Mustafar hummed with death behind his back, only a moment away, somewhere out there among the rivers of molten rock. Obi-Wan let Anakin drive him toward it.

It was a place, he decided, they should reach together.

Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

Wait, does this sentence “It was a place, he decided, they should reach together“ imply that Obi-Wan wanted to die near Anakin on Mustafar?

That’s… not the Jedi-like, but taking into account their friendship…

Oh, my Obikin feels

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The new Hope born, the old hope dies. Obi Wan held the babies close as he watched Padmé die. He felt the force leave her body and surround him and the babies for a moment… and then gone. The pain he had tried to keep at bay since Order 66 overwhelmed him. He staggered back to get out of the way of the medical droids. 

He watched as they tried to revive her, but it was no point, he knew she were truly gone. Again he looked down at the babies in his arms, the newborns still a bit messy from their birth but still so beautiful. How could he have missed this? Or… rather… how could he have ignored the obvious signs? 

The babies made little sounds and he could see Anakin in them. See the features that told who the father was. He had never understood how one could tell, but now… now he saw it. 

A stone of sorrow, worry, stress, pain both physical and psychological overwhelmed him and he sank to the floor, cuddling little Luke and Leia close. Tears filled his eyes, the pain too much. His training crumbling as the babies snoozed in his arms. He let out a small pained sound. He wanted to scream, to destroy everything, to find Palpatine and kill him for taking Anakin from him, from these beautiful babies, from Padmé… but… 

Baby Luke made a little whimper, sensing the worry in the man holding him, and Obi Wan calmed his rage, burried it, killed it, and then just let it out as tears, holding the babies close, protected.

He would keep Anakin’s and Padmé’s children safe.

He would keep them safe.


Short fic to go with my art. Enjoy the sadness.

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I put this in the tags of this reblog the other day, but I guess I might as well make a post out of it.  And add pictures, because hey, why not.


Sometimes during the duel in TPM I think about Qui-Gon lying on the floor, knowing he’s dying, listening to Obi-Wan screaming, knowing that as soon as those ray shields go down Obi-Wan’s going to come through and go after Maul on his own.  And if Qui-Gon, a Jedi master, couldn’t defeat Maul, then there’s barely a snowflake’s chance in hell that his apprentice can, which means he’s going to have to lie there helpless on the floor and listen to Obi-Wan die.  He can’t pick up his lightsaber.  He can’t even turn his head to watch.  He can’t give Obi-Wan any help.


So when the ray shields go down and Obi-Wan comes through, all he can do is listen to the duel, to the clash of lightsaber on lightsaber and flesh on flesh.  They’re not yelling, they’re not taunting each other: they’re fighting to the death, deadly and quiet and he can’t see what’s happening, just the occasional flash of a lightsaber now and then.  It’s a small space to fight in, but somehow the duel doesn’t come near him.  Obi-Wan’s still putting himself between Maul and Qui-Gon.  There’s hope, a little, but not much.  Obi-Wan’s good, but he’s not that good.  Qui-Gon’s better, and look where he is now.


And then Obi-Wan goes over the reactor shaft.

And Qui-Gon knows he’s not dead, not yet, but he hears Maul kick his lightsaber over, listens to the sound of Maul’s lightsaber on metal as he sends sparks showering down onto Obi-Wan.  And thinks, “this is the end.  I failed.  No one’s going to be able to tell the Council what happened and this is important.  This is the Sith.”  It’s not even that his apprentice is going to die.  It’s that his apprentice is going to die and Qui-Gon is going to be there and not be able to do anything and that is torture.  And that this is maybe the single most important event in the history of the Jedi Order – the return of the Sith – and no one is going to survive to tell the Council.


Just think about that.  Qui-Gon was alive through the entire duel.  He was dying – but he was still alive.  And he couldn’t even turn his head to watch.