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havocmadden · 2 years

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oooh this one's an oldie but a goodie. i came up with a once upon a time au VERY early on in my time enjoying descendants. i think i actually started writing around the time uma was announced as a character bc i LOVED the idea of mal and uma being girlfriends in the regular world but enemies in the fairy tale world. also ft my smee kid oc sadie, who is my angel and should be made canon immediately. @ disney hmu i'll let u use her for free and everything <333333

ben had heard the rumors that the weird punk kids had orgys every friday night and had discarded them as ridiculous slander, but now, seeing uma seated on mal’s lap, her arm around mal’s shoulders while mal casually holds the hand of the dark haired girl ben thinks is named evie, he’s suddenly unsure. mal stares him down, eyes dark and green and wild like an evil fairytale forest, and then it hits him — for some reason, telling kids he’s met only once that their parents are the villains of legend hasn’t gone over as well as ben had hoped it would.

“so what you’re telling me,” mal says, voice slow and incredulous. “is that we’re the reincarnations of fairy tale villains?” uma shrugs, like she thinks ben may not be quite wrong, and ben shakes his head.

“that’s not what i meant,” he says, voice cracking a bit — mal smirks at that and ben pretends not to notice. uma blinks.

“what do you mean, then?” she asks, grinning a little. her grin is sharklike, and ben can't help but feel he's the fish in this scenario. fitting, he thinks to himself, given that her mom is ursula.

“you were — and are — the children of those villains,” he explains, pulling his book from his bag, and opens it to the page of the wedding. the image of the wedding clearly shows him in a dark blue and yellow suit, wearing a golden crown with a lion on it as well as inset jewels, and clasping his hands is a girl who looks uncannily like mal aside from the platinum blonde hair she’s sporting in the picture a contrast to the deep plum the mal across from him now sports. the mal in the photo is wearing a golden crown with purple inset jewels across her brow, the gems shimmering in the painting's light.

mal looks pretty shaken, suddenly, all her previous confidence vanished, only a ghost of it left on her face. “what is that?” she asks, and ben grins at her in a manner that he hopes is endearing.

“it’s our wedding. well, not ours, ours. it was our wedding in the fairy tale world.”

“we got married?” she asks, eyes wide. she looks almost afraid now, and ben notices evie squeeze her hand and uma reaches into her pocket, pulling out a butterfly knife. she starts twirling it in her hands casually, and ben realizes there's what looks like the outline of another knife in mal's boot. he has no idea how they got these weapons into the school, and frankly, he's not sure he wants to know. all three of them stare at ben, prompting him for an explanation.

“yes. well. sort of. it’s a long story.”

uma eyes him uncomfortably. “we’ve got time,” she says, cooly, continuing to do tricks with the knife in the hand that isn’t holding tightly on mal’s shoulder.

“okay. well. um.” ben had to admit he hadn’t really been expecting that. “well, here’s the deal.”

[LINE]

“you want me to marry you?” mal asks, her voice echoing through the royal chambers.

“mal, no one else on the royal council trusts you. audrey thinks you’re just like your mother, and chad thinks evie is a gold digger, and doug just really doesn’t trust jay around the mines in his kingdom — ” ben starts. “the only ones who are on board with this are lonnie and i. and a marriage would help, you know. smooth some of the tension.”

“well, for one,” mal snaps. “if evie was a gold digger she wouldn’t have been living in a piece of shit cottage in the middle of the woods with me and jay and carlos for the last four years. which, may i remind you, is where you found us, and where we would very much like to go back to.”

“mal, just listen,” ben pleads. he is losing his window of opportunity, he can tell. “we need you to defeat your parents, who may i remind you, are the epitome of evil — ”

“oh, you don’t need to remind me, king ben,” she snaps, her voice mocking. “we grew up with these villains of yours. do you think they were kind and loving to us, or that they were just like that to your parents?”

ben swallows. he can't bear to think about the implications of the comment mal just made. not today, not here, not now. “look, mal. we need you. even with lonnie’s army and all of ours combined we just can’t compete with their magic. and the fairy godmothers have limited power as they practice white magic.”

mal sneers. “and you think i practice dark magic because my mother was maleficent?”

ben winces, almost involuntarily. “don’t say her name — ”

“what, maleficent?” mal says, voice low. “maleficent. maleficent. her name doesn’t hold her power, my king.” the way she says my king is biting and mocking, and ben wants to crawl into a hole, but stands his ground. “don’t be a fool,” she scoffs, before adding, “and for your information, my magic is mainly limited to making my garden grow, and jay’s is limited to accidentally setting things on fire. and evie and carlos have no magic. we wouldn’t be of any use to you.”

“but you would,” ben pleads. “we’ve never had any firsthand experience with these villains. you have.”

“didn’t your parents defeat them the first time?” mal snaps, turning to leave. ben grabs her arm. he can’t let her leave. a look of sharp anger flashes across her face, and her eyes turn a bright, toxic green. ben drops her arm, suddenly aware that he has made what could be a dangerous mistake by touching mal without her permission.

“they’re dead, mal! that was how we knew they’d come back and formed an alliance. all of our parents were found dead the morning after the twentieth year celebration. that was a warning.”

“and how exactly will me marrying you help?” mal snaps.

“if i marry you, they’ll be forced to trust you. or, at the very least, put up with you.”

mal turns back to face him. ben swallows hard, attempting to ignore the fact that the likelihood is that mal and her friends will be ‘put up with’ until the time they defeat their parents, and then sent back to where they came from without so much as a thanks. “you really think that would work?”

he keeps his face level. “yes.”

mal doesn’t blink, just keeps looking at him, and then replies, deadpan, “and why can’t i marry lonnie instead?”

ben blinks in surprise. “because we’d have to get lonnie to go along with it and we don’t even know if lonnie likes girls and — ”

mal cuts him off. “i was joking,” she says, running her finger along the edge of one of the glasses ben had laid out. and then, laughing, she adds “mostly.”

[LINE]

“so you're saying that my mother is ursula?” uma asks, twirling one braid around her finger in thought.

“well...yes?” ben says, wincing.

“and my mother is the evil queen,” evie says slowly, almost thoughtfully. ben thinks that by the furrow in her brow she's considering the concept.

uma stands up, almost sudden, and ben is confused as to why for a moment, but then mal stands and glares at him. it would be scary, but she's so small, and it almost seems more cute than anything, and ben has to bite down a heavy laugh that bubbles up in his throat. “you came here to tell me that my mother is maleficent and i married you?” she asks slowly, incredulously. ben nods. there's something dark and frightening in her tone.

“unbelievable,” she says softly, almost to herself. “i cannot believe the nerve. you come here, with your picture-perfect life as the mayor's son to try and tell me my mother is the queen of all evil, and that we got married?” she shakes her head. “uh uh. not buying it. have fun with your fairy stories, benjamin.” the way she says his name is dripping with contempt, and she glares at him one last time before storming off. uma and evie follow her, without even a glance back at ben, and ben puts his head in his hands and sighs.

[LINE]

“you're marrying him?” evie asks, pitch high enough to shatter a wine glass.

“and here i thought evie was the seductress,” jay says softly, in a low voice with a meaningful look at evie. evie looks back at him and smiles in a way that makes mal want to take her clothes off, but she pushes the thought away, reminding herself that this isn't the time. mal watches as evie pushes herself up against jay, looking into his eyes and batting her eyelashes.

“guys, can we focus?” carlos begs, desperation and fear in his tone. “mal is marrying the king!”

“yes, of course,” evie says, stepping away from jay, with only a glance back and a whispered, “we're finishing that later.”

jay nods, anticipation in his tone. “yes, ma’am,” he says, and then turns to mal. “you're marrying ben?” he asks, hurt low and deep in his voice.

“yes,” mal says softly. there’s a hint of regret in her tone.

there's an undercurrent of deep hurt in evie’s voice as she asks, “do you love him?”

“of course not,” mal says, sounding surprised. “it was ben’s idea. it will get the council to trust us, and then we can help defeat our parents.”

“you sound just like him,” carlos says, hurt in his voice. “and might i remind you i don't want to face the people we spent our entire lives hiding from?”

“but,” mal says patiently. “but don't you see? if we defeat them, we don't have to hide anymore. we can be free. we can go to marketplaces, live in castles, we can have the lives we've always wanted,” she pleads, looking at evie.

“no, mal,” jay says, stepping forward. “we can have the lives you think we always wanted. evie and carlos and i were content with what we had.”

“fine,” mal snaps. “fine. i didn't do it for you. i did it for me. i can't live like this! i can't be cooped up while my mother is out there, raging destruction.” mal purses her lips and glares at them before turning and leaving the room.

“well,” jay muses. “that certainly could've gone better.” evie leans into his shoulder and says nothing.

[LINE]

“so he said what?” jay asks incredulously, scoffing a little at the concept.

“that my mother was maleficent and that i married him,” mal says, and then, scoffing, adds, “as if.” evie looks over at her with a grin.

“you're way out of his league,” she says, with a flirtatious grin.

“did he say anything about anyone else's parents?” carlos asks, ever the pragmatist.

“my mom's supposedly the sea witch. can you believe that?” uma asks, shaking her head. carlos grins at her.

“isn't there a saying that says lawyers are sharks?” he asks, teasing grin on his face. “because if lawyers are sharks, and your mom is a lawyer, and lawyers make tricky deals like ursula, so i'd say that's pretty damn accurate.” uma shoves carlos lightly, mock-offense on her face, and he laughs.

“and he said my mom was the evil queen,” evie scoffs, fixing her lipstick as she looks in her compact.

“do you think he's wrong, lass?” harry asks from the other couch, where he's sprawled out with his head in gil's lap; gil is running his thick fingers through harry's hair.

“well,” evie says, dabbing at her blush, “she is a bit of a narcissist, but she hasn't tried to kill me yet, so i’d say we're good.”

“but what about your sister?” gil blurts, and uma glares at him. the room goes silent. all eyes turn to evie, who shuts her mirror with a snap, glaring daggers at gil.

“first of all,” she begins icily. “she’s only my half-sister, and second of all, the court ruled that it was an accident.”

the room is silent for several more seconds, before jay muses aloud, “i wonder if any of our parents are fairy tale villains.” he's obviously trying to lighten the mood, but nothing can lighten what was just said. gil can't take it back.

“excuse me?” mal says, tone a bit annoyed. “can we get back to the fact that he told me we got married? i mean, worst pick-up line ever.” carlos laughs, and everyone can feel the tension drain from the room, but there's still something uneasy in the air that no one can shake.

[LINE]

mal is standing in her room in ben's palace alone when there's a gentle knock at the door. she's looking at her white dress and fancy updo in the mirror. she can't believe she's doing this. she can't believe she's walking down the aisle and carlos, evie, and jay aren't waiting at the altar. she sighs, and the knocking comes again, a little less gentle this time.

“come in,” mal calls, a touch of melancholy in her voice.

“it's me,” someone says, and mal turns around to see lonnie dressed in a peach dress with pink accents. she crosses the room and puts her hand on mal’s shoulder, before squeezing mal's arm gently. “i wanted to check in with you before the wedding. you know, make sure you're not having any second thoughts or anything.”

mal feigns a laugh. “me? having second thoughts? that's funny,” she says, and lonnie’s eyes melt with concern.

“you don't have to be brave about this, mal,” lonnie says. “nothing about this is easy.” mal sighs, and lonnie pulls her in for a hug. “i'm right beside you if you need me, okay?”

mal nods, and she has never really been grateful for anyone who wasn't evie, carlos, or jay before but she thinks right now that's changing, and she doesn't seem to mind as much as she thought she would.

[LINE]

mal is digging around in her locker when she hears a familiar voice. “mal, i just - ” she slams her locker shut and sees who it is. it's ben. “i just wanted to apologise,” he says, and mal rolls her eyes.

“yeah, right,” mal says. “you just wanted to tell me more about what your dumb book says.”

ben gapes at her. “i mean, you're right,” he says, and mal pivots and walks away. ben starts following her, and keeps talking while he does it. “i kept reading, and mal, you and evie and uma aren't the only ones with villain parents. sadie and harry are smee and captain hook’s kids, and jay is jafar’s son, and carlos’s mom is cruella de vil, which makes sense because she's so awful - ” mal stops in her tracks.

“do not pretend to know anything about carlos’s mother, benjamin. in fact, don't pretend to know anything about any of us! you don't just get to barge into our lives and make them all about you and then leave! you do not get to tell us that just because our parents are abusive that makes them fairy tale villains! leave me alone! leave us all alone!” she pivots again, her face contorted with rage, and storms away. ben blinks, still gaping at the space she has left in hallway. he really has got to find a way to make this topic go over better.

[LINE]

mal and ben sit at the head of the table, squeezed together onto a small couch, and mal has to pretend it doesn’t physically hurt her to sit this close to ben. she looks across the table, and she doesn’t see evie, carlos, or jay anywhere. but there’s nothing she can do about it, so instead of crying, she feigns a smile, laughing and as she reaches for another glass of champagne, the doors burst open with a puff of teal smoke.

lonnie jumps to her feet, holding a sword she pulled out of somewhere — mal has no idea where, given the way her dress clings to her body, and when the smoke clears, a girl mal’s age is standing there. her hair is pulled up into a tight bun, and her dress is teal and gold, and surprisingly formal. she’s smirking, and mal recognizes her instantly. like, how can she not?

“you’re having a wedding and you didn’t invite me?” she says, mock-offended, though mal can tell from the smirk on her face she isn’t quite serious. not that uma would have come if mal had invited her, but mal digresses. that's not really the point.

“and here i thought getting mad because she wasn't invited to things was my mother's thing,” mal quips. glancing over at lonnie, mal sighs. “lonnie, it’s fine,” she says, and lonnie lowers her sword, but doesn't put it down, because she doesn’t seem to quite believe what mal’s just said. to be fair, if mal was lonnie, she wouldn't believe herself either. “this is just uma. she likes making an entrance.”

“who’s uma?” ben asks, and uma’s grin widens.

“just uma?” uma clicks her tongue, mock-offended, and then she bows before saying, “allow me to introduce myself, your highness. i am uma, daughter of ursula.”

“there’s other children of villians out there?” ben gasps, shocked, and turns to mal. “why didn’t you tell me?” he looks peeved, but mal isn’t surprised. it kind of feels like that no matter what she does, ben is annoyed. whatever. it isn’t like it’s her job to babysit him. except it kind of is, the voice inside her whispers. i mean, you did just marry him. isn't that what marriage is?

uma clicks her tongue and looks at mal with what mal thinks is a mix of malice and pity. “this doesn’t seem to be starting off on the best foot,” she says, and mal glares at her.

“don’t you ruin this too,” mal snaps. it comes out a bit more harshly than she’d meant it to, but. hey. she doesn’t have time to worry about uma’s feelings. she's got a villain alliance to defeat, and a kingdom to run now, or whatever.

uma bats her eyelashes innocently. “me? ruin anything? i never,” she says. she whistles then, as though summoning a dog, but instead of dogs, two men emerge from the hallway. “allow me to introduce my counsel, your highness. harry, son of captain hook, and gil, son of gaston.” ben blinks, dumbfounded at the appearance of someone related to gaston. he'd never thought about the fact that gaston might have produced a child. now that he thinks about it, it makes sense, but for some reason it had never crossed his mind. gil just waves at him, grinning, and harry keeps his sword raised, even though uma doesn't seem concerned about any danger here.

“what are you here for, uma?” mal asks. “we all know you didn't come here for the cake.”

uma laughs, and drags a finger through the uncut cake’s icing before popping it into her mouth. “delicious,” she says, removing her finger from her mouth. “a bit sweet for my taste, i think. what about you, mal? is it too sweet for you?”

mal glares at uma, who only laughs. “what do you want, uma?” mal snaps.

“why, only to offer my services to the king, of course,” she says. “i have inside knowledge of the minds of the villains they're up against.” she gestures back towards harry and gil, and as she does so, another girl emerges from the hallway. she's wearing a red and white striped shirt, high waisted shorts, fishnets, and a black newsboy cap. her blonde hair, slightly wavy, tumbles from her head likes waves.

“coast’s clear, uma,” the girl in the fishnets says, and uma grins.

“good,” she says, before turning back to the king. ben glares at her from his position on the couch, and uma bats her eyes innocently. “what?” she says. “i had to make sure you weren't planning anything behind my back, queen mal. back to business. i have in my crew the children of gaston, smee, captain hook, and of course, ursula. i have access to the direct descendant of the queen of hearts. and those are not the end of my connections. i know more than your wife will ever know,” she sneers.

“oh, please, uma,” mal says. “access to the direct descendant of the queen of hearts? everyone knows she went batshit crazy long ago because of what her mother did to her. you’ll be lucky if you get her to realize you're there.”

“fine,” uma says, her expression hardening. “the children of the stepsisters and dr. facilier, then.” she looks at ben. “do we have a deal, my king?”

ben blinks. “what do you want in return for this information?” he asks.

“let's call it a favor...or three.” uma smiles, and something makes ben feel as though he’s just made a devil’s deal, but he nods anyways.

[LINE]

carlos is packing up his bag after class when he hears ben’s voice. he looks up, surprised, just as ben says, “i wanted to talk to you.”

“about what?” carlos asks, in confusion. ben has never wanted to talk to him about anything other than his reelection campaign for class president, so this comes as a bit of a surprise. unless, carlos thinks, unless this is about that bullshit fairy tale thing. but despite carlos's best instincts, there's something in him that feels achingly curious to hear more about this fairy tale world.

“about your mom,” ben says, sounding almost genuine.

“let me guess,” carlos says, deadpan. “my mom is cruella de vil.”

“how’d you know?” ben asks, shocked.

“i have my ways,” carlos says smoothly, and ben raises his eyebrows.

“mal told you, didn’t she?” and carlos sighs.

“yes,” carlos admits, and then sets his now-packed bag on the desk, and then says, tired-sounding, “why are you telling us, this, ben? what’s the purpose? do you want to fuck mal? because let me tell you, if that’s your goal, it’s not going well for you.”

“no!” ben scrambles back. “no, i just. the people in those books are who we truly are, and i want everyone to know who they truly are.”

carlos picks up his bag, and says, “maybe who you truly are is good, ben, but i don’t need cruella de vil’s legacy hanging over my head.” he leaves then before ben can get another word in.

[LINE]

“how many other villains kids are you hiding from me, mal?” ben snaps. they've just gotten back to their room after the reception, and ben has no idea why the hell mal wouldn't mention uma before she showed up at their wedding.

“why does it matter to you?” mal retorts. “you wanted my help! you asked me to marry you! this was all your idea!” ben had never asked mal if she and the others were the only children of villians — of course they weren't. their parents had all known each other, some way or another, even before they'd attacked ben and company's parents. and then they'd lied low for years, raising their children, grooming them to hate their own enemies (mal and uma had been pitted against each other since birth — their mothers had never gotten along) and training them so they would be better than them. better than their parents. mal would defeat aurora and her prince and her bratty daughters. she had three of them, just like the fairies who'd raised aurora, out of her mother's sight, out of her mother's mind, mal's mother had hissed, recounting the tale. if ben had asked, she'd've told him — she couldn't lie, of course. faery blood ran in her veins. but if he never asked at all? lies of omission weren't technically lies.

“you were the ones we found first!” ben yells. “if we found uma first, it might've been her in that wedding dress!”

“i wish it was!” mal screams, ripping off her veil and throwing it on the floor. she turns and stomps out, her eyes glowing green. she's not lying. she can't, after all. uma would be better at this — she's always wanted power and the ability to get ahead of her mother, and her crew understands when she puts that first. but the way carlos and evie and jay had looked at her when she'd told them she was getting married — the way she'd felt — it had hurt more than she'd thought it would, that was all.

[LINE]

mal slams the door shut on her way home. her mom's probably off... well, who knows. ever since mal got old enough to express her wishes, her mother's been cold to her, and it's been a fucking polar winter in the carabosse household ever since she'd come home with a tattoo of a poison apple on the inside of her left wrist. she, jay, carlos and evie had gotten them together after carlos's mom had thrown him down the stairs their sophomore year. evie, carlos and jay had forged their parents signatures, and mal had just gotten lily to sign hers for her, and that had been good enough for the tattoo artist, so.

mal's mother, however, had been less than thrilled, and had threatened to disown mal if she hadn't immediately gotten it removed. mal had refused, and the two of them had gotten into a screaming match over it.

“lils, i'm home,” mal calls, to no response. whatever. lily's rarely home, either, and when she is, she's usually sleeping. she's a bartender downtown at the poison apple, where she works night shifts with jay's cousin jade and where deigo de vil's band occasionally plays.

mal takes the stairs two at a time, ending up in her small bedroom. the walls, originally an ugly off-white, have been covered in paintings mal has done over the years. they're mostly spray paint portraits of her friends, all done in black and white. mal's mother called them an ‘affront to her authority.’ or at least she did, back when she was still talking to mal. now she mostly spends all her time at her yarn store, spindle & prick, and when she's not at the yarn store, she's working in her home office. not that mal is mad about being ignored, per se. being ignored is better than being pressured into fulfilling her mother's dreams and being abused when she doesn't live up to them.

mal flops on her bed, frowning. she can't get the image of her with that stupid crown on her head out of her mind. how'd ben get that art to look so much like her, anyway? she'd seen him in art class freshman year — he couldn't draw if his life depended on it, so he must've paid someone to do it. but none of that explained exactly what his goal was.

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years

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What are the councils reaction to medical trauma time travel au anakin. Bcs like holy shit. The prophecy kid is fine one moment and then there's silence for three months, and then turns out the prophecy kid lived through a future where the sith won and he got tortured for two decades. Sure, vader completed the prophecy by killing sidious and then dying, but at what cost? Also the sith lord is the goddamn chancellor.

In the wise words of this new chapter from Mace’s POV: Read on AO3!

Mace’s day had gone from bad to worse with an hour of Kenobi-Skywalker-Tano being in vicinity. The trio truly managed to always bring chaos and destruction with them, no matter how polite Obi-Wan smiled or Skywalker managed to distract from it by pointing towards the bigger evil. They had been granted shore leave – and wasn’t it bitter to think of such when they were not supposed to be warriors? – for a week to sort out whatever terrifying discovery they had made, but Mace was beginning to think that it would take longer than that.

Skywalker’s breakdown this morning had been painful. Mace was especially sensitive to emotions running rampant. It was one of the reasons why standing next to the supernova that was Skywalker could be distracting at times. He still had a headache and didn’t want to know what the aftermath would have looked like if Obi-Wan hadn’t been there, pulling risky mind healing techniques he had not been educated in, to keep Skywalker’s shock from putting half the temple to their knees.

It had certainly left its marks on Obi-Wan. While Skywalker was sleeping soundly in the presence of his Padawan, his clone medic and Vokara, Obi-Wan stood in front of the Council, exhaustion running deep.

“Obi-Wan,” Mace started, foregoing all formalities. “What happened to Skywalker? Your reports stated he wasn’t fit for actually standing on the battlefield and providing any kind of back up that isn’t handing out orders, but not this.”

Obi-Wan was struggling to keep his expression neutral, but in the end, his tiredness won out as he sank back into his chair. “I am aware. We miscalculated and didn’t expect him to have such an adverse reaction to being back.”

“You are not making a lot of sense,” Plo Koon spoke up.

“I know, I apologize. We were not planning to start our briefing by talking about Anakin’s condition. He didn’t want to mention it at all, but his medic, Kix, persuaded him. It was not supposed to overshadow other details and I don’t actually know all the details as it falls under doctor-patient-confidentiality.”

Obi-Wan paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t think Anakin wants me to know anything beyond what I need to keep him in check.”

He sounded as if he were quoting, taking words Skywalker had bestowed upon him.

Mace could feel coldness rest upon his bones, fear attempt to take a hold of him. Whatever discovery they had made, it must be gruesome that it could break Skywalker so and still have him consider his own tattered mind an afterthought to be dealt with at a later date. He couldn’t even imagine anything that would require keeping Skywalker in-check. He was reckless at times, brash, and his control could be better, but he was an excellent Jedi. Anakin wanted to protect people and his trust, while hard-earned, was easily given.

So what had caused a Knight of his caliber to be in such pain?

“Obi-Wan, what can you tell us?” Shaak Ti asked, her tone reminiscent more of a Master’s talking to their worried Padawan.

“We know the identity of the Sith Lord.”

Obi-Wan’s words cut through the air like a sharp blade. For a moment Mace thought he had misheard him, that they couldn’t have just stumbled upon such critical information.

“Sure you are?” Yoda asked, the kind of seriousness you gained only after centuries lingering in his voice.

In moments like these, it was easy to see the strength that upheld the grandmaster of the Order, the fierce protectiveness that guarded them even in times like these and grieved deeply for every life lost when they couldn’t afford to stop on the battlefield.

Obi-Wan let out a bitter laugh, the trembling of his shoulders much closer to the body language of a grieving man on the verge of tears.

“Anakin remembers close to twenty years of torture under Darth Sidious and all his claims make sense. It’s all so clear to me now, we were so blind to all his schemes, waking into a trap.”

“Twenty-years?”

“A vision,” Obi-Wan elaborated, then hesitantly. “Or something similar enough to it. He seems to think of it as time travel.”

“Impossible.”

“That’s what I thought as well, but do you know what else could explain it? He just collapsed in the aftermath of a clean-up and when he woke, he didn’t feel like Anakin anymore. Not the way I knew him to, there was just so much suffering.”

What Mace would remember, even years down the line, was the haunted look on Obi-Wan’s face. For a man who had lost his Master to the first Sith in centuries, slew it and then continued on raising a Padawan and leading a war to show such open horror was downright frightening.

“We need to talk to him right now,” Oppo Rancisis voiced what they all thought. If Skywalker had such critical information, they needed it. They had to end this war as quickly as possible and yet-

“No,” Mace said. All eyes turned to him. None of them were displeased by it, most looked thankful. The war had made it so that they needed to hold back as to avoid giving the Senate, or the Chancellor as it were, even more reason to put the Jedi under direct control. They had to compromise their values, raise an entire generation during wartime all while fighting endless battles without being able to protest against it. Here, in their home at least, they could still execute some measure of control. “Skywalker is hurting and we have not yet fallen so far that we unconditionally sacrifice the wellbeing of our own. Obi-Wan, how much has Skywalker revealed to you?”

From the way Obi-Wan sighed in frustration, Mace suspected that it wasn’t much.

“Only a fraction of what he knows I suspect. He told me of a few critical battles and Separatist strongholds. Mostly, his thoughts have been occupied attempting to figure how quickly he can kill Sidious without the Republic descending into chaos as a result.”

For the months Skywalker had been at least partially out of commission, though Mace wondered how he had been planning any battles at all given this morning’s episode, the 501st and 212th, when not demanded elsewhere, had chosen their destinations rather liberally. Mace had suspected that they had an informant, a man on the inside, as more and more of their campaigns had been successful. The possibility of Skywalker having had a vision of such a magnitude was still unbelievable, but it was entering the realm of possible.

“Why would it descend into chaos?” Shaak asked.

“Because Darth Sidious currently holds all the power,” Obi-Wan spat out, control receding completely and the fiery anger he had been known for as an Initiate showing itself. “He’s the Chancellor. Sheev Palpatine is the Sith Lord and if we don’t take him out soon, he will burn the Republic to the ground to build his Empire.”

And the world cracked, revealing shatterpoints of stunning clarity.

#star wars #mace windu #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #medical trauma time travel au #ask #it's not even evening and obi wan already had the worst day #mace too #poor man #anon #fanfic

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1wayticket2h3ll · 4 years

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Out of curiosity what’s the top 3 (or more if you want) AU’s you’ve seen from the Ninjago fandom? Cause my GOD people here are so damn creative, you included!

These are no particular order

@/9d00m's rapper au plasma is a cute ship and I think they're just cute 🥺

@/monomorris any of their evil Kai aus are *chefs kiss* I really like they're evil oppo one a lot

And I for the life of me can't find who made the celestial au but like I really like the story on it (even tho I don't think It was being continued last time I remember)

#ticket asks #theres a lot of aus tho and they are all so good🥺

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rinas-ninjas · 5 years

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Question to ask while ya’ll wait for me to get off work:

Would ya’ll rather I write out aus and drabbles like the evil Kai oppo, tornados, etc on AO3? With links posted here, of course.

#rina speaks #questions

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lesbianzane · 4 years

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i wanna write a fic for the evil oppo au but brain does not like cooperating with me😭

#thank u college writing for making me hate writing! /s #i wanna write soooo many things but i cant :(#my post #hopefully ill get around to it

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arishawatson-blog · 5 years

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