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Obi-Wan Kenobi - Stewjoni Shifter AU

You know that fandom trope where people use that fact that Obi-Wan’s home planet (Stewjon) is unknown as an excuse to make him interesting/give him more alien traits? 

 W E L P.  

I’ve jumped on the bandwagon.

So here’s some doodles of my ‘Stewjoni Shifters’ AU!

Also, here’s some lore I’ve thought of (only a little inspired from Avatar):

The planet Stewjon is an Outer rim planet, about as far out as you can get 

It’s very unexplored and completely uncolonized

This is due to the fact that the planet, it’s plant life, and it’s wildlife, act as an ‘immune system’ of sorts and attack any outsiders once they land of the planet

Any ships/outside lifeforms that land of the planet are instantly attack by horrible weather, poisonous plants, or vicious wildlife that targets them

There was a period of time after the planet was first discovered that dozens of ships tried to explore the planet but after all of them were killed, destroyed, or chased off, most stopped

Planet was labeled unsafe, hazardous, and inhabitable by the Republic and no one travels there (except for the occasional bold explorer who tries to be ‘the first to tame Stewjon’, only to be chased of or killed)

However, the planet IS actually inhabited 

Republic knows that there are intelligent, native lifeforms on Stewjon, but no one has gotten film or photos of them so it’s unknown what they really look like (since most explorers are killed) (and those that live either never see the Stewjoni or only see unclear glimpses of them)

So there are tons of myths about what the Stewjoni look like, and how they live on a planet that seemingly tried to kill any intelligent life (it doesn’t, it only tries to kill foreign lifeforms)

Myths on Stewjoni: they are cannibal monsters, they are rogue Sithspawn, they are past dead explorers possessed and mutated by the planet, etc.

Reality: The Stewjoni natives are shifters of sorts with a force like connection to their planet

Stewjoni have a ‘Stewjoni’ form and a ‘Near-Human’ form

What they consider their ‘natural’ form is the their Stewjoni form (the creature drawn in my sketches)

This form is a little bigger than a Wookiee, are pretty strong, have night vision, and have strong scent 

In this form they can only speak their native language, which is similar to Wookiee language (animalistic sounds like growls, chirps, hissing, clicks, grumbling, etc.)

Their ‘Near-Human’ form is considered as their ‘unnatural/less common’ form

They don’t shift into it as much

This form is looks exactly like any human and is the same size as the average human

In this form they can speak more general languages (Basic/any langue’s with articulated words) plus their native language 

Only difference is they can still use their sense of smell that they use while in ‘Stewjoni’ form

The Native Stewjoni species is as close to being ‘an entire species born natural force-sensitive’ as you can get

They don’t have Jedi powers of anything like that

They just all are born with low lever force sensitivity which allows them to connect with their planet (only their planet) and it’s life forms/plant life

(Can’t manipulate the planet by any means, but they can feel connected to it and feels the emotions of the animals)

(If the Jedi/Republic ever found out more about the Stewjoni species it would contentious. A species that can shift from a normal looking human into a bigger, stronger form? Plus an entire species that naturally is born with low lever force sensitivity?)

(If you are like ‘that’s not how the force works’ or ‘that’s not canon consistent’ then I’ll just say ‘chalk it up to Alternate Universe changes’)

Now we get onto Obi-Wan and his story in this AU:

Obi-Wan is born on Stewjon and is Stewjoni!

But he’s not a normal Stewjoni. His force connection is not low level as like the rest of his people, it’s high level (Jedi level)

So his people, who know of the Jedi, decide he needs to be taken to grow up somewhere were he can be trained (even if their people are kinda force sensitive, they don’t have the abilities or knowledge of stronger force abilities and skills. So they don’t know how to really help Obi-Wan)

(Also, with Obi-Wan being so force sensitive and living on a planet that is kinda force sensitive/responds to him, he’s overwhelmed and don’t control how he effects the planet or how it effects him. He’s so young that he can’t even understand what’s happening to him or how to stop it) (He’s literally a baby at this point)

(So, how do the Stewjoni know of the Jedi? Well since no one knows Stewjoni are shifters (and everyone assumes they are savage animals who aren’t really intelligent). The Stewjoni sometimes shift into Near-human form and go off planet to discreetly check out the Republic/get goods

The Republic and Jedi do not know the Stewjoni do this (even if a Jedi would run into a Stewjoni, they only would read as a vaguely force-sensitive human)

So Obi-WAN’s parents and the Stewjon leader sneak to the Jedi temple with Obi-Wan in Near-Human form and then ask for an audience with the Jedi council

They pretty much get the Jedi to swear secrecy and explain how the Stewjoni are shifters and how Obi-Wan is strong in the force. 

They want the Jedi to take care of him because they don’t know how to

(they don’t tell them about how their species as a whole is low force sensitive, or that they can connect to their planet. Basically they keep it bare minimum information)

The Jedi are reluctant to take Obi-Wan (he’s from a mysterious planet, a mysterious species, and a force sensitive shape shifter)

But they eventually agree

The council are sworn to secrecy, they can’t tell the Republic or other Jedi what little they known about the Stewjoni, and they can’t tell anyone what about Obi-Wan is

The Stewjoni leave Obi-Wan with the Jedi to be raised in the Crèche

(Before they leave, the Stewjoni say that Obi-Wan is free to come to Stewjon later or contact them about his species and culture, but the Jedi council is like ‘it’s not the Jedi way to keep contact with family once part of the Order’. In reality they just don’t want to be any more affiliated with the Stewjoni. They already are being secretive by hiding their knowledge of the Stewjoni and Obi-Wan from the Republic/senate. So they don’t want more contact with them in case they get found out by the Republic. As it will look bad if they are secretly in contact with this mysterious and powerful species)

Growing up in the Temple, Obi-Wan is very heavily monitored

The Council/few high up Jedi that know what Obi-Wan is, aren’t cruel to Obi-Wan per-say . They aren’t outright mean to him, but they are influenced (unintentionally) by the myths and propaganda about Stewjoni Natives and how they are ‘cannibals’, ‘feral’, and ‘naturally dangerous’.

 It doesn’t help that all they know are rumors and the fact that everyone who goes to Stewjon usually is killed. Everyone assumes the Stewjoni people killed the explorers, not that the planet actually does it. 

(It also doesn’t help that the Stewjoni refused to give much information on their people and their traits when they gave Obi-Wan to the Jedi)

So they have a stereotype of Stewjoni in their heads. They think Obi-Wan is by nature, feral and inclined to violence

(To be clear, they are wrong. The Stewjoni are not naturally voilent or feral)

They think any anger or negative emotion Obi-Wan expresses is a sign of him leaning towards his nature of violence

They swiftly try to staunch those emotions in Obi-Wan (not just in the typical Jedi way of releasing through the force, but also by reprimanding Obi-Wan for ‘giving in’ to his ‘violent instincts’)

This definitely is a struggle in Obi-WAN’s youth

It’s an unfortunate cycle: Obi-Wan gets angry because he’s a literal child with emotions -> Jedi stereotype and belittle Obi-Wan’s emotions for being ‘Stewjoni violence’ -> Obi-Wan gets upset that for being treated this way -> Jedi punish him for being angry -> *reapeat cycle*

(It’s not until he’s older (and more beat down from being constantly told he’s ‘bad’ for having certain emotions) that he learns to control his emotions so well and be calm. Thus becoming the Obi-Wan we know so well)

The Jedi also have the thought that Obi-Wan shifting into his Stewjoni form makes him more feral and animalistic, so they pretty much forbid him from shifting

(So he ends up shifting in secret when he’s a young. But after being caught and punished he pretty much stops shifting completely as he’s older)

Basically his entire childhood he’s treated as if he’s innately dangerous and bad, and only through training from the Jedi will be be able to learn to control himself and attempt at being a good person

Only if he embraces being the perfect Jedi and suppress his Stewjoni nature will he be safe for everyone else around him

He’s treated like a dangerous animal

When he’s young he fights this notion but pretty quickly he stops and even starts to believe it

This is also why no Jedi master wants to take him as a Padawan

Even if most Jedi don’t know about what he is, they know the Crèche Masters and Council treat him warily and talk like he’s violent and angry

So he gets sent to the Agri-Corps (like canon) when he ages out at 13 and the Council hopes that this way they can still help Obi-Wan control his force abilities while keeping him away from fighting and Kighthood (they fear if he becomes a knight that the training on fighting will make him loose control of his Stewjoni instincts)

Everything with Qui-Gon taking Obi-Wan on last minute still happens

(Except for the context that Qui-Gon knows about Obi-Wan being Stewjoni from the council and pretty much says ‘I’ll take you on, only because I believe you can over come you’re innate nature’. He still believes the stereotype that Obi-Wan has natural instincts to be violent, but he thinks Obi-Wan can overcome them)

Obi-Wan leaving the Order to stay on Melida/Daan to help the Young in the War stays the same (except he shifts a few times to help the Young in battle and he makes them promise to never tell what he can do)

As Obi-Wan gets older and becomes more calm and controlled of his emotions (better at hiding them from the Jedi tbh), the council and Jedi become more accepting and kind to him

(They think he’s strong and capable, that he overcame his innate nature and that’s admirable of him)

(Again, they still believe the stereotype of Stewjoni instincts and nature, and they believe Obi-Wan is naturally dangerous, just that he’s successful embraced being a Jedi and suppressing his natural self to be better)

The few who don’t believe the stereotypes and understand the cruel treatment Obi-Wan goes through are: Quinlan, Bant, Garen, and Mace. (Obi-Wan breaks the rules to not tell anyone what he is to tell Quinlan, Bant, and Garen what he is when they are still in the Crèche)

Quinlan on the regular tries to sneak Obi-Wan out to get him to shift and be himself more (when Obi-Wan is older he resists these trip more and more as he believes the lies about his Stewjoni form being bad)

AND THATS ENOUGH RANDOM LORE FOR NOW, WOW THATS TOO MUCH LORE.  I lied here’s a few more less plot related lore bits of this AU:

When Obi-Wan discovers the clones and becomes a general of the 212th Battalion he deeply empathizes with the way the clones are dehumanized and how they get no choices in their lives, how they are controlled

He understands what it’s like to be told you are/should be innately a certain way

To be told he should give up parts of yourself to become what others need of you

So he’s kind and more personable to the clones than many others

(Though there is a dark part of him that feels bitterness towards the fact that the Jedi feel sympathy to the clones. The Jedi are kind to the clones and try to protect them in battle. They out right acknowledge that it’s unfair how the clones are controlled by the Republic. The Jedi tell the clones ‘you are individuals’ and ‘your emotions matter’. They never did that for him. The Jedi were never that kind to him. He feels bad for feeling this way)

Stewjoni do have some more ‘animalistic’ behaviors, but no violent ones that the stereotypes may suggest. More like they like to lightly buttheads/nuzzle cheeks as a greeting with friends and family. So sometimes when Obi-Wan is injured/tired/out of it he will try to nuzzle/knock his head against Cody, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, or other clones, and it confuses the hell out of them lol.

Sometimes Obi-Wan will make Stewjoni noises when distracted and it’s also pretty confusing to bystanders\

*Obi-Wan is frustrated with some paperwork he’s doing*: *starts growling under his breath* 

Cody: *also doing paperwork nearby* ‘wtf’

 Example:

*Obi-Wan after fighting Maul and listening to Mail monologue about how he’s gonna make Obj-Wan suffer* 

Obi-Wan: *hisses at Maul*

Maul: ‘. . . did you just fucking hiss at me?

Example:

 *Obi-Wan injured after a mission and drugged up on painkillers* 

Obi-Wan: *leans into Anakin and nuzzles him while chirping* 

Anakin: *Confused embarrassed panicking*

 Example:

*Ahsoka shaken and upset after a bad mission*

 Obi-Wan: *sits down next to her and raps a arm around her and starts purring*

Ahsoka: *starts purring back*

 (Cody and Anakin my suspect that Obi-Wan isn’t human but Near-Human of some kind but don’t really know for sure)

(Ahsoka is the only one who can sense that Obi-Wan is something not human and not Near-Human. Headcanon: that Togruta have their own ‘animalistic’ traits (similar to Stewjoni and Wookiees), so when Obi-Wan acts more ‘Stewjoni’ she picks up on it more. Normally she wouldn’t guess it but since she’s around him more than others and she already recognizes non-human behaviors, she sees it.)

Stewjoni when in Stewjoni form can only speak in their native langue’s (animal like sounds)

Stewjoni when in Near-Human form can speak more human like langue’s (Basic/Mandoa’a/etc.) but can also speak their native langue’s and make those sounds (chirps, growls, purrs, etc.)

Later when Obi-Wan is a young adult he gets a random urge of rebellion and gets a tattoo of a Stewjoni in Stewjoni form on his back (the ‘Stewjoni Emblem’)

I still have more plot/lore ideas for this AU but I really should stop at some point. So, if you read all that nonsense I wrote, hats off to you. Lol.

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Vil Kenobi from the hidden king // lore

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new wip wednesday

i wanted to get the first chapter of this done as an early bday present to me because ive been talking about this fic for foreverrrrr but its not gonna happen because im bad at measuring time and effort 😮‍💨 but look! hunger games au fic!

Anakin pushes his face into his neck, letting his lips press against his pulse for a moment. 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, recognition and warning rolled into one tone. 

But Anakin wouldn’t be who he is if he allowed the man in his arms to so easily twist away. He wouldn’t even be here now, pressed up against him with the scent of saltwater and lilacs and leather filling his nose, if he let one warning word distract him from his goal.

So instead he pushes further, wraps his hands around Obi-Wan’s hips and takes the skin beneath his lips between his teeth. The soft fabric of their pants brush together, so loud in the stillness of the kitchen that it’s deafening—that it’s almost loud enough to drown out the catch in Obi-Wan’s breathing.

But Anakin has trained himself over the past five years to listen for all the small ways that Obi-Wan Kenobi capitulates, so he hears his sigh, feels the slump of his shoulders against his own as his head sways forward and then back.

Anakin takes his time worrying a bitemark into his neck, just at the edge of his beard. On the holos that will film Obi-Wan’s face today, it’ll look like a shadow. 

But Anakin will know. Obi-Wan will know. 

“Anakin,” his lover murmurs, and Anakin’s hand moves from his waist up to stroke down his arm, corded with tense muscle. Fisherman’s muscle. Victor’s muscle too.

Not today, he means. It’s obvious in every line of his body. It’s obvious in the fact that he left the bed so early in the morning when neither of them must work. It’s obvious in the distance in his eyes, the frown across his lips.

Today is not a day where Obi-Wan will accept pleasure from anyone’s lips or hands, undeserving as he feels to be on the receiving end of such a kindness.

Anakin’s left hand falls to cover Obi-Wan’s, tangling their fingers together. His are rougher than Obi-Wan’s, working man’s hands now that he is twenty-one and a man of the sea like most are on Stewjon. The rough drag of his calluses over the hairy knuckles of Obi-Wan’s hand makes Anakin swallow a smile. Victors of the Hunger Games are forbidden from working laborious jobs. They’re meant to languish away in their Coruscanti-funded manors, with idle minds and idle hands, picking at paints or design stencils or any number of different government approved hobbies

Obi-Wan Kenobi is not made to be idle. He has no patience for painting or sewing, for cooking or jewelry design. Luckily for him, Stewjon is the fourth planet from Coruscant, on the edge of the inner rim, and it’s rather small, rather ordinary. In the colder months, during the few months of the star year where the galaxy is not forced to care about the Hunger Games and its Victors, he can slip away to the ocean. Fish and sail like he was born to do, Stewjoni through and through.

But Anakin is out on those choppy seas year-round now that he’s four years finished with his compulsory education. His hands are rougher than Obi-Wan’s and they always will be.

Anakin likes it. Likes the way Obi-Wan’s softness contrasts against his own rougher places. Likes that he can sneak away from Obi-Wan’s manor in the blue of the pre-dawn light, first to the sea and then to the market, and Obi-Wan will be there when he gets back. Likes that when he leaves, his lover is curled up asleep in their bed. And when he returns with the fattest fish from his haul, Anakin can cook it for him too. 

He likes that he is the only thing Obi-Wan needs. He provides. He cooks for him. He feeds him. He touches him with his rough hands, to dirty him and then to clean him up. Everything that Obi-Wan needs, Anakin is the person to give it to him.

He supposes he has Coruscant to thank for that.

He’s not stupid enough to say that—ever, but especially today. Especially on the day of the Reaping. 

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~King of the Dragonfish: Chapter 16 ~

When he returns from hunting treasure to find the cave empty of jedi, his scream of rage is enough to make the walls shudder and rain with scree. Maul reaches out in the force, throwing a wide net of energy out with the intent to hunt Kenobi and drag him back here. Retribution would be paid in blood for this-

He finds the jedi's energy signature just a little ways away, stationary. Lambent. The sith is brought up short, confused. Taken aback even.

Was this an escape attempt… or not?

Lashing down on his rage, setting aside judgment for a moment, Maul leaves his pot and box on the shore, and returns to the water to seek the jedi through the force. He swims fast and true for less than a minute, left and right and around…

The dragonfish sith breeches the pocket of his own bedroom cave, and rises up in a quiet rush of shedding water. Kenobi is here? Here? He went wandering, but not to his lightsaber or the surface, but here?

Maul sways his way through the caves and comes up on his own bed. There the jedi lies, buried under makeshift blankets, curled in on himself, shivering.

The sith looks around in disbelief. There on the shelf of his nightstand is his saberstaff, he leans close sniffing… not a trace of skin scent on it. Kenobi had not come looking for a weapon to kill him with then.

The last embers of his rage dowse themselves as he returns his attention to the cold little ball of stewjon.

“Jjjedi,” he whispers thoughtfully, running his claws through salt-crisp hair. “Always leaving behind the heat you need, awake or asleep. What a pathetic thing you are.”

Maul withdraws, considering the situation. Either Kenobi needed to be brought to heat, or heat needed to be brought to Kenobi. He ponders it briefly, but easily decides that he likes the jedi to be in his bed.

He goes, gathers the magma ball from the second prison cave, and returns. It is cooled somewhat, so he slices it in half with his saber like an orange, revealing the cherry red center. The freshly unmasked lava blooms with heat, rapidly forming a new black crushed shell on its surface.

Maul situates one of the halves just so, pointing it's radiant heat toward the bed. Then, he climbs in, finding his way under covers to drag his Kenobi to him. He discovers bare skin, offering him easy access to touch new places. The variety of textures is fascinating.

Predictably, when faced with heat and weight and a living body, the jedi seeks him out like a plant turning to the sun. Limbs unclench and the ball of him eases open. Arms come winding around his back, and a scruffy face presses to his shoulder.

Kenobi sighs with contentment at his presence, and Maul feels… he feels…

The words for this. These too are missing from his memory of before. Or perhaps he never had them.

Darth Maul draws his prisoner close, and waits for him to wake. The other man’s force signature brightens at one point, perhaps touching consciousness, but he drifts back down again without a word.

It is hours before the jedi truly stirs, groaning at the back of his throat as he peers blearily around.

“Kenobi,” Maul says, catching the man's chin in his fingers and drawing that watery gaze toward him.

The jedi blinks a few times, focus slow to resolve. “Where am I?” he asks.

He hums, fingers playing through that ginger beard. Soft. So soft. “Where you are meant to be.”

With a muddled huff, Kenobi turns to look around, not satisfied with his answer. “I remember getting bored and going exploring, and then I found a cave with… things. Art and trinkets… was I dreaming?”

“Mmno,” the sith denies, “you have found my cave, and put yourself in my bed. This is... good.”

The jedi scrubs a hand over his face, and back through his hair. Maul runs a hand down his bare side, then back up again.

“Sorry. I'm… not really parsing anything,” Kenobi replies.

Maul scoffs, “Because you left the heat, again. You are too weak to survive the cold. I have scolded you before but you did not listen. Hear me now: I forbid you from leaving warm places again unless I am there to watch you.”

Kenobi sloughs back down, loose limbed in his hold. “...”

“Jedi,” he says warningly at the silence, leaning in toward the other man's face. “Obey me.”

That tired, watery blue gaze lifts to his. “Mmnnn?”

So unfocused. So soft and pliant. Irresistible.

Maul’s eyes are drawn to chapped pink lips where the lower one is loose and slightly parted from the top. He doesn't question the stray desire to taste the cracked texture of it. The sith presses close, licking those lips, slipping his tongue inside a slack mouth.

“Ah,” Kenobi says softly, letting him take what he wants. His smooth tongue slides against Maul's, reactive to the languid stroking of his.

The dragonfish sith runs his claws gently down the back of his prisoner, careful not to cut unintentionally, until back becomes backside. He cups the handful of curve, squeezes and pulls, drawing their hips closer together.

The jedi turns his head away, hiding in Maul's neck. “Please, I don't…”

“Hnn?” he asks, enthralled with the way Kenobi’s soft belly and scattering of body hair felt against his own smooth stomach.

“Just hold me and let me sleep. I just want to rest,” the man pleads softly.

He tsks, “If you would stay where I put you, your strength would not wane.”

Kenobi sighs gustily, relaxing when Maul's hand returns to petting the pale flesh of him higher up. Straying places that are personal, but not quite so personal. The jedi comes back out of hiding when the trend continues. His eyes look like they struggle to stay open.

“I have gifts for you,” Maul tells him, “To earn your favor.”

“It isn't something that can or should be earned with material things,” Kenobi mumbles.

“Jedi drivel,” he counters. “Nice and necessary things are a fair measure of who to show favor to.”

Unable to help himself, the sith's claw skim just a little lower, teasing the sensitive line of skin between the other man's low back and ass. Kenobi groans, and his hips rock.

“Nng,” the pale man says simply, brows drawing faintly upward in pleasure.

Maul kisses him again, far more gently than he deserves, then settles down. “Sleep, Kenobi. Regain your strength. When you wake I will show you your gifts.”

For once, the witless jedi does as he's told.

To be continued...

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You know I have this headcanon that Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cal Kestis are actually BOTH from Stewjon and I think it'd be funny that Anakin has troubles with two sassy ginger jedi from the same planet who may or may not be related but also broke into a fortress via water and still made it out in one piece

If you throw in that hc that Stewjoni hate force users then you'd get double the trauma. What if Obi was the one who had to visit the planet that tried to drown him for simply existing to retrieve another baby with the force (Cal).

Anyway I just think it'd be neat.

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[megamindsupremacy]

Stewjon is Space Scotland: Names and Naming Conventions

For context, I designed an entire naming system for my Stewjon is Space Scotland AU. I'm still trying to work out the cultural logistics of it, but the actual practical logistics I have down.

To break everything down:

Stewjon is a clan-centric society, with clans and clan names having a hugely important role in the culture. I therefore had clan names feature in both the first and last name of Stewjonis.

-The last name (Kenobi) is the family/clan name, and is passed down the family paternally. This is both because I'm from a western culture with a paternal naming tradition, and also because I liked how his parents names sounded when the last names transferred paternally but not maternally. "Ken" would translate to "Clan" (I don't know if this is accurate to Scots English or Scots Gaelic, but I'm working from canon Star Wars names and trying to worldbuild from nothing so work with me here), and then the clan name "Obi" is attached, so "Kenobi" translates to "Clan Obi" or "of Clan Obi"

-The given name (-Wan, but we'll get to "Wan" in a second) is one to two syllables. All of these names are (according to Wikipedia) actual Scottish names, which I picked from the list mostly based on how well they'd sound next to the clan name.

-The prefix clan name (Obi-) is the interesting part. All children are given the father's clan name as both their first and last clan name. Therefore, Obi-Wan Kenobi, son of Ito-Benneit Kenobi, has "Obi" in both his first and last name. However, upon marriage, the couple swaps their prefix clan names to signify the tie between their clans. Therefore his mother Ito-Ceit Kenito and his father Obi-Benneit Kenobi became Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi upon their marriage.

-Originally I was going to do something with the fact that "Obi" means belt in Japanese, such as making the clan names signify professions in the same way "Miller" or "Smith" would in English surnames, but I gave up because Japanese is so different of a language from what I understand that I would have just made myself very confused and everyone who understands Japanese language and culture very mad. So I just went with a vowel-consonant-vowel pattern for all the clan names and called it a day.

-Remember how I said we would come back to "Wan"? Obi-Wan wasn't born Obi-Wan Kenobi. He was born Obi-Owen (Owen is a whole 'nother thing and I decided to just give myself a freebie on it), and his name was anglicized (basic-icized?) upon being brought to the Jedi temple. Not on purpose, but it did happen. So technically the chart above should have him listed as Obi-Owen Kenobi, but I already took the screenshot so this is what we're working with.

-Culturally, it's respectful to refer to someone by their full name (Obi-Owen Kenobi). The full name stands until two people are fairly close to each other, platonically or romantically. The informal, friendly version would be their full first name (Obi-Owen). So you wouldn't call your new friend "Obi-Owen" until you're quite close, even if you're social equals. Technically you could refer to someone by their given name only (Owen), but it's awkward and Stewjonis don't really see a reason for it. All of this highlights the cultural emphasis placed on clans and clan ties in Stewjoni society.

The Family Tree

THE KIDS

Starting from the bottom, we have the four Kenobi siblings. Obi-Conn is the oldest, and he marries Yana-Eóin Kenyana, becoming Yana-Conn Kenobi. None of this happens in the story but I wrote it in the chart anyways. Obi-Eóin is nonbinary, which is why their square is white instead of blue or pink.

Obi-Mór and Obi-Pál are twins and approximately four years younger than Yana-Conn. Obi-Mór is ambiguously disabled (she has some form of muscular disability, but the specifics weren't relevant to the story). Obi-Pál is just some guy and I love him for that.

Obi-Owen is the baby of the family. He's twelve years younger than the twins (16 years younger than Yana-Conn) and was definitely an oopsie-baby. I don't need to say anything else because he is also one of the major characters of the Star Wars franchise. You know him.

THE PARENTS

Obi-Ceit Kenito and Ito-Benneit Kenobi are the Kenobi siblings' parents. I don't have much to say here other than that Ito-Benneit shortens his name to Ito-Ben, to avoid the repeated "eet" sound in his full first name. I'm sure that doesn't affect Obi-Owen's future nicknames in any way!

It is Ito-Benneit fault, by the way, that I made clan prefixes instead of surnames to be switched upon marriage. Culturally, it would have made more sense for the more commonly used first name to hold your birth clan and your less commonly used surname to indicate your linked-by-marriage clan, but I needed Obi-Benneit to marry into the name Ito-Benneit so that I could shorten it to Ben. Goddammit.

THE GRANDPARENTS

Ito-Ben's parents are entirely irrelevant so they don't exist. Sad!

Technically I didn't have to name Ito-Lili Kenuna, but I felt bad having her up there as an unnamed person. Una-Owen Kenito, as you may suspect, is where Obi-Wan's name comes from. I really wanted to highlight his Stewjoni heritage in this fic, so giving him family ties through his whole name was important to me. Obi-Ceit names Obi-Owen for her father because Una-Owen was a strong fighter, and she wants to pass that resilience to her son. Which, uh. Well he sure is resilient to things trying to kill him!

Feel free to come yell at me in the askbox about Stewjon's worldbuilding!

#mads posts #stewjon is space scotland AU #star wars #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #stewjon #i have without a doubt spent more time researching for this fic than i have writing it #but honestly thats where im having the most fun #hey can you tell i took a cultural anthropology class last semester and there was a unit in family + naming conventions? #can you tell im taking a linguistics class this semester? #i dont think its obvious. it's probably really super subtle and sprinkled lightly throughout the post right #right? guys? right? #this fic started out as an excuse to write about textiles and its turned into a scots gaelic linguistic deep dive <- this user is autistic #something else about the naming system that I didnt get into the post is that it reinforces a hetero+allonormative society #because marriage is hugely important to naming practices and clan names are based on the father's clan #which presupposes there even being a father in the marriage #or even a marriage #I dont know what yana-conn and Obi-eóin will do with their kids. theyre part of the younger generation and obi-eóin is being nb is a very #strange concept for many of the older generations #given that this is star wars and xenobiology exists i dont think there would be a huge backlash #but stewjon is a human-centric society so they're not as used to non-binary *human* genders #aliens? sure. humans? uhhhh we didnt know you could do that. weird. #obi-eóin's name is never even fucking mentioned in the fic btw im just going insane over here with worldbuilding #long post

[kingdomvel]

WIP Wednesday

Extra from Welcome to our castle

Anakin and Obi-Wan go for some tea in Stewjon's Capital

(Read the snippet under the cut)

Anakin sighs as he sits down on the chair. They have spent the whole day walking around, visiting places. The capital is as lovely as Anakin thought it would be, but there is also a lot of people. That is why he, even if he is not tired, welcomes the peace of the place they are in now. Obi-Wan had insisted they had some afternoon tea, and Anakin had let himself be led to a building just in the heart of the old town, to a big library with tall columns, a wide central hall surrounded by smaller nooks between the bookshelves.

They are sitting in one of those alcoves, the rest of the library hidden in a way that makes them almost feel like they are alone. The window at the other side lets them see the groups of tourists, but it is soundproof enough that they are not bothered by the noise.

Anakin pulls out his phone as soon as the woman that led them to their table leaves.

“What are you looking for?” Obi-Wan asks, his voice genuinely curious.

“I’m looking up this place to see a menu, she didn’t leave one with us.” Anakin answers. He opens the first search result, the library’s website.

“There is no menu,” Obi-Wan answers, “the menu is pre-set, they will bring the savouries in a minute.”

“Yeah but they must have some menu here.” Anakin says, scrolling through the page. “Like to at least know what they are going to serve and how much is it.” Obi-Wan reaches out for his phone then, but Anakin stops his hand before he can take it from him. He pauses. He has found the menu. “Sixty pounds?!” he exclaims, and immediately realizes he probably spoke too loudly. “Obi-Wan, your afternoon tea is sixty pounds per person.”

“I know Anakin.” Obi-Wan answers, infuriatingly calm as always.

“That is almost how much I wanted to spend on food in out two days here.” Anakin says. Obi-Wan must know that sixty pounds for some tea and sandwiches is not normal.

“For the two days?” Obi-Wan asks, with a frown. Anakin nods. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I insisted we came here, you are obviously not going to pay.”

Anakin doesn’t answer, not immediately. Of course Obi-Wan would insist on paying, But they are already staying at his house and not at an hotel, he had already insisted on paying for the breakfast too. Anakin was always aware of the differences between them, Obi-Wan was the owner of a castle, for fucks sake. Anakin would be lying if he said he didn’t find it hot, the difference between them, but…

“I am not your sugar baby.” Anakin says. Obi-Wan looks at him with wide eyes, surprised, at the same time as there is a thud on the table. Anakin looks to the side. The waitress has just left a silver tiered tray on the side of the table. She looks slightly blushed, embarrassed about what she has just heard.

“I-“ she starts, and clears her throat, “can I bring you some kind of tea?” she asks.

“Just normal black tea for now, thank you.” Obi-Wan answers. The woman nods before she turns around and leaves. Once she is no longer within earshot, Obi-Wan turns back to Anakin and leans forward on the table to be closer to him. “Anakin I know you are not my sugar baby.” He says, his voice low, soft. “I never once thought like that about you. I like to think that our-“ he frowns, struggling to find a word, “arrangement is deeper than that. If I decide to spend some money on you, to make use of my… patrimony, it’s not because I think you want it as some kind of compensation. Trust me a bit here, will you?”

Anakin doesn’t answer, thinking it over.

“You can pay tomorrow for some normal what, five pounds tea?” Obi-wan says, and it makes Anakin smile.

“Okay,” Anakin agrees. The waitress brings them their tea then. As soon as she leaves, Anakin reaches out for the teapot, but he is stopped by Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Anakin we’ve talked about this, let it sit for at least three minutes before you pour it.”

“What? Sixty pounds and they can’t bring the tea ready to drink?” Anakin asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head, but there is a small smile playing on his lips.

“At least pour the milk first.”

“I strongly believe that the order does not influence the final product.” Anakin says, just to tease Obi-Wan, because he has very strong opinions on tea and Anakin loves to reel him up about them.

“You should be banished from this country.”

#castle au #if you havent seen ewan talking about how to make correct tea go look for the video now #stewjons unnamed capital 100% not edimburgh idk waht you are talking about #obikin #writing stuff

[phoenixyfriend]

In one of the GG stewjon posts you said that the kaminoans do not know to look for the signs of sparkness in the clones, “and then a training room is exploding”.

The fact that you said “is exploding” instead of “explodes” has me now imagining that whatever sparky thing happened, it produced a constant (contained) explosion. The explosion didn’t just happen in a moment, rather it just… Comtinues To Happen(tm) for several days. Possibly Nala Se just said “scrap the building” and the explosion is still ongoing.

Context: GG Stewjon AU

#star wars #GG Stewjon AU #the clone wars #nala se #kamino #tipoca city #phoenix answers asks

[cowpokezuko]

My Stewjon clothing headcanons ft. Obi Wan and Ushijima

#george lucas make lore about this or I will #this is a threat #obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan star wars #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima #star wars fanart #star wars art #star wars #stewjon #omegaverse #star wars au #fan lore

[noturusualpotato]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Boba Fett & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Boba Fett & Jango Fett, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Jaster Mereel Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Boba Fett, Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel, Qui-Gon Jinn, Anakin Skywalker, Bruck Chun, Bunch of OCs, Silas the Mandalorian (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Jedi Agricultural Corps | AgriCorps (Star Wars), AgriCorps Member Obi-Wan Kenobi, Planet Naboo (Star Wars), Trade Federation Invasion of Naboo | Naboo Crisis (Star Wars), Stewjoni Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dualsex Stewjoni | Stewjoni Produce Both Ova and Sperm (Star Wars), Stewjoni Biology (Star Wars), Planet Stewjon (Star Wars), Planet Stewjon is Space Scotland, Worldbuilding, So basically made up a whole Stewjoni culture basing it off like thousand years of Scottish history, mixing it all up and using it as a loose inspiration, then put it in the space setting and added a bloody revolution into the mix, so Obi-Wan is pretty much Anastasia in this one, Boba is Obi-Wan’s and Jango’s biological child, (he’s also born a few years earlier than canon), Single Parents, Obi-Wan Kenobi Has Issues, this time the cake is taken by, Trust Issues, Good Parent Obi-Wan Kenobi, Past Relationship(s), Getting Back Together, Slow Burn, (Jango doesn’t show up till like chapter 3), Demisexual Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jango Fett has Issues, Protective Jango Fett, Jaster Mereel Lives, Force-Sensitive Boba Fett, POV Multiple, Not Beta Read, Post Mpreg, I guess I’ve written another, Kid Fic, Obi-Wan Kenobi Has Self-Esteem Issues, Stewjoni Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Romantic Comedies references, but it's not romantic comedy, too much sadness and complications for one Summary:

At the ripe age of six months “Obi-Wan Kenobi” leaves Stewjon and his real name behind. He doesn’t know why and for his safety, the Order decides that it is better to keep the truth for him. The same secret is the reason Obi-Wan never becomes a Jedi Padawan and instead is sent to the AgriCorps.

After one too many of his requests for transfer is rejected, Obi-Wan runs away and due to his own naïveté and desperation finds himself on board a pirate ship. He doesn’t think that meeting a Mandalorian bounty hunter who temporarily travels with Ohnaka will change the course of his life forever.

One contraceptive implant failure later, desperate and with no one else to turn to, he returns to AgriCorps.

Fast forward five years and little Boba starts asking questions about his father. Soon, Obi-Wan meets an ex-Mand’alor who finds Boba eerily similar to his allegedly dead son, a certain Jedi Master and his childhood bully, babysits the Chosen One and has Stewjonian nobility popping on his doorstep looking for their missing prince. It's only the beginning of the journey that will make him rediscover his lost history.

All while trying to deal with reappearance of Boba’s father in their lives.

#obi wan kenobi #jangobi #star wars #star wars fanfiction #jaster mereel #jango fett #stewjon #star wars au

[0h0possum]

Some doodles of Obi-Wan from my ‘Stewjoni Shifters AU’. 

Short description of AU:

Planet of Stewjon has natives that can shift from a ‘Near-Human’ form that looks human and a ‘Stewjoni’ form (the creature drawn above). Not much is known about the Stewjoni natives (including what the look like), and there are tons of rumors about how they are dangerous, feral, monstrous nightmares (not true). So when Obi-Wan is dropped off at the Jedi Temple the council keeps what he is hidden (from pretty much everyone) and Obi-Wan is raided to suppress his Stewjoni ‘nature’ and not shift.

If you want to read a ridiculous amount of more concepts/lore/plot I have for this au look here: https://www.tumblr.com/0h0possum/725694172300017664/obi-wan-kenobi-stewjoni-shifter-au-you-know?source=share

#star wars #star wars fanart #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi au #starwars au #starwars fandom #sw au #sw fanart #sw art #sw obi wan kenobi #stewjoni obi wan #obi wan star wars #stewjoni species #stewjoni biology #stewjon au #stewjon #stewjoni shifter au

[xxlittle0birdxx]

He didn't consciously look for Cody. Not at first. Not when the vineyard was a hive of activity from dawn to dusk during the harvest. When he was too busy to do more than put one foot in front of the other, and too weary to do more than fall into a blessedly dreamless sleep when he collapsed into bed at night. Time slipped by him, unnoticed. It was only when the vineyard stood silent did he glance up at the sound of a speeder or footsteps on the graveled path, heart in his throat. Every so often, he stood in the waning daylight, peering at the horizon, searching for Cody against the gloaming. He didn't dare search for him in the Force. And even if he did try, given the Darkness that pressed against the Light, would he be able find him?

So he waited, tamping down the tendrils of hope.

#obi wan kenobi #korkie kryze #korkie is a kenobi #toddler luke #stewjon #omega bad batch #captain rex #commander cody #cc 2224 #post rots #star wars au #au star wars #star wars fic #au fic #obi-wan raising luke #past obitine #past codywan

[tennessoui]

wherein anakin leaves the order

for @kana7o who requested anakin leaving the order when he’s 14 or so and obi-wan leaving with him which catches anakin completely by surprise. 

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It’s the balino pasta that does it. 

Sort of.

Well, okay, it’s a lot of things if Anakin is being honest.

But it’s the balino pasta that really, actually, finally does it.

Anakin stares down at the bowl in front of him, feeling the excitement curdling in his chest as Briyel digs her fork into a red noodle and raises it to her mouth with alacrity. 

“Oh stars,” Vun says from beside him, breaking a chunk of bread and dipping it into the still-bubbling yellow sauce. “Oh stars, thank the Force Master Renwal let us go early for lunch.”

“They put souan bird in it!” Lana reports, sounding so kriffing excited.

“Oh that’s bantha shit then,” Rangok says, pushing the bowl away. “Souan’s the worst.”

Anakin can’t tear his eyes away from the pasta in his bowl the same way he can’t escape the sinking feeling in his gut, the one that tells him what he already knows:

He doesn’t belong here.

Just from the smell, he can tell it’s bland, that even though the colors in his bowl are reminiscent of fire, it will taste like nothing when it slides down his throat.

“Chin up, Skywalker,” Briyel nudges at him underneath the table with her fin. “I thought you liked Souan bird.”

“I do,” Anakin says and forces a smile onto his face. “Yeah definitely.”

He reaches for the excitement that he’d felt two hours ago when the first whispers of the lunch menu circulated through his age mates. Balino pasta.

He hadn’t known what it was, but he’s gotten very good at pretending he does with this sort of thing. He’s found it’s much easier to fake excitement than it is to face his peers’ incredulity when they remember again and again that he is different from the rest of them, raised speaking a different language, on a different planet, with a different understanding of—of everything.

Even something as simple as food. 

“Yeah, it’s good,” Anakin nods and tries to make it look happy, spearing a noodle on his fork and lifting it to his mouth. “Oh, wow,” he says. “That’s wizard.”

“Oh, what?” Vun looks up from his fourth forkful. “Wait, do you actually like balino pasta?” 

Anakin freezes mid-chew. The question feels like a trap, but he can’t understand how. They’re all eating it, they were all so excited about it. Surely that means they like it. And surely that means that Anakin should as well. 

“Yeah,” he swallows. Frankly, he thinks, the ration bars he ate with his master while they took cover under a shipwreck tasted better than this. Kark, if Anakin’s being honest, the bugs he’d eaten roasted over the smallest fire imaginable on Tatooine tasted better than this.

But just a few months ago, he’d overheard his master talking with Master Vos in their quarters. Anakin was meant to be asleep, but he’d been so thirsty, still recovering from a sickness that had left him bedridden for two weeks. He’d just needed water, but then his master had been talking to Vos and it had taken Anakin all of two seconds to realize he was talking about him.

So of course he’d stayed. Of course he’d crouched in the shadows of the hallway leading to the living area and listened to his master’s words.

“It is like he does not want to be accepted by his age mates,” Obi-Wan had muttered, and Anakin could see the way he scrubbed his hand over his face. “Like he does not care nor desire the community they can bring him. That the Jedi can bring him.”

“From where I’m sitting, he wants to be accepted by you,” Quinlan Vos had replied, and Anakin had felt mortification deep down to his bones. “Maybe he doesn’t need agemates if he has you.”

“He won’t always have me,” Obi-Wan had said. “Not to mention that that way of thinking leads to dangerous attachment. He needs—kriff, Quinlan, I want him to feel as if he belongs here at the Temple, but he—he never wants to attend activities with his agemates, he never wakes in time for morning meditation, he hid the fact that he was sick until he almost collapsed in Mid Rim Contextual Histories class! I don’t know if—if he truly does not need the connection with his peers or if he doesn’t want to try or if he still does not trust the Jedi enough to seek his agemates out, but—” his master had cut himself off with a frustrated groan and gone quiet.

His friend hadn’t. “Obi-Wan, you’ve been given a difficult task, one that’s not been done in living memory for very good reason. Your padawan’s rough adjustment to Temple life is not a reflection of you as a master, nor of how much you care for the boy.”

“How could it not be?” Anakin’s master had said, and Anakin had gone back to his bed with a dry throat and a pit in his stomach which solidified into a resolution overnight: he would try. For that wavering note of dismay in his master’s voice, he would try harder than ever before to belong here in the Temple.

But then—but now—-

“I’ve never met someone who likes the balino pasta,” Vun says.

Anakin looks to Briyel, because nothing makes sense, but she’s smiling slightly too.

“But then—” he stutters out, setting down his fork in his still full bowl of food. “I don’t—”

Lana takes pity on him. “Everyone in the entire Temple thinks balino pasta is disgusting,” she tells him after she swallows her mouthful. “And so the cooks always give us the best dessert after to make up for it. Balino pasta means Bavaugan cream puffs, and if you eat really fast, Chef Faj gives you extra cream puffs.”

“Since you like the pasta so much, can I have your cream puffs?” Rangok asks, and Anakin’s chest feels tight, like all the pasta he’s just forced himself to swallow has gummed up his lungs.

He stands and walks out of the refectory without another word.

—----------

So it’s a lot of things, but it’s the balino pasta that really does it, really makes him understand that he can learn the rules and he can play nice as anything, he can join the outings his agemates schedule and he can stay silent during morning meditation, but he doesn’t belong. He doesn’t know how to, will never be able to learn every hidden rule and tacit understanding that binds the Jedi together.

He can recite the Code in four different languages, but he’ll never know about the balino pastas of the Jedi Temple, the silent rituals that bind all Jedi together.

And he can’t think of one reason why he should keep trying. 

—------------

Anakin wouldn’t say he’s an expert at leaving homes behind, but he’s done it once already, so he understands the basics.

He understands that it’s important to go fast and to not look back. He has a bit of credits, a lot more than any fourteen year old should have. He has a bit of credits and a loose plan. He’s going to leave the Jedi Order one night, and he’s not going to come back. He won all the credits he has by podracing in the lower levels, so he’ll go there first, bet on himself under a fake name, and collect his winnings. Then he’ll get off of Coruscant for good.

Out of necessity, he waits one week between the day balino pasta was served in the refectory and the night he leaves. He tells himself it’s because of the podracing schedule, but he knows it’s not.

His master is gone. He’d been sent on a solo mission a few weeks ago, and Anakin wants to say goodbye to him. He doesn’t want to just leave.

But Obi-Wan is nowhere to be found, even when Anakin thinks he should be back, and Anakin can feel the resolve in his stomach wavering.

More importantly, he can feel his disquiet slowly harden into resentment—of his agemates, of the Order, of his master.

He doesn’t want to hate anything, especially not the Jedi. Especially not his master.

So when the night of his self-imposed departure rolls around, Anakin walks to his master’s room. It’s empty still, the bed carefully made and every surface clean and devoid of personality.

He leaves his padawan braid on the blanket. His master should have that at least. It’s always been his more than it’s been Anakin’s.

It’s incredibly difficult not to linger as he walks through their quarters. He spent five years of his life here. There, the third caf table that Master had had to request because Anakin had destroyed the first two. The kitchen where Master had taught him how to make an omelet.

It doesn’t get any easier as he moves through the Jedi Temple, quiet as a mouse-droid and leaving half-hearted goodbyes in his wake even as he tries not to linger.

He knows what he should do because this is not his first time leaving a home.

But he doesn’t think he can do it, leave and not look back. He isn’t sure he has it in him.

It tears at his heart, standing in the hangar bay, hugging the shadows of the room as he waits for the last worker to leave.

He wonders when his bond with his master will fade, when his master will get another padawan. He thinks about some strange boy sleeping in his bed, and his heart falters. Maybe he can try harder. Maybe there’s still time to turn back, run back to their quarters, and unpack his bag.

He can explain away the shorn padawan braid as a training accident, he can—he can stuff this hurt deep down into his chest and try to be the padawan his master deserves. The Jedi Order can be his family, they can, he can just—he just has to pretend a little more and then he—

A hand, rough and familiar, falls onto his shoulder and it’s only when Anakin raises his head to blink tear-filled eyes at his master that he realizes he’s sunk down against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest as his mind tears into his heart.

“Hello there,” his master murmurs, kneeling in front of him. “What are you doing on the floor, padawan?”

Anakin promptly bursts into tears.

When his master sucks in a startled breath and guides him into his chest, Anakin feels rotten. He’s leaving but his master is still being so nice to him. And in a few years—a few months—his master will find a new padawan, and he won’t be his master anymore and this is what Anakin wants because he doesn’t belong at the Temple, this is what he needs. 

But it hurts. It hurts so much.

“Hush, padawan,” his master murmurs, and Anakin buries his face in the tunic of Obi-Wan’s robe.

“Not your padawan,” he mumbles, gripping tighter to the fabric. “‘M leaving.”

Obi-Wan huffs something that could be a laugh or could be scoff. “Oh, Anakin,” he says, free hand rubbing his back. “I know. But you must give me a few weeks to get used to the idea. You have been my padawan for five years. I’ll probably slip up and call you so for five more.”

Anakin sniffles and pulls back, wiping at his eyes. “You mean you’re not mad?” he asks, far more timidly than he means to. “You’re still going to want to talk to me even though I’m not gonna be a Jedi? And probably do a lot of illegal things to make a living?”

His master’s eyes are twinkling. “I hope we can meet in the middle when it comes to those criminal tendencies,” he says. “But as for talking to you…as your legal guardian in the eyes of the Coruscanti and Stewjoni governments, I would like to see you try to ignore me until you come of age.”

“What?”

“Ah, but please do not take that as a challenge, dear one. I imagine your teenage years will be hard enough as it is.”

“What?”

“Not to say that I’m dreading them,” his master says distractedly. “Though I suppose the accommodations I secured for us on Stewjon are modest compared to having a whole Temple that you can put between us when you’re feeling stroppy. But dreading feels much too harsh, even though I can already hear the doors slamming hard enough to shake the walls—”

“Master, what!” Anakin pushes himself fully away from Obi-Wan’s arms, frowning at his master’s face. “What are you talking about?”

Obi-Wan looks at him for a moment, as if debating something very serious before he sighs and stands, offering a hand to Anakin who takes it automatically.

“Anakin, when you stopped attending your classes a week ago, your masters let me know. It didn’t come as a shock, not to any of us, and I had several long talks with Master Yoda and the Jedi Council. We…decided that if you were to indicate that you believed you wanted to leave the Order, my resignation would be effective immediately as well.

“What they didn’t quite understand and I knew intrinsically is that you would never indicate your intentions. You would simply act upon them. Master Yoda agreed to allow me a sort of…soft exit from the Jedi Order. Enough time to find lodgings for us, to complete the paperwork necessary to make me your legal guardian so that I may take you off-world, to say my own goodbyes.”

Anakin doesn’t know when he starts shaking his head, but he can’t seem to stop. “Master, no, you’re a Jedi, you can’t just leave for me—”

“Nonsense,” his master says. “The Jedi Order is not a prison, nor is it a cult. I can leave whenever I want for whatever reason I choose. And besides, I’ve already found myself a rather good entry-level job near our lodgings in Stewjon. I’m quite excited, if I’m being honest. I’ve never paid taxes before.”

Anakin blinks and tries once more with a furious shake of his head. “I don’t—master, I never asked for this—I can do it myself, I don’t need you to—”

“Yes, I wager you probably could find your own way,” Obi-Wan nods thoughtfully. “And I know you’ve never asked this of me and that you probably never even thought to. But the truth of the matter is this, dear one: you never had to.”

Tears bead at Anakin’s eyes again as fear and guilt and relief war within him. “Master,” he mutters.

Obi-Wan’s hand lands on his head in a friendly pat before his fingers slide down to rub at the shorn end of his hair where his braid used to be. “I believe you can call me Obi-Wan, Anakin. I’m hardly your master anymore.”

Anakin sucks in a breath and lets the relief win out and flood his chest. “Obi-Wan,” he murmurs, testing the syllables on his tongue. Just Obi-Wan. His face breaks out into a smile at the way they sound, the gentle hold Obi-Wan has on his shoulder. “Obi-Wan,” he says again, and Obi-Wan laughs.

“I have a ship fueled,” Obi-Wan tells him, and Anakin looks at him in wonder.

He could have done this all alone. He knows that. But it’s an amazing feeling, knowing that he doesn’t have to, that he has someone with him to think about the little things like fueling the ship and paying taxes.

He probably has a dozen ration bars tucked away in his bag as well.

“Unless you would rather walk to Stewjon,” Obi-Wan’s eyebrow raises in an expression that’s painfully and giddly familiar. “Which would be rather hard to do as it’s several planets away.”

Anakin doesn’t say that right now he feels as if he could do it, could walk all the way to Stewjon and back. He doesn’t think he has to. It feels written all over his face.

“No, Obi-Wan,” he says instead, the same way he used to say master. But it feels better somehow.

Even more perfect now that they’re not master and padawan anymore, that they’re just Obi-Wan and Anakin and the galaxy is spread out before them.

#prompt fill #anakin leaves the order au #gen fic #i mean i imagine in like 10 years they get together but this is purely platonic #they go to stewjon and live in the capital city and obi-wan gets involved in stwejoni politics #and anakin becomes a mechanic/engineer #and eventually theye have enough money to free his mom #and obi-wan works with the jedi all the time #and everything is good and nothing hurts #and eventually yoda visits and gives anakin the braid he left in obi-wan's bedroom #and obi-wan tears up when anakin gives it to him #obi-wan & anakin #kit's fics

[new-anon]

"stewjon is space japan" "stewjon is space scotland"

fuck it. space japotland.....?? scotlapan??? (i guess this could also be a 'never a jedi' AU too)

#obiwan kenobi #obi wan kenobi #star wars #star wars AU #never a jedi AU #i imagine him..... to be in the family business of dying fabrics from flower pigments or something #someone also said “Scotpan” which i like bc it sounds like a pastry

[padawansuggest]

Okay so I want to make an arranged marriage AU for Obi-Wan/Jango. But like. Instead of it being all ‘neither of us want this’ it’s a contract that they both willingly signed and honestly it was obsession at first sight.

Lemme explain.

See, Stewjon (ruled by King Yoda and his mess of adopted kids, so adoption is very common on the planet and they don’t even mind that Prince Jango already has kids) is a peaceful little world that cares about arts, parties, and farming. It’s a mixture of fun and practical. Most Mandalorians think it’s kinda shallow, but fun for party weekends to run off to. A lot of New Mandalorians that still hate the republic send their kids off to school there.

Obi-Wan is 25 minutes late to the meeting and Jango is all ‘you know what, I can handle not having to entertain him, clearly he’s got better things to do Lmao, this marriage will be easy’ and then the next minute someone flings open the meeting room doors, and you can just SEE Prince Qui-Gon’s face fall. He’s been toting the qualities of his baby son for the whole time they’ve been there, talking about the art degrees the kid has (Obi likes painting and sculpting in canon okay) and Jango is all ‘that’s great, he can paint his own wedding armor I’m sure it’ll be lovely’ and about how Obi-Wan is great with kids and loves to read ‘that’s great, he can entertain my father AND son at the same time’

And then the door slams open, and in comes a wild looking Xanatos, physically dragging a snarling young man who’s trying to bite through Xanatos’s wrist.

‘DAD HES TRYING TO REMOVE MY HAND’

‘Oh my. He’s not normally so… violent.’

‘THATS A FUCKING LIE AND YOU KNOW IT’

Anyways, Obi-Wan is eventually soothed into submission when Jango, who can’t stop laughing, asks if Obi-Wan really finds him so distasteful, cause he can just leave if so. Obi-Wan, after pulling his slightly bloody mouth off his brother’s arm with an air of dainty sweetness, just licks his chops and mentions Xanatos told him the Mandalorians would take away his pet Varactyl because they wouldn’t want Boga running around the city.

Jango just laughs even harder and tells him he can have whatever big dangerous pets he wants to. Obi-Wan gets up to go meet his new future husband and inform him that he would like a nexu. Jango says yes but also gifts him a new virodagger that makes Obi-Wan squeal about how pretty it is.

Jaster expected them to leave the planet with a very tenacious plan for breaking off the marriage but instead Jango is sighing lovingly and telling his new beloved that they shan’t be parted for much longer. Lovesick strill pups at first sight.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #jangobi #give me an arranged marriage where they immediately decide it’s gonna be awesome #Jango thinks Obi is cute all covered in blood and lookin sweet #Obi wants to ride Jango’s face that’s a nice face #he’s also indulgent and has a nice laugh and willing to let him keep his girl boga so those are important too #but that’s a nice face right there #stewjon is now actually the kingdom of the Jedi lol they’re still Jedi just weirder #boga is their flower girl #she lets boba and omega ride on her back down the aisle #also Obi is very feral he nuzzles Jango in greeting like a cat #feral obi wan

[megamindsupremacy]

me: fun time travel fanfic idea!

me one day later: trying to google translate a Russian museum website that hasn't been updated since 2013 so i can learn more about traditional Russian distaffs

#mads posts #mads writes #trying so hard #this is a fucking stewjon is space scotland au and i swear to god the russian distaff thing is relevant #i promise. i promise