#i'm pointing out that his upbringing by a cold-hearted piece of shit turned him into the monster he became

[fellthemarvelous]

I want to talk about Obi-Wan and Maul

This might end up being kind of long so bear with me, and my thoughts are kind of all over the place and possibly slightly incoherent.

Maul and Obi-Wan had a rivalry that was insanely brutal. (More under the cut.)

Maul survived being cut in half by Obi-Wan and ended up going insane, no longer connected to reality and living in the sewers for many years. Once Savage took him back to Dathomir and the Nightsisters "fixed" him, he found clarity again and became wholly fixated on Obi-Wan, the only person he had any connection to from his past. He hated all Jedi, but there was no one he hated more than Kenobi.

Obi-Wan, for his part, was horrified to learn that Maul had survived considering Obi-Wan had cut him in half.

Their rivalry is probably one of my favorites in all of Star Wars.

Maul was bloodthirsty, vengeful, and full of rage.

Obi-Wan was the opposite. He was kind, compassionate, took no pleasure from killing others, and loved unconditionally.

And one thing Obi-Wan eventually came to understand about Maul was that Maul had not had a good life. He recognized that Maul was raised to be the person he was because of the cruelty of Darth Sidious.

The Nightsisters handed baby Maul over to Darth Sidious to be trained in the ways of the Sith. Darth Sidious, who is famously cruel and diabolical. Darth Sidious, who raised Maul to be expendable because Maul was just a means to an end for Sidious.

Maul who never grew up experiencing love. He never experienced kindness or compassion. He was raised to be an assassin, a cold-blooded killer, doing anything and everything Sidious asked of him.

And he eventually understood that he had been nothing more than a tool for Sidious.

So he was angry. Alone. Full of hate. And wanted revenge.

And his anger at Obi-Wan was more than just him losing his legs. Obi-Wan caused him to lose the only life he knew. He had no guidance once Sidious was finished with him.

The only life he knew was one of cruelty. He'd never bonded with anyone until he met Savage.

And when Sidious killed Savage, Maul was alone again. (Ironically, Sidious killed Savage the same way Maul had killed Satine like five minutes prior.)

He had no one on his side again.

He tried to connect with Ahsoka, and then with Ezra years later.

But still, more than anything, he wanted to break Obi-Wan the same way that he himself was broken. He wanted to see Obi-Wan lose control and become like him. He was almost successful when he forced Obi-Wan to watch him kill Satine.

But Obi-Wan proved to be unbreakable even in that moment, and Maul's obsession only became stronger, along with his rage.

Maul was unable to comprehend love, and it drove him crazy that Obi-Wan had actually tried to connect with him in the moments leading up to Satine's death. Obi-Wan had tried to show Maul compassion and it infuriated Maul. He hated that Obi-Wan was trying to be kind to him.

Maul was a monster in every way, but he was also a victim raised under the cruelty of Darth Sidious and only knew how to be what Sidious had molded him into.

And on the other side we have Obi-Wan Kenobi. Despite his sass and sharp wit, he is kind and loving. He loved being a Jedi and devoted his life to living by the Jedi code. And he may not have always gotten it right, but he never strayed from the core principles.

(And always be as dramatic as possible.)

I've seen some bizarre criticisms of Obi-Wan that have me scratching my head. His attachment to Anakin, for one, like there isn't a rich and complicated history behind their relationship in the first place.

He's criticized for not killing Anakin so clearly Vader's reign of terror is somehow Obi-Wan's fault.

Let's examine all of this a bit closer.

We often joke about the fact that Obi-Wan has a vast collection of dismembered body parts, but Obi-Wan does not like killing others. He kills when he has no other option.

He prefers to disarm his opponents, quite literally. He cut off Zam Wessell's hand instead of killing her even though she was about to kill him. He just wanted answers. She had no real way of fighting back because he had injured her.

He disarmed the man who was threatening Luke in the cantina in A New Hope. He didn't kill him though. It's not like he was a major threat.

And on Mustafar, he couldn't bring himself to kill Anakin. He cut off one of Anakin's arms and both of his legs, an action that tore him apart because he loved Anakin so much. Anakin was defenseless at that point, and he was also completely on fire thanks to the lava. No part of him imagined that Anakin could have survived being burned alive, and he spent the next ten years hating himself for leaving Anakin to die until he learned that Anakin not only survived but was incredibly angry with him and wanted to kill him.

Just like Maul.

Obi-Wan did not like the idea of killing. At all.

And perhaps it was his attachment to Anakin Skywalker that brought the galaxy to its knees, but that attachment was because he and Anakin had always had a confusing relationship.

Let's take into consideration the fact that Obi-Wan, at the end of The Phantom Menace and only 25-years-old, had just watched his Master die at the hands of Darth Maul, subsequently killed Darth Maul (but not as much as he thought he had), been given the title of Jedi Knight, and taken on nine-year-old Anakin Skywalker (almost immediately after being knighted), a boy who had just been freed from slavery and had to leave his mother behind to pursue a life as a Jedi because being a Jedi had always been his dream.

Then maybe take into account the fact that Obi-Wan Kenobi was grieving the loss of Qui-Gon while Anakin struggled with being away from Shmi for the first time in his life. Obi-Wan didn't just train Anakin in the ways of the Jedi, he raised Anakin. He treated Anakin like a brother while Anakin said Obi-Wan was the closest thing he ever had to a father. Obi-Wan has always been good with children, and it's only natural that he would take on a parental type of role despite the fact he was only 16 years older than Anakin. He loved Anakin the way a brother would, and it did blind him to some of Anakin's more concerning habits, but Anakin also kept his biggest sins a secret because he was ashamed of himself, and he never wanted to know what it felt like to have Obi-Wan be disappointed in him.

Their relationship was messy because they were attached to each other, but Obi-Wan still did his best to teach Anakin. It had been Qui-Gon's final wish for him to train the boy, and Obi-Wan trusted his master.

So it was his attachment to Anakin that prevented him from killing Anakin aka Darth Vader, but it was very in character for him to choose not to do so. He always believed there were other ways to fight back.

And in the end, not killing Anakin had been the right choice. Anakin is the one who defeated Sidious (at the cost of his own life too) in an act of love for his son Luke and returned balance to the Force.

Obi-Wan didn't want to kill Maul either, but Maul gave him no choice. Maul was now a threat to Luke.

Maul lived a tormented, lonely life because he was never able to come to terms with the pain and anguish he'd experienced as a child that turned him into the monster he was throughout the rest of his life.

Obi-Wan (Ben) was able to rise above the suffering he'd endured and made peace with what had happened during and after the Clone Wars. He was so very much connected to the Force by this point because he had finally been able to let go of the tragedies of his past.

When he defeated Maul, he didn't treat it as a victory. He cradled Maul in his arms the same way he had held Qui-Gon and Satine when they died by Maul's hand.

He offered compassion to Maul despite Maul's atrocities, and in doing so, allowed Maul to experience peace for the first time in his long life.

In his final moments, he was treated with the dignity he had never given any of his victims.

And I think, in the end, Maul finally understood what he had been deprived of his entire life.

Obi-Wan was a true Jedi. He might have made a few errors along his journey, like everyone else does. He proved he was a master not by his skills with a lightsaber but by his ability to show compassion to those who don't necessarily deserve it because they are the ones who usually need it the most.

Star Wars Rebels gave us such beautiful closure to a rivalry that spanned decades.

[panda-noosh]

I don't know if requests are still open (if they're closed i'm sorry for asking) but if they are still open may i ask for a scenario with keith comforting reader after she's had a bad day please? (bonus if it's a college au and they're roommates crushing on each other) thanks a lot and sorry for asking if requests aren't open anymore

   It’s been a long day.

   Recently, your life has been made up of very, very long days.

   Your limbs feel heavy, like you have to physically drag them along the corridor just to get from point A to point B. At this point, you’re willing to simply curl up in a ball and go to sleep in the middle of the hallway.

   The door to your dorm is opening before you’ve even reached it. Keith pokes his head out, black hair ruffled, a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt on. He looks well rested, sprightly in a way only Keith can. You still don’t understand how he does it - sleep. How he just. . . finds the time.

    He smiles lightly when he sees you. “I thought I saw a black cloud over the building.”

   You shoulder past him into the room. “Have you put coffee on?”

   “Of course. Always.” Keith closes the door and turns, watching you trudge to the kitchen, feet barely lifted off the floor. You can feel his eyes burning in the back of your head, but you’re too tired to pretend right now. “Are you sure you should be having coffee? I think you need sleep.”

    “I have an essay to write,” you reply. “And I have to work on my dissertation. And I have an exam in chem I have to study for-”

     “Can they not wait till tomorrow? It’s Saturday.”

   “I’m already behind.”

   Keith scoffs, striding across the living room to your side. He snatches the coffee pot out of your hands and sets it back on the boil. You groan, getting ready to argue, but all the fight is drained from you when he grabs your shoulders and turns you to face him, and suddenly all you can see is Keith and his violet eyes and that tiny little smile he only ever wears when he’s with you, in the safety of your shared room, and you’re being a pain in the ass.

    You scowl, trying to ignore the butterflies that jump to your stomach. “I’m behind, Keith.”

   “No, you definitely are not,” Keith replies. “I’ve seen how much you work. There’s no way in hell you’re behind in anything.”

   “My homework diary begs to differ.”

    Keith raises a brow. “You need sleep. You get grumpy when you haven’t slept.”

    You scoff and pull out of his grip. Again, you reach for the coffee pot, and Keith does not interject this time, instead choosing to fold his arms over his chest and lean against the counter. He does this sometimes, just watches you, inspecting each and every one of your movements. It’s as if he’s afraid you’re going to topple over, and in truth, with the way you look right now, it’s a valid anxiety for him to have.

    “So how was your day anyway?” he asks conversationally, though you recognise the lilt in his voice as the one he uses when he hasn’t entirely forgotten what you were originally talking about.

    You shrug. “Shit.”

   “Why?”

   “I got a 67 on my biology test.”

    Keith stares at you. You sip your coffee.

    “Just not good enough,” you mumble into your cup. “That’s gonna make my report look lousy.”

   “That’s why you’re in such a bad mood?” Keith demands. “Because you got a 67?”

   “I’ve been getting 80′s and 90′s since the start of the year!” you exclaim, the effort of raising your voice making you dizzy. “How did it dip so much?”

    Keith rolls his eyes. “You are literally the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

    You shove his shoulder. “You don’t understand.”

    “Maybe not,” he replies. “But I know you, and I see you, every single night, slaving over your desk for hours on end. The fact that you’ve convinced yourself anything below an 80 is bad is just. . . ridiculous.”

    He’s said this to you before. Multiple times. Everybody has said this to you, but it never hits home. It never makes sense. And yes, you can understand why some people believe you to be overreacting, but they haven’t had the upbringing you’ve had, and just because they don’t put such high expectations on themselves doesn’t mean you’re wrong for doing so.

    You take another sip of your coffee. “I’m an overachiever.”

    “You’re going to bed.”

    Your eyes snap up. “What-”

  But Keith doesn’t let you finish. He grabs your mug, places it on the counter before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you forward. It takes a second for you to realise what he’s actually doing, but once the realisation dawns, you start fighting back, kicking against the kitchen cupboards, being lifted off the floor as you groan and repeat, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” on repeat.

    “Yes you can,” Keith says, a hint of amusement evident in his tone. It makes your heart sing, because you only ever hear it when you’re within the walls of your dorm. He doesn’t share that kind of amusement with anyone else. “Oh my God, Y/N, don’t make me lift you.”

   “You haven’t got the strength-”

   He lifts you right off your feet.

   You screech, barely managing to slap a hand to your mouth before someone surely calls the police and reports an attempted murder. Keith laughs, a tiny splutter. 

    “This is awful,” you mumble. “You’re being awful. Why can’t you just let me wallow in self-hatred in peace?”

   “Because,” Keith replies, kicking open his own bedroom door and tossing you on the mattress. “You’re incredible, and it’s about time you start treating yourself like it.”

   You pause, certain you’ve heard him wrong. No. That doesn’t make sense. Keith doesn’t just use words like incredible, especially not when he’s talking about you. That’s one of the Strong Adjectives, isn’t it? One that means a lot. Keith doesn’t risk using those.

    He stands in the doorway, hands on his hips. When you meet his eyes, he nods towards the bed, a silent way of saying Get tucked in. Slowly, you peel back the covers and slip beneath them, keeping your eyes on your room mate the entire time.

    He nods, content, and turns to leave, but you can’t let that happen. Not right now. Not when he’s on the brink of saying something meaningful.

   “Keith, wait.”

   He pauses, glances over his shoulder. “I’m not getting your coffee for you.”

   “Why do you treat me differently than everyone else?”

   His shoulders tense. His bottom lip disappears between his teeth. His grip tightens on the door frame. “What do you mean?”

   “You know what I mean.”

    “Y/N-”

   “Because. . . . well, like, I know I’ve never said it, but I like you. A lot. You - you take care of me when I need it, and you remind me that I’m okay, that everything is - uh - good, and okay, and I just. . . I don’t know. If you don’t feel the same way-”

    He turns fully then, the light from the hallway making his skin look paler than it really is. You look away, unable to meet his gaze when he’s looking like that, when you’ve just said something like that.

    “How do you think I feel?” he asks.

    You shrug. You don’t want to get your hopes up. He’s nice to you, and he treats you differently than he treats everybody else,but you also have the upper hand on everyone else. You live with him. He can’t be cold and distant all of the time, and maybe he just sees his time at home, with you, as a time to relax. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.

   But then he’s walking towards his bed and he’s sitting by your feet, and his hand is touching your cheek as his eyes never leave your face. You inhale, biting your bottom lip.

    “You know how I feel,” he says. “I’m not letting you sleep in my bed and making you coffee and calling you incredible because I think you’re a good pal.”

    Your stomach jumps. “Keith-”

    “You had a bad day today,” he mumbles, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”

    He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your temple, lingering just a moment too long to be considered innocent. He pulls away then, smiles that oh-so-soft smile before he gets up and leaves the room.