#anakin n obi wan 4 life

[demobatman]

twins in love with emotionally closed off character who has a problem with authority... now where have i heard this one before

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[nwndrlndn]

modern anakin hcs

pairing : modern!anakin skywalker x gn!reader | wc : 1.4k  | 18+MINORS DNI

a/n : this is just how i see a modern anakin. its kind of an add-on to boyfriend.

general hcs ( adaptational awareness )

anakin is some kind of scandinavian from shmi's side of the family and thats all he really cares about. his stance on his father and his full ancestry is "if he didn't want me then, i don't want him now" ( lies, we'll talk about the daddy issues later )

so shmi was probably born in a country thats similar to sweden or denmark and anakin probably spent his early years there. but by like 4 or 5 they moved from shmi’s home country to modern tatooine 

so like picture little blond haired, blue-eyed anakin, right? imagine he was homeschooled for like the majority of his life and he walks into school with a swedish accent and basic english skills

eventually, shmi saves up enough money and gets a really good opportunity to send anakin to a really good school in coruscant

shmi taught him how to cook, clean, some housekeeping skills

and he has even less friends, but he got along with his peer mentor, obi-wan, who was like on the verge of graduating and saw anakin as a surrogate brother

anakin definitely isnt emo until he’s in college, before college, i imagine him dressing like scott barringer, loose clothes, light colors, and he keeps his hair blond

this era of anakin defintely liked car shops and had a part time at a niche interests store ( think like, a bait shop ) to help his mom

he met padme in his junior year of high school, she was one of those alumni who were asked to come back to talk about the college experience to high schoolers

and anakin ( having zero filter ) asked for her number after the talk and she shot him down but still gave him her number.

then like, going into his college orientation, he was pissed off because his mom had remarried while he was away. but he was coming to terms with it and liking his step brother and his fiance.

i picture he shows up kind of fucked up looking. like his hair is growing out and the texture is off, his clothes are dark on the inside, light on the outside, and he’s listening to music on his headphones the whole time

and you see him sitting by himself, a little off from the engineering majors and fiddling with something in his hands and you walk over to him, in spite of your major and your nerves and sit next to him

instantly the headphones are off because his cool, tough guy front is still just a front, he was HOPING someone would talk to him 

and you guys hit it off, chatting away about everything and anything

even when you part ways and the orientation ends, he’s texting you randomly and oh my god, he thinks too fast for his thumbs

“hve you seen ovrdrive?” “wtff is that thing your ordered at ciplt? im picking up food fr obi and he hates when i bring spicey stuff” “hellp”

he moves in with doctoral candidate obi-wan for college and takes up a part time at a mechanic’s shop and another as an overnight security guard ( he just sleeps and works on assignments there )

he got his mom threepio, a golden retriever, but usually is playing with padmé’s border collie, artoo ( credit to this amazing fan art )

he asked out padme after he fixed her computer ( for funsies ) and didnt shut up about her the entire time they dated

anakin is clingy in relationships, literally would hold onto padmé’s bags while out in public so she wouldnt wander too far from him

and he just really liked the environment of padmé’s apartment, being around you, padmé, and sabé was just a really big comfort for him

his descent into becoming a metalhead mostly happened because one of his bosses suggested it to him

and slowly he started to enjoy it more and more

and his wardrobe got darker, developed an energy drink addiction, and he started letting you and padmé give him messy eyeliner

and it culminated when he asked you to help him box dye his hair and now theres a stain in his bathroom of a streak of black hair dye across the ceiling

the reason why anakin and padmé broke up was a healthy end because ani def got a little jealous and toxic and padmé had to sit him down and tell him it was for the best

and he resented her for a while, wouldn’t talk to her while at her apartment for a good month

but then he watched her burn food and he felt bad and ended up cooking something for her and they never spoke about it again

and he definitely liked you when you first met, even when he was dating padmé ( and the few flings he had after her )

he just made himself bury his feelings for a while by treating you like a best friend or little sister

hanging out with you when padmé took everyone on a lake house trip and was busy talking to others

his actual confession comes in the form of him making a really crappy bracelet at his work bench

yes, he literally set up a robotics station in his bedroom. he will literally invite you over and sound so excited to see you

only to focus and work for 8 hours with only two rockstars and his thrash metal playlist as sustenance

you can try to give him a snack and he’ll ( unintentionally ) glare at you until he realizes he’s been ignoring you for so long and he just picks you up and kisses you

now youve got anakin licking at your face and laying on top of you. he’s not coming up for air until he’s made up for every minute he ignored you accidentally

his favorite kind of date would either be a movie date or to go out for a drive then stargaze

he will put you in his clothes, whether you like it or not. and he smells a bit like like oil and sweat mixed with mint

he started getting tattoos because he saw it as a form of independence

he has one industrial piercing, and three others on each of his earlobes. the tongue piercing was for fun

he likes alternative girls more, but if you’re not alternative he won’t push you ( unless you like that )

will have a titty attack if you call him emo and not a metalhead ( theres a difference )

18 + hc

he’s so fucking WEIRD

so he probably gets off every other day because of his mind ( and because his hands wander so much that he gets himself worked up )

to get into the idea i mentioned in boyfriend

he got your name near his navel and once he realized he liked you, he would try to aim his releases over your name

and he’s not a bad shot

his hands wander naturally because he just likes to feel your skin. like its not even his intent to get sexual, he’s absently rubbing your back and like 5 minutes later he’s just massaging your ass and tits if you lay on him

he’s actually really big on doggy, he just really likes to look at your back

so he also likes bending you over tables, counters, his workbench, his bed, and security desk at work

he has aquaphilia. will feel you up in pools and in large bodies of water

he really likes biting and marking

during sex, he likes to focus on your neck and back

but in general he would be the kind of guy to give you a forehead hickey

and will rub off any makeup you put on to cover it

prefers to praise and worship you, and if you try the same, he’ll get awkward and embarrassed but lap it up anyways

if you degrade him and objectify him, he will fuck you within an inch of your life

he also has his own playlists that he plays when you guys are fucking

he broke the door to his room so it’s not the best place to have sex, unless youre ok with the possibility of someone walking in

obi wan accidentally walked in on you both once and had to leave the apartment for a week

he has tried to fuck you in his car but you bumped your head and he drove you straight home to ice it, refuses to even get road head because of it

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[curlygirlybitchachos]

Padawan Reader

Y/n: Cody!

Cody: yes Ad'ika?

Y/n: When is Waxer's lifeday?

Cody: I don't know little one.

Y/n: and Boil's?

*Cody shaking his head*

Y/n: Longshot? Crys? Wooley? Rex? Tup? Jesse? Hardcase? Anyone in the 501 or 212?!

Cody: Ad'ika. We are clones... We don't know when is our lifeday...

Y/n: hm... My life day is today. So I can share it with everyone. And then everyone can have a lifeday!

Cody, close to cry: okay...

~later~

Obi-wan: Cody? Why Ahsoka, Anakin and his men with ours are partying in the hangar?

Cody, with a party hat: Ad'ika shared their lifeday. We are celebrating hundreds of them.

Obi-wan:...

Cody:...

Obi-wan: give me a hat cyare. *puts it on* I hope we have enough cake...

(Okay so it's my birthday and somehow I'm sharing it with at least 4 of my friends and some random kindergarten children and I think it's really funny. It feels like everybody has their birthday today.)

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[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Darth Vader finds out you are alive. He keeps track of what you've been up to in these years he became the Sith Lord. You are led to believe he was long dead... Until something happens.

Warnings: a lot of drama, angst... Contains smut, not recommended for minors.

Warnings 2: alternative universe where we have no Ahsoka Tano and Padmé Amidala. Here, Y/N is a character whose plot mixes them both; unburnt Vader.

Warnings 3: Anakin never killed the younglings in any of my stories even as Vader.

Warnings 4: fluffy endings.

Recommendation:"Broken" (Seether ft. Amy Lee); “Pictures of You” by “The Cure”.

***

Intro

Once again, darkness flows uncontrollably. It gravitates towards its victim, ready to attack its heart by surrounding it and suffocating it as its poison dismisses any sight of light.

From the darkest waters, a man arises. From the flames of Mustafar, the one great Jedi has become the very thing he swore to destroy.

Darth Vader is hungry not only for the power to him denied when he was a general Jedi whose reputation once earned admiration from all, but for independence as well. To be set free of the chains of the misled Order he’d been so loyal to after countless years of losses, he is abandoned by all those he loved.

Except by one person.

One single woman escapes his resentment and anger. This woman is Y/L Y/LN. You. Of average height, y/c hair, soft y/c skin and eyes dark as coal, you and him met right after you were under the guidance of General Skywalker. You were not of an age to be a Padawan anymore, you were eighteen, in fact, about to become a Knight Jedi.

Skywalker back then resisted this idea mostly because he thought he did not need a Padawan whatsoever. But after an initial clash between the two of you, there came something. You started getting along.

He got harder on you, despite being very impressed by your skills. You always awoke the best of him. He’d never seen a Jedi as you: powerful, yes, but centered and altruist. Your patience and sharp wit surprised even Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, it was your recklessness and stubbornness that attracted Skywalker.

As diplomatic as you were, sometimes working under disguise to protect a Senator of Planet Y/C, you had your own issues with authority. Not often you did what others told you not to.

In spite of that, two years later Anakin was proud of you: you successfully became a Knight Jedi. He insisted that it was not too soon until you became a Jedi Master. Yet, it turned out to be a very difficult period of your lives. It was when you and Anakin began to seeing each other with romantic eyes.

That was precisely when everything started going wrong. You two had just gotten secretly married when someone set you a trap. The Council expelled you of the Order without a proper investigation of the case. Anakin could not believe the injustice he saw it was done to you. Though he eventually managed to prove your innocence, clearing you of all accusations, the damage was done. Thus was that you refused to go back to the Order.

Despite these circumstances, you carried on. You had a normal life to live together with your husband until the day Anakin went to a mission to spy the Chancellor only to never go back to your arms. It was when the Order 66 forced you to go separate ways.

To you, Anakin Skywalker was dead. And to him, you as well. Until this day… when Darth Vader meditates and only through the Force he discovers your whereabouts.

“By the Maker”, he chokes when he is led to you. “Y/L, you are alive!”

***

Nowadays.

Your POV

It’s been two years, but your conscience does not cease to torment you. The specter of what could have been comes in the form of sweet nightmares that frequently has awaken you in salty tears.

The day the Order 66 had been carried out you discovered you were pregnant. You wanted to tell Anakin yourself: this was a moment where you both prepared for it. You had found an unofficial new job as a keeper of the peace to the Senator of Naboo, something you’ve chosen to do because Obi-Wan insisted and Anakin promised he needed a few more years before both of you left Coruscant.

That was the plan. But that same day, happiness clouded your judgement. You didn’t realize what was going on until Obi-Wan had sent you a trooper of his trust to inform something wrong happened to Anakin. You had to be prepared for what was to come, he was about to suggest you to go elsewhere.

“What good does it do to dwell in what was done?”, you mumble to yourself as you keep walking towards the market.

But memories remain crystal clear in the back of your mind. When the clone turned suddenly against you, trying to kill you in the process… When the circumstances escalated to a tragedy upon which you lost your dear child. And your husband.

Alone in this world, you now wage your own wars. At first, you are isolated—you don’t want to know about Jedis and Siths anymore, you’ve lost too much for either side. You don’t feel right with Anakin’s gone, you are too broken to live up at any resistance out there against the Empire.

You come to the underworld. There are times you sense someone is watching you. You turn, suspicious, but there is no one there. However, the sensation does not leave you.

You eventually cross the path of rebellious sisters whose ship you helped building. One of them, named Seara, is intrigued by your melancholic, closed behavior.

“We don’t even know your name.”

“Why would you like to know my name? I am just passing by.”

“No attachments, eh? I thought we could be friends.”

You feel as if you ghost yourself when you respond:

“We are not friends.”

Yet, eventually war out there comes for you. The moment you all are captured by a ship of pirates is the one you realize you cannot let Seara and her sister die because you simply have no other use for this world.

But it’s right here that your former Jedi self ignites a spark that would bring to you the attention of a very dangerous pair of yellow eyes.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

His frustration is fed when he is forced to acknowledge he’d been made a fool. Not only once as a child, or often as a Jedi, but even now as the apprentice to Palpatine. What has changed? An unposed question that holds a very bitter answer.

As he stares into the emptiness ahead of him, Lord Vader begins to contemplate instead how to get to you. Once the destruction of the Order meant to get his revenge for all the harm that has been done to you, to amend their wrongs and their injustices. However, this was not the sole point of his anger, of how he pursuit darkness as a solution for his problems.

By doubling his power, Lord Vader thought of you and you alone. He wanted to be the one to give you the life you deserved, comfortable and filled with proper luxuries—even though neither of you were excessively materialists. Nonetheless, what is this now but an illusion that is dissipating right before his eyes?

Seeing your suffering—the one that resulted from his doings—does not appease his angst. It only further bleeds his heart with guilt, breaking his spirit more than he cares to admit.

The only way now is to get his vengeance done. Vader realizes it has never been fully complete. Palpatine must die. A reasonable and yet bittersweet thought. Only then, he is coming for you, his precious love. The Jedi who left, the Jedi who never fell. His angel who remained pure before his eyes.

However, he must see you one more time. The temptation is too great to ignore.

What are you doing, Y/N? If only you knew…

It takes some time before he is led to a scene in which Vader promptly recognizes it as being part of the planet Y/C. You are under heavy rain, a grey hood omitting your features. You stare into the ocean, ignoring the presence of storm troopers who are still under the obeisance of the Order 66.

Vader fears for you. He instantly reconnects with you, trying to send some warnings about it. He sees you are startled by how tense your shoulders are. But you take his silent warning and when you turn, you are surrounded by five clones.

Vader feels an angst washing over his body, flowing over his hands, closing his fists as he tries to hold back a scream. In this very moment, though, the moment is gone. He cannot know what happens to you and to worse the current situation, Palpatine is looking for his pupile.

“I sense a weakness in you, Lord Vader”, his calm voice gives the other nerves. “What am I detecting here?”

“There is nothing to detect, my lord.” Vader goes in one knee, ignoring the look Palpatine casts him.

“I should better hope that you are not cultivating any animosity towards me, Lord Vader, unless death is what you aim to taste.”

There is little need for the demonstrations of anger for almost promptly Darth Vader submits to his Master.

For now, though.

For now.

***

Your POV.

As you embark into this strange adventure with the rebellious sisters, trouble is inevitable. Soon, Seara finds out who you truly are.

“A Jedi!”, she exclaims, perplexed.

“You are a Jedi”, her older sister echoes the observation.

You are too impatient dealing with your enemies to explain your current state.

“Just go to the other side. Don’t be reckless, Seara!”, when seeing you are ignored and the other one tries to help, you let a cry out: “No! GET OUT OF HERE!”

You levitate them and throw them at the ship that awaits your leave. It’s the one you find at your disposal—or some sort of it, anyway.

“Just go!”

You turn, trying not to bear in mind the day where remaining troops found you and when they were about to blaster against you, you swear you could hear Anakin’s husky voice warning you about their presence.

How?

Would you dare to nurture hope? Would you dare to give ears to the truth that has been resounding in your heart at the silent sound of drums? Would you?

Oh for fuck’s sake. You know there is nothing left for me, Y/N…

You dismiss this new hope, rather concentrating in the days Anakin was your Master and when he got hard on you.

“Remember the new blows I taught you, Y/N”, he cried out to you. “Rise and resist!”

You would drop every single time. At every shot, you thought you’d get beaten. But you’d prove him wrong. You were not weak.

“Go on, lass!”

And eventually you did. You not only brought a small smile to his lips, but you surprised Obi-Wan Kenobi. You knocked every opponent down, you surpassed almost every one in your trainings

As you look at the countless enemies that stand right before you, a thought occurs you.

Why should I fear them?

What happens next comes in slow motion. Your cape embraces the cold wind that comes from outside. You can hear the protests of the sisters you are now protecting, thanks to the powers you’ve doubled recently, when you managed to levitate the heavy ship and send it away.

Your eyes never leave your enemies. You remember seeing every moment of your life running right before your eyes. Specially where Anakin is concerned.

‘Remembering you standing quiet in the rain, as I ran to your heart to be near. And we kissed as the sky fell in…’

His caressing, his eyes staring down into yours, the sweet promises that came out of his mouth, the taste of his tongue in a synchronized rhythm with yours… How he held you near, how you heard his heart beating.

Or how he warmed your body in tempest nights, when he soothed your fears concerning thunders, when he peppered your skin with soft kisses.

“I love you”, you often said when he laid next to your side, staring into those blue eyes with the same intensity that hid behind yours. “There is nothing in the world that I ever want more than to be with you.”

“You are the stars of my universe, Y/N”, he whispered back, finding peace in your arms. “I love you. I will always gravitate to you, I will always find you.”

As memory turns into dust and salty tears are swallowed, stuck in your throat, you are brought back to nowadays. The troops step aside and an Inquisitor comes, laughing manically, posing himself a threat with a woman by his side.

“We know who you are”, you are told, hands resting in your sabers. “Almost a Senator, almost a Jedi. It’s what you are. An almost who is now about to become nothing.”

“Yet you treat me like a Jedi”, you answer softly, disdain rolling in your tongue, another inheritance of your husband. “Should I presume you fear me enough to attempt to disqualify me? I am not forgetting the wrongs you’ve done to the one I love.”

Another laughter.

“Did no one tell you that vengeance and anger are not the Jedi way?”

You finally hold your sabers in your hands, eyes narrowed at your opponents.

And a sly smirk twitches in the corner of your lips when you respond them:

“Well, I am no Jedi, you sons of a bitch.”

Thus it is the battle finally begins.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

His eyes stare down into the lifeless corpse of Palpatine. Despise marks Anakin’s yellow eyes as he leaves it there, to public display under the shocked stare of thousands of troops and those who served the Empire loyally.

They all follow their Sith Lord with an astonished gaze stamped in their faces. What are they supposed to do now? A silent, unspoken question that is to meet, however, an even terrible end. Their reward for their evil services is dying under the forces not of Vader, who mysteriously escapes, but those of rebels who sought an opportunity and promptly took it.

Disguised under this vine hood, Vader’s mind and heart are far from the fall of the Empire he helped to build. As he concentrates, he comes to find you in a very violent battle.

Though he is proud of how you fight—(I taught you well, Y/nickname)—he is concerned in the same measure. How on earth will you alone defeat two of the most dangerous inquisitors? Not that he underestimates you, but as Vader is shown the fire spreading around the place you are fighting your war, his concern only grows.

“Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, don’t fight them off! Run away!” He tries to yell at you through the Force.

Though a disturbance is felt, all he can see is the tears that blurry your y/c eyes. Nonetheless, you don’t quake in fear. You are fierce, proud, every inch a Jedi trained and shaped to be one by your Master—the same one you married to.

But you resist. You scream, you give the best of yourself, many of the clones drop dead. But the Inquisitors are harder than you expected them to be.

Eventually though, exhaustion comes at you. Unfortunately, it comes in the wrong time. Right before Vader’s eyes, an explosion occurs.

“Y/N!”

His yells could easily echo throughout the dark silence of a nearly phantasmagoric galaxy as he pilots away to wherever you are. For he knows he will find you.

As he does.

***

Your POV.

You believe you are dead. After a long time spent fighting for others’s wars, you are free. You released yourself after being for so long chained to people pleasing here and there, always tirelessly fighting to do the right. Despite the efforts, all you have received from others—except from your husband—was rudeness and unthankfulness.

However, where is peace? Why is there pain in your body, why does it hurt to breathe? You think you hear someone calling your name.

“Kill me”, you hear yourself gasp. “Please. Put an end to this misery.”

You are surprisingly being held into somebody’s arms. The smell of the scent is familiar to you. No. It cannot be.

“Y/N, my darling… I am here.”

The voice is so familiar that you need not much to acknowledge it. You start crying.

“I must be dead then so we are reunited. Oh, Anakin! I was not waiting for you. I’m so sorry I failed you”, you try to speak amidst the pain that inflicts you.

He is so distressed that you cannot tell what really is going on. You cling into him, sensing somehow in your heart there is a different Anakin that is rocking you in his arms.

But he is still my Anakin, nevertheless. My Anakin.

This is the last thought you have before diving into unconsciousness.

***

Darth Vader’s POV.

He watches as you recover. Both of you are now found in a far away galaxy, somewhere where a new beginning is possible. You wake up in a comfortable bed, dressing a nightgown. A droid looks after you, though Anakin ensures not to leave your side.

“You don’t need to apologize or justify the path you’ve taken”, you tell him for the hundredth time as he apologizes to you. The once proud Jedi and even prouder Sith Lord is humbled before the woman he loves.

Vader is baffled by how well you took the new informations. For fear of losing you, he might’ve omitted some details, though he knows you know what he did not tell you.

But you stay. You cling into his arms, feeling safe. Vader watches you mesmerized.

“How can you…?” He cannot even ask.

You raise your eyes to meet his. Darth Vader is pleased to see some color is now painting your cheeks. You’ve been paled and your recovery took some months. Nonetheless, he’d been there for you: consoling your nightmares, tending your wounds and those unseen scars that left you a deep mark.

“There is good in you, Ani. I know there is”, you stroke his cheek, leaning to peck his lips. Your eyes instantly blurry at the proximity. “I still cannot believe you are here.”

“I’m here, darling. I will not leave you ever again. I… I didn’t know…” He chokes a sob, trying to look strong for you.

“Shhh, it’s fine. It’s all right. Come here.” You pull him against your arms and there he stays, his face buried in your neck. “We will get through this together, it’s what you always told me. I love you, Ani.”

His fears are easily soothed by you. The proximity of your bodies helps remembering how close you used to be—in every possible meaning—before the bloody war and the Emperor meddled and ruined your lives.

Yet, as Lord Vader comes to find out, even in darkness it is possible to let there be light. Little by little, he comes to terms with who he is—something you’ve always done, in fact. When now looking into your face, he is amazed by it.

You never expected him to change his nature, you did not yell at him, calling him names for what he’d done. All you two did was talk about what was done and why it was done, never judging the other for it.

“I love you, angel”, he says rather possessively, holding you close.

Playing with your hair and gently resting his hand on your shoulder, you turn at him when sensing the subtle change of his voice. You side smirk at him, feeling the same feeling.

As you rest your hand in his chest, you peck his lips, bitting his bottom lip.

“I love you too, Ani. I’ve missed you”, your voice comes in a whisper as you move your free hand to dive in his curls.

There is only a brief instant of silence hanging in between you. No more pain, no more nightmares at long last. It’s just you two. No more Jedis or Siths, but a husband with his wife.

It wakes the spark that for a very long time had been drowned in both of you. And he is surprised when your hand slips from his chest to his pants.

“Y/N”, he gasps softly. “What… Fuck.”

You smirk against his lips, enjoying the feeling of having his manhood getting hard under your delicate fingers, moving it up and down—slowly at first before increasing the rhythm just the way he enjoys it.

“I missed this”, you moan softly as he kisses you. “I missed us.”

And just like that, the dark beast comes out again. He kisses your neck, leaving all the gentleness behind when Anakin, formerly Lord Vader, bites it, hungry for your touch.

“Oh”, and you enjoy it, not only the feeling you have upon his manhood, but how he is completely dominating in bed.

“My sweet heart”, he growls under his breath as he starts to push your nightgown over your head, moving his body over yours. “Fuck. I…. Shit. No, no. It’s not about me tonight. Let me reward you for your good will towards me darling. Let me make you see stars.”

A shiver runs in your body the moment he says it, pinning your hands above your head all the whilst you feel him so damn close to your feminine parts, which almost makes you whimper.

Specially when he removes his shirt.

“Fuck”, you curse, feeling wet in between your legs.

Anakin smirks down at you before your cursing. He gently parts your legs, teasing you as he first removes your panties before moving his hands to your waist, arms and gently cupping your cheeks.

“Look what I made you into”, he chuckles. “Corrupting you, aren’t I?”

His thumb plays with your full lips and you take the opportunity to bite it and lick it as well. Anakin groans, hardening in the process.

“Oh by the Maker.”

“Yes?” You feign innocence when he looks at you. “Do you remember when you taught me so many ways to please my Master?”

His hands slip to your throat, wrapping them around it, but never doing anything that goes beyond the limits both of you once settled. His eyes stare down your nipples: he loves watching them getting hard under his touch. He in fact loves how easily you react to him.

“How naughty of you, Y/N”, he leans his body forward as he starts to touch your chest, hands playing with your breasts. “Have you been longing for me, wife?”

Anakin smirks pleased when seeing you blush.

“Y-Yes”, you moan in desperation, overall when he uses one of his hands to tease your womanhood. “Oh my… Anakin!”

As you interlock gazes, you feel as if you’d been brought back to heaven and the Lord Vader you know is the dark angel that’s made it reach to you.

***

Your POV.

You have missed riding him. Oh yes, you have. Every naughtiness there has been in you comes back with no shame. Anakin can tell the same as you move your hips slowly, taking his cock rightly so, as if he needs to remember you own him. As he owns you. As each owns the other.

“Oh Maker”, you throw your head back as his touch in your womanhood, as every grasp against your body sets your soul alight. “Oh my… You electrify me, love!”

“I’ve never been so alive as when I’m with you”, you lean downwards again to kiss his lips hungrily, famine for him, for his soul and flesh.

Anakin now flips positions and he is dominating you once more, leaving tons of bruises in your body, subjugating you to his will. His moves are harder now, matching your screams.

“Shit”, he curses when sensing his climax.

“Give me your seed”, you beg him, which makes him smirk.

Because for some reason he knows and so do you. That this night is not any night. And just like that he complies to your wishes.

Bathed in salt, your bodies are too tangled in each other to make any distinction. Anakin nuzzles against your neck, kissing you softly as he locks his hand against yours.

You rest against his chest, clinging onto him, never again experiencing this kind of bliss.

“Thank you, love”, you capture his whisper just as you start to fall asleep.

You turn your head to meet his eyes. One is painted with the old shade of blue so familiar to you, whilst the other remains yellow.

“What for, sweetheart?”, you ask him.

As he puts a loose lock behind your ear, you can tell he is thrilled.

“For this. For your forgiveness and your love. For…”

“Shh”, you interrupt him. Turning on your elbows, you smile at him as you wipe away his tears. “I will always love you, Anakin Skywalker. And you will be the father of my children. I’ve always known this. Always. We are a family, remember?”

“Yes”, he whispers softly. “Yes we are.”

That night the two of you fall asleep under the certainty something better awaits in a near future…

***

Epilogue.

Ten years later.

“Daaaaad! Luke got your… Oh, you didn’t tell me we had visitors”, Leia blushes. “Hello there, grandpa Ben!”

Anakin and you have been discussing your new steps as Senator of Coruscant when your daughter steps abruptly in the living room.

“I am too old to remind you it’s uncle Ben”, Obi-Wan chuckles, shaking his head.

“I can see your grey hair though, Master”, you joke back.

“Besides”, Anakin adds cheerfully, “didn’t I tell you that you were the closest thing to a father? But you have to wait for me because it apparently Luke has been up to another mischief.”

You sigh heavily as you pour some tea and surrender to your daughter’s pleas about eating chocolate cookie.

In the meantime, though, Anakin’s eyes go wide when he sees Luke took his younger brother, Ben, to a trip without his knowledge. He would have laughed if he didn’t know how fast Luke likes to pilot.

Y/N often says he got it after me…

Swallowing a laughter, Anakin scowls:

“LUKE AND BEN SKYWALKER! Did you go pilot without asking my permission again?”

The two boys exchange guilty glances. Anakin would be delighted to how cute they are had he not been concerned about parenting—or you’d scold him for that, accused of being too permissive with your sons.

“Leia is such a gossiper!”, Ben complains.

“Don’t say that about your sister. Come now, inside. Tell your mother what you did.”

“But dad!”, Luke pouts. “Why?"

"You know very well why, Luke Skywalker."

As he steps inside and finds Leia following you everywhere you go--and you are pregnant again, so Leia is always talking about having a sister because it's unfair how Luke has a brother to make him company.

"I see the boys get something from their father", Obi-Wan remarks in between chuckles.

You join him in laughters.

"Oh you have no idea how much!"

"But I got after my mother!", Leia protests proudly so.

"Of course you do", says Obi-Wan, watching as you beam and kiss her head. "Well time rushes. I hope to see you both on Monday. There are lots to be done! And kids, behave!"

You lean into Anakin's embrace as you two watch the children saying goodbye from their "grandpa" Ben. It's only then you chuckle and say:

"You think I wouldnt notice that you and your brother were up to no good again, Luke Skywalker? So much like your father."

"And it's time to homework now if I aint mistaken", says Anakin, unable to hold back his laughters before their complaints. "Go on. No candy before it's all done. Love, you can do what you have to do. I'm looking after them tonignt."

You beam as you kiss him in his lips, earning some "eeeew" from the children. But this family is everything you wanted. Everything you and Anakin deserved. And this is only growing...

#star wars imagine #star wars #imagine star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #darth vader smut #darth vader x you #darth vader x y/n #darth vader x female reader #alternative universs #luke and leia

[darthgloris]

☆ STAR WARS MASTERLIST ☆

✪ LUKE SKYWALKER

Adorable - fem!Jedi!bi!reader *

Luke and Y/N have had a special bond since she first found him unconscious on the Jundland wastes; however, their friendly thoughts about each other turn into deeper feelings soon enough, feelings that seem obvious to everyone but each other. Princess Leia has had enough of their obliviousness and, with the help of her counterpart Han Solo, decides to give them a little push in the right direction.

✯ ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Our Padawan - fem!Jedi!reader

Padawan learner Ahsoka Tano takes a big risk during a mission: fighting General Grievous on her own. Her Masters, Anakin and Y/N, are ready to protect her from every and any danger. When they get her to safety, Anakin is relieved, but Y/N's fear of losing the young girl gets in the way of her being glad that Ahsoka didn't get hurt.

Our Padawan II - fem!Jedi!reader

The trio's next mission is on Anakin's home planet, Tatooine. In a moment of free time, Ahsoka is practicing her lightsaber skills on her own, while Y/N and Anakin spend some alone time together. Ahsoka's training routine is interrupted by a Sith plot, and when her Masters run to rescue her again, something goes terribly wrong.

Our Padawan III - fem!Jedi!reader

After the chaos in the gorge, Ahsoka and Anakin descend the cliffs to look for Y/N. The young girl finds her sprawled out on the ground and hopelessly tries to get her to wake up. When Anakin finds his Padawan trying to make her get up, his heart crumbles. As he grieves the love of his life, Ahsoka guilts herself into believing it was her fault.

Under The Stars - fem!Jedi!reader *

Y/N's Padawan, Rose, risks her life during a battle and is saved at the last possible minute by another Jedi. When Y/N goes to thank him after the battle, she sees just how attractive and respectful he is. Out one night, away from the eyes of the Order, their stargazing becomes a moment to share they way the have felt about each other all this time.

✧ OBI-WAN KENOBI

Kindness - fem!reader (coming soon)

After a happy accident, Y/N meets Obi-Wan in the sandy dunes and sketchy cliffs of Tatooine. She immediately offers him a place to stay, and slowly but surely, he warms up to her enough to start falling for her kind and gentle nature.

✬ LEIA ORGANA

Surprise..? - fem!Jedi!reader *

When Leia finally has a break from her duties, she rushes to her girlfriend's room to give her some attention. The sweet moment turns into a heated make-out session, and just as it's about to turn into more, Luke comes looking for Leia and finds out about their secret relationship.

2AM THOUGHTS COLLECTION

#1

Anakin (romantic) and Ahsoka (platonic) visit coffeshopworker!reader

#2

Seeing Anakin in a fluffy snow outfit for the first time during a mission on Hoth

#3

Y/N and Ahsoka annoying Anakin while he relaxes

#4

"This idiot is so down bad, your honour."

#5

Ahsoka snitching on Anakin to Y/N about his crush on her

#6

Anakin confesses to Y/N on accident

#7

Ahsoka and Obi-Wan teasing Anakin after his first time with Y/N

#8 *

unburnt!Vader is attracted to a Jedi

#9 *

Backshots with husband!Vader

* = spicy content/smut

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #tcw ahsoka #tcw anakin #star wars the clone wars #tcw obi wan #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #princess leia x reader #leia organa x reader #leia organa #princess leia

[anatee]

Bloody Skywalker | Pt. 1 | Anakin x Reader

Summary: Obi-Wan knew that putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. The most interesting things, however, are happening right where he can’t see the bloody Skywalker.

Content: Anakin x Female!Padawan!reader, jealousy angst, bits of fluff, Padme hate club, no mature content (yet 😏)

Word count: 6.6K

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A set of memories - and she was in all of them, making it impossible for Anakin to fall asleep. He was staring into the dark ceiling before eventually drifting off to the land of memories, one he hadn't been able to escape for some time, one that protected him from the reality he'd been feeling uneasy in...

As he turned away from Padme sleeping at his side, the first memory clouded his head, the oldest one he had of someone else.

It was a very warm day years ago, one that reminded him of his life on Tatooine. He was walking through the Jedi temple with Obi-Wan, who was slowly explaining their upcoming mission to him, and nothing was out of the ordinary - that's why Anakin had no reasons to even suspect he was about to meet someone who would impact his life so much.

A young girl they almost bumped into after turning a corner.

"Oh, right, the two of you haven't met before," said Obi-Wan, immediately recognising her. "Anakin, meet Y/N, Grand Master Yoda's new Padawan."

"I didn't know Master Yoda had Padawans," said Anakin to Kenobi's apparent disappointment.

"Anakin..." He sighed heavily, covering his face with his hand and the girl just giggled, making the boy laugh, too.

"Pleasure to meet you, Anakin," she said confidently as they exchanged a greeting. "I've heard a lot about you from your master."

"Oh, have you? Wonder what that was..."

Kenobi just shook his head as Anakin took a moment to take her in. Y/N had to be around his age and, overall, looked quite pretty, even if the Jedi robe wasn't exactly the most outstanding fashion piece.

"Where are you from?" Anakin asked curiously.

"I'm from Nab..."

"Now, as nice as it is," Obi-Wan interjected, "Anakin and I have to excuse ourselves, Y/N. They are expecting us. You two will have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Oh, yes, I see." She bowed her head slightly. "So until the next time, Anakin."

And they got to meet again just a week later, again in the Jedi temple. She was training with Yoda himself, trying to deflect each and every one of the swings of his lightsaber, which wasn't easy in spite of her being much taller than him. Anakin watched all of this in awe, and even after years he remembered how impressed he was, how he wondered if he were better.

Eventually, Yoda knocked Y/N's blue lightsaber out of her hand, and she fell to her knees, having completely lost balance.

"I'm sorry for failing again, Master," she said with her head hung low while breathing heavily, unable to look him in the eye. Yoda didn't seem to be angry nor disappointed - on the contrary, he hid his weapon with the faintest smile.

"Do not worry, still learning you are," he told her loudly.

"See, Anakin?" Obi-Wan turned to his Padawan. "That's what I've been telling you, too."

Yoda turned towards the unexpected guests as if he had just spotted them. Obi-Wan and Anakin moved closer as he spoke to them:

"Oh! Fight together the two of you should." He pointed at Anakin. "Your skills checking you should try."

Y/N raised her head in surprise, then used the Force to bring her lightsaber back into her hand.

"Excellent idea," said Obi-Wan as she stood up to meet them. "It will be good training for both of you."

Y/N, who was already standing next to the three of them, exchanged looks with Anakin.

"Shall we?" he asked with a small smile, one she had already come to like. Hell, the guy was handsome, and she didn't need to know him well to see that.

"Alright then," she replied, and even though she was still tired from her battle with Yoda, she was eager to find out how Anakin fought, to find out more about him.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan called him, and the boy turned to him one last time. "Be gentle, just gentle," he mouthed.

"Oh, I heard that, Master," Y/N said, clearly offended. "He doesn't have to. I can handle it."

"It has nothing to do with you, Y/N. You just don't know him yet," Obi-Wan explained, causing Anakin to chuckle. Y/N didn't even know she was about to find out her opponent wasn't aggressive - but just pure chaos.

"Leave them to themselves we shall," Yoda said to Kenobi, nodding wisely. "Not always their Masters by their side they will have."

Obi-Wan was a little afraid of doing that, knowing what Anakin could do, but he nodded eventually, not intending to disobey Yoda's ideas.

The Masters left, and before their Padawans knew it, they were fighting with each other, lightsaber to lightsaber, although neither of them was really trying to hurt the other. They both wanted to talk; and why not use the 'fight' for that?

"So you didn't tell me and I ask again," he said in between the swings of his lightsaber as if it was nothing, "where are you from?"

For a moment, she didn't speak, concentrating on deflecting his blows, until eventually she found time to focus on talking as well.

"Naboo, you?"

"Tatooine," he replied, barely avoiding the swing above his head.

"The sand one, isn't it?" she asked as he retaliated, almost poking his lightsaber through her hand. Anakin found time to nod in between his swift moves, then clashed his lightsaber with hers.

"I hate sand, though," he said, and this was when Y/N was lost. She stopped in her tracks for a second, and Anakin seized the opportunity to knock her weapon out of her hand, but she didn't seem to care - instead, she began laughing hysterically. Anakin lowered his lightsaber and watched her in confusion.

"I'm sorry, I..." She couldn't utter a word between her giggles. "This was the funniest thing I've ever heard. I can't." She kept on laughing, almost becoming out of breath in the process.

"Does that mean I win?" he asked with a grin.

"Yes, you can have it." She said between her chuckles. "Let's say you won verbally..."

"I don't know why it's so funny, but if I win, then I'm not going to argue." He shrugged and she just shook her head.

"I don't even know what's got into me." She was breathing heavily while using the Force to retrieve her lightsaber again. "One way or another... It's nice getting to know you. Maybe we should continue our conversation during dinner?"

Anakin agreed eagerly, feeling famished. He didn't notice it, but during that dinner it was sometimes difficult for her to look him in the eye - he was astonishingly handsome from up close, and it really made her act like an embarrassed teen. But they were both still young, so she hoped it could be somehow forgiven... And she hoped Anakin didn't see her as a silly girl who couldn't handle talking to a good-looking guy.

He didn't. He came to like her quickly, too, and they had much to talk about, including gossiping about their respectful masters. This was when he found out she was an orphan and used to work as a herbalist on Naboo, and how Yoda found her and offered to train her after he sensed she could use the Force. She admitted that the Jedi order was the first group of people that felt like family to her, especially because she had never met her parents. He, too, revealed his past to her, and how he missed his mother. This touched Y/N; she really appreciated the fact he opened up to her, what made her like much more than just his face.

"May the Force be with you, Anakin," Y/N told him as they parted that day, smiling to him sincerely. The long conversation they had made her think he was a truly interesting person, even if he acted a bit silly at times.

"You too... Y/N," Anakin replied, cracking a smile, too.

A few years have passed, but he still remembered that day very well, because it was the beginning of their friendship, one that lately was becoming more and more difficult. Now that he was laying in his bed, unable to sleep beacuse of nightmares that had been haunting him constantly for days, he tried to think of all these good moments just to feel better. Padme didn't understand him; at least that's what he thought. She wasn't Force sensitive, she had no idea what he was going through...

Padme was another matter that made things harder between him and Y/N. He remembered that day from a few months before when she saw them together for the first time. Anakin was terrified, but it was nothing compared to what Y/N was feeling.

It was the day her heart shattered completely. She had been falling for him for months - but how could she not when he was young and bright, when they had so much to talk about, when he looked the way he looked...? Of course, she tried to restrain herself, because the Jedi order didn't allow any attachments - but when she saw him with another girl, it became clear to her she wasn't able to let it go.

Her self-confidence dropped significantly after that, too. It was obvious Anakin would be more interested in someone like Padme - coming from Naboo, of course Y/N knew who she was... But Anakin had no idea what was going through her mind.

"Are you going to report it?" he asked her that day, and it pierced her heart. Talking to him after what she'd seen was agony.

One part of her wanted it, the selfishness provoked by hurt wanted her to run to Kenobi and tell him everything, make them split up or make Anakin leave the Jedi... But she couldn't do that to him, not when she loved him.

"No," she replied in a shaky voice. "Love doesn't choose, does it?" she added since she knew better than anyone that it did not, in fact, choose. If it did, she would never choose to fall for that bloody Skywalker.

"Thank you," he breathed out and she just nodded, unable to look into his eyes.

"But if I were you, I would be more careful. Especially around your Master," she muttered, then turned on her heel to leave, knowing she couldn't talk to him anymore.

Things got worse from then on. Anakin noticed that she was trying to distance herself from him, and thought it was because he was defying the Jedi code. He had no idea it was purely because she was hopelessly trying to lose feelings for him.

It was a burden, one that was getting worse and worse, especially when their Masters made them work together. Y/N tried to remain professional, tried not to look at him too much, tried to forget about him while he was oblivious to her tortures. And every time they parted, she thought about him going back to Padme, risking his position for her...

Anakin had no idea it became too much for Y/N a mere week ago. She had to at least talk about it to someone, having been suffocating for months, and she needed advice. Too afraid to confess everything to her own Master, she decided to turn to someone who knew Anakin best - and it was Obi-Wan.

It was a calm, warm evening when she found herself in front of Kenobi's quarters, then raised her hand shakily to knock. She sensed he was there, yet still had the slightest hope he wouldn't answer. Maybe it was a stupid idea to come to him after all...?

Eventually and inevitably, the door opened, revealing a surprised man who was apparently preparing for bed.

"Oh, Y/N," said Obi-Wan, clearly shocked by whom he saw.

"Master Obi-Wan, I'm sorry for disturbing you," she murmured quickly, "but can I talk to you?"

"Well, uh, yes, of course," he replied, trying to act as if he was completely composed and ready to act. "Did something happen?"

"I have a problem and..." She heaved a sigh, lowering her head. "I'm afraid to talk to Master Yoda about it."

This was when Obi-Wan immediately became more serious and moved aside to let her into his room.

"Come on in, then."

Before she knew it, she was sitting on his bed in a dimly lit room while he was standing in front of her with a concerned frown. She was already regretting coming to him, but the damage had been done.

"So what is it?" he asked, making her sigh again.

Now or never.

"I... I have fallen in love."

Obi-Wan closed his eyes as if bracing for impact. He expected something else... But now he understood why she was so nervous, and how hard it will be to help her.

"I know, I know, I know I must not," she said quickly, having noticed his expression. "That's why I'm here, asking you how to cope with it."

This was the man's turn to sigh. He crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the wall, knowing how hard of a conversation it will be. He wasn't surprised she didn't want to talk to Yoda about it.

"I'm much older than you and I still haven't found the solution, you know?" He ran his hand through his hair. "It's as hard as it gets, I'm afraid..."

Y/N nodded, hugging her arms to herself. If even Kenobi couldn't handle it... Then how could she?

"Maybe I should leave the order. I cannot be a good Jedi if I..."

"Hey, don't say that." Obi-Wan immediately plopped down next to her to somehow have control of what she was doing. "You have the Force with you, you have the talent, Master Yoda wouldn't want to teach you if you didn't..."

"But what good can I be if I can't control my emotions?" she interjected, feeling completely helpless. "It's been months. And I can't let go, even though I tried."

"Listen, falling in love in itself isn't a sin..." he began, wondering how to begin. "It just depends on what you do with it."

"It's hard to control it if I see him almost every day," she whispered and then clasped a hand over her mouth as realisation took over.

At that point, Obi-Wan had to ask the question that was on his mind ever since she confessed her problem.

"It's Anakin, isn't it?"

"Don't ask me that question."

Of course it was him. Kenobi was afraid it would come to this - but could he blame her? Many times he thought putting two young people together would result in too many emotions to handle, yet he just stood there and watched it all unfold for years. If it weren't for the code, he would give these two his own blessing; his heart rose when they laughed with each other just to become serious the moment they needed to focus on the mission, and just how young, beautiful and blissful they looked together...

"I hate these rules," she said eventually, shaking her head.

"I sometimes do, too," Obi-Wan admitted. "But it's not the end of the world, Y/N, trust me."

"I will not disturb you any further." She stood up quickly, then rushed towards the door. "I have to go and... Reconsider my place here."

"Y/N, look at me." Obi-Wan grabbed her shoulder to turn her towards him. "I know it's hard, but you'll get through this. And I will help you if you want. Just... Don't make any impulsive decisions, alright? We can't lose people like you from the Jedi."

"I... I promise I'll think about it," she replied eventually, then left, now even more puzzled than before meeting Kenobi.

Now, a week later, Anakin still had no idea. He also had no idea what he was about to do to Y/N as he slid off his bed. He knew it was no use trying to fall asleep again; he had to talk to her and regain what they had. He threw on a robe to cover his bare chest, then, without even glancing at sleeping Padme, left the room as if in trance.

Y/N's temporary bedroom was just several corridors away. Anakin felt a bit weird about going to meet her; they haven't spoken for a few days, maybe even more if you excluded some forced dialogue, and it really upset him. He couldn't know, however, it was her trying to let go of him again.

She was fast asleep until she suddenly felt a shiver come down her spine. She thought it was a nightmare overtaking her body, but she quickly realised it was the Force, notifying her someone close to her was near.

No, why am I sensing him again... I'm losing my mind.

However, it didn't take much before she realised it wasn't a dream. Knocking on her bedroom's door was pretty much real, and she stirred awake. It was all so sudden that she didn't even think about it - scared that there might be an emergency, she jumped out of her bed just in her nightgown.

She sensed who was standing on the other side of the door - and yet, she didn't want to believe it. She opened before she could hesitate any further, and her mouth fell open.

It was him. Bloody Skywalker.

"Anakin? What are you doing here?" she asked sleepily, suddenly feeling very conscious that he could ogle her exposed shoulders and collarbone, even if there was only some city lights getting inside through the window, so neither of them saw too much. He was in a robe, his longish hair ruffled, and it seemed like he had just left bed, too. Y/N looked behind him, as if looking for any signs of commotion, but everything seemed perfectly peaceful. So why would he come to her in the middle of the night?

"Can we... Talk?" he asked quietly, then gulped, making her imagine the worst possible scenarios.

"Is it something bad?" 

"No... Yes?" He looked up at her. "I'm not sure."

Y/N sighed. Although she's been trying to avoid him, she knew it would be impossible for her to refuse him. Especially not when he stood there, looking like this, and the night protected them both. 

"Maybe that's not how I should've started," he added after a moment, having seen her uncertain expression. "I know you're avoiding me. Even though... I don't know why. Did I do something to you?"

Why did he have to ask that?

Y/N just stepped aside, giving him clear permission to enter - so he did, but he was still waiting for her answer, glancing at her hopefully. He hated the atmosphere between them now and was determined to change it.

Y/N closed the door, then leaned against it as if for support and crossed her arms. She had to answer; after all, it was her who began distancing herself, and they've been growing apart ever since she found out about Padme.

"It's not about you, Anakin," she muttered eventually, her gaze focused on anything but him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not your fault that I'm avoiding you," she whispered, afraid that if she said that any louder her voice would crack and she would become a mess of a person.

"Then what happened?" he asked with pure concern. "I miss it when we... When we just spent time together. And laughed and... Don't you remember when we used to race in ships and Obi-Wan said you couldn't leave us alone for a minute?"

She couldn't bear it. Her heart was aching while she listened to all of that - she missed it all, too, of course she did, but...

"Anakin, just tell me why you came here," she said much more aggressively than she had intended, hoping to just get this over with.

He hesitated, but then took a deep breath before sitting on her bed. He immediately looked at her for approval - something he never needed before - but she just kept on staring at the floor. That's why he decided it would be best to just talk.

"I've been feeling so uneasy lately. For days now. And with Padme, I feel like she doesn't understand a word I'm saying, we've become... Different, somehow."

"Why are you telling me this?" She looked at him for the first time, now more woken up than ever. "Why don't you talk to her about it?"

"I tried. But as I said... She doesn't understand the Force. I see it clearer and clearer every day." He sighed and raised his head, hoping to look into her eyes. "And I know you understand me, Y/N. I've always told you that."

Anakin could see something was breaking inside her. Her expression was changing from somehow offended to sad, heartbroken even, and it hurt him to see her like this, too. She felt as if her heart was a knot which could not be undone unless Anakin did it.

"And most of all... I wish we could be close again," he admitted in a whisper.

This was her last straw. Tears appeared in her eyes as she immediately covered her face to hide from him, even if it was pointless in the small, dark room they were in.

Anakin stood up to stand next to her. "Hey, what's happening?" 

"You have your nightmares and I have my own nightmares, too," she admitted eventually, having no more strength to keep it in. "I've fallen in love as well."

She looked at him with glistening eyes. It was as though she could hear blood boiling in all of her veins as she realised what she had said. It was a nightmare and a bliss at the same time, because even if she didn't admit whom she loved, at least half of the burden was off of her.

"Oh," Anakin blurted out.

Shock took over him, and some unpleasant feelings, too. He didn't know why he didn't like that information or why it affected his body in a negative way, but he got a knot of his own, right in his stomach.

"He doesn't know, though," she continued as if she wasn't talking to the very man she had fallen for. "And he won't. But... I recently talked to Obi-Wan about leaving the Order."

This completely shattered Anakin.

"No!" he yelled immediately and grabbed her wrists, causing his robe to move and expose some of his chest. "I mean, you can't do that, you're a great Jedi, you..."

"A Jedi who can't control her emotions." She inhaled sharply, trying not to focus on his hands being on her. "You know something about it, too. I suppose you were right... I do understand you." She looked him in the eye and regretted it immediately, thinking she might melt from the inside.

It's been a while since she saw him like this. These bright eyes she liked so much, ones she loved to see light up when he laughed. Moreover, standing so close to him had never been so hard. She wanted to touch him, hug him, let him collapse into her arms or the other way around, do anything she could to help him, hell, she would even let him stay in her room if it weren't for so many obstacles.

"Don't leave. Please," he whispered and she shivered. Hearing this from him made all the difference.

"But I hate these rules. The people here may be like my family, but on the other hand, I want to live, too. Besides, don't you want to leave, too? For Padme?"

Mentioning Padme worked like a spell. He snapped out of everything and eventually let go of Y/N's wrists, having realised he was still holding them. At that moment, Padme seemed completely unimportant, almost like a stranger...

"That is... Another problem."

"What?"

"It's not only about the Force. Padme questions most of my decisions lately. And I don't think I'm doing anything wrong, I just..."

"What?" Y/N repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You've been, if anything, completely calm lately. That's very unlike you, if you ask me."

"I think so too. See? You do understand me."

Y/N took a deep breath and finally found a moment to compose herself. She wiped her tears and coughed.

"I suppose you're right... We've known each other for years now... Trainings, missions..." she confirmed, this time trying not to stare at his chest which was showing from underneath his robe.

"So about us... Will we be okay?"

She wanted them to be okay, more than anything. But at the same time, what good was it for if it would make her fall for him harder?

She looked into his eyes again.

"I don't hate you, Anakin, I hope you know this. I could never hate you." She took another deep breath.. "It's just... I'm going through some things, too. But if you're feeling unwell, you can always talk to me. You should try and sleep for now, sleepless nights won't help you. And maybe... Try resolving things with Padme, and if it doesn't work, then maybe this is just... Not it."

She couldn't believe she added that last sentence, but Anakin didn't bat an eye. Warmth filled up his body, because in spite of what she said earlier, he could hear sincere concern in her voice. She always cared for him, even when he had stupid ideas or injuries he basically asked for...

"Thank you. I will," he said eventually. "But more than anything, I hope we will... Reconcile."

After that, he left eventually, somehow hurt, somehow uneasy. The moment the door closed behind him, Y/N fell onto her bed to cry into the mattress.

There was no way out.

Now, more than ever, she understood why the Jedi Order disapproved of attachments - because that's what they led to...

Days passed, and Y/N still kept her distance, although it wasn't possible to forget that late night conversation with him. It made things even more awkward than before, because what did that talk change? She was still in love with him, he was still with Padme, and they both still had to obey the Jedi code.

Obi-Wan also sensed the tension, especially now that he knew her secret. He didn't tell a soul, but observed her quietly and tried to help, oblivious to the fact that he would worsen things. He called Anakin and Y/N to himself, intending to give them a mission - and a chance to sort things out. There was just one tiny detail...

"Y/N, while Master Yoda is busy, he allowed me to take care of you," Obi-Wan said, and it put Y/N's heart at ease. Yoda has been absent for a few days now and she couldn't do much.

"Of course." She bowed her head, standing next to Anakin but not daring to touch him in any way. He kept on glancing at her, hopeful for any kind of sign that they were alright.

"And it so happens I have a task for both of you," Obi-Wan continued, "you have to escort Senator Amidala to the Senate."

Y/N closed her eyes, then gritted her teeth to prevent crying or any other reactions, really. Obi-Wan thought Padme would be a good catalyst between the two Padawans, unaware of her relationship with Anakin... Unaware it will be torture for Y/N.

Anakin didn't look too happy, either. He sighed quietly, only hoping Y/N will keep her promise of silence.

"Is it okay with you?" he asked as they walked together towards the aircraft. "I can do this alone if you..."

"I'm a Jedi knight just like you," she cut him off, "I can handle it no problem," she claimed, although there was already something swirling in her chest and stomach. 

Jealousy. Jealousy she couldn't restrain.

"Alright, alright..." Anakin said, and he could sense the subject was sensitive for her.

This was the first time he thought... Maybe Padme was the real problem between the two of them? And if so... Was he to choose between them?

"If anything, it's you who should try to remain professional," she added with venom, one that she didn't even know she had in herself.

"I will, I will," he assured her.

A few minutes later they were by the ship where Padme was already waiting for them. She smiled at Anakin, but her expression changed quickly when she noticed he wasn't alone. Y/N didn't blame her - she wasn't exactly happy to see her, either.

"Good day to you, Senator Amidala," she said politely despite her feelings and got an equally polite response. Having entered the small aircraft, Anakin and Y/N looked at the pilot's seat at the same time, then at each other, as if competing.

"You take it," she said quickly, bowing slightly as though she was offering the seat to him. She hoped that if he had to focus on flying, he wouldn't even have time to look at Padme. It was selfish, but also a life-saver for Y/N.

"I was always the better flyer, wasn't I?" Anakin grinned as he took the seat, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Don't get too cocky. I just want you to do all the work while I relax," Y/N replied as she sat down behind him, causing Padme, seated next to her, to chuckle.

"But I've won all our races," he argued, turning to look at Y/N with a smirk.

"I would love to slap you now, Anakin, but I'll stay professional for Senator's sake."

He laughed again, and so did Padme, but Y/N didn't share their amusement. She was doing all of this to release the tension, to try and persuade herself it won't be that bad, but in her heart, she felt completely rotten.

"Anakin, just be careful, okay?" Padme asked as he prepared for take-off.

"I'm always careful."

Y/N snorted loudly. "Never heard a bigger lie."

Anakin smiled to himself. He took all her teasing as a good sign and was happy to see that she did not comment on his relationship with Padme at all. Everything was going smoothly: the journey, the landing, coming into the Senate... Until they were about to go back.

Y/N parted from Anakin and Padme just for a moment. She found them by the ship and was just about to tell them they were ready to go back when she realised she'd stepped right into the middle of the couple's heated argument.

"Why is she here?" She heard Padme's voice and, on instinct, hid behind one of the ship's wings. Did Amidala mean her?

"Padme, it wasn't my choice, Obi-Wan..."

"But you could've said something," she interrupted.

"I couldn't, you know he's my Master, besides, Y/N..."

"Y/N this, Y/N that, you've been constantly talking about her for weeks now! And today I could also see how you look at her. You've never looked at me like this."

Y/N felt as though her heart got stuck in her throat; she was glad she had the wing for support, because her legs were becoming weak. This information was news to her, and she simply couldn't believe in what she was hearing - Padme was jealous of her? 

Anakin heaved a sigh. "Listen, we just understand each other, we're in the same pos..."

"And I don't understand? Because I'm not a Jedi?"

And this seemed to work like a switch on Anakin. Y/N watched him from afar, yet she could still see his expression darken; she's never seen him like this, and it somehow terrified her.

"Well, yes, if I'm being honest, lately you don't understand," he almost growled.

Y/N gaped at him. That tone, that face, these words... It wasn't the Anakin she's known so far. Padme seemed to be just as surprised, taking a step back from him.

"How can you say that?"

"Say what? The truth?" he hissed.

Y/N wasn't able to take too much time focusing on the increasing speed of her heartbeat. She had to reveal herself somehow, especially before Anakin could calm down so he wouldn't sense her. Before Padme could respond to that, she quickly came out of her hiding and said loudly:

"I think we are ready to go."

She tried to act as if she had not heard a word of their argument, but, at the same time, it was particularly difficult not to watch their reactions. Padme still looked stunned - he still looked furious.

"Yes, we are," Anakin confirmed and gave Padme one last glare, then walked away to open the door of the ship.

Padme composed herself in front of Y/N, but the latter could see her clenched jaw clearly.

"Senator," Y/N said, gesturing for her to get into the aircraft first, and so she did without a word.

The journey back was silent and extremely tense. The moment they landed, Y/N, despite her jealousy, wanted to give them a moment to reconcile. She approached Anakin right after leaving the ship and whispered:

"You can stay if you want, Anakin. I'll go and report to Ob..."

"No, I'm going with you," he interrupted, his frown gone as he looked at her. "I don't need to stay here."

And so he did, surprising her even more. He was acting as if there was no argument whatsoever, often gracing Y/N with the beautiful smile she loved so much. However, she knew him well enough to see there was pain behind his eyes, and wondered whether she should ask him about it.

Eventually she decided to give him some time. If he argued with Padme because of her... Then talking to him about it might not have been the best idea.

Y/N spent the next day on waiting patiently for any sign from Anakin, any information about what she had heard - all of that while trying to process the fact Padme was jealous of her. Was it simply because they spent so much time together as Jedi... Or was it something else Anakin did or said that she had no idea about?

While she was preparing for bed in the evening, she heard knocking on her door, and it made her heart skip a beat. The Force, however, was hinting that it was not Anakin waiting for her to open. Seconds later, it was Obi-Wan whom Y/N was letting in.

"How are you? Did you decide anything?" he asked with sincere concern while she was sitting on her bed.

She took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to leave the Order," she replied, having decided this because of Anakin.

"Oh, that's good news. I'm relieved." Obi-Wan smiled at once.

"But nothing else changed," she added sadly, even though it was a lie. A lot changed in her heart after hearing that one argument, but, obviously, she wasn't going to tell Obi-Wan about it.

"Did you tell him...?"

"No, of course not! That would be madness." She shook her head vigorously. "But... It's still hard."

"I know, Y/N, I know." Obi-Wan sat down beside her, then put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But at least you're staying here and I can help you. It'll be okay."

But it wasn't.

Just a few busy days later she had some time to breathe. She was eating alone at the Jedi temple, trying to process everything that has been happening lately. She told Obi-Wan she would not leave, but actually began considering it again, after spending almost every night dreaming about him. Padme's words were echoing in her head - I could also see how you look at her...

Her heart was jumping with joy every time she remembered them, however sadness overtook her body instantly as she realised that this love had no chance for a happy ending either way. Tears appeared in her eyes for the first time since talking to Anakin, and she hated them.

"May I?"

The unexpected voice almost made her jump in her seat. She looked up and saw - to her horror -  Anakin: standing there with his plate, smiling, and apparently willing to join her during the meal. She wasn't ready for this - and simply panicked.

"Yes, but... You know, I'm actually finished, so..." She stood up quickly and began walking away as fast as she could, even though deep down she knew Anakin would probably catch her.

"Y/N!" he called, then left his plate to go after her immediately. She was already on her way out of the room, new tears in her eyes as she tried to hide from him. Anakin didn't need much to catch up with her and noticed them immediately.

"Why are you crying?" he asked in a worried tone, standing in front of her and grabbing her hands. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

She didn't have any strength anymore.

"Listen, Anakin, I wouldn't want to get between you and Padme, so let's just..."

"There is no Padme."

Y/N's mouth fell agape. "What do you mean?"

Anakin let out a sigh, then looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping.

"I ended things with her a few days ago, I was about to tell you... She wants me back, but I don't want it. I just... I don't love her anymore. And, once again, she doesn't understand me at all." He explained quietly and it was hard for Y/N to even register it. "I decided I should end it while she still has a chance to find someone else. I shouldn't have been with her in the first place."

Having heard that, Y/N let out a chuckle, one she almost didn't have control of. It was relief washing over her, taking the place of jealousy for the first time in months.

"Anakin making sense. Seems unbelievable."

He smiled widely at that, seeing that the atmosphere already got better.

"And you're teasing me again. Seems unbelievable now, too."

She just looked down, unsure of what to say next. One side of her was extremely happy - on the other hand, she had to remind herself that the fact he didn't want Padme didn't mean he wanted her.

"So... Would you agree to eat with me?" he asked after a moment, and she looked up to see hopefulness in his eyes. "Like we did on that day I made you laugh hysterically just because I said I didn't like sand?"

She chuckled again. "It's still funny to me."

"Then I can say that again."

These words warmed her from the inside. It was a joke, just that, but underneath these words, she could feel how he cared for her. They walked back to the table where Y/N completely regretted her earlier reaction.

"Well, but about Padme... I'm sorry. I know you probably don't feel well..."

"Don't be. I'll be alright," he said reassuringly, gracing her with yet another smile.

"Still, if you need to talk...You know where to find me," she offered before she could think about it. "And I'm sorry for my earlier... Runaway," she added in embarrassment.

"Are you alright? I could see you were crying."

"It's... I don't know how to explain it. I just didn't want to... You know, can we talk about it some other day?" she asked quickly, having realised she was just digging a whole for herself.

"Obi-Wan has some tasks for me today, but... How about we meet on the roof tomorrow evening?"

Her heart skipped a beat. They haven't met there for months, a year even, and it was a thing she missed a lot. Intimate, special... And just theirs.

"Like we used to?" she asked with a small smile.

"Pity we stopped," he replied, causing her to smile even wider. She knew it wouldn't be good for her feelings, but simply couldn't refuse.

"I'll be there."

Anakin seemed sincerely elated.

#anakin #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker imagine #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #padawan #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader

[dinlukewarrior]

Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

#someone who loves you wouldn't do this #everyone send me anti-anakin ashoka edits it's for my health #anakin slander #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #ashoka tano #tales of the jedi #sw totj #another example of this would make the average person go darkside but most people don't go genocidal maniac over being mistreated #anakin enjoyers will be like 'the jedi were corrupt and bad for the youth!' meanwhile this is anakin's tweenager teaching method #anakin 'training' ashoka: omg rex. shoot her with your blaster like 27 times. hahaha she's gonna take so long to wake up. #lmao rex do it again

[yourneighborhoodporg]

The Guardian

Chapter 4: Arrival (Part 1)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Warnings: mention of slavery, mention of character deaths, reference to life-threatening danger, sleep deprivation, sorrow, angst, stern Mace, fluff, banter, some reader/Anakin bonding :) and worried Obi :(

Summary: The days leading up to your arrival have been cumbersome for both you and Anakin— the two of you struggle together with these life-altering changes thrust in front of you by the Galaxy. As the group reaches Coruscant, new revelations are made that further urge Obi-Wan to meet with The Council as soon as possible: to discuss your discovery, and its consequences.

Song Inspo: Rabbit Heart (Raise it Up) — Florence + The Machine

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A/n: Ahhhh!! You all are so lovely. Hope you like this chapter. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts in the comments (and message if you'd like to be on the taglist!)

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Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action — Ralph Ellison

“A war…”

Anakin’s hand loosely tilted a throttle lever to the right as the shuttle approached Coruscant only a few thousand kilometers away. Its spherical body crept into the viewport like a loth-cat poised for attack while your voice filled the cabin.

The peaceful lull of space gave the young Jedi a moment to glance back at the conversation taking place. He looked beyond Ahsoka, who was cozied up in the shuttle seat directly behind him, legs thrown over an armrest and a Datapad resting comfortably against her knees. As she typed away, you sat beside her quizzically, eyes fixed in an aimless direction with a cheek resting gently on your fingertips in thought.

You’d inquired twelve hours into the trip about galactic events that occurred during your last ten years of total isolation, and it took the remaining two days for Obi-Wan to provide you with a very abbreviated version. The wise Jedi spent much time on The Order’s growth throughout the years and various blips in the peace, like the Invasion of Naboo. Only in the last few hours did he arrive at the topic of the Separatist war. Your shock at being for so long completely unaware of the galactic battles taking place was palpable.

Anakin delved deeper into his memories of the last few days in this cramped, rickety shuttle as it traversed from the Outer Ring across the galaxy. Specifically, those late nights in which he chose to keep the ship off autopilot and fly it manually, long after Master Kenobi and Ahsoka had fallen asleep in the back.

In the dimmed lighting, his mind still rushed with questions about your discovery. He had anxiety about what your sudden appearance in his life meant, and frustrations from not being informed of your existence. So Anakin decided it would be easier to manipulate the bird’s mechanisms himself. To keep his mind from wandering too far into further misgivings.

On both such quiet evenings, he recalled your restlessness. You shuffled aimlessly in the rear cabin, from your back to your side, and after a few seconds, to your stomach with a defeated plonk. Eventually, after many noisy readjustments, he’d hear an exasperated sigh before you’d roll over and rise to your feet. He’d sense you quietly sneak up behind the co-pilot’s seat and, each night, you’d unceremoniously plop down beside him, leaning back with arms crossed and staring out the viewport as if it was just the lullaby you’d needed.

He’d peer at you, noticing your subtly sunk in eyes, before once again making the same comment.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah.”

And after a few drawn-out moments filled with only the silent hum of the shuttle’s engines, he’d ask a question. Nothing grandeur or serious. Just anything to lead to a conversation. To pass the time.

“Have you ever thought about where you’d want to visit? After leaving Hoth?” He spoke lowly.

And your head cocked with an imaginative gaze stuck ahead before answering with a small smile.

“I’ve always wanted to play grav-ball, and I’ve heard Nubia has some of the best teams. So probably there.”

Anakin nodded approvingly. “Coruscant has them too.”

And your smile widened as you twisted toward him. “Really?”

Then your interest was piqued. And you’d continue the conversation or make some completely unrelated, lighthearted query. Either way, the two of you would talk for hours during those calm nights in the old, decrepit shuttle.

It was during these late-night talks, that Anakin had the chance to uncover more of who you were. He brushed away at your sentiments, uncovering your interests like hidden gems while simultaneously sharing his own. The both of you seemed to have a great deal in common.

And that helped ease his mind.

Anakin turned back to the controls to prepare the shuttle for approach as it neared the planet’s gravitational pull, shutting off the main ion drives.

“And the Jedi as Generals? Controlling an army of clones?”

He watched as you shook your head and sighed, pressing your lips together as if mourning a memory.

“I always thought The Order was built to preserve peace in the Galaxy. Qui-Gon always made that clear. The Jedi were protectors, not stokers of conflict.”

“The Jedi have always been and will prevail as keepers of the peace.” Obi-Wan clarified.

His stance held firm behind the co-pilots seats, leaning against it with arms crossed as he analyzed your reactions carefully.

“We act in this war to do just that. The cohesiveness and strength of The Republic would be destroyed if The Separatist Alliance remained. You know as well as most from your studies that an existence like The Old Republic would act as an open cut to agents of the Dark Side.”

Anakin noticed as your eyes misted over in a dazed fashion.

“Forces like Maul…” You murmured.

Exhaling soberly, Anakin digested your solemn expression. Watching your mind struggle to process this newfound mountain of information was bringing back his own troubling memories from his youth. He never was the strongest enthusiast for change, and some of the most extreme adjustments he’d made involved similar exposure to newly dire circumstances. Whether that be learning he’d be hungry for another day, or of some plan to sell him off to another slave owner like cheap merchandise.

As a boy, he found himself best distracted from these circumstances by a new tinkering project, or by those rare moments of frivolity in such tumultuous times.

Yet here he was, already focusing his mind on fiddling with the outdated shuttle in front of him as he had done for the past few days. An expression of levity seemed to be the next logical step, he thought.

“Well, remember?” He grinned at you lightheartedly. “You don’t need to worry about him anymore. Master Kenobi put him in his place.”

Anakin observed as the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, stirring his own to take a wider stance. The momentary lift in your spirits was short-lived, although, as your lost eyes lifted from the floor, disoriented by your mind.

“It’s almost poetic.” You mused, a rueful chuckle falling from your lips. “The very beings my Master protected me from destroyed him in the end.”

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan who stroked his beard inquisitively as he mulled over your words in profound concentration. His narrowed gaze briefly met Anakin’s as if searching his irises for an answer to some distant, dubious puzzle.

The former Padawan raised a brow at his Master’s countenance, silently asking what he did to warrant such an expression. Then, Obi-Wan’s lips abruptly parted in realization as he spun back toward you. Anakin took that as his cue to refocus his energy on the rapidly approaching planet whose gravitational field pulled them forward, marking the bird at only a hundred kilometers away.

“Qui-Gon did protect you…” Obi-Wan suspired earnestly as if hearing his own words for the very first time.

He gesticulated with a hand. “His final moments, his face, is forever etched into my mind.”

Kenobi’s sentence broke off. The pensive Jedi opened and closed his mouth a few times while he formulated his thoughts, as if questioning the significance of each word.

“In the thousands of times I’ve gone over his death, I was always taken by the complete peace, the confidence, with which he entered The Force.”

He paused once more, lips tugged upward and eyes glossed in wonder.

“It was because of you.”

Anakin spun fully around, facing the two of you as Obi-Wan dotted that final claim. He noticed your head shoot up at them from its lulled position.

“What do you mean?” You inquired, your eyes adrift in a sea of perceptible perturbation.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Anakin piped up bewildered.

He prayed to the Maker that his former Master wasn’t in any way implying that you had anything to do with his Qui-Gon’s death.

Yet Obi-Wan was undeterred by the assortment of sentiments swirling around him.

“When he first discovered that Maul was a Sith.” He began excitedly. “He must have realized the threat to you. Yes, he was protecting you from the Sith for most of your life, but The Order hadn’t encountered them for a thousand years. And yet, he appeared before Qui-Gon on Tatooine, and then…Naboo.”

Obi-Wan exhaled, letting his arms fall to each side as you leaned forward, watching him intently with hands now clasped firmly beneath your jaw.

Anakin could tell that your silver stare intimated even his former Master. He watched as the Master Negotiator not so subtly eyed the hull’s roof to escape your gaze.

“It is possible, that tracking you down was part of Maul’s mission. He may have discovered your connection to Qui-Gon.”

Kenobi sighed, stroking his chin. “Our former Master likely came to the same conclusion.”

Anakin saw as Obi-Wan’s eyes fell to connect intensely with yours, a smile lingered on the bearded Jedi’s features as his eyes creased in tranquility.

“You should find solace in the fact that you made his final moments most comforting. His death ensured that the Sith would never discover your whereabouts. I’m sure that gave him peace.”

For the first time today, Anakin registered a twinkle in your radiantly silver eyes as you silently thanked the older Jedi with a lift in your cheeks, leaning back into your seat comfortably.

The Chosen One glanced between the two of you as the gaze held. He knew Qui-Gon’s death weighed heavily on Kenobi’s soul. It strongly influenced his choices on the battlefield, and stuck to him like Chewstim during meditation sessions. Yet Anakin rarely heard Obi-Wan discuss the experience. Let alone with serenity blooming from his features like a Tarisian rose that had just escaped a long, winter hibernation.

Your mutual connection to Qui-Gon seemed to help heal these old wounds, and Anakin was grateful for that.

“Enough with the sappiness, Master,” Anakin exclaimed with a lively lilt, breaking the tension as he spun back toward the shuttle’s controls.

Obi-Wan shot Anakin an annoyed look. The teasing Jedi pushed a throttle lever down before programming the shuttle for atmospheric reentry on the left control set.

“I think Silvey would much rather take in our arrival.”

Anakin didn’t need to reach into the force to sense your amused brow’s rapid surge upwards. Obi-Wan stepped around the co-pilot’s seat, shaking his head in surrender as he settled into the chair, smoothing out his robe on either side.

“You sure know how to ruin a moment, Sky-Guy.” Ahsoka pipped up.

Her gaze remained fixed on the Datapad. Yet her comment only amplified his mischievousness.

“Silvey?” Anakin heard you question with feigned indignation as he entered the final commands into the shuttle interface, engaging the secondary thrusters.

The spirited Jedi snatched the navigational lever, pushing it down to lead the craft into Coruscant’s exosphere before glancing over his shoulder at your postured displeasure. He smirked as your eyes met, forcing a dampened smile to surface on your own countenance.

“Hey, don’t blame me! I could spot your silver eyes from a million parsecs away. It’s only fitting.” He defended.

Then, a particularly tantalizing observation entered his thoughts.

“Would you prefer Shorty?”

You chucked darkly, squinting at The Chosen One with a challenging glare as he brought the shuttle’s nose into a deeper dive.

Your lips pursed upwards. “If looks could kill, Anakin. If looks could kill…”

The pilot beamed at your playful remark. “Well, at least take a break from stabbing me with those freakishly sparkly things.” He quipped, waving you away. “You’re missing the view.”

Out of the corner of his focused stare, Anakin observed your head rise. You were immediately taken by Coruscant’s giant mass, a faded blue and gray planet with billions of lights forming golden circles that were interconnected like a geometric map. Your mouth loosened in astonishment with each glossy orb stuck to the viewport. He noticed you lean forward, as if pulled by some unknown force, resting your elbows on each knee with your chin fitted on clasped hands.

Satiated by your raised spirits, Anakin refocused on the throttle, pushing it down further to bring the shuttle into Coruscant’s baby blue troposphere. The ship began to quiver as the hull took the brunt of the friction.

For a few turbulent seconds, his vision was blocked by the vast array of rounded, white clouds. The cabin’s heat intensified as the edges of the viewport started to burn a fiery red.

But soon, the shuttle broke through the white veil’s final wisps, displaying the towering cityscape, which rolled like jagged hills and consumed the viewport. The sun was beginning its final crawl to dusk, filling the sky with a deep orange fire whose smoke billowed into dark blues and purples. The streams of light illuminated the busy skylanes, resembling the endless march of Endorian ant colonies. They brought life to Coruscant’s still landmarks.

“It’s beautiful.”

Anakin covertly peaked at you, registering the astonishment plastered on your face. He assumed for a being that’s only known endless snow banks and harsh winters all their life, that this experience would be terribly intimidating, terrifying even.

He thought back briefly to ten years prior. When he first came to Coruscant, he was petrified. Scared of this new environment. Of this added drastic change to his life.

But he was mostly afraid for his mother. For her fate back on Tatooine. Under Watto’s thumb, only to be bought by Lars, and then…

It permeated his being. Haunted him for years. Pulled at his heart with the constant mass of a planet, swinging like a pendulum with each reminder, each ache. And, still, he carries it with him today. But now, with a deeper anger. A stronger guilt.

But you seemed to take it all in with grace.

And Anakin admired that.

The Temple swiftly grew into view as the shuttle descended. The heat surrounding the hull began to recede. Anakin rolled the lever, bringing the shuttle in for a curved landing. He aligned the ship with one of the protruding hangars, the whole of which he believed resembled an upside-down lollipop. At least when he was a youngling.

After thumbing a few buttons on the control panel to release the landing gear, Anakin pressed the lever down, encouraging the craft to speed to the circular platform nose first. He turned the throttle once more to the right, slowing the ship by aligning its door with the hangar entrance, allowing for a slow, final descent.

The ship jostled slightly as it met the landing pad, signaling Anakin to begin a systems-wide power down, staring at the main control panel.

Another happy landing.

As he flicked off the last switch to power down the engines, Anakin felt an audible rumble from within, compelling him to focus on the sudden ache in his stomach.

It had been a while since he had a good meal with the back-to-back missions and low stock of ration bars. Not that he ever considered that bantha fodder food.

Usually after a long away mission, he would grab a speeder from The Temple and take a quick trip to the Senate Building. He’d roam the halls nonchalantly, chest puffed to signal an air of importance, like he had a very official reason to be there. Then, he would ‘aimlessly’ stroll to Padmé’s office.

Once he arrived with a covert knock at the door, Padmé would welcome him inside with a warmhearted smile. He would then spend some time resting on one of her guest seats meant for senatorial colleagues, attempting to entertain himself with the mechanisms of his saber’s hilt. But it wasn’t long until he began to distract Padmé from her work, eventually convincing her to call it an early night. The two of them would grab a meal in her spacious Coruscanti apartment that overlooked The Temple from a few miles away. But he was never intrigued by that view. His eyes remained fixed on her.

Yet despite all this daydreaming, Skywalker knew his wife was still on Naboo, managing the consequences of donating a vast array of medical supplies to another planet. Her responsibilities on her home world exponentially swelled in the last few months, so he wasn’t entirely sure when he’d next see her.

No one knew when they’d see each other next during wartime. Or if they would ever meet again.

If these musings indicated anything, it was that Anakin eagerly hoped to spend some downtime with the people he was closest to. No war planning. No cargo transports. No battle charges. Just a nice meal and entertaining conversation. And he knew just who he wanted to spend that time with.

Anakin stood, stretching his arms into a spin just in time to witness the very person he hoped to talk to swing her legs back over the seat they were sprawled out on before jumping up and charging for the door.

“What’s got you in such a rush?” He called after Ahsoka as she jostled the shuttle door open.

The orange light of the setting sun invaded the ship with a jolt, casting large shadows on the scattered groups of hangar workers, the closest of which approached the ship to take it off Anakin’s hands once the final three passengers exited.

She leaped out, landing delicately on the tips of her toes before turning into a backward jog.

“If I don’t finish this physics paper by midnight, Master Plo Koon is gonna kill me!” She yelled, shaking her datapad in the air. “Catch you later!”

Anakin’s gaze followed her sprinting form down the hangar’s walkway until she disappeared into the inner bay behind a small cruiser.

“Ok.” Anakin huffed before facing the two remaining Jedi with a grin. “At least the three of us can grab dinner.”

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“I’m afraid the two of you will have to enjoy without me,” Obi-Wan admitted as he glanced at Anakin. “The Council likely planned an emergency meeting concerning the recall of the Jedi from the front lines. I need to check in immediately.”

Anakin’s smile faltered. He inwardly groaned at Kenobi’s resolute dedication to rules and regulations. He was sure The Council could have waited half an hour, but Anakin knew Obi-Wan’s mind was set.

Obi-Wan twisted on his heels to face you. “I will also inform them about you.”

“Shouldn’t I be there then?” You questioned.

All hope of eating with one of his traveling companions drained from Anakin’s spirit. Maybe he could meet with one of them later instead, he thought. He supposed he could put off food for a bit, perhaps continue on that pilot droid project he hadn’t had a chance to work on for a while. But then he’d probably need to take a quick trip to Level 1782. Last time Anakin checked, he was low on spare parts.

“No,” Obi-Wan claimed.

Skywalker’s ears perked at that.

“That will not be necessary. They will likely need to confer without your presence for now.”

You silently agreed as Anakin internally sighed in relief.

Obi-Wan nodded to the both of you before turning to the hangar walkway, hurriedly traipsing toward his exit.

Anakin took a more leisurely pace in the same direction as you followed behind. An uncomfortable silence took hold as he guided the both of you into the inner hangar. The bustling noise of your surroundings amplified the awkwardness as the two of you closed in on the larger groups of hangar workers, barking out loud commands and using various tools, like sonorously whirring drills, to update or fix the conglomerate of crafts that idly scattered the zone.

Anakin felt his nose begin to tickle, perhaps from distant smoke. But he was too worried that it may prolong the uncomfortably fresh turf between the two of you if he tried to scratch it.

“So…” You spoke somewhat unsure of yourself. “What is there to do that’s fun around here?”

Anakin’s whole body froze, stopping dead in his tracks from eager surprise as if he were caught in a carbon-freezing chamber. He spun toward you, immediately seizing your shoulders with a steady clasp.

“What did you say?” He asked intently, excitement radiating up his spine and diffusing to his fingertips.

He observed your figure stiffen slightly at his agile animation. You raised a questioning brow as you opened your mouth with a hesitant pause, seemingly unsure if you should ask again.

“Do Jedi raised in The Order…not do anything….leisurely?”

The confident Jedi chuckled coolly while throwing an arm around your shoulder as you both exited the hanger into The Temple, pivoting to stroll down the hall opposite from Obi-Wan’s trail.

“I think we are going to get along very well, Silvey.” He hummed self-assuredly.

You rolled your eyes. “Not if you keep calling me that.”

“I promise you, you’re not gonna mind that nickname after I show you one of the most leisurely activities on all of Coruscant.” He assured.

You glanced at Anakin with lifted features. “But I thought you were hungry.” You teased

Anakin scoffed. “Food can wait. Now, tell me, Silvey.” Anakin dreamed as he patted your shoulder. “Did Qui-Gonn ever tell you about the Wicko District?”

—

General Kenobi maintained his nimble gait down the primary walkway to the High Council Chamber. His robes billowed as he passed an abundance of lounging Jedi, some conversing to the sides or keeping a moderate pace as they made their way to an unknown destination on either side of him.

Soon into his journey, Obi-Wan crossed paths with his old mentor Master Cin Drallig, followed by a group of twelve rowdy younglings whose voices bounced off the temple walls. Maybe they were asking questions, or telling a story, but the bearded Jedi couldn’t tell. Each utterance overlapped like a cacophony of crashing speeders.

Yet almost immediately, they noticed his presence, twirling away from each other to respectfully greet one of their long-held role models.

“Hello, Master!”

“Hello, younglings.” General Kenobi smiled.

He looked back to Master Dralli, catching his tired, yet fulfilled stare. They each exchanged a dutiful, yet brisk nod before continuing on their respective paths.

Obi-Wan always felt dwarfed by the massive olive-gray pillars that buttressed The Temple’s lofty ceilings. As a youngling, the golden archways seemed to stretch out endlessly in each direction, giving the effect of an infinite mirror when he passed under them. When he aged, however, Obi-Wan learned to better understand the structure’s finite nature, yet he was still taken by its capacious essence. Each hall resembled a palace built thousands of years ago by Mandallian Giants, specifically constructed for their wide gates and broad shoulders. And it would coax his imagination into its unyielding grasp.

He remembers spending too much time simply sitting crossed in these halls during his youth. The youngling would rest his eyelids to visualize the giants’ roaring tramps shake the coral- and lilac-marble floors in succeeding thundering booms.

As Obi-Wan turned a corner, tread crossing onto the ocean blue carpet of the inner Temple, he reminisced about the time Qui-Gon caught him red-handed in the middle of one of these fantasies. It was many years before the late Jedi took him on as a Padawan.

Qui-Gon would always engage with the younglings when possible. He had a habit of outwardly encouraging all initiates in their studies, especially those who struggled with their training and emotional discipline. But he would also silently approve those rare moments in which a young Jedi took a moment to themselves. Whether that be exploring the Coruscanti entertainment district, playing Sabacc, or Obi-Wan’s respite of choice, daydreaming.

With eyes shrouded in darkness, he could almost smell the sweaty towering creature. Its footsteps sounded like cracks of lighting, and he could feel the room’s imperceptible rise in temperature from the creature’s sudden presence. If he really focused, its colossal, green-muscled foot would nearly breach the void in his sight, creeping from the corner of his left eyelid. The hair on his arms prickled at the beast’s sudden proximity.

“Meditating are you?”

The young Kenobi’s eyes sprung open, cheeks reddening as his eyes locked with the wise Jedi before him.

“Uhh, yes…Master.”

And Qui-Gon simply smiled.

Obi-Wan’s worries momentarily lifted at the memory, delight gracing his features. But that instant disappeared from his mind as quickly as it arrived. The Jedi refocused on the task ahead, passing one of the large Sage Master statues that shined like freshly polished copper to his right as The Council meeting room entered his vision.

Just outside the Chamber door stood Master Windu, leaning with his arm against the wall beside him as he continued his deep discussion with Master Yoda, who rested in his flying chair. The two of them spoke softly, and from Windu’s creased brows, General Kenobi could tell that it was serious. A few groups of Jedi Masters similarly congregated around the door, talking lowly. Kenobi could sense heightened anxiety trailing the air.

As he approached, Obi-Wan caught the corner of Mace’s eye. He turned to General Kenobi, offering a curt nod at his arrival as Yoda reoriented his seat toward the newly arrived.

“Late you are, Master Kenobi.”

“I apologize for the delay.” Obi-Wan relayed sincerely. “Our shuttle experienced some unexpected complications.”

Yoda hummed deeply at Obi-Wan’s words, indicating his acceptance of this explanation to Mace before taking his chair on a measured stroll down the walkway, back in the direction from whence Obi-Wan came. Windu and Kenobi shortly followed in step.

“The Council has already met to discuss the issue of recalling the Jedi.” Master Windu began as the trio ambled down the hallway. “We have suffered a communications incursion by the Separatists.”

Obi-Wan was astounded, brows furrowing in confusion as he absentmindedly rubbed his jaw.

“A breach in our secure transmissions…How is that possible?” He exclaimed.

“Unsure, we are,” Yoda answered. “Investigate, our specialists will.”

Mace addressed the troubled Jedi. “A number of troops stationed in obscure outer regions of multi-planetary battle sites were ambushed in the last few weeks. The only way they could have been discovered would be if their COMMs were tapped into. It is possible that the Separatists have somehow obtained some of our transmitter codes or found some other flaw in the communications system. Because we cannot use our wrist comms or holopads to send sensitive information to communicate this development, we’ve recalled the Jedi.”

“Continue the battles, the clones will. Send out Jedi temporarily with verbal directions for troops, we must.

“Until communications are secured.” Windu clarified. “The 212th and 501st have already received new instructions for a less critical mission on Aleen.”

Obi-Wan hummed in contemplation. “And how long do you believe this situation will last?”

Mace exhaled. “We won’t know until technicians look further into the issue. But it may be weeks, months.”

Obi-Wan stroked his beard as he ruminated about this concerning development. He trusted Commander Cody with his life, but still knew it would be difficult for the 212th to address more delicate missions in the near future without timely information from The Temple or even inter-troop comms.

“Concerned, we all are,” Yoda reassured, likely sensing General Kenobi’s unease.

“The Council will be informing all active Jedi in the Great Hall tomorrow morning. Make sure Anakin and his Padawan are present. And here.”

Windu reached into the right pocket of his robe, pulling out what Obi-Wan thought was a wrist comm, yet it seemed bulkier. An extra layer of wiring was hidden in an additional panel stuck underneath the control layer. Most notable was the thin, silver line of steel that encircled the device, something the General hadn’t seen on a comm before. He took it, feeling the mass in his palm. It felt cold, heavy, with a rusted button and weak indicator light.

He thought it ancient.

“It’s a comm from the old Temple emergency system. It’s completely separate from our current communications system so messages from these devices to regular comms will be secure. There are only enough for one per council member.”

Obi-Wan thanked the Master as he switched his current wrist link with the replacement, placing the former in his robe’s pocket.

“Still careful, we must be.”

Mace added. “Only use it to ask for meetings, not to share sensitive data.”

Obi-Wan nodded. “On the topic of sensitivity, I must inform you of a development.”

He breathed deeply, exhaling in a short burst as he gathered his complicated memories about you to present to The Council leaders.

“In our delay, Anakin, his Padawan, and I were on Hoth for a short time, where we met a being living alone on the planet’s surface.”

The two Jedi Masters listened intently as he continued.

“I discovered them to be a Gray Jedi, trained by Master Qui-Gonn himself. They claim to be The Guardian, a figure that is a part of The Chosen One prophecy, but was expected to be trained outside The Order. They are tasked with Anakin’s protection and guidance so that he may achieve his destiny. Their journey begins when dark forces threaten this fate.”

Mace’s eyes narrowed. “This is a bold claim, Master Kenobi. If anything, it sounds like a Separatist trick.”

Then, as soft as their nimble footfalls, Yoda uttered your name under his breath.

Obi-Wan’s head swiveled toward the Grand Master. “You know them?”

The shorter Jedi sighed, leaning back in his chair as his eyes glazed over in deep reflection.

“Gone, I thought they were, a long time ago.”

Mace’s brows raised as he turned to Yoda. “You know of this individual, Master?”

He nodded gravely, a light grunt resonated from his esophagus.

“Discovered them as an infant twenty-five years ago, I did. Kept a close eye on them, I had.” He sighed. “Killed by a dark power a year later, their parents were. Believed they died as well, I did.”

The Grand Master eyed General Kenobi carefully, as if the bearded Jedi made a mistake in his recollection.

“Interested to learn they are alive, I am.”

“A dark power…” Obi-Wan mused. “Master, do you believe a Sith may have been responsible? I have been theorizing that Maul’s presence on Tatooine could have had more than one motive.”

“Discovered their presence, you believe he did?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan confirmed. “And their connection to Qui-Gon.”

He paused, counting the years in his head.

“But Maul would have been too young when their parents passed.”

“The rule of two…” Mace hummed.

“A Master, then.” Yoda declared.

“Then The Guardian’s presence suggests that Maul may not be the last Sith,” Windu revealed. “If it’s true that their appearance suggests a new threat from the Dark Side.”

“During the Battle of Geonosis, discovered that Dooku may be a Sith, I did.” Yoga established. “Great darkness, I sensed in him.”

“Then he is the Sith Lord?” Mace speculated.

Obi-Wan agreed. “He would have been quite capable of taking their parents’ lives over two decades ago.”

“It would also explain The Guardian’s survival, if Dooku’s late Padawan discovered his plans and partially thwarted them before they were carried out,” Mace suggested.

“Informed The Council, Qui-Gon would have, if believed Dooku was a Sith, he had. Much we still do not know, there is.”

Windu exhaled, placing his middle and index finger against his right temple and thinking deeply about his next words.

“I would like to meet this Guardian myself.” He gestured to Kenobi. “Tomorrow in the Sparring Arena after the Great Hall announcement. It is important for The Council to determine whether they have the necessary physical and mental abilities, and the appropriate connection to the Force, to be a Jedi Knight. To join The Order. Otherwise, leaving them outside the purview of The Order could have dire consequences. That is if they are even prepared to fulfill such a destiny after nearly a decade of isolation.”

“Of course, Master.” Obi-Wan acknowledged. “But from what little I’ve seen, they seem quite capable of holding their own.”

Windu’s stare held firm. “Respectfully, Master Kenobi, I will be the one to determine that.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze fell. “Understood.”

He didn’t take the Master’s tone personally. Windu’s conformist nature and deep dislike for any Jedi activity conducted beyond the domain of The Council likely made his discovery of The Guardian prophecy an unwelcome one. Obi-Wan only hoped that Master Windu would still treat you as any other Jedi when testing your abilities. He remembers the wise Master’s negative reaction to Anakin’s discovery, due to his age at the time Qui-Gon requested that he be trained. You were much older than 10-year-old Ani, so he was convinced that would pose a problem for the talented swordsman.

And this was not the best time for you to be meeting resistance from The Order that you trained your whole life to serve so to continue its millennia-long mission of preserving the peace through light. The Master Negotiator didn’t need to employ his strong conversation skills to discern how the past few days’ overwhelming changes had been affecting you. That, in addition to learning of your Master’s passing, had made you restless on the journey here. It was hard to ignore, even while he settled in repose each night, your twisted form which struggled to sleep.

He empathized with you deeply.

The General was also, in some measure, apprehensive about the inevitable clash of personalities. He found you kind, considerate, but also unafraid to speak your mind, or express your inner sentiments. He admired Master Windu since he was a boy, but his no-nonsense approach? His uncompromising mental discipline and austere lessons? It would surely cause a collision of temperaments.

“A different name, they must go by,” Yoda announced.

Obi-Wan’s gaze rose curiously at this. “Master?”

“Know they are alive, Dooku cannot.”

“Nor any other actor of the Dark Side. Nor the Separatists.” Windu interjected. “Their existence could pose a significant weakness to the Republic’s image of enduring peace and light. If Separatist forces discover The Guardian’s identity and purpose from their birth name, they may believe that the destruction of a specific Jedi could leave us vulnerable.”

He paused, turning to Yoda to verify his conclusions, who languidly blinked in concurrence.

Mace’s peer twisted back toward Kenobi. “If dark forces found them once through their birth name, they can again.”

The Grand Master nodded in agreement. “Destroy The Guardian, they may otherwise try.”

Obi-Wan’s heart dropped at the notion. It was clear that your identity needed to be protected from these powerfully dark forces, lest you meet the same fate as your parents.

If your mission was to guard and guide Anakin, his former Padawan, and dear friend, then the determined Jedi believed it to be his personal assignment to aid you in that destiny. Now he knew that hiding your identity to the best of his ability would be part of that task. The side of the light needed you, and Obi-Wan’s deep connection to it and his cavernous desire to continue Qui-Gon’s decades-long efforts meant only one thing— he needed to protect you too.

“Anakin gave them a nickname.” The General recalled, head tilted and eyes scanning up an idle column as he thought back. “Silvey, if memory serves.”

Windu's brows raised, unsurprised.

“Then Silvey they’ll remain,” he concluded.

Yoda hummed, his disconcertion bubbling to the surface with lips creased in a downward turn. “Their true name, only the three of us, Anakin, and little Ahsoka will know. Kept secret, their identity must be. Inform The Council of the prophecy, we shall, once communications are refortified. But within the council, it must stay.”

Master Windu mumbled in unanimity. “We must not entertain any notion of emerging Sith. Not among the Jedi, nor publicly.”

“I understand the delicacy of the situation and will act accordingly,” Obi-Wan assured.

The bearded Jedi halted, turning to the elders before leaning into a slight obeisance. The other Masters slowed to a halt.

“If you will excuse me, Masters, I hope to find my travel companions before they divulge any information about The Guardian’s identity.”

“May the Force be with you, Master Kenobi,” Windu stated as he bowed adieu, Yoda following suit from his floating chair.

And with that, Obi-Wan turned away to begin his search for you, Anakin, and Ahsoka.

As the General quickened his stride down that long, colossally immortal walkway, he wondered where he might find the three of you. Ahsoka was probably in the Jedi Archives around the corner, assuming she was continuing her work on that paper for Master Plo Koon. So he decided to start there. He assumed you and Anakin were stationed in the refectory closest to the hangar, remembering the previously mentioned dinner plans,

Or maybe it would be better to try the refractory first, Obi-Wan thought. If experience served true, Anakin would not stay silent about your discovery for long. He hastened his pace while mumbling these plans under his breath.

“Yes, the refractory first.”

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House Of Memories (9/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: oh boy this one's rough... blood, mentions of torture and beating, broken bones, massive injuries, concussion, more blood, angst, oh and this is a spoiler but... one kiss ;)

Summary: You go through severe torture on the way to being killed for entertainment. Obi-Wan and Anakin struggle to find your location, fearing for your life.

A/n: just waiting for episode 4 guys... i am literally addicted to the show, and have watched all the episodes 3-4+ times... someone on here said it's not for the star wars dude-bros it's for the obi-ani girlies and i 100 percent stand with that

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Beaten, blood sweat and tears clung to you. You were sure you had a broken rib, and perhaps your shoulder was out of place. You couldn't see it enough to be sure, the lights were too dim, and you had taken several hits to the face, breaking the skin and blurring your vision.

You tried not to make any sounds of weakness, any cries that told them they had broken you. You weren't going to give in that easy.

It had been hours since your confession with Count Dooku. You didn't know how many, but it was long enough for the blood seeping out of you to become crusted on your skin like dirt and mud. Dirt caking your hands had to be your least favorite feeling in the world. Obi-Wan told you it probably stemmed from your youth, the days of slavery.

You shook off the chilly feeling that surrounded you. It was immensely cold here, and you wondered if there was snow on the ground outside of this base you were being held in. You thought that maybe if they left you alive long enough in these conditions that you very well might succumb to the dark side, to become a slave under their terroristic rule. You couldn't accept that there might be darkness in you, but you could feel even the slightest bit of it coursing through your veins right now, waiting to be let out in hatred and anger. You weren't sure why you never saw it before, the itch in your skin to let out all the destructive thoughts you ever had and put them to use.

It scared you, to think you could one day become weak enough to let it overpower you and take control of your signature in the force. If only Obi-Wan had been here, he would tell you that you are who you choose to be, and if that is a reflection of the light, then you will be so without struggle.

Count Dooku had figured you out so quickly, so easily, and it worried you to no end, that if you were ever rescued that maybe everyone else would begin to see it clearly. Were you so transparent that not even a blockade in the force could hide it? You didn't remember letting your guard down as the Sith Lord interrogated you, but nonetheless he knew, and he tried to use it against you. He tried to use your own anger against you, really. The darkness, and your feelings for Obi-Wan, which were both only a numb sting in the back of your mind for right now.

You didn't want to fall asleep on these thoughts, because if there was one thing you learned about bad dreams, they were most always spurred on by bad thoughts.

You were just struggling so hard to keep your eyes open, one of them burned from blood and unshed tears. You wanted so badly to meditate, and perhaps keep yourself awake through use of the force, but with your head laid atop your arm, and the silent hum buzzing in your head, you felt you could not prolong sleep any longer. You hadn't slept since yesterday morning, anyway.

-

Obi-Wan couldn't sleep. He was so sick to his stomach over his worry that he could not eat. As much as he tried, as much as others tried to communicate with him, he could barely talk.

He was granted his request, to try and find you, but that was easier said than done. He hadn't come close to even narrowing down a specific planet, and time was running out with every hour that passed.

Anakin hadn't technically been allowed to help Obi-Wan in his search, but he did it anyway. He'd never really been one for the rules, even the ones of the Jedi code.

Obi-Wan was sat at his favorite desk in the archives, looking over a few star systems that were quite infamous for hiding separatist leaders in the past. He knew he should focus on trying to find you, but in his mind, the only thing that was sat in his thoughts were the times he had you by his side. He couldn't help but use them as motivation.

If he never got to see your smile again, never got to hear your melodious laugh, he would surely never smile again, himself. If he lost you from this he would never recover. He would never be able to look Anakin in the eye again without knowing he failed his other padawan. He didn't even know if he could continue to train Anakin if he lost you. He would never be able to think straight, or teach him without knowing that he may lose him, too. He may be the reason you both die. He knew he shouldn't think like that, but it weighed so heavy on his mind, and he couldn't push it off.

"I have a ship waiting as soon as we have a location," Anakin's voice brought Obi-Wan out of his thoughts, and he was grateful for once in his life over the interruption.

"You should be sleeping, Anakin."

"So should she. I won't stand by and wait for her not to come back," he said, sure of himself as he sat down by Obi-Wan.

It was hard not to think about you every time he sat here, because though you'd abandoned this habit when you were still young, you're favorite hiding place was right behind where Anakin sat. That little unused vent with the broken wall panel that slid in front of it.

"The council did not approve your aid in this endeavor," he reminded, but knew it meant little to nothing for Anakin.

"They didn't give me orders to stay out of it, either."

Obi-Wan huffed a sigh, getting back to looking through the systems, and something stuck out to him immediately. One planet, which does not run imports, nor exports, but had a carrier ship come through transit no more than eight hours ago. The records did not lie, and upon further inspection of the exact ship that landed, it seemed to be flown by a separatist pilot and crew. Though it seemed to be a stretch among anyone else's intuition, he felt a small riff in the force at discovering about it.

"I know where she is," he said with full confidence, standing and rushing out of the room, Anakin hot on his trail. Normally, running in the temple was out of the question, as it was a childlike and disrespectful thing to do in such a place as this, but the sprinting footsteps of Obi-Wan Kenobi could not be stopped if anyone tried.

The ship that Anakin had commandeered, though small, would be large enough to fit the two of them and you when they had retrieved you.

"Set coordinates for planet Hoth," Obi-Wan told his padawan, turning on the controls that he was responsible for.

-

The hallways of the base were lined with materials that made the interior warmer for those who occupied the living spaces. The prison cells were not given such luxury. They were cold, and though your body heat was likely higher than normal on account of the concussion you were sure you had sustained, laying on the floor, where the temperature dropped even further, your skin burned with the cold that was so harshly pressed against you. The only thing that the ice like surface provided in a positive way was that it brought down the swelling of your massive bruises. You were still knocked out, which could possibly have something more to do with your head injury than your drowsiness.

You were asleep, but not fully unconscious. You still had a sense of spacial awareness that pertained to the room you were in. Maybe it was just your signature reaching out to the areas around you, keeping you safe in any small way it could.

It sensed two familiar presences, far enough out that they weren't quite recognizable, but began to withdraw itself back into you at just the familiar feeling. Help was coming.

As Obi-Wan and Anakin made their way through the base, the concept of stealth became their best friend. They had been very good at going to places undetected, and had been working on it for years, but now, with no reinforcements, or back up to call, they really had to take those training exercises to work.

"Master, we passed the cell block," Anakin said quietly, though he kept walking alongside Obi-Wan anyway. His master was so focused, his head never even turning to look behind him if a noise sounded.

"She isn't in the cell block," He turned a corner upon instinct, perhaps even foolishly fast, for he hadn't checked to see if the path was clear. "I can feel her, Anakin."

After walking a bit further, there was another column of chambers, with doors too thick to carve through. These were not ordinary rooms, they were meant for torture, and inducing pain on a scale hitherto undreamt of. Both of their hearts dropped when they realized the heaviness of the area they had stepped into. You were being tortured.

"This one," Obi-Wan stood in front of a door, signaling Anakin to use his technical skills to open it with a sliding hiss. It was only a moment before the last blockage between you both was diminished, only for Obi-Wan's heart to sink deeper in his chest.

He ran over and dropped to his knees, the sight in front of him hurt his mind and body, and immediately he knew it was because your signature was crying out for him, trying to wrap itself in the embrace of his own, because it always associated him with comfort.

He looked over your sleeping form, feeling you slip away slowly, with every second that passed. He needed to get you out of here. He took a quick glance over all your injuries and had to hold back tears, imagining what you'd been through because of him.

"I'm so sorry, little one," he caressed your face once, trying to keep his emotional side under control as he scooped you up in his capable arms with ease, rushing out of the hallway back to Anakin, who closed the doors and followed him down the hallway.

Anakin led the way, very careful on the way out not to be seen, because with you unconscious in Obi-Wan's arms, there was little either of them could do if a fight broke out.

Obi-Wan felt upon holding you how cold you were, and tried his best to wrap part of his cloak around you to at the very least shield you from the oncoming ice and snow that was blowing around when the three of you exited the base.

It was amazing how smooth this mission went, and Anakin thought about how unlikely it was. He'd never been on a mission where everything went according to plan. He supposed the force willed this mission to be a success because it was a rescue of an innocent life, a Jedi whom had been the purest among them... or so he thought.

Firing up the ship as soon as he set foot on it, he closed the ramp after Obi-Wan's entry, sealing it shut and taking off.

Obi-Wan was left to tend to you, laying you down with his cloak beneath you. It was only then he spotted the blood stains on your robes, and the sticky, dark liquid dripping from the back of your head.

He tried to avoid panicking, reaching for the med kit and taking out the bacta pads. He had been loosely informed about the world of first aid, and from what he knew, that stuff worked miracles in times where all else failed.

"Stay with me," he whispered softy, and lifted your head, first, inspecting it with a close eye and swallowing down his fear of how bad it looked. From the looks of it, you'd been hit awfully hard, several times with a blunt surface.

"How is she?" Anakin was worried too, of course he was, but he kept his composure, because one of them had to.

"I don't know, but I feel her fading," his eyes filled with tears, and he didn't know what all he needed to do, but he tried his best, applying the bacta pads and holding them to the areas that kept bleeding.

He wasn't sure, because the blood on your robes looked dry, but he could sense another harsh wound on your side. He lifted the material from your body and located the infected abrasion over your ribcage. It was clear one of your ribs had been crushed, and if he wasn't careful, it might puncture your lung, and you would die within minutes, suffocating, and chocking on your own blood. You were barely breathing as it was, and it terrified him to touch you any further, in fears he could make it worse.

"I can't do this," and then the first tear fell. It wasn't one of panic, or sadness, but of disappointment in himself. If you died in his arms, he would count it as infinitely worse than if you'd died a quick and painless death. He wished more than anything that it had been him to be captured. More tears started falling, and with your signature ebbing away at a crawling pace, he knew he didn't have any time to waste.

He ripped open another bacta pad, tearing the packaging with his teeth to avoid his other hand leaving you. He pressed the second one to your ribs, being as gentle as he possibly could.

"Please," he whispered, feeling a small spurt of your presence return to you. He wasn't relieved yet but was coming to a place where he was no longer panicking.

It took a few minutes, and then the bleeding from your head stopped.

He released his held breath when he nearly saw your body stirring beneath his own. He still held your head in one hand, the other focusing on your perforated rib. Your face scrunched up in pain, but your eyes slowly fluttered open, staying squinted at the sudden brightness of all the new surroundings. You'd been in a dark room for maker knows how long.

Obi-Wan's tears didn't stop now, but at the sight of your eyes, barely open, he smiled wide. You were going to be okay, he knew it.

"Boy am I happy to see you," you uttered, your voice hoarse and soft, the air to support them in short supply.

He didn't know what came over him, if it was just the joy of knowing you were okay, or if it was something deeper within him that inspired his actions, but he leaned down, pressing a soft but haste kiss against your lips, smearing the blood from your burst lip. He was backed away from you the next moment, already afraid and scolding himself at what he had done, but you didn't seem to pick up on the action itself, only what caused him to make it.

"I guess you're happy to see me, too."

He was, so undoubtedly happy to see you. He caressed the side of your face after he let your head rest back against his cloak beneath you. You were back out of consciousness the very next moment, and he was unsure if you would even remember the kiss he'd given you in a time of relief.

He would remember it always, the first expression of feelings he'd shown to you unexpectedly, in a time he feared he might lose you. You were more to him than his padawan, always had been, but now? Now there was another factor that he still feared was unseen. What did he feel for you? The council was right to accuse him of attachment, but the kind of attachment he sought after, he wasn't sure.

He wasn't going to focus on it right now, he was just going to hold you close to him, and not let you go. He was going to take you home and make sure you were taken care of. He was going to continue your training when you were able to do so, and most of all, he was going to make sure nothing ever happened to you like this again.

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For them, For us [6] (Obi-wan x Reader)

Summary: Following the Kenobi series, two former Jedi masters Obi-wan Kenobi and Y/n Marilla are grieving the lost of Anakin, Padme, and the jedi purge. After pledging to watch over Luke Skywalker and spending ten years in exile and making a life together, what will happen when the mistakes they made in their past come back as a new threat?

Warnings: Canon typical violence but that should be it

Authors note: IM ALIVE AND BACK BITCHES ive been working on this on and off for the last few months that its gotten way longer than i was planning and I still have 14 pages that I spilt off from this for the final part and maybe a epilogue as well but I've missed this series so much and if you enjoyed this very overdue update please let me know down below!

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

You and Obi-wan watched Leia comfort people with Lola as the explosions grew closer together, the small droid beeping happily at a little boy and his mother. She must've sensed your presence because she turned around and smiled as you waved her over.

Obi-wan kneeled on the ground as you stood behind him, when Leia walked over clutching Lola. 

“They're scared.” she said, another explosion boomed outside. “She keeps their mind off of it.”

“Maybe I should borrow her too.” Obi-wan suggested.

Leia looked at him confused.

“Why?”

You sighed and placed a nervous hand on Obi-wan's shoulder.

“Leia, Ben and I…” you swallowed nervously, this was harder than you thought it would be, Leia watched you with big eyes as you sucked in a deep breath.

“We’re going to go after Vader, but you're going to stay here.”

Leia's eyes grew wide and she shook her head in protest.

“No! No way! You can’t just leave me here!” she shouted.

“We’re the ones Vader wants. If we go he will follow.” Obi-wan explained gently.

“No, I'm not letting you!”

“Leia, please.” you begged.

Everyone was looking now, worry and fear as they heard what the two of you were planning to do. The woman who Leia was talking to moments ago now stood up and looked at you and Obi-wan confused.

“Wait, what happened to all of us staying together?!”

Another explosion went off, making you run a frustrated hand over your face before you looked at her with an exasperated look.

“Roken needs more time to fix the ship, this will give him that time!” you sighed, clasping your hands together like you were begging. “You have spent ten years protecting the Jedi, this is our chance to return the favor.”

“But we're so close!” Roken argued.

“Roken, you know this plan makes sense!” you replied grimly.

“No, we need you!” Sully now chimed in.

“It’ll buy you the time you need! You must get these people out of here, you are all the future!” Obi-wan exclaimed looking down at Leia. “You are the future! You're what's needed to survive.”

Leia looked away from his piercing gaze, you could've sworn you saw her eyes watering with tears but before you could get a decent look at her she turned around and ran away.

“No!” she shouted and ran around the corner.

“Leia!” you went to go after her but Haja intercepted and placed his hands on your shoulders to stop you.

“She needs to be given space.” Haja suggested.

“You must promise us that you'll get her home, Haja.” Obi-wan begged. “As soon as we’re in the clear.”

Haja’s gaze flickered between yours and Obi-wan's faces, and it was the most serious you've ever seen the man in the short time you knew him.

“You have my word,” he promised. “Although, I know the words of a liar and a fake jedi may not mean much to you.”

“It means everything to us,” You placed a hand on his chest and you watched as Haja’s face softened at your words. 

“Go get your things, I'll go talk to Leia.”

🖾

You were putting medical supplies in your bag when Roken walked in, holding something brown in his hands as he walked up to you and Obi-wan. There were no words spoken as he handed Obi-wan the object he was holding, once you could see the line of dashes you sniffled and gently ran your hands over the holster Tala had used in her final moments. The leather wasn't too damaged, just some scuff marks and scratches that could be repaired. You glanced up at Roken and mouthed a silent thank you, not wanting to break the moment of silence for the person you all lost. Roken pursed his lips in acknowledgment before he left the two of you alone.

Looking back down at the holster you sighed, you don't have a blaster anymore and quite frankly didn't like using one but you didn't want it to go to waste if you had brought it with you and ended up dying tonight if things went the worst way possible.

“Can you teach me how to shoot?” Leia's question to Tala coming back from the depths of your memory.

“I think we should go talk to Leia now.” you whispered looking up at Obi-wan

“I agree.”

It didn't take too long to find Leia, a perk for the smaller ship you were thankful for since there weren't many places for her to hide which led you to find her in a corner with Haja kneeling in front of her, whispering in her ear while Leia looked down at her lap. You grabbed Obi-wan's hand and placed Tala’s holester in it.

“I think you should give it to her.”  Obi-wan looked slightly surprised but he clutched it tight in his hand, a silent gesture that showed you he was thankful for the opportunity. Haja heard you talking and said one more thing before he stood up and left the three of you alone.

“Thank you Haja.” you said gratefully as he walked out.

You and Obi-wan walked slowly to Leia, who stubbornly kept her gaze on the floor as she refused to even look at the both of you.

“You said you'd take me home.” she said, bitterly.

“I wish that we could, Leia.” Obi-wan said regretfully. “Really I do.”

Obi-wan thought for a moment before he spoke again.

“Please tell your father we tried.”

Obi-wan kneeled on the ground and held out Talas' holster, handing it to Leia. she ran her small hands over the material slowly.

“Roken found it before we got out, she would have wanted you to have it.”

“It's empty.” she observed and you held back the urge to laugh as Obi-wan rolled his eyes.

“Well, I wasn't gonna give you a blaster, Leia. you're ten years old.”

He sighed.

“But you won't always be.”

You kneeled down next to Obi-wan and put your hand on Leia's leg and squeezed it gently to grab her attention. When she finally looked up at you, and you ignored the slight sting behind your eyes as you stared at her. The reality of leaving her alone and this being possibly the last time you saw your niece crashing down at you at once. Your mouth opening and closing repeatedly trying to find the words to explain what you wanted to say to her but your mind came up short. You stopped trying to talk when she jumped down from where she was sitting and came to hug you, freezing for a moment before you melted into the touch and wrapping your arms around her small frame tightly, your cheek resting on the top of her head as you sighed.

You wanted to remember every feeling of this hug, just in case it was your last. After a few more moments you forced yourself to pull away from her strong grip, and kissed her forehead.

You watched bittersweetly as she jumped into Obi-wan's arms next, his arms wound tight around her just like you did moments ago and closed his eyes for a second. When she pulled away from him she looked at both of you with pleading eyes.

“Come back…Please.” she whispered.

You and Obi-wan hesitated, it was unfair of you to promise something like that when you were so unsure on how this was going to play out, you didn't want to give her false hope.

But you couldn't say no to her, no matter how hard you tried.

“I promise.” You and Obi-wan said together.

You prayed desperately you would be able to keep that promise.

🖾

You and Obi-wan split off from each other, going to one side of the medium sized hangar below the ship as Roken prepared the dropship. You wanted to meditate to clear your mind before you left while Obi-wan attempted to speak to Qui-jon. 

Obi-wan was prepared to die if it came to it, giving his life to fix a wrong he had a part in to do what he could to fix a trail of death and destruction that has been carved in the large expanse of the galaxy over the last ten years. However, you were not prepared to lose Obi-wan or die at the hands of someone you knew long ago. No, not at all.

You were terrified.

You never questioned the Jedi when you were in the temple. the training, the robes, the almost dehumanizing set of rules in place that have been embroidered so deeply into you it could've been visible on your skin. You always believed you were the one that needed to change, the Jedi had this practice in place because they were good and if you messed up then you deserved punishment from the council themselves, and you as well as Obi-wan stood by as they broke Anakin down and manipulated him as they told him the same rhetoric they told you and Obi-wan and hundreds before you. 

Flashes of memories came to mind as you stood in the hangar of the ship, chances to make a difference, to stand up for a kid who was claimed to be the chosen one but was never given any choices of his own. A basic human right stripped away in the name of protecting peace and bringing balance to the force.

Anakin, Obi-wan, as well as yourself lost a freedom you never got to experience due to the jedi order, and even when it crumbled to the ground like a pile of sand facing a gust of wind the reprecisions of the choices you've made and the jedi order played a direct hand into giving the galactic empire its power which led you hiding away for ten years as you were hunted down for something you didn't ask to be apart of. The fear of being found and the unhealed trauma you and Obi-wan experienced held you back from truly living for yourselves and for each other.

You wanted to live in peace with him. You wanted to love Obi-wan to the point he would feel suffocated in the best way possible, to kiss him, to hug him, to bicker, to give him a part of you no one else would receive and vice versa.

You wanted to heal.

And now that the chance to do any of those things were at stake and you were scared for what is going to come next, scared to face the result of many regrets.

“You okay?”

You turned around and saw Roken, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Nodding as you pressed the heels of your hands into your eyes as if you could force the tears back into your tear ducts, clearing your throat you looked back at him.

“Yeah, I will be.” a lie filled with hope slipped out. “The dropship ready?”

Roken nodded.

“I'm about to let Obi-wan know, figured I'd grab you first.”

“Lead the way then.” 

You followed Roken to the otherside of the hangar where Obi-wan was in silence, hoping once you saw him his presence would calm you down enough for you to be able to support Obi-wan in any way he needed.

He was sitting on a supply crate, holding his lightsaber in his hands as he inspected it with unease, Most likely trapped in his own thoughts just as you were moments ago.

“Are you ready?” Roken asked him as you walked over to him, your body gravitating to his side like an unknown force was pulling you. “The dropships ready.” Obi-wan stood up, clipping his lightsaber to his belt.

“You don't have to do this, you know.” Roken said, giving one more shot at convincing the two of you to stay. “We can still fix the drive!”

“I have to go.” Obi-wan said.

Roken shook his head and stared at him for a moment.

“It's not about us, is it?” he asked. “You want to do it, it's about you and him.”

A larger explosion shook the ship hard, making you grab Obi-wan's shoulder to balance, you looked at Roken with pleading eyes.

“Keep them safe.” 

“Keep yourselves safe too.”

“Roken,” Obi-wan called out. “There are not many leaders left, but people follow you…don't stop.”

Roken smirked and shook his head.

“I'm just getting started.”

  🖾

Obi-wan set a path to the nearest planet in the outer rim, not wanting to risk going back to Jabiim where the possibility of imperials were still there. Even now he expertly avoided the shots aimed at your ship, dogging and rolling with ease. You watched out the window as the large imperial ship stopped following Rokens transport.

“Entering the atmosphere.” Obi-wan said.

Your hands curled around the armrests of the co-pilot's chair as the ship rattled roughly as you approached the planet. The next minute of rough turbulence made you hold your breath before it smoothed out and you could make out the terrain of the planet below you. The sky held a dark bluish tint above you with murky gray clouds casted out making it darker than it already was, all around were pillars of rocks tall enough they reminded you of the tall buildings of Coruscant.

Obi-wan landed the ship in a small circle of clear land and powered down the ship, his fingers moving quickly across the control pad turning off the engine. You unbuckle your seatbelt and stand up and look over your shoulder at Obi-wan. He stood up and shrugged off his robe, a loud chirping noise came from his pocket as he pulled out the object and held it up to his face.

Lola beeped excitedly at him and you and Obi-wan looked up at each other and smiled, of course Leia would find a way to comfort you both even without her being present. Obi-wan handled the small droid with care and gently placed her on the dashboard, placed his robe on the pilot's chair, and took a calming breath and opened the door.

“Obi-wan.” you called out quickly, he turned to look at you with concern. “I love you.”

You watched his face soften and he reached his hand out and rested it on your cheek.

“I love you too, starlight.” 

Nothing else had to be said, you will be happy if your final words to him were those.

A warm breeze hit your skin as the hatch door lowered, your eyes held a hard gaze at the tall rocks surrounding you as you focused your mind on the target of the soon to be fight and not your emotions. It didn’t matter if it was Anakin or Vader, only one side will make it off this planet tonight.

And you will fight until there is nothing left to ensure it was the two of you.

But you could still feel the anger, fear, and sorrow building inside of you. The control of your darkest emotions had lessened greatly since the fight on mapuzo and the fear of slipping even deeper scared you. 

You weren't sure if you could stay in the light and fight Anakin at the same time.

Reaching for Obi-wan’s hand you gripped it tightly, the force of it making him look over at you in worry. He squeezed back with even more force than you did and for a moment everything else drained away.

Then you saw a ship enter the atmosphere and you were dragged back to reality.

Sucking in a deep breath you allowed Obi-wan to drop your hand as the two of you walked down the ramp and far away from the ship to prevent any potential damage. Your boots crunched loudly on the rocky terrain below you as a cold wind swept up your gray vest. You watched in silence as his ship grew closer and closer until it landed in front of you. 

The hatch to Anakins ship opened and your hand went to the hilt of your lightsaber as a cacophony of modulated breathing filled the air as he descended down the ramp, a silhouette of black slowly coming toward you like a reaper.

Planting your feet firmly in the ground, you rolled your shoulders, hoping your  false confident stance will turn into real confidence. Your eyes flickered to Obi-wan, his blue orbs looking like a stormy gray under the dark sky as you watched his jaw tighten under the weight of his teeth as Anakin began coming towards you. You gripped your lightsaber hard enough you felt the stinging bite of the groves in the metal go into the skin of your hand as the man in black stopped a mere couple feet in front of you. 

“Have you come to destroy me Obi-wan?

The blue light from Obi-wan's saber then quickly illuminated the air around you a rich blue as  Obi-wan raised his arm in position.

“I will do what I must.”

“Then you will die!” Anakin's modulated voice bellowed as the crimson red light from his lightsaber  tainted the air around you, as he moved quickly to jam his blade into Obi-wan's jugular. You parried the blow and swung up from under and knocked your saber against his and rolled to avoid Obi-wan's strike the kickup of dust getting in your eyes as you stood and spun your saber in your hands before changing your grip to stab him in the back, the heat of your blade burned a hole into his cape before Anakin sidestepped away from you and grabbed the back of Obi-wan's neck, lighting him off the ground before throwing him at your feet. 

Obi-wan recovered swiftly and rolled onto his feet and yanked you behind him  and blocked the attack as he went for both of your heads.

You and Obi-wan knew how Anakin fought and he knew how the both of you fought which created a repetitive game of attacks that forced the three of your further into the rocky terrain of pillars and gravel below your boots leaving you unsteady as lightsaber created a rainfall of sparks as the grinding of mineral surrounding you as Obi-wan shoved Anakin back until Obi-wan raised his hand and used the force to try to throw a rock down on Anakin's head. 

Anakin easily caught the rock's weight as the two fought for control before he forced pushed the rock over your heads making shatter on impact once it landed on the ground.

“Your strength has returned.” Anakin mocked before his helmet turned to you. “But the weakness remains!” he shouted before picking up a boulder and throwing it at you, you sliced through the rock and covered your head as the pieces landed behind you.

You watched as Anakin slammed his forearm into Obi-wan's nose and the loud crack that followed, the quick blight of pain allowed him to  sweep rocks under Obi-wan making him land on his back. You ran for but went stiff as he used one hand to keep you back as Obi-wan scrambled to get footing Anakin slammed his other hand on the ground, quickly quaking and cracking before a sinkhole formed, swallowing Obi-wan.

“That is why you'll always lose!”

“No!” you screamed.

You watched in horror as boulder after boulder was thrown in after Obi-wan until the sound of his screams were buried under the rocks.  Suddenly you felt your legs get pulled to the ground and your back hit the gravel beneath you as he began to drag you with the force. Shards of rock and dirt tore the fabric of your tunic and went into your back as you dug your nails into the solid earth below you to hold yourself back.

Once you were at Anakin's feet you felt the tip of his boot slam into your stomach, you gagged at the force of air leaving you as dark spots filled your vision. You didn't have time to think before you were dragged up  a rock and shoved against it, your skull bouncing off the hard matter as you and Anakin's helmet were just a few mere inches apart.

“Did you truly think you two could defeat me?” the modulated voice hissed with detest.

You gasped and struggled in the tight grasp of his robotic hand, the warmth of blood ran down the back of your neck. 

“You have failed.” he pointed out

Adrenaline was the only thing keeping you moving, the wheeze’s from your throat loud as the pressure around your throat grew. 

“I have seen your potential, Y/n” He said. “Join me and you will no longer be a failure to people. You can be powerful and feared.”

You let out a weak laugh and shook your head.

“I would much rather be a failure trying to do the right thing than to be feared by doing something wrong.” you choked out.

Lifting your leg as high as you could, you planted your foot on the chest plate of the suit and pushed him back causing him to stumble and lose his grip on you, you fell to your feet. 

It's been too long since you had to actually calculate and analyze someone in combat and it showed. You were reacting and not thinking through your next moves. If Master Stass had seen it you would have been ripped a new one.

“Focus Y/N, what is his weakness?” you asked yourself. Stumbling forward you truly looked at Vader for the first time, not as the man you once knew but who he was now.

And he was Large

That meant he was slow, his prosthetic limbs also didn't help with that either. All you had to do was be quicker and be relentless,  give him no room to breathe let alone react.

Grabbing your lightsaber you began to sprint, pumping your legs as fast as they could go you jumped and landed on Vader's back. You slammed the hilt of your lightsaber over and over into his helmet. Forcing your anger and sorrow into every hit and not stopping when you heard a crack. 

Vader's gloved hand reached up and yanked you over his shoulders by your wrist and threw you into the ground below. You activated your lightsaber and slashed at a boulder, and quickly used the force to slam it into his chest making him stumble back. Shooting your hand out, you force pulled him back to you and spun your saber and shoved the hilt into the underside of his jaw, Vader grunted in pain as you slammed your boot into his stomach.

You were enjoying it, your anger growing and fueling your muscles to slam hit after hit into him and you grinned when you were able to slash a cut across his armored chest. It was service level but the heat from it alone had to burn the already charred flesh underneath.

But Vader grew tired of your attacks and was able to grab ahold of the nape of your neck he pushed you face first into one of the large boulders and then hauled you backwards before he shoved you forward again. You face smacking the rocks until you hear a crack in your nose.

You let out a pained shout and when he went to smack you into the rock a third time the ground below began to rumble and shift beneath you. 

The ground crumbled as an explosion of rocks exploded from the ground revealing Obi-wan climbing out of the hole he was buried in and going straight to Anakin. Taking advantage of Obi-wan reemergence you swung up and slammed your fist into his throat.  Anakin choked for a moment before he refocused on Obi-wan, His lightsaber lighting up the determined look on his face as he slashed his weapon at his former best friend, you watched in amazement as Obi-wan maneuvered quickly around Anakin and parried every attack sent down on him. The clashes of light turned the air around them a bright purple luminating the fight better than the natural glum sky above them ever could.

Obi-wan forced pushed Anakin into a rock a few feet away and you flinched at the pained shout he let out as he fell to his knees. Obi-wan raised his arms above his head and rocks lifted in the air and began to plummet them at him. Anakin slowly worked himself up from the constant blows and threw himself at Obi-wan, tackling him to the ground. 

You ignored the rubble that was embedded into the skin of your back and  sprinted towards the two of them, the limp in your step slowing you down more than you wanted to admit as you made your way to Obi-wan who recovered quickly from his fall and was standing again. His gaze shifted to you for a moment, eyes wide in adrenaline and Anakin followed his gaze that soon landed on you. Flinching when he raised his hand to use the force you waited for the pressure around your throat, you were too tired and too injured to focus on putting up a mental block from him but the crushing pain never came.

Opening your eyes you saw Obi-wan interlinked their hands and was shoving the hilt of his lightsaber into the box that rested on Anakin's chest repeatedly.You heard Anakin's desperate wheezes as he tired to fight back but more and more sparks shot out as  he rammed it harder and harder into his chest before force pushing him backwards and using a bolder to knock him down on his knees, Obi-wan panted before he sprinted and sliced his helmet. The metal burned orange near his head as Anakin kneeled to the ground, Obi-wan stumbled back away from him. Sweat and blood dried to his skin and beard. 

Where Obi-wan saw the moment to stop you couldn't, you could end this nightmare right here and the bloodshed would be over.

You reached your hand toward Obi-wans and force pulled his lightsaber out of his hands and into yours, Obi-wan snapped his head towards you as you walked right up to Anakin's kneeling form, his head was tilted down so you couldn't see his face. 

Your chest heaved as you held both lightsabers in front of his neck, the blades crossed over each other.

One move, and he would be dead.

“Y/n!” Obi-wan warned, but despite knowing you should listen to your husband you couldn't bring yourself to care.

“Was it worth it?” you seethed. “Losing everyone you loved, everything you were, for this?”

Anakin just wheezed.

The lack of response had you kick him, the force of him bringing him closer to the ground as his wheezing grew louder. You felt like you couldn't breathe, the pain was beginning to choke you and you blinked back tears and out of the corner of your eye you could see his lightsaber a couple feet away from him and you blinked.

He was unarmed.

Suddenly it was like your consciousness had gained the reins of your mind again and you realized what you were doing. 

“There's still good in him.”

You've lost too much thanks to Anakin. Your freedom, your friends, your family, and your home.

You refused to lose yourself to him as well.

Deactivating the light sabers, you looked over at Obi-wan with tears in your eyes as he stepped forward and pulled you away from his former Padawan and took back his lightsaber from your shaking hands.

Then Anakin began to laugh, weak and almost breathless as he kept his head hung low.

Until he looked up at the both of you.

“Weak and pathetic.” he seethed. “Coward!”

You and Obi-wan watched in horror as half of his charred face came into the light, burned to the point his skin looked like leather leaving him almost unrecognizable. 

Obi-wan lowered his lightsaber in shock at the state of his former brother.

“Anakin” Obi-wan called out softly.

You watched as Anakin stood up and you froze as bright yellow eyes burned into you like the fires on Mustafar.

You couldn't believe those eyes are the same one that held childlike wonder the first time he saw rain.

“Anakin is gone.” he said, his voice distorted from the modulator being damaged. “I am what remains.”

You watched Obi-wans teared up and let out a shaky sigh, his face crumbling in guilt.

“I'm sorry, Anakin.” Obi-wan cried. “For all of it.”

“I am not your failure Obi-wan.” Anakin said. “You didn't kill Anakin Skywalker.”

A twisted grin pulled at the burnt skin of Anakin's cheeks.

“I did. The same way I will destroy you and her.” he spat.

You ignored the tears that burned at your eyes, threatening to fall as Obi-wan shook his head.

“Then our friend is truly dead.”

You watched the man in front of you sway as he held his lightsaber, ready to fight again.

Obi-wan put away his lightsaber and you quickly follow suit, this fight was over. And the truth was the man in front of them both now was someone who deserved to die but despite everything you or Obi-wan couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You bit the inside of your cheek  as you looked at the man who used to be Anakin Skywalker, the little boy you held at night, helped train, cooked for, and loved like he was your own blood. 

That little boy was gone and what remained in front of you was a stranger you resented.

 “Goodbye…Darth.” Obi-wan said before he turned and looked at you and without a single word he put your shoulder around him and supported your weight as you both walked away together.

Beaten, bloody, and exhausted.

Together.

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[mcu-coworkers]

Enchanted pt.1

Summary:​​The moment Anakin layed eyes on you for the first time.

Word count: 1,781

Warnings: none really

PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6

Masterlist

A/n: still working on my writing skills but  I   did take some helpful tips so hopefully this is better! In honor of Obi Wan Kenobi  I   had to write an Anakin piece,  I   hope you guys enjoy!

“It is almost time my lady, you look wonderful!” your handmaiden said excited for the night. “Thank you Naja, I truly couldn't have done it without you!” you said as your nerves began to pile up you were minutes away from being introduced to the court as the princess of Alderamm and open yourself to courting to be able to find a prince who’d become your king, or so you hoped. 

 “Oh I'm so nervous  I don't know how my parents could do this. What if  I don't find him tonight?” you asked, looking at yourself in the mirror hoping you had not missed anything before being presented.

“There's no need to worry my child, you will walk in, meet his eyes and then, the rest will be history.” she said fixing the final touches of your hair. 

“There, as perfect as  I had wished for all these years.” she said feeling nostalgic realizing the little girl she used to dress was all grown up and ready to marry.

 “ I can't thank you enough Naja really. I wish my mother would allow me to have you out there to help me.” you said with a pleading look hoping she'd try to help you when suddenly one of your brothers walked in. 

“It is time my sister, are you ready?” he asked, and before you could ask for more time Naja sent you off with no turning back. “She's ready for your highness!” she said, almost pushing you out the door. 

“Fine, lead the way brother.” you said taking your little brother's arm and allowing him to guide you to the ballroom. “You’re only twelve minutes older than me you know.” he muttered, hating the title of ‘little,’ “and still  I am closer to the throne.” you said teasingly as we smiled down at you.

“Father has invited some jedi tonight hoping to create an alliance in the near future.” he said out of the blue. 

“Whatever reason would he need the alliance now?” you asked, confused by the spontaneous act, “He wishes to strengthen the forces of Alderamm before he steps down from his reign and gives it to you.” he said quietly. 

“Could he not trust me to do that on my own once crowned?” You said you were annoyed with the lack of trust between you and your father.

 “In due time you'll have this conversation with him but now, it's time to meet your match my beautiful sister, good luck.” he said as you reached the doors of the ballroom and suddenly they'd never seemed so tall. 

As the doors began to open you took a deep breath and began to walk in.

“The royal court presents Princess Y/n Y/l/n of Alderaan” and in that moment you thanked the stars you had your brother's arm to hold onto because if you didn't you’d have tripped down these stairs. 

As you walked down you could feel everyone's eyes on you but they didn't matter once you saw that pair of ocean eyes looking right at you. 

You didn't think you'd ever seen a more handsome being in your entire life and you had met your fair share of suitors since you turned fifteen, but he was something special.

 As you reached the floor you were soon bombarded by your mother complimenting you and bringing you around the ballroom as if you were a prize waiting to be claimed. 

In a way you felt annoyed with the feeling but you knew it was tradition and your mother was only doing what she felt normal. 

Still you felt out of place and with a need to find the exit, still you kept smiling until you reached the other end of the ballroom secretly looking around hoping to find the man you had made eye contact with earlier.

“Mama, I think I'm going to walk around and take a look, yes?” you said getting ready to pull away and look for the man. 

“Oh good! Don't forget your brother, you can't be unaccompanied with a man, yet!” she said pulling your brother out of his friend group. 

You huffed and walked away as he followed a little too closely behind. “Oh he's too snobby you wont like him, this one is too short, not kind enough, not a man of honor,” and he only went on and on as you passed each “suitor” not once even glancing to see who he was talking about.

“You've already spotted someone havent you?” he said, stopping in his tracks.

 “What? Why would you say that?” you said confused to his sudden question. 

“You're walking with direction in a room full of men you've never met. So who is the suitor that stole your gaze my dear sister.” and as you contemplated trusting your brother you were approached by two men. 

“Princess Y/n its very nice to me your highness thank you for inviting us it's a marvelous night, i'm Obi Wan Kenobi  and this is my padawan Anakin Skywalker.” he said and as you looked up at Obi Wan and smiled you realized the man standing behind him was the man who stole your gaze. 

“It’s very nice to meet you princess.” he smiled shyly hoping you wouldn't notice the sweat beginning form on his forehead as he stood nervously in front of you, he hadn't expected to get this close let alone actually speak to you the same night.

 “Well, we shall let you get back to your ball. We hope you get to meet the rest of the Jedi that came along with us.” Kenobi said, making you break your stare with Anakin. 

“You're a Jedi?” you said trying to hold up your smile, this meant Anakin wasn't a part of tonight's suitors, he was meant for your fathers alliance plans.

 “Yes, your highness but not to worry we have put our lightsabers to rest for the night.” he laughed and you did your best to hide the disappointment. 

“Well, we shall meet another time then sister there are some people you need to meet.” my brother said pulling me away, with one last look at Anakin you finally walked away and tried to clear your mind of the forbidden Jedi.

After a while all of the dancing and talking had made you feel quite light headed so when you got the chance you sneaked away into one of the balconies where you could finally feel the fresh air hit your face. 

“  I thought it was forbidden for you to be alone, your highness.” you heard, quickly turning around you realized it was Anakin. 

“And shouldn't you be with your master?” you asked with a curious smile on your lips. Anakin rolled his eyes and chuckled, “unlike you, your highness,  I   am allowed to wander off on my own,” he said, “as long as  I  don't break anything of course.” he finished winning a laugh out of you which made his heart leap at the sound of it.

“Well then you must be lucky, the longest I've ever been alone is that minute  I had before you got here.” you said looking back out to the woods in front of you. 

“ My apologies, I’ll leave.” he said, turning away abruptly. “No!” you said quickly.

 “Don't leave, you're a fresh face,  I wouldn't mind your company for the night.” you said looking up into his eyes again getting lost in them so easily you couldn't see yourself getting out. 

“You looked very beautiful tonight princess, I'm sure you'll find the perfect suitor.” he said looking down at your lips before looking back into your eyes, both your hearts racing as you had never done this before and Anakin knew how much trouble he could be in for being alone with you.

 But before you could reach his lips you heard voices from the end of the hall.

“Sister? Where have you run off to?” you heard your brother coming down the hall. 

“ How long will you be here?” you asked hurriedly. “ a couple days im not sure.” he said, rambling , panicking as your brother got closer. 

“Then we’ll meet again, yes?” you asked, looking into his eyes hoping for an answer.

 “Sister!” you heard your brother getting closer. 

Anakin caught off guard looked at you wide eyed not expecting the question. 

“It’d be an honor princess.” he said, smiling down at you impatiently for the next stolen moment you'd have together. 

You smiled back at him and kissed his cheek quickly before running out of the balcony and down the hall to stop your brother before he reached the balcony and found Anakin.

“Where are you, where did you run off to?” he asked, pulling you back to the ballroom.

 “Oh,  I just needed some fresh air brother, that's all.” you said looking back at the balcony doors. 

“You must come and say goodbye to our guests so we can end the night, did you find a suitor?” he asked looking back at you. 

“Sort of, in a way  I did brother.” you said smiling as you thought of what happened minutes ago. 

“Sort of? And what is his name?” he asked, chuckling at your reply. 

“Nothing is set in stone yet so  I will hold that information for now. Let's hurry and say goodnight brother, I am exhausted.” You said walking off trying to hold in the need to scream, had you really mustered the guts to kiss him on the cheek and ask to see him again? Oh the stars had to have had an effect on your mind that night and you were grateful.

Meanwhile Anakin snuck back into the ballroom and behind his Master. 

“Where did you run off to Anakin?” Asked kenobi as they both headed to the door. 

“ I just needed some air mastery. It felt quite cluttered in here after a while.” he said, looking at you once again as they bowed to the king and queen.

 “We shall meet tomorrow ObiWan,  thank you for coming.”said the king. 

“Tomorrow” you whispered as you took one last glance at Anakin before you were led back to your bedroom. 

“Tomorrow” Anakin said to himself as he walked out of the ballroom and headed to the guest quarters. “What was that?” Kenobi asked, “Oh nothing master, I'm just very excited to be here.” He said looking back at the door you had walked through while holding the place on his cheek that you had kissed. 

While the both of you were ecstatic for tomorrow your brother wondered when the jedi had stepped out for air and if it was at the same time you did.

#obi wan and anakin #anakin skywalker #star wars #anakinedit #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x y/n #hayden christensen

[starilicious]

mere haath mein (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader and echo's love story from strangers to friends to lovers throughout the clone wars (a 4+1 type of story)

》 series masterlist: (please read the masterlist before continuing on!)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 4.5.1 📍 (you are here!) | part 4.5.2 | part +1

click here to read on AO3

》 part 4.5.1 word count: ~0.65k

》 part 4.5.1 warnings: none

》 part 4.5.1 spoilers: tcw citadel episode

》 a/n: i'm sorry, it's gonna be a rough one loves :(( also 4.5.1 and 4.5.2 are shorter chapters for more dramatic effect hehe

४.५.१ (4.5.1)

You’re waiting at the ship docking bay when they come back from the Citadel. You have been glued to the reports screen, constantly refreshing every five minutes to see the latest news, but there’s been absolutely nothing. Even with your relatively high rank in the GAR, some reports are just far beyond your reach thanks to the deep classifications.

The shuttle docks and you watch as clones pour out, many wounded. They rush past you, and you move out of their way quickly as the injured men are guided to the medical wing as fast as possible. You try looking at each of their armor, each one of their faces, but you can’t find Fives or Echo. You’re not sure if that’s a positive or not.

And then finally, finally, you see your friend step out along with Rex, Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan. Where’s Echo? Everyone knows Echo and Fives are inseparable and probably one of the highest ranking clones on the mission. Why isn’t he with the others? Did he board a different shuttle?

The group is talking amongst themselves and you resist the urge to run up to them, instead digging your heels into the ground and focus on finding Echo, mind bursting with questions. Your eyes scour the troopers pouring out of the shuttles, but you can’t find him anywhere. Your stomach drops to your feet and heavy dread begins to take its place as you frantically search for him.

Fives walks over to you then, seemingly finished with tying up some loose ends of the mission. You turn around and watch him approach, every step of his twisting a knife further into your heart. You hold your breath.

He takes off his helmet and his face. Your mouth drops open in shock at the swirling despair in his eyes. The lines on Fives’ face suddenly seem so deep, so tired. His posture slackens as you just stand there, feet frozen and unable to comprehend what you already know. Fives doesn’t need to say a word.

He drops his helmet, the hollow thud reverberating through your ears, finally prompting you to move. You hold Fives in your arms as he breaks down into your shoulder, whispering I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry your love is lost.

You clutch the plastoid in your hands, nails digging crescent moons into your skin as you breathe in the carbon-scoring fumes from his armor, tears slipping down your own cheeks because he’s gone.

Echo is gone.

You don’t know how long the both of you stand there, holding on like you’re each other’s last life line. Fives sniffles and pulls away, gazing at you sorrowfully. He answers your burning questions, grief-stricken.

“There… There was this clanker on a turret. Echo, that idiot, grabs a shield from the ground and starts shooting to protect the shuttle. But that kriffin’ clanker… it shot the shuttle and it–it exploded,” Fives whispers the last part and your eyes widen to be as round as moons. An audible gasp slips past your lips as you imagine the horrific scene flash before your eyes.

“I tried to warn him but it was too late. I couldn’t help him. I–I couldn’t save him,” Fives swallows the lump in his throat regretfully. “The last thing I saw was his helmet, smoking.”

“No,” you breathe and the realization hits you in full force.

You could have saved him.

If you had just fixed that stupid bug in your code, if you had just dedicated more time to advancing the technology in the device you gave them, if you had just made it better, you could have saved him.

Fives says nothing.

Your hands curl up in fists as they come up to rest on his plastoid chestplate, leaning into Fives as he holds onto you.

No.

You never got to tell him you love him.

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 4.5.1 📍 (you are here!) | part 4.5.2 | part +1

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

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[tennessoui]

I had my evening unexpectedly free, so I present:

My top ten tennessoui au’s of 2022 (specifically the small ones/ones that don’t have fics)

Gone, but not forgotten 😔🙏 (/j)

(10) - Playmaker au (this is only so far up bcs it has a a lil christmas ficlet and gets updated/posted about frequently)

(9) - Freudian slip au (it has a fic BUT IT ISNT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH!!! I LOVE IT SM!!!!)

(8) - cheating au (ONE OF MY FAVES!!!! gets posted about a lot tho so it’s high up the list)

(7) - pool boy au (i feel like everyone forgot about this one BUT I DIDN’T!!!)

(6) - remedial mechanics au (this one slips my mind every so often but then I get the joy of rediscovering it)

(5) - pirates of the caribbean au (this was literally my life line at one point I’m not even joking. it’s not my favourite anymore, but it’s close to my heart fr)

(4) bartender au/when all we have are shadows (MY LIGHT!!! MY LOVE!!! MY EVERYTHING!!!!!)

(3) - professor can fvck me au (I ALMOST FORGOT THIS ONE BUT ITS ACTUALLY THE BEST)

(2) - twilight au (IT MAKES ME SO FERAL AJSJSJ PLS ITS SO SMALL IN COMPARISON TO THE OTHERS BUT IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AHAHAH)

(1) - bodyguard au (*INCOHERENT SCREAMING* ITS JUST SO AND I JUST AND ITS SO AND I LOVE AND ITS JUST AND YEAH ITS SO)

honourable mentions:

- that one actors au that im pretty sure I dreamt???? they’re fake dating but actually real dating and it’s a whole thing and it made me giggle and kick my feet n shi 🤭

- haunted house fic from like 2 years ago?? was that real???? or am i crazy???

also literally all of ur au’s omg they all make me 🥹😍😞🤩😭🥵😱🤭

LOL omg thank you so much for this

(playmaker au)(freudian slip au)(cheating au)(pool boy au)(remedial mechanics au)(pirates of the caribbean au--squick tag: a/b/o)(bartender au)(professor can fuck me au)(twilight au)(bodyguard au)

(honorable mentions: costars au, haunted house au)

i literally adore asks like this because i have so many aus and stories but when people tell me a list of their favorites im like ooooh ok i think i can see the sort of dynamic you like the most (at least in my writing) based on the things most of these aus have in common for example most of these feature a gruff, rough around the edges obi-wan --probably tattooed-- coupled with an earnest, pretty boy anakin who obi-wan is a tad unreasonable about. one of them is really into their age difference and the potential power dynamics there. it's probably anakin, but obi-wan is gonna get a lot of pleasure out of it too

this is sooooo valid we love a toppy obi-wan who wants to pinch at the bridge of his nose in frustration until his partner slips onto his lap and kisses away his worry lines even though he tries to remain grouchy etc etc

#asks #aw but also no really thank you this was so fun to read :D #i especially love your reasoning #i promise cheating au is getting a fic soon #but i also did write a bodyguard au ficlet for christmas but nothing nearly long enough to go on ao3 for my standards #anyway thank you for making me smile!! :D #fully aware playmaker and remedial mechanics dont really fit the other threads i pulled out #but theyre both some of my favorites too....anon just has amazing taste #obikin

[obis-kenobis]

A/N: This is just a little series of one-shots featuring a female Obi-Wan Kenobi. The stories are 'canon divergent' and can stand alone if you'd like to read one relationship but not another, but they are connected by the thread that is Obi-Wan's life.

All entries are explicit. Still working on future entries! I hope you enjoy. <3

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part 1 ✮ relationship: obi-wan kenobi/qui-gon jinn ✮ 7,179 words

The night before her knighting, Obi-Wan wants her master to know how she really feels about him.

part 2 ✮ relationship: obi-wan kenobi/anakin skywalker ✮ 6,723 words

Obi-Wan and Anakin attend a diplomatic gala on Alderaan, and he can't take his eyes off of her. Luckily, he gets to put his hands on her, too.

part 3 ✮ relationship: obi-wan kenobi/breha organa/bail organa ✮ 7,790 words

Breha Organa wants to help Obi-Wan find the perfect outfit for the evening's diplomatic gala, but then decides she'd rather undress her instead.

part 4 ✮ relationship: obi-wan kenobi/quinlan vos ✮ 9,215 words

Padawan Obi-Wan and her master land on Daiyu to pull Knight Vos off his mission and take him back home. But nothing is ever easy with him. Even though one of his greatest joys in life is needling his best friend, he feels her anxiety and sadness under the surface, so he offers comfort instead – and a distraction she can't refuse.

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[ithebookhoarder]

Hm… how about some headcanons where Neutral!Reader introduces the PT crew to their Mexican culture?

Representation is really important! 👈

SW: The Prequel Trilogy being introduced to Reader's Mexican culture

A/N: thanks @baddestbitchofthedecade for sending this. As an English person I just want to say I’ve done research for this, but I am obvs not Mexican nor do I claim to know all about the country’s amazing culture. If I’ve got something wrong etc please please let me know as I’m really happy to amend/remove/include things. I’d hate to upset anyone as I want my blog to be a place for everyone ❤️ 

Masterlist:

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So, it depends how you wish to imagine the circumstances for this one but as Yavin-4 is based on Guatemala, and Oscar Isaac has said he tried to incorporate elements of his culture in Poe’s background, it’s safe to say you could imagine Mexico as a planet - if you wish for this to be in universe. 

If not, you can also imagine this as the characters coming to / learning about Mexico as it is on Earth. 

Ok. First off, as someone who has enjoyed a lot of Mexican food cooked by Mexican friends at university, I feel like Anakin would be the kind of person to try and eat anything you put in front of him. Anything - even if his poor tastebuds are only used to blander tastes that come with the rations packs given to Jedi. 

He’d pretend he’s fine, even if his eyes and nose are streaming within two minutes and he looks like he’s going to pass out. 

It doesn’t matter that you say it’s alright if he wants some milk etc. It’s not for everyone. He’d simply scowl at you and stubbornly shovel more in his mouth, whimpering he’s fine and that it takes more than some heat to stop him… (you pity his poor mouth) 

He is also the most understanding when you talk about having a strong connection with your family, and the role family plays in your culture.

He empathises that you struggle to be away from them. He misses his mother like mad and can only imagine what it must be like to have so many family members to love and support you… if he’d had it before his life as a Jedi then he’d probably feel pretty lonely without them. 

Also - side note. I can see him and Obi rocking a Sarape

Given Padmé’s abilities as a Senator and diplomat, you’d best believe she’s done her research in advance. Heck, she’d already probably know some Spanish and is quick to try and practise with you to learn more. 

She also stuns you by knowing several indigenous dialects too, even if it’s only a few words that she picked up the night before when studying. 

She also is willing to hear all about your experiences, and makes silent notes for the future so as to be able to include them in your life. 

Favourite foods? She has them served whenever you come to visit. 

Special dates? She has them marked on a calendar. 

Key historical events? She absorbs the information like a sponge and is keen to find more texts about them for herself. 

Now, Obi-wan would be similar in that he is a great researcher and diplomat too. He’d also do his research in the archives in an attempt to inform himself and is incredibly open and receptive to you sharing your culture with him. 

He appreciates your sense of humour - something you tell him you got from your abuela, as it tends to be similar to his. It’s sharply satirical, and often dark, full of clever double entendres. 

If you are religious then he’d happily attend services and mass with you.

Prayer is like meditating and he knows the value of having something bigger than yourself to believe in. He knows how it gives you strength, comfort, and a sense of belonging. 

He, Padmé and Anakin would also be keen to honour the traditions associated with holidays and festivals.

I feel they'd have a particular connection to the Day of the Dead. They all have their own reasons for wishing to honour those who have passed, and are keen to build their own ofrendas, whether it be at the Jedi temple or at a cemetery.

They’d also enjoy joining in with other celebrations as they love a party and a parade. 

They don’t, however, enjoy having many of the songs stuck in their heads the day after. 

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[ranger-jedi-knight]

Writing Patterns Tag Game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @itstimeforstarwars

1) Found A New Padawan

THE BEGINNING:

A Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away.......

2) Unending Pressures (9-1-1 TV show)

Buck smiled as he listened to Eliza chat excitedly on his shoulders about what she learned in school.

3) In Another Life

Obi-Wan smiled at Anakin as the boy walked into their room with a smile.

4) Standing Firm (9-1-1 TV Show)

The hustle and bustle of the ER surrounded the group as they waited for an update on Buck’s condition.

5) The Protective Group Chat (AKA FANP Group Chat fic)

Feral @CmmderWolffe

I have only known her for a day, but if anything happened to her I would literally kill everyone in this chat and then myself. And I know my General agree

6) From The Shadows

Creeping up on her companion, the 25-year-old Stewjoni pulled out her sword.

7) Song Of The People

Yavin 2 was a dismal place.

8) All For One And One For All (Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous show)

Disembarking from the ferry, five teens looked at each other as they fiddled with their pockets, or in one girl’s case, fiddling with her phone.

9) We’re Here For A Reason (Camp Cretaceous n Clone Wars cross over)

The ship shook under their feet and Ikoe could only yelp in shock when she almost fell over

10) Coming Undone

Ikoe pulled her hood further over her head as she walked out of the marketplace toward the ship she had scavenged with Hevy, Wooley, and Blue's help.

Honestly, I’m not entirely sure what the pattern is LMFAO. Like half are pleasant/happy/neutral while the other half seem to be kinda angsty. Literally two start with someone smiling lol. Though the fic starting with ‘Yavin 2 was a dismal place’ is somehow the funniest line to me in the list. But in general, I seem to try using the first line as a way to set the tone of the fic by either what they’re doing or what it looks like in number 7’s case which is interestin since some of these were started either 2022 or for my Found a Padawan earlier. So it’s good to know this is how I’ve been starting my fics for awhile.

Ok tagging!

@housewifebuck @devirnis @mochinek0 @yukipri @silverwhiteraven @nobodyfamousposts and anyone else that wants to!

#writing pattern game #my fics #fanfic #tag game #this was fun and interestin tbh #no matter the fic apparently I will set the tone quickly lol