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Luke: Okay, before we get married, I just have one question.
Din: Of course, anything.
Luke: Have you had a life changing experience on Tatooine, or any other desert planet for that matter?
Din: Uh, I'd say so. Why?
Luke: To be a part of this family, you have to have really strong feelings about sand.
Din: ...I feel like if I start that conversation I'm gonna regret it.
Luke: I mean, yeah, probably.
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thatbxolivia · 9 days
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you’d been acting like a brat all day.
anakin hated using that word, really, he did. you were a kind and good hearted soul, but today you were acting like a brat.
you fought him getting up, you refused breakfast, whined all day, kept talking back, and to top it all off, you were rude to obiwan when he tried to give you a hug!
anakin had enough.
“get in the house.” he said sternly, closing the door behind you. you muttered under your breath about how stupid this all was and how you were a big girl and he couldn’t tell you what to do. “say it again, y/n.” he said, not using a nickname. you hung your head low and shuffled inside, going into your room and locking the door behind you. you threw your bag across the room and screamed. you didn’t know why you were being this way today either, but now daddy hated you. you heard quick footsteps coming to you and daddy tried to open the door, sighing when it was locked. “absolutely not, open the door. you know better!” he said, raising his voice slightly, knocking. “y/n, you know the rules, this door stays unlocked, always!” he banged on the door again. you unlocked it and tried to shove him out. “absolutely not.” he muttered, man handling you to turn around and bend over the bed. “keep going.” he taunted, holding you over the bed with your hands behind your back. “what’s gotten into you?” he questioned, genuinely concerned. you were getting a punishment, that wasn’t up for debate, but he still wanted to know so he could maybe make you feel better.
“i don’t know!” you sobbed. “let me go!” you cried, kicking. daddy used his knee to hold your legs down, forcing you to be still.
“you need to breathe.” was all he said, sighing. he loved you so much and he would never leave you but this was becoming an issue. he had a feeling you’d gone off your meds again, and he was seeing now that this was something you needed him to manage for you. this was an issue, like he said, and he needed to correct it. he would do so by handing out medication for you and dispensing it when needed. but before that, he had to correct your attitude. your medicine, or lack thereof, explained your behavior but it did not excuse it. “what’d you do today?”
“i was mean.” you whined. daddy nodded.
“what else? you’re not getting off that easy.” he said.
“i was mean to obi wan, i was mean to you, and i fought you on everything.” you cried. you hated punishments because you were always convinced daddy hated you afterwards.
“wasn’t very nice, was it?” he asked you rubbing the side of your hip soothingly.
“no, daddy.” you sniffled. he sighed, not really wanting to punish you but it would teach you that you could get away with these things if he didn’t. he began pulling your skirt up and gave you fifteen hard slaps on your backside, causing you to cry out. by the last one, he himself felt like an ass for making you cry. he let your skirt fall back down.
“hey, come here.” he said, pulling you back up. you had tears in your eyes and reached out for your daddy. he pulled you in for a hug, rubbing your back. “i love you.” he told you, your head in the corner of his neck.
“you hate me!” you wailed.
“i could never.” he said, rubbing your back some more. he cupped the back of your head and made you look at him. you were hiccuping and crying and your daddy’s heart broke looking at you. “i could never hate you.” he said again. “i love you so much, i do this because i know you’re a good girl and punishments will correct your behavior. you’re still a good girl even if you make mistakes. if you weren’t good, you wouldn’t learn, so i wouldn’t bother. yeah?” he said, and he made sense. you were just still upset and embarrassed. your daddy knew this and brushed hair out of your face. “please don’t hide from me, i love you so much.” he told you. you sniffled and nodded.
“i get scared you hate me.” you choked out.
“i could never hate you.” he repeated. “never. you are the love of my life, i could never feel anything for you aside from complete and utter love.” he said.
“it’s so hard to remember.” you said. “i’m so sure.” you said, feeling kind of crazy for having all these emotions.
“have you been taking your meds?” daddy asked calmly. you sobbed and shook your head. “it’s okay, there’s no need to cry, baby.” he told you. “daddy’s gonna manage those from now on and hopefully that’ll make you feel better. and daddy isn’t upset at all. nor do i blame you, so please don’t think that. i love you so much.” he pleaded with you. you shook from crying, unable to look up. you were still embarrassed. “you’re still my perfect girl.” he said, giving you a hug.
“daddy, i love you. i’m sorry about today.”
“it’s okay, baby. daddy knows and he understands why. everything is okay.” he promised you, giving you one more hug. “let’s get you into a bath, will that help you calm down?” he suggested and you nodded. he quickly got you undressed and into the bathroom as he ran the water. he hugged you, keeping you warm.
“daddy, will you get in with me?” you asked, shy.
“of course i will, you sure?” he asked and you nodded. “okay, baby, you got it.” he said, undressing himself. as the water got close enough, he helped you in then got in behind you, the two of you sitting in the tub. “i know we cleaned you this morning but i figured the hot water would still help you.” he said, kissing your shoulder blade. you sat in the large tub between his legs and nodded. “what else are you thinking about?” he asked.
“i just don’t want obiwan to hate me either.” you said and daddy shook his head.
“obi wan understands you were grumpy today and he knows not to take it personal. i will explain to him what happened with the medication and that’ll make him understand everything. really, it’ll be okay.” daddy reassured you.
“okay, i believe you.”
“good girl.” he said, rubbing your back. you laid back and listened to his heartbeat for a few moments. he held you just above the water, making you feel secure. a few moments passed and he began lathering up a sponge. he gently put your hair up then washed your back, arms, and legs. he rinsed you off quick and the two of you sat there a brief moment before getting out. “i do want to say something.” daddy stopped you. you got quiet and looked. “you know i love you. and i’m never leaving. but don’t hit me, baby.” he told you, looking at you. “don’t hit me when i’m just trying to help.” you were about to ask what he was talking about but you remembered shoving him and kicking him and began crying.
“I’m sorry.”
“hey, i know you are. and i’ve already forgiven you. i’m not judging you, i just want you to know it can’t happen again. this is a safe space for both of us, that means me, too.”
“i know, daddy, i’m sorry.” you sniffled.
“it’s okay, baby. daddy understands why it happened and you know i forgive you.” he promised, pulling you in for a small hug. “i have never loved someone so much. please don’t think i’m mad, i’m not, it just can’t happen again.” he told you, setting his boundary. you nodded, trying not to take it personal. you knew he had every reason to ask you to not hit him, so why were you so upset?
“okay…” you trailed off as he helped you out of the water and wrapped you up.
“no, none of that, tell me what’s on your mind.” he said, wrapping a towel around his waist. and you did, you told him exactly what you were thinking.
“i’m trying not to take criticism so personally… and it’s not even criticism… i know you have the right to ask me not to hit you but i’m upset still and i don’t know why, daddy.” you cried, upset at being upset. his expression softened and he pulled you in for another hug.
“you’re embarrassed.” was all he said. “you’re embarrassed about earlier today and just now and it’s making you feel shameful. you don’t need to feel that way, though. i love you, obi wan loves you, everything is going to be okay.” he said, wiping your tears. you nodded, shaking from the crying. “come on, sweet girl.” he maneuvered you out to the bedroom and got you dressed after applying lotion, then dressed himself. he left momentarily and came back on the phone, talking to obiwan.
“yeah, we’ve had a hard day today.” your daddy said, referring to the two of you. “do you have a moment?”
“of course i have a moment for her, put her on.” you heard obiwan say. he didn’t sound mad at all.
“hi.” you said softly, picking at your thumb with your free hand before daddy stopped you. you sighed.
“hi, little one. your daddy told me about the meds, how do you feel?”
“sad.”
“well, that won’t do. that’s no good.”
“feel stupid, obi wan.” you said, sniffling.
“don’t feel stupid. people forget medicine all the time. you have a lot on your plate and you’re just a little one, it’s good anakin will watch over for you.” obiwan said. you nodded, knowing he was right.
“i’m sorry for being mean, obiwan.” you sniffled, beginning to cry again. daddy started to rub your back again.
“hey, hush now. everything is okay, i forgive you.” obiwan said. you breathed a sigh of relief, happy you didn’t lose your friend. “i think it’s time for you to take your nap, how about we all go for dinner when you’re up? will that make you feel better?”
“can i have a hug when i see you?” you asked.
“you can have two.” he told you, chuckling. you laughed a little, too.
“thank you. i love you.”
“i love you too, kiddo. both of you, we’ll talk later.” he promised and hung up. you handed the phone back to daddy.
“we see obiwan tonights?” you asked. your daddy laughed and nodded. “after i nap?”
“yes, baby. after you nap.” he said, tucking you in and handing you your stuffed bear. it was actually an old toy of anakin’s and he had repurposed it for you. you loved it.
“i love you, daddy.” you said, smiling.
“i love you, baby. so much.” he said, kissing your forehead and turning off the lights. “want daddy to nap with you?”
“yes please.” you said. he got in next to you and you snuggled up, on his chest, legs tangled together. your favorite sleeping position.
“you know i’m gonna be around forever, right? i’m not going anywhere.” he told you, kissing you on the lips. you smiled and nodded.
“i won’t go anywhere either.” you promised.
“good.” he whispered, kissing your forehead this time. “go to bed. i promise i’ll be here when you wake up.” he told you.
and you fell asleep, safe and feeling secure.
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thejediscrolls · 1 year
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Bets
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Captain Rex x reader
A bet was made throughout the 501st that their Jedi couldn’t take out the training droids without a lightsaber or the force
Fluff with a little extra fluff
“I think without their use of the force or their lightsabers, they would have a harder time fighting these tin cans.” Hardcase explained as he downed another shot.
“Our commander is more than capable.” Rex leaned back in his seat with a hard look.
“Of course you would say that.” Fives nudged his commander with a knowing look.
Rex glared at his brother, an all telling sign for him to shut up. No one else knew about the relationship between himself and their Jedi. Except for Fives because of the times he stumbled upon them outside of 79’s in the alley way. Now sworn to secrecy Five still likes to make jokes here and there.
“I think our commander would kick ass!” Jesse defended.
“We should make a bet.” Tup suggested as he leaned his elbows onto the table, “Whose in?”
I watched from a few steps away, the loud atmosphere was enough to hide my presence. It was another win for the republic and everyone was here to celebrate. I watched my boys take credits out and place them on the table.
“So… Care to explain what is going on here?” I asked with a chuckle as I finally made my presence known.
“Commander!” Jesse looked surprised, “We were just… Uh?”
I watched as Rex rolled his eyes and took a swig of his drink, “You boys started this, might as well tell her.”
It amused me how much he took on the older brother role, but it warmed my heart all the same. I could feel him relax under the light pressure of my touch as I waited for one of the boys to answer.
My gaze briefly trailed across the side of Rex’s face. Almost two weeks has passed since I was able to be this close to him. I couldn’t help the slide of my palm against the shoulder plate of his uniform. I knew it wasn’t truly him. Getting to touch him like that would have to wait until we were alone, but his uniform was apart of him and he wore it proudly.
“It’s nothing!” Hardcase mutter as he scratched the back of his neck.
“The boys are making a bet… Again.” Rex answered for them.
“Hm… Now I’m intrigued.” I hummed and took my seat next to Rex, “What is this bet about?”
“Well commander, half of us think that you wouldn’t be able to last as long as us on the battlefield without your Jedi powers and lightsaber while the other half believes that you can.” Kix explained while nudges and subtle laughter was shared between my squad.
“I’m the other half commander!” Jesse smiled proudly as he rose his hand in the air and I couldn’t help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.
“Thank you Jess.” I smiled gratefully at my friend.
“Kiss up.” Hawk rolled his eyes and the group fell into a fit of laughter.
“Hm… How would this work?” I paced my hand on my chin in mock debate, “Well I don’t have any missions scheduled any time soon so would your training simulators suffice to settle this bet of yours?”
“You would really do it?” Fives asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
I nodded, “Like Jesse, I believe I have pretty decent chance without my Jedi abilities so why not?”
79’s atmosphere was loud, clones taking a break from the war to have a good time. I could hear my squad clearly as they hollered in excitement at my answer. They soon fell into another humorous debate over who was the strongest team member and I had to stop myself from snorting at their displays of masculinity. What warmed my heart the most was being surrounded by my boys as well as the other troopers who survived our recent battle against the separatists.
Thankfully, no more attention was directed to me as the 501st immersed themselves in their celebration. I haven’t been able to see him since we parted ways after the meeting with Ashoka, Anakin, and Obiwan. A sudden burst of relief flowed through me as I once again thanked the force that Rex was alive, still here with me.
I glanced down to the space that Rex left for me, his left arm resting across the back of the booth, allowing me to fit in beside him if I chose to. I smiled softly and took my seat. I could feel his warmth through his armor and it felt like home against my body.
He felt like home…
I leaned into him to gain his attention, “And you, captain?” I tilted my head and waited for Rex to answer.
He glanced at me, “You know my answer commander.” He replied with a knowing smirk that I returned fully.
I turned my head and the two of us fell into a comfortable silence as we watched our family. Echo was currently trying to beat Hardcase in an arm wrestle while Tub was trying to explain how to smooth talk a girl to Jesse while Fox just shook his head at Tub’s so called ‘wisdom’.
It was when I felt Rex’s free hand against my thigh that the butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I placed my right hand on top of his, rubbing my thumb against his worn knuckles. He leaned down to my ear.
I felt his hot breath against my skin as he whispered, “Are you ready to go home?” He asked I knew he was clearly referring to his place.
It was just a little apartment given to me by the republic, but it had meant every to me and now to him. A place to call his own… Our own.
I nodded, clearly not trusting myself to answer with his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. I knew that no one in the entire galaxy could make me feel this much love towards anyone the way I did for him. And I had a feeling it was the same for him.
This was going to be a long night…
“Rex?” I whispered his name as I slid my palm across his to hold his hand.
We lied in the comfort of the silk sheets. I bought them during my few days off a couple weeks ago. The moon outside casted a dim light over our covered forms.
Movement underneath my hand brought a smile to my face from the very man that threw all meanings of no attachment out the window. If any of my fellow Jedi would know about what we share… I’d be kicked out of the order and would never be able to fight by Rex’s side again. A dark feeling consumed me at the thought of not being able to protect him. I quickly pushed it away deciding to focus on the now, which included my self being awake while he slept peacefully.
An urge to wake him crept through me. That consuming feeling of missing him even if he was right beside me took over the Jedi urge to subdue my feelings.
“Are you awake?” I whispered into the quiet space only filled with sounds of speeders and ships flying not to far from our window.
“Mm… I am now.” He muttered slowly. His voice was deeper than normal from the sudden use of it after hours of peaceful quiet.
He cleared it to speak more clearly, “What is it cyare?” I could feel him sit up slightly to surround his area and I knew he had his free hand placed on the blaster secured to the side of the bed.
“I missed you.” I said sheepishly suddenly feeling a little guilty for worrying him.
He chuckled lowly, the raspiness in his voice sending my heart clench as he relaxed back into the bed, “I’m right here mesh’la.”
I rolled on top of him, “You know what I mean. I haven’t seen you in weeks and I just...”
“You saw me during a holo call.” He teased and I couldn’t help, but cherish this side of him.
Usually he was very strict only light banter when he was on duty, but here… Just alone with me, he let his relaxed self show.
I slapped his chest lightly, “You know what I mean.”
He lifted his head then to place a light kiss on my lips. I never knew a kiss could make me melt away into utter bliss until I met him, but then again this was Rex. The man could make running a hundred laps in the blistering sun feel good.
“I missed you too.” He spoke softly making my heart beat a hundred times faster.
A blush rose to my cheeks as I nuzzled my nose into his neck, sinking happily into his warmth.
The next words he spoke had me grinning. He didn’t say, will you be nervous? or you can always say no. He said…
“Are you ready to prove my brothers wrong?” He asked.
“I am.” I grinned.
“Good.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, “Do you want to bake some cookies?”
“Rex.” I laughed looking over to our holoclock, “It’s three am.”
I felt his shoulders move, showing me that he shrugged, “You’re the one who woke me up and we didn’t exactly eat dinner earlier. I’m hungry.”
I rolled over him and off the bed, never letting go of his hand,
When the day of the test came, the entire 501st showed up as well as any clone troopers not being drafted that day. The ramps above the training field were filled with cheers and yells as I got through each droid.
“The general is going to make it!” I heard Hardcase distance voice yell.
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I slowed my breathing. The training droids lied on the ground around me, each with a bullet embedded somewhere on their metal bodies.
“Whoo!” Jesse yelled from where he stood on the platform, “See boys! I told you she could do it! Pay up Kix!” I watched his hand shoot out towards the medic of the group.
I gave the 501st a thumbs up as I fell on my ass in exhaustion. Almost an hour and I finally… Finally! Managed to take out these droids.
“I see you’ve put our famous Jedi to work.” Anakin commended as he stood onto the platform looking down at me with a smirk, “I could’ve done it in half the time.”
“Be my guest sky guy.” I motioned for him to take my place.
His glare was as quick as his attitude, “Did Ahsoka tell you to call me that?” He crossed his arms, looking at his padawan, “Ahsoka.”
“I would never.” Ashoka smirked stepped up beside her master, “Besides, my master likes his lightsaber too much.” She teased as she stepped onto the platform, “I, on the other hand would love to give it a try.”
“Glad to see my old padawan is always up for a challenge.” Windu smiled.
“Master!” I quickly stood up and hoped up on the ramp to greet him.
“You did well.” He nodded approvingly.
“Thank you, master.” I returned his nod with one of my own, “I owe my skills to you.”
“You’ve earned your skills from hard work and focus.” He patted my shoulder, “I’ll leave you to it then.”
Rex kept a respectable distance until Master Windu left to attend an important meeting. Sometimes I forget that we still have to be careful around anyone who wasn’t Anakin, Padme, Cody, Jesse and Ahsoka. Our circle was small, but we quite liked it this way.
My hand found his the moment I reached his side.
He lent down to speak quietly in my ear, “You did good cyare.”
“Did you have any doubt?” I smiled cheekily.
He chuckled leaning back, “Never.”
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hailperseusjackson · 2 years
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the premise of the kenobi show with obiwan trying to stay hidden and live his life and whatnot becomes immediately ten times funnier when you remember that at this point in time maul is traversing the galaxy still absolutely bonkers insane obsessed with finding obiwan. meanwhile obiwan is crying in his little sand hut and hasn’t spared a single thought for maul. we absolutely do not need any senseless cameos in the show, but i would make an exception for maul, simply because i think it would be very funny to have one (1) scene where obiwan is struggling with the Big Sad only to have it cut to maul like, overturning rocks on some desolate planet muttering to himself about kenobi
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sunniebabe99 · 2 years
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Dreams Turned to Nightmares
Sith!Obi-wan x Reader
Warnings; Yandere Obiwan! Sith obi wan! Character deaths and violence!
Summary: Y/n is a newly knighted Jedi. They are assigned to a mission with Master Qui-Gon and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. They were only supposed to guard the senators during a small gathering on the planet Chandrila. But of course, things did not go as planned when there is an attack on the building. Y/n is left by herself after being separated from Qui-gon and Anakin. 
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Y/n cursed as they moved one of the party-goers back behind a giant pillar as there was laser fire coming from across the room. There was debris cast around the floor from the small bomb that had gone off previously. 
“Stay behind me!” they ordered the well-dressed man. They had no idea who they were but they were dressed like a senator. He looked in fear and moved back behind Y/n as the Jedi Knight moved her arm out and pushed back an approaching droid. 
“There is no way we will make it!” the man said, his Coruscanti accent ringing in their ear. They looked and started to form a plan. Seeing an open door to the stairs going up the building. “Alright listen. When I say to. Make a run to that corridor. I will shield you but you need to be quick ok?” Y/n said and looked over to the man. The fear dripped from his eyes as he nodded. 
Y/n moved and looked to the small group that had formed on the other side and then jumped out. Activating their lightsaber and blocking each laser shot at them.
“Go!” they yelled and the man scrambled and ran to the door. Y/n followed behind as they blocked the shots coming their way and finally made it inside. Closing the door behind them and locking it. The sounds of the gunfire were muffled as the two stood there. 
The copper-haired man looked to her and then to the stairs. Sighing at how many there were. 
“Well… nowhere to go but up I suppose” He muttered. 
“There weren't many of them so it would be wise to make it to the communication room…It should be on the fifty-fifth floor… My colleagues will find us shortly and we can call for reinforcements” They said and thought back to the small map of the building they saw in the lobby of the giant building. 
“How are you so sure they will even find us?” The man asked as he started to climb the stairs. Y/n followed behind him. 
“A feeling” THey answered and then they climbed and climbed. Soon they both looked a bit tired as they neared the twentieth floor. 
“Why couldn't we have taken the bloody elevator!” He yelled and sat down. Taking a small break as Y/n huffed and sat near him. 
“The droids cut off the power to the elevator before the attack…we are just going to have to deal with this Mr…um..sorry who are you?” Y/n asked and looked at the man. 
“Just call me Ben,” He said before standing up again and climbing the stairs. 
Now that Y/n could focus more on the man. There was something off about him. She couldn't feel his signature as well as others. Almost as if it was muted. 
“Are you a Senator?” They asked him. The man answered calmly. “No, I was just invited to the party,” He said.  Poor Y/n couldn't tell if it was the truth f sarcasm. 
“I see” They muttered. 
“I suppose this wasn't what you had planned when you accompanied your master here. It is rather odd to see a Master with two Padawans” he said and glanced y/n’s way for a moment. 
Y/n felt a flicker of annoyance when he said that. 
“I am no Padawan…I am a Knight” They said with a slight clip to their tone. 
“Ah my apologies,” he said and Y/n looked at him more. He was indeed quite handsome…for a man. Awkward feelings seemed to trickle into Y/n as they observed Ben. Something was off, but they couldn't put their finger on it. 
“I can feel your eyes staring holes into me,” He said as he walked. Y/n’s eyes widened before looking ahead. 
“Sorry I do not mean to stare…” They said to him. The man chuckled and stopped walking, making Y/n almost bump into him if they did not stop so soon. 
“You know for a Jedi you don't seem to hide your emotions very well…so you must be newly knighted” He commented. Y/n’s eyebrow raised in question and felt a flicker in the force surrounding them. 
“Jedi do not hide their emotions we simply-” They were cut off by a look cast their way from Ben. 
“I don't need to be lectured about how you Jedi work. I was simply observing…you seem to not be able to shield your fear very well…nor your attraction” He said as he turned more to Y/n. The young Jedi felt their heart jump at the look Ben was giving them. Like he was staring right through them. 
They backed up as the man took a step closer to them. Their back hit the railing as there was no more room. A small prey being cornered by a Loth-cat who enjoyed playing with their meal. 
“Mm yes I can feel it…such fear you have…it’s almost intoxicating,” He said and Y/n put a hand to their lightsaber that sat on their hip. 
“Step back now…Who are you really? Your signature is strange..” They said and the man laughed. 
“You haven't figured it out yet? You are slow my dear,” he said before taking a small device from his pocket and hitting a button. The color in his eyes turned from Blue to a sickening Yellow. It all happened so fast then. Y/n grabbed her saber and raised it, ready to attack but they were stopped roughly. Their arm froze in mid-swing. They struggled as the sith looked at her mockingly. Tutting them and wagging his pointer finger side to side. 
“We will have none of that my dear. You can't just swing first and then think later, hasn't your master taught you this already? I should hope so” He said and Y/n felt annoyance swell inside them. 
“You planned all of this…and for what? To kill some small planet Senators?” They hissed out and grunted as the man moved his wrist, making their arm pull forward and drop their saber into his waiting open hand. 
“Mm well, that was just a bonus. What I came for is something far more valuable” he said as he looked at Y/n’s weapon. It was a basic build for a saber and quite light. 
“There isn't anything here of value it's a hotel for kriffs sake!” They spout out and looked at the man with hate. 
“Ah ah ah, watch how you speak to me” he warned as they felt a sharp pain surrounding their body. They let out a small whimper and bit the inside of their cheek. The sith looked pleased with the noise they made and smiled slightly. 
“It is nothing to worry your pretty little head about..but maybe I have also found a nice little treat during this mission,” he said, it mostly sounded like he was talking to himself at the last part. He sighed and watched them struggle in the force hold he had them in. 
“What are you after?” They asked as the man looked them over with an unreadable expression. 
Even after his big reveal Y/n couldn't help but feel like there was something else about him. His tone of voice, the way he held himself…she had seen him before somewhere. 
“I can see you are still trying to put it together, maybe i can help speed up the process,” He said before moving closer to them. Moving a hand gently to their cheek. Pushing their wild locks away from their eyes before touching their temple. Y/n gasped as she felt all her previous dreams replayed in her mind. The mysterious man sitting with her in strange locations throughout her dreams. Always cloaked and they could never see their face. In their dreams, they would spend hours talking and becoming closer. They had thought he had just been their imagination. That was what their Master had told them.
“Its you-” They said and felt a pang of hurt. The man who they had known for so long, had shared so many personal feelings with…was a sith. 
“Yes it is my Dear One,” he said with a small smile on his face. Caressing their cheek gently. 
“I can finally touch you” He muttered before he could finally realize the hurt that was cascading around Y/n in waves. 
“How could you be one of them?” Y/n uttered and felt their invisible chains loosen as Obi-wan looked at her with slight pity. 
“Oh my dear, you still don't understand, the Jedi have stuffed you full of lies and only one way of the force. But being Sith is not as terrible as they make it seem..” He said before Y/n found the strength to pull their face away from his hand. Even though they longed to be touched by him. 
“The sith are nothing but evil, You kill and take everything you want and think you can do so without consequences” They hissed. Y/n was finally able to feel his signature and it wrapped around them like a snake. Making them struggle to breathe and feel a weight on their chest. 
“Just like how the Jedi forbid you to feel any emotion they deem unworthy? The Jedi are just as bad as the sith” He said to her. Not really wanting to get into an argument he has had many times in his life with many Jedi he had countered before. But he was patient, he did not just snap their neck right then and there, because…well…it was them. 
The person he had been anxious to meet since he first met them in his dreams. The mysteriously beautiful figure haunted him every time he would wake up from a dream. 
“You look different in person,” He said with a slightly amused expression. Y/n scoffed and glared at him, even though their instincts were telling them to blush and lean into the hand that played with their hair so gently. 
“Stop trying to be pleasant about this Obi-wan, what do you plan to do? You are stuck here with me, and the only exit is guarded by two other Jedi” They said and Obi-wan rolled his eyes. 
“Don't remind me, but it will be rather easy to take the little one down. The boy holds so much anger in him. As for the other…” he trailed off and thought of his previous master. He had changed so much from their last time together on Naboo. He was completely grey now and looked tired, probably tired from the long years of training that waist of space padawan he had taken on in Obi-wan’s place. He snapped out of it as he heard Y/n struggling. He sighed and waved his hand freeing them from his hold, but he still held onto their saber. 
“Come on. They are waiting for you my dear” he said and nudged Y/n forward. They moved forward and started walking. They felt Obi-wan’s hand on the small of their back as they moved along. 
“This won't work in your favor Obi-wan,” They said to him as they climbed the stairs. 
“Oh no you would be surprised at how many situations I have gotten me out of Dear one,” he said and then they turned quiet. Both cursed the architect of the building as they finally neared the fifty-fourth floor. One more to go. 
As they made it, they could easily feel the two Jedi from behind the door. Waiting and working on communicating the Order for backup. 
Obi-wan simply opened the door and pushed Y/n in. they stumbled and hit the ground. Qui-gon looked up in alarm and the Master Jedi activated his green saber. Anakin activated his blue one. 
He was ready to fight until he noticed the familiar face of his young lost padawan. 
“Obi-wan…you're alive? How?” He asked and looked to be three shades paler as he looked at the ghost of his padawan. 
Obi-wan looked to be over with his look of surprise as he twirled Y/n’s saber in his hands. 
“Revenge is a powerful tool for survival…Master” the word felt like acid on his tongue. 
“I looked for you everywhere! I saw you fall down with Maul!” He exclaimed as Y/n moved back behind the two Jedi as they spoke. Wanted to be away from the crossfire when the fight happened. 
“I did fall but we both survived, and he trained me in the ways of the sith…I have become more powerful than you could imagine, and now you will die” He said before activating his own saber and Y/n’s red blade contrasted with the color of Y/n’s blade. 
“Don't do this Obi-wan, there is still a chance for you” He tried to reason with his old padawan but there was nothing but coldness in the sith’s eyes. 
“I am far too gone for second chances…” he said before lunging at him. 
Qui-gon blocked him and pushed his two sabers back making Obi-wan stumble slightly. 
“...then I will do what I must..” he said, the pain in his voice as he readied to attack. 
Obi-wan couldn't help but smile, “You will try,” He said before the real battle began. Anakin, Qui-gon, and Obi-wan fought hard against each other. The two Jedi working swiftly and Obi-wan looked like he wasn't even breaking a sweat in his evening suit. 
“You are getting old Master” He commented as he noticed Qui-gon becoming slower. He elbowed Anakin in the face hard, knocking the kid out easily. Qui-gon looked to his padawan before moving in front to guard him before Obi-wan could deliver the finishing blow. He raised his saber and pushed against Obi-wan who looked down at him in calm rage. Obi-wan banged his saber against Qui-gons and then moved back. The Jedi master moved swiftly as he could and rolled to the other side of the room. He uses the force to throw a chair at Obi-wan who merely cut it down. Y/n felt useless as ever as they moved to Anakin, checking out his bleeding nose, and then looked to his saber. They grabbed it and activated it. Moving to the fight but then felt a push of the force. 
“My fight is not with you Little one,” Obi-wan said carelessly as he pushed them away. 
Then it was like everything happened so slowly as Qui-gon was left open, Obi-wan easily thrust his saber and plunged it through his lower abdomen. Making Y/n scream out at the sight of the Jedi master collapsing to the ground. Both Jedi were down. But one remained. Y/n looked at Obi-wan with hatred in their eyes. Obi-wan grinned. 
“Oh, I love that look in your eyes…Use that hatred Y/n” He said and then blocked the attack they threw at him. Y/n gave it their all as they wildly swung at him, using every form they had ever learned. It seemed fruitless as Obi-wan evaded every one of their attacks. Y/n was getting tired and they both knew it. Obi-wan then used his full strength to twirl the saber from their grip and kick them to the ground. 
“Now you know I hate it when we fight darling…but we must go home now!” He said as he kicked the saber away from Y/n. They scrambled to the open door of the control room and crawled away desperately. But Obi-wan simply watched and sighed. Following them lazily as they felt the pain from the kick Obi-wan had delivered on them. 
“Where do you think you are running off to? Do you think that Id let you go just after I finally found you? I think not.” He said before pressing his heeled boot to their leg. Pushing down to hold them in place before pressing harder. 
Snap. 
Y/n screamed out and cried feeling their leg break under Obi-wan’s boot. 
Obi-wan winced slightly before kneeling down and picking them up. They scrambled and screamed. Telling him to let them go. Obi-wan held them tighter and then with a gesture of his hand to their head.  They slumped, their head laying on his shoulder as they lay in his arms unconscious. 
“This could have gone a lot smoother if you had just cooperated” He sighed before walking to the exit. 
Part 2
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Okay so I know Julieta’s not having triplets in your ‘something unexpected’ fic. Buuuut! Just for funsies, what would’ve been the reaction if she was?
Like Bruno’s says “congrats Juli, they’re adorable”
There’s a pause and then suddenly the whole table shouts some variation of “they! As in more than one!!?
The chaos would be epic!
Actually, gonna be honest, the thought of her having triplets did cross my mind when I was writing that chapter, though mostly to just tease Julieta and make her frozen on the spot lmao, but let's do an alteration of that chapter!
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“I hear a new heartbeat,” Dolores muttered weakly.
And after no longer than a second, Pepa stood up so suddenly her chair fell to the floor. “You’re pregnant?!” she roared, glaring daggers at Mariano as if she was ready to kill him with a bolt of lightning that barely missed his chair.
Julieta only blinked. So Antonio would get a baby – who cared if it was a cousin or a nephew – sooner than she anticipated–
–but Dolores suddenly shook her head, gaping at her mother in shock. “I’m not?! We never–”
“Then who?” Alma demanded sharply, her gaze stopping at Isabela and Luisa who looked equally surprised by the revelation. “Girls?”
Luisa started coughing and Isabela just stared back at her, her eyes wide, her head shaking the tiniest bit.
“Mirabel…?” Alma started hesitantly.
Julieta felt her heart racing. Surely, it couldn't be her baby girl, right– 
Mirabel choked on her sip of juice and Camilo patted her on her back so hard it sounded like all her organs did a flip inside. “What?!”
Alma wanted to repeat the question, it was clear, but at the same time Dolores slammed her both hands on the table, yelling “It’s tía!” and Bruno’s eyes went shining green at the same second.
Julieta was fairly certain her heart stopped. The wine glass dropped from Agustín’s hand and broke into three pieces on the table, spilling the remaining wine onto the surface.
But otherwise, there was silence. 
The only sound anyone emitted was heavy breathing coming from Bruno as he grasped the edges of the table and leaned over it to blink quickly a few times just a few seconds later, getting rid of the shiny glimmer that had just lit up his eyes.
Then he looked around, a little confused, smacking himself on the head lightly, and a small smile appeared on his lips. “Congratulations Juli, they're adorable.”
Silence.
Camilo was the first to recover. “They? As in more than one?”
Bruno opened his mouth to answer but Dolores beat him to it. “There are three new heartbeats.”
Pepa thundered. “Three–”
“Triplets?!”
“Santa Maria–”
“Bruno, Brunito, hermanito, what did you see?!” Pepa asked loudly.
All people at the table looked at him. He chuckled nervously. “Ah-uh, three babies?”
“Three babies!”
“Well, no babies, more like toddlers but yeah–”
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Thinking about the fact Julieta's basically keeping Mirabel locked in this bone-crushing hug. I need soft things.
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HEADCANON: Little Mirabel spent so much time with Julieta that she started copying her in many things. One of those things was repeating words/phrases she used the most, and often she was just in-sync with Julieta. So just imagine Julieta and this 3-4yo Mirabel sighing and saying at the same time “Ay Agustín” whenever he got hurt.
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[Text Version] #ObiWan SPOILERS
Not me muttering "omigod omigod omigod" on repeat & barely containing my squealy noises the entire time Vader was on screen. Oh my evil precious, I have missed you. Just out there doing villain shit, breathing heavily, & burning our old master in the fire. YASS.
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Do you think Anakin might still feel a little abandoned by obiwan in 50 shades like yes things are going okay with quigon and they got the first spanking out of the way but I can just imagine Anakin still feeling like if obiwan is going to punish him then obiwan should be there to do it and maybe he doesn’t want to put up with Anakin so that’s why he’s insisting on quigon doing the punishments instead of waiting for him to get back
Hmmm! That’s an interesting take and one I hadn’t fully considered.
The way I was thinking was more “If I’m grounded, Obi-Wan can’t leave.” And lo and behold, Anakin finds out that he’s very wrong about that.
I think the emotion I’m mostly leaning towards is Anakin feeling a little… inadequate and sorry for himself?
Here’s a snip I have from chapter 2:
Anakin nodded and stayed silent for a moment. A thought that had been creeping up on him all day was nagging at him again. Making him uncomfortable like it always did. Every time he thought he got past it, it would come back unexpectedly.
“Can I ask you a question?” Anakin muttered.
“Of course,” Qui-Gon said easily.
“Do you think I’m pathetic?” Anakin asked quickly, cringing at the way he said it and wishing he could take it back.
“What?” Qui-Gon asked, clearly perplexed, and shot him a quick glance before turning his attention back to the road.
“It’s-” Anakin huffed. “Never mind.”
“No, no,” Qui-Gon scolded. “Tell me what you meant.”
Anakin groaned loudly and dropped his head forward. Why did he have to bring it up in the first place? “Just- You know…” He frowned. “Like… this. Do you think I’m pathetic for being like this?”
Though I do definitely see the “abandoned” feeling that you mention as entirely plausible. Though they’ve been texting a lot haha. (It’s cute. Trust me lol)
I’m going to be thinking about this for awhile! Especially that Qui-Gon is the proxy.
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“You must let me go!”
Her captors all turned to face her as Padme Amidala - the once great Senator of Naboo who (by all reports) had died on Mustafar while Anakin was killing his former master, ObiWan Kenobi - struggled desperately against the binds. Not easy to do when her hands were tied behind her back.
Two years had passed since then. A year of the Republic believing she had died not long before General Kenobi. Two years after Bail - who had been alerted by Obi-Wan to come to Mustafar - had found Padme confined to her ship. Obi-Wan, convinced Anakin could not be trusted around her nor the children, had emerged from his hiding place moments before her ship landed on Mustafar. He’d put her into a deep sleep, sent an urgent message to Bail, and confronted Anakin on his own...to his death. Bail found her, flew the ship to a secret place, and there Padme had her children.
 Two years of the twins growing up in secret on Alderaan with Bail, after hearing continued tales of how her husband - her Anakin - now roamed the Galaxy as Lord Vader, destroying all those who opposed the Empire. After hearing of his deeds, Padme (although never quite forgiving Obi-Wan for denying her the chance to face Anakin herself) agreed that it was best that she and the children go into hiding.
She could not keep the children with her. She visited them often, but she knew that if Anakin - no Vader - ever found out about them...
So she let the Republic believe that she had died in childbirth, so that the Empire would believe. And Anakin would believe.
But now, a group of ragtag mercenaries - hoping to secure a large bounty - had captured her thinking she was of some import to the Imperial Senate.
“It is of no use, Senator Amidala!” the mercenary sneered at her. 
“That is not my name!”
“Oh?” the merc grinned, showing her a holonet clip of her face from...from what felt like an entire lifetime ago during the Clone Wars. “So this is not you?”
“I am not a Senator anymore, and if you broadcast out that you have me, you will all die!” she pleaded.
The merc and his crew laughed uproariously.
“Either you are wanted by the Empire, in which case you will give us a magnificent bounty, or else you are bluffing to get out of these binds. Nevertheless, we shall have our profit.”
"...Well...Captain...” one of the mercenaries commented. “The file does say that Senator Amidala died...”
“Then who is this? The last I checked, they don’t make clones anymore! Far more likely its a falsehood. She’s right here. She’s alive. And she’s gonna make us rich!” the captain proclaimed as he sent out the message thoughout the holonet.
SENATOR AMIDALA. CAUGHT. RANSOM - 10 MILLION CREDITS.
“You don’t understand!” Padme yelled out as they captured her likeness on the message - on her knees, bound, tears streaming down her face. “Vader will come! He will kill you - kill us all!”
The mercenaries muttered uneasily, a few of them gripping their blasters tight, but the captain strode forward and struck her across the jaw. “Silent, Senator,” he hissed. “You had better hope the money comes, or else its your life - not some Imperial ghosty story - you should fear for!”
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@henrygarcia location: idk okay were out here thats all
As far as verbal filters went, Isla had none on hand, currently. And though it was one in the same that got her into enough situations to know better; and yet, it helped her through enough that she'd given up caring. As such, she'd carved herself out a memorable space among the Rutherfords; or so she'd hoped. If only such a place had extended to allow her to return to her usual duties among them rather than tucking her tail and hiding in plain sight, as asked. "I fucking hate this dress," she muttered, turning back to Henry, hovering on the footpath outside the bar, "Be honest, does this dress make my tits look small?" Did it matter? Isla was not the glitz and glamour type of girl - not until now when the way she looked weighed far more than what she was capable of, and apparently, it mattered.
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Which brought them full circle as to why they were here in the first place. Another lesson, another attempt to loosen the tightened spring that Isla had become in the weeks her hands had become metaphorically tied. "Okay quit looking at me as if I've just shot a cat or something, this was all your idea and you knew what you were getting yourself into. Come on, Obiwan," she gestured with animation to the footpath before them, "teach me your ways."
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Anakin, angrily: ARE YOU—
Ahsoka: fucking
Anakin: KIDDING ME?! YOU—
Ahsoka: fucking
Anakin: IDIOT
Rex: what was that...
Ahsoka: Master Obi-Wan banned Anakin from swearing so I offered to help him out
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I think I’m dying…
Cody and Rex had overheard Wolffe talking with General Plo about being excited he had time to get some morning runs in again. They had asked to join him, Wolffe laying down the stipulation they do the whole workout routine. They now realize that was a stupid question and they should be court marshaled for asking it.
It was 0700 when Rex’s alarm woke him up. He sat up, confused for a moment , then spotted his running gear over the footboard of his bunk. Why was he up early on his day off?
“Awww damn…” his muttered. But he had made a commitment and he would honor it! He met Cody in the hall, the Marshal Commander looking equally tired and irritated at how early it was.
“I hate us for doing this.” He groaned. Both officers were dressed in their PT uniforms, black running shorts with a grey shirt with the Republic cog on it.
They met Wolffe in the hanger, the Commander dressed the same as them.
“Alright, you ready? We’re going to do an easy 5 miles.” He sounded so weirdly peppy.
“Outside? In the heat?” Cody asked. Coruscant was experiencing a heat wave, and it was already grossly hot outside.
“Well, if you want, you two can run in the gym where it’s cooler….and easier.” Wolffe challenged his brothers. He knew both of them hated that.
“No no, we’ll run out here. It’s not that bad.” Rex lied badly. Wolffe smirked and set them off on at a running pace of 5mph.
This isn’t so bad, Cody thought to himself. Rex seemed to find it rather easy as well. Running without armor was a lot easier than running in armor. But, Wolffe had said the “whole workout”. And Wolffe was more muscular than Cody and Rex.
Wolffe pushed their pace up to 7mph, the rising temps soon causing the officers to start sweating. They finally ended the 5th mile, Rex and Cody bending over and bracing themselves on their knees.
“Alright, next level, burpees.” Wolffe announced. Cody and Rex bit back complaints as they then finished 4 sets of 15 dreaded burpees. Rex hated those in training and he hated them now. The strength workout portion continued with mountain climbers, bicycle kicks, push ups, scissor kicks, planks, and more burpees. Rex couldn’t help the little whine when he finished the last burpee.
“Ssshhh, he can smell weakness remember!” Cody scolded in a whisper.
“My legs hurt so bad.” Rex whined quietly.
“You two done?” Wolffe asked, he didn’t even sound out of breath.
Did they replace him entirely with cybernetic parts?! Rex wondered.
“Nope! What else you got?” Cody asked, wincing as he stood up.
“We’ll end with a nice sprint-“ Wolffe started.
“Oh thank kriff.” Rex said, relieved. He was good at sprints and those were fast.
“For 3 miles.” Wolffe finished.
“Motherfu-“ Rex started.
“Sounds great!” Cody cut him off.
The 3 mile sprint was hell after a 5 mile run and strength training. At it was kriffing hot. Once at the end, Rex and Cody just laid down on the tarmac, each breathing heavily.
“I can’t feel my legs, are they still there?” Cody asked. Rex feebly searched around with a hand until he felt Cody’s leg.
“Yeah, at least one.” He replied.
“I think I’m dying…” Rex rolled onto his side.
“Oh, that would be unfortunate.” Said a voice, General Plo walking towards the trio. Cody glanced up at Wolffe, who was standing and stretching his leg.
“How is he…does he do this every morning?” Cody asked. General Plo nodded,
“As often as he can.”
Obiwan and Anakin soon joined them.
“Wolffe, did you finally kill Rex?” Anakin called out as he walked over.
“Yes.” Rex muttered into the tarmac.
“No.” Wolffe said at the same time.
“Come on Cody, let’s get breakfast.” Obiwan said, smirking down at his Commander, who was also face down on the tarmac. Cody responded by weakly raising his hand.
“You’ll have to drag me sir, my legs won’t work.”
“Holy kriff you two are babies.” Wolffe rolled his eyes.
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hi all of your aus are amazing! pls what happens with divorced!obiwan and the twins?
hey!! sorry this took so long i had to think of an appropriate cliffhanger
this is a continuation of this ficlet and this ficlet, where divorced!obi-wan accidentally acquires a partner and a set of twins.
(2k WHOOPS)
The twins are not, and probably have never been described by anyone except their father, angels. They take to Obi-Wan as well as Obi-Wan takes to them, which is to say that all three of them watch each other suspiciously until one day Luke launches himself off the top of the fridge--how the fuck did he manage to get up there--and Obi-Wan drops his morning toast in a frantic bid to catch him.
After that, Leia and Luke apparently decide he is Another Anakin Who Is Just Around A Lot Less But Is Better At Reading Bedtime Stories and deign to treat him as such.
Obi-Wan decides that he’s going to have a heart attack by the age of fifty. Do all children see a childproof house as a challenge?
It somehow takes both a longer and shorter time to win over Anakin’s favor, mostly because Obi-Wan isn’t sure what the man’s thinking at any given moment. He seems to blow hot and cold depending on how he woke up or how the work day goes. Some days, Obi-Wan comes home from campus and Anakin and the twins have waited to eat until he’s there. Sometimes they’ve eaten and there’s a meal under foil on the stove just for Obi-Wan.
(“I don’t know how you do it,” Obi-Wan tells him one night after the children are put to bed. “I mean, work from home with your job, mind the children, and cook?”
“They made me head of the R&D department a few months ago,” Anakin admits, taking a sip of his second glass of wine. “So I’m doing a lot more checking through other people’s work instead of making my own. It just means I can do that and make something edible--no, really, you just can’t cook, Obi-Wan, I’m not the best either.”
“Do you miss getting to make something other than food?” Obi-Wan asks eventually, giving himself enough time to recover from the sound of the other’s giggles.
Anakin shrugs languidly. “It’s better salary, and I’m the youngest ever in the company to have the position. Means I’ll pay off my student loans quicker, same with my mom’s hospital bills. Doesn’t matter what I want.”
Obi-Wan’s chest hurts and he wants to lean across the gap between their chairs and place his hand on Anakin’s arm, but they don’t know each other like that. It’s only been a month and a half since they moved in. Still. “It always matters what you want,” he insists. “And I think you’re amazing.”
Anakin blushes bright scarlet and takes a huge gulp of wine, and Obi-Wan wonders if this is a throwing-yourself-off-the-fridge break through.)
(It’s not because the next day, Anakin doesn’t say a single word to him, which bothers him more than he’d like to admit.)
(“Am I in the wrong for wanting to get along with my housemate?” Obi-Wan asks Quinlan despairingly during their office hours that he should be using to grade papers. Instead all he can think about is Anakin Skywalker and the goddamn cold shoulder he’s been getting from the man for the past three days.
“Yeah,” Quin says absentmindedly, marking something with a red pen before looking up at Obi-Wan’s outraged intake of breath. “I mean, no. I mean, sorry, Obi, what are we even talking about now? Is it still your hot new roommate with the two kids? Because that’s what we were talking about an hour and a half ago.”
Obi-Wan crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “I’m just not sure I appreciate--”
“And you said he’s not been hanging around in the living room when you get home? But he’s still leaving you meals in the kitchen? And you’re upset about the free food?”
Obi-Wan is upset at the lack of Anakin’s presence, but he thinks that’s probably not the right thing to say here.
“Maybe he’s just tired?” Quinlan puts down his pen and rests his chin on one of his hands as he looks at Obi-Wan. “From the kids and the job and putting up with your moody ass. C’mon, Obi, what’s really getting you worked up?”
Obi-Wan purses his lips and stares at the desk in front of him, but he had come to Quinlan for help. He should at least be honest about what’s eating at him, even though he knows how silly it will sound when given a voice. “...Satine always waited up for me,” he mutters. “Until she didn’t.”
Quinlan’s quiet for a worryingly large amount of seconds, before he reaches out to pat Obi-Wan gently on the arm. “Oh, Obi,” he says pityingly. “Repeat after me. You cannot make your new roommate your rebound from your thirty year marriage.”
Obi-Wan scoffs. That’s not the problem at all. “That’s not the problem at all,” he says, not defensively in the slightest. “I think I’m just worried about the children not having enough structure in their lives.”
“Right,” Quinlan says, not quite managing to hide the skepticism in his voice. “Then you should talk to him. For the sake of the children.”
Obi-Wan will absolutely not be doing that, but it’s a nice thought.)
The real turning point in Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship happens five months after the Skywalkers move in.
Anakin and Obi-Wan are in the living room. Anakin is trying to braid Leia’s hair while Obi-Wan tries to pretend he isn’t watching. From the kitchen, there’s a very, very loud crash and the sound of something shattering.
Both adults leap up from their seats immediately and run to the other room.
Luke is standing in the epi-center of disaster, little face scrunched up like he doesn’t know whether or not to cry. At the sight of his dad and Obi-Wan, he starts to wail, moving forward and reaching for Anakin.
Obi-Wan, who is wearing shoes inside the house (a point of contention between himself and Anakin), grabs Luke roughly and picks him up by the armpits before he can cut his feet on the glass. He hands him over to Anakin to soothe, stepping further into the kitchen to find the dustpan he keeps in one of the pantries.
It’s very obvious what broke, though Obi-Wan can’t for the life of him understand how Luke got ahold of Satine’s heavy cake stand. He can definitely understand how Luke dropped it, as the thing was ridiculously heavy.
It had been one of the only things left in the house that had been Satine’s. She’d left it, and Obi-Wan had been too bitter or petty to point it out to her. Yes, it had been her mother’s. No, keeping it had not made him feel any better. But it’s not like Satine ever baked anything anyway.
Good for Luke, actually, for doing what Obi-Wan never could bring himself to do.
He grabs the broom and dustpan and marches back to the pieces of shattered glass. Anakin has placed Luke on the counter, ostensibly to check to make sure his feet are fine if the boy would ever let go of his father’s neck. Leia is peering around at the mess on the floor.
When Obi-Wan comes back and starts sweeping everything away, she darts forward to pick up a rather sizeable chunk.
“Don’t touch that,” Obi-Wan says sharply, much harsher than he intended. Leia drops it instantly and scurries back to her father, eyes wide and sort of watery. Oh, fuck.
“Hey,” Anakin snaps immediately. “She’s just trying to help and Luke didn’t mean to break--whatever that is.”
Obi-Wan holds up his hand to cut Anakin off. “I’m not mad,” he promises all three of the Skywalkers. And he’s not even lying. He’s really not mad, hasn’t even thought to be mad at this last piece of proof of his relationship with Satine shattering on his kitchen floor. “I just don’t want either of you to cut yourself. Glass like this can be very dangerous and none of you are wearing shoes.”
“Promise?” Luke asks, untucking his red face from Anakin’s neck so he can peer up at Obi-Wan.
“I’m sorry I was a bit rough,” Obi-Wan apologizes, coming over and bending down a bit so he’s on the same level as Luke. “I was just worried about you. Promise.”
Luke sniffles but lets go of Anakin to throw himself at Obi-Wan, apologizing all the way.
“Hush,” Obi-Wan says as Leia scrambles up his leg, vying for his attention. With his hands full of children that aren’t his, he raises his head to look at Anakin who’s watching them with a very strange expression on his face. He tilts his head toward the broom and then down to the kids in his arms. “Come along,” he tells them both. “Leia, I’ll finish your braids if you’d like.”
“Braid my hair too!” Luke demands with a pull on Obi-Wan’s shirt.
Luke’s hair is floppy but awfully short. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” Obi-Wan says generously, leaving the kitchen.
“I suppose I’ll just clean this up then?” Anakin calls sarcastically behind them.
“Thank you, darling,” Obi-Wan responds.
There’s the sound of something else breaking, but it’s not Obi-Wan’s problem at the moment.
(A year later, Anakin mentions something over morning coffee about looking for a new apartment, now that he’s got everything straightened out. “We’ll get out of your hair,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ll look today since it’s my day off.”
Obi-Wan doesn’t want to examine why that idea makes something curl tightly in his stomach, making him feel vaguely nauseous, but it does. On his way out of the house, he unplugs the router, and then after a second of thought, takes it with him just in case.)
(Quinlan laughs his head off when Obi-Wan sheepishly puts the router down on the desk in front of him. “It’s a bad market right now,” Obi-Wan says defensively. “I’m just looking out for him.”
“Obi, I mean this in the best way possible, but there are at least four professors in the psych department that would probably love to do a case study on you.”)
(Two years after the Skywalkers move in, Obi-Wan is running late for a meeting with the head of his department. The man is stepping down, finally retiring, and Obi-Wan thinks that perhaps he’ll be tapped as the new head. It would mean dropping some of his classes, but it would be worth it.
“I made you a breakfast wrap,” Anakin greets him at the door, holding out a paper bag. “It’s got that salsa you like in it.”
The salsa Obi-Wan likes is the mild version of what Anakin and the kids eat, but Anakin treats it as if it’s from another planet entirely.
“Good luck!” he says with a sweet smile, also passing Obi-Wan a travel mug of what’s hopefully fully caffeinated tea. Obviously Obi-Wan needs it. He got perhaps two full hours of sleep last night, tossing and turning and thinking about this meeting and now he’s running late and his tie is crooked and none of his favorite sweater vests were clean.
“Thank you, dear one,” Obi-Wan mumbles, mind somewhere else. If traffic isn’t too bad, he could still be on time.
“Text me how it goes!” Anakin chirps, following Obi-Wan out the door to stand on the front porch with his arms crossed in an attempt to fight off the early winter chill.
“Yes, of course,” Obi-Wan replies, turning around to brush an absent-minded kiss to Anakin’s lips before hurrying to his car. It’s a twenty minute commute. If he gets his preferred parking spot and runs to the department building, he won’t be late at all.
Is that too much to hope for?
He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, looking back in the rearview mirror to see Anakin standing frozen on the porch. That’s strange, usually the other man can’t stand being out in the cold.
Obi-Wan gets to the first stop-sign out of the neighborhood before he realizes what he’s done. It’s lucky that he’s already slowing down, because he slams on the brakes. Did he--
Did he kiss Anakin? Did he really kiss Anakin as if he does it all the time? As if they were in a relationship?
Oh shit.
Frantically, he pulls out his cellphone from his bag and checks to see if he has any new messages. He doesn’t.
Oh. Shit.
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phoenixyfriend · 3 years
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For your suddenly omegaverse au what exactly happened? Like I think obiwan and Anakin hop over from cannon verse to omegaverse but I am unclear on if there already existed obiwan and Anakin in omegaverse. Did they die early or do they just not exist or are they just not force sensitive and therefore not a part of the order? Is there still a sith conspiracy around Anakin?
Context: Original Post, Surrogacy, Worldbuilding, Obi-Mom, Soap Operas
So, from the original post:
There is no preexisting Anakin in the Omegaverse
Obi-Wan and Anakin just straight up don’t exist until they drop headfirst into the council room, already covered in blood.
To clarify: There has never been an Anakin Skywalker in this AU. There has never been an Obi-Wan Kenobi.
They don't know this for sure when they land in the AU, though. All they know is that the Jedi have no record of either of them. They figure, well, maybe they just got lost in the shuffle. Anakin wasn't found until he was nine, after all, and that was only by great coincidence.
The rest of this post has almost no mention of the omegaverse elements, FYI.
Warning: References to the Tusken massacre, explicit sedation and isolation of a mentally unstable individual threatening violence.
I don’t want to make light of institutionalization and involuntary holds, but Anakin is a character with a history of violence talking about repeating such an act, and that’s... a bit of an extreme case.
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It's not that hard to convince the Temple to let them run a mission that lets them stop by Tatooine or Stewjon. Anakin cares a lot more, so Tatooine it is! Obi-Wan can tell there's something sketchy going on with Anakin's particular anxiety about this, but he rolls with it. Anakin was very specific about the timing for some reasons, and at this point, it's easier to just let it all play through.
They go well after the whole “congrats, you’re omegas... somehow,” thing has happened, a month or so before Geonosis would have happened. Obi-Wan has managed to help the council sabotage and delay the Separatist side of the war enough that they’ve gained... maybe a few weeks, maybe a few months. Just a little more time to keep a few more people alive. Nobody’s reached out to Kamino yet, and Jango isn’t staging a failed assassination to draw someone in, either. They’ve bought enough time for Anakin to spend his vacation time checking in on his mom seeing if he exists here, and Obi-Wan can go with him.
They get to Tatooine. They wander about, and Anakin doesn't actually explain where they're going, but takes them straight to where the Lars farm is. Obi-Wan lets Anakin tell him that it was the Force that led him to the right area. Anakin can sense that his mom is in there, and Obi-Wan chalks up the relief from his former padawan to 'she's here and we don't have to look for her.'
Anakin is... panicking. Just a bit. What if he shows up and it turns out this reality's Anakin is off doing something completely unrelated and she realizes he's the wrong person? Or what if she doesn't recognize him and he calls her Mom anyway? What if he fucks up and says something stupid or just starts crying on her? She'll think he's insane.
Obi-Wan... takes over.
Anakin stays hidden, listening. Obi-Wan knocks on the door, and asks if there's a 'Shmi Skywalker' in residence. Someone in town mentioned her. He explains that he has a young friend of about twenty years--they're not sure, exactly, because the friend doesn't know his own birthday, but it's about there--who happens to be a Skywalker, and they're trying to see if they can reconnect him with a parent. They don't have much to go off of other than the surname... the Shmi that lives here wouldn't happen to have ever had any children about that age?
No. She hasn't had any children of her own blood, actually, her only child is her stepson, but she'd be happy to meet this other Skywalker, if he's in the area. It's always nice to find family, and connecting with those that were separated from you is a big deal on Tatooine. She's not going to look a gift bantha in the mouth.
(Cliegg, dear, put down the rifle.)
Obi-Wan promises to let his friend know, bids them goodbye, and goes to find Anakin.
Anakin is having a bit of a breakdown.
As one does.
Anakin insists that they stick around for a bit, that they do what they can to protect the farm, because that's his mom, even if she's not really his mom, and Obi-Wan can tell there's a Lot Going On here. He assumes it's because Anakin's upset his mom doesn't know him, which is a little irrational on account of their two options being "Anakin doesn't exist (and so Shmi doesn't know him)" and "Anakin does exist (but Shmi doesn't know this Anakin, so she still doesn't know him)," but Anakin's not a very rational person.
Obi-Wan thinks tamping down the current crisis is probably a little more important than chastising Anakin's attachment issues, mostly because Anakin's hands are shaking, and he's looking a little wild-eyed, and like. Obi-Wan's not great at dealing with Anakin's many and varied emotions, but he's learned at some point when it's best to just... roll with it Until There's Less Risk of Stab or Sobbing Laughter.
He helps figure out some minor fuckery with the Force to hide the family in the homestead behind them from visitors, and to warn them to hide when someone comes by. It’s not a lot--mostly just meditating and asking the Force for a helping hand--but it’s nice.
Except, well, Anakin keeps fidgeting. He keeps panicking. He has them coming back almost daily for a week, always too scared to talk to his mom but insistent on protecting her, and always looking at the calendar. Obi-Wan wants to get back to the Temple, but whatever the actual hell is going on with Anakin is too big to just ignored.
A specific day comes and goes. Anakin is a mess of jitters and nerves, and finally Obi-Wan asks just the wrong (right?) question, and... they visit Shmi.
Anakin says they can talk later, he just wants to see his mom One Last Time.
(Obi-Wan is getting more and more worried, but he sits through the incredibly awkward meeting between Anakin and his alt-universe mom, watches as Anakin has no idea what to say and almost cries, and Shmi just kind of lets him do that and Beru--a sweet girl, Obi-Wan thinks, and very practical--tells him that this is all very normal for reunited slaves.)
(Obi-Wan wonders if maybe there’s some stuff Anakin never told him about how being a slave affected him.)
(Obi-Wan had thought they’d moved past most of this, but..)
The meeting ends. There’s hugging.
They get back to the ship, and Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin fall apart. Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin cry and scream into a pillow, hyperventilate and nearly punch a hole in the wall as he rages about how it was all for nothing! Obi-Wan gets to watch Anakin break into a million pieces in a way he’s never seen before.
Obi-Wan gets a confession.
Anakin tells him about the Tuskens.
It’s not an easy conversation. It’s not a short conversation, either. Anakin’s full of pain and misery and rising guilt, talks about how he’s been asking himself if it would be easier to keep his mother safe if he just killed them all now, except Obi-Wan would know, and be disappointed, and sure the Chancellor had said that they were little more than rabid animals, but Anakin doesn’t think he can kill the younglings again when his mom is still fine, and--
Obi-Wan sedates him.
He wants to say that he’s not proud of this, but... Anakin isn’t well. Anakin isn’t well in a way that is currently, specifically, revolving around doing extreme violence. Anakin is talking about going out and committing a slaughter as preventative maintenance.
Anakin stays sedated until they get back to the Temple, and he’s put in Force-suppressant cuffs--Obi-Wan quietly tells them to use something that can’t be sliced or taken apart by a droid specialist, and to avoid collars because Anakin was a slave for nearly a decade, and has a lot of traumatic associations--and in an isolated room.
It’s not a cell. Not technically.
He can’t just leave, though.
Obi-Wan hates himself for it, just a little. He doesn’t want to be doing this, not to his padawan, his brother, his son, but... a massacre. Even the younglings, he’d said.
(“He said he didn’t think he could do it again,” Obi-Wan mutters, half to himself and half to the mind healer that asks for his rundown of the situation. “I think he knows it was wrong, but...”)
(But he still did it, of course.)
It’s... better than Obi-Wan feared, but worse than he hoped.
Anakin is emotionally unstable. He has been, for a long time, but he’s usually functional. When the mind healer isn’t directly poking at his worst wounds, Anakin can more or less pass for... not okay, necessarily, but no worse than anyone else in the war had. He can say the right words. He can do a joint meditation. He can talk about philosophy the way a Knight that’s taken all the right classes does.
But part of Anakin still holds to the idea that the Tuskens deserved to die.
“This is my fault,” Obi-Wan whispers, more than once, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. “I should have...”
“He was an adult,” says Mace, who isn’t Mace, not the one that Obi-Wan knows, but a newer friend, one that’s still figuring how to act around him. “Young, but still an adult. He made that choice.”
Obi-Wan doesn’t answer. Things aren’t that simple.
“The timing can’t have been a coincidence,” Obi-Wan mutters to himself, later on, but in the same spot, and the same position.
The Quinlan of this universe shrugs. He knows Obi-Wan better than most, right now. Psychometry’s helpful that way, and sharing Obi-Wan’s heat hadn’t hurt. “Seems likely. You said Sith were involved and setting traps, and a kid like yours, with that much power and trauma... ripe for the molding.”
Obi-Wan whines, and then catches the noise and stuffs it back down, locks it up tight with the other ‘instinct’ things he doesn’t like to think about having. The sound already has Quinlan shifting closer, and the smell is... intended to be comforting, he thinks. Reacting to his own distress, which he’s probably just pumping out right now, because he still doesn’t know how to--
“Can I help?” Quinlan asks, and Obi-Wan lets him.
Someone gets through to Anakin, maybe, or he just lets himself be ground down, or Obi-Wan’s entreaties that he can’t teach Ahsoka until he understands his crimes get through. He won’t be trusted around the clones until the Jedi can trust him to do the right thing, they inform him.
“I wouldn’t hurt the clones.”
“Nobody’s going to believe that until you understand your crimes and truly, actually feel remorse for them.”
There wasn’t a crime, technically. Not in this universe. That tribe is still alive, here, unknowing of the fate they escaped by dint of Anakin talking himself down from committing another slaughter.
(He tells the mind healer it’s because Obi-Wan was there.)
(He might have done it, he says, if he hadn’t thought Obi-Wan would be disappointed in him.)
(He says it like it’s a foregone conclusion, that Obi-Wan’s opinion is worth more than the horror of what he might become.)
“We’re going to keep an eye on anyone talking to Palpatine,” Shaak tells him one day, after Anakin’s been mental instability hold for two weeks. “We don’t know for sure how far the similarities extend from your universe to ours, but given everything else you’ve been right about...”
“That bad?” Obi-Wan asks.
Shaak grimaces, fangs glinting in the light. “I want to believe we’d have never allowed a child into such a position, but I can’t know what political leverage may have been used in your dimension... whatever reason was had to put Skywalker in those rooms, we know the consequences now--”
“What did he do to my padawan?” Obi-Wan demands, because Anakin won’t even tell him that. Anakin hasn’t mentioned Palpatine since they left Tatooine. Not to Obi-Wan.
“Nothing physical,” Shaak manages. “But the lies he told and the suggestions he planted... it’s good they haven’t met again yet in this life. We’ll all be keeping them far apart.”
He wants to take solace in that. “Why do you know before I do?”
“Skywalker values your opinion,” she says. “Only yours. He doesn’t want you more disappointed in him than you already are, so much of what is relayed to the council as a matter of security goes no further, but this was deemed necessary to share. He agreed to it, if you worried we’d broken his confidence.”
Anakin’s therapy would normally be entirely private.
Anakin’s therapy would normally not be in response to confessions of mass slaughter.
He hasn’t asked to be let out, which Obi-Wan hopes is a sign that he realizes at least subconsciously that he was in the wrong. The mind healer says he could have been released under watch by a Master probably a day or two after he arrived, but seems to be drawing some kind of comfort in knowing he couldn’t hurt someone even if he tried.
Obi-Wan is Anakin’s emergency contact. His next of kin. His healthcare proxy. Anakin has a right to privacy, minor as it is in such a situation, and everyone recognizes and treats him as an adult, but... Obi-Wan learns as much from the mind-healer as he would have back when Anakin was actually a child.
“He trusts you to make the right decisions,” the mind healer tells him, careful and unassuming. “He has... a lot of conflicting opinions about many things, including the order, the coming war, the nature of human reproductive dynamics, the Code... but he seems keen on the idea that you are his best reference on morality and ethics.”
Oh, good, more horrifying responsibility.
“He’s better,” the mind healer tells him. “I want to get him out of here before he starts going stir crazy while still relying on the perceived safety as a crutch for his mental health. And he--”
“He’ll be staying with me,” Obi-Wan says, heavy as anything. “I know.”
“Well... there’s a war coming,” the mind healer says. She offers a thin smile when he looks at her. “I don’t want him going out, but it makes him feel useful, gives him a direction for the aggression, and... the Council is adamant that we’ll need him as much as we need you.”
It’s true.
“Did he tell you why everyone called him the Hero With No Fear?”
“No.”
“Ask him.”
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bythelightofmysaber · 3 years
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The Framing
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Anakin quietly worked on the speeder, sweat dripping into his eyes from his short hair. He had cut it off just days after the fall of the Jedi, and he had further grown a beard and dressed differently than he had before. He had to hide—and not just because he was a Jedi. But also because everyone thought Anakin Skywalker had become Darth Vader. Which he never did. He remembered his battle with Obiwan, how the man had accused him of killing the younglings and falling to the dark. Anakin, in hindsight, can remember feeling a distortion in the force. Which means the situation was manipulated and just like that Anakin lost everything. His friendships with Padme and Obiwan, and his padiwan as well. He lost everyone to a lie that they believed. And now the empire was in control and Darth Vader was masquerading around as the former Anakin Skywalker. It hurt and disgusted him. And he was so alone. He didn’t have C3PO or R2D2. He had no one. But it was safer that way.
“Come on,” Erik muttered under his breath. “Just a bit farther...”
He sighed as the machine sputtered and died. He shook his head. Living here on Battu wasn’t the best and they did without more often than living comfortably. It was a far cry from their lives on Naboo. But the empire’s presence was too strong there and they couldn’t stay.
The assassination of Padme by Darth Vader saw to that.
He slipped from the moisture machine and made his way inside. His eyes found Sassa and Fan, working on lunch.
“The machine died. I’ll have to go into town and see if I can find someone reliable to fix it.”
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catgriller · 2 years
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Thinking about this image..
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Good lord help me so many ideas- Obikin ones ofc 😮‍💨😮‍💨 FIRST OFF.. Y’know that one post I made where Obiwan would flirt with his enemies in TCW………. Yeah….. yes this is going to happen, depressed sleep deprived Obiwan fighting for his life and then BOOM “darling” YEP YEP!!
Vader and Obi literally take a breather from exhaustion cuz plot wise duh and then Obiwan(huffing puffing, red faced, literally dying from the heat) goes: “I trained you better then this, Darling.. is this the best you can do?” In the most smoothest voice ever- like?? SIR WERENT YOU TIRED A FEW SECONDS AGO?
Vaderkin over here SLAMS his shields (cuz he has never heard Obi utter that word in ages so it mf surprises him… nothing else ☺️) so tight that even Obi can feel it even when their bond was shattered to smithereens years ago and does his usual cocky smirk and sends a little message with his eyes that say “got you, you little whore”
Vader: *clenches fist * *mutters* curse you for being so sexy and hot and beautiful.. why does the lava have to light his face that way??? God look at those beauty marks.. For kriffs sake if I didn’t hold a grudge this badly and was half robot I would jump in his arms right now.
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