I’m sorry, anon. 😦 I hope something comes through for you soon!
I’m sharing a snippet from Anabasis, though I’m not sure it quite fits the bill you’re asking for. (For something much more…viciously empowering, this snippet is my go to cheer up bit.)
There are a few spoilers in here, though if you’ve read all the other Anabasis snippets there’s probably nothing new. Also, the description is fairly subtle but Anakin does experience a flashback and a panic attack here, so be safe if you read.
The official residence of Naboo’s senator was still in the
penthouse of 500 Republica. Anakin knew it well – better, in fact, than Padmé
had realized, in the days before. She’d thought she was introducing him to a
new place. She hadn’t known, and he never would have told her, that he’d lived
there himself, in the years when his Master was still the senator.Before. That was the only way he could think of it now.
Before, when he had still been a slave and thought himself free, when Padmé had
been a secret he kept even from himself.How strange, to think that he would be living here again.
Tag: anakin skywalker
Star Wars: Ashes and Hope: Through Shadow and Flame
The main story finally has a title, and it’s being posted to AO3 while I re-read, and hopefully can figure out where it’s going next.
Through Shadow and Flame
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy
AU: Ashes and Hope
Word Count: 5184
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Vader, Sheev Palpatine | Sidious, Mace Windu, Zett Jukassa, Bail Organa
Anakin Skywalker has just rid his universe of the Sith Master and Emperor Sidious. So that can’t be Sidious, and that cannot be him kneeling to the Sith.
Or, it’s not his universe, and now he’s accidentally adopted an orphaned Padawan, a Jedi Master, and this universe’s Padmé and her children. Right. Now what?
I’d like to request the Jedi order investigating palpating because they think he’s a pedophile and stumbling into proof he’s a sith
“I don’t like how he looks at my padawan!” Obi-Wan snapped out
before he could put it on leash, gritting his teeth a bit at the
raised brows of the council and even Anakin’s startled look. Of
course Obi-Wan had done his best to project an aura of calm and
steady emotions in Anakin’s line of sight.But there were a
few things no one knew about Obi-Wan.Things he had kept
close to his heart.For one of those
things he had never let go of his passion, he still burned like a
wild fire inside waiting to be released even if the outside was
tempered.It just needed the
right kind of fuel to let all that fire out and he feared the day
someone hit that fuel and he couldn’t temper it and be the Jedi he
was expected to be.And Sheev
Palpatine…The name alone
bought a shiver up his spine.“Explain you will
Knight Kenobi. Why this mission you will not take.” Yoda offered,
brows drawn together in disapproval at the young knights outburst
though a layer of concern was hidden beneath it all at the words.Obi-Wan swallowed a
bit then glanced down at his confused looking padawan.“…No
adult…should look at a teenager the way Sheev Palpatine looks at my
padawan.” He started quietly, trying to keep himself under control,
trying not to be upset but it was hard since he was genuinely
worried.“The way he…”
Mace Windu sat back in surprise, his legs sprawled wide as he stared
at Obi-Wan. “Knight Kenobi, what are you implying?”The council seemed
to be growing tense.Anakin was shifting
on his feet.It was too late to
take back his words now though and Obi-Wan had no desire.“…He looks like
he wants to own Anakin, possess him in the most basic of ways. And I
am not going to allow him any access to my padawan without the
assurance that that man won’t…” Obi-Wan’s lips twitched
before an unbidden snarl escaped him. “I will not allow him to hurt
or manipulate my padawan.” He growled out.There was an
uncomfortable silence before Depa leaned forward a bit in her chair.
“You suspect he wants your padawan alone under…intimate
circumstances?” Her eyes flickered over Anakin.The blond was
starting to look faintly green and also somewhat panicked.“I have no
proof.” Obi-Wan stated, shifting his hands into his sleeves. “But
tell me, is it normal that a man over the age of fifty in such a
position of power wants to meet with a fourteen year old without
something untoward going on when he has no personal relation to said
fourteen year old?”The council members
looked to each other.And Anakin pressed
against his side, Obi-Wan resting a protective hand on the boys
shoulder. Obviously Anakin until now hadn’t considered it that way.And that was the
worst of it.‘Perfect grooming
behavior. Nothing wrong in the mans behavior until its too late.’
Obi-Wan held the other to his side.“K…Obi-Wan.”
Plo finally spoke up, his voice hissing but gentle through the
respirator. “We need you to name your suspicion before we can do
anything.” The Kel Dor offered carefully.Obi-Wan looked down
at his wide eyed padawan then back at the council. “I suspect Sheev
Palpatine is trying to groom my padawan for his own benefits. I think
he’s a pedophile and I formally request the Order either
investigates him themselves or involves the Judicial forces.” He
got out.Mace sat up, face
grim. “Then this meeting is adjourned, you and your padawan is now
Coruscant locked until we have resolved the matter.” He growled
out.Anakin pushed more
against Obi-Wan’s side at the tone but Obi-Wan breathed out in
relief. “Thank you Masters, for listening.” He murmured, feeling
a knot ease in his stomach.“All Jedi our
concern must be, differentiate between we can not.” Yoda offered
before he pinched his old lips together, ears lowering. “But
accusations like this not lightly we will take. Investigate the
Chancellor we shall. And if proof we find…”There was a
bristling in the Force.Obi-Wan felt
another knot in his stomach ease.The Council would
help him protect Anakin.Thank the Force.
He bowed to them,
deeply and gave Anakin a small, soothing smile.
Any chance we can get some Anabasis or DAV in celebration of Triduum/Holy Week?
Late reply is super late, but better than never I hope.
I’m working on the next DAV fic which would actually be a perfect fit for the Passover / Easter season, with its focus on themes of liberation, but it is, alas, not finished yet.
So in lieu of that (and by way of apology for being gone so long), here’s a snippet of Anabasis.
This one is pretty spoilery, tbh. But Holy Week for me is all about liberation and new life, and this part of the story is definitely that. So when I finally publish the whole of Anabasis, you all can pretend to be surprised…
[In which Anakin finds Palpatine’s collection of Sith holocrons…]
*
The place was dim and musty, and it clanged with the distant
echoes of crumbling old machinery. Padmé’s hand drifted uneasily and came to
rest on the blaster at her hip. Just in case.The door Dinsa had stopped before was the seventeenth in a
line of identical doors, each unmarked and wholly unremarkable, the sort that
might be found in any number of abandoned factories or warehouses in the Works.But Padmé didn’t fail to notice the way Dinsa stood well
back from the door, or the way she and Sabé watched Anakin closely, alert and
ready for any sudden directive. Anakin himself was focused intently, seemingly
unaware of anyone else around him. Padmé shifted from foot to foot, watching
him stand perfectly still, watching the light of memory burn in his eyes.“Anakin?” she whispered, hesitating only a moment before
placing a hand on his shoulder. Warmth bled through his clothing and into her
skin.He blinked slowly, just once, then turned from the door to
face her. His mouth curled, far too vicious to be called a smile.“This is the place,” he said. “I can feel it.”
“You have stardust in your veins, darling. That’s why, sometimes, it hurts to breathe.”
Accents
No one is sure why it happens, though the wisest masters will simply say ‘The Force’ and leave it at that. Obi-Wan hasn’t thought about it in ages when Anakin finally asks him about it.
“Master… if all the force sensitives come to the Temple as babies, how do they develop all these different ways of talking?” Anakin asks. It’s only been a few months since he had started his apprenticeship. Obi-Wan and he had been spending a great deal of time at temple, bringing Anakin’s education up to date.
“Different ways of speaking? You mean our accents?” Obi-wan asks him, coming to sit beside Anakin on the old couch. A scent hits his nose when he lands on it and Obi-wan swore it still smelled like Qui-Gon, but he doesn’t dwell on that thought.
“Yeah, I mean I get why I sound different… Mine’s the usual slave accent on Tattooine… I’m working on refining it.” He admits, flushing a bit and Obi-Wan finds himself reaching out, ruffling the boys hair.
“And a fine job you’re doing, but there is nothing wrong with the way you speak, Well… except the crass Huttese.” He says and shares a smile with his Padawan. Anakin grins at him. He’d been teaching Obi-Wan Huttese. It was a language Obi-Wan had often wanted to learn and it helped Anakin feel more comfortable and steady, particularly since he was behind in so many subjects. OBi-wan was behind on his Huttese, so it put them on a better footing.
“I suppose that most of us seem to pick up the accents of our homeworld.” Obi-wan says. Anakin blinks at him and frowns.
“But, most of you haven’t been there since you were babies.” He points out.
“No, that’s true, but regardless, our earliest memories are from there. They’re of our parents speaking to us as babies, or the people speaking around us. Even if we don’t remember; we pick these things up. As force sensitives we often absorb things, like language, differently.” Obi-wan pauses taking a breath. “Most of us also learn our native language alongside basic, and a few other languages besides, when we’re in the Creche. That likely contributes to it as well.” Obi-Wan tilts his head, remembering.
“When I was your age, still an initiate, I asked a very similar question of a Young Padawan Windu.” Obi-wan tells him and smiles when Anakin makes a face; trying to do age calculations. “And he said to me something interesting. He said ‘I think that many Jedi make sure their accents develop as a way to honor where they came from.’ Then in typical Mace fashion, he wondered off, mysteriously. But I’ve always liked that thought.” He says. Anakin’s frowning now, a mixture of frustrated and sad. The boy still projected his emotions everywhere he went.
“But I don’t really want to honor where I came from.” Anakin says unhappily and Obi-wan looks the boy over, feeling a little helpless. He takes a deep breath and for a moment everything smells earth and green before it’s gone again. It gives him an idea.
“Well, in your case, perhaps don’t honor the place. Honor the people there. Those with accents like yours. Those you cared for.” Obi-wan didn’t know their names, and he needed to learn, but today was not the day to deal with attachments(Obi-wan wasn’t keen on depriving the boy of anything, honestly). Anakin would be thinking of the names. Obi-wan smiles when Anakin starts to smile and looks up at Obi-wan.
“Okay… I like that.” He says and then he hops up off the couch, “I can I go down to the hanger?” He asks him.
“Of course, Anakin. Make sure not to start helping until they let you this time though?” Obi-wan offers with small smirk.
Anakin just shrugs carelessly. “But I made it better.” He says and heads out the door. “See you at dinner, Master.”
“Always on the move.” Obi-wan mutters to himself and then finds himself thinking of his own accent. He could barely remember his parents, his brother. But were their accents like his? For some reason… he couldn’t being their voices to mind at all. He looks around the room and all all of his, and Qui-Gon’s(he couldn’t box it up yet, he kept trying), and now Anakin’s things and feels terribly alone.
Ahhhhh Lace this is lovely!!!!
so i’ve been thinking: obirex au where obi wan is deaged to around 8-10 and doesn’t remember anyone except rex. and even then it’s not definite memories, just the knowledge this person is safe and right. rex abruptly switches roles from “secret boyfriend” to “space dad” and doesn’t know what the hell’s happening.
Oh gods, come on brain, let’s be coherent for a bit.
*Drinks more wine because yes that will help I make smart choices*
It happens so fast that Rex is barely even sure what happened. One minute there is an ear-piercing screech filling the air that has everyone doubling over in pain. Then Obi-Wan was stumbling forwards, into the blasted artifact that started the whole mess. There was a flash of light, and then the screeching stopped, as suddenly as it had begun.
Rex staggers to his feet. He can hear cursing from more than one brother (Fives and Boil are particularly vocal in their displeasure), but it’s faint as his ears are still ringing. His thoughts feel oddly scattered, until he sees the piles of robes in from of the artifact, and everything comes hurtling into painful clarity. Rex grabs Cody’s arm, yanking his brother to his feet, before he is dashing forwards and kneeling down, sudden panic struggling for control.
There is a movement, and then the pile shifts to reveal that the robes are still, in fact, being warn. By a child. A youngling, with short cut hair, red as fire, and wide, scared, green-blue eyes that Rex would know anywhere, who couldn’t be must older than eight standard, by normal human standards.
Rex can’t even begin to understand, to believe, how this could be happening. He tries to keep his voice soft, his posture nonthreatening, all the same.
“Obi-Wan?”
“Sir?” Cody kneels down a half step behind Rex.
The boy’s eyes go wider, and Rex feels a sudden swell of panic that is not his own, before it…not quite vanishes, but something close.
Footsteps ring out in the tiny anti-chamber, and General Skywalker comes thundering in, Commander Tano, Echo, Waxer, and a few others at his heels.
“What happened?! Where’s Obi-Wan?!” Skywalker demands, voice echoing off the stone walls louder than the sound of his feet.
The boy squeaks, and suddenly, somehow, he has tucked himself neatly in to Rex’s arms, hiding his face against the Captain’s breast-plate. On instinct, Rex wraps his arm around the child, resting one hand in his hair.
“Shh, shh,” He murmurs, “It’s okay. You’re safe, Little One.”
Obi-Wan curls tighter against him, and Force preserve him, Rex can feel the tiny body trembling against him.
He doesn’t mean to glare at Skywalker. Honestly, he doesn’t. It just…happens.
Skywalker stops short, and his eyes widen. “Is that-?”
Rex nods.
“What happened?” Tano asks, but her voice is quieter than that of her Master.
“We set off some kind of defensive mechanism,” Fives explains. “It seemed to disorient General Kenobi, and he stumbled, falling against that.” He points to the odd, intricately carved hunk of purple-blue rock they had discovered.
Both Jedi frown, and Skywalker moves towards Rex and Obi-Wan. “Master?”
The boy in Rex’s arms makes no reply, only peeks out from under his arm, before hiding himself once again.
“Master, it’s me. Anakin. Do you know who I am?” Skywalker asks.
A long silence rings out, and then;
“Where am I?”
Obi-Wan’s voice is high and frightened, the words shaking in a way that makes Rex’s chest ache.
“Where’s Bant and Garen?” Obi-Wan looks up Rex, and his eyes fill with tears. “Want to go home.”
Fuck. Rex hugs the child version of his…lover? Boyfriend? They had never discussed the specifics – closer, and presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Obi-Wan cuddled closer, and for a moment Rex could feel waves of WarmSafeGood washing over him.
“Don’t worry, Little One. We’ll get you home.”
He has no idea what to do, but Rex’ll be dammed if he isn’t going to protect this child to his last breath, for as long as he needs it.
Deaged Obi and the 212th
I was thinkinng about the post by @moonlightsdreaming that I just reblogged: here, about Anakin dealing with adorable tiny Obi-Wan.
But also consider:
Cody coming back from leave to find out
that not only is his General tiny, Skywalker obviously has no idea what
to do with a child. Not that Cody does, either, exactly, but it can’t be that different than herding little brothers, right? And anyway, Anakin keeps *losing Cody’s general* and feeding him
things that CANNOT BE HEALTHY SKYWALKER!!!! And just generally letting
his tiny General run roughshod over the Temple.Which,
really, Cody’s okay with quietly encouraging if it makes his General happy, but for the love of the Force, his General is way more breakable right now and will be wreaking
havoc *with* a clone escort from now on!Several of Ghost Company
take turns – and Rex volunteers Fives mostly so that he can win his bet
with Cody about how much chaos Obi-Wan can cause in a single day.–
Anakin, not at all worried about the fact that he hasn’t been able to find Obi-Wan for a couple hours, comes across Boil leaning casually against a wall in the Temple.
Anakin winced. Great. The last thing he needed was Boil to tell Cody he lost Obi-Wan again. Not after the very calm lecture he got from Obi-Wan’s Commander last time. Still. The 212th had been keeping a very close eye on their General after that, and the lecture about not losing Cody’s General would likely only be worse if Cody found out he hadn’t used every available resource to find him.
Anakin sighed, giving into the inevitable and asked the trooper: “Boil, have you seen Obi-Wan?”
“No, sir.” Came the immediate response, but the gold-marked helmet tilted in a way that made it clear that he was being laughed at, even if he couldn’t see it. Anakin dragged in a put-upon sigh. Obi-Wan’s troopers had picked up too much of his sense of humor.
Just before Anakin moved on in defeat, though, there was a tiny clatter from behind the trooper, who shifted just the slightest bit. Anakin tilted his head. That was protective. Before he could ask, a tiny, familiar voice came from inside the vent opening Boil had been casually blocking with his body.
“Excuse me, Mr. Boil sir?”
Boil’s head tipped down and he looked behind him at the mop of red-gold hair barely visible in the grate, and the pale hand sticking out of it, making blind grabbing motions.
“Yes General Kenobi?” Boil asked, suppressed hilarity in his voice. Anakin sympathized.
“Please pass me the hydro spanner.” That voice would be smooth and commanding – in about 30 years. Right now it was so adorable that Anakin had to resist the urge to scoop his deaged master out of the vent for cuddles.
“Of course, General,” the trooper replied, passing his tiny General the requested tool from his belt, and ignoring the indignant huff he got when he accompanied the tool with a ruffle of that fluffy hair.
They both watched as the boy vanished again. Doubtless on some mission he thought would be helpful, but would create a spectacular amount of chaos.
Boil straightened up again, looking for all the world that he’d just chosen to lean against this particular patch of wall, for no particular reason.
“… No idea where he is, huh Boil?” Anakin asked, trying not to laugh.
“Absolutely none, General Skywalker.”
“And who is supposed to be watching him?” Who was going to get in trouble with Cody for whatever mischief Obi-Wan created.
“Fives, sir.”
Anakin choked on a snicker.
“Carry on then.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Toba for the Frission thing!!! And maybe Dooku?
TOBA
“Master Yon?”
The sour-faced Gungan nods as he steps out of the shadows with a medkit strapped firmly to his chest. The taps from bottom of his lightstaff echo loudly in the quiet night.
“Yes, Skywalker. Good to know your eyesight continues to work.”
Ahsoka notices the embarrassed flush creeping up her Master’s neck, but when he speaks his voice is angry.
“Are you here to stop us?” he demands.
“Hardly,” Master Yon scoffs. “I’m going with you.”
DOOKU
Obi-Wan glares at Dooku through pain-slitted eyes.
“Like you said… I don’t know a thing,” he repeats, slower, every word thick with sarcasm.
Dooku’s severe countenance quirks ever so slightly, enough to show just how frustrated he is before the look is replaced with a mask of indifference that could rival Master Yoda’s.
“It appears you really do enjoy playing the imbecile. What a waste of natural talent.” Dooku says, and spreads his fingers wide once more, sparks crackling in his palm.
Drabble prompt: Obi-wan, Rex, and something involving wings.
SO I’VE HAD THIS WRITTEN DOWN ON A PIECE OF A PAPER BAG FROM WORK THAT I ALMOST THREW AWAY AND JUST FOUND IT I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG.
Drabble/Poem
Prompt: ObiRex + something with wings
Written while listening to: Style – Taylor Swift (well, edited while listening to but shh)
Muse: I looked at the O’cerry and thought “this looks like a kind of thing that would have like, thousands of variants on different planets. And they remind me of tribbles. So I’m going to slap wings on it and call it a sentient variable of the species” and so here we are
This also became a bit more of a “Clone Wars Family”-centric drabble than strictly ObiRex butIt seemed that he just couldn’t escape people who attracted pathetic life forms, because here was Rex, looking thoroughly startled as what looked like some variant of an O’cerry with soft downy feathers decided that the captain’s helmet would make a lovely home.
Anakin wouldn’t stop laughing.
“What… is it, General?” Rex asked, eyes not leaving the fist sized ball of fur and feathers.
“It looks like an O’cerry, but it seems sentient.” Obi-Wan said with a sigh. “It seems to have claimed your helmet as it’s new home while we rested.”
“That much I can tell, sir.” Rex said dryly, wanting to get it out of the helmet without having to touch the strange creature. It didn’t seem too happy about it’s discovery by the way it was letting out an odd noise and seemingly vibrating. Or growling. Rex honestly couldn’t tell.
Anakin was still laughing.
“How about you pull it out of his helmet, Master. It seems our captain has a fear of small, furry beasts.” Ahsoka teased, leaning over Rex’s shoulder and looking at the beast.
“I’m not afraid of it, I just don’t want to scare it into pissing in my helmet.” Rex said dryly.
“A valid fear.” Obi-Wan said, stepping closer to get a look at the O’Cerry variant. It’s grey beady eyes locked on his and he let out a groan. “Oh great.”
“What is it, Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked, looking to his old master, brow raised.
“It likes me.” He complained. “I haven’t had to deal with this since Master Qui-Gon passed. It seems Rex has taken his place in attracting the pathetic life forms that seem to attach to me.” He continued as the O’Cerry spread two small wings and lumbered itself into the air toward the Jedi. Obi-Wan glared at the ball of fluff as it tried to dart around his head.
“Rex, please remove your new friend from my face please.” Obi-Wan said, voice the tone of the long-suffering.
Rex tried to hold back his smile as he looked at the Jedi and the little ball of fluff. “I’m not so sure how much it would welcome that.” He admitted, reaching out his gloved hands toward the O’Cerry and watched as it’s tiny eyes scanned him, looked back to Obi-Wan then promptly landed in his hands.
“Can we keep him?” Ahsoka asked, carefully reaching to pet the top of the animal’s… head? Body? It was, after all, just an orb of fur and feather.
Obi-Wan crossed his arms and frowned at the padawan’s best pout. “Don’t look at me, it’s not my ship it will be inhabiting, and if it were you already know the answer. The last pathetic life form someone brought onto a ship I were on, he ended up my padawan.”
“Hey!” Anakin said, frowning at his old Master. “Just for that I think we’re going to find twenty of them and shove them all in your quarters.”
“No, I’m the only pathetic life form allowed in my quarters.” Obi-Wan said, glancing down to the O’Cerry and then up to Rex, who was giving him a knowing look.
“Listen, if it gets killed in any battle none of you are allowed to come crying to me about it.” Obi-Wan said finally, walking away.
The O’Cerry darted out of Rex’s hands after the Jedi and landed on his shoulder. “I don’t think he realizes that he’s the one who attracts the pathetic life forms.” Ahsoka said with a small smirk.
Rex couldn’t stop his grin. “No, I think does.”
Obi-Wan reached up to lightly pet the ball of fluff on his shoulder with one finger, eyes glancing back to Rex, a content smile on his face.
EEEEEEEEEEE, thank you!!!!! It’s fabulous! <33333
There's a Mirror on the Wall 