#crèchemaster!Anakin

[himilce-persephoniea]

Gifts at the Crèche

Those past few days I’ve been attacked by a terrible migraine and I haven’t been able to write like a wanted. I began to write some of the prompts of the Duolingo prompt List. I want to thank my Obikin Discord server to have jump in asks. This first is a gift 🤗

30. A good father never throws out the baby

(disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea what the sentence means in English, so I’ve improvised)

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Anakin was stressed. He had to admit it. He had thought that the week at the Crèche would do him some good, but it was worse than being on the front. Babies and little Force-Sensitives were a nightmare. He had always secretly hoped to one day meet someone that would want to form a family with him. Unlike popular belief, families weren’t prohibited inside the Jedi Order. There were even some incredible family sagas like the one Mace Windu came from.

But Anakin had come late to the Jedi Order. He had been a slave found by his Master. He had grown up in Tatooine, raised by a loving mother. When Master Jinn found them, he liberated them. His mom was living happily in the gardens, and Anakin was an accomplished Jedi Knight. But Anakin had always craved a family. Someone to take care of, and a lot of kids to raise.

That’s why he chose the Crèche, to practice being a father. But now he was facing the crude reality: his Master had been a disaster and had never taught him to take care of little younglings. He now had a crying baby in his arms, and the little one didn't want to stop crying. Anakin was completely desperate, and the baby only cried harder.

On an impulse, he threw him up in the air, hoping the little one would like to fly –Anakin liked flying. But when he was with his hands up, waiting for the baby to fall, he saw as he went to the left and landed in the arms of somebody else.

“A good father never throws out the baby.”

Anakin saw the same with the baby. It was a man close to his forties, with a well-trimmed beard, gorgeous auburn hair, soft eyes, scolding expression, but amused. Anakin was bewitched at the instant.

“I… He was crying all the time. I thought he would like to fly… I like flying.”

The man came close to Anakin, he noticed how the baby had lowered his voice. The man took Anakin’s hand –he was so soft, he smelled of fresh soap-, and put it over the baby.

“You're Force-Sensitive, the same as the baby. Reach to the Force. What is it telling you about him?”

Anakin reached the Force. He was the son of the Force, he could deep in easier than anybody else in the Temple. It has been his gift and his curse. He felt the baby. The little one seemed to be more open with the gorgeous man holding him. Anakin could understand him, he too would have been more open if that man would have embraced him so lovingly. Anakin left aside those thoughts for a moment and centred himself on the baby, on what he felt. And he discovered what was the problem: he was hungry! But the little demon had been fed just when Anakin had arrived an hour ago, how was it possible that he was hungry again?

“Are you hungry again, bottomless pit?”

The baby babbled happily in the man’s arms when Anakin brought a baby bottle. He was! The man gave him the baby and Anakin fed him as the Crèche Master had taught him to do. “I can’t believe it! Look how happy he is now.”

The man smiled softly. “Babies are often hungry, especially Force-Sensitivities with great power.” He caressed the baby’s face, and then let the baby take one of his fingers while he was drinking.

Anakin tried to not melt at the adorable view he had in front of him. “Anakin,” he said without thinking. “My name is Anakin Skywalker.”

The man smiled, “Obi-Wan Kenobi.” Anakin tried to not sight, learning the name. “That little demon is Ezra Bridger. And if I recall correctly, he loves Meiloroon juice.” He looked at Anakin with a knowing face. “And so do I.”

“I… I can bring it next time.” Anakin was playing Obi-Wan's game. Anakin knew it; Obi-Wan knew it. Kark! Even Ezra knew it.

“Well, if you are going to bring us such good presents…” Obi-Wan looked into Anakin’s eyes. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Would you like to stay forever?” A little youngling, with whom Anakin had played earlier, and who seemed to have listened to the whole conversation, shouted it from the other side of the room.

Anakin laughed nervously, blushing. “Dinner would be great.”

“Great. I’ll prepare something exceptional.” Obi-Wan kissed his cheek and left the room. Anakin had to sit with a silly smile on his face. He was going to bring the best Meiloroon juice he could find.

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[tennessoui]

still cooking still cooking but au where four days after anakin resigns from the order to hang with padme forever i guess, obi-wan picks up a holocron that turns him into a youngling again.

we’re talking no memories of his adult life but strong imprints of emotions tied to people he knew and loved and people he knew and didn’t like so much.

but the real question is why a youngling who was such a happy, and curious baby child now spends so much time crying, no matter who is holding him or what he’s being shown or fed

(no one tells anakin about this development because this is Order business and he has resigned from the Order. he finds out because he storms the temple to confront Obi-Wan, who has stopped responding to his comm calls even though he SWORE nothing would change between them when he left the Order)

(anakin picks up baby obi-wan in mystified, gobsmacked wonder and baby obi-wan sniffles, stops crying, and then rubs his dirty face all over anakin’s clean robes)

(but he doesn’t start crying again, not until anakin is told politely to put him down so that he can go back to the crèche for the night)

(this is a headache for the crèchemaster the council and also anakins wife)

[crowleying]

Mhi Ba'juri Verde (We Will Raise Warriors) by crowleying

Words: 10.292 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody & CT-7567 | Rex Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-7567 | Rex, CC-1010 | Fox, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, CC-6454 | Ponds, Quinlan Vos, Jedi Children (Star Wars), Jedi Characters (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Post-War, Order 66 Didn't Happen (Star Wars), Crèche Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Professor CC-2224 | Cody, Mandalorian Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Mandalorian Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Clone Troopers Speak Mando'a (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Clone Trooper & Jedi Relationships (Star Wars), Clone Troopers are Little Shits, CC-2224 | Cody is a Good Bro, CT-7567 | Rex is a Good Bro, CT-7567 | Rex is a Little Shit, Minor CT-7567 | Rex/Anakin Skywalker, Minor CC-1010 | Fox/Quinlan Vos, Not Beta Read, We die like Cody's dignity Series: Part 2 of Codywan Week Summary: “Are you Master Obi's boyfriend?” she asked and Cody was very grateful he had had a lot of practice in keeping a blank face during meetings and negotiations while serving. A peek at Obi-Wan let him know that his experience wasn’t proving as helpful for him on this particular occasion. His pale cheeks were sporting an endearing blush. Next to him, Waxer and Boil did a poor job of hiding their snickering behind fake coughing. It earned them a glare from Cody. @codywanweek Day 6 - Crèchemaster Obi-Wan

[sunrisemcash]

I was avoiding tumblr for a while. But this is something I really need to share.

Remember Jenniferperry12 on AO3?

A lovely soul. I admired her works a lot and suddenly today her friend JustAnAuthorWannaBe21 (Ishika) offered me to take up some unfinished works of Jennifer_Perry12, if I like.

I am not even close to her in writing, she was a famous and talented author. But I couldn't resist myself and chose 4 works of her.

Forgotten Lullabies (Crèchemaster Siri Tachi AU.

You an I, Mirrors of Light (Anidala arranged marriage AU)

Together (Anakin's found family- Niya AU)

Master Tano (Generation swap AU)

Thank you so much Ishika for this offer. I will try to do justice.

Fly high, Jennifer.

With love,

Shree.

Taglist: @clawedandcute @thranduilswifesblog @renon4224 @fakegingerrights @squidmccephalopod

[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Fifteen: Epilogue

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 2,938 Chapter Summary: Ahsoka finally meets Taarak.

The crèche still smelled the same as it had as far back as Ahsoka could remember; chalky aquarelle paint and sweet craft paste, sharp calligraphy ink and sun-warmed tatami mats, all overlaid with the minty dalas wood incense that Crèchemaster Vereixem always claimed was calming to a child's disposition. He'd lit a stick ten minutes ago, probably sensing her irritation.

Kento—the ancient dras lizard that Ahsoka had once liberated from the Halls of Learning and hid under her bed for a week—lay sleeping on a java wood branch in his transparasteel enclosure in the quiet corner. The bone masks that her Kaleesh Crèchemaster wore were displayed high on the bamboo wall, out of reach of his curious wards and magnetized to avoid being pulled down with the Force. Each youngling he helped raise decorated a mask for him. They were made from mumuu bones that he harvested himself then carved to resemble the faces of various animals across the galaxy.

Hers hung three spots over from the floor-to-ceiling window that looked east; she still remembered painting the mask with careful fingers, sure that she would make the best mask ever for the nicest Crèchemaster in the galaxy. She had chosen the one that resembled a borgle bat and covered it with green, pink, and purple splotches–attempting a sort of patchwork look that she had really thought that she'd nailed at the time—and glued an obnoxious spray of white feathers in the center.

At the time she'd thought it a masterpiece, but now that she looked at it with fresh eyes the best she could say was that it wasn't quite as ugly as some of the others. The patchwork effect she had been going for made the skull look diseased and the feather crest was doing the same thing Anakin's hair did when he fell asleep flat on his face. Not that Vereixem cared, of course; as far as he was concerned, every single mask that one of his younglings made was perfect, no matter how ugly it was.

Taarak made a happy chirp that was muffled by Anakin's thumb. She glanced up from her coloring page just long enough to see that the little usurper was still dreamily munching away on her Master's ruined glove instead of coloring, distracted by the taste and feel of leather in his mouth and the toys levitating in front of him.

She knew she was being irrational. There was nothing to be mad or jealous or territorial over. Taarak was a kriffing toddler, he wasn't about to steal her Master out from under her. His constant scent marking was done from instinct, not as a challenge to her.

"Ndi mtundu wanji?" Anakin asked Taarak, bouncing him on his knee. His aura was a radiant cloud of coppery-blue pride-affection that made Ahsoka fight down the possessive urge to lean across the craft table and scent mark him into oblivion. "Pano, look. Ndi mtundu wanji, do you know?"

Taarak cooed and reached for the yellow block Anakin was pointing to. "Dzuwa," he sang softly.

"Inde, inde, very good." Vereixem had put out a bowl of raw bantha meat cut into cubes for them to share. Anakin popped one into his mouth, chewed it, then fed it to the toddler as a reward. "In Basic it's yellow, can you say yellow? Nena yellow?"

"El-low," Taarak said, blinking up at him.

"Yellow, inde, good boy." Anakin fed him another cube of chewed bantha meat, practically glowing with blue pride.

"Are you treat training him?" Ahsoka asked, trying not to scowl.

Anakin smirked and shrugged. "Worked for you, didn't it?" he asked, his aura going deep, brassy gold with affection-humor. He popped another cube in his mouth.

"You didn't—" Ahsoka began heatedly. A familiar tutting noise cut her off.

"Big feelings, my little kit, what do we do with our big feelings?" Crèchemaster Vereixem cooed at her over her shoulder. The mask he wore today was a ronto, decorated with rainbow-colored Sriluurian butterflies. Hundreds of small yarn chains the color of ruddy turu grass clicking with glass beads hung down his back.

"I don't have big feelings, Master," she grumbled.

"Really?" Vereixem chuckled. "How odd. My Empathy may not be visual like yours, but I could have sworn I sensed some very big feelings coming from this table."

"Perhaps they were Taarak's," she replied, coloring in her bantha forcefully.

Vereixem squeezed her shoulders. "Shall we sing the big feelings song together?" he asked.

"Master, I don't think that's necessary," she said faintly, cringing. She felt her stripes heat to black.

"I do," Anakin said in a serious voice, his aura gone molten gold with hilarity. "In fact, I'd like to learn it so that I can help you with your big feelings out in the field, Padawan."

"Oh, what a good idea!" Vereixem beamed at Ahsoka. "Ready, dear? We'll sing it together."

Ahsoka glared at her Master, who smiled back like a tooka with a mithoo in its mouth. "Go on," Anakin encouraged her.

Ahsoka took a deep breath. "I have big feelings, very big feelings. They make me yell and, they make me cry. But I'm bigger than, all my big feelings, so to the Force, all my big feelings fly."

Anakin helped Taarak clap his little red-orange hands with a face-splitting grin.

"Force, Force–" Vereixem paused with his hands above his head. "Come now, Ahsoka, don't forget the next part."

Ahsoka sighed and raised her hands. "Force, Force, like the rain, wash my big feelings away." They trailed their fingers down in tandem. "Force, Force, like the breeze, blow away my big feelings." They made their hands swim through the air. "Force, Force, like the sky, help make my big feelings fly." They painted a rainbow above their heads in an arc.

Vereixem clapped cheerily. "Well done, Ahsoka. See, don't you feel better?"

"Yes, Master," she said tonelessly, wishing she was dead.

"Can you do that again?" Anakin asked innocently, opening up the holocam on his wrist-mounted commlink.

Ahsoka growled at him. Taarak's eyes went wide, round, and nearly black, and his yellow aura brightened with milky fear and teal protection. He bared his little baby fangs at her and let out a returning high-pitched growl. Across the room, Kento's rainbow-colored frill popped up around his neck and he made a high shriek that Ahsoka had never heard before. He threw himself at the transparasteel wall of his enclosure and slid down, leaving a wet trail of venomous drool behind.

"Ayi, Taarak, ayi," Vereixem said sternly, striding over to the enclosure with his hand out. His pink aura reached out to Kento with minty serenity and calmed the creature, who sulkily crawled into his hide. "We do not use animals to hurt people. Knight Skywalker, translate for me please."

"Calm down, you two, there's plenty of me to go around," Anakin said, his aura gone a very smug shade of red. "Palibe nyama, Taarak."

"Inde," Taarak sang sweetly, pulling Anakin's head down so he could rub his lek all over his cheek again. He made steady eye contact with Ahsoka as he did, his aura glowing bright metallic green with victory-possession.

Ahsoka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and centered herself. She was sixteen. Taarak was two. She was not going to snap at a baby. She focused on empathizing with the toddler instead of dreaming about biting him. Coming to the Temple was scary. He was possessive of Anakin because he was lonely and he was the one who had brought him to the Temple. It made her Master feel more familiar to him than he really was, so he was clinging to him like… like a little tick.

She opened her eyes and met Anakin's. He was biting down the urge to laugh and his aura was still bright gold, but he pulled a chewed cube out of his mouth and offered it to her. She accepted it, slightly mollified; she remembered what he'd said about treat training her a second too late.

His wide smirk said that he remembered too. "Good girl," he said with a pat on her head.

Taarak stuck his lip out and turned red with offense-disappointment at seeing her be fed one of his bantha cubes. He sniffed and looked away from them both.

"Why don't the three of you go for a walk?" Vereixem suggested. "Wear out Taarak for me so he's good and ready for a nap when you return."

Anakin seated him on his hip and Ahsoka accepted a farewell kiss on her cheek from Vereixem. "If you run into Parna, please tell her that I need Grogu's updated nutrition plan by tomorrow."

"Grogu?" Ahsoka asked, trying and failing to place the name.

"Have you not met him? He's a youngling assigned to Master Beq. For this decade, at least." Vereixem chuckled. "I believe they're in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, if you're headed that way."

"We're going to the meadow meditation room, but we'll keep an eye out for Parna." Anakin tickled Taarak's deeply clefted chin.

"And don't be afraid to come back and visit me once in a while, my little kit." Vereixem gently stroked her cheek with his dry, reptilian fingers that smelled like red clay. "You are all so precious to me, and this war has taken too many of you." His aura thickened with violet grief.

Ahsoka's heart sank. She took his fingers and kissed them. "I will, Master," she promised guiltily.

"So what did he mean by Grogu was assigned Master Beq for this decade?" Anakin asked once they were back out in the hall.

"He must have a long infancy," Ahsoka said with a shrug. "Some species need longer individual care before they can join a clan." She plucked a cube of meat from the bowl Anakin carried, chewed it, then held it out to Taarak along with a tendril of amber amenability.

Taarak darted narrowed eyes between her face and the offering. Ahsoka watched the little wheels turn in his head as he weighed his options, his aura switching back and forth between yellow suspicion and green trust, before he cautiously took it from her fingers. He held the meat in his mouth, swallowed it with a loud gulp, blinked a few times, then chirped and held his arms out to Ahsoka.

"I knew he'd warm up to you," Anakin said warmly as he handed him over, his aura awash with solid blue happiness.

Taarak nuzzled up against her neck, then pulled the tip of her lek into his mouth and started to suckle. One hand snuck around the back of her neck and started absently stroking along the seam between her rear lek and the base of her skull, sending a warm tingle down her spine. "We should learn to get along now. I have a feeling we'll have a Master in common one day." Ahsoka tried not to let her knees buckle from the endorphin rush.

Fierfek, and to think that she'd been labeled as a master manipulator as a kit. Taarak put her to shame.

"Are you trying to choose my next Padawan for me?" Anakin asked teasingly.

"Pretty sure he chose you, Master," Ahsoka said, then grinned. "But maybe I'll do what you did to Master Kenobi and steal him out from under you once he's old enough to be a Padawan."

"Hey, I didn't steal you, that was all Master Yoda!" Anakin protested, his aura still glowing gentle gold with humor.

Ahsoka purred and rubbed at the crook of Taarak's lekku buds. He purred back and her heart melted a little. "Kriff," she mumbled under her breath.

"So you never actually told me what the big deal was with his clan name," Anakin said, trying not to laugh at them.

Ahsoka caught Taarak's other hand before it weaseled down the front of her robes. If he thought she was going to nurse him just because she had the equipment for it, he was sorely mistaken. "Na'Hane is what we call people who were exiled after…" she tapped on her teeth and raised her brow markings meaningfully.

"They have their own clan?" Anakin asked, surprised.

Ahsoka shrugged. "Some of them end up sticking together for survival's sake. They can't chew, right? But a baby born to the Na'Hane would never be forced to bear that name after they were taken. I can't imagine why his adoptive parents would have kept it."

"Well, they were Toydarian. They must not have known." Anakin looked away and his aura briefly flickered with a purple line of guilt. "They probably thought they were honoring his heritage."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes. "It would have taken them five minutes on the holonet to find out what it meant, but you're probably right. Is it too late to change it in his records?"

Anakin held the turbo-lift door open for her. "I'll find out. So when you say taken…" He trailed off and looked at her sideways.

Ahsoka shifted Taarak's weight. "A Na'Hane can't be trusted with a child," she said firmly.

"So you just… take them?" Anakin asked, frowning.

"It's not like we go out hunting for them," Ahsoka said. "Usually, they're left on the edge of the village in the middle of the night by the Na'Hane."

"But if you ran into one out… doing whatever your people do, you'd just take them home?"

"A Na'Hane is a Togruta exiled from their clan for doing something horrible, Master," Ahsoka snapped, trying not to get annoyed with him. She pulled Taarak's hand out of her robes again. "It's to protect the child, we don't–"

"Easy, little one, easy." Anakin patted her between her montrals and fed her a bantha cube. "Don't get defensive, I was just curious."

Ahsoka swallowed her treat and tried not to sulk. Taarak's purr sped up and he suckled harder, running a fat little hand up and down her lek comfortingly as he did. She hugged him closer. "Anyway," she said, "I'm not saying that it would be a big deal here at the Temple, but if Taarak ever goes back to Shili it'll be pretty awkward. Imagine having to introduce yourself as Starkiller for the rest of your life because of something your mother did before you were even born."

Anakin's eyes widened and his aura went pale yellow with surprise-amusement. "Wait, Starkiller? His name means Starkiller?"

She didn't like how pleased he looked. "Na'Hane means killer," she said sourly. "Taarak—well, Tara—means star."

Anakin threw his head back and laughed. "Snips, there's no way I'm changing that. That is way too cool of a name to change."

Ahsoka scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Master…"

"Aww, who's my little Starkiller?" Anakin cooed, tickling Taarak's stumpy little rear lek. It twitched happily at the stimulation. "You are, yes, you're my little Starkiller…"

"Master, don't call him that!" Ahsoka said, exasperated. Taarak giggled around her lek.

"I'm absolutely calling him that and you can't stop me." Anakin pulled Taarak off of her lek with a loud pop! and blew a snozzberry into his neck. "Alright, Starkiller–"

Ahsoka groaned. "Master!"

" –Go get tired." Anakin set him down on the grass of the meditation room and released him. The kit squealed and took off for the koi pond, diving into a forward slide on his belly until he was peeking over the edge. His little red feet kicked in the air and he cooed at the fish in broken, babyish Toydarian.

Anakin put an arm around her shoulders. "So, did you and Obi-Wan make up? If I have to listen to him whine about his hurt feelings one more time I'll puke."

Ahsoka felt something go quiet in her chest. "Yeah. We're fine."

Anakin glanced down at her, his aura darkening with dark green unease. "Why do I sense that's not exactly the truth?"

She shrugged. "It's never going to be the same. It can't be. But I've forgiven him and I'm moving on."

Anakin sighed. "Ahsoka–"

"We can't stop change, Master," she reminded him. "I had to let him go. It's the Jedi way."

She rested her head against him and subtly rubbed her lek on his cheek while Taarak was distracted. "We'll have to let each other go one day too, Master," she said softly.

Anakin's aura brightened to staticky white with anxiety. "Yeah," he muttered. "One day." His hand twitched on her shoulder.

Ahsoka watched Taarak's aura lighten to burning orange with anticipation-excitement and his stubby little rear lek wag back and forth. She elbowed Anakin. "Just so you know, you've got about five seconds before Starkiller goes fishing."

"Before he–" Anakin's eyes went wide and he bolted for the toddler. "Ayi, Taarak, ayi! Osasambira!" He missed Taarak's ankle by inches, tumbling ass over elbows into the koi pond after him. He surfaced with a gasp a few seconds later, holding a giggling Taarak above his head while struggling to not let his long brown robe drag him back down. He looked like a sad, wet cat with his hair plastered to his forehead, but Taarak was delighted.

Ahsoka burst into hysterical laughter, falling to one knee and wheezing like she'd gotten the wind knocked out of her. Anakin's aura turned a menacing shade of orange with mischief. "Keep laughing, Snips!"

Ahsoka's laughs morphed into screams as Anakin lifted her up into the air with the Force and dropped her into the pond with them.

Notes:

TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Ndi mtundu wanji?: What color is it? Pano: Here Dzuwa: Yellow Inde: Yes Ayi: No Osasambira: No swimming

Taglist: @starwarsficnetwork, @soliloquy-of-nemo Dividers: @saradika-graphics

[dapurinthos]

i'm making the lactose content in my meds everyone's problem now by giving my lactose intolerance to jocasta nu and the fun of being lactose and casein intolerant to sifo-dyas. dooku just doesn't like regular mammalian milk in general. he thinks it's unhygienic and decided, when he was five years old, he no longer needed to drink animal-sourced milk because milk is for infants, not nearly grown-up jedi initiates like him, no way (he said to his crèchemaster while being baby).

qui-gon, however, can digest milk, because he's from coruscant and he's pretty much capable of eating anything (jo, while also being from coruscant, cannot, because i said so. very endangered population, indigenous coruscanti with unmutated mcm6 & lct genes); anakin can digest bantha & eopie milk but not nerf milk (the dominant milk of the core, thanks to their origin on alderaan and subsequent spread throughout the core worlds); yoda cannot digest mammal milk for he is not a mammal (going back and forth between reptile and amphibian); along that line, ahsoka cannot digest it because togruta are one of those fun examples of convergent evolution in the gffa so they look humanoid but are not; obi-wan doesn't care if he can digest it or not but he's consuming it anyway because whey and lactose are binders in the standard rations he gets.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Ooo tell me bout the OCs pls 👀👀👀

Kisses for you too Tomas 😭 😭 I love you 💕

Okay so there's this whole thing about how swag they are here because Pigeon was also very nice and sent me a message as well, but I think to you I can give more SW specific details since you know who the canon characters are lol.

So Korcha was born in 92BBY, which as you'll notice is either a decade older than Qui-Gon or his exact age, but in any case that means they are the perfect age to be tea time buddies and just sit down in either of their quarters and drink tea with biscuits and talk about whatever Jedi masters talk about (Temple gossip? the Force? their Padawans? I don't know but they have fun!) Their Padawans are invited of course, I'd have to check but I think there was a period of a few years where Obi-Wan was Padawan at the same time as Reil and then later the end of his apprenticeship overlaps with Devafe, so like they know each other hehe. In any case, then Qui-Gon dies and Korcha is obviously supportive, especially because Madam Rules Are Important would obviously like Obi-Wan, and I don't want her to have had too big of an impact but she was definitely there in the background I swear she wouldn't abandon him when the times are tough! I like to think she started inviting him for tea after a few years, and Devafe had to deal with Anakin just Being There. Maybe that's when he kicks her ass even though he's 7 years younger that would be funny. Anyway after the war and everything they don't see each other a lot but at some point they like share a spaceship cause they're going the same way or something and she gives him one of the teacups she thinks would fit him and in my head it's a very touching moment.

While they're on the same ship actually I think it would be cool if Anakin and Korcha swapped Padawans (yes Anakin is there too two halves of a single warrior etc) because Korcha is pretty good at Jar'kai but prefers Shii-Cho, so that's a change from Ahsoka's usual teachers and she could get a lot from it. Meanwhile Anakin trying to understand why Lineth, who is a year older than his own apprentice, still gets tripped up by Initiate mistakes when he knows Master Serach must've taught her better (the answer is crippling fear of failure and stress and it would be sweet if he realised it was useless going over it again and again and instead cheered her up & gave her some self confidence but I don't know how that would go exactly)

About the aforementioned Anakin kicks Devafe's ass in the training salles, I like the idea of them fighting and he's old enough that it's not obvious Devafe would win, and then he beats her and Miss Prides Myself On Working Hard And Being The Best is like "oh no it's fine. No I don't mind haha. Yes Padawan Skywalker well done, you sure got me there! See you next time :)" and then she does her best to avoid a repeat by not being available to fight ever again lol

Also as established Obi-Wan knows Reil, and he actually probably saw him a liittle bit in the crèche but not that much so it barely counts, but Ahsoka 100% knows him and she has fond memories of like, fingerpainting with Master Reil or whatever, and since people her age all know him anyway because there can't be like too many crèchemasters for people not to know them, she just mentions him but Anakin never really talked to him so he's like "wait who's that dude?" and then she gets to explain to him who Master Reil is.

Okay other fun idea but I think Reil likes Yoda because they work together and Korcha likes Yoda because Harches live for centuries too and she totally came to his rooms at like two in the morning the day of Reil's Knighting a little panicked because he's going to die before her and they grow up so fast and how do you deal with that and he comforts her. Like Reil's apprenticeship lasted 15 years, from ages 13 to 28, and he was her first apprentice, and she thought it would be fine because obviously he's ready for it and he'll make a great Knight, but :((( he's leaving now and he's going to die at like 90! She won't even be halfway through her life! She could see his grandpadawans!! And she's grown enough to recognise that she needs to talk about it with someone, and Yoda's door is always open, so Yoda it is. Wouldn't that be sweet?? It would, it would be so sweet!!

And lastly I already shared that one but I think it would be funny if while he was looking for other Mandalorians Din heard the SW equivalent of your grandma who reads people magazines about royalty go "oh yes, I remember that one time like 15 years ago a Mandalorian and one of the Mikkian princesses got married! Too bad the ceremony was private I would've loved to see the pictures" and so he goes to Mikkia instead of finding Bo-Katan or something. And Karaad is still there, obviously, beautiful children and beautiful wife, but let me tell you when the guards announce there's a Mandalorian guy at the door asking if there is a Mandalorian lady here she panics a little. The last time she talked to a Mandalorian if you exclude her dad was a whiile ago and she's desperately trying to guess based on armor description :') and then it's just Din. For maximum crack Karaad is a person who, because she doesn't even know which species she is, spent her life looking through various bestiairies and such trying to see someone who looks like her to know what's going on, so she would most likely recognise Grogu as a baby Yoda, since she's old enough to remember the Jedi and Yoda was a pretty unconventional looking little dude (and also she fought "against" the Order technically so yeah she's familiar with the Jedi, ancestral enemies and all) So she just sees Grogu and she's like "damn wtf, you want to know what that is? Yeah uh can he do magic? Yeah that's a Jedi I'm so sorry dude lol". Also Tevlin invites him to stay for a while if he wants and to dine with them that evening, and he's too polite to decline but he's not going to take his helmet off, obviously, so he has the same type of reaction to Karaad taking hers off to eat he had to Bo-Katan & her Nite Owls, and then Karaad gets to deal with the memories of traditions she hasn't thought of in a while since she doesn't really practice anymore. Fun times etc.

[starculler]

Fic List & Progress Tracker

An updated version of my previous WIP List Post. I'm always ready and willing to talk about anything on here :D

Last Updated: 4/10/2023

Series

(Dis)Placed:

A 7-part YJ/Avengers Crossover series currently undergoing a complete rewrite, featuring Dick Grayson and Clint Barton:

Losing It All Was Never So Easy

Robin is the latest pawn in the Light's newest game, and all it'll cost him is everything and everyone he's ever known and loved. >> 3028 words, first draft

It's A Leap of Faith (And A Little More)

Clint is ... So Tired, but there's a scared, traumatized, undead kid and no time to rest so he'll do what he does best and push on.

Grief Hangs Heavy In The Air

The anniversary of Dick's disappearance is coming up again, a suffocating and heavy affair for everyone left behind.

Dawn Breaks, Slowly But Surely, Over the Horizon

Life is odd when you're on the run, but Clint and Dick are making the most of it.

Building A Home Among the Ashes

They took Robin from him, but he's willing to put in the work to make it his own again.

The Bitter Taste In My Mouth

Bruce has lost and gained yet another son. This one... Somehow he'll keep this one safe. He can't lose anyone else.

One Foot In Front of the Other

What price is he willing to pay to get back everything he lost?

A New Cat In Town

A 2-part (and counting) AU where Selina takes in recently-orphaned Dick Grayson who goes on to become the thief known as Stray.

Shelter

Selina finds a 9-year-old orphan on the streets and while she'd never call herself a bleeding heart, she can't find it in herself to leave he little stray out here to die.

Debut

Word on the street is Catwoman's found herself a kitten

Crèchemaster Anakin

A 9-part series of multichap and oneshot fics about the version of events if Anakin had become a Crèche-minder instead

Lead Me Down Another Road

Anakin is 12 when his path to knighthood veers in a new, unexpected direction >> 3060 words, first draft

Untitled

There's a little Togruta that will not stop following Anakin around. The The crèche-minders and Obi-Wan find it funny and endearing. Anakin, however, has had it up to here with the snippy little youngling.

Hear the Drums of War

War is coming to the galaxy. It started with Geonosis, but no one know when (or how) it will end. >> 770 words, first draft

Untitled

Anakin watches initiates he's helped raise be sent off to war as fresh-faced Padawans and come back as corpses. Nobody's happy about it.

Untitled

It's been a year since Anakin officially stepped down from being Obi-Wan's Padawan, but Ahsoka still feels like she's stolen his place. Before she ships out to meet her new Master, she decides to approach the senior Padawan to clear the air.

The Taste of Victory is Bittersweet

Anakin is 22 when he finally becomes a Knight. He wishes his trials had been normal, rather than faced in battle.

Untitled

Anakin appreciates the congratulations and celebrations of his Knighting, but all he wants is to bury himself against a few of his favorite people and not think about the life his achievement cost.

End of An Era

The Jedi's fall is not a silent one. The Empire's rise is deafening.

Untitled

Lying to your friends is a reprehensible, if necessary, evil amidst the Empire's rise. Still, with Sabé, her former handmaidens, and a few loyal Senators at her side, Padmé will do what she must to help keep the few remaining Jedi safe.

ROTS AU

A 3-part series where Anakin falls, but his loved ones are enough to drag him back to the Light.

Part 1

Obi-Wan defies his orders to go to Utapau on a hunch and is there when Anakin and the 501st storm the Temple. This changes ... everything.

Part 2

Sidious gets his hands on Anakin. Tere was never going to be another ending to this story. Vader is inevitable whether his apprentice walks into the role willingly or not.

Part 3

Vader is the Emperor's right hand: a terrifying specter of a man clad head-to-toe in black. A nightmare whose very presence dims the light of whatever room he's in. Before him, all cower. Before him, the Emperor will fall.

Multichap & Oneshots

Batman:

On Your Knees

The shot rings in Dick’s ears, a piercing screech that muffles any sound Bruce might have made as he crumples to the ground. >> 2544 words, First Draft

Haunting (Of Wayne Manor)

Jason couldn’t care less that he’s been shut out of the family. He couldn’t care less about the chilling solitude or the gnawing pit in his stomach when he lingers too long on the why. And he certainly couldn’t care less about the Dick Grayson shaped specter chasing after him every hour of the day, bright and buoyant as he hadn’t been the night Jason’s gun put a bullet in his head.

Robin Reversal (Title TBD)

Dick is 9 and newly orphaned, but it’s not just Bruce and Alfred he has to get used to living with in the manor. It’s a lot less lonely of a start, but not everyone’s enthused about the manor’s newest guest.

Star Wars

Crèchemaster Vader

Crèchemaster Anakin alternate ending AU When the Jedi fall, The Sith Lord gets his hands on the potential apprentice long-denied him. Without the necessary sway over the young man, he settles for the gaggle of young hostages the Knight protected so fiercely that night. >> 1301 words, third draft

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[obiwanobi]

More crechemaster obi wan headcanons pls?

I almost forgot about this cute AU!

I don't know which classes I want Obi-Wan to teach, because I think he would be hilarious and have a very dry sense of humour with teenagers, but imagining him surrendered by 5-year-olds is too adorable to pass up

the poor man would have to deal with so many weird things though because kids are inherently weird and absolutely nothing fazes him anymore

one child will be floating 5 meters above the ground, going up and down rapidly, and he'll sigh and say "Ayla please don't levitate your friend, you know I dislike cleaning vomit on all four walls"

"Ahsoka, stop throwing confetti into other people's food-- also, where did you get so much confetti?"

The problem is, he now has automatic reflexes, like when a toddler approaches a table, he will push cups away so they won't knock them over by accident

he does it so many times a day that he doesn't even notice when he does it to Master Windu

I like to think Obi-Wan is the first teacher the younglings had, so they all have fond memories of him when they grow up and it's pretty common to have a padawan or two coming to say hello to him at the end of a class

he's so used to radiate calm and comfort in the Force to soothe children that sometimes a youngling (or even a padawan) will just sit next to him in random places without saying anything because that's the fastest way they know to let go of anger or stop feeling so anxious

crèchemaster Obi-Wan: *emits good vibes only*

the rest of the temple: [everyone liked that]

[aprodaydreamer]

oh look, i wrote a lil more of the time travel prompt. still figuring out the characters voices tho (i’m new to the fandom).

Obi-Wan's eyes grew wide as he watched the sith lord being thrown back and pinned to the nearest wall by the Force. Or more accurately by one of its users. 

A new silhouette walked towards Darth Maul, their gaze briefly gliding over Obi-Wan as if looking for any injuries. The padawan stood frozen as he recognized the mechanic from Mos Espa. And not only was Anakin clearly Force-sensitive - which he would not have guessed from their previous meeting - but his Force signature was stronger than anything Obi-Wan had ever seen before. 

Looking at him now was like gazing straight into the two suns of Tatooine. 

And yet it quickly became clear to the padawan Anakin’s power didn’t come from the Light. Not fully anyway. There were shadows meddling with the tremendous brightness. Scars left by true darkness.

“Anakin,” Qui-Gon called.

But the what? Mechanic? Jedi? Sith? did not stop before he reached his target, two lightsabers appearing at his sides. One blue, one red. 

Obi-Wan was transfixed. 

The vision went against everything he thought he knew about the Force. Grey Jedi were supposed to be a myth. 

Obi-Wan was jolted out of his reverie when Anakin brought the sabers to Darth Maul’s neck and Qui-Gon called his name anew and the other ignored him again. He was determined and Obi-Wan looked at his master, waiting for his signal even though getting between Anakin and Maul seemed suicidal at best. After all, Maul had fought them both with little trouble and was now completely incapacitated by Anakin.

“Tell him to stop.”

Obi-Wan blinked in confusion upon hearing his master’s order through their training bond. 

“Now, Obi-Wan.”

He opened his mouth, and closed it, floured by Qui-Gon’s newest brilliant idea. His master’s strategies often puzzled him but this one probably topped them all. Anakin hadn’t listened to his master, why would he listen to him? He was no one. A padawan whose power was so incredibly inferior to his it was risible. But Obi-Wan wasn’t one to disobey a direct order.

“Anakin, that’s enough,” he said.

And Gods, he sounded like a crèchemaster scolding a youngling. He was so embarrassed by his own words it took him another moment to realize Anakin had tensed upon hearing him. 

Oh, well, he sure hoped Qui-Gon would make it sound like he died in battle, he thought as Anakin turn to look at him over his shoulder. Except where he expected to see anger and contempt, Anakin’s expression actually shown… petulance and frustration.

“He hurt you,” Anakin replied.

What?

“Barely,” Obi-Wan said not without hesitation.

He didn’t understand what was happening. Was Anakin going to execute Maul because Obi-Wan fell on his ass once? And mostly, why did he care what happened to Obi-Wan? His own master didn’t care if he got a bruise or two (or a hundred) in battle.

“Not… here,” Anakin answered. He was clearly exasperated. “But where - when I come from -”

When? 

Anakin trailed off, shaking his head.

“He deserves to die,” he added.

“He deserves to be judged for his crimes,” Obi-Wan replied automatically.

Again, Anakin looked straight at Obi-Wan but there were none of the emotions the padawan expected inhabiting his gaze. There were despair, sadness, and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

And after what felt like a small eternity, Anakin turned off his lightsabers, taking a step back as Maul tried to break free from his Force-hold without success. 

“He is all yours, Master,” he said.

And also the sarcasm was clearly audible in his voice, the use of the title directed at him still left Obi-Wan speechless. 

[meantforinfinitesadness]

Any gen/found family fic recs?

I would like to apologize for taking so long. But, here we are! Uh, I did my best. I'm much more well-versed in other fics so I hope the fics that I rec here are what you wanted!

I had a lot of fics for this (mostly gen) bookmarked, but I'm already very behind on getting this to you, so I chose a few that were recent and a few from the end of the bookmarks. The older ones are at the beginning of the list and the newer ones are at the bottom!

Of cats, naps and Obi-Wan Kenobi by @lowkeyanakin Standing inside of the pet shop with Echo, Jesse and Fives behind him, Rex was at loss. Anakin had told him to spare no expense, giving him access to his personal funds, and instructed him to get something that would stay relatively small. Surprisingly, that did not make his task easier: there were so many animals around him, Rex didn’t know where to look.

In which Obi-Wan gets to take the naps he deserves and everybody loves him. Also, Anakin believes he deserves some nice things, so he takes care of that too.

Enforced Convalescence by @swbumblebee Obi-Wan Kenobi is possibly one of the busiest people in the Galaxy during the Clone Wars, but he is indeed only human. It takes an embarrassing amount of people to convince him of this when he falls ill, as humans occasionally do.

For his part, at the age of 36 Obi-Wan finally learns that illnesses don't actually just go away if you ignore them really hard. But that's not for lack of trying.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din by @neostriatum Reconnaissance missions are never easy. On a far-flung planet in the Outer Rim, Obi-Wan thinks, is not much better. His troops and friends, however, can make his work downright pleasant.

Perpetual Parents & Padawans by @swbumblebee As is the case with all children, Jedi Padawans grow up. And as with all parents, Jedi Masters occasionally find this a rather difficult concept to get to grips with, and no matter how old, Padawan's need their Masters.

These are very short stories, drabbles really, of the times Jedi unwittingly and unconsciously find themselves slipping back into the role of either Parent or Padawan.

Falling Asleep by @iamnotthesidekick Obi-Wan keeps falling asleep on Anakin. Literally.

Farewell There by DestielsDestiny It was a routine mission. In so much as anything was routine since the war began. Which was to say, it was a disaster from the word go.

And that was before the purple squirrel things showed up.

That one where Obi-Wan is so done, but also so BAMF, Mace can’t swim, Ahsoka can’t stop laughing, and Anakin can’t seem to find his way inside.

you'd both be dead without me by askywalkergryff “We can’t seem to find him, nor the rest of your lineage.”

or: Obi-Wan misses a council meeting because he was too busy being the only one with a brain cell

flesh and metal by askywalkergryff Sometimes, in moments like this, Anakin wishes that he still had both of his real hands.

Bedtime Stories by @theagentnerd “Tully the Tooka. It sounds like a baby story.”

“It certainly isn’t,” Obi-Wan said with an affronted wrinkle of his nose. “I enjoyed it when I was your age.”

“Well, maybe you just like baby stories.”

— When Anakin struggles with his reading, Obi-Wan decides to read to him. It becomes more than either of them could have imagined.

Then, a lineage tradition is born.

Family Commitments by @the-last-kenobi Obi-Wan was supposed to be able to leave the gala hours ago, but Chancellor Palpatine refuses to let his token Jedi invitee leave. Anakin and Ahsoka have objections, Dex's has milkshakes, and Obi-Wan is honestly just baffled.

The Moments That Time Remembered by @calltomuster Obi-Wan’s first memory was not his own. Rather, it was a vision steeped in darkness and flashes of red and choking heat and you were my brother and the harsh crash of lightsabers striking one another. He woke up sobbing in the arms of the crèchemaster, Master Kitaddik, who was hushing him and gently stroking the top of his head with her furry hands. Obi-Wan hid his face in the soft folds of her tunic and, still crying, fell back asleep.

The first time Obi-Wan collapsed due to a vision was not long after that.

[Or: in all the various iterations of Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life, the Force spoke to him. But in this one, it never stopped.]

[phoenixyfriend]

A Child’s Ink: Chapter Two

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Let's take a field trip to Little Sundari!

I actually started writing this almost immediately after I finished the first chapter. Then it grew too large and turned into "The Process of Acquiring a Padawan," a separate fic entirely, and only now have I finished The Depa Section.

I also haven't finished anything I actually like in months so I'm pretty happy to have completed something I actually care about.

A Child's Ink: First Chapter, Series: Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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Depa’s first encounter with Ylliben Skywalker’s habit of collecting meaningful tattoos comes well before she is introduced to his true past, and even before she starts settling into the knowledge that her own figure is as Jedi Master. He is just an Initiate that she happens to spend sometime with. He is a friend, albeit a much younger one.

His father broaches the subject, first.

“Knight Billaba,” he greets, approaching her in the refectory. “I’m glad I could find you. May I sit?”

She gestures at the empty chair across the small table. “Of course. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Actually, yes,” he says. His smile is almost apologetic. “I may need a favor.”

“I’m listening,” Depa says.

“There’s this tattoo parlor in Little Sundari that I’ve gotten Ylliben an appointment at, to get his ink fixed. I was going to take him there myself, since he officially needs an adult escort until he’s fourteen, but I’ve been tapped in for a mission that clashes with the appointment. Rescheduling could push it out by weeks, even months. Would you be willing to go as his adult? I know it’s a bit of an ask, what with the distance, but I figured since you like the kid…”

Depa considers it. “When’s the appointment?”

“Next Centaxday, eleventh bell.”

She’s got a free spot on in her schedule then. No classes to teach or shifts to take, just some half-planned thoughts of sparring and research in her open time. “I’d be happy to. I’ve never been, actually. I imagine Ben would have an easier time than I figuring out how to navigate, and which restaurants are authentic, if we have time to explore.”

Skywalker grins at her, free and cheery. “I think he’d love the chance to play tour guide, yeah. Not that he knows the area, really, but…”

“I know what you mean,” Depa says. “I look forward to it.”

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Depa picks up Ylliben from the Initiate dorms early, when the sun has only just risen. The train ride is a lengthy one, and she wants to skip over the crowds as much as possible. They’ll maximize the amount of time they spend in Little Sundari, this way.

When the doors open to release the child within, Ben isn’t quite sleep-rumpled, but he’s bleary-eyed and fighting a yawn. It’s a valiant effort at pretending he’s unaffected by the hour. Depa hides her amusement as best she can, just spreads her arms in an offer to hug.

Ylliben tips forward into her. He buries her face against her middle, fingers grasping at her outer tunic. He does not groan and moan as many a child his age would, but he does huff a soft little sigh of frustration as she hugs him back. Even Depa has to laugh at that, and ruffles his hair as she rocks and turns a little on the spot, letting Ylliben leach at her warmth.

“Early morning for you?” she asks.

“I couldn’t fall asleep as early as I tried,” he mumbles, “and I really tried.”

Poor baby, she coos in her mind. Instead, she assures him, “you can sleep on the train. Do you have everything you need?”

“Comm unit, credits for the ink, credits for lunch and discretionary spending,” Ben confirms. This is punctuated by another adorable little yawn.

Depa glances up past him to the crèchemaster, who nods. “He’s had a small breakfast and his morning medication, and I already got him signed out in your name, Knight Billaba.”

She nods back. “Thank you for being so accommodating.”

“Not at all,” the crèchemaster says. They tap Ben on the shoulder, prompting him to finally pull away from the cocoon of Depa’s robes. “Be safe, listen to Knight Billaba, and remember to comm if you’re going to be late.”

“Yes, Master Popolis,” Ben says, bowing politely despite the grumpiness he continues to radiate.

“And have fun,” Popolis adds.

Ben finally grins. “Yes, Master Popolis.”

“Shall we?” Depa asks as the door whooshes closed.

Ben takes a deep breath that’s certainly another attempt to mask a yawn, and almost manages to sound natural when he answers, “yes, Knight Billaba.”

“You know you can call me Depa,” she tells him, heading towards the hoverbus station in the next wing. “I don’t mind.”

“Kay,” Ben mumbles, eyes drooping despite being on his feet and actively walking.

She ushers him onto the bus, timed perfectly as they planned, and sits in the half-empty transport with full expectation that she’ll have an Initiate dozing against her side in moments. She is proven correct. The other passengers largely ignore them, being mostly commuters, who see Jedi on this route regularly. There is an elderly Rodian, however, probably somebody’s grandparent, who keeps looking up from their knitting to smile at the sight of little Ben half-asleep as he is.

It takes half an hour to reach the CoCo town interdistrict train depot, and then Depa is gently bullying ben to his feet and onto the hypertrain. He goes right back to his prior position, leaning into her side and drowsing like the child he is. She uses the trip to catch up on some reading, occasionally watching the cityscape pass her by. It’s been quite some time since she’s had reason to come this way, and never this far. Little Sundari is about half an hour further along this train than Depa’s ever traveled it before. It’s interesting, the way coruscant changes as they pass from old-continent CoCo town to basin buildings. Little Sundari is among the many “lower class” neighborhoods built on what was once the ocean floor. Little Keldabe, to her memory, is in a more affluent region, up on the plains section of a different past continent. Realistically, the reputation the basin districts have is exaggerated… but it’s technically true that Little Sundari is less than CoCo town.

However, that is because everywhere is less affluent than CoCo town.

They reach the Little Sundari train station two-and-a-half hours after leaving the Temple, and Ben wakes up with far more grace this time. They disembark, and Depa checks her comm.

“We have a few hours before your appointment,” she says, “and it’s a forty-minute walk. Knight Skywalker said you had a few things you wanted to show me on the way?”

Ben brightens, grabbing her hand and tugging. “There’s an uj’alayi shop that Bo told me about!”

“Bo?” Depa asks.

“The Duke’s younger daughter,” Ben says. “She’s a few years older than me, and she came to Coruscant a few years ago with her dad.”

“A friend of yours?”

Ben makes a face. “She’s… a lot.”

Depa stifles a laugh. “Is that so?”

The pout on him is adorable. “I prefer Satine.”

“And who’s that?”

“Bo’s older sister,” Ben says. “She’s a lot nicer, and she doesn’t bite when we spar.”

“Ben,” Depa says, patient as she can, “you bite in spars.”

The look he shoots her could be politely described as ‘disgusted.’

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[sunrisemcash]

Generation swap AU: Ahsoka is the Master of Anakin, Anakin is the Master of Obi-Wan.

Baby Anakin is Crèche AU: Mo'er (mother/crèchemaster) Siri Tachi takes care of Anakin and fills him with love for a year, while Obi-Wan is recovering from the loss of Qui-Gon and receiving proper training to be a master.

[bwideau]

Anakin's Deranged Ideas

Note: I thought about this at 3am and it wouldn't leave me be. Please don't judge the shitty writing lmao. If anyone wants to add to this, feel free to reblog with a continuation! God knows I never finish anything anyway

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"You want to do what." Obi-Wan says, deadpan. It's more of a statement than a question, as if he's heard perfectly well what Anakin said, but wants to give his former Padawan a chance to take it back.

"I want to— Look, I know it sounds a little out there, but I just know it would be kriffing awesome." Anakin gripped his former Master's shoulder in emphasis, a shoulder that soon shrugged him off so said former Master could massage his temples to fend off an impending headache.

"I don't think 'out there' quite covers it, Anakin," Obi-Wan replied, looking every bit as exhausted as Anakin's old crèchemaster when the time had finally come for the boy to move in with Obi-Wan. Although she had seemed a lot more gleeful at the time.

"How about 'kriffing awesome', does that cover it?" Anakin said, hopeful.

"I was thinking more along the lines of completely unhinged and potentially catastrophic, actually," Obi-Wan replied sardonically. "This is an accident waiting to happen and not only is it completely against safety measures, I'm fairly certain it's also against the Jedi Code," he scowled. "So no, Anakin, you are not using the Force to blow up fireworks."

"But think of the possibilities—"

"I am thinking of the possibilities," Obi-Wan sighed, exasperated. "The endless possibility for grave injury and irreparable damage to expensive military material."

"Not if you do it right!" Anakin exclaimed.

"I don't think there's a right way to do any of this! The Force isn't meant for—"

"Frivolous use of the Force, yadda yadda," Anakin waved him off. "I know. But the thing is," he said, manic glint returning to his eyes, "that I combed through the whole thing, and not once does the Code mention that stupid rule. So hah." He crossed his arms, triumphant.

"It doesn't say anything about trying a bladed somersault in a room with a low ceiling either," Obi-Wan pointed out, more for show than anything, "but just like 'blowing up fireworks with the Force', neither of these activities are very intelligent. And both will definitely land you in Healer Che's gentle care," he finished, pointing his finger to Anakin's chest.

Anakin groaned. "Come on Obi-Wan, you're making such a huge deal out of it!"

"It'll be an even bigger deal when I have to be the one to manage the paperwork for a catastrophic explosion within a GAR military training zone. It's a no, Anakin."

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Summary: Five times the Jedi Council has to deal with younglings and one time the younglings have to deal with the Jedi Council. Part of my ongoing fix it series. Read on AO3!

#1

Plo Koon took slow steps into the Council chamber, bent slightly towards the right to accommodate for the little guest this session was going to have. He was the last to arrive, and that thirty minutes late as well as the youngling that had latched onto him had first refused to let him out of her sight and then hadn’t wanted to be carried to where Plo need to be. Little Ahsoka Tano, as bright in the Force as she was, was at least twice as stubborn. Unfortunately, Plo had a difficult time denying the child anything. She was his foundling, he had brought her to the temple. He would always remember the days they had spent together traveling fondly.

“Master Koon, you are late,” Oppo Rancisis said, though the amusement in his voice was apparent.

“The Force guided me elsewhere,” Plo answered and crossed the last few steps to his chair. Once there, he sat down while Ahsoka stood in front of him still, her arms crossed and frowning as if she were thinking.

“You can sit on my lap if you want, Ahsoka,” Plo told her but the three-year-old only shook her head.

Then she turned around to face the rest of the Council, still undecided on where she now wanted to go. Plo felt just a little betrayed, had he not spent thirty minutes following her wished only to be abandoned like that.

“You!” Ahsoka said, pointing at Saesee Tiin. “I want to sit with you.”

The Iktotchi Jedi only laughed boomingly and opened up his arms in a welcoming gesture. “Well, then, come here.”

With a delighted yell, Ahsoka rushed forward, somehow now twice as fast as she had been when she was holding Plo’s hand, and climbed onto the lap of the other Jedi Master. They waited until Ahsoka was seated comfortably before finally beginning their meeting.

#2

Mace wasn’t quite sure what exactly he was looking at.

“Welcome, Knight Kenobi,” he greeted calmly nevertheless. Then he attempted to continue with “and Pada-“ only for a suspicious giggle to escape out of Obi-Wan’s direction while the Knight himself pressed his index finger to his lips and shushed. He was smiling fondly and looked well rested for once. He must have begun to learn how to cope with Qui-Gon’s death and embrace his own life again.

Mace exchanged a look with his fellow councilors, but they all either shrugged or smiled in amusement as well. Mace supposed they were going to ignore their little visitor then.

“Well, the Council would like to hear about Padawan Skywalker’s progress,” Mace said.

Obi-Wan nodded and gently wrapped one arm around his stomach.

Or, more accurately, the shoulders of the Padawan hiding beneath his outer robes. It looked utterly ridiculous. Jedi robes could hide a lot, but not a nine-year-old standing on his Master’s feet. Anakin must have his arms wrapped around Obi-Wan’s stomach. Mace wondered whether the two of them had walked through the entire temple like this. It had certainly looked well practiced already when Obi-Wan had stepped into the Council chamber.

“Anakin is an amazing student,” Obi-Wan said, still holding onto his Padawan’s shoulders. “Even though he has experienced multiple setbacks-“ His illiteracy when it came to Basic being a major one that Mace knew of “-he has risen above them. He has a very strong connection to the Force and is already doing very well in the grounding exercises I’ve shone him.”

“Very good that is,” Yoda added. “More you have to report?”

Obi-Wan looked thoughtful then his robes seemed to move on their own accord. Obi-Wan actually bent forward so he could listen to whatever Anakin whispered into his ear. Like this, Mace could actually see his blond hair peak out of the brown robes. Obi-Wan whispered something back, making the youngling giggle and finally stood up straight again.

“Anakin has also passed multiple engineering exams already and skipped several piloting classes,” Obi-Wan stated.

“A great Jedi he will be then,” Yaddle commented.

Obi-Wan smiled. “The very best.”

And little Anakin Skywalker, hiding beneath his Master’s robes, let out a sigh of relief.

#3

After all these years, Mace should really be used to the amused looks he got whenever he had a guest accompanying him to his council sessions. Looking back, Mace could freely admit that it had been a mistake to put him on the Council when he was only twenty-eight. It had been a stressful time, especially those two years he had trained Devan and Depa at the same time. It was a Force-damned miracle that Depa had been as self-sufficient as she had been, Mace wasn’t sure he would have managed to handle two Padawans at once otherwise. He had done her a disservice, Devan too, being unable to give them the attention they deserved. Too often had he taken one of them or both along to a Council session as a replacement for a lesson on diplomacy or galactic history he should have given them in person.

It had taught the two of them well however. They were excellent when it came to keeping secrets and Depa had told him more than once that she was a better Councilor because of how often she had sat next to his chair, doing her homework and listening to their discussions.

And much like his Master many years ago, Caleb Dume now sat next to Mace, filling out his homework.

Or, was supposed to be filling out his homework. Caleb had stopped writing a while ago and was instead listening to them. The boy sat incredibly still, forcing himself to appear calmer than he actually was.

“Do you have anything to add, Padawan Dume?” Shaak Ti asked him.

Caleb immediately began to blush, embarrassed that he had been caught.

“No, Master,” he replied, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, Masters.”

“No need to apologize, young one,” Shaak Ti said. “You can always do your homework later. Treat this like the learning opportunity it is. Don’t you think that is a more productive use of his time, Mace?”

It was, but Mace had promised Depa he would oversee Caleb’s training while she was on a mission much too dangerous for her young charge. He should ensure he actually got his course work done, the current Padawan’s education was already being shot to the dark due to the war.

Caleb looked to Mace, his eyes wide and pleading.

Mace sighed. He knew better than to fight battles he couldn’t win.

“Don’t tell your Master,” he told Caleb seriously, face stern when his voice was everything but.

#4

Ki-Adi-Mundi didn’t enjoy listening to blabbering fools. He downright loathed attending diplomatic missions where one look at the politician in question told you that they were only here for their own gain and couldn’t care less about the people they were supposed to represent. It was exhausting trying to negotiate with such people. It gave Ki-Adi a headache. Thankfully his current Padawan wasn’t much suited for diplomacy. Ki-Adi of course still had to teach A’Sharad basic diplomacy, but it had become clear that it wasn’t A’Sharad’s strength and therefore the number of politicians Ki-Adi had to deal with was limited.

The same, however, could not be said for council sessions.

The Senator from a rather fancy Core World kept inquiring about Jedi aid he very much did not need.

Ki-Adi was tired.

Still listening to the man make the same arguments as he had thirty minutes ago, Ki-Adi focused on looking at the skyline of Coruscant. It was a beautiful day outside and Ki-Adi could think of about a hundred different things he could be doing right now when a shadow passed by the Council window, followed by an excited shout.

All heads shot up just in time to see a second figure pass by the window. This one Ki-Adi did recognize. His Padawan waved quickly before resuming his controlled fall, followed by little Anakin Skywalker. The two Tatooine children were good for one another, no matter how different their cultures of origin were.

“What- what is that!?” The Senator stuttered, face as pale as chalk.

It was the best look he had worn so far.

“Just First flight,” Adi Gallia said with a chuckle. “Ignore them, Senators. The younglings are merely having fun.”

Ki-Adi was pleased to see a group of Initiates and Padawans were following A’Sharad. First flight was a long-standing tradition, a rather ridiculous one as well, watching 10-year-olds throw themselves off the highest points in the temple, but right at this moment it filled Ki-Adi’s heart with warmth. He was happy that despite his troublesome start, A’Sharad got to make the experience most temple-raised younglings did.

The Senator was obviously still in shock. Ki-Adi supposed most cultures didn’t let their children simply jump off high ledges for fun. It took the man a while to find his line of argumentation again, though the shadows passing the windows certainly distracted him.

One by one the children passed until another one jumped and flew by the window that did catch Ki-Adi’s attention. Mainly, because they were much too small to be attempting this yet. With the Force, Ki-Adi reached out to catch the child mid-air. The Mirialan youngling was obviously put out.

“Proceed, Senator,” Ki-Adi said as he rose from his chair to open up the window and pull the child floating mid-air inside.

“Master!” The child pouted. “I wanna fly.”

The Senator did not proceed. For a moment, Ki-Adi considered leaving the council session to bring the youngling back into the creche where they belonged, and yet-

“You’re too young,” Ki-Adi said. “What would cour crèchemaster say…”

“Barriss,” she introduced herself. “I’m Barriss and I’m already six.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Ki-Adi replied. He settled back into his chair, Bariss on his lap. “I apologize, Senator. I hope you don’t mind Barriss staying with us.”

“Of- of course not,” the man stuttered.

The meeting was over five minutes later.

#5

Yaddle was old. Not as old as Master Yoda, no, but she had lived many centuries already. She would be here many centuries more as well, but sometimes she felt particularly old, especially when she was holding a newborn.

Little Cal had been born just a week ago and his mother was tired. Yaddle had offered to take him off his mother for a while so she could calm. Of course, Vatnem’s own Master and sibling-Padawan had offered as well, but Yaddle had missed taking care of someone so young. She should spend more time in the creche like Yoda, perhaps it would brighten her spirits as well.

“A sweet child he is,” Yoda said about the baby sleeping soundly in his crib.

Cal had his mother’s bright red hair and her lungs as well when he screamed, but right now he was absolutely comfortable.

“Not much noise we should make today,” Yoda continued, glancing at Even Piell and Yarael Poof who had very opposing opinions on the discussion at hand.

“Not much noise at all,” Yaddle agreed and didn’t even bother to cover up how fun she thought this whole discussion was bound to be with nobody wanting to wake up the sleeping child.

+1

Anakin looked at the three Councilors standing in front of him. Out of the three of them, only Kit Fisto seemed to be dressed appropriately given that he was wearing only swim trunks. Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You do know this is art class, right?” He asked.

Luminara was wearing her long dark robes and Aayla looked like she had just come from a mission, dressed for war and not for three-year-olds. But given how chaotic everything could get here, Anakin was willing to just call it a day.

“Okay, fine,” he sighed. “Just don’t complain when you get finger paint all over your robes.”

“Like you?” Aayla asked, pointing at his color covered pants.

“Exactly like me,” Anakin replied. “Which is why I wear these every time I’m doing art. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Then, smiling almost a little mischievously, Anakin turned around back to his Clan. He had two Padawans helping out distributing the paint to the children who were now excitedly waiting for their crèchemaster to allow them to start smearing the paint all over the canvas.

“Attention!” Anakin called and all eyes drew to him. “We have guests today, I want you all to be on your best behavior, alright?”

The children nodded or cheered eagerly, Anakin could spot the first smearing paint on their neighbor’s tunics. This was going to be fun.

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WIP Wednesday (2/9/22)

It's been so long since I've done this lol but here's a snippet from the Crèchemaster Anakin AU I've been slowly chipping away at :D

"Rule number one," Master Benni said, face severe as he looked down at Anakin on his first day studying under the Jedi in charge of managing the Crèches. "No matter what emergency may arise, do not scare the initiates. As a crèche-minder, you must remain calm and composed, in control of yourself no matter the situation. The last thing anyone wants in an emergency are panicking younglings too scared to do as they're told.

"Do you understand, Anakin?"

"Yes," he said and watched the old Master frown.

"Rule number two, you do not lie to your fellow minders." Anakin tensed, eyes immediately flicking down to his feet as shame burned his cheeks. "If you don't understand something, I expect you to speak up, Padawan. My job," he said, reaching under Anakin's chin to tip his head back up when he refused to lift his head, "much like your Master's, is to guide and help you. Neither of us can do so well if you don't tell us when you need help."

Master Benni offered a small smile, the wrinkles in his face deepening as he pulled his hand back only to settle it firmly on top of Anakin's head, mussing up the short mess of hair. Anakin yelped, ducking instinctively from the playful assault as the old Master laughed, a deep and loud sound.

"Now, little one," he said once his laughter had subsided, "ask your questions."