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OH MY GOD OK, I have a LOT of feelings about Obi-Wan and Baby Luke on that initial trip to Tatooine. Like…how long did it take? Did they have to take the equivalent of Space Bus transportation so as not to arouse suspicion? How the hell did Obi-Wan hold it together?

This combined with the above is killing me. Poor Broken Obi-Wan and teeny newborn Luke. They are all the other has right now, and Obi-Wan knows next to nothing about newborns (even if he has met tiny kids at the Temple before, they’re not day-old babies which are a WHOLE different world.) 

And Luke is SUPER hungry and he hasn’t been sleeping and he’s really, really, fussy. And Obi-Wan is exhausted and traumatized, and worried all this crying is going to attract attention. And then Obi-Wan notices some mother on the Space Bus sing-songily calming her baby and he’s like…well, maybe I can try that. I’ve heard people singing before on various planets. He knows some traditional Mandalorian songs, maybe. 

And so he tries it. And he sounds like Obi-Wan McGregor. And Baby Luke is like 😲 followed by 😴. 

Luke always likes hearing people sing after that. He’s not entirely sure why, but it’s always been soothing. 

Why @forcearama
I love you so much

I’m so sorry! (💙

💙

💙)

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS. 

You know he’s going to bond with baby Luke, and he’s going to try not to notice that Luke has Anakin’s eyes and the two of them are going to fall asleep on the space bus together because Obi-Wan is JUST SO TIRED he hasn’t slept in days and and and someone STOP ME. 

Ok, so I haven’t tried to write fic in nearly a decade, but I have Luke and Obi FEELS now, so apologies for the poor quality. Blame @forcearama

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The transport Bail arranged is a far cry from the military transports he is used to, but it is no less crowded. Obi-Wan braces against the bulkhead as yet another refugee pushes past him, attention focused upon the growing food line rather than the bedraggled figure hunched over his precious cargo. He only needs to endure this a few more days. That’s all. A few more days and they’ll be on Tatooine, and he can pass the boy (Luke, his name is Luke. His eyes are blue.) over to his new guardians and Obi-Wan​ will… He doesn’t know what he’ll do. He’s tired, he’s hurting, and the only thing that keeps him going is the knowledge that he has to keep the child, their last hope, safe (You failed, sings the voice in his head. Qui-Gon. Ahsoka. Satine. Padme. Anakin. You will fail this one too).

Involuntarily he clutches Luke closer. He knows it is for the best, that Luke needs a stable home, that it’s not safe, but the thought of giving up this last fragile piece of those he loved (loves, even now, even after everything is shattered. Loves) makes his heart ache. The sudden movement wakes the baby, and Obi-Wan grimaces as tiny features screw up in in the familiar expression of a Skywalker about to express his displeasure to the universe at large.

“Shh, easy there Little One. Nothing to worry about. Shh. Go back to sleep.” He coos, holding Luke against his chest and gently rocking them back and forth.
Luke is not impressed. Of course. Obi-Wan sighs as the small whimpers begin to get louder.

“No, no. Shhh. No need to cry. Here, I’m right here. Shh.” The whimpers turn into wailing. A quick feel assures him that a change is not necessary, and a careful brush against the infant mind shows no sign of hunger. Sithspit. He rocks quicker and quicker, frantically trying to remember everything he knows about caring for young children. It isn’t much. As a Padawan he spent little time on creche duty, and Anakin (Brother. Child. Trait… Anakin) was well past the early stages of development when he became his charge. He hums as he thinks, and for a moment Luke’s crying eases.

Wait. He looks down at the baby. Luke looks back, mouth open mid cry. A memory arises, on Ryloth, a mother comforting her child by singing a song… Oh what was it? A lullaby of some sort. Obi-Wan cannot for the life of him recall how it went. No matter. If singing is what it will take to give Luke comfort then Obi-Wan will do what he can, however inadequate it may be ( there is little he would not do for this child).

He starts with a song he vaguely remembered from an early mission with his master, it’s soft melancholic air bringing back the memory of a peaceful village and a large hand ruffling his hair. In his arms Luke is peaceful. He gets halfway through the third verse before recalling that the song references the killing of children at the behest of a historic tyrant ( a flash of light, small forms discarded on the ground, the temple in flames, why? why? WHY?) and he abruptly switches to one of the jaunty tunes that he used to hear coming from the barracks during happier times. Waxer had always prided himself on being up to date on the latest songs, much to Book’s annoyance, and Cody would mutter about keeping up morale but Rex swore he’d heard him singing along to “Let go my Lekku” while in the fresher. The upbeat melodies don’t seem to disturb Luke, whose attention remains focused on the rise an fall of his voice, so Obi-Wan keeps going, running through his limited repertoire of drinking songs ( he ignores the slight pang as he trips over “Kayfoundo Naweea”, an old Tatooine standard).

A muffled laugh comes from the side and Obi-Wan looks up from his reverie to see that he appears to have attracted a  small audience​. The Rodian couple sitting across from him are listening intently, their Twileki companion smirking slightly and… Oh. Yes. Those lyrics  probably aren’t exactly appropriate for children. His voice falters, but his listeners eagerly gesture for him to go on. Well. He’s not singing for them anyway. He’s doing this for Luke… Who is currently prodding the force as if trying to discover why his entertainment has stopped.

With a smile Obi-Wan continues on. He runs through “The Ballad of Nomi Sunrider” and into a credible rendition of “Stark Memory”. He starts on “All Stars Burn As One” but the  Republic anthem’s familiar lyrics taste like ash in his mouth. A cheeky Gungan counting song distracts him, but soon his memory starts to fail. Luke is still attentive, but he can feel the infant tiring. One last song then. A special one, from a time before everything began to fall apart. He’d first heard the old Mandalorian ballad during that first frantic mission protecting Satine. He’d wondered at its bittersweet tone, and asked her about it as they huddled together in their hiding place for the night. She’d smiled, looking him deep in the eye, and told him the tale of the
youth who journeyed far and wide seeking wisdom, whose greatest lesson was simply the importance of love. And oh how he understands it now. For all that it has hurt him ( for all that it may have doomed the galaxy) Obi-Wan cannot regret his love, only that he could not find a way to show it.

He starts the song with feeling, forgetting the strangers who surround him, forgetting the uncertain future that awaits them and focusing only on the boy cradled in his arms. He pours his heart into the music, all the hope and wonder he feels looking into that small face flowing into the Force and wrapping around them like a cocoon. Here and now there is only Luke. And Luke is loved. Whatever happens, Luke will know he is loved.

The song ends, and Luke is sleeping happily, surrounded by an aura of warmth. Obi-Wan is exhausted, but more content than he has been in what feels like a millenia. As such, it takes him a moment to register the unnatural silence. His performance has not gone unnoticed, and what seems like every face in the room is turned towards him, more than a few brimming with unsure tears. A few people move as if to start applauding, only to stop at his pointed look towards the baby he carries. Embarrassed, Obi-Wan searches for a place to retreat only to find himself shuffled into a corner, the Twilek from before handing him a blanket while her friends shoo away the onlookers.
“A good performance! Now rest. You will need all your energy when your son wakes up.”
Obi-Wan is startled, but the weariness is growing stronger, and all he can think to say is “My nephew. He’s my nephew.”
“Ah, and a lucky boy he is to have such an uncle. Rest. No-one here will harm you. Not after that show!”
It seems reasonable. And he so tired. At last, holding hope in his hands, Obi-Wan Kenobi sits down, and allows sleep to claim him.

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Named songs courtesy of Wookieepedia, other references are Coventry Carol and Nature Boy. For some reason they got stuck in my head while writing this so in they went. 

Sometimes I just get the itch to reblog this, because IT IS STILL A FAVORITE OF MINE AND KILLS ME EVERY TIME. 

*ugly cries*