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jedi-starbird · 4 months

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A happier galaxy where the disaster lineage is somewhat less on fire constantly and senior padawan Obi-wan has developed a fixation on Mandalorians:

Sometimes Feemor regretted just how much he had given away when he had spent 5 expensive months bribing a traumatised Obi-wan to call him brother when he was 14. His dignity, for one, his access codes and shadow cloaking techniques, another. So he had a very dignified reaction when he was awoken to the shine of his younger brother's eyes in the dark at the foot of his bed. "I wou-stop screaming it's just me-I would like a Mandalorian. How do I procure one?"

"How the fuck should I know?"

Obi-wan scowled as if Feemor was being difficult, he wasn't, he wasn't quite awake enough for that yet. "You're a shadow, you're supposed to know things."

Ah, if being a shadow granted you the secrets of the universe instead of just a great many planetary governments, Feemor wouldn't spend so much time wondering what dark rituals Dooku had committed to result in Qui-gon Jinn. (He already knew what regular rituals Qui-gon had committed to result in Obi-wan)

"I know that I'm about to punt you out of my room right now."

"...My birthday is coming up, I believe I deserve compensation for all the traumas."

Obi-wan's eyes were very big now. Feemor sighed. He flopped back down into bed. He resisted the urge to pull his blankets back up and roll over. 'Oh sure when it's time to see mind healers everything's fine but now-'

"Shouldn't you be asking Master then?"

"Master would not approve of how I plan to use the Mandalorian."

He squinted at Obi-wan for a long moment. Obi-wan stared back. He did some quick mental maths and tried not to feel old. Eh. Fine. Feemor swung his legs out of bed. "You had me at 'Master wouldn't approve'."

"Do you think I could get one by walking into little Keldabe and asking very nicely?"

As it turns out, yes he could. A few too many in fact, apparently Jedi, their ancestral enemy, in the Mando district attracted attention, who knew? Feemor knew, Feemor would have known if only he had been properly awake when this semblence of a plan was proposed. He stalked through the cantina towards Obi-wan who was leaning slightly forwards against a pillar, ah...speaking, to a Mandalorian with painted orange armour while surrounded by a larger crowd of Mandos. At least they seem mostly amused. He ignored the youngers squawk as he yanked the back of his robes so that he moved away from the Mandalorian and spun him around.

"You cannot solve centuries of animosity by batting your eyelashes."

"I'm not batting my eyelashes " Obi-wan sniffed," I'm shaking my ass, there's decidedly more effort involved."

"I miss when I was an only child." Feemor sighed deeply. He used the force to scruff the neck of Obi-wan's robes and dangle him slightly in the air. He ignored the shouting from beside him and bowed politely to the staring Mandos. "My apologies for the disturbance, this will not happ-" He considered his brother who was now yelling out his personal comm code with a wink. " Please excuse us, this very probably will happen again, we shall workshop it. May the force be with you all."

I don't have a fully planned AU but it is Codywan!!! cause I love those bitches but have some more dialogue I came up with for this AU. I'm imagining them both as like 20-23, Obi's close to knighthood. He's still a padawan for this because I think him causing Qui-gon headaches is funny. Feemor fully thinks this complicated courtship dance Obi's created is funny, he likes studying his little brother like a bug, he just wasn't prepared for him to just waltz into little kelbade and start hitting on people, though he really should have been.

Hand wavy timeline with Jaster alive but the clones are still clones, Jango was kidnapped and held in stasis or something, Jaster claimed them as Mandos. This is really just about Obi's first and biggest diplomatic achivement being friendly Jedi-Mando relations purely cause he was in his thot era. This also somehow saves the galaxy from the sith.

I like to imagine that Cody's brothers recorded that little exchange between Fee and Obi on their helmets and uploaded it online where it went viral on MandoNet before going viral galaxywide because wait holy shit is that a Jedi saying that????. Qui-gon gets called in for a very weird meeting where the council's like ok so the entire holonet has seen your padawan being horny on main but also this is like the biggest jump in our diplomatic relationship with the Mandos in centuries so like can we keep this up somehow? This results in Obi-wan being holonet famous, first through vode recordings but then he starts a space tumblr and twitter account and he's famous now. Then his friends and other jedi start accounts because wait we're allowed to do that? and those become big as well and this is literally the best PR the jedi have had in hundreds of years. the holonet loves them. the sith are fuming.

Obi-wan, scoffing: What were they gonna do? Shoot me? Feemor: Yes. Obi-wan: I don't believe in blasters. Bly: ...like as a concept...? Obi-wan: No, spiritually.

Obi-wan: I'm sure there's a nice Mandalorian we can find for you Feemor: I'm not sure those 2 words belong together Obi-wan: No of course not, we can't find a nice one, then they'd be all alone, we need to find an absolute bastard of one so that you two match :)

Obi-wan: Oh so Master gets to take in pathetic life forms but I don't? This one's already domesticated! Wolffe: Debatable. Feemor: Cody's a person! Not a stray tooka! Obi-wan: Master takes in stray people all the time! That's how he got me!

Qui-gon: How do you explain this behaviour Padawan ? Obi-wan: The force pushed me towards the Mandalorians Master, it was quite insistent on me developing better relations with them given our difficult history. Feemor: Fascinating, please do elaborate, I'd love to hear the theological implications of a force-assigned kink.

#yes i will put jedi on social media into everything #i think early 20s menace obi wan with equally menace cody is so good #cody looks at this ginger twink and is like oh theres definitely something wrong with him but he amuses me so hes allowed to stay #cody: obi wan has 57 mental illnesses and is banned from most public spaces how can i not fuck him?#star wars #obi wan kenobi #feemor #codywan #commander cody #feemor and obi wan #jedi order #disaster lineage #star wars fic

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stars4anakin · 7 months

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do not avenge me. —⁠ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

summary: when he held your dying body in his arms, you begged him of one thing, do not avenge me.

warnings: major character death, angst, (kind of) secret relationship coming out..haha

pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Gn!Reader

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You felt it coming, you felt his presence. It was dark, he was gone too far.

Maybe if you payed more attention to your own safety rather than Anakin's you wouldn't be on the floor, your head resting in the lap of your husband, tears streaming down your cheeks. God, why were you crying? You were not supposed to be weak.

Your attempt to move only prompted another cry from you, Anakin held you tightly, and his words barely reached you, He was yelling, but the words were distant and fragmented. He was crying, and you desperately wished he wouldn't.

"Stop crying, I'm okay-" you managed to whisper, but it only led him to hush you gently. His voice, despite the pain, was a nice sound, his voice made the pain go away, but you felt it, you were weak but his darkness was not. He felt cold, you felt the anger, the fear he's going to cause in the galaxy. You needed to get up, to reassure him that you were fine, but you couldn't, the pain persisted, relentless, excruciating. god did it hurt.

You turned your head to Obi-Wan, who had a knowing expression. The look he gave you spoke volumes, telling you what you already feared. You were fading away, you're dying.

Turning back to Anakin, you saw tears still streaming down his face. His hand slipped under your back, drawing you closer to his chest, his sobs growing louder, and you realized you couldn't escape the deafening sound. No, it wasn't leaving; it was intensifying, and it felt like it would never end.

"Ani," you choked, "Promise me, do not…" The pain was overwhelming, making it difficult to speak. "Do not avenge me."

There was no verbal response, just a gut-wrenching cry and his hand gripping yours even tighter. You continued, your voice weak, "You are good. Do not let me—don't let take that away from you."

Perhaps that was the moment he truly understood. You knew you were slipping away, but the transition was painless. What hurt more was hearing the distant screams of Anakin, his desperate pleas as you left your Anakin behind, forever.

a/n: djsfkjasenkdjfnjsakdfn Sorry I needed a cry!!

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erinkeifer · 7 months

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ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕕𝕖

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: For several years, you've been Anakin Skywalker's Padawan. Even though you're afraid to admit it, you've burned out. You have no intention of adhering to the Jedi code any longer, and fighting for the Republic has ceased to be your sole purpose in life. However, your knighthood is approaching soon, but before that happens, you must undergo one final training session alongside your master. Why won't you complete it?

Author Note: I wouldn't technically call it pure 'smut' but due to nudity and sexual tension, I would classify my text as suitable for readers aged 18+. I apologize for any inconvenience!

Word Count: 4,2k

This isn't the first time something inside you has started to crack before entering the training room. The closer the knighting ceremony approached, the more your thoughts turned away from the Order. Obi-Wan's lectures no longer resonated with you – though you hold him in the highest regard, you no longer see value in the moralizing lessons about what Jedi can and cannot do.

For some time now, he no longer stops you in the corridor to share his guidance repeatedly, believing that since he handed you over to Anakin, you would become more disciplined and loyal to the Order.

Well... it's quite the opposite.

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Today's training was a torment - not because Anakin demanded too much, and not because you were resistant to the activities. This time, Anakin's mind was completely elsewhere, and there were moments when he wasn't even paying attention to what you were doing. The lack of instructions left you unsure of what to do, and the minutes of exercises stretched out like hours.

At this time, the contours of the training room were illuminated only by the view of the nighttime Coruscant and the blue glow of your lightsaber. You practiced old, familiar combat forms while Anakin stood with his back turned to you, gazing pensively at the view beyond the mighty glass window.

For you, it was supposed to be training as usual, and you stuck to that. You wanted to impress your Master as much as possible, and despite the lack of guidance, you operated at full throttle. However, even increasing your performance didn't allow you to focus when your thoughts drifted to Anakin.

There was a cloud of tension over him, so thick that you could hardly recognize him. And even though you knew that he had experienced some rough days since his divorce from Padme, today you sensed something entirely different.

"Focus," Anakin mumbled, standing with his arms crossed behind his back, his gaze fixed on the cityscape.

In moments like these, you always cursed your ability to read each other's emotions. You chose to remain silent in response to his words and continued your improvised training as if nothing had happened. At least for a while.

"Master?" You paused, trying to get his attention.

"Master, do you even know what I'm doing right now?" You added, deactivating your lightsaber.

Anakin didn't react to your words, which filled you with even greater concern. Was it your fault? Did you mess something up? Did you disappoint him? Negative thoughts swirled in your head so intensely that you didn't even notice when you first addressed him by his name.

"Anakin? What's going on?"

Hearing his name, he almost immediately turned towards you, remaining silent for the first few moments.

"Please, go back to your training," he uttered after a brief silence, causing even more doubts within you.

"No..." You replied after a while, gathering your thoughts to justify your actions.

"So we have nothing to talk about." Anakin interrupted, turning back towards the window.

"I can't even remember the last time we had a normal conversation... Master, I'm just worried," you said, gently grabbing Anakin's arm.

"Worried? About what?" he muttered, not even looking at your anxious face.

"About you. You're... different. Lately, we can't even work together... communicate..." you replied in an emotional tone, receiving only silence in return.

"I know the past few months haven't been kind to you... the divorce from Padme was tr..."

"Don't say that name," Anakin impulsively interrupted, turning towards you and removing your hand from his arm.

His tone abruptly turned rough and commanding, and the gesture he made instinctively made you take a step back.

"I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to..."

"So, tell me what you meant," Anakin cut you off once again, and you felt the boundary you were trying to establish in your communication with your Master shatter.

"Whatever is happening, good or not, I want to know... I want to know if I might be the problem here by any chance. Am I making a mistake? Am I getting on your nerves?" The longer you spoke, the more anxious your tone became.

"You shouldn't care about that. Our path is coming to an end soon, and ahead of you lies a new one that you'll traverse on your own... unless your conflict dictates otherwise," Anakin replied with a serious tone, this time not averting his gaze from you.

Hearing about the conflict sent shivers down your spine. Did Obi-Wan tell him about your doubts? Or, worse, does he know about your stance towards the Order?

"Conflict? W-what do you mean?" you stammered, feeling the stress engulfing you more and more.

"Let's be serious. I didn't need anyone to convey your doubts to me... I know that this training means little to you," Anakin explained in a calmer tone.

"It's not like that... I've always been committed..."

"Believe me, you have no reason to give up. Leaving the Order at this stage is not a good choice, especially for..."

"Master, please stop," you interrupted Anakin, feeling like you had nothing left to lose. He had seen through you completely. You no longer cared whether he found out on his own or through someone else.

"I have a reason for it," you replied with a trembling voice, trying to gradually focus all of Anakin's attention on yourself.

"What reason?" he asked with a voice full of doubt.

"It's about you, Master," you continued, not believing you had spoken those words.

"I'm sorry, but..." You felt yourself slowly falling apart. Anakin stood before you in complete confusion, and you seized the moment. You stood on tiptoe to reach his face, and your lips collided. The kiss you gave him was so intense that it would have sufficed if it were never to happen again. At least that was the intention, because the reality was entirely different - no longer, deeper, more intense kiss would satisfy you enough to leave this room fulfilled.

Anakin broke the kiss, not believing what had just happened. As soon as your gazes returned to each other – his, full of confusion, and yours, filled with guilt and shame – Anakin distanced himself and had no idea what to do with himself. He nervously glanced around the room.

"Go back to your quarters. Training is over," he replied in a cold, trembling tone, and you did as he commanded.

Tears welled up in your eyes even before leaving the training room. It felt like your end – the official end with the Jedi and the end of a certain chapter in your life, which, despite everything, had seemed to be the most beautiful.

The doors slammed shut behind you with a bang, and as soon as you found yourself in the corridor, you began to run. You sobbed, knowing that at this time, no one should be wandering down this path, even though you knew it was not a place where you could afford to release your emotions.

Without the strength to use the Force, you opened the door to your room with a code and impulsively slammed it shut behind you. As soon as you removed the belt with your lightsaber and tossed it aside, you threw yourself onto your bed, burying your head in the pillow, trying to scream and cry out all your emotions and the indescribable pain inside you.

It was a moment when you felt as if you were awaiting execution rather than preparing for sleep. The pain consumed you from within to the point that you might have understood for the first time why Jedi couldn't have attachments.

A dead silence filled the room, against which your sobbing became even more piercing. You wished you could escape from the temple – you just wanted to run away and leave Coruscant without a trace, but you knew it was impossible.

At that moment, you felt someone's presence. The door to your room slowly opened, even though you had made sure to lock it.

Anakin.

You felt as if your heart had stopped, and only the darkest thoughts filled your mind. You were certain he had come to reprimand you, perhaps take away your lightsaber, or even expel you from the temple. Drenched in tears, turned away from your master, you waited as if for a judgment.

"Master, I... I'm so sorry... I swear, I..." you stammered with a trembling voice, feeling Anakin's gaze on your back as he stood in the doorway.

"Never do this again," Anakin interrupted in a stern voice. As he spoke those words, you sat on the bed motionless, lacking the courage to turn and look at him.

Soon, you shuddered at the sound of the door closing. Although at first, you were certain your master had left the room, you realized that what you had heard was the sound of the lock being turned from the inside.

"Not where the surveillance can see us," he added after a moment, slowly making his way toward you.

It was a moment when you froze. Not knowing what to do, you nervously got off the bed, still avoiding eye contact with Anakin.

"Don't," Anakin said, noticing that you were about to turn toward him.

You stood there, trembling, your back still turned to your master, not knowing what he meant. You felt vulnerable, and though the fear still lingered within you, this time you sensed that the kind of tension that had built up around Anakin was entirely different from what you had experienced before.

He sensed you better than you sensed him. He felt every flicker of your fear, felt your sadness, and the tension you had laid out before him like a platter. His steps sent shivers down your spine, but you no longer heard them. He stood right behind you, mere millimeters from your back.

His right mechanical hand, clad in a black leather glove, landed on your waist. Your cutout white jumpsuit exposed your bare skin there, so you instantly felt the chill of his touch.

"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered into your ear after a moment, causing you to feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek.

Your body was completely paralyzed under his touch – you stood still, nervously swallowing saliva as you looked at your reflections in the glass tiles on the wall in front of where you both stood.

"I- I'm not." you whispered so softly that as soon as Anakin realized you were trying to speak, he leaned down lower to understand what you meant.

"I feel something else." Anakin replied, bringing his face close to yours to the point where you could feel the touch of his heated cheek. You had never been this close to him, and his scent, which reminded you of a combination of leather and saffron, was intoxicating.

You closed your eyes, and soon you felt his lips on your neck – it was a moment when you felt as if an electric current had passed through you, so intense that you didn't even notice when his left, uncovered hand landed on the other side of your waist.

This time, the touch of his hand felt much more passionate to you – and it was hardly surprising because at this moment, he felt your body with his own skin, not touch sensors.

You shivered slightly when you suddenly felt him bite the soft skin on your neck, and you instinctively entwined your fingers in his messy, wavy hair, gently massaging it at the roots. As he felt the touch of your hand, he sucked on your skin even harder than before, leaving purple bruises one after another.

You had the feeling that it was a dream. You couldn't believe what was happening, but second by second, it was sinking in that every movement was happening here and now. It wasn't a dream, and everything you felt was real and intense – you also knew that you wanted to give the same to Anakin.

You wanted to give him pleasure, and in some way... you had known it for a long time.

Gently, you raised his left hand to your face, which had been attached to your body until now, and started kissing it – the longer you did it, the more passion you put into it. Anakin lifted his lips from your neck to watch your movements through your arm.

You tried to satisfy his gaze to the point that you didn't even notice when his fingers traveled to your mouth. At this moment, the tension that buzzed within him was gradually approaching a very dangerous limit - you felt it as intensely as never before.

You finally wanted to look into his eyes and see something more than just the corner of his face, so you gently lowered his hand, moist from your kisses, to turn around and face your Master. Anakin realized your intention faster than you expected - without saying anything, he grabbed you by your waist with such force that you instinctively clenched your teeth - he didn't allow you to change your position.

"Master, I just..." you began nervously, but quickly stopped when you felt Anakin's hand on your face.

"Shhh... I know." he whispered, his face very close to yours, and expecting your obedience, he removed his hand from your face.

You stood still for a moment, only to suddenly feel Anakin tearing apart the upper part of your jumpsuit with both of his hands. The material was elastic and snug against your body, but thin enough that he ripped it into pieces with surprising ease.

At that moment, Anakin spun you around to have you face him. You felt like your legs were giving way beneath you at the sight of his heated expression. You could swear there was something wild in his demeanor—his eyes seemed darker than usual, and his pupils pulsed, scanning every detail of your face.

"Now, say what you wanted to say," Anakin whispered, gazing into your eyes, which were still swollen from your earlier tears.

You didn't intend to cry anymore, at least not out of despair... Only out of pleasure.

"Nothing. Just... continue," you murmured timidly, glancing with flushed cheeks at the torn neckline of your outfit as it hung down.

"Good girl," he whispered under his breath, slowly bringing his face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes as Anakin began to kiss the spots on your cheeks where the traces of your earlier tears had run. Although you could feel the tension simmering within him, he did it incredibly gently, tracing sweet kisses along a smooth path until he reached your lips.

You expected this to be the point where the gentleness would end – and you were absolutely right. You let him take the lead in this situation – your lips were practically motionless, and your mouth slightly parted as he passionately and slowly sucked on them. After a moment, you took action yourself, exploring his firm lips enough to taste them and never forget their flavor.

Your kisses became messy and aggressive, and through half-closed eyelids, you watched as his lips and cheeks reddened. Soon, you felt him grab your torn jumpsuit's jagged collar with his hands, and with a determined motion, he slid it down. You sensed his deep breath on your breasts when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear, and his pupils dilated, exploring your bare chest amidst the shreds of white fabric.

After a moment of scanning your body with his gaze, his exposed hand found its way to your chest. Immersing yourself in his passionate touch, you intertwined your fingers with his hand anchored to your body, feeling the smooth skin beneath your fingertips and your own exposed form.

"What do you feel?" Anakin whispered, but you didn't hear his words when he kept his lips at your collarbone.

"Hm?" you murmured, inquiringly, making eye contact with him.

"Tell me. What do you feel?" You had always loved his voice, but hearing it in this situation, when his tone was strong and hungry, made your heart race steadily.

"I don't know how to... Uh... It's just..." you mumbled, hesitating to confess how strong the desire you were feeling was. Instead, you pressed his hands against your bare chest and closed your eyes, allowing him to sense your emotions through the Force.

"No," Anakin said firmly, sliding his hands down to your waist.

"I can feel you perfectly. I feel everything, but I want to hear it," he added, gazing deeply into your eyes.

You were a transparent mirror of your emotions for him, and nothing could hide from him. He knew it, and you knew it, and you had never felt more exposed to anyone.

"I... I feel... Anakin... I want you," you forced out, feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

After your words, the tension in him increased, and his hands tightened on your skin.

"Prove it," he whispered after a moment, releasing his hands from your body, as if giving you free rein.

Even though you were determined to prove it to him at all costs, you didn't know where to start.

Anakin stood before you in his black robes, which you were eager to start removing, but you had no idea how to proceed. Without further calculation, you entwined your hands in his hair and began kissing his neck – initially gently and sensually, but soon you did it greedily, in sync with his accelerating heartbeat.

You nibbled and sucked on his skin, and his accelerated breaths urged you to continue. Your tongue traced along the line of his jaw, and one of your hands clenched on his robed chest.

You felt shivers hearing the soft, intermittent moans he emitted as you caressed his skin, and your inhibition gradually faded, so you wondered what your next move would be.

"Enough," he uttered in a stern and gruff tone.

You were shocked by what he said, but he didn't allow you to dwell on it any longer. He grabbed you with both strong hands and pushed you back, causing you to land on your bed. You lay on your back and observed his movements as he took a few steps to stand over you, wearing the most arrogant of smirks.

You froze as you noticed Anakin beginning to unbuckle his belt, all the while not breaking eye contact with you. Biting your lip, you observed his every move, and as he discarded the first layer of his robes, you began to slide down the lower part of your jumpsuit.

"Let me..." Anakin interrupted your actions as he saw what you were getting at and raised his mechanical hand towards your waist.

With a single, confident motion, Anakin slid the lower part of your jumpsuit down and removed the tall boots fastened to them, leaving you in just your panties. You felt excitement coursing through him as he watched you in such a state, and as you suspected, he couldn't wait any longer.

He lunged towards you, eager to be on top, and you both immediately engaged in a fervent kiss, touching each other's bodies as if time were running out.

In the midst of your passionate touches, you felt your hips collide, and instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Your mind raced as you felt Anakin's pulsating rhythm as he rubbed his hips against the most sensitive parts of your body, gradually picking up the pace, knowing he was pushing you to the edge of endurance.

"Anakin... Please." you whispered straight into his moist lips, after which his face lifted to look you directly in the eyes.

"Please what?" he replied with a hungry tone, expecting you to elaborate.

"I... I want..." you began to mumble.

"Words. I need your words." he whispered, maneuvering his hand around your lower abdomen.

"Fuck." you muttered under your breath, feeling how his touch electrified your entire body.

"Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?" he continued in a hoarse, desire-filled voice.

"Yes... Yes, please," you squeezed out, impulsively reaching for his belt, which, though unfastened, was still in place.

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you." he commanded, holding your hand against his belt.

"I want you to fuck me," you responded with a breathless voice and, finally, a hint of self-assurance.

"That's what I meant," he whispered with a slight, teasing smirk, then quickly pushed the belt aside to pull his clothes down from the waist up.

With butterflies in your stomach, you admired his impressive, naturally sculpted chest as he knelt on the bed between your legs, which you soon spread a bit wider to make more room for him. Anakin knelt, scanning every inch of your body with his eyes, but he knew that one more element was missing to complete the picture.

His hand smoothly moved up your thigh and landed on your panties, where it lingered for a while. You moaned when his fingers began to massage you through the thin fabric, but for some reason, you held back from making louder sounds, which Anakin noticed.

"The walls are soundproofed. You can scream as loud as you need to... The louder, the better," he reassured you, seeing how nervously you glanced around the room, and you nodded.

After a moment of teasing you through your clothes, Anakin reached for his pants, but after some consideration, he postponed that task and took hold of your hands.

"Do it," he said, and you pulled yourself into a half-sitting position, allowing yourself to be carried away by your intrusive thoughts.

You started by kissing his chest, gradually moving down from his collarbones. Repaying him for the purple bruises on your neck, you left a few of your own on his body as you sucked on his skin, making your way down to his abdomen.

You paused when your hands began to unbutton his pants, during which Anakin helped you by pushing his pants down the sides.

Without waiting any longer, you slipped your hand beneath his underwear, and upon feeling him, you had to admit that you were a bit concerned about whether you could handle it. Well... It's more than impressive.

With your free hand, you pushed his clothing down a bit further and began to massage him with considerable force, so much so that Anakin immediately groaned and, overwhelmed by the feeling, tilted his head backward.

"Keep.... Uh... Keep it this way." Anakin murmured, propping himself up on his arms on the bed.

You nodded, biting your lip, and continued, carefully observing the pleasure on his face. Both of you knew, however, that you wouldn't finish this way, so you began to slide off the last piece of your clothing with your free hand. But you flinched when you heard an unfamiliar sound.

"What's that? Did you hear that?" Anakin immediately turned his face toward you when he heard your words and waited for a moment to catch the presumed sound.

"General Skywalker, can you hear us?"

"Fuck," Anakin cursed, completely shocked, as he realized someone was trying to contact him through the communicator embedded in his belt.

Your disappointment was equally profound. The only thing you could do at this point was to grab your head and collapse on the bed right next to him.

"Will you answer?" you whispered, feeling Anakin's growing anger.

"I'm afraid I have no choice." he replied through gritted teeth, then rolled onto the bed enough to reach for the communicator.

"I hear you. What's the problem?" he relayed, masking his frustration as best as he could.

"General, it's better if you get here as soon as possible. We had an explosion near the temple, and there are injuries among our people. I'm sending the coordinates."

Anakin clenched his hand on the communicator and nervously swallowed, realizing that his plans for the night had just taken a 180-degree turn.

"You'd better check what's going on there," you whispered, gently stroking his shoulder.

Both of you knew it was inevitable. So, without saying anything more, Anakin left one last passionate kiss on your lips and began to put his clothes back on. Meanwhile, you pulled out some lighter nightwear from one of the drawers and threw it on temporarily, knowing that you would need to shower and change properly in the bathroom once Anakin left.

"I'm sorry about this," he said to you with a disappointed tone.

"No... You shouldn't be. I understand... Go and make sure everyone is safe."

Anakin just nodded and grabbed the doorknob, but he stopped for a moment as he was about to leave.

"Same time tomorrow?" he asked again, making eye contact with you.

"Tomorrow. Same time, Master." you replied, running your fingers through your hair. This time, both of you exchanged a mischievous smirk, but Anakin's gaze on you was like never before. He looked at you as if he had just discovered something, as if he had unearthed a treasure he desired and wanted to dig up even more.

"Get some rest." he managed to say before finally closing the door to your room.

That was the moment when you felt drained. You felt disappointment, but also an incredible, surreal ecstasy. You fell onto the bed and didn't know what to do next, other than to gaze up at the ceiling.

Well... whatever you do, one thing is for sure—you won't be sleeping tonight.

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enviedear · 7 months

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is it real ⟶ anakin skywalker

description ⌙ it's easier to hate him than it is to be honest in how much you care for him, but anakin makes a mission of making hating him near impossible. pairing ⌙ anakin x fem!reader warnings ⌙ saber graze, tending to a wound, a petty argument, a little angst. word count ⌙ 2.8k

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totally inspired by this masterpiece of a song that i can't get out of my head. it's so ani coded i had to indulge.

"there's a med-pack by the table." anakin's voice is soft, enough so to distract slightly from the searing pain emitting from the saber graze at your ribs.

"can you, fuck, help?" you barely make it to his bed before your knees give.

at your falter he rushes to you, eyes wide, "c'mere, let me see."

you don't fight him when he rips your tunics off, exposing the large gash at your ribcage. you take in a breath at the sight of it. far larger and worse than you had previously thought.

"obi-wan was right," he grabs for the med-pack before kneeling down to you, "you have to stop trying to fight all on your own."

you want to roll your eyes, you want to smack him upside the head. for as long as you've known the boy, he's had an annoying tendency of fretting over you, acting as though you were delicate.

when you were younger, it was easier for you to accept such behavior. but as the two of you grew, it became far harder to ignore the way his kindness caused your mind to drift toward something utterly wrong. friendship had since turned into acquaintanceship.

it was so much easier this way.

"says you, skywalker." your voice is gritty, watching his mechanic hand begin to clean the wound.

he ignores your irritation, "maybe if you'd let me help you—"

you interrupt him, eyes narrowed, "i'm letting you help right now, aren't i?"

his hand stills for a second before continuing its work, "you know what i mean."

you're not sure you do. in truth, there could be a million things he could mean. you rarely lean on your fellow jedi, especially not anakin. not when being around him makes your heart race faster than a speeder.

you try to avoid him as much as possible. you'd rather eat at a crowded table than with him at his empty one, rather fight a group of enemies alone than beside him, rather keep your thoughts locked away in your own head than divulge them to him.

for as great and divinely chosen as he was in others' eyes, he was a lingering distraction for you. his gaze is etched into your mind, and you find it frightening how much you draw up the vision.

if you're the means, he will always be your end.

"it's not that bad, i've seen you take worse." you try to steady your voice as you speak.

his non-dominant hand finds its way to your bent knee, sending a shock throughout your body, "doesn't mean you have to." you waver slightly at his words, zoning in on the way his lips quirk up at the sentiment.

rolling your eyes, you grab for the bandages and gauze, "i can do the rest myself."

he draws away from you but you can feel him watching you. you can tell he wants to say more— wants to press you further.

you try to ignore the way his presence affects you as you wrap your wound. it's easier that way, to brush him off. maker forbid you ever gave him the notion that you feel the way you do.

if he knew— he'd be on you like ants to honey, all-consuming. anakin was devotional, it was a flaw you enjoyed pointing out to him. you'd mock him for it, calling it the opposite of the jedi way. because it's easier to pick fun at the attribute than to imagine the way it would feel to be at the receiving end of such a trait.

it'd be sacred, surely.

you finish dressing the saber graze and hold tight to the fresh application before grabbing your tunics. it's a painful struggle to put them back on, and you wince at the stretch you have to do to pull them back over your head.

anakin, now leaning against his door, watches you in condemnation, "it wouldn't hurt so much if you just let me help you, y/n."

you make your way toward him, "i'm fine. now, can you let me leave."

he glowers at you, "no."

"what do you mean, no?" your eyes slim.

"i want you to be honest for once," he clenches his jaw before continuing, "i mean, i’m trying to help you, and you act like a brat. what's your problem?"

you stare at him, feeling frustration bubbling up inside you. he is so adept at getting under your skin and making you feel things that are far better left unexplored.

"my problem?" you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. "my problem is that i'm sick and tired of being treated like a child by everyone around here. including you."

anakin's eyes widen in surprise for just a moment before they darken with anger, "i treat you like an equal, you know that." he spits out through gritted teeth.

"you don't!" you exclaim, the dam finally breaking inside of you. "you act like i can't handle anything on my own."

"that's because half the time it seems like-"

"like what?" you interrupt him, taking a step closer despite yourself.

"like…like maybe sometimes," his voice softens as he speaks now—almost pleadingly, "you could use some help."

you take one hand and shove him against the door, fingers digging into his robes, "i don't need your help. i don't need anything from you," you watch him sneer down at you, "and if you want honesty, then the truth is that i'd be far better off without you trailing around me all the time."

he gives an unamused laugh, "you know what i think?"

you don't dignify him with an answer prompting him to go on, "i think you shut down because you're scared," he grabs hold of your wrist, pulling you even closer to him, "i can sense it, you know. every time i see you all that radiates is fear. you're not even strong enough to hide it. what are you so damn afraid of, y/n?”

you pull away from him and shoot daggers before shoving him out of your path and exiting his room.

you rush to your own room, heart thudding in your chest. you attempt to stop yourself from thinking any further on what had just happened. sitting on the edge of your bed, you take deep breaths before burying you face in your hands. he was right—you were scared; scared of opening up and admitting how deeply you've grown to care for him.

he was beautiful, tragically so. and off limits in ways that made your chest feel heavy. you've tried to forget the way he makes you feel for years now. you've tried to tell yourself that what you feel isn't real. it can't be, not when you've sworn an oath against such notions.

yet, he remains a pertinent figure living in the back of your mind. a fantasy you indulge solely in the safety of seclusion.

the evening drags along slowly, and you take note his absence at dinner. his usual seat left empty, causing you to worry for him. it's futile to try and stop the obvious impact he has over you, especially after the fight.

he has a way of sowing himself indelibly to you.

though he remains so obvious in his fruitless kinship for you— you do the contrary. you keep your worries to yourself, and in the times you've been anything other than unemotional to him, you've reacted before thinking more than you care to admit.

you were mean, and even if he'd never know, it did hurt you to act in such a way. especially when all you really want is to see those blue eyes looking down on you with a loving gaze.

you push your food around on your plate, lost in thought, only to have a warm hand on your shoulder.

looking up, you find obi-wan, eyebrows drawn together is deliberation.

you try and push your thoughts away, masking your fears, "yes, master?"

he removes his previous look, replacing it with a soft smile, "y/n, i wanted to make sure you were okay. you took quite a blow today."

you have trouble meeting his eyes, "i'm fine master, just a small cut."

he lets his hand drop, "of course. i hope to see you for meditation tomorrow morning. it just may be of service."

he's gone before you can reply, leaving you alone with your unwanted dinner and thoughts.

hours pass by without you noticing them go. you attempt to train but your practice moves fall short. until, finally, it's late enough that even one of yoda's animated lessons couldn't keep someone from seeking sleep.

you make your way back to your room as fatigue sets in. your senses full of the one thing that refuses to ease its grip over you— anakin.

the exchange with him earlier continues to replay on a loop inside your mind, making it nearly impossible to drift off peacefully. you toss and turn for what feels like hours, restlessly upset.

abruptly, loud knocks echo through your room, interrupting your silent brooding whilst stirring the half slumber you’d found yourself in.

you can sense the familiar force signature, and you know it's anakin pounding away at your door. his energy seems off, less guarded and more haphazard. the feeling of it has you tensing.

nervous, you get out of bed and make your way to the door, still feeling hints of your previous anger and anxiety. you swing it open to find him standing on the other side, breathing heavily as if he had been running.

"what do you want?" you ask, trying your best to keep your voice level.

"i'm sorry," he says simply, not meeting your eyes.

you're taken aback by his apology, not expecting it, "for what?" you ask, confused.

"for the way i've been treating you," he says with a sigh. "i've been so focused on keeping you safe that i haven't been treating you like the equal that you are. and for what i said earlier… i didn't mean it. i just wanted to get a rise out of you."

you stare at him for a moment, trying to process his words. anakin has never been one to apologize easily, and you can sense that this is challenging for him.

slowly, you start to soften towards him, "come in." you say finally, and step aside to let him into your room.

he steps in and closes the door behind him, turning to face you. "i know we fight more often than we get along," he says tentatively. "but i don't want to lose you completely. i miss you. we used to be so... different."

you feel a lump in your throat at his words. despite everything that had happened with him, you know deep down that you don’t want to lose him either. but something is still stopping you from stating your full truth.

"well things are different now," you admit quietly. "we're different."

anakin looks at you, his eyes searching your face for meaning while his mouth forms a thin line. "why?" he asks finally.

you try to find the words but all that comes out is an half-baked excuse, "because that's just what happens, anakin."

"it doesn’t have to…" anakin presses gently and takes a step closer towards you. the heat from him fills up the room making it difficult to think straight let alone answer him honestly. you look away trying to avoid eye contact. with each second that passes by, your denial seems more insufferable.

he seems to notice this and steps even closer so now only inches are between the two of you before asking, "is it because…" his voice catches as he leans in “is it because you can tell how much i care for you. how easily you've become more to me. i tried so hard to hide, y/n, but i can’t anymore.”

you're taken aback by how easily the words leave anakin's lips despite not being able to ever even think of being as honest as him.

but at his admission, something cracks inside of you, allowing you to gain confidence, “no, i never knew you felt—” you falter at the way he's looking you down, face full of anticipation, "i never knew you felt that way. i thought it was only me."

anakin steps even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "never, i've always felt like this," he confesses, his voice low and gravelly. "from the moment i met you. maker, you've had me around your finger for years, i couldn't help but fall for you."

you feel your heart race as his words wash over you, mingled with the warmth of his body so close to yours. you can't deny the attraction that you've always felt— the electricity that seemed to spark whenever your eyes met, the way your skin tingled whenever he brushed past you.

"don't say that, ani," you whisper, feeling a rush, "this isn’t right, it could mean the worst for us, you know that."

anakin takes another step towards you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently. "don't be scared, i’m not," he whispers, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm here for you. whatever happens, you know that."

time seems to still as you lean into his touch, getting lost in the heat of the moment despite yourself. you can feel his words through the softness of his touch.

and then suddenly his lips are on your own— fiercely and passionately. all of your warning thoughts fly out of your head as you surrender into him.

in that moment, there is nothing else but the two of you - lost in each other's embrace and finally free to show all the attachment that's been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

but then as quickly as it came, anakin pulls away and apologizes for the sudden kiss, visibly embarrassed by his impulsivity.

he takes a step back from you in an attempt to put some distance between you while he runs a hand through his hair nervously.

"sorry," he says softly, looking anywhere but your eyes, filled with surprise and confusion.

"i shouldn't have done that." he pauses before continuing in something barely more than a whisper this time, “i just… i'm sorry."

you stand there, still in shock from the sudden kiss but unable to deny the fluttering feeling in your heart. you want to tell him that it's okay, that you feel the same way, but you can't find the words.

anakin seems to read your thoughts, his eyes locking onto yours as he steps back once again. "i know this is a lot to take in," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring. "but i just needed you to know how i feel."

you nod, finally finding your voice. "i…i don't know what to say," you admit, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

for so long you’ve dreaded the idea of anakin knowing how you felt. you’ve been so afraid of rejection, that you’ve never considered the possibility of the inverse happening.

anakin reaches out, taking your hand, sending shivers down your spine with his touch, “you don't have to say anything," he says softly. "just know that i care about you…more than anything."

the two of you stand there for a second longer, lost in each other's eyes and the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

finally, anakin breaks the silence. "i should go," he says reluctantly. "we can talk more about this later if you want…but only if you're ready."

you nod once more, still unsure of what to say or do. as anakin turns to leave, you find yourself calling out to him.

"ani…wait."

he turns back towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"i care about you too, i'm not afraid of it anymore. i just want you." you whisper, feeling a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

anakin looks at you, a mix of shock and pure elation written on his face. he doesn't say anything, he just walks back towards you, taking your face in his hands before pressing his lips onto yours once again.

this time the kiss is even more intense than before, all of the the passion and desire that you've both kept buried for all these years flaring out. your hands make their way to his chest to you pull him closer to you.

anakin deepens the kiss as he wraps his arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that will no doubt carve itself into your very soul. you can feel the beat of his heart against you, matching the pace of your own rapid heartbeats.

when he finally pulls away, gasping for air, you can't stop the smile spreading on your face.

"i've always wanted this," anakin whispers softly, his forehead resting against yours. "i just didn't know how to tell you."

"i'm glad you did," you reply softly, running your fingers through his hair. "i didn't know how to say either."

the two of you stand there for a few moments longer before anakin finally pulls away. "i should go," he says reluctantly. "i'll see you tomorrow?"

you nod, feeling content and happy for the first time in a long time. as anakin leaves your room, you lay down on your bed with a smile on your face— grateful to be the aspect of his devotion.

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Obi-Wan slowly slipping under the covers behind you after having to stay with the council until the late hours on Coruscant. Sneaking into your quarters undetected making him feel like he’s a young padawan doing things he’s not supposed to. But he just can’t stay away. You’re letting out soft moans with each breath and all he wants is to enter your mind and find out if you’re dreaming of him. He’s been ready for you since you told him that you’d be expecting him later and leaving him a hot mess in the library. It taking all of his will power to not let out his frustration right there behind the tall book shelves.

He oh so slowly moves your sleep shorts to the side enough for him to slip inside of you. Oh. You are having a good dream indeed. He’s pressed up so close to you; his nose in the tangles of your hair and his hands pulling you closer by your waist….

😳😳😳 Uhhh excuse me?

Loui. Babes. Sweetheart. Bestie. You can't just hit me with somnophilia without a warning like that!!!!!!

NSFW below cut. Descriptive talk of somnophilia so if that makes you uncomfortable, please skedaddle away. Also, Obi-Wan is a kinky fucker. No you can't change my mind.

God I can picture this so vividly too. He can't wait to return back into your arms. He walks with the single goal in mind: getting to your quarters in the dead of night without anyone noticing. The good thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other. But the bad thing is, your rooms aren't far from each other...which means, any other Jedi Master on the Council, also returning to their own rooms around this time, might catch him going into yours.

So he has to be even more careful than usual. He takes long strides, but does his best to calm his Force Signature, and the discomfort of the blood running somewhere he wishes wouldn't be such a distraction at the moment. He brings his robes around his front to shield the growing hardness tenting his trousers, only halting in the hurried steps when he reaches your door. It's clear to him that whatever he's experiencing now is similar to when he was a youngling, perhaps even worse, because while he may have snuck out several times during his youth to steal from Master Yoda's favorite fruits, the actions he's close to taking now are much more serious. Obi-Wan does laugh though when he thinks of Master Yoda's reaction if he were to find out what he's doing now. It would not be dissimilar to the way he approached him years ago when he finally found out who was sneaking into the kitchens and hoarding the delicacies.

When he's sure no one is around, and those who were are fast asleep, he pushes the combination to your door in and sneaks inside, the door sliding shut immediately after he enters. Obi-Wan takes a few moments to collect his bearings, and when he finally turns around, he's met with the sight of your calm and content form beneath the soft sheets of your bed. He grimaces to himself when he sees you're wearing clothes, but the reality of the situation overrules his irritation and he undresses in record time. For a brief moment, he thinks of leaving his boxer briefs on, but the sounds and moans you begin to make in your sleep derail whatever thought he just had.

Slipping the last article of clothing down his legs, he approaches you slowly and stands at the foot of your bed for a while, tilting his head to the side when you move to your side and continue to groan in your sleep, a little bit louder than earlier.

Maker, whatever you were dreaming of must have gotten you in a bit of a frenzy.

Not wanting to waste another moment, Obi-Wan walks around and slips behind you, shifting the sheets away from your body until the two of you were exposed to the chill of the night air. He caresses your arms with two fingers, smiling to himself when he sees gooseflesh erupt across your skin. Your breath hitches all of a sudden and Obi-Wan is torn between watching your Force Signature spike in heat and probing your mind so he can have a front row seat of what's getting you so hot and bothered.

He slides his hand beneath your arm and around your navel, digging his fingers into your stomach to bring you as close to him as possible. When your own hand shifts down and holds onto his own like an anchor, his mind is made up almost instantly.

Obi-Wan pushes his nose the space just behind your ear, inhaling deeply as he moves his hand down and pushes one of your thighs higher so he can get better access to your cunt. You oblige with ease, and the Jedi Master feels his cock twitch with excitement at remembering what you said to him earlier today when he was researching something for an upcoming mission in the library.

I can't wait to feel you tonight. It's been so long Obi, and my fingers are nothing compared to your cock.

He teases your slit with the tips of his fingers, groaning your name when he finds you wet and wanting and shaking for him. Pushing your sleep shorts aside, he shuts his eyes to contain himself from coming then and there at the mere prospect of being engulfed by your heat.

I know you'll come late tonight baby. But...I was thinking- even if you do, I...I still want to feel you. Wouldn't you want that too? I could be good for you...all the time. If you just train my body to take you whenever you want, however you need, I could bring you pleasure any time you yearn for release. Even when I'm not even aware I am. Please Obi, let me help you rest. Let me pleasure you in my sleep...it would mean the world to me, knowing that I can serve you at any given moment.

Pushing his nose into your skin one last time, Obi-Wan thrusts his cock into your cunt, growling with desperation when your walls sheath him like the tightest of gloves. He can't move for a few minutes, afraid he would shoot his load deep in your womb if he so much as pushes into you a little bit more. Your sounds only egg him on though, and his breath shakes with sheer anguish at the prospect of pleasing you in return. He roams his hand up and down your body, torn between holding onto your waist as he fucks into you and moving his hand up your body to grope your breasts in his palm. He thinks that if he were to keep them on your waist, he might end up pushing you beneath him and railing into you until you woke up, something neither of you wanted now.

So he slides his hand underneath your night shirt, and he forgets how to breath for a second when he rests his hand above your heart and finds it hammering against him. He's unsure how this should make him feel, if he should feel pride at being the one to cause you such heightened sensations, or if he should feel possessive of the way your body reacts to his touch, even in your unconscious state.

As soon as his fingers grace your nipples and find them achingly hard for him, he decides that he will dwell on that last thought later. For now, he wanted to make you sing for him in your sleep, and push more filthy dreams into your mind so you can feel as fulfilled as he was now.

Focusing all of his energy on not coming prematurely, Obi-Wan bucks his hips and feels a strike of lightning shoot down his spine at the hot, soaking welcoming of your walls. He wants to scream your name, tell you how good you are to him, even when he's not letting go inside of you, but he knows that anyone around will catch a hint of whatever is going on in this room, so he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade and bites his lower lip to quiet down. He moves with determination, pinching your nipples occassionally if only to hear you moan something akin to his name in your sleep or simply groan and take in a harsh breath.

Obi-Wan doesn't know how long he goes on. It feels like a thousand years, his cock nudging a perfect corner inside you that causes you to gush even more around him, coating the bedsheets beneath you with more of your juices as proof of his ability to pleasure you even when you're not asking him to do anything. But as the need for release grows, he realizes that he must have you cum on his cock before he does, because he's not sure what would happen if he were to shoot his seed inside you and you were left hanging in your sleep. He wanted you to experience rapture as he was now, and before he can think twice of what he's doing, he slips his hand down in between your thighs and shoves his fingers inside your sleep shorts, quickly flicking your clit as he increases his thrusts and feels your walls clenching around him.

He opens his eyes in time to look at your damp neck, and with a few more flicks to your engorged bundle of nerves, he watches as you descend into ecstasy, your Force Signature singing his name louder than he thought even possible in such a state. He wants to wake you, warn you of what would happen if anyone found out, but he can't find it in himself to ruin your orgasm, so he pushes and pushes until he feels a blaster hit his stomach, his cock twitching violently in your cunt as he shoots his load and paints your walls for what feels like minutes.

He throws his head back against the pillow, but doesn't let go of you or pull away, and only when he comes to his senses do his eyes shoot open in panic. He listens, and listens....and listens some more, for any sign of anyone around knowing what just happened. When nothing out of the ordinary draws his attention, he thanks the Maker that he can remain where he is now instead of getting up and doing damage control.

As he sits up on his elbow and looks down at you, he finds your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were focusing on something really hard for a long time and weren't able to do it. Roaming his eyes down your body, he finds your nails digging into his forearms, your breaths coming in hot and ragged. Obi-Wan laughs to himself because of course you wanted more of him even in your sleep. The thought warms his heart because to know that you only ever thought of him, even in your unconscious state, is to have lived within the Force itself.

Even though he knows he should clean the two of you, he doesn't dare move, and instead returns flush behind you, giving your clit a few, teasing rubs to feel your cunt flutter around him once more before resting.

Hmm, tomorrow morning was certainly going to be interesting.

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antxlss · 8 months

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roadtrip I

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: you and your childhood best friend, anakin skywalker, go on one last trip before you both head to different universities

warnings: “the talk” hehe, weed

words: 1.8k

a/n: this will have multiple parts! my inbox is open, i love getting feedback from you guys! as always, i hope you enjoy. much love! <3

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You and Anakin have been best friends since you were babies. Your families has always been close, so you were raised together. You had just graduated high school. You were attending two different universities in the fall you you spent the whole entire summer together. Summer went by way quicker than you both had hoped, but luckily you were prepared for the it slip away quickly. You planned a week long trip to the beach. It was the last week before you both went off for school, and you wouldn't want to spend it any other way.

You were in your room finishing up packing for the road trip when Anakin came busting through your door.

"I'm ready to hit the road when you are." He leaned on your door frame watching you intently.

As he leans on your door frame, you glance over at him, sighing.

"Anakin, you *know* I'm still packing, you're not supposed to be here for another ten minutes."

You continue packing, ignoring how Anakin steps into your room, and begins rummaging around in the closet.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"Looking for something."

He sounds.. agitated. Like he was mad about something. He tosses a pair of your pants on the bed.

"Anakin! What are you looking for? If you tell me maybe I'll show you where it is." You stand up and walk towards him.

He pauses before tossing a blue shirt onto the bed.

"Nothing! Just looking for nothing."

He glances at you, and a smile crosses his face before he turns away, and begins digging through your closet again.

"Dude!" You shove his chest.

"You're making a mess!"

"It's a closet! It doesn't need to be neat."

He snatches a pair of your sandals off a shelf, and tosses them on the bed.

"Okay. Whatever. Just tell me what you are looking for." You say in a calmer tone.

"Again. Nothing."

He continues rummaging through your closet, tossing your clothing out onto the bed. He glances at the wall, before crossing his arms and turning to face you.

"What?"

You are clueless.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?"

He stares at you, still looking agitated.

"Yeah. Probably." You shrug.

He glares at you for a moment, before rolling his eyes.

"Fine. I'm looking for things that *you* should be bringing. Things that are essential, at least."

He continues picking through your things, tossing a scarf onto the bed.

"Like what? I've gotten everything I need. I think..."

"You think? You're not sure?"

His rummaging becomes more frenzied, as he tosses a hair brush onto the bed.

He finally pulls out a brown paper bag and you immediately recognize what it is. You forgot it was even in there.

About nine months ago Anakin bought some weed off of a guy from school. He brought it to your house and you guys smoked for the first time together. You ended up shoving the left overs far down into your closet so hopefully your dad would never find out.

"Ani! We can't take that!" You whisper yell at him.

"Why not?"

He holds the bag up, and smiles. His smile becomes even broader as you try whispering yell at him.

"This is gonna make the trip."

"What if my dad finds out? You already know how much convincing it took for him to let us go in this trip on our own?" You ask sternly.

"Obi-wan won't find out. So we don't have to worry about it." Anakin smirked.

Anakin looks at you, a sly grin on his face.

"Obi-wan doesn't need to know everything, does he? This is our little secret."

"Fine." You groan.

"But it's going in one of your bags."

"Fine." Anakin nods, grinning as he takes the bag.

"You know what else we should bring?"

"What." You look at him skeptically.

"Alcohol."

Anakin glances at you, still grinning.

"And where do you plan on getting that, do you have a fake ID or something?" You ask.

"No. My friend told me about this gas station on the outskirts of town where they don't ID. That is if they haven't been caught and shut down yet." He explains.

"That sounds sketchy as hell, Anakin."

You say, your voice raised as you turn to him.

"You want us to go there and try to get someone to sell us alcohol?"

He shrugs.

You scoff in return.

You finally finish up packing and zip up your suitcases.

Anakin waits patiently as you finish up packing your things, the bags on the bed already filled with his clothes, hair brushes, and other various items. He looks around your room for a moment.

"You sure you don't want me to look through your stuff and see if I can find anything else you missed?"

His voice is teasing the entire time he talks, he's not really expecting to go through your things; he just wants to annoy you.

"Yeah, real funny. Help me get my bags." You roll your eyes.

Anakin chuckles softly as he takes one of your suitcases off the bed, before crossing over to the door and beginning to head down the hall.

He waits for you to follow him, but he continues talking.

"You know, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about before the trip, too."

You look at Anakin, but before you can reply your dad, Obi-wan, meets you in the kitchen.

"Anakin! When did you get here?" He asks.

Anakin turns around, and smiles warmly at your father.

"About five minutes ago, we're just about to head out!"

You can tell that Anakin is intentionally being extra polite to your father, probably as a way to be annoying.

"Oh. Well how's your mother doing?" Your dad continues.

Anakin keeps up the overly polite tone, turning back to you and speaking as if you were three.

"*My mother?* She's doing *fantastic*."

Anakin glances at you, the smile leaving his face as he looks at you with questioning eyes.

"Did you know that the reason we were taking so long is because I was helping your daughter pack?"

He turns back towards your father, the smile back on his face.

"Did you know she nearly forgot to pack a hair brush?"

"Anakin, shut up. You're so stupid." You shove his shoulder.

"Excuse me, I'm stupid?"

Before you can shove him again, Anakin grabs your arm, gently twisting it in a way that doesn't hurt, but is clearly meant to intimidate you.

You freeze for a moment, before he looks back to your dad.

"Sir, is your daughter trying to assault me?"

Obi-wan just laughs at yourself and Anakin's playful banter. You've been like that since you were kids.

"All joking aside, I want you guys to stay safe while you are away. I'm sure Shmi has already had a long talk with you, but i just want to reiterate it." Obi-wan begins.

Anakin nods as he listens to your father, his smile disappearing.

"Shmi mentioned it this morning, but, of course, you're right. We'll be careful, don't worry."

He continues to nod as he speaks, and you quickly notice the difference in how Anakin speaks when he actually wants to show respect.

"I'll be safe, sir."

"I trust you Anakin. We also need to talk about how to be safe in other ways. I know you two are very close. I'm not exactly sure how you label yourselves, but if you do anything. You know... sexual. Please use protection." Obi-wan awkwardly continues as he hands Anakin a box of condoms.

Anakin turns bright red as your father hands him the box, his jaw dropping slightly in surprise.

His eyes dart around between you and your dad, as if he is trying to determine if what he's hearing is real.

Anakin's voice sounds strained as he speaks.

"Uh... y-yea... of course, sir, we'll.. be careful."

You could've died from embarrassment right then and there as you watched your dad lead your best friend into another room.

"If anything *does* happen though."

Anakin's eyes dart to you, his face still flushed red.

"You better *not* get pregnant, okay? That's like the number one thing *not* to do."

Anakin grins as he says that, and he sounds as if he is trying to make light of the mood. His eyes glance over at you once again, as if he's expecting you to say something in return.

"Dad! We are just best friends, okay. You don't have to worry." You speak before your dad can continue.

"Just friends, huh?"

Your father's eyes glance between you and Anakin.

He looks between the two of you as if he's sizing up your relationship.

"Shmi and I always said that you two would grow up and fall in love one day. Get married, have kids..." Obi-wan continued.

"Dad!"

You speak up loudly, and look at your father.

"It's not like that, dad."

You glance over at Anakin again, who seems to be looking pretty uncomfortable. He's currently looking around the room, not saying anything.

Your father stares at you for a moment, as if he is sizing up your behavior.

After a moment he seems to give up, though. He sighs softly, and looks around the room again.

"Well... okay."

He sounds like he isn't entirely convinced either.

"I think we should probably get on the road." Anakin suggests.

You nod. "Yeah, we probably should."

You both glance at your father, who still looks as if he's unsure of the two of yours' relationship status.

He sighs again, though.

"Don't do anything stupid... okay?"

He looks at you, and then to Anakin.

"And use protection, of course."

Anakin looks back at your dad, and smiles slightly, not retaliating in order to avoid another awkward conversation.

"Of course."

You get up and hug your dad before grabbing your bags.

"Love you Dad!" You say.

You see your dad smile in response as you shut the door and follow Anakin to his truck which is parked in the driveway.

He reaches the bed of the trunk and takes your bags from you and slides them in.

You both get in the truck and he starts up the engine.

Anakin smiles.

"Come on, let's get going."

He begins to drive down the road, but instead of going towards the highway that leads anywhere, he takes a turn going away from it.

"Where are we going, Anakin?"

After he begins driving, Anakin glances at you and smiles.

"I said that we're not going anywhere fun if we don't visit the skeezy gas station, remember?"

"You fucker." You laugh.

"Did you listen to a word my dad said?"

Anakin grins as he drives down the road.

"I heard every word, and I plan on doing everything your dad told me not to."

part 2

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lordvaders · 2 years

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There was no reason for Vader to choke, snap neck, drag, and kill people while he was looking for Obi-Wan. He knew Obi-Wan was near when he stopped in the street, then immediately started hurting onlookers without any reason. He wasn't interrogating them, he wasn't even looking at them. He did it because he knew Obi-Wan was watching, he did it because he knew Obi-Wan couldn't and wouldn't stand watching all these innocent people harmed at his expense. He knew Obi-Wan's compassion and moral compass wouldn't allow him to turn away and run for his own safety. He knew Obi-Wan would see and know that he will kill every single person in that place whether Obi-Wan came out of hiding or not. He kept mindlessly killing till Obi-Wan made his presence known. He used Obi-Wan's compassion against him. Vader was pure evil in his actions.

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My Very Soul (Chapter 34)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 33

Warnings: a bit of sad reader, a bit of angsty Anakin, FLUFF, clandestine love affair bullshit!! and a very subtle implied *you know* at the very end (rated teen as always)

Summary: Your training with Obi-Wan constitutes a new beginning; you and Anakin reckon with the fight you had after Felucia (WE HAVE NEW CLONE WARS ANAKIN GIFS TO USE I'm screaming)

Word Count: 4.2k

You felt the crisp, cool, morning air of the Temple hit your face like a bucket of water, as if the wind wanted to keep you awake and upright. You walked slowly through the hallways, focusing on your breathing, on the cold air, the hard marble beneath your feet, on anything but the whispered conversations you heard around you. Not heard—felt. You knew that the few Jedi you passed in the halls were not responsible for the accumulation of the voices in your head. This was just how it was for you, now—you couldn't help but pick up too much, like you were receiver that was too sensitive, picking up too many transmission signals.

It was easier to ignore the feel of all of the whispering voices than it was to ignore the pain you felt in your entire being. Walking through the Temple halls, even, felt like walking through thick, piling sand, your limbs aching. But you knew you mustn't focus on the pain—the pain of your grief, still so heavy, or the pain that twinged in your mind as you thought about the fight you'd had with Anakin last night—you mustn't let it consume you. You had work to do.

You felt horribly guilty for how you had shouted at Anakin the previous evening, how you had pushed him away, how you had told him to get out. Not that he had listened; he'd held you all through the night, and even after you'd calmed enough to dose, you still felt the guilt of it in your veins. So, when you'd awoken to the coruscanti light streaming in through the window slats, and you'd seen Anakin fast asleep, his peaceful, beautiful face finally at ease, you knew it wouldn't be right to wake him. You'd taken one last look at his face, admiring the shape of his jaw, his eyebrows slightly downturned in sleep, his eyelashes that shown blonde in the morning light, before you'd slipped out from under the covers and donned your robe, holstering your lightsaber before sneaking out of your apartment.

There would be time to apologize later. Now, you knew, you needed to clear your mind. You kept walking. As you passed the archives, something that you had been thinking about since you had returned from Felucia flashed through your head. Later, you told yourself, turning to look ahead and stilling yourself for what was to come.

You stopped outside the meditation chambers. You knew you didn't need to knock—knew that he would sense your presence. And, as you heaved another sigh, working to keep your body upright, fighting the weight of that ever-present grief, you heard his quiet voice.

"Enter," Obi-Wan said, and you pushed the button on the panel on the wall, walking slowly into the darkened meditation room. Everything inside was a shade of blue and grey, even the pale light slipping in through the mostly-covered windows. The room contained only a few soft ottomans, and gave the impression of stillness, of calm. Even so, you had to hold your breath as you bowed to Obi-Wan and took your place on the ottoman across from his. Everything in this Temple reminded you of Yuma. Everything reminded you that she was no longer here.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," Obi-Wan said gently, his eyes grazing over your form, your face. You realized you still had yet to visit the refresher, your hair still looking like a nest something might crawl out of. You couldn't find it in yourself to care.

"Thank you for...offering, to help me train," you responded, bowing your head again slightly, forcing yourself to look him in the eye.

"I will do what I can," Obi-Wan replied, folding his legs on the ottoman, assuming a straight-backed meditative position. You followed suit, and found that your body felt comforted in this position, like muscle memory, as if its familiarity made the weight a little bit easier to bear.

"It is my understanding that you were unsuccessful," Obi-Wan began, stroking his beard thoughtfully, "when trying to extricate yourself from Yuma's thoughts and memories in the Force."

"Yes," you said, swallowing hard, trying to ignore the lump that had formed in your throat as you thought back to those training sessions, some that had taken place in this very same room. It felt like a different lifetime, compared to the one you were living now.

"And you were unable, as well, to stop reading other's presences, when you tried." You felt Obi-Wan's thoughts drift lazily toward Anakin, and you checked to make sure your own Force presence was folded neatly and minutely into yourself. The last thing you needed from this training was to reveal too much.

"Yes," you said again, watching Obi-Wan with interest.

"What did it feel like? When you tried to disentangle yourself from Yuma's presence?" Obi-Wan sounded genuinely curious. You swallowed again, pushing your head and back up straight, blinking away the pang that her name sent through you.

"It felt like..." you thought back to those training sessions. "It felt like there were thousands of...tendrils, connecting my presence to Yuma's presence, in the Force. And all of the tendrils were tangled together, knotted and looped...it took so much effort to disconnect one, or two, but before I could make progress, her thoughts or emotions would shift, and new tendrils would take their place. I could never get too many disconnected at once."

"An interesting metaphor..." Obi-Wan mused, his hand gracing over his mustache, his eyes unfocused as he considered your words. "My thought is that we are going about this the wrong way." He looked up, making eye contact with you once again.

"I'm listening."

"I've observed your Force empathy myself..." Obi-Wan said, looking at you as if he could see through you, right to your very soul. "I've found that your own emotions form a strong connection to those you read in others."

You thought back to all the times you'd mistaken others emotions for your own...with Anakin, the first day you'd even met him, or with Henry, when you'd seen his memories and assumed they were yours. You nodded.

"Sometimes...sometimes they even become indiscernible," you confirmed. "My own emotions, and those I read in others." Obi-Wan nodded as well.

"Logically it follows that extricating your emotions from the emotions of others would be very difficult," Obi-Wan said. You thought back over your relationship with Anakin—how at first you'd been afraid your feelings of affection, longing, of love weren't yours at all. Over time, though, your own feelings had grown such that their strength couldn't be denied. They had asserted themselves over you, over both of your lives. You shuddered at the thought, at how difficult it felt, even now, to not be by his side, not be in his arms. How those emotions threatened to swallow you whole.

"If the two are inseparable," Obi-Wan continued, snapping you back to attention, "instead of trying to separate your emotions from the emotions of another, I'm wondering if we can cut both off at the source."

"You mean..." you pondered, thinking this through, "not feel anything?"

"Not exactly, no," Obi-Wan explained, his voice thoughtful. "You are gifted at meditation, yes?" You nodded, wanting to see where he was going with this. "Instead of trying not to feel anything, you might think to separate yourself from your own emotions, when in particularly dangerous or high-stakes situations."

"You're speaking of impermanence," you murmured softly. Obi-Wan nodded. It was an old Jedi principle, one you had learned from a very young age—that the root of all suffering was impermanence. That to fear the impermanence led to anger, and then to hate, and then to suffering. A Jedi must accept the impermanence of all things. Especially emotion, you thought to yourself.

"I think you might have more success if you were to try to separate yourself—your being, your very soul—from those momentary feelings. The emotions you feel, and those that others feel, entangled and entwined as they are." Obi-Wan watched you, waiting for your response.

"So, it isn't about trying not to feel..." you said, thinking deeply. "But rather, allowing my sense of self to detach from my feelings, when the occasion calls for it."

"Yes." Obi-Wan affirmed. "It isn't about escaping your own emotions...but rather, forming a stronghold against them, and the ones you might read in others." Obi-Wan paused for a moment while you thought this over. "The Sith are controlled by their emotion." You looked up, and for a moment, instead of Obi-Wan's blue iris, you saw the purple one that had haunted you in your dreams. "They draw strength from it, yes," Obi-Wan continued, "but they also let it consume them. It seems to me that when you intuit Sith presences, that emotion consumes you too."

You thought back to when Count Dooku had taken you prisoner in your own mind. It had felt like being led down a dark path, one that narrowed, narrowed, until...until you'd been trapped. You didn't want to be rendered useless ever again. You didn’t want anyone else to come into harm's way because you were unable to keep your own mind for yourself. As your resolve hardened, you sat up straight, meeting Obi-Wan's gaze.

"What must I do?"

It was difficult work. Obi-Wan led you through a series of visualization exercises, and then meditations. You waded so deeply into the weeds of your own mind that you felt, for a moment, afraid you might get lost in it once again. But Obi-Wan was there, his voice guiding you, allowing you to continue mapping those deepest parts of yourself. You soon found that you were not one whole, but a composite mix of things; you were not solely a Jedi, nor were you solely the self that Yuma had taught, nor the woman that Anakin loved. You were many different things, different forms, ever-shifting and changing along with your consciousness.

By the end of the lesson, you'd achieved a moment—only a moment—in which you had looked at Obi-Wan and felt nothing emanating from his presence at all. It snapped away as you lost your focus, and you'd been certain that it was a mistake, but Obi-Wan had assured you that he did not have the gift of hiding his Force presence, and that if you had not been intuiting it, you had made great progress. You could admit that the flow of conversation in the back of your mind, the ever-present murmuring, had quieted to only a trickle. This was a great improvement from the storm of voices you had grown accustomed to. After only one day's effort, you and Obi-Wan had achieved more than you and your Master had been able to accomplish in six months.

"Thank you," you said, breathless, sweat dripping down your brow from effort. For the first time since Felucia, you felt a bit looser, like you didn't have to try quite as hard to stand up straight.

"I appreciate your gratitude," Obi-Wan said kindly, "but you know it isn't necessary. I want to do anything I can to help you." You nodded your thanks to him, all the same. Obi-Wan's face became thoughtful. "I've never encountered anything like you, in the Force," he added, considering you.

You paused, taken aback. Obi-Wan, one of the most talented Jedi in the Order, who'd had a Padawan that—

"But...Anakin..." you mumbled, confused.

"I've never encountered anything like either of you," Obi-Wan said, chuckling and rubbing his beard. "You astound even the wisest of us." You laughed too, and felt yourself surprised to hear the sound.

"I know it doesn’t help," Obi-Wan remarked softly, "But I…have been in your position before. I watched my own Master be killed." You went quiet, your eyes fully on Obi-Wan, his head bowed, his hair hanging over his face, his eyes glazed with the memory. "And I was there, and I could do nothing to stop it. The mark that it leaves…it gets easier, with time. Easier to bear the weight of it."

You had never heard Obi-Wan speak of his Master before. Qui-Gon’s passing had happened when you were so young—it had scared you, at the time, with all the rumors surrounding how it had happened, but you hadn't thought, at that young age, of the effect it must have had on his Padawan.

"It does help," you told him quietly. The two of you sat for a moment in comfortable silence.

"How do you feel?" Obi-Wan asked, looking you over with careful concern. You considered his question honestly, allowing your body to express itself to you.

"I feel...hungry," you breathed, surprised at yourself. Obi-Wan smiled widely, and you grinned back at him, feeling, for the first time in a while, like there was solid ground beneath you.

Anakin stalked through the halls of the Temple. Jedi who were in his path moved swiftly to get out of his way; a maintenance droid squealed as the toe of Anakin's boot just missed it, but he wasn't paying attention. He looked down for a moment, but could barely see the tendons in his hands as he clenched his fingers into fists. He barely noticed the way the other Jedi were looking at him, his furrowed brow, his tall stature. He had other things on his mind.

He had awoken in your bed to find it empty. Fear and panic had gripped his heart as he tore apart the sheets, looking through the apartment, calling for you. It was only then that he remembered your training with Obi-Wan, your promise from the previous day. It had calmed him, but only a little. He had dressed quickly, sneaking out of your Jedi apartment with ease. He knew he had to find you.

Anakin's heart raced thinking about how you had been these previous days, how immobile you seemed, how you had been refusing to eat or drink, how you hadn't been able to get out of that bed. It terrified him whenever your eyes started to glaze over; when you didn't seem to fully see the room you were in. He was worried you might slip back into that Force haze at any moment, that space where you had seemed all but lost to him forever. He wouldn't let that happen.

The meditation room was empty; Anakin paused in the doorway only for a moment, before wheeling around and continuing down to the lower level. Where could you have gone? Surely not back to the medical chambers, unless—unless something had happened to you, during your training? Unless your mind had gone back into that cloudedness—

Surely there was no way the council had already sent you into command, was there? Anakin himself had been granted a small reprieve after the events of Felucia. He knew the council had appointed you general of the 415th batallion, Yuma's former position. He knew you had accepted command—what else could you have done? But could the council have sent you back into combat so quickly? Panic gripped Anakin's heart as he considered what it might mean if you returned to battle in your current state. He paused just outside the Temple gardens, half-ready to turn around and head back up toward the medical bay, to the council chambers, to demand to know where you were, when—

He felt a tug within him in the Force. It was a familiar presence; it felt like comfort, and reddish brown hair, the sleeve of a tunic...

Anakin found him on the other side of the gardens, in the corner, sitting with a cup of tea.

"Where is she?" Anakin demanded, looking around quickly. Obi-Wan seemed relaxed, so, at the very least, nothing horrible could have happened to you.

"Good morning, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, his voice sounding tired.

"Where is she?" Anakin asked again, bouncing back onto the heels of his boots for emphasis, feeling unable to keep still, even in the presence of his seated Master.

"I believe she went to get something to eat," Obi-Wan replied, looking warily up at Anakin.

"To eat?" Anakin asked, pausing for a moment, debating turning around on the spot and heading for the mess hall. But if you had gone to get something to eat, then—

"Training went well, then?" Anakin asked, lowering his voice, perching on the bench next to the one on which Obi-Wan lounged, in the corner of the Temple garden.

"I would say so," Obi-Wan said in his infuriatingly calm voice. Obi-Wan took another sip of his tea, looking out at the garden as if deep in thought.

"What does that mean?" Anakin asked, feeling impatient.

"I'm not sure," Obi-Wan replied, his voice still infuriatingly calm.

"Don't be cryptic," Anakin accused, leaning back on his bench and crossing his arms defiantly over his chest. "Do you think you'll be able to help her, or not?"

"I am optimistic," Obi-Wan said, finally turning in Anakin's direction to look him over. "You should be patient with her, Anakin. This was a serious loss for her."

"I know that," Anakin responded, his heart pounding, his anger jumping up a pitch. "I am being patient." Did Obi-Wan think he, Anakin, didn't know what you needed? How could Obi-Wan not see that your well-being was the most important thing in the world? Of course, Obi-Wan couldn't know about your relationship with Anakin...but didn't Obi-Wan realize the importance of keeping you alive, regardless? Didn't Obi-Wan realize how much danger you were in? Anakin took in the posture of his former Master, how calm Obi-Wan seemed, how superior, and felt his frustration grow. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath.

"She's grieving—" Obi-Wan tried, but Anakin cut him off.

"Felucia, Obi-Wan?!" Anakin rasped, his volume increasing. "That wasn't grief!" Anakin recalled again the way you had looked with your body limp, your eyes clouded over, milky white, unable to hear him, trapped in your own suffering.

"I'm looking into it," Obi-Wan responded quietly, lowering his eyes.

"Well, look harder," Anakin said, his breath coming out in a huff. He leaned forward again, looking to Obi-Wan beseechingly. "If she takes command of the 415th, and she doesn't have this under control—"

"If you don't trust her by now," Obi-Wan began, but Anakin cut him off again.

"Of course I trust her! But you know as well as I do—as well as Yuma did—that her gifts are a liability!"

"She is not a liability to the Order—"

"I don't give a kriffing gundark about the Order! I'm talking about her—her life. You need to help her, Obi-Wan. We need to...to find a way to make sure..." Anakin's breathing was heavy. He found himself looking down at his hands, his shoulders moving up and down quickly with his breath. He blinked, his fear overwhelming him.

"We will help her," Obi-Wan said, putting a bracing hand on Anakin's shoulder. "And she will help herself."

You sat, staring into the archive memory, sifting through the holobooks to find what you were looking for. The Temple library was quiet, the atmosphere one of focused attention. Something about it calmed you, but you also found it a bit unnerving, that every bit of galactic knowledge that existed could be found in these very archives.

Your stomach was full for the first time since Felucia; you were sitting upright, able to fight the weight of the grief that had been threatening for days to consume you. You felt exhausted, and sad, but it was a start. And after attending to your needs in the mess hall, you'd come straight here, to the Temple library. Even in the darkest parts of your grief—even when you'd been totally trapped under that weight—you'd known what you needed to do next. You'd been forming your plan. All you had needed was the strength to begin. And, thanks to your training with Obi-Wan, today you'd found it.

You used the controls to pull forth one of the holobooks, and as the holoimages came up, you sat down to focus. You felt yourself getting lost in the text, trying to remember everything. Your focus was so intense that you didn't feel his presence coming until he was right behind you.

"Why are you researching Galactic Sign Language?" Anakin asked, his hand gently stroking your shoulder. Such a small, subtle movement was likely to go unnoticed by those other Jedi in the archives, absorbed as they were in their own research. The sound of his voice made your body electrify—all of the longing, the guilt, and the desire passed through you at once. You shivered.

"It's a long story," you told him, turning around in your chair to face him full on.

"I'm sorry," you breathed, right as Anakin had said the same thing, leaning in toward you, his eyes wide. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up at the sides, and Anakin's face fell open, his surprise taking away his supplication.

"Me first," you said, getting up out of the chair and shutting off the hologram. As you faced Anakin, you felt through his emotions in the Force, sifting through as if the man in front of you were a different type of archive memory—one that was tangled, passionate, complex, brilliant, and beautiful. His emotions mirrored your own; you felt his guilt, his longing, his love for you. The first and most prominent emotion surrounding his presence was worry, and this made you feel even more guilty.

"I'm sorry I shouted at you," you told him quietly, aware of the others milling about the great library. "I'm sorry I took my anger out on you. It's only anger at myself—" Anakin looked as if he were going to cut you off, but you silenced him, holding up your hand. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you at all. Not when you are so kind," you voice grew quieter, "and so loyal, and so patient with me." Your faces were closer together now; if anyone were to look over, they might wonder why you were having such an intense, whispered conversation. "I'm sorry I fell apart," you continued, feeling the hint of the tears pinpricking the corners of your eyes. You pushed through, closing your eyes to keep the tears from falling. "You shouldn't have to worry about me. I won't let it happen again. I promise I'll be here for you. With you."

"I'm the one who should be sorry," Anakin said eagerly, acting as if he were about to take your hands in his, and then looking around, thinking better of it. Instead, he surreptitiously reached up and brushed under your eye, stroking away the ghost of the tear that didn't fall. "I shouldn't have said anything about...I shouldn't have assumed I know anything about what it felt like for you, on Felucia."

You nodded, but really, he didn't need to apologize. You'd put your own words into his mouth; it hadn't been a fight between you and Anakin, but one between the warring sides of yourself. And you knew now that you needed to face those warring sides head on, and deal with them before they could manage to hurt anyone else.

"You don't have anything to apologize for," you said, pulling half of your mouth up in a small smile. Anakin's eyes were stars, on fire, the blue looking like it was burning, like it would melt out into the air.

"Obi-Wan said training went well," Anakin whispered, hopefully, looking around you for a moment before grazing your hand with his.

"I think it did," you whispered back, looking up into his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to take his face in your hands, but you held back. All this secrecy, you thought, might just drive you mad.

"And you'll tell me about your research..." he continued, glancing back at the archive computer behind you.

"Another time," you assured him, looking around again, making sure no one was close enough to overhear while you leaned in closer toward him. "You know that I love you," you breathed. Anakin's face broke into a joyful smile, his body leaning in closer to yours.

"You know," he said quietly so only you could hear him, "that I love you more than all of the books in this archive." He glanced back at the other Jedi, huddled in their research. "And more than all of the stars in the galaxy, and more than all of the galaxies in the universe." Anakin met your gaze, his sorrow gone, his eyes alight and mischievous. You felt the intention in his Force presence, and it made your insides turn over, your breath becoming short.

"And I love you more than whatever lies beyond that," you whispered, smiling up at him, your heart full. Anakin surreptitiously stroked his hand over the top of yours once again.

"Do you have much more research to do?" Anakin asked, his face forming a familiar, cocky smile.

"It can wait," you murmured, smiling and cocking your head as you strode past him toward the doors, gesturing for him to follow.

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isthisfree · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday

Obi-Wan had learned to crochet, not knit, when he was seven years old. A visiting Master had been assigned to the creche and thought it would be a good skill to teach the younglings. They had been told it could help their fine motor skills, patience, and perseverance. Obi-Wan now thinks the Master should have added restraint to the list. Over the years Obi-Wan has had to restrain himself from buying every shade and variation of yarn he comes across, restrain himself from taking on too many projects or giving unrealistic deadlines to his friends’ requests, and the hardest one of all, restrain himself from taking his crochet hook and stabbing every single person, who no matter how often they have been corrected, still calls it knitting, right in their apparently useless eye.

Obi-Wan eyed the hook in his hand, and mused that he could probably pop someone’s eyeball right out of their socket if he was so inclined, but luckily for the uncultured masses he could control his more murderous impulses. If he became truly irked though, he could always sic Anakin on them. His former Padawan would probably relish an opportunity to maim someone with a crochet hook. And what kind of Master would Obi-Wan be if he didn’t provide fun and enriching experiences from time to time?

He looked up from the blanket he was working on for Ahsoka and caught sight of his reflection in the window. Blast. He was smiling, again. Obi-Wan forced himself to frown and turn his thoughts away from Anakin and back to the blanket for his Grand-Padawan. It had been happening more and more lately, his mind would betray him. Whenever Obi-Wan’s thoughts began to drift they would inevitably land on Anakin.

That in and of itself wouldn't be so bad, nothing to get worked up about. Anakin is an important - the most important really, part of his life. Of course he thinks about him! The issue was that his thoughts were becoming less and less...platonic in nature. But he reasoned, that doesn’t necessarily mean they were romantic thoughts or…lustful thoughts. No. There has to be a level between purely platonic and romantic, right? He shook his head. Best not to dwell, ignorance is bliss and all that.

Obi-Wan tugged on his yarn. It didn’t budge. He signed. Of course his yarn was tangled. How could he expect anything to go smoothly when his own mind was such a mess. Meditation had not given him his usual amount of comfort. And why would it? His face twisted with self loathing. Of course he couldn’t successfully give his feelings for Anakin, because if he was honest they are romantic feelings, to the force, if deep down he didn’t want to let them go. He was a failure of a Jedi, a Master, and a friend.

He pushed the blanket aside. He might need to scrap this project all together and start from scratch. Qui-Gon had always maintained that the recipients of gifts such as these could sense what the maker was feeling as they worked. Obi-Wan never really believed Qui-Gon, but he had never received a handmade blanket, scarf, poncho, or stuffed animal to test the theory. He was properly horrified though at even the smallest chance that poor Ahsoka might pick up on his inappropriate feelings. He would rather burn it to ash than have that happen.

Ok, definitely time to take of break if he is contemplating arson. Obi-Wan stood and picked up the half finished blanket and his supplies, carefully storing them away in the custom caf table Anakin had made for him. It was full of drawers and compartments, big and small, designed to hold his yarn, hooks, stitch markers, scissors, really anything he could ever need for a project. Obi-Wan slowly ran his hand over the top of the table, before snatching it away. This was truly getting pathetic. Trying to sense his Padawan’s potential feelings for him from furniture. If this wasn’t rock bottom, Obi-Wan didn’t want to know what was.

He needed to get out of their apartment, get his body moving and quite his mind. Obi-Wan clipped on his saber and headed out the door, his feet pointing him in the direction of the training salles. If this just happened to be the time that Anakin usually tended to be there himself, well that was just a coincidence, nothing more.

#obikin #wip wednesday

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twinterrors29 · 1 year

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Cody was about 6 (physically 12) when he and his batchmates started looking up Jedi they might be assigned to on the holonet, ostensibly gathering intel on preferred tactics and planning maneuvers that play to the different Jedi's strengths

Cody, of course, saw some footage of Obi-Wan, looks up his profile, and immediately said 'that one, he's it'

Wolffe told him that he's insane, that there's no way he can know who he'll be assigned to work with when the time comes, and also that Kenobi wouldn't care in the slightest anyway

Cody, of course, replied simply: 'Challenge Accepted'

he snagged Obi-Wan's space-email address and sets himself up as a penpal

again, Cody was Baby, but he'd already started training to write like a Commander of the GAR

Obi-Wan, for his part, was initially very confused about this stranger emailing him and their very confusing way of speaking, combining intense military jargon applied to all areas of life with very childlike topics and focus

then he concluded that this stranger is an older teenager, ie an 18 year old, who just graduated from a military academy and into service, looking for someone to talk to with shared life experience

and well, he'd been feeling a little isolated, spending most of his time with only an increasingly moody Anakin for company away on missions, so he responded, and continued responding

they became friends, and as Cody grew older, he definitely developed a bit of crush on the cute older guy who was giving him positive attention

he expressed this affection primarily through stronger exhortations for Obi-Wan to wear armor on his missions, and suffered a lot of teasing from his batchmates for blushing while checking his messages

when Obi-Wan was assigned to the Padme protection mission, he told his penpal just enough detail that Cody was able to figure out who it is Obi-Wan was after

and he had just seen Prime's ship landing...

so Cody messaged Obi-Wan back immediately, over voice for the first time, telling him to stay put on Coruscant because he had a lead to offer

then staged a minor coup, captured Jango, and brought him to Coruscant to present to Obi-Wan as a gift

Obi-Wan, meeting the seemingly-early-20's Cody in his armor, had all of his assumptions about his penpal apparently validated: clearly, the man he'd been talking to for the past four years was about 18 at the start, and had grown into a confident and attractive young man

so he decided to flirt a little

Cody had never been so tongue tied in his life

however, he managed to rally, focusing on handling off Jango as the suspect in Obi-Wan's investigation

Jango, of course, immediately refused to give away any useful information, only opening his mouth to call Cody a traitor, which gave Obi-Wan the further wrong impression about Cody and Jango's previous connection, suggesting that they were members of the same military organization (their armor looks Mandalorian? or Mandalorian inspired? Satine was always fretting about some terror cell or other, and the Journeyman Protectors on Concord Dawn did still wear armor he recalled)

Cody agreed to be taken out on a sort-of-date while Judicial started processing Jango, and they both had a great time and expressed a desire to continue this relationship

but then Sidious insisted on getting his plan back on track, the whole clone-army thing came to light right as the war started, and Cody turned to Obi-Wan and asked if he can be assigned to his battalion

Obi-Wan agreed despite his concerns about conflict of interest; after all, he's still assigned to work with his Padawan all the time

Cody was very smug at having finally fully proven Wolffe wrong

and then, of course, Obi-Wan heard about the double aging, did some hurried mental math, and had a completely different set of moral crises to fret over

#star wars #the clone wars #attack of the clones #clones #jedi #commander cody #commander wolffe #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #obi wan gets over it quickly but cody's very annoyed the whole time

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david-talks-sw · 1 year

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It's a shame that the multi-media franchise of star wars have twisted the original narrative of the Jedi. I really love the sequel trilogy, I love season 7 of TCW, and Dave Filoni is amazing storyteller. But over the years, it's gotten to the point where the Jedi are being criticized to such a degree that now some people believe the Jedi should've changed their entire belief system. It's great to criticize the Jedi. They are flawed and not perfect. But now because they are now being framed negatively over the past 2-3 years and so now, some justify their genocide, disrespect their belief system, and believe Anakin was a poor victim who got caught up in everything. Lucasfilm or any writer is to blame for this, but I think people need to look a little more deeper into the media literacy behind star wars, and consider the fact that a child is going to love the Jedi despite their flaws and will be sad when they see them get killed. Because star wars is made for children who can look up to the Jedi as role models.

All of this.

I frankly don't know what else to add, @thecenturyofmusic said it all.

I also think there's an argument to be made for shifting global values.

I don't know about how it was in the U.S. specifically, but I don't remember there being as much of an emphasis on mental health back in the early 2000s as there is today.

Back then, I remember many fans sorta getting the core story but hating it, which resulted in a lot of them just bashing the Prequels.

Nowadays, a spin has been put on the Prequels wherein Anakin is the poster boy for the mental illness, he's just a victim:

he grew up a slave which gave him severe PTSD,

then was ripped away from the arms of his mother by

an elite order of emotionless monks whose emotionally-repressing teachings are the perfect representation of toxic masculinity and force you to never get emotionally attached,

who berated and rejected him at every turn,

he also doesn't have a father figure except for the Chancellor, who grooms him and isolates him,

and instead of supporting him in his hour of need, the Jedi hurt Anakin psychologically to a degree where at some point he just loses it and kills them all, because as far as he's concerned they were evil to him.

And... yeah. It can be interpreted that way. It resonates more to people when seen that way.

But it wasn't meant to be seen that way.

If it was, then we'd have seen very different Prequels.

Watto would have physically abused Anakin left and right like he's DiCaprio in Django: Unchained, instead of joking around about humans with him.

Shmi would've been on the ground crying, holding Anakin's leg and screaming "please no give me back my babyyyy!!!"

Literally every shot of the Jedi emoting, screaming, chuckling, being worried would be absent and they'd all speak with a monotonous voice, including Yoda, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

If we were supposed to feel like Anakin is in the right and the Jedi are in the wrong then we'd be shown an Anakin who isn't petulant, arrogant and overly emotional. We'd see a normal person who gets berated by a group of unfeeling old men.

Anakin wouldn't call Obi-Wan his father twice (which is admittedly a nuanced situation because while Anakin may see Obi-Wan as a father, Obi-Wan sees Anakin as a little brother so hey).

We'd see Anakin explicitly state that he's afraid of his wife dying, maybe carrying her unconscious body to the temple steps begging for help only for someone to reject him at the door because "it goes against protocol" and that's when Palpatine swoops in.

Y'know, more explicit, emotion-eliciting stuff?

But we didn't see any of that. Because it wasn't about any of that. If it was, then it goes about delivering its message in the weakest way possible.

While nowadays, the popular take is that Anakin's downfall is the fault of everyone around him, the intended take was that Anakin's fall was his own fault. Anakin is a victim of his own flaws.

The Prequels weren't meant to show you what happens when you keep pushing a mentally unstable person, they were about cautioning children about not giving in to their own fear and greed.

"How does a good kid become a bad man?" He let his inner demons - fear, anger, greed - get the better of him.

And that's not necessarily a take most people agree with these days, but that takes us back to how much importance you actually give to GL's original vision.

#jedi order #anakin skywalker

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eu-nicola · 7 months

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Anakin Skywalker x Fem! Reader

warnings: sorry english isn’t my first language, mention of death, i didn’t correct this

summary: the love you felt for Anakin was impossible to a certain extent.

i use a face claim because it is easier to write like that

You were a little baby when little Anakin was already very in love with your older sister Padme. You didn't know him well until you were about six years old and you first saw him in the care of Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi and there he was eleven years old. That was the first and last time you saw him in a long time and you remember thinking that he looked like an angel like the ones you saw in your stories or in your dreams. That day you and him had talked while Obi-Wan was taking care of some things and after that you didn't see him again for years.

When you turned fourteen was the day you saw him again and this time he was already a man in your eyes, he was already 19 years old and you definitely still thought he was very attractive, from the first moment you noticed how in love he was with Padme and how he couldn't get away from her even though you understood that he had to be by her side to take care of her, you thought it was too exaggerated.

You did as much time as you could spend with him, Anakin found you very nice and he even found it funny that you were in love with him so he let you accompany him everywhere. During those years you were always aware of the relationship that had begun little by little between Anakin and Padme but you never said anything or gave an opinion about it because it certainly wasn't your problem and you weren't interested although you admitted that maybe it did bother you a little that it was her and not you but only that.

In those years you also became quite a woman, at only seventeen years old you had become your sister's right hand whom she consulted in any situation and since you had always liked this thing of being in charge of your people, you did it. You gladly helped your sister even more now that she was pregnant. And from Anakin's side you had both become very close friends now that you were old enough to go anywhere you wanted, in all this time you had never left the love you felt for him but you did hide it and even more so after Anakin and Padme had gotten married.

Throughout the pregnancy you made sure to help Padme so that she didn't have complications and so that no one dared to ask who the father of the child was, people didn't even think about that before you stopped them and subtly changed the subject afterwards. At the end of the day, people only cared that Padme had a healthy and strong child for everyone. You spent a lot of time next to her on the days that Anakin was away and your relationship with her was one of the best things you had, she was your only sister and you were grateful to have her.

The days were passing and the nights were ending, the day of the baby's birth had arrived and Anakin was not here but you were and you wanted to be by his side at all times while he gave birth, you were afraid and you felt that something was wrong to pass, your sister's strength seemed very weak and you were scared that she couldn't make it, the labor was lasting too long and seeing her like this hurt you, there came a point when the robots asked you to go to what you didn't want and you practically so they took you out by force so that you wouldn't continue seeing the blood that was everywhere, Padme was suffering inside and you couldn't hear any baby.

Until there came a point there was no more noise and you knew how that deafening silence was the most terrifying silence you had hear in your entire life, the door had opened and you had been informed that neither she nor the baby had survived at that moment you fell on the floor crying your eyes out feeling your world break, you went back inside as best you could and said goodbye to your greatest friendship in this universe, you asked the robots to clean her well and leave her baby with her so that when Anakin arrive him could say goodbye too.

Hours later you heard Anakin's scream which no one else could hear and feel like you did. He regretted not being able to be there and you regretted not being able to save her. Anakin didn't reproach you for anything but he didn't talk to you anymore, in fact he didn't talk to anyone anymore, this didn't seem strange to anyone because you all knew how good friends the two of them were so no one said anything and they just left it.

It hadn't been long until you approached Anakin again, more like until he let you approach, you didn't talk much anymore but you did share your time walking around your home in Naboo or eating together, simple things that didn't require much effort that neither of them were fit to do, they were still sad but day by day they helped each other and now that Padme was gone you were the new queen and with a new responsibility Anakin was the first to be by your side in the same way that you did with Padme.

Day by day the situation was improving as you received help from others to be able to exercise your role as queen to the best of your ability, Anakin was by your side at all times even when he couldn't, you felt that he had some remorse for not having been able to save Padmé and now he was always here for you so that nothing would happen to you even if it took him to the dark side. When you realized that the dark side was consuming him, you were scared of what he could do so you slowly tried to get away for your own good and that of everyone.

Despite everything he always tried to look for you and never did anything to hurt you even if you tried to get away from him he never ever hurt you and that made you realize that maybe everything he was doing was actually a good way to protect others. With time and years the two of you grew closer again. The day after your nineteenth birthday it was decided that it was time for you to get married and give heirs to which you flatly refused because you did not plan to have children from someone you did not want.

Thousands of proposals from all the galaxies had come to you but all of them were burned by Anakin before you even thought of reading them, he had become more protective and did not like any man flirting with you to the point that the two of you had argued over such attitudes reaching the point of not speaking for weeks because neither of them would give in. The last fight in your opinion was the worst because you yelled at him why he wasn't the one who proposed to you while you were crying and he had left without saying anything that night and again for a while you didn't speak again.

Time since, one night while you were on your balcony brushing your hair you felt someone stand behind you and to your surprise it was Anakin whom you looked at for a few seconds until he decided to speak letting you know that he was sorry for the way he had acted.

“These years have been difficult for both of us and from the moment I saw how you cried like I did, there was not a single day that I did not think about taking care of you, when I spend so much time without being by your side I am in agony and I no longer want that, never more ".

“Anakin… I.”

“I couldn't watch you marry another man and continue with my life as if everything was fine, I want you to be mine forever in every galaxy even higher than that, would you be my wife?”. By that time he was already so close to you that you could feel him breathing and you could feel his heart racing.

"But you, I know what you are Anakin, I can see how the dark side slowly consumes you and scares me."

“Come with me, let's just be you and me, we can reign together in our new empire.”

He looked at you with so much hope in his eyes waiting for your answer that you couldn't say no because it was all you wanted, what you had always wanted.

" Yes". You could only tell him but it was enough for him.

You both got married in front of a beautiful waterfall away from everyone, you were happy and he was happy to finally have someone by his side, someone he had learned to love genuinely and as he had told you the new empire had emerged some time later and you were at his side step by step like his empress, we brought safety, freedom, justice and security to our new empire.

Months later you had given birth to beautiful twin boys whom both had named Luke and Lion, whom Anakin loved with his entire being just like you, everything was in its place and although there were things that had changed you would do everything again as it was to reach this moment where you were completely happy.

#anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker #anakin x you #anakin and padme #padme amidala #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x padme amidala #anakin skywalker x female reader #sw anakin #star wars #oneshot #fanfic #imagine #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #starwars

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palfriendpatine66 · 7 months

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two cups of coffee. trying to work on a wip.

but all i can think about are those damn holos.

the training. the reassurance. the pep talks.

what gets me is this isn't just anakin - it has their lineage (and obi-wan) written all over it.

does anakin do it because he needed this from obi-wan after he was knighted? because his master was only a comm away and he learned how important it was to hear those words of reassurance late at night when the fears and demons are whispering that you're not enough, won't be enough, that it's up to you to end this war but you don't know how you're going to do that when you can't even save one person let alone the galaxy?

is it because he saw how much obi-wan needed to turn to qui-gon, who wasn't there? how he fell back on his words and teachings to guide him through raising this padawan when he had only just been a padawan himself, had never done this alone? is it that anakin saw how much those words were needed - how obi-wan had so little left of his master once he was gone, just like he had nothing from his mother (and what he wouldn't give to hear her voice again) and so he decides to give ahsoka that piece of him to remember and guide her once he's gone?

did obi-wan make these for anakin ?????????

(maybe when he went away on solo missions when anakin was little and left behind at the temple for training? maybe he left messages after long campaigns during the war, just as a reminder that anakin wasn't alone in this? because he knew what it was like to need the connection, the reassurance, the guidance?)

and like...maybe this is just because i'm an old, or maybe because i was exceptionally queer, but: have you ever taken out a camcorder and made a video for someone because you missed them so much and just needed to tell them all of the important things on your mind, even if it was awkward and ridiculous because they weren't there and weren't even going to see it any time soon, but you sat there talking to yourself because you had to say the words, to know that they will hear them? and then put that on the silly little tape to hand off to them to watch another time. have you ever received one in return like it was a precious little treasure and put in the tape and watched, wrapped up in the intimacy of this moment that was created days or weeks or months before, but was made just for you? and you had this physical proof of this moment, that you could keep in a box of your secrets, and look back on when you needed it?

have you? have you? HAVE YOU?

#i'm fine it's fine #i'm completely normal about this #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka show #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #disaster lineage #star wars

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antianakin · 3 months

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@theneutralmime

Personally I feel like Anakin crossed that line when he decided dictatorship was a good choice of government and massacred an entire village of Tuskens down to the last child. Anakin is unrepentant about BOTH of these things and so I find it hard to believe he can be "saved" at that point in any way that matters.

However.

Star Wars is all about choices. Anakin is making some irrevocably bad ones by AOTC already, he's not a good PERSON truly in AOTC (I find it hard to believe that someone who is as racist, sexist, arrogant, and selfish as Anakin is in this film can truly be considered "good" still). But that doesn't mean he can't still make BETTER ones. He recognizes that he's made a bad choice regarding the Tuskens in the sense that he knows a good Jedi wouldn't have done it, so there's like... a GLIMMER of hope in that, the last vestiges of Anakin recognizing that he's making bad choices. And maybe if someone OTHER THAN PADME "THE ENABLER" AMIDALA had been there with him in the wake of the Tusken massacre, someone like Obi-Wan or another Jedi maybe, they'd have been able to grasp onto that glimmer and help him move back towards the path he can still see but is choosing to walk away from. But what he gets from Padme instead is an excuse. He KNOWS the Jedi would consider it a bad choice, but Padme, like Palpatine, tells him that what he's done is okay, that it's different because it's HIM, because Anakin is SPECIAL. "To be angry is to be human" gets translated in Anakin's head as "It was okay to kill the Tuskens because I was angry over what happened to my mother and this was a normal and natural reaction to have" which allows him to DISMISS what he knows the Jedi would've believed about it as unimportant.

So like. Anakin CAN be saved. That's always true. It just won't be by Padme, or Obi-Wan, or Ahsoka, or even Luke. Anakin HAS to be saved by his own choice. He can be saved because he can ALWAYS make better choices. That's the whole point of his choice in ROTJ. He's been Vader for over 20 years, he betrayed the Jedi, destroyed the galaxy, killed his own pregnant wife, upheld a fascist tyrant, allowed Alderaan to be blown up and forced Leia to watch, enslaved the clones, and chopped off his own son's hand. And he can STILL make a better choice. And that's just as true on Tatooine after the Tusken massacre and on Mustafar after Order 66 as it is on the Death Star over two decades later.

The problem is that Anakin, generally, doesn't WANT to be saved because that requires acknowledging he NEEDS SAVING TO BEGIN WITH, which requires acknowledging he's done something wrong. And Anakin is just incapable of actually being able to admit he's actually IN THE WRONG about anything and constantly finds ways to excuse the things he does and the way he feels in order to see himself as in the right and as the hero of the story because it's easier and less painful.

So when Padme and Palpatine offer him excuses and tell him he's special and it's the Jedi who are wrong, Anakin grabs onto those excuses with both hands and refuses to let them go. He uses them to paper over what he's done in his head so he never has to look at them again and if he does, that he can interpret them as his triumphs instead of his failures. On Mustafar, this becomes particularly obvious. He yells at Obi-Wan that he "turned Padme against him" despite that being an utterly ridiculous thing to think. He tells Obi-Wan that from his point of view, the Jedi are evil, because it's easier to excuse murdering them all if they're the villains. He claims he has brought "peace, freedom, security, and justice" to "his" new Empire, even though he has brought none of these things and the Empire is not his at all.

Anakin is the King of lying to himself about his own crimes because he refuses to do the work of acknowledging his own failures in order to do and be better. So he CAN save himself, but it will only happen when he is actually willing to take that first step. When Padme shows up on Mustafar, that isn't something he's willing to do. When Obi-Wan tries to talk to him on Mustafar, that isn't something he's willing to do. When he sees Ahsoka on Malachor, that isn't something he's willing to do. When Luke comes to Bespin, that isn't something he's willing to do. Anakin CANNOT and WILL NOT make a different choice until it benefits him to do so. And that's exactly what happens. He only is capable of making the selfless choice when he has no other option if he wants to save Luke.

So COULD Anakin be saved on Mustafar? Yeah, sure. He COULD save himself. He just won't. It's not a choice he's willing to make at this point in his life, so it isn't going to happen even though the choice is always available to him.

#star wars #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #padme critical #padme amidala critical #anidala critical #anti padme #anti padme amidala

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Mall Of Magic

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pairing: anakin skywalker x female reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, humor, kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend anakin were sent on a mission that took place on earth and the two of you decide to go to a mall

a/n: i am so in love with this man its unhealthy

song: borderline - tame impala

"Woahh, Ani do you see this," you say as you step onto moving stairs. "It's magic!"

"Let me try," he says as you go higher up. He cautiously takes a step onto the magic step. He puts his other foot on and grins.

"We should get this for home when I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," you suggest.

You both go down the one that slides lower, when you come up with an idea.

"What do you think happens if we go up the down one?"

"I'm not sure," he ponders for a moment, "but I want to try," he says with a giddy smile.

You start walking on it and notice it didn't change directions. "Whoever gets to the top first wins," you say starting to run up. You and Anakin race up and you just made it to the top when you hear a yelp.

You turn and notice Ani bumping into people. "Sorry! Sorry, excuse me!"

A minute later, a panting Anakin makes it to your laughing self. "Not funny," he huffs. "I almost fell down"

You both then walked to another store you saw. There was glass blocking the enterence though.

As Anakin stepped to knock on the glass, it suddenly opened making you both gasp. He turns his head to you, "I didn't know the Force was here," he says confused.

You pull him back and watch the door close. You push him forward again and the glass slides open.

"Wow, Ani! It likes you," you wink.

He rolls his eyes, "who wouldn't," you slap the back of his head at his cockiness.

You drag him inside as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You walk through the store with food. You come across an isle called Baking Supplies.

"What do you think this is for?" you ask him, holding up a bag with 'flour' written on it.

"Maybe they put it in the food. We should take it with us," he replies.

"Okay, we could ask Obi-Wan about it when we get back home. Do you think it will open in the ship?"

"Let's test it," he says before dropping the bag. You watch it drop and break open as powder flies everywhere and covers you both. The two of you start coughing and wave your hands in front of you.

"Good job, Ani. Look what mess you've made," you said placing a hand on your his and wiping powder off your eyes.

"It's not my fault it's bad quality," he mumbles. You dust the two of you off the best that you could manage.

"Let's go somewhere else," you say.

"HAH!" you should as you shoot Anakin.

"No! That's not fair!"

"You lost and I won fair and square, so hush," you smirk.

"You cheated," he whines, "I wasn't ready"

"You are so adorable when you are a sore loser, my love," you boop his nose.

You two had come across a place called "Laser Tag", and Anakin dragged you in after seeing the cool lights.

You and him eliminated all the other players due to your fighting experience, you snuck up on Anakin and shot him in the back.

"This game isn't fun anymore," he pouts. You kiss his lips quick before you pull him along with you to find something else to do.

As you were walking through the mall, you saw people sitting and looking at a little box - that's what it looked like.

You glance at Anakin whose arm was around your shoulder, "what do you think those are?"

He looks to what your staring at, "I don't know, why don't you go and ask?"

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute," you say stepping away from him and towards some people who seem around your age.

"Excuse me," you say grabbing their attention. "Me and my boyfriend," you start and point your finger at him, "were wondering that thing in your hand is," you finish.

They just stare at you like you have two heads. "You mean... a phone?"

"A phone?" you repeat.

"Yeah...?"

"Well what does it do?"

"I- uh- it allows you to communicate with people, and you can do pretty much anything on it," one person explains.

"How fascinating! Can you really do anything on that little box?"

"Phone," a girl corrects, "and not everything," she tells you.

"Let me get my boyfriend, and then can you show us some stuff?" you question the boy next to you.

"Uh- yeah sure," you smile at him and drag Anakin towards the boy. He then spends about twenty minutes showing you and Anakin some things on the magic cube.

You thank them and head somewhere else.

"My brain hurts," Anakin says, dramatically holding his head. You and him were very confused from the 'phone'. It was too complicated for you both.

"Mine too," you pat his back.

Anakin saw a big plant and pulled you behind it with him.

"We should scare people, we could jump out when they walk by," he grins at you.

"Great idea," you high five him.

You two scared at least 15 people until you saw a person wearing a 'security' outfit running towards you both.

He almost grabbed Anakin's collar but you were faster.

You quickly grab Ani's hand and pull him as you start running. Both of your laughs fill the mall hallways as you run away. You both turn back just in time to see the man slip on something.

You both burst out laughing again as you sneak away.

You turn and lean your back against a wall, the two of you catching your breath.

"Th- that was s- so amazing," he gets out between pants and laughs.

You enter a clothing shop with some items for cold weather. You throw a bunch of scarfs on you both as you giggle and dance with Anakin in your silly outfits to the music that was playing.

You throw a hat on him and bow down at him. "You look dashing," you say.

"Why thank you, my lady. You don't look bad yourself," he obnoxiously winks at you.

"I have to agree with you on that, Skywalker," you blow him a kiss in the mirror you two were looking at yourselves in.

Ignoring the weird looks you got from people around you, you both continue to do some fun poses in the mirror.

You two accidentally walked into a store with some interesting pieces of clothing, specifically ones that go under your clothes.

You look at Anakin as he turns red.

He has seen you without clothes plenty of times, which made how embarrassed he was funny.

"I- uh- um- next place," he stutters over his words as you laugh and wrap your arm around his waist.

You were getting ready to leave when you and him see people walk in into a small cube room, you see the doors shut and wonder what it was.

"Ani lets go to that before we leave," you smile up at him.

"Do we push the button?" he asks staring at the two buttons on the wall.

"I guess so," you shrug pushing the bottom one.

The doors open and you step inside with him as they shut.

"Where do you think this takes us," he wonders aloud.

"I'm not sure, guess it's a surprise," you grin.

A few moments later the doors open, you notice it's by the entrance you came in through.

"Oh! It's like another type of stair, Ani," you realize.

"I suppose it is... I got to say I am a bit disappointed, I though it would take us somewhere cool," he sighs. You nod your head and the two of you leave to go back to where you were staying. You would be coming back here soon.

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