#will I stop making Obi-wan a mechanic in my AUs

[veny-many]

AU idea: World where Kaminoans developed programming and mechanical engineering not clone biological engineering.

Obi-wan: So, they really do look like Jango Fett. Are they clones of him?

Kaminoan: True, but also wrong. We programed them exactly like bounty hunter, but they don't called as clones.

Obi-wan: ...Programmed?

Kaminoan: Well, it is not usual that droids having similar appearance to sentients.

Obi-wan: ...Droids!?

Ahsoka: I don't think we should call you by numbers. It's so weird, thinking all livings have their own name to be called.

Rex: But sir, we are droids. We don't need names...

Anakin: Artoo! Come on buddy, let me check you!

Ahsoka: See, even droids deserve their names. So you pick it up.

Rex: But...

Ahsoka: Before Skyguy name you a weird nickname before you can. Look at me, I'm Snips now!

Rex: Okay, all boys gather around, we will have important meeting!

Kit: Are you all waterproof?

Monnk: Well, we don't need to breathe actually, and we were meant to fight under water, so yes sir.

Kit: So does that mean you can swim in naked body?

Monnk: ....yes?

Kit: Great! Join me troopers! <Throws away all clothes>

Monnk: <Monnk.exe has stopped working>

Kaminoan: But be careful, they are droids but not designed to resist space vacuum, due to their sensitive and complex body parts. They will never suffocate, but the low temperature and vacuum will slowly destroy them.

Plo: <Already traumatized, saying nothing>

Kaminoan: You don't need to worry, they are droids, we can provide thousands of them if you pay.

Plo:

Mace: No Plo this is not the right time to use Electric Judgment-

Ki-Adi: Excuse me, you said they were programed to be royal but there's some boys who doesn't want to listen to me.

Kaminoan: Report us about your defectives, and we will provide exchange-

Ki-Adi: Never mind, this was a bad idea.

Caleb: If you are droids, why are you so warm?

Grey: Because we are overheated by moving and calculations, sir.

Grey: The heat will make you uncomfortable, so you better away.

Caleb: No, it's warm and cozy here...

Depa: Caleb, don't assault others body like that with no permission.

Grey: But sir, we are droids. You can use us anytime for anything.

Depa:

Depa: We are going to Kamin-

Depa: Sorry Commander, I was tempted. I need meditation, please take care of my Padawan, will you?

Grey: Uh... Of course sir.

Barris: I'm confused, Master. If they were truly droids, why are they acting like they can feel pains?

Luminara: I have no idea indeed, my Padawan. Perhaps Kaminoans can answer us.

Kaminoan: Ah, about that, we added that option to easily search the damaged parts. They are more efficient than just scanning or inspection.

Luminara: ...And how did you find out to add... Pains...?

Kaminoan: Well, we had to do some experiments for many times.

Luminara:

Barris:

Kaminoan: And additionally we removed a 'screaming' options of their communication system, because it's not an important option when they can just point out their damaged parts with their pain system.

Luminara:

Barris: Master, I'm going to bomb this facility-

Bly: (I'm just droid. Droid can't love)

Bly: (I'm just droid. Droids can't date with sentients.)

Bly: (I'm just droid, and my General is gorgeous but I can't love her for...)

Aayla: Master, why are you digging into trashcan?

Quinlan: It is my seventeen attempt to ask date to that guard commander.

Bly: Sir, I'm sorry to inform this but since we are droids, we work for all time and Fox will never have time to have hang out with you, General.

Quinlan: ....All time?

Aayla: ....That's why you haven't ask me dates?

Bly: No sir actua- <Bly.exe has stopped working>

Quinlan: Aayla, you are the seventeenth Jedi who broke down their commander's programming!

Fox: What the actual kark is happening in here

Fox: <Tried to throw away the trashes that senators gave, only to witness two Jedis moving overheating commander, all in near trashcan>

#star wars #the clone wars #what have i done #my mind is diseased #my crack #my au

[virahaus]

Hi, your future projects sound really interesting. Could you please tell us more about your Sith AU and your tattoo AU? 👀

Hello!!

Thank you for your ask, I'm glad you found my project exciting!

So,,, to be perfectly honest with you, I have quite a collection of Sith AUs lmao. I'd rather not talk too much about the one I have almost finished cause it will go up in a matter of weeks but I do have other siths AUs.

Firstly we have an Anakin gets rejected by the order and runs away instead of going back to Tatooine AU. He gets a mechanic job on the lower levels of Coruscant and lives in a tiny apartment where he always has to triple lock the door. To get more credits, since he was 17 he started singing in a shady bar and eventually gets recruited as a backup singer for the Coruscant Opera. Meanwhile Obi-Wan, who was in the Halls of Healing when Anakin was rejected, gradually falls to the dark side with no Padawan and no master and accepts Dooku's offer much earlier and becomes his apprentice. He never stopped looking for Anakin, until he finds a little bird singing in one of the bars he frequents on Coruscant.

... and that how he finds Anakin again. 👀 There will be quite some identity issues in the fic and I look forward to write it.

And I also have a fem!Anakin raised-as-Sith AU and it's very much porn with a shade of plot lol My dear Kana actually drew some sketches about it which you can find here.

The tattoo fic, my beloved. I don't want to spoil too much, but the synopsis is:

After a night out with his troops, Anakin wakes up with an hungover and a very incriminating tattoo. He engages in many shenanigans to make sure Obi-Wan will never see it, draggin poor Captain Rex into it, and causing Obi-Wan to become very quickly jealous of Anakin and Rex's familiarity (not that Anakin notices ofc). In the end, after a particularly heated sparring session between them, a lifted shirt gets Obi-Wan a glimpse of it, and let's just say he's very much into it 🤭

... and then they fuck lmao

I hope I satisfied your curiosity but as always my ask is open lol

If you all have other questions for my other projects hit me up!

#asks #obikin #my projects

[tennessoui]

Okay, so I have an obikin au that I really want to write and need to tell someone about and since you are my favourite obikin au person I'm deciding to share this here.

Okay, its kind of a top gun ish au with pilot anakin and mechanic obi-wan. Anakin Canon tendency to wreck planes lead to a very annoyed mechanic (who anakin may or may not have a crush on at this point) lecturing anakin in that tone of voice (the stern daddy 1).

Anakin quickly realised that tone will haunt his wet dreams and that he had a sudden (is it really that sudden) desire to be good for obi wan.

As such he tries to stop wrecking the planes only succeeding sometimes. This leaves obi wan pleased and a little disappointed at it means less excuses to see the younger man.

Every time he then wrecks a plane and obi wan lectures him in that tone, anakin spends most of the time trying to look chastised and that it doesn't make him harder than a rock.

Perhaps after a particularly hard day for obi wan he threatens to turn anakin over his knee during a lecture which sends anakin running because that requires a jerk off session. Whilst obi wan is left feeling bad because he thought he scared away the pretty boy pilot.

Of course cody is suffering from these idiots.

I have thought about this too much.

Aww no I love this dynamic tbh especially the miscommunication of how Anakin receives the lectures! And also the idea that Anakin trying to be a better pilot and not wreck the planes actually makes obi-wan disappointed because he doesn’t see him as much?? Chef’s kiss!

#asks #tbh I don’t know much about top gun at all #but I love the au #you should definitely write it!!!! #obikin

[loveoaths]

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lio, he/they,  20+. i write fic and talk about the mandalorian, star wars, and other shit i like here. sometimes that shit is nsfw.  follow at your own discretion. AO3: waterdeaths.

star wars content you’ll find here: mauldin, darth maulposting, ANDOR ANDOR ANDOR, cassian/din aka cassidin, din djarin’s sad little life, star wars meta, jedi love, mace windu, kit fisto powerhour, maulsoka, anadin (anakin/din djarin), quinobi (quinlan vos/obi-wan), lots of love for the star wars ladies (reva, padme, leia, ahsoka, luminara, asajj ventress, etcetera), dinluke, star wars: visions, and much more.

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core writing concepts:    the sins of the father as the backbones of their sons, selfish sacrifice, unearned forgiveness, thriving in spite of trauma, self-destruction as a survival mechanism, degradation of the human spirit, destruction necessitating change, what makes a man a monster, and love as the question and the answer.  dark subject matter is present; this blog is not for everyone. again, follow at your own discretion.    

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in-progress fics 

Attachment Theory (Rating: E) Din is a Mandalorian, but when Luke comes for Grogu on Moff Gideon's ship, he acts like a Jedi: he selflessly gives the child up.  Grogu is a Jedi-in-training, but he acts like a Mandalorian: he is territorial and attached to his buir, and his protectiveness easily manifests as violence. Luke is supposed to be Grogu's Jedi Master, but how is he supposed to teach Grogu how to let go, when he himself struggles not to hold onto parts of his past?

The answer: the trio go on stupidly a dangerous cross-galaxy road-trip in the rebuilt Razor Crest to a lost Jedi library in search of Jedi training tools. Pairing: Dinluke, DinMaul(ish).

The Father, The Son, and the Unholy Ghost (Rating: T)  Luke likes Din. Din likes Luke. Din is less crazy about Luke's insane, evil father who keeps trying to kill him from beyond the grave. Pairing: Dinluke. Now featuring art by @its-not-a-pen​!

Fate Lays Her Heavy Hand (Rating: T, Eventually E) Darth Momin, heretic of the Sith and galaxy’s greatest hater, time-travels to the Republic Era to end Sidious’ reign before it begins. Why? Because he hates Sidious almost as much as he loves the Force. Pairing:  Maul/Padme/Momin, Vader/Krismo Sodi

Nothing is My Name (Rating: T/Gen) An exploration of Din Djarin’s life, from his childhood on Aq Vetina to his early years as the Covert’s lead hunter. Pairing: Mild Din/Armorer, Din/Paz Viszla, unrequited!Din/OC

The Devil’s Red Right Hand (Rating: T, Eventually E) Through sheer orneriness and force of will, Maul rejects death, rips a hole in the Force, and propels himself back in time to destroy Sidious by stopping the Clone Wars from ever happening. First stop: Naboo. Pairing: Potentially Maul/Padme

In the Shadow of the Valley (Rating: T, Eventually M) AU. The first Mandalorian Jedi was Tarre Viszla. The second was Din Djarin. AKA, the one where Din is a padawan, and everything is terrible. Pairing: Potentially Din/Padme/Anakin

The Bitten Hand Holds the Bounty (Rating: M for torture and graphic death) Someone hires Cad Bane to kidnap Grogu. Din sets the galaxy aflame to get him back. Pairing: DinCobb

Negative Space (Rating: T, Eventually E) Nature, they say, hates a vacuum. Which explains why Din, someone who is force negative or totally cut off from the Force, touches the Force beacon on Typhon and screws up the time-stream so bad he winds up in the Old Republic Era.

finished fics

creature of desire, you’ve a fever for the fire: (Rating: M, graphic animal death | Wordcount: 3000) In which godhood is a thing with teeth, sainthood was made to block the light, and Kimimaro is just a man looking for divinity in the flesh.

patches make the quilt  (Rating: T | Wordcount: 5633) The war is over. Haku and Zabuza rebuild their lives on a farm, and find themselves growing in the process.

death of a bellflower (Rating: T | Wordcount: 1238) Even for a Kaguya, Kimimaro is especially out of touch, with a naivety that seems incongruous with his family name. Privately, Kimimaro’s milky, wide-eyed stares remind Haku of a newborn kitten’s: seeing without discerning. Zabuza thinks he's a liability. Haku thinks he’s cute. Pairing: Haku/Kimimaro, first crush

death is a friend of mine (Rating: T | Wordcount: 5676) Haku’s never feared dying; he’s done it many times. It's finding something to live for that's the hard part.

blood under the bridge  (Rating: T | Wordcount: 1302) Zabuza dies during the battle for the bridge. Haku dies with him, though his heart yet beats.

a kicked dog still bites (Rating: T | Wordcount: 600) Yamato is assigned surveillance duty over a Yuki, of all things, and he’s 100% certain the next six months are about to be cold and miserable. Pairing: Gen

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[willow-lark]

lark's top 15 star wars fics of all time

(in no particular order)

The Padawan's Purpose by EirianErisdar (G, 1/1, drabble) - on the night of order 66, an unnamed padawan tries to get some younglings to safety out of the jedi temple, and does his duty in standing up to the sith. HOLY FUCK. this is THE most profound and haunting piece of literature in the ENTIRE english language, and you can't convince me otherwise. oh my god.

A Skeleton of Something More by asparagus_writes (T, 1/1, 8k) - being pregnant with force-sensitive twins makes padmé a little force-sensitive herself. this is such a haunting and beautiful fic!!!

everything I have ever learned by @fialleril (G, 2/2, 12k) - a fandom classic. character study of luke. the tatooine worldbuilding in this is amazing!

The Emperor Skywalker Conspiracy by loosingletters (G, 1/1, 3.1k) - a look into the holonet's reaction to the destruction of the second death star and end of the empire, specifically where the heck did luke skywalker come from and what does he have to do with vader? this is one of the funniest things i've ever read.

Civil Wars, Whistleblower Tactics, Schematic Drafting, And The Finer Points Of Sith Adoption: The Essential How-To Guide For The Engineering Jedi by @jackdaw-kraai (T/M, ongoing series, 731k+) - luke lars (last name actually skywalker, but that's not something he shares with most people) gets a job aboard vader's ship the executor when vader notices his space youtube channel about mechanics. cue political intrigue, assassination attempts, top-notch worldbuilding, and lots of father-son bonding from luke and vader, who have no idea they're father and son. dramatic irony is my favorite writing device, and i am OBSESSED with this series.

Dear Force by mrv3000 (G, 6/6, 16k) - anakin is a himbo, and this results in none of palpatine's schemes going to plan. this fic is so funny, i reread it whenever i need a laugh.

Higher Ground/Middle Ground by @hinerdsitscat (G, 8/8, 18k) - obi-wan saves anakin on mustafar. this, of course, changes everything. obianidala. gosh i love this fic! obi-wan is so well characterized and i adore his interactions with luke and leia!

Ghost Granddad by orphan_account (G, completed series, 11k) - rey isn't alone on jakuu--instead, she's raised by her grandparents, who happen to be ghosts. i don't give a shit about the sequel trilogy, this is my canon. so so good!!

lose me in the crowds at twighlight by philthestone (G, 1/1, 3.4k) - several months into her pregnancy, during a trip to corellia, padmé catches a young boy trying to pickpocket her, and takes him to lunch. BRO. THIS IS CANON. wdym this never happened? padmé & han is the dynamic i never knew i needed.

no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa by magneticwave (G, 1/1, 8.5k) - leia is pregnant. she and han argue about it, a lot. luke is there too. give it up for some of the best star wars characterization in fic ever!! this is the best.

just to hear the nightbird singin' by philthestone (T, 1/1, 4k) - modern au. halfway through summer break, luke decides to drag leia (and han) on a quest across the country to try and find their biological father. the way that the elements of the ot are transported into this modern au is actually genius. i love this fic to bits.

Children of Liberty by Quiet_Shadow (T, 1/1, 10k) - padmé survives, regroups with her handmaidens, and starts the rebellion. this prose is amazing!! i am a padmé survives fic connoisseur, and i'm pretty sure this is the best one.

Someone's little sister by softmoonlight (M, 1/1, 1.4k) - as the newly-born vader ravages his way through the jedi temple during order 66, he comes across a togruta youngling, who is the last survivor among her classmates. cue copious amounts of angst. the tragedy of this is so good!

father hear my cry (and may the demons guard you) by serenlyall (M, 1/1, 5.2k) - this one is dark. officers attempt to rape leia while she's held prisoner on the death star, but darth vader comes to her rescue just in time. like i said, dark, but the prose and realism of the premise make it compelling.

without knowing how, or when, or where by rain_sleet_snow (G/T, ongoing series, 20k+) - after bringing luke to the larses, obi-wan becomes closer to both owen and beru. the premise is awesome and the characterization is really great!!

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction #idk if anyone follows me for star wars but whateva #posts of lark

[midnightmeatsubway]

Obi-wan leaves the Order to train Anakin AU where him and Shmi end up working as mechanics on a space station. Jango frequents their shop for repairs bc  Roz recommended them, their service is Good and their work is Reliable and it is NOT!!! so that he can stare at Kenobi’s glistening, shirtless chest as he works. That is NOT the reason. 

#star wars au #jangobi #will I stop making Obi-wan a mechanic in my AUs? #no #will I stop removing Obi-wan shirt in my AUs? #absolutely not #Will I actually make more than super rough sketches for my AUs? #unrealistic also no #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #sketch #au #my art #release the tiddies

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir

Follow-up to this post. Not in any particular order, just spitballing ideas, with contributions from several friends on discord.

Like presumably it takes long enough for them all to meet up again that Anakin and Cody do, in fact, end up treating each other like family, just so I can have that good good "well, guess I'm Dad now" energy. Shmi isn't entirely sure what's going on but she's not a slave anymore and her kid seems to like this rando mando, so.

Anakin gets to have a mom and two dads, though one of the dads is arguably younger than him.

Also when they all meet up again and Cody explains the "General Skywalker got shrunk" thing, there are three reactions: (General) Obi-Wan: Oh, Anakin. Obi-Wan: [gestures to take him, ends up with an armful of clingy padatoddler] Anakin: You can't blame this on me, Obi. Obi-Wan, a little teary, because babies cause emotions: Of course I can, you absurd human being. ------ Rex: That's... my general. Anakin: I am, Captain. Rex: Cool cool cool I'm gonna go stand where I can't, uh, break you. Anakin: I'm not THAT fragile! ------ Ahsoka: [gasp] Skyguy is SKYKID! Anakin: Padawan, this is-- Ahsoka, grabbing him and cuddling: Oh my goodness you're adorable this is the best day ever. Anakin: This is humiliating, Snips, put me down. Ahsoka: Never.

Anakin hates being a toddler because of the lack of independence but Cody keeps picking him up when he's cranky and just holding him until he falls asleep and that's... nice.......

- The brain limitations aren't quite as bad as the situation with Sokanth and Ylliben in the other AU, but - Even if his brain is mostly adjusted he’s still got a tiny body with different needs that he’s not used to. Like, he needs to sleep more but he’s got more energy than usual when he’s awake and it’s all weird.

Cody carrying around toddler Anakin like "God you give me ulcers but you're adorable, you little shit."

Inconveniently tiny body aside, Anakin has a pretty great time in this au. His family are all together and safe and within reach. His wife isn't around, but toddler brain means he doesn't have the Romance Drive, so that's not as bad as it could be It could be significantly worse.

@atagotiak asked: Does Anakin get annoyed about being called cute? - To which I say, He bites the first few times but Shmi tells him that's Naughty so he stops. - Babies are cute so you packbond with them before they’re annoying, Anakin is cute as a self defense mechanism - He’s extra annoying so he needs to be extra cute

You know how you need to keep an eye on toddlers so they don't, like, fall down the stairs or put something toxic in their mouth? - They need to keep an eye on Anakin specifically so he doesn't rewire the ship they're in while they're in hyperspace. - He has less self control on account of being smol. He still has all the mechanical knowledge! Just less comprehension of y’know, consequences.

Anakin, with a sippy cup: This is demeaning. Ahsoka: Your hands don't work great enough to avoid accidents yet. Anakin: It's still embarrassing.

General Kenobi can't just kill Maul, not when Maul is baby right now (sixteen, which is baby enough) so he just. Kinda. Kidnaps a baby Sith. (It's fine. He's fine.)

General Kenobi (not to be confused with Padawan Kenobi) decides to declare Maul his new padawan because someone has to deal with this teenager, and Plo already claimed the rest of Ahsoka's training. And Anakin's three, so.

"What do we do with Maul?" "Eh, I can handle him. I dealt with teenage Anakin getting arrested for illegal pod-racing twice a month, I can work with this."

Maul bites, but only slightly more often than Anakin, it's fine

Ahsoka definitely bullies Maul whenever possible

Consider: Rex holding very still because Anakin wanted to be tall, so he climbed Rex. Being unexpectedly climbed is better than being unexpectedly yeeted. It's still extremely nerve-wracking. - Cody is perfectly capable of running around with a backpacking toddler General, but Rex freezes like a statue. - Ahsoka finds this hilarious

You know how little kids like to be thrown around and swung in circles and stuff like that? This must get even more ridiculous with force users. Can throw a child real high and catch them safely. - Rex panics whenever Ahsoka throws her chibified Master

Literally everyone except Rex loves being yeeted. Even Maul can appreciate a good tactical yeet no shut up he's not having fun this is TRAINING - Rex is Suffering - Cody, a very Tired Dad, deserves to mock his vod'ika a little, as stress relief - Rex, a certified Little Brother, shoves Cody off something tall. Jokes on him, Cody thinks freefall is fun too.

Tia asked: So the people who didn’t exist yet got flung bodily back in time and Anakin did the mental time travel. Why did Obi-Wan not become Padawan Kenobi? (I mean “because I want it that way” is def a good enough answer I’m just wondering if there’s any reason.) - Which, well, it really was mostly "I want to" but here's two options, both of which come down to Blame Daughter and Father. 1. They figured a responsible adult Jedi Master was needed to convince people. 2. Nobody was supposed to get de-aged but Daughter figured they needed to make Anakin less liable to kill things for a few years. - Also IDK the Force God-Manifestations also took away any risk of rapid aging and early death from the clones because uhhhhhhhhhhh I said so

Rex and Ahsoka are fumbling their way through a relationship where ages are just really confusing and awkward, so they're keeping it to just kisses and cuddles for a bit.

Cody is so tired he doesn't even realize anyone's hitting on him until it's been three years of co-parenting with Shmi and his General. - Somehow Anakin knows Cody is in a relationship before Cody does. Cody has never been so embarrassed. - How did he manage to be less observant than Skywalker? -- it was sabotage; all his brain cells were taken up in managing said Skywalker -- Because Skywalker was up at three in the morning whacking a training droid with a stick so he didn't have the energy for Relationships

Also Shmi's come-ons are super subtle, while the General's are... well, Cody's gotten very used to ignoring anything ambiguous on that end because fraternization rules, and also because Obi-Wan flirts a lot with everyone. So.

Please imagine Cody and General Kenobi walking around with Anakin tucked into a toddler sling while they do whatever work they've ended up with at the Temple. - Yes, Cody is helping the Jedi figure out the best plan of attack to take down this slave ring because his grasp on tactics is phenomenal and he knows how to deploy people at greatest efficiency, but also he's got a nosy toddler on his hip who keeps offering his own insane-but-competent ideas. - General Kenobi ends up with a Council Seat just on account of, like, being the kind of person he is. As often as not, he's got Anakin tucked into his robes, chewing on the ear of a stuffed tooka or something.

IDK what Shmi's doing but apparently Legends had it that some of the administrative and support positions in the Temple were held by non-Jedi civilians? So probably something like that.

GENERAL KENOBI LECTURING PADAWAN MAUL WHILE ANAKIN'S BALANCED ON HIS HIP AND GLARING AT MAUL FOR STEALING HIS DAD

General Kenobi: Ahsoka's babysitting. Anakin: I'm her master, I don't need babysitting, this is-- General Kenobi: Fine, then you need supervision, so that you don't blow up a training salle again. Anakin: And you think Ahsoka would stop me? General Kenobi, eye twitching: Fine, I'm leaving you with Plo.

Even if he’s mentally an adult Anakin always needs supervision Look at canon! Anakin was left without supervision for like two days and he became a Sith

Quinlan gets distracted by how attractive General Kenobi is and tells Obi-Wan "dude, you're gonna be so hot once you can get rid of the stupid haircut" and Obi-Wan pushes him into the nearest pond.

They end up with this weird "Uncle Jango" situation (uncle to Anakin, via weird brotherhood-ish to Cody) because Rex and Cody are just like "Uhhhhhhhhh yeah okay" about him eventually, and Jango just like. Drops by. Trying to Earn Affection Of Blood Kin by bringing weird gifts for them and their (ugh) Jedi.

"Okay, Rex'ika, I stopped by Shili--" "What?" "--and apparently this is a delicacy there, so just... your girlfriend will like it." "She's not my girlfriend." "..." "Okay, I can't call her my girlfriend. Jedi have rules about that sort of thing, and--" "This will make your Jedi happy, probably. Just take it, kid."

Baby Anakin got his arm back but for some inexplicable reason still has The Eye Scar. He matches Buir.

#disaster lineage #Anakin Skywalker #CodyWan #Commander Cody #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #Captain Rex #Shmi Skywalker #Maul #Darth Maul #Rexsoka #time travel #de aging #baby characters #Quinlan Vos #Phoenix Posts #Commander Buir

[softieskywalker]

I've had this in my head but like. Au where anakin doesn't turn but padmé still dies and everything goes to shit bc palps is the worst, and Anakin is forced to go on the run. As much as he wants to take both twins (and nearly murders the green gremlin for suggesting to separate them), he understands that having them together would be like holding up a huge sign above their heads saying "I'm right here!!!".

So he begrudgingly lets Bail take Leia, but not before making him PROMISE that he'll make sure nothing happens to her. Because if something does, if Leia is found out or captured - anything, Anakin Skywalker WILL make him regret everything. Bail agrees, because he would never forgive himself either if anything happened to Padmé's child (the girl he comes to love fiercely as his own). There's a strange sense of understanding between two grieving men.

Anakin tries to hope that he's doing the right thing despite the horrible pain in his heart at being separated from his daughter, and leaves to go into hiding with Luke and Obi-wan. At first, they fully planned to go to Tatooine since Anakin's hatred for the planet was well known, but his anxiety and fear over the fact that Palpatine KNOWS how he thinks (how to get into his head-) causes them to change direction. Instead, they bypass Tatooine and head to Lothal - masquerading as refugees, trying to find a better life.

Anakin and Obi-wan change their names to hide their identities, introducing themselves as brothers, and Anakin quickly becomes the local handyman/mechanic while Obi-wan helps handle their finances and other things (like making sure they aren't found out). Luke grows up on Lothal and eventually befriends another boy around his age named Ezra, who occasionally comes over for mealtimes.

(Obi-wan and Anakin don't exactly know the specifics of Ezra's home situation, only that his parents were taken by the Empire, but they make sure he knows he's always welcome at their place for a warm meal and a place to stay the night.)

Eventually, the events of Rebels happen. When Ezra goes with the ghost and basically disappears for the most part from Lothal (aside from missions), Luke is understandably worried about his best friend. Ezra also sees the holocron of Obi-wan and is like "Huh. you know what? This guy looks kind of familiar?" *totally not realizing that his best friends uncle is the same dude*

At some point the Ghost Crew accidentally kidnap Luke when being chased by imperials, leaving Anakin to have a complete meltdown when he realizes Luke is moving off planet, and chase after them with Obi-wan whose cursing the Skywalker Luck(tm) and trying to prevent Anakin from murdering people in his mad dash to get his sonboy and sonboys best friend back.

i read this this morning and then completely forgot, sorry!

I absolutely ADORE this idea and I can SEE Kanan's face of absolute terror/awe when The Hero With No Fear bursts into the Ghost with murder intentions to rescue Sonboy and Sonboy's bestie, closely followed by legendary Master Kenobi trying to stop him from killing everyone first and asking questions later.

Imagine, Anakin with his lightsaber out, ready to kill everyone, and suddenly Luke runs up to him like "Daddy!!! 😍✨💕" Ezra closely behind like "Oh hi Mr. Naberrie!" (I'm adding the headcanon that Anakin takes Padmé's name as cover) and he just melts into the floor hugging sonboy. Obi Wan smiling at Hera and Kanan like Yes This Is Normal Don't Worry About It.

#can i please get 50k of this thanks #amazing anon i love it #inbox #anakin skywaller #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ezra bridger

[shippingblogsstuf]

Ok I'm back on my ventrobi raises the twins au bullshit:

How did they end up together?

Obi-Wan was originally gonna drop the twins off as planned: Leia to the Organas and Luke to if-you-squint-kinda-aunt-and-uncle. But his ship has unexpected (lava caused probably) issues and he has to make a pit stop on a nearby planet. He's looking for a mechanic and runs into ventress:

"Of course, and who is chasing you this time?"

"Some gang. You going to help or not Kenobi?"

"I suppose can't leave a lady in distress even if the lady in question is you."

*que more snarky flirting back and forth as they get rid of the attackers*

After she's like and what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dead? Aren't you a wanted criminal now like all the Jedi?

And Obi-Wan is like considering I just saved your life (I had it under control!) Maybe you let me live this time? I'm just getting my ship repaired and then I'll disappear forever, I promise.

And Ventress is like... you have a ship? Good. I need a ride. And then won't take no for an answer and that's how she discovers he's got twins on board bc they're crying their little heads off and Ventress is like wtf are these yours? Who would trust you with a child let alone two? Do you even know how babies work? And proceeds to talk shit to him while somehow calming both children 😂 Obi-Wan is like?? Witchcraft??

#asajj ventress #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x ventress #ventrobi #ventress x obi wan #au idea #fic idea

[nevertheless-moving]

thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa. 

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats. 

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs. 

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know. 

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys. 

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered. 

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses. 

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country. 

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan. 

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable. 

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

#star wars #star wars au #dc #crossover #batman #anakin skywalker #corn boy anakin au

[tennessoui]

You kind of already did 31 but pleaseeeeeeee

these ficlets keep getting longer ffs this is 2k

31. One is a sex worker, the other is a client AU

anakin's had his turn as a sex worker in my writing so it's Obi-Wan this time, paired with Vaderkin and i made it more dark than I thought would happen whoops but. warnings are: probably bordering extremely dubious consent even though no sex happens and this is just the lead up. a brief reference to underage sex work, though absolutely nothing comes of it. and vaderkin being a bit creepy.

There is a saying among the workers at the Establishment: if the imperial palace calls for you, you should hope the person that is displayed next to you is prettier.

Obi-Wan has never bought into prayers of any kind and this saying is only ever said with something akin to a worshipful dread. Still, when Ahsoka drapes a cloak of red around his shoulders and whispers those words to him—“May the others be your betters”—he thinks for a second about the nature of prayer and of hope and the futility of both in this galaxy.

“Don’t worry, little ‘Soka,” he smiles from under the cloak’s hood. “I’m sure it’s just a mistake.” He is, after all, one of the oldest workers here, makes most of his money these days tending bar and running the front desk, called in to serve mostly for virgin customers who want a gentler and more experienced hand to guide them in the art of pleasure. He doesn’t think any of the words could be used to describe the Emperor Vader, can’t see the imposing black-suited man interested in the art of pleasure.

Ahsoka can’t look him in the eye, but she hugs him tightly as he boards the shuttle that will take him to the Palace.

The ride there is quiet. Obi-Wan tries to avoid as many glances from the other people as he gives to them. Most of them are young, human. He seems to be the only male above 40. His chances are good.

Maybe he hadn’t been lying to Ahsoka. Maybe, truly, his name being included on the list had been a mistake

Something inside him hesitates though. He’d been out in the Upper levels a week ago, making his way home after one of his rare appointments with an old client turned friend. A child had fallen into the path of a small parade of speeders. A correctional officer had raised a whip. Obi-Wan had reacted on instinct, catching its lash with his forearm. The child had run off. Obi-Wan had stayed. He’d raised his head just enough, eons later, to see the durasteel outside of the largest speeder pass by his prone form, just enough to see the Imperial crest on its hull. Just for long enough to see a glint of a yellow eye from the window.

Bacta had treated his wounds, but his mind had not allowed him to rest easily, caught up in the memory of that eye--had he imagined the interest? Had he imagined it all?

And so to hear his name called tonight--the first calling since The Incident--had felt like the confirmation of all of his most unfounded fears.

Would tonight be the night he died? He had lived a long life. A rough one. Perhaps it is time.

Still, in the back of his head, a selfish, utterly human part of him whispered, may the others be your betters.

---

Those chosen do, often, come back. Sometimes they do not. Mostly they do. Obi-Wan has never truly decided which of these fates is the worse one. Those who survive don’t say anything for days on end, their eyes blank as they stare forward. Their bruises, if they are there, are easy to heal. But something is always wrong with their minds afterwards. And those who don’t come back...well. It’s hard to say what happens to them, where they go. Far away or down below.

Obi-Wan is forced to his knees in between a moderately aged female Togruta and a fairly young teenager. The boy is shaking. He can’t be more than sixteen.

They’re in the Entrance Hall. Obi-Wan has never been here before, but he supposes it makes sense. There will be one person who ventures further into the Palace. The rest will be dismissed out the doors that just shut. No need to bring the scum further in than they have to.

Distantly, like a funeral drum, Obi-Wan can hear the sound of feet falling, making their way closer. Just a single pair. He wants to look up, to watch the Emperor--because it has to be the Emperor--approach, but there’s a Guard behind him, holding his head down.

The footsteps are close now. There’s only ten of them--sometimes, Obi-Wan has heard that there can be as many as twenty or thirty--so the line is short. Vader paces quietly from the first to the last person, before stopping in the middle. Obi-Wan can just see the black of his boots if he flicks his eyes as far as they can go to the left. The boy next to him lets out a muffled sob. Obi-Wan wishes he could offer the kid some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance that the Emperor will choose one of the other workers, a body more desirable than either of theirs, but there are no words to describe the guilty relief of a suffering passed onto someone else.

On some sort of invisible signal, the Guard behind Obi-Wan wrenches his head back by the hold he has on both the silken hood and his own hair. It’s far from comfortable, tilted so far back. The message is obvious. Submission is not optional. Respect will be shown through any means necessary.

Obi-Wan tries to keep the hulking form of Vader in his eyesight, even though to see ahead of him he has to close his eyes almost completely because of the angle. It’s impossible to see anything from the chest up, but he can still hear. Loud, mechanical breathing fills the halls. Vader stops at each person for no longer than five seconds before he continues down the line. Obi-Wan holds his breath, waiting for his turn. Does he turn his head as much as he can, to try and accentuate the gray at his temples? Does he lower his eyes?

He doesn’t, in the end, do either. Vader is wearing a mask, completely covering his face. He doesn’t even look human, except for the way he cocks his head slightly as he stares down at Obi-Wan. He feels flayed, just under the single look, but he can’t turn away either. He glowers up at him. Five seconds pass. Vader should be moving on by now. The fact that he hasn’t fills Obi-Wan with the sort of fear he’s only felt a handful of times in his life.

“This one,” Vader says through a voice modulator. Obi-Wan closes his eyes in defeat, thinks of Little Ahsoka back at the Establishment, thinks of what she’ll think if he doesn’t make it home.

But the boy next to him bursts into sobs and Obi-Wan opens his eyes to see that Vader’s hand isn’t pointing to him at all, but instead just to his right.

But Vader’s face is still pointed directly at Obi-Wan though, head still cocked. The question is as clear as if he actually spoke the words aloud. What will you do about this?

What will he do? What can he do? It’s the street from a week ago all over. A child is in danger. How can Obi-Wan ever live with himself if he doesn’t at least try to throw himself on the blade?

“No!” he says before he can think it through. The Guard behind him jerks his hair back roughly in punishment, but the monster in front of him runs two gloved fingers down his cheek, the pantomime of a lover’s caress. “Me instead. Choose me.”

“Quiet,” the Guard hisses to him, making him wince with the ferocity of the yank he gives his hair. Obi-Wan pants open-mouthed as he tries to think of an argument, of a single reason why the Emperor should not get what he wants, should settle for a washed up whore instead of a younger model. All he can think of is the moral justifications of it, and he’s not sure Vader would care for that line of reasoning.

“I’m asking,” he blurts out. The fingers pause from where they’ve been absent-mindedly touching his beard. “When has anyone ever asked?”

The Emperor takes a step back and seems to consider Obi-Wan, what he has to offer. He tries to preen, to throw his shoulders back and sit back on his heels to show off his body, but it’s hard when the Guard hasn’t let up on his hair. In fact the grip gets even tighter as the man behind him snorts a common insult.

A second later, the hand and the pressure disappear. Obi-Wan falls forward automatically at his sudden release. He scrambles away instinctively, even if that means closer to Vader. Vader who has his hand raised out in front of him clenching his gloved fist tight. Obi-Wan looks behind him at the guard who had held him. The man is scrabbling at his throat. Obi-Wan knows already it will be a futile effort. With Vader distracted by his execution, he turns to check on the boy. He’s looking down, refusing to make eye contact.

Probably for the better.

The Guard falls to the floor. The other nine Guards don’t move at all. Obi-Wan supposes there’s no room for loyalty in a galaxy like this.

“Come,” Vader says, running a hand through his hair. It’s a surprisingly gentle touch, seeing as that hand just took someone else’s life.

Slowly, Obi-Wan rises to his feet and follows behind him, through the twisting halls of the Imperial Palace. He thinks anyone could get lonely here if they have no one to keep them company. It’s so big. Obi-Wan shares his room with three other people, and he frets if one of them is still gone by the time he falls asleep.

This much space would drive anyone mad for another’s touch.

He blinks at himself, incredulous. Is he actually trying to feel compassion for the Emperor? Is it actually working?

The Emperor flings open a pair of elaborate doors without touching them, and suddenly Obi-Wan’s in the bedchambers of the most powerful man on the planet. And to think, he’s wearing mismatched and terribly darned socks.

He resolves to not ask Vader for permission to do anything with his own body for the entire night. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches as Vader takes off his cape and his gloves.

“Would you like to know my prices before or after?” He asks as cooly as possible.

“Your price is that it’s you here and not the boy.”

“Would you have wanted the boy?” Obi-Wan can’t hide the disgust in his tone.

“No,” the Emperor says succinctly. “But I did want to know what you would do. If you really were the same man as the one in the street.”

Obi-Wan’s breath catches in his throat. “Why would you want to know that?”

“There’s so little good left in the galaxy. It’s fascinating that so much is concentrated in you.” Vader reaches up to unlatch his mask. A cascade of golden curls falls out.

He huffs. The Emperor of the Galactic Empire thinks there’s not enough good in the galaxy. It’s at the very least ironic. “It’s a greedy galaxy, your Imperial Majesty--”

The Emperor turns around to face him, helmet still held in his hands. Obi-Wan is surprised to learn he’s just a man. An attractive man, certainly, young and almost pretty with a perfect arch to his lips and a roguish scar cutting through a thick eyebrow. If he had been one of Obi-Wan’s workers, he’d have taken him under his wing, tried to protect him from the clients who would have paid extra to rough up that face.

He was saying something. Obi-Wan had meant to say something else. Oh. Right. “Good cannot be bought.”

The man in front of him--was it really Vader?--smiles, but it doesn’t reach his yellow eyes. “No,” he purrs, discarding his helmet and stalking forward. “But you can.”

#asks #tw: dubious consent #obikin #my fics #vaderkin #prompt fill

[furiosophie]

DINLUKE F1 AU

ok so I had this in my notes for fucking ages so fuck it here we go

inspired by @ehi7backup incredible art [look at it here]

TW: Luke lost his hand in a crash, Luke has ptsd Luke is the new hotshot star driver for Ferrari, Anakin was the best F1 pilot the world has ever seen, but after a horrid crash, he had to stop. Now his kids step up, Luke as driver and Leia as team principal (tho ppl say she could have surpassed Luke as a driver). Wedge is his co-pilot or Mara idk.

Luke's first season was incredible but he got into a horrible crash and lost his hand and now everyone is very skeptical if he can make his comeback this season. The team is under pressure anyways bc ppl say there is a curse on them since Anakin also had a horrid crash, you know Skywalker fuckery.

Din drives for Red Bull, tho they are referred to by some as the death watch, drawing suspicions with their weird training regiments. The Armorer is the team principal and Boba is Din's copilot. Din never takes his helmet off, mostly bc he rly just got into racing bc it's the only thing he was ever good at and he just wants to care for his kid and be left alone.

Bo-Katan is on Toro Rosso, and fucking hates Din's guts bc she used to drive for Red Bull but got knocked down to Toro Rosso last season so Din could have her spot (Din is oblivious to that rivalry). Koska is her copilot. Satine is the team principal and she and Bo never see eye to eye. Also, Satine has a weird history with that old dude that hangs around Ferrari all the time it's Obi-Wan.

Han and Chewie are in one of those weird teams that keep changing their sponsor and team name all the time so they are just known by the name Han lovingly gave his car, the Millennium Falcon. Lando is somehow their team principal even though no one knows where the heck he came from.

Then there is Mercedes with Gideon as team principal and Maul and ikd Ventress or someone as their drivers (nothing against Mercedes it just has to be one of the top teams u know for the drama).

Palpatine is the slimy old dude that has some shady money and hangs around like a menacing presence. He keeps trying to recruit Luke for one thing or the other and Anakin fucking hates his guts.

Cobb and Fennec are Ferraris and Red Bulls head mechanics respectively and always share the hot gossip. Obi-Wan, who blames himself for Anakin's accident, floats around like a weird ghost and occasionally offers strange advice. There is also Ashoka who was one of the most promising drivers and used to drive with Anakin but then shit happened and she noped out.

ANYWAYS Luke has always been curious about the gruff Red Bull driver who never takes his helmet off and they have a lot of run-ins, where ppl tell Luke to stay away but he's just so intrigued. And then one night he exists his trailer and wants to get away from the attention for one night bc he's already fighting a panic attack and runs into Din with Grogu on his arm who is fleeing as well. And Luke, bless him, does not connect the fact that Din and the mysterious driver are the same person, he just sees a hot dad and is head over heels.

And Din is nice and he is gentle and funny and knows how to talk Luke out of a panic attack and it becomes somewhat of a habit for them to meet up after races and they low-key start to date all while Luke has no clue who Din is bc he only ever introduced himself as Din, but on the track they are all called by their last name so---

Well you guessed it, Luke's season is actually going fucking great, so he and Din end up being pegged as rivals and it's blown up real big and Luke doesn't mind bc it's all in good fun, but what he does mind is that Djarin is suddenly always a bit too close to him when they are standing in line to be weight? Or their hands will brush when they pass each other in the hallway?? And he'll always somehow magically be around when Luke is about to have a panic attack and he does this thing where he leans their helmets together when Luke is freaking out and look it's all rly nice and lovely and he appreciates it so much, but also he has this rly nice thing going with Din and ppl are starting to talk and he doesn't want Din to think he is dating someone else but also he's getting kinda attached to Djarin and his rly soothing voice and oh gosh

But yea anyways there are so many possibilities like

it was actually Din who pulled Luke out of the wreck when he had his accident, Luke doesn't remember bc he was out cold

news articles and tweets and stuff that talk about Skywalker's and Djarin's rivalry that eventually morph into talking about them having a secret affair

Leia telling Luke over coms to come in for a tire change and Luke absolutely refusing bc Djarin is hot on his heels and he can't lose to him while Din is watching the race

Din telling Luke he can always call him and he'll always be there, except during races and Luke is high-key sad about that bc he would love to talk to Din before the race bc he's anxious but he respects Din's boundaries etc. BUT THE REASON DIN IS UNAVAILABLE IS BC HE'S IN THE DAMN RACE

eventual shit going down when they discover that Palp is cheating or some shit

Leia absolutely losing it when she finds out Luke thinks Din and Djarin are two different people

Han

#I haven't watched last season idk if any of this makes sense anymore #but yea fuck it this is just for vibes #this is mostly based on the fact that drive to survive has sport anime vibes #dinluke #dinluke modern au #I wanted this to be pure crack but you know gotta have the angst #dinluke F1 Au

[niniblack]

My 2021 Fic

The Simple Life (wip)

“What’s going on?” Tony asks, walking over to the security guard. The man is sitting at his desk and talking to a kid who’s gesturing animatedly. “Is it bring your kid to work day or something?”

“Hi!” the kid says, smiling brightly and waving at Tony. “I’m Peter.”

“He says he’s, uh…” The guard seems to be at a loss.

“You’re my dad!” Peter says, still smiling brightly.

Tony’s whole body flinches.

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An AU of The Game Plan, set right after Civil War and featuring a very lonely Tony Stark with poor coping mechanisms; a very young Peter Parker who is losing track of how many lies he’s told; and a very busy Pepper Potts who is starting to see her ex-boyfriend in a new light.

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The Best Thanksgiving Ever

Thanksgiving, 2024. It’s a year post-blip and Tony Stark has invited all his family and friends over to his idyllic lake house for a perfect holiday. It’s gonna be great. Perfect. Absolutely nothing is going to go wrong.

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“No,” Happy says. He steps towards the turkey, hands raised as though to ward them both off. “You two are not blowing up another turkey.”

Peter turns to him, eyes wide. “But… it’s for science.”

Happy raises a finger at him. “No.”

“Hap–” Tony tries.

“No.”

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the one where Bucky kidnapped Peter Stark as a toddler (series)

It’s 2019. In a universe where Thanos didn’t snap, Bucky is still making amends for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Which includes that time he kidnapped Tony Stark’s kid in 2007. 12 years later, after tracking Nicholas Stark down again on a trip that takes him halfway around the world, he drops the teenager now known as Peter Parker off on Tony’s doorstep.

Then Peter and Tony are left to deal with the aftermath.

(These are best read in order for them to make the most sense.)

old ghosts keep whispering In which Bucky is working on making amends, leading him to play detective into what happened to Nick Stark after he broke protocol and dumped the toddler outside a hospital instead of delivering him to HYDRA.

my family (might be a walking disaster) Peter Parker is dealing with finding out he was kidnapped and that his biological father is Iron Man really well. Honestly. He's fine. It's fine. Everything is fine.

twelve years, eight days, twenty-one hours, and fifteen minutes (give or take) Tony counts the time that his son is missing in minutes at first, then hours. Days. Months. ... Years. He never really stops counting.

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A 10 Step Plan for Saving Your Mentor’s Life (a Guide by Peter Parker) (wip)

What should be a quick training mission for the kid turns into disaster when the warehouse Tony and Peter are investigating collapses on top of them, leaving Tony trapped beneath the rubble. Waiting for someone with more expertise than a fifteen year old kid to dig him out would be ideal, sure, but Tony’s bleeding out from a gut wound. He doesn’t have that kind of time.

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I tamagot-chu (if you tamagot-me)

Ned shoved a bright purple tamagotchi into Peter’s hands.

“What is this?” Peter asked.

“That’s Karen.”

Peter looked between Ned and the tamagotchi. “What?”

“I ran out of room on the external drive,” Ned said.

Peter blinked at the tamagotchi. A tiny circle with a face was bouncing around the screen. There was a little pixelated skull in the corner. “You downloaded Karen onto a tamagotchi?”

“My mom was coming! I panicked!”

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relieved to lie in the wreckage

When Obi-wan doesn’t follow Padmé to Mustafar, she’s able to convince Anakin to run away from everything with her. But this doesn't prevent his nightmares from coming true, and he's left alone in a hostile galaxy with the infants she begged him to protect.

“Master Anakin,” Threepio says, still hovering in the doorway. “Might I suggest bouncing the children?”

Anakin stops pacing around with the twins, head swiveling to look at Threepio. He doesn’t have to ask what the fuck Threepio is talking about; Artoo does it for him.

Threepio seems to draw himself up as straight as he can. “I have conducted extensive research on the subject of human childrearing in anticipation of Mistress Padmé giving birth. Holding an infant and gently bouncing them in the parent’s arms is thought to be an excellent calming method.”

“Oh,” Anakin says. “I thought you meant… bouncing them on the floor or something.”

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The Stowaway (hiatus)

Damen and his co-pilot Nikandros are comfortably settled into life, flying around the galaxy on the Lioness taking odd jobs – some more legal than others. Until a shipment job from Vere to Naboo comes with an unexpected stowaway.

#my fic #irondad #captive prince #star wars

[shywhitemoose]

Hello! I hope you’re having a great day!

For the Obikin ask- 6, 8, 10, 23 if any of those are interesting to you 😁

Hi there! Sorry I'm so late! Thank you so much for the asks, these were all interesting to me 🧡

From Obikin Fandom Questions.

6. Do you remember the first Obikin fic you read? If so, what was it?

I’m not sure it was the first one, but among the first that I can remember and find again was With a Warm and Tender Hand by temple_mistress (is this person on tumblr?)... But then I feel like I also recall there was this author, Ralph E Silver or Singleton or Silverstein or something? Definitely Ralph something, lol, and there were several obikin fics that I read through there and also remember loving – like I was so happy this author had multiple works, but now I can’t find them on Ao3? Maybe I’m remembering wrong? I don’t know it was probably 2018ish. (I’ve been hung up on this ship for a while, guys.) If anyone remembers this person and could point me to their fics I’d love to re-read them sometime. You know, add them to my mile-long list of to-reads :o)

8. Tell us a quick headcanon that you have about Obikin.

Sometimes I like to think Anakin wears the glove not so much for aesthetics or to protect the mechanics of the artificial hand, but because there are sensors all over the surface of the thing and they are SO sensitive to direct touch. Obscenely sensitive, even. Obi-Wan discovers this inadvertently at some point and is very apologetic about it, thinking it’s painful sensitive, but no no. It’s a GOOD sensitive. Like, really good. And later on, you know, a touch turns into curious exploring (because really, it’s all very fascinating), gaging reactions, and then there’s an impromptu hand massage (of course!), and Anakin thinks maybe they should probably stop because well this could get really embarrassing really fast, but Obi-Wan knows exactly what he’s doing and Anakin has no reason to be embarrassed, even when he… 😊

10. Tell us a fandom headcanon that you’re not such a fan of.

Honestly I’m not sure there are any that bug me terribly. I don’t really like to think of Obi-Wan doing things to hurt people (even bad guys, unless they are directly threatening him or someone he loves) so AUs where he’s a Sith or modern AUs where he’s like a mob boss or assassin or something just don’t feel right to me when I specifically want to read Obikin. I guess I just love canon Obi-Wan too much :)

**That said - many of these stories I’ve come across are written so well that I still very much enjoy them, but it’s more like I’m just picturing Ewan McGregor as some other Very Attractive Character, if that makes sense, not Obi-Wan.

23. What trope would you love to see more of in Obikin fanfiction?

Hmmm I don’t know! Maybe Virgin Obi-Wan? Where sex was just never something he was particularly interested in because there were always more important things to do. (This seems reasonably believable to me if I’m only considering ROTS Obes, but when I consider younger Obi-Wan’s personality, I do realize we seem to characterize him as having very much gotten around by the time he’s ROTS-age, lol. And I’m totally on board with that too! But the former just squeezes my heart so good.)

#thanks plodder! #obikin #asks

[commanderfoxdeservesbetter]

Clone Wars Headcanon: Time Travel AU

Anakin, right after he dies, time travels back to the past and ends up right back in his old body which doesn’t end up so well as he’s becomes dysphoric after being in a mechanical body for 20+ years so he disappears.

Cue a whole search party going for him (with Obi-Wan stressing out because he can’t feel Anakin even through the bond; Ashoka left reeling and thinking it’s her fault because they had a small argument that day; and Palpatine angered because he just lost sight of his (one day) apprentice and his plans, while thorough, need Anakin to turn).

Alongside that, Force Ghost Yoda and Obi-Wan time travel back and stick with Anakin as he’s processing and since he can only see them, they can’t help much. (But really, they’re there to help him with changing the past and fixing the mistakes because while the Force did give him this chance to do so, sometimes it’s not always fair when you gotta do it alone and they believe in him).

After some time, Anakin comes back to meet with Palpatine and he’s not well (he stumbles quite a bit and his eyes...the anger inside him makes them turn from blue to yellow several times). Fox sees him on the way up (the only one who does because he sees past the Force hiding) and he follows Anakin (he has so many questions but he keeps quiet; now isn’t the time).

So when he reaches Palpatine’s office, Fox reveals himself and calls out. “General Skywalker.” Anakin turns slowly as Fox walks briskly towards him, but as he nears, he finds himself at loss for words. Anakin merely raises an eyebrow. “The Chancellor isn’t in right now,” Fox ends up saying.

Anakin sneers but replies, “I know. I’m waiting for him.” But Fox knows how much the General means to the 501st, to his brothers, his vod, to Rex, and offers to wait with him. (He might not talk to his brothers but regardless of what they think, he still cares!!) Anakin remembers him as the one who shot Fives and the one who arrested Ashoka (but FG!obi-wan whispers, this is before that. He hasn’t done that yet) and so he reluctantly agrees. Maybe, Anakin thinks, I can find out WHEN exactly am I.

So they sit (or stand in Fox’s case) in Palpatine’s office and wait there and the silence is definitely uncomfortable but Anakin (as Vader) has been through worse and Fox had to sit through Senator meetings so neither are willing to break the silence. (But Fox does start recording in his helmet as Rex, his vod’ika, would appreciate to see his General if General Skywalker decides to disappear again.)

It’s only after a couple of hours have passed that they move; Palpatine comes in through the office and, surprised by Anakin’s presence, welcomes him back.

“My boy, why you’ve appeared. We were so worried about you!” Palpatine’s glance towards Fox acknowledges the clone but nothing further. “There’s been a search party out looking for you.”

Anakin, standing up, has his head lowered and his fists clenched. His doesn’t speak for many moments before Palpatine asks, “Are you okay, my boy?”

Quick as a flash, Palpatine starts choking. Fox starts but his movements are stops and (he panics) he can’t move (he’s lost control). He knows it’s the Force (it hurts; will he lose time too) and it doesn’t hurt (but it does; he can’t control himself) and he feels fear creep up his spine (he’s not himself; he’s never himself) when Palpatine starts to gag, his face turning purple (help! Someone please! HELP!) and his breaths start coming in faster (where is he? WHERE IS HE?!) and his vision starts to blur (HELP ME!) and he vaguely sees a blue lightsaber turn on (he can’t breathe; oh Fett, he can’t breathe) and quick as lightning, it strikes down (he’s gonna die) and Palpatine’s head rolls over across the office (he’s gonna die! Help! HELP!) when he realizes he’s sitting down with his head (where is his helmet?) between his knees as Anakin speaks. “Breathe, one, two, three. In and out.”

Fox hungrily sucks air in and his lungs start cooperating and he can’t speak, not yet, but as he looks up, he sees (the Chancellor! He’s dead! NO!) Anakin and his eyes...they are blue. They’re blue (yellow) and he doesn’t understand but Anakin starts speaking again. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” His expression is stone cold but sounds at least a little apologetic and Fox works with Senators so he’ll take what he can get.

“Why-” Fox stops. He didn’t notice before but he can breathe (he doesn’t feel trapped) and he can think (he can think past his orders) and he starts over. “Who was he?”

Anakin grimaces. “The Sith Lord we’ve been searching for.” He pauses as Fox clings to his hand, needing something to ground him with. “Lord Sidious.”

And memories rush past Fox, of him speaking and following orders and committing (oh Fett, who did he kill?) atrocities and (he can’t breathe) he sees...the floor? Anakin speaks, “Breathe. In and out.”

Fox closes his eyes as tears run past his cheeks. He’s a horrible person (a good soldier); he’s killed his vod (he’s done his duty); he doesn’t deserve to be here (he’s only a clone).

Anakin’s talking but he can barely hear over his thoughts. Fox greedily breathes in before listening “-know when they’ll find the body but we need to leave now.”

“What?” Fox stares. Leave? Are they traitors? Have they...Are they committing treason? (Well, he thinks, General Skywalker did.)

Anakin lifts his head. “We need to leave. Are you coming with?”

And Fox...he can’t stay with the body. He’ll be decommissioned but he’s not a traitor. His eyes glance back and forth between General Skywalker and Palpatine’s corpse and he can’t...what can he...

“I’m going into shock,” Fox mutters and Anakin, for all his help, jolts back.

“Uhhh,” Skywalker stutters before Fox is laughing. “I’m going insane,” he chokes out, laughing madly at his predicament and Anakin...just stares before turning to the side.

Fox stops and realizes, he’s not the only one crazy. He listens to Anakin’s one-sided conversation (“-my problem?! I didn’t plan to bring him in this mess. I’m sorry not everyone is perfect like you but I couldn’t do nothing!”) and interrupts. “So what’s the plan, General?”

Skywalker turns and thins his lips. “We need to leave.”

Fox snorts. How we gonna do that? But as if he heard his thoughts, Anakin speaks, “I have a cruiser. We’ll need new identities but once we make it to...”

“And where will we be going?” Fox asks because if he’s gonna become a fugitive, he should know the whole plan. “Who will we become?” Why are we leaving, though that answer is pretty much a given.

Anakin just shrugs before helping him to his feet. “We’ll see when we get there, Commander.” Fox snorts and thinks, Of course he had no plan, but Anakin continues. “Don’t worry, Commander. It’ll be better this time.”

And Fox doesn’t want to think of what this time means but he mutters, “My name is Fox,” though if he’s becoming a fugitive, it will only be for a short time before he gets a new name.

It isn’t until they’re leaving the planet that Fox remembers, he forgot his helmet. His helmet, which is still recording the room.

#star wars #clone wars #time travel #anakin skywalker #commander fox #palpatine #fugitive #Anakin didn’t plan to involve Fox in his murder #but at least he’s not alone #stressed little fox

[crispyjenkins]

Omg! Dookus padawan au is fabulous! I love it! Although now im curious about how melida daan would go with a more confident obi and a master whos supportive of him and listens

(i originally planned this to be a dramatic harrowing recounting of obi’s time on Melida/Daan, but it did not turn out like that ಥ_ಥ 

thank you for enabling me with this au, anon, i love it so much and i somehow don’t write little-shit-obi nearly as much as i should. i hope this satisfies! ( ˘ ³˘) bonus nield ‘cause he’s dead in dha kar’ta and i got big sad about it)

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 "Obi-Wan, did you fuck the Mand'alor."

  Obi-Wan grins at Nield from the cell across from him, sitting in half-lotus like any proper Jedi on a routine kidnapping, and Jango sighs in the next cell over.

  "You overestimate how much either of us would like that," Obi-Wan chirps, even though they all know that's not really what Nield is asking. 

  And he makes his feelings about that clear, leveling Obi-Wan with an unimpressed deadpan that Obi-Wan really doesn't think is warranted. "Is this what you thought I meant when I told you to lay low?" he asks gruffly. "Become the youngest Jedi Master in two centuries and shack up with another Anti-Republic System's leader?"

  Jango slants a look at him. "What do you mean 'another'?"

  "Well, technically, Nield, I never shacked up with you either," Obi-Wan reasons. "And you were only governor for about three days."

  "That still counts!"

  "De'jate werda, this is about the Young?"

  "Language, dear," Obi-Wan chides blandly, and Jango throws his stale roll at him through the bars; it misses him by a foot anyways. "But yes, I'm afraid so. I did tell you the Daan regularly kidnap me for ransom from the Jedi, didn't I?"

  Grumbling, Jango flops against the back wall to scowl. "I was under the impression they had stopped after your Cerasi renamed the planet."

  "They did," Nield pipes up, poking at his own inedible roll. "Since I'm here, it probably still does have to do with the leaders of Tahl, but why they nabbed your boyfriend is beyond me."

  Jango rolls his eyes. "Probably because I was with him when they grabbed him."

  "Don't sound so put-upon, we hadn't seen each other in months." Aside from a single holocall before Obi-Wan had gone undercover with a Mid-Rim diplomatic convoy, both he and Jango had been too busy to take the time off for even a quick visit, and they'd had all of twenty minutes together before their kidnappers had broken into Jango's apartment on Coruscant. They had been in the middle of dinner and everything, and Obi-Wan mourns the tiingilar left on their table.

  Though, he supposes, he had made it with Rodian chillies instead of Mandalorian ones just to kark with Jango, so Maker knows if it had even been edible.

  Snorting, Nield runs his hands through his hair and leans as far over as he can to look down the halls of their cellblock, as if he and Jango hadn't already done that. "I imagine you haven't broken out yet because you're the only one of us in cuffs?"

  Obi-Wan helpfully raises his bound hands to show him the new-fangled force-suppressing manacles that have become more popular over the last few years, what with the sudden spike in number of Jedi. "I’ve never seen them before," he offers. "They're not nearly as strong as Ventress' collar, but I'm afraid I'm of no use to you unless we get them off."

  Nield sighs. "I said to lay low, Kenobi. You were the one to bag Ventress?"

  "I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter, my dear: she rather forced my hand."

  "No, no, we're not glossing over this again," Jango growls, getting to his feet to lean on his bars so he can glare at the both of them. "Why'd you tell him to lay low? When did you tell him to lay low?"

  “I’ve been telling him for years!”

  “But especially since the last attempt on Cerasi’s life.”

  “Ner ca’tra,” Jango sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Do you have a bounty on you again?”

  Nield waves emphatically, as if finally proven right. “‘Again’! What does he mean ‘again’, Obi-Wan?”

  Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan knows it’s not nearly as bad as they’re both making it out to be. “To my knowledge, no, I don’t think I currently have a bounty out on my head, and Neild, it would only be the second time.” He unfolds himself and pushes upright, stretching his legs before sticking his bound hands through the bars. “Now, if you two would stop nagging, I need you to try shorting out the locking mechanism with your water cups.”

  Jango sighs but still moves to grab the single cup of water that had been in the cells when they arrived; Nield stays at his door and scowls. “You’re not sure if it’ll work?”

  Obi-Wan raises a brow. “No, I’m actually quite confident it will: Quinlan and I have escaped the Daan twice like this. I just wasn’t sure if your arms would reach.”

  “Ha ha,” Jango drawls, sticking his own arms out to try and reach across the narrow walkway between their lines of cells. “Was that before or after you liberated the planet.”

  Nield is absolutely no help, groaning and laughing both as he ducks back to get his own water. “I’ve yet to meet this mysterious Quinlan that you assure me is actually real, but it’s been a decade and a half, ‘Nobi.”

  He sniffs in offense, stretching out as far as he can for Jango to tip his cup over his wrists. “He’s doing it on purpose. Quinlan Vos is never more amused than when he is making my life more difficult, so I’m afraid he’s been avoiding you, my dear.”

  “A likely story,” Nield snorts, and his significantly-longer arms easily allow him to pour his water directly into the locking mechanism. It starts sparking immediately, Obi-Wan jerking to the side to protect his face while Nield yelps and pulls back. 

  Feeling the Force rush back into his bones like a splash of tihaar, Obi-Wan easily snaps the cuffs down the centre and kicks open his cell door.

-

  Obi-Wan wasn't even supposed to be here, but when he's on his way back from Ilum to finally build a second lightsaber so he can move up from the jar’kai practice ’sabers Master Windu has him using, the Force sidelines him by forcing the Crucible into an emergency landing for the first time since Huyang's creation. A problem with the hyperdrive or something, nothing crucial to replace, something easily fixed once planetside, but just bad enough that they have to land on the nearest planet to fix it.

  Where Qui-Gon Jinn just so happens to be already on a mission attempting to rescue another Jedi master. Where there are actual children fighting for control of the capital city. 

  It takes Obi-Wan less than an hour to find Jinn and the Young, and perhaps an hour more to decide he would be sending Masters Tahl and Jinn back to the Temple without him. Master Yan would understand, it would hardly be the first time he had taken advantage of his master’s absence to do what the Force was telling him to.

  He is there a month before Master Yan returns with four Jedi Masters and their padawans, and permission from the Senate to aid the Young until a treaty could be reached. Obi-Wan is frankly too intimidated by his master securing the warrant nobody had managed to in seventy-five years to ask just how he’d done it; and Master Yan doesn’t scold him except to tell him in no uncertain terms that he is never to trust Qui-Gon Jinn’s judgement on anything to do with children. 

  Luckily his following lecture about the faults of jar’kai and the importance of proper dueling technique is cut off by an ambush from the Melida, and he never gets back around to it even after the Young retake the planet. Obi-Wan is still unsure whether he prefers the three days of sexual education he gets instead, when Cerasi admits she had caught Nield and Obi-Wan kissing in the hall after her election.

-

  Yan meets them outside, not looking very surprised to see them simply walking from the brig that had been their home for the last eight hours. Their human kidnappers are cuffed and being processed by a pair of Judiciary Branch clerks Yan had evidently brought with him, which would rather explain why there had been no one to hinder their escape.

  Raising a brow, a million questions in the simple gesture, Yan holds out Obi-Wan’s cloak, waiting for him to put it on before giving him his ’sabers as well. “I fear I must apologise, your honor,” he rumbles like the words simultaneously amuse him and burn his mouth. “My former apprentice still has not learned how to keep others safe from his continued imbroglios.”

  Jango snorts, accepting one of Obi-Wan’s ’sabers to hold until he can get his blasters back; Nield’s eyes almost bug out of his head. “Do we know what they were after?”

  Yan’s lips curl almost-mockingly. “A trade agreement, I believe. President Cerasi and the Delegates of Tahl had already turned them away, so they thought to strong-arm the Melidaan system instead.”

  “So you weren’t even a political prisoner,” Obi-Wan teases a Nield already burying his face in his hands, “just a familial hostage, my dear.”

  “Shut him up before I do,” Nield tells Jango.

  Who simply smirks and holds up his hands. “You overestimate how much control I have over anything he does.”

  “Maker, he really does have you wrapped around his finger.”

  “To be fair, I’ve known Jango far more intimately.”

  “I’m leaving,” Nield announces, spinning on heel to stalk towards the rescue cruiser from Tahl despite knowing Obi-Wan simply means he’s never had visions of Nield, even as far back as the Civil War. 

  Jango leans over and surreptitiously whispers, "Was Nield the bad wall-makeout?"

  "Maker, he was horrible, my dear." 

Mando’a: Mand’alor — “Sole ruler”, contended ruler of Mandalore. "De'jate werda" — "By the Great Darkness", slang from Concord Dawn, used as an expletive similar to "Christ!" or "Good lord." tiingilar — Mandalorian casserole specified to be “blisteringly spicy” ner ca'tra — “my night sky”, intimate term of endearment  tihaar — Mandalorian strong clear spirit made from fruit

*also obi is a master earlier ‘cause of his clairvoyance, since i’m subscribing to the “you become a master jedi when you master a part of yourself” version of the master trials in this. anyways.*

#crispy writes #prompt fill #melida/daan au #dooku's padawan au #soft and gay all around #little shit obi is everything and i don't write him enough #prequel trilogy #au #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #nield of the young #cerasi of the young #cerasi renamed the planet tahl (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) #and the system to melidaan #cerasi is alive and president and WILL send the entire jedi order to rescue her idiot brothers #yan dooku #i... keep forgetting how to tag my own work