you. You winced, jerking away expecting him to react violently just like the rumours said. But he didnt instead he, tipped his head down to you, looking at you curiously from the top of his eyes and rose a brow.

"No? Are you sure about that little one?" He cooed down at you teasingingly.

"Well i mean... i err Y-yes; technically we arnet? Well... not now?" You fumbled, mixing your words whilst loo,ing away, your gaze dropping to the floor uncomfortably. It was hard holding his gaze, it was different. The harsh reality of him being a sith was daunting. Seeing really was believing, but he was still your old master. In a way it was frightening to think of how close he was to the darkside when he was training you, when you trusted him; loved him even!

"Then we should do something bout that shouldnt we?" He uttered smoothing your hair from your face tucking it behinde your ear. He froze for a second and then frowned.

"You? Whats this? Your braid is gone" his fingers dived further in to your hair feeling around for the braid he had gifted you alongside his tutelage all those years ago. Once realising it was no longer there he scowled at you, amber eyes searing into your own demanding an explanation.

"i had to get rid of it, people knew what it meant. It was dangerous to keep" you shrugged whislt crossing your fingers holing that he didnt get offended and start lecturing you about it. I mean what did he expect? It was open season on jedi, of course youd got rid of the braid. Thats not to say it was an easy thing to do, to your shame youd cried as you unwove it. Youd watched in the mirror as fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and a bottle of strong spirit standing by to pick up the pieces.

Despite the way everything had happened and his quick descent into the dark side you couldnt help mourn the loss of your braid, it symbolised your entire, lifes work, sacrifice. Youd endured the temple and its teachings. Earned your braid and became a padawan to an amazing powerful man and was well on your way to becoming a knight. And just like that it had to go, everything youd worked for was pulled out from under you.

Your feelings must has crept through your bond, bitter sadness and loathing, regret and guilt entwined int one hard cold mass in your chest. Life was much cruler then you cpuld have imagined. Anakin took a moment to watch you, his force carefully peaking into you coaxing you to share more of your inner conscious with him. It saddened him to see just how much youd lost in the turning of the tides. Youd both lost what you held dear, and although he couldnt regain everything that had been ripped from him, he was adamant that hexd restore as much as he could to his beloved pupil.

"Turn around" he ordered before curling his fingers around your arms and spun you around faceing away from him.

"What? Ah!? Master! Wait no!" You bit your lip cutting off the rest of your complaint. Your face flushed as you called him by his old title. He wasnt your master, not anymore. Not since the rise of the empire! How could you slip up like that. Hes the karking emperor now!

If he noticed tour little blunder he chose not to tease you for it, instead he battled your flaying arms and squirmong with swift swats you your head grunting, huffing down at you as you struggled against him.

"For kriff sake! Will you hold still pipsqueek!?" He cursed out loud before striking the back of your head harder then before, letting you feel his growing frustration. You yipped at the slap and tensed for a moment.

"No- let go, hey? What are you doing?" You cried out after a few seconds trying to tug away from him, spining to face him only to yelp again as this time i stead of a palm to the side of your head there was a harsh tug on your hair from behind your right ear.

"Hold still otherwise i will end up ripping a chunk of hair from your scalp. Then youll have a bald spot" He chided giving another harder pull jerking your head to face forward again. You whined moving your hands to pull at his wrists feeling him fiddling with a length of hair. But your hands were stopped at the last moment. Anakins force looped around your wrists and snapped them back down to your sides squeezing in reprimand before releasing them.

"You were never this fussy before" he muttered to himself as he continued to concentrate of the small patch of hair, expertly twisting it neatly, just like the first time.

"What are you doing?"

"Replacing your braid padawan. I do not like seeing you without it" he huffed quickly, makeing sure to be carefull with his words. He knew yoh well enough, youd never admit to missing the single braid. So he would take the metaphorical fall for it. If he said it was for his sake then your more likely to accept it. Contrary to what you belived in this moment he knew youd do anything for him still. The warmth in your force and calm neediness was enough for him to know you still cared for him, just as he did you.

"But im; thats a jedi thing! We're not jedi! Your not my master, your sith!"you grunted waving your arms around once more only to hiss as the hit and invisible wall that stopped you from reaching back to your hair. You pouted shaking out your fingers, rubbing your now tender knuckles.

"Says the girl who just called me her master? Will you hold still?Honestly where has my good girl gone?" He asked pointedly, sending you a small whisper of amusement through the force as to not frighten you into thinking he was displeased. He had to tread carefully, you were still wary of him. If he had any hope or rekindling this relationship and possibly seeking more then kinship he had to be perceptive to your own mood.

"Probably in the mines pocketing the clear points" you huffed under your breath, still sulking. Anakin bellowed a laugh at that. It really was like old times. Just like he hoped for, not that he wanted togoback to. How things were before, but he had missed being treated like a person rather then an authoritarian entity. But his humanity was only for the likes of you to experience. Everyone else could get karked.

"The jedi may be dead, but that doesnt mean i cant borrow some of their ideas. The padawan braid has always been a symbol of domination, hierarchy. Protection." You gave a small hum in agreement, nodding gently before remebering he was braiding your hair.

"I thought you hated it though? The rules and symbolism stuff?" You pondered out loud trying to make sense of the man. He hated the structure and classes. Everyone in their own box unable to argue of explore anything outside of their designated fields.

"It has taken a while but even i can appreciate the notion of protecting something" you nodded along with him, unsure if it was because you agreed with him or if you just wanted to hurry up and get all this weirdness over with.

"There we go, all mine again padawan. Its much better now dont your think?" His hand glided over the much longer braid, admiring the simplicity of it, honestly seeing you wear the thin braid made his heart swell with a possessive pride. Eventually he tore his eyes away from the symbolic strands,stepping around you dragging the braid forward for you to see before letting it drop to your chest.

"Im not a padawan anymore" your eyes locked onto the braid for a second, lighting up in excitement despite your mild complaint. He coukd feel the instant attachment from you, and mild distaste. It would seem you were uneasy about having such reactions to somthing that had been so sentimental in the past.

Anakin eyed you for a moment and then reached out tucking the braid behinde your shoulder again. It would take some time for things to go back to the way they were, he wouldnt let you dwell on it. You needed to move on with him, join him in his freedom. He didnt move away from you. Instead he cupped your cheek softly, coaxing you to look him in the eye, and began to speak sincerly.

"Perhaps not in the way you used to be. But you are still mine, you always have been. Our connection is absolute with or without you braid. Ah! No, dont you dare. Thats not an invitation to remove it. I will singe it at the root with my saber if you try to remove it a second time" he scolded quickly slapping at your hands at the rose to your hair trying to find the braid he'd just weaved. You whined dropping your hands to your sides as they smarted from the swift stinging rebuke.

"Now i think its about time you got cleaned up and some actual rest. Your dark circles are ridiculous" he instructed crowding you again turning with you and began directing you to an arch set back slightly hidden from veiw by thick a pillar. A passage way to the right of the dias and throne.

"Wha; bathed and bed? I dont... i dont understand arent you just going to kill me? Or or arrest me or somthing?!" You jerked away hastily, almost stumbbling over as you spun around dramatically. Even after the strange calm happiness youd seemed to give one another you were technically on opposite sides of the force. You were unable to truly belive he only had the best intentionsfor you.

"Absolutely not, why would i do that?" Indignat fury washed over his face, setting it into a scowl. His arms crossed over his chest, hands tucking themselves into the crook of his arms as if staving off reaching for you once more.

"Isn't that what youve done to everyone else who escaped the temple, erradicate or interrogate them" your voice carried an urgency. Frightfull and desperate. Your fear of being interrogated and killed spewing like venom on your tongue. He rolled his eyes shifting on his feet before a sardonic smile crossed his features.

"You are different, dont ever put yourself into the same pathetic status as them. And i know you know nothing bout the others stragglers, you think ive not been rooting around that headmof yours?" His announcement irked you somewhat. Sure it was a possibility but for him to out right say he'd been helping himself to your inner thoughts was a whole other dilemma. For two reasons mainly, one did you actually trust him when he admits to such invasions of privacy and two how in the hell did you not notice? Where you really that rusty? Or was this a sith only trick the amber eyes granted you?

"You... you what?" Anakin drew a deep sigh, as much as he wanted to be irritated by your outburst. Your squeeked words disarmed him. He forgot how adorable you could be when the wind was taken from your sails. You shrunk into this sweet vulnerable little thing.

"Sweet girl of course i've been flicking through your head to find information. You think our connection weakened because of our distance?" You squinted at him a sure sign of you thinking too hard, searching for a hidden riddle in his admission.

"Not at all, i always knew where you were. I simply let you enjoy your own life for a few years. But now i want you home again, i do not trust all of my inquisitors. And that silly little planet is one of the next ones to be.. investigated." He waved a hand through to air brushing off the notion of you becoming another victim of his empire. It was preposterous, he wouldnt even entertain your silly thoughts of being executed by reassuring you. Surely you knew he'd gaurd you with his life?

"So you... sent them to get me?" You uttered the question was more of an acusation rather than an actual question. You were just trying to be polite about it. And hold back the nausea and panic brewing within you.

"Yes, why wouldnt i? Your mine. We're family, we are all each other has left in the galaxy." His face softened he finally gave in reaching for you tugging you closer and resting his head against yours for a moment. It was too much for him to resist, yes hexd let you have a few years of freedom but he had missed you. You were the last person he truly cared about, the final piece to his empire. The only living soul he would have along side him. It would take time but soon youd grow to love him more then you once did.

"But they?" You huffed, voice trembling tears threatening to stain your face. You burrowed into him, breathing him in. Letting him nuzzle you sweetly. Youd never been this close to him, sure he yanked you out of the way of the odd laser or two and pinned you during sparring matches and training. But this was more intimate, this was actual affection. Anakin was holding you, hugging you letting you feel how much he cared. It was amazing to finally have something youd craved for so long. This was always forbidden, at the tempke you received the odd hug as a youngling but not very often, affection was taboo.

But even the affection didnt manage to chase away the overwhelming relief and fury swirling inside of you. Releived to find you wont be dieing anytime soon, but fury over the fear and anxiety youd had to go through to get here! It wasnt fair, youd truley belived you were going to be on the recieving end of a lightsaber, or shoved face first into a plasma turbine and have a painfull death consisting of dismemberment. Thats what the inquisitors and troopers had gossiped. Hushed whispers of being tortured and slaughtered. And youd belived them!

"They what?" The air grew cold around you both he leant back, his eyes glowing ominously. You could literally feel the wrath in him. The promise of vengeance and revenge should anything untoward had happened. But whether it was madness or spite you still answered his tumultuous question.

"They locked me up! In a freezing cell and? They made me think i was going to; that someone would torture me! Kill me! And they stole my saber!" You covered your mouth gasping, flushing when you realised you'd just tattled on them like a child. Anakin didnt even blink at the way youd quickly told on the asshats that had captured, imprisoned and scared the crap out of you.

"Then you will be happy to know those that were sent to return you to me are already dead. I wont have gossip about you in my forces. And your saber is perfectly safe, its being taken to my room as we speak. I didnt trust you not to cleave off some limbs before i got you home" his reply startled you. He'd what? He had killed for you? To keep you secret... you frowned as much as it should bother you it didnt. Well not much, your first thpught was 'no! why did he do that for you?' The second louder thought that crossed your mind was 'well good, they were assholes'. It struck you to the core, you should be scared, be horrified that your master hd done such a thing but no. You just felt confusion. It didnt make sense to you so much you couldnt help but ask him, you wanted to understand.

You also wanted to understand your relief when hed anou ced he had your lightsaber. Because honestly? You lightsaber in the hands of a sith isnt normally something that'd calm you. It was a troubling realisation. Despite everythingnyou still held Anakin in high regard.

"Home? This isnt; I dont... i dont understand" you frowned up at him, your voice growing small and unsure. You grew more confused with each statment he made. Was he keeping you here? Did he expect something from you? Was he going to recruit you, give you responsibilities?

"Everything will be fine. Soon youll understand, i have high hopes for us. Our future has never been brighter little one. You'll see soon enough. But for now we will take our time, reacquaint ourselves" he uttered cryptically stepping back from you smoothing his hands over your shoulders. As excited as he was, now was not the time to overwhelm you. He was patient, he will slowly ease you into your new role. Draw you closer and closer, higher and higher untill you took your place beside him. Youd be his empress in no time. He was sure of it. But first he had to rekindle your trust, then he could seduce you.

"Future? What are you going to start training me again? Do you need an apprentice or something?" You pondered wareily, you knew tht sith training was different from jedi, you werent necessarily trained. The master would just anwser your questions, when you asked the right ones that is. But in all honestly you didnt want ny training , or fighting. You simply wanted to live your life, preferably without fear or condemnation.

Anakin shook his head and slipped along side you, capturing your hand before placing it in the crook of his arm before setting off once more. Heading you towards the side exit again.

"Hush.Once you trust me again we can revisit the topic of our new path. For now relax, enjoy your freedom about the palace. You can do as you please inside these walls, have all the pretty gems and polished stones your heart desires." The final teasing words felt odd, he wasnt baiting you but there was a sincerity there. Youd never notice it was infact a subtle manipulation. A well placed temptation solely there to lure you out of your old padwan mentally. He didnt want you to see him as your master, nor did he want you to revert to your old ways and place such limits on yourself again. He wanted you to grow attched to him, to rely on him, to seek him out and enjoy the freedom he'd granted you. but above all he wanted you to fall for him. And it would be hard not to if he gave you everything youd ever wished for.

"Be a good girl for me? Go get cleaned up and straight to bed i will see you in the morning. And remember leave that braid alone, id hate to have to reprimand you so early on" it took a little more then two minutes to exit the throne room. There was a droid waiting by the door expectantly.

"Escort her to the chambers i prepared in my private wing. Shes to bathe, eat and get some sleep. No one is to disturb her" Anakin eased your hand from his arm whislt delivering orders to the droid. You made to argue, still determined to have some answers, preferably less vague. But he hushed you with a motion of his hand and then leant forward tugging you in for another tight hug, squeezing you to hos chest unable to deny his impulses.

"Do as ive asked, rest. I shall see you in the morning for breakfast. Untill then pipsqueek" his whispered low, his breath tickeling the sensitive shell of your ear drawing an involuntary shudder from you. And then he parted from you. Leaving you with a sweet kiss on your cheek before turning on his heel and making his way back towards the throne.

You stood frozen, rooted to the spot lifting a hand to your cheek grazing the spot he'd kissed. Your heart fluttering in your chest and cheeks red. That was new. Suddenly your veiw of your master was interrupted by the service droid instrucing you to follow them deeper into the palace. You nodded stiffly your feet keeping pace with the droid. But did chance a final glance to the emperor as he took his place on the huge throne. Sparing you a single smoldering look as your turned a corner out of sight.

He definitely had a plan, yet you wasnt sure if you feared it. Infact your all to happy to remain here quietly if it meant youd be safe, sheltered and fed well. Despite all of the tragidies within the empire and the heavy handed rule of Anakin your only personal concern was that youd be hunted and killed. It was clear that was no longer the case. It seemed selfish and you did feel somewhat guilty but maybe you could just relax for a while? Enjoy some security and good food and comfy beds. You can overthink and agonise over your moral compass later, when your not filthy, tired and hungry.

#oh for fic sake fics #anakin x fem reader #anakin x reader #emperor!Anakin #suitless vader #darth vader x reader

[radiosummons]

Do you guys ever wonder if Obi-Wan had a moment where he just, I don't know, sat down and thought about the sheer number of Sith coming after him and only him specifically?

I know it's pretty much just a meme at this point in the SW fandom that Obi-Wan has something like a sixth sense or something for attracting literally almost every Dark Side user in the nearest vicinity.

But, like ... if you remember how Obi-Wan is potrayed as a Jedi Initiate and later on as a Padawan, it's kinda crazy/hilarious to think about how this super anxious and emotional kid, who constantly questioned whether he would ever measure up to the expectations placed on him (by himself and others), went on to not only become one of the most famous Jedi in the galaxy but also a sort of legend in his own right. And then straight up became so popular that even the Sith couldn't ignore him.

And this arguably all sort of started after he defeated Maul (for the first time), who was believed at the time to be the first Sith/Sith Lord to appear in over a millenium. And not only did he gain the title of Sith Killer, but he later joined the Jedi Council as one of their youngest members and then went on to play a pivotal role in the Clone Wars as High General.

Like ... he was already a pretty big deal in his own right before the Clone Wars even began. But once the war was in full swing, the man never fucking stopped.

Besides obvious plot and writing reasons, it does sort of make sense then for all these Sith and Dark Side users to constantly target Obi-Wan. I mean, what Sith wouldn't wanna have at least one go at the legendary "Sith Killer?" Why wouldn't they want to test their abilities against a famous Jedi, especially when their head honcho Sith Lord is all but begging them to do everything they can to just fucking end him?

But then, of course, because Obi-Wan is Obi-Wan and he's never one to back down from a challenge, I do find it very compelling and hilarious that his go to reaction when faced with a Sith/Dark Sider is to just taunt and drag them for filth. It's almost like he can't help himself. He's just so clearly unimpressed with them and it's really funny to see the Sith/Dark Sider he's facing get riled up over that. They take is so fucking personally. Every. Single. Time.

Like: "How fucking dare he not take me seriously! How dare he imply that I'm not his equal! How dare he criticize my fashion sense and my abilities in the force! How dare he try to lecture me on the better way to execute my attacks (even if that was actually sort of helpful advice, but I will die before I ever admit that)!"

The fucking gall of this guy, amiright fellas?

So to get back to my original point: Do you guys think Obi-Wan ever regretted his flirting/taunting tactics? Because clearly all those ever did was sort of encourage the Sith/Dark Siders he faced to become a little bit more obsessed with him. Maybe even a little enamored (not in a romantic sense, but no shame to those who like this interpretation). It's weird 'cause aside from Darth Sidious, most of the Sith Obi-Wan encounters seem to sort of respect him? If not on an individual level, at they very least they respect him as a worthy opponent and fighter.

(Small aside: I don't know if I'd go so far as to say Maul ever truly respected Obi-Wan. I'm sure on some level he must have because he literally made obsessing over Obi-Wan his entire personality. But I'd concede that maybe somewhere, deep deep DEEP down in his tiny little cockroach of a heart, Maul respected Obi-Wan enough to at least hate him to the point that even death could not stop him from continuing to wreak havoc on his life.)

And while, yes, this tactic is very amusing to watch and clearly a quite successful one ... I can't help but wonder if maybe it works a little too well. Lord knows Anakin/Darth Vader and Maul never got over Obi-Wan's little taunts. And Asajj seemed to all but look forward to trading witty remarks with him at every given opportunity, even when they were temporary allies. Dooku, of course, basically went full grandpa mode trying to reconnect with his grandson and then took full offense to said grandson not buying into his Sithy bullshit. Obi-Wan didn't even give Dooku a chance to finish submitting his request for adoption/Force custody before dragging his ass for failing Qui-Gon.

I'm almost willing to bet that if Obi-Wan had been alone in a room with Darth Sidious (master plan and true identity fully revealed), Sheev would just withered to an even wrinklier raisin after the absolute READ Obi-Wan would have given him.

Tldr: I just think the idea of a worn out Obi-Wan lying face down on the floor while regretting all his life choices--mainly the whole "I must throw my opponents off by flirting as much as possible. Yes, this is an actual tactic and not am excusable way I can be petty while not violating the Jedi Code"--is a fucking hilarious mental image.

#obi wan kenobi #star wars meta #star wars shitpost #i think this could count as as shitpost #maybe #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #asajj ventress #darth maul #obi wan is petty #but like #sneaky about it #let obi wan flirt with his opponents #as a treat #idk man he's such a mess #and boy do i love my men messy #count dooku #darth tyrannus

[jondoe297]

went thriftin again like before yesterday. sometimes when i feel really crummy i just go thrifting. an lately i feel reaaally really really crummy. anyway here's what i got.

Funko Mystery Minis Sheldon with a Superman shirt. yeah.

ID/image description: photo of a cartoony/stylized figurine of Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang theory wearing a blue t-shirt with Superman's symbol on it on top of a light gray-ish long sleeve shirt with brown pants,and holding his 'Roommate Agreement'. he is placed on a bookshelf with books and comics visible behind him. end description.

now this is where the fun begins! in the treasure trove that is the mini figure bin i found:

a buncha Star Wars Micro Machines! all modern not vintage but still a jackpot! other than Finn an the Snowtrooper in their Speeder which are obviously from The Force Awakens,Obi-Wan an the rest of the ships are all from a Revenge Of The Sith themed set an it's almost the complete set save for a Grievous figure an Obi-Wan's Jedi Interceptor. pretty sweet even though it's a bummer that it's not the whole set!

ID/image description: photo of some Star Wars Micro Machines,tiny figures and vehichles from Star Wars,layed out on a wooden surface including micro figures of Finn and Obi-Wan,Grievous' Invisible Hand,a V-Wing,an ARC-170,a Vulture Droid and a Snowspeeder with two First Order Snowtroopers seated in it. end description.

and a whole bunch of 'Star Wars Command' figures an vehichles! Star Wars + army men is right up my alley an it's always a treat to find some of these. i've also been lookin for that Vader for so long!

ID/image description: photo of a bunch of classic army men style figures and vehichles from Star Wars layed out on a wooden surface. including Darth Vader,4 Rebel Snowtrooper pilots,3 Hoth Rebel soldiers,a Snowspeeder,2 AT-AT Drivers,4 Snowtroopers and 2 AT-ATs. end description.

#sheldon cooper #the big bang theory #finn #obi-wan kenobi #darth vader #revenge of the sith #the force awakens #sci-fi #funko #hasbro #micro machines #toys #toy collecting #toy collector #toy community #toyblr #thrifting

[battlekilt]

How to lose your beastly murder cyborg

Covid sucks. My symptoms are mild, a testament that my heart condition is currently in remission—it is psychosomatic, though no less potentially deadly. ANYWAY

My biggest comfort has been an AU with @spacingstars and @ninjigma were Vader crawled out of his eggie one day and found a tiny little blonde bebe on his floor. Took a moment, Sith-juice fried his brain, but he eventually recognized it as a Clone!

Anyway, because though we can think of a more serious plot and context for all this, the comfort stuff is totally crackish. It is Vader losing what's left of his damn marbles because...

Baby.

Tiny. Baby. Bouncing. Blonde. Ickle. Clone. Who looked UP at him, grinned a toothless smile, papped his oversized boots, and... giggled.

Vader was done. He is over. Sanity, all of it questionable and tainted, has completely flipped. It reset something in him, like it was hands that found his hidden reset button in his back. Might have been his mother's ghostly touch or Padme's. Eithe rway. DONE.

Our little comfort scenarios skip to Vader eventually realizing bebe was in danger, and hightailed out of there. How did he find Obi-Wan? Who knows. But, he did. Pretty much knocked in the door to his old master's sad-man cave.

Where can he put the crib?

Stop gawking at him! He needs a charging station for the Nanny Droid! Here, hold baby.

Little Rex (because, of course it is) just stared at Obi-Wan. He honestly hadn't seen a lot of PEOPLE with faces. He saw Vader with and without his helmet. He'd seen plenty of droids. He'd seen Kaminoan. But...

Little fingers reached up, gently edged the old man's—Obi-Wan's eyes are already wet—beard, curled his fingers deep into that greying tuft of thick fuzz, then...

YANKED real good!

"Ow!" Infant death grip made all efforts to extracat little fingers almost a lost cause.

The crackle of static heard out of Vader was laughter. Obi-Wan didn't recognize it, but bebe does—Rex just giggled more.

#au: buir vader #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #clone king #jedi: skywalker #sith: vader #jedi: kenobi #kilt's snippets #kilt's writing

[thistechnologicalterror]

ON SITH TITLES

THERE ARE MANY A NAMING SYSTEM WHEN IT COMES TO SITH LORDS, I CANNOT SAY I CAN USE IT WITH SURE ACCURACY, BUT I WAS A SITH LORD FOR NEARLY TWO DECADES AND I HAVE AN IDEA ON HOW IT WOULD WORK.

AND FOR THOSE WHO SAY “LORD VADER, YOU CANNOT JUST TWIST THE SITH BELIEF TRADITION LIKE THAT AS IF IT WAS A PLAYTHING, IT IS DISRESPECTFUL”

I SAY ON TO YOU “... YOU RESPECT SITH? WHY?”

BETTER TO MAKE IT A GAME, I SAY. IT GIVES THOSE WORSHIPERS OF MURDER AND DOMINATION LESS POWER. IF ALL HAVE SITH TITLES, NO ONE DOES. IT IS VERY SIMPLE.

SHALL WE BEGIN.

FOR OBI-WAN KENOBI, I WOULD NAME HIM DARTH SAKEN, LORD OF DESPAIR. HIS NEW NAME DERIVES FROM THE WORD “FORSAKEN”, FOR IF KENOBI BRINGS HOPE, THEN HIS DARTH SIDE WOULD BING HOPELESSNESS, IT WOULD MAKE OF THEE FORSAKEN.

FOR AHSOKA TANO, I WOULD HAVE REVIVED AN OLD TITLE. DARTH TRAYA, LORD OF BETRAYAL. I AM CERTAIN THAT THE ORIGINAL DARTH LORD OF THAT TITLE WOULD FIND IT AMUSING, OR AT THE VERY LEAST, WOULD FIND IT MOVING ENOUGH TO COMPLAIN ABOUT.

FOR REVA SEVANDER, MAY YOU IN SOME TIMELINE SOMEWHERE SUCCEED IN YOUR EFFORTS BELOVED YOUNGLING, I WOULD HAVE NAMED YOU DARTH SEVERANCE, LORD OF REVENGEANCE. MAY THE FORCE BRING YOU PEACE... (AND MAY YOU APPRECIATE THE WORDPLAY).

YOUNG EZRA BRIDGER. WE HAVE HAD CLOSE ENCOUNTERS, HE, HIS MASTER AND HIS CREW WERE QUITE ANNOYING. I LOOK BACK ON IT WITH AMUSEMENT NOW. I WOULD HAVE NAMED YOU DARTH THROE, LORD OF THE TWISTING. YES, QUITE INSPIRED AFTER ADMIRAL THRAWN. SIMPLY BECAUSE WHILE I FIND THAT SPIRITED YOUTH AMUSING, I AM STILL SPITEFUL.

YOUNG CALEB DUME. YOU TAUGHT YOUR APPRENTICE WELL. DARTH REAVER, LORD OF THE SUFFERED MOURNING.

... DO I HAVE TO NAME THE TINY GREEN TROLL BABE? FINE.

DARTH CROAKER, LORD OF THE SCREAMS. MAY ALL THOSE FROGS FEEL DESPAIR AT YOUR WAKING, SMALL CHILD.

FOR... HM.

[ mecahnical deep breath ]

FOR LUKE SKYWALKER, MY SON, DARTH ECLYPSIS, LORD OF REVOLUTION, AND HERALD OF APOCALYPSE. FOR IF HE IS LOST, ALL WOULD BE LOST.

... APOLOGIZES, THIS IS... NOT A THOUGHT I CARE TO THINK OF FOR LONG. I SHALL.. RETURN TO THIS AT A LATER TIME.

[kcrabb88]

Fic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by the lovely @foreverchangingfandomsao3!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

107

2.) What's your ao3 word count? 

1,383,112

3.) What fandoms do you write for? 

I've written for Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, Black Sails, Captain America, Hadestown, and Star Wars.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Shoulder the Sky: My RoTS fix-it AU and the first installment in the series of the same name! Obi-Wan figures Palpatine out and gets stabbed and put on trial for his trouble. Anakin has to sort his way out of Palpatine's manipulations.

Les Hommes de la Misericorde: My first long fic in the Les Mis fandom, which is very dear to my heart! It established many long lasting friendships as well as my brand of "Valjean saves some or all of the Amis after the barricade"

Whispers From the Dead: The sequel to Shoulder the Sky, featuring undead Sith, lots of QuinObi, Obi-Wan whump, Anakin being the Jedi master he always could have been, really cute Skywalker twins, and Padme finally getting to be chancellor.

Conjuring Miracles: My OWK what-if, where Vader gets his hands on Obi-Wan at the end of episode 3.

Between the Soul and the Star: My Les Mis fic where I attempt to save ALL the Amis and put Javert through his paces :D

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I like to! I don't always get to every one, but I do try and answer as often as I can, especially long comments--I like to thank people for that effort! Plus, I've made friends by talking in comments!

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think that one goes to By Force of Friendship, my Les Mis Barricade Day fic where Enjolras watches each of his friends die one by one, until he reaches his end. I mean, blame canon for that! But still, it hurt.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I dunno if I can pick one? I've written a lot of fix-it fics for various fandoms, although my Hadestown fix-it, As If it Might Turn Out This Time, might be the winner .

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Hmm I got flames like everyone else back in the 'ole ff.net days, but the only hate I ever got was on my Les Mis pirate AU (long taken down and turned into my series of novels) and I wouldn't even call it hate so much as weird and aggressive.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do! I used to do almost entirely closed door/implied smut, but over the last few years, between my girl Raoul Phantom of the Opera AU and QuinObi fic for Star Wars, I write it a lot more! And I've really enjoyed writing it, too. Lot of character work that can happen!

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I wrote a Criminal Minds/House MD cross years and years ago, pre-Ao3!

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

A couple of Les Mis ones, yes! Into Chinese.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Wayyyyy back in the day, pre-Ao3, but not since then.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

I write a lot of gen fic, but as far as romantic ships go, it's a tie between QuinObi and Raoul/Christine, both of which I'm feral over and have written the most shippy content for.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Don't currently have any unfinished ones! Well, WFTD, but it's almost done and will definitely be finished.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I think character-depth and character arcs are probably my biggest strength? It's what's most important to me as a reader, so that's where I tend to focus the most.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

God, blocking!!! Not even in action scenes, that I can do, but when people are just sitting in a room! Constantly have problems with that.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sometimes I do! I've used French in Les Mis here and there.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Rurouni Kenshin, back when I was a tiny baby on Media Miner.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

This is like picking a favorite child??? I can't pick, but I will say that I'm proud of how I've expanded my horizons and written new things in Whispers From the Dead!

#Thank you for the tag friendo!!!! #Normally I would also tag but am sleepy so feel free to do this is you like and say I tagged you! #Fic things

[obikinfest]

Here are the fics and art from Day 1 of Obikinfest!

💫 ‘Alone With You’ by Anonymous, 3k, Explicit

Padawans Anakin and Obi-Wan watch some porn together.

Tags: Anakin is a bad influence, Porn Watching, Mutual Masturbation, No Underage Sex, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Kissing, Padawan AU, First Kiss, POV Third Person, PWP, obikin fest season 1, Prompt Fill

    💫 ‘How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying’ by Anonymous, 24k, Mature

After defeating Vader on a barren, nameless moon, Obi-Wan had let go of the past. But the past hadn’t let go of him.

Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Humor, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Post-Episode: s01e06 Part VI (Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi TV), Post-Star Wars: The Phantom Menace, Canon-Typical Violence

    💫 ‘Darkness at the heart of your love’ by Anonymous, 23k, Mature

Obi-Wan starts to hide his braid in the tenth month since the birth of the Empire. He pins it behind the ear every morning, because he can't stand the pitiful looks the newcomers throw his way. It's understandable. They think his Master is dead. They think he mourns, clings to a promise that would never be fulfilled. They think he is just one of the many padawans, orphaned in this devastating massacre. He sometimes wishes it was the truth.

His Master, however, is not dead. His Master is alive and he is the Sith that started it all. But Obi-Wan can't bring himself to denounce him even after holding the cold corpses of his younger brothers and sisters. Anakin Skywalker was once everything to him. And Obi-Wan is ashamed to admit that he still is.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker, Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi, Reverse Master Padawan AU, Order 66 (Star Wars), Hurt Obi-Wan Kenobi, Possessive Anakin Skywalker, Canon-Typical Violence, Age Difference, Obi-Wan Kenobi Needs a Hug, Obi-Wan gets more than a hug, Explicit Sexual Content, Suitless Darth Vader, Possessive Darth Vader

    💫 ‘I Was Born To Love You’ by Anonymous, 2k, Teen and Up Audiences

“You could come, if you wanted to,” Anakin said, looking away from the brightness of his angel. “I don’t think my mom would mind if you tagged along.”

“I’d like that very much, but I’m afraid it won’t be possible, Anakin, ” Obi-Wan explained, his smile now wistful.

“It will, because I’m gonna marry you someday,” he stated, tilting his head to the side. He knew he would, just like he knew that when the Twins set the moons rose, and when somebody spilled water on the sand, the next day a tiny cactus would bloom.

5 times Anakin said (or joked) that he'd marry Obi-Wan + the 1 time he actually does

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nothing happens until Anakin is of age, Pining, which then becomes mutual pining, Soulmates, The Force Ships It (Star Wars), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Beta In Grammarly We Trust, ObikinFests1

    💫 ‘Succumbing to Temptation’ by Anonymous, 7k, Explicit

Rising from where he lay on the futon, Anakin rubbed the sleep from his eyes and turned to the entrance door when it buzzed. Someone was opening the door and there was only one person who knew the code. However, the process took longer than normal, so Anakin knew before even sensing his Master in the Force:

Drunk. His own Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, was drunk. Again. He will be a stumbling Omega, touchy-feely before the eventual crash into unconsciousness.

An almost 17-year-old young Alpha Padawan, Anakin Skywalker, helps his very drunk Omega Master Obi-Wan to bed. However, Anakin doesn't leave for the night even though he should have left to sleep. But he didn't.

Archive warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Tags: Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi, Top Anakin Skywalker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Somnophilia, Gratuitous Smut, Intersex, Stewjoni Biology (Star Wars), Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Body Worship, Forbidden Love, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Padawan Anakin Skywalker, Underage Sex, Anakin is almost 17, Possessive Sex, Mutual Pining, Oral Sex, Breeding Kink, Alpha Anakin Skywalker, Omega Obi-Wan Kenobi, Cunnilingus, Angst with a Happy Ending, The Force pronounced them Alpha and Omega so cue the wedding bells

   💫 ‘Plump and Ripe’ by Anonymous, 6k, Explicit

Pregnant Obi-Wan being pampered like he deserves.

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Anakin Skywalker, Omega Obi-Wan Kenobi, Pregnant Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mpreg, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pampering, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Peeing Oneself, Hormones, Knotting

   💫 NSFW Art by @bereweillschmidt​, Explicit

Prompt: Anakin gets off on the secret aspect of his and Obi-Wan's relationship and loves pushing it to the limits (almost getting caught). The next thing on his list? He really, really wants to get fucked on Obi-Wan's chair in the council chambers and he thinks about it every time he sees the way his master sprawls out on it so indecently. Obi-Wan indulges him (he won't admit it but he loves the thrill too).

#obikinfest #obikin fest #obikin #obiani #vaderwan

[terapsina]

🍓🥤🌿

(for this ask game)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I don't know. I started reading fanfiction and eventually wanted to try creating stuff myself. One additional factor might be that as a kid I kinda enjoyed coming up with stories, so once fanfiction was a thing that I knew existed it was probably kind of a natural next step.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Alright, I'll rec 3 fics, each from a different Star Wars fandom.

Padawan's Return - Not sure how familiar you are with Ahsoka Tano. But this is a fic where Fulcrum day Ahsoka gets dropped into the past to before Anakin was brought to the temple. And... two things: one, she doesn't manage to hide that she's vastly out of time from the Jedi, but she DOES manage to convince them that she's been brought FORWARD in time from the Sith Wars, and it's HILARIOUS; and two, she's dead set on killing Darth Vader... if only she could figure out where to look?

to treat everything as if it were a nail - My favorite Rogue One AU story. Where Jyn gets picked up alongside her father, grows up in the Empire... and still becomes a rebel. This time through a road bricked in espionage. Slow burn Jyn/Cassian and background Baze/Chirrut.

A Leap of Faith - Obi-Wan is in the middle of his Melida/Daan civil war days when a tiny youngling... Yoda(?) drops into his hands and he has to figure out how to reunite him with his family. Unfortunately the comlink code the baby manages to telepathically convey doesn't connect to the baby's father. It DOES however connect to Jaster Mereel, because of course it does 😁.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

I received this one in a previous message, you can find it here.

#answers #binickandros #ask meme #ask game #ahsoka tano #jyn erso #cassian andor #obi wan kenobi #grogu #jaster mereel #star wars #prequel trilogy #clone wars #rebels #rogue one #the mandalorian #rebelcaptain #snips and skyguy #fic recs #family: snips and skyguy #otp: jyn x cassian

[spell-cleaver]

"It's alright Luke..." Vader said soothingly as he brushed away the tears on the small child's face, paying no mind to the way he flinched and recoiled at his touch. "It's alright... your fathers here..." he continued as he stood, gathering the still sobbing child into his arms, his burning yellow eyes briefly staring down at the fearful bright blue of his sons. "And I promise... " he started as they headed away from the broken body of his former master "I will never, EVER leave you......"

No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

Read it instead on AO3 or on FFN!

There is something especially insulting about the fact that the whole time Palpatine has raised his son, it has been directly under his nose. Palpatine did not need to hide Luke at all from him, but he did anyway, and hid him so closely? Vader storms into the lowest level of the Palace, where few bother to go and certainly not him, and almost snarls when he sees who blocks his way.

“My friend,” Palpatine begins, looking him up and down sympathetically. “I had heard you were struggling with this decision again. You do know that if you had any doubts, you could simply have spoken to me?”

“Let me see him.”

“You entrusted me with your son. I have cared for him for thirteen long years. And you know that I trust you implicitly, but… Lord Vader, there is a reason you entrusted him to me in the first place.”

That reason was built on a lie.

“I am here to see my son,” he repeats. When Palpatine does not move out of his way, he shoves past him, hard enough to send his master flying into the wall. The lack of red guards to prevent such indignities from befalling their master should be suspicious, but Vader does not notice. He barely notices Palpatine’s pained grunt, his pained tuts—all fake.

The door to Luke’s training facilities are right in front of him. He barges towards them and flings them open, the force of it billowing his cape behind him. There, before him: a large hall, training mats laid out on the floor, and a slim, muscled boy doing katas with a live lightsaber against a row of inactivated battle droids.

*

For years, the only holo Vader had of his son was the one he had taken when he first found Luke in the midst of chasing Kenobi: a tiny, red, raw thing, face bawled up in loud protestations at being woken by the cam’s light. He snuggled in Vader’s arms on the trip back to Coruscant and was enough to prevent Vader from pursuing the escaped Kenobi further. His son was all he had left of Padmé.

Palpatine was right, when he presented him. Luke was all that was left of Padmé in the galaxy, and Vader had killed Padmé. Vader would kill Luke too, if given the chance. He could not see his son.

And yet for years and years he hung onto that holo. He knew it was foolish. It was sheer weakness for a Sith to be so attached to any one thing. But the image followed him everywhere: onto the battlefield, onto new ships and old, onto Rebel bases, into useless meetings and diplomatic events. And Palpatine did report back to him, but sporadically. Every time, he made it clear that Vader’s touch would only taint Luke Skywalker’s perfection.

Vader already knew that. But he longed, anyway. He strove to destroy the Rebels, to build a better galaxy, for him and him alone.

*

Now, he stands in front of Luke for the first time in thirteen years. Luke turns from his katas, the lightsaber casting bloody light onto his too thin face. Kenobi was right. Luke is not malnourished—not skinny, with a substantial amount of muscle on him—but he is far from nourished. He is far from healthy or content.

Vader steps forwards. “Luke,” he said, his heart in his throat.

Luke’s face contorts in the sort of hatred Vader has only ever levelled against himself. He spins his lightsaber in his hand, springs to his feet, and lunges at him.

*

“Anakin, no!”

“Anakin Skywalker is dead,” Vader hissed, clashing his lightsaber against Kenobi’s. Kenobi backed away, face pained, the blue and red light intermingling on his face. “You killed him.”

“Is this what you want for yourself?” Kenobi shouted at him, backing away. “Is this what you want for Luke? You’ll ruin—”

The pang in Vader’s chest made him roar all the louder. His lightsaber came down against Kenobi’s harder, harder, until Kenobi was forced to give ever more ground. “Do you think I do not know that!?” The lightsaber toppled out of Kenobi’s hand, split in two. “Do you think I am not aware? Palpatine has him. He will protect him.”

Kenobi stared at him in horror—horror at the loss of his lightsaber, no doubt, but not primarily. “Palpatine?”

“I killed Padmé,” Vader hissed, stalking forwards. He would end this, once and for all. “Do you want Luke so you can turn him against me too? Palpatine will make sure he is loyal. And Palpatine will make sure I do not hurt him.”

Obi-Wan didn’t run. He let Vader march right up to him, almost as if he knew the massive power his words would have.

“You didn’t kill Padmé,” he said.

Vader froze.

Obi-Wan continued before he could rage and deny and scream: “She survived for days after. Luke wouldn’t have survived otherwise. But when she did die, her life force was drained. Only a Master of the Sith could have achieved that.”

Vader hardly dared to think.

“You didn’t kill Padmé. Palpatine did.” Obi-Wan looked on him with a sadness Vader could not bear. He struck him down, scything through his suddenly empty robes like butter, but his accusatory words followed him anyway. “And you left Luke with him?”

*

Vader never expected Padmé’s son to attack him, but so much of him still thinks that he deserves it that he lets Luke’s first strike land true. Its accuracy is beautiful: pride aches in his chest, or perhaps that’s his aching lungs, because Luke thoroughly destroyed his chest box, and now his respirator is wheezing. He denied Padmé of breath; now her son denies him.

“Luke!” Palpatine shouts, loud and panicked. “Luke, no! That is your father!”

“I know,” Luke snarled, his voice not even broken yet, too high and sweet to be contorted into such a rough, rasping snarl. He strikes again, but anger unbalances him. He only draws a groove in the metal of Vader’s right arm. “You abandoned me—you tried to kill us—”

His next strike, Vader catches on his blade. “I am sorry,” he offers. “I am here to protect you.” He can still sense Palpatine watching them, and the fury sparks something black and horrid in his chest. “I am here to do better.”

The words do nothing. Luke glares at him, his eyes smouldering gold, then red. They seem to glow, and Vader senses something deep within the Force begin to stir.

*

“I want to see my son,” Vader said, keeping his head bowed in respect. Palpatine’s gaze was on the back of his neck, boring into him, but his unfazed façade was a lie. He was startled.

“Are you sure that is wise, Lord Vader?” Palpatine hesitated. “His emotions towards you are… complicated, as any teenager’s would be.”

“He is my son. I want to see him.”

“He is Padmé’s son, first and foremost. We both agreed that, when you asked me to take him.” Palpatine smiled weakly. “He reminds me so much of her. When he was a child, he never spoke much—he had difficulty breathing, something to do with his lungs—but once he gained his voice… well. His oration is on par with hers. His persuasiveness as well. Were his existence not such a closely kept secret—a fact I empathise with your desires on, Lord Vader—he would be an extraordinary asset in the Senate and negotiations with Rebel leaders.”

Vader couldn’t gasp for breath. That choice had been taken from him long ago. But he stilled, mournful, his chest speared with pain.

“Padmé,” he said, “would be proud of him.”

“She would. You should be as well, my friend.”

“I am.”

“Children are strange, I must confess. I have known you for so long, and yet I forget what you were like when you were young. Especially teenagers. Even for one with such immense capabilities, everything about them is so fragile.” He folded his hands in his lap. “But… I am not cruel. Would you like to visit him? You have not seen him in nearly twelve years.”

Vader shrank back from that suddenly intense stare.

“No, Master,” he said. “I understand this is… for the best.”

*

Vader steps forwards to meet Luke’s next strike—he will not strike back, he will not hurt his son, but he will not stand here and let himself be buffeted by a boy so controlled by Palpatine, even if he deserves it—and the floor vanishes beneath him.

He lands moments later with a thump, only to find the training room unchanged, on his knees. Luke’s lightsaber is still swinging; he brings up his own, but another blink and the fabric of reality shifts around him. He brings his lightsaber down on empty space, then starts. The door is in front of him, not behind.

Agony rakes down his back. As he doubles over, his cape flaps in several long thin strips, tangling unnaturally around his ankles, tugging him down…

He kicks them off, but Luke is in front of him again. His eyes are as bright as two red-gold stars in his face. In the Force, he… does not exist. A sickly dark presence, more compelling than anything Vader has experienced before, consumes the entire training room. Even Palpatine is swallowed up by it, though Vader can hear him clapping.

“Luke, stop!” he calls. Is he clapping? Or is he desperately waving his arms? “Lord Vader, you see? Luke’s power is unparalleled. With your unique bloodline, and the personal tutelage of many of the lingering Sith ghosts from the shrine that the former Jedi Temple was built upon… We have created a true powerhouse.”

Vader stares at his son. He is small and shaking and pale. His eyes are the brightest thing about him.

Palpatine has created a true powerhouse. He has destroyed a child.

“He had nothing to do with it,” Luke declares. “I did the work, I followed orders, I—”

“Of course, Luke, I wouldn’t imply—”

“All he did was try to kill my mother!”

“I did not kill your mother, Luke,” Vader says. “Palpatine did.”

Behind him, Palpatine stills.

Luke glares at him. The Force explodes between them; Vader is sent flying. He looks up at the high, high training ceiling and sees stars.

Then a face comes into his vision.

“Do you think that matters, Ani?” Padmé asks him.

This is impossible. It is only because Vader knows it is impossible that he at all notices Luke rooting around in his mind, twisting his visual input, stealing his precious memories of Padmé and turning them against him. It would be bad enough if he were using Padmé from Mustafar, already pregnant and crying. Instead, he uses the Padmé he first met, his angel from Iego. In hindsight, she was barely older than Luke is now. She was not ready for such hard decisions, and Luke deserves better than the galaxy on his shoulders.

Padmé lashes out with a knife. It draws a burning line across his torso. He aches with it; he wants to crawl to her feet. He wants her back.

“Do you think,” Luke asks with Padmé’s voice, the voice of the mother he has never known except through Palpatine’s warped and distorted lens, “I did not know?”

*

“So,” Aphra said, “you want me to find a kid.”

“Find any young teenager in close proximity to Palpatine. Any gossip whatsoever.”

“Blond? Small for his age? Quiet?”

Vader lurched towards the console she was working at like a man on strings. “Yes.”

“His existence is no secret,” she tells him. “Palpatine apparently really likes busting him out as a party trick—at all the galas you’re not invited to, I assume. There’s stories about that going back years.”

“How many years?”

She squints. “Ten?”

A decade. This had been happening for a decade.

“What party tricks?”

“He makes people hallucinate. He’s very persuasive, apparently—there’s a bunch of senators talking about how they were so, so sure that they wanted to join the Rebellion until they spoke to this yellow-eyed ten-year-old who convinced them the Empire was holy. And various other stuff that, to be honest, seems kinda creepy to me, but—”

Vader snatched the report from her hands and scanned it, his stomach dropping. Palpatine hadn’t just turned his son into a monster. He’d turned him into an obedient pet.

“Why’re you interested in this kid, anyway?” Aphra asked. “And how d’you think he does it? Reading people’s minds, bending them, torturing them like that… Sounds to me like something the Jedi used to pull off.”

The datapad crumpled under his fist.

“No Jedi could do this,” he spat.

*

“He killed you,” Vader says hoarsely. Then again, louder: “He killed your mother, Luke.”

“I know. I felt him do it. I have always known that the presence that killed my mother is trying to make me his.” Padmé’s face contorts into a smile. Her eyes flash. “And I knew that you left me to him!”

Vader is yanked up to his knees. He does not mind. Kneeling, begging for forgiveness at Luke and Padmé’s feet, is the appropriate place for him.

“I thought you were safer with him than with me,” he murmurs.

“Look at what he did to you. And you had the Jedi to protect you.” Luke snarls. “Who did I have?”

Vader knows what is coming before it does. He has been treated to it enough by Palpatine, he recognises instantly the moment Luke begins, darkness funnelling back towards him like ink sucked into a single black thread. It arcs out in a sheet of light and heat.

If Luke kills him, Vader will accept it. But before the lightning hits him, it dissipates. Luke’s grip on his perception of his surroundings fades, and he sees Palpatine standing between them.

“Master,” Luke says suddenly, bowing his head. “I—”

“There is no need for remorse, Luke. I can feel your anguish.” Palpatine takes Luke’s chin in his hand. “This is the man who killed your mother. Anguish and fury are natural, and I have not trained you to ignore them. This show only makes me prouder of what you’ve achieved by fully immersing yourself in your inhuman nature.”

Luke’s eyes flash, but he keeps them trained on the ground. Vader stares.

Has Palpatine not heard anything of what they have said?

No. Vader spoke aloud; Palpatine knows that Vader knows the truth. But Luke spoke through Padmé’s illusion.

Palpatine knows nothing of why Luke truly hates him, but he commands Luke’s loyalty, nonetheless.

“One day, I will allow you to take your revenge on my dearest friend,” Palpatine promises Luke. The warm way he promises patricide is chilling. “But I still need him. You are not strong enough—you remain too much of a disappointment to replace him. You cannot avenge your mother yet.”

Luke nods.

Palpatine lets go. He turns towards Vader. He enjoys his kneeling position for a moment, before invisible hands haul him to his feet. “Lord Vader,” he says sharply, leading him away. “Your presence here is clearly only destructive to Luke. Son or not, are you finally satisfied why I must keep you from him?”

Vader stares at Palpatine. He knows nothing of Luke’s hatred. He knows nothing of how Luke will one day avenge his mother, but not on Vader. If he kills Vader, it will be to avenge himself.

Luke does not need Vader. Vader ruined his life, and his attempts to undo it continue to make it worse. Murderer or not, Palpatine is right: Luke would be better off without him.

He should walk away and stop complicating things. Luke is stronger than he has ever been.

“Yes, Master,” he says at last and turns away. Palpatine smiles, satisfied. It makes Vader’s skin crawl, but it doesn’t change his decision. He turns towards the door and limps away. Every injury his son has given him seems to be carving him into pieces.

At the door, he stops. He has to. He hasn’t seen his son in thirteen years; he still craves every moment he can steal with him. When he turns around, he sees Palpatine bending over Luke, murmuring something. Luke’s eyes are closed, but he listens intently, his vast, eldritch presence coiled in on his tiny body, more ink than blood after so many years steeped in ancient darknesses. His boy is not even a boy anymore. Palpatine has ensured that.

But he looks human enough as he grimaces in response to whatever Palpatine tells him, twitching his right hand. The hand that he tried to channel lightning through, before Palpatine stepped between them.

No. Vader stares.

His life was not spared by Palpatine’s intervention. His life was spared because Luke cannot channel lightning. That hand, spasming and clenching, has a panel popped open in its wrist. Charred wires fill his fingers and palm.

Luke has a prosthetic.

He knows that Palpatine has hurt him. He knows that Palpatine has likely groomed him even more thoroughly than he has Vader. But Palpatine let him be injured like this. Palpatine has failed to protect Luke at all, in any sense of the word.

He let him become even the tiniest bit like Vader.

Vader moves before he thinks about it. Palpatine, wrapped up in the immense power of the pet whose hair he is now playing with, does not notice when a lightsaber punches through his skull.

Luke yelps and steps back, staring. He is still shaking like a small dog; he is still thirteen.

He is trying not to cry.

Vader reaches for him, kneeling again, this time of his own volition. “I am sorry,” he says. “I thought you would be safe with him. I was wrong. But I will never forsake you again.”

Luke stares, mistrustful. But Vader reaches for him.

“It is alright, Luke,” he says, trying to be soothing as he brushes Luke’s tears away. He flinches and recoils at his touch, but Vader ignores it. “It is alright.” He hesitates. “Your father is here.”

He stands, holding Luke’s elbows and bringing him with him. Luke folds into his arms awkwardly, still sobbing. His eyes are blue as Vader’s, burning, stare down at him.

Vader tugs, and Luke follows. “And I promise,” he begins, as they head away from the broken body of his former master. Their former master. “I will never, ever leave you again.”

#ask received february 5th #my writing #random words on a page #darth vader #luke skywalker #sheev palpatine #for darkness shows the stars #whumptober 2022 #whumptober #no.26

[ragnarlothcat]

I love sith aus!!!!!!! And you have one in the works?

I do!!! I started it last year for a prompt event and the ficlet is already on ao3. It's fine as it is but I'd immediately started working on a chapter 2 but never got around to finishing it. The thing is, there are already some really good raised a sith Vader fics out there. I know all about the two cakes approach and it's not that I'm worried mine will be worse (although it might because we have some excellent writers in this fandom) it's more that I don't have the same frantic urge to write it down, not like some of my other fics, because I have my own favourites to read when the craving hits.

But chapter 2 is Ahsoka's POV, which I think is cute! She's Obi-Wan's padawan (since Anakin is too busy being evil) and she and Obi-Wan get separated during a battle and she comes across Vader. She is clearly outmatched and in a lot of danger until she mentions her master. Then Vader's making all kinds of rookie mistakes and she's able to take him prisoner.

I do imagine that Obi-Wan will eventually rail the dark side out of Vader (it's a foolproof technique! he should have tried it on mustafar!) but honestly Ahsoka and Vader is a really cute relationship and that's what's motivating me. Here's a tiny snippet from chapter 2:

Chapter 2 (immediately after Vader "loses" his duel to Ahsoka)

“Ahsoka!” Obi-Wan leaps off the speeder and rushes towards her, one hand on his lightsaber. “Are you safe? Cody said you’d engaged a Sith, and I—”

“Hello,” Vader says suddenly, his voice pitched an octave or so lower than it was ten seconds ago. He leans back slightly on his rock, his legs spread, and his molten gold gaze fixed on Obi-Wan. “It’s nice to see you again, Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan draws back a fraction and his eyes rake over the Sith’s bound form, his loose curls, and the uncomfortable intensity of his expression. “Oh Force. What do you want this time?”

Vader pouts a little, looking ridiculously young for someone who has slaughtered his way through hundreds of their men already. He looks like he’s her age, maybe, although he’s a lot taller than she is. Human ages are impossible to gauge sometimes without lekku to measure.

Vader blinks and shifts his spread legs wider. “Want? Me? I’ve been captured, Kenobi, surely you can see that?” He raises his bound wrists for Obi-Wan’s inspection and Ahsoka lifts her chin. She did that. Her master fought a Sith a decade ago and killed him—the first Sith in a millennia—when he was only a Padawan himself. And now Ahsoka has captured her own Sith, disarmed him and cuffed him—

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agrees slowly. “Very well done, Ahsoka.”

Vader’s jaw tightens and he jerks his hands back against his chest. “Well. How lucky that she had a good master.”

#ask game #anon #i hope no one cares that i'm just saying the plot #this one isn't exactly twisty #vader is immediately throwing aside the sith lifestyle because obi-wan smiled at him once #honestly same though

[theasexuwhalestuff]

Thoughts while watching Part III of the Kenobi Series

Looking at the title card for the umpteenth time and wondering why tf they couldn't just have gone with Kenobi. Most people already call it that instead of his full name. Lesser chance for confusion, and sounds way better. Similar ring to Andor.

Was looking forward to seeing Obi-Wan resume his panic/anxiety attack and completely lose his shit. But I guess him calling out to his master for the millionth time also works.

But seriously, Qui-Gon you bitch where are you when your son needs you answer him FFS.

I really have to commend Ewan for his portrayal of Obi-Wan during this stage of his life. I know he's mentioned that he's had to relearn Obi-Wan's accent, and I can hear hints of his Scottish accent coming through, but something else still sounded off. It took me a while to figure out the way his whole inflection and tone had changed. This was a conscious choice on Ewan's part, since the Obi-Wan he's playing now is very different to the one he's played before. He's portraying a broken, dejected man, and it's reflected in the way he speaks and interacts with the world around him. He doesn't help the Jedi who sought him out, and is unwilling to help Bail. His attitude towards Leia borders on indifferent and in this episode he even snaps at her, saying not everyone is good. I mean sure she can be annoying and something of a know-it-all, but I don't think I could ever have imagined Obi-Wan snapping at a child during the prequel era. Gone are his easygoing smile, the somewhat dramatic cadence of his voice, and the sarcastic remarks. Goes to show just how much research and care has been put into the state the character is in at this point in time. A person's experience is truly what shapes them, and here we're fortunate enough to get a glimpse of who this man could be in much different circumstances, and just how much he can bend before he breaks.

Mapuzo is a nice planet. I like the aesthetic.

Leia's actress, Vivien Lyra Blair was likely only 8 years old during filming, and it doesn't help that she easily looks like she could be 6 at the youngest. Adorable and very talented though. I've seen some of her other work.

Leia stepping up to the role of caretaker, because really, this man needs some serious help.

Damn, Order 66 rlly did a number on the great Negotiator, huh? Man can barely form words.

Why tf is this dumbass wandering around planet-to-planet in his old Jedi robes and the most Jedi-looking outfit in existence. Couldn't have picked out a different colour?? Different style and cut of clothes?? You're public enemy number one, man. Common sense be flying out the airlock.

That slip-up in front of the troopers gave me second-hand embarassment.

Ok, nice save. Negotiator back in his element, kinda.

Aw, Obi saying he wishes he could say he was Leia's father, and being soft to her 😭

Remembering his parents and his baby brother goddamnit.

But why tf are they talking so freely at the back of that space truck.

Ok, I love that unlike in the prequels, The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett, the fight scenes here are a lot slower since Obi-Wan is woefully out of practice, but is still kicking ass cuz well, Stormtroopers.

Leia running to Obi-Wan exactly the same way Grogu ran to his papa after being snatched by those bandits in Season 2 😭😭😭

Leia looking distraught and hugging Lola, so Obi-Wan goes to comfort her 😭❤

Quinlan Vos lives??? Also, Obi-Wan's tiny smile at finding out his little shit of a friend is still alive.

Reva starting to piss me off ngl.

Vader suddenly appearing with his saber scared the shit outta me.

Man rlly just took out his lightsaber only to immediately bolt outta there lmao.

Ok but when did lightsabers get so thick.

Im sorry but why are you walking away from Vader?? RUN my dude.

Yeah, this is why I loved The Mandalorian so much. Sick of Jedi and Sith devilry, and watching the SAME two men trade lightsaber blows, fucking boring. There's more to Star Wars than the fucking Jedi. Pls no more Jedi in future Mando seasons, Favloni 🤲

No rlly, how is he gonna come back alive after this? He's barely hanging onto life.

Yeah man, he's right. Really shoulda skewered this asshole when he choked his pregnant wife nearly to death. A child-killer not to mention.

I can already hear the dudebros lamenting the quality of the last epic duel lmfao.

WTF ANAKIN, DON'T BARBECUE YOUR DAD-BROTHER.

Letting Leia go alone was a stupid ass decision, but Tala and NED-B to Obi-Wan's rescue!

Run, Leia, run.

#kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #obi-wan kenobi #leia organa #qui-gon jinn #quinlan vos #darth vader #reva #ewan mcgregor #vivien lyra blair

[countrymusiclover]

21 - The Dark Clouds You

Part 22

Kenobi's Future

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Obi-Wan's POV

Twirling my lightsaber I killed someone running from the stormtroopers that we're looking to secure this planet in the name of the Empire. The boy falls at my feet and some others dropped to their knees seeing my golden eyes. Turning my back to the children who get taken by the troopers as I walked up the ramp. Sitting down in the Captain’s chair I run my fingers over my chin sensing someone entering my mind space. "Defying your life's training have you, Master Kenobi?"

"Master Yoda, where are you. How can I hear you now?" I asked looking around the room not physically seeing his prescence in the room which doesn't make sense.

"Where you left me I am. Darkness I sense in you. Something terribly wrong has happened to you, yes?" He questioned me through my mind.

Running a hand through my hair I could see families screaming and running from the stormtroopers. Vader had sent me to gain control of this small planet. Over the course of two days I have caused pain to a bunch of planets all in the name of the Sith Lord. When Y/n had told me that Sidius had lived I couldn't believe it. "Lord Sidius came after my family...he threatened to kill my children. I didn't have another choice, Master. I'm not even sure it's safe to be talking with you or my own wife. I'm...I'm lost Master Yoda.."

"Know of my location they do not. Believe I am dead they do." Yoda spoke as I felt tears starting to fall down my face. Twirling the ring on my left hand I hate to admit that I could feel the difference and how stronger the darkness made me feel. I hadn't created lightning yet but it was Vader's goal in the end most likely. "Speak with your wife I will, Obi-wan."

Closing my eyes the ship started up as the stormtroopers enters on the ship with some prisoners ready for take off back to the unfinished Death Star. At least that's what the Empiror called it. "Master, send a message to them please...I love them." I whispered before making the trip back to their star system. Walking down the ramp Sidius and Vader were waiting for me. But before I could say anything I felt a lightning bolt slash across my cheek underneath my left eye causing me to wince sharply.

"Tears are a sign you aren't one of us, Kenobi. Do I need to remind you the terms of our agreement. You devote your life to the Dark Side or I hurt your family. Maybe we should kidnap your youngest Padme. I think she would give a good fit of screaming wouldn't you say Lord Vader?" Sidius tapped his chin looking up to Vader who breathed heavily.

"Don't touch my daughters or my wife!" I shouted seeing that the Empiror is gasping for air reaching for his throat. Glancing down to my right hand I realized it was open and slightly raised so I was the one choking him. Shaking my hand he dropped gasping for air and simply started cackling as he walked away with Vader. Staring at my right hand I felt my heart beating out of my chest where I stumbled backwards into my quarters. Closing the door I slide down hugging my knees to my chest mumbling to myself. "Did I just...what am I becoming?"

Y/n's POV - hours later

Someone knocked on my bedroom door where I heard Kiera's voice speaking on the other side. "Mom, there's dinner on the table. It's been two days and you haven't eaten or left the room. Are you alright?" Concerm was in her voice when I called back in a shacky breath. "I'm fine honey...I'm not hungry go away."

Laying with the covers thrown over my head I grasp my lightsaber in my hands needing something to cling too. Tears stained onto my clothes where I rolled over staring at the door locked until a tiny figure appears in front of it. His little green form where he gives me a weak smile walking over to my bedside in a blue hologram form. "Master, what are you doing here?" I sniffed through tears running down my face.

"See Kenobi you have. Feel your sorrow I do my old padawan. Forced to the Dark Side he has been." Yoda slumped his shoulders appearing underneath the covers laying beside me with a sad expression on his face.

Wrapping my robe tightly around myself I shake still picturing the scar across my husband's face. His eyes held that tired and horrified look in them. It breaks my heart knowing that he is weakened by such actions. We both have our share of trauma thanks to Order 66 and then when we learned that Darth Vader in fact was alive. We didn't need anymore pain but now that's exactly what we got. "I saw him Master Yoda...the scar across his face. His eyes had been glossed over with tears. He was my Obi-wan but much more broken than when Anakin betrayed the Jedi. I'm lost...I don't know what to trust in anyone. What if we're broken, Yoda..."

"A difficult path your husband is in. Fall into the dark you must not. Trust in the Force. The Force that brought you two together. It shall guide you two back to each other." He explained staring me directly in the eyes seeing my confusion still. "After all led me to you it did indeed."

Moving to lay on my back I pulled the covers I stared at the ceiling and he does the same with a heavy sigh. Sometimes I am happy that my sister didn't live to see what horrific things came after her children's birth. That she'd never have to face Vader with a broken heart knowing it was her husband. That he would cause suffering for thousands upon thousands of people across the galaxy. Twirling the wedding ring on my finger I closed my eyes praying that this wouldn't be our reality forever. That someday I would get my Obi-wan back safe. "I love him Yoda...that's why I'm afraid to lose him.."

"Loves you and the girls he does. Sent me to deliver that message he did. Worry not my former padawan. Find his way home he shall." My master replied before I drifted to sleep and he disappeared back to his hut.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[fwaooo]

Luke being haunted by Jedi younglings. The younglings on their own aren’t strong enough to form a Force ghost, but their combined pain has left an echo-like ghost. It doesn’t resemble a specific young long, rather it has a humanoid shape with every changing features. They continuously wail in pain and betrayal, stuck in that moment utter terror.

It’s Reva, haunted by her fellow younglings but never realizing their presence, that brings the echos to Tattooine. She’s able to let herself move forward from that pain, and that leaves the ghost untethered. But they’re drawn to Luke instead, partially because he’s so bright in the Force but also because he’s so familiar…

At first, the younglings continue to wail and terrorize Luke. They haunt his dreams, claw and scratch at him crying why, why, why did you betray us? Luke is terrified, and his Aunt and Uncle are worried that perhaps Luke is having nightmares of Reva. They do their best to help him, but Luke has difficulty explaining what’s going on cause he’s absolutely confused too. But one day, Luke remembers something Aunt Beru taught him. That sometimes, people hurt others cause they’re afraid, not because they’re actively being bad. So the next time the younglings manifest, Luke reaches out and gives them a hug. Whispers to them it’s all right, there’s nothing to be afraid of. The younglings are stunned and they flee disperse immediately.

Smol Luke persists though, and eventually the younglings come to realize that yeah Luke’s Force signature is really similar to the Scary Man but his is actually much brighter and kind. And honestly, they missed hugs… They stop wailing so loudly and lashing out, instead they trail behind Luke, wanting to be comforted. And Luke kinda likes it, after it can get lonely on a moisture farm.

As Luke comforts them, the younglings becomes more at peace, some of the pain passing into the Force. They become less of an amalgamation and more of distinct. They consider Luke one of their own, and even if he becomes older than them, Luke isn’t really a Knight, not even a Padwan, but a Youngling. Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen don’t understand, but it seems Luke’s imaginary friend (friends?) is harmless and makes Luke smile so no harm done.

Eventually time passes and Luke joins the rebellion. They reach out to Obi-wan, happy to see the kind Jedi again but sad when be don’t notice them. When they meet Leia, they vaguely remember her via their time with Reva but that time was a mess. They also notice how similar she feels to Luke… And when, Luke meets the Darth Vader, they know. They absolutely know who this is. And they aren’t going to let the Scary Man hurt another one of their own.

The image of Darth Vader being attacked by tiny feral younglings via Force. He can’t see them but be absolutely felt that kick to his shins when what the heck his legs aren’t real????? Luke sees it though and he’s torn between being terrified of Darth Vader or laughing at the image of his small but oldest friends rallying against the hulking Sith.

Also when Luke takes in Grogu, they have a youngling reunion and many tears are shed but it helps heal a lot.

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[clonewarsarchives]

CAST AND CREW ON… (#137, NOV 2012)

AS SEASON FIVE TAKES THE CLONE WARSTO ALL NEW HEIGHTS. THE TALENT BEHIND THE HIT SERIES GIVE THEIR THOUGHTS ON THE SHOW!

...”Revenge” being an Insider award-winning episode!

Sam Witwer [the voice of Darth Maul]: Darth Maul’s got the Boba Fett factor going for him. He looks cool, and has an attitude that was established in The Phantom Menace.

The big thing for “Revenge” was to describe the cost of what had happened to him—not just physically, but mentally. We also showed the unadulterated dark side of the Force. It isn’t just cool leather suits and red lightsabers. It’s madness, despair, and pain. He’ll get funnier as he goes along, trust me [laughs]

 ...the darker aspects of the show.

Dave Filoni [supervising director]: There’s stuff that we shoot that does not make it into the show at all. There’s a level where I say, “That’s kind of enough.” I try not to do stuff that goes beyond what you see in the movies. I fully realize that a lot of kids have not seen Revenge of the Sith, nor would you expect them to: It’s a very intense movie.

That clearly illustrates my problem: I’ve got Attack of the Clones on one side, which is the beginning of a downfall, and I’ve got Revenge of the Sith where it’s a complete downfall of the good guys. The Clone Wars is a hard place to be.

We’ve made the villains very powerful and very dangerous, but people are always hungry for the heroes to win. So I want to make sure that we show that they had a lot of victories, but the Jedi didn’t understand that Palpatine was controlling the whole thing. They just missed the one critical thing that could have brought them to victory. I think this season you’ll see that Palpatine’s plan is more perilous than even he thought possible. He has tried to control many futures to make it all happen, but it’s just not that easy to do, and there are many obstacles that could get in his way.

...34 percent of the audience being female.

Ashley Eckstein [the voice of Ahsoka Tano]: I credit Dave and his team for including so many strong female characters. It’s something I hoped would happen. We’ve talked about it all along: In the very beginning, I remember asking, ‘Was Ahsoka created to increase the female audience?”

Filoni: I felt very strongly that if we did another young boy character, it would just be repeating Anakin and Luke. I had a young cousin at the time, and watching her grow up was a big influence on me. I thought it’d be great to get a girl with a lightsaber out there. I think it’s worked out great. Ashley has been a great ambassador for fans. She’s a tiny powerhouse.

...Mark Hamill guest-starring on the show?

Filoni: I wouldn’t ask Mark to do anything on the show until I had something for him that’s really awesome and unique. There have been times when I’ve thought, Well, maybe this could be it, but than I’ve thought, Nah, it’s just not going to have the impact. I want to be able to cast Mark in a way that’s meaningful for him. It’s on my list of things to do. It won’t happen in Season Five, but, hopefully before the show ends, I will be able to get Mark Hamill back into the Star Wars franchise. It will be in a way that is unexpected.

...how the fate of these characters resonates with a new audience

Filoni: All these kids that watch The Clone Wars know Anakin Skywalker really well. When I was a kid and I watched A New Hope, I had no clue. So when Obi-Wan says, “Vader betrayed and murdered your father.” I said, “Oh, wow. That sucks for Luke.”

But if you play A New Hope for kids now, they’re watching our show, and that’s how they find out that their hero Anakin Skywalker dies—it’s that Darth Vader kills him.

...the look of the show

Joel Aron [CG and lighting supervisor]: We don’t light it like animation. Dave Filoni said to me many years ago, “Get it like Frank Miller; get it very graphic, do something different.” Then George came in and had us push it even further. Because of that, I’ve tried to push it even more. The Star Wars films are an influence, but other movies are, too. I’ll see Drive and then I have to use that look.

We see Anakin’s bedroom in Season Five, and I wanted it to be like Elliott’s room from E.T. because Anakin’s room should haw the feeling of a little boy’s room.

We used some of the Mustafar matte paintings from Revenge of the Sith, but we retained that animated edge because George Lucas was very clear with that early on. The shapes have to be hard; the paintwork always has to look like it’s been raked with a fork. Sometimes, when I go through the still frames, I forget which one was a lighting concept and which one was an actual rendering. That’s what we really wanted to achieve.

...what the show means

Filoni: you think of A New Hope and Obi-Wan saying, “For over a thousand generations, the Jedi Knights were the keepers of peace and justice in the universe.” I think of that quote and I hear Alec Guinness. Then I look at our show and see these Jedi Knights, these guardians of peace and justice. I never would have imagined when I was a boy that I would be privileged to be a part of telling that story and working with George Lucas. That’s when it connects for me. That’s when I know that I’m playing with heroes who are giants and villains who are treacherous. We’re continuing a storytelling tradition that goes far beyond our show. That’s when you connect to what George was doing in A New Hope, and that’s when you connect to what Joseph Campbell [author of The Hero with a Thousand Faces] always talked about.

...George Lucas’ retirement

Dave Filoni: To us, his retirement means that he has more free time to come and watch the show! I always tell him that I don’t believe he is going to retire. When he stops showing up, then I’ll believe him.

But he’s taught me to make all these decisions without him. He told me when we started that one of the reasons that I’m here is to make sure that when he’s not around, things go the way he wants. And so I think it’s a compliment to myself, my crew, and to the different divisions of Lucasfilm. He feels confident in all of us to say that he can retire. He’s done a great thing for on as a company by bringing in Kathleen Kennedy to take over the reins.

...the future of the show

Filoni: I’ve always said that we’ll keep making the show as long as people are watching. Because of the demands of our production schedule to deliver this high-quality product, we work very far in advance. We have all of Season Five finished, and we’ve been working on the scripts and designs for a sixth season.

#insider #i137 #crew #dave filoni #joel aron #the clone wars

[wanderingmirror]

Bacta and Datapads

Summary:

Darth Vader is still trying to hold onto that little bit of Light in his heart. And because of that he gets hurt during one his master's Lessons. In this timeline, Crosshair stayed loyal but was pulled into the 501st because Vader was holding onto the good things of his past. Striker was one of the few 501st who had been with Vader ever since the start of the Clone Wars. So being with him now made no difference.

Darth Vader is injured in a mission and is forced into a bacta tank with nothing to take his mind off the past. Two very unlikely souls help fix this tiny hurt.

Being unable to hear anything was driving Vader mad. Not only that but he had none of his limbs attached to his body as he floated listlessly in the cool, thick liquid. His mind drifted off to the darker points in his life when he was similarly helpless. His mother, Ahsoka, the clones, and his beloved Padme. The war.

Obi-wan.

If he could still cry properly without the feeling of being weak or inferior, he would. But he was a Sith Lord and an Enforcer. He couldn't show that much weakness in front of so many people. Even if no one was in his chambers now, he could still sense people everywhere in his fortress on Mustafar. What he wasn't expecting was the presence of two familiar souls approaching his chambers.

He opened his eyes to peer out of the blue tinted glass when the doors opened to allow two armored individuals to inside. One was in pure white commando armor from the Clone Wars era. The other in black commando armor with a green tinted visor. Both walked up to the glass of his tank and placed one of each of their hands onto the glass. The white one looked over to the black one and said something. The black one nodded.

Their hands moved to remove their helmets from their heads and two familiar faces greeted Vader. Though his brothers had all been either killed or filtered out, Striker was still in the Empire. His hair still in that half shaved half long look. Braided at the sides with a mixture of grey and black. His left eye still a clear amber. The right a milky white from the blaster bolt that had nearly blown his head off. A light bit of stubble still covered the lower half of his tanned skin.

Crosshair still looked somewhat the same. Hair, eyes, body. The only few differences were the burn scar on the right side of his face. He gave Vader a grin that set the Sith at ease. Both of them sat their helmets and weapons on the floor and moved around the room to fiddle with different things. Slowly, sound came back to Vader. Striker turning on the sound with a scowl. Crosshair was turning off the cameras and listening devices in the room.

"Why do these idjits keep turnin his sound off? I may need to have a word with 'em about it. And not inna nice way."

Striker grumbled while walking over to the tank, sitting down at the base and taking out his personal datapad. Crosshair snorted with annoyance clear in his aura and face.

"You'd better leave some for me. It's bad enough that they left him like this without his limbs or something to occupy his time."

The enhanced clone moved the table of limbs and armor into Vader's view, settling the Sith down now that he could see his limbs. Vader was aware that he was not supposed to be this attached to a pair of clones, but no one was brave enough to comment on it. And his master seemed to not care that he's kept two of them. Both clones had gotten used to being the only two left in the entire Empire.

At the beginning of this little arrangement, Vader had to hide his worries and concern for the two commando's safety. Only to catch them viciously beating the osik out of a nat born officer no doubt giving them trouble. Neither said what the man had said, and Vader didn't bother to ask. Mostly he just transferred the man to one of the more dangerous outposts on the outer rim.

Crosshair sat down at the base of the tank beside Striker and leaned against the reg. No doubt taking this time to catch a bit of sleep for his upcoming mission involving a Sith Temple. Luckily, Vader had plans to go with him to keep the other troopers in line. And wherever Vader went, Striker followed. Whether or not Sidious wanted him to. And since Vader had killed an entire platoon's worth of officers over Striker, so long as the clone caused no distractions, Vade was allowed to keep him around.

Over the few years the two of them had been following him around, their personalities had changed somewhat. Where Striker was quiet and focused energy in the Clone Wars, he was now a little chaotic and loud. Always pulling people's attention onto him with his dark humor. The commando acted as his right hand and one of the best interrogators in the Empire.

Crosshair himself didn't really change much other than his more feral ways of dealing with nat borns and civvies. The only one who was immune to his harsh and pointed words or actions was Vader. Mostly because he understood the pain of betrayal from family and those closest in the heart.

Striker was less immune but still had some cover when it came to his own family of brothers. He missed them terribly, but often times just buried the emotions and thoughts deep in his chest until he could vent his anger through fighting or other activities.

"Hey, boss, what'd'ya say about this new prosthetic design?"

Striker held up his datapad for Vader to see and the Sith looked at the design of an arm. The material was light weight and sturdy from being made of beskar. The swirls of metal looked painted on but were made with the heat of the forge. Vader sent a wave of agreement to the clone and Striker saved the design to his pad and sent it to Vader's.

"I'll see if I can find somethin similar fer the legs too. You focus on gettin some rest 'fore the mission."

Another wave of agreement and Vader closed his eyes. Though it shocked him at first to hear the accent, it had a way of soothing his frayed nerves and settling him down into a relaxed calm he never could achieve with anything else. Even if his master disapproved strongly of his newfound source of calm, Vader was grateful for it.

The Sith could feel Crosshair already slipping into a dreamless sleep. One of the rare few he could get after the many nightmares haunting his time on Kamino. Finding out about the clone's home being bombed had cracked something in Vader. Knowing that the clones were really starting to fade away along with anything that connected to them.

The only things left of the clones were the few who had survived both the war and the slow culling from the Empire. Or the ones who had deserted early on. Only Striker and Crosshair remained as evidence that the clones existed.

Vader slowly felt the edges of his own dreamless sleep closing in around him. And as he drifted off, he felt safe knowing he was still cared about and loved enough to be kept safe. To see and be a part of their lives despite everything that had happened. Despite everything Vader had done.

And for that, Vader was grateful.

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[burnwater13]

The more Grogu learned about Moff Gideon, the more he disliked the obviously power damaged Darth Vader wannabe. Yes, he was a war lord. That all by itself said ‘power damaged’. Who in their right mind wanted to be a lord of war? Not Grogu, that was for sure. 

Grogu also knew that Moff Gideon had an important role in the ISB. The same ISB that had worked pretty hard to destroy Mandalore, among other places. Just on that basis he felt very comfortable disliking the man dressed in black. Now he was saying, the Moff that is, that he knew everything. Ha!

That’s right. Ha! Grogu didn’t believe that for an instant. It was clear that the Moff had never known a kind a gesture, the voice of love, or a the satisfaction of helping someone other than himself. ‘Assume I know everything’. Ha!

Master Obi-Wan said that assuming a thing was a trick you played on yourself. You didn’t know a thing until you knew a thing. There were no short cuts. You had to do the work. It seemed pretty clear that Moff Gideon wanted people to trick themselves and to his advantage. Nope! Not gonna happen.

Peli Motto said that when you assume something ‘You make an ass out of you and me’. Grogu didn’t really understand that one but he agreed with Peli that people should never assume that she couldn’t draw to an Idiot’s Array any time she needed one playing Sabacc.

Grogu had laughed at that. He knew she was right. He’d watched her play a lot of Sabacc and the only person who ever beat her at the game happened to be small, green, and without credits. They played for dung worms. Grogu always won those games. 

Which is what Grogu was pretty sure that Moff Gideon had been trying to do. He wanted to trick people into letting him win the game before they even started playing it. And his statement was really a statement of fact in away. Assume he knew everything because what he did or didn’t know, didn’t matter. He was always going to cheat. He was never going to keep his word. He hadn’t gone to the trouble of accumulating power to let it sit around doing nothing. Nope. Not him. 

This lead Grogu to believe that the true statement about Moff Gideon was that as a person he had no honor, no loyalty, and no clue how to do the work that needed to be done. That’s why he had to trick you into defeating yourself. 

It made Grogu mad to think how the Moff had tricked him into wearing himself out playing ‘whack a stormtrooper’. He should have just been sitting there, meditating, biding his time, waiting for his best friend and dad to come get him. Din Djarin was never going to let someone as fake as Moff Gideon keep Grogu away from him. 

“A friendly piece of advice…” Ha!

Moff Gideon wouldn’t know a friend if they tripped over his cape and blew up the enemy’s ship by accident. He’d be too busy griping about that friend getting dirt on his cape and pulling it a tiny bit out of alignment. In this case those words translated to “I am threatening you and you should feel threatened because I said so.”

Grogu was unimpressed, even though he was still pretty angry. He knew all those war lords and Sith wannabes operated on the mystery is better than reality as a framing construct for threatening people. Make people come up with their own fears because as greedy fools, the war lords had no imagination and couldn’t think of what really might bug a person. 

Grogu almost wished that he’d practiced his Gal Basic more. He knew that the Moff was a proud man who wanted everyone to fear him. That’s why he just ended people willy nilly. To make the rest of his own people fear him more. But once you were doing that, what more could you do to them? It just incentivized your own people to avoid you. 

Grogu wished he could have tricked the stormtroopers into calling him “Moss Giddy-up”. He was pretty sure that sounded very funny in Gal Basic and as soon as people started laughing they’d share that over and over and Mr. Assume I know Everything would learn someone that he hadn’t known before. Laughing with you and laughing at you were not the same. Grogu was pretty sure that the boastful war lord would not like being laughed at.

Ha!

#calendar prompt a day #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #Moff Gideon