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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones (2002) Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005) Obi-Wan Kenobi - Part V (2022)
All that pain and misery. And loneliness. And it just made it kind.
― Amy Ponds (Doctor Who)
The only reason Maul and Cad Bane were not in Kenobi was because if Obi-wan saw them he would have immeadiately shoved them both on to a ship, shot it in to space and blew it up
EVERYONE KEEP CALM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
Rewatched A New Hope and yeah no matter how much Disney wants me to believe otherwise, at no point does Leia even hint that she knows Obi-Wan as more than "you fought alongside my father in the war"
Even if she didn't want to say anything about it in an already top-secret message just in case it got in the wrong hands (in which case she took more care than most characters in Kenobi in that department) then it's really weird having her watch the death of a man who saved her life at a crucial stage in her development and she seems to be more concerned with consoling Luke than showing any kind of grief herself
Its almost like they never intended for her to know Kenobi prior to ANH... funny that
#obi-wan broke the right side #ahsoka broke the left side #but only luke was able to fully unmask vader and bring back anakin
You already have, Luke.
Why not, just at the end, just be kind?
Din Djarin x obiwandaughter!reader Masterlist
Blurbs
Platonic:
Reunited
Romantic:
How You and Din Meet
Don’t Belong Here
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Shattered
Summary: A Jedi and a Mandalorian. Impossible right? Not for Satine and Obi - Wan. Hell, he even said he would leave the Jedi Order for her. But you wished it was you...
A/N - I have only watched a few episodes of Clone Wars so I am not overall familar with Satine and Obi - Wan’s romance. I just thought it would be a spicy fanfiction hehe. This story is also not based on any specific Clone Wars episode, but rather an imaginary situation.
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You watch Obi-Wan and Duchess Satine walk ahead of you, escorting her onto a ship that would take her to clan negotiations. With each flirtatious laugh passed between them, your grip on your blaster becomes tighter and tighter. The only thing running through your mind was that she was the wrong Mandalorian, you wanted it to be you.
Obi-Wan was in the deepest parts of your memory. Ever since Satine needed protecting from the Death Watch, the Jedi hadn’t left your life nor your thoughts. Many nights protecting the Duchess were spent over drinks and long talks of battles you both had faced...
“So you’re telling me that Anakin really jumped out of speeder to chase after a changeling?” you say in between bursts of laughter.
“Yes!” Obi - Wan says, exasperation evident in his voice. “He was lucky he wasn’t killed in his attempt.”
“Stars! You must have had the time of your life training that whirlwind,”
As your laughs settle, you bring the small glass to your lips, sipping the burning liquid the Jedi had brought to your room to share. Obi - Wan shakes his head from his seat in front of you, the amber liquid softly shaking with the movement. You let the intoxicating substance slip down your throat, a soft smirk etching it’s way across your face.
“Got any other stories in you tonight, General?” you say to tease.
“Not any that come to mind, but tonight is definitely going into my list.” he replies, taking a soft sip from his thin glass.
“I feel honored, but why?”
“It’s not many times I can say I have laughed this hard with someone. Also, it was awfully comedic when you were cleaning your blaster while trying to eye me from the side,” he gestures to the blast on your wall.
“And who says I was checking you out? Maybe there was something on your cheek.”
“Possibly, but there was most likely nothing on my lips,”
He had you caught. Damn his wit. You shake it off quickly, reminding yourself of the situation as to why he was here. To protect your best friend once again, the very woman he was beginning to draw close too.
“I’ll take it as a compliment that tonight was memorable, Obi,” you say, finishing your drink.
“Have you seen how Anakin looks at Senator Amidala?” you quickly add, changing subjects from the topic that left your heart full of pain.
He was one of the few that ever saw your face beneath the helmet, besides the Duchess of course. In the end, the connection you were sure was true was nothing but an imaginary one. A plea to be more then friends that had been harshly ignored.
Standing at the doors to the ship, you scan the clones as they enter, ensuring that all of them were authorized to travel with the Duchess. However, your focus is broken by a Scottish accent.
“You seem tense today, (Y/N). Are you sure everything is alright?” he asks.
“Just that ex Padawan of yours getting on my nerves once again,”
“Hey!” you heard Anakin exclaim from inside the ship, causing you to chuckle beneath your helmet.
“Now there’s that chuckle I missed,”
“Yeah, sure, Kenobi,” you mumble quiet enough that your modulator couldn’t echo it into the real world.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, General Kenobi, just get in the ship. It’s time to take off,”
His face quickly contorted into one of confusion at not only your shortness with him but the backwards step in name. You had always called him Obi - Wan, Obi more specifically when you were alone. It was obvious to him something more pressing was on your mind, but he couldn’t figure out why. All of his worries were put on the back burner as he boarded the ship, enjoying Satine’s company once again.
You step into the ship after he has put space between the two of you, letting a soft sigh release from your lips. The door slams shut under your force, leaning your helmet clad head against it as you dread the day to come.
“You know,” you hear Anakin say, “my master can be quite blind.”
“What are you talking about, Anakin?” you turn to the black robed Jedi.
“He’s blind to your love towards him. Anyone can see it, I certainly can,”
“And I see your love for Senator Amidala,”
With that, his cheeks glow pink, making you chuckle softly and gently pat his shoulder.
“You got your love, Mandalorian’s like me don’t get that,”
Picking up your blaster again, you give Anakin a curt nod before walking to the door that lead to Duchess Satine’s room. You guard it’s doorway, listening to their sickening laughs as you travel through hyperspace.
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The night you had arrived on the planet had been eventful...
At the meeting with the senators, there of course was an attack on the Duchess’ life. Multiple deadly drones had sneaked into the room, ready to inject the deadly poison directly into Satine herself. You could tell that from the ever so stoic Obi - Wan standing beside you that he sensed a disturbance in the Force. But you had caught the deadly machines first.
With your usual accuracy, you killed multiple of the droids that had already surrounded the Duchess. Soon after, Obi - Wan took care of the rest, ensuring that none of the intended poison was delivered. Once you turned around after radioing the clones to meet you at the meeting room, you saw Satine safe in Obi - Wan’s arms.
You were grateful for the mask, but never as much as you were now. It felt like your heart had shattered like glass, its sharp corners ripping the walls of your chest as they fell. Tears formed in your eyes, you had never seem them this close before. It was the conformation you needed that you had absolutely no chance.
After bidding a farewell to the senators, you and Obi - Wan followed her to her room to ensure her safety. You remained an outsider to their conversation as you walked her down the hall. The tears threatening to fall would leave a block in your voice, an obvious tell that you couldn’t afford. With a large swallow, you let out a deep breath and entered the Duchess’ room and scanned it for any possible danger.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright alone tonight?” you heard Obi - Wan question.
“Yes, I promise Obi - Wan, I’ll be quite safe. I trust (Y/N), she’s been protecting me for years. I trust her with my life.”
There was the other kicker. You and Satine had always been close. Behind closed doors, the two of you used to be inseparable. Your united belief in leaving the barbaric Mandalorian ways behind and your youth was the cord that tied you together. Only for it to be severed by your feelings for the Jedi. Over everything, you wanted your best friend to be happy. That obviously meant with Obi - Wan and because of your strong feelings, you kept your distance.
“Everything seems safe in her, Satine,” you say.
“Goodnight, Obi - Wan,” she says with a soft smile.
With a soft smile and a bow, the Jedi left and you knew you were screwed.
“So are we going to talk about your avoidance of me?” Satine questions.
“I’ve just been busy,” you try to lie.
“You’ve been busy protecting the person you’re actively avoiding,”
You sigh, taking off your helmet and laying it on her bed before looking towards your friend.
“With everything going on, from the Death Watch to rebuilding Mandalore, I’ve just been overwhelmed,” you try to lie again.
“I would believe that,” she comments, walking to her small bag and pulling out some casual clothes that contrasted to your engraved armor. “If I knew that Obi - Wan wasn’t nearby.”
You knew you couldn’t lie to her. There was no way, Satine knew you like the back of her hand. With a deep sigh, you look away dejectedly, the weight of your love making your armor seem heavier then before.
“Sit,” she whispers softly, gracefully sitting on the bed in front of you.
Of course, you listen to your sister in arms, sitting beside her as you cautiously lay your helmet to the side. Gently, you pull your hair to your side, the long braid that was once tightly knit into a bun coming undone, the frizz apparent from the helmet’s friction. Satine’s careful fingers remove your armor with grace and respect as your tradition says too. As she does your work, you unbraid your hair, your thoughts filled with the bearded Jedi.
“I’m happy you’re happy, Satine.” you blurt out, feeling a part of the weight you had been carrying around suddenly lift.
Once your armor was removed, you strip from your under garments that hold it in place, left in nothing but your underwear. Satine had seen you like this many times before, it was never awkward.
“As glad I am hearing you say that, why do you say this?” she replies softly.
“You and Obi - Wan,” you choke on the tears of heartbreak, quickly swallowing them down. “He ma-”
Before you could finish, the door to her room flies open to reveal a very flustered looking Obi - Wan. He runs a hand through his long hair, softly shaking his head that wasn’t pointed towards you quite yet.
“Satine, you’re driving me cra-” Obi - Wan’s gaze turns upwards and he quickly panics.
You were in the same boat, using the clothes in your hands to quickly cover up as soon as he had entered.
“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know you and the Duchess were busy,” he says, quickly trying to back out.
By the time the stuttering man had spit out his sentence, you were already dressed and your armor plus helmet in hand.
“Don’t worry, General. I wasn’t sleeping with your girlfriend.” you quickly say out of embarrassment, a bitter taste in your mouth to what his previous sentence would have finished at.
As fast as you can, you quickly exit from Satine’s room and make your way quickly down the hall before letting tears fill your eyes.
“(Y/N)!” you heard him yell, but you didn’t answer.
Quickly, you open the door to your small sleeping quarters, locking the door fast. With a shaky breath, you lay out your armor like you did every night, your helmet in the middle of it all. That’s when you gave in.
When you gave in to the deep wounds, scratched and embedded pieces of your hear bursting after it’s shatter. The pieces pierce you over and over as your quiet sobs rack your chest from embarrassment and hurt.
He was there to make love to your best friend, the one thing you saw coming. From what you had heard earlier on the ship, in between the loud bursts of the engine below you. Satine had convinced him to leave the Order for her. It was official.
The heartbreak set in. Your heart was left shattered.
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Shattered - Part 2
Summary: A Jedi and a Mandalorian. Impossible right? Not for Satine and Obi - Wan. Hell, he even said he would leave the Jedi Order for her. But you wished it was you...
A/N - I have only watched a few episodes of Clone Wars so I am not overall familar with Satine and Obi - Wan’s romance. I just thought it would be a spicy fanfiction hehe. This story is also not based on any specific Clone Wars episode, but rather an imaginary situation.
There is a reason the quote “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger” is around. Despite the deep cuts left in your chest due to your shattered heart, you used the pain as fuel, a purpose. To become hardened, to never let another man into your heart like that again. You were a Mandalorian and much to Satine’s dislike, you were a warrior at heart, meant to protect others and your people.
You repeated these words to yourself over and over during your stay on the planet. Keeping your conversations short with the Jedi while you trained by yourself. Only talking to Satine if she promised to not bring up the heartbreak.
With every other attack that came against the Duchess, you became more accurate, more deadly. You were liking the person you were turning into, a true Mandalorian. A warrior in your armor that people feared. It felt good to no longer be the weak girl the General had left you as.
Until today.
You watched the ships being loaded up closely, ensuring that none of those droids could stowaway. Every time you saw one crawl into the luggage, your blaster was up by your eyes and the droid would be dead on the ground.
This time, Obi Wan was shoving something into one of the luggage carts as you watched one crawl it’s way onto the bag. Without a second thought, you quickly shoot it off, not minding the shot’s close proximity to the Jedi’s head.
Apparently, that was Obi Wan’s last straw, storming over to you. You let a soft sigh release, one soft enough your modulator couldn’t translate. Still gentle as ever, he grabs your arm and takes you inside, to a secluded corner away from prying arms of workers.
“What the bloody hell has gotten into you, (Y/N)?” he exclaims into a whisper.
“I’ve been doing my job,” you reply in a flat tone.
“No, you haven’t. You’ve been avoiding me, shutting out Satine, taking more risks. All you ever do is go from training by yourself to sitting in your room doing Gods knows what. It’s not healthy!”
“It doesn’t matter...”
“Yes, it do-”
All you hear is Satine’s scream, sending your entire body into flight or fight. Pushing past Obi - Wan, you run out to the tarmac to see the place littered with dead clones and Satine in the hands of a pirate.
Quickly, you lift your gun to take out the threat, but an invisible Force pushes the tip to the ground. You look at Obi - Wan, your eyes wide underneath your mask as his hand stays subtly lifted.
“Put the Duchess down, or you will regret it,”
“And how would I regret it? The Duchess is worth more then the two of you combined!” the pirate laughs.
That’s when the Force on your blaster was released. With a smirk beneath your mask, you quickly shoot the leader, sending his lackies into a blood induced rage.
Out of the corner of your eye, Obi - Wan wordlessly takes his place behind your back, hearing the loud buzz of a lightsaber being enacted. All of them were coming at you both too fast for you to shoot. So as the first one came, you used your blaster to smack them straight across the face.
Given the small space in time, you grab your staff from your pocket, clicking a button to expand it. Then, as each pirate came running towards you, you could easily smack them out of the way. Reaching into the slot on your armor, your pulled the blade seated there and stabbed each of them in the thigh as they landed. The bastards weren’t going to get away with this.
Once all of the pirates were either dead or groaning on the ground, Satine runs towards you. Quickly looking away, you return your weapons to their proper place as you think she is running towards Obi - Wan. But she runs straight into your arms and without hesitation you hold your oldest friend close to you.
“You shouldn’t have fell for the trick,” she whispers.
“(Y/N), no!” you hear the real Satine from behind you.
Just as the changeling uses her hidden blade to try and slit your throat, she freezes with the blade pressed slightly into your skin. The changeling fell to the ground, a lightsaber shaped hole in her chest.
Obi - Wan looks at you with wide eyes as you breathe heavily. Without him, you most likely would have met your doom. The pure adrenaline coursing through your veins helps you to ignore the steady stream of blood pouring all over your armor from the wound on your neck. You bend and quickly grab your blaster, your eyes scanning what was left of the luggage carts for any more threats.
“Anakin, get the Duchess on board and get us out of here. I’ll take care of (Y/N),”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Anakin quickly escort your friend on board and the ship roaring to life. As your body realizes she’s safe, your knees give out under the pressure of your sight spinning. Before you fully collapse to the ground, a pair of strong arms keeps you up, throwing an arm around his shoulders and helping you onto the ship.
Once in a secluded room, Obi - Wan quickly closes the door, your heart picking up at his presence. He quickly collects what he needs from nearby storage carts, obviously waiting for you to take your helmet off.
“Thank you for your help, but I can take care of myself,” you hoarsely say, the pain from your neck intensifying.
“She’s safe with Anakin, you need me more,”
You sigh hard once he collects everything and sets it beside where you now sit. As he goes to take your helmet off, you quickly snatch his wrists to stop him.
“(Y/N)...what did I do to break your trust?” Obi - Wan whispers, picking up on the subtle que.
“You didn’t...”
Slowly, you release his wrists, your helmet clad head pointing towards the ground as you felt the weakness you always felt around him set in. Tears spring into your eyes from the pain in your neck and the one in your chest.
“What did I do to lose you?”
“I made you, so you would be happy,” you softly say, the pain escalating at an alarming rate.
“But my dear, I have been quite the opposite,”
“What are you talking about? You’re with Satine, I see how you look at her.”
“How I look at her pales in comparison to how I look at you,”
You stay silent, trying to process his words and suppress the butterflies to threaten to tear your gut in two. The vulnerability sets in, making you tense up, making the pain even worse all over. You can’t help but a small, audible sob echo from you as it all becomes to overwhelming.
“My love,” you hear him whisper. “I’ve never been interested in Satine.”
Slowly, you feel his hands rest against either side of your helmet. This time, you don’t stop him. You opt to keep your head tilted to the ground, the stickiness from the blood against your neck adding to the overwhelming feelings that blur your mind. You feel the metal slip away from your hair, a fresh wave of cool air hitting your face and neck as Obi - Wan slowly removes your chest plate next. He lays them like Satine does, in a certain order, always showing respect.
“(Y/N), it’s you.”
You feel two fingers slip between your chin, lifting your face to meet his as your tears begin to slow.
“It’s always been you,”
He leans in without pause, you meeting him halfway through until your lips collide.
All of the emotions pent up, the same things that had overwhelmed you moments before, were gone. Your mind was clear for the first time in months, the only thing running through your thoughts was him. The way your lips danced together, like they were somehow training together in your minds, it sent goosebumps up your spine and down your arms.
There was something in the way his hands slipped from your face to your hips, like if he let go you would disappear again. Your seated position changes as you stand together, his frame pressed so tightly against you despite your remaining armor you could feel every muscle. As if it was engrained, your arms slip up his chest, around his neck, into his hair. Gently, you pull at the roots, not to force the kiss away, but as a silent message of longing. How much you had waited for this moment.
Eventually, you come up for air, both of you sharing a soft pant at the tension broken between the two of you. A smile unlike any other graces your face, happiness replacing the adrenaline that was once in your veins.
“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” he whispers, his swollen lips pressing against yours softly with his words.
“And I love you, Obi - Wan Kenobi,” you whisper in return.
After some time, he sat you down again, cleaning and stiching up the wound on your neck. Not without a chaste kiss here and there however. As he threads the needle through the last point it was needed, a thought comes to mind.
“What about the Order?”
A soft silence settles between you as the Jedi ponders your words. But only for a moment.
“When Satine first caught onto my feelings, I told her I would leave the Jedi Order if you told me too,”
As he threads and ties off the last stitch, your eyes connect again as you ponder his words now too.
“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you,”
“But then we can’t be together, (Y/N),”
You ponder once more.
“What they don’t know can’t kill them,” you mumble softly, running a hand through his tangled locks that still somehow remained soft.
“You want to keep it a secret?”
“Until you’re ready to leave, not for me, but for yourself.”
“How did I get so lucky to have a gorgeous and smart woman?” he says with a cheeky smirk.
“Shut up and kiss me already, Obi,”
Once again, he doesn’t hesitate, your lips joining in a hungrier matrimony then before. Slowly, you lay down on the bench you had been sat upon, coaxing your Jedi to hover over you. Without his lips leaving yours for a second, he braces himself above you. Just as his lips leave yours to travel elsewhere, a jolt in the ship alerts you both to your arrival back on Mandoa. Obi - Wan groans softly at the lost chance of having some fun, but the same smirk you had fallen for etches his face as he whispers to you:
“Another happy landing,”
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Would anyone want a Part 3? Maybe like an Epilogue?
If somebody hits me up with a “Hello there,” you better appreciate my reply of “GeNeRaL KeNoBi,” or the conversation won’t be lasting very long...
I love Star Wars so much omg
in light of Leia's Force-insight abilities, I propose that the reason Han was so offended by Leia calling him a 'scruffy-looking nerf-herder' was because this was her pulling directly on his own self-image issues and doubts
HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Photographed by Annie Leibovitz for Vanity Fair Star Wars: “The Rebellion Will Be Televised” (2022)
"Some people survive chaos and that is how they grow. And some people thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know."
Chaos | Nikita Gill
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New week, new effect to try ^.^ Base idea was from @maxbegone's through-line effect.
"Some people survive chaos and that is how they grow. And some people thrive in chaos, because chaos is all they know."
Chaos | Nikita Gill
Bonus:
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New week, new effect to try ^.^ Base idea was from @maxbegone's through-line effect.