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#Anakin: only I’m allowed to be mean to Obi-Wan
distortionbobble · 9 months
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Royal Flowers Chapter 1
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pairing: anakin skywalker x f! reader
summary: A long, long, time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a certain Jedi by the name of Anakin Skywalker meets you, the current Queen of Naboo and adopted cousin of Padme Amidala, and is tasked with protecting you by pretending to marry you. As a spy, you’ve infiltrated the Separatist ranks and are close to finding out the mastermind behind all of it. The fate of the galaxy is in your hands. 
warnings: minors dni! ageless blogs dni! none this chapter but the series will have eventual smut, canon-level violence and just general warnings. 
a/n: hello hello hello! i’m working on creating more appropriately sized chapters and spacing things out but i’m so excited to work on this series. this series is based on a request from @breatheeagainnnn 
word count: 2.7k 
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Anakin Skywalker is lost.
The revelation comes to him when he is lost in the deep waters of his meditation, distanced from the buzzing matter of physical reality as he is swept by the currents of the Force. He drifts without anchor, each surge threatening to submerge him, to overwhelm him if he loses his control.
He seeks to control the Force. The Force seeks to control him. 
And the network of the universe ebbs and flows around him when the truth is drawn from his bones. It’s a presentation of three fragmented parts that unsettle Anakin right down to his soul. 
The first. He is afraid. He is the Chosen One, something he’s heard so much that it has lost its meaning. The Messiah lost the message. 
Bring balance to the Force. Bring balance to the Force. Bring balance to the Force.
He doesn’t know what that means anymore. And if he fails, what then? His fear of falling into the Darkness paradoxically increases the hold that it has on him. 
The second. He pines for what he cannot have. 
Padme Amidala is the breath in his lungs, reviving him with each heartbeat. But she couldn’t love him the way he loves her, telling him as much with just a hint of sadness on her graceful face. She shut him out and without her, he feels weaker. 
The third. Anakin is losing control. Obi-Wan can sense it too, because every training session is overshadowed by a sense of urgency. Every move is sloppier, more dangerous, and even in training, his desire to triumph is clouded by his desperation, as if winning would allow him to truly understand it all. 
And all of this culminates in him realizing that he is lost, without hope and without guidance, and nobody will understand. Obi-Wan could never understand, for he still sees Anakin as the child that he rescued so many years ago. Obi-Wan just doesn’t get him. Master Obi-Wan would do anything for his padawan, truly, but Anakin can’t bear the thought of burdening Obi-Wan with this. Besides, it would only reinforce Obi-Wan’s view that Anakin isn’t ready to be a Jedi Master. 
A knock on the door to his quarters startles him and he scrambles to get up as Master Obi-Wan opens the door. 
“Anakin, there’s someone here to meet us,” Obi-Wan says, frowning. Anakin runs a hand through his hair, sighing as he frantically pieces together an appearance of cool indifference. He’s a Jedi. He can’t feel rattled. The two Knights obscure their faces with their hoods and walk out of Anakin’s quarters. 
Anakin follows Obi-Wan to a room where a single figure stands hidden by a hooded cloak, surrounded by a number of handmaidens each adorning the same pinched, tight-lipped look. 
“Leave us,” a low voice says from under the cloak, and each of the handmaidens file out of the room without sparing even a single glance behind. Anakin reflexively reaches for his lightsaber, but then the figure steps into the beam of light streaming from the window and takes off the hood. And he lays eyes on you for the first time. 
You’re not nearly as beautiful as Padme, nobody is, but still, there’s something so mesmerizing about you. Motes of dust dance in Coruscant sunbeams around your head and it looks like a halo, makes you look holy, and he can’t stop himself from staring. He’s studying the details of your face, scanning, and it’s to a point that he can’t pretend it’s for threats. He almost forgets to breathe when you bow your head to him in respect, and he has to bow back. Anakin’s eyes are still transfixed on you when you begin to speak. 
“Master Kenobi, General Skywalker,” you begin, and the two Jedi push their hoods down. “I come to you in need of assistance. As you are aware, the current Queen of Naboo’s two terms are near their end. But what has been kept secret is that I’ve been chosen as her successor, which will be revealed to the citizens of Naboo in a fortnight.” You take a deep breath and smile weakly as Anakin and Obi-Wan mutter half-hearted congratulations. “What I need is protection.”
“So then why do you require our aid? I’m sure you’re aware that Naboo has its own governmental protective forces, and I’m unsure that they’d take the Jedi Council’s interference in their sovereignty kindly,” Anakin asks. He’s more guarded than he intends to come off, but the question holds still. You don’t appear to be a fool, so there must be more depth to the matter. At his questioning, your eyes flit briefly towards the door before you step closer to the Jedi, toying with the front of your robes as nervousness overtakes you. 
“I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’m much older than the usual elected Queen, and it is not by coincidence,” you murmur. “I did not get here alone. Under the command of Senator Amidala, I’ve spent the past couple years infiltrating the Naboo separatists. They manipulated the selections such that I would become Queen.” At the mention of Padme, Anakin bites back a sigh and forces himself to pay attention to your words. 
“That is very dangerous,” Obi-Wan says, rubbing his hand over his beard. “I assume you’ve been relaying your findings to the Senator thus far?” 
You nod sharply in response. 
“I see. The Council—“ Obi-Wan begins, but you shake your head frantically and grasp him and Anakin by the robes, pulling them closer to you. 
“No. Not the Council. I do not know who I can trust. There are Separatist spies everywhere. My handmaidens, for example, are all Separatist spies who don’t trust me because Padme is my cousin. While I don’t doubt the integrity of the Jedi Masters, I fear putting them in danger if my operative fails, or if word gets out.” You’re frantic but quiet, and constantly checking at the door to see if any of your wardens have overheard your betrayal.
“And yet you trust us,” Anakin rebuts. He doesn’t trust you, not one bit; how could he ever trust a spy? If you’re so willing to lie, even if it is to the Separatists, how can he be sure that you’re not lying to him? 
“Padme told me that I could trust you. She said to give you this,” you say, shoving your hand into your pockets to produce a necklace, which Anakin recognizes immediately. It’s one he knows all too well, as it’s the necklace he’d gifted Padme before he had even joined the Order. And he decides that if nothing else, you are honest about Padme. And that’s all that matters to him. The part of him that still burns for her overtakes him and he knows that he can’t let her down. 
“I’ll do it,” Anakin says. Obi-Wan glances warningly in his direction, but there’s a certain resignation and relief in Obi-Wan’s posture. Anakin hasn’t taken this kind of initiative in a long time, and Obi-Wan was beginning to grow concerned that all hope for the Chosen One was lost. 
“Alright, the matter is,” Obi-Wan pauses mid-sentence, looking at Anakin’s determination, “settled. We will aid you in your transition away from the Separatist group and expose their interference.” 
”You have misunderstood me, Master Kenobi,” you whisper, voice hush with urgency. “I’m so close to finding out the identities, locations, of key leaders. There are Sith Lords that are regularly hologrammed into our meetings. Should I be tasked with something significant as the Queen, Darth Sidious has already alerted me that I will be tasked with the assignment in his presence.” 
Obi-Wan begins to respond to you, but Anakin cuts him off. “If you have a plan, why don’t you tell us already?” He’s frustrated by your impatience. Maybe Obi-Wan was right about politicians. You glance at him, annoyed. 
“I was getting to it, General Skywalker. As I was saying, this mission is imperative and it is essential to the fate of the Republic and thus, the galaxy, that I am not put in harm’s way before I am able to succeed in exposing the identities of key Separatist forces. I cannot trust the guards provided by the Naboo government, as I don’t know who is a Separatist plant. So—“
“So you need our protection to… what? Kill the spies? And how would that work if Naboo has its own protection for you? I highly doubt they’d take the involvement of the Jedi Council kindly,” Anakin says sharply. You nod at his rapid-fire questioning, unfazed. 
“Something like that. I need to make sure that any communications I have and discoveries I have are protected, and if anyone finds out, that they’re eliminated before they can eliminate me. So not necessarily kill the spies, but I need actual protection, and I need someone that I know I can trust. And…” you trail off and step back, toying with the hem of your sleeves as you sigh. 
“What is it, milady?” Obi-Wan asks you gently. You press your hands to your neck and look up at Anakin. 
“The way I see it, there’s two things we can do. General Skywalker, I understand that as a Jedi Knight, you have a padawan yourself. Ahsoka, correct? We could have her—” 
“No,” Anakin interrupts quickly. “Ahsoka’s far too young, and while I believe that she will grow to be a very competent and powerful Jedi, now is not the time to thrust her headfirst into a mission alone.” You nod at the Jedi’s assessment. 
“Of course, General. We’re thus presented with the second plan. I am, as Queen, permitted to have a husband. I’ve been building the identity of a lover in my life, and while there is none, this leaves me room to marry without suspicion in the eyes of the Separatists.” You take another deep breath and look at both Anakin and Obi-Wan, shoulders tensed. “If I marry either you or Anakin, then I’ll be able to have you in my chambers regularly, privately.” 
“And you’re certain it must be us?” Obi-Wan asks. You nod quickly, sharply. 
“I can’t trust anyone but the two of you,” you whisper. Obi-Wan nods at your words, then bows his head. Anakin follows suit. 
“Thank you, milady. We’ll meet you at midnight, in the gardens, to settle the matter.” Obi-Wan and Anakin hide under their robes once more, being even more careful to disguise themselves as you call out loudly for the handmaidens to return. 
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The hours pass quickly, and you soon find yourself in the cover of the night’s darkness. Sleep eludes you tonight, and you are filled with restlessness. Your handmaidens have retired, sleeping outside of your bedchamber to ensure that you don’t leave. But they fortunately didn’t notice the ledge that goes from underneath the bedroom window to the bridge connecting the guest quarters to the Temple. 
The air in the room feels stale and suffocating as you toss and turn, counting down the minutes until your meeting with the Jedi. Your heart thumps torturously in its cage before you abandon your futile attempt to chase sleep. You find yourself at the window, sliding it open quietly as the breeze rushes in to kiss your face. Coruscant is beautiful and silent at this time of night, with only the whispers of distant sounds of the city blowing past you. 
The building ledge meets your bare feet when you slide over the window, and the distance from you to the ground is dizzying. Your palms and feet begin to feel slippery from sweat as your thoughts begin to spiral, fear of falling weakening you. You force yourself to shuffle closer to the bridge, focusing on controlling your movement as you do. 
And yet somehow, it’s all so freeing from this far up. No restrictions, no eyes on you, and all the troubles in the galaxy seem so small at this height. You could fall. Or you could keep going. The fear wasn’t what mattered, what mattered was that you were here and alone and it felt safer than you have felt in years. 
You force yourself to keep moving, ignoring the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck. Once you reach the bridge, you quickly jump onto it and hurry towards the gardens. 
The moons make the night soft with their hazy light. You swear that the temple seems so much more powerful in this light, with fewer Jedi wandering the grounds. They spare you a glance when you run past, your nightgown fluttering behind you. 
General Skywalker is the first thing you notice when you reach the garden, twirling a flower in his hands. It looks almost out of place with him, delicateness contrasting the strength of his hands. You get the feeling that he knows you’re there, despite the quietness of your arrival and the fact that you’ve been almost holding your breath as you watch him.  
“It won’t be a real marriage, you know. I love Padme, and I’ll love her til I die.” Ah, yes. Padme had warned you about this— about the intensity of his affection. Anakin Skywalker is not a man who works in subtleties. You hold back a scoff at his arrogance, choosing instead to clasp your hands in front of your nightgown and nod. 
“I don’t ask for your affection, General. Nor your companionship. I would, however, like for us to be allies.” The light of the planet’s four moons is muted in the garden, distorted by the thick layer of clouds and it makes the moment feel private. But you’ve been a double agent for long enough to know that there are always ears and eyes. You hold your tongue in fear of revealing something that could expose your mission just to get General Skywalker’s favor. 
General Skywalker clenches his jaw and drops the flower, studying you before nodding quietly. The flower is crushed under his boot as he stalks towards you. 
“But-” Your breath catches in your throat as you look into his eyes because he’s… pretty. You hadn’t thought of it before now, but as the moons’ lights fall so gently onto him, he seems ethereal. “But you will have to fake your affection, General. If you are unable to do that, I will respect that, but I’m afraid that would mean that you wouldn’t be suited for this mission.” 
“Padme recommended me for this mission, didn’t she?” General Skywalker asks you quietly, and you bite back a sigh at his obsession but find yourself nodding, albeit hesitantly. “Then the matter is settled, milady.” He leans in towards you, and you are lost in his eyes. 
“The matter is far from settled,” Master Kenobi’s sharp voice cuts through. You step back from Anakin, pressing your hand gently on your collarbone as your heart pounds against your ribcage. Your ears ring with embarrassment at the closeness that the Jedi Master had found you two in. 
“Agreed, Master Kenobi. I propose that General Skywalker join me within a month’s time on the planet. We will rendezvous somewhere we’ll be caught, publicly but also by my handmaidens.” 
“Force their hands,” Master Kenobi says, rubbing his jaw with the pads of his fingers as he thinks through the details of your plan. 
“I take issue with one large part, milady,” General Skywalker objects. He looks irritated, as he mostly has within the short time that you’ve interacted with him. Is this how he is as a lover? If so, no wonder Padme left him. 
Master Kenobi sighs aggravatedly and waves at the General, urging him to continue. “Padawan, I’d like to finish this conversation before the sun rises.” 
“I’ve got the feeling that it’ll do more than raise a few eyebrows if the Queen suddenly gets a new husband, all while one of the Jedi Knights and padawan to one of the greatest masters is… what, on a mission?” 
You smile grimly at his question. 
“There’s an easy answer to that question, General.” General Skywalker narrows his eyes at you in suspicion. “You’ll have to fake your death.” 
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tennessoui · 3 months
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i started the second chapter already lol
“When you were…stating your case to the Council,” Obi-Wan says, every word measured and mild which actually means he’s feeling anything but. “Did you happen to mention Senator Amidala by name?” “Yeah,” Anakin says easily with a shrug. “Pretty hard to tell them I’m married if I don’t mention who I’m married to. Like I said, I think it being to Padmé was a pretty big reason as to why they allowed it. Cause she’s a senator and trustworthy and stuff.”
“Of course,” Obi-Wan says, running a hand through his beard. “And, out of curiosity, did you happen to mention me at all? Perhaps, in relation to your marriage.”
Anakin frowns, casting his mind back. The memories are already a little blurry, given how stressed and worried Anakin had been at the time. He honestly isn’t sure what he said, just knows what the Council had replied with. “Maybe?” he says. “I mean, it’s definitely a possibility. They kept bringing you into it.”
“Quite,” Obi-Wan’s face flickers, drawing up tight for a moment before relaxing. “Then, last question, padawan. Any idea as to why half the Council wished me congratulations and happy kriffing returns on my marriage?” Anakin blinks and says the first thing—the only thing—that pops into his head. “You’re married?”
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fishnamedsushi · 1 year
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“Hmmm,” Obi-Wan said, consideringly. “I’m afraid I don’t quite believe you, darling.”
Try again.
Anakin’s breath left him in a broken sob, a trembling exhale that shook outward from the center of his chest, ripping itself from his depths, his toes. He was on fire. He was burning up from the inside out, and Obi-Wan was being so mean, so cruel -
“Now now, Padawan-mine,” Obi-Wan soothed. He ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair, nails catching slightly on the sweaty strands that fell heavily into his face.
Anakin butted up against his hand, pleading.
He tried to whisper, but nothing would come out.
It hurt to talk, now. They’d been at this for what felt like hours, and Obi-Wan wouldn’t let Anakin touch him, not until he sang. He never clarified what song, exactly, he wanted to hear, but Anakin suspected it was something only Obi-Wan knew - some vibration in the Force that rang with the sound of his surrender, his submission.
Anakin had made plenty of noise as they played, tonight, but it was his third orgasm that had been wrung from him, screaming.
He didn’t think he had much more noise to give.
Obi-Wan, he tried again. The word floated along their bond, lighting it up like little fire bugs. Each one bursting was a shiver across his skin.
“You do ask so nicely,” Obi-Wan allowed. He brought his hand down across Anakin’s brow, his cheek. Anakin sucked in harshly as it trailed down to his jaw, cupping his chin and twisting his face upward and to the side.
Obi-Wan was so imposing like this. He was always resplendent. Regal, even. But now…
Towering over him - broad chest exposed, strong muscles glistening with sweat and sharply contrasted in the light - he was something else entirely. His eyes glittered dangerously, with that unique eagerness Anakin always associated with hidden depths and unexplored temptations. With joy, and the visceral satisfaction of a job well done.
Seeing that pleasure writ so clear on Obi-Wan’s otherwise impassive face was like a jolt to spine. It energized him, and Anakin shifted his knees on the cold ground, digging them in and arching his back further.
He licked his lips.
“Please.”
Obi-Wan grinned at him, and Anakin’s heart sped up.
He cleared his throat, putting everything he had - everything he felt - into the words. “Please, Master.”
Obi-Wan’s smile grew teeth, and Anakin knew he’d won.
[I blame the Obikin Discord server and yes Mean Dom Obi-Wan is a treasure 🔥]
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obi-whumpkenobi · 1 year
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Obi-Whump Fic Rec
someone asked me for fic recs and I already had it listed out, so I decided to post here! these are some of my fave fics that (for the most part) focus on whump. these are in no particular order. this is not an exhaustive list by any means, I have plenty of more favorites that I have saved but I wouldn’t quite call them whump fics. also, these don’t really encompass a broad variety of whump genres, more like I have a type and that is captivity/torture. yes, i’m a sicko. if I could, I would rec everyone’s whumptober/febuwhump/etc, but maybe I’ll do that separately if there’s enough interest. obviously, there’s some heavy shit on this list, including noncon, so please read the tags and take care of yourself.  
without further ado:
A Temporary Mercy by @swranger (6k, M, GDOV, series WIP) - citadel au. so this one is great because if you’re like me you were probably disappointed by the quick save obi et al got in the citadel arc and that he wasn’t...hurt a bit more.
something inside this heart has died (you’re in ruins) by @revanchxst (22k, T,  CCNTUAW, completed) - two things i love, codywan and pain. I was craving a fic where cody replaced rex on kadavo and goddamn this one delivered. 
i just wanna keep calling your name (until you come back home) by @revanchxst (15k, T, NAWA, completed) - what if chipped-cody started dreamsharing with obi-wan? this is the first one that’s not quite physical whump but it’s sprinkled in there along with plenty of angst. also there’s a line in here that made me cry so much i have it saved to a widget on my phone.
Recollection by @elwenyere (18k, E, NAWA, completed) - within the first few paragraphs i knew this one was gonna hurt. honorary mention because it’s cody whump and not obi whump but still plenty of pain.
Suns Tempered By Devotion by @come-chaos (15k, E, R/NC, completed) - another one that’s more codywan than whump, but this one is on here because it killed me and i have still not recovered.
In the Line of Duty by shipping_ruined_my_life (5.7k, E, GDOV, completed) - the obi whump exchange was good to us. codywan + the good ole tortured-in-front-of-the-other with a twist!
Offset by @deviantaccumulation (64k, M, GDOV, completed) - i have this one saved as “qui-gon’s alive and dooku’s a bitch”, pretty self explanatory. A+ whump.
Example by @swranger (40k, NR, GDOV, completed) - this would be like christmas if i celebrated it. every new chapter is some horror for obi and i fucking love it.
Dreams by @geodax (2.7k, M, CCNTUAW, completed) - so grievous definitely had some kind of psychosexual obsession for obi and we all know it. this...builds on that :)
Of Teachers and T'ayl'e by @levitatingbiscuits (8.7k, NR, GDOV, WIP) - also not a whump fic per se, but he’s hurt for enough of it that i’m including it. this encompasses everything i love about jangobi.
The Dark Side of Obi-Wan Kenobi Part 1 by @mostthingskenobi (25k, M, GDOV completed) - a post-lawless au with some truly delicious torture.
Conjuring Miracles by @kcrabb88 (30k, M, NAWA, completed) - again, we were deprived of some good whump by the kenobi show when tala shows up miraculously to save him (and vader forgets that he controlled fire like 2 seconds ago). this remedies that beautifully.
See My Dreams All Die by @temporaryuniverse-writing (34k, M, GDOV, completed) - what if obi-wan killed anakin on mustafar, so sidious tried to make him fall instead? plenty of great whump, but also comfort.
And This Guilt, Please Bleed It Out of Me by @letitrainathousandflames (6.2k, M, GDOV, completed) - another beautiful OWE fic. obi-wan continues to suffer from anakin’s actions (this time, the tuskens).
Only One Allowed to Hurt You by sereq_ieh_dashret (15k, E, GDOV, WIP) - maul is basically like “wait you can’t hurt kenobi, i’m the only one who can do that >:(
The Mandalorian Wars by @geodax (66k, M, GDOV, MCD, completed) - my first whump fic i read in the prequels fandom! heavy as fuck, but so good.
Two Months by I_Gave_You_Fair_Warning (14k, E, GDOV, completed) - cody replaces alpha-17 in the rattatak storyline, pain ensues :(
vital signs by marketchippie (18, E, GDOV, completed) - everything that’s great about ventrobi. tfw when you have sexual tension with your torturer?
And When In Shadows by @the-last-kenobi (1k, M, CCNTUAW, completed) - a short whumptober fic that i could not get out of my head for weeks. chef’s kiss mwah
A Treatise On Breaking and Repairs by @glimmerglanger (52k, E, GDOV, R/NC, MCD, completed) - of course i could not forget glimmer, the whump monarch. i remember staying up until 5 am every day just to catch the updates and being in awe each time.
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stardust-kenobi · 2 years
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Reminiscence
Part Six
Part five
Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader
Summary: You and Obi Wan’s new friends bring you to safety on Jabiim, but are faced with a challenge that leaves them stranded with you, causing tensions to run high
Warnings: Jealous Obi Wan, smut, angst?
Word count: 5.6k
A/N: So sorry for how long this took me to write! Thank you all for being patient <3. I have forgotten many details of Fallen Order so if anything is a little off, please forgive me, it’s been over a year since I played it.
Side note: if you are unfamiliar with Cal Kestis, the only details you need to know is that he was 12 at the time of order 66 (now 22) and was Jaro Tapal’s padawan. Cere and Greez are essentially his found family.
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Absolute peace and focus overcame you. The wind swept your hair from your shoulder, sending a chill across your neck. The force was guiding you through your meditation, and you took in every essence of self reflection that it allowed.
The distant roar of speeders and transports barely reached you now in your subconscious. Your balcony in the temple was quiet enough, even with the commotion of a city planet. It was a small balcony, but it was all yours. Alone.
Or so you thought.
A disruption sucked your focus away from your inner thoughts and demanded your attention behind you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you”
“Master Kenobi” You affirmed as your heart skipped a beat. It had been weeks since you’d had time with him outside of your training. You weren’t expecting him to visit you in your personal quarters.
“What a terrible mentor I am to be interrupting your meditation”
“No it’s okay, really. I was nearly done anyways”
“May I sit?” He gestured toward the ground
You nodded. He sat next to you. Not too close. Not too far away.
“I’m sorry for my distance lately. I’m sure you still understand why” Obi Wan muttered, addressing the elephant in the room.
“I do” You looked away.
“It’s for the best” He said, using a tone that implied he was trying to convince himself of that as well.
“I know” You said, turning your attention back to him. The sun lit his face perfectly on this balcony. Stars, you could stare at him for ages. He stared back, allowing his eyes to dart back and forth between your pupils and your lips. Subtly was usually not something he struggled with, but maybe he wasn’t trying to be subtle.
“Although I…” He broke the silence.
“What?”
“I don’t know if it’s doing much good” He admitted.
“What do you mean?”
You knew exactly what he meant. The lack of contact outside of your training did nothing but further fuel your imaginative thoughts about him. You assumed he was struggling in the same way.
He shook his head, wishing he hadn’t even said that.
“Never mind” He smiled.
“It’s not helping me much either” You confessed, refusing to look away from him or get shy now.
He raised his eyebrows, “I see”.
“Has this ever happened before?” You pondered. Surely there’s been some instance of this happening in all the history of the Jedi.
“Well, I certainly don’t have distracting thoughts about Anakin” Obi Wan
“I meant to anyone else, silly”
“I know, I’m only teasing” He laughed, “Yes, it has. I was only 15, right after I began training with Qui Gon. I wasn’t able to be told any details but I heard whispers of a Jedi Master and his Padawan running off together”
“Wow”
“Master Windu, um, he caught them together”
“Caught them doing what?”
“Exactly what you think they were doing”
Your eyes grew wide, “Oh”
Obi Wan cleared his throat, “Yes. Which is why he was careful to warn me when he noticed our attachment”
“Makes sense” You chuckled.
“Many speculated it was only lust between those two, but I could tell…it was love” He thought back to the couple who chose their attachment over the ways of being a Jedi. You pondered that for a moment, wondering how deep a connection must be to overrule everything you've ever known.
He stared off for a while, the memory of them replaying in his head. You wondered if he weighed the consequence of running off with you, and if his feelings were deeper than lust as well. You shook that idea away immediately.
“I don’t want to be the reason you struggle to succeed” He muttered. This seemed to come out of nowhere, but perhaps there was a connection.
“You are the reason I will succeed” You contested firmly.
“I hope that will remain true” He smiled at you.
The gentle breeze continued to brush the wild strands of hair off your cheeks.
"I am worried about Anakin" Obi Wan muttered.
"How so?"
"He's..." Obi Wan began, "He is losing his way"
The tone in his voice was broken. There was struggle within him, you could sense it and see it in his eyes.
"He is distracted. Ahsoka has noticed, too" You agreed.
"Anakin is far more than distracted" Obi Wan murmured.
"I think Padme is proof of that" You mumbled.
"You believe it, too?"
"She’s carrying his child. It may not be obvious to everyone but...a woman can tell when another woman is in love" You sighed.
"This is my fault" He shook his head.
"No, it's not, Master Kenobi" You quickly shot back,"No one, not even the galaxy's strongest Jedi, can stand in the way of love" You declared. He stared at you, thinking carefully about his next words.
"I suppose you're right" Obi Wan concurred, stroking his beard.
"You cannot blame yourself for any of Anakin's decisions. He is lucky to have your guidance. I am lucky to have your guidance"
Only a smile was offered in response, but you were glad to know you said that with confidence.
“I’ve received word that General Grevious is on Utapau. I’ll be leaving soon” He changed the subject, but you anticipated that this was likely what he came to tell you in the first place.
“I’ll come with you” You insisted.
“No, my dear, I can’t have you with me. Not against him” He said, placing a hand atop yours, sending electricity through your veins at the sudden contact.
“You can’t prepare me to be a Jedi knight if you don’t even let me in on the action” You teased.
“I can’t prepare you to do anything if you get yourself killed” He shot back.
“That’s fair” You conceded.
“I will see you soon, my young Padawan” Obi Wan spoke softly, looking at you with adoration.
You turned to listen only to his receding footsteps, longing for more time with him, more conversation, and more exchanged glances.
“And just in case I haven’t told you in a while” He spoke softly, turning to you again. You turned around to meet his gaze.
“I’m proud of you, Y/N”
Your heart melted at his praise. It was no surprise that he was proud of you, but, to hear him say it meant everything to you.
As you watched him walk away from you, a sinking feeling of dread settled into your chest. You couldn’t explain why, and you thought maybe you just didn’t want him to go.
Little did you know, it was the last time you’d see your Master before everything fell apart.
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“So where are we taking this hunk of metal?” Greez called from the pilot seat.
“Tatooine?” You ignorantly suggested.
“We can’t go to Tatooine. That’s the first place they’ll look for us” Obi Wan whispered in frustration.
“Coruscant?” Greez, the pilot, haphazardly suggested.
“Greez” Cal scolded him. The elephant in the room stated that was a terrible idea.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding” Greez threw his hands up.
“What about Jabiim?” Cal spoke up.
“Will they take kindly to us bringing the Empire's most wanted Jedi?” Cere pondered.
“I don't want to put innocent people at risk” You muttered, your nerves on edge.
“You’re not. These people on Jabiim help Jedi” Cere comforted you.
“Usually not the ones that Darth Vader himself is personally looking for, but who knows” Cal remarked.
“We will take you to a safe space but that’s as far as we’ll go. You two are being hunted, and I can’t risk that putting us in danger on this ship” Cere remarked. You understood, no matter how it may have sounded.
“We are grateful for any help” Obi Wan flashed a quick smile.
Cere nodded, still amazed to be in Obi Wan’s presence. She never really knew him before, but everyone knew of Obi Wan in some way. He was one of the greatest Jedi of our time.
--
The trip was long, several days would pass before you reached your destination, but it provided you the time to recollect yourselves after what had just taken place. Jabiim was located in the outer rim, and considering the dire need to travel in stealth, it took even longer than normal. To fill the empty void of nothing but time, you and Obi Wan visited with Cal and Cere, getting to know them better and looking back on a time you could all relate to. It was painful but necessary to discuss. Greez joined the conversation here and there when he wasn’t attending to piloting the ship.
You wanted to be alone with Obi Wan to ask him about Anakin. The shock of this revelation was continuing to sink in achingly slow, and you imagined it was tearing him apart, too. Everything happened so fast on Batuu, he hadn’t had the chance to talk about it, let alone process it. There was a lingering pain in his expression that no smile or laugh could’ve concealed.
“And Master Tapal, he’s—” Obi Wan inquired, unable to finish his own sentence because he assumed the answer. He knew Master Tapal, not well, but they were acquainted.
“Gone...died in my arms” Cal said coldly, “I barely made it out alive” He hung his head, making it clear that ten years couldn’t heal the wound that losing his master had inflicted.
“I am so sorry” Obi Wan whispered sorrowfully.
“I’m glad you two were able to find each other again. You’re lucky” Cal smiled, studying your every movement. It was noticeable, though, that he looked at you more often than Obi Wan, seemingly almost watching you at times.
There were shared glances at each other between you and Obi Wan, trying to hide the tension and hopefully discreet affection for one another. You were sure that neither Cere or Cal noticed this, and you weren’t going to address it.
“It was lucky. I didn’t believe my eyes when I saw him” You noted.
“Nor did I” Obi Wan smiled, placing a hand on your knee, and immediately regretting it. Subtly and slowly, he pulled away, hoping that Cere and Cal were none the wiser to this physical contact.
Cere told you both the heartbreaking story of losing her Padawan to the dark side, just to watch her perish at the hands of Darth Vader. You couldn’t imagine her anguish, but you could sense the pain that afflicted Obi Wan as she spoke of Vader’s actions. Your new discovery of Anakin’s identity would not be shared with anyone anytime soon for this very reason. Taking risks played a huge role in your life now, but potentially enraging those who are providing you refuge would be unwise.
Obi Wan had stepped away with Cere to the cockpit, leaving you and Cal alone on the seating area.
"Is this your droid?" You smiled, watching the BD unit cozy up onto his shoulder like a Loth cat.
"Yep. This is BD-1"
The droid voiced a series of beeps you didn't quite understand but you nodded anyways.
"You know it's nice finding another Jedi my age"
"Yeah?" You smiled in agreement.
"Yeah, its...refreshing"
"I could say the same"
The conversation was pleasant. You talked about how you’d both survived through the years, and the struggle of living with such crippling survivors guilt. You couldn’t fathom the pain he felt watching his Master die and making the decision to escape and keep pushing forward.
Cal was kind and empathetic. Before the purge, you would’ve viewed him as much younger than you. He was a child and you weren’t. But here you both were, full grown adults living in a galaxy where your life is at risk everyday. There was an automatic bond there, and you deeply enjoyed your conversation with him.
It did not go unnoticed that his eyes carried a deeper feeling than just listening. You sensed something from him. An unfamiliar feeling. Maybe he felt a connection to you that was out of his control. Perhaps it was attraction. You brushed it off, considering you wouldn’t be around him much longer.
The force was an odd and complicated thing…you were slowly accepting it’s influence again, and to differentiate your feelings and senses with that of a normal human and one that is force sensitive was proving to be a challenge once more.
You put away that confusion for now. You didn’t know where Cal’s feelings were. You were unsure if he felt anything for you beyond a quickly developed friendship.
Over the next day and a half, you got to know him a little more and learned about his countless adventures in the past. He had never ending stories to tell, and you were on the edge of your seat for every single tale.
Truly, it was nice to make these new friends. You never allowed yourself to get attached before you found Obi Wan, but you found that easier to do now.
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Jabiim was a planet you’d not even heard of before. Cere explained to you both that it was part of something called The Path, operated by people that helped hide Jedi and other force sensitive individuals. On Jabiim, these at risk people could be assigned new identities and receive the shelter they sought. This was off the radar, far into the outer rim. The empire didn’t know about it at all, at least...not yet.
Cere said they’d helped stow away Jedi before, but with you and Obi Wan being Darth Vader’s prime target, this was a lot to ask from them. The crew, of course, didn’t know why he was Vader’s target, and thankfully they didn’t ask.
The Mantis made its descent, revealing a giant rock structure as you pushed down through the clouds. An opening atop the rocks twisted open, allowing you to land safely.
A sea of friendly, yet curious faces approached the ship as the ramp opened. You and Obi Wan found yourself to be timid in the direct attention of all these new people.
Standing back from Cere and Cal, who were obviously accustomed to the company of this community, your ears picked up every piece of their conversation.
"Cere" The soft spoken man said. He was probably your age, human, tan skin and very short black hair, similar to that of Cere's appearance.
"Hello, Roken"
"Is that who I think it is?" Roken gestured to where we stood. He seemed cautious and possibly weary.
"It is. Listen I know this could compromise everything but I-"
"Who is the girl?" He interrupted her.
"His Padawan. Was...his Padawan" Cere said, emphasizing the past tense.
Your mind was stuck on how she said that. There was a possibility she knew, but you couldn’t worry about that right now.
“Are they being tracked?” Roken inquired.
“Roken. I wouldn’t bring them here if they were. You know that”
He shook his head, “Can never be too careful"
“Can you take them?”
Roken looked at our stressed faces, feeling sympathy and compassion that outweighed his fear of being compromised.
"We can take you, but only for a little while" Roken blurted.
"Thank you" You spoke up before Obi Wan could.
"You'll need separate rooms, right?"
"Oh, yes, please" Obi Wan answered, quick to pick up on the urgency to remain discreet for now.
"Cere!" Greez called from the top of the ramp.
"What?"
"We got a problem"
Turns out there was a malfunction in the main panel of the Mantis, making it impossible to launch it until the board had been fixed. It was technical talk, something you never understood, as you never learned to be a pilot. But what you gathered was simple: the Mantis crew couldn't leave tonight.
"We're short on staterooms. Two of you will have to share" Roken seemed apologetic.
The Mantis crew shot each other displeased looks, hinting that they did not, under any circumstances, want to share a room.
"We will. Its fine" You spoke up, feeling Obi Wan's eyes glued to you immediately, along with Cal's from across the room.
"Follow me, please"
The journey through the extensive corridors was riddled with surprised glances and wonder. Obi Wan was recognizable. A fact that kept him in danger constantly. Many of these people working the base were familiar with him, and were shocked to see him here. Many considered Obi Wan to have died, others accurately speculated he was alive and hiding.
The room was adequate. A stark contrast to the resort you’d stayed in the last couple of nights, but you were endlessly grateful for any help at all. There was a small bed, one that you two will probably have to get very close to one another to be able to fit, but that wasn’t a problem at all.
The door shut quietly behind you, leaving you both alone for the first time since you faced almost certain death. A small lamp barely lit the room, illuminating the bed and one small table.
Obi Wan battled with a flood of emotions, and to pinpoint what he was thinking of in that moment would’ve been impossible.
He rested his head in his palm, sighing loudly, trying to collect himself again.
You hesitated to ask, because in light of recent events, you knew what was wrong. Instead, you rubbed your hand on his back before laying your head against him.
It was a conversation to be had another time. He needed to process the revelation that Anakin still lived. Gods...you needed to process that, too.
“I don't…” Obi Wan trailed off, suddenly deciding to speak.
You turned your face up to him, “What?”
“I don't like the way Cal looks at you” He said it quickly, spitting it out so he could get it over with. He looked down at you now.
That’s what he was thinking about?
“Obi Wan, please” You sighed. You felt defensive but you’d done nothing to provoke Cal, this wasn’t your fault but you still felt like you may be to blame for his attention.
“It’s obvious…and I can sense his curiosity about us” Obi Wan noted, "but the way he looks at you...the way he talks to you"
Walking toward him, you gently wrapped your arms onto his shoulders, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. All I want is you”
“I know, darling, I’m sorry. I never thought myself to be the jealous type”
“Oh, right, like you don’t remember peeling me off of Rex that night at 79s? You acted like you only were protecting me but I saw the way you looked at Rex. You could’ve killed him for the way he touched me” You giggled.
“Stars, I’d forgotten about that” He was taken aback, simultaneously holding a look of grief at the mention of Rex.
“I never have forgotten. It was hot…the way you didn’t want any other man to have me”
“Really?”
“Really.” You purred.
Obi Wan swallowed hard, his need for you suddenly overwhelming him, “I want to do very bad things to you right now, my love” He breathed.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Well, for one, the crew on the other side of this door who were kind enough to provide us shelter”
“That’s a good point. You know there’s no way I can be quiet” You conceded.
“You can’t be loud if my hand is over your mouth, now can you?” Obi Wan whispered, pulling your hair behind your ear.
You shook your head and swallowed in anxious anticipation.
His hand slipped between the supple surface of your lower belly and the band that held your pants up, and ventured down to the heat he was seeking.
You sucked in a sharp breath, a moan threatening to strangle you, but Obi Wan’s hand slapped firmly against your mouth, muffling any precious sound that may escape you. It was torture for him. He loved the delicate noises you made. Noises he pulled from you. But he had to deny himself of that now.
“You’ll not make one noise, no matter how good my fingers make you feel” Obi Wan commanded, his voice now rough with desire.
You nodded.
His fingers trailed through your wetness and he groaned softly as he felt you, his lips pressed flush against your cheek. The tips of his fingers pressed against your clit, sending a jolt through your bones.
“Let’s lay you down, yeah?” He whispered, ripping away his touch suddenly.
Obi Wan laid your back flat against the small bed and positioned himself above you. Swiftly he pulled your pants down and off your body before returning his palm to your mouth and his still wet fingers back to your pulsing ache.
Gods, he looked so dominant above you like this. You couldn’t help but feel your skin light on fire with arousal.
His gaze followed his hand, observing the way the dim light revealed the dampness seeping onto your inner thighs. Snapping his attention back to you, he plunged his middle finger inside. You arched your back up into him from this sensation of having him, any part of him, against your walls.
At a steady and consistent pace, Obi Wan began pumping his finger in and out, following the patterns of your breathing, reacting to every way your body received this pleasure. He added another finger, providing a wonderfully full feeling into your lower belly.
Your whimpering was no match for the pressure applied to your lips. The muffled sounds were only loud enough for Obi Wan to hear. Only for him. And the thought of that, just the thought…drove him wild.
His digits fucked you faster now, the sound of your slickness loudly filling the compressed space with every thrust. With his face hovering very close to yours, he watched how your brows pressed together, almost as if you were in pain, but he knew better. You were close. And as your muscles contracted around him, he felt your release creeping closer.
“I hope he senses what I’m doing to you” Obi Wan whispered, his fingers slowing their pace. He used his fingers now without speed but with a perfect curl. He brushed against your sweetest spot with every stroke. He was expressing his jealousy with dominance, but you didn’t mind one bit.
“I could always sense when you ached for me, he can feel it too”
You knew this to be true. If a force sensitive individual felt a lust toward another, it was an unspoken concept that you could sense when they were aroused. Meaning that, more than likely, Cere wouldn’t notice, but Cal would.
You’d thought you felt it from Obi Wan all those years ago, a flutter or a tingle from the force when you were near him, but you convinced yourself you were mistaken. Knowing what you know now, it really was his lust that you felt.
Cal wasn���t your type, but you wouldn’t deny how attractive he was. This trip was long, and his lingering glances did not go unnoticed.
“That way, it is in no way unclear…that you are mine” His voice sent shivers down your spine and guided you closer to your release.
Stars circled your vision as you spilled over the edge and floated in euphoria. You gripped his wrist that covered your mouth and squeezed hard, directing your expressions of pleasure somewhere besides your mouth. Every extra
“There you go, darling, doing so good for me” He encouraged you, ravishing in the sight of your writhing body.
You floated softly back down from your orgasm, eyelids falling heavy as you looked up at him.
His face looked frantic as he quickly gripped your hand, bringing it below his belt and into his pants. The stiffness met your hand firmly, and you began to stroke him, picking up the hint that he was close to his orgasm just from fingering you.
“Please” He begged, needing the sensation of your hand so desperately, and you wouldn’t dare delay.
It was only four rhythmic strokes before he fell weak, his cock twitched within your grasp, and his release coated your hand and wrist. He suppressed his moans as best as he could, but he trembled against your touch while he rode his high, dropping his head to yours, hovering his lips above yours.
“I’m sorry, darling” He panted shamefully.
Brows furrowing in confusion, you were hurt that he was ashamed of how quickly he got off.
“Why?”
“I didn’t think that would happen so fast” He sighed, leaning back to sit next to you on the small bed.
“I really like that…that I made you cum and I hardly touched you” You noted, sitting up to meet his eyes.
“You were just…just feeling that you were so wet, darling, and so breathtaking” He swallowed, sweat beaming upon his skin.
Your cunt throbbed, begging for more of him…but you’d have to wait. He was so aroused by pleasuring you that it took nothing more than a few strokes to send him over the edge. It was so intoxicating to feel you like that, he truly couldn’t help himself.
And just the thought of that, fuck, it was so hot.
You understood why he was ashamed, but you couldn’t even express how it made your heart flutter with desire for him even more than before…if that was even possible.
“I love you” You said warmly.
“I love you, Y/N”
Making sure to redress yourself without evidence of ever being undressed, you exited your room to find water and hoped that you wouldn’t bump into anyone considering how late it is and how rosy your cheeks were. The silence was loud, but comforting, almost like a roar of nothingness.
As you turned the corner, the soft light of the common area reflected atop Cal’s red hair, his back turned to you as he sat at a small table. The calmed thumping in your chest grew faster suddenly. Both startled and nervous, you kept your composure. As arousing as Obi Wan’s jealousy was, you felt guilty looking Cal in the face at this moment.
“Can’t sleep?” You breathed out. Walking past him to where the drinks and refreshments were stored.
“No, not really” He said, his tone flat.
“Me either” you lied.
Bringing the cup of water to your lips, you sat across from him, clearing your throat to cover the awkwardness of silence, “We are very grateful for your help, Cal”
He smiled warmly at you, but there was a shift of disappointment in his expression.
“You were his…Padawan, right?” He changed the topic, turning his gaze to the cup he held in his hand.
“Yeah, why?” You said curiously and hesitantly.
“No reason”
His room was right next to yours. He had to have at least heard something, or as Obi Wan had hoped, and deep down you did too, he sensed your arousal. And considering you were sharing a room with Obi Wan, there was not much else that could’ve explained it.
“I know that you heard or— sensed it” You blurted out. Now or never. Put it out in the open, you guessed.
He looked up at you, and it wasn’t hate, no, it was pain in his face “I…did”
“Sorry about that” You responded, feeling even more guilty now.
Gods, you thought, why are my feelings so conflicting right now?
Cal was quiet for a moment before a small chuckle left his lips, but he wasn’t laughing, “How can he take advantage of his Padawan like that?”
“Excuse me?” You nervously laughed.
Cal shook his head in frustration, “Never mind”.
“It wasn’t happening back then. When we found each other we just-”
“It’s still wrong. He’s meant to guide you and be your mentor. You admired him because of the role he played in your life and now he’s used that to get you in bed with him”
The way in which he spoke those words sounded as though he scripted this out himself for the next time he saw you. It just happened to be 10 minutes after Obi Wan pleasured you that he encountered you.
Anger took over your conflicting emotion, “Stop. You don’t know me, and you don’t know him”
“You’re right. The Obi Wan Kenobi I heard stories of would’ve never fucked his Padawan” Cal spat the harsh words at you, standing to his feet suddenly.
How could he say that? He was so out of line. It was not his business.
“And why do you care?” You scoffed.
He sarcastically laughed. “I don’t”
“Clearly you do”
"I don't think it would matter to you if I did care"
“Cal” Cere called sternly from the doorway
Cal glanced at you with disdain once more, clenching his jaw in annoyance before storming out of the room, shoving Cere out of the way in the process.
Tears pooled in your eyes as your head dropped to the floor.
“I am sorry about him”
“You must think the same thing” You muttered, swallowing your tears.
“I don’t” Cere began “I may not agree with it, but things are different now. Cal of all people should know that. I think it bothers him because-”
“Because?” You pondered, hoping her answer wouldn't be what you suspected.
“He’s jealous” She stated blankly.
“What?”
“I see the way he looks at you, Y/N. You two haven’t been with us very long but Cal tends to grow fond of people very quickly” Cere noted. This must've happened before, you thought, and you wondered where that girl was now.
You did not know what to say, “Oh”
“Just ignore him” She consoled, placing her hand on your shoulder, “I could tell there was something more between you two almost instantly”
You swallowed hard. Seriously? You tried so hard to hide it.
“That obvious, huh?”
“No, it’s really not. Its easy for me to pick up on those sort of things" She admitted.
"I see"
"Love who you love, Y/N. Don't let anyone's judgment stand in your way" She reassured you softly, "We are all just trying to survive, and how you choose to do that, is not my business"
“Thanks, Cere” You smiled warmly at her, “And thanks again, for you know, helping us”
“Of course. Get some rest” She said softly before turning the corner, leaving you alone to your rampant, racing thoughts.
That silent roaring suffocated you now, stripping away the comfort it brought you just moments ago. You liked Cal...as a friend. It hurt you that he was so angry about your relationship. You had spent most of the past day or so on the Mantis getting to know him, but this reaction was drastically out of character from what you knew of him.
A couple of days is not long enough to really know someone, no matter how quickly you felt that a bond had formed.
You allowed the silence to overwhelm you as you sat alone in the common area but finally mustered the courage to return to Obi Wan, feeling desperate for his comfort once more.
"You were right" You groaned, closing the door behind you.
"About what?"
"Cal" Your voice broke, betraying your attempt to keep your composure.
Obi Wan shot to his feet as he heard you grow sorrowful, rushing to wrap his arms around you, "Y/N, what did he say to you?"
"He was angry. Said that what we were doing was wrong and that you were taking advantage of me"
Obi Wan's grasp tensed around you, his anger becoming evident and his blood beginning to boil. He pulled away from you to walk out the door but you yanked his wrist away from his pursuit.
"Don't. Please"
The clenching of his jaw exhibited his restraint for your benefit.
"Lets just sleep. We are both so tired” You noted. After sleeping on the floor of the ship the past two nights, you were both exhausted.
Obi Wan did not say much more after that. He was trying to calm himself as best he knew how…within his own head.
As you laid together, snuggled close as you imagined you'd have to, you looked up to him, admiring his presence and trying to push away any negative thoughts for now. That was a spiral you would not welcome into your mind.
Just rest, you thought, you're safe now.
The watch you wore indicated that it was morning, although without it, you would've had no idea. This entire base was built into the rock structure, the only place that light was accessible was through the port you arrived at. You crawled out of the bed, your ears suddenly fixating on a foreign sound.
You rubbed your eyes, forcing yourself to awaken to full attention.
What was that sound?
It was a faint beeping, small and unurgent. You looked around the practically empty room, and finally traced the sound to your bag resting in the corner.
You stopped in your tracks as fear overcame you. There was nothing in that bag, to your knowledge, that needed to make any sort of sound like that.
Breathing deep to calm your fear, you reached for the bag and opened it slowly, before frantically digging through every compartment.
As your eyes fixed onto a flashing red device no bigger than a coin, you had to remind yourself to keep breathing. The room shrunk and your blood ran cold. It seemed inexplicable. Who put this here? How could the Empire have tracked you?
Before you were able to comprehend it any further, a sudden, eerie alarm began blasting through the base, jolting Obi Wan out of his sleep.
They found you.
The Empire found you.
And they’ve just arrived.
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A/N: I noticed some canon-inconsistencies in my details about when Obi Wan started his training. I could’ve sworn he started his training as a teenager?? But apparently not so in my version of things let’s pretend he didn’t start his training until he was like 15. Anyways this chapter is a little unrealistic and self indulgent but I hope you all enjoyed <3
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Part Seven
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Craziest hcs for commander cody or hcs no one would expect for him please & much thankyouness🧡
Craziest headcanons for Commander Cody (or hcs no one would ever expect) lmaoooo I don’t know if these are crazy but they’re what I got
Commander Cody is absolutely the funniest Commander there is
Going from that, it’s because he’s unhinged. Everyone would expect it to be Wolffe with his teeth, Bly with his lovesick tendencies or even Fox with his deadpan humor, but Between having to deal with Obi-Wan “I’m going to flirt with every enemy I have and lose my lightsaber” Kenobi and Anakin “violence mwahahahha” Skywalker, Cody had to compensate
Alongside that, he was Obi-Wan’s Commander when Anakin was still a Padawan so at that point, it was either babysit Anakin or be just as unhinged to pull him back
Anakin still can never get anything past Cody
His raised eyebrow has Anakin spilling secrets faster than anything Obi-Wan ever could have done
Cody hates tea. He hates it with a passion and it’s only because he’s friends with Obi-Wan that he doesn’t automatically spit it out
That being said, since Anakin also hates tea, whenever Cody thinks Anakin needs a punishment, he’ll just give him tea and raise an eyebrow
He still does it even when Anakin is a General
Cody started kicking droids when he had to save Obi-Wan from an attack and he had no blasters and a broken hand
It was worth it
Anakin jokes that he was part droid since it never seemed to hurt him and he replied back with “I mean you could with your robotic arm”
Obi-Wan had to discourage Anakin from punching droids
Cody eggs him on when Obi-Wan isn’t looking
Cody knew about Padme and Anakin’s secret marriage within the first week he met Anakin
He let Anakin know with a “I hope you treat her well” when Anakin finished his knighting trials
Cody made sure that Rex was put Captain of the 501st because he knew Anakin would watch his back
Also he wanted to see how long it would take for Rex to break out of the fold of not being good enough because of his blonde hair
Cody once put itching powder in Wolffe’s blacks when he got back from the Malevolence incident to distract him and get him out of his room
It worked
Cody had a black eye for two weeks
Wolffe thanked him later in the war for it because he didn’t know if he would have continued on or tried to March on with his Pack
Ponds tried to explain to Mace Cody’s humor only for the man to say “I see”
Cody made sure to never joke around Mace so that Ponds would seem crazy by his General
He ended up breaking that silent dare when Boba tried to attack Mace
He scooped up the cadet (Boba’s not a cadet but he’s the size of one so Cody doesn’t think it matters all that much) and said “sorry cadet but we have a height restriction. No one shorter than 4 feet is allowed near a Jedi”
Boba hisses like a cat at him and tries to scratch him
“I’m older than you!”
“I’m taller than you.”
He ended up bringing Boba on the ship to avoid the Chancellor from putting him on trial
Boba didn’t appreciate it until Cody gave him a gun and took him on a “specs” mission
It wasn’t a real mission but Cody wasn’t gonna tell Boba that
“Shoot those droids and well leave when you’re not angry anymore”
They didn’t leave till 6 hours later
Boba tried to run away 12 times during his stay with Cody and Cody caught him all 12 times
The 13 time, Cody just gave him a blaster and said the 212th will be there for him if he needs it
Boba didn’t leave despite the opening
He now hangs in the vents and protects the ship when they’re on the ground
Cody owns a handmade slingshot
He uses it to pelt Rex and other clones when he’s bored or annoyed at them
He used it once on Fox and Fox got him back with his own slingshot
He once stole one boot from each of his batchmates at the beginning of the war after they got their paint on it
He wears them when he feels nostalgic
He stole one of Rex’ when he become Captain of 501st
He used to jump out of ships when Anakin was a Padawan to help teach him to catch him before he would splat on the ground
This is why Anakin does it to Rex because he thought since Rex is close to Cody, he wouldn’t mind
Rex does mind
A lot
He never figured out that Cody was the one to ingrain this habit in Anakin
Cody would still jump out of ships if the 212th and the 501st work together
Cody can do a handstand and can even balance on one hand
He believes this to be his greatest achievement
Cody likes to window shop
It’s inconvenient to do when they are at war but if there’s a shop nearby where the 212th is stationed, he’ll get souvenirs for his batchmates
Cody does not get paid yet he still somehow has credits
This is because he made a deal with Hondo to give him credits and he’ll tell him where the best rum is
This is why Hondo kidnaps Obi-Wan a lot
When Cody heard about Obi-Wan “dying”, he didn’t believe it and just told Rex to tell him when Obi-Wan is back - after all, it was his shore leave
The first time Cody met the Bad Batch was on Kamino and it was on complete accident
He ran into them with Nala Se and from their face, he could only assume that she was about to decom them
He stepped in
She let him train them for two weeks to improve their scores and during that time, he got them to work as a team but most importantly, to realize that they are vod as well and vod stick together
He gave them Fox’ and his own personal comm number in case they ever needed anything
He also makes sure to include them in his souvenir gift list
(He’s also the reason Crosshair is a Swiftie skjskjskj - I’m sorry I had to add that in)
He considers Echo and Fives his little cousins due to Rex adopting them and spoils them whenever he sees them
Meaning he tells them all the best prank ideas and covers for them and gives them any item they ask for when they meet
He is the reason they got away with dying Rex’ hair blue
As well as Anakin’s
And Obi-Wan’s
But he’s too smart for them and switched their bottles with his and they ended up accidentally dying their own hair when they targeted him
Cody will barge into Fox’ office randomly when he’s on shore leave and forcibly get Fox to rest
He’ll bribe the other Commanders with alcohol when he comes
Thorn is an expensive Vod though and demands more than alcohol
He is the reason Cody had to start a little black market within the GAR
All that just to spend time with Fox
It’s worth it every time
Cody once tried to matchmake Bly and Aayla at the start of the war because he couldn’t stand their lovesick looks
Turns out they have been dating since Bly got assigned to her and they just are lovesick with each other
Cody almost lost his lunch when he realized
Cody likes to check up on his batchmates when he can
And his batchmates’ Generals
And his batchmates’ General’s Padawan
This is how he was able to talk to Barriss before she did anything risky
He got Gree involved and they got her reassigned after being made a knight to a post where she can help clone medics with civilians and Vod
It wasn’t much but it was enough for her to feel like she is doing something right
He tries to check up on her when he can though Gree is the one she mainly talks to
Cody once convinced his batchmates to eat a bug after Anakin kept doing it as a Padawan
Cody also once drugged Obi-Wan when he stayed up a consistent 78 hours on a campaign
Cody has a count of how many times Obi-Wan has lost his lightsaber and his robes and has flirted with the enemy
Cody once punched Quinlan Vos in the stomach because the Jedi snuck up on him
Obi-Wan laughed
Quinlan got him back when he accidentally dropped one of Cody’s bottles of rum for Hondo
They had a prank war for a solid 7 months before Fox shut it down because he got caught in one of Cody’s brilliant ideas
On the bright side, it revealed Palpatine as a Sith
On the down side, he ended up losing control to the chip and being knocked into a coma for 4 months to finally gain back control
Yea that’s all I have ( @here-comes-the-moose if you don’t mind, i borrowed your HC of Crosshair being a Swiftie and mentioned it here)
Feel free to add your own if you want
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underacalicosky · 5 months
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Hi 🤍 I hope it is okay to drop in with a random question?
Which fic has made the biggest impression on you? Is there a fic witch hunts you?
Hi! Yes, I love asks and random questions! This is so sweet, thanks for thinking of me and sending me this ask ❤️
Oooh this is a great question and the problem is that I can’t pick just one fic. Lots of rambling behind the cut…
So I should start by saying that I’m relatively new to SW and Obikin. I got into the fandom only earlier this year and have been reading Obikin fics for less than half a year. There are so many amazing recs that I haven’t read yet and most of the ones I’ve read were published within the last year or so.
I hadn’t been involved in any fandom in about 12 years when I dipped my toe into an Obikin fic and wow, did I get pulled under. I have fanfic to thank for a lot of that! There are so many well-written, creative, and impressive fics by some really talented writers in this fandom.
This is by no means a full list of the fics that have made the biggest impressions on me, but these are some right off the top of my head.
And I apologize, I’m doing this on my phone and can’t link properly 😩
CT-Skywalker by Selcier - I love the premise of this fic and being a newbie to Obikin, it was a really unique take on how they would meet. I think about this version of the characters a lot.
Solsbury Hill and An Unlikely Duo (and just about anything) by @grapenehifics - In SH, the characters are doing their best and they struggle and sometimes it’s ok and sometimes it’s not. There’s so much emotion underlying all of it. That really resonated with me and I find myself randomly thinking about certain scenes when I’m folding laundry sometimes, it just stays with me like that. And there are elements that mirror SW canon that are so thoughtfully woven through that you still recognize these characters. And I simply love An Unlikely Duo and how they adore each other. The latest chapter is like someone opened my brain and pulled out every random thing that makes me squee about them and puts it all in one place. What I appreciate is how much this writer truly loves and cares about these characters.
Honeysuckle, Honeycrisp by @intermundia and Conceal Me What I Am by @himboskywalker - I’m mentioning these two together because when I think about something that left an impression on me, I immediately think about how omegaverse didn’t exist the last time I was in fandom. So I stumbled blindly into a/b/o a few months ago and was like wtf is happening here??? But, I had read other fics that these authors had written and I trusted them so I continued reading and really enjoyed these fics and lots of other fics by both these authors.
but a number by @tennessoui - I don’t want to give away the plot, but something happens that allows Obi-Wan to see an older version of Anakin. That idea really got into my head. I generally like happy-endings so this might be the closest to a fic that haunts me. Like, how often did Obi-Wan pray for Anakin to survive another day during the CW? Or wonder if he’ll live long enough to see Anakin grow old? I think about that a lot and it inspired my Halloween Challenge fic (The Grey Ghost).
And there are so many more… but I feel like I’ve already rambled a lot here lol. I would LOVE to hear about the fics that have left an impression on you and why. Like I said, I’m new to this fandom and welcome recs for Obikin fics that you love! Thanks so much for the ask @wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart ❤️
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thosebitingdoxies · 6 months
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ok ok like I’m loving this Anakin content and everything and yes the whole “how much of Anakin is in Ahsoka” is very very interesting to watch but it’s kind of annoying how singular it is
like yes, Anakin was Ahsoka’s master but that doesn’t mean he was the only influence on her. Plo Koon and Obi-Wan were also big guides in her and probably taught her stuff that Anakin thought was unimportant (i mean she seems a lot more balanced, patient, ready to mediate and listen to the Force than Anakin ever was). Rex and the 501st guided her (i mean c’mon “experience outranks everything” you cannot tell me he was the one who comforted ahsoka when anakin was too busy running off to padmé). And Padmé and Ryio Chuchi both taught her a lot about diplomacy and negotiation (like yeah no, that was definitely not Anakin. Maybe Obi-Wan but not Anakin).
just like Dave Filoni please please please allow your favourite OC to have more ties to her past than just Anakin Skywalker
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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years
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9:11ᴘᴍ
➜ Pairing: various!character x reader
➜ Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of weed and alcohol, reader is drunk, themes of depression, fluffy ending, not properly proofread
➜ Word Count: 0.6k
➜ Notes: reader is in a bikini btw 
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“Why don’t you get in with me?” you asked, your words slurring together as you spoke. You grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him into the water with you. The pool water rippled around you as you moved, the pool lights giving it a beautiful glow. He sat on the edge of the pool with his pants rolled up, legs dipped in the water that came up just below his knees. Your phone was next to him, a tune played from it quietly filling the silence of the night, and beside it sat a nearly empty bottle of margarita.
“What happened?” he asked you, not budging from where he sat. You frowned at his question and his refusal to get into the water with you, letting go of his hand. You could feel his disapproval of this situation and worry for you through his words.
“What do you mean? Can a girl not drink for fun now a days?” you drawled, unable to concentrate on him very well with so much alcohol in your system. He shook his head at your words, he knew you, and he knew that you only got like this when things were getting bad again. You never seemed to turn to him though, always turning to substances instead.  
He moved the bottle of margarita out of your reach as you went to take it, “You’ve had enough for the night.” He pulled you back towards him and you pouted but obliged. Sitting on the pool step under him so that you were in between his legs and resting your head on his thigh. You listened to what he had to say as he ran his fingers through your wet hair.  
“You can always talk to me you know,” he started, “you don’t have to do everything alone. I’ll always be here for you to talk; I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you need me to do to help you I’ll do.” You huffed at his words but still nodded and he sighed turning his gaze away from you and closing his eyes. He wished so badly that you would talk to him, that you would confide in him and allow him to help you. Instead, you consistently shut him out every time things got bad, showing him no signs until he came home to empty alcohol bottles littering the floor, like tonight, or rolling paper and a half empty bag, and sometimes bags, of weed on the table.
You tugged on his shirt to bring his attention back to you, looking up at him you spoke in a soft whisper, “Dance with me please.” He hesitated at your request but agreed after a moment, stripping off his shirt as you stood and then getting into the water next to you. You hired up the volume, on your phone and took his hand, leading him deeper into the seemingly luminescent water.  
Turning back around when you felt like you were far enough, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he placed his hands on your bare waist. You let him guide your movements, swaying back and forth to the soft beat coming from your phone speaker. You leaned your head against his chest, your eyes sliding shut as you did your best to concentrate on his heart beat and a drunken smile made its way across your face as you heard its steady rhythm and felt him press a kiss to your head. You did your best not to fall asleep but eventually you gave into the tiredness that the alcohol had brought you.
Anakin Skywalker, Obi wan Kenobi, Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake
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kingdomvel · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday
From Welcome to our castle. Anakin, Quinlan and Obi-Wan play a game of billiards before the Jedi Ball
Anakin leans his cheek against the billiard stick. It’s Quinlan’s turn to play, after Anakin had fumbled his once again because he didn’t know that the move he was trying was illegal. He had told Quinlan that he didn’t know how to play billiards, only pool, but he had insisted until Obi-Wan had proposed that they did a 2v1, with Anakin and him taking turns playing.
Obi-Wan had, at the beginning, pressed his front flush against Anakin’s back, his hands on top of his to guide him. Anakin had tried not to get hard as he got flashbacks of another night in this room. His bare chest scratching against the rough fabric of the table, his hands pinned down by Obi-Wan’s, his back covered by Obi-Wan in a position very similar to the one they were in. Tat was until Quinlan had reminded Obi-Wan that Anakin had said he knew how to play pool, so he knew how to use the stick and Obi-Wan didn’t need to teach him that.
He had received glares from both Obi-Wan and Anakin, but he hadn’t seem to care.
Obi-Wan looks up at Anakin from his place beside Quinlan, where he had moved and is now trying to tease him so he misses his shot. He caresses the table with one of his hands, right next to Quinlan’s arm. Anakin gulps, the flashbacks back. Obi-Wan looks up at him with a sly smile, probably thinking the same thing as Anakin.
“Anakin dear, I never asked. Did the burn you got from the table on your chest hurt too much?” He asks. He had asked before, had fussed over him, worried he should have been more careful.
“Only in the best way.” Anakin answers.
The exchange fulfils its purpose, Quinlan fumbling his shot the moment his brain catches the meaning of the words, the ball going pathetically sideways while he groans.
“You two are nasty and that’s cheating.” Quinlan says.
“Can’t we make conversation while you play now?” Obi-Wan asks, feigning innocence.
“You know damn well that is not what I mean and I should be a allowed to repeat that.”
“You didn’t let Anakin repeat any of his, so move over.” Obi-Wan says as he pushes Quinlan away from the table.
“I’m still going to win this.” Quinlan says while he moves away.
“We’ll see about that.” Obi-Wan answers, moving the balls back to their place.
Quinlan moves next to Anakin, both of them observing Obi-Wan lean down to make his first hit.
“So,” Quinlan starts, “apart from fucking, what do you two do?”
Anakin shrugs, “we’ve done a few trips around the country, we go to the market, hang out... We went horse riding once.” Anakin doesn’t have fond memories of that day. He had agreed because he had done it before, but it turned out that the more comfortable saddles he had used for organized pleasure rides were not the ones Obi-Wan used. He had had to learn how to move with the horse better, and his legs had hurt for day afterwards. “He is also teaching me how to swordfight.”
Quinlan’s head whips around towards him.
“He is what?”
“You know, fighting with swords, he has quite a lot of them.”
“Yes, I know.” They both look at Obi-Wan walk around the table to the other side, positioning himself for another hit. The table is big enough that he can’t hear them if they don’t raise their voice, not with the music they are playing. “Do you know who taught him?”
Anakin nods, “his father and grandfather. He told me it was a bit of a Jedi Order thing. Do you know how to too then?”
“I do but-“ he cuts himself, looks at Anakin, before his eyes settle back on Obi-Wan. “For Obi-Wan it’s different. It’s important.”
Anakin want to ask him more, wants to understand the implications of his words, but Obi-Wan lets out a curse then and Quinlan laughs at him.
“You are getting rusty with age.” He teases. Obi-Wan ignores him in favour of moving to stand beside Anakin as Quinlan moves to start his turn.
“Sorry, I’m afraid we may not win this.” Obi-Wan says.
“It’s okay,” Anakin answers, “you can make it up to me later.”
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ensomniaa · 2 years
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I saw a couple of people claim that the Jedi and the rest of the galaxy put too much weight onto Anakin's shoulders and that he was under too much pressure and so ofc it’s not his fault that he fell to the dark side.
And I just have to completely disagree. All of that just sounds like fanon stated as canon to me. The movies and shows never show us any of the members of the Jedi Order turning Anakin's role as the Chosen One into a spectacle. Sure in TPM Qui-Gon claims that he’s the chosen one and we see him tell that to the council. But other than that it’s not really mentioned ever again. (Correct me if I’m wrong.) Anakin is always treated like all the other Younglings, Padawans and Jedi Knights.
He’s not given exceptionally crazy tasks to fulfill that are unheard of or not on the same level as the trials other Jedi have to go through, he’s being treated like a kid that’s a part of the Order and is being taught the same values and philosophies. He’s not shouldering more than all the others. I mean ofc we know he’s the chosen one and that he has a certain purpose but I mean the Jedi don’t put that in the forefront or make a big deal out of it, it’s more like background information that everybody’s aware of.
The only other time that his role is mentioned in the movies is when Obi-Wan asks the others: „Is he not the chosen one (…)?“. And I mean the context of that line just shows us that his role is only ever mentioned to excuse (for lack of better words rn) certain things he did or to emphasize that we must all believe in him. It just shows us how much trust the Jedi have in him because of that as well. His role as the chosen one seems to help Anakin out in my opinion and to sort of lift certain weights of his shoulders rather than to burden him with more.
And I mean given that all Jedi face similar trials, tests, hardships and struggles throughout their life (similar in terms of difficulty or in terms of what these struggles teach at their very core) and the majority have managed to come out on top again, to learn from them, to overcome them and to not fall to the dark side or start killing children, I feel like excusing Anakin’s behavior by blaming it on his „difficult“ life as a Jedi seems ridiculous to me.
And it’s also not like Anakin wasn’t told what will await him when training to be a Jedi. Qui-Gon specifically tells him that it isn’t an easy lifestyle and that he has to be completely sure that he wants to do this. So even here, him being the Chosen One didn’t really mean that Anakin now had to become a Jedi. Qui-Gon and everybody else didn’t force him into this, it was Anakin’s own choice. And that also kind of shows us how his role as the Chosen One really isn’t forced on him. On the contrary, it helps him out once again when asking the council to allow him to train in the ways of the force.
At least that’s how I see it.
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jessicas-pi · 6 months
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Problem Children AU incorrect quotes
Jadan, throwing his head into Esme's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Esme, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty annoying, that's what you are. --- Asajj: If you want my advice- Esme: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your boyfriend. Multiple times. Asajj: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, he’s also tried to kill me. Quinlan: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder. --- *Esme is talking about her past* Esme: I guess it was that day I came home to a cold, empty house, devoid of light and love, and I knew then that my sorrows would only grow. Ahsoka: Esme, this is the saddest life story I have ever heard! And you haven't even covered the teen years! Jadan: Oh, I'm sure it gets better! Esme: Ha! No, at eleven, things really took a turn for the worse.
--- Cody: Something tells me Jadan's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Jadan, holding a lit match and a bag of space cheetos: Leave me be, Obi-Wan isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral. --- Obi-Wan to Jadan: First rule of battle, Padawan... don’t ever let them know where you are. Anakin, shouting out of frame: WHOO-HOO! I’M RIGHT HERE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU WANT SOME O’ ME?! YEAH YOU DO! COME ON! COME ON! AAAAAH! Whoo-hoo! Obi-Wan: Of course, there are other schools of thought. --- Anakin: Alright Ahsoka, Jadan. Let's go over this one more time. Anakin: If something breaks? Jadan: We try to fix it before Padme gets home. Anakin: If it doesn't work? Ahsoka: We blame Lux. Lux: Seriously guys, what the heck?! --- Esme: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." Jadan: I saw you. Esme: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Merrin in a tooka costume. --- Esme, reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Ahsoka: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Esme: Ohhhh- Jadan: Both of you get out of this kitchen. --- Ahsoka: Wait, hold up, why do you draw yourself like that? Esme: Uh, like what? Ahsoka: Like with gorgeous, muscular legs. Esme: Uh, this is what I look like. Ahsoka: Esme: THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE! Ahsoka: Okay, then I want big beefy arms. Hot ones. Jadan: I wanna have a cowboy hat! Esme: Okay, arms and hat. *draws them* Lux: Ooh, give me a cowboy hat too! Esme: You can't just take Jadan's hat idea, Lux! He thought it up all by himself like a good boy! Come up with your own thing! Lux: But I wanna look cool! Ahsoka: Put him on one of those stupid baby tricycles. Lux: Do not do that! Esme: Tricycle, done. *draws it* Boba, want anything? Boba, making finger guns: Pew pew. Esme: You're not allowed to have weapons right now. Boba, making finger guns: Pew pew. Esme: You know what, okay. *draws it* But it's just for holding, not for shooting. --- Jadan: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. Esme: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear complaints.
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For whenever you feel in the playmaker writing mood, I would love to read the scene where Anakin comes home to baby Ray and is just like what. what.
here you go!!! 2.5k of playmaker au, specifically anakin coming home to find that obi-wan has stolen a baby from a grocery store
(warnings: playmaker anakin? specifically playmaker anakin about babies?)
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When Anakin opens the door to his house to the ear-splitting sound of a baby crying, he almost closes it once more to check that he has the correct place. But of course he does. No one else’s entryway could possibly be this messy. 
Luke and Leia’s shoes are thrown in a hectic pile by the doormat, Luke’s football balanced precariously on the toes of his cleats. Leia’s school bag has been discarded on the short bench Obi-Wan had wheedled one of Anakin’s men into installing, built into the wall. 
It’s definitely Anakin’s house; over the wailing of the strange baby, he can hear his own baby’s low murmurs. Frozen as he is with the door half open and half closed, he can even hear the distinct whine of Luke’s voice.
His eyebrows furrow; he steps forward, firmly into the house, and shuts the door behind him. His jacket has barely cleared his shoulders before the pattering of little feet greet him.
“Make him give it back!” Leia’s voice shrieks out. It’s a particularly grating sound, one that Anakin hasn’t heard for several years and absolutely has not missed.
He closes his eyes and intentionally hangs his gun holster on the hook next to his jacket. “What did Luke take, baby?” “Nothing!” Luke cries. He sounds just as distraught as his sister. Anakin exhales slowly through his nose before turning around and crouching down. One twin immediately comes within the circle of his arms. The other hangs back, looking distrustful.
Which is probably why Leia will be the one to inherit his criminal empire when it’s time. 
“What did you take, Luke?” he asks his son, hefting him up into the air as he stands. “And whose fucking baby is that screaming?”
There’s muted movement from the other end of the long entrance hallway, and then Obi-Wan Kenobi rounds the corner, arms full of a baby swaddled in a yellow blanket. Its face is red from crying, but it’s seemingly more content now. A pacifier has been stuck in its mouth at least.
“Yours,” Obi-Wan says primly, adjusting his hold on the baby.
Anakin squints at him and then down at the child. “Well that’s a fucking lie, sweetheart,” he says, taking a cautious step forward. Leia skitters to duck behind his leg.
Smart girl. If Obi-Wan thinks—what, that Anakin slept with a woman a year ago while on a business trip—who knows what the boy is capable of? After all, Obi-Wan values loyalty above all else. 
“Cause I don’t remember anyone else in my bed but you,” he adds, eyes examining the play of shadows and emotions across Obi-Wan’s face. The other man’s hair is up in a loose bun. He’s wearing the remnants of a respectable suit. He doesn’t look like a boy who is planning to cut his losses and run out of Coruscant tonight.
Not that he’d get far, of course, but he certainly doesn’t look like a man who is planning to try. 
“If people are only yours by blood, does that mean I’m free to go?” Obi-Wan replies archly, turning his back to Anakin and marching into their living room. 
Anakin watches him go, speechless. 
He crouches down on the ground again and carefully places his son back onto the floor. “Luke, baby, Leia,” he says, unable to take his eyes off of the empty doorway. “Go upstairs.”
“Make him give it back, Daddy,” Leia says, tugging on the edge of his shirt. “I don’t like it.”
“Mhm,” Anakin replies. From what he’s seen so far, he isn’t much of a fan either. “Go.”
They go, and Anakin allows himself a few moments to stare after them consideringly. One day, eventually, he will need them to be something more than well-trained puppies. He will need them to be something even more than attack dogs.
But that is a conundrum for a later day. Now, he stands on his feet and follows after his boy, who he can still hear gently murmuring in the living room. 
He leans against the doorway. Obi-Wan does not look as if he is going to throw anything at him or harm him bodily in any sort of way, but one can never be too sure with him. It’s part of the reason Anakin finds him so fascinating still after all these years.
But then, his little mouse has never so far stooped to physical violence. That’s more of Anakin’s beast.
“It’s not mine,” he says. It’s best to state these things clearly. “I want it out of the house. It’s upsetting the children.”
Obi-Wan does not look up from the baby in his arms. Its eyes are closed now, expression lax and trusting. The pacifier is still in its mouth. “She’s mine,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing over the skin of its cheek.
Anakin stills, half a step forward.
It’s two offenses in one blow. Obi-Wan’s attention is solidly on something not Anakin, when Anakin is speaking so directly to him. And if Obi-Wan says the baby is his, then he’s implying that he slept with some woman a year ago during one of Anakin’s business trips.
The image the sentence puts into his head has Vader roaring to the surface of his mind between one blink and the next. “If you think I would not hurt an infant for the crime of representing a past dalliance of yours, you are gravely mistaken,” he warns, hand clenching into a fist at his side. “So speak carefully, little mouse.”
“Monster,” Obi-Wan says, keeping his tone light. Keeping his eyes away from Vader’s face. He carefully raises the baby up and tilts his head down until he can rub his nose ever so gently against the baby’s own tiny nose.
“Yes,” Vader says stiffly. “So get rid of it or I will.”
Obi-Wan finally looks up at him. His eyes are blue steel.
Fuck, Vader hasn’t seen him look this stubborn about anything since he was tried in criminal court for the murder of Savage Oppress.
“No,” Obi-Wan says succintly. “She’s ours.”
This more than anything gives Anakin pause. “What.”
Obi-Wan raises to his feet and deposits the baby into a crib a few feet away. How had Anakin missed the fucking crib? When did Obi-Wan have the time to find a fucking crib?
“She’s our baby,” Obi-Wan says, running his hand along the edge of the crib. His head comes up and he gives Anakin a hard stare as if daring him to disagree. “She’s ours or she’s mine.”
There it is.
“You’re handing out ultimatums like that now, sweetheart?” Vader asks, stepping into the room and prowling towards his husband. “Think that’s smart, little mouse? Think you can threaten me like that? Think you can do that with no punishment?”
“Yeah,” Obi-Wan murmurs. His voice is rough. He moves to the outside of the crib, hands grasping the edges and body turned to face Vader as he approaches. “Because I’m serious, Anakin. I’m not going to give her away. I want her. You’re going to let me have her.”
“And its parents?” Anakin asks, boxing Obi-Wan in against the crib. “Its actual parents?”
“She’s adopted.”
“Did you steal it from an orphanage, Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s eyebrows fly up at the very idea. He still has to coax his little mouse into doing things of even a slight criminal nature half the time. His little mouse hates sitting on Anakin’s lap during his meetings, hates all the trappings and police tape that comes with being a mob wife.
It’s his past. It’s his sheriff father. It’s the talons of Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost still sunk deep into his soul. It’s all of that shit, and despite it all, Anakin loves him. As much as a man like him, a man like Vader can love.
Obi-Wan’s flash away for a second. It’s an admittance of guilt. His cheeks begin to flush red.
“No,” he says and hesitates, pink mouth torn open. Anakin’s face breaks into the beginnings of a smile. His hands fall to rest on his waist. What’s going to come out of Obi-Wan’s mouth next will probably be the best confession he’s heard all day. “I stole her from her stroller.”
Anakin’s mouth falls open. 
“Excuse me?”
Obi-Wan’s chin juts up as he frowns at Anakin. “I stole her from her stroller. Her parents left her unattended. And–I wanted her.”
He isn’t sure if his eyebrows will ever lower. “You wanted her.”
“I wanted a baby,” Obi-Wan says very clearly. “The twins are old and they hate me now. I wanted a baby again.”
“The twins are not old,” Anakin replies automatically. “They’re ten. They’re children.”
His little mouse’s lips stay curled in a stubborn moue of defiance. 
“They don’t hate you,” he adds. “They adore you, baby. You know that. What they hate is that thing,” his hand gestures over Obi-Wan to encompass the crib and the baby. “Leia begged me to make you give it back.”
“Oh and how would that go?” Obi-Wan sniffs, looking haughtily down his nose at Anakin, as if he weren’t the one who just stole a fucking baby in broad daylight. “Oh, so sorry, I didn’t mean to take your baby, I just tripped and fell and it landed in my grocery cart by accident.”
“You stole a baby from a grocery store?” 
But Obi-Wan’s eyes are narrowed in consideration and a second later, he’s changing tactics. His hands slip from their defensive position on the crib’s edge, run up the length of Anakin’s arms to rest on the sides of his neck. His eyes go half-lidded. His mouth gets all glistening and wet. “Daddy,” he says.
“No,” Anakin says. “You can’t fuck your way into a baby, Obi-Wan—”
“I thought that’s how most couples got a baby,” Obi-Wan points out.
“You can’t banter your way into a baby either, fuck, Obi-Wan—”
“I can,” his boy says confidentally, pushing up against Anakin’s hips. “Because I really want a baby. And I already found a baby. Her name is Rey.”
“No, don’t name it, you’ll get attached to it—”
“I love you,” Obi-Wan murmurs. He pushes forward and stands up on his toes so that he can rub his nose along the line of Anakin’s jaw. “I want to raise a child with you. Just you and me, she’ll never know another parent. Don’t you want to raise a baby with someone you love? Someone you trust? You’ll never have to kill me. You know I love you—every part of you.”
Unlike your first wife, goes unsaid. Unlike the mother of your children.
It doesn’t go unheard.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin groans, but he tightens his grip on the boy’s waist. “You stole a baby.”
“I murdered a good man for you,” he murmurs, dragging his lips over his. “I murdered a bad man for the twins. I stole a baby for us. Look what you’ve made me. Look what you’ve turned me into, darling.”
Anakin bites back another groan. His little mouse plays dirty now that Anakin’s taught him how. Or maybe that’s always been a part of him. Maybe that ruthless streak, that cunning brutality has always been there; maybe that’s what drew him to the undercover detective in the first place.
“Did you kill the parents at least?” Anakin asks, eyes falling closed. He cannot believe the words coming out of his mouth.
He cannot believe how easily he gave into those fucking blue eyes. 
“That’s your job,” Obi-Wan tells him, pressing a kiss to his lips. For a reward.
“Did you mock up the paperwork to make it look like a legal adoption?”
“Also your job,” Obi-Wan says again, brushing another kiss to Anakin’s face. Anakin’s hand grips the back of Obi-Wan’s hair, holding him close and in place.
“Obi-Wan…”
“I told the twins though,” Obi-Wan says quickly. He hooks his leg around the back of Anakin’s calf, winding his arms solidly around his neck.
“Yeah?” Anakin murmurs, letting his other hand trail down over the small of his back. “How’d they take that, baby?” Obi-Wan is silent. 
“Yeah,” Anakin says. “That’s what I thought.” Sharing their Obi-Wan’s attention? It’s bad enough they have to split it with each other and Anakin. Now there’s an entirely new thing demanding Obi-Wan’s time. His attention. His arms.
Anakin scowls automatically, just thinking about it.
“They’ll get used to her,” Obi-Wan says. His hands tighten on the back of Anakin’s neck. “They’re growing up. They don’t need me as much anymore.” His eyes are wet and big when he looks up at Anakin. He’s almost too tall to pull the move off anymore. “I just…I want to be needed, Ani. You’ve gotten me spoiled on the feeling. And I—I can’t go back to the other way.”
“Baby, of course we need you,” Anakin says, using his grip on Obi-Wan’s lower back to push him pointedly up against his covered cock.
Obi-Wan sighs into the kiss Anakin pushes on his mouth, and when he pulls back, he looks so fucking despondent that Anakin’s patience for anything but wiping that look from his little mouse’s face evaporates.
“Stop it,” he commands, thumbing at the skin beneath Obi-Wan’s eye rather roughly. “Stop it, we’re keeping it. Fine. We’re keeping it.”
“And you’ll talk to the twins?” Obi-Wan’s voice wavers. There’s at least a thirty percent chance it’s genuine emotion. “Tell them that she’s family? And that means they must protect her? Care for her even if they don’t love her?” Anakin’s eyebrows shoot up. Even though he’s been dead three years, Qui-Gon Jinn’s ghost seems to haunt half of Obi-Wan’s deeply rooted ideas and values. 
“I’ll get Rex and Ahsoka to start on the papers,” Anakin mutters, pulling away reluctantly from his husband’s all too soft and willing body—now that he’s gotten his way.
The baby—Rey, Anakin supposes—begins to whine once more.
Immediately, instinctively almost, Obi-Wan flips himself around so that he’s facing the crib, peering into and reaching down.
Out of curiosity, Anakin slots himself up against his back, unable to resist the slightest roll of his hips.
The baby blinks up at him. Her face is all squishy and red. Her eyes are clear, blue still, though Leia’s eyes were blue when she was born. Rey’s fingers dance in the air as she reaches for Obi-Wan plaintatively. 
The twins are not going to be happy.
But Obi-Wan is. He’s incandescent as he allows her to wrap her tiny fingers around his index finger.
“Does she at least have red hair?” Anakin murmurs, fairly plaintative himself. “It’ll be easier to trick myself into loving her if she looks like you.”
“She’s mine,” Obi-Wan replies, looking back at him slightly, hand still tangled with the infant’s. “You’ll love her.”
It still sounds like an ultimatum.
Anakin sighs; Anakin capitulates.
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phoenixyfriend · 2 years
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Legally Horny
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Written for @rexwalkerweek, and I am late again. Aug 2nd: Tatooine | Form II: Elegance, Precision, Convergence
Got a bit bogged down in the worldbuilding for this one, so it takes a few thousand words of setup to actually get to the main ship 😅
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It starts with Padmé popping up in the middle of the night and scrambling off the bed to look up an obscure law or precedent-setting case. Anakin wakes up long enough to ask what’s going on, and she waves him off with ‘it’s not an emergency.’ He’s back asleep before he finishes processing what she’s said.
He’s only got a week planetside. He’s not going to waste a second of sleep while on leave.
It takes three days for Padmé to approach him with an idea.
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Anakin doesn’t know most of the ‘command class’ clones personally, but he does know Bly and Cody, and he runs into Fox relatively often, so he pokes Rex into inviting them to a meeting with Padmé, and Obi-Wan, and Senator Organa.
Rex follows him with an air of long-suffering, one that Anakin knows has been perfected as a defense mechanism against Anakin’s own propensity for intense levels of insane bullshit.
It’s a valid response, Anakin has decided. Rex still puts up with him, so the occasional lack of respect is fine, so long as it means Rex hasn’t asked for a transfer.
They sit down. They set up security measures. Anakin laments the fact that he’s not allowed to invite the Chancellor. Obi-Wan kicks his ankle.
Padmé calls them all to order.
She looks them over, and glances at Senator Organa, but he just gestures for her to take the lead.
“I’ve come up with a possible avenue towards securing citizenship,” Padmé finally says. “It’s a very high risk, high reward situation, but most of the risk would be on the part of a Senator or similarly ranked natural born citizen, rather than on the part of any given clone.”
“We’ve heard that before, Senator,” Fox points out. “Never got off the ground.”
Anakin wonders how well Commander Fox knows Padmé, to be comfortable with such bluntness.
“I’m looking into securing a court case precedent,” Padmé says.
Fox tilts his head, and sits a bit straighter. He laces his fingers together. The others seem content to let him take the lead. “What kind of case?”
“One that requires a senator in good standing and galactic popularity to be targeted by a manufactured scandal,” Padmé says.
She and Fox stare at each other for a few seconds, and then he huffs. “Walk me through it.”
Padmé nods. Anakin shifts his weight, antsy about whatever weight is in the air, and Rex brushes their forearms together. It doesn’t help as much as it usually does. The air is too… prickly.
“At this time, your people are in a state of limbo,” Padmé begins, probably for the benefit of Anakin and whichever commanders aren’t up to date on the political status. Fox is, Anakin thinks, but he’s the only one for sure. “Several policies are being held in place to maintain the illusion that you are not enslaved by definition. The official word is that you are drafted, though such a draft cannot legally be implemented to affect only one demographic. You are paid a stipend, and officially provided with residence and full health coverage. You are under the age of majority by all standards, but you are also physically mature; to treat you as humans would require legislation to address your physical ages and chronological ages being disparate, as you are otherwise child labor.”
She takes a sip of water, and continues. “You are not considered citizens, but neither are you considered foreign nationals. The Republic cannot claim you without putting many of the statutes keeping you in the war in question, but your two main possible claims, Mandalore and Kamino, do not claim you either. The Republic is legally required to offer routes to citizenship to any sentient being who does not have citizenship of their own and sets foot on Republic soil, generally of the planet they have made their way to, and that process is supposed to be expedited for those who enter service to the Republic or the planet they are applying to gain citizenship in.”
“Which the Senate has managed to delay indefinitely by processing all cloned beings as subsentient beings,” Fox finishes for her. “I’m aware we are currently of the same standing as a bantha, Senator.”
Someone chokes on their breath. It might be Bly.
“Just the point,” Padmé says. “Now, as of the last time we checked, there are approximately five hundred and thirty children resulting of relations between a natural born citizen and a clone trooper; several haven’t been born yet, and I’m sure others have not been reported, but there are quite a few floating about. Despite Kaminoan attempts to lay claim to those children, courts and governments have unilaterally ruled that the children have inherited the citizenship of the other parent.”
Anakin hadn’t known that. He’ s glad to hear it.
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Empress Chapter 2
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Songs: Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby by CAS and Candy Necklaces by Lana Del Rey
(Padme’s POV)
*I am running across a rocky terrain, running, running, running until I fall down a dark crack in the ground. I scream but my throat is dry and my lips are sealed. I keep falling down, down, down…*
I wake up covered in cold sweat feeling my abdomen ache. I let out a cry as Anakin pulls me into his embrace. I rest my head under his chin as he rubs my back to soothe me.
“My love, I can tell you had another nightmare” he says quietly. “Remember Nothing is gonna hurt while I’m here alright.” I look up at him with tears in my eyes I believe him but I fear of what lengths he would go to keep me safe.
“Ani…” I start hesitantly “we gotta address this.”
“What do you mean my empress, what do we need to address? I have you and you are safe. We can finally use our power to create a safer galaxy together.”
“Ani I gotta know what is going on. What am I going to do now? What about our family?” Of course I have way more questions to ask, but this is all I can get out in my emotional post nightmare state. Anakin looks at me and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear before giving me a soft smile.
“You can do whatever you desire my love. If you wanna stay at home with our babies you can. If you want to work at my side and make our galaxy the perfect place for our little family, you can my love.” He gives me a soft kiss on the forehead before continuing: “all you have to do is the words and I will make it happen my love.”
I know what I want but I don’t think I can say it out loud.
“You seem troubled… I can sense it my love. Just tell what you are thinking. Remember you are free with me my love.” He says softly.
“I want things to be how they were, or maybe how I wanted them to be.” I say softly. I know this is the one thing Anakin doesn’t want to hear. I know this because his face hardens a bit and he can hardly meet my gaze.
“You want to back to when we had to hide? Because the order could not accept my love and care for you?” He says in way making him seem almost hurt.
“Ani… I don’t mean that. I just… I wanted to raise our little ones in Naboo. I wanted to set up a nursery for them in a safe planet where they would be under our care. I wanted you to tell Obi Wan, I wanted you to tell the Order how dedicated you are to creating a better galaxy making it known that I won’t get in the way of that. Ani… I didn’t want this… I wanted peace with you.” A small tear escapes my eyes as I admit this. Anakin caresses my cheek as he finally meets my gaze.
“I understand Padme, but things could’ve ever been that way okay? The order was cold, rigid, and would’ve understood. I refuse any world where I would have to keep you or my children secret from the world. I refused it then and I would a thousand times over. You are my empress you deserve the light of a thousand suns to illuminate your beauty, in no world are you going to be hidden away, you belong at my side.” He said with a passion I have seen in his eyes only a few times in my life. He then takes my hand and intertwines it with mine.
I lay back against his chest allowing him to stroke my hair, if he is right and the circumstances I hoped for aren’t possible I must rethink my plans. “Ani… I want to stay home with our babies, but I ask one thing. I want to advise you I want to rule at your side Anakin, I know politics inside and out. I know the senate, and I know some of them are in a fury over your takeover right now, but I can calm them.” Anakin looks at me and give me a soft smile, his look of approval. If things can’t be the way they were I must make the most of it, with him.
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(Anakins POV)
I run my hand over her soft curls and feel the happiest I have in a long time knowing my love is safe. With the smartest most brilliant woman in the galaxy by my side I know we can change this place for the better.
“My empress” I whisper quietly as I hold her close to me.
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Authors Note: Let me know of any ideas you have for this story! I can also write short chapters of them doing cute things together.
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years
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Can I request headcanons for anakin falling in love with plo koon's padawan and the couple facing homophbia from every one expet obi-wan, plo, Yoda and the clones. And jealous padmae. And them receiving permission to marry from Yoda
Anakin Skywalker x Jedi reader
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I tried to come up with a good reason why the reader and Anakin are allowed to be together, hope you enjoy. I’m also gonna change canon as I see fit in this ;)
featuring some Tatooine culture hcs
  Holy fuck, this became a lot longer than I had planned
-          Anakin and you had been found on Tatooine together, from what Shmi told Qui-gon, you were born the same way Anakin was. The force gifted you to your mother, but she was not willing to keep you, so she gave you to Shmi and ran away.
-          You and Anakin were both supernovas in the force, and deeply connected to each other. You always knew what the other wanted, and what the other was thinking. You could even feel each other’s thoughts and emotions.
-          Qui-gon seemed put off by your deep connection, or how you would both panic and burst into tears if separated for too long. When Anakin went on the podrace, Shmi had to hold you the entire time as you cried.
-          Anakin had still asked if Padme was an angel when they first met, but it had been more from your shared curiosity than anything else. This seemed to seed something in Padme, a connection to Anakin or similar.
-          So, when Anakin ran to his mother and you, and immediately hugged you close and completely ignored the other people there, Padme crossed her arms and huffed.
-          Seeing as you were equally strong in the force as Anakin, you were taken with the group back to coruscant. When you all met Palpatine, you were on edge, especially when you felt the dark tendrils from him reaching for Anakin.
-          You used your own force presence to snap at him, imagining you were a krayt dragon as you clamped your teeth around the darkness. You had always been able to move things or felt the force with your mind more, unlike Anakin who seemed more physically strong.
-          Things pass like in canon, though Padme is quite rude to you through the whole thing, and most of the council seems annoyed or even scared of your connection. Qui-gon says he will train Anakin and you both start crying, not wanting to be split.
-          This is where Yoda explains that you are a dyad, meaning you are two beings connected in the force, almost like soulmates. Yoda seems quite happy about having a dyad in the jedi, so he agrees to let the two of you join, though other masters except for Plo Koon object.
-          Things happen, Qui-gon dies, Obi wan becomes Anakin’s master. You both cry but agree for Anakin to go with Obi wan back to their quarters. Through your link in the force Anakin and you hold each other.
-          During the battle of Naboo, you use your skills in telekinesis and alike to fight. Though before everyone splits up, Padme glares at you and tells you not to mess up.
-          You stand alone in the hallway, having been left there with no jedi or master to tell you where to go. That’s when a kind voice speaks behind you, you turn and see one of the masters from the jedi Council.
-          He introduces himself as Plo Koon, and says he would like to take you as his padawan, as he himself is very skilled with telekinesis and feels you would be a great student.
-          You feel his intentions through the force and see he only wants good, and since you don’t want to lose Anakin, you agree.
-          As you go to his quarters, he tells you of his last Padawan Lissarkh who became a knight and of her time as his padawan. You know he does it to try and help you feel less out of place and positive out the experience.
-          As years pass you and Anakin grow up together, as close as always. You get your crystals together, build your sabers together, spar and meditate together. You are even each other’s first kiss and start dating as teens in secret.
-          Padme still seems set on Anakin being meant for her, and becomes meaner to you as time goes on. This results in Anakin trying to distance himself from her but its impossible when hes being sent on missions to her.
-          What the two of you don’t know is that your masters know you’re together. Both Obi wan and Plo have caught you cuddling and even sneaking kisses every now and then. The two masters just look at eachother and shake their heads in good nature. They will wait for you two to tell them when you’re ready.
-          The only other being who seems to realize you are together is Yoda. This results in a very awkward time when he invites the two of you to his quarters, feeds you his root stew and tea and goes over the birds and the bees with you. Both Anakin and yourself become scarred for life by this conversation.
-          Yoda does convince the two of you to come out to your masters. You both needed to convince each other and help one another with doing so. You’re still scared to be kicked from the order, but you both know Yoda is on your side.
-          To your shared surprise, your masters are happy and accepting of your relationship. Obi wan going as far as to roll his eyes and say finally.
-          With the approval of three grand masters of the order, as obi wan has become a master at this point, you can date in public. What the two of you hadn’t accounted for was homophobia.
-          You had never thought of the cores opinion on same sex relationships and alike, as on Tatooine you loved whoever you wanted. It wasn’t unusual for the same gender to date, or for multiple people to date on your home planet. So, it had never been weird for the two of you.
-          So, when beings who had been your friends in the past, started to avoid you both and talk behind your backs it confused you. Especially when they started to call you words you both didn’t understand as they were core words. But you knew from the way their presence felt in the force that they weren’t good.
-          You ended up quietly asking Plo what those words meant, and you almost jumped in your seat when you felt anger flare up inside your master. He released most into the force, explained that they had been calling you slurs, and that he would take care of it.
-          He must have given them all a chewing out and punishment, as they stopped saying it to your faces, but they kept glaring and avoiding Anakin and you.
-          It didn’t help as when the news reached Padme, she saw red and ordered for you to never be invited to any mission involving her or her system, and she started to openly insult you and even going as far as to convince Anakin to leave you.
  -          When the clone wars happened, you were split up even though you hated it. Over the years you had trained your attachment and connection, so even if you were far apart you could always feel each other through the force.
-          The two of you were knighted on the same day, and Yoda looked so smug the entire time. He offered you both celebratory stew, but you made up excuses not too as you were stilled scarred from last time.
-          You got your own squad of clones called the 150th, and they painted their armor in the same color as your saber. This was to honor the fact that you had saved them from decommissioning, and they became quite protective of you. It was a small squad with only a few hundred compared to the larger number of others, but this made you extremely effective to undercover or other sensitive missions.
-          You teamed up regularly with the 104th, and so bonded with the wolffe squad as they were also called, and the two battalions of clones grew close.
-          You also teamed up with the 501st and 212th regularly, though not as much as your former master.
-          You hadn’t planned on telling your battalions of your relationship, because of the reaction everyone seemed to have when they learned.
-          But that went out the window when Rex and your commander walked in on you and Anakin hurriedly making out on the planning table.
-          You had both flustered and tried to stutter out excuses, but Rex just face palmed and told you that this wasn’t the best place for this, and your commander gave Anakin the `I’m watching you` motion with his fingers and told him not to hurt you before the clones left.
-          After that it seemed to spread to all clone battalions that you were together, as none of them ever even looked twice at the two of you being affectionate and alike.
-          Though it did result in some of them, like Fives and a clone from your battalion called Splash, asking for dating advice or how to pick up a date from a bar.
-          Both Fives and Splash were disappointed when you explained your dyad connection, so you had just always known you were meant for each other.
-          During a lull in the war, you were all back at the temple. Your battalions were on break, and you could all relax.
-          Though Anakin was doing anything but relaxing, and you could feel it through your bond. You tried to poke at the bond to ask if he was alright, but he closed himself off from you for the first time ever.
-          This made you panic, so you ran around from Plo, to Obi wan, to your battalions and even to Yoda. They all told you not to worry about it, and all were smiling like they knew something you didn’t.
-          What you didn’t know was that Anakin had wanted to propose for a while, and his men had convinced him to ask your former masters and Yoda, so he did. He was expecting the worst, as the three masters went into another room, leaving Anakin sitting at Yoda’s table with a mug of his swamp tea.
-          When they came out, they told him they agreed in letting you marry. They would use the loophole that you were a dyad to allow it. Anakin jumped up and hugged the three masters, before running out of the room.
-          When Anakin proposed, it was when it was just the two of you. It was late at night, and you had been sparring, and you had him pinned down. He was panting as he asked you to marry him. You were shocked and froze, and he had to repeat himself more clearly. When he said he had been given approval you teared up, hugged him close and said yes.
-          Anakin didn’t have a ring, as on Tatooine those kinds of things just weren’t used as they could be stolen. You had your word, and on your wedding night you would both tattoo a ring around your ring fingers to symbolize marriage.
-          You kept your wedding a secret, well, mostly. Yoda, Plo, Obi wan and all of your platoons were there. You had to go to an unknown planet for all the clones the wedding had to fit.
-          Your former masters and generals were your best men, and Yoda was the one to officialize your marriage.
-          The green jedi went on for a long time with a speech, talking about ancient times, dyads and connections and the will of the force. When he finally told you to kiss, Anakin swept you off your feet and planted his lips on yours.
-          All your men burst into cheers, so loud you bet the neighboring planet could hear them. When you pulled apart, you both saw Obi wan dabbing tears out of his eyes, and you could tell Plo was brimming with pride.
-          You partied for days, as was Tattooine tradition. And during the first night you tattooed each other, before sharing the night together like newlyweds.
-          If you took many embarrassing pictures of your former masters and men, they would never know, as many were too drunk to realize.
-          After your marriage, it kept on as usual. Everyone still thought you were dating, and you didn’t correct them.
-          It was revealed through Anakin and your collaborative work that Palpatine was the sith lord, and was behind the war.
-          Before he could use order 66, you defeated him together. When he died it was like a deep darkness was lifted off the galaxy.
-          The next many months was spent on free the clones and making them their own people, and removing the chips form their brains. Many clones decided to stay close to their trusted jedi, and the clones were given a planet to live on.
-          On this planet Anakin and you, and many other nicer Jedi and beings set up homes amongst the clones.
-          It seemed that after Palpatine was dead and the darkness lifted, the deep homophobia and hatred seemed to leave some of the jedi, and it was found out some had been manipulated by the sith in hopes of it turning the two of you. There were still some who hated you both for your love, but you ignored them like always.
-          After the war, you both decided to take a vacation. You hadn’t been allowed to have a honeymoon because of the war, so with your masters and Yoda’s approval, you grabbed a ship and flew off to sightsee across the galaxy.
-          You had also maybe decided to leave because your married status would be revealed to the galaxy, and you both knew how Padme and others would explode at the knowledge. You knew when the information was given, because you could feel her temper tantrum all the way on the other side of the galaxy.
-          When you felt it, the two of you look at each other with wide eyes, and burst out laughing. Anakin leant in and kissed you lovingly, his hand intertwined with yours as you looked over the triple sunset of the planet you were on, the sky a beautiful mix of purples and pinks, as cotton shaped clouds passed overhead.
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