#and obi-wan is like why the HECk would you do that i told you

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Tbf, I think that the council should have told Obi-Wan they were putting Anakin in the creche first regardless of whether Obi-Wan was stubborn about it or not. Like the kid is still getting trained, you'll still get to be his master, but both of you get to take a breather for a few years. Low stakes interactions where Obi-Wan visits him but they're not being force to cohabitate and could heal a bit before Obi-Wan is tasked with the health and safety of a tiny child. Getting thrown smack into a padawan-ship was probably pretty isolating too, and Anakin was a social butterfly with a lot of friends on Tatooine so he was probably lonely and I bet the other kids were unsure what do to with him, another thing the creche would have fixed. Plus Palpatine probably couldn't request an initiate come visit with him, especially without supervision, the same way he could a padawan. So Anakin at least could have a few years to get his bearings without poison spilling into his brain. I'm not even entirely sure why they didn't, unless maybe Obi-Wan was threatening to leave or something?

Actually, thinking about it, I think I'm going to put most of the blame on this entire mess on the council. As much as I like them, they seriously dropped the ball. Qui-Gon failed to explain his intentions, but before that he did explain that they found Anakin, a very powerful force sensitive child, in the same town as someone who he believed was a sith but who was clearly at the very least a darksider, who also attacked them as they tried to leave with Anakin. Regardless of any reservations about Anakin's age, that's a direct threat to Anakin's safety, and they had no way to know that Maul wasn't directly targeting Anakin for recruitment. Qui-Gon shouldn't have had to say he'd train Anakin to try to force their hand, they should have just said they'd train Anakin, if only for his protection. Heck, at the very, very least they shouldn't have let Anakin leave the temple at all until they could be sure Maul hadn't followed them and a proper relocation effort could be made. So many things could have gone better if everyone had just simmered down and took the time to actually think things through right at the start of it all. 😩

You are so right, anon, I'm clapping during all of this ✨

Honestly the introduction of Anakin to the Jedi is one of the - many - canon events that I don't even know what to do with. Like. like. I write Shisui-centric, I know something about having to rationalize the ridiculously bad (his eye went WHERE), but the whole attitude of the Jedi council to Anakin is just.... 🤦🤷

I'm pro Jedi, I'm very much in the camp of Love Is Not Attachment etc when it comes to the Jedi mandate etc, but Christ alive why the heck don't they wanna take in an ex slave, let alone one as strong as Anakin. Ohhhh his future is clouded. HE WAS A SLAVE FIVE MINUTES AGO. the jedi are supposed to be freeing people and shit... Let's enfranchise the little tyke?! Vaccinations, a health check, THERAPY-! Ohhhh a powerful darksider just happened to find you 10 mins after you found this kid with the force sensitivity of a nuke? COINCIDENCE, TOSS HIM ON THE NEXT BUS SHUTTLE.

I think maturity is really when you can call your favs out without getting butt hurt. I love the Jedi. This scene with the council? So stupid it hurts.

Qui-Gon: this child has no father so must be the prophesized Chosen One!

What Mace should've said: idgaf about your astrology shit, space monks look after all who need them, get this kid a juice box and a doctor

[burnwater13]

Boba Fett speaking to Fennec Shand (out of frame) while standing in the burned out hulk of Garsa Fwip's Sanctuary. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, In the Name of Honor. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu wondered why Boba Fett felt so strongly about Mos Espa. Was he really worried about the people there or was he worried about his reputation? He’d decided, when he met up with Bib Fortuna, according to Fennec, that he wanted to retire from bounty hunting because the clients were a lot of trouble for a small amount of gain. Bib Fortuna apparently being a good example of that.

Grogu could understand the problems that any bounty hunter had with bad the clients. The really bad ones. The ones that asked you to bring children in and the truly evil ones that asked you to bring them cold… you know… permanently cold. Uff. What kind of bounty hunter would take a job like that? A droid maybe? Or someone who was just evil. 

As far as Grogu could tell, Boba Fett was about the least evil bounty hunter he’d met, next to his dad. And Fennec. Grogu understood from the stories his dad had told him about Fennec that she had a heck of a reputation, but it seemed like the people she dealt with would have ended up that way sooner or later. He counted that in her favor, although he was sure that his masters would have scolded him. 

Jedi did not become bounty hunters and they did not hire them. If there was a person they needed to find… well… they found them. The Force was very useful for that sort of thing if you knew what you were doing. That was one of the first things that Grogu learned to do. He had too. It was the easiest way to find his way around the Jedi Temple. 

Imagine, if you will, being less than a third of a meter tall. If you were walking, and Master Yoda certainly thought that your character would be built better if you were walking, everything that might be useful as a landmark for you, was of no use to all the people there who were significantly taller. Since there were no Anzellans at the Temple, everyone was taller than Grogu. So asking for directions from any of the other younglings, padawans, or masters was complete waste of time. Take for example this exchange with Master Obi-Wan, one of the most sympathetic and considerate masters.

“Grogu, I need you to bring this data pack to Master Drallig. I believe he’s at the exterior training ground at this time of day.”

Grogu took the data pack, which was half his size and began to trot off.

“No, Grogu. Not that way. Master Drallig is at the exterior training ground. Go south down this corridor, turn left at the statue of Master Draebeert, and then proceed to the doors at the end of that corridor.”

Grogu, knowing that Master Obi-Wan meant well, nodded his head, turned around and began to trot down the corridor, also knowing that the tall human was watching him every step of the way now. 

“I appreciate you doing this for me, young one. It is very important that you don’t delay bringing the data pack to him. Thank you.”

Of course he hadn’t planned on delaying giving Master Drallig the data pack. That’s why he wasn’t going to the exterior training grounds because Grogu knew it was pouring rain outside. He’d seen the rain while he’d been doing work in the arboretum. When it rained, Master Drallig conducted classes in the small basement area of the gymnasium which was meant for practicing the physical arts, like wrestling, boxing, and martial arts. Grogu often went there just to watch the padawans train because everyone had already agreed that Grogu was not going to taking advantage of physical strength to win any argument. At least the kind that didn’t depend on the Force. 

So off he trotted and dutifully went down the hallway looking for a statue of someone he’d never heard of. Grogu suspected that Master Kenobi thought that Grogu would simply glance at the plaques that had been positioned on or near each statue. Of course they were all placed approximately 1.5 meters above the floor. For Grogu to be able to read them he’d have to across the hall from them and standing on a plinth that was about a half a meter tall. Needless to say, those plinths did not exist in the temple. 

So there he was  jumping up every time he reached a corridor and statue to see whose it was. After doing that three or four times, Master Drallig came up to him from the cross corridor and asked him what he was doing. 

Grogu had replied that he was looking for the Master to give him a data pack from Master Kenobi.

“I see. I think. In the future, simple close your eyes and reach out with the Force. Think of me and you will know my location. This works the same way as when you are ‘somehow’ locating any spare snacks in the training rooms.”

Master Drallig was almost smiling at him and Grogu returned the smile as he handed the tall human the data pack. He’d just thought he’d been lucky finding those snacks. Now that he knew it was the Force there was no end…

“And do not use that technique to avoid people or get into mischief with Ian. The two of you remind me of one of my padawans from years ago. If I didn’t know better I would say one or the other of your was Seb’s child. Now, back to your lessons.”

Grogu had tried not to laugh at the notion that any one padawan could out do Grogu and Ian at any sort of mischief, but if there was one, he wanted to meet them. Which brought him back to thinking about Boba Fett and why he became Daimyo of Mos Espa. It was the people. He’d met them. Listened to them. Promised to help them build a better life. Much like Master Drallig who had helped Grogu that day, so long ago. A life devoted to helping others. 

Grogu sighed. The people of Mos Espa had no idea how lucky they were.

[casp1an-sea]

Star Wars But Better Part 3

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

releasing more because I’m bored

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(Time skip recap: luc argues with their uncle over leaving. The next day they discover R2 ran away to find obi wan. Luc and Treepio go off to find the little droid before Owen can find out and are ambushed by sand people. Luc is knocked unconscious.)

Ben: *Great howling moan*

(Okay Time skip)

Ben: Hello there my little friend

(Okay time skip again here’s a recap of what just happened because I know you are very confused: Sand people were looting Luc so Ben came walking in with arms flailing making krayt dragon noises to scare them away. Then he said hi to artoo and told them that he’s obi wan he just changed his name. Then he took them all to his house. Not creepy I promise.)

(Oh yeah I also forgot you had to go find threepio before you went to Obi-wan’s house but that’s not important. Now your talking about your father)

Luc: Yeah no my dad wasn’t a soldier. I’m pretty sure he was a drug dealer or something.

Obi-wan: That’s what your uncle told you

Luc: Why the heck would he tell me my dad was a drug dealer if he wasn’t?

Obi-wan: The mind is a strange thing.

Luc: Ya know my uncle also told me you're a creepy old wizard but I don’t think he was wrong about that.

Obi-wan: (Laughs)

Luc: I wasn’t joking

Obi-wan: (Ignores Luc’s comment) Your father did fight in  the war. In fact we fought together.

Luc: Why do I keep meeting War vets?

C3PO: Pardon, but I am not a war vet

Luc: You fought in space battles right?

C3PO: Correct

Luc: Same difference

(R2 tweets that he’s a war vet of course only 3PO can understand)

Obi-wan: I was once a jedi night the same as your father

Luc: Now you’re a sad old hermit

Obi-wan: You seem suprisingling unfazed by this.

Luc: My dad died before I was born. Whatever he did doesn’t really affect me, does it?

Obi-wan: Ah but it does! (Goes to a chest and takes something out of it. It looks like a CERVEZA CRISTAL… jk jk it looks like a silver cylinder) This was your father's. He wanted you to have it when you got old enough. (Thinks: Well not really but If I hadn’t happened to get it by cutting off his limbs and watching his body burn in lava then he probably would)

Luc: (Looks at it judgingly) What is it

Obi-wan: It’s a lightsaber, the weapon of a Jedi!

Luc: (Snatches it quickly) My dad would give weapons to unstable children?! Man we would’ve gotten along!

Obi-wan: (Laughs nervously)

Luc: So how’d he die? I never believed my uncle's story about him falling in the bathtub.

Obi-wan: Ah, that’s how he got a scar down his face.

Luc: By falling in the bathtub? How does that even happen?

Obi-wan: (Shrugs) How he died though was much darker. (He has flashbacks of Anakin’s burnt chicken nugget looking body) He was killed by Darth Vader.

Luc: That’s a lot cooler than falling in the bathtub. How did he kill him?

Obi-wan: Uhhhh….. Maybe that’s a story for another time.

Luc: I bet it’s gory then.

Obi-wan: Unfortunately yes. (Seems like he’s going to cry for a second and then regains composure) It was the force that killed your father, the dark side.

Luc: Force? Like Newton's laws and stuff?

Obi-wan: No no, it’s a mystical thing. It’s in all beings in the galaxy it flows in us and around us. Some people like the Jedi have the ability to control it to some degree. You have that ability.

Luc: And I’m just hearing about this now?!

(R2 Beeps)

Obi-wan: Ah yes, let's see what is going on with your little friend.

Luc: I saw part of the message but apparently I’m not special enough to see the whole thing. (Glares at R2)

(R2 whistles quietly and then plays the video)

Obi-wan: Well it seems he has changed his mind.

Luc: Yes it does (Continues glaring at R2)

Leia: General Kenobi you knew my father or something… my ship is under attack… special plans we got from a confidential information vending machine is inside this droid. My father knows how to find it. So yeah go to Alderan fast. Help me Obi-wan Kenobi! You’re my only hope!

Obi-wan: You must learn the ways of the force if you are to come with me to Alderan.

Luc: (Is shocked) Wait what. That just kinda came out of nowhere.

Obi-wan: Did it? I assumed you’d known you’d be coming with me.

Luc: Why? Why would I even go with you? You're a strange hermit I just met who forced me into your house and gave me a weapon. Also like My Uncle doesn’t trust you and I’m not supposed to leave the planet till after harvest.

Obi-wan: I need your help Luke, she needs your help. I’m getting too old for this kind of thing.

Luc: That’s your problem.

Obi-wan: That’s your uncle talking

Luc: How can I get you to leave me alone?

Obi-Wan: Come with me to Alderan.

Luc: Yeah that’s not gonna happen I got stuff to do. Lots of stuff. I’ll take you as far as Ancorhead if you’ll get off my back and let me go home.

Obi-Wan: If that is how far you will go. Then shall I teach you the ways of the force?

Luc: NO! Sorry old man but I’m not joining whatever cult you're running.

Obi-wan: it’s not a cult it-

Luc: Yeah whatever let’s get to Ancorhead, like I said I have stuff to do.

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[starcrossedjedis]

★ Through the Mist ★ Inara'a & Obi Wan ★

"This darkness will swallow you whole. Why won't you let me carry it with you?" - "Because if I do, it will swallow you, too..."

When the Empire destroyed the Sisters of Sybulla in its sinister quest to strike down every last force sensitive being in the galaxy, only a handful of seers and telepaths made it out alive.

Inara'a Brae was one of them.

Barely eighteen years old, she suddenly had to navigate a world the sheltered convent had not prepared her for.

Stranded on Daiyu of all planets every day turned into a fight for her life - a fight equal parts against violence and hunger. A fight she became less and less likely to win.

On one of her darkest days - sleeping in the sewers, starving and one step away from giving in to a "kind stranger" offering her spice to ease the pain - Khaii Al'Canthar, a lethal yet charming gun for hire, not much older than her, came to her rescue and took her in.

For the next ten years the two were inseparable - looking out for each other in a world where everyone else's philosophy seemed to be "every man for himself".

But Inara'a knew that this would not be her life forever, because all her life - even as a child on Sybulla - her visions had told her so.

Diffuse dreams. Twin suns. Flashes of blue and red. The smell of smoke. Screams that woke her up at night, but weren't her own.

But also glimpses of a life she knew would be hers. And of a hooded man with sad blue eyes and the weight of the galaxy on his weary shoulders...

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[tennessoui]

OOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For the prompts - childhood best friend au bc i’m a sucker for them

- tealbluemagic

ah yikes i had thought and scripted like....two more scenes of them actually growing up (16/20 and 22/26) in my head dialogue and all but suddenly this was 2.3k because once again i was worldbuilding my cares away RIP!! palpatine was supposed to be the evil adviser it was gonna be great sad days.

2. Childhood best friends AU (medieval, fantasy, royalty AU--whichever term conveys the absolute zero amount of fact-checking that I have done)

They meet when Anakin is seven and Obi-Wan eleven.

Anakin’s tutor wants him to write lines. Again. According to the man, his letters do not look kingly enough.

Thank the gods that he set him to work and then left to flirt with the chambermaid. Otherwise, he probably would have had something very mean to say about the lack of kingliness that is required to climb out the window and down the ivy creeping up the castle.

Anakin lands on his feet and looks up in time to see his tutor’s red face in the window. “Prince Anakin!” The man yells, but no one is around to grab at him and he’s a very fast runner, even at the age of seven. He takes off to the gardens, laughing in joy at the freedom of it all.

Through the gardens and at the edge of the grounds are the stables. He’s not allowed to go there yet, because he is so small and the horses so big. It’ll be the last place they’ll check for him.

Anakin bursts through the doors and runs headlong into another boy, knocking him clean off his feet and into a pile of straw.

“Hey!” The boy shouts, shoving Anakin harshly off of him, face turning almost as red as his hair. Anakin blinks stupidly up at him as he rises and puts his hands on hips. “Who do you think you are?”

“I come seeking shelter and refuge as the prince of the kingdom of Tatooine,” Anakin blurts out the phrase he’s been taught to say should he ever find himself in danger in a new land.

Both of the boy’s eyebrows go up, and he looks scared for a second, which Anakin doesn’t understand. He’s much bigger than Anakin is and he’s still standing all angry over him. If anything, Anakin should be the one scared.

“Uh. Okay. Yeah, you can stay,” the boy says, backing away and crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Just please don’t tell anyone I shoved you, your um highness. I need this job.”

Anakin lifts his hand so the boy can help him up, but the other boy doesn’t do anything but stare at it with a furrowed brow. “You may help me stand,” Anakin prompts him.

“Shouldn’t be touching no prince,” the boy mumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “People can get killed for less.”

“Well, I want you to help me,” Anakin says, glaring at the boy who’s being very stubborn and silly right now. “I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

The boy looks skeptical, but takes his hand in his.

“What’s your name?” He asks him as he brushes off his fine clothes.

Now the boy just looks reluctant, but he must know better than to disobey a command from his sovereign, even when the sovereign in question is a child, because he crosses his arms over his chest and mumbles out, “Obi-Wan, milord.”

“I’m Anakin,” Anakin says, even though the boy probably knows this. It’s still only polite and his mother has always told him that being polite is one of the best things a prince can be.

“Yeah,” the boy says. Maybe his mother had never given him the same lesson. “I have to get back to work now, milord,” he turns before Anakin dismisses him, which is quite unheard of. Maybe Obi-Wan’s never been to court. Judging by the state of his clothes and the dirt on his face and beneath his nails, Anakin decides that’s probably true.

“What are you doing?” Anakin asks curiously, following behind the boy. It’s just he doesn’t meet a lot of boys his age and sure, this boy seems a bit mean and certainly at least a little uncivilized, but he still let Anakin stay.

“Shoveling horse shit,” Obi-Wan says. “Would you like to help?”

Anakin wrinkles his nose. “What’s up there?” he asks, pointing to a ladder as they pass it.

“That’s where we keep the hay. And it’s where I sleep.”

“You sleep here?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t respond, but his cheeks grow a dull sort of red.

Tactfully, Anakin changes the subject. “What else do you do?”

“Feed the horses, brush them, put them out to pasture, call them in, brush them again,” Obi-Wan lists. “When a nobleman wants to ride, I tack up their steed for them.”

A horse blows out a breath, right near Anakin’s face and he flinches, clinging onto the back of Obi-Wan’s shirt automatically. “And they let you?” he asks, trying to sound like he isn’t frightened.

“They don’t have much choice,” Obi-Wan says, smiling a bit as if something is funny. “Bit of a luxury around here, choice is.”

“What happens if they don’t?” Anakin asks, deciding to not let go of Obi-Wan’s shirt. Any proper gentleman or lady would have offered to let him hold their hand by now, but Obi-Wan is rough around the edges. Anakin finds that he doesn’t mind much.

Obi-Wan casts a look at him from the corner of his eye that Anakin doesn’t know how to interpret. “They get whipped.”

Anakin gasps in shock. “That’s so barbaric!”

The other boy snorts and shakes his head, as if Anakin is just too dumb to understand. “What are you doing here, little Prince?” Obi-Wan asks as he finishes dumping a pail of water into a horse’s bucket. “Why're you running?”

“My tutor was being absolutely awful,” Anakin replies with a pout. Obi-Wan hums, grabbing a shovel from where it’s leaned against a wooden door and carrying it to an empty stall. He follows him, wanting a proper response from the other boy. All that writing had been hurting his hand! The tutor is so unfair and mean and evil, and Anakin deserved to be treated with dignity and respect!

He tells all of this to Obi-Wan as he paces in the tight space of the stall, the other boy occasionally making noises to show he’s listening as he goes about his work.

“I don’t know what sort of problem he has with my letters! I know all of them now! Isn’t that enough?” Anakin asks angrily, crossing his arms. He’s tired and wants to sit down, but it smells poorly here. Maybe he can convince Obi-Wan to go to the ponds with him?

But Obi-Wan pauses, leaning against the handle of his shovel to look at Anakin. “You shouldn’t be complainin’ about getting to learn to read and write,” Obi-Wan says and then hastily tacks on, “milord.”

“But I don’t like it, and I shouldn’t have to do things I don’t like,” Anakin protests.

Obi-Wan smiles in a funny way. “You think I like shoveling shit, do you? But someone has to do it.”

“Are you saying that someone has to read and w--”

Obi-Wan interrupts him loudly. No one’s ever really done that before.

“I’m sayin’ that reading and writing is a...a privilege, milord.” He says the word privilege like he hasn’t ever said it before, like someone had said it around him and he’d memorized the sound and played it back in his head every night.

Anakin pouts, and Obi-Wan must see the look on his face because he softens his voice when he speaks again. “There’re...people who would kill for a teacher and they got none. If I was you, I wouldn’t ever leave my lessons early.”

Anakin crosses his arms. “But you’re not me. And I get to do whatever I want.”

It’s like a wall comes up between them. “That’s a luxury too, milord,” Obi-Wan says, turning away. “Excuse me. I need to work.”

The way he says this makes it clear that he doesn’t want Anakin around him anymore. “Fine!” Anakin snaps, face pulled up into a scowl. He pushes past Obi-Wan as hard as he can, hoping he can make the boy fall again, and leaves the way he’s come.

How dare the little stable boy try to correct Anakin’s behavior, when he’s the one with dirt all over his face!

He storms back to the castle and is in a horrifically terrible mood the entire rest of the night, right up until he goes to bed. Obi-Wan doesn’t know anything about anything, Anakin tries to reassure himself. He should have never met him.

He flips onto his side in bed, scowling even harder when his eyes alight onto the practice papers his tutor had left for him.

In his mind, Obi-Wan’s words repeat even louder. If I was you, I wouldn’t ever leave my lessons early.

Anakin rolls away until he can stare up at the ceiling.

He’d wanted a friend, but Obi-Wan clearly hadn’t wanted Anakin there at all. He wouldn’t have made a good friend at all. Anakin should just forget him.

But he can’t. He wants Obi-Wan to like him, although he can’t understand why or how to proceed.

He flips back to face the room again, too restless for sleep.

Inspiration strikes quite suddenly, making him sit up in his bed.

There’s one thing he could do that would make Obi-Wan like him. But there’s no time to waste.

He hastily dresses in his discarded clothes from yesterday and grabs two of the books on his desk. There’s a leather satchel hanging from his wardrobe that he’s never used before, but it’s the perfect size now. He slings it over his little shoulders and leaves as quietly as he can.

It’s a dangerous but relatively short journey back to the stables. The gardens look much scarier at night, but Anakin is being so brave about it. He’s on a quest. He clutches his satchel to his chest at every jumping shadow, but he makes it to the stable door and then through it.

The ladder he had pointed out earlier is a few steps into the barn, past two stalls. The horses look much scarier now that he’s here alone; their eyes seem to glow in the dark. He scuttles past them and grabs at the first wooden beam. Obi-Wan. He’s doing this for Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan, who is asleep among the hay, just at the top of the ladder. He’s curled up beneath a couple of blankets. He looks angry even in his sleep.

Anakin crawls forward and shakes him awake.

“Wha--” Obi-Wan jerks up.

Anakin clutches his package to his chest and sits cross-legged in front of him. “It’s me!”

“What?” The other boy asks, rubbing at his eyes. Anakin pouts. Has Obi-Wan really forgotten him in such a short period of time? That’s hardly fair, considering the fact that Anakin has not stopped thinking of him at all.

“It’s Anakin,” he says. “I came back.”

“Why?” Obi-Wan asks, squinting at him in the light of the moon that filters through the single window.

Anakin pouts harder. “I brought my stuff,” he says. It had seemed like such a brilliant idea, not even an hour ago, but in the face of Obi-Wan’s incredulity, Anakin only feels stupid. He pulls out the books anyway. “I thought. Well. That maybe I could teach you.”

Obi-Wan sits up all the way at this and bends forward to study the covers, although Anakin is sure he doesn’t understand the letters written on them. .

“Teach me?” Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin huffs. This is going to become quite a tedious conversation if all Obi-Wan does is repeat fragments of what Anakin says. “To read and to write.”

“Why?” he asks, but different than he had asked before.

He doesn’t think because I want you to like me would satisfy Obi-Wan now, and even Anakin knows it’s a rather weak explanation.

“Because...you want to know,” Anakin settles on saying, “and my mother always says that a king should do what he can to satisfy the desires of the kingdom.”

“Oh well,” Obi-Wan scoffs. “If the Queen says so.”

Anakin withdraws, stung at the other boy’s standoffish attitude. “Never mind,” he mumbles, reaching for the satchel to put away the books. “It was stupid.”

Obi-Wan’s hand flashes out to stop him. “No,” he says. “No, I’m sorry. I. Thank you, milord for this. You don’t know what you’re offering.”

“I’m offering you some lessons,” Anakin responds slowly. Maybe Obi-Wan had missed that part?

In the moonlight, Obi-Wan’s smile breaks across his face like a sunrise. “Of course, milord.”

“Call me Anakin,” Anakin demands. He wants a friend, not someone who will bow to his title or shy away from his crown. He wants an equal, a familiar. He wants Obi-Wan to treat him as if they carried the same amount of dirt and grime on their skin.

“Of course, Anakin,” Obi-Wan whispers, like he’s breaking a rule and afraid he’ll get caught. “But….”

“But what?” Anakin asks, scooting closer now that he knows he probably won’t be kicked off the loft to be fed to the horses in the morning.

“Did you bring a light to read by?” Obi-Wan asks, looking around his bare accommodations.

Anakin bites his lip and looks too, but the search is fruitless. “Well,” he says. “No.” The truth is that in the castle there’s always light when he needs light. There are always servants, ready to bustle in and solve his slightest inconvenience. He had never thought of light as a--what had Obi-Wan said earlier? A luxury.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan whispers, tracing the cover of the book with something like longing.

“I’ll come back tomorrow,” Anakin finds himself promising. “I’ll bring a candle or something. I will. Tomorrow night.”

“Really?” The other boy’s voice seems to get caught in his throat because it comes out sounding much weaker and higher than it ever has.

Anakin nods. He would. He’d come back every night for the rest of his life if it meant Obi-Wan would like him, if it meant they could be friends. “I promise,” he says, reaching out with his smallest finger.

Obi-Wan looks at it for a second before linking their fingers together. “Okay, milord,” he says. “I believe you.”

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Hey! I literally love your last post so much but I'm confused about the rebels bit (never watched it). How does Rebels criticize the jedi? Thanks!

Aw, thank you! (Lol, this is such an old ask I don’t remember what that post was, but here goes).

Well in s2 Ahsoka, Kanan (a survivor from Order 66) and Ezra (his Padawan) all go to an old Jedi Temple to talk to Yoda about Vader and his Inquisitors (Darksiders who hunt the few remaining Jedi and kidnap Force sensitive kids). Yoda is only there spiritually and the three of them get different visions. Ahsoka sees Anakin as Vader, and Kanan has to fight several enemies and eventually admit he can't protect his Padawan from the world, only guide him (which prompts the vision to finally make him a Jedi Knight, as he survived Order 66 as a Padawan.)

And Ezra... Ugh. Ezra had a previous encounter with Yoda, in which he got his lightsaber crystal. Basically Yoda asked him why he wanted to be a Jedi, and Ezra had to do some self-examination and eventually realized that helping and protecting people made him feel alive, which greatly pleased Yoda who told him he might become a Jedi after all. That's a really great exchange and I love the character development Ezra gets, as he starts by saying he wants never to feel powerless and eventually realizes that's not the right answer.

But in this second encounter, as Ezra asks how they can defeat the Inquisitors, Yoda basically says that fighting is rarely the right path. And to illustrate that, he says that line about the Jedi being arrogant and joining the war swiftly "in their arrogance," which really bothers me. He also says they were "consumed by the Dark Side", which is why they're now gone. In all fairness, he also mentions that they were motivated by fear, which is partially true. 

Now, I write analyses and I try to be intellectually honest about them, because ignoring contradicting stuff weakens your argument instead of helping you. Except this time, I really can't accept this quote. I have an excuse, Lucas wasn't involved in Rebels so it's not the highest canon in my opinion (the 6 movies + TCW are, here are the quotes justifying my position), and I feel like that assertion is out of character for Yoda, ignoring his ST ghost appearances, and also plainly factually incorrect.

I understand that Ezra really needed to be taught not to always seek to fight. At this point, he's still an emotional kid who occasionally struggles with the Dark Side. Not fighting is important to a Jedi's path, so I can understand Yoda's intention. But the example he uses? According to Lucas, the Jedi were drafted in the war. That's not jumping into a conflict out of arrogance, that's literally being dragged there against your will. And sure, there’s Geonosis, but how exactly is rescuing a bunch of your people that’s getting slaughtered by a Sith Lord the same thing as arrogantly jumping into a fight? Like, what’s the option here? Not go, and let an innocent Senator and a bunch of Jedi be murdered?

It's like Rebels!Yoda isn't acknowledging that the war was fake and that a Sith Lord engineered it as the perfect trap (which is recurring problem in Rebels; at one point Ezra, Kanan and Rex have to fight an old Separatist tactical droid and Ezra "solves" the Clone Wars by pointing out that nobody won except the Empire, so really they were on the same side all along, and he gets praised for doing what "a bunch of Jedi, senators and Clones couldn't do," ie getting both sides to talk to each other – except wtf??? setting aside that the Jedi and Rex were aware of the war being fake by the end of it, and that the Separatists were openly led by a Sith Lord and attempted to commit genocide several times in TCW and did commit mass murder, and reduced like several worlds to slavery or starvation and were backed by the worst big corporations you could imagine, the war would NOT have ended if the two sides had tried talking it out. 1) The Senate made it illegal 2) the big corporations arranged for terrorist attacks on both sides the one time they tried to negotiate so the war would drag on and they'd get more money out of it 3) Sidious. Was. Controlling. Everything. What. The. Heck. Would. Have. Been. Accomplished. By. Negotiating.)  Plus the question of whether or not the Jedi should even fight is like... constantly raised by the Jedi during TCW, so I really can’t see it as “oh wow we didn’t even take the time to think and we got killed because of it, we really sucked.” 

Seriously, there’s this S6 quote: 

MACE: Are you sure we are taking the right path? YODA: The right path, no. The only path, yes. Designed by the Dark Lord of the Sith, this web is. For now, play his game, we must.

Like yeah, totally rushing in and being eager to fight lol. Nothing to do with being boxed in and having no alternatives. 

So yeah that's bothers me and I don't think it jibes with the rest of canon. I don't remember Yoda telling Luke (who, in the beginning, is as eager to fight as Ezra is) that the Jedi "disappeared" because of some fault of their own, or because of an eagerness to fight. (Seriously, pussyfooting around the fact that the Jedi were slaughtered grates me.) The OT never, ever, ever implies that the destruction of the Jedi Order was their fault - and unless you assume that the OT is “pro-Jedi propaganda” (*laughs in dumb youtube comments*) then I don’t see Rebels weaving it into its narrative as legitimate.

Again, choosing alternatives to fighting is a great lesson on a personal level, but it doesn't work on the scale of the Rebels/Empire conflict - or the Jedi/Sith one. Ezra should often choose not to fight because of what it'll do to his soul. The Rebels should not stop fighting because there is no cohabitation with something as evil as the Empire. Imo Yoda is always presented as wise enough to know the difference. 

The last thing that makes me think it's out of character is Yoda's spiritual journey in TCW s6. He gets all of his flaws thrown into his face and has to conquer them – he has to face his literal Dark Side and he wins. And yet at no point during that arc is he ever made to conquer his ‘Jedi arrogance’ or whatever. He has to face his worst fear (first vision, all the Jedi dying), let go of his attachments (second vision, him having to accept that he can’t live in a perfect world where everything is beautiful and no one is dead), and reaffirm who he is as a Jedi (third vision, refusing to give up on Anakin and trying to save him rather than to kill Sidious) but at no point is he ever made to recognize that wow, the Jedi are the worst for fighting. 

I’d argue that the very purpose of the visions showing him Order 66 and Anakin falling are to make him accept that these things are completely beyond his control - and as such, not his fault. He doesn’t get to fix things, because the fate of the Order is not in their own hands. It is, in fact, in Anakin’s (from a thematical/narrative standpoint). Yoda has a hard time with it (actually he almost shuts down when he first sees everybody dead and his first reaction is to say that he failed them, so I can’t accept Yoda blaming his grandkids for dying) but he accepts it in the end, when he tells Mace and Obi-Wan he’s not certain one ever wins a war, but they might still find ‘victory for all time’ (referring to balance aka Sidious’ death in RotJ). 

So anyway that’s my beef with Rebels!Yoda. Not hate on Rebels though, there are many parts of it that I really, really love - but some of them kinda infuriate me, and this is one of them. 

[jasontoddiefor]

AU in which Qui-Gon lives and Mace possibly hates this entire disaster lineage.

Qui-Gon woke to the sound of somebody talking rather animatedly.

“-and like, Master Dooku is still insisting Obi-Wan should switch to Makashi, but all his pushing ever does is make Obi-Wan’s Soresu the most ‘passive aggressive way of non-aggressive combat’, at least that’s what Master Windu said and-“

There was a blonde boy sitting at Qui-Gon’s bedside. He struggled to make out his features at first, his eyes were heavy as if he hadn’t opened them in a while. The boy was young, barely a teenager, and a Padawan going by his braid.

“-but it’s so boring. I think the others are a little jealous I kinda have two Masters, but it’s also double the work-“

He was blonde and his features familiar. Beyond that though, Qui-Gon recognized his Force-signature much more easily.

He tried to say “Anakin”, but all that escaped his throat was something akin to a low hum. It was enough to catch Anakin’s attention as the young boy immediately dropped his datapad in shock.

“Qui-Gon! Kriff, you’re awake- oh, heck, medic!”

Over the course of the next weeks, Qui-Gon gets reacquaintance with the world of the living. His muscles had deteriorated severely as he’d apparently been comatose for almost three years. He had missed his Padawan’s first steps into knighthood, hadn’t been there to show the not-so-little- anymore Anakin how to tie his braid or been present to welcome his Master back in the temple.

It was almost surreal to see Dooku back in the temple after so many years of absence, wearing almost traditional Jedi robes again, especially since his visits were usually accompanied by his Padawan.

“Honestly, Qui-Gon,” his Master sighed. “What were you thinking making Obi-Wan promise to teach Anakin?”

He’d been a little occupied by the wound in his gut to think about repercussions of asking his Padawan to train Anakin. Obi-Wan had been ready for Knighthood for a year already at least when they had dropped down on Naboo. He would have done right by Anakin, of that Qui-Gon was sure, but perhaps it was for the better that he didn’t have to step up.

“How is it that you, who swore to never take another Padawan, ended up with one then?” Qui-Don countered instead of replying.

Dooku crossed his arms, a hint of arrogance and anger carrying along. It was almost a relief to see that even after so many years, Qui-Gon could still read his Master so well.

“Obi-Wan is just as stubborn as you, he wouldn’t let anybody else train the boy, given that most Knights were only offering because they didn’t want Obi-Wan’s potential to go to waste, not because they actually cared about Anakin.”

Anakin had told Qui-Gon quite extensively about Obi-Wan’s stubbornness. Apparently, in the years Qui-Gon had been comatose, he had developed a habit of talking to Qui-Gon he now couldn’t quite get rid of. Qui-Gon didn’t mind, he enjoyed hearing about how Anakin was doing and how Obi-Wan had grown. Switching Ataru for Serosu, that was something Qui-Gon hadn’t ever expected.

“I was just here to check up on you, but seeing the sorry state you left your Padawan in and the fact that nobody had apparently thought to sit Anakin down with a mindhealer…”

Qui-Gon frowned. Why would they-

Dooku huffed. “He was a slave, Padawan mine. They were lucky Obi-Wan’s brief stint with the Galaxy’s most unsavory trade let him recall that Anakin might need counselling and support of some kind, but he didn’t know exactly how. Honestly, you can’t just pick up a child from the Outer Rim, put them here and expect they know how to handle themself now that they have some autonomy.”

Qui-Gon had to admit that he hadn’t thought so far back then. He’d been occupied with their mission and Anakin’s sheer potential. The boy had seemed fairly well adjusted to him all in all, as he was now. But his Master would know better. His distaste for the corrupt Senate had led to Dooku taking quite a lot of missions in the Outer Rim and more often than not, there had been discrepancies in the amount of money his Master had spent during his time away. Enough, on some worlds, to help people. Nobody in the Council had ever said anything as far as Qui-Gon knew. They couldn’t, not with the Senate and the Galaxy’s carefully balance of powers breathing down their necks.

“It was just a matter of proving myself trustful to the two. As you might have noticed already, Anakin and Obi-Wan are quite attached to one another.”

The healers had not yet let Qui-Gon out of the ward, so Anakin had recorded a match between himself and Obi-Wan. They moved with a much higher degree of synchronicity than most Master and Padawan pairs did after five years together, and they had only spent two at one another’s side; less than that even, considering the weeks Obi-Wan had spent away from the Temple for his own missions given that he was not actually Anakin’s Master.

“They will be remarkable,” Qui-Gon said. He could almost see it, they would move the Order forward.

“They already are.”

Qui-Gon smiled. “Master, have you become soft with your age, giving praise so easily?”

Dooku rolled his eyes and smoothed over his robes. “You were a menace to teach, always so lazy and complaining about your tasks. Anakin is a much more eager student than you ever were.”

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Revenge of the Star Wars Wednesday

Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the dashboard... (It’s an entire chapter of the same au as This Free Day Thursday I did a ways back, where a splinter cell of the Rebellion hands Luke over to Vader in a deal with the devil. The context: Vader got called away before getting a chance to tell Luke what was going on, and had to leave the poor guy in his hyperbaric egg chamber of doom. Which is air conditioned all to heck because that suit gets toasty. Unfortunately, Luke is from a very warm climate, and high powered air conditioning does not agree with him. At all. He’s having a bad day by the time Vader gets back and Many Blankets are required.)

Luke dreamed of falling.

"Alright, Skywalker. This is your stop."

He saw Leia screaming.

"You're wrong! You're wrong!"

She was calling for him. He knew that she was.

"I'm here!" He tried to call back to her, "I'm here, Leia! Help me!"

But the wind scattered his words, and he fell.

He fell past Leia's horrified face, towards a range of mountains. Faces he might have recognized formed and disintegrated in the snow around him, and the wicked looking peak directly below.

With a choked cry, Luke flailed his arms and met with stiff resistance. Well. More soft than stiff. And heavy. Very heavy. Slowly, by degrees, Luke became aware of his surroundings. He could barely move. Something was holding him down on a-

A bed.

He was on a bed.

On a Star Destroyer. 

Everything came back to Luke in a rush. Kobyvern. The handoff. The cell. The cold. 

And Vader.

Luke opened his eyes. He didn't hear the respirator, but the sense of foreboding looming over him suggested that the dark lord was somewhere near. It was imperative that Luke not be so...so vulnerable when he returned. 

Why couldn't he move?! Had he been strapped down? Panic flooded Luke's veins.

No no no, take it slow, Skywalker! Breathe in- breathe out. 

When his heart had resumed a slightly more normal pace, Luke took a slow breath and tried to sit up.

This turned out to be more difficult than he'd expected. If he craned his neck, he could just make out heavy black cloth beneath the blankets, wound around him and pinning his arms to his sides. Well, that was one way of keeping someone from escaping. Arguably more embarrassing than handcuffs, but also preferable to them. 

The amount of effort it took to free just one arm was a thorough enough distraction that Luke didn't hear the door hiss open. He pulled at the cape and blankets, already cursing the cold his free arm hinted at. It was tempting to nestle down into the pile of blankets -- there had to be at least four of them -- and let the warmth drag him back down into sleep. But that would doubtless be akin to trusting the hospitality of a Hutt. You didn't get something for nothing. There was going to be a price to pay for this, and Luke wasn't sure he'd be able to afford it.

Luke tried to push himself up into a sitting position and nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand appeared from his peripheral vision to push him back against the pillows.

"Rest easy, son. You've had a hard day."

Vader had returned.

It was difficult to know what bothered Luke more: the uncharacteristic gentleness in Vader's hands, or that he'd called him son.

Luke recoiled as far from Vader as he could.

It wasn't that far.

"You are not in danger, young one. Be still." Vader held out a placating hand.

His jaw ached from clenching and chattering, but Luke gritted his teeth again nonetheless. "I'm s- s-s s'posed to b-believe that-t-t?"

Ugh. It was still cold outside the blankets.

He did not like that he could actually hear amusement in Vader's voice when the man answered, "If I wished harm to come to you, young one, do you really think you would be here?"

Luke picked at the covers and tried to scowl. But being in close proximity to Darth Vader for an extended period of time didn’t exactly bolster one’s courage. The most he could muster was an anxious frown. Don’t let him get to you. He’s manipulating you. Waiting for you to let your guard down. Then he’ll bring in the torture droid. 

“Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes. “D-don’t trus-s-t you.”

Alright, that might’ve been a bit too blunt. 

Vader inclined his head -- helmet? How much of that was his head? Did Luke actually want to know? -- and made a sound curiously like a sigh. “That is to be expected. We were not introduced under particularly favorable circumstances.”

Luke stared at him incredulously. Introduced? As if they were diplomats crossing paths at a senator’s ball? Introduced?! 

This was the man who just...slaughtered anything and anyone that got in his way. He was there for every horrible thing that happened to Leia. He was the reason Luke was stuck trying to figure out the Force on his own. He was the reason Luke was alone! And here he was, upset that Luke didn’t trust him?

“My medical droid informs me that your core temperature has...improved. But you are still feeling ill effects.” If Vader felt as awkward as he looked, he kept it out of his voice admirably. A little too calmly, he lifted a steaming cup from somewhere behind him and held it out.

Luke shrank back. “I d-don’t want it.”

Vader’s shoulders tensed, just a fraction. “It is not poisoned, young one. Nor does it contain a truth drug, or whatever else outlandish theories you have concocted.”

“You c-could be l-l-lying.”

“I could. But I have no reason to be.”

Luke could think of a few reasons. Pure cruelty came to mind. Or lulling him into a false sense of security. After all the bluster about capturing the pilot who destroyed the Death Star, having a tea party with a dark lord wasn’t really on the agenda.

He jumped when the cup was pressed into his hands.

“You do not have to drink it. But the heat will benefit you.” Vader leaned back into a chair that most certainly had not been there before. “Transitioning from Tatooine to the climate of long-term space travel is...taxing.”

No, transitioning from getting thrown out of a ship to getting locked in the Ice Pod is “taxing”, Luke thought, glaring into the cup.

Whatever liquid was inside, it was dark, and smelled almost earthy. Not caf, some kind of tea, perhaps? The steam curled up to bathe his face, and he could begrudgingly admit that it was doing him a world of good.

“My meditation chamber is not meant to hold such low temperatures for such an extended period of time,” Vader said suddenly. “The General’s summons, I fear, did not give me adequate time to reset the cooling system. You were never meant to experience that.”

Luke didn’t care if it was childish or not. He pulled his knees slowly up to his chest -- fighting through entirely too many blankets -- and rested the cup on them. He refused to look up. He would not make eye contact with his father’s killer.

Actually, where even are his eyes under there? 

“D-didn’t exp-p-pect the Empire to ap-p-p-pologize to a p-p-risoner,” he mumbled.

His stammer was decreasing, slowly. He thought a warm drink would certainly help, but he was not brave enough to risk whatever was in that cup.

“I would rather you did not think of yourself as a prisoner, but I understand that your experiences have not given you cause to believe otherwise,” Vader answered. “But you are correct: that was intended to be an apology. I will not allow such a thing to happen again.”

The cup seemed like porcelain. Impossibly delicate. But it held up well under Luke’s grip as it tightened. This was getting ridiculous. The handoff. The fall. The pod. The blankets. The tea. 

“Just…” 

Vader stilled. He cocked his head, as if listening intently. “Luke?”

It was too much.

He broke.

“Don’t c-c-call me that!”

“It is your name.”

“It’s m-m-my! Name!” Luke’s chest heaved. “You d-d-on’t use it! Stop p-p-pretending! I’m n-n-not going to tell you anyth-th-ing!”

I can’t, I can’t do this, Father. I didn’t want to cry, don’t let me cry! 

Vader leaned forward again. “Why do you believe that I am pretending?”

Was he kidding? 

Luke finally looked up at him. “Y-you k-kill Jedi,” he spat. “Like you k-killed my father.” 

And that was what broke the facade.

“Enough.” Vader reached down and took the tea from Luke.

He set it on the tray and whirled back to face the boy.

“Listen to me,” he growled. “Whatever Kenobi told you, whatever wild fictions he spun about your past, he lied.”

Luke’s shoulders hitched. He pulled back against the wall and turned his face back to his knees. “I d-d-on’t believe you!”

“Look at me!” 

Vader took his chin in one hand and pulled it up. “Look at me, Luke. He lied to you. And he lied to me. Why do you think I wear a mask? Do you even know what he did?”

“No no no-” Luke tried to shake his head. “W-why-?”

“Why would he lie to you?” Vader asked angrily. “Why, Luke, would he be so interested in making sure that you believed I killed your father? What did you do on Cymoon, before I knew your name?”

Vader’s anger shook the room, cutting the lights into fragments as shadow overtook them. But somehow, Luke didn’t feel that the anger was directed at him as much as it was at Obi-wan. They really had hated each other, then. But why would Obi-wan lie about his father’s death? He had his lights-

The lightsaber.

Luke’s gut churned.

Vader had his lightsaber now. His father’s lightsaber. And now it was in the possession of the man who had allegedly killed him.

Allegedly.

Allegedly?

Why was he even considering Vader’s words? This was Darth Vader! He was a liar- not this time

He was a monster -- maybe so 

“W-what do you want?” Luke’s voice cracked. “I d-d-on’t understand!” 

The hand on his chin pulled away without warning. The shadows retreated sullenly to pool around the chair. “I know.”

Vader raised his hand again. He hesitated when Luke flinched, then rested it on the crown of his head. “I know you don’t. Not yet. Use the Force, Luke.”

“What?”

Vader tilted his head back with a gentle push. “I know that you can. Stretch out with your feelings. What did you intend to do on Cymoon?”

It wasn’t enough to simply tell the boy the truth. He needed him to see. He needed him to understand. He was a pawn. They had both been pawns. For a moment he almost wished Kenobi lived, so that he could run him through again.

“What did you int-”

“Kill you!” Luke burst out. It came out with a tiny, exhausted sob. “I w-was going to kill you.” 

“Because?”

“B-because you k-killed my-”

“Because you thought that I had killed your father,” Vader interrupted sternly. “Because Obi-wan sent you, untrained, untested, into battle having told you that I was your great enemy in some noble quest to avenge a father you never had the chance to meet.”

“Stop.” Luke didn’t want to hear this. This was a kind of torture after all, wasn’t it? It was emotional. Psychological. But there could be no tactical benefit in telling him these things. Why was Vader telling him these things? Why not just kill him and be done with it?

“Who took you from your mother?” Vader’s earlier question rang in Luke’s ears.

A trickle of sweat dried cold on the back of his neck. What did Darth Vader know about his mother?

Do you really want to pull on that thread, Luke? 

“What do you want?” He tried. He tried so hard to keep the tears from coming. But he was tired and afraid, and so, so overwhelmed.

Vader’s hand smoothed his hair, disturbingly gentle. “I want you to understand that you are not alone, Luke. That you were never alone.”

He raised his other hand. Held Luke’s face between them.

“Do you know why Kenobi told you that I had killed your father?”

“Don’t-” Luke whispered brokenly. He couldn’t take it. Not this. Not him.

“Luke. Look at me. What does the Force tell you?”

“I don’t know-” Luke tried to pull away. Please don’t please don’t don’t tell me don’t change things don’t let it all be lies- “I don’t know!” 

“I did not kill your father.”

It was said with such an air of finality that it rang through the Force, even with Luke’s muffled attempts to read it.

“No,” he agreed. 

His world had a little crack, right at the edge. It was small now, but just the right pressure, and-

“I am your father.”

Crack. 

[batfamspews]

Romance tropes are good and all, but you know what relationship trope is real juicy? Mentor/student. Now before you roll your eyes and brush me off, I’m not talking about the run-of-the-mill Ben Kanobi and Luke Skywalker mentor/student relationship where a wise old man teaches a curious youngster a skill set that makes them priceless. While the student might be frustrated with or appreciative to the mentor, the emotional connection there is pretty shallow. When the mentor dies we shrug it off, the student cries a little bit, everyone forgets them and there’s next to no emotional impact.

No, I’m talking about the relationship between a rebellious, rude teenager deemed worthless by society. Im talking about a straight rod, middle aged mentor with a religious zeal for honor and who has probably never broken a single rule in their life (Bonus points if they had a legalistic, obedience centered job such as a police officer or military veteran). Hear me out here.

Student is a messed up, broken kid either lacking authority or with crappy parental figures that don’t care about them. They’re a rebel and a troublemaker by choice and whether they’re proud of it or not they’re not going to change any time soon. Finally society gets to a point where they’re not going to tolerate student’s crap any longer and are ready to make an example out of them. That’s where mentor comes in. The clean-cut mentor sees the world as a system of values where everything is either right or wrong and there are no gray areas. They are not only the most respected person in society but one of the most adored. In other words, they are the exact opposite of student. When student faces harsh charges for their actions, mentor takes pity on them, resolving that if only someone had taught the teenager the difference between right and wrong they would be a loyal, upstanding citizen. Suddenly mentor is enlightened. What if THEY were the one to take student under their wing and change the course of their life? What a noble cause! Confident in their ability as a teacher, mentor offers to take student under their care and make it their personal responsibility to indoctrinate them. Student is reluctant to accept this because it means losing all of their previous freedom to an unsuspecting, ignorant mentor, but they have no choice. Student knows one thing for sure though. Mentor is going to regret this decision every moment they’re together.

Fast forward and nothing is going according mentor’s plan at all. Student is going out of their way to cause trouble and be disrespectful, and when mentor tries to teach them anything they blatantly ignore them, making it very clear that they don’t care. Mentor slowly begins to realize that they don’t know the first thing about raising children and have never once in their whole life felt so discouraged and clueless. The pressure builds up, until finally after a yelling argument with the kid the mentor breaks and tells them they wish they had never tried to help the student in in the first place. However, what hurts mentor the most is student’s response. “Figures. Nobody’s ever wanted me. I wouldn’t expect you to either.” The matter-of-fact apathy in student’s demeanor kills the mentor. They excuse themselves.

This confirms to student that they aren’t wanted and though they’re not surprised or even disappointed, for some reason their heart feels heavy and they decide to make things easy on the mentor. Later on that night, mentor is summoned. Student had gone behind their back and committed a heinous crime. To the rest of the community the solution is clear. They pat the mentor on the back and assure them that they did everything they could, that just by trying to redeem the lost soul they had proven to be one of the most heroic members of society. However, student has proven themselves impossible to correct and therefore must be dealt with rashly (e.g. they could be hanged for their crimes, sent to a juvenile prison, an asylum, a slave in the coal mines, just whatever works best for the fictional universe they’re in). What it all boils down to is that mentor doesn’t just have the right to bring the student to justice, but they should. It’s not just the fair choice, but it’s the wise, honorable, right choice. It’s the perfect situation for them. Give up the student that’s caused them nothing but pain and be hailed a hero.

They can’t do it. For the first time in their life, mentor is tempted to go against their better judgement, their honor and the wise counsel of their peers and make an emotional decision. Student was wrong when they said that nobody wanted them. Mentor wants them, though they can’t quite explain why.

Mentor is told they’re making a mistake, that their choice is foolish, that they’re just prolonging students overdue judgement, but they don’t care. They have made their decision. Mentor will recompense for student’s actions and though it will cost them both their honor and their physical possessions, they will take student back as their own and won’t give up trying to get through to them. Student is in shock. They had never dreamed that someone would sacrifice so much for a person who didn’t deserve it- specifically them. For the first time in their life they felt wanted. Protected. Heck, even loved.

Student doesn’t change over night, but they’re clearly more respectful towards mentor, more enamored by them and more receptive of their teaching. They no longer see mentor as their slaveholder, but as their protector and friend. Mentor doesn’t go easy on them and student does not hesitate to complain about the workload, but they begin to work with a new zeal because now they have a motive to work. They want to make mentor proud. For the first time they realize they’re desperately starved for mentor’s approval, so they work hard , begin to copy their habits, even go out of their way to do things without being asked. They never talk about their feelings, but they want to be close to mentor. For the first time they know what it feels like to be loved, and they want to return that love in every way possible.

Mentor has no idea what possessed student to change, but nothing in the world could have made them happier. They begin to recognize the student’s longing for approval and it occurs to them how much they want to pay it forth. Mentor knows what it’s like to do great things and be praised for their deeds, but they have never been more proud of anything than the scruffy little public nuisance that lived in their house. Student wasn’t just their responsibility, they became their joy. They were proud enough to call them their son/daughter.

Of course student doesn’t become perfect overnight. Clearly they revert to what they know and cause trouble multiple other times. However, the disappointment master expresses to them when they’re caught is enough to make them realize that they’re former way of living is no longer appealing to them. They value their mentor’s opinion too much and nothing hurts more than their disapproval.

This is just a sample of a mentor student relationship that could work in a variety of different storylines. It doesn’t need to be the main focus of the story (i.e. if the theme is action and adventure, then the student and mentor might be forced to go on a dangerous expedition, or the student might grow up and leave the mentor, or either the student or mentor is taken and the other has to go save them, something like that). What’s great about this relationship trope is that it creates a solid base for an impactful story. It might explain where the student gets their ideals, why they’re so strongly committed to their mission, or why the mentor is willing to give up everything they hold true to in order to save one specific person. If done correctly, imagine how painful it would be to the readers if either the mentor or student had to sacrifice themselves for the other. Imagine the arguments. Imagine them crying because they’re sick with worry for the other one.

The thing that sets this relationship apart from the Obi Wan and Luke mentor/student trope is the focus is on the relationship and not either person’s abilities or personal value. Both the mentor and student have to give up aspects of themselves, but they end up with something they value much more. It’s what’s special about both characters. I believe the lack of this relational foundation in most movies and books is why viewers lack interest in the main character’s goal when they’re looking for someone they care about. If the relationship is the backbone of the character’s motives, then it needs to be the backbone of the audience’s reason to cheer the character on.

What sets this apart from romance tropes (other than romance tropes being ridiculously overused) is that this is a relationship trope almost everyone can relate to. Not everybody has fallen in love, but everyone has had an authority figure in their life and many have had authority over someone else. The audience can relate to the characters, and the relationship becomes more real to them. And while there is absolutely nothing wrong with a romance trope when it’s DONE RIGHT, in my personal opinion, a well executed mentor/student trope tops all else. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for middle aged, honor-centered, FLAWED military veterans and rebel teen nuisances becoming each other’s everything. You can judge for yourself.

[fanfictin]

Liz flicks through the Clone Wars for interactions between favourite disaster dad/brother and anger child and also maybe his ‘snippy?’ padawan

1-2

“Anakin, where are you?” said in the most long-suffering voice as obiwan holos anakin and ahsoka in their ship not following orders

1-3

“I hope you know what you’re doing, anakin” “Well, if I don’t, I won’t be around to hear the I told you so” “That’s reassuring...”

1-4

Subtly has never been one of your strong points, Anakin.

Everything I know, I learned from you, Master.

(why does obiwan keep saluting every time he runs from grevious)

You know we have GUNS. You can shoot back ANY TIME. -Anakin

(anakin still calling obiwan Master gives me life)

(also disaster gang really do call each other by Snips and Skyguy, huh)

1-5

“Still here, Anakin? When was the last time you slept?” (FUCK yes,, my favourite trope) [...] “Since then, he vanished.” “Well, unlike you, maybe he’s getting some much-needed rest” (the SASS. the CARE.)

1-6

“Suicide is not the jedi way, Master” asgfgdhkslfhsdalafl out of context that’s hysterical

(anyway none of these episodes are connected i have no idea what the fuck is happening or just happened at any point)

FINALLY some hurt/comfort. the classic “I’ve got a bad feeling about this” and blackout. nice.

awwwww ahsoshka trying to cheer up anakin and anakin just “you can’t replace r2″ i mean he’s right

Ahsoka has a green saber!! bless. love that.

1-7

Rex IS calling Ahsoka ‘Sir’. love it.

“Where’s R2 when i need him” awww ani

okay Grevious’ bodyguards are WAY harder to kill than that,, do you know how many times i have done that level in lego starwars,, I--

“Besides, R2 is more than a droid. He’s a friend.” 0,.0

1-11

ObiWan and Anakin their typical -anakin from the ceiling- anakin: oh it’s you obiwan: This is how you thank me for rescuing you? and THEN-- How am I supposed to become a jedi master if I’m getting caught all the time At least you’re a master of getting caught HYSTERICAL

it’s just Them on a mission. much love. i’m crey. they work so well together. “Why do I even try” that’s the obi wan exasperated abt his padawan that i know and love. crey.

BICKERING WHILE THEY CRASH LAND A SHIP. LOVE.

rock fall!! oh they’re fine. okay well the banter is pretty good and brief panic. 

Anakin, when I tell you to run, Run. Master! You’re alive! And where is your lightsaber? It got knocked out of my hand. By a rock? Yeah. By a rock. You know what would be helpful? A little light. Certainly. -obiwans lightsaber doesn’t work- Silly thing. It was working just a minute ago. You don’t suppose it was hit... by a rock, do you? -obiwan dramatically points a finger and is abt to give his padawan a piece of his mind-

Anaking running away while Obwan is chill,, perfect. ObiWan helps at just the right time. they use the force together to put it down. PERFEDCT.

They get poison gassed and ahsoka rescues them and they just say it was fine I LOVE IT OH MY GOSH DISASTER TRIO

oh my gosh they knew the drinks were poisoned or whatever and switched them and they look so SMUG abt it--

okay write it down, 1-11 absolute favourite 

1-12

okay never mind, they were drugged and wake up together caught. typical.

obiwan holding anger anakin back from yelling at count dooku. amazing.

“Do control your protege’s insolence so I can concentrate” “Anakin.” “WHAT” “Control your insolence. The count is concentrating” THE SASS

oh my gosh a very unusual trio. Dooku just like “I would kill you both rn if i didn’t have to drag your bodies” not bc they’re his enemies but bc of the banter and sass

getting electrocuted then immediately breaking each others bonds and fighting back. yes.

1-13

heck yes. anakin saving everyone and getting hurt himself? ahsoka going back for him? fuck yes. my shit.

so anakin does get hurt. badly. and WHY did i not find this on tumblr?? also,, ahsoka calling him anakin when he’s unconscious? fuck yes.

“I’ve certainly perfected the art of demolishing ships and getting my master killed” oh ahsoka you did so well dear one. she loves her master so much.

Rex does call ahsoka ‘kid’. i love.

the weak person just abt waking up and trying to get up bc danger and the one watching over him being worried and defending him? another favourite trope.

1-14

ooooo a straight up continuation. nice. anakin “you’re still too injured to move” oh the drama

an injury CONTINUING to impeded a character afterwards?? whoa. anakin rlly is the chosen one.

oooo stealth mission, this is exactly how i play a stealth thing like this!

LIGHTSABER GO WOOSH WOOSH BUZZ

1-15

snow time. pls let anakin complain abt the snow. someone get cold. pls. that’s all i ask. but either way, it’s anakin and obiwan mission time together again!

summary: that guy was dumb and i’m glad he died

1-16

anakin smashing several windows to get to obiwan in another tower. yes.

“How did YOU get over here” “I improvised”

1-17

“You seem a bit on edge” [...] “So yes, I’m a bit on edge!! Why aren’t you?” “I’m better at hiding it.” eyyyy

THEY WERE TALKING ON THE COMMS AND THEY JUST RAN INTO EACH OTHER IN A CROSS CORRIDOR and ahsoka just like “Master?”

disaster gang stop a virus and they’re all fine. ..good for them.. i gues.. just kidding, i love them

obiwan trying to calm anakin down abt padme and ahsoka but also knowing that anakin is rlly worried

“You just destroyed 17 defenseless battle driods without suffering a scratch” “18 actually”

1-18

“It was a trap Snips. It wasn’t your fault.” “Take heart, little one. That’s the reality of command” oh anakin you’re almost a good master

1-22

anakin gave his lightsaber to padme as a joke and now he’s trying to fight eithout it lol

he got shocked out and caught lol and padme is like hm can i show affection for an unconscious jedi without ppl thihnking hes my husband

“Please Ani. Wake up” wakes up like okay anyway let’s leave

.

okay it’s gone midnight and i have work and uni interview tomorrow,, that’s s1

[hellowkatey]

Febuwhump Day 21

Prompt: time travel (alternate 7)

Warnings: brief description of minor PTSD episode

Read on AO3! (this one is long so I didn’t spend as much time on reformatting when copying it here) 

Not Much Has Changed, Except for Everything

Anakin is angry. He knows he isn't supposed to be angry because "anger leads to the dark side" and whatnot, but he can't help that he is seething. He should head straight into a meditation room and deal with his anger the way he is trained. Or even lock himself in a training sala and work out his emotions constructively.

Instead, he barges through the door of his apartment, and when his master isn't in the living room or kitchen he barges into his bedroom.

Obi-Wan sits on the bed in a lotus position, a datapad balanced on his knee and a cup of tea in the other hand. He looks up with a raised eyebrow like he expected him to end up here eventually.

"Hello, padawan... what--"

"Don't," Anakin says sharply, so worked up he's bobbing back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You recommended passing me over for trials again."

Obi-Wan's shoulders drop and he rests the mug on his thigh. "Anakin we have talked about--"

"You know I'm ready! I have the highest marks in combat and control of the Force. I even got my grades up in philosophy. How could you do this to me?"

Obi-Wan doesn't answer him a moment, just does the endlessly annoying thing where he ever so carefully and calmly puts away whatever he was doing to give him his full attention. And to make sure I don't throw his hot tea across the room... again.

"Are you going to let me speak a full sentence, or are you just here to yell at me?" Anakin crosses his arms over his chest. It's enough of a response. The Jedi knight sighs. "Anakin, we've talked about this. You are a fine senior padawan and very close to being ready for your trials but as you are very relevantly demonstrating, you still have some work to do on managing your emotions."

"I'm only mad because you went behind my back!"

"Went behind-- " he shakes his head. "I never told you I was going to recommend you for your trials this cycle, I only said you were getting close, and the council agreed with my assessment."

The idea of his master and the council discussing him and how unready he is for the knight trials only pours salt in the wound.

"I basically command my own battalion like a Jedi general at this point. I have done everything you say, and you still treat me like I'm a kid."

"Need I remind you that if you were knighted at your current age, you would be one of the youngest human Jedi knights?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing!"

"I don't mean--I am just saying, you talk as though I'm holding you back from your peers when many of your age-mates are years from being considered for knighthood."

"I don't care about my age-mates?" Anakin huffs.

"You just need more time to mature--" Anakin rolls his eyes. He's heard this exact lecture a billion times from Obi-Wan.

"More time to mature. Much more to learn. Master, just because I don't have a lightsaber up my ass and recite the Jedi Code in my sleep, doesn't mean I'm not ready!"

"Anakin," Obi-Wan's calm demeanor turns colder. A warning tone.

"Where did being the perfect padawan get you anyway? Qui-Gon didn't even try to knight you until you were what, twenty-five?"

"Anakin--"

"And you didn't even do the trials, it was basically just a pity--"

"Enough," Obi-Wan stands from the bed, his tone severe. Immediate regret trickles in at the sight of Obi-Wan's intense stare. He's gone too far. "You're lashing out and certainly not acting like a Jedi Knight. This is not me asking you to be perfect this is me asking you to be reasonable. Think about it in any other way besides The Galaxy vs. Anakin and you'll see you are acting like the child you so desperately don't want to be!"

Anakin doesn't quite know where to go from here because usually Obi-Wan sits there and lets him go on until he runs out of steam or makes a fool of himself. But this time... Anakin has never seen him snap into action and actually fire back so hard. He didn't want to hurt his feelings he was... just frustrated.

"Obi-Wan I--"

"Anakin can we talk about this tomorrow?" he massages his temple with his pointer finger. "My headache is becoming a migraine and you have some meditating to do."

He sighs. Not really wanting to leave things that way, but when Obi-Wan gets his migraines there isn't much talking that can actually happen. He walks over to his dresser and grabs a pill bottle.

"Yeah, Master. Tomorrow." he places the pill bottle in his hand and leaves the bedroom. The door closes behind him.

Obi-Wan probably thinks he's going to bed, but he isn't. Instead, Anakin leaves, taking deep breaths as he walks through the halls of the Temple. The Force is especially pungent today. It feels like he's wading through a foggy bog with all the negative emotions he's stirred up, and meditating in his room isn't going to resolve that. So he heads to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It's a weird time-- the younglings should be at dinner, it's evening briefings for the knights and padawans out on a campaign, and the council is usually in session, leaving the massive fountain room basically empty.

He climbs a few levels up, already feeling better with the mist of the waterfalls against his skin and the activity of climbing. His favorite place is a little nook on the fourth level where an upper fall cascades beside it. The constant water noise is soothing-- something he never thought he'd ever hear when he was a kid. If he's going to do the old-fashioned meditation, it's going to be here. Anakin settles down on the rocks, breathing in slowly and letting the Force saturate around him. With how pushy it's been acting, there's no surprise he's pulled into a good, deep meditation quickly.

Anakin awakes lying on the ground. He doesn't remember falling asleep, but meditation is pretty boring so it's not uncommon for him. He groans, letting his eyes adjust to the light streaming in from the window-- he must have slept here all night... whoops. Hopefully, it's still early or else Obi-Wan will have a whole other reason to be mad at him.

But strangely, when his eyes adjust he realizes he isn't in the Room of a Thousand Fountains anymore. He's laying in the middle of the hallway that leads to the council chambers.

Did someone carry me down or... No that would be difficult and I would have woken up. Maybe I sleepwalked? Anakin has never done that but he supposes there's a first time for everything. He straightens out his wrinkled robes and tries to fix a few parts of his braid that are trying to unravel.

Voices approach. He looks down the hall to see a tall master walking with long strides. Beside him, a little boy trails slightly behind and to the side-- the padawan position. But this boy doesn't look like much of a padawan. His hair is long, unevenly cut and falling into his eyes and down to his collar. If he has a braid, Anakin can't see it. While he wears some Jedi robes, they're mixed with pieces of civilian clothing. A blue undershirt paired with a the standard-issue outer robe and black pants with mismatched patches on both knees. And he's tiny-- concerningly skinny from the way his robe is hanging off of him. The boy's bright eyes snap to him as he stares, and Anakin adverts his eyes from the strange kid.

"Excuse me, padawan," the master says, brushing past him, and Anakin's entire body freezes. The voice is familiar, one he would never forget. He'd been so busy trying to figure out what the heck is going on with the padawan's wardrobe that he didn't get a good luck at the Jedi Master's face. Anakin whirls around.

"Master Jinn?"

The master stops, and turns around, his eyebrow raised. "Yes?" He blinks. This isn't possible. Qui-Gon is dead. Has been for a decade. Qui-Gon steps forward, cocking his head to the side. "Are you well? You've gone pale."

"Yes," Anakin chokes. "Yes, I'm... I'm fine. Just... uh, have you seen Master Windu?"

His brown eyes scan over Anakin critically. "In a council meeting. They should be done soon."

He can't stop staring at the dead master. He looks younger than Anakin remembers. Grays are only beginning to invade his sideburns, and there are far fewer wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and across his forehead. This must be a dream... a really vivid dream... but how could Anakin possibly dream about Qui-Gon if he never knew him at this age?

The realization dawns on him. He looks down at the shaggy padawan. Bright blue eyes shine back, silently watching Anakin's awkward encounter. A blank stare that Anakin would recognize anywhere. "Obi-Wan?" he blurts out.

Now the kid looks alarmed. He can't be older than twelve or thirteen. "Uh, yes..."

"Manners, Obi-Wan. Senior padawans are to be respected, too." Qui-Gon corrects, and the padawan's eyes widen, and then he bows. Master Jinn turns his attention back to Anakin, still looking at him funny. "Where is your master? And what is your name, I'm sorry, I thought I knew most of the senior padawans."

"I, uh, my name is Ani. My master is a shadow, so I'm... gone a lot."

It's a threadbare excuse that any reasonable Master would as follow-up questions to, but Qui-Gon seems to be in too much of a hurry to go through the trouble. He just nods. "Right. Nice to meet you, Padawan Ani, but we must be going. Master Windu should be done momentarily, though, if you wait outside the council chambers.

"Thank you, Master," Anakin replies, bowing. He still can't believe he's really talking to Master Jinn again... and padawan Obi-Wan? This just makes it even weirder. Why is he dressed like that? And how did Anakin get here? When even is here?

It has to be some trick of the Force. There really isn't another explanation. For some reason, it has sent him back in time, and he has a feeling it has something to do with Obi-Wan.

The pair turn and continue on in the direction they were before. He watches them go, Obi-Wan trailing with his head staring at the ground.

"As I was saying, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon says in a low voice, but the acoustics of the vaulted hallways make it sound as though he's talking directly to Anakin. "The council may have accepted you back on probationary status, but I am not yet ready to accept you again as my student. Do you understand this?"

Anakin's brows crease in confusion. The Force must have sent him back in time and to another dimension! If he heard Master Jinn right then... Anakin needs to talk to little Obi-Wan and find out what's going on.

It's harder to track down the kid than he thought it would be. He passes the time by taking a quick lap around the Temple to check out what else is different in this new time-- he figures out it's about two or three years before he's actually born, which is weird. Not much has really changed besides the Temple being much fuller. Like when he first was brought here. His first stop is the Archives, which surprisingly doesn't contain Tiny-Wan. He passes by the mess, the padawan training sala-- nothing. Then he gets an idea.

He strolls into the initiate training sala and smiles. Obi-Wan is on the other side of the room, his back to the door and a training saber in hand. He goes through the Form I katas slowly and smoothly.

As Anakin strolls in, Obi-Wan stops, dropping his saber at his side and turning slowly around. "Oh, hi Padawan Ani," he says in the same Core accent but a few octaves higher. It seems he hasn't had time to change, so he's stripped down to his undershirt and pants, Jedi robes cast to the side. He seems to also have gained a strip of cloth he's fashioned as a headband to keep his hair back. It makes parts of his hair stick up in wild directions. Definitely, a look that isn't characteristic of his usually tidy Master. He tops off the greeting with a polite bow.

"No need to bow when we're not around the Masters, kid. And you can just call me Ani. We're both padawans."

Obi-Wan's eyes drop to the ground, his face falling. He can't get over how young he looks. "Oh... you didn't hear?"

"Like I said, I've been away."

He traces a saber mark on the ground with the toe of his boot. "I, uh, left for a while. My master doesn't trust me anymore."

Out of all the things he expected to come out of Obi-Wan's mouth, this was not one of the possible options he contrived. "Doesn't trust-- I mean, what could you have possibly done?"

"I said I left," he says, his blue eyes snapping up to him with surprising intensity. Anakin raises an eyebrow.

"You're angry."

"I'm not angry."

"You're upset."

Tiny-Wan doesn't reply. Anakin gets another idea. He pulls out his lightsaber and turns down the power into training mode. The kid watches him carefully.

"Wanna spar?"

"Now?"

"Helps blow off some steam so it's easier to meditate later." Anakin ignites his saber, waving around the blue blade in a quick spin. Obi-Wan's long face turns to a grin, and he ignites the training saber again. They stand in opening positions, Obi-Wan sticking with Form I, which makes sense for a thirteen or fourteen-year-old. Anakin decides maybe doing a form he isn't as good at would even things out a little more-- he raises his lightsaber above his head, turning his body to the side and pointing his arm straight out toward Obi-Wan. The kid's eyes widen at the Soresu stance.

In taking a defensive form, Obi-Wan is the first to make a move. He moves swiftly, naturally, testing out the clash of the sabers against one another with simple blows Anakin is meant to easily deflect. He's testing me, Anakin realizes as he keeps pushing him in a tight circle. He lets the kid get warmed up to the spar, giving him a few more offensive moves to mix things up, which seems to excite him.

"Been a while since you sparred?" Anakin asks.

"That obvious?"

"Oh, no, Obi-Wan I didn't mean you were doing bad you just seem... happy to be doing it." The Force is singing right now.

The kid does a slightly more advanced move, grinning wildly. "I've missed fighting with a lightsaber."

Slowly, Anakin is picking up clues. He "left", didn't have his saber with him (or he did and just had nobody to use it against), and whatever he did got him in trouble with the council.

"What form do you wanna learn first?"

"Four!" he says, demonstrating a classic Ataru acrobatic move with his answer, which surprises Anakin enough that Obi-Wan manages a combo move.

Anakin smiles. If only he knew he'd be a master of Soresu a handful of years from now.

"Very impressive, young one. You stayed in shape while away."

Once again, his face falls, and he puts his energy back into the fight. Their actions start picking up, Obi-Wan funneling more of his young energy into quick movements and acrobatics. Though his forms have fallen out completely by this point and turned into less controlled jabs, Anakin is struck with how smart he's fighting. He is selective with diversions and fakes, fighting well enough that Anakin is actually having to put some effort into maintaining his Soresu form. He's strong too. He slams his saber into his with surprising force, but never still long enough for Anakin to return the blow.

It's like he's used to fighting those much larger than him. He uses his size and speed to his advantage, knowing exactly how and where to strike that makes it difficult for Anakin to counter. It's fascinating, and not at all like how Obi-Wan spars now. Anakin even starts to forget who he is crossing swords with after a while until he speaks and the Tiny-Wan accent reminds him.

"You're holding back," he says, his forehead sheening with sweat.

"You're a kid."

"It's harder to practice real sparring when you're fighting like a training droid."

Anger? Taunting? Who is this kid? Anakin smirks at him, and when they reach a lull, he shifts his position into an offensive. Now, let's show him how Ataru is done.

The fight ends minutes later. To Tiny-Wan's credit, he held him off well, but Anakin is a senior padawan, trained by one of the best swordsmen in the Order, and Obi-Wan... well, he hasn't found out he's one of the best swordsmen in the Order yet. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he lays on the training sala floor. Anakin peers over him, and finds a toothy smile on his face.

"That. Was. Awesome!" he says, jumping up. "You moved so fast I couldn't even see you sometimes! You and my master--" he trails off, biting on his lip. His mood deflates. "You and Master Jinn should spar sometime. He also specializes in Ataru."

"Do you feel less upset now, at least?"

He nods. "I have a lot of catching up to do, but it... helped. Thanks, Ani."

Obi-Wan walks over to the bench to get dressed again. As he picks up his robe, his belt falls and clatters against the durasteel bench, making a loud singular bang. He doesn't think much of it until he looks at the padawan and sees his entire body has gone rigid, his eyes darting around the room.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin asks. When he doesn't move, he walks up to him and crouches down to eye level. "Obi-Wan, what's wrong?"

The kid clears his throat, his eyes finally focusing on the senior padawan. "I, uh, nothing, Ani. Just... loud."

Anakin reaches down and picks up the belt. "The noise this made... Did it scare you?"

"Jedi don't get scared."

"That isn't true. What just happened? Your face is white as a sheet."

With a deep, shaky sigh, the padawan sits down on the bench and buries his face in his hands. "It sounded... it sounded like the invasion bell."

"Invasion bell?"

"The scouts would ring it when they were attacking in the night."

"Obi-Wan, I don't know what you're referring to."

"The--The Melida. Or the Daan!" he exclaims, his head popping up from his hands. "They attacked so often in the night, we could never sleep well. What if we missed the bell?"

Cold sweat is beading on his forehead. Anakin has no idea what to say. He puts a comforting hand on his shoulder instead, rubbing softly.

"Hey, hey, you're not there anymore. It was just your belt. You're in the Jedi Temple. You're safe now. Just... breathe."

He guides him through deep breaths in and out-- something that his own master has gotten him through as well. It's strange to be preaching his own tactics back at him, though he doesn't seem to notice. Probably hasn't learned them yet.

Obi-Wan recovers. Finishes getting dressed. Seems embarrassed to have him kneeling beside him rubbing circles on his back from the flush in his cheeks. "I should... go home now. But thanks for fighting with me Ani."

"Anytime, kid. You know, things with your master are going to work out."

Tiny-Wan looks up at him with those big blue eyes. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Obi-Wan leaves with a spring in his step. As soon as he's out of the room, Anakin deflates. How did this kid-- shellshocked and emotional-- become his steadfast master? How has he never heard any of this before? He decides the best way to figure this out is to go talk to the council. Tell them he's here somehow and try to figure out more.

But suddenly the sala starts to sway, and he begins to feel like he's being put under a sleep suggestion. Uh oh. Not now! Not yet! I just need to talk to--

Anakin gasps awake, a headache pounding at his temples and his sleeve soaking wet from falling into the spray of the waterfall. He's back in the room of a thousand fountains, back in his own time period, assumingly, and now with a million questions going through his head. Light is streaming in from the skylights-- he really did spend all night here. He wastes no time jumping up and climbing down the falls.

Obi-Wan is awake when he bursts back into the apartment, sitting at the kitchen table eating sliced fruit. He looks up apathetically when Anakin enters, half soaking wet, only raising an eyebrow. The Obi-Wan blank stare that apparently he's had mastered since he was a kid.

"Where have you been?"

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. "Early start."

"Mmhm." he doesn't sound convinced, but he chooses to stuff another piece of fruit in his mouth instead of questioning him further.

"Obi-Wan..." Anakin doesn't even know where to start. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he says, gesturing to the chair across from him. Anakin sits down slowly. It's early enough that Obi-Wan is still in his nightclothes and his hair an unorderly mess. In this state, Anakin can see a flash of his padawan self, long messy hair, and baggy clothes hanging off him. "What is it?"

"What's the Melida?"

Obi-Wan lowers his fork slowly, "In... In what context?"

"Like... Melida or the Daan. Maybe a war?"

Obi-Wan goes completely still. He stares forward for a long time, not looking at Anakin or anything in particular just staring. What can Anakin do besides sit there and wait for him to say something. Anything.

"Well," he finally says. "Melida/Daan was a planet that had a civil war spanning generations."

"Had?"

"Well, it ended years ago. By a third group that fought against the other two for peace," he swallows dryly. "The Young. Why... Why do you ask, Anakin?"

"Well, I..." he didn't think he'd get this far if he's being honest. From the way Obi-Wan is looking at him, he seems to not have expected this to ever come up. "I heard something. About you as a padawan."

He's quiet for another moment. Not as long as the first, but just as haunting.

"Qui-Gon and I had a mission there when I was thirteen. Master Tahl had gone dark, and we were sent to find her. I saw what was happening on this planet. That children had taken it upon themselves to fight the war their great-great-grandparents waged. And I felt my place was there with them." Obi-Wan stands from the table, walking toward the window that faces out onto the skyline of Coruscant. "Qui-Gon didn't agree with me. He gave me a choice, and I chose to leave the Jedi Order and stay on the Melida/Daan."

"You... left the Jedi?" Anakin whispers in awe. Suddenly Tiny-Wan's cryptic words make sense.

"For about a year, yes. And then my feelings changed. I wanted to return, and we needed the help of the Jedi to lock in peace for the planet so I called Qui-Gon again. And he came for me... not without consequences, though," he mutters the last part.

"You. You left the order?"

"That is what I just told you, yes."

"And Master Jinn... he was hard on you about it?"

Obi-Wan's lips press together into a thin line. "Master Jinn and I were on scant terms before I left. He feared I would turn out like his previous padawan who turned to the dark side."

This almost makes Anakin laugh out loud. Obi-Wan? Turning to the dark side? He literally can't think of a person less likely.

But he thinks about how when he met padawan Obi-Wan his emotions were strong, easily read across his face. He was upset and a little angry and Master Jinn certainly wasn't doing anything to help him with that. Now Anakin feels horrible for what he said to his master the night before. Not only was it out of frustration, but it was also completely incorrect.

"Master, I'm... I'm sorry. For what I said earlier. I didn't... I wasn't--"

"Not many do," he says serenely. "And maybe I should have told you sooner I just..." he shrugs. "I suppose it's not my favorite topic to think about. I was far too young to be in a warzone. And when I returned, my guilt often got the best of me. It took a long time for him to trust me again. It's not a way I wanted you as my padawan to see me."

But when Anakin looks at Obi-Wan now, he isn't let down by this new context. If anything, it makes him respect his master even more. He always believed that Obi-Wan was hard on him because he wanted him to be as perfect as he was... but obviously, Tiny-Wan wasn't the saint he thought him to be, and Master Jinn didn't exactly give Obi-Wan the benefit of the doubt. But now he knows, even if it was just a glimpse, that maybe he knows more about needing to keep emotions under control than Anakin previously thought.

"Will you tell me more Tiny-Wan stories?" Anakin asks, making his master look at him funny.

"Tiny-Wan?  Why are you assuming I was small?"

Because I met you, Master, and you were pretty tiny. "Just... a hunch I suppose."

"Well, I'll have you know I was perfectly average for my age group." he pouts.

"Fine," the padawan groans. "Will you tell me more of your padawan stories?"

Obi-Wan walks into the kitchen and puts a kettle on the range. "I'm sure something of that sort can be arranged."

He watches him pull out two mugs and start to make some tea. He picks out Anakin's favorite as well as some milk-- just the way he likes it. And then his own. He watches his master with a new admiration. This must have been what the Force was trying to lead him to.

[shierak-inavva]

please ma'am i would like to know more about this 'obi wan gets sent to protect padme' au pls 👀

ok

ok so like, i’ve talked about this on twitter and i am gonna bring it here:

basically, my biggest gripe with the AOTC plot is why in the heck did a PADAWAN get sent on a high profile mission like protecting former queen and senator from naboo Padmé Amidala? even palpatine, at the beginning of the movie, mentions ‘master kenobi’ by name as a suggestion for a guard for padmé (and yes we know why, but still) so i went ahead and imagined a ‘what if’ for obi-wan getting sent instead of anakin—since on top of being a ‘familiar’ face that padmé AND her handmaidens trust and who already is a known name on naboo, obi-wan also already has bodyguarding experience under his belt.

now, factoring in that anakin stays at the temple for a bit and obi-wan DOES get like 3 days of vacation for the first time in....his life....then he gets a few days of just actually RESTING--in varykino, of all places, and with padme, who would literally let him rest anyway. so obi-wan gets a mini vacay. he gets to relax in one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy and padmé does, too--they talk about the battle of theed, about the senate, the jedi, about qui-gon, and for a little while obi-wan and padmé both get to just...breathe, and be...people. which is nice, and which tbqfh they both deserve.

there might not be a floating pear at dinner but there would be padmé watching him go through lightsaber forms in the early morning sun (either shirtless or yknow in some light clothes because fuck you i said so)

there's no balcony kiss, but there are some very lingering glances and smiles when the other isn't looking and some 'accidental' hand brushing...because they would ABSOLUTELY be slow-burn. obi-wan and padmé are both adults at this point, and both of them have obligations, obi-wan even moreso. but he's already known what attraction (physical and emotional) is like, what romantic emotions are like--he's not incapable of these things, he’s just reserved about them because he understands them, but his jedi teachings dictate restraint, and release. satine was still a figure in his life--he just made a choice, in the end, and do i think he regrets it? i think here and there he thinks about it, but i don’t think he fully feels regret over it by the time AOTC takes place. i think that comes later, when he sees her again during the clone wars.

now on naboo with padmé, he's faced with the same sort of emotions blooming up, and he would for sure think to himself about the choice with satine, about the jedi order, and about the repercussions there. so he might let himself get a little closer than he ought to, but ultimately nothing really WILD AND OVERT would come of it in AOTC, even if they'd been alone on naboo. there would be some very close calls, i think, for sure, but both of them are very good at keeping themselves guarded and very good at abstaining when necessary. again, these are two grown adults that have lived both of their lives with expectations weighing on them, and a certain behavior and standard expected of them. they aren’t two horny teenagers with nothing to lose and obi-wan would 100% respect padmé’s boundaries without hesitation while she would offer him the same respect, if maybe not so staunchly. padmé is for sure more flexible with her boundaries, but pair the two of them together flirting....i mean that’s a dangerous amount of chemistry right off the bat 👀

meanwhile anakin would be on coruscant and FRUSTRATED. not because he didn't get the assignment, though that would be part of it--the responsibility aspect—no, because they chose someone else to go protect padmé instead of him. hell, they could have sent mace windu and he'd still be frustrated and jealous as all fuck. but he still does as he's told. he just...looks into the dart. checks in more on the bounty hunter aspect of things because he’s SURE that’s a good lead after the zam situation. he's determined to prove himself, and if he can figure out who's trying to hurt padmé then she'll be impressed too, of course. and he wants that. a lot. obi-wan might have been sent to naboo but at this point anakin:

> is still VERY infatuated with padmé

> does not know about obi-wan’s romantic history and likely would assume he’s just boring her to death/that nothing would happen anyways

but instead of just consulting the council or the archives, anakin goes to palpatine.

palpatine offers NO help with the bounty hunter stuff.

but he DOES sow more seeds of jealousy in anakin's horny teen brain, and in the end anakin ends up jetting off of coruscant on his own. the movies just downplayed the everloving heck out of this but you KNOW palps was in anakin’s ear CONSTANTLY about obi-wan and padmé, stirring the pot.

now, anakin doesn't have the contacts that obi-wan does, but he's determined. i'm thinking he probably susses a few things out about the dart via the force; possibly with help from another master. kit? someone would help him focus if he asked. likely kit, or ki-adi, or plo, imo—he gets enough to at least send him looking for a bounty hunter and possibly towards kamino--but then the stuff with his mother comes up.

and he ends up on tattooine, with the lars family.

and shortly after the Sand People Incident™ is when he gets in contact with obi-wan--and padmé insists on seeing what's going on because she senses something is wrong and obi-wan agrees. (you can pry force sensitive!padmé from my cold dead hands) so anakin meets them at the lars homestead, tells them about his visions with the dart, about the bounty hunter and the feelings he got

and what better place than mos eisley to look for someone Seedy?

mos eisley has them run right into jango.

jango leads them to geonosis.

geonosis gets them all caught.

padmé is the one who sends a message to the jedi council about the geonosians and jango fett before she gets captured too--because you know they told her to stay with the ship while they investigate but then they took too long and she was like 'oh boy i better call the cops'.

the arena plays out like it did in AOTC, minus the secret kiss & love declaration. there’s a lot of ‘how did we get into this mess’ and ‘well you two took too long’ and ‘i told you i should have come in as a senator first’ and anakin trying to be very convincingly brave about ‘i’ll get us out of this’ which is aimed directly at padmé. honestly the rest of the movie would be VERY similar; i think whoever assisted anakin with the dart would wind up on kamino when anakin went to tattooine, and from there things progressed with the clones and the army gets to the republic.

but there's no clandestine wedding.

anakin returns to coruscant with the other masters, commended for his work helping the senator and with the dart. obi-wan and padmé likely have a small 'meeting' scene where she thanks him and he tells her he barely did anything—but there's some hand-touching, and some very meaningful looks, and they do kiss, just once. it's soft and quiet and not under the pressure of possibly dying or anything rushed by adrenaline or hormones, it's just a gentle kiss between two people who've had this building up for weeks; and in the end neither one of them apologize, but there's A LOT of body language that says they're into it and would kiss again--but obi-wan steps back, and padmé just smiles, and there's a shared understanding between them even if it's clear there's some amount of wistfulness.

“i hope your trip back to coruscant is safe, master kenobi," she smiles like nothing's just happened, nothing's different.

"and yours, senator amidala. may the force be with you." and he bows, smiling back.

but they do look back at each other again, and everything is different.

and then you get into TCW—and PLEASE imagine all of the tension there because these two AREN’T married, they ARE sneaking around but only a little; obi-wan isn’t near as brazen with things as anakin and he and padmé get enough time together in the first few seasons to really build some THICK tension between them. like i’m talking dangerous rescue missions, them having to fight their way out together, getting smooshed in tight spaces together, S O M U C H accidental touching, SO MANY almost-kisses....and then there’s the clovis stuff, which would play out way differently because obi-wan isn’t the jealous type at all and would absolutely trust padmé; and then satine shows up again and we get a whole arc of obi-wan dealing with these conflicting emotions and padmé coming very close on multiple occasions to just telling him she loves him but! supporting his decision no matter what and respecting his emotions, because she understands, and because she knows love is selfless and not possessive and she wants to be with him...if that’s what he wants, too.

but then satine dies—and she worries about him once he's back from mandalore, and there is possibly some very gentle and sweet comforting for the audience to enjoy 👀 the big season finale after that is maul holding padmé and another senator or two hostage and it's an ultra close call but maul dips out, bc it was just bait—and the season ends with him admitting as clearly as he can in Obi-Wan Terms™ that he loves her and padmé reciprocating. they kiss and it's very sweeping and dramatic, but now maul knows kenobi has yet another weakness uh oh...

anyways honestly all of this leads to ROTS being about anakin dealing with the jealousy that palpatine’s been feeding into: jealousy towards obi-wan about padmé, and about being overshadowed. it’s about anakin feeling like he can never have enough, about wanting more and more, about obsessive love and doubt—and when it turns out padmé is pregnant, anakin’s suspicions get confirmed and he turns to palpatine yet again.

IDEALLY padmé survives this movie and she and obi-wan go into hiding together with the twins, (or their child? i mean this is for sure up to interpretation for this specific au) and anakin/vader combs the galaxy for them, resulting eventually in padmé’s death and the separation of the twins, and giving some actual meaning to leia remembering her mother in ROTJ.

so yeah i just. have a lot of feelings about things and at any given moment i can and will talk your ear off about ‘what if’ scenarios like this hdkdjdk 😭💦

[dameronology]

the come and go {obi-wan x reader} - two

back to you 

in this chapter: several months after leaving the temple, you’re beginning to make a name for yourself outside of being a jedi. when a job takes you back to coruscant, your curiosity gets the better of you and you end up slipping right back into the grips of obi-wan kenobi

warnings: implied smut, swearing

the song for this chapter is why we ever by hayley williams! i hope you enjoy :D 

- jamie

The galaxy beyond the four walls of the Jedi Temple was much darker than you realised. 

You could handle it - of course you could handle it. You had the wit and the determination to make the galaxy your bitch if you tried hard enough. Having witnessed enough atrocities in your time as a Jedi, you’d grown a thick skin and learnt to deal with even the toughest of times. Even now, without your lightsaber, you could handle it. You could handle anything. 

You’d been to Yavin. You’d been to Tatooine. You’d been to Naboo. Heck, you’d been to any planet with less-than-stellar cantinas, any planet where gang members and the scum of the galaxy frequented. Your combat skills that you’d learnt in your training were useful for doing their dirty work - 500 credits here for chasing up a debt, 500 there for beating up a guy who slept with another’s wife. It wasn’t solid work nor was it legal work - but it paid the bills and it was a good go between until you’d found your true calling. 

It felt like Obi-Wan Kenobi was your true calling. Every time something good happened, you wanted to call him and tell him. Every time you felt like the galaxy was chewing you up and spitting you out whole, you wanted him to hold you in your arms and hold you till you were better. But you couldn’t. He was back at the Temple in Coruscant and you were on the other side of the galaxy, as far from as you’d ever been. You could certainly feel the distance now. Being far away from him was the only proven way to weaken your Force connection - or at least you were trying to convince yourself of it. 

You eventually settled on Corellia - settled was a strong word, actually. You rented a small apartment in a high-rise tower block, intending it only to be for a few weeks until you’d worked out what you were doing. Your future had become a lot more uncertain now - until a few months ago, you weren’t convinced you’d ever have the courage to leave. You’d certainly thought about it (all the time in fact, assuming you weren’t daydreaming about a certain Jedi) but you didn’t think you’d ever do it. 

Meanwhile, life in Coruscant went on. Things were practically the same as they had been before you left - just much quieter. There was no-one to yell at the Council or stomp around or to slam doors. Your quarters were now left empty and Obi-Wan felt his chest tighten slightly whenever he walked past them.

He had a lot of regrets. He regretted not letting you have your way with Kit’s killer. He regretted telling you to separate your emotions from your work. He regretted not convincing you to stay - or maybe he regretted not going with you. Above all, however, he regretted letting himself think that you were a permanent fixture in his life; that someone as fleeting and evanescent as you would ever stay in a place as restrictive as the Jedi temple. Obi-Wan didn’t know if you were a free soul or a lost soul. Either way, you were gone. 

Almost seven months to the day that you left, you ended up taking a job that would lead you to Coruscant. That hadn’t been part of the original plan but the person whom you were tailing for unpaid debts had fled Corellia and you needed this pay out. Your rent wasn’t cheap and jobs were far and few. If you had to hitch a lift to your former home planet to catch the guy and get your wages, you were willing. 

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would recognise you. You were in downtown Coruscant, surrounded by the sort of cantinas and motels that nobody from the Jedi temple would ever willingly go near. The people you used to know remembered you in your neat robes and with your lightsaber; your hair was longer now, more unruly and tied back off of your face. Despite wearing your kyber crystal on a chain around your neck, the weapon was long deserted. 

You followed the man to a small bar - it was closer to the temple than you were comfortable with but you’d come this far. He was sitting a few booths away from you, engaged in conversation with a woman who you were almost certain was being paid for her time. You were closely watching him, your cold beer resting in one hand and the other gently tapping against the table. 

This wasn’t good for your Force connection - no, this was bad. A catastrophe, in fact, because you could feel Obi-Wan Kenobi the minute you stepped onto the planet and you knew you were in trouble. But your need to finish the job outweighed that - you had to live and you had to eat. You’d ignored your feelings for seven months; how hard could a few more hours be? 

Hard. Very fucking hard indeed.

The temptation to up and ditch the job was almost overwhelming. You were so close to him - an hour's walk from the temple at most, less if you could find a speed bike. What if you just went to check on him? You didn’t even have to talk to him. You just wanted to see him, to make sure that he was okay and -

Stop, dammit. 

You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You wouldn’t.

Unless -

-No. 

But just a tiny peak? 

Yeah, let’s go with that. 

It wasn’t like it was hard. Your Force connection was still achingly strong, even seven months after you left this planet. All it took was you thinking of him and you could feel his emotions, clear as the day you had left him. 

You regretted it the minute you did it - his feelings were clear and strong; pure and put together, as they always had been. The only time you could recall them being jumbled was during the first month or two of your relationship; after that, they were crystal clear and bright as day - filled with love and lust-

-Wait. Love. 

As far as Obi-Wan was concerned, you were miles away. Worlds away, in fact. It had been seven months and there was no way his feelings for you were still that strong. Equally, how likely was it that they were feelings for someone else? Which was worse? You weren’t sure. It wasn’t any of your business anyways, you were no longer together. You were here to focus on the mission, not on your Jedi. The Jedi. He wasn’t yours anymore. 

But letting go wasn’t your strong point. 

That’s exactly why you were standing outside of the Jedi temple fifty-seven minutes later, heart pounding in your chest and fists balled up into your palms; your target back at the bar was long forgotten and so was the payment. This was more important. 

You didn’t know where Obi-Wan was. The temple was big but more to the point, you couldn’t go inside to check. All you could do was reach out via Force connection and hope - pray - that he would pick up on it, that he would feel you. 

‘What are you doing here?’

A small gasp escaped your lips when a warm hand touched your shoulder. You spun around on your heel, eyes widening. 

(That solved that problem at least). 

It was Obi-Wan Kenobi in all his bearded glory, looking as wonderful as ever - perhaps a little more tired but still undeniably handsome. His hair was a little longer, a few strands falling at the front into his blue eyes. Your natural reaction was to reach forward to push them back, a gesture that was all-too-familiar for both of you. The only thing that stopped you was the presence of a woman on his arm. 

‘Obi-Wan.’ You hadn’t said his name in months. It felt alien on your lips. ‘I - hi.’ 

For a split second, you thought he might have purposefully sought you out; that he’d felt your connection and tried to follow it. It wasn’t a far-fetched thought either; it was quite literally what you had done. 

But then you realised that you stood in front of the entrance to the Temple; if there was somewhere where you were going to cross paths, this was it. The chances of him being because of you were much lower than him being here simply because.

‘What are you doing here?’ Obi-Wan asked. 

Don’t falter. You’d made it this far.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you quirked your eyebrow and gave him a small smile. ‘It’s nice to see you too.’

Was he angry that you were here? Mad, because you’d rocked up after all these months without so much as a warning or a message? 

Obi-Wan had initially doubted himself when he’d felt your presence back on Coruscant. He’d told himself he was simply imagining it, that it was a figment of his grieving. But it was you. You were here, stood outside the temple, your forehead littered with beads of sweat as you panted to try and catch your breath. The lights of the building reflected off of your glistening skin, illuminating you in a golden glow; the same light you’d been cast under the first time he realised he had feelings for you. 

He couldn’t find the words. What the hell was he meant to say? It was a moment he hadn’t stopped thinking about for the last seven months, but now that you were, stood in front of him in all your sarcastic beauty he’d lost the ability to talk. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that to him.

‘He asked you a question.’ The woman - whose presence you noted, but put a pin in for later - cleared her throat. 

You broke your gaze with Obi-Wan, eyes falling to her. She was a tall woman - blonde and boney with a sort of skeletal grace. She was wearing an intricately decorated dress, clearly something to imply that she was in a position grandeur. It made you take a look at your own torn jeans and muddy boots, making you feel as though she were the Queen and you were simply the jester of her court. Fucking brilliant. 

‘Work.’ You simply replied, eyes barely leaving her form as they trailed it up and down.  ‘I had a spare moment and I had to see you, Obi. I know turning up after seven months of nothing is fucked up, and I know-’

‘- this isn’t a conversation we should have out here.’ The Jedi cut you off.  ‘I’m happy to see you. I really am - you just caught me at a bad time.’

‘Right.’ You murmured. ‘Who’s your pal?’

‘Satine Kryze. Duchess of Mandalore.’ The woman stuck her hand out for you to shake. You simply looked at it, giving her a curt nod. 

You didn’t like her. You didn’t like her one bit - maybe it was because she was clinging onto the arm of the man you loved most in the galaxy. Maybe it was the way she looked at you with pity, nose turned up at the sky as if to say what a poor little girl. It was probably irrational to make your mind up about her so soon. 

But rationality had never been your strong point. 

‘Nice to meet you.’ You replied. 

You knew exactly who she was. She was the leader of Mandalore, a high-ranking politician and the first woman that Obi-Wan Kenobi had ever been in love with. 

‘I’ve heard lots about you.’ Satine replied.

‘I’ve heard nothing about you.’ You smiled. 

Obi-Wan glanced between the two of you, wondering how such venom could be hidden in such polite words. God, women could be fucking terrifying. 

‘Just...wait.’ He stepped forward, the cogs and gears in his brain finally accepting that this was reality and not an odd pipe dream. ‘Give me ten minutes - wait here and we’ll talk. Please?’

‘Right.’ You nodded. ‘It was nice to meet you, Sabine.’

--

Fifteen minutes later, you were perched on the end of Obi-Wan’s bed as he paced in front of you. His room was still quintessentially the same - a little emptier now that you’d cleared all your things out - but it was still warm and familiar. The temptation to fall back into his bed and fall asleep was bordering on overwhelming. 

‘You can’t turn up after seven months and be so rude and so jealous and to royalty no less - are you even listening to me?’ 

Truthfully speaking, you’d just been watching his mouth move. His words had simply gone in one ear and out the other, floating off into the air, never to be heard or acknowledged. Your brain still hadn’t processed the fact that he was here, that he was standing right in front of you. Everything you’d wanted over the last few months was right here. 

You were the closest you’d been since you left - yet, between the presence of the Duchess and Obi-Wan’s sudden iciness towards you, you’d never felt further apart. You’d preferred being on the other side of the galaxy to this because being together physically but apart emotionally was fucking with your head, sending you into overdrive and wondering if leaving the Order had been a good idea at all. 

What if you’d just stayed? What if you’d just sucked it up and swallowed your pride for Obi-Wan? 

‘No.’ You shook your head. ‘I’m not.’

‘You are so frustrating.’ He declared, running a hand through his hair. It was a little bit longer now. 

‘Yeah, we covered that quite well.’ You reasoned. ‘I wasn’t even going to come here. I was here for work-’

‘-work?’

‘That’s something for another time.’ You replied, before standing up to step closer to him. ‘I wasn’t even going to think about you but I could feel how close you were and I thought if I just reached out for a moment that it wouldn’t hurt but it did. It really fucking hurt.’

‘I knew you were here the minute you arrived.’ Obi-Wan admitted. ‘You came at the worst time.’

‘Look around.’ You flailed your arms over-dramatically. ‘No time is a good time right now.’

‘So why did you come here?’

‘This is going to sound so fucking ridiculous but I could feel through the Force that you were...you know. With someone else.’

‘That was I what?’ It was his turn to take a step closer to you now. 

‘In love.’ You gulped. ‘Now I see why - Satine is here. She was your first love and it makes sense.’

‘Oh, darling.’ Obi-Wan reached out a hand, letting it gently ghost against the side of your cheek for a moment. They were soft - perhaps a little calloused from years on the job. ‘You’ve got it all wrong.’

‘I literally saw you with my eyes!’ You reminded him. ‘You and her, canoodling.’

‘Satine is here on business.’ He explained. ‘She’s still quite fond of me but I am not in love with her.’

‘That’s worst, then!’ You swatted his hand away. ‘You’re in love with somebody else and flouncing with around-’

‘- it’s you, you idiot!’ He cut you off. ‘I’m still in love with you. That’s what you were feeling. My love for you.’

Oh. Well that certainly complicated things. 

You dropped your arms to your side, mouth forming an O-shape. This was not an eventuality you had prepared for. The whole way over here, you’d been preparing yourself for the worst; for seeing your man with somebody else. You never anticipated the fact that you might have been the source of his love. 

‘But I hurt you.’ You murmured. ‘I packed my shit and I left and I hurt you, Obi.’

‘I know.’ He replied. ‘I have not stopped thinking about you. I have not stopped wondering about you or daydreaming about you or hoping that you would come back.’

Your eyes fell to the floor. ‘Why?’

‘Because it’s you.’ He gave your hand a light squeeze. ‘You’re stupid and you’re brash and you’re wreckless - not to mention rude to people you’ve just met - but it’s you. That’s the only way I can possibly explain it and that doesn’t even scratch the surface.’ 

‘So you love me and not Satine?’

‘What’s your problem with Satine?’ 

‘Don’t act like you wouldn’t take issue with my first ever love suddenly rocking up on my arm.’ You muttered. 

‘Why would I take issue with myself?’

That was when Obi-Wan finally kissed you, any or all fucks about the past, present and future having gone out the window. So what if you had spent the better part of half a year trying to move on? So what if you swore you would never do this again? 

‘I love you.’ You murmured against his lips, hands gently playing with his hair. 

Saying it was a bad idea, because you were supposed to be leaving again in the morning. You had a whole new life on Corellia - a job, an apartment - but your old one was dragging you back. It had sunk it’s claws into you and yanked you into the past, right back into the irresistibly warm arms of one Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

(And right back into his bed as well). 

-- 

You woke up the next morning practically on top of the Jedi. You were strewn across him; chest to chest, skin to skin. He had one arm wrapped around your back, hands clutching onto you as though you could have slipped away again at any moment. His chin was resting on top of your head, your face buried in the crook of his neck. 

For a split second, you thought that you were dreaming. The moment was too perfect; there was a cool breeze blowing the curtains back, the morning glow of the Coruscant sunrise streaming through the window and casting Obi-Wan in an almost angelic glow. Fitting. 

Last night was the best night of your life. 

(It was also the biggest mistake of your life.) 

Would it have been inhumane to slip from his grip now - to sneak out the temple and hitch a lift from the port back to Corellia? You could have left last night as the perfect goodbye. The final chapter in the story of you and Obi-Wan. There would be no sequel; just a closed book with a heartbreaking but hauntingly realistic ending. 

‘Good morning.’ Obi-Wan mumbled into your hair. 

No, you couldn’t leave. Not now. Maybe not ever. 

‘Good morning indeed.’ You peeked up at him from your position on his chest, offering him a sleepy smile. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, body untensing slightly when he realised it was still early. ‘You got somewhere to be, Kenobi?’

‘Satine is leaving today.’ He replied, large hand softly pushing back a few strands of your hair. ‘I promised I’d have breakfast with her.’

‘She does know that you’re not together, right?’ You asked. 

‘She knows.’ He nodded. ‘I suppose I should ask you the same about us.’

You sat up, pulling the sheet over your torso as you did. You wanted to answer the question with an enthusiastic yes, to forget about the last few months and just continue as you had - but it wouldn’t work. You couldn’t come back to Coruscant and you certainly couldn’t come back to the Temple. Everything that made you break-up in the first place still existed; you’d just chosen to ignore it for the sake of one night. 

‘You know the answer to that question.’ You murmured. 

‘I don’t think I do.’ Obi-Wan softly replied. 

‘I...I can’t come back here.’ Dropping back against the headboard, you let your eyes wander up to the ceiling.

If you did come back, if you gave up everything - your dreams of exploring the galaxy, dreams of finding your place outside of this godforsaken Jedi order - then you’d forever kick yourself for it. You were a lot of things but you were never going to be the girl who strayed away from her own choices in pursuit of a guy...even if he was the greatest one in the universe. At the same time, however, you would always kick yourself for walking away from him. 

You’d tried to turn your back on him, to walk away - and given how you’d woken up naked in his bed, you could see for yourself how well that had gone. Terribly. Awfully. It probably couldn’t have gone worse if you tried but at the same time, you weren’t sure if it could have gone better. 

You didn’t know who was in charge of this stuff - in charge of fate and love and destiny. Was it a higher power? The maker of the universe? An all-knowing, ominous son-of-a-bitch who decided that you were going to have it hard? Whoever they were, you were convinced of one thing: they were a huge fucking moron for sending you tripping and falling back into the arms of Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

‘We could try.’ Obi-Wan murmured. ‘We should try.’

‘How?’ You tilted your head to face him. ‘How could we possibly do that?’

‘We’d find a way.’ He replied. ‘You have a way of bending the rules - of bending reality - to get what you want.’

‘Why should we have to...bend reality to get what we want?’ You asked quietly. ‘Just talking about it is exhausting.’

You stood up from the mattress, wrapping the sheet around your waist as you did. The white material fell around your feet as they hit the floor, traipsing across the ground as you fumbled about to find your clothes. The sooner you got dressed and got out, the less time Obi-Wan had to convince you to stay. 

‘You didn’t come all this way to Coruscant for a one night stand.’ You heard his feet on the floor as he followed you to the other side of the room, forcing you to turn and look at him. 

‘I don’t know why I came to Coruscant.’ You replied. ‘I was so afraid of you being in love with someone else that I forgot all the reasons why you shouldn’t be in love with me.’

‘I can’t think of a single reason why I shouldn’t love you.’ His words were soft, barely a whisper and you could feel them more than you could hear them, gently floating through the air like butterflies against your cold skin. 

‘I’m stubborn-’

‘- passionate-’

‘- and rude-’

‘ - fiery-’

‘- and impulsive-’

‘- spontaneous.’

You lightly whacked him in the shoulder. ‘Stop doing that!’

‘If you saw yourself the way I saw you then you would understand why I want this to work.’ Obi-Wan softly ran his hands down your arms, intertwining your fingers. ‘And I know you want to give the whole I need to work out who I am speech but...have you ever considered that you might be able to work it out on Coruscant?’

‘Say if I did stay.’ You said. ‘How would it work? I can’t live here. Mace Windu would drop kick me out the window if he saw me.’

‘You could get an apartment.’

‘I can’t afford an apartment.’

‘We could get an apartment. I’ll pay half, you pay half.’

‘I can’t get a job here.’

‘There are plenty of jobs here. It’s Coruscant.’

Obi-Wan was smart - quick-thinking, responding to every one of your concerns with something that made a painful amount of sense. His words were fast, almost like bullets from a gun that blew a hole in any reason you had. 

Damn him for making so much fucking sense.

It couldn't have hurt to try. You weren’t staying because of him - you were staying because Coruscant had a lot to offer. You’d initially left in such a rush that you hadn’t considered what else the city had to offer. You could give it a chance - give him a chance. 

‘What about the code?’ You asked. ‘It was okay back then because I was breaking it too but now-’

‘- I’ll meet you halfway.’ He gave your hands a light squeeze. ‘You leave Corellia for me and I’ll disregard the code for you.’

‘...I guess that’s fair.’

‘So you’ll do it?’ Obi-Wan sounded almost as though he were in disbelief. 

‘I’ll make you a deal.’ You said. ‘I’ll stay here for two months. Explore my options and my relationship with you - and if it isn’t working then we call it a day. No more Force connection. No more checking in on each other.’

‘And if it goes well?’

‘Then I’m all in.’ 

[greenygreenland]

Padawan Pt 1: (platonic) Anakin & Reader [unedited]

-remember how I said I'd make a post about having Anakin as your master after Ahsoka's leave?

-yeah it's been like a month but here ya go

-you're a stone-cold girl because you haven't had anyone to melt your heart yet

-you're also insecure

-tell me if you want more of this pleaseeeee because the arc after Ahsoka leaves is the one with Fives and the chips (and send some dialogue prompts or ideas)

Summary:

After Ahsoka leaves the Order, Anakin's assigned a new padawan. The Council thinks it's a 'good' idea to help Anakin move on (their decision was influenced Palpatine). What they don't know was that this was another layer to Palpatine's plans for the future (more loss = more pain = more dark side anakin).

Anakin was angry--no, infuriated. How dare they? How dare the Council think anyone could replace Ahsoka? They could give him fifty thousand different kids to train, but none of them would ever amount to the value Ahsoka held. Why? Because they'd never be enough to fill that hole in his battered heart.

Anakin didn't know who this '(Y/n) (L/n)'was, but he heard enough tea from the younglings to know that she would only be a burden. They called her 'Bean Bag' because she was tossed through a few different hands, or masters in this scenario. Some couldn't handle her, some died in battle, and others straight-up dumped her back at the Jedi Temple. No one knew the true reasons as to why (Y/n) almost never had a permanent master, besides the Council.

And it so happened that they decided to assign (Y/n) to Anakin Skywalker.

"Oh no." Anakin grumbled with a humourless chuckle. "I'm not having another padawan. I don't need one, and I'm not good with kids. Either way, isn't she a little too old to not have a master?" Obi-wan placed a hand to his chin from where he sat in the rounded room. "Fifteen is not that old Anakin. You know that most padawans aren't chosen until they're about thirteen fourteen. (Y/n), on the other hand, was first chosen at a younger age."

"Eleven." Windu interjected. "She was chosen at a eleven." Anakin's eyes widened. "That's too young." Windu looked like he had eaten a whole lemon. "That is exactly what I said. (Y/n)'s first master saw potential in her though, and argued that her age helped her see the galaxy through s 'different lens'. She trained her well, but fell in battle. After that, (Y/n) found a new master."

Obi-wan folded his hands together and said, "He was not as kind. When we found out about his mistreatment, we transferred (Y/n) to yet another master. He was most definitely kinder, but also fell in battle." Anakin knitted his brow together as Obi-wan continued. "The master after that also fell in battle, so..."

"You thought I'd be her next master?" Anakin grumpily finished. Obi-wan's gaze softened like butter on a hot day. "Try to understand, Anakin. It would be a waste to send (Y/n) back to the temple. She is immensely strong with the Force and needs someone to teach her the qualities she needs."

"Which is...?"

---

"Confidence and trust." Anakin said. "That's what I'm told you needed help with. And according to Obi-wan, I'm the 'perfect candidate' to help." He wanted to roll his eyes so far that they'd disappear into his skull. Why was he doing this again? Oh right, because the Council said so. Not because he accepted (Y/n) as his padawan.

"Correct...Master." she firmly said. Although (Y/n) didn't look the least bit timid, he saw it in her eyes. The uncertainty in her deep (e/c) hues along with her subtle body language was enough of a tale to give him her life story. She had emotional trauma. Period. Anakin's brow crinkled as he eyed (Y/n) carefully. She didn't dress in the traditional robes like the other Jedi. Instead, she wore a fitted long sleeved shirt with a hexagontal shape on the chest, a belt, leggings, and knee-high boots.

For someone lacking confidence, she sure had the audacity to stand out.

"All I have to say is that confidence and trust can't be taught. It's learned through experience and time." he announced. (Y/n) obediently nodded, and it was then that Anakin saw her as a soldier. The way she stood at attention was stiff and rigid, just as his men stood when he gave orders.

"Stop standing like that." Anakin grumbled. "It's disturbing." (Y/n) relaxed her stance a bit, but her expression remained rock-solid. Anakin wanted to point that out because he was so uncomfortable in her presence. It wasn't that she came off as a creep, no, far from that. When Anakin looked into her eyes, he saw a fragment of himself, of that little fiery hot hatred he so deeply resented when he looked in the mirror.

"I suggest you get to know the 501st. They won't just be under my command, but yours too." Anakin motioned to the camp a few feet away. Trees loomed over the tents and supplies, casting long shadows and an eerie darkness over the site. The forest used to be a camp ground, but because of the Separatist occupation, it was now a battlefield. "Very good, Master. I will get to know the 501st." (Y/n) said with a bow. Anakin raised a brow as she scurried off into the camp. Very good, Master? Who the heck says that these days? A soft sigh escaped Anakin's lips. Just what was the Council thinking?

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to expect as she made her way into the campsite. Glares, frowns, and looks of sympathy were all she got in the past from her men, but these boys? They were different because they were under the command of General Skywalker. The 501st was a creative bunch, and so was their General, which was all the more reason to believe them to be open minded.

Or so (Y/n) hoped. The men didn't exactly react to her presence. Maybe they were too busy, or didn't care to acknowledge her presence. Whatever the reason, it made (Y/n)'s shoulders slump. For all she knew, they wouldn't like her. She had a very demanding presence, an eternal stone-cold face, and eyes as scorching as Mustafar.

"Hey Kid!"

(Y/n) hesitantly turned to face the clone. Although his eyes were warm and bright, a hefty tone lay beneath. It was clear the clone with the tattoo had been through a lot, but what clone hadn't? (Y/n) tried her best to offer a smile and said, "Greetings." She took note of the group of onlooking boys sat on crates under a tent.

"Are you our new commander?" the clone amiably questioned. (Y/n) nodded. "Yes." She didn't fail to notice the boys in the background gawking. "I'm (Y/n) (L/n). Pleasure to meet you...?"

"Uh, Jesse. The name's Jesse." He seemed to shrink under (Y/n)'s gaze. "Those boys over there are Fives, Kix, Tup, and Dogma." (Y/n) peered over Jesse's shoulder and offered a good-natured wave. The boys waved back and a tense beat of silence settled over everyone. "Do you want to sit with us?" Fives inquired. "It's lunch time, and we have all the rations here." He patted a crate next to him with a kind smile. Jesse made his way over to his brothers, (Y/n) in tow.

Jesse took a seat by Kix while (Y/n) sat next to Fives. She wasn't sure how to feel about that since she rarely sat next to anyone. Her shyness was partially to blame, along with the anxiousness that came with talking to people. Someday, (Y/n) knew she had to get over that. That someday so happened to be today.

Tup handed (Y/n) a pack of rations. His soft expression reminded (Y/n) that she was a Jedi, not some scared, awkward teenager. "Are you fresh out of the temple?" he questioned. It was an ice-breaker to get to know her--after all they'd see her everyday from now on--but what Tup didn't know was how touchy the subject would be. (Y/n) forced a calm exterior. "No. I've had my fair share of masters."

Fives raised a brow. "So you've had multiple masters? Never thought that was a thing." (Y/n) nonchalantly ripped open her ration packet. "Well, now you do. I just hope this one will be better than the last." No one pushed the topic any further. It didn't take a Jedi to understand how heavy the atmosphere had become.

"Your name's (Y/n) (L/n), right?"

(Y/n) eyed Fives as if he were her prey. Her sharp gaze burnt holes into his face, but he didn't seem to care. "Yeah."

"Isn't that like, a Mandalorian clan?"

(Y/n) humourlessly snorted. "And what if it is?" Although she looked absolutely calm on the outside, her heart seemed to shatter within. She knew her clan to be prestigious and powerful, but not well-known. What was she, a celebrity? (Y/n) didn't want the attention.

What kind if warrior begs for mercy?

It was all so much because what if the clones didn't like her for her after this?

You're Mandalorian?

What if they started treating her differently?

Why don't you start acting like it?

What if...

"I should--" (Y/n) forgot what she wanted to say. Her cool front melted as she lamely fiddled with the packet in her hands. Gosh, what was wrong with her? Why was she being so weak?

"I apologise if I offended you Commander." Fives said. (Y/n) frowned. "I-no. No, it's not your fault." A short, tired sigh escaped her lips. "Ni cuy' an di'kut." Tup knitted his brows together as if he were hurt. "Why would you say that? You're not stupid." (Y/n)'s eyes widened. "You understood that?"

Jesse smiled. "You get bored of the battlefield every now and then. It's good to make use of time."

"And it makes it a hella lot easier to spill the tea." Fives added. The mood seemed to lift as (Y/n) watched the clones' interactions. The way they punched each other in the shoulders and teased was always a relationship (Y/n) craved to have. It was unfair how clones always had each other to lean on. (Y/n)?

She had no one but herself.

PT 2

[mandaloriangf]

"Rey being an Nobody was truly the one interesting thing in the Sequels! That a person can come from nothing, and rise to be a hero! Its such an inspiring message, and JJ ruined it"

Inspiring? Yes.

There is a problem with that statement, however. Its not an innovative idea, especially in Star Wars.

Anakin Skywalker was a literal nobody, born from nothing. He might have a prophecy tied to his name, but outside of the Jedi themselves, and Sith, Anakin was a literal Nobody to 90% of the Galaxy's population. Just one more Jedi amongs many. And after Order 66, his name and what little history of him was known to outsiders, was cast into oblivion. Labeled a traitor, like all the Jedi.

Luke Skywalker, as a result, is also a Nobody.

Then we have Ahsoka Tano, Obi-wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Ezra Bridger and just about every Jedi/Force Sensitive in history.

Then we have non Jedi like Han Solo, Chewbacca, Din Djarin, Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, etc. I could go on.

Then we got a whole overwhelming list of characters from Legends.

The reason why "Rey Nobody scene" has only earned shrugs from people, while "I am your father" has withstood time, is because of WHO these messages and plot twists were aimed at.

Rey being told she is a nobody, is a messaged made exclusively to earn a gasp from the audience, not Rey herself. The scene and "revelation" falls apart when put side by side with TFA, were "Who" Rey's parents were didn't even matter to her. All that was in her mind was to See them again, if waiting on Jakku would give her that, she would wait. Then TLJ suddenly has her be borderline clingling to the idea they must be very important, and then being sad they were nobodies? An organic follow up to TFA would have had her try to seek them out, who cares if they are big deals or otherwise. Heck even being told "They abandoned you because they feared and hated you" would have made sense as a shocking twist, since Rey has shown nothing but love towards them, "how can they be people who hate her if Rey shows such positive thoughts of them?"

As it stands, Rey Nobody holds no ground, has a brittle and nob existent foundation, which is why it was sooo freaking easy to do a switch in TROS, albeit a really bad one (made her a Palpatine), but one nontheless.

By comparison "I am your father" scene has a solid foundation, built from the first installment, with the effects having an impact mainly FOR Luke and his world view. Since ANH Luke has had this Heroic and Noble image of his father in his head thanks to Obi's tales. He grew to hate Vader for taking Obi wan and, by association with the Empire, his aunt and uncle and home. The Empire hurt him, they hurt his friends and family, and he would not forgive them. So to be told that the very hero he grew up believing in was actually the very monster who took everything from him? It shattered his world view, his beliefs shaken, even his trust in Obi wan and Yoda was shaken. Which led to change in Luke, and how he affected the story and people around him.

What did Rey's scene do to her as an individual? Because she remains the same from start to finish, so does everything else.

A hero not tied to some big name bloodline is nothing new, not in Star Wars or anywhere. And preaching that it is, is to be outright ignorant.

Sorry about the long rant. Its just this topic really ruffles my feathers.

the biggest problem with her individual story in tlj (besides the way it annoyingly ties into kylo’s) is that everything about it is for the audience like you said. rey never cared who her parents were until rian started writing the story. she only cared about waiting for them and then ended up finding a family of her own.

[oceanera12]

Star Wars x Percy Jackson

Okay so this was a LOT harder then I thought it was going to be on the account that literally everyone in the GFFA is related to one another. So for the sake of my sanity (and yours) let’s just assume that no one is related so I can figure out what kriffing Olympian attributed to them (also we are keeping them all Greek to save me that headache)

Also to keep my sanity I split everyone up by Trilogy/TV Show so just assume each each are a new generation (with some overlapping)--

Also I’m not doing everyone because there is way too many kriffing characters so get ready for highlights and personal favorites. If you have anyone to add, comment or feel free to add! (Last “also”, promise! I stuck mostly with the big twelve to, you guessed it, preserve my sanity!)

Prequels:

Yoda is from Dionysus cabin--FIGHT ME ON THIS. I could not figure out why he talks like he does and came to the conclusion is he is definitely “drunk” on Kool-Aid. Also I like the idea of him growing vines and plants because of Dagoba. He is a camp councilor that’s been around for longer than anyone can remember by Chiron likes him well enough.

Mace is a child of Hades. ... I honestly don’t know why, but as soon as that image popped into my head I accepted it. Maybe it’s because of his stoic personality or maybe the fact he fights in a very angry style, to which I say, “skeletons ripping up from the earth”.

Qui-Gon-- for some bizarre reason the idea of Hypnos popped into my head and I now I cannot get it to leave me alone. So Qui is from Hypnos cabin. He gets a lot of sleep and even more visions of the future (such as a very powerful half-blood coming to camp and he’s now determined to find that kid)

Obi-Wan was tricky. I debated between a lot of cabins and none of them seemed to work for him. I finally settled on Hephaestus, which seems weird but let me explain. Obi-Wan feels like someone who would totally be into arts and crafts, if he could have. Hephaestus cabin usually has a good head and are quite smart

Anakin is from Zeus Cabin. Did you expect anything less? This kid is Mr. Lightning summoning, sword wielding, insane power with way too many emotions. (It was either that or Hephaestus but... “Chosen One” and all that)

Padme is 100% from Athena cabin. That’s it. Fight me.

Palpatine is a weird one because I’d usually just make him a monster or something like a Titan but... eh. I’m going Hermes because this boy knows how to lie and trick people (a lot like Luke, now that I think about it...). A friend of mine also suggested the child of Nemesis, the goddess of Revenge which could also work so pick your pick.

R2-D2 and C-3PO are satyrs. Very annoying, very loud, satyrs. 3PO goes on and on about the importance of nature and R2 follows behind him creating his own form of chaos. Most people avoid them.

Clone Wars:

Ahsoka is also from Athena cabin. I just like to picture her fighting with two knives and flipping around like a gymnast. But she’s more chill then Ares cabin--although she does love hanging out with those boys. She’s unofficially adopted by Ares cabin as a sister in arms so that’s cool.

Ares Cabin just consists of all the clones, okay? It was either that or Hermes but I just couldn’t imagine my boys without their military structure. Cody’s head of the cabin and has to try and keep all of his siblings in line-- very poorly, but he’s doing his best.

Satine is in Demeter Cabin. I wasn’t sure where else to put a pacifist but I thought it suited her well enough. Ex-girlfriend of Obi-Wan but they are on friendly terms (and there is a running bet on when they will get back together)

Rebels:

Kanan was really hard to figure out. I decided to make him Poseidon’s kid because he’s usually really chill in the show. For the most part, he’s really laid back and doesn’t use any water abilities unless he has too. Prefers to fight with a sword, but can use a crossbow surprising well. Has a street kid background so he gets along with the Hermes cabin really well and has kind of “adopted” one of the kids there (three guesses as to who)

Hera has to fly, okay? She has to be able to fly either a Pegasus or actually fly which leaves either Zeus, Apollo, or Poseidon as the main picks, which I don’t think any of those scream Hera. In fact, flip them, she’s a mortal that see’s through the Mist. She somehow got dragged into this world of monsters and demi-gods and is now chilling at the camp just for the heck of it. It may or may not have had something to do with her now-Boyfriend Kanan who may or may not have been on a quest at the time when he accidently destroyed her apartment because of a stupid hellhound.

Ezra is in Hermes cabin. This tiny little thief is wonderful and is a cute little blueberry. Kanan kind of unofficially adopted the kid so Ezra is usually drenched from swimming in the lake.

Zeb is from Athena cabin. Very skilled with a staff and very into battle meditation. Not super into the “intelligent” side of Athena, but he is in no way an idiot. Get’s into a lot of trouble with Ezra because why not?

Sabine I could totally see being the child of Apollo, but she joined Artemis Huntresses (maybe out of spite to her Dad but also because a bunch of warrior women? Heck, yeah!). Very artsy, excellent shot with a bow, and is much, much cooler then her dad.

Chopper is a very lazy, very stubborn Hellhound, fight me on this (and may have been the Hellhound Kana was fighting when he met Hera, but he’s now attached to this strange mortal woman who literally told off these two for destroying her house).

Original:

Luke was almost a child of the big three (specifically Hades for some bizarre reason--don’t ask me why, I don’t know how my brain got on that) but then I remembered that Hecate was a thing soooooo... Luke Skywalker, the son of Hecate, goddess of magic. He manipulates the mist and stuff like that. Also likes to fly Pegasi.   

Leia... okay, this is going to sound really weird but I kind of see Leia as a child of Aphrodite. Not obsessed with how she looks and all that stuff, but more like Piper. Very strong willed, determined, and keeps your attention. She fights for what she believes in (loves) and can kick butt. It was either that or Athena but... eh, let’s turn that on it’s side, shall we?

Han is Hermes. What did you expect?

Chewbacca is a satyr. I don’t know if you expected any differently, but I’m picturing Coach Hedge just not... insane. Very much likes to fight monsters and is very protective of Han.

Lando is... tricky. I’m going to go with Dionysus simply because of the party factor, but don’t cross him. He can mess you up.

Sequels:

Rey is unclaimed. She chills in Hermes cabin and has no idea who her Godly parent is... which she mopes about a lot. ((I literally could not figure out who’s daughter she would be because that’s kind of the whole Trilogy. And then it hit me like an out of control Pegasus.))

Poe is from Apollo cabin and can usually be found on a Pegasus. His favorite is nicknamed BB and is white with “orange” spots. Very good at flying and shooting a bow at the same time. Yes, he’s a show off and yes, he’s very good in a fight.

Finn is in Ares cabin. But he’s more like Frank in the sense of he’s definitely nicer then most of his cabinmates. Excellent fighter but does not have that stupid Ares temper... most days (don’t cross Finn or he will mess you up)

Rose gets to be a child of Hephaestus. She’s smart and is an engineer, simple as that.

Kylo/Ben is in Aphrodite cabin simply because I want him there. He’s prissy, full of himself, and a jerk and if that isn’t Aphrodite, I don’t know what is (I’m sorry, I just hated Aphrodite in the books and Kylo was kind of a “meh” character soooooooooo...)