#also yes i'm changing ben to obi-wan...

[threebea]

I need to write an AU where Obi-Wan works at Dex's diner maybe during the Imperial era and Clark Kenting it. Shaved his beard and wears glasses or some other low level cosmetic thing.

Patron: wow has anyone ever told you that you look like Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Obi-Wan: oh yes, after betraying the Republic I got hired at a diner in cocotown since it was the only job I could get after becoming an enemy of the state. I'm afraid I'll have to beg for your silence on the matter.

Patron: haha can you imagine? Anyway I'll have the shake and fries.

⭐

Clone Trooper: hey doesn't that guy look like General Kenobi?

Clone Trooper Buddy: no he looks completely different. He has no facial hair, he has glasses, he has tattoos. General didn't look like that.

Third Clone Troopers: it's so hard to tell them apart.

Clone Trooper Buddy: besides with the amount of businesses that legally are allowed not to serve us you think the one that had General Kenobi working for them would let us in?

Clone Trooper: ugh good point.

Regular: Ben is nice Dex, but he's kind of clumsy. (Winces as a bunch of plates shatter in background)

Stormtroopers on leave tense and look over at the middle aged man profusely apologising, they turn back to their nerfburgers.

Dex: Ben means well and he's got a kid to look after you know? Besides he's gotten way better than he was before!

CRASH

Stormtrooper: do you know how hard it is to get space mustard off armour!?

Ben: I am so sorry 😭 please let me help you.

Regular: you're a good guy Dex (shakes head)

Later:

Dex: pal you gotta bring it down with the clumsy act. I can't afford this many dishes.

'Ben': you're only mad you didn't see their faces.

Dex: well that's also true. Steal anything good?

Ben: copied a few passcodes. They were gossiping about their next station. I'll put it on a drive and you can sell it.

Dex: I'll send a copy to Organa too. Never know when it might come in handy.

Stormtrooper: I need to see your identification citizen.

'Ben' completely unconcerned: of course! Ben Kenobi (hands over very good fake id)

Stormtrooper: (stares at him) wow that's rough. Do you get hassled? You related or something?

'Ben': hassled? Oh! Perhaps a bit in the beginning, but not as much now. I thought about changing my name, but updating ID now is so complicated.

Stormtrooper: tell me about it. I got married and it was a whole thing.

'Ben': exactly! Who has the time for the line up at a Service Corscant? I find being straightforward is the best way to go about it. I'm not even related, just the same Stewjoni last name and similar build. The name is what really makes people think I look like him.

Stormtrooper: yeah I wouldn't have even thought about it. Anyway you're clear. Have a good day.

Ben: you too! 😊 (Smiles as he walks away with a bag of weapons the Stormtrooper didn't bother to check)

[jaskwritesthings]

may the fourth be with you

so star wars having been giving me ideas recently and i'm running away with these fics so i'd thought share for our blessed star wars holiday!

first up we've got as of yet unnamed obi-wan raises the twins au, an entirely self indulgent fic where i shove obi-wan into the dad role, drop his grief stricken ass on a desert planet and gently encourage him into a polycule of frightening competency levels that include quinlan, beru and owen.

next up is my entry into the mandatory time travel fix it fic department in which i take ben kenobi ala new hope and shove that old man into his phantom menace self with a generous side order of quinlan naturally

following that we have fic baby no.1 in which quinlan hears qui-gon say obi-wan left the order willingly after melida/daan and thought 'bitch you lying' and ran off to join obi-wan, bonus mandos

and lastly we have fic baby no.2 inspired by the wonderful and thoroughly recommended from the ashes by @llamaal. i loved this au idea so much it sparked an idea within me, thank you for your wonderful fic. so for this lil au number for the first time ever i focus on not giving obi-wan galactic levels of angst but feemor for a nice change, essentially adding to the small but delightful pile of fics in where the temple attack happens earlier in the timeline

so which one are you guys excited to see? (this will have no effect on which one i finish first but it'll be interesting for me to see what ya'll are excited for) also feel free to ask me about any of these puppies, my ask box is open

and here's a sneaky opening to my obi-wan raises the twins au - please bear in mind this is still the first draft, things will be subject to change, added and extended in v2 and v3 as is my way. with that in mind, enjoy!

“Separated, the children will be,” Yoda stated with the finality born from years sitting on the council, of being heard and unchallenged.

Something in Obi-Wan rebelled at the idea, a sudden violent scream from deep within him. It wasn’t the Force. No. This was purely him and him alone.

“No,” Obi-Wan said with more calmness than he actually felt.

Yoda’s chair turned to him, his brow raised, “No?”

“No, we failed. Our order failed, doing things as we have done is only guaranteed to continue that failure,” Obi-Wan stated, grasping at straws.

“Will it, the Force does,” Yoda said, the stop at the end of his sentence brooking no further argument.

“With all due respect Master, that’s Bantha shit and you know it,” Obi-Wan chastised, letting his anger flit through him like a fly-by by a speeder, quick and careless but still controlled by the seat of his pants.

“Upset, you are,” Yoda stated, and Obi-Wan was vividly reminded of his teachings in the crèche so long ago.

“Yes I am, but I’m not wrong Master. The Force has been clouded far longer than the war by the Sith and now it is even darker than before, how do you know this path is not simply another manipulation by the man who had the entire Senate and the Order chasing shadows for years? We can not trust those instincts any more,” Obi-Wan implored.

“Perhaps, correct you are, perhaps, wrong you also are, regardless, dangerous it is to keep them together,” Yoda pushed.

“Regardless, I will take them both far from the Empire’s reach,” Obi-Wan stated firmly.

“Alderaan-” Bail interjected in an effort to smooth the ruffled feathers but Obi-Wan cut him off.

“I mean no offence Senator but your home world would be the first stop for the Empire’s scrutiny, unless you intend to be anything less than a thorn in Palpatine’s side going forward,” Obi-Wan pointed out and Bail's mouth shut with a click.

“A fair point, then where?”

“The girl, to Alderaan must go, the boy-”

“You have no authority over the twins Yoda, I have more claim to them than any at this table and that is final, the children stay with me,” Obi-Wan snapped and Yoda's gaze narrowed in the silence that followed before he turned to Bail.

“A moment, you will give us Bail.”

Bail gamely bowed out, he nodded to Obi-Wan, the sadness and exhaustion weighing heavily on him.

“Blind, you are,” Yoda said.

“Perhaps, but you are even more so,” Obi-Wan sighed.

“Explain, you will”

“All we have is lost, you are clinging to a broken system. A way of life that is no longer capable of surviving, perhaps it never was”

“Failed, we have. This path, you seek, failure at its end I fear.”

“Even so, I can not turn from it, my decision is final Yoda”

“Forbid you, I do.”

Obi-Wan laughed at the absurdity of it and the sound had a slightly hysterical edge to it, “Then bring up my insolence with the rest of the council, demote me, expel me from the order entirely, it changes nothing, I will take the twins, you’ll have to kill me to stop me.”

“Lost much, we have,” Yoda said wilting in his seat.

“We still have one another,” Obi-Wan stated though even to his own ears it sounded like pleading.

“A lie, I fear. As lost as Skywalker, you have become. Stop you, I cannot, support you, I cannot.”

The heartbreak at that hurt fiercely but it was nowhere near the pain he'd felt over the past few days, he merely added this wound to the endless list slicing up his very soul, “Then goodbye Master Yoda, I hope one day we can meet as friends again,”

“Perhaps, we shall. Doubt it, I do.”

Obi-Wan bowed low and respectful one final time to the man who had only ever been a pillar of surety to him in the past. Now Yoda was old and tired, broken and crumbling like a ruin left to rot. Obi-Wan mourned their friendship for a moment and released the grief into the Force with ease. Far too much ease in fact. Clearly their relationship had been crumbling long before this point.

He left the room and his former Master without a backwards glance.

Bail met him in the hall, falling into Obi-Wans determined quick step.

“If not alderaan, where will you take them?”

“I believe it’s best if you don’t know,” Obi-Wan said, not sure of his end destination himself and stalling for time as the fabled negotiator he was.

“I can not help you if it’s too far.”

“I know, I am not without my skills Senator.”

“Bail, please, we are long past such formalities my friend.”

“Bail then, I will be fine.”

“No one doubts your skills as a Jedi or a General…”

“Only as a civilian?”

“It will be difficult.”

“Of that I have no doubt, but I will adapt quickly, for the twins sake if nothing else.”

“And you? Will you be alright my friend?”

“Time will tell.”

The came to a stop in front of the medward, in the harsh light of the ward the comforting embrace of the large cot stood out, the babies were curled together like two puzzle pieces wrapped in linen, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of the turmoil around them.

“Alderaan’s doors will always be open to you my friend,”

“Thank you,”

“I admit I’m somewhat disappointed, my wife and I have always wanted a child, she would have been well loved,” Bail said looking at the twins wistfully. Obi-Wan felt a stab of guilt for having robbed the man of such joy but he couldn’t regret the choice he’d made.

“I do not doubt that, you’re a good man, you wouldn’t have been anything but kind to her, I just…”

“They’re his children,” Bail sighed, the weight of Anakin’s crimes weighing in the moment, heavy and painful. Bail had rarely met his former Padawan, never knew the man Obi-Wan cared for so deeply.

“Whatever he became at the end, his children were born of love, they shouldn’t suffer for his mistakes,”

“I understand, at least to a degree, we cling to those we have loved and lost,”

“He was my padawan, my partner in the war,” Obi-Wan defended, he knew deep down how shallow a description that was for the depth of what they truly had. What he thought they had anyway.

“Padme loved him, as do you, that is all I need to know in order to know the children will be safe and loved with you,”

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly around the grief that seemed permanently lodged in his throat. He wondered if he’d choke on it before long as Padme had.

“I’ll get a ship ready, with some supplies and credits, you won’t go without some help,” Bail stated, not seeming to expect any response to what he’d said.

“Thank you, truly,”

[this-acuteneurosis]

I kind of want to get you started on mind tricks. cause like weak minded to strong minded dynamic and the blur away, but also the sith back in the day were for SURE a Caste system of force sensitive rulers and non force sensitives, and the jedi were their ENEMY off and on for thousands of years, cultural bleed through and dynamics of their own power systems but Ben we are not the droids you are looking for go away so I dont have to kill you, versus Qui hey I want this thing trade it for me.

Alright, Oct anon, it's been a while, but I have not forgotten you definitely forgot this ask in my drafts for who even knows how many months but it's found again, whoo!

It's taken me a while to get this together partly to try and arrange my thoughts in a logical order but also...

Guys, I really, really care about the use of agency in stories. Like, I've ranted about it in relation to droids, I've explained some of my problems with it in the context of the thematic changes between the OT and the PT, I stew over it constantly in my brain, it's a central theme of many of my own stories (including DLB).

I really don't like mind control, and not just in Star Wars.

Now, just because I don't like a thing doesn't mean it doesn't have a place in story telling. As a device, mind control/manipulation can be useful or important to a plot. To a theme. Overcoming it can be powerful or cool (Ella Enchanted-I prefer the novel personally, Tanjiro in Demon Slayer: Mugen Train), watching someone succumb to it can be agonizing (Frodo in Return of the King, anyone? Princess Euphemia in Code Geass?).

So, what is the point of Mind Tricks (and that naming choice, "trick," making it sound almost...harmless) in the Star Wars story, and maybe in the universe?

I feel like in its initial reveal, the mind trick was supposed to a) convey how "magical" Jedi were and b) get the plot from point A to B. Obi-Wan waves his hand, someone believes something hideously untrue, move along move along, don't think about it too hard.

Like, literally, audience, please. Don't.

Luke uses it in RotJ for pretty much the same reason. To convery a) Luke is well on his way to being a "magical" Jedi now (oh but wait, there's more character growth he needs!), and b) Luke needs to get into Jabba's palace and why would they let him in? Because he says so, so we will take him to Jabba now. Move along, move along.

I don't like the implications of this power existing, and as an adult who has been in situation where I have to report to higher powers, the disregard of the consequences of these things are a bit darker if I look too closely, but like...move along, I guess. It's fine as long as we're only using these powers on space nazis and slavers. Right?

Except then we get more movies. And cartoons. It's fine if Obi-Wan mind controls a person into not smoking, right? Smoking is Bad and Obi-Wan is Good.

Only.

Only...

Who taught Obi-Wan to use mind tricks?

Ah yes, my old nemesis.

To all you Qui-Gon fans out there, you may wanna leave. This analysis is probably not for you.

So like, Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon "I'm friends with the current Chancellor and thus an obvious, notable representative of the Jedi Order but I don't get along with my higher ups" Jinn. The thing you have to understand about my opinion of him is that, as a young, first time watcher of TPM, I liked him. He was funny, irreverent, direct. He was wise, or at least seemed to know things no one else did. He was a maverick, ready to go against all orders and advice for what he knew was right. And everyone around him was just stuffy and uninformed.

And to be fair, he wasn't wrong about everything. He's set up to be sympathetic. He's trying to treat with the gungans and they won't listen? Well he and Obi-Wan are right, the Trade Federation does go for the gungans. The Order says there are no Sith? Oops, wrong on that one. The Council makes the ambiguous assertion Anakin is "too old" to train. We've seen the OT. We know "too old" is nonsense.

But like, what does Qui-Gon do when he's thwarted?

He takes away people's agency.

Oh, you don't want to help us, Boss Nass, political leader? Cool, well I'm gonna undermine you in front of your entire court and you're gonna give us a whole ship (that we won't return) to help us defend a people you've been in an active war with for centuries. Oh, my currency doesn't work on this planet? I think it will mister small time junk dealer with a gambling problem (jokes on you for that one, sir).

This to me is a huge red flag in a story that is about literal slaves. I know people will defend the above examples. It was necessary. There were lives at stake.

You wanna know who would have suffered if Qui-Gon had been able to con Watto out of that part?

Anakin and Shmi.

Worthless (or event mostly worthless) currency on a planet where you have to buy water is literal death under the right circumstances. And who do you think Watto's going to reduce rations on. He's got cash flow problems? What's the quickest way for him to make back what he just lost? I'll give you a hint, he gambles on them later in the exact same movie.

So like, well before we get to "weak minded" or anything dubious like that, there's this awkward question of, "Why are the good guys always using powers to make people do things? And not worried about the consequences?"

And like, if we go back to simple story narratives, and trying to move things from point A to point B, that's fine I guess. I enjoy the OT. I'll move along.

But if you ask me to stop and think about it.

Well...

[therentyoupay]

just want to quickly tell you that i really admire your dedication in completing your 'at the center' fiction, which is WOW, absolutely commendable!! ( and expanding other drabbles as well??? i'm blown away ).

although we've only been following each other recently, i hope to be like you someday and have the motivation to keep posting updates for my fics no matter how long it takes 🥹 okay that's all and have a very nice day!!

thank you!! 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💖💖💖 so much!!! for your sweet comments and for the encouragement and for dropping by to leave a message 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖🙏🙏🙏🙏 I HOPE YOU, TOO, HAVE A VERY NICE DAY ✨

and i'd like to also take a moment to say a few words about (✨forging, fostering✨) the motivation to keep posting updates for fics (no matter how long it takes!!!!), but first, i'd also like to very briefly share with you two of my all-time favorite fanfiction WIPs (one is ongoing 20+ years, and the other is 10+) to help contextualize my response:

#1. ————

More Than Human (Words: 332,245 | Complete: No) by sbj "Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Camus {High School AU!RrB/PpG}

FIRST PUBLISHED: January 31, 2009

LAST UPDATED: June 18, 2019

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 10 years, 4 months, and 21 days

#2. ————

Re-Entry (Words: 568,178 | Works: 22 | Complete: Yes) and Re-Entry: Journey of the Whills (Words: 923,940 | Works: 59 | Complete: No) Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. {Time Travel AU!Star Wars Re-Write} by flamethrower

FIRST PUBLISHED: October 1, 2002

LAST UPDATED: December 30, 2022

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 20 years, 3 months, and 6 days

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these WIPs are only two examples! tons of my favorite stories have spanned multiple years of progress!

mine! ————

at the center (Words: 395,094 | Complete: No) by @therentyoupay Legends and fairy tales, magic and myths, and—at the center of it all—a story of a young, future-Queen and her young, ageless-Guardian; a girl cursed with fear and a god frozen in time, and all of the reasons why seeing isn't always at the heart of believing. {Guardian AU!Jelsa}

FIRST PUBLISHED: January 17, 2014

LAST UPDATED: January 2, 2024

As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 9 years, 11 months, and 22 days (happy almost 10th anniversary!! ✨)

thoughts & feelings! ————

everyone writes at their own pace, in their own time, with the best resources they have, according to whatever life stage(s) they are at 💕

~most readers generally express gratitude and understanding and patience! fandom culture (across fandoms) shifts and changes all the time, so while there are times in fandom (generally) in which the ✨entitled expectation✨ is for fic authors to "WRITE FAST, PUBLISH OFTEN," there are also times in which readers go out of their way to share beautifully encouraging messages like "even if you never update again, i am so grateful for what you have given us (so far)!" and "i will wait for this story to update for the rest of my life, and i will be happy with an update no matter how long it takes" and, often—both messages at the same time. 💖

a good skill to develop is the mental strength to withstand the not-so-nice messages while absorbing the positivity of the lovely ones! i don't post or respond to the really nasty anons i sometimes receive 👀 like the ones that accuse me of having "abandoned nearly all [my] fics"—i personally delete them immediately! anons like that do not deserve someone else's ✨energy✨. (for the first time—i think, ever?—i did post someone's confusing? rude? anon the other day [i.e., i am a hoarder who creates suffering by withholding fic updates?? i think??], but i attribute that choice to publicly post [my reaction gif to that anon] to my current Life Stage™ and my hard-earned self-confidence in the knowledge that I Can Do Hard Things. ✨ my development of that muscle has come from finishing other long-progress fanfics, and, to be honest, Real Life Milestones like going to grad school [twice] and Doing a Dissertation ✨). all in all, the motivation to keep updating is really, at its core, about having the will and the time and the mental energy and the passion to dedicate time to something that you really want to do, even through all the obstacles and nonsense, which takes mental (and emotional) strength! 💖 develop and fortify your mental fortitude! 💖💖💖💖 it's a lifelong process! ✨

and lastly, and most importantly, in my opinion... regardless of whether or not you think any potential readers might be out there (chances are there WILL BE, but that's not the point!!!), just keep writing... and write what you want, and write for yourself! whether you update in two days, or ten years, or twenty-two—do it, anyway!! 💖💖💖💖💖

LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK 💖✨ (and keep me posted lol)

[ceaselessbasher]

My thoughts of how the universe of the Star Wars sequels would make sense go from mild to spicy to extra spicy and I'm very often thinking about the last one.

Mild: The main three should've continued being the main three, not Rey and the other two guys. Finn should've gotten a satisfying arc, maybe with some Jedi stuff, and Poe should've been a whole new character like he started out being, not Han Solo 2.0. Rey should've been a child of nobodies from nowhere. Fine, I'll let you keep your bitchass Luke that barely makes sense.

Spicy: Finn should've absolutely gotten a Jedi arc, in his own way. Absolutely no weird, poorly written Re*y*lo allowed. What the fuck was that. I wish I had more to say about Poe but his Han-Solo-fication sucked away so much character that I can't say what I want developed, but something sure should've been developed. If you even try, try, to look at my specialest boy, who looked at his father in his worst moments and said he believed there was still good at him, if you go anywhere near him with your "one thing went wrong and he panicked and ran", I will destroy you.

Extra spicy: ok so the "real" sequels want a world where the generational trauma is never broken and I say fuuuuck you to that. We're taking this by pieces and then putting them all together. Starting with this one thing I read once in a fic and is now canon in my heart, Boba adopts Finn from a young age. How?, you ask. By intercepting an early-stages First Order child-kidnap-inator, please save your questions for the end. Give me a Finn that trades stormtrooper armor for first-rate inherited Mandalorian armor. Give me Finn Fett with both a lightsaber and several other types of weapons on his belt.

Okay okay next step. Rey? No, I'll fucking get there when I get there. Kylo. But he's not Kylo, obviously. This is a Ben Solo that went to Jedi school with a Luke that makes sense. So is he an amazing and kind Jedi? Of course not. The fact that this boy has problems doesn't have to change. But again, this is not a boy that was taught by the old ways, Luke is not Yoda or (sorry king) Obi Wan who ignore red flags left and right (WE ARE BREAKING THE GODDAMN GENERATIONAL TRAUMA). Being a Luke that makes sense means that he is also a Luke that doesn't shun Grogu for loving his dad. So this is also a Ben who gets to interact with Mandalorian culture, not just Jedi culture, who has a chance to compare and contrast both and realize that he is not made for the one his family tradition dictates. He has a different sort of temper and passion that never mix well with the Force and that Jedi's have been historically shit at training. But not Mandalorians. That shit flies wonders with them. Yes, you've guessed it, Mando Ben, for me fixing the sequels is also the mandorification of the sequels. But I have to clarify that he is not a Jedi-Mando like Finn, he breaks away from that fully, and he can keep the black palette and maybe a similar helmet because that would be funny in a fourth-wall, sequel redo way.

And now, Rey. I don't have a lot to say about Rey because, again, she's a nobody, and I say this with a lot of affection and with a kiss on the forehead. And also, because taking away the layers of bullshit, it become what it appeared to be at first. She was born in the middle of nowhere, the cruelty of the First Order left her orphaned, and she had to fend off for herself for a while until her Force-sensitiveness got her involved in Plot. That's it. Also if they want Din and Luke can adopt her.

And for your final question, uhhhh what's the conflict now? That's super fucking easy, it's what it always is, it's imperialism. You think those bastards are not there just cause Kylo, Lord Emo Boy Puppet, isn't there?

[uh-oh-its-bird]

Hi happy holidays I'm back on my bullshit with this bc I am EATING UP the reblogs actually (this story REFUSES to leave me alone)

NO BECAUSE BABY HAN POKING HIS HEAD OUT OF A VENT AND TRYING TO SELL INFORMATION TO THIS POSH JEDI GUY ONLY TO LATER REALIZE OH MY GOD THATS THE CRAZY DUDE FROM THE DESERT

On one hand I definatley think there's a good argument to be made that Han should know Obi-wan's name, both from Luke, having been around (if very young) during the clone wars, general proximity to Jedi shit later in life, etc.

On the OTHER hand I can totally see Han learning Obi-Wan's name then just overriding it bc "nah that's crazy Ben and that's all you're ever gonna hear me call him"

Willful ignorance if you will

Sorry he only has space in his brain for so much and he's like 40, Ben was forever ago for him. Obi-Wan who??

But anyways YES, give me Obi-Wan being left alone for a brief minute and Han poking his head out of a vent where he's been waiting for his chance to poke at him.

Give me Han having heard a jedi was on world and suddenly remembering oh fuck right the Jedi. That's like. A thing. That I should probably try to take care of.

Give me Han trying to figure out how to do any of """this""" whatever this may be as he argues with the imagined voice of Luke who's giving some speech about saving the jedi and securing a bright future for the galaxy, no pressure or anything.

Ok NOW give me Han running head first into Boba in the vents because Boba also heard there was a jedi on world and also remembered that was a thing he should totally take care of. Only his ""take care of"" is a biiiit different than Han's.

(And maybe he doesn't actually know what he's trying to take care of. Maybe he still isn't sure if he's going to go for a kill or if he just wants to get a look at this jedi. This enemy of his father, the man he knows will cause him heaps of trouble in the future.)

But luckily enough for Boba he doesn't have to think about silly mental spirals and implications of the fact that this might just be the moment he's really able to change the future. About the fact that what he chooses to do in this very moment may well save his father's life or speed along his death. Because how can he think of that when he's suddenly running head first into Han !!!

And Han hisses something along the lines of "what the fuck are you doing here"

To which Boba spits back something like, "fuck you, you don't own the vents"

To which Han snipes back with "Oh so you're just copying me huh?? Couldn't get enough of me kicking your ass in the halls now you're coming to have me beat you up in the vents huh???"

Meanwhile Obi-Wan looks up in concern as loud clanging noises and enraged screaming comes from the ceiling, before two boys tumble out of a vent and onto the floor, practically hissing at eachother with half screamed insults Obi-Wan can barley even catch, let alone understand.

The boys calm down in a few seconds when they reach some sort of stalemate of tangled limbs and realize that oh fuck they have an audience and oh fuck it's the jedi and oh FUCK neither of them have actually decided on that game plan they were agonizing over

So they have a little staring match for a few seconds before Obi-Wan gently prods them with some sort of "well you boys seem to be having fun" or smthn, which seems to be the kick Han needs to start winding up the bullshit clock. He does what he does best, which is to say he invents some shit on the spot. Something something infiltration something something brain chips(?) something something sith.

Honestly Han himself doesn't even know half of what he's saying he's just kind of tossing out buzzwords he half remembers from Luke's distressed drunken rambles about jedi history. It seems to work tho bc he DEFINATLEY has Obi-Wan's attention

(Meanwhile Boba is still undecided on the murder thing but Han being there is distracting enough that he's setting it aside. For now. Ignore the fact that this kid could not take Obi-Wan in a fight and he's delusional for thinking he has a chance at taking him head on. So actually him deciding not to do the murder is very much helping in the self preservation department.)

So, Obi-Wan is very interested in what this kid who clearly knows something and clearly doesn't belong here has to say, but uh oh !!! The long necks are on the way back!!!

Han shouts sometbing about finding him later, or maybe he gives him the squad name of that squad he adopted or smthn. And the boys make a mad dash for the vents, and Han makes it there first and totally does his best to kick Boba in the face while shouting something about finding his own vent. And Boba may or may not attempt to bite his ankle (the world will never know) before hissing "Jedi." at Obi-Wan and clambering into the vent after Han.

The Kaminoan's come in to the vent cover on the floor and there's a moment where they and Obi-Wan just kind of stare at the open vent, soft shuffles and clangs echoing through it as the boys make their escape. And the Kamioan quietly clicks at their com and goes "the child was spotted in work room 36." before apologizing to Obi-Wan for the inconvenience and very much refusing to answer any more questions about Han.

There is no child in the vents of ba sing se oooooo

Anyways, OMEGA INTERLUDE !!!!!

Someone mentioned Han running into Omega and Omega just having no frame of reference for what the fuck any sort of "normal" child is supposed to act like.

Han is doing or saying something super out of pocket as Omega watches enraptured before finally asking if this is what all kids their age are supposed to be like. And Han is torn between going "Oh no no I'm special, I'm not like other boys, you won't find anyone like me ever ;)" and going "Oh yeah I'm so normal don't worry" but like ironically

Actually please let him assure her he's super special and one of a kind only for her to later meet Boba, or maybe one of the clones Han's taken under his wing, and have them do something very Han-like. And Omega is just standing in the corner observing like hmmm. Maybe I'm the weird one and this is just normal. (it is not)

I think one of the absolute funniest options for time travel that lands in the prequels, when it comes to someone from later on having their memories sent to their younger bodies, is specifically Boba and Han.

I want, like, eight-year-old Han conning his way to space specifically so he can hunt out eleven-year-old Boba and kick his ass.

He is not successful in kicking ass. Boba is three years older, physically, and has had extensive Mandalorian battle training. Han is a malnourished street kid who's always gotten by on his cunning, not his fists.

Last week they were both like fifty, and know that the empire is coming up and Sith are happening, and they have vague plans about that, but this Does! Not! Matter! The rivalry comes first! They are here to brawl!

(Alt is that Han shows up screeching like a hellcat on Kamino a year before AotC hits. He's six and Boba is nine, they are biting instead of any kind of proper real fight, and Jango has no idea what's going on. Apparently, this kid is staying because Boba's very, very 'nobody gets to bully him but me' about Han Solo.)

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Ok, I haven’t done this in a really long time, but uh... I’m working on some oneshots as a follow-up to A Handsome Stranger! So... six sentences. 👀

Cody finally stirred and turned over onto his back, waking slowly. Obi-Wan watched him as he went through the stages then realizing Obi-Wan wasn’t still there. He lifted his head and turned towards Obi-Wan, smiling sleepily when he finally made eye contact. 

“I thought maybe you left,” he said, rubbing his hand across his eyes. 

Obi-Wan smiled gently, “No, my dear. I wouldn’t leave without waking you.”  

Cody held out his hand. “Then come back to bed.”

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found.

Twenty Two

Pairing: Kenobi!oc x Din Djarin

Summary: Satine and Obi-wan’s daughter fought in the war against the Empire and lost her faith when she lost Mandalore. Until she found him. A lone Mandalorian searching for a Jedi.

Warnings: lil smut, fluff, parent things, not much warnings but she meets Ahsoka and it gets angsty, next few chapters will be intense

Word Count: 7.5k

A/N: next chapter is boba time and so so so sorry its been so long

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Din's hand is in mine as we fly back to Chandrila and I'm heavy with contemplation at what comes next. We have Moff Gideon to deal with, but I need to find someone who can help me in keeping him safe, who knows more than I do, and Yoda was hardly a help.

I need to find Ahsoka, in truth I don't know how Bo-Katan has managed to keep tabs on her but she has enough to know where she is. All those years through the rebellion we never met, it was as if she'd all but disappeared and has now emerged again. I'd known others, having briefly met Kanan and Ezra when Leia and I undertook a mission on Lothal and through Hera and Sabine I'd learned of their connection with her but in the chaos of war I'd never been able to find her, almost as if she never wanted to be found.

It frustrates me in those early years before the Death Star I couldn't have done more on the front lines like she did, but for the sake of Mandalore I had to operate with the same discretion as Leia had, and when it came to working with the few remaining Jedi I knew of... I couldn't give the Empire any further reasons to suspect me of being one either.

"You alright?" Din asks, noticing my quietness.

"Just thinking," I tell him. "We have Moff Gideon to deal with and I want the child to be safe and I need to know how we can train him to give him the best chance possible." In the back of my mind I debate leaving him with Luke when our journey inevitably takes us back into the moff's path, Luke has become a great Jedi but neither of us are prepared to train an individual like Grogu alone, or even Ben yet for that matter. Which is why I need someone who knew Anakin Skywalker, someone who knew an individual as powerful as they have the potential to be. "We'll get the kid and go to Ahsoka first."

He nods, trusting me. "Alright."

He heard me when I told Yoda in no uncertain words that I would marry him, he hasn't acknowledged them but I've felt something change in him since, as if he's suddenly at ease.

"It will buy us enough time for me to check with my contacts," I tell him. "Find out where Moff Gideon is and the type of strength he's got. From what we saw on Tatooine this isn't something we can handle alone which means we need to get the advantage over him in knowing what we're facing and having plans in place."

"Yes general," he says and squeezes my hand, easing me now as he tilts his helmet towards me. "Whatever the plan is, I'm behind you."

"I know," I say with a smile but say the words that have been playing on my mind. "I have officially ceded Mandalore and myself from the New Republic, of course since it was destroyed it was never officially made part of it but by association it's survivors were, the same as Alderaan. Now that politically and diplomatically all Mandalorians are under my authority not the Republics it gives us some diplomatic immunity to do whatever we need to do to kill Gideon without breaking the Galactic Concordance." 

He nods along and asks "If you don't have access to the Republic's military we'll have to look to other Mandalorians for help."

Those words certainly do not comfort me and I tell him "Let's just make sure Grogu is safe and then we'll deal with Gideon." He nods again and I continue. "That also means as long as you don't break the Republic's laws I can protect you."

"So if I killed someone-"

"The Republic can still arrest you," I tell him, knowing that would be pushing it. "It means I can handle your ship being a million years old and illegal but not breaking into Republic prisons."

"That was one time," he says but pauses before adding. "I think."

"Mmm," I say and ask "Any other crimes I should know about just in case?"

"None the Republic know about," he answers but goes silent before adding "I used to be a different person. I did bad things, I ran with some bad people, I wish I could say I didn't do some of those things willingly but I did, I- " he hesitates "Alzoc III, that was when it all changed."

"Alzoc III," I repeat, having some idea of the things that happened on that planet during the war but don't let anything cross my face. "What side were you hired to fight on?"

"The wrong one," he answers and I give a stiff nod, having expected it. "I left a member of the crew behind, he got locked up and the crew hired me again some months ago to get him out. His sister was crazy and..." he trails off and shakes his head in a way I recognise far too well. "I was a different man and made some regrettable decisions-"

He doesn't need to elaborate for me to get it and so I ask "Which was the regrettable decision, fucking her or how you left her?"

"Both," he sighs while I could almost laugh, glad I'm not the only one with romantic regrets and from the pure revulsion I feel from him I know there is no need for any jealousy. "They betrayed me on the mission to rescue him so I left them there for the Republic to deal with."

"Look at that, you are the good guy," I say, able to sense his guilt and tease to lighten his own tension. "And it's good to know I'm not the only one with a messed up ex lover."

"Oh you aren't," he assures me but he's anxious as he tells me "And you aren't the only one with a past-"

"And we'll face both of ours together," I promise him and squeeze his hand. "Your past doesn't scare me Din."

"And neither does yours," he quickly says. "But you're a good person, you're a hero, I've never been a hero."

"I love you Din Djarin," I tell him, knowing he is a hero. "I knew when I met you what you are, but I also knew that very same moment that you're a good man, a good man who's done bad things but regardless of his past chooses to be good to save others. That ner cyare, is a hero."

I feel him draw a breath at those words and he takes my face in his hands "And I love you because you make me believe it." It's as I lean in to press a kiss to his helmet his voice breaks. "I love you so much."

I'm wearing a lovestruck smile as I touch my forehead to his "And to think, if you hadn't shown up on Tatooine..." he tugs me by the waist from my chair into his lap as we enter the atmosphere of Chandrila and I remind him "We can also get arrested for having sex in my cockpit in view of the horrified inhabitants of the city."

He chuckles "It would be worth it."

And that is certainly one unexpected benefit to this new relationship of ours, the incredible mind altering sex that's already left my body sore in the sweetest way and I hold him tight in my arms, that being the one thing better than the sex. Being able to hold him and be held by a man who truly loves me, one I trust completely.

The city comes into view and I climb off his lap to fly us to my apartment, thankfully fitted with its own helepad and when we enter we find Luke training Grogu, or rather trying and failing to get the child to focus during meditation. A lost cause.

The child's eyes immediately spring open and he waddles over to us.

"We're home," I smile at the Child. "We're home Grogu."

His eyes widen at the sound of his name and he makes a surprised exclamation and much to my own surprise he leaps from the floor into my arms and I catch him, exclaiming "Look who's learned to jump!" He makes a happy sound and I smile over at Din, for just a moment wonder what it could be like to hold another child in my arms. One I grew in my own stomach to be a sibling for Grogu.

But first it is past time we saw Ahsoka, one of the last survivors of the Jedi and then we'll have a war to fight I suspect, and I need to be in fighting shape when we have Moff Gideon to kill.

For a moment I remember back to all the lengths my parents took to hide me from the Empire, training me to fight while still letting me be a child, and I know I'll be reliving that history with Grogu.

"Cyare," I say, passing Grogu to Din while Luke watches with a close lipped smile. "Take him while I talk jedi business."

He nods and happily takes Grogu away, chiming his name in awe and Luke asks me "So, you learned his name?"

"We learned his name," I tell him and then the more scandalous news. "He is Yoda's kid."

"What!" he exclaims. "How?"

"Procreation permitted for survival of species," I say and watch the disturbed look that comes to his face. "I don't want that image either but he is Yoda's."

He feels the utter rage I still harbour and gathers "So you spoke with Yoda?" I give a stiff nod. "What did you say."

"Many things," I sigh. "Grogu was his child and despite all those years on Dagobah Yoda never once searched for him." Luke grimaces. "You can imagine that I let him have it."

"Oh I can imagine," he says and asks "So now you'll seek out Ahsoka?"

All we know of her comes from those who knew her, stories Bo-Katan told me as a teenager after she encountered her again during the early days of the rebellion by chance and the very little my father could bring himself to say when he discovered through Bo that she was still alive. Although through the survivors of Spectre Cell I did learn more, namely Hera and Sabine who I worked closely with during the war and in the aftermath. 

I nod again, lost for what steps to take next, with Mandalore, with the Empire, but this one is clear. "We won't be safe until Gideon's dead and gone and Grogu needs all the help he can get."

"Find her," he says and hesitates for a moment before asking me "When you do, tell her I would like to meet her. To know someone who knew my father before he was Vader."

I nod and promise him "I can do that."

"Thank you," he says thickly and I know despite all his preaching about the code this is one attachment he still struggles with, his father.

And yet nowhere near as much as Leia.

"It would do Leia good as well," I say and he's hesitant at the thought of approaching the subject of their father with her. "It's my understanding Ahsoka was the closest thing to a daughter either of our fathers had before we came along, I think all of us could benefit from speaking to her."

He nods and agrees "So do I."

We give each other a smile and hear Din in Grogu's room talking to him.

"We know your name now kid," I hear Din telling him. "Grogu huh? I like that."

Luke sees me listening with adoration filled eyes and tells me "You've picked a good one this time."

"Yes," I agree proudly. "I really have."

"Everyone loves him," he tells me and I realised they must have had a meeting after dinner to ensure me bringing a bounty hunter home isn't a stroke of madness. "He's different that's for sure."

"He is," I say and tell Luke "I love him more than I ever loved Boba, I trust him completely."

"But are you coping with the fact Boba Fett's still out there?" he asks me, wanting to make sure I won't go on another mad hunt for him. 

"I am," I tell him, surprised by that fact. "I have Din and Grogu, everything else feels so small in comparison. My past, all of it. All I care about now is keeping them safe."

"And what then?" It takes me a moment to realise what he's referring to. "Mandalore?"

"I got up on that stage in front of those holocameras and declared myself Duchess of Mandalore," I say heavily. "There may not be a Mandalore left but there are Mandalorians. I can't call myself Duchess, I can't call myself what my mother did, if I don't fight just as hard for them."

My fathers legacy is one I easily took up, is one I easily returned to, but my mothers... that is the one that is the hardest to face.

"I know you will," he promises me, having seen me through the purge. "You fought harder than anyone else ever could have, just because you lost Mandalore doesn't mean it can't be reclaimed."

I nod slowly in contemplation and tell him "Thank you."

It's then Din comes out with the kid and asks Luke "Did you teach him to jump like that?"

Luke's almost amused as he answers "I did."

Din looks at the kid as he leaps into my arms, a proud father. "Good job Grogu!"

The kid smiles and Luke and I both share a look, easily forgetting how something so normal to us fills people like Din with such awe. 

"You ready to head to Corvus?" I ask him ready to keep moving, ready to finally meet Ahsoka Tano.

~

After a quick detour to Tatooine to pick up the Razor Crest before the Jawa's decide to take it apart we are on our way to Corvus. 

I sit back and observe as Din dotes on Grogu, a true father, and for once I'm the one to make us food while he's distracted. Almost glad for some domestic life to drown out all the blazing uncertainty of what comes after this. 

"Come on," I say lifting Grogu up after he's eaten and Din comes down below deck with me to put the kid to bed despite wanting to stay up. "No, you need to sleep."

Grogu protests I put him in his spot in the sleeping compartment while Din stands back with his arms crossed over his chest "Huh?"

"What is it?" I ask as he tilts his head inside the compartment.

"I'll have to make some adjustments," he says and looks around the ship. "I can convert one of the storage holds into a space for the kid and widen the sleeping compartment to set up a bigger cot for the both of us."

His thoughtfulness warms me deeply enough I almost become emotional. "I'd like that."

"Do you know who does Solo's renovations on the Falcon?" he asks me and I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he tells me "He said he renovated part of it into a kitchenette for his wife, not that she was too happy with that."

I laugh at that, remembering Han's poorly thought out marriage present for Leia, a kitchenette on board the Falcon. Well intended, but not quite fully thought out considering how Leia took it. "No she was not, but it's sweet the two of you are fast friends."

"I wouldn't say that-" 

"Din, sweetheart," I chuckle. "I am happy you get along so well with my family and you and Han do have lots in common."

He's confused. "How so?"

"Well, you're two people who had less than legitimate careers, flying around in antique ships until you happened across two force sensitive princesses and now have force sensitive kids," I tell him, knowing Leia and I have indeed found it quite amusing. "And I'd say it would be Peli on Tatooine although she may have questions since the last time she saw us we were pulling guns on each other and now we're asking her to widen the sleeping compartment."

"Well," he says holding me by the waist. "I want to make this feel like home for you."

I smile up at him and wrap my arms around him as I promise him "You feel like home."

He tugs me in closer, helmet tilting down as he says "Maybe we should have left the kid in the cockpit considering the cots the only place dark enough I can kiss you."

I raise an eyebrow. "There's other ways."

He takes my hand and pulls me back up into the cockpit where it's harder for the kid to escape his bed and walk in on us, we don't want to traumatise the kid more than he already is. When we reach the cockpit he sits down against the wall of it and pulls me into his lap, my fingertips running over the beskar of his chestplate as he brushes the hair back from my face. We've had each other enough times by now there should be no nervousness, but this isn't sex. This is something far more intimate than sex could ever be when he lays himself out so vulnerably, the ultimate expression of his trust in me. 

I hear the breath he releases as I kiss the inside of his wrist, lips lingering over his pounding pulse and he breathes "Close your eyes." But it's not his helmet he moves for, it's the fabric belt holding my tunic together and I smile as I realise what he's doing. Gently I feel the fabric come to cover my eyes and he asks "Is this alright?"

"Yes," I smile for him, so he can see it, feel it, and he ties the belt at the back of my head leaving me in darkness, leaving me free of one sense to feel others so much more intensely. "Now can I kiss you?"

I hear the thud of his helmet on the ground and the next moment his lips are on mine. Gentle, unsure, still getting used to the sensation. I take his face in my hands and hear the sharp breath he draws at the touch, feel the stumble beneath my fingers and kiss him slowly, wanting to love him how he's never been loved.  

"Are you alright?" I ask him gently and I feel his breath as he huffs a short but uneasy laugh.

"Very."

Sex is easy, sex is about pleasure, but this- this is trust in its purest form, bending his code as far as he'll allow himself all so he can give himself to me in the most intimate way he can.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," I tell him, I love you, I will know you forever. "Ner karta"

He kisses me before repeating the words back to me "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

And even now I can feel his lips I bring his forehead to mine, finding a peace in him I've never known before.

~

By the time Corvus comes into view I've been in his arms for hours, soaking in the pure bliss of him, but the moment we land it is pure business as we quickly realise something is not right on this planet.

We walk through the dead forest, saturated with darkness, until we reach the walls of a city.

I keep my head down with a veil wrapped around it, knowing my face would be recognised by whatever clearly ex-imperial operation they have here. From the pain I feel inside those city walls it is no wonder Ahsoka is here. 

A guard atop the wall greets us "State your business."

"We've been tracking for a few days," Din says, finding it safer to let him talk and to keep silent, inconspicious. "Looking for a layover."

"Nice armour," the man says. "You a hunter then?"

Din nods. "That's right."

"Guild?"

"Last I checked."

The corner of my lip turns up.

"And her?"

"My wife," Din says with a hand on my back and I keep my head down, smiling to myself beneath the veil at just how much I like how those words sound.

It must be good enough for them. "Open the gate."

We walk in trying not to attract attention, but that's hard with Din, the big silver Mandalorian in a place as grim as this. There's armed men with rifles on the rooftops, which says enough about the sort of place we've stepped into.

"Be careful," I warn Din, able to feel a true darkness here, and take the bag with the child in from him to hold him close incase he finds himself needing quick access to his blaster. 

He gives a silent nod and I walk beside him as he discreetly tries to question the townspeople with little avail until a man finally tells us. "Please, do not speak to them, or to any of us."

I raise a hand to quiet Din but it's too late as two armed guards stand behind us.

"The Magistrate wants to see you."

Din looks to me and I give a nod to keep walking, and as we're taken to the magistrate we pass people strapped to shock poles. Something tells me Din and I won't be leaving this settlement without a fight.

We're taken inside to the magistrate, a peaceful looking woman draped in robes with grey streaking her hair, but the energy I feel from her is anything but peaceful. My head tilts slightly as I find familiarity in her face, unable to put a name to it but knowing very well she is Imperial.

It's a strange thing, looking at a person you know will die very soon, likely by your own hand, but it is a feeling I have become quite accustomed to.

She instructs us to come forward and so we do.

"You're a Mandalorian?"

"Yes."

"And who are you?" she asks me and I feel a sharp protectiveness from Din.

I keep my head down, playing the obediently quiet woman. "His wife."

"That was not what I asked," she says and asks me one more time. "Who are you?"

"Tala, a native of Tatooine," I tell her, not elaborating and she doesn't ask further but still keeps an eye on me and I on her, indeed finding her face familiar. Although I am unable to place it, everything about her and this town indeed confirms to me this is an Imperial operation run by another officer scraping the bottom of the barrel for some control over another unfortunate population.

"I have a proposition that may interest you, Mandalorian."

"My price is high," Din replies, wanting to get straight to finding Ahsoka as much as I do, wondering if coming to this town was a mistake.

"This target is priceless," she says, piquing our interest. "A Jedi plagues me." 

Perhaps not a mistake after all. 

"That's a difficult task," Din says.

"But one my husband will do for the right price," I intervene, wanting to know where Ahsoka is.

"The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore," she says and I can feel Din's eyes on me. "But you would know this."

An Imperial who knows more of the Jedi than most.

"Like I said, my price is high."

And so she brings forward a spear, one I immediately realise is pure Beskar. 

"What do you make of this?"

Din steps forward to examine it, coming to the same conclusion as I do.

"Kill the Jedi, and it is yours," she promises, reeking of the Empire and I know I'll enjoy killing her. 

"Where do I find this Jedi?" Din asks upon returning it to her.

~

We walk back through the town, silent as we are escorted out while I'm formulating plans for liberating the town and killing the Imperials. But first we must find Ahsoka. 

But just as we pass through the walls the man escorting us says to Din "You should leave your woman here. We'll take good care of her."

Again I feel that sharp protectiveness but something far more primal than before as he roughly reaches for my waist so he doesn't reach for a blaster and it takes him a moment to calm himself enough before saying "She comes with me."

But the men exchange a glance before trying their luck "Are you-"

I immediately take Din's hand before he can reach a weapon and he leaves no room for argument as he repeats "She comes with me." The men certainly do not try to argue, it's not until we are out of ear shot he finally speaks "When can I kill them?"

"Soon," I promise him. "You get to kill them and I get to kill the magistrate."

He nods and asks me "Imperials?"

"Yes," I answer. "We aren't leaving until the town is liberated."

"Wasn't planning on it," he assures me as we venture deeper into the wasteland of a forest and I remove my veil and put it into the bag holding Grogu before passing him back to Din as I feel a presence. "What is it?"

And it's only a moment later when a blur jumps down upon us and my saber meets hers. The sight of another Jedi is enough to throw her off her attack and I look into the shocked eyes of Ahsoka Tano.

"Ahsoka, my name is Kyra," I tell her, but she still does not trust me. "Kyra Kenobi."

She lowers her sabers, eyeing me in disbelief. "Kenobi?" There's a sadness in her eye as she says "You're Obi-Wan's daughter." She withdraws her sabers and takes me in with a sadness before remarking "You take after him." She looks past me to Grogu and sighs in realisation. "Bo-Katan told you where I was, didn't she?"

Bo-Katan was the one who found Ahsoka during the rebellion, who told my father of her survival before Bail ever dared tell him that Ahsoka worked for the rebellion. I know my father looked for her but he was never able to find her before he was killed. There was always a sadness in his eye at the mention of her, he told me she was the padawan of Anakin Skywalker and the rest I pieced together after the war.

"My father looked for you before the war," I tell her and she blinks at me in surprise, and almost pain. "I don't know how Bo-Katan found you but I know who you are and I need your help. This child needs your help."

"You know who I was," she corrects and steps past me towards Din, looking at Grogu in his arms and back to me. "I heard about all you did during the war from mutual friends of ours, how you fought for Mandalore as a Mandalorian, I'd assumed you'd given up the Jedi way."

"My father did, and so did I for a long time," I confess to her. "But this child has come into my care and he needs me because the Empire- or what's left of them- they won't give up looking for him." She's hesitant and I continue "I know you fought the Inquisitors and Empire before the war broke out, and I know you and my father meant something to each other before the Empire took over so I am asking you to please help me. If not for him, or even for Bo-Katan, then because it is your duty to help this child."

"Your father was a second master to me," she tells me and quietly says "At the end we fought because of a decision the council had made, but he was better than the rest of them, and I am sorry for how he died. Bo-Katan, she told me he was killed by Vader."

"I saw it," I tell her, the wound after all these years still wide open. "I loved him more than anything and he died saving us, Anakin's children and I. He spent my entire life trying to right his wrongs, to take care of Anakin's children and myself." Her eyes sadden before they widen. "His children are good Ahsoka, they are everything he could have been."

"Children?" she asks and I still. "There is more than one?"

"Luke and Leia," I tell her and watch something in her eyes change at Leia's name. "Princess Leia Organa."

"Bail's daughter," she sighs in realisation. "I should have known." But it's then a horror dawns on her "Alderaan-"

"Vader tortured her and then made her watch," I say and she shuts her eyes in pain. "Her own father tortured her and destroyed everything she ever knew and loved. Luke may have forgiven him, but not Leia."

"Anakin," I hear her whisper, shaking her head and she laments. "I should have come searching for them, but I- I knew it would only put them in danger. It wasn't until I heard that Luke Skywalker blew up the death star I realised the truth. I was at their mothers funeral ... she still looked pregnant but it seems that was on purpose." Sadly she looks at me and says "Your mother was there as well, I felt she was pregnant but I could never have imagined Obi-Wan was the father. He always obeyed the code, but it seems even he wasn't perfect."

"He didn't know until after I was born my mother was pregnant," I say quietly. "He'd gone into hiding after Order 66. He took Luke to Anakin's step family on Tatooine and Leia... well Bail Organa adopted her. I'd known her and loved her as a sister since we were ten years old, we became family after our parents died, and yet I never knew the truth until the end of the war." 

"Well," she says, finding a light in this. "I know your fathers and nothing would have made them happier to know that you're family."

"Leia has a son, named Ben after my father." I see something in her eyes, a remorse, guilt almost, that she was not there for it and look at Grogu in Din's arms. "Ahsoka we really need your help, and so do Luke and Leia. The Empire will stop at nothing to get their hands on my padawan, my foundling, and I just know they'll come for Ben as well."

She nods slowly and tells me "I'll see what I can do."

~

Din and I sit watching her as she gets into Grogu's head, convening with him in a way I haven't been able to. I'm watching with an understanding of what is happening, but Din is just confused.

He leans over to me and whispers "What is she doing?"

I hush him. "Be patient."

Finally she brings him back over to us, both of us noticing how Grogu seems to be speaking with her and realise how much may still be lacking in my own training. 

"Do you understand him?" I ask her, able to connect with him on some level but it's been so long since I've been as deeply connected with the force as she is.

"In a way," she replies. "Grogu and I can feel each other's thoughts."

"We went to the temple on Coruscant, searching through the database for him and found he was Yoda's," I say and she seems scandalised, a little disturbed as well, but then surprised. 

"You met Yoda, I thought he died during Order 66?"

"Luke and I went searching for him on my fathers advice," I tell her and smile at the memory. "As soon as he heard the names Kenobi and Skywalker he started swatting us off like insects with a stick." 

The thought of that makes her laugh. "He would. Your father, Anakin and I, we were quite the disaster lineage. Anakin was my master but in a way he was more like a big brother, your father was the responsible one but even he wasn't immune to causing a little chaos."

"That does sound like him," I smile fondly. "He raised me first as his daughter, and second as a Jedi, mostly for my own protection. So when I learned Yoda just abandoned Grogu well- as it would seem Yoda's force ghost is still quite alive and it wasn't pretty for him."

"I don't doubt that," she tells me, understanding me in a way that's uncomfortable. "You have your mother's passion for justice, and your aunt's anger, but your father's strife of being left with a padawan who is unique and hunted in so many ways. He was left to raise a child with exceptional strength in the force, and it seems that legacy carries onto you now. Can he still wield the force?"

"Yes," I answer, looking at him. "When we try to get him to do it on command he's just like a child who wants to play, but the moment he or us are in danger his command of the force is unlike anything I've ever seen. It seems to come out most when he is afraid."

She nods. "That would make sense. He has had to survive for a long time, and hiding his abilities would have been a great part of that as you would know."

Din finally speaks. "I was tasked to bring him to a Jedi, and I found Kyra. Since then we've been running from Moff Gideon, trying to find someone who knows more about how to help him than we do. He needs your help."

Ahsoka's face is heavy as she contemplates this, before finally deciding. "Let him sleep, I'll test him in the morning."

~

Come morning I stand with Ahsoka, Din sits nearby listening, not having gotten much sleep. Stressing about Grogu being assessed despite reassuring him he'll be fine.

"So, you trained Anakin's children?" Ahsoka inquires.

"I trained Luke after my father was killed, I was just nineteen. Half the time I had no idea what I was doing, let alone if I was doing it right but somehow I didn't mess up as badly as I thought I would," I tell her and somehow I know as she looks upon me she sees my father and I wonder if he once said similar words about Anakain. "After the war I trained Leia, she was a better student than Luke much to his surprise. I suppose that while Luke was gentle she had a real fire in her, she had from the day I met her but she elected to go into politics."

"Just like her mother," she remembers, we have learned who Padmé Amidala was but know little of her. "They'd be so proud of them both." I smile to myself as she takes Grogu. "Let's see what knowledge is lurking inside that little mind."

Din's been letting me handle everything without having much to say, but I can feel that he's nervous as he comes to stand by my side.

"It's fine cyare," I promise him, squeezing his hand as Ahsoka walks away with Grogu and sets him down. "There's no need to worry."

We watch as Ahsoka floats a rock to Grogu and he happily catches it. "Now return the stone to me Grogu."

"He doesn't understand," Din says, still fretting.

"He does," Ahsoka and I both say and I tell Grogu. "It's okay, you can give her the stone, it's safe. Just like what you were doing with Uncle Luke."

He still whines a little and drops the stone, Din sighs like a dad watching his child being assessed at school and I give him a look to stop freaking out since it's only putting pressure on the kid.

Ahsoka tells Din "He's hidden his abilities to survive over the years as Kyra has, it will take some time for him to feel safe using them." She looks back at Grogu. "Let's try something else, come over here."

Din nods for Grogu to go but he doesn't move. "He's stubborn."

"Not him," Ahsoka says to Din. "You. I want to see if he'll listen to you."

I nod to Din to do what she says and he agrees but not without comment. "That would be a first."

"I like firsts," Ahsoka remarks. "Good or bad they're always memorable."

I watch in amusement as Din tries to get Grogu to take the stone and gets frustrated when he doesn't, throwing the stone aside. "See, I told you he was stubborn."

"Give him the ball," I tell Din, looking at his pocket. "You know how much he loves that ball."

Din sighs and pulls it out, holding it between his fingers. "Alright kid, one more time, take the ball. Come on, you can have it."

I'm smiling as Grogu uses the force to take the ball and Din erupts in celebration. "Good job! Good job kid!" Din walks over to Grogu, bending down in front of him. "That's right, I knew you could do it. Very good."

"He's formed a strong attachment to you," Ahsoka notes, although the emotions with that are hard to read. "To both of you. He sees you as his parents."

"We are," I say proudly. "I was raised by a Jedi and a Mandalorian. I don't see any reason why he can't be as well."

"Remember Kyra, you are the exception, not the rule," she warns and my body stiffens, having not been reprimanded for such a thing since Yoda. "I know better than anyone what attachment can do to a Jedi."

My voice is harsh. "Not anyone. I would know having been the victim of it too many times," I tell her and she feels it, the sharp pain those memories of loss and torture bring but I stand my ground. "But that is only when you let that attachment turn to fear, possession, anger. My parents loved me dearly, and I loved them. Yes losing them drove me half mad but not to the darkness, my father raised me better than that."

"He raised Anakin better than that as well," Ahsoka reminds me and I become defensive. "But look what love did to him. You have fought many battles but you are still young, do not think yourself and the child immune to it."

"Yes, love can be a cruel thing," I say knowing it well. "The closest I ever danced with the dark side was because of love and I left him for dead." I can't look at Din but Ahsoka can feel it, the anger of my mothers side buried within me. "But that was many years ago, I know where I stand with the force, the darkness does not tempt me and we will raise Grogu how my father and mother raised me."

"Then I wish you well," she decides, knowing this is a battle she cannot win. "But I cannot help you if this is the path you wish to take."

"What?" Din exclaims. "Why not?"

Ahsoka looks at me. "She knows why."

And so I speak up and remind him. "It is common Jedi belief that attachment is forbidden, any sort of love, familial, platonic or otherwise." There's a bite in my voice as I remember what Bo-Katan told me, the reason I came to Ahsoka. "But considering you turned your back on the Jedi Order I thought you would know better than that."

"And this is what I mean," she says approaching me. "There is anger in you, and fear in Grogu. And that fear can lead to-"

"Lead to what?" I ask her, that anger certainly surfacing. "He's a child, what can he do? There are no Sith for him to join, there's no Palpatine, just bad men who want to harvest his midichlorians for some sick experiment!" Din starts to step between us but I swat him away. "I came here because I thought you would know that the code isn't always right."

She crosses her arms over her chest "I do know that."

"I thought you would help us while leaving me to raise him and train him because I've trained both children of Anakin Skywalker, the two people who had every reason to turn to the darkside, and they turned out great!" My next words are crueller than I intend. "You didn't, you never even came looking for any of us once so don't lecture me on the darkside when I am trying to protect Grogu and Leia's son from it and you are just sitting here hiding like all the rest!"

She just nods, not wanting to fight with me and turns her back on us, walking away. "This was a mistake, you should leave and I should get back to the village."

I'm willing to let her but it's Din who calls out "The magistrate sent me to kill you." She stills and looks back at us. "I didn't agree to anything, and I'll help you with your problem if you just help us protect Grogu."

I avert my gaze, leaving this mess to Din and she agrees while I take Grogu and walk away, hearing Din giving her the briefing on the situation but I keep going until I can no longer hear them and hold Grogu in my arms.

"I won't fail you," I promise him. "Not like all the others did. My father, he taught me better than that." 

I look at him, unable to believe this child could ever become what Vader did and kiss his little head as I hold him close, standing there like that until Din finds me.

"Are you ready to kill the magistrate?"

I give a single nod and ask "What's the plan?"

~

And so I play the bait, running in supposed fear to the city, putting on my best act.

"The Jedi! The Jedi's here!"

They let me in, sobbing with fake tears.

"Where is the Jedi!"

"Out there!" I gasp out and beg "Please let me see the magistrate, my husband- he's dead!"

They guide me through the town, bringing me straight to the magistrate while Ahsoka and Din wait to attack inside the city walls.

"Magistrate, the Mandalorian's wife."

They bring me in and leave me with her, just a few guards with us and I know this will be easy.

"Did she kill your husband?" she asks, feigning empathy.

"She told me something," I begin, my veil covering my face. "That you worked with the Empire to destroy and pillage worlds."

She stiffens. "Did she now?"

"My own world, was destroyed and pillaged by the Empire for its beskar." I pull back my veil and show my face to her. "Funny that you have the spoils of Mandalore's destruction right there in your hand, and a Jedi standing right in front of you."

She holds the spear tight, knowing who I am. "Kyra Kryze."

I ignite my saber and ask her "Tell me, do you still work with Moff Gideon?" She doesn't answer and I just laugh. "Oh it is funny, because while he's been trying to hunt us down here we are, and it only seems fair I leave him a little message."

Now she seems amused. "You're going to kill me?" It's then we hear the shooting start in the city and her eyes widen in realisation. "The Jedi and the Mandalorian-"

"The Jedi are the ancient enemy of Mandalore but it seems I'm both," I tell her, knowing she isn't walking out of here alive as the guards raise their blasters. "Fire away."

The blasters ring out only for me to deflect them right back at the guards, each of them falling to the ground. And that's when the duel begins.

And perhaps it is wrong the anger I channel with each swing, the grief with each manoeuvre, everything a Jedi should never do. But in its strength is my discipline with those emotions, wielding them as I wield the force, never letting it lose control, but using it with discipline and finally with releasing them when the Magistrate falls and I leave her breathing for Ahsoka to get whatever information she may need but she will never rise again. 

And so as I emerge and lay eyes on Din and Ahsoka I raise the beskar spear.

Victorious.

~

As dawn rises we stand outside the city walls, listening to the celebration within. Din having reluctantly accepted the Beskar Spear as it will be of more use to him than me.

"I suppose you'll be leaving now," Ahsoka says and can feel the weight on her shoulders.

"We will be," I say, not prepared to leave yet. "We won't be safe however until Moff Gideon is dead."

"Perhaps there is something I can do to help you," she says and tells us. "Take Grogu to the planet Tython, there you will find the ancient ruins of a temple that has a strong connection to the force. Place Grogu on the seeing stop on the top of the mountain and from there you can gain a deeper understanding of him, and how to best raise him with the path he wishes to take."

I nod in respect. "Thank you Ahsoka." I'm about to leave but turn back to her. "Luke and Leia would like to meet you, to learn from someone who knew who their father was before Vader."

She's conflicted, but nods. "I will see what I can do." She steps forward and slowly raises a hand to my face and tells me "You look so much like him." She gives me a sad smile. "You have so much of his heart as well." Out of the corner I see Din taking Grogu to the ship and Ahsoka leans in to tell me. "Your father, he would like him."

I smile to myself. "He would."

Something in her softens as she says "And he would be proud of you, proud of the path you are taking."

I nod, suddenly emotional. "Thank you, Ahsoka."

I look forward towards the Razor Crest, to where Din stands waiting and holding Grogu in his arm, and know he would be.

But before I can leave she stops me "Wait." I look back and feel the pain before I see it as she asks "How did Vader really die?"

I stood there on the platform, the Emperor dead by Vaders hands. Luke knelt before his father, but all I could see when I looked at the man before me was Vader, not Anakin Skywalker.

"Luke, help me take this mask off."

Luke saw none of Vader, only his father.

"But you'll die."

"Nothing can stop that now."

It was then Vader looked at me, the daughter of his brother who he'd broken time and time again, who had taken her parents and home from her, who stood there to see his demise.

"When I see your father," he began, dying. "I'll beg his forgiveness for the things I have done."

It was not my fathers he would have to beg for.

"You'll be begging for mine and your daughters forgiveness until there is nothing but star dust left in galaxy."

And so I left Luke to mourn his father alone, for I had no forgiveness to give. 

"He killed the Emperor," I tell her and watch her eyes widen. "But not without all but killing himself trying. Luke and I, we were there." I could tell her all the awful things he had done, to me, to Luke, to Leia, but instead I tell her as my father would have wanted. "He turned to the light before he died."

And yet those words only put her in further pain for she knows all he did and despite it all I don't know if she can truly forgive him either but when she meets Luke and Leia, she'll know he left some good in the galaxy.

But she is still a Jedi and looks upon me as she says "I am sorry for everything he took from you." She then treads carefully "I know the things Bo-Katan said to you after the purge, but she is the only family you have. Believe that when you have need of her, she will come."

I give a stiff nod and tell her "Just please, go to Luke and Leia. You will find him on Ossus. Luke has forgiven his father, but I dare say Anakin will have to beg for Leia's forgiveness until she joins him on the other side but... perhaps you could help her find peace."

She gives me a nod and says "I will try." She debates her next words. "The Magistrate, she worked with Grand Admiral Thrawn, it's why I came here."

I blink at her. "Thrawn disappeared years ago with..."

"Ezra Bridger," she finishes. "You were the same age as him yes?" 

I give a stiff nod. "I had only met him along with Kana a handful of times during my work in the early years of the Rebellion but Sabine was my second in charge during the war so I've heard many stories."

"Then we may just call on you," she tells me and extends her hand to me. "May the force be with you Kyra Kenobi."

"And with you," I say and leave her to return to Din and Grogu, knowing now where our next destination is and yet... I feel a pit in my stomach at the thought of what may come.

[raleighrador]

"He didn't lie because later on he filled in some of the missing pieces" - that isn't how the truth works? If I lie to you today, and then tell the truth tomorrow, I still lied today. Lies of omission are still lies - subsequently offering the information doesn't undo the initial deliberate omission. Also if you are talking about "filling in" the pieces about Leia... mixed honestly. Obi-Wan confirms "the other" is Luke's sister, but Luke works out it is Leia on his own. "He never manipulated"? Genuinely, all love and I am glad you get what you want from these movies, but it feels like we watched completely different films. Obi-Wan (and Yoda) very clearly seek to manipulate Luke. They give him just enough information to establish a conflict with Vader, and a justification for Luke to confront and kill him, while withholding clearly relavent information that would change Luke's mind.

The literal dialogue in ROTJ when Luke asks Yoda (source is https://imsdb.com/scripts/Star-Wars-Return-of-the-Jedi.html)

LUKE Master Yoda... is Darth Vader my father?

Yoda's eyes are full of weariness and compassion. An odd, sad smile creases his face. He turns painfully on his side, away from Luke.

YODA Mmm... rest I need. Yes... rest. Luke watches him, each moment an eternity.

LUKE Yoda, I must know.

YODA Your father he is.

Luke reacts as if cut.

YODA Told you, did he?

LUKE Yes.

A new look of concern crosses Yoda's face. He closes his eyes.

YODA Unexpected this is, and unfortunate...

LUKE Unfortunate that I know the truth?

Yoda opens his eyes again and studies the youth.

YODA (gathering all his strength) No. Unfortunate that you rushed to face him... that incomplete was your training. Not ready for the burden were you.

LUKE Well, I'm sorry.

Even if you think Yoda did it out of justified and well meaning concern, he still deliberately withheld information in order to guide Luke's. The benevolence (which I doubt) doesn't make it not a manipulation. It is equally clear with Obi-Wan. Same source as above: LUKE Obi-Wan! Why didn't you tell me?

The ghost of Ben Kenobi approaches him through the swamp.

LUKE You told me Vader betrayed and murdered my father.

BEN You father was seduced by the dark side of the Force. He ceased to be Anakin Skywalker and became Darth Vader. When that happened, the good man who was your father was destroyed. So what I have told you was true... from a certain point of view.

LUKE (turning away, derisive) A certain point of view!

BEN Luke, you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.

Luke is unresponsive. Ben studies him in silence for a moment.

BEN I don't blame you for being angry. If I was wrong in what I did, it certainly wouldn't have been for the first time. You see, what happened to your father was my fault.

Obi-Wan himself doesn't even put much effort into defending the fact that he lied. Luke certainly doesn't accept the "certain point of view" spiel. Obviously I cannot control how other people interpret a text but it also feels obviously clear to me that the audience is supposed to clearly believe Obi-Wan lied. He doesn't deny it, Luke doesn't accept his explanation, and we have the films themselves - we have seen the truth of who Vader is, we can compare it to all the times Yoda and Obi-Wan could have and chose not to tell Luke etc.

He didn't "stretch the truth" he quite literally lied. "A young jedi named Darth Vader, a former student of mine, betrayed and murdered your father". That is quite literally not what happened, Obi-Wan knows that isn't what happened, and he says it anyway. Words mean things! "He didn't want to put to put a lot on the boys shoulders" - again, but what? He literally immediately hits him with "here is lightsaber, you need to become a Jedi, come with right away to rescue the princess"? At what point did he ever make it seem like he wanted Luke to take it easy? That just isn't what happened. "He knew Luke wouldn't believe him so overall he didn't lie" once again, not how lying works. It doesn't matter what someone will or won't believe, that doesn't change the truth. Additionally, he clearly thought Luke was ready to believe that his father was a Jedi, old Ben is a famous general and all sorts of other big claims so he clearly believes Luke IS ready to believe a lot.

"He gave a stretch of the truth to the point that would lead of Luke of wanting to know where his heritage was coming from". Again, he lied. If I tell you someone murdered your dad when in fact your dad is alive (and is actually the person I claimed was the murderer) that is just a lie. The secondary idea here that he deliberately told Luke enough to pique his curiosity because he wanted Luke to learn the truth... It just didn't happen. in ANH, in Ben's house, Luke's face LIGHTS up when he realises Ben knew his father, he clearly wants to know more and Ben doesn't encourage that AT ALL. He gives him 3 details, then "confirms" Anakin is dead, then gives Luke the lightsaber to change the conversation. As per the script extracts above Ben and Yoda deliberately tried to prevent Luke from learning who his father is. Again, all love, take what you want from these movies, but at least acknowledge what happens on screen.

Luke already wanted to fight along with the rebels... no? Again, I am sorry, but if anything the exact opposite. Luke wanted to go to the IMPERIAL ACADEMY. He goes on to say he hates the Empire but clearly doesn't see fighting them as his issue or plan. He wants off the farm to go to the academy, to become a pilot, but not once does he say he wants to be a member of an armed insurgency. He explicitly tells Obi-Wan he can't go because he needs to get home.

He is just a kid who wants to go to flight school. "So even if Obi didn't do what he did one way or another he would have found out"... yes exactly. If Obi-Wan didn't lie, Luke would probably have found out sooner. That was the entire point of the lie.

The whole thing re Owen... ok and? Even if Owen was lying to Luke, that doesn't mean Obi-Wan wasn't. Crucially, Owen is himself a victim of Obi-Wan's lies. Owen believes Anakin is actually dead, and that he died because he was a Jedi. He is worried Luke will become a Jedi (and die) because of Obi-Wan. He doesn't know Anakin is alive. They are not at all equivalent.

In terms of the Kenobi series showing Obi-Wan never manipulated Luke... how so? Obi-Wan basically doesn't interact with Luke through the course of the show? He does spend a lot of time with Leia, lying to her face and refusing to tell her the truth, but he has no real interactions with Luke?

His interactions with Leia are actually interesting in contrast with his interactions with Luke in the OT. He is more open about the fact that he isn't telling Leia the truth, and it is made clear why he isn't/can't tell her.

None of that is true in the OT - he makes no effort to say "Luke, it is complex, but I can't tell you". He just lies.

That is because - IMO - the Kenobi show is less a story with narrative purpose and more an exercise in fan service because people love Ewan Macgregor and Obi-Wan. That is fine, but an entire show basically dedicated to rehabilitating Obi-Wan and make his fans happy is of very limited value.

However, it then begs the question of (if we are to accept the Kenobi series betrayal) why was he relatively more open with Leia than Luke?

The answer - as far as I can tell - is because he wasn't trying to manipulate Leia, he wasn't trying to train her up and launch her on a suicide mission, he didn't need her angry and focused on killing Vader.

He DOES talk to Owen to try and convince Owen that it is time for Luke to be trained - so if anything the show confirms that from very early on Obi-Wan was angling for Luke to become a Jedi (and we later find out that the whole point of Luke's training, from Obi-Wan and Yoda's perspective, was confronting Vader).

I will grant that the series doesn't show Obi-Wan explicitly manipulating Luke but only because he barely interacts with him. It certainly doesn't rule the manipulation out. It also shows us that Obi-Wan wanted Luke trained up to be a warrior to launch at Vader from when Luke was a child.

Over all Obi didn't technically at all lie to Luke sure he left out a few details but how else would he have to say that "oh btw your father is alive but is working with the enemy of the galaxy and the girl who is calling for help is your long lost twin and your mother was a ruler a politician and by extent you and your sister is royalty" to a child who thought he didn't have any relatives left in the galaxy

It's a lot to sink in

[sushiburritonoms]

Hello There

I’m a bipoc fan with anxiety that mainly identifies as old and tired. I write really long things sometimes. I'm also slow as fuck. Sorry about that.

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Fics

Escape the Night/Game Theory

Matthew Patrick's Home for Imaginary Friends and Biblical Abominations (gen, comedy)

Stephanie Patrick has made a lot of adjustments and sacrifices ever since her husband came back from Everlock. After losing her good friend Rosanna and almost losing him, she vowed to ‘yes, and’ her husband in all his projects–including the supernatural ones. But six years later, Matthew and Nikita achieve the impossible and bring Joey Graceffa back from Pandora’s Box. However, Matt also accidentally inherits ALL the evil in the box....including the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Basically a fusion of Game Theory lore and ETN, featuring Stephanie, Jason, Tom, Lee, Santi, Amy, Mirror Matt, Ash, and a ton of other Theorist cameos and easter eggs. Its the new channel hosts as the Four Horsemen; this will NOT make sense if you don't follow the Theorist channels.

Status: Complete

Escape the Night

Don't Let Me Down (explicit for sexual violence, attempted non con, Matt/Manny, Matt/Joey, Matt/Manny/Joey and Matt/Lucy (non con))

AU of Season 3, episode 9. What if Matt was the one put into the Collar of Control instead of Nikita? What if Lucy turned all her sexual frustration on her male captive instead of Mortimer? How would Manny and Joey, who are attracted to the poor Detective, react?

And finally, what if there was a way for all four of the final survivors to survive?

Status: Complete!

STAR WARS (OT, Mandalorian)

DIN/LUKE

The Father the Son and the Exile (Mature for violence only, slow burn Din/Luke, canon Han/Leia)

It is my reimagining of the some of the themes and plots from the Sequel trilogy as if they happened to a young post ROTJ Luke Skywalker.  The premise is what if Luke received Force visions of Ben turning to the Dark Side when he was just a baby and what if the First Order/Empire was just a little more competent and forced Luke to isolate himself several decades sooner than in canon. 

Status: Complete! 

Last to Know, First to Judge (Gen, Din/Luke, Han/Leia)

A comedy fic about Han’s reaction to being the last to find out about his brother-in-law’s relationship with a damn Mandalorian.  Totally not canon to anything else I write.

Status: Complete!

Sacred Texts (Modern AU, Mature, Din/Luke, minor Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

Luke Skywalker is the beloved Children’s Librarian at Jedha Public. He is overworked, underpaid, underestimated, and utterly adrift in the post military life he’s created in Arizona. The work is important and the children he works with are well meaning chaotic demons, but at night the stars and the empty desert landscape remind him of the former life he misses and the parts of himself he’s still waiting to discover.

But maybe that will change now that there’s a new family in town.

Status: WIP/ probably dead sorry

BOBA/DIN/LUKE

A Thousand Prayers for the Dead (Explicit for threesome sex, Boba/Din/Luke)

It is Boba and Din’s first Night of the Three Winds, a Tatooine festival meant for honoring one’s dead ancestors, and it’s another day of Luke avoiding Boba and the strange magnetism that exists between them. When Din is around, the three of them are able to exist in some sort of equilibrium, but the moment he’s gone Boba and Luke find themselves caught in a powerful push and pull of desire and abstinence. But maybe on the night when the spirits are said to visit the living, they can come to some sort of agreement.

Status: Complete

Short Tumblr Fics and Drabbles

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Responses to an AU Fic List

28. Knocking on the wrong door (Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan)

38.cop/person getting a speeding ticket au (Din/Luke)

30: tourist/knowledgeable local au (Din/Luke)

19. parents meeting when they take their kids to class au (Din/Luke)

15: meeting in the E.R/A&E au (Din/Luke/Boba)

40: Soul destroying exes meeting again after not speaking for years au (Din/Luke)

25: Library/Avid Reader AU Part I (Din/Luke)

Library AU part II (Din/Luke, Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon)

Misc 

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[beck-a-leck]

Oh oh I wanna hear some Wells of Silence, please!

Okay!

Forgive me if I go a bit off the rails. I think the last post I made talking about Wells, I was actually talking about a spinoff piece I am working on for the Obi-Wan show. BUT to cover all my bases, I will talk about both.

(This might get long and there will be Obi-Wan Kenobi spoilers, so I'm placing the rambling under a cut)

Okay So. Wells of Silence.

That is a canon-compliant star wars fic I wrote a few years back featuring female Anakin and male Padme to see how much might change to canon while still ending in the same place as canon. So Anakin was the one who ended up pregnant with the twins and it changes so many things. The fic starts with the discovery of her pregnancy during the late days of the clone wars, goes through how the Jedi and Anakin and Padme handled things (spoilers. Lies are told and secrets kept that make things even more stressful for all involved), the birth of the twins, the inevitable outing Anakin and Padme's secret marriage, and builds up to and goes through the events of Revenge of the Sith.

It is canon compliant, the story ends as canon does, with just a few changes reflecting the AU's canon.

You can read it on AO3!

And here's a little snippet from the first chapter

Despite the heaviness in her body and the soothing presence, Anakin was beginning to feel a growing sense of dread. This was wrong; the soft presence, the gentle administrations, the poking and prodding. She wasn’t supposed to be here… but where was here? Her brain struggled sluggishly to put the pieces together. The hands returned and wrapped something sticky around Anakin’s left elbow. Anakin forced her eyes to open; they resisted. Then the hands moved and began pulling at her shirt. Anakin panicked. Her right hand flashed up, grabbing an intruding hand by the wrist. Her eyes shot open, she was instantly assaulted by bright white light. “Calm down, Skywalker. You’re alright; you’re in the infirmary.” Anakin blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the light. She focused on the gentle face of Stass Allie. “What happened?” she asked, releasing the healer’s hand. To her immense relief, Allie took a step back from the bedside. “You collapsed after the Outer Rim meeting, do you remember?” It took a moment for the memory to come back to Anakin. “Yes, I remember.” “Good. You’re severely dehydrated and your blood sugar is incredibly low; when you stood up too quickly your blood pressure tanked. I don’t know where you were off to in such a hurry, but you barely made it out the door.” The healer frowned at Anakin. “Obi-Wan said you had been feeling ill for a while. If you were sick you should have come to a healer.” Anakin knew exactly why she didn’t go to a healer, but she wasn’t about to tell Allie that. She rubbed at her temples, settling for a half truth. “I’ve had a migraine for the last few days. I thought it would go away on its own, but it hasn't. I was actually going to come for something later.”

Wells of Silence has also inspired several extras and spinoffs and AUs of an AU, which I have collected into a series on AO3. The latest in that series has been inspired by the Obi-Wan Kenobi show, in which I am taking certain select scenes from the show and writing them as they would play out within the Wells of Silence universe.

This piece is called Echos - Obi-Wan Kenobi (i have another Echos piece that included deleted scenes and post-Wells content for the AU. Including the OT movies.)

As episodes of the show air, I'm going to keep posting new chapters when there are things I think would play out slightly differently (or I just love the angst)

Like this scene

"I heard Jedi could make things float. Can you make me float?" "What?" Ben nearly stopped in his tracks, looking back at the girl trailing in his wake. Long brown hair, deep brown eyes. Not blonde and blue. But those words from the Princess as she pretended to balance across a crack in the pavement had thrown him over twenty years back to the past. That had been one of the first things Anakin had asked to learn when they returned to the Temple after Naboo. Anakin quietly and hungrily watches some older padawans practicing catching and throwing each other over the pools while Obi-Wan schedules some swim lessons for the desert dweller. Laughter and shouts echo around the pools as a padawan, who expected to be assisted over the wide stretch of water freezes in mid-air while her teammates coordinate to keep her airborne. Laughing and kicking uselessly in the air, she tells her friends to let her down, only to realize her mistake a half second later when they let her plunge into the water. Anakin wants to float, wants to fly. She’s had a taste of escaping gravity and now she can’t get enough. As they turn to leave, she hurries to Obi-Wan’s side, tugs at his sleeve, and points to the padawans. “Can you teach me that? Can you make me float too?” Obi-Wan smiles and ruffles her hair. “Learn to swim first, Anakin, and I’ll toss you into the pool as many times as you want.” “Make me float.” And he was brought back to the present, staring at that determined face. A child daring Ben to prove himself and give into demands. Fortunately, Ben had many years of practice resisting dares of that manner. “No.”

[alj4890]

May the Fourth Be With You Drabble

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a And Then I Met You Drabble.

A/N I am a big, we're talking huge, Star Wars dork. I also love the books by Jeffrey Brown showing Darth Vader as a father to little Luke and Leia. Since Thomas and Amanda have a set of fraternal twins after their daughter, Kathleen, in this AU; this idea came to me today.

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May The Fourth

Every few minutes there was some type of pounding of footsteps running past or squeals. An occasional argument could be detected, yet mercifully Thomas couldn't make out the words.

Of all the days, why had Amanda agreed to host a playdate between their three children and Addison and Matt's brood of five?

He tried once more to focus his attention on a potential screenplay he had been given. There were some scenes that he had difficulty picturing as the voices beyond his study door rose and fell like the tide.

He jumped when his door was thrown open and his son, Ian, burst in. Out of breath, the little four year old quickly shut the door and pressed his body to it.

"Ian, I thought I told you I didn't want to be disturbed." Thomas reminded him. "When that door is shut, it means I am working."

"Sorry." Ian whispered. "But it's May the fourth!"

Thomas merely blinked. "And?"

"And they're after me because I'm your son!" Ian gleefully explained.

"Who--"

Kathleen poked her head inside. "There you are! Hurry! We found a way past the guards!"

"Coming!" Ian dashed after his older sister.

Thomas softly groaned and shut his door once more.

Just as he was deep within another scene, he was startled by his youngest child peeping over his arm.

Four year old Elizabeth' s eyes narrowed at the paper in his hand. "Are those the plans?"

"Elizabeth," Thomas muttered. "Go play with your siblings and friends."

He made the mistake of looking at her face. Her big hazel eyes, so like her mother's, were filled with sadness when she turned toward him.

"But Daddy, it's May the Fourth!" She pointed at her hair made up with two small buns at her ears and the white nightgown she was wearing. "It's your turn!"

"Turn for what?"

"To be in the story!" Elizabeth took his hand and tugged. "Come on, Daddy!"

"I am working." He reminded her. "When I finish, I will come see what it is you're talking about."

"But then it will be too late!" She wailed.

"Elizabeth, I don't--"

Just then Ian appeared with a toy lightsaber.

"There you are, princess!" Ian said with all the drama worthy of being a director's son. "I'm here to rescue you!"

Elizabeth sighed. "You forgot to say who you are."

Ian's frown firmed at that. "I'm Luke Skywalker."

"And?" Elizabeth prompted.

"Oh! I came with Ben Kenobi."

"Obi-wan! Here!" She replied.

"Yeah." Ian grabbed her hand and tugged.

"Aren't you going to fight Daddy?" Elizabeth asked her twin.

"I don't fight him now. Mommy does." Ian explained.

"But, I'm with him." She looked up at their father.

Ian tilted his head too at this unexpected development. "But he isn't in costume yet!"

"Oh." Elizabeth's shoulders dropped. "Daddy! You have to change! Your part is coming up."

Knowing it was futile to keep arguing with these two, Thomas set the screenplay in his desk drawer."

"Those were the Death Star plans." Elizabeth said in a loud whisper.

"They were?" Ian's eyes widened.

Thomas's lips trembled with mirth. "It is fully operational."

Ian and Elizabeth's mouths dropped open at his deep voice reminding them what the Death Star was capable of. They both had to fight their giddiness at finally having their father play with them.

When Thomas followed them out, he saw the complete transformation of his home. The living room had multiple rolling chairs in different positions. A tan blanket covered the floor in one corner with stuffed Jawas strewn about.

He noticed his daughter, Kathleen, dressed in gold and moving like a robot with Addison's youngest, Myles, wearing a blue shirt and a silver mixing bowl on his head.

Michael and Marcus jumped out from behind the couch toward their two little sisters. Marcus was clearly Han Solo while his tall older brother was Chewbacca. Both of the Rodriguez girls were Storm Troopers.

As they made pew pew sounds while aiming toy guns at each other, he saw Ian help his twin up on a recliner. The two looked down while Elizabeth wrapped her arms around her brother.

Ian mimed throwing a rope at the ceiling fan. His little face scrunched in disgust when Elizabeth kissed his cheek.

"For luck." She told him.

The two jumped off the chair, neither able to hide their smiles as they ran off once more.

While dodging the Rodriguez battle, Thomas made his way upstairs.

"Stupid beard." He could hear his wife mutter in the master bathroom. "Why do men even bother?"

Thomas leaned against the doorframe and watched her try to loop the beard just so around her ears. She had on one of his old tan bathrobes with the hood pulled up to hide her dark hair in a bun.

She smiled when she noticed him. "There you are!" She kissed his cheek while hurrying to point out his costume she had prepared on the bed. "Hurry. Our big lightsaber battle is about to start."

"So I heard." He folded his arms. "I was trying to get some work in before we leave for Cordonia."

"But it's May the Fourth." Amanda replied, as if he should automatically know what that meant.

"Yes, our children have been repeating the date to me with each interruption." He reached out to straighten her lopsided beard. "Why does that matter?"

"May the Fourth?" She repeated. "May the Force Be with You."

"Ah." His children had become obsessed with the franchise. "And I'm Darth Vader."

"Well, not to point out the obvious," Amanda's smile brought his own out, "but you are the father of twins."

He snorted softly.

She wrapped her arms around him. "I know you wanted to work, but these moments we have with them are rushing by so fast. Soon they won't want us to play with them." She raised her hand to his cheek. "An hour or so won't matter with work but it will to them."

She had hit in the one area he could never say no to. If there was one group of people he would drop everything for, it was his family.

"What am I supposed to wear?"

She kissed him then burst out laughing when he told her she better shave before doing that again.

Within minutes he was dressed in all black, had a cape on, and the voice modulated Vader mask had been placed over his head.

Amanda tossed him a red lightsaber while snatching up a blue one.

"Just in case you forgot," her eyes twinkled with mischief, "I was trained in fencing by some of the best masters in Europe."

"Yes, but I'm the master now." He taunted back.

Her smile, so like the excited ones on their children's faces, brought out his own once more as he followed her downstairs.

All the children froze when they heard the familiar breathing sound.

"Rebel scum." He greeted with a slight bow. "Princess, shouldn't you still be in your cell?"

Elizabeth clasped her hands over her mouth while bouncing in excitement.

"You'll never get ahold of her again!" Ian yelled out. "Right, Marcus-I mean Han?"

"Yeah! Chewie and I are getting paid for this rescue." Marcus nudged his brother.

Michael tried to do the growl, causing Kathleen to giggle.

"Lord Vader!" Ashley and Ally saluted him. "We've rounded them up for you."

"Excellent." He replied. "Though I sense something I haven't felt in a long time."

"Get him Ben!" Ian cheered when his mother turned her lightsaber on.

All the children sat down and watched the two adults fight. The couple gave them a sparring match that had them cheering with each near blow.

Amanda winked at Thomas. "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine."

Lifting his lightsaber, he slowly brought it across her. She fell to the ground, his large robe hiding her body perfectly.

The children gasped. Ian, remembering that he was supposed to react to Ben dying, jumped to his feet and yelled out, no.

The rest of the time was spent with the kids in various rolling chairs, pretending to fly and dodge each other. Thomas remained behind his son until Michael and Marcus sneaked up behind him, sending his chair to spin as it rolled off into a corner.

After Elizabeth gave them medals, Amanda called an end to their playing by saying that lunch was ready.

Thomas collapsed on the sofa after pulling his mask and cape off. He wished he had thought to film their play. Each one had truly tried to be the characters they portrayed.

Amanda leaned over his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I shaved for you." She teased.

He chuckled while tugging her around to sit with him.

"Do you think they had a good time?" He asked.

The children's excited voices could be heard, each fighting for a chance to share their favorite parts.

"Very much so." She replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "They will remember this...always."

[ken-obiwan]

Hello there! how are you? for the ask thing: 4, 6, 15, 30?

hope you have a nice day/night :)

I'm good thanks, how are you? Thanks for the asks! A few people have asked for 6 so that should be in another post!

4. Favourite character from original trilogy?

Obi-wan, my beloved 🥰

15. Did you play any Star Wars video games?

Not that I can remember but I'm dying to play Fallen Order soon!

30. Do you have any headcanons?

This is a great questions but also yes, so many! One of my faves is: Obi-wan changed his first name to Ben but kept the very famous Kenobi because a small part of him wanted to be found one day in the hopes of seeing his men (aka Cody) or Anakin again!

I could talk about all my headcanons all day, tbh!

[delightfulclouddreamer]

I just need you to be happy

Obi wan kenobi x senator!reader

Synopsis: You are Lord and Sector Kanz' senator Y/N, lately on your planet, there have been some problem with a group of rebel who attempted nor only at your life, but also at your queen's one, but you, being a pretty good swordsman, were able to save the both of you. But a Jedi and his padawan were sent on your planet to help you two, an old friend of yours, or more than that, and his apprentice.

A week ago you and your Queen were assaulted by a group of rebels, you still managed to defend the two of you, the senate sent two Jedi Knights to protect you and to investigate on the rebels, you were against it, you didn't like the idea, being perfectly able to defend the both of you, but the Senate decided and you could do nothing.

"Here they are my queen" a serve announced as the two Jedi entered the room where you and the queen were.

The two Jedi arrived and you recognised one of them....him, he hasn't changed a lot, he still had his gorgeous blue eyes, his marvellous features and his usual cheesy smile, he grew a beard but it suited him. Him, Obi Wan Kenobi, the man you fell in love with years ago, when he came with his master, you weren't a senator at the time and you two fell head over heels in love with each other.

"Good evening, I am the Jedi master Obi wan Kenobi, and this is my Padawan Anakin Skywalker, we came here to protect you," he said looking directly at the queen, maybe he didn't recognize you.

"It's nice to finally have you here Jedi. I am the queen Wheela and this here is the senator Y/N, thank you very much for your help." You looked at them, trying not to meet his gaze, instead of studying his young Padawan.

After the meeting, the queen asked you to take both of them around the city and on the place the assault happened. It took a while but finally, you returned to the castle where they divided, Anakin went protecting the queen while Obi wan stayed with you.

You were preoccupied, scared, the memories of your first encounter started flooding in your mind and filling your heart:

"Ben come on, you need to see the view, run faster, Aren't Jedi supposed to be fit ?"Yes Y/N, we are fit, but you managed to run faster than me, so it takes a while, but don't worry here I am now" Look" you said to him, "this is the best place of the city, you can see the coast, the houses and the castle" you told him indicating the various places."Yes this is the best view I've ever seen in my life" he said watching you intently, you started looking into his eyes, his ocean blue eyes, so perfect, he put his hand on your cheek caressing it sweetly. You two started leaning into each other, you could feel his breath on your face...

"Senator?" His voice woke you up from your dream, "Oh master Kenobi, I didn't know you where here, sorry" "Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong" he said smiling.

His smile made your stomach turn around, your organs were running away, you could feel your heart beats faster as a deep shade of red created to your face.

"Anyway, I think I'll go to bed, if you need anything come and ask me, good night master Kenobi," you said walking away but were soon stopped by a strong grip on your left arm.

"Senator..." he said, you turned your head to look at him, he was watching the pavement, not making eye contact with you, "Yes master Kenobi"

"Y/N, I... I've missed you so much these past years" he whispered not looking up at you, leaving your arm free.

"Oh Ben..." you whispered, slowly reaching him, he lifted up his head to look at you,

"Y/N, I've missed you so much, your laugh, your smile, your eyes..." he stopped for a moment and slowly careful as of you could shatter at any moment, took a stand of your hair and put it behind your ear,

"Your kiss" he finished, looking into his eyes you could see the same emotions you've seen all those years ago, Love, pure Love, the noblest kind.

You were tempted to kiss him, to tell him how much you loved him and kissed him, but you resisted, instead you make a step back and said, not looking into his eyes anymore.

"Ben, we can't do that, you're a Jedi Master, you're not supposed to have those feelings" he made a step forward, lifted up your chin so you could look at him, and said:

"I don't care, I don't care about the code about the Jedi, I Love You, I just need you to be happy" right then you started crying, he cried your tears with his hand, "Ben..." you said inch apart from him, again his breath was on your skin, his eyes looked into yours, searching for approval, he started leaning in, you too, and then in a moment you lips were connected.

All those years, all this time, but his lips were the same, so full of love, perfect as they were made to be attached to yours forever. It had to finish, you two needed to breathe, and after the kiss, all the question came in

"What are we gonna do now?" You asked caressing his hand that was in your cheek, "We'll make it work don't worry" he said kissing your nose.

"I've missed you so much," you said squeezing him tightly "I'm not going anywhere, Love, I'm going to stay with you for a long time".

"I look forward to it" you said.

With that you were sealed together, your love was something nobody was going to destroy, it took a lot of organisation and sneaking and hiding away, but you were able to be happy together.

[who-talks-first]

I'm not trying to shit on the ship here, esp because yes of course Poe's worried about Rey's safety. But he's also terrified of her, what she's about to do, what she's capable of. See also the Finalizer when he says "Does she do that to us?"

Poe spent his whole life revering the Force. He grew up on the legends of Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader, he played in the Force tree Luke gifted his mother, he idolized Leia. And I don't know if it's canon, but I see the commonly accepted fanon that he spent time with Ben as kids. People who could use the Force were special.

Then he was tortured, brutalized, violated by a Force user. One we're assuming he's known most of his life. His relationship to the Force changed. It was no longer this ethereal, magic power that legendary wizards battled one another with for the fate of the galaxy. Excalibur. Untouchable. Legend. Suddenly it was a weapon, a bloody tool that had been cleaved into his brain and yanked back, taking a part of him away with it, leaving a scar that would never heal.

Now here, right in front of him, someone extremely tangible, who he can - has! - touched. Again, someone he knows, someone he (?)loves. Has a terrifying control of this power. One of such magnitude that the most powerful Force users in the galaxy are afraid of her abilities.

She's right there beside him on missions, at the base, everywhere. She can harness this omniscient, omnipotent Force to delicately arrange flower petals and to destroy 20 ton spacecraft. And moments ago he caught her in his arms. At most 50 kilos. But the fate of the galaxy is in her hands.

Every moment Poe is near Rey, his heart rate spikes. Can he trust her not to betray him, violate him like Ben - no, Kylo Ren - did? He resisted Ren's intrusion for a few moments. Years watching Leia weren't wasted. But no one could resist Rey if she chose to use her powers in that way. With such a profound control of the Force with no training, what is she capable of with the bit of training she's now had?

She's not evil, he can reassure himself. But even good people can do horrible things to win wars. He knew from experience.

Part of him hoped that if she did reach into his mind that she would have the decency to remove any trace of a memory of the experience so that he could continue fighting beside her in ignorant bliss.

Oh my God guys I'm so sorry!

I intended to put down a few thoughts and then derailed the post with a whole ass fucking essay. I guess Poe had things to say. I didn't see it coming. I'm so sorry!

But I gave myself an interesting dynamic to explore maybe in a short fic. The idea of Poe taking a leap of faith, letting Rey in completely, trusting her not to hurt him. He could later reveal this to her and although there would be hurt, it might bring them closer.

Again I'm so sorry. Love y'all Damerey shippers. Y'all are great. Keep doing you.

Damerey it TROS

“It might be injured,” she said.

“Might just be a giant killer sand snake,” Poe said.

Rey narrowed her eyes as she approached the serpent’s body. “More light,” she ordered.

Poe aimed his glow rod where she pointed.

(TROS novel)

I’ve never seen Poe so scared. But he is not afraid of that snake, he’s ready to combat it. Damn, he piloted the Falcon without fear into the mouth of a giant worm! Poe is afraid that snake could hurt or kill Rey. Poe wants to shoot that snake and pull Rey back, and he almost does that. 

And Rey amazes him again!

[him-e]

I'm all for complex morality and Rey being the candidate towards that would be a good mix. I am however against the idea she joins Kylo. If she were tempted by another party, that would be different but I couldn't see her doing that after what she seen him do.

Actually, the fact that she got to see the full extent of his darkness so early in the trilogy means that a) she has no illusions about him; b) her perception of him can only improve at this point (and it will, believe me, once she learns his backstory).

I understand that people consider what Kylo did as irreversible—that this will motivate Rey to fight him relentlessly for the rest of the trilogy, that there’s no room for forgiveness or just understanding. But what it did was establishing a personal conflict between the two, making Kylo Rey’s problem, and Rey Kylo’s. Nothing that Star Wars can’t turn into incendiary emotional fuel in the span of an episode. Rey joining the person who kidnapped her, severely injured her friend and killed her surrogate father seems impossible now, but if you jumped into this series completely unspoiled, would you ever believe that Anakin and Obi Wan as they are in Attack of the Clones would eventually fight each other to death? Would you believe that Luke would end up holding a dying Vader in his arms after watching A New Hope? Shocking relationship twists happen in this franchise, and tbh if she ever comes close to even considering the dark side as an option, her perspective on things will already be changed significantly by then. 

Let’s not forget that Rey’s introduction to the Force came entirely from a darksider, and that darksider is Kylo. I headcanon that this makes her more receptive to the dark side—specifically Kylo’s dark side—than the average force user who received proper jedi training. His actions were what unlocked Rey’s dormant anger (and to some extent her powers in general), pushing her for the first time over the edge. That pandora’s box is open now. (I’m curious to see how Luke deals with that. He knows better than try to repress Rey’s darkness, but we don’t know how his experience with Ben influenced his view of the dark side. Will he see her as another potential ~personal~ failure? Will this make him excessively wary towards Rey? It’s not impossible that she becomes frustrated with him, and decides to seek Kylo for answers.) 

It also doesn’t have to be Kylo, you know, the one who “turns” Rey. Kylo Ren and Snoke are the known darksiders of this trilogy—they’re currently on the same side, but the seeds of a possible conflict are there. Both embody different aspects of “the devil”, if you will. Kylo is the fallen angel. The one who was supposed to be the brightest star in heaven the galaxy, but rebelled against his Father (and Mother)’s ideology because he thought it was stifling and lacking. Snoke on the other hand is a textbook Satan figure, the evil whisperer, the seducer. I mean, Snoke=Snake, right? It’s not that subtle. And we already know he wants Rey either on his side or destroyed. So I think it’s VERY possible, actually, that Snoke lures Rey in typical satanic fashion: by offering knowledge (”I can tell you where your family is”) or something even more concrete and desperately wanted (”I have your family”), and that Rey, having personally witnessed Kylo’s particular brand of evil but not Snoke’s, doesn’t recognize the trap she’s walking in (also because - spoiler - apparently nobody knows how Snoke actually looks like, as the giant hologram is probably an illusion). This would be particularly interesting, because through Rey’s mirroring experience we might come to learn what happened to Ben, too. Or it can be a study in contrast, as Rey will find the strength to resist where Ben succumbed. Rey’s example can be what makes Kylo finally snap out of it, even. I definitely think Snoke’s downfall will be a joint effort of Rey, Kylo and almost certainly Finn too.

anyway, dark!Rey or not, it’s unlikely that a star wars protagonist will be motivated entirely by hate (which would be the case if Rey’s dynamic with Kylo never evolves from the “you’re a monster!” stage). For all it is about war, star wars is ultimately a story about universal love and forgiveness. I’ve seen people argue that Luke can’t be used as a comparison, because his compassion for Vader is “justified” by the fact that Vader is his father. But that’s like saying that only biological relationships are worthy of our compassion. Luke becomes determined to bring Vader after he learns he’s his father, yes—but more than anything, I think it’s the fact that Vader used to be Anakin, and then fell, that gets him. He knows that somewhere a jedi is still there, and he rejects the notion that the process is irreversible. 

I honestly cannot imagine Rey never reaching the same conclusion, ESPECIALLY if it becomes clear to her that what happened to Ben can virtually happen to her as well. When you constantly feel the dark side breathing on your neck, and the only thing that stops you from falling is your own inner strength that could fail you at any given moment, you don’t want to believe that if you fall it will be definitive, that there’s no coming back. You want to believe that it’s fixable.