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luna-writes-stuff · 5 months

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Promises, Ahsoka Tano

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Reunion fic, resolved angst.

Word count: 3291

Tw: This is inaccurate because the sapphics would never be so oblivious and patient. So much pining and heartbreak. Slow burn but make it one fic. Mentions/descriptions of injuries, battle and the aftermath of a war. Probably inaccurate timelines even though I’ve been a Star Wars fan for over a decade. All these series are messing with me.

Summary: You and Ahsoka knew each other since you were both younglings and traveled with each other for a long time after order 66. But when something happens one night, you part suddenly. Now, a small amount of years later, she comes to seek you out.

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“Two hearts that shouldn't talk to each other become close In a town much like a prison cell.”

When one thinks about the aftermath of war, they’ll often recount the lives lost. Who won and who lost, and what was won and what was lost? How will the new society function? One thing that often gets forgotten are the survivors, more specifically those who cannot partake in whatever role the world has to offer them yet.

After the Empire was destroyed, thousands of children lost their families, lost their reputation- lost everything, but they weren’t old enough to help restore anything. They were left behind, forced to pick up their broken pieces together.

With the old rebellion, you had established a camp on Coruscant, giving shelter to those who had lost everything. You gave them a roof, food and schooling. Something to help them when they were old enough to go out on their own.

Coruscant had been the centre planet of the Empire, and there were many out there who believed everyone kept alive there were Empire sympathisers, when in fact the opposite was true.

“People speak our names on the street in hushed tones. Oh, the stories they'd tell if anyone would listen. If anyone would listen.”

The camp had been built in the old Jedi temple, where none really dared to enter again. It offered enough space and enough freedom for the children, regardless of the bad memories it might have brought you. Though the emperor had turned the temple into his own palace, there were hidden places still intact. You would come there often to simply sit and think.

You hadn’t even been a full adult when order 66 was issued, still serving as a padawan under your Jedi master. After the fall, you had left everything you had learned there - in the desolate Jedi temple where you had once swore to keep the peace and maintain the balance of the force.

Every time you sat there, you recounted your action, your memories. Everyone you knew and everything you had learned. Your saber had been long buried. Your aid in the rebellion laid within the medics, helping those who had already fallen. It was a good alternative for you. You saved lives of those already deemed dead, and helped the rebellion remain strong. That had been your strength. And once peace was restored, you knew your job was far from over yet. There were still many out there who needed your help.

“You come from a town where people don't bother saying "Hello" Unless somebody's born or dies.”

It had been ten weeks since you set up camp here, and the bond between you, those you worked with, and the children had grown incredibly strong over time. Regardless of the number of people in the temple, you knew all their names and got along with all of them. When you weren’t teaching the children, you occupied yourself in the med bay, though most injuries now extended to scraped knees and bruised skin. In your free hours, you’d run outside with the children, even offering some a handful of defence classes to keep their guard up.

At the end of the day, you’d always find yourself back in that small hall that had remained untouched by the empire. The walls still their marbled gold with white floors, though they were long from polished and shining now.

A month ago a young boy had been practising with a stick, claiming he wanted to one day wield a lightsaber. You knew he had been force-sensitive, but you were reluctant to teach him. Sure, you kept up with your abilities from time to time, but you hadn’t held a saber in years. You couldn’t teach him what you knew, because you simply knew too little. But he was adamant - and surprisingly skilled as well. Thus, you decided to practise your wielding skills again. But now, with a steel pole, roughly the size of a regular blade. It was heavier than usual, but it would work for you.

“And I come from a place where they drag your hopes through the mud. Because their own dreams are all dying.”

You had been practising for weeks, but it was hard when there was no teacher. You were struggling with your footwork when you were suddenly highly aware that you were being watched. You spun around gently, suspecting a child had followed you here, but you were proved the opposite when a familiar voice sounded: “Your footwork is sloppy.”

Turning around the corner, you were faced with a figure that caused your breath to simply remain stuck in your throat for a second.

“Ahsoka,” you breathed, dropping the pile immediately before running up to her, wrapping her in a hug. She was keen to return the gesture, a happy chuckle leaving her as her arms wrapped around your body. “Maker, it’s been so long.”

When you parted, she looked at you with a smile. She had aged, but so had you. She looked more mature, yet that childlike glint was still so visible in her eyes. She looked good.

“And when we walk down the street The wind sings our names in rebel songs.”

“I’ve heard of what you’ve done,” she hummed. “You did good.” You sighed at her words, somewhat grateful for her words, even though you didn’t need them. In your head, you were just happy she was standing in front of you, fully alive. You hadn’t heard from her since the two of you parted, and the silence had been killing you every single day.

“I was worried you had been lost in the war.” You voiced aloud, a remark that caused her smile to broaden just a little bit. “I’m fine,” She assured, nodding her head slightly. “You look good, too.”

Though the words brought just a little heat to your cheeks, you tried to shake it off, teasing her as you twirled your hair. “No grey hairs yet?” You asked rhetorically. “You’d think they’d begun to grow now, considering the stress these children bring me.” Ahsoka laughed at that, crossing her arms before gesturing towards the door she had just came from.

“It’s an admirable thing, taking care of those who are forgotten.” She mused, her face falling slightly. She knew how difficult it had been for children after the war. “Yes, well…” you trailed off. “We used to be a part of them.”

“The sounds of the night should make us anxious. But it's much too late when the fear is gone.”

Silence struck the pair of you as your words laid heavy on your mind. After order 66, you and Ahsoka had been alone, still children, though older. Everything had relied on those around you, but with the gone, the universe had seemed bigger than ever. Where you and Ahsoka still had each other, these children didn’t have anyone. You weren’t going to let them wallow in their own misery, and you - luckily - hadn’t been the only one who refused to let that happen.

“Don’t misunderstand,” you began, breaking the silence. “I am happy you are here, but why?” The togruta seemed to think about that for a short second, though the answer came quickly: “I came here to seek you out.”

Deep dread immediately settled into your system. Usually, when someone would come along, claiming to ‘seek you out’, something had been terribly wrong, or your help was needed for something of grave importance. You couldn’t help but feel slightly panicked at the revelation: “Is something wrong?”

“No,” she quickly denied, as if sensing your stress. “No; I feared there might be, but there isn’t.” The small amount of new adenine in your body slowly died down, confusion now settling in: “What do you mean?”

“I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you.”

“A few rotations before the falling of the empire, I lost contact with the rebellion.” Ahsoka confessed, rubbing her upper arm in discomfort. “I didn’t know if you were safe.”

Part of you was flattered - happy that she was checking up on you. Even after you went your separate ways, she still wanted to make sure you were safe. However, you never realised she had been doing this, which left part of you even more confused: “You checked on me?” She merely shrugged at your words, even though her facial expression showed slight sympathy. “We went different paths, but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care.”

A heavy sigh came from you, trying to repress the memory of how you two left. That was something you didn’t wish to discuss. But the disappointment was still very clear in your words: “You could have called me.” You mumbled, your voice hurt, but not accusing.

Ahsoka formed her lips in a thin line at your words, lost sentiment lingering on them. “I was being hunted,” she defended with a gently voice. “I didn’t want to risk dragging you down with me.”

“I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you. I promise, I promise.”

When you didn’t respond to it, other than the empathic smile on your lips, she continued: “I heard about this place only days ago. Figured it was worth a look.”

You didn’t have it in you to get mad at her. You had been concerned about her for months now - arguing be damned. It was pointless anyway. If there was anything you had been feeling, it was relief. Anger would be forced, and not only did you refuse to show it as an obvious consequence of your training, it simply wasn’t worth the energy now.

“Well, I am glad you were worried about me.” You confessed. “I’ve been worried about you too. Only, I had no way of checking up on you.” She hissed slightly at the words, humour laced within her tone: “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s okay,” you deny, even though the words kind of hurt. “I understand.” Considering the way we split.

You didn’t say those last words. They were just painful reminders in your head. “I’m just glad you’re still alive.” “Yes…” Ahsoka lightly trailed off, somehow knowing the words that had been going on in your mind. You didn’t linger on it.

“Will you stay here? At least for the night?” The sun had already begun to set, and dinner had long been served. In truth, you were ready to turn to bed after your ‘training’.

She seemed to hesitate to answer, but gave in after seeing your pleading face, another gentle smile tugging on her lips.

“For the night.”

“There's so many fighting to get past the Pearly Gates, But nobody ever wants to die or get saved.”

The last time you saw her must have been a little over a year ago. Since order 66, you had been travelling together, taking comfort in the mere company of each other. Growing up in the Jedi temple and groaning together had strengthened your bond significantly, but it was after the empire had risen that either of you began to realise that there might have been more than friendship there.

None of you ever dared to act on it, still convinced of the Jedi ways. It took years for that to fade, and even after that, the reluctance had been clear between the both of you. It didn’t help that neither of you dared to show it. It made the impression of unrequited feelings much stronger than they needed to be.

The last time you saw her was after you had gotten ambushed by a group of bounty hunters. Ahsoka would have usually handled them themselves, after you had gotten around with the blaster and medical supplies, but they had been too great in number. In the end, you had them cornered, and managed to get away, but this was not without a scratch.

“Their intentions aren't that good and I can smell the asphalt. That's their personal road to Hell being paved.”

“Next time I tell you to go left, you go left.” You scolded, kneeling beside the bench Ahsoka had been laying on. You had returned to your makeshift camp shortly after the attack, tending to Ahsoka’s injuries before you’d relocate. The smell of burning flesh penetrated the small tent, and the angry red mark on her side seemed to scream for attention.

“They would have killed you if it wasn’t for me.” She hissed through her teeth as you began to clean the wound, doing your best to remain gentle. “Yes,” you argued. “But now I am completely fine and you have a blaster wound in your side. The third one since we left Tattooine, might I add.”

Even though her side had been burning, the togruta still seemed to choke out a laugh, grinning at you in assurance. “That was the point.” When you didn’t return her smile, she looked at you more careful, her voice immediately taking a more concerned tone: “You’re fine, right?” “Yes.” You sighed, stopping the cleaning to look at her face. You pointed at her accusingly. “But I’m still mad at you.”

She nodded: “I deserve that.”

“And when we walk down the street The wind sings our names in rebel songs. And it's much too late when the fear is gone.”

Something within you sparked at her words, but you pushed the feeling down. You knew better than to make the best of this. If she really meant anything with it, she would have acted on it by now.

Thus, you turned back to your work, replacing the cleaning supplies with a bacta patch, gently tearing the plaster layer off of the bandage. “You make my stress levels fly out of the roof.” You muttered, not noticing the way Ahsoka’s expression softened as she read the worry on your face. She ignored the tug on her heartstrings.

“Sounds like me.” She merely hummed, squeezing her lips together as you applied the bacta patch. You rested your arms on the cot, checking for any more injuries on her body. When you found none, you shifted lightly to level with her face.

“Just… be careful next time?” You spoke, though it sounded more like a question. “And maybe listen to me for once?”

“I will meet you in the Next life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you.”

“I’m sorry,” she apologised genuinely. You should have left it at that. In hindsight you never should have said anything. But something in her eyes made you want to. There was something vulnerable there and you would have been blind if you hadn’t seen it.

“Ahsoka,” you sighed. “We have lost so many things already. Don’t make me lose you too.”

She had noticed it too, that same softness. Not in her eyes, but in yours. Doubt clouded her mind. If there was a time, it was now. You were so close, so genuine, so beautiful. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she was praying to everything out there that you hadn’t heard it. But Anakin did everything for love, and it ended him up some place she never wanted to go. She had to push it down.

“You won’t,” she joked, but went on afterwards in a more serious tone. “I’ll be more careful.”

That was all you needed to hear. You wanted to hear more - of course. But the change in her features was so apparent. She was shutting you out again. Each time you came close, this would happen. You had learned to make peace with it.

“Thank you.”

“I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you. I promise, I promise.”

“But I might fall sometimes, you know?” She teased. “So, you still gotta patch me up.”

And just like that, that look was back. As if it had never left. It seemed more genuine now, more meaningful. You hated how hesitant you were. Maybe if you hadn’t been, you would have actually gotten somewhere. But when she shifted slightly, you could have sworn she did that just to get closer to you.

And when you leaned in, she made no effort to lean back. In fact, she seemed to come even closer. Heat was flushing towards your face as your stomach suddenly felt very light. If you wouldn’t now, when would you?

Your hand inched closer to her as your lips finally connected. It was hesitant, light - almost not there if you hadn’t seen it. But when your hand found her shoulder, she reached to clutch to it, before returning your kiss with a little more pressure, assuring you that this hadn’t been a dream. The moment you tried to turn your hand to intertwine it with hers, she suddenly pulled back, sitting up as she swallowed harshly.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t have.” Ahsoka shook her head, confliction swirling through her mind. “Why did you do that?” “I’m sorry.” You apologised again, cursing yourself for the wrong social cue. “Forget it happened. Impulsive action.”

You didn’t notice the way her face fell upon those words, nor the way her lip trembled lightly. You just continued to rant: “Adrenaline rush. Makes people do crazy things they usually wouldn’t do.” And that was what broke her. Of course; It makes you do crazy things you wouldn’t usually do. Why would you?

She got up from the cot, making her way towards the exit of the tent. “Ahsoka?” You called after her. “I need to get some air.” She managed to get out. “Yeah, no, of course.” You stuttered, now crestfallen on the floor as you watched her leave. “I’ll- uh, I’ll be right here.”

That was the last time you had seen her. You had heard her take off, leaving you at your camp with just a speeder to get you to the nearest village. You lost all contact afterwards.

“I will meet you in the Next Life, I promise you. Where we can be together, I promise you. I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you.”

The walk to her room seemed somewhat comfortable, even though the memories now came flashing back more evident than ever. You wanted to get rid of them. She seemed fine now - surely it wasn’t worth getting worked up about.

“I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.” You spoke as you opened her door. She seemed to have notice the sudden shift while the two of you were walking, and turned to face you as she stood in her door opening: “I’m sorry if I make you nervous.” “No, it’s fine,” You shook off. “It’s been some time.”

She just nodded at that, shooting a quick glance in the room. “Thank you.” She said as she looked back at you. “For allowing me to stay here.” “Of course.” You smiled. “You don’t need to ask.”

When she didn’t respond, you turned slightly, pointing towards a door at the left end of the hall. “If there is anything, and I mean anything, that door is mine.” Then, you turned to leave, offering her a small wave. “Goodnight, Ahsoka.” “I am sorry I left.” She interrupted before you could set a step. “I shouldn’t have.”

One look was cast over your shoulder, though it wasn’t in sadness or frustration; it was a strange combination of remorse and peace: “You don’t need to justify your actions. Not to me.” “You deserve to know why.” She countered, seemingly adamant on making her point.

“Tell me about it tomorrow.” You smiled, an offer she seemed to be okay with. And with that, you continued your path.

“Goodnight, Ahsoka.”

“Goodnight.”

“I promise, I promise.”

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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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We Might Just Get Away With This

Hidden feelings do nothing but build tension, and when Y/n is almost lost, Obi-wan finds that his passion can no longer be contained.

obi-wan kenobi x jedi! reader

she/her pronouns

TW: mentions of violence, choking, secret relationship, anxious feelings, the tiniest bit of angst, it gets a little spicy but there’s no smut.

A/N: This is set between AOTC and ROTS. Also! I watched the first two episodes of Kenobi and I am simping respectfully

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Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments, but after a particularly tense encounter, two jedi aren’t sure they can continue to uphold the code.

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It was stupid, and quite possibly the worst thing that Y/n ever could’ve done.

She was a jedi, and so was he; Jedi don’t fall in love.

Nevertheless, here she was, tossing and turning in her bed over the man who had singlehandedly claimed her heart. It wasn’t a recent development, Y/n had been growing attached to Obi-wan since they were padawans, but for a long time she had denied her feelings over and over again. Recently, however, it had been becoming more and more difficult.

It was entirely Y/n’s fault really; Obi-wan was not a flirtatious man, and he was respectful almost to a fault. But whenever he was close, or he made contact with Y/n, or even when he just looked at her, it made her heart race. It wasn’t like Y/n could avoid him (though she wouldn’t really want to) because the Jedi assigned the two of them on every single mission together. Even when they were at the temple, Obi-wan and Y/n meditated together, trained together, sat next to the other on the council, and even ate together. To the entire world, the two were the best of friends, but every moment Y/n felt herself falling deeper and deeper into love with Obi-wan.

It was fruitless and futile; Kenobi was practically the poster child of the Jedi having adopted next to none of his late master’s rebellious ways. He was a perfect jedi, acting in accordance with the code and doing his best to help his unruly padawan and friend do the same. Sometimes Y/n found herself envying Anakin and Padme, who despite being very prominent people, were happily married and carrying on their secret relationship. Y/n’s lips were sealed, but sometimes she wanted to say to Obi-wan, “If they can do it, why can’t we?” But Obi-wan was the Sun and Anakin was the moon, and there was no way the former would ever do something so completely out of line and crazy.

Despite her ever growing affections, Y/n had managed to keep them relatively under control; until today. Obi-wan and Y/n had been assigned to go to a Republic planet and investigate rumors of Sith terrorizing the locals. Everything seemed routine and nothing out of order, and there appeared to be no signs of actual Sith. Just as the pair were returning to their ship, however, they were ambushed.

Blaster fire hit the door as Y/n reached for the panel, and immediately she turned in sync with Obi-wan as they ignited their lightsabers. Blocking the blasts, Y/n took to the right side of the group, throwing the main firer against a nearby tree. After taking care of the first couple of attackers, the rest of the group ran off, clearly seeing that attacking a jedi was not as easy as they had thought. Y/n was about to see if Obi-wan needed help, when suddenly a harsh strike to her wrist made Y/n drop her lightsaber. Turning quickly, Y/n didn’t have time to react as a large hand grabbed her neck and squeezed. Y/n gasped, the pressuring crushing her windpipe and making it hard to breathe; terrified and not thinking clearly, her hands clawed at her attacker, desperate to breathe again.

A gasp escaped the attacker as a lightsaber blade went through his sternum, the blue light reflecting on his contorted face. With a push, Y/n ripped his hands from off her neck, gasping to fill her lungs with air as she watched him fall to the ground. Looking to her savior, Y/n saw Obi-wan; his blue eyes were dark, and there was an indiscernible look that Y/n had never seen in her friend before.

“Are you alright?” Obi-wan’s voice was low as he stepped close to Y/n, and if she hadn’t been so close to dying she might’ve swooned.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Swallowing hard, Y/n froze as Obi-wan’s hands reached out to her. His fingers softly moved along her neck, gently brushing over where bruises would surely eventually form. He was so close that Y/n could see every detail; his forehead was furrowed in concentration, and there was a faint scar above his eyebrow, evidence from a previous battle. Y/n was sure Obi-wan could hear her heart beating loudly inside her chest; despite the pain in her throat, she found herself longing to succumb to Obi-wan’s touch. The energy between their two bodies was like lightning, and the tension was palpable in the air.

Then suddenly, Obi-wan dropped his hands and turned around, walking into the ship. Y/n’s chest rose and fell, a rollercoaster of emotions rushing over her. Trying to clear her mind, Y/n retrieved her lightsaber and followed after Obi-wan. The two said nothing during the entire journey back, and Obi-wan had refused to look at Y/n during their debriefing. He had proceeded to make himself scarce for the rest of the day, and now Y/n found herself pining over Obi-wan as she sat alone in the darkened glow of her nighttime lamp.

A soft knock on the door interrupted Y/n’s racing train of thoughts, and it was so quiet that she thought she had imagined it. Yet there it was again, so very gentle but still there. Getting up, Y/n opened the door, only for it to reveal a very disheveled Obi-wan. His hair was out of place, and he was dressed in loose black pants and a v-neck shirt. Somehow Obi-wan managed to look as gorgeous as ever, but Y/n tried to remain focused on why he was at her room in the middle of the night. Y/n stepped to the side to allow Obi-wan to enter the room. He cautiously entered, walking straight back until he reached the window. Y/n shut the door behind him, and again the tension from earlier returned. Y/n remained quiet, waiting for her late-night visitor to say something.

Obi-wan turned, and once again Y/n saw that dark look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again. Taking a deep breath in, Obi-wan was about to say something, only for him to was again remain silent. Looking at the ground, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“How are you feeling?”

That was it, the most basic question in the galaxy. Deciding to also ignore whatever the heck was going on, Y/n went with the casual conversation. “A little sore, but I’m alive so I can’t complain.” Nervously she laughed, trying to lighten the conversation.

Obi-wan nodded, but is was obvious his mind wasn’t really there.

“Is everything al-”

“I’m sorry.”

Y/n was taken aback by the abrupt apology. “Excuse me?”

Anxiously Obi-wan ran a hand through his hair. “I should’ve been there, I should have been more prepared, none of this should’ve happened.”

“Hey hey hey, stop that.” Y/n walked closer to the distressed man and placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them as she tried to sooth him. “There was nothing more you could’ve done, it was a surprise for both of us. What matters is we made it out okay.”

“But you’re not okay, your neck-”

“Like I said, I’m still alive; and in this line of work, that's more than I can ask for. You saved me, and I thank you for that.”

“He touched you.”

Y/n shook her head, trying to understand. “What?”

Obi-wan stepped forward, his body so close that Y/n could feel the heat radiating off of it. “No one is allowed to touch you.”

Obi-wan felt like he was loosing it, barely able to concentrate when Y/n was so close. He internally struggled, trying hard to keep his gaze on her eyes when her top’s strap was falling off her shoulder and the neckline followed the curve of her breasts. Obi-wan knew he had no right, but everything about Y/n drove him crazy. She was never not the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, and every day he had slowly fallen more and more in love with her. Obi-wan had felt absolutely feral when he saw that man’s hands around Y/n’s neck, almost taking away the most precious thing to Obi-wan. It was wrong, oh it was so wrong, but after today Obi-wan didn’t care.

“Do you know how much I have suffered because of you?”

Y/n blinked rapidly, trying to understand what Obi-wan was saying. “I have never meant to caused you pain, Obi-wan. You are my dearest friend and-”

“Don’t say that.” Obi-wan’s chest rose and fell rapidly, and he looked positively heartbroken. “It has never been your fault, it’s me, I have behaved atrociously, oh maker.” Running a hand over his face, Obi-wan desperately tried to compose himself. He knew he wasn’t saying it right, he knew he was making a mess of things, but he found himself at a loss for words.

When his gaze returned to Y/n’s, Obi-wan found nothing but concern and adoration in her eyes. Gather his courage, he softly spoke in a rush. “It is I who should be apologizing. You have given me nothing but the greatest of friendships, and I have allowed my personal feelings to overcome logic. I have not only compromised myself, but also you, especially here tonight. For too long I have tried to contain my emotions, to snuff them out, but instead they have consumed every part of me. When I realized how close I was to losing you today, I became acutely aware of the fact that I could be stuck with my silence forevermore. It is deeply unfair, but I ask for your patience as I unburden myself of these innermost feelings. I expect no return, but they must be put out in the open or else I fear I shall die from them.”

Anxiously Obi-wan searched Y/n’s face for any sign of discomfort or repulsion, but she seemed almost welcoming to his intentions. Taking this as a sign to continue, Obi-wan proceeded with his speech.

“For as long as I can remember Y/n, you have been my greatest friend; somewhere along the way, however, my feelings for you shifted from platonic to romantic. Despite my best intentions, I continue to fall in love with you every day. You are absolutely perfect in my eyes, and indeed you are the most brilliant, intelligent, caring, and dare I say beautiful person I have ever met. There is no where that feels more like home than you, and I do not think all the spice users in the galaxy could be more addicted than I am to you. I would give up the sun for your laughter and my own life for your happiness. Every moment I spend with you is more incredible than the last, and every day I must be apart from you is complete agony. You are the object of all my desires and the person I wish to devote myself completely to. Our code would have me cut you out of my life, but never before have I felt more right than by your side. If you said the word, I would leave the order right now and never look back.”

Here Obi-wan took a deep breath, overcome with the strength of his own feelings. “If any of my words or affections have been offensive to you, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. If my feelings have repulsed you, say the word and I will leave you at once, and never again will I discomfort you as I have tonight. I only ask that you put me out of my agony and make your own feelings clear now.”

While Y/n had remained silent during the entirety of Obi-wan’s speech, inside she felt her heart swell and her body flood with joy. The very affections that he was now professing was the same that Y/n had harbored for so long.

With tears threatening to spill over, Y/n smiled at Obi-wan. “I have loved you from the very first day Obi-wan, and I do not think I could ever stop loving you.”

A smile grew on Obi-wan’s face, and he practically beamed with joy. Taking Y/n in his arms, he spun her around and around until they were both laughing. Setting her back down, he kept his arms around her waist and just took her face in. Y/n slid her hands up from Obi-wan’s neck to his cheeks, holding his face between her palms. Unsure of who leaned in first, their lips connected, and immediately sparks ignited within their souls. Softly and gently they kissed, neither having had this contact with another person before. Carefully they explored the sensation, enjoying the feeling of their lips touching.

Obi-wan pulled away, looking over Y/n to see if this was okay. Gently she brushed his nose with her’s, letting him know that she was fine with the direction this was taking.

Suddenly Obi-wan’s hands slid down from Y/n’s waist to her thighs, and he pulled at them. Following his direction, Y/n jumped and wrapped her legs around Obi-wan’s torso, her arms wrapping around his neck. Once again Obi-wan pressed his lips to Y/n’s, this time more assured and confident in his actions. This time, there was no hesitation or caution; over and over Obi-wan kissed Y/n, this time their mouths moving together in tandem. Caught up in the sensation, Obi-wan walked forward until Y/n’s back hit the wall. She gasped at the contact, but she quickly reconnected her lips to Obi-wan’s.

His fingers dug into Y/n’s thighs, gripping onto the them tightly without hurting her. She was wearing sleep shorts, and Obi-wan enjoyed feeling the texture of her skin as his fingers splayed over her thighs. His touch sent goosebumps along Y/n’s skin, the sensation of the skin to skin contact thrilling her.

Obi-wan’s lips left Y/n’s, moving to press kisses all over her face; first her cheek, then brushing along her nose, to her eye, to the corner of her mouth, and then Obi-wan trailed his lips along Y/n’s jaw, pressing kisses all the way down to her chin and then up the other side. Y/n’s back arched at the contact, her head tilting back to give easier access.

For a moment Obi-wan pulled away, his lidded eyes looking over the woman he loved. Gently he guided her legs back to the ground, and he let her go with a smirk. As he backed away, Y/n felt a little bit of a fire and boldness within her chest; moving towards him, she pressed her palm against Obi-wan’s chest and gave him a gentle push. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, buckling and forcing him to sit. Climbing on top of him, Y/n straddled his hips as it was her turn to tease him. Carefully she hovered her lips over his own, so close yet not quite touching. Obi-wan made a noise and tried to claim her lips, but Y/n moved back just in time. She bit her bottom lip, trying to contain the smile that was growing.

Y/n softly squealed as she felt Obi-wan grab onto her hips, digging his fingers into the soft skin as he pulled her impossibly closer. Her cry was cut short as he pressed his lips to hers; sighing deeply, the two relaxed into the touch, enjoying having the other so close.

Suddenly Obi-wan fell backwards, pulling Y/n down with him. Laughing, she curled up into his side, head resting on his chest. Obi-wan’s fingers ran over her hip, tracing invisible patterns on the cloth covering them. Y/n’s hand clutched onto his shirt, feeling the fabric beneath her touch.

“I’ve just made your life a whole lot harder you know.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n huffed as she propped up onto her elbow. “My life was hard enough trying to not be in love with you, I hardly think keeping a secret relationship with you will be any harder.”

Obi-wan smiled at Y/n’s declaration, but still his eyebrows pulled together in concern. “We interact with some powerful jedi every day, if they sense any indication of our affections, we could be in some serious trouble.”

“Then we’ll figure it out together. My life has been infinitely better since knowing you, and I can only imagine it will get better now that I get to love you too.”

Obi-wan’s smile grew as he felt his beloved’s lips press a kiss to his bearded cheek, and he sighed in contentment as he allowed himself to relax into her mattress. “If Anakin ever finds out about us, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“About that......how do you feel about double dates?”

“WHAT-”

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acciopietro · 2 years

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night hike - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! henderson! reader

summary: the pair of you get lost in the woods, and it is entirely eddie’s fault.

word count: 1291

tw: none! mention of demo-dogs and smoking but nothing else

a/n: reader is dustin’s sister but it’s not a giant part of the plot. guys stranger things has consumed every fiber of my being so i apologize if the pietro requests take a while to come out. it’s hard to think ab anything else aside from steve and ROBIN omfg if im honest. anyways hope u enjoy :)

“HOW LONG HAVE WE BEEN walking for?” you whined, tilting your head back and dragging your feet against the grass-littered dirt like a child. A few steps ahead of you was Eddie, holding his compass out with furrowed brows. He scratched his head.

“Dunno. Somethin’s up with the damn compass,” he muttered.

“Good, so we’re lost,” you ran your fingers across your scalp. Wrapping your arms around your torso, you glanced feverishly about you, the woods becoming darker with every step you took as the sun prepared to descend from its place within the orangey-pink sky. “Wonderful. Really super awesome. I have to be home by dinner time, y’know.”

“I know, I know. I’ll getcha home by then,” he told you, lips curling up. “What, is alone time with me so bad?”

“No,” you muttered, turning around so he couldn’t see your cheeks burning pink. “My mom’ll kill me and so will Dustin once he finds out where I was. Am.”

“Don’t stress, mkay?” Eddie said, eyes flickering between down at his compass and up at the endless woods that surrounded the pair of you. Adjusting the strap around his chest, he said, “I’m like sixty-five-percent sure we go that way.”

“Wow, a whopping sixty-five-percent. You’ve got me relaxed already,” you said dryly, but following nonetheless. The leaves rustled behind you, causing you to snap your head to the source; the wind had tousled them about themselves. You sighed. “I’m starting to regret this.”

“No way,” he denied. “I taught you a solid minute and a half of ‘Holy Diver’. That’s good, easy, shit, okay?”

“I just don’t get why we had to go so deep in the woods for you to teach me Dio on guitar,” you shrugged. Eddie rolled his eyes. “Besides, I wanted to learn the other song. The Metallica one.”

“‘Master of Puppets’ is way too hard for a beginner,” he said matter-of-factly. “Patience, you must have, my young Padawan.”

You stared at him blankly.

“Star-Wars,” he clarified. You blinked. “Yoda.”

“I know, Eddie,” you sighed, watching as he shoved his compass into his pocket.

Shrugging his hands into his pockets and slowing his pace so he’d match his with yours, he casted his gaze across the forest tranquilly, warm brown eyes calm and collected. The sunset’s canvas of colors coated across the leaves and branches of the forest, painting a layer of pinky-orange on both your skins. You glanced at Eddie, whose face was pleasantly staring off. Your stomach pleasurably flipped.

“Any idea if this is the right way?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” he said unconvincingly. Squinting his eyes, he pointed up ahead. “See, look. Skull Rock.”

“Okay...” you trailed off, watching as Skull Rock came further into view.

You felt your face get hot at the idea of you and Eddie being at such a location by yourselves; Skull Rock was Hawkins’ most popular make-out spot, and you hadn’t really gotten the impression that Eddie liked you like that. You figured he’d want someone more wild than you.

You hadn’t gotten to know him until Dustin brought him around before their first very D&D campaign, but you had known him from school due to his infamous “freak” status, and due to the fact that he intimidated you. It wasn’t until you crossed paths with Eddie more often that you realized he wasn’t how everyone painted him out to be; he was actually sweet when he wanted to be, and kind. And cute. He still scared you a bit.

Eddie paused at the foot of the largest rock, placing his hands on his hips and staring up at it. You pursed your lips, standing behind him, unsure of what to do. Was he trying to pull something? He didn’t bring you here to hook-up, did he? It didn’t feel like a move he’d pull; maybe if you had gotten lost with Steve Harrington, you would’ve expected it, but from Eddie? No way.

“So,” you rocked on your toes. Eddie turned around, chestnut brown hair being tousled by the breeze. “What do we do now that you’ve gotten us lost?”

Eddie shrugged, strolled around the rocks with his hands slumped in his pockets. “Dunno. Smoke?”

You scoffed. “No. My mom will smell it on me in a heartbeat.”

He lifted his hands up in defense and said, “Just an idea. Why d’you seem so tense? S’just me.”

You mimicked him and shrugged.

“Is it the woods? You scared?” he teased, his lips twitching up into a smirk. You shook your head defiantly. “Oh, you so are.”

“No, I’m not,” you lied. It’s not like you could tell him that the woods freaked you out since you were almost eaten by a demo-dog in them two years ago. Eddie gave you a look of disbelief. “I’m not!”

“Mmhm,” he said, chuckling, his eyes veering off behind you. Brows furrowing, he stared off behind you, before his eyes grew wide, terrified. His jaw dropped and he took a staggered step back. You furrowed your brow. “Y/N— Y/N, run!”

Heart jumping and face growing pale, you whipped your head around to see nothing at all. Behind you, Eddie’s laughter grew. Clenching your jaw, you huffed and turned back around. Stepping forward, you whacked him hard on the arm. He flinched and rubbed the spot on his bicep where you hit him; when you went to strike again, he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Not funny, ass-hat!” you chastised him as he grasped at your wrist.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he told you, stepping forward a bit and gently placing your hand down at your side. You were still angry with him, but his newfound proximity to you didn’t make you feel less shaken. “I’ll stop, all right?”

You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around your torso again, eyes still flitting about the now dark woods. Your chest still tightened when in the woods, flashbacks of demo-dogs sprinting towards you and Steve sparking in your head. Grabbing Dustin and pulling him back to avoid getting swiped by the claws of one of those devils. The feeling of those same claws slicing across your chest like a seatbelt.

“You okay?” he eyed you. Pointing to your face, he said, “You’re all pale all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, m’fine,” you said, glancing once to your left. Eddie furrowed his brows. You stared at him, watching his warm eyes stare down at yours, searching for something. You shifted your gaze to your feet, kicking the dirt. “You were right, okay? The woods do freak me out a bit... at least when it's dark...”

Eddie frowned, staring at you for a long moment. After a pregnant pause filled with him staring despondently at your frowning face and his hands itching at his sides, he sighed and closed his eyes.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

He nudged your shoulder and turned around, back in the direction the pair of you came from. Confused, you followed and said, “Isn’t that the wrong way?”

“Nope,” he said shortly. “This is right.”

You jogged up next to him. “I thought you said we were lost.”

“Yeah, well,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I, uh... miraculously now know where we are and how to get back.”

You blinked, walking in silence with him for a moment. “You... we were never lost, were we?”

“...nope.”

“Well... why did you say we were?” you asked. “I got freaked out, Eddie, my mom would’ve killed me—”

“Because I wanted to spend time with you, okay?” he sheepishly but abruptly. You stopped talking, lips parted. You were almost certain you heard him wrong. “We only hung out for like two hours, and... and I didn’t want you to go, so I figured I’d give us an hour or so by getting lost.”

“Oh,” you said quietly. “I... I would’ve just stayed longer, if you only said so.”

“It’s not that simple, okay?” he told you, now avoiding your eyes.

“Well, explain it to me, then,” you said, trying to catch his gaze. He stared at the ground in front of him as the pair of you walked. When he didn’t say anything, you went on and said, “I didn’t think you wanted to teach me. I ended it ‘cause I thought you were annoyed.”

He shot you a look. “That is... like, so incredibly far from the truth.”

“And that is...?” you tried. He pursed his lips.

“Look, it’s... not important,” Eddie said, shaking his head and fiddling with the guitar strap around his chest. You frowned, dragging your feet again. You felt him glance at you, eyes apprehensive. A minute later, you heard him sharply inhale before saying, “The truth is... I just... like you, all right?”

You glanced at him. He looked away.

“And I didn’t want you to leave,” he pressed further. “Because I know you’ll just... go home, and... forget about me and go talk on the phone with some pretty boy who plays golf or some shit and then Dustin will totally shit on me about how his sister would never go for someone like... like me.”

You kept walking, silent for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him run a hand through his hair, gripping it almost anxiously before letting his hand drop at his side. He glanced at you for a split second before hastily looking away again.

“What makes you say that?” you finally said. He only looked at you. “Golf is stupid, first off. And second off, don’t trust anything that little shit says, because he just likes to meddle in other people's business.”

“Yeah, well, he sounded pretty convincing,” Eddie breathed.

“He’s an asshole,” you reassured him, sending him a glance through your eyelashes, lips curling up. He, too, let himself smile a bit as the pair of you walked. “I, uhm… kinda… like you too. And Dustin said you’d never go for someone as lame as me.”

Eddie scrunched up his brows but grinned. “Oh, wow. He is a little shit.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed. The pair of you continued to walk until the small lot where Eddie’s bike and your car were parked came into your line of vision. Eddie was grinning dopily to himself, not saying much of anything else as you walked. “Hey, do you, er... mind teaching me the rest of ‘Holy Diver’ sometime?”

“Wouldn’t mind at all,” he flashed his teeth in a grin. “Maybe we’ll start somethin’ harder, too.”

“‘Master of Puppets?’”

“Well, no,” he shook his head. “Not that hard. But... we could get there. It would just mean more time alone at Skull Rock.”

“Okay,” you pressed your lips together to hold back a flustered beam. “I could probably handle that.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup,” you glanced at him as you approached your car. “You wanna ride?”

“I got this old girl,” he kicked the tire of his rusted bike. You gave him a deadpanned look.

“Put her in the trunk and get in the car,” you demanded, to which he raised a single brow and lifted his hands up in defense before picking up the old, too-small bike and putting her in the trunk of your mother’s SUV.

“Whatever you say, m’lady.”

If it were anyone else, you thought to yourself. He might have been intimidating with his ripped denim jeans and chains on his waistband, but at his core, he was just a little dork. You could get used to it.

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a/n: something short and sweet to feed you guys whilst i start trying to tackle the beast that is my inbox

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kittimau · 2 years

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Can I be super nosy and ask what you’re working on atm? 😏 also can we scream about anakin and his adorable little haircut in the tales of the Jedi trailer 😭😭😭 he’s so cute! That’s his post padawan hair and I’m weak, your honour!

Of course! I always welcome questions 💙

Right now I'm rotating between multiple WIPs.

Troubled Water is very much a long-game project. It's also a very self-indulgent one. It does have a thorough outline and planned ending, but since it is more of a personal project with no external deadline, I'm taking my time with it.

There's another long project I have that is a time-travel AU with post-RotJ Vader being transplanted back into his younger body during the Clone Wars era. It's been sitting for a while in favor of other things, but I'd like to pick it back up by this winter. It already has a first chapter and will probably be similar to TW in terms of time, length, and planning.

Let Go and Unleash has a final chapter in the works. I keep changing my mind on things and there's a lot of pressure to make the finale perfect so that's why it's taking a while, but I made a decent amount of progress on it in the past week. Tbh the main issue is getting out of my perfectionist head about it and just letting the smut do its thing lol.

The next (and slightly shorter) project I'm looking to publish soon is inspired by a fanart by the lovely Bakaramia. It's a reverse AU with Padawan Obi-Wan and Master Anakin, and has a fresh take on the dynamic that I found really interesting and couldn't help diving into. Also just... 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I have multiple claims for Obikin Fest, one of which I've mentioned here before, but I kinda want to keep any further details on those a surprise for now. I'm also organizing some of the ideas I already have on a list to see which I might be able to apply to my Obikin Bingo card, atop keeping my eyes open for future prompts.

So, yeah! That's what I'm working on right now. It's a lot! But aside from attempting to be patient and kind to myself about their progress, I am very confident about the ideas themselves and really can't wait to share them with y'all. From fluffy to kinky, there's sure to be a lil something for everyone.

And yes!!! I've been having so many feels about short haired Anakin and mullet Obi-Wan, I mean—

LOOK AT THEM 😭🥹 THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

We have seriously been lacking in content for them in this time period so I am RAVENOUS OK (I'm also really looking forward to hitting this point in Troubled Water, for reasons)

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me for today lmao. Thanks so much for the question Anon, and I hope you have a wonderful week! 💙

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lcstinthestars · 1 year

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Introducing Senator Padme Amidala

tw : Death mention

THE BASICS;

NAME: Padme Amidala Naberrie

ALIAS(ES): Padme

AGE: Twenty-Seven

PRONOUNS & GENDER: Female She/Her

BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: Libra

FACECLAIM: Lily Collins

AESTHETICS: A fire in her eyes that burns bright and draws you in. A smile that floods the room with warmth and life. An infectious personality that urges you to join her in any adventure she brings forth. A stubbornness that would make her stare down a god for her own belief.

A DEEPER LOOK;

BACKGROUND: Padme was always destined for civil service. When she was just twelve she desired to enact change in Naboo this lead to her desire to be Queen of Naboo. At age 14 she became the youngest Queen in Naboo history under the guidance (manipulation) of Senator Palpatine. Palpatine helped her become Queen believing she’d play right into his hands, but he could never estimate how hard it would be to control the young Queen. Padme sought to globalize Naboo and began making trade agreements outside of their galaxy network. This lead to a blockade of Naboo by the Trade Federation under the orders of Darth Sidious. Due to Padme’s tactical skills, she had surrounded herself with body doubles that could all swap out and portray each other with ease. Each Handmaiden was trained with hand to hand combat skills and blaster training. No one could spot the difference between the Maidan’s, they master speaking similarly and even walking the exact same way. Sabe was Padme’s prime double and when the incursion occurred. They swapped places for the foreseeable future. Padme and her handmaidens were rescued by Qui Gon Jin and his Padawan Obi Wan. With the intent of bringing them to the Senate to plead their case before the Chancellor. With a brief pit stop on Tatooine, she came across Anakin Skywalker for the first time. A young boy who had a good heart in her eyes. Padme fell under Senator Palpatine’s manipulation when she agreed to call a vote of no confidence in the sitting Chancellor and give her nomination to Palpatine to take his seat. Leading him to become the acting Chancellor during the entirety of The Clone Wars. Padme returned to Naboo and finished her reign after the Blockade was lifted. Later joining the Senate at the request of her successor and would later serve in the Senate till her death. Padme became a thorn in the Dark Side during her time in the Senate. Leading to a death contract being taken out on her head, leading to the death of one of her trusted Hand Maidens who stuck by her side as she ventured into the Senate. This brought her back into Anakin Skywalkers life, when The Council was requested to provide her a Jedi-Body guard. Anakin and Padme became close during this time and started a relationship in secret that would lead to her death and the birth of her twins. Padme couldn’t fathom Anakin turning to the Dark Side but when faced with proof provided by Obi-Wan she sought him out herself. She stared the monster he became in the face and lost consciousness. Padme later awoke aboard the Cambria. No kids, No husband and just a new life faced before her. Padme has been creating her own life here, hoping to cancel out the horrors her husband had done.

WEAPONS: Blaster, three plasma daggers.

POWERS/ABILITIES/SKILLS: Tactical Genius, Politically Motivated Brain, Blaster Training, Combat Proficient

GREATEST STRENGTH: Her belief in the good that people can do.

GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW: Her love can blind her to the truth.

ONE FEAR: Her children are gone.

ONE HOPE: That she did enough good back home that the Republic was able to be rebuilt without her.

HEADCANON(S): Padme has spent her whole life being underestimated by those around her. She often uses this to her advantage. Padme often gets looks as Head of Security on the Ship but she runs a tight ship. Her guards meet daily for training, she personally reviews every file or piece of paperwork that comes across her desk. She has her teams back and will take on any challenge with them.

THE QUESTIONNAIRE;

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT BEING DROPPED INTO THE CAMBRIA PROGRAM? ARE THEY EXCITED? SUSPICIOUS? CONFUSED? : Terrified at first but motivated to do some good.

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER HOPE TO SEE THE MOST DURING THE CAMBRIA ONE’S JOURNEY? : Home.

IF YOUR CHARACTER COULD BRING ONE THING OR PERSON FROM HOME, WHAT WOULD IT BE? : She’d bring her children.

#cambria:intro #muse: Padme Amidala

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tragedy-for-sale · 2 years

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Origin of an Error

Is it a mistake to ignore it all? To ignore the screams of a dead man, the racing of his heart, the truth in a lie.

Bit of a TW at the end for an analogy with thread and needles and stitching up wounds.

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Joining the Jedi Council was a big deal, it was something so many Jedi would strive for but never reach. Obi-Wan hadn't ever planned on chasing a seat on the council, he knew how Qui-Gon felt and sometimes that's all Obi-Wan heard, Qui-Gon's bitter voice scolding him in his head. Obi-Wan found a comfort in it, truly, he did, "But I'm going to accept, Master. I know why you didn't and you know why I must-" All morning he'd argued with his reflection, recombing his hair over and over, putting it up, and yanking it out.

"I don't wanna hear it-" Obi-Wan sighed as he let his hair fall, "I can make my own choices Master, even if it's one you don't agree with." Looking down, he shook his head, accepting the invitation was the right choice. Obi-Wan knew it was, but for some reason, it didn't feel like it. Looking into the mirror again he felt his heart begin to race, that's what it was.

No one ever told him to his face, for that would spiral him, no one would ever tell him, but Obi-Wan carried much of Qui-Gon in him, and sometimes, again, no one dared to say it, he looked like his dead master. If only for a moment, out of the corner of one's eyes, his hair, mannerisms and posture, all the little things Obi-Wan forgot about his master lived again through him. But no one ever told him and no one ever would, for as Obi-Wan took a blade and cut away the first strand of hair, it became apparent that if anyone were to mention such an observation, that he was the spitting imagine of his master, he'd surely lose it. Right on the spot. For Obi-Wan made that observation now, and in his sorrow he took a blade and cut his hair off.

Obi-Wan cut each strand away in a frantic desperation, this was his choice. He was making it on his own, each strand of hair that fell was because of something he'd done. He was doing this all on his own. But each time he caught his reflection, his heart skipped a beat as he saw his Master watching him from behind. He must be terribly disappointed in me-

He cut his hair and he was almost proud of his work, but he would never truly be proud because he knew Qui-Gon wouldn't be. Or maybe he would be, maybe he is, but Obi-Wan would never believe such a thought. He combed his freshly cut hair then smiled. He smiled wider and wider until his smile fell and he let out a sob. Burying his face in his hands, he turned away from the mirror and sobbed.

Obi-Wan had hidden away in his room for a majority of the day. He'd collected himself and once he had, he went back to clean up his new haircut. When he finished, he applauded his timing for his com went off, Anakin was finally back from Naboo. Obi-Wan smiled, he hurried to put on his boots and his robe, putting the hood up so he wouldn't get stopped on the way to Anakin.

The two met on a balcony. "Anakin!" Obi-Wan greeted his padawan with a hug, "How are you?"

"Obi-Wan, I'm good, and you, Master?" Anakin smiled as he hugged Obi-Wan back. Anakin would never be able to tell Obi-Wan just how good he actually was, he was a married man now.

"I'm doing well, come now, we have much to catch up on." Obi-Wan took one of Anakin's bags and the two headed inside.

When they got back to Anakin's room, he took his bag from Obi-Wan and started to unpack. His mind raced with all the things he could tell Obi-Wan. He hadn't wanted to leave but he couldn't wait to see his master again. "Oh, I went swimming like everyday and-" Anakin turned around and a giddy smile took over his face as he looked at his Master, who'd finally taken off his hood, "You cut your hair-"

Obi-Wan made a face before a small smile broke out, "Oh, yes, it appears I have." He had forgotten about it, he'd also forgotten about this morning. "That's not the most exciting thing to happen though." Obi-Wan began, his smiling growing as he remembered, "They offered me a seat on the Jedi Council, Anakin, I was waiting for you to return so you may be there when I accept it."

Anakin's face lit up, "Master, that's awesome." He walked over to Obi-Wan and gave him a hug, "Member of the Jedi Council, Obi-Wan Kenobi." Anakin hyped him up, "That's why you got a sick haircut then?"

"Oh, absolutely." Obi-Wan's smile was silly, feeling good about this honor for the first time since he found out and all it took was for Anakin to come home. "- What about you, Anakin, no doubt you did something exciting?"

"Nothing as cool as you, Master." Anakin sighed, walking back over to his luggage, "I ate a lot and swam without waiting twenty minutes afterwards." He joked, getting a laugh out of his Master. Anakin hadn't asked, but something troubling clouded Obi-Wan's mind, perhaps the council invitation, but Obi-Wan seemed really excited about it, so Anakin didn't know what it could be. "-I also didn't make my bed once." He crossed his arms and almost seemed prideful.

"Oh, I see, you broke rules the entire time," Obi-Wan laughed as he pulled his robe over him, "I'm glad you're back home, Anakin, I missed you." Obi-Wan walked over and sat on Anakin's bed, to which he did the same.

"..What's on your mind?"

"Accepting the invitation, it's the right choice?" Obi-Wan asked, looking at Anakin. If Anakin was offered a seat on the council, would he take it? Absolutely. Obi-Wan knew Anakin would, but himself? He wanted to, but he had reasons not to. Or rather, he had Qui-Gon's reasons not to.

"Well, it's what you want, right?" Anakin looked over. He never liked the council all that much. He thought fondly of everyone on the council of course, but they weren't as open as the Jedi were supposed to be. Instead, they lied and hid things, and Anakin hated that because he knew it was because they had to. "Do you want to?"

"I do-" Obi-Wan answered, not a trace of hesitation in his voice, but all the same, something pulled at him to decline. He didn't understand why Qui-Gon had said 'no' all those years ago, but he did now. "I do" Obi-Wan said again, if only to convince himself.

"Then do it." Anakin shrugged, "You can always change your mind later but if you don't take it now, someone else surely will." He still couldn't place what was bugging his master. For even though his reassurance did just that, something pulled at Obi-Wan, something Anakin couldn't reassure out of him. Which was something new, for Obi-Wan was always okay after the reassurance of others. After his assurance, at least.

Anakin was waiting for Obi-Wan to nod and agree, then to dismiss it and carry on his merry way. But that lying composure never came, only a silence over came. Their silence never bothered either of them, until now that is. Anakin's smile twitched as he realized he didn't make Obi-Wan smile. He always smiled. Anakin realized, perhaps for the first time in his life, that while he thought he was Obi-Wan's happiness, while he knew he was Obi-Wan's smile, that meant nothing. He wasn't making Obi-Wan happy, and that scared him, would he ever make his master happy again? Anakin felt a fear settle in him, he was failing.

They never sat in silence when Obi-Wan was in pieces. When Obi-Wan was covered in open wounds, Anakin's smile gave him the strength to continue his charade. Obi-Wan would laugh and joke while he was falling apart. For many years now, Obi-Wan was always able to stitch himself together, all it took was Anakin's smile. But Obi-Wan never picked up his thread and needle to stitch himself up, he left the wound bleeding and Anakin didn't know how to throw stitch, all he knew was how to smile. So all Anakin could really do, was nothing. So Obi-Wan was going to bleed out,

And there was nothing he could do

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subtle-like-a-brick-to-the-face · 3 years

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CodyWan Week Day 3: Culture/Language (TW for mentions of slavery/child slavery) @codywanweek

Cody had known of course, intellectually, that Force users were highly valued to bounty hunters and slavers, it was just something taught to command train vode.

He finds that knowing something intellectually and seeing the scars across his General’s neck and chest, his spine and belly, are so different he can barely breathe past his clenched teeth. His men will know, Rex will know, how to protect their Jedi, how to protect Commander Tano.

If the scum of the galaxy already said “kill the Master before going after the Padawan” so easily, it had nothing on what Cody and his brothers would do if they came anywhere near their aliit.

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hellotherekenobi · 3 years

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───high and dry.

summary: no one can predict what day will be their last, and you don’t want any regrets. it looks like now is as good a time as any to tell obi-wan all you’ve wanted.

tw: angst, mentions of death and injury.

ONESHOT. ⟶ 2,375 WORDS.

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There were plenty of feelings you didn’t enjoy. Disappointment, heartbreak, when you step in a puddle with your socks on. Maybe that last one was the worst, but nothing compares to pain. Real pain. Throbbing pain. The kind that leaves your fingertips tainted red as you try to steady your breaths and keep a clear head. The kind that leaves you with that one dreadful question no one should have to answer: am I going to die?

Yes, says the voice in your head. Yes, if you don’t move. It’s a fiery feeling that bursts at your side when you try to move an inch to the left, something that rips a yelp from your throat that you couldn’t have kept down even if you had tried. It burns but you don’t stop. You keep moving, dragging yourself along the wet ground, nails digging into the mud, until you’re beside the hole. That damned hole that you fell down. Though, that was an understatement. You were pushed down.

Despite the rasp, you call out. Help! Was anyone still there? You couldn’t care less at this moment if the person who remained standing on top was the very same person that ran you through, you just called out with all the might you had and hoped that if anyone would hear you, it would be Obi-Wan.

There was a thud only moments before that came after the sizzle of a lightsaber, and you knew that someone had won the fight. The question kept poking at your mind as you called out, but you were already as good as dead even if a threatening face dropped down to greet you. You didn’t take care to the other question that promised to tear you apart at the answer; if Obi-Wan was the victor or victim. Was he already dead? You’d rather waste away if it were true.

Then came another sound, of someone inching down the hole as small clusters of dirt sprinkled from beneath their boots. You moved your head to the side as you waited, hoping for good. A single slither of dirt came crumbling down as the figure dropped to their feet a little further from where you sat, grunting at the impact. They were weakened from the fight, no doubt, but it was only until they called out your name did you know who it was, and your questions were answered.

“Obi-Wan!” you groan, voice barely loud enough.

You try to move but the effort is too much, being poked by that fiery feeling yet again.

He rushes to your side, skidding along the mud to kneel beside you and raise a hand above your wound. “Oh Maker, no.” he breathes, something unsteady.

“I should have blocked it,” you say.

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You couldn’t have.”

“I could have fought harder.”

“You fought well.”

“Not well enough.” it’s almost a groan when you say it. Obi-Wan shushes you but you don’t let him. “It doesn’t look good for me.”

“Stop.” he emphasizes, seeing as you ignored his attempts to quieten you. “You’re going to be fine.”

As much as you wanted to believe that, the chances of you being fine were much too slim to get your hopes up. There was only two outcomes of calling for help and one of them was not surviving this. Now that Obi-Wan is here, you’re wondering if you should have simply rolled over and accepted fatality. You couldn’t bare to actually look at the damage, but you know that even calling it a scratch wouldn’t lighten the mood. It was deep. Too deep.

He assesses your wound with more concentration, as if it had changed since the last time he looked. The only thing that changes is how much blood continues to seep out. You’re sure you’re covered in it, coating the ground as well. Despite the amount, Obi-Wan doesn’t give in. He keeps trying to push against the odds.

“If I can just stop the bleeding,” he starts, and you know it’s going to be your turn to shush him.

“Obi-Wan...”

“Keep it wrapped,” he continues. “Then get you out of here.”

“Obi-Wan,” it’s as firm as you can say it. “Look at me.”

He hesitates at first, breathing heavily as if he needs to catch up from all the words he just spoke. You notice the way he’s shaking, ever so much that you’d have to know him well to spot it. You do know him well. You know him well enough to realize he’s affected by this much more than you, and he’s going to crumble unless he can steady himself. But he manages to meet your eyes, however slowly, with that boyish fear lurking beneath the cerulean.

“It’s okay,” you whisper. He shakes his head again. “It’s okay.”

“No, no.” the tears start now, welling in his eyes and threatening to fall. “Don’t leave—don’t leave me.”

It’s not a pretty sight when your hand finds his cheek, painting his skin a deep red. That’s all of you.

“I can’t,” he chokes out. “I can’t... not again.”

He doesn’t make sense, but you don’t voice your thought. The injuries you’ve sported from your other missions haven’t always been small, but you’ve outlived them. Being in a situation as life threatening as this can be counted on one hand, and even that would be excessive. You’ve always bounced back. This time, though, the springs are feeling worn out.

“I can’t lose you too.” he whispers, a tear spilling down his cheek.

“Oh, Obi-Wan,” you breathe, bringing your hand down to grab at the fabric of his tunic, silently cursing at yourself for this very moment and how it had to happen. “I’m so sorry.”

It was like when he was a padawan, wasn’t it? When he had fought beside his master, yet it wasn’t enough at the time. The way Qui-Gon had been slain, it was like how you were attacked—lightsaber pushed into your side. Obi-Wan’s worry and trembling attempts to assure your survival was an instinctual defense mechanism, all because of what he experienced as a boy. Oh, Obi-Wan, you think. Oh, my sweet Obi-Wan. I’ll be brave for you.

“No, not again.” you assure him, swallowing thickly. “My cloak. You can wrap the wound with that.”

You barely have the strength to point over to it, where it lays soaking after it had fallen down the hole much earlier than you had. Obi-Wan hurries to grab it, folding it to thicken the material and have the cleaner side outward.

“Can you sit up?” he asks you.

You sigh, knowing how the fire is going to return again the moment you move, but nod regardless. Obi-Wan scoops a careful arm under your body to tilt you forward and though you try not to curse, the longer you’re in this position the more it stings and you cry out.

Obi-Wan’s quick to return you against the wall, voice rising out of fear. “I thought I could move you.”

“Yes, but I never said it wouldn’t hurt.” the last word comes out in a hiss. You would explain to him that it was because of the pain and not because you’re frustrated, but you doubt he cares about being offended at this point. Honestly, neither should you. “Keep going.”

Though he grunts at your response, he moves you forward again to quickly bring the cloak around your abdomen and wrap what he can before resting you back. The cloak feels tight wrapped around you, but it doesn’t seem to bother your wound. You don’t mention it. Instead, you reach deep within your trouser pocket to pull out your comlink, slick with your blood.

“Since yours broke,” you say, pushing it into Obi-Wan’s open hand.

The comment manages to earn a raspy chuckle from him, though his smile doesn’t stay for long. “I go through too many.”

“Yes and cloaks, too.” when he gives you a look, you crinkle your nose at him. “Such the drama queen.”

“I can’t help it,” it seems to be a half-minded comment before he flicks the comlink open, trying to hide the squeamish look on his face as he pounds a finger down on the button to call, but you catch the way he stares at the blood.

He speaks into the comlink firmly, asking for aid. There’s a rough static acting as a reply before it hisses once and a voice, barely audible, begins to speak. Though Obi-Wan tries to inform the other person as best as he can, there’s too much feedback to get a clear sentence through. He tries again, then again, then once more before a whine screeches out of the speaker and it sends Obi-Wan into a soppy rage you’ve never seen before; slamming the comlink shut as he cries out.

“Hey,” you start, just finding your voice by the end of the word. “It’s okay.”

“They don’t know we’re here,” Obi-Wan bellows. “How can this be okay? I—I’m not a medic. I can’t... I can’t help you.”

The air stays quiet as you wait for Obi-Wan to take a breath, watching the frustration fade from his jaw first and then his brows. You would always tell him that he was not a very good liar because of those eyes of his and the way his brows arch or furrow. You’re the only one who knows me like that, he had told you. You had hoped to know him more before this day came.

“Hold me.”

“What?” he asks, and there’s that boyish look in his eyes again.

It’s what you need right now. Even if it were a silly thought, being held by Obi-Wan could cure any disaster. If there ever were a time to be selfish, it’s now. So, you simply nod your head at him, letting him know you meant what you said, then he’s moving beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to gently lower you—head rested on his lap.

This is it, you think. The perfect place to die. He was still warm, unlike you who was growing colder each minute. He held you comfortably and intimately, something you yearned for since the day you realized just how in love with him you truly are. It’s perfect. You’re in the arms of the man you love.

His hand seeks out yours, holding it tightly. “There’s so much left for us. All the things we always wanted, they’re still waiting for us. So you can’t leave. Okay? You have to stay.”

His words are softer, slower. Not frantic like they had been before. You don’t know if the change in tone is because he believes the words he says or if he’s accepted what you already have. It’s only now, with those words, that it starts to sink in just how unfair this is. You had promises, but what good were they now?

“You’re right,” you say, feeling the tears prickling. “There’s so much... so many things we still haven’t done. So many words I haven’t spoken. So, I’m going to say them now... if you’d listen.”

Obi-Wan nods, moving closer if it were at all possible. “Tell me.”

Licking your lips, you need to coat these words. “I promise... to love you... and to cherish you, til death do us part.”

A sob breaks the flow of your words, both from your own lips and Obi-Wan’s. It rocks you both, shaking down your spine and to your toes. It feels like it rocks the earth as well, and you can barely keep the tears back when Obi-Wan begins crying in earnest now, letting out all of the pain he was holding back to keep him sane. You’d feel the pain too, but your body is numb. It’s been numb for a while and you wouldn’t dare tell him. You just cry with him over the promise you both made to each other and won’t be able to keep—his promise to love you completely, like you love him, and to share a name, share a heart, share a home. All of it is broken now. There’s no hope left.

It was a dream you two shared, of living a life away from the Order and away from the war. A life you could both grow old together in, where your story would be shown in the grey hairs and the wrinkled skin. The stories that could be past down from your children to theirs. The love you share would coat the stars, but your heart will rest between the sparkles until he could meet you again in the next life. Maybe it will treat you kinder.

The image in your head of saying those vows to Obi-Wan properly, somewhere warm and secluded, sits behind your eyelids when you close them, starting to fade in his arms as his cries reverb. You watch the scene where you take his hand and slip the ring on his finger, smiling as bright as the flowers he had picked out. You see his hair shining golden in the sunlight, an iridescent happiness that swells up in his chest as he says I do. You watch him lean to you closer, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss unmatched from all the others. But you feel it too. Now, in this moment outside of your dream, you feel Obi-Wan’s kiss, and you realize when his tears touch your cheeks that he’s giving you the kiss that will last forever, if now was the only time he could promise it.

Without the strength to kiss him back, you let go. You let yourself slip away. You ready your course to the stars to watch over him. Now or never, and now until forever. Though, the stars prove out of your reach when you hear something, and it’s when Obi-Wan’s lips pull away from yours do you recognize the sound. It’s your comlink. It chimes and you can hear Obi-Wan’s voice spring to life, almost washing you over and reviving you, and suddenly your senses awaken when his hand touches your cheek and his voice opens your eyes.

“They’re coming, darling. Hold on.” he smiles, something confident. “And I promise, I’m going to marry you.”

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kyberconfessions · 3 years

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No Matter Where You Go, I Will Find You. Part 4

Hello All! Sorry for the delay! My Hubby and I have had a busy month of July and I wasn’t able to keep to my schedule like I wanted too. Sorry about that. From Baseball games to Comic-Cons to Disney trips, we’ve been stupid busy. I am working furiously on the other chapters and hope to at least have some words on Cody soon! Y’all, not going to lie, the fact that there has been ZERO mention of him on The Bad Batch is killing me.

As Always:

This will eventually be a 18+ older fic and deals with anxiety, death, sex, PTSD, murder, loss, found family, Order 66, and coming to terms. This is not just a fluff fic. It will very much be dealing with very dark and hard themes, so please, if that is something that can be too hard for you, don’t read.

Pairings: Rex x Reader x Cody (polyamory) I should say this is NOT a Rex x Cody fic. There will be ZERO Clonecest on this blog or story. Reader is a consensual relationship with Rex and with Cody. Yes they share, yes they will eventually have sex together, but Cody and Rex are NOT in a relationship nor will they be intimate.

Rating: 18+

TW: Death, Murder, infanticide, death of the Jedi, PTSD, Loss, Anxiety, eating disorders, sleep disorders, Order 66. I will add other things as I think about them

Part 4: It’s You.

You waited with your back to the door on Hondo's ship; another one was docked right outside, carrying the crew that had something either of you wanted. You took a deep breath, adjusting your blaster in your thigh holster and checking over your clothes before putting on your helmet. The base of it was a black Ubese helmet, edged with black dyed bantha hair and painted to resemble a Kaleesh skull in white. The edges of the white skull were rimmed in a dark red and the faux eyes were painted an electric green, almost making them glow.The breather of the helmet was pointed down, tapering at the end and etched with designs reminiscent of a certain Kel Dor. Twin points also came down from the sides, once again resembling a Kel Dor breather, but painted to look like the fangs of the Kaleesh skull. When you wore it, you were an incredibly fearsome sight to behold.

Hondo had stepped out of the cockpit while brushing off his clothes, but when he saw you he went on and on in a poetic manner making you snort behind your mask, "Pretty Lady must you put on that horrid thing? How am I supposed to gaze upon your beautiful Visage? How am I to write songs of your shiny eyes if you insist on covering them? How am I to chant loudly into the heavens about the glory of your smile when all I see is that ugly thing staring back at me?"

The sound that came out of the modulator was a loud crack of static. It wasn't lost on him though, and he waggled his brow at you, knowing he made you laugh.

"Hondo, one of these days I'm going to launch you out of an airlock. Then you'll be Wild Space's problem."

He laughed loudly, but before he could give a retort, the door-lock opened and the crew from the other ship began to board.

Immediately the hair on your neck stood up and your hackles raised. It was time to go into heartless bounty hunter mode, another mask that became easier and easier for you to put on.

Hondo noticed your posture change and went to greet whoever had come aboard, stepping in front of your turned back. Whether it was to hide his best and most terrifying asset or to put space between you and them for your sake, you never knew. You liked to think it was his way of still protecting you, even after all these years. It probably was.

"My friends! My friends! So good to see you again! Ezra Bridger! It has been too long!"

You heard the cacophony of voices greeting him in a less than enthusiastic excitement. If these people were your friends, you would have laughed again. But you didn't have friends. From the sound of it, there were four people behind you. Nothing difficult to take down, but not something you should be careless with. There was something off about one of them though, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but they were...familiar.

"Allow me for introductions! This tall, imposing creature behind me is my associate, bodyguard, smuggler, chief pilot, chief mechanic, artistic muse, platonic soulmate, oldest friend, and beautifully deadly bounty hunter, all rolled into one. And this band of colorful characters are the crew of the infamous Ghost!" Hondo waved his hands in a grandiose manner between the group and your back; this was a well rehearsed situation that you both had done several times, though for whatever reason, he decided to over exaggerate your titles. Normally he would do the talking and you would scare the clientele. And if you had too, if they had something that you knew belonged to them, you'd kill them. Nothing would keep you from the last remnants of the ones you loved and lost.

"Ahh, Hondo? Does your associate have a name? Or talk? Are they even awake? Are they just going to stand there?" You heard a boy's voice, a cockiness only found in the young lacing every word.

"Ezra." A woman, probably someone important, chastised the boy.

You waited for Hondo's signal for you to turn, but the door opened once more and you heard one more set of boots and something soft, furry, stepping across the steel. A voice spoke. A Lassat. Dangerous creatures, you had seen a few when you were still a young Padawan with your old Master. Before the war. Before they died. Back when your biggest concern was the eventual Trials. You knew a fight wasn't going to be easy and you hated the idea of killing an already dying race. But you would if you had too.

The Lassat male was arguing with someone about something, but you weren't paying attention.

Hondo touched your shoulder softly, your signal to turn. He had spent the time making pleasantries and lulling them into a false sense of comfort, probably. He could have been talking about the weather on Jakku for all you cared. You were more concerned about making sure the straps on your holsters were open, giving you easy access to draw.

Slowly you moved, letting them see just how dangerous you were, how in control of your body you were, how much they should fear the creature behind the helmet. But, you halted mid spin.

All of the blood drained from your face, your mouth went dry, your throat tightened up, and you were overcome with such anger and gut wrenching sorrow you thought you would snap.

The man that walked in with the Lessat was wearing HIS armor. The armor you had spent 15 years looking for.

You blanked.

Somewhere there was yelling and cries to stop, but you couldn't make it out. Your head was spinning and it felt like there was cotton in your ears and as tunnel vision took over, everything knocked your senses for a loop. You didn’t realize you were doing it, but you grabbed both your blasters, turned fully, and pointed them at the man. Half the crew jumped out of the way, the others pointed their weapons at you, and Hondo tried to reason with both sides, standing with his back to you while the man had his own blasters trained on your head. Hondo quickly got out of the way of the four barrels, still trying to diffuse the situation. You couldn't understand what he was saying, everything sounded so dull and muted.

No, wait. Those weren't just any blasters. You would know those DC-17s anywhere.

"HOW DARE YOU!"

Someone was screaming. You couldn’t tell who it was or where it was coming from. It was garbled and cracking, a mechanical sound. It hurt your head. You just wanted everything to stop, just for a moment. But the world kept spinning and you felt like you were going to pass out any moment. You just wanted everything to be quiet, you needed to think, you just wanted a moment to figure out what was going on. Why was it so loud? Why did everything hurt? You just wanted everyone to just be still. Just be still, if only for a second.

You could feel your breathing pick up, that tightening fear in your chest, that ache that gripped your heart and threatened to pull it from your body. ‘Just be quiet, please, please, be quiet. I can’t...I need to think, I need to think..’

"HOW DARE YOU WEAR HIS HELM!” More screaming, “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO HE WAS?! DO YOU?! HOW DARE YOU WEAR HIS ARMOR AS YOUR OWN! HOW DARE YOU STAND THERE AND KNOW NOTHING OF HIM!" Maker, the screaming was coming from you. You were yelling at him, venomous spit falling from your mouth, words meant to shame and kill. Your blasters were trained on his chest, fingers laying on the triggers.

"TAKE IT OFF OR I WILL RIP IT FROM YOUR BROKEN CORPSE!"

You could feel something wet on your cheeks but you didn't know what it was or where it came from. Did this man kill Rex?! Did he rip his beloved armor from his broken body? Did he leave him to rot in some cursed field? Or did he just take it from his already forgotten skeleton? Your heart beat a mile a minute, you were sweating and your whole body shook in anger, but your hands never wavered, blasters trained perfectly on the man. How dare this cretin dishonor Rex, dishonor his memory.

"YOU WILL NEVER INSULT HIS MEMORY AGAIN! TAKE IT OFF!!"

You were panting and your modulator was straining under the volume of your voice.

No one lowered their weapons. No one spoke. No one moved a muscle. All that could be heard were your wheezing sobs through the helm.

There was a beat. And then another. And then the man did something unexpected.

You just knew you were going to have to kill everyone. You just knew you were going to peel bloodied, beloved armor from some backwater nothing.

But when he slowly lowered his arms, holstering the DC-17s, you faltered. Was he giving up so easily? Perhaps he didn't want bloodshed after all. Good. But it didn't make you lower yours. Nor did it make the others lower theirs.

Slowly, like he was trying to coax a scared lothcat, the man raised his open hands to the old helm covered in hatch marks with jaig eyes and pulled it off.

First you saw weathered skin tanned from the sun, a white beard trimmed nicely, then a strong nose and finally golden eyes, eyes you had seen a million times before. Eyes that haunted you every time you went to sleep. Eyes you thought you would never see again.

When he had taken the helm completely off and tucked it under his arm, he spoke. And everything inside of you shattered.

"My name is Rex. Captain of 501st regiment in the Grand Army of the Republic. This is my armor that was issued to me almost 20 years ago. I don't know who you think I am, but I can assure you, this is my armor."

The others watched you, weapons trained. No one moved, no one spoke, no one breathed. You, on the other hand, felt everything rushing back at you full force. When he spoke, his voice was a punch to your gut, knocking the wind out of you, causing you to hyperventilate. Your blasters, still trained on him, began to shake violently in your hands.

You were panting and your eyes blurred from all of the new tears. Panic rose high in your throat, cutting off your breathing. It can’t be. How could it be? He died. The Empire recorded him dying after Mandalore. You were there, you saw the absolute destruction. No one survived that.

Involuntarily you dropped your weapons and they clattered loudly to the durasteel ground, but your arms were still stretched out, still holding onto phantom guns.

You inhaled sharply, your modulator cracking in a loud hiss. Slowly, trying to control the tremors that wracked your body, you moved your hands to your own helm and unlatched the buckles on the sides. There was another hiss as the airtight seals released the pressure and vented.

"What's going on..." the young boy started. "Hush, Ezra Bridger." Hondo cut him off, silencing him with a hand on his shoulder as you and Rex stared one another down.

You lifted your helm up and then let it fall to the floor, a loud clank shaking the silence between you all.

Rex sucked in a breath and released it in a harsh shudder, his mouth hanging open. "Mesh'la," he whispered; he could feel his knees giving out, causing him to stumble forward and push his way through his crew.

His eyes were as wide as saucers and glistening. Fat, heavy tears tracked down his face and fell into his beard as he reached shaking hands out to you. He paused for a moment, afraid that if he touched you, you would disappear like every dream before. But carefully his hands gripped your face, gently turning it side to side, taking in the scars and faint crows feet and wisps of grey hairs you now sported. Your age and harsh life showed, but you were still just as beautiful, just as ageless, just as perfect as he remembered. Still the same eyes that he dreamed of every night.

You couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs and every nerve ending burned. You could hear your blood pumping in your ears, creating a painful rush like being thrown under the oceans. Every part of you felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t move. Slowly your shaking hands gripped his wrists and held him close. Your body tried to take a shuddering breath, but it only came out as a choked sob while you squeezed your eyes shut.

As the noise left you, Rex pulled you close, his mouth over taking yours in a passionate kiss, full of tongue and teeth. Your hands left his wrists and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as he continued to hold your face.

"Rex. I thought....I thought you were...Rex," you whispered into his lips between kisses.

"I searched for you, Cyare. I looked everywhere. I thought you died. I thought Cody.."

Your breath hitched at his name, making Rex pull you impossibly closer. You both stood there, wrapped in eachothers arms, crying, kissing, whispering love to one another, completely oblivious to the others.

You weren't sure if your knees failed you, or if it were his, but one of you fell to the floor, taking the other with them, still wrapped in each other, crying and holding on for dear life.

The Twi'lek woman quietly ushered the others, a man and a Mandalorian girl, along with the boy and Lessat, out. Hondo followed behind, a smug smile on his face, ridiculously proud of himself, giving you both much needed privacy.

#Rex x Reader #Rex #Cody #Cody x Reader #Rex x Reader x Cody #Hondo x Reader Platonic #Hondo x Platonic!Reader #Rebels fic #clone wars fic #Poly #Jedi!Reader #No Matter Where You Go I Will Find You #Star Wars #Reader is an Ex-Jedi #Reader is now a Bounty Hunter #Big reveal #finally meeting Rex

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smallandangry24 · 3 years

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Star Wars Dos & Don’ts of Shipping

Created for newbies and those of us who… need a little guidance

⚠️ TW: mentions of pedo/ince$t, very brief mention of r@pe ⚠️

Padawans x Masters

Shipping padawans and their masters is a GREAT way to die (great referring to the speed, effectiveness, and brutality of death). It’s like shipping a child and their parent and usually entails pedophilia. Enemies of the fandom will unite over your destruction and you will deserve every bit of it. Rule of thumb: pedo or incest vibes results Alderaan level decimation.

2. CW Ahsoka x Obi Wan, Anakin, or Clones

Does Ahsoka give off glorious bi wife energy? Yes. Does she have great character development and chemistry with the other characters? Certainly. Is she also a minor living among two masters who act as her father/brother figures and a squad of older men who see her as a younger sibling? Yes. When I’m doubt, return to rule No. 1; no pedophilia or incest (the bar is so low it’s an underground digging problem. C’mon guys).

2. Rush Clovis

The r@pe-y vibes on this guy c’mon. He wouldn’t know consent if it hit him with a speeder bike. This entire show we were DREADING Anakins turn to the dark side….but you can’t deny cheering when he came at Clovis with a saber. Only Clovis/Padmé shipping tag use is in preparation for him getting his ass handed to him by either Anakin or the queen herself.

3. Obikin

Anakin canonically sees him as a father. Obi Wan canonically sees him as a brother. Padawan and Master. “But Anakins older” you say. No one will care. Refer back to No. 1 and go watch the fate of Alderaan again.

4. Clone troopers

They 👏 are 👏 genetically 👏 identical 👏. Gives me Loki/Sylvie vibes but WORSE. They are the Vode. They call themselves brothers. Do we wanna see Waxer and Boil hanging out with sister Numa? Hell yeah. Do we wanna see them make out? See rule 1.

5. Daddy Palps

As a meme this is hilarious. Otherwise go seek therapy.

6. Kanan/Hera

If you don’t ship mom and dad you might have a problem 😂. This one is more of a joke but seriously I think everyone ships them.

7. Pong Krell x death

If you like him for your personal safety please be quiet or turn yourself in. 💀 Many of us are fond of homicidal maniacs but this guy is the personification of a hate crime.

These guide lines are the bare minimum. As a fandom we can deal with toxic ships and question sexuality and disagree over what characters should be shipped with whom. As a codywan stan I can respect obitine, I can get along with reylo shippers even though it’s not my cup of tea, and even though I don’t really see Luke with anyone and love Han and Leia’s dynamic (especially platonically) I can admire Luke/Han shippers. All of the numbers above were from actual content I’ve seen and based on input from the rest of the fandom. They’ve also been used to promote or justify actual harmful behaviors in real life (namely through Ahsoka and other young characters being put with adults).

Really hope I didn’t just start a fandom war but I really don’t think this stuff should be controversial 🥲

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luna-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Day 9: Run, Ahsoka Tano

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Fanfic, fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 2390

Tw: THE LESBIANS HATH RETURNED. Not proofread. Mutual pining. References/descriptions of slight injuries. Mentions of battles and order 66.

Summary: You and Ahsoka have known each other for years, and both of you knew that there was something existing between the two of you. Something that could not quite work for a padawan, or as anyone from the Jedi order. It isn’t until order 66 happens that you finally decide to run off with her.

“Give me the keys, I'll bring the car back around We shouldn't be in this town.”

You were only fourteen when you two met. For her, it had been a rescue mission. For you, it had been your final moments at the place you once called home. She had just become a padawan, and was following her master around constantly. You were seated in the freighter the entire time, doing your best to ignore the blaster shots going off on the background.

Your whole town was transported to Coruscant shortly after. The place offered a safe place to stay, and food after the shock. The togruta had been seated beside you the entire flight. Perhaps because you had been closest in age, or perhaps because you seemed to need comfort. But whatever it is she did, it brought you comfort.

“And my so-called friends, they don't know I'd drive away before I let you go So give me a reason and don't say no.”

You were fifteen when you considered her to be a close friend of yours. Your family had decided tos gay in Coruscant, claiming it had been a good climate for them to find work, and for you to come of age properly.

Your school was not far from the Jedi temple, and Ahsoka had snuck out countless times to wait for you. You’d share a walk home, talking about anything and everything.

She would rant to you about her training, and about the things you’ve seen, while you tried to tell her a bit about your own life. And though you once considered it to be dull compared to hers, you found she enjoyed listening to your stories more than telling her own.

“There's a chain 'round your throat, piece of paper where I wrote "I'll wait for you".”

You were sixteen when she walked away from the Jedi order. She had run to your home first, finding a place to stay in, even if it only was for a short time. You had laid out an extra mattress for her in your room.

She hadn’t slept that night. Nor would she nights after that. She’d fall asleep for a short amount of minutes, but not enough for her to get that rest she so desperately needed.

When she had decided to leave Coruscant, you were left with no choice but to leave her. You were too young to go with her, and you were not nearly as skilled of a fighter as she was.

She wouldn’t show up at your door for a year after that.

“There's a key on the chain, there's a picture in a frame Take it with you.”

She was seventeen when she returned. No cheer or glee on her face: Sheer panic. Beside her stood a trooper, bruised and beaten, but there. She had taken you and the remainder of your household to a planet far off the radar. On your way there, she had told you about everything that happened with the Jedi order, and the fall of it. The rise of the Empire.

She spoke about her battle with Maul, the loss of Anakin, and the fight against the clones. It had now come to your understanding that the clone travelling with you had been Rex. Ahsoka had talked about him often; you had wished to meet him under other circumstances.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run.”

After she had joined the rebellion, the two of you moved to Alderaan, where she could help rebuild hope. You were proud of her, you truly were. You were able to help in the infirmary.

From there on, the friendship you had tried so hard to maintain through the years began to blossom into something else. Ahsoka had always strayed from the Jedi path just a little bit, but since the order had fallen, you had come to the realisation she had tried to be closer to you.

Short hugs turned into long holds and friendly looks turned into longing stares. After all that she had been through, there had been one rock for her. One person who perhaps knew her better than she knew herself. One person who she had told everything to her entire life.

It didn’t take long for her to realise she was completely, and utterly in love with you. And every little thing you did.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

“Fulcrum?” You tested on your lips, squeezing your eyes together in confusion.

“You don’t like it?” Ahsoka asked, sitting cross legged across from you. Judging from your facial expressions, she formed her lips in a thin line. “You don’t like it.”

“No, I do!” You defended, holding your hands up in mercy. “It probably takes some time to get used to.”

A short laugh escaped you as you tried the name again. The woman in front of you shook her head, looking down at her feet.

“It’s supposed to hide my identity.” She justified. To that, you nodded in belief, standing up from your seat on the floor.

“That, it will do.”

“So you laugh like a child And I'll sing like no one cares No one to be, no one to tell.”

The togruta laughed in disbelief, following your movements. “That bad?”

“No,” you disapproved again, walking up to her as you placed your hands on her shoulders. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Good,” she hummed, leaning forward quickly to place a kiss on your nose. “Now, I think your break is over. Soldiers don’t heal themselves.”

“You’re hilarious.” You mocked, reaching for her hand and squeezing it once. She returned the gesture before parting from you.

A short wave came from her as you ran through the halls, on your way back to the infirmary.

“I could see this view a hundred times Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes So give me a reason and don't say no, no.”

The room on Alderaan was often empty. Lots of soldiers set out on mercy missions, leaving their injuries to be treated on the ships. Most injuries came from training or stumbling downstairs. It wasn’t necessary or a difficult task, but you were grateful to do some good for the rebellion.

And it did something good back; the window in the room gave you a perfect view of the training room. And when Ahsoka hadn’t left the planet, it gave you all the right reasons to look out of that window.

Now, she had busied herself with a droid, deflecting shots with her new sabers, having yet to notice you.

This was easy for her, you could tell. There was no more excitement in training or improving, because there was scarce competition. She did not like to admit it, but sometimes she would talk to you about it. At night. In bed. When all other conversations had left the window.

It was that fragile side of Ahsoka only you got to see from time to time. The sudden thought brought a frown upon your face, sadness taking over.

Trying to cheer yourself up, you knocked on the window, completely forgetting that it could cause distraction.

“And the note from the locket, you keep it in your pocket Since I gave it to you.”

At the sound, her head turned around immediately, seeing worry etched into your features only briefly. It turned into a smile quickly, followed by a wave, identical to the one you had offered before running off.

In return, Ahsoka sheathed one of the sabers, offering a wave back. The droid, however, had not picked up on the distraction. Shooting aimlessly, a loose blast hit her arm, causing her to drop the hilt of the saber.

A loud laugh escaped your mouth, hiding it behind your hand quickly. You knew Ahsoka never set her training on lethal mode. Training droids would not even allow those shots. It would leave a red mark. At most.

But you had nothing better to do. And thus, you grabbed the med kit from the desk, running towards her through the door beside the large window.

“There's a heart on your sleeve I'll take it when I leave And hold it for you.”

Already holding up a cold patch, you ran up to her, that same smile still on your face.

“Heathen,” Ahsoka scolded, turning the droid off. “You did this on purpose.”

“I didn’t!” You dismissed, lifting her sleeve slightly to assess the wound. “Though, I won’t lie to you. It was funny to see.”

“Glad to see that my pain amuses you.”

“Pain?” You laughed, applying the patch. “From a training droid?”

A pinch on your biceps halted your laughter, a tiny curse slipping through your lips. Now it Ahsoka’s turn to chuckle, retrieving her hand.

“Pain?” She mocked, pulling her sleeve back down. The red skin underneath was slightly visible, poking out from under the bandage. You simply stared at it. Not in worry, or malcontent. No; In sudden nostalgia.

“And run, like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go like they're trying to chase us Go where no one else is, run.”

“You should really get this looked at.” You complained as you and Ahsoka sat on your stairs, your fingers attending the wound on her shoulder.

“And tell my master that I got it while sneaking off with a secret friend?” She voiced in concern, holding the bandage in her arm as you worked on the stitches. “Attachment is-“

“Yes, yes,” you mumbled, knowing the words she kept repeating daily. “But I think lying is even worse.”

“They could come after you.” She reminded, to which you rolled your eyes.

“I cannot help being so loveable.” You tried to joke, snapping the cord gently. Ahsoka’s head turned to yours slightly, a serious look on her face.

“I’m not joking, Y/N. If they do find out, who knows what’ll happen to you? I get kicked out of the order, and you might-“

“We’re children,” you reminded sternly, working on the final stitch. “Even if they were to ever find out, they can’t blame us.”

The padawan only sighed, squeezing the white gauze in her hands. “My master might understand, but I can’t say the same for the other Jedi.”

“They won’t find out,” you reminded, retreating your hands from Ahsoka’s arm, looking at your work with slight pride.

“They won’t.”

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

You took the bandage from her hands, applying the lint gently. A silent hiss escaped the togruta momentarily. You would have preferred to work with bacta, but they only used that for the wars. Not for casual medical applications. At least, not back then.

“You could make work of this,” Ahsoka started, trying to distract herself. “We could use some good medics.”

“I don’t like the wars,” you pointed out. “I’d rather not get involved in them in any way.”

A short snicker escaped the padawan, and you swore, you could hear her words before she even voiced them: “You are friends with a Jedi.”

“Trainee.” You added, now pinning the bandage tightly, making sure it didn’t let go.

“Bully.”

“There's been this hole in my heart This thing was a shot in the dark Say you'll never let 'em tear us apart.”

Blinking twice, you let your eyes wander over her arm, ripping yourself from your thoughts. You never did see yourself serving as a medic. Let alone serve in something as big as the rebellion. You never did like the wars, making your relationship with Ahsoka somewhat ironic. But she didn’t enjoy them either. She did what she thought was best. And you had followed her without question.

“Are you okay?” She voiced, grabbing your hand firmly. Your eyes got adjusted back to the training room, your eyes finally meeting hers.

“Déjà vu,” you answered absentmindedly. “You get injured too often.”

“Only because I love it when you patch me up.”

Heat rushed to your face as you turned around flustered, refusing to let her see your face now. The togruta laughed at your state. In response, you walked away slowly, to which she followed quickly.

“No, come back here.”

“And I'll hold onto you while we run, Like you'd run from the law Darling, let's run Run from it all We can go where our eyes can take us Go where no one else is, run.”

A hand caught the back of your tunic, yanking you back quickly, but not enough to hurt you. Spinning around, you held your hands out in front of you, trying to maintain your balance.

Two arms now wrapped around your frame, pulling you into her hold. That comforting place suddenly forced the heat back down. Now there were these terrible butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach.

“You are adorable.” She hummed, resting her head atop of yours, her fingers tracing circles on your back.

That little tease was winning you over with one simple gesture. Curse her loving arms.

“We'll run We'll run We'll run.”

Melting in her embrace, you returned the hug, your head nestling into the crook of her neck.

“I hate you,” you mumbled.

“It’s so easy.” She remarked, a silent laugh rumbling through her chest. You couldn’t hear it, but you could feel it. She did this constantly.

A sigh swept through you. Not one of exhaustion or disappointment, but one of contentment. One of these moments you were glad to live through. You were glad to have her at your side.

After everything the two of you had been through, the talks about running away, leaving everything behind. The conversations leading to nothing. And now you had her here. The circumstances weren’t the best, and you felt almost guilty for being happy in times like these. But she was there; as you always wanted her. Not as a acquaintance, not as a friend. As a partner. She was there.

You looked up briefly, placing a kiss on the bottom of her chin, before falling back in her embrace. A hum of appreciation came from your girlfriend in return.

Bad circumstances? Sure. But amazing results.

“And we’ll run.”

#november writings 2022 #tcw #the mandalorian #Ahsoka tano #rosario dawson #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka tano x reader #the clone wars #ashley eckstein #dave filoni

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stolen-pen-name23 · 3 years

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ooh "i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again." with a protective obi-wan to anakin? :D

Ahh thanks for the prompt, Arti!!! (From these angst prompts)

Tw: panic attacks and mentions of slavery

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The quiet was unnerving.

Obi-Wan hadn’t experienced anything this quiet since before… well, before Anakin.

But Anakin remained silent as they walked through the halls. He was a pace behind him, out of his view, though Obi-Wan could feel the stormcloud of emotion that followed him in his wake.

Obi-Wan had picked him up from his class about twenty minutes before its scheduled end. Anakin had been causing a disturbance and Obi-Wan was called in to pull him out.

In the unusual silence, he took the time to think about what he would say to Anakin. Obi-Wan didn’t exactly have a wide berth of experience to guide him through raising a child, especially one who misbehaved in class so much he had to be kicked out. He sighed and entered the passcode to their apartment.

“Now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, starting his lecture just as the doors slid open. “It’s never acceptable to talk back to your–”

The doors slid closed behind them and Anakin pressed himself into it. “Don’t send me back!” Anakin blurted out. His eyes were wide and bright. His chest was heaving up and down like he had been running laps around the temple. He slid down the doors and kneeled, actually kneeled, in front of him.

“Anakin, what–”

“Please don’t send me back. Please. I can’t go back there, I… I can’t.”

Obi-Wan stared down at him, dumbfounded.

“Please, if you send me back, send me to Watto, don’t put me with Gardulla again. Watto only hit me sometimes. Please Obi-Wan, I can’t go back with her.”

Obi-Wan’s heart started to race at the implications of Anakin’s pleas. He knelt down in front of Anakin.

“Send you back?” Obi-Wan reached for Anakin. It was his mistake.

“No!” Anakin shrieked. He threw his hands up and Obi-Wan was thrown backward. His back hit the couch and he lay in a very confused heap on the floor. The wind was knocked out of him and he gasped for air.

Ow.

He took a few more gasping breaths and shook the stars from his vision. He turned to look at Anakin. He had made himself so small. His hands covered his mouth, but wide eyes stared at him, unblinking and filled with terror.

With a soft groan, he willed himself back to his feet. He didn’t move any closer. “Anakin,” he said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ragged breaths rattled through Anakin’s heaving chest. Obi-Wan frowned.

“Can I come closer to you?”

Anakin stared at him and, for a moment, Obi-Wan thought he would say no, but Anakin shook his head yes.

Slowly, Obi-Wan approached Anakin. “Is this alright?” he asked as he knelt down again in front of him. The boy nodded.

“Good. Let’s take a few breaths together okay? Remember how I showed you?”

Anakin nodded again.

“Take a deep breath in, like this,” Obi-Wan demonstrated. He held his breath for a moment before exhaling slowly. Anakin followed along. “Very good. Let’s do that again.”

Anakin mirrored Obi-Wan and his frame started to loosen up.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said firmly after Anakin looked a little more stable. “I’m never going to let Watto hurt you again. I’m never going to let Gardulla hurt you again. I would never, ever hurt you. Please tell me you understand that.”

“I hurt you,” Anakin whispered.

“I’m tougher than I look, Padawan,” Obi-Wan smirked. Anakin didn’t seem to sense the humor. “Hey. We can work together on this Anakin. I’ll help you learn how to let go of your anger, your fear.”

“You…” Anakin sniffed. “You aren’t going to send me back?”

“No, Anakin. I would never send you back,” Obi-Wan said firmly. “You will never be a slave again. I promise.”

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Vader knelt before his new Master.

A simple phrase coated in a Courascanti accent reverberated through his mind, repeating over and over.

“You will never be a slave again. I promise.”

How foolish he had been to believe it.

#tw panic attack #tw slavery #my writing #thanks for the prompt!#anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ficlet #i'm still taking prompts #but i'm going to work on something else for a little bit #thanks for reading!

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ahsokryze · 3 years

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Fog? For the prompts, Qui Gon and Obi Wan? :0

Of course! thanks for the prompt // prompts closed

fog - hearing “stay awake” as they are carried to safety.

tw: mentions of blood (it’s not too bad though, but just in case)

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"Obi-Wan!”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp as he gazed down at his abdomen to see that his previously beige tunics were now turning a shade of deep crimson, saturating with blood that was swiftly pooling from the large scratch wound in his stomach.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon exclaimed, his lightsaber powering down with a shhhk; the weapon he had used to take down Obi-Wan’s manka cat assailant moments before, as he quickly ran to Obi-Wan’s side where he was laying amongst the foliage on the jungle floor. “Padawan—Oh dear—Padawan, don’t look at that—look at me.”

An unrestrained yelp escaped Obi-Wan’s lips as his Master pressed a hand against his abdomen, applying pressure to his gnarly wound.

“Master…” he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he braced against the tremendous influx of pain now flooding into his senses.

“Obi-Wan, you’re going to be okay,” his Master soothed, putting up the calm and gentle front that Obi-Wan was familiar with, though Obi-Wan could sense the worry and shock and—fear—emanating from the other side of their shared bond.

“Master, i’m—”

“Don’t you dare say that you’re fine, Obi-Wan.”

“I wasn’t—” he retorted, though it came out sounding more like a whine. “I’m… It hurts, Master.”

“I know, Padawan. But it’s going to be alright.”

Letting out a pained whimper, Obi-Wan shut his eyes, releasing shallow breaths as he attempted to release his pain into the force. Although it would be a lot easier to do so if everything wasn’t starting to feel all hazy, like a cloud of fog had rolled in, enswathing his mind. Somewhere at the edge of his awareness, he could feel something being wrapped around his abdomen before a firm pressure returned to his stomach.

“Obi-Wan—Padawan, open your eyes.”

Obi-Wan tried to appease his Master’s request—he really tried—but his strength was dwindling, and he just felt so awfully tired.

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon tried again. “You need to stay awake for me.”

When Obi-Wan only managed to let out a pathetic moan, he felt something shift underneath him—

"I'm sorry Padawan, but we need to get you back to the ship."

Suddenly, Obi-Wan felt firm hands lifting him up; a feeling of weightlessness, before he was nestled against soft fabric in the arms of something tall and firm. He felt pressure return to his abdomen again, felt the gentle bounce of footsteps beneath him, notifying him that he was being carried in his Master’s arms. If he wasn’t in so much pain, and if he were not so tired and hazy-brained, Obi-Wan would’ve been embarrassed. But right now, as Qui-Gon carried him through the remaining part of the jungle, back to their ship, Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in him to care.

“Just stay awake, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon murmured. “We’re almost back to the ship.”

“Tired…”

“I know, Obi-Wan. But I need you to stay awake. Just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”

As he felt himself drift closer and closer to darkness, at the edge of his awareness Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon send feelings of peace-comfort-calm through their bond, felt himself being carried up the ramp of their ship, being told to “stay awake”, then the feeling of being laid down on a medical cot. A strange voice, cold metal, warm hands, before the sound of his Master’s soothing voice, telling him that it’s okay, he can rest now.

With the feeling of his Master’s fingers gently carding through his slightly outgrown hair being the last thing he was aware of, Obi-Wan didn’t hesitate to obey his Master’s words, letting himself fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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stellarstarwarsimagines · 3 years

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Could you write an imagine where the reader self harms and tries to keep it a secret from Anakin that she’s being harassed by her master, and when he finds out he comforts her, and kisses her, but he’s super nervous and gentle?

I can! I hope you find this a bit of a comfort should you ever need it. <3

TW: Mentions of Self Harm

There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the force.

It was a mantra that you had been repeating for as long as you could remember. It was supposed to give you comfort, hope, peace . . . but after years and years of being harassed, dismissed, nothing less than bullied by the one person you were supposed to trust more than anyone . . . They had become nothing but words.

Master Krell had let you have it moments before in the gardens, a place of quiet now forever tainted in your memory with shouts and violent drills that went far beyond anything that you had ever seen any other Master do with their Padawan. He told you he was preparing you for the worst, that there were things out there that would be much harder on you than him. The bruises, aches, and split lip you were currently supporting said otherwise.

As if the force itself had decided you had enough for today, Master Krell had been called away by Master Windu moments earlier, and you didn’t hesitate to make your escape to an unused meditation area, the sharp object you used for relief clasped tight in your hand. It was about to touch your skin when a familiar voice called out your name.

Anakin was striding towards you, a happy smile on his lips that vanished almost as soon as he saw your appearance. “Are you all right?” He asked, concern in his eyes as he took in the visible injuries on your face.

“I’m fine, Ani, just got through with a rough session is all.” You tried to reassure him, brushing some of your hair behind your ear and trying to plaster on a convincing smile.

You realized that you had done something wrong almost immediately. His hand reached out before you could process it, and snatched your arm, glancing down at the marks there.

The marks that could only be self made.

You pulled your arm away, but the damage had been done, the look on Anakin’s face proved that. He said your name again, this time in disbelief. “What are you doing to yourself?”

Turning away so you didn’t have to look at him, you hurriedly pulled your sleeve down to cover the scars. “You wouldn’t understand.” You told him.

“You don’t think I’d understand? After everything I’ve been through?” Anakin asked, and you could hear the tinge of anger in his voice.

It triggered your own. You spun around, startling him enough to where he took a step backwards. “No, you wouldn’t! Because as much as you think that Obi-Wan doesn’t trust you, or could be teaching you more, he believes in you! He knows you’re going to be a great Jedi, and so do you, because of his teaching! You have no idea how it feels to have the person that’s supposed to be building you up and training you do nothing but bully and harrass you and make you feel like the most pathetic creature on Coruscant!”

Anakin took a step forward again, calling out your name and reaching out to you, but you took a step back, shaking your head.

“I know we’re not supposed to let our emotions get to us like this, but Ani . . . meditating doesn’t work anymore.” Tears were streaming down your face as Anakin stepped forward once more, and this time you let him pull you into his arms. “He’s invaded my mind and every part of this temple. This is the only thing that’s mine.” You gasped out, muffled as you buried your face in his robes. “Hurting myself is the only way I can shut his voice off for a moment.”

“Why didn’t you tell me he was doing this to you?” Anakin asked, his fingers running through your hair. “We have to tell someone. Obi-Wan, Master Yoda . . . someone who can put a stop to it.”

But you were shaking your head. “Who are they going to believe? A Master or his pathetic Padawan?” Krell had drilled that into your head more times than you could count. They had known him for years, and all the other Masters trusted him. You weren’t anything compared to him.

“That isn’t true.” Anakin argued, pulling back so he could look you in the eyes. “You’re worth a million of him. You’re worth more than any Jedi in this place, Knight or Master.”

“Ani, stop.” You turned your eyes away from him, knowing that he was lying as he tried to make you feel better, but he didn’t realize that nothing he could say or do would. Your situation was hopeless, and you hated that you had dragged him into it.

“No.” With gentle fingers, Anakin turned your head back to face him until you were looking him in the eyes once more. “You need to believe me. Don’t you see how much I care about you?” Anakin lifted your wrist up to his lips where he pressed a gentle kiss to your scars. “I’m not going to let him get away with it. I’ll figure out something.”

His actions made you want to melt into the floor and cry at the same time. Never had anyone looked at you with as much care as Anakin did, and while both of you knew it was against the code . . . There was no stopping it. “Ani -” You repeated, trying to reason with him even if you knew it was hopeless.

Before you could though, Anakin tugged you closer and after a brief moment of staring into your eyes, pressed the softest, most gentle kiss against your lips. “I care about you.” He repeated, whispering the words against your lips. “I can’t see anyone, even yourself, hurting you like this and not do anything.”

“But what if it’s hopeless?” You replied, clutching at him as if he was all you had, and at this point . . . He was.

“It won’t be. I promise.” Anakin assured you, and then he pulled you against his chest once more, rocking you back and forth in his arms.

And maybe it was naive to believe him . . . But you did.

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