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Fallen for you: What Obi-Wan is doing isn’t good for anyone, that’s gonna come back and bite him in the ass isn’t it?

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Locking
the door behind him, Obi-Wan moved into the fresher and turned around
to face the door, avoiding the mirror as he pressed his back to the
wall, sinking down slowly until his rear hit the tiles.

Anakin
had finally fallen asleep after a while, Obi-Wan reassuring him and
holding his hand until the other was asleep. Only then did Obi-Wan
slip away when he was sure the other was asleep.

Because
you could only compartmentalize for so long and it was not healthy to
put it off forever.

And
this would be the only time he was alone come the morning.

His
thighs still hurt, he was pretty sure they were bruising up from
Anakin’s weight and the sharpness of his pointy
knees.

Anakin,
heavy on top of him, eyes glowing, his hands bruising and hurting
Obi-Wan’s arms.

Breathing
hitched at that, Obi-Wan pressing his hands to his face as he let out
a small whimper. He knew that Anakin wouldn’t hurt him but in that
moment, all he could imagine, all he could see wasn’t Anakin, the
boy he had taught for so long.

He
saw the man who had been hurting him, the man who had cut his clothes
apart, the man who had broken Obi-Wan’s hips and
then gone at him again.

Who
had violated him while laughing and grunting while Obi-Wan fought
against his own screams until he couldn’t hold them in.

Sobbing
silently into his hands, Obi-Wan wondered if he would ever get
comfortable and normal again in his own skin. Wondered if he would
ever heal enough to handle being held down without revisiting that
memory.

He
was a Jedi, things happened and they were at war
right now.

‘Anakin
would never hurt me and yet at that moment…’ Obi-Wan shuddered
and brought his knees more tightly to his body as he continued to
cry, tears trailing down his bared cheeks to drip on his night tunic.
‘Master, I wish you were here. You would have some kind of advice
or comforting word for me.’ Obi-Wan shuddered, hugging himself
tightly as he let his thoughts trail onto Qui-Gon and his master’s
large, warm hands, the way the man would rub uneven circles on
Obi-Wan’s back while whispering comfort, telling him that it was
alright for Jedi to cry, that you had to cope with your emotions and
feel
them, to not let them control him.

But
Qui-Gon was gone, Anakin was Fallen and Obi-Wan would never be fine
again in his life.

How
could
he be fine?

Pressing
his head back against the wall, Obi-Wan continued his silent sobbing
while pressing his hands to his mouth, desperately wishing that
Qui-Gon was there, feeling small and broken, like nothing more than
that failed Initiate that was sent to Bandomeer.

Breathing
speeding up, Obi-Wan forced his legs to push out along the floor
instead, trying to get more air down his chest as his body quivered
heavily, uncovering his nose while breathing harshly out through his
mouth, tears still rolling down his face as Obi-Wan broke down in
the fresher, unbeknownst to anyone else in the temple as the
Negotiator himself was nothing more than a broken shell having a
panic attack as he sobbed violently but silently.

He
wasn’t sure how long he sat there on the tiles of the fresher but
when Obi-Wan finally managed to settle back in his own head, he was
out of breath, his face was sticky and gritty from tears and his eyes
swollen and sore from all the crying.

Shakily,
Obi-Wan reached out for the sink and used it to pull himself up,
swallowing harshly as he looked at his tear stained and reddened
face.

His
sleep tunic was covered in wet dark sploshes and after a moment,
Obi-Wan let out a shaking breath. “…Some Jedi master I am, huh.
If only you could see me now Qui-Gon, you’d be so ashamed of me.”
Obi-Wan rasped
out the words before he laughed
emptily before turning the faucet on cold water, carefully washing
his face and cooling down his eyes.

Over
him, in the mirror, blue color flickered as a ghostly hand reached
out, hovering over Obi-Wan’s back without settling to touch. ‘I
could never be ashamed of you Obi-Wan, you
were the best part of my life and I was just too oblivious to see it
or tell you…
Oh my poor, always
so brave but foolish
padawan… I’m so sorry I can’t help you, you
need to seek help from those around you.’

The
hand sunk down on the tunic covered back.

It
garnered no attention and the ghostly man closed his eyes as a
grimace of pain crossed his face. ‘You need help from the living my
dearest padawan, for this ghost is nothing but that, incorporeal and
invisible…’ The old Jedi master mourned as Obi-Wan coughed
harshly, his body still quivering from his breakdown.

Luke and rebels go to Jedi temple after everything but instead find force ghosts in pain. Even non force sensitive can feel it. Ghosts call for obi wan kenobi to warn him about how his padawan might be after him, they dont want him to despair.

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Glancing uncertainly at both Han and Leia, Luke rubbed his arms while
glancing around the abandoned Imperial palace.

‘The
old Jedi temple… it feels so cold.’ Luke thought to himself as
he slowly stepped in past the now opened doors. It looked so…
plundered. People having run in and those that worked there before
taking whatever they wanted, things destroyed over the floor and the
Imperial flags thrown to the floor and burned.

But it
wasn’t the sight of it all that got to the group that had
volunteered to come with Luke, all of them carrying light tools just
in case the light didn’t work.

It did,
but that was almost worse, to see shadows that were cast everywhere.

There
were areas where Palpatine’s statues had been dragged over and
crushed and the longer Luke stared at the now open alcoves…

The
more he could imagine that once, there were Jedi statues there.

‘When
the clone troopers attacked, they must have destroyed so much and
afterward Sidious must have replaced it all. But… it must have
been be-

“It
was beautiful here once.” A tired voice broke through Luke’s
thoughts and he turned his head to look at the gray faced soldier he
vaguely remembered from a few of the briefings.

‘Something
Rex? Right?’ Luke tilted his head, feeling the sadness practically
ooze of the man as he looked around despondently. ‘Captain Rex,
that was it.’

Chewbacca
rawred sadly, Leia patting the wookie on the arm with a sad
expression on her face. She could more than likely feel the same
thing Luke could, being Force sensitive too.

“You’ve
been here before old timer?” Han asked in confusion, glancing
about. “Thought only Jedi were allowed in here.” He mused with a
frown on his face. 

Amber
eyes continued to look around. “…I visited the Jedi temple many
times at the height of the war… both on personal and official
errands to see both my Jedi General and my commander.” He murmured
quietly, blinking slowly.

‘…Of
course, a clone. That makes… his armor bits. It makes sense. Of
course some of them are still alive.’ Luke turned to him. “Do
you still think you know your way around?” He asked quietly.

Rex
rubbed his chin, smiling sadly. “No. The rooms are the same but…
all the markers are gone,” He pointed towards one empty spot.
“There used to be a large statue of a twi’lek Jedi there, it had
a saber in hand and a smile on its face… I used it as a marker for
when I needed to either go towards left or right. Towards the
quarters of my Jedi or towards the meeting room and the council
chambers…” He sighed and shook his head. “It’s all gone
now.”

Luke
turned back to the broken up entrance hall of broken bits and
coldness. 

He’d
like to say he only jumped a bit when Leia cupped his elbow but she
did startle him quite a bit.

The
two shared sad smiles before the group started walking into the
broken apart former Jedi temple, a chill in their bones as Luke
wavered on his decision if this could be the Jedi temple again when
it felt so… 

They
didn’t even get five steps in before they were scared out of their
skin as four shapes came into view.

“GET
THE YOUNGLINGS TO SAFETY!” Everyone jerked to, lifting weapons and
Luke went so far as to activate his saber.

Then
they could only stare at the sheer shapes in robes and tunic,
lightsabers in hands.

Jedi.

Ghost
Jedi.

“WARN
KENOBI! SKYWALK-AH!” One of them fell, a female togruta, too young
to die and yet still dead clearly.

Another
ghost suddenly ran past them, something Luke suspected was once a
child in their arm as they set them down in a hall and told them to
run before turning back, saber in hand to face certain death.

“HOLD
YOUR POSITION, GIVE THE YOUNGLINGS TIME! PADAWAN ARRON! DO-” The
man was clearly skewered through and fell.

One by
one all the ghosts they could see fell, whispers rose, pleading,
begging, rage, sorrow and the quiet voices begging Kenobi to stay
away from his padawan.

‘Away
from dad… because dad fell.’ Luke felt tears drip down his face,
the emotions getting to him as they filled the Force from long dead
Jedi whose deaths still echoed and he heard someone retch behind him
as a teen no longer then twelve fell no more than five meters in
front of them.

This
was the truth, the Jedi had existed, had lived…and had been wiped
out.

Genocide
and their home turned into a fortress of the enemy.

Glancing
behind him, he could see Leia had her face covered, most of the
others shifting uncomfortably as Chewie whined quietly, his hand on
her shoulder.

Even
Han’s eyes were glazed, clearly fighting the tears as he twitched
uncomfortably.

It was
easy to say the Jedi were dead.

To say
that they had once lived and now they were dead because they weren’t
there to see it.

But to
see this, to understand there were children in here, that
this was a culture, a people… 

‘Genocide.’
Luke thought as his eyes lingered on the old clone captain, Rex eyes
shut tightly as he trembled, hand pressed to his face as tears
rolled into his white beard. Begging ghosts who only existed in
echos for forgiveness.

Turning
back into the room, flickering his eyes around as echos went off
here and there in response to Skywalker blood, Luke felt both
incredible sadness and disappointment settle in. ‘This can’t be
the Jedi temple… not as it is. Maybe never… I’m so sorry Ben.
But the Jedi temple on Coruscant has been tainted by Palpatine…
and my father.’ Luke closed his eyes. “E chu ta.” He whispered
faintly.

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skywalkerstrikesback:

▻ “We’re not angry because your existence put us in danger, Ash–Ahsoka. We’re angry because you didn’t do everything you could to help us sooner.”

It felt like Kaeden had struck her across the face. Ahsoka had done everything she could possibly think of. She’d set up a place to hide. She’d stockpiled food and water and medical supplies. She’d helped them get organized.

But she hadn’t used the Force to save Hoban.

“Kaeden,” she said as gently as she could manage, “even Jedi can only do so much. And I promise I did my best to help your friends and your family.”

“What do you even know about family?” Kaeden said. “You never had one. And you probably never had friends, either. Just clones who had to do everything you said, because you were their superior officer.”

AHSOKA by E.K. Johnston

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skywalkerstrikesback:

▻ “We’re not angry because your existence put us in danger, Ash–Ahsoka. We’re angry because you didn’t do everything you could to help us sooner.”

It felt like Kaeden had struck her across the face. Ahsoka had done everything she could possibly think of. She’d set up a place to hide. She’d stockpiled food and water and medical supplies. She’d helped them get organized.

But she hadn’t used the Force to save Hoban.

“Kaeden,” she said as gently as she could manage, “even Jedi can only do so much. And I promise I did my best to help your friends and your family.”

“What do you even know about family?” Kaeden said. “You never had one. And you probably never had friends, either. Just clones who had to do everything you said, because you were their superior officer.”

AHSOKA by E.K. Johnston

Hey Star Wars fans

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silvergryphon:

silvergryphon:

Don’t think about Jango Fett.

Don’t think about Jango Fett and the moment that a Kaminoan doctor put a tiny bundled clone in his arms.

Don’t think about Jango Fett looking down at this wee little scrap of humanity and realizing that yes this is my son.

Don’t think about Jango holding his son close and whispering, “Boba. Your name is Boba.”

Just- don’t think about it, okay?

Seriously guys. What did I tell you?

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DON’T THINK ABOUT IT!