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Summary: Kinktober Day 7 — Costumes with Obi-Wan Kenobi Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance other than a vague costume description. Rating: Explicit, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE!) Warnings: Explicit sexual content, smut; Costumes, unprotected PIV (PRACTICE SAFE SEX), creampie, mention of fingering, mention of biting kink, Jedi!reader, flirting overload, necking like horny teenagers, inappropriate use of the Force. Word Count: 3.6k

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So in Legends, the Jedi go ape for Halloween, and what Kinktober is complete without a good Halloween piece 😉

Also, let me apologize for Tumblr eating the original version of this yesterday 😑 and that it took me longer than I thought it would for me to rewrite it 😬 but I hope everyone enjoys Day 7!

It would surprise most of the general public, but the Jedi Order was in the habit of going, what the academic community called, batshit, for Halloween.

"It's tradition," any Jedi would say to anyone who asked, adopting the most sagely voice they possibly could, all while internally thinking about the costume they'd been designing for half the year. "The younglings enjoy it."

And they did, but any master or knight who claimed it was just the younglings and padawans who enjoyed Halloween was a bold-faced liar.

Every year, the Temple was decorated and spiffed out to the extreme. Fake cobwebs adorned the doorways, carved gourds and harvest plants guarded the thresholds, candles and fake bats hovered through the halls, the scent of spicy and cinnamon crusted treats wafted out from the kitchens through the entire Temple. And there was, of course, no shortage of Halloween pranks. You remembered fondly the year you'd gotten Master Windu good by rigging his mirror to drip fake blood and read "LEAVE THIS PLACE" while fake cockroaches crawled out of his sink. His yell had been heard through half the Temple.

He'd gotten you back. Your master was nothing if not serious, dedicated, and thorough. And with a flair and gift for theatrics too, he'd gotten you back good enough that you'd almost considered never messing with him again.

Almost.

But beyond the pranks and decorations and special treats every year, actual Halloween night was always a time of great cheer for the Jedi. Kind of an unofficial day off for everyone. The younglings could trick-or-treat, go on scavenger hunts, play games, find their way out of the "haunted" maze that the Room of a Thousand Fountains got turned into every year. And at night, after all the little ones had gone to bed, masters and knights could enter costume contests, go to each others' parties, drink spiked cider, go through the haunted maze Master Yoda and Madame Jocasta designed every year. The little troll and strict archivist could come up with some of the creepiest things every year.

And the day before Halloween was also one of the only days of the year where the public could fully visit the Temple. For certain hours of the day, the Temple opened themselves to the public to come visit the mazes and games and even trick-or-treat themselves.

It never failed to amuse you how many people came by expecting some dull, boring Halloween snooze fest only to find themselves faced with giggling, costumed younglings, knights with cider and rosy-cheeks, and masters with ornate and beautiful costumes and proud smiles, and uncomfortably authentic-looking decorations.

The Clone Wars had changed the way the Jedi handled Halloween. Not a ton, as the Jedi had tried their absolute best to go all-out, for everyone needed a good break from the way, but it wasn't quite as all-out as the years before. The younglings didn't really seem to notice, so you supposed that was good. But many knights and masters weren't able to lend their hand to help in the decoration process, or they couldn't spend as much time, if any, working on their costumes. Madame Jocasta, the healers, and the creche masters had really stepped up that first year, helping to keep life at the Temple as similar as possible to before the war broke out. If only for the benefit of the younglings.

But it was to the benefit of everyone, really, to come home to the Temple and see the candles and gravestones and spiderwebs everywhere. It had given you a sense of peace and normalcy you'd not experienced since the start of the war.

Rather than fully design a new costume this year, you'd borrowed pieces from all your old costumes to cobble together something new. You were quite proud of it. And anything that hadn't been reused was donated to your clone troopers, who the Jedi had openly invited to the Temple to join the celebrations. You'd had bins of materials and fabric and makeup and wigs and old costume pieces to give to them. Some of them had been quite thrilled at the sight, having never had a real Halloween before.

And no one did Halloween like the Jedi.

You were, in short, a pirate. And not a pirate like Hondo Ohnaka, the menace. But a traditional sea pirate, with a compass, a cutlass, a big feathered hat, tall buckled boots, a sweeping red coat, and sparkling gold jewelry. You'd had to alter some of your items, like adding the feather to the hat, and adding some extra buckles to your boots, but overall, you were proud of how you looked.

Someone else seemed to be appreciating how you looked as well, judging by how he'd rarely taken his eyes off you since you'd come into the room.

The people who said Obi-Wan Kenobi was subtle had obviously never made an effort to pay attention any time he even opened his mouth, because the man was not subtle. Refined, yes. Precise, yes. Distinguished, sure. Subtle?

No.

Everyone who was anyone knew that the reason Anakin Skywalker was so flashy was because he'd learned from Obi-Wan.

The man himself looked very distinguished right now. He always did. But right now he was dressed in a form-fitting, tailed suit of black with red trimming. It had a high collar, and his copper hair was slicked back into a more severe swoop than usual. Though, you noted with amusement, there always seemed to be one strand that refused to stay in place. That strand was currently being brushed back by Obi-Wan's fingers, encased in black leather gloves. His other hand grasped a simple black cane, and he wore stylish boots of shining black.

It was not a usual look for Obi-Wan, who you were used to seeing in beiges and tans and tabards. But Force, if he didn't look frustratingly handsome in the fitted black.

He looked paler than normal, and more tired, but you guessed that was because of the dim, colored lights of the mess. At least, until you got closer and saw he was wearing makeup. Nothing extreme. Just enough to give him a paler complexion and dark circles under his eyes.

Obi-Wan's eyes remained locked on you as you grew closer, his mouth quirking into that charming half-smile, half-smirk of his.

The sight of it always made your insides flutter, and you smiled back as you reached the small group congregating by the dessert table.

"Not eating, Master Kenobi?" you asked, eyeballing Anakin and Ahsoka as they crowded around the table.

Obi-Wan flashed a grin. A grin that showed a pair of shining, white fangs. "While it looks delicious, the feast tonight is not quite to my tastes, my dear."

It took a lot for you not to burst out laughing. "Yes, not quite rich enough in iron, I suppose."

Obi-Wan's grin flashed more genuinely.

Ahsoka caught sight of you.

"You look great!" she cheered. So did she, with grey makeup and shredded clothing, she looked like an incredible zombie. She even had done her montrals to look like they were rotting and decomposing.

"You too, 'Soka," you said. It was nights like tonight that reminded you of just how young she was. And how much she needed tonight to help her feel like a child again. You side-eyed her master, who was young himself. He wore brown leathers not wholly unlike his usual clothing.

"And what are you supposed to be?"

"Uh, I'm a pilot?" Anakin stared at you like it was the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

"I told him it was a stupid costume," Ahsoka said.

"Hey!"

"Rex agreed with me."

Anakin ignored her, saying to you, "I'm a fighter pilot from Naboo."

"Reliving your glory days?" you teased. Anakin had told the story of the Battle of Theed more times than you could count.

Obi-Wan spoke before Anakin could think of a response. "Doesn't the Naboo Royal Space Fighter Corps wear orange?" he asked, innocently.

Anakin scowled, and you and Ahsoka just about fell over laughing.

Obi-Wan's eyes never left you for long. He felt magnetized to the sight of you, whether you were wearing a costume or not. But something about this... The collared, white ruffles of your poet shirt dipped tantalizingly over your cleavage. Nothing considered immodest, but enough to attract Obi-Wan's attention like a fly into honey. The jaunty sit of your hat and fluttering of your lashes seemed entirely more seductive than you usually were, and Obi-Wan couldn't get enough of you even on a regular basis. Your jewelry glittered in the low lights like the kyber of the Ilum ice caves, every glow and shine drawing him further and further in, ready to receive what you would give him. And with the way your skintight leggings curved over your legs, framed by that coat and tucked into those karking boots, Obi-Wan thought you looked more like a siren than a pirate.

Obi-Wan blinked, and found that you were looking at him.

"You look amazing, Obi-Wan," you said, smiling that breathtakingly gorgeous smile at him. "Very classic costume."

Kriff, you were just so beautiful. And tempting.

There was a touch of mischief to Obi-Wan's returning smile. You wouldn't know it was there unless you knew that Obi-Wan could be a little shit when it suited him.

"And you, my dear, look... dangerous."

Your core instantly tightened and your breath hitched. And judging by the continued, pleasant, mischief-edged smile on Obi-Wan's face, he knew it.

"You're only saying that because you know I can beat you in lightsaber combat."

Obi-Wan continued to grin, entirely too charming for his own good.

"That's part of the reason, yes."

You smothered the smile that wanted to grow, instead saying, sternly, "I am not sharing."

"But, my dear —"

"No! Senator Organa gave me that bottle of wine as a gift, you are getting none of it. I know you, Kenobi. You'd drink the entire thing before I even got a drip. It is being saved for a special occasion."

Obi-Wan swept his gaze around the room, observing the festivities and celebrations. "And tonight's not special enough?"

"Your charm hasn't worked on me in years, Obi-Wan," you said. It was a lie. His charm had worked on you from day one and continued to do so. You'd stopped fighting it long ago.

And he knew it.

"Are you quite sure about that?"

Whatever response you could give was cut off by an impressively petulant groan from Anakin.

"Maker, would you two stop? I'm trying to eat."

Your mouth stretched into a grin, one that made Ahsoka cackle and Anakin try to backpedal.

"I take it back, Obi-Wan. I was lying before. Your charm does work on me. In fact, it works so well that I have a confession to make."

You turned to him, draping yourself to his front and your lips falling into a lovelorn pout.

"I have fallen madly in love with you, Obi-Wan. And I can no longer bear it. Tell me it is returned, my love. Tell me and spare me the pain of living without you any longer. Tell me, my love, and let us depart at once. I know someone on Alderaan, and though I know it's rushed and unorthodox, they would be happy to marry us this night!"

"Oh, Force, spare me —"

Obi-Wan ignored his former padawan, locking his amused, but oddly fervent gaze with yours. The hand not holding his cane wrapped low around your hips.

"A love like ours cannot be denied. A love so pure is surely written in the stars." He flashed his fanged smile. "Join me, my love. Let me give you all the freedom the seas have to offer, and an eternity to spend with me. The eternal night will not be so cold when we have each other to spend it with. You shall be mine, and I shall be yours. Forever. Welcome my bite, and share in our immortal love."

You couldn't keep in your laughter anymore, ducking your head down to burst out into furious giggles. Ahsoka wasn't much different.

"Eternal night? Immortal love???"

"You didn't like it?"

"I think I threw up in my mouth a little, but otherwise I loved it. Use that next time you flirt with Ventress, she'll be so caught off guard you can capture her."

"That's not a bad suggestion."

Ahsoka collapsed into giggles again when she saw that Anakin was simple staring into the distance, an agonized grimace etched on his face.

"Shuts him up every time," You nodded to Anakin and bumped your hip to Obi-Wan's.

Obi-Wan gave you an amused smirk, slowly shifting until your hips were touching again. Your skin was set alight where you touched.

"Like nothing else."

You laughed.

* * *

“Obi-Wan…”

The gasp left your lips, quiet and hushed in the glow twilight streaming through the windows. His beard felt exquisite against the skin of your neck, and you sighed at the kisses he placed along its length.

His cock felt exquisite, buried as it was so deep inside you, pumping tenderly, almost teasingly.

Obi-Wan’s fangs had long been discarded, but he was still latched to your neck as if he were looking for a place to latch on.

You almost wanted him to.

As if sensing your desires, and he probably could, Obi-Wan sucked your skin into his mouth and nibbled it gently with his teeth. You gasped in his hold.

“That’s it, darling,” Obi-Wan cooed. He released your neck with a lewd suck and kissed your jaw. “Let me hear you.”

You and Obi-Wan had lasted exactly one hour before needing to sneak away from the festivities to enjoy each other. The combination of having not seen each other much in the last months, both busy as war generals, the calming normalcy of the Halloween celebrations, and the rare sight of each other in costume was intoxicating to the both of you. Obi-Wan could barely keep his eyes off of you, so gorgeous and alluring in the way you flitted around, visiting with friends and family you hadn't seen in months, complimenting the younglings on their costumes, making sure your men were having fun. And the way you always looked back at him, periodically, and just often enough that no one but he would notice your desire. And your focus felt laser-trained on him, constantly aware of his presence and how it related to you: how far away from you he was, whether he was facing you or not, even when he was blinking or flicking away that bothersome piece of hair that never stayed in place. You were aware of all of it, and the curve of his back, and the way his hands looked in those gloves, and the way the dark colors of his costume made his hair more red than usual.

And combined with the way his signature in the Force kept pulsing, wafting over your skin and mind in a tease of a caress, you both could barely stand to not sneak away after an hour.

And now, with Obi-Wan buried as far as he could be inside you, you pressed against the bookshelves of his Temple apartments with those tight leggings rolled down to your knees, and his costume unfastened to reveal the muscled expanse of his chest, pressed tight to yours, you caressed each other with the Force as much as you did with your bodies.

Obi-Wan's signature normally felt like he did: steady, calm, deliberate, with a layer of mischief and humor hiding underneath it all. But right now, it rippled across your awareness with a sort of insistence, an insatiableness, and it only made you keen into him.

"Let me hear you," he encouraged again, lips dragging from your jaw to your cheekbone.

"Obi-Wan," you gasped, and your presence in the Force wrapped around him as firmly as your arms did.

The urgency from earlier had calmed a little. Where earlier you and Obi-Wan had nearly scrambled, removing just enough clothing to where you could feel his chest and that he could slip his fingers inside you to discover you didn't need much prep, the haste had calmed into something more languid. Now with his cock inside you, you could take the time to enjoy the feeling of it. It had been so long since you'd felt him. You could take the time to bask in the way it dragged in and out of you, and simply enjoy the weight and stretch, in no rush to reach your high.

And you could relish in the way Obi-Wan kissed you. The soft scratch of his beard on your skin, the tickle of his wayward strand of hair on your cheek. Obi-Wan kissed you how he handled his lightsaber: beautifully. Precise, deliberate, with enough push and pull to let you know he was having fun with this. That he enjoyed kissing you.

That he was as much a master at this as he was at Soresu.

And all the while he continued to thrust into you.

"So beautiful," Obi-Wan murmured, breaking away from the kiss with a little suckle to your lower lip. You sighed into him, closing your eyes and leaning your head back as his thrusting sped up just the tiniest bit.

"Missed you," you said, voice breathy from the embrace of his presence. It suddenly overwhelmed you, like you were only now realizing that yes, he was here, he was with you.

He was inside you.

You clenched around him with the sudden rush of emotion, making Obi-Wan moan.

"Darling..."

He began to thrust faster.

The long coat you wore barely did anything to cushion you against the press of the bookshelves on your back, but that was the last thing you cared about right now. Right now all you could think of was the heat building inside you, the rush of arousal, and the weight of Obi-Wan's presence and own arousal, rising around you like the rising of the tide and you were the beach it would inevitably crash into.

You welcomed it. You wanted it.

Obi-Wan sensed it, grunting and thrusting hard into you.

Time began to pass in a haze of pleasure, your mind absolutely spinning with it. The pressure inside you built like a storm, gathering and compressing into a molten center that would eventually snap and release. And at the center of the whirlwind was Obi-Wan. Absorbing and giving you everything you wanted. Everything you needed.

You wanted to absorb and give everything back to him too.

So as your feelings began to rise, it brought you closer and closer to your high. And Obi-Wan could feel it, groaning with each wave that washed over him. It brought him closer too, and his pumping grew faster, and harder.

"Obi-Wan!" you gasped, clutching hard to his back.

His head had fallen back to your neck, and his lips brushed the skin of it with each encouragement he murmured.

"Beautiful," he said. "Let go, darling. I've got you."

You needed nothing else, your body seizing in the most intense and steady climax you'd ever experienced.

As you came, your presence in the Force swelled and glowed, like a beacon for his own release. And Obi-Wan rushed to meet it, thrusting only a few more times into your fluttering walls until his own end crashed over him.

The seed he spilled inside you was incidental compared to the tangling of his presence in the Force with yours, the way it crashed into yours and wrapped around it like they could merge into one. It made you gasp, feeling like every part of you, from the blood in your veins to your mind to your heart was ignited into starlight. And it along with the warmth splashing against your walls reignited your orgasm.

For several minutes, the room was full of nothing but moans of ecstasy and the warmth of the Force. Until finally, in unison, yours and Obi-Wan's bodies relaxed, and the air settled into a calm. Your Force presence still mingled with his, a steady, rhythmic, comforting embrace.

Obi-Wan kissed you. You smiled into it.

"Glad you took out those fangs," you murmured into him, never fully parting your lips.

He smirked a little into you, capturing your lips once again before responding. "Thought you liked the costume."

"I do." You stroked your hand up the fabric on his back and over his shoulder, fingers trailing across the copper hair of his chest. "But knowing me, I was going to catch my tongue on one of those things, dislodge it, and accidentally swallow it. And that would've really ruined the mood."

Obi-Wan burst out laughing. The sound of it was so warm that you couldn't help your soft smile.

Obi-Wan gently pulled out of you, and you could feel the sticky mess of both your releases begin to smear across your thighs. Obi-Wan disappeared briefly, grabbing a towel from his refresher. He cleaned both of you up, and after you both fixed your clothing and you fitted your hat back on, all evidence of what had transpired was hidden.

Until the both of you could bask in each other once again.

Likely later tonight. You and Obi-Wan were insatiable.

"Ready to go through the haunted maze?" you asked, grinning.

Obi-Wan kept a neutral expression. "Of course."

Your grin widened teasingly. It was no secret that the haunted maze was not Obi-Wan's favorite Halloween tradition. "Don't worry, Obi-Wan. I'm sure Anakin will be more than happy to hold your hand."

Obi-Wan's lips quirked. "You're assuming Anakin will actually want to go in there."

It was no secret that Anakin didn't exactly like the haunted maze either. You and Ahsoka, on the other hand, loved it.

"Are you kidding?" you scoffed. "All I have to do is call him a chicken and he'll be running in there."

Obi-Wan smiled fully now. "I bet that Alderaanian bottle of wine of yours that he only lasts five minutes before screaming."

You smirked. "Three minutes."

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augustmourn · 5 months

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Twenty Questions for a Fic Writer

Tagged by @hearthouses and @ladyculebras!

How many works do you have on ao3?

162.

What's your total ao3 word count?

557,449 words.

What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to bounce from fandom to fandom and don't generally return to older ones, so the fandoms I've written for in the past I may not write much or at all in the future. I've written the most works for IT Movies, followed by Star Wars, but more recently I've been writing for The Locked Tomb and Danganronpa. All for the Game is probably my longest-standing fandom I can easily dip back into. I also have a bunch of other fandoms I've tried out writing once or twice for exchanges.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unexpected - 1,192 kudos. Bojack Horseman, Bojack/Mr. Peanutbutter. Fake dating/accidental marriage. For a long time it was the most kudosed fic in the fandom but has now been surpassed by a couple of megacrossovers. I'm pretty proud of this one--I love any fic where I get to stretch my comedy muscles and I've been told it does pretty well at hitting the canon tone.

you know what they say about assumptions - 865 kudos. Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan. Modern AU. Maybe the only modern AU I've ever written? I think it's just had a long time to compile kudos.

Into the Dark - 716 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Time loop.

The Kids Are Alright - 670 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Teen years getting together fic, the only explicit rated fic on this list.

Lights Will Guide You Home - 632 kudos. Star Wars, attempt at plot, eternally unfinished WIP that I started when I was sixteen. I do sometimes think about orphaning it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to. I try to. But I ended up with a backlog that I can never get through and now I mostly just go in bursts and respond to everything on a couple recent fics and leave it at that.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This feels hard to determine! I've written a lot of stories and it's hard to remember all of them, lol. I'm excluding noncon because that's too easy. Scorp's suggestion for this one was quiet birds in circled flight, which is an IT fic where Richie commits suicide. the kind of love (i've been dreaming of) is a Raven Cycle resurrected-and-came-back-wrong fic. an eye for an eye is an All For The Game gore fic where Neil gets his eye taken out and everything is terrible.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Unexpected is an accidental-marriage-turns-real fic that is pretty fluffy. real love is a heart attack is an arranged-marriage-turns-sexy fic. Maybe that's a theme. (Realizing as I go through my fics that I rarely write endings that are really nice or really bad. Usually somewhere in the middle.)

Do you get hate on fics?

I wrote a werewolf porn fic where some people got really mad about the wolf sex in the comments. Other than that, just some unrequested concrit a couple of times.

Do you write smut?

All the time. My nano story from last month ending up gen was the biggest shock of my life.

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

Never have, and I don't know if I ever will. They just don't really appeal to me for some reason.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think it happened in IT fandom, but by the time I went to look into it it was gone already.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! One of my All for the Game fics was translated into Russian.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Never done it. If I did so, I'd definitely want to ask someone who speaks the language to look it over for me.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I think I'm too much of a control freak and also slightly uncertain how it would work.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Whatever I'm currently obsessed with eclipses everything, so I don't know if I have all-timers, but Neil/Riko from All for the Game eats my brain all the time.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Anything from prior fandoms, really. But I can't think of any examples right now. I have a million little bits and pieces floating around in my google drive, but I'm not really thinking about them anymore.

What are your writing strengths?

I love writing smut. Apparently I'm good at dialogue, although I find it painful a lot of the time. When I try for comedy, it tends to land. And I love writing horror and I'm always delighted when people tell me I've genuinely disturbed them, lol.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at plot. It's really hard for me to think of things to happen, which seems like an insane problem for a writer to have, but it's true. And I'm not great at doing any kind of heavy editing. 80% of what I type the first time stays on the page.

First fandom you wrote for?

Hunger Games, when I was 11/12.

Favorite fic you've written?

Oh, man, I think I have a recency bias, but Crashing is definitely the fic I'm proudest of. It's 72k and almost five times as long as the previous longest story I'd ever finished. It was a huge accomplishment and I'm still so happy I did it.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it!

#talking to myself #meme #writing

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ladyxskywalker · 2 years

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MAY 2022 (part one)

fandoms featured on this list; star wars, kenobi, rogue one, the mandalorian, & moon knight 💫

thank you to the amazing fic writers for sharing some wonderful stories with all of us ! & to the kind readers for their support. 💙

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✨ new authors & characters added for the first time !

✨ some authors are mentioned more than once throughout the list, check to see if your works are there !

STAR WARS

✨ Anakin Skywalker

Family (series) by @laserbrains (jedi) (f!reader)

Victory Prize by @laserbrains (jedi!gn!reader)

✨ Boba Fett

Mysterious Man (series) by @aerynwrites (mob au) (f!reader) **

✨ Din Djarin

Echoy’la by @clydesducktape (f!reader)

Fast Cars And Lightning Bolts & Untitled Racing AU One Shot by @littlemisspascal (racing au) (f!reader)

Hands by @againstacecilia (f!reader) **

Petals by @mandelirious

prompt – ‘fake dating at a bar, getting rid of unwanted attention’ by @againstacecilia (f!reader)

✨ FinnPoe

Indivisible (series) by @writefightandflightclub (poly au) (finn x poe x gn!reader) **

✨ Kylo Ren

If I Asked You To Stay, Would You? By @a-reader-and-a-writer (f!reader)

✨ Luke Skywalker

Liquid Courage by @laserbrains (gn!reader)

✨ Obi Wan Kenobi

Certainty by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Chastity Astray by @laserbrains (gn!reader) **

Distraction and Affection by @clints-lucky-arrow (f!reader) **

Family by @sxftmusings (cw: pregnancy, children) (f!reader)

The Lonely Planet by @thranduilsperkybutt (kenobi series) (f!reader) **

Old Box of Stones (preview) by @serkenobi (f!reader) **

Patina by @leiakenobi (kenobi series) (sex pollen) (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Reminiscence (series) by @stardust-kenobi (kenobi) (f!reader) **

Reunited by @ithebookhoarder (ex-jedi!reader)

Senate Luxuries by @clints-lucky-arrow (senator!reader)

Skin & Bones (two parts) by @hellotherekenobi **

So We Refuse to Take It Tragically & No Matter How Many Skies Have Fallen by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (force sensitive) (f!reader) **

Still Wait For You (series) by @serkenobi (knight!obi) (f!reader) **

Stranded (series) by @penfullofwordsaheadfullofstories (afab oc)

Summer Vacation by @serkenobi (uncle!obi au) (f!reader)

To Have and To Hold by @saradika (f!reader) **

To Those We Lose by @kckenobi (kenobi series) (bail organa & obi wan)

prompt – cuddling, whispering words of affection by @labyrinth-runner

✨ Paz Vizsla

All the Time In The World by @maybege (witness protection officer!paz) (f!reader) **

Here Comes the Bride (series) by @maybege (old western au) (a/b/o au) (f!reader) **

✨ Poe Dameron

Let Me Know If There’s Anything I Can Do by @dailyreverie

More Than Friends by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

You Almost Died, And You’re Making Jokes? by @a-reader-and-a-writer (gn!reader)

prompt – ‘faking it, poe sees this as a challenge’ by @budcooper **

ROGUE ONE

✨ Cassian Andor

Our Peace by @uwingdispatch (everyone lives au) (disabled reader) (gn!reader)

MOON KNIGHT

✨ Layla El-Faouly

Under A Golden Sun by @artemiseamoon (f!reader)

✨ Marc Spector

Just Once by @paper-n-ashes (& steven grant x reader) (f!reader) **

Sky And Stars by @softlybarnes

Who Did This To You? by @dailyreverie

prompt – ‘do I really want to know?” & ‘I can't smile at you, I'm mad’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

prompt – ‘trailing kisses from your lover’s lips to their neck’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader) **

✨ Steven Grant

In Your Arms by @losermultifandomidiot (gn!reader)

Love Language by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Oh, Bollocks by @budcooper (gn!reader)

Talk Deity To Me by @starryeyedstories (f!reader)

Tell Me Love Is Endless by @kesskirata

The Distraction by @letterfromvienna (gn!reader) **

Neighbors and Nightmares by @flightlessangelwings (gn!reader)

Our Lonely Hearts (series) by @artemiseamoon (f!reader, ofc)

Spoil You by @stopdropandsteph (gn!reader)

Stone Heart (series); part two by @magpie-to-the-morning (moon knight) (pygmalion au) (demisexual!reader)

Study Session by @letterfromvienna (f!reader) **

prompt – ‘just five more minutes’ & ‘you’re so easily distracted’ by @forever-rogue (f!reader)

** stay tuned for part two, fandom fic recs for triple frontier, pedro pascal, bridgerton, tasm, the batman, adcu, marvel, & charlie hunnam 📖

#star wars fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #kenobi series fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #pxk monthly fic recs 💫#support each other

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battlekilt · 2 years

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what do you think tintin and 67 would dress up as if they got to do halloween?

Hmm. Kamino Tintin and Sixty-seven or Reborn Tintin and Sixty-seven? I'll do both, though I think Kamino them would be a tad boring.

Kamino—

TINTIN would probably dress up as #2224 just to be an ass and boss around everyone around exaggeratedly. He'd filch a supervisory cadet's uniform, make a fake badge. Yes, Cody would hold a grudge. No, Fox would never be sorry. He'll grow up convinced he was a comical genius.

SIXTY-SEVEN would probably dress up as a Kaminoan fishmama. So, they'll ask for a lab coat—Nala Se can't refuse one of her tadpoles. 99 would resize it to fit. They'd find white paint, that would likely be not very good for the kid's skin, and paint him. I just know it ends with Boba crying that HE wants a costume, too—now they are trying to make armor out of cardboard and packing material from the cargo areas.

REBORN-DEAGED

TINTIN—Fox would definitely be a some kind of tooth fairy. The kid is obsessed with teeth, and he's just weird. He and Fordo ended up flapping around together, which is good... because other than the genetic enhancements Fordo got after he was hatched, the two are practically genetic-twins—Fox came from the spare material that made Fordo, after all.

SIXTY-SEVEN—Rex is definitely a little Admiral. He knows he's supposed to be a soldier, but the only kind of military they know anymore is the Navy guys. Plus, that Yularen always brings some great candy, and Rex enjoyed the one time he went with Cody to stay a couple of nights with that Forsil guy. He practiced his salute for soooo long. Tarkin hated it, Yularen couldn't stop taking pictures. Look, the kid is cute, okay? Anakin had an appropriately made version of a little enlisted sailor, who saluted tiny Admiral Rex back.

BONUS

CODY is Vos. Just to make Obi-Wan groan. But, he actually ends up having a lot of fun getting his costume together. Vos gave him books about Vos's homeplanet, and Cody loves books. He got to learn things about the culture, and picked up pieces of language from his planet. He was taught how to make the face paint Vos's people wear before they earn their tattoos. Padme provided the materials for the wig, and Vos taught Cody how to make the locks and what they mean. After this, Vos DEFINITELY becomes Cody's favorite Jedi. At this point, Obi-Wan has accepted his fate.

WOLFFE spent too much time baking and making candies with Plo and Plo's niece to do much for his costume. That's okay, Plo had prearrangements. He had a little Chef's outfit made for Wolffe, complete with extra pockets to stow away candy from Fox's filching little fingers.

FIVES is Princess Ahsoka. Not really much to tell. Think, Disney Princess, dressed by the Amidalan handmaidens, but... Ahsoka. He sobbed with how pretty his headtails were. Fives cries easily.

ECHO was Chancellor Palpatine because he thought it was hilarious. The Chancellor... didn't think so much. He hates these kids and their sneaky Jedi, too.

WAXER & BOIL came to visit with Numa. Her Basic has gotten better, by the way. They were dressed as Ryloth rebels! Painted head to two, complete with fingerprints, and smears streaks.

JESSE is a podracer. Anakin helped him learn how to mimic the noises correctly.

KIX went as a Jedi, but wearing a mask sort of like Plo Koon and a cane like Yoda. He went around bonking his brothers on the head when they got stupid. So, there were a lot of little heads with bumps on top.

THORN & WOOLEY dressed up as Senate Guards. Riyo's family had really nice outfits made for them. Be proud of them, they learned to stand still for a whole eight minutes before they begin to squirm. Usually Wooley, who is younger, so that's okay. Riyo is still proud of him.

NEYO went as a droid. No one asked him where he out the chassis. But, he could navigate in it and everything. There were a lot of shins that got bumped, though.

BACARA got too nervous and chickened out from wearing a costume. Mundi got him to at least wear a nice set of robes, that Bacara ended up loving because they were soft and fluffy, and if he spun in place they billowed around him.

FORDO went as a lightfly—kind of part butterfly and part firefly. He did a lot of arm flappies.

SEVENTEEN went as a saberjowl because he got to scream at people. He didn't expect for Fox to yell back at him so loudly. He has to admit, Windu's little runt has some lungs on him.

LAST OF ALL—

BOBA & OMEGA* went as Clone Troopers. Omega was a little ARC with a lovely tiny Alpha kama that also twirled around her when she spun in circles. Her colors were dark grey, pink, and a lovely aqua. Boba went as a member of the 212th—Obi-Wan almost sobbed. The costumes were definitely hard to have made, but... Nala Se got it done. * They were not de-aged. But they help a lot with the little Clones. Omega is usually back on Kamino with Nala Se, but she spends a lot of time back at the Temple, so she and Boba have grown close.

#clone cadets #clone troopers #captain rex #commander fox #commander cody #commander wolffe #// i am not tagging the rest of the vermin #boba fett #patchmates #au: little troopers

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Codywan Order 63 - Day One, Fantasy / Fake Relationship

A/N: The writing for this fought me the entire time, but I did my best and this is what I was able to turn out in time for the event. Might come back to it later, might not. Totally unbeta'd haha. Very proud of the art, though. Please enjoy Cody's very lovely beard. We support bearded she-dwarves in this house.

Thanks so much for putting this on, @order63.

After three years of it dragging on, unrelenting, it feels unreal. Impossible. But the fallen, empty forms of the Wizard’s machines littering the field around them should be proof enough, she supposes. They’d all collapsed seemingly at once, mid-battle, just—gone out, like extinguished candles.

The war is over.

Three years struggling to fell them with swords and axes and arrows and just about anything else they could scrounge up, and she’d never seen them do that.

A strong hand grips Obi-Wan ‘round to face its owner, undeniable, and Obi-Wan resigns herself to the critical gaze of the warm brown eyes she finds when she glances up.

Cody.

“No, Cody,” Obi-Wan agrees with a small smile, not stepping back the way she perhaps ought to. The other woman is…standing very close. “Nor are you, from the looks of it.”

“You’re not hurt,” the dwarf maiden asserts brusquely after several seconds of assessment of Obi-Wan’s person, as if Obi-Wan isn’t aware of that. Obi-Wan only hears the relieved concern there, she thinks, because she has grown to know Cody so well.

And because Cody is still holding onto her by the shoulders.

Cody scoffs, as though the very notion of her taking injury from one of Sidious’s machines is preposterous. Then, Obi-Wan has seen her commander tackle the thrice-damned things before with nary a scratch, so perhaps it is that.

“We should return to camp,” Cody says, and Obi-Wan can only nod along. “Rejoin with the others. And perhaps that crazy old fool will have returned.”

Obi-Wan snorts as she always does when Cody refers to one of the greatest wizards of their age as the crazy old fool, shaking her head as she finally finds it in herself to step away. “Ever onward, then, Commander,” she says, and tries not to think about how much she’ll miss her when she must return home.

---

Yoda has indeed returned by the time they and their men make it back to camp, joined by Windu the Purple, who seems to have somehow managed to earn Cody’s hard-won respect despite being of the same kind as Yoda. One of them manages to see sense beyond their magic, Cody had grumbled, the one time Obi-Wan asked.

It warms her, to see that they both managed to survive their fight with the dark wizard. Today had been a last stand if it had been anything.

There is much celebrating that night, obviously, in the wake of their victory; Cody’s family and all manner of others that had joined them in the fight for Middle Earth, even a couple of old wizards and a stray hobbit. The ale flows freely, and Obi-Wan’s a little more than fuzzy on most of it by morning.

But she doesn’t think she’ll ever manage to forget the way Cody’s warm brown eyes burned into her own across the fire.

---

Obi-Wan rises early the next morning despite the ache in her skull and sets to work packing her things to head home as soon as she’s finished blinking the sleep out of her eyes.

The longer she waits, she knows, the harder it will be to leave. She’s already dreading her goodbyes to all of these people that she’s fought beside the last few years, not…least of all Cody. She still doesn’t quite know how she will handle the other woman’s departure from her side, where she’s been such a stable fixture through—all of this, but she knows that Cody must return to her home—to her ancestral halls, to her family and all of her responsibilities contained there—and Obi-Wan must return to her own. Goodness knows it will already be an absolute nightmare trying to reclaim her silverware.

If anyone has lain their sticky fingers upon her teapot, Obi-Wan may have to flay them.

All told, packing does not take long. Obi-Wan had not taken much with her when the wizards came, and she does not have much now.

“If you do not at least wear your mithril, I will be very cross with you,” a voice informs her from the entrance. Obi-Wan whirls around to find Cody there, one of her brows raised in judgement as though she thinks Obi-Wan can not see the soft, almost indulgent curve of her mouth, framed as it is by a truly magnificent beard the likes of which Obi-Wan cannot say with honesty that she had fancied prior to their acquaintance—

“It is not as though I’m bound for another battlefield, Cody,” Obi-Wan forces herself to reply, blessedly even. Cody’s lovely eyes narrow, and Obi-Wan sighs as she resigns herself to this conversation.

“That hardly implies safety,” Cody says rather expressively, sure enough. “It is bad enough that I can’t even get you to wear shoes—”

“Hobbit—”

“—but Mahal damn me if I allow us to make this trek with you unprotected entirely!”

Obi-Wan holds up a hand. “Us?”

Cody blinks, looking at Obi-Wan as if she’s stupid. It is, perhaps, a little rude, she thinks. “I am escorting you home,” she informs Obi-Wan like a fact, adjusting the pack over her shoulder that Obi-Wan’s only just noticing.

“Cody, that really isn’t—”

“—up for debate,” Cody smiles, raising her brow again, teasing. “You are a trouble magnet, Kenobi, and it would be a foolish waste to lose you after you’ve managed to survive all this.”

“Well,” Obi-Wan says, intelligently. She hopes Cody reads her red face as embarrassment or exasperation.

Cody winks and reaches down to grab Obi-Wan’s bag, but not before digging her mithril shirt out of it to toss at Obi-Wan. “Glad that’s settled, then.”

---

Obi-Wan is well familiar with the sentiment that one can never truly go home. This was not her first time leaving the Shire to pick up a sword, after all. She’d been…much younger, that first time, but the gentle hills she’d grown up in had felt just as alien when she returned then as they suddenly do now. It had taken her years to truly feel settled again; she supposes it will be much the same now.

Cody’s head appears to remain on a constant swivel as they make their way down the path that leads down into the village, though it seems to be more curiosity now than the constant vigilance it had been the rest of their journey. Like she’s interested in seeing Obi-Wan’s home, rather than just…making sure she returned to it in one piece.

Obi-Wan quickly absolves herself of that notion, shaking her head firmly. She wrestles those feelings back down deep in a locked box where they belong; Cody is only here out of a sense of duty, nothing more. One last act of kindness before Obi-Wan is officially no longer her responsibility. It is far more likely that she is simply fascinated by a landscape so unlike the mountains she is used to.

They pass by the first of the farms at the very edge of the Shire, and Obi-Wan very intently keeps her eyes straight forward. The more she looks at the fields around her, she knows, the more uncanny they will become. And the last thing she needs right this minute is the inevitable scrutiny of her neighbors. Eye contact invites conversation; conversation invites comment.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Cody offers, nudging Obi-Wan gently in the shoulder and giving her a small smile when she turns to give the other woman her attention. “Very peaceful.”

“Quiet and peaceful are not always the same thing,” Obi-Wan snorts. Cody has the grace to ignore the bitter note in her voice, merely inclines her chin as though Obi-Wan has given her a new piece of information and nothing more, and it is moments like these when Obi-Wan thinks she may appreciate Cody the most.

They somehow manage to make it all the way to Obi-Wan’s front door unaccosted despite the staring eyes that had followed them all the way there. She supposes they must be frightened if they all think that they’re seeing a ghost.

Three years is an awfully long time to be away from home to a people who seldom make it further out than Bree.

The door is unlatched but Obi-Wan had hardly expected any different. She rolls her eyes and shoulders it open, ignoring Cody’s incredulous look when she doesn’t have to pull out a key to do so.

Empty. Her home is empty. Everything smaller than her heavy oak furniture that hasn’t been nailed down has been cleared out.

Obi-Wan closes her eyes, tilts her head back, and groans. Cody blinks next to her, brows furrowing together in the middle when she turns from surveying the little hole to look at her.

“This is…not quite what I expected,” Cody admits, and Obi-Wan snorts softly. She heads off to start making her way through the rooms, taking stock of what’s missing and what’s not, Cody trailing along behind her.

“Not exactly cozy is it?” she says wryly, nudging an overturned chest with her toe. “I assure you, this is not the way I left it.”

Cody straightens immediately, her palm finding the pommel of her sword. “Someone did this while you were gone?”

“Assumed I was dead, I imagine,” she says. “This may surprise you, but we aren’t exactly known to be avid adventurers. You fall out of contact long enough and they all just assume you died horribly.”

“And make off with your shit.”

“And make off with your shit.” Obi-Wan snorts, shrugging once before giving Cody a smile she hopes doesn’t look too strained. “It isn’t the first time. I have this well in hand, my dear. You can go, now, I assume they’re all missing you terribly—”

“Obi-Wan, I’m not leaving you to deal with this.” Cody shakes her head firmly, hand still resting on her sword. It’s quite amusing, really, the extent of overkill that truly is in this situation. She’d been able to get her things back with only a little grumbling following the Battle of the Young, and she’d only been barely twenty then and certainly nowhere near as intimidating as a fully grown dwarvish maiden fresh off the battlefield.

“That’s hardly necessary,” Obi-Wan feels compelled to point out, for all that she’s near certain it won’t sway Cody at all.

---

They don’t end up needing to go and retrieve any of Obi-Wan’s things after all, as it turns out.

Obi-Wan’s just finished fixing a pot of tea for the two of them (the cure for everything, as far as she’s concerned, and no-one had absconded with her teapot, luckily) when there’s a knock on the door. Her and Cody both stiffen at the sudden noise but Obi-Wan relaxes first, shoulders loosening even as she feels irritation settle into her features.

“Nothing but a bunch of gossip mongers,” Obi-Wan grumbles, setting the teapot down on the table next to the cups she’d been about to pour. She ignores the amused huff it garners from her guest and settles her hands firmly on her hips, glaring down the hallway that leads to the door.

There’s another knock, louder this time, and Obi-Wan throws her hands up. “Fine. Fine. I’m coming!” she calls out. “Honestly.”

It’s Mrs. Chun at Obi-Wan’s door. Obi-Wan feels her eye twitch.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi!” the woman greets with enthusiasm that only feels a little forced.

She’s holding Obi-Wan’s grandfather’s pipe set and one of her favorite cheese knives.

“Mrs. Chun,” she returns, polite enough.

“We hadn’t realized you’d gone and gotten married!” the woman says, all but shoving her armload at Obi-Wan. “You have our congratulations, of course.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, no, dear, don’t apologize!” Mrs. Chun says. “I suppose you must have been staying with your wife’s family all this time, then. How wonderful!” She leans in close, as if they are trading secrets, now. Obi-Wan tenses all the way down her spine at the proximity. “What was that like?”

“Cold.” There’s suddenly an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist, tugging her back a little further from the door—and their guest. Cody. “The mountains didn’t agree with Obi’s constitution.” Obi, Obi, Obi— “Goodbye.”

The door is shut in Obi-Wan’s neighbor’s face before she’s able to finish processing—any of that—but she can’t particularly say that she minds, social faux-pas or not.

“Obi-Wan, what in the name of—”

“I haven’t the faintest,” Obi-Wan manages, carefully extracting herself from Cody’s grip to set down the—gifts?—from the Chuns.

“Your neighbor seems to think we’re married,” Cody says, question obvious in her tone. Obi-Wan opens her mouth to say—something—but cuts off when there’s another knock at the door.

It’s one of Obi-Wan’s cousins that she no longer remembers the name or the specific relation of. Obi-Wan is offered a shoulder-slapping congratulations, a half-teasing comment that the family hadn’t thought she’d ever marry (ouch) but that they perhaps should have expected something like a dwarf from her (whatever that was supposed to mean), and is summarily gifted her own silverware as what she assumes is supposed to be a wedding present.

The cousin departs (flees) before Obi-Wan can realize that the set is missing its soup spoons. Obi-Wan blinks at her closed door once, twice, and swears.

“Obi-Wan?”

“Hobbits also disappear when we get married. Shit. Shit!”

“Obi-Wan, what are you talking about?”

Obi-Wan starts pacing. She knows she must look like she’s lost the plot, marching back and forth in front of her front door like this, but she suddenly needs to move. “Hobbits elope. We elope. It’s the only way to get anything approaching peace or privacy for the process but I forgot because I’m hardly sought after—”

“Foolish.”

“—Yes, thank you, Cody, I know.” Obi-Wan spins on a heel, starts walking in the other direction.

“That’s not what I meant, Obi-Wan.”

Her heel strikes the floor with a distinct sound. She spins again. “So when I came back with you—”

“They assumed we got married.” Obi-Wan stop pacing to bury her overheated face in her hands while she waits for Cody to process this, and is very surprised when the other woman laughs, of all things.

Obi-Wan peers through her fingers to find Cody’s mouth split into a dazzling grin, warm eyes dancing with humor. “Well, I think I might have an idea for how we can get you your things back.”

#codywan #rule 63 #Codywan Order 63 event #order 63 #middle earth au

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ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing · 2 years

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Only Fools Fall in Love (#13 Whumptober 2022)

Prompt: Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

Fandom: Star Wars- All Media Types, Star Wars - The Clone Wars (2008)

Pairing: Vader/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Rating: Teen & Up

Warnings:

Summary: The war was over.

And yet, Obi-Wan had never felt as hollow as he did at that moment, the door to lockup shutting behind him with a finality that echoed through his ship.

It might have something to do with the man he left snarling behind the tranparisteel, face contorted so that Anakin was almost a distant memory.

--- Fic Under the Cut ---

“Are you here to break me out?”

Vader’s smile was unnerving, the crimson between his teeth a reminder of how hard it had been to lock him up in the first place. He hadn’t gone easy and the reports that Obi-Wan was sending back to the Republic were a testament to that.

“I’m afraid not, dear one,” Obi-Wan said, trying to ignore the ache in his chest when the endearment slipped out.

Vader caught onto his internal struggle right away.

“Am I really your dear one anymore, Obi-Wan?” he asked with a scoff, gesturing around him, “When was the last time someone dear to you was in the prison of your ship?”

The suppression cuffs around his hands painted his face in an eerie blue, his eyes shining with anger that was just barely concealed.

He was holding back, but Obi-Wan knew he wouldn’t have him in it to pretend for long.

“I think this might be the first time,” Obi-Wan replied evenly, “Rest assured you’re still just as special as the first time I met you. You’re also the first person to lie to me about who you are.”

“Isn’t that the worst part?” Vader said with a smirk, voice imitating something like sympathy, “I didn’t have to lie. I am Anakin Skywalker. It was my name before my master gave me another. Just because you didn’t realize that I had a new name, doesn’t mean that you didn’t fall for the enemy.”

“Well, then I guess we’ve both made fools of ourselves, haven’t we?” Obi-Wan asked quietly, “Because I wasn’t the only person who fell for the enemy.”

Obi-Wan knelt down so that their faces were almost touching—kept apart only by the transparisteel between them—and rested his hands on his knees.

“I might not be as force-sensitive as you but I know enough to know real emotions from fake. And that night in Cato Neimoidia is proof.”

“Cato Neimoidia doesn’t count,” Vader snarked back at him.

“It counts to me,” Obi-Wan told him quietly, “If- If I thought that we could get back to that…”

He looked down the hall to where some of the troopers were keeping watch, making sure that no one would come in or out of the prison, lest Vader escape.

“You’d what?” Vader scoffed, “Undo what’s been done? Try to go back and fix things? Just what do you think someone as insignificant as you could do? The Negotiator. Is it really a title to be proud of? What use is a negotiator in a war where negotiations have already failed?”

“Perhaps you’re right,” Obi-Wan agreed softly, “But that night I wasn’t the Negotiator…”

He trailed off for a moment.

“...And you weren’t Vader. We were just Obi-Wan and Anakin. I can’t help but wish we could go back to that.”

“Cato Neimoidia wasn’t what you thought it was,” Vader said darkly, “It wasn’t the whirlwind romance you thought it was, Obi-Wan. The only reason I seemed happy is because you gave up Republic secrets while lying between the sheets with your enemy. The only fool here is you.”

His heart was beating in his chest painfully, blood rushing in his ears at the words he’d been afraid to hear as he’d walked through the door to confront his once lover.

Anakin Skywalker.

Darth Vader.

They’d seemed like such different people that Obi-Wan had never even considered that they were the same person when they’d met and he’d certainly never thought about it as they’d fallen into bed with each other.

It was almost fitting, that Obi-Wan’s only attempt at love since the disastrous try with Siri, would end up being with one of the leading Sith in the battle against the Confederacy.

Obi-Wan just wasn’t able to learn, it seemed, that he wasn’t meant for love.

“I suppose I am,” Obi-Wan agreed, “And I suppose we are done here.”

“We were done the moment you realized who I was,” Vader snarled at him, “And yet you chose to drag it out anyway. Pathetic.”

“Most definitely,” Obi-Wan agreed as he stood up, “Only a fool would have tried to still find some of Anakin left in you. I’m not sure who you fooled better. Me or yourself.”

Obi-Wan turned away from Vader, stomach roiling as he started to walk down the corridor.

He had casualty reports to finish and a council to report to.

Darth Vader was captured.

Darth Sidious was dead.

The war was over.

And yet, Obi-Wan had never felt as hollow as he did at that moment, the door to lockup shutting behind him with a finality that echoed through his ship.

#are you here to break me out?#whumptober2022 #no.13 #star wars #fic #obikin #obi-wan kenobi #suitless vader #raised as a sith anakin skywalker #star wars fanfiction #musicsoul1982 whumps

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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

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shootingstarpilot · 2 years

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Questions 1, 4, and 7 for back then, I was dauntless?

Mate, I am so filled with delight right now you have no idea thank you so much.

1. What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Honestly, this series was written so out of order- first was “just know i loved you all along,” then “though some would harm you” was published as a second chapter, then I deleted that and expanded it and republished it as a separate fic, and THEN wellsdrop commented wondering WHY Dooku faked Obi-Wan’s death, and suddenly “because he’s an ass” wasn’t standing up to self-scrutiny anymore, so I had to come up with a reason, and my brain took that and ran with it and produced BTIWD. I’m just along for the ride.

4. What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

Ooooh. “Small spaces, perhaps,” I think. I am absolutely obsessed with the idea of small lives learning to be big, of coming to terms with the fact that they are just as big and important as anyone else, that it’s only by virtue of being forced into small spaces that they became small, and I think that conversation between Cody and Obi-Wan really sums it up nicely.

7. Where did the title come from?

Listen, “The Calling” by The Amazing Devil kicks ass, okay? I heard that line and went yes. 12/10, excellent song, highly recommend it!

Thank you so much for the ask! Check out “back then, i was dauntless” if you haven’t yet, this series is my baby and I’m so proud of it <3

#fandom ask game #shoulder the sky #thank you so much gundark!!#i feel very official <3

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tennessoui · 2 years

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The waters of parenthood are further muddied when Anakin takes the twins to visit his mother and dashing naval officer padme is there. He keeps glaring at her and not letting the twins near her because he knows who was responsible for that extra delay in his mate coming home, but now everyone there is asking if padme is actually the heartbreaker alpha parent, as there's been rumours it wasn't his husband Ben Kenobi (not a brilliant match, but no relation to the pirate thankfully)

Lol it could just be my obikin fanatic in me, but I feel like there is no way any townsperson could see Anakin and Obi-Wan together and not think they’re the most purest of love matches—the brilliantest of brilliance. That scene in ROTS where Obi-Wan is telling Anakin how proud of him he is? Yeah, this Obi-Wan looks at Anakin like that all the time. That’s his default look. If anything, the townspeople start a fund for the family so that Obi-Wan can stay home more with his husband, who so obviously loves him just as much.

(In my mind he’s also gone like. 2months of the year maximum. Maybe 3. They’d been very successful at pirating before Anakin fell pregnant.)

I think if Padmé knew of the children and where Anakin was generally, she’d absolutely track him him down because she’s seen him with Obi-Wan before. She knows who he is, even if Shmi is willing to turn a blind eye. Someone else sent an ask about the burning of the manor, and tbh I can see it happening only if it were Obi-Wan and Anakin themselves burning it down to fake the deaths of the kids and Anakin himself so as to move somewhere else without Naval Admiral Padmé’s watchful eye on them.

#asks #pirates of the caribbean au #this just isn’t a dynamic im this au that I can actually see working #their priorities are too different for friendship #and I don’t write anything but #so SOL here #also I like the idea of Padmé being the law abiding one but also sorta the bad guy #I think that’s cool #because you know #pirates #squick tag: a/b/o

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seekingthemacguffin · 2 years

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Apologies to my entire dash but I am shifting into Star Wars mode. My apologies for the number of posts I am about to inflict upon you over the next few days.

Random thoughts about the first two episodes of Obi-Wan Kenobi under the cut. Spoilers galore.

Some things that stood out:

I was expecting them to hit us with the Order 66 feels, and sure enough they did.

Seeing Obi-Wan in hiding and not helping people is just as awful as I thought it would be. Watching him refuse to help a jedi on the run hurt the most, but seeing all the other moments where he refuses to step in was painful too.

Alderaan! So nice to go to a planet that isn’t sand.

THE ORGANAS. Bail is my favorite side character who never got the screentime he deserved, and I’m so happy they decided to include him in this show. Everything about his interactions with Leia is perfect.

I was so looking forward to seeing Obi-Wan and Bail and I was excited about them, but I thought we wouldn’t get more than a glimpse of the kids. The amount of Leia content caught me completely by surprise and I am beyond delighted. That little girl is the embodiment of the Leia we know and love and I am SO IMPRESSED. Carrie Fisher would be proud. Every time she opened her mouth I wanted to cheer.

The toy ship. I don’t even know how to express how much the toy got to me. The fact that Obi-Wan is poor as dirt and still saved up to buy it? That he spent time fixing it? That he knew Luke is interested in flying so he picked out a ship? That it is the toy we see as part of Luke’s introduction in A New Hope? Right in the feels.

Leia’s outfits. They did such a good job of calling out both OT Leia and Padme’s clothes.

The fake jedi. They did so much with this character in so little time -- showing how people are taking advantage of others, but also showing that in spite of the Empire trying to wipe out the memory of the jedi, the galaxy still remembers. They know that the jedi were kind, that the jedi tried helped those in need.

The clone vet broke my heart a little bit.

I hope Lola gets fixed because she is adorable.

It struck the right balance of referencing other pieces of Star Wars and drawing parallels without being too over-the-top about it. This felt new and like it has a story to tell, it’s not just about the nostalgia bait.

I was seriously impressed by the actress playing Reva. In a show where almost every single named character is somebody we know from one of the movies or TV shows and are excited about seeing again, she is playing one of the only characters unknown to us. I was worried she would get lost in the shuffle because of it but I was RIVETED to her every time she was onscreen. Absolutely fabulous job.

I was a bit confused about the Grand Inquisitor. Is he going to survive that fatal-looking wound, or are they going to retcon Rebels?

I was so worried about how this show would go but so far I have no complaints whatsoever. I sustained so much emotional damage tonight and I will be back for more next week.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #Star Wars

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worfianism · 2 years

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Obi Wan Kenobi Ep 2 Live Thoughts, Spoilers ahead

OH my heart is aching, a clone (looks like 501st as well, which means he probs recognises Obi-Wan)

Obi doesn't even know about the chips and he still gave money to the clone

There's always a Jedi who helps people

oooo he's a fake jedi (also omg it's kumail nanjiani) but I'm worried. It looks like he "helps" force sensitives to safety but is he actually sending them to safety?

Sassy Obi is back and he's annoyed

Okay the fake jedi actually does help people but obviously also swindles them

oooo thats a zabrak

damn obi has still got it and he's still throwing out those cocky one liners

see some of the suspense is taken out of this whole predicament considering we know they all survive till ANH

Leia is always expecting an army to rescue her, she knows what she deserves

Sassy Obi meet Sassy Leia, if anakin hadn't fucked up so badly, you would have been an iconic duo

Listen obvs don't want Reva to catch obi but the grand inquisitor screwing her over is not cool

Also I legit have no idea how they thought his whole "least of us" speech to Reva wasn't yikes

Obi's little sigh of "ugh how annoying" when he realises the bounty hunters are looking for him is peak Obi

Obi buying gloves for Leia 🥺🥺🥺

Leia is so unbothered, she's just like make me float

OMG SHES DOING THE PEOPLE READING THING ON OBI

Obi totally smirked at her doing that, he's secretly proud

I like this little power struggle going on between Reva and TGI

Also all the best villains are obsessed with Obi Wan

Obi Wan just cannot be the bad guy can he, he's like "Good" and then asked about her little droid

Your father is a very old friend has a very sad double meaning there, he protects Leia out of loyalty to Bail AND Anakin

Reva why you doing parkour right now

Also Obi Wan genuinely drawing attention to himself to keep Leia safe

OMG OBI WAN USING THE FORCE TO MAKE LEIA FLOAT

It did look like it was a strain on him though, I feel like he legit hasn't used the force at all in 10 years

HE REMEMBERED HIS NAME

Haja may be a scoundrel but he is a jedi supporter so it makes him okay in my book

You're not alone OBI-WAN. He called him OBI WAN

Haja trying to buy Obi some time 🥺🥺🥺

Leia REMINDS HIM OF SOMEONE 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Leia my precious child I'm so glad you grow up to become one of my favourite characters

Obi Wan could have been such a good uncle to the skywalker twins if only Anakin hasn't messed up

HOW DID HE NOT KNOW???????? OH GOD OBI WAN FINDING OUT IS HEART BREAKING

SHE KILLED HIM?? That doesnt make sense, TGI is still alive during rebels which is another five years from now? unless it's a different one to this one?

ANAKIN

THAT ENDING THOUGH, MY HEART

Amazing second episode. How did Obi not know though??? Vader is legit second in command of the empire and has been for 10 years

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #v makes a post #v watches x

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gywin97 · 2 years

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Imagine the potential of a Clone Wars style TV series set between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back.

Luke “YOLO” Skywalker with a laser sword, no master, no training, bullshitting his way through the galaxy and somehow saving everyone despite having absolutely no idea??? what he’s doing????

Han “I won’t say I’m in love” Solo having a midlife crisis because he’s supposed to be a scoundrel?? But now he’s a rebel GENERAL and not sure how that happened? Also he may be in love with a actual princess what even is his life now???

Leia Organa being the youngest general in history, who can command a entire resistance but not legally order a drink yet. Who also accidentally uses the force on a regular basis but purposefully ignores it because there is already one feral wizard on the team and she has a actual job thank you very much.

Chewie having the time of his LIFE watching Han and Leia stumble around each other, providing the WORST wingman advice in the history of the galaxy. Also Wookie’s can live 600 years so there’s a damn good chance he’s heard of another reckless General Skywalker with a laser sword and should he mention that? No? Nah it’s probably nothing.

R2D2 knowing DAMN WELL who Darth Vader is and knowing Luke and Leia are twins and not telling anyone because he ain’t no snitch. Also he knows Tano and Ezra are out there somewhere and could train Luke but nah, this is way more fun.

Ahsoka “living cryptid” Tano trying to do her own shit when she hears about a Skywalker with a blue lightsaber running around and not believing it, nope, fake news.

Darth Vader realizing Luke is his son and losing his damn mind because we never got to see his reaction. Padme and he have a child who’s alive and force-sensitive and he’s on the wrong but he’s such a good pilot Vader’s so proud.

Vader banging his head on the wall because he searched for Obi-Wan for TWO KRIFFING DECADES and of COURSE the bitch was on TATOOINE with Vader’s SON, who was living under his REAL LAST NAME

Vader wondering how the hell Luke got R2D2??? and C3PO?? And is that his old lightsaber??? Palpatine sir we need to talk.

Like imagine the shenanigans. The character development. The pure chaos of THREE SKYWALKER’S alive at the same time.

Like:

Luke watching old Holo Vids of Clone War jedi and trying to copy the moves in his bedroom and Leia stop laughing this is serious jedi business LEIA-

"Luke why is there a hole in the wall shaped like your foot?”

“...Have you ever heard of Ataru?”

Luke and Han offering to teach Leia hand-to-hand and she absolutely wipes the floor with them. Han’s in love; Luke is in pain.

Han and Leia have to go undercover as a married couple for a mission and it goes as well as you think.

Luke Skywalker being the Chekov of the Alliance.

“Oh good, he’s nineteen.”

“We need someone to undertake this extremely risky mission-”

“I can do that! I can do that!”

Captain Rex still working for the Rebel Alliance, running into Luke and R2D2 in the hallway and having Vietnam flashbacks.

Rex telling Luke about Clone War Era Anakin - never saying he became Vader, but making sure Anakin’s son knows who his father really was. Rex becoming Luke’s family, because this kid lost his entire life in like 5 hours someone help him please

“Uncle Rex!”

*choking back tears* “Yeah, kid?”

Force Ghosts like Obi-Wan, Windu, and Plo Koon popping in at random to give advice. They regularly bicker with each other, but Luke and Leia are the only one’s who can see them. Han see’s them talking to themselves and is concerned

Cobb Vanth calling the Rebels for help when Imperials set up mines near Moss Pelgo. Can’t believe when old Wormie Lar’s shows up

“I blew up the Death Star!”

“Sure, Wormie. And I’m gonna be the town Marshal someday.”

“Yeah, you left your part-time job a Peli’s garage without warning her she’s might actually kill you.”

Other force-sensitives in the Alliance besides Luke. Luke having friends who understand because they’re just as scared and confused. None of them have any idea what they’re doing but they’re all doing their best, ok?

Luke meeting a force-sensitive Mandalorian named Korkie Kryze who looks a LOT like a young Obi-Wan and he has questions

Luke: *Finds a Sith Holocron* “Oh cool!”

Obi-Wan’s ghost: “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me-”

Han dodging both Boba Fett and Cad Bane. Han and Din knowing each other from past jobs.

Din taking a bounty on Han Solo and Chewie. Din going after LUKE, because he thinks he’s Han’s new crew member and look this isn’t personal, please stop looking at me like that

“Call me...uh, Wormie!”

“...Mando.”

(Luke doesn’t recognize him later in his shiny new armor. Din not recognizing Jedi!Luke later because he met a boyish farmboy and wait what do you mean that Jedi was Wormie, Han Solo’s smuggler co-pilot?!?!)

A grown-up Omega joining the Alliance. Sabine Wren and Leia training. Fennic Shand popping in as a anti-hero. Mentions and references of the Rogue One crew. Cara working in the alliance as a shock trooper and getting a proper backstory.

Just...original trilogy expansion WITHOUT betraying the characters (looking at you, Sequeal! Luke) or dramatically changing the original plot. Yeah, that takes some finagling but hey it worked last time.

Watching them go from ‘allies of convenience’ to ‘I will walk out of a base during a snowstorm on Hoth to find you’ friends.

*Add any other ideas you have!

#star wars #clone wars #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #Han Solo #captain rex #hanleia #dinluke #if ya squint #Ahsoka Tano

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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In Which Palpatine Leaves the Door Open

So, @purronronner suggested this on discord:

au where anakin finds out about palpatine during clone wars era like, coming in for a visit and overhears a conversation with Dooku about war planning he’s been pulled between palpatine and the Jedi/obi-wan/various things but I want to see him pulled between palpatine and his men could go either way on the sith part of the reveal even

palpatine is not aware! unless anakin’s course of action is to go “hey palpatine I must have misunderstood something right? :(“

(This was a group effort but there's a thing I wrote that requires this context so please bear with me.)

I'm just imagining Anakin backing out, closing the door, and turning to the Corrie Guard by the door to say a thing... and not finding words.

Eventually "Did you guys know he was evil?" "He's a politician, sir." "But like the evil ranting..." "He's a politician. Sir."

He's willing to use his men to save R2, but that's because R2 was part of the team and helping, not arranging battles to make things worse.

Anakin: Normally, I'd go to Palpatine to talk about my problems, but right now he is the problem... Obi-Wan and Yoda are off-planet.... Anakin, phoning up Padme: Help?

Per @atagotiak we also have some Intense Thoughts

Oh hey. The deception arc. And the subsequent argument that we don't see and stuff. Like there's all the ways you could justify it especially from an opsec standpoint (If Anakin acts like that around Padme why would anyone assume he can keep a secret about anything?) And it was a pretty tactically important thing for the war as far as anyone knew. But just. I've heard some people say that perhaps also Obi-Wan reasoned that hurting Anakin is an ok price to pay to make sure someone Anakin cares for doesn't die for real which seems plausible enough.

Anyways. My point is. Anakin gets a front row seat to sheevception when he actually sorta knows whats going on. Gets sidetracked halfway through yelling and stuff to think about how convoluted this whole mess is.

For more clone-centric things all the times Palpatine's like "I wish I could do more, it's truly regrettable, but..." Would just seem awfully fake now.

Anakin, belatedly: Wait, does this mean that, behind all the layers of bullshit, Palpatine was the one trying to kill Padme at the start of the war???

WHICH IS WHAT LEADS TO A WHOLE LOT OF FUN and yes this is the part I'm sort of proud of.

Okay so: Anakin's a shit liar, yes?

After he meanders over to Padme and has a breakdown, he then goes off to tell the Council about all this. I imagine she goes with him as moral support, and also because she wants to protect him from them calling him out on his legitimately terrible decisions. They're trying to come up with a plan to take Palpatine down without tipping their hands too early, because they need to investigate; for the sake of this plot point, we'll say that Palpatine mentioned a contingency plan while talking to Dooku, even if he didn't directly name the chips.

Someone mentions that Palpatine is going to ask to see Anakin, because he does regularly. And, as experience has shown, there is very little that will stop Palpatine from insisting that Anakin come see him. They can stall for a bit, maybe, but not for long.

"You could send me to the other side of the galaxy," Anakin suggests. "Short notice, so sorry, won't be around for a bit."

They point out that won't work forever.

"So... arrest me, or put me on a mental health hold?" Anakin tries. "Say I got violent at civilians or the clones for no reason and you need to make sure I won't hurt him, and then even if he visits me in the cell, I don't have to act normal 'cause he'll EXPECT me to be upset."

Palpatine presumably has spies all over, so he'd know that hadn't actually happened. Also, Anakin's too important to the war effort for anything short of a cold-blooded murder of an innocent, and they can't just take him off the field without an absolutely massive violation of the Code or his orders.

"Tell him I Fell," Anakin offers.

A Sith Lord would be able to feel that from across the galaxy, if it had happened, especially with the amount of time that he's put into grooming Anakin.

"Oh," Anakin says, and his stomach drops out as he realizes that he can either keep his secrets, or keep people alive.

He thinks about how Palpatine had targeted Padme already, and how if Palpatine thinks Anakin's betrayed him, then he'll probably do that again.

He thinks about 'a Sith Lord would know' and realizes... well.

Anakin values his freedom, but he also values his men, his padawan, his master, his wife... the wife that's in danger if Palpatine knows that Anakin caught him out.

The Order has to keep Anakin away from Palpatine. They need an excuse to arrest him. They need an excuse to hide him away, one that Palpatine won't question too hard.

A Sith Lord would know if Anakin fell. Even if he came back afterwards.

"So... so tell him you found out about the Tusken Massacre."

The what.

"...tell him you found out about the time I actually did Fall," Anakin says, squeezing Padme's hand. She knows. She's the only one who knows, on Coruscant, other than the Sith they're hunting. "On... on Tatooine. You can claim it was an anonymous tip. He already knows about that one. He's one of the only two people outside Tatooine that do. He might not question it."

(He won't question it.)

What did you do, Skywalker.

"I killed... a lot of people. A Tusken tribe. Including the children. Right before the war hit."

----

It's a hell of a way to fall on his figurative sword.

(Mace is... both impressed that Anakin would take the hit to make sure they can handle the Palpatine problem, and horrified about the Massacre, because... who wouldn't be.)

(Mace is unfortunately Anakin's main handler on this project.)

Anakin puts in so much effort, all the time, into not Falling, so it’s surprisingly (terrifyingly!) easy for him to fake a 'near miss' with the Dark just by thinking really hard about things that make him angry. Nobody wants him actually Falling for the ploy if they can help it, but they need to sell the bit, and Anakin's... well. He's Anakin. It's easy to think about his own emotional volatility until any control goes out the window.

He's sacrificing a lot for this mission! It's fine! He's fine!

(Padme, the council is judging you so hard right now.)

Palpatine comes to visit Anakin in prison, and it is very easy for Anakin to disguise his anger as... a different anger. I have a very intense mental image of Anakin working himself up into a frenzy when Palpatine comes to visit, and then at some point in the following conversation he just snaps something about how "you said they were animals who deserved to die."

The Council can even eke it out a bit, make it so they don't want to admit why Anakin's in prison or under a psychiatric hold or whatever they claim it is, so their "I'm hiding something vibes" look like "I'm hiding the fact that one of our most recognizable war heroes just came clean as a mass murderer and we have no idea how to handle it" instead of "I'm hiding that we know you're a Sith Lord and are working to take you down."

Obi-Wan comes back from an off-world mission to find out that Mace arrested his former padawan and Ahsoka hasn't stopped crying for three days because nobody will tell her what's going on.

(The Council decided this couldn't be risked on even an encrypted comm.)

(They maybe tell him soon enough? But also they might treat it like the Hardeen thing and use his reaction as fuel to keep Palpatine convinced.)

SKYGUY GOT ARRESTED AND NOBODY'S EXPLAINING WHY.

Rex is overwhelmed because it's been his job to keep her calm.

Anyway, padawanship has been temporarily transferred to the grandmaster. You were half-training her anyway.

Insert a subplot about Obi-Wan being horrified and betrayed and aiming the feeling at Padme because she knew about the Tuskens and never told.

#Anakin Skywalker #Sheev Palpatine #Obi Wan Kenobi #Padme Amidala #Mace Windu #star wars #the clone wars #Tusken Massacre #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Phoenix Posts

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Quinlan's hands had dropped to his face sometime ago. Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure how to comfort him. He had asked, and quite frankly, Obi-Wan could really use the help of another shadow for the final Kamino infiltration.

"I know it's a lot to take in—" he began softly, only to be cut of by a hoarse chuckle.

"You really don't see it, do you?" Quinlan asked, looking up at him incredulously.

"See what?" the time traveler asked nervously, twisting to stare at the holoboard mapping Sidious' master plan, a carefully constructed counter at the end of every twisting vine strangling the republic.

"What this looks like!" Quinlan replied, gesturing broadly.

"I'd say it looks terrifying," Obi-Wan answered dryly. "And you can see why, given Palpatine's position, I've had to respond secretly."

"Respond!" Quinlan ran a hand through his hair, barking out another laugh. "Respond. For fuck’s sake, if it were anyone but you telling me this—and if you were telling anyone but me—Obi-Wan you haven't just responded, you've won."

"Well—" Obi-Wan hedged, edges of his lips curling up. "I admit, it would be very difficult for the Sith to win at this point, even should I die, I've got deadman's messages prepared for the Council and relevant Senate members. Still, my current defense against the clone army is hardly acceptable, so you see why I need your help infiltrating the Kamino command center when I make my move—"

"Obi-Wan." Vos pressed his hands together, thumbs digging into his chin and inhaling sharply. "That's not what I mean. I mean that you, Obi-Wan Kenobi, have won the galaxy. You could literally declare yourself Emperor today."

Obi-Wan scoffed. "Don't be absurd. What, just because I've got the command codes to disable the droid army and the bombs under the Senate and Temple?"

"Or activate them," Quinlan said gently.

Obi-Wan scowled. "Don't joke about that—I would never—"

"I know," the psychometric interrupted, tone careful. "I know you wouldn't. But you could."

Obi-Wan shifted uneasily, staring at his plans again. It...had occurred to him of course, that an unscrupulous actor could do tremendous damage with the information he had painstakingly acquired. It had been difficult, to thread the line of giving Sidious and his allies the rope they needed to hang themselves, while still making sure he could pull it taught at the critical juncture. He had been proud of how he had managed, but the end result was...an awful lot of power. Consolidated in his hands, instead of Palpatine’s.

“I still couldn’t—this still isn’t enough to actually control the galaxy, that’s the point. Sidious needs war to break out first, and he needs to be seen as the one whose ending it, first—it’s the only way to get the more influential democratic systems to give up their powers. Anyway, back to the point, I obviously would rather not take away the clone’s freewill, even with something as innocuous as Order 6, which is why I need you to disable the orders at the command center.”

“Yes, Obi-Wan, I’m on board with the plan, I just—” Knight Vos pressed his hands to his eyes, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t believe I have to explain this to you—you already have the power that Sidious would need a war to achieve.”

“What are you talking about? No I—”

“You’re rich!” Vos burst into motion, flipping frantically through glowing screens to pull up the distribution of BK’s funding. “You’re funding the non-partisan corruption watchdog movement, and providing social services—if that was public knowledge—if any of this was public knowledge—you would instantly be a shoo in for Supreme Chancellor.”

"That’s...an exaggeration,” Obi-Wan protested.

“Is it?” Quinlan asked manically. “You are in the top 10,000 wealthiest people in the galaxy. And, unlike the other 9,999, your funds are clean. No trade federation, no blanking clans, no mining guilds. Just incredibly popular music and ridiculously smart and/or lucky investments in value neutral to actively humanitarian businesses. Can you imagine how much the good leaders would respect you, if they found out all this? How much the gold-diggers would try to cozy up to you, when they find out that you’re just giving away your multiple fortunes, try to encourage you to invest in infrastructure projects on their homeworlds—”

"I—”

“And that’s not even the whole picture! That’s just where the money is coming from, and how it’s being used. BK already has a cult. People adore him. The clones already feel like the owe him, since it’s public knowledge that he’s a major supporter for the resettlement program—when they learn about the anti-chip stuff—Obi-Wan Kenobi is going to have statues put up once you uncover Sidious’s plots—”

“I don’t want people to know about the vode’s chips—integration is difficult enough already,” Obi-Wan said lowly.

“Yes, fine,” Quinlan said, pulling up the alarming schematics of the droid foundries. “The trade federation’s still on thin ice after the documentation of their maneuvers of Naboo—When the galaxy sees these—learns you're blowing them all up before they pull a Naboo on the entire galaxy—they’re going lose their minds. Obi-Wan, it would be so easy for you to control the galaxy right now. I know the Sith did the groundwork and you were just ripping away the reins from the guy who actually did want that, but you were scarily successful. You actually have the narrative that Palpatine is trying to fake.”

Quinlan paused, smirking. “And you’re way hotter. Pretty sure if you came out in all black and said you want to grind the galaxy to dust beneath your heel, people would line up to get stepped on.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, falling back into a chair. “...I don’t...I didn’t...see it that way.”

The Kiffar Knight sighed. “Like I said if it was anyone else—but you’re you, and I’m me, and I 100% believe you when you say you successfully plotted total galactic domination accidentally. Just...let’s pull the rug out from this guy’s feet before we tell the council, or I think they’ll have to arrest you.”

(rest of this au here)

#star wars #my au #pop star wars au #star wars au no 3 #I am a little sorry for not posting this story REMOTELY in order #this au lives in my head all day everyday y'all are just getting the parts that spillover #it's just really not about the plot #but plot happened anyway because I delved to deep and too greedily #crack

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