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WIP: On the Edge of Hope… Obi-wan ventures into town with Korkie, Luke, and his mother…

Some of the ladies were barely older than Korkie. More than one had dissolved into giggles when he politely greeted them. Others were roughly Padmé's age. One or two were closer to his own age, unable to keep the cynical undertone off their expressions. He treated them all with the same slightly aloof, but graciously polite air he'd used while on diplomatic assignments with the Jedi.

The latest one glided away, and Obi-wan sank into his chair. He felt like one of those ridiculous children’s toys, constantly popping up and down as yet another pushy mother dangled her daughter in front of his nose. He hailed the arrival of Korkie with relief and immense gratitude.

Korkie handed him another cup and plopped gracelessly into the chair next to Obi-wan. 'Do not even think about moving from that chair,' Obi-wan hissed.

'Why?'

'I seem to have attracted a veritable parade of unmarried women.' Obi-wan buried his nose in the cup to hide the rosy pink stain just visible over the edge of his beard.

Korkie hooted with laughter. 'You're a reasonably good-looking unmarried man, who stands to inherit a prosperous vineyard, or at least a stake in a prosperous vineyard. On top of that, you're obviously a heartbroken widower, who needs cheering up.'

Obi-wan snorted, eyeing a voluptuous young woman, wearing a dress with a plunging neckline. If she leaned over, he reckoned her breasts would simply slip from the flimsy fabric that just barely held them in. 'So someone like her —' he gestured in the general vicinity of the woman, 'is supposed to cheer me up?'

The woman caught Korkie's eye and she smiled at him, subtly shifting toward him. 'At least her… charms might.'

'Don't be crass,' Obi-wan murmured. 'Your mother wouldn't like it.'

‘Just stating facts, buir.' Korkie chuckled and leaned back in the chair. 'And the fact that you have two strong, healthy sons is a testament to your virility.' He downed the rest of his drink and set the cup on the grass. 'A single man with a decent fortune, and motherless sons is clearly in want of a wife.'

'So I'm nothing more than a prized Bantha bull in this scenario?' Obi-wan slouched further into the chair, scanning the crowd in vain for his mother, so he could insist they go home. Immediately.

'Got it in one.'

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Wingfic side-shot: Trophy

In which Fox has a few thoughts on objectification, Riyo is a great bestie, and everyone is still bully Bly over being Aayla's trophy husband.

The other vode often refer to Bly as General Secura’s trophy husband. It’s affectionate, and humourous, and it stops General Vos breathing down Bly’s neck quite so badly. Force, he is so sick of that Kiffar. Between he and General Kenobi and their friends, one of whom was a healer, and Knight Kenobi often joined them, he had more forms to fill in when they had leave together than the last time a Senator got assassinated. Which was ten months ago, thank you very much, he actually does his job.

But still. Hearing Bly called a trophy makes him flinch. They know it does – some of the other vode do the same, but not quite for his reasons.

“Fox?”

“I’m fine,” he says on reflex. Riyo hums, settling into his side with her ear pressed to his chest where his heartbeat is loud. He feels a sudden burst of fondness tear through him. She is his best friend, his second-closest confidant, and he adores her easily as much as he does his brothers.

“Really?”

He lets himself slump slightly. “No. No, I’m not. I know she means it fondly – it’s a joke, just a joke. She deals with the objectification just as much as we do. And the other Generals too, with their wings. I just,” he trails off, not quite knowing how to explain the panic ringing in his upper chest when one of his brothers-or-sons is objectified. This isn’t the Senate. These are the Jedi, their friends and family. He can see Generals Secura and Skywalker scheming something, and Commander Tano is playing tackle-tag with General Vos and Kote – no, Cody, here they call him Cody – and Rex and some Temple Younglings. It’s sweet. Click looks over at Riyo with an adorably infatuated smile.

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Lol. Anakin frantically setting Obiwan up on blind dates with literally anyone else?

Anakin tries to dissuade Obi-Wan by going on lengthy tangents about how much he misses his dead* wife. It only sort of works. Then he tries to get Obi-Wan and Satine in the same room because if it worked once--

* she's not technically dead, but given that time travel happened and the current version is in her single digits, the woman Anakin married is gone.

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Camile merely nodded, then peered at the bundle in her son's arms. Luke blinked up at her with a befuddled air, and his lower lip began to quiver, but he didn't seem inclined to cry just yet. Obi-wan was ready to cry himself. Luke was probably hungry. Again. And needed a nappy change. Again. He'd never realized as a youngling or Padawan just how labor-intensive it was to tend to infants. He'd always had help. Camile glanced at Obi-wan and gestured to the baby. 'My, you've been busy,' she said dryly.

Obi-wan's mouth feel open with a mixture of shock and outrage and the basket fell to the grass. 'What? He's not… I'm not…' He dragged his free hand down his face. 'He's not mine.' Later, when he had a few good nights of sleep under his belt, he'd ruminate more on how his mother, a person he'd seen precisely once in nearly thirty-five years, could make him feel like an irresponsible adolescent. Obi-wan raked a hand through his hair. 'His parents died when the Republic fell. They were…' His throat closed and he had to swallow hard in order to speak. 'They were my friends, and I vowed to his mother I'd watch over him. Luke.' Obi-wan's arm tightened around the baby. 'I needed to go into hiding, so I had intended to take him to his father's step-brother. I thought he would be safe there, and I could protect him from afar, and visit occasionally, but Luke's uncle rather unceremoniously told me to get the hell out of his house and take his brother's ill-begotten spawn with me.' Exhaustion made him speak with far more bitterness than he otherwise would have.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Korkie Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi's Mother, Darth Vader Additional Tags: Post-Clone Wars AU, looking for Obi-wan, Post-Order 66 (Star Wars), Order 66 (Star Wars), Order 66 Aftermath (Star Wars), The Galactic Empire Is The Worst (Star Wars), Mentioned Jedi Order (Star Wars), Past Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi Summary:

Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. Months stretched into a year.

They waited and watched.

Waited for a small shuttle or some other craft to land and for a disguised Obi-wan to stride up the lane. It was possible, Korkie reminded himself, when the hope grew too painful to bear. He'd been disguised to look like that bounty hunter a few months before Satine died. He could come back. Live as distant relative, and no one would ever be the wiser. Unless Force users could sense the person under the disguise. Palpatine’s enforcer, Lord Vader, was said to be a Force user. Perhaps Obi-wan stayed away to protect them. It was what Korkie told himself when the night pressed around him and he couldn’t sleep.